I rubbed my eyes again and looked at the horizon. There could be no doubt that those were contrails. Very far away, to be sure, but those aircraft would have radios of some kind and might receive signals from our transmitter. But, had the girls gotten it working yet? What of the smoke smudge I had seen on the horizon from the helicopter yesterday? I had almost forgotten it, but suddenly it's significance leaped to mind. Smoke meant humans, and possibly a ship! We might be rescued yet!

I ran up to the Major's shack and found her and Dianne conversing in hushed tones.

"I've seen contrails," I said. "On the eastern horizon. And, I saw black smoke yesterday afternoon from the helicopter, to the northwest. There are people out there, somewhere. We might be found!"

Dianne and Natalie stared at me, stunned. Natalie turned to Dianne.

"How is it coming with the transmitter?" she asked. "We haven't even been able to receive broadcasts for the last few weeks, the static has been so bad."

Dianne nodded. "I've got Mary and Jenna working on the transmitter with parts from the fishing boat. I've got some hope they'll get results soon. As for reception, I think we might have to re-orient the antenna. The atmospherics have been wild recently and it's interfering with everything."

Natalie looked concerned. "It's all very interesting, but what if an airplane flies over or a ship arrives? We have no guarantee they'll be friendly. We are practically defenseless here! Maybe we should take care to cover up the obvious signs of habitation, so that they don't land and check us out? At least not until we've had a chance to check them out?"

I was confused. "But rescue would be a good thing, wouldn't it?"

Natalie shook her head. "That depends upon who it is. If they aren't friendly, we're in trouble. The last information we had about back home wasn't good, so it stands to reason that anyone landing on this island might not be friendly. To be blunt, you're a man, so the worst would be that they shoot you. For us women, it could go much worse. We need to prepare."

"Well, all we have is two pistols. I left the rifle up where the boar attacked Denise. Not much in the way of firepower!"

Natalie thought for a moment. "Well, the girls have their service rifles. I know we don't have ammunition, but someone landing wouldn't know that. They would just see a rifle pointing at them. We'll have to get that other rifle back here, since we still have a few rounds for it."

"What about the helicopter?" said Dianne. "We can camouflage a lot of things, but it is on the beach and it sticks out like a sore thumb!"

Natalie spoke. "We'll have to do something. For the moment, Mark, you and Dianne go back into the forest and get the rifle and anything else you left behind. Sally is looking after Denise, but she and I can make a plan for setting up some kind of defense here. I'll see if Mary and Jenna can re-rig the antenna so that we can pick up some kind of broadcast. In the meantime, no transmitting! That will just let them home in on us, and then we'll be in trouble. Right, you two get going, and I'll get a start on everything else."

Dianne and I packed up some water and a few provisions for the trek inland. I wore a pistol in a shoulder holster, although it was unlikely to stop a charging boar. We agreed to stay away from any pigs for the time being. It was hot, and we both wore t-shirts, shorts and boots. We had been on the trail for about an hour when I called a halt, Dianne and I sat under a tree and sipped water from our canteens. I sat there thinking about the contrails, and whether we were really in danger or if Natalie just didn't want change to come to her little island kingdom. Suddenly, I heard Dianne sobbing.

Turning toward her, I saw that she had her chin on her chest and was crying quietly.

"What's wrong?" I said.

Dianne looked at me and rubbed her teary eyes. "I'm useless on this island now," she said. "If we stay here, you'll be bound to Natalie, except when she lets you breed one of the other girls. I'm barren, so she won't let me near you. I'll just become an old woman, someone she yells at when she wants something done. You'll all have children and new lives, and I'll just grow old and irrelevant."

I reached over and hugged her. She continued to sob quietly on my shoulder. I was not prepared for the pain I felt in my heart as I held this beautiful, older, woman, who had been so essential to my existence on this island. Holding her close, I could feel the swell of her breasts through her t-shirt, and I remembered all the nights of pleasure she had given me, how close we had been, how much I respected her talents and her leadership. I kissed her cheek and told her how I felt.

