Lady Alice Mountfort greeted the coming of dawn with a mixture of relief and fear. She had survived the sea, but now alone on an empty expanse of beach, was for all she knew the sole survivor of the shipwreck. The warmth at least would be welcome for she had been cast ashore naked. The wind had gone but a sea swell still broke heavily upon the sand as a reminder of its recent fury. From where she stood the sand stretched in either direction, the landward side was a continuing line of dense foliage that rose in precipitous tree clad slopes the limits of which were invisible, shrouded in a layer of cloud. She could not stay here and as the vegetation seemed unbroken by any passage, she started off at random, barefoot along the sands.

She had been held up on the south east coast of India awaiting the arrival of the monsoon. Her marriage was arranged to Captain the Hon Lord Henry Dennys whom she had met upon his calling at Madras with the outward bound fleet to which his ship was the escort. The recent death of her parents in a short space of time had left her unfettered by older heads, to give way to her impatience for a new future. She had taken passage on a small vessel, a local trader which the master, one of the only two Europeans aboard, promised by using his local knowledge would intercept the returning China fleet at Prince of Wales island.

She had no lack of funds and no-one would put obstructions in the way of the daughter of General Lord Mountford late triumphant conqueror and governor of the province. She had arranged for the construction of a deck house for her accommodation and it was possibly what had preserved her when the ship was overwhelmed in the wild darkness. Due to the heat, her night attire had been as scanty as decency allowed. Hearing the cries of alarm she had only meant to step beyond the door enough to discover their reason and in that moment was caught up in the disaster.

A massive wave had crashed across the deck. Swept up in an instant by the rush of water she had found herself overboard and struggling naked in a waste of precipitous seas. She had to call upon long disused skills learnt as a child to the dismay of her governess from her two young brothers in the park lake. She had proved a stronger swimmer than the boys. Her lack of attire now had been still more useful than her clinging shift had been then. She fought strongly and was shortly cast half drowned but alive on shore in this place. She could only think that it must be one of the archipelago of islands on the eastern side of the sea, of which the ship master had been wary. He had described them exactly like this, mountainous, steep and densely wooded, inhabited only he said by a scanty population of primitive hunters entirely hostile to strangers and who supplemented their scanty resources by cannibalism.

The sweep of the beach was interrupted by a low ridge of rock extending from the mountainside. She scrambled over the barrier to reveal yet another stretch of sand but nearer at hand a number of dark figures dashing busily in and out about some activity amid the crashing surf. Survivors after all! She started forward then hesitated remembering her state of nudity. On the ship they might be only lascars, harmless and respectful but she knew that shipwrecks often dissolved any sense of discipline. Almost simultaneously the sighting was mutual. Dark faces turned a cry went up. The little knot of figures parted, springing clear of the waves and she realised these were not survivors. They were nearly naked and very black of skin, with frizzy heads of hair. These must be the savage islanders she had heard of, hostile to all outsiders and cannibals! She turned scrambling back down the rocks. She was hampered by her bare feet on the uneven surface until she reached the soft sand and could run freely with a long legged stride. Glancing back she realised the natives in pursuit had been nimbler and were now much closer. Conscious of her total exposure she tried to moderate the bounce of her breasts and bottom but guessed that she would be presenting a more attractive object than any other flotsam they might have found. The line of dense vegetation clothing the mountainside held only prospect of entanglement. She thought momentarily of swerving and taking to the water, but the hunters had spread out, two cutting her off from the sea as if they had anticipated her idea. Another was between her and the trees, the rest closing in behind. She found she had been manoeuvred onto softer sand where she was slowed by her uneven footage. Her hunters ran more easily. They appeared to have feet as big as flippers, perhaps spreading their weight on the sand so that they closed in upon her quickly, teeth agrin, each with a fistful of weapons, rods or staves. They had low foreheads and big teeth in jutting muzzles. Their bodies were nearly hairless and they wore nothing more than a kind of cover to the penis held on with strings, which contraptions bounced prominently as they ran. As if they were not hideous enough, their faces and bodies had been embellished with stripes and daubs of white paint.

Then as they closed in, Alice suddenly realised that the savages were much smaller than she, hardly tall enough to reach to her elbow! The disparity in sizes did not seem to deter them though. A short spear accurately cast between her long legs brought her down, effectively tripping her. She fell forwards onto hands and knees on the sand and her hunters set upon her with demonic yells, the first sound she had heard from them.. They attacked her without using their weapons despite her heavier weight and larger size, black hands grabbing where-ever bit of her was convenient, as if regarding her abundance of feminine flesh merely as a promise of succulent plumpness in the prey. She managed once to get almost to her feet but a hand from behind grabbing her loose hair jerked her over backwards and she sat down hard on the sand. At once her limbs were being pulled apart by several hands. Alice cried out trying to tug herself instinctively together in concealment, but though small the creatures were strong. Despite her efforts her arms and legs were spread wide in four different directions. Jabbering and yelling now like so many little black demons they paid no heed to any cries or pleas of hers. As if to a concerted plan her arms and legs were lifted into the air. She was still flat on her back but her knees were pulled back towards her chest and her wrists were pulled forwards inside of her knees to level with her ankles. Her assailants rapidly threw strips of leather about her wrists and ankles and set about tying them tight. She was being trussed up like a chicken.

Once done, it only took two of them hoisting her tied limbs upwards to hold her in position. The others jostled around her reaching out to slap the curves of her flesh with evident appreciation, stooping to fondle her buttocks and squeezing her breasts like a gang of epicures assessing their prospective feast. As if to better appreciate their catch they fell back allowing her trussed limbs to be spread apart opening her wide to view. One gripping her by the hair and holding her head up allowed her to see between her parted arms and thighs other men capering naked beyond them and then to realise from whence the leather ties had come. The impatient savages had used their only bodily covering, the penis sheaths and now those masculine appurtenances were fully exposed, not particularly thick or long but stiffly projecting, conspicuous and vivid evidence of their maleness, bringing up ideas of a different kind of greed.

"I am... not to be... treated so!" She had been trying to convey her importance to these terrifying creatures but her voice carried little conviction even to herself. She suspected that she had already ruined any effect by her initial mistake in turning her back and fleeing naked before them. She knew enough about men to know that having to give pursuit only excited them the more. She had feared falling into the hands of eaters of human flesh to whom she would be merely a tasty meal provided by the sea. Yet the stiffly prominent cocks of the jubilant scavengers told her that she had another attraction for them. The painted fiends were men beneath it all and even if it were to be at the cost of her virginity, the rest of her might survive. Perhaps long enough for escape or rescue!