Sally led me up to the shacks at the top of the beach and settled me in with a can of North Korean beer. The Major's accusation that I had murdered the rampaging North Korean had come out of left field, and I was upset.

"Just stay here out of the Major's sight for a while," she said. "I think she might be delirious from that knock on her head. Dianne and I will try to calm her down." Then she went down to the beach to round up the girls and get them settled after the harrowing ordeal they had just experienced.

But there was no calming the Major down. I heard her and Dianne talking loudly two huts over, sometimes even yelling at each other. The discussion about what to do with me was heated and long.

"But we need him!" shouted Dianne. "He gets all the fish, cuts most of the logs, and for, well, the other things he does"

"Does for you, you mean," yelled the major. "He does fuck all for me, by the way! But that's beside the point. We can't have him murdering people at will!"

"With respect, that guy deserved to be shot! He was chasing us around with a pistol!"

"Yes, and when he was down and helpless, Mark executed him! We need law on this island if we are going to survive! It can't just be the wild west. We need order, and he is a problem, not a solution"

They moved away and the voices became muffled. The conversation went far in to the night. I merely sat there, sipping beer, and eating the food the girls had brought me. Sally had gone to bed after the exhaustion of the pig hunt and the episode on the beach, and now Mary had been put outside my door to keep me from wandering off. But I wasn't going anywhere! Where would I go, after all? Mary decided she was too lonely outside and decided to comfort the prisoner. The Major's grip on the troops was loosening, for sure!

It may seem that since landing on the island, I'd had more than my fair share of pussy. But remember that I was marooned with seven, initially, and now six, healthy young women who worked and played hard. When an opportunity for fun presented, few of them passed it up. If they wanted a man, I was their sole choice. Lucky for them I was young, handsome and horny. Who was I to stand in the way of their sexual fulfillment?

"I don't want to sit outside on my own," said Mary, with a sly smirk. "I think you qualify for close protection." She moved in and sat at the chair beside mine at the little table. Her hand rubbed my thigh, her fingers probing under my shorts.

"Mmm, maybe you should body search me. I might have a concealed weapon," I said.

Mary laughed. "A strip search? I'd be up for that!"

"But it's only fair if you strip down also," I said. "I think that's in the Geneva Convention or something."

Mary stood up and pulled her t-shirt off over her head. She gave a little shimmy, and her delicious breasts shook. Then she dropped her shorts on the floor. She still had tan lines around her waist, but otherwise had turned golden brown. She poked a finger against my chest and pushed me over toward the wall.

"Back up against that wall, mister. I think you're concealing something. Let's have it!" Mary pulled my t-shirt off over my head and got on her knees to work my shorts down to my ankles. My concealed weapon sprang to life, and she took it in her hands.

"Mmm, this looks like it could hurt a girl," she said. "I'd better see if I can disarm it."

Mary started licking the tip, stroking my balls and sucking. Of all the girls on the island, she was the one who most embraced the ideal of sex as recreation. I never got the sense that she wanted anything from me other than what she needed in the moment. I was always ready for what she had to offer.

"Yes, that feels really good, " I said as Mary sucked me. "It would feel a lot better inside you, wouldn't it?"

Mary stopped for a moment and looked up at me. "Yes, except I'm not getting pregnant. The Major would have my ass if she caught me doing that. And, if you're thinking of anal, forget it. I'm not a fan."

I reached into my backpack and pulled out the box of Trojans I had found in the cabin on the boat.

"Surprise!" I said. Mary's eyes popped open.

"Wow!" she said. "Wow! Ok, that changes things!" Mary grabbed a condom package, ripped it open, and rolled it onto my cock.

"Come down here on to your back, sweetie," she said, pulling me down to the floor. I did as she asked, and as Mary started humming 'ride the pony,' she climbed on top of me started sliding up and down on my cock. It was dark, so I reached up to caress her cute little breasts as she leaned back, grinding her bottom onto my hips and bouncing. It felt good, but what was better was knowing that Mary was enjoying the ride. She was trying to be quiet so we didn't get any unwanted attention, but the moans and gasps that escaped her lips told me that she had missed the kind of fucking that a young woman her age needs on a regular basis. We hadn't done much foreplay, so it took her a while, and a couple of different positions, to climax. I was so focused on her enjoyment that I was still a ways off when she finished, and she knew it.