"I love you, Dianne," I said. "You've been so good to me, you are so kind and gentle beneath your tough exterior. All the girls and I depend on you for our survival. I won't let Natalie keep me from you."

Dianne's sobs increased and she hugged me tightly. I ran my hands up and down her back, trying to calm her down. She sat up straight and looked me in the eyes. Then she kissed me, not the way a friend might kiss, but as a lover, hungry for attention. Our tongues played with each other, and my hands wandered under her t-shirt, seeking out her lovely, full, breasts that had given me such comfort. I caressed them gently, touching her nipples lightly as we kissed. Dianne's fingers sought out my cock through the thin material of my shorts, running up and down the length of my rapidly growing hardness.

Dianne broke off her kiss and looked in my eyes. "I need you," she said. "I need you now!"

We took off our t-shirts and shorts. Dianne got on her hands and knees, using the t-shirts as cushions. Her gorgeous bum begged for my attention, and I knelt behind her, pushing my dripping cock against her bum cheeks as my hand explored her pussy. Dianne began to moan and push against my hand as I pleasured her, and I sensed her need to have me inside her. I had an enormous hard on, excited beyond reason by her passion, and gently slid myself into her cunt. Needing to hold myself back, I held still, drinking in the sensation of her velvet tunnel surrounding my cock, her muscles flexing gently to squeeze and pleasure me. Dianne began to rock her hips back and forth to impale herself on my shaft, grunting with the effort of using my cock to pleasure herself. I continued to hold still, letting her service me, letting her movements rule my pleasure, letting her take me as she wished to fill her own need. The thrusts of her bum became deeper, more urgent, the clenching of her muscles more severe as I let her fuck me at her own pace. Reaching between her legs, I sought out her clit and held my fingers so they would rub her as she rocked back and forth on my cock. Dianne moaned and grunted with pleasure and effort as she continued to ride my cock. It was clearly becoming too much for her, and she cried out with frustration.

"Fuck me, Mark, fuck me! Give it to me hard!" she gasped. She was now slamming her bum against my hips with everything she had to give.

Still I resisted. I remained steady, my cock hard as a rock, a remorseless shaft filling her cunt.

"Mmm, keep fucking me, baby," I said. Somehow I knew she had to work out her frustrations with action, that simply being on the receiving end would not do it for her. "Fuck me, make me cum, baby! This is good!"

Dianne pulled away suddenly. She turned on me with a look of rage. Or was it lust? She pushed me down onto my back. My cock stood up, shiny and wet, begging for her pussy. Dianne climbed on and mounted me, placing her hands on my chest. She began to ride me like a woman possessed, slamming into my hips with her full weight as she impaled herself on my cock. Little twigs and pebbles worked their way into the skin of my ass and back from the force of her fucking, but the pain merely heightened the incredible sensations I now felt. The visual of Dianne's tits bouncing in unison with her fucking brought me to a level of pleasure I could scarce believe. .

Dianne's moans increased and it was clear she was going to cum soon. Her head was back, her eyes closed, her hair flying as she fucked me. Suddenly her eyes opened, her head lowered and she fixed me with her gaze.

"Cum now, you bastard!" she gasped. "Natalie could never fuck you like this! Cum now, fill me up, Be mine!" Dianne bore down on me, clenching, and her tits rubbed against my chest. I erupted.

Having held as still as possible for however many minutes it took Dianne to fuck me to orgasm, I now lost all control of my movements. My hips thrust up against her, and I grabbed her at the waist and pulled her down against my cock. My legs bent up at the knees, giving me sufficient force to literally launch her up off my hips and then back down onto my cock. Dianne cried out as she felt my cock expand and then release inside her, multiple times. Her own orgasm overcame her, as she grabbed her breasts and twisted her nipples between the thumb and forefinger of her hands. After a few moments, she collapsed on top of me. My own crisis had passed, and I held her tight.

"I love you, baby, I love you," I whispered in her ear.

