Sally and I managed to start the helicopter a few hours before the storm hit. The clouds were already starting to thicken, and the wind was picking up. Although managing the engine and rotor speeds in manual fuel control was tricky, it didn’t prevent me from doing a quick circuit of the island. I was more worried about a seal blowing while we were airborne and a gearbox running dry. That would have been real trouble!

Sally had been on the exploration trip to the other side of the island, and we took advantage of being airborne to confirm a few things she had investigated over there. Not far from our existing camp, there was a concrete pad that had been the base for a large antenna. The antenna was gone, but the clearing around the base was large enough for the helicopter, and we could probably chain or strap the machine down there prior to the storm hitting. That would preserve it for future use or salvage.

“Pigs!” Sally yelled, pointing out the port side of the helicopter. The intercom control box had also been fried, so we had to communicate by yelling over the din of the engines and rotors. I gave her control and she put the machine in an orbit over a herd of pigs that was running through the bush. They were inland, and uphill from the camp, away from the palm grove amid the tropical forest. I nodded and gave her a thumbs up.

We had seen traces of pigs near our camp, even heard them, but had not seen any of the wary beasts. I had even built a pig trap, a pit with pointed stakes at the bottom, covered with palm leaves, but so far no pig had been stupid enough to fall into it. Finding a way to catch pigs was important to our long-term survival. They could provide food, and their hides could be the source of critical materials we would need in the years to come.

We landed the helicopter on the cement pad and shut down. Sally did a quick exterior check for leaks while I got a set of tie-down straps out of the cabin stowage. The base of the antenna was still there, and provided an anchor for the tie downs, which we were able to ratchet tight. We quickly tied down the rotors, bunged the inlets and put other covers on the machine, making it as secure as possible against the storm.

There was an overgrown path leading down to the camp from the antenna base, and we could also see the remains of the fallen antenna lying in the bush down the hill. The wreckage could be an important source of metal for us later. Sally and I used machetes from the survival kit to clear the path down to the camp, and we got there in about half an hour. Several of the girls had gone down to the beach to recover my tent and kit and had brought it up to the shacks. A light rain had already started by the time Sally and I reached the shacks, and the wind was picking up.

We had cleared some of the palm trees near the shacks over the previous weeks, cutting them down for firewood and other uses. Sally and I took a few of the remaining tie-downs, and with the help of the girls hammered stakes into the ground for anchors and ran the straps over the roof of the shack to secure it. The Major and the sergeant had already supervised the storage of food and water into the shacks, and it just remained to hunker down inside and wait out the storm. We all gathered in the one fortified shack, and having all seven of us in such a small space made it hot and uncomfortable. Both Sally and I shed our flight suits and sat there in our shorts and t-shirts. Mary, Jenna, and Denise were in similar attire, while the Major and the Dianne, the sergeant, wore their baggy combat uniforms. For a while everyone just chatted nervously, but we soon fell silent.

We got settled inside just in time. Rain began hammering the roof of the shack and the wind howled outside. We had boarded over the windows, so as the clouds thickened the interior became dark. As the intensity of the wind increased, the building began to shake and groan. It did not take too much imagination to visualize it being blown off its foundation, and us with it! As the howl of the wind increased, it became difficult to even think. I sat on the floor, leaning against a backpack and bowed my head. The girls huddled together in a little group, crying. In the dim light, I could just see that both Dianne and Sally had curled up around the Major, their heads in her lap, her arms cuddling them both. It became darker and noisier, and soon I could barely see my own feet. In between the racket of the wind and the shaking hut, I could hear the sobs and shrieks of the petrified girls as terror overtook them.

Psychologists will tell you that humans can confound arousing stimuli, unconsciously re-interpreting a situation that is too horrible to bear into one that the mind can accept. In the right circumstances, terror becomes passion. That might explain what happened next.

First one, then another, then a third, girl crawled across the floor to drape themselves over me. In the dark I could not tell one from another. First, it was a soft little thing whose presence I felt as she was wrapping her arms around me, burying her face into my shoulder, sobbing with fear. Her little breasts pressed against my chest, and I could feel the rapid beat of her heart matching her panting respiration. I patted her back to console her, pretending that I wasn’t terrified myself. I spoke comforting words, but they were lost completely in the din from the hammering rain and howling wind. Then a second, larger, form embraced me, sobbing and crying with fear, gasping as she collapsed across me and the first girl. Her breasts rubbed my face through her thin t-shirt as in the utter darkness neither one of us could see the other. Finally, a third girl joined us, snuffling, teeth chattering, shaking, lying across my legs as we all huddled together for comfort, submitting to an animal instinct for togetherness as we fought to control our fear, unsuccessfully.

I sat there, the center of a panting, heaving, mob of flesh, isolated from the rest of the world by darkness and a cacophony of noise when I became dimly aware of a rhythmic panting in my ear. Not the disjointed rhythm of fear, but the steady beat of someone masturbating, her expressive lips planted on my cheek, next to my ear.