"Mmm, you're still hard, aren't you," she murmured in my ear. "I should just take that condom off and let you fill me. I don't care what the Major says. I want your baby! Every girl on the island wants your baby now. What future do we have if we don't start breeding?" And with that comment, she started to cry softly.

Having a girl start to sob in your arms is not a turn-on, at least not for me. I held her close, telling her that things would be alright.

Mary pulled her head up off my shoulder. "How can they be alright? She's putting you on trial for murder! She's fucking crazy, that bitch! Well, don't worry. We won't let her hurt you. You're the only man we have! We're ready to do something about it, if we need to!:" I pulled her close again and told her not to worry.

We lay together for a few minutes, and then Mary crept out the door. I was still horny as fuck, and was about to finish myself off, when another dark shape entered.

"Hi, it's me, Dianne," she said. Dianne came and sat beside me on the thin mattress. "The Major's gone fucking crazy! I think that blow to the head has done something. She wants a trial and I can't talk her out of it. I just came to ask you to go with it. Nothing will happen to you. The girls and I won't permit that. It's just something she has to do to cement her authority here." Dianne reached out in the dark and felt my chest. Then her hand wandered down lower, and found my still erect penis, minus the condom, which I had taken off in frustration some minutes earlier.

"Oh my," she murmured. "Someone is horny tonight! The Major has told me not to have relations with you! She says that undermines discipline! Do you think she's right?"

I reached out and cupped Dianne's breasts. Drawing her close, we began to kiss passionately. I was quite ready to go and needed release, so after pawing her ass for a few moments, I moved her onto her hands and knees and entered her from behind. I had lots of lubrication flowing from my engorged cock, but Dianne wasn't quite with me on this and said so.

"Oh, take it easy there, I've got to catch up to you." I slowed down and eased myself in, forcing myself to stroke slowly and gently. My need to cum was pressing, and it took immense effort not to just blow my load, but the result was worth it. Dianne took in my entire length and began a rhythmic squeezing, I could feel resistance lessening as she warmed up to me, and in a moment she was encouraging me to go, to fuck her, to give it to her. I obliged.

A few deep strokes in that happy valley was all it took, and I came, giving her what had been meant for Mary, and lots of it. As I finished up and fell off her, Dianne drew me down to cuddle on the thin mattress.

"Come here," she whispered. "That was great, I really enjoyed that brief expression of affection. I feel as if I've joined the Sisters of Mercy," she said with a chuckle. I felt badly that I hadn't brought her off, and said so.

"Mmm, sometimes all a girl needs is a little cuddle with a cute man, or girl, in my case. That's enough. Just let me hold you for a while." We embraced and cuddled until I fell asleep.

Dianne crept out sometime later, and I slumbered peacefully until the morning light penetrated my consciousness. As I awoke, I felt someone kissing my cheek.

'Hello,' I thought. 'Who's this? The girls can't get enough of me these days!'

I opened my eyes to see Mark's snout sniffing my lips and touching my cheek. I sat bolt upright to hear Sally laughing her head off at my close encounter with the hairy little piglet. I brushed him aside rudely and looked around for something to brain him with.

"He seems to like you!" she said. "He's a big favorite with the girls now, so I wouldn't touch him if I were you. Not if you want any more "close protection" in the night!"

I uttered a few choice swear words and stated a preference for Mark to be the next item on the dinner menu. Sally just laughed more, and told me to get dressed and come outside. Her task was to supervise the prisoner's work detail, so we had better get going.

As if to further underline my importance to survival on this island, I had to go fishing and then later cut logs for firewood. Although the girls were quite capable of cutting logs, they hated this chore and wanted me to do it. That was fine, because the Major was now having them pull apart rope salvaged from the fishing boat to make nets and various other useful items, and that was hellish work of which I wanted no part. And of course Mary was small and agile enough to shimmy up a coconut tree to harvest the fruit. I was too big and clumsy for that, so the division of labor seemed fair.