"I love you Mark," she said. "I love you." We lay together and cuddled, swaddled in the forest noises, the rustling of the leaves, the beautiful calls of the birds filling our ears.

The problem, of course, is that by this time I loved all the girls on the island, excepting Denise. And I was pretty sure they all loved me, more or less. We had achieved polygamy without realizing it, but the fly in the ointment was that Natalie considered herself to be the chief wife.

We still had our mission to complete, so I kissed Dianne, then sat up to don my t-shirt and shorts. Dianne put on her shorts, but left her t-shirt in her pack. The pack straps accentuated her breasts, and I felt she was keeping them out as a reminder for me of our session. We set off up the trail to where I had left the rifle.

We reached the site of the boar attack within a few hours and recovered the rifle and a few supplies that had not been ruined by marauding pigs. On the way back we halted every hour for five minutes, to rest and drink water. Dianne spent each halt cuddling me and kissing, telling me she loved me. She even tried to screw me again, but I felt I better leave something in reserve for Natalie when I got back to the shacks, so I put her off. I began to worry what would happen back at the beach if Natalie did not make some effort to hide her passion for me. But Dianne was a sensible woman, and on our last halt, the sergeant made its reappearance.

"I'm not stupid, Mark," she said. "I know I have to share you with Natalie and the other girls. All I ask is that you keep something for me, that no matter how possessive Natalie gets, that you find a way for us to be together. I know what has to happen for our survival, but if I know you have a place in your heart for me, then I can bear it. Tell me you can do that for me!"

I smoothed Dianne's hair and kissed her gently and told her the lies she wanted to hear. She donned her t-shirt again, and we walked back down to the beach and the huts. It was soon obvious that Natalie had kept the girls busy. The antenna had been realigned, and something like a coconut log bunker was under construction. The helicopter was covered with palm fronds, enough to disrupt its outline so it wouldn't be immediately obvious to a distant observer.

I took the rifle and other supplies back to the shacks and then went down to the surf to bathe. Dianne reported to Natalie, and then bathed in the surf also. She kept her distance. When I went back up to the shacks, I ran into Sally. She updated me on Denise, who was stable but still very poorly. I then went up to have dinner with Natalie.

She seemed preoccupied with something and spoke little as we ate. I noticed she was having a few drinks from her fast diminishing supply of booze. She updated me on the preparations, the work on the receiver, the defenses, etc. The radio was now receiving more static, with the occasional voices coming through, but little in the way of firm information. The bunker would cover the approach to the beach, and when camouflaged would be invisible. I couldn't help thinking how useless it would be when we had but one rifle and less than one hundred rounds of ammunition, but I kept my mouth shut. Natalie was getting a little tipsy by this point, and I wondered if she was going to insist on sex. But what happened next surprised me.

"So, you and Dianne?" she said. "A little fuck-fest in the forest, was it?"

"I don't know what you mean," I said. I did not like where this was going.

"Well, your back tells a different story," she said, taking another swig. "All scratched and bruised. What happened? Did a big pig knock you on to your back and then sit on you? A nice big, one hundred and forty pound sow with big tits? You must think I'm stupid!" Natalie banged her fist on the table. "Fuck it! Doesn't matter! Dianne has to get her piece of the action somehow, though. Fuck, I wish she'd stick to women and keep away from you, that's all."

Natalie started crying and I reached over and took her hand. She sobbed for a few minutes, and then drew her hand back. She had a gleam in her blurry eye.

"Doesn't matter, does it? Do you know what tonight is Mark? Do you?"

I said no, I did not know.

"Ha! Well tonight is the first breeding night. You've had me for two months, now you have to stick your dick into the other girls and make some babies. Otherwise, we're fucked on this island. We'll die out! So, I have to let you go with the others. I'd rather you tried it with a turkey baster, but we don't seem to have one of those."

"Look, Natalie," I said. "You're upset. It doesn't need to start tonight. We can wait. It could be just us tonight."