“Oh, oh, oh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yes, yes,” the little voice panted. Someone’s arm was beating against my leg in time with the breathing. I wiggled my right hand around through the hills of flesh pressed against me and found myself in the valley between two thighs. Feeling my way up, my knuckles were struck by a busy hand that was moving rapidly with orgasmic intention in someone’s pussy. Whether the owner of the hand and the pussy were one and the same, I could not tell. Someone grabbed my hand and pulled it up to the dripping cunt and I began to explore it in the dark. The commentary in my ear changed immediately.

“Umm, yes, give it to me, give it to me, stroke me, yes, yes!” I thought it sounded vaguely like Mary, whose range was higher than Jenna’s. But the voice did not correspond to the size of the breasts that were now pressing into my face, a large nipple brushing against my lips. Denise? I began to suck gently on it even as my right hand began a slow finger-fucking of the pussy down below. Another unseen hand pulled down my shorts and began stroking my cock. Jenna? It occurred to me that the expression, ‘all cats are grey in the dark,” had some basis in truth, as I was completely unable to discern whose pussy I was stroking, whose nipples were in my mouth, whose bum I was caressing, or whose fingers were on my penis. It seemed as if I was at the center of a whirlwind of delicious flesh and terrifying noise. Slowly but surely sexual pleasure began to displace our mutual fear.

The owner of the pussy kept rubbing her clit as I finger fucked her, and brought herself to a climax rapidly, grabbing my hand and pushing it up into her cunt as she did so, gasping and crying into my ear. Whoever was stroking my cock began to suck me off, and I can only imagine that need to concentrate on that task displaced some of the terror she felt. The owner of the large tits, (I’m pretty sure it was Denise) was crushing my face into her breasts, rubbing them on my stubble, pulling my head into her chest. After a few minutes of this, I was pulled down onto the floor, on my back. Someone heavy sat on my chest, compressing me a bit uncomfortably, while another woman slid her bum up over my head so she could push her pussy down onto my lips. I reached up with my hands and could feel two womanly forms on top of me, embracing as they faced each other. I could reach as far as to feel the outline of their breasts as they pressed together. I felt that it must be Mary and Denise, kissing each other, playing with each other’s breasts. Pussy juice was running down over my lips as I tried to tongue and explore the unknown snatch. Was it Denise, the lesbian? That would be something new!

The cock sucking, which had been interrupted briefly as I was forced to the floor resumed, without much artistry, but with vigor. I assumed this was Jenna, since that was her style, but again in the dark, it was impossible to tell.

I placed my hand on the bum cheeks of whoever was face fucking me with her cunt, trying to control the action. I managed to push her up a bit and move from tongue thrusting to licking and sucking her clit. This produced an immediate reaction, causing her to lean forward and grind her pussy over my chin stubble. I could tell she was close to cumming and did my best to put her over the edge. I was dimly aware that whoever was sucking my cock had stopped. Then, I felt pressure on my hips. Someone was moving around down there, doing something. Suddenly, a wet pussy was sliding over my dick, and I felt the weight of a woman sitting on my hips, grinding against my cock. Fuck!

Even through the fog of my advanced, storm-induced, sexual terror, I remembered the prohibition against getting any of these girls pregnant. Now one was riding my cock, and I had to stop her somehow, But, as I had one woman sitting on my face, another on my chest and a third on my hips, it was almost impossible for me to move. I reached out and began to slap the ass cheeks of the cock rider, but this seemed just to encourage her naughtiness. I was fucked, literally.

Salvation came from a completely unexpected source. An animal screaming cut through the din, and someone on the far side of the room cracked a light stick. The effect was immediate. The three girls on top of me scurried off as rats do when you open a closet door and the light shines in. Suddenly, Denise, Mary and Jenna were all huddled in a panting mess beside me, faintly visible in the green glow of the lightstick. I sat up and looked across the room.

Dianne, the sergeant, was screaming in terror, her eyes bugged wide, completely out of herself. Sally cradled her to her bosom, and the Major rubbed her back, but still her arms flailed, as she cried and writhed. The Major looked at me. For a second, she took in the spectacle of my cock standing proud, with three naked girls huddled on the floor beside me. Then, she beckoned me to come across. I scuttled over, knowing what I had to do.

In the heat of the humid shack, both the Major and Dianne had already removed their combat shirts. I wrapped my arms around Dianne and pulled her head onto my shoulder. I held her strongly as she flailed, restricting her movements, putting my lips next to her ear and telling her that everything was going to be alright. She struggled for a minute or two against my strength, and then began to relax. The screams stopped and she sobbed quietly on my shoulder, her body relaxing. I loosened my grip and ran my hands up and down her back, massaging her tense muscles, cupping her soft ass cheeks. Dianne began to respond, to hug me more tightly. She turned her head on my shoulder and spoke into my ear.

“Oh, Mark, thank you,” she said, her words barely penetrating through the din of the storm. “You make me feel safe. I’m not crazy when you hold me.” Dianne began to kiss my lips, gently at first and then building with a passionate intensity. In the fading light of the dying glow stick, I fumbled with her belt and undid her zipper. I broke off from the kiss to pay attention to the task of divesting Dianne of her pants, and in the interim Sally took over. I could see the two of them kissing, caressing each other’s breasts through their t-shirts. The Major, Natalie, sat there stone faced, gently rubbing Sally’s back, trying to hold it all together in the fury of the storm. The glow stick faded out to almost nothing as I dragged Dianne’s pants off her legs and over her feet. In the dark again, I ran my hands up her legs, over her thighs, and higher to where I could feel the light fur that guarded her pussy. Dianne spread her legs open for me, and I began to caress her there as she and Sally kissed and played with each other.