Sally "guarded" me as I worked, and this gave us a chance to talk. As a female officer she was in the Major's confidence somewhat, although not as much as Dianne. Sally told me that the Major seemed to be suffering from the effects of concussion. She had started discussing matriarchy as a governing concept for the island, and holding forth on something she called 'the natural law.' Exactly where this was going, Sally didn't know, but she didn't think it was good.

I looked over at Sally as she helped me draw in the weighted throw net I used for fishing. She had ditched her t-shirt for some sort of garment I didn't recognize. It wasn't very fetching, and I wished she would take it off, and said so. Sally laughed.

"Recycled rice bags! They're the latest fashion. We got a bunch of them off the fishing boat, and Denise is making them into clothing for us. It's been almost six months out here and a lot of stuff is starting to wear out. And as for taking it off, that's just because you want to see my tits, you pervert! Keep that up and you'll get into trouble with the matriarchy!"

"What more trouble could I be in?" I said, laughing.

Denise, who seemed to be good with sharp objects, and Jenna went out to check the dead-fall trap. A medium-sized sow had wandered into the snare, and Denise had cut it's throat and the two of them had butchered it on the spot, bringing back the meat. We now had a sort of smoker on the go behind the shacks, made out of one of the many old oil drums that littered the place, so that pig jerky could be produced as a long lasting food item. Oddly, when the girls had returned, the Major had made them go through some kind of ceremony to thank the island goddess for the gift they had given us. She and the girls had removed their tops, and had smeared pig's blood over their breasts and faces. The Major had spoken in some strange language and performed a bit of a dance. The girls put up with it, because they had to, but then went down to the beach and washed it off as soon as they could. But the Major wandered around all day, tits out, covered in pig's blood and muttering. While I normally would have enjoyed the sight of her saggy breasts, the blood was disgusting and I tried not to look.

It was another three days before I came to trial. Each night, Mary or Jenna, or sometimes both, would sneak in and we would make love. I was running through the condoms pretty quickly, but I figured it was worth it to have the girls on my side when I came before the court of crazy Natalie, the Major. Only Denise avoided me, since she really did not fancy men at all. Sally and Dianne brought me up to date on the Major's ravings. More matriarchy, and now she was talking about breeding. After all, what was the future on the island, given that rescue was a lost hope? We needed to create our own society, to make our own destiny. For that, we needed children, and without me, that was not going to happen. As to the dread of childbirth, it was still evident, but the natural impulse to create a family was gaining ground, and some of the girls were starting to consider it. I worried that breeding would spark the fires of jealousy, something we hadn't seen since Sheila had departed this life. But that was a worry for the future. Right now, I had to face a trial and its uncertain outcome.

The hour of trial arrived, and Sally came and brought me up to the Major's office shack, the one where I'd had dinner and sex with Dianne and Natalie. These fond memories were shaken a bit as I entered and stood before the Major at her desk. I was wearing my flight suit, as that was the only clothing I had left that retained any symbols of rank or military affiliation. My long black hair was tied up on my neck, and I had trimmed my beard so as to be somewhat presentable. Sally was acting as my defense, and she stood beside me in her flight suit.

As I entered, I noticed that Mary, Jenna and Denise were seated at the back of the room, not as jury, but as spectators. Each wore a rice sack garment that hid their womanly forms. But what shocked me most was Natalie. The Major sat behind her desk bare-breasted, streaked with pig's blood, and wearing a hat fashioned from woven palm fronds and decorated with colorful bird plumage. Her full tits and brown nipples caught my attention, and she smiled to se my gaze wander on to her breasts. Natalie had a bleached thigh bone a pig to use as a gavel. Behind her, the boar's head I had brought back from the hunt was impaled on a staff, it's tongue lolling obscenely out one side, fixing me with a hideous grin. Dianne sat at the end of the table in her combat uniform, every bit the sergeant, acting as secretary or court recorder or whatever.

"Sergeant, will you please read the charge," said the Major.