"Fuck it!" she said. "Might as well get on with it." Natalie grabbed an empty tin and shook it. I could hear the noise of some papers rattling around inside it. "I've got the girls names in here. Except Dianne, whose barren, and Denise, who would rather die than take a cock. Fuck, she probably will die anyway, so she's useless. Here, pick a name!"

Natalie shoved the tin my way and waved it drunkenly in front of me. I grabbed it with one hand and extracted a name with the other. I opened the paper and looked at the name.

"Well?" she said. "Whose the lucky girl?"

I showed her the paper. It read, 'Sally." My beautiful, lesbian, co-pilot was first on the breeding list. Natalie looked at the name and laughed.

"Well, you've got your work cut out for you, then! Although I know you've fucked her before, so she must have some affection for your sorry dick. Well, go back to your shack and wait for her. I'll send her over and you can do the deed. And, just stay over there until tomorrow. I don't want you back here for the time being!"

Natalie's drunkenness had rendered her crude and angry, so I thought it best to leave. It was dark when I reached my shack, so I lit a small palm oil lamp, sat on my bed and contemplated the world. In a few minutes, a knock on my door interrupted my reverie.

"Come in." The door opened and Sally stepped in to the light. Her hair was still short and she was wearing a rice bag top and a pair of shorts. I smiled to see her.

"Sally reporting for breeding duty, sir," she said, snapping a mock salute.

She sat beside me on the bed. I held her hand.

"Look, you don't have to do this," I said. "I can just tell Natalie we did something. I know you don't care for me in that way."

Sally shook her head. "You're right, in that I don't care much for men. But, I am a woman and I am fertile, and we need to have babies for the future. So, we need to do it."

I patted her hand. "Ok, how do you want to proceed? Just..."

Sally answered by dropping her shorts. She got up on the bed on her hands and knees and motioned me to get in behind her. "Just put it in and do it," she said. "I don't need anything, really. Just get it over with, please."

Sally was gorgeous. Her tits were hanging down, pushing against the walls of the rice bag top she wore. Her butt was firm and she, like all the girls, had a big bush, due to the lack of razors. But, I wasn't hard yet and I couldn't mount her like this.

"Uh, I'm going to need some help, I think." I reached out and felt her pussy lips, gently. Dry! "You're going to need some help too, I think."

Sally sighed. "Look, I really don't want to touch you, I'm not in the mood."

"Let me go down on you for a while," I said. "That'll probably get me worked up enough to perform, and is should loosen you up enough to at least make things comfortable. Deal?"

So it was. Sally lay back on the bed and spread her legs. I lay down on my stomach and used my fingers, lips and tongue to loosen up her pussy. As I licked, sucked and finger-fucked her, she got moist and I got excited. She started to moan and squirm and I thought she was ready, so I suggested that I start the main event. She surprised me.

"Mmm, no, what you're doing is good. You might have been a lesbian in another life, maybe, I dunno. I'm not far from cumming, so keep it up and then you can do your thing."

I went back to finger fucking her and sucking her clit, and in a minute or two Sally came quite nicely, pushing her pussy into my face, grunting and grabbing my hair. It wasn't a huge orgasm, but nice enough.

"Ah, good," she said. "That was nice. Now you can do it." She spread her legs wide, bending at the knee.

As predicted, my work on Sally had made me hard and I entered her easily. She moaned and grunted as I fucked her, squeezing me with her pussy. I didn't try to hold back and came in record time, no more than two minutes. As I came I thrust as deeply as possible, shooting my semen as deeply as possible. We lay together for a few moments. Sally stroked my hair and told me she had enjoyed it after all. Presently, she got up and donned her shorts.

"I've got to go," she said. "Want to check on Denise before I go to bed. I'll see you in the morning." Sally left.

I snuffed the torch and fell asleep, thinking this job of being the chief breeder wasn't so bad. After all, I would have to have sex with each woman, in turn, until they all got pregnant. Except Dianne, of course, who was just for fun. And Denise, if she lived, wanted nothing to do with me.

I awoke to someone shaking me. It was still dark. I realized it was Mary. What the heck did she want?