I pushed my fingers in between her soft lips and found her to be moist and soft, lubrication flowing down my hand as I moved in her. The terror had aroused her in every way, and Dianne did not have far to go to find release. I moved my fingers in and out of her gently, then more rapidly as I could feel her stiffen to my touch. As I moved my mouth up to pleasure her clit, I became aware of my own increasing need. I had been mobbed by three nubile girls in the dark already, without cumming, and now was satisfying yet another terrified woman whose only comfort was finding sexual release before she died. As Dianne tensed up, cried out and released herself, I was intensely aware that Dianne was the one woman on the island whom I could fuck at will, due to her infertility. And I needed to fuck someone very much at that moment!

The hut had descended into complete darkness again. Something hit the shack, causing a loud metal crashing noise. Somewhere in the dark, the girls screamed. I reached up for Dianne, but there was another presence, behind me. Soft hands reached around and stroked my cock. I turned around and reached out to find the intruder.

Suddenly, Natalie, the Major, had her face on my shoulder, hugging me with one hand while the other stroked me. Reaching out with my own hands, I felt skin beneath my touch, soft and supple, and realized she was naked from the waist down.

“Take me,” she cried into my ear. “I can’t stand this tension, this fear! Take me like you took the others!”

I pushed her hand away from my cock. “Steady, Natalie, steady!” I was about ready to explode. “I can’t fuck you, you’re fertile! We can’t risk it.”

“Take me in my ass,” she cried into my ear, over the scream of the wind and the crashing of the metal roof. “Just take me somehow! I need to submit to something other than my fear. I can’t bear this!” In the dark I could feel her warm breath on my neck. Her tears of terror rolled down onto my cheek, and her hands roamed over my body in a desperate search for comfort.

It was totally dark, but I managed to maneuver her onto her hands and knees and took up position behind her. I felt her pussy, and it was streaming juice, the same lubrication of terror that I had found in the other women. I massaged her lips and rubbed her while I guided my penis between her cheeks to find her ass hole. My cock had been streaming precum for almost an hour while I dealt with the other girls, and I had plenty to lubricate her ass. And although ass fucking wasn’t a normal part of my playbook, I was horny enough to do whatever it took to get off by this point. Even though others were close by, the isolation of the dark and the noise made it seem as if we were the only two people in the world. I pushed my erection gently against her asshole, slow and steady, making slow progress as Natalie alternately relaxed and tensed her muscles to permit entry. I finally made it about half-way in, and well-lubricated as I was, enjoyed sliding gently in and out of her tight hole. As I stroked, I rubbed Natalie’s clit a little and concentrated on fucking her ass, thinking about how much I was going to enjoy cum-dumping in the boss’s asshole. Natalie groaned like a little whore, and difficult as it was to hear, filthy words escaped her lips as I fucked her.

“Fuck,” she moaned “Oh, fuck, that’s good! Fuck me like I’m your little slut! I need your cock! Fill my ass!”

I felt my need building so I reached under and pinched her clit hard as I shoved my cock all the way up her ass. Natalie groaned like an animal and began to shudder as an orgasm wracked her body. No one could hear us over the raging storm, and she let loose a stream of cries while uttering the most outrageous sounds.

“Fuck me, fill my ass with your cock, oh my god, oh my god, oh I’m cumming!”

Indeed, she was, and so was I! I pulled back so my tip was just inside and released shot after shot of hot cum into her asshole. She tried to push up against me, to take me deep inside her, but I kept just inside, slapping her ass cheeks as I spasmed and shot into her asshole. Finally done, I withdrew and collapsed on the floor, panting like a dog. Natalie kissed me, whispered a thank you in my ear and then crawled away in the dark. What with the storm, no one had seen or heard us give in to our lustful craving for raw, unfettered sex. 

Within an hour or so, the intensity of the wind began to drop and the predominant sound was the pounding of rain on the roof. As the morning light penetrated the few cracks that had opened in the shack, the wind and the rain died further. All of us had donned some sort of clothing, and the Major and the sergeant unbarred the door so we could go outside for a look. Sergeant Dianne looked normal again, all business, and the Major betrayed no trace of the horny bitch who had begged me to fuck her in the ass last night when we were alone in the dark. So it goes!

We staggered out into the daylight and surveyed the camp. There was considerable disarray, many palm trees down, and some of the nearby shacks had lost roofing. But, all in all the damage was less than I had imagined. We had been lucky.

Suddenly, the sergeant yelled and pointed out to the surf beyond the reef.

“Look, look!”

I turned around and saw a large fishing trawler drifting over the reef toward the shore. I showed no lights, and appeared to have lost power. A lone figure stood at the bow. In about half an hour, it would drift onto our beach.

Life was about to change again. Utterly!