Dianne stood up and read from a piece of paper. "That Captain Mark did, on a recent day about a week ago, shoot and kill the man known only as the North Korean without just cause, contrary to island law."

Well, that was a shock. I had expected some version of military law to be invoked, but it seemed we were past that.

"Thank you, Sergeant. Prisoner, how do you plead to this charge? Guilty or Not-Guilty?"

Sally spoke up before I could answer.

"Ma'am before the prisoner pleads, I must object. This court has no jurisdiction over the defendant. He is subject to military law, and due to the gravity of the charge has the right to elect court martial. As it is impossible to empanel a court of officers of suitable rank here on the island, I request the charge be stayed."

"Motion denied. These are exigent circumstances on this island. I will hear this case, as I am senior to the defendant, and have the responsibility to maintain discipline. We will proceed."

Sally spoke again. "I must object to you hearing this matter, ma'am. You are a witness in this case. It is fundamental to the integrity of justice that you cannot be both witness and judge in this matter. I again request that the charge be stayed until a suitable court martial can be formed. "

"Motion denied." Natalie looked slightly annoyed. "I will not testify in this matter, since I am the judge. This court will rely on the testimony of others."

"I must object again, ma'am. Who is to prosecute this case? You, as the judge, cannot. Again, I request the charge be stayed."

Natalie stood up from her chair. Her breasts shook as she extended an arm and waved it across the room, pointing at everyone in turn.

"This is our island! We must follow island law! Without that we have nothing! Without that we have anarchy! The trial will proceed! I will prosecute and judge! So be it!" Natalie glared at the room, defying opposition. None came.

The Major resumed her seat. "The defendant will enter a plea."

Sally spoke for me. "Not guilty, ma'am."

"Sergeant, call the first witness."

"I call Corporal Denise to the stand."

Denise rose and proceeded up to the table. As there was no chair, she merely stood, facing the Major. Sergeant Dianne swore her in.

"Corporal Denise, can you tell us what occurred that morning. Not the whole story, but just after the Korean gentleman had rounded you all up on the beach."

Denise swallowed and stuttered. "Yes, ma'am. He had us all up on the beach and was waving the pistol around. Then Lieutenant Morton distracted him, and Mark the piglet ran up squealing, and then all of a sudden a shot came out of nowhere and he pitched onto the sand." Denise paused and uttered a little sob.

"Go on, please."

"Yes, then the man was lying helpless on the sand, and Captain Mark came up and shot him in the head."

Sally stood up. "Objection, ma'am!"

The Major stared and motioned her to sit down. "Later, you'll have your chance. Sit down." To Denise, she said, "Was the man any threat to anyone at the time the defendant shot him the second time?"

"No."

"Defense, do you have any questions of the witness?"

Sally stood up. "Corporal Denise, is it not true that you took the knife from Captain Mark's belt and stabbed this man while he was lying helpless? Could it be that you killed him, and not the Captain?"

Denise's cheeks turned bright red and she clenched her fists. "No, I have no knowledge of that."

"You mean to deny it? Everyone saw it!"

The Major interrupted. "The witness has stated she knows nothing about it. That is sufficient. She is completely reliable. I have always found her to be dependable, and dedicated to the greater good of this island. There is no reason for her to lie." Turning to Denise, she said, "You may return to your seat."

There was a hush in the room as the Major stood up. "The prosecution rests. Does the defense have any witnesses to call?"

Sally gasped. She was about to say something when I grabbed her arm, looked into her eyes and shook my head. It was useless to continue this farce. Best to just get on with it.

"The defense rests, ma'am."

Natalie rapped the desk with the pig's thigh bone she used as a gavel. "I shall retire to consider the evidence. Please be back here in one half hour."

"All rise!" shouted Sergeant Dianne. She cast me a pitying look. May and Jenna cornered Denise with pointed fingers, while Sally led me outside under the palm trees.

"Why didn't you try to fight it?" she asked. "You know Denise is lying."

"It's no use," I said. "The fix is in. The Major has something up her sleeve."

Sally stood there pensively. Natalie's comment about Denise's absolute reliability, about her concern for the greater good bothered me, but I could not put my finger on it. I dark thought formed in my mind.