"Mark, Mark, you've got to come," she said. "It's Denise! She's dead!" Mary was clearly upset, tears streaming from her eyes. I got up, threw on my shorts and t-shirt and headed over to the makeshift hospital shack where Denise lay, her face covered in a blanket. Dianne, Jenna and Natalie were crowded around the bed. Sally had just entered moments before me.

"She was fine when I left her," said Sally. "Only two hours ago, everything appeared normal." Sally started to cry.

Natalie patted Sally on the back. "I know, I know. But, she was very sick, very injured by that beast. We all knew she probably wouldn't survive." Natalie turned to Dianne. "Sergeant, please take charge of the remains. We will have a military funeral for Corporal Denise tomorrow morning." Dianne nodded her head, but said nothing.

Jenna volunteered to sit watch over the corpse until daylight. We all went back to bed and tried to sleep. In the morning, Sally and I dug a shallow grave up in the palm grove. Then we all put on what remains of uniforms we had for the ceremony. Sally, Mary, Jenna and I carried the blanket into which Denise's body had been sewn and lowered it carefully into the grave. The Major, Natalie, read the Service for the Dead. We all saluted, and then Sally and I filled the grave.

In the weeks that followed, I bred each of the women in turn. Mary and Jenna thoroughly enjoyed sex, and with them it was a lot of fun. They each expressed a fervent hope to have a baby soon, filled with the enthusiasm of youth. I slept with Natalie also, but this had become more of a chore, and she seemed filled with bitterness. Something was eating at her, and it wasn't just having to share my affections with the others. I bred Sally also, who stuck with the pattern of me making her cum orally and then permitting me a brief shag to make my deposit in her cunt. Where I found to the energy to fuck Dianne, I don't know, but she would drag me off when she could to some secluded spot and we would make love. She loved outdoor sex, and I'm pretty certain that Mary and Jenna managed to spectate on more than a few occasions.

It was after one of these sessions that Dianne told me of her suspicions of Natalie. Dianne had been sucking my cock. I came all over her breasts, and she cooed in my ear as I licked it off. If you think that's perverse, well, it was a welcome change from all the conventional sex I had to endure while breeding the others. Variety, you know! Afterwards, Dianne told me that Natalie had gotten drunk and sort of suggested that she had smothered Denise. Dianne asked her outright if she had done so, and Natalie told her to fuck off without denying it completely. Dianne suspected that Natalie had put Denise up to getting rid of Sheila because she was jealous of her hold over me. Once she told me this, I could not get it our of my mind.

That night, I was trying to breed Mary, and not having much success. I was fucking her doggy-style, and just kept going and going. Mary had already cum twice, and was getting exhausted. But, I could not focus! I kept thinking about Natalie and what she might have done. I resolved to confront her the next day, and this relaxed me enough to led me unload into Mary's pussy, finally, and much to her relief.

The next morning I walked over to Natalie's headquarters shack, intending to have it out with her. I was almost there, when I heard Sally cry out.

"A boat! A boat! There's a boat coming in over the reef!"

I looked out over the ocean, and saw a small boat motoring over the reef, heading toward our beach. Off in the distance was a larger ship, of a type I could not identify. Natalie ran out of her shack and started to scream.

"Get to your positions! Get to the defenses! Quick, we don't have much time!"

Natalie and Dianne both grabbed pistols and I ran up to the log bunker and grabbed the rifle. That was the extent of our weaponry! We had yet to camouflage the bunker, so any attacker would know where the key to our defense was located. It was ridiculous to think that we could resist. I could see the boat more clearly now, and it seemed to contain four or five men. I didn't think they were dangerous, but if they were armed, they would overwhelm us easily. The better course would be to let them land and find out who they were and what they wanted. I got out of the bunker and walked over to Natalie, the rifle slung on my shoulder.

"Mark, what are you doing?" she screamed. "Get back to your post?"

"Look, Natalie," I said, "These guys don't look dangerous. And, if they are armed, they will overwhelm us quickly. Better to let them land and see what they want, right?"

Natalie looked at me incredulously. "Get back to the bunker! That's an order!" Dianne came up closer to see what was going on.

"No, I'm not going to do that. You're going to get us all killed by over-reacting. We don't have much choice but to let them land."

Natalie's eyes bugged out, and suddenly she drew her pistol on me. "Hand me that rifle," she said. "Hand it over. You're under arrest!" I froze. Natalie put the pistol to my head. Her face was a mask of rage and terror. I didn't move.

Suddenly Dianne knocked the pistol from Natalie's hand. Natalie stumbled forward, trying to pick it up off the sand. I pushed her over onto her ass.

"Just sit there and be quiet," I said. "Everything will be alright." Natalie covered her eyes with her hands, shaking in disbelief. I nodded to Dianne, who sat down beside her, telling her to calm down. I walked down to the beach with Sally.

The boat landed in about five minutes. One man leaped out of the bow and the others got into the surf to beach it. There were five men total. Their leader walked up to me and extended a hand. They were unarmed.

"No need for the rifle, mate," he said. "We come in peace!"

I dropped the rifle and embraced him. Within minutes we were chatting. They were from a New Zealand survey ship, on a mission to confirm the status of the various islands in this district. They brought us up to speed on our homeland. Pretty bleak, vast destruction, no chance of going back there anytime soon. We went up to the shacks. Natalie had pulled herself together, and I introduced her to the Kiwi. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mary and Jenna leading the other four sailors off into the palm grove by the hand. Obviously, they were serious about the need for genetic diversity, and were willing to do something about it as soon as possible. As three of the four men were Polynesians, we would know eventually who won that race!

The Kiwi explained that they could not evacuate us, but would land supplies and had a program to check back on us every six months or so. Their mission was to ensure the islands were sustainable, and could be a source to repopulate this area over the next few decades. They would help us repair the radio. At most, they could take one or two of us with them if they had skills that were in demand. He took quite an interest in the helicopter and suggested that on their next trip they might try to barge it off with a crane. Sally volunteered to go with the ship and advise on the preparations for the helicopter recovery. That meant she'd be gone for six months at least. I took her aside and asked her if she was sure she wanted to go. Was she pregnant?

Sally smiled. "No, despite your best efforts, Mark, I'm not. I want to go. Not to get away from you, but to be part of creating whatever new world we will be building. I'll see you in six months, and I hope you'll be on your way to parenthood by then!"

Natalie carried on as if she were still in charge, still the Major, still able to have us jump to her word of command. But her authority was gone, and she knew it. Dianne had rebelled, and we suspected Natalie had silenced Denise forever to protect herself. I told her she had to go, or I was going to tell the Kiwi that she had killed Denise. Natalie chose to leave. She was no longer wanted on my island.

So it was that the ship sailed the next day, with Sally and Natalie on board. We could not have made a case against Natalie that would stick, so sending her into exile was second best. We told the Kiwi that they might use her navigation skills, her knowledge of older radio communications and that with Sally leaving, there ought to be at least one more woman on the ship. The Kiwi agreed to take her along.

Sally and I had a tearful goodbye. I told her to look after herself, although I'd never had any worries on that score. She was smart enough to keep Natalie in her place, and I knew that she would find an interesting future in the wider world. In any case, she'd be back in six months to recover the helicopter. I told her I loved her, gave her a kiss and she got into the boat and sailed away. Natalie left without saying goodbye, and if she felt any regrets, she kept them to herself. But, I had to admit that I would miss her soft, round body, her lovely breasts, her cries in the night as we fucked. But I had other women to keep me company, so I was not likely to get lonely.

Dianne, Mary, Jenna and I stood together and watched the ship sail away. The girls had been going at it like rabbits with the crew, so hopefully one or more of them had gotten pregnant. If not, I still had a few months of breeding ahead of me, so it wasn't all that bad. As the ship disappeared into the sunset, we turned around and walked up to the shacks and our new life together.

The End