"Were you there when Sheila was swept out in the rip tide?" I asked Sally.

"Well, no, not exactly. Mary and I were just around the point looking at the pilings for an old dock that had been there once. We heard Denise yelling, and we ran around to see Sheila was being carried way out by the tide."

"What did Denise tell you happened?"

"Just that Sheila had gone in, and had suddenly been caught in the rip."

"So, Denise was the only one actually on scene, then?"

Sally went to answer, but we were interrupted by Sergeant Dianne calling everyone to re-assemble in the hut. We shuffled back in and took our places. I noticed that Jenna was in the back, cradling Mark the piglet and scratching his neck. He seemed to be enjoying the attention.

We remained standing while the Major entered and took her place. Once she sat, everyone except Sally and I sat down. Natalie was still naked from the waist up, covered in pig's blood and wearing her outlandish headpiece.

"Before I pass judgement, let us all take a moment and contemplate the bounty that the great goddess of the island has provided us. She...wait, is that a piglet in my court?" Natalie stood and pointed at Jenna.

"Yes, ma'am," stuttered Jenna.

"Get that filthy animal out of here! Now!" Jenna scuttled out of the room. We heard a squeal as Mark was dumped on the ground, and Jenna resumed her seat.

The Major led the prayer. "Oh, great goddess of the isle! We submit to your wisdom! We recognize the power of the matriarchy! Let it lead us to feast in your abundance. Let our fertility people this isle with industrious and righteous progeny, that will honor your reign and your bounty. Amen!"

None of the gob-smacked spectators in the room joined the prayer. Sergeant Dianne looked at us as if to say, 'see, I told you she was nuts.' The Major continued.

"After having considered the evidence, I find the defendant guilty. Let me expand on the enormity of this crime. We are stranded on this tropical island, and despair of rescue. We had among us one male, who, while helpful, has spent most of his time having sexual congress with any female within reach. When another male appeared, he conspired to murder him to eliminate his rival. The loss to this island is tremendous. The new male would have ensured genetic diversity. For the key to our future under the smiling dominion of the Island Goddess is breeding. We must breed! We must produce children! If not, we will expire."

The Major paused and took in the astonished faces around the room. Her head twitched as she spoke.

"The only just sentence is death. The defendant took the life of another human, and the Island Goddess demands retribution."

The girls gasped and cried to hear the news. Sergeant Dianne stood up, ready to deal with any demonstration. The Major rapped her thigh bone gavel and silence resumed.

"This sentence is commuted by the grace of the Island Goddess," she said. "This man is essential to our future. He must breed us, or our race will expire in our island home. He must prove his fertility, and as soon as possible. That is his sentence. The court will make arrangements for this to be carried out as soon as possible. As High Priestess to the Island Goddess, I shall execute the sentence upon his body."

The Major looked up at the incredulous faces of the sergeant, Sally and the three girls. I alone maintained my composure. I had figured something was up, and was right. Natalie, jealous of my attentions to the other women, had used the incident as a way to make me focus on her. As well, she had changed tack from preventing pregnancy at all costs to encouraging it as essential to our survival. As the leader, she wanted to be the first. Well, she was welcome to as much Mark as she could handle until she got pregnant. I spoke up.

"Ma'am, I accept the verdict of the court. I am at the disposal of the Island Goddess and bless her for her merciful disposition of my case. Praise her!" Maybe I was laying it on a bit thick, but Natalie smiled as I spoke.

Sergeant Dianne called us to stand, and Natalie left the room, pushing her glasses up to the bridge of her sweaty nose as she walked. Sergeant Dianne announced that a work party would assemble immediately to convert the shack to the Temple of the Island Goddess to prepare for tonight's ceremony. Dianne fixed me with a look, and suggested I go prepare for the ceremony. Sally took me over to the shack where I had been held in custody, and we had a brief chat.

"What the actual?" she said. "She's gone off her nut! That blow on the head had driven her around the bend. Who does she think she is, Colonel Kurtz?"

I shook my head in disagreement. "No, I think that knock on the head has made her think. Right now, we are very weak. We are very small, and have few weapons. We are probably going to be here for years, if not decades. We have to start building our own society, not continuing to think we are part of a society that no longer exists. If we breed and grow, in 20 years we'll be a lot stronger. She's taking the long term view. And she knows that we have to start breeding now! I'm the only resource you have in that respect, and if something were to happen to me, you would be on the road to extinction. So, she set this up so she can breed first and secure her own position. This Island Goddess stuff is just bullshit she's made up to give a framework to it all, for the benefit of the gullible like Denise and Jenna. This ceremony is the start of a breeding cycle. She is going to keep me for hers until she gets pregnant, and then pass me on to the next in line. Maybe you?"

Sally wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Well, don't think I'll be lining up to breed with you anytime soon," she said. "Not sure that I want children!"

"Be that as it may," I replied, "she's got a plan, and I'm sure you're in there somewhere. Now, as far as getting Natalie pregnant, I'll need a little help."

"Help?"

I scratched my head and pretended to think, although I knew full well how to take advantage of the situation. "Getting her pregnant means upping the count of fresh sperm. If I get off now, by the time tonight comes, I'll have a fresh batch of very active sperm just dying to swim their way up Natalie's pussy to make her pregnant. I just need someone to get me off, quickly." I looked straight at Sally.

"Oh my Lord, the things I do for you!" Sally stripped off her flying suit, and I followed her lead. Her bronzed breasts were handy, so I felt the nipples and caressed them gently. She stood there stoically.

"I hope this does something for you, because I'm feeling nothing," she said.

"Ya, it's doing the job," I said, pointing to my rising cock. "Blow job, hand job, it's up to you. Can't risk getting you pregnant, yet!" I gave Sally a wink.

"Alright, blowjob. Just don't start saying anything nasty like last time or I'll smack you in the nuts, Ok?"

I nodded and lay down on the mattress. Sally knelt beside and started stroking my hardening cock. Then she leaned over and started sucking and stroking vigorously. Not only was I hot for her, as always, but the effort she put into bringing me off really turned me on. I started moaning and groaning, and began massaging her ass for good measure.

"Jesus, that's good!" I moaned. "Oh, yes, keep that up."

Sally slurped and sucked as if she knew what she was doing, which was nice since she was a committed lesbian. I wanted to thank her somehow.

"Hmm, just swing around a bit and we can 69," I suggested. "You might as well get some reward for all your hard work."

Sally giggled, and wormed her way over so her hips were on my chest. I positioned her with my hands so my tongue and lips could reach her pussy. Her efforts on me hadn't gotten her too excited, but I figured that the mechanical stimulation would do its work, and I wasn't wrong. Maybe she started thinking about Dianne or something, but she soon got quite worked up and juicy. But in the race for orgasm, I had a good head start.and I felt the explosion building.

"Oh, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum," I gasped. I wanted to warn Sally, and tried to pull out of her mouth. But, surprisingly, she doubled down and sucked harder. As I shot my load into her mouth she swallowed ably, at first, and then gagged and spit it out on my legs. I kept sucking her clit despite all the ruckus.

"Fuck, that tastes awful," she said. "How do women stand it?" I thrust two fingers up her snatch as she spoke, and the effect was immediate. "Oh, fuck, fuck, keep sucking me! I am so close, yes, yes, yes!"

Sally pushed her bum down on my face, so I barely had room to get my fingers into her while sucking her at the same time. Her hips started shaking as an orgasm overtook her, and she bore down, almost smothering me with her hairy pussy. After a final contraction she rolled off, and lay beside me, face down, her head by my thighs, panting. We both lay there, glowing, silent. After a few moments, Sally spoke.

"You're going to have to breed me, too, won't you? I mean, she's going to demand we all get pregnant down the line." Sally raised her head and flashed a little smile. "Well, I suppose I could stand it, since it's for the Goddess and all."

I chuckled. C'mon, let's clean up and get ready for tonight. Race you to the beach, co-pilot!"

(Stay Tuned for Part 9 - Crime and Punishment)