The wind blew the sand in Kiersa’s face as she lay on the beach. Waves crashed against the rocks on all sides of her and the spray fell like rains upon her head. What was supposed to be a short 2 hour ride in the Cessna turbo-prop turned into a disaster.

She usually never flew alone. But, Gary really pissed her off this time and she just had to get away for a while. Their vacation to the Caribbean was a mistake from the beginning. Gary won the keys to the plane in a contest at work. The winner would get to use the company plane for the weekend. A pilot was usually part of the package but Kiersa already knew how to fly soGary’s boss allowed them to take the plane alone.

Kiersa slammed the door in Gary’s face and drove toward the airfield in their rental car. A mechanic was checking the plane over, but had left briefly to get some more tools. When he came back, Kiersa was just lifting off the runway with no flight plan and the radio switched into the off position. She was fuming. Gary had picked this time to tell her he was going to be leaving for six months, again. "Your wrong, I’m leaving," Kiersa screamed as she drove off in a cloud of dust.

The fuel gauge registered enough fuel for about five hours so Kiersa was not the least bit concerned. She was not aware that the plane had an oil leak. The mechanic noticed a puddle beneath the left engine while doing a routine check. Unbeknownst to him, the Cessna had been losing oil while Kiersa and Gary were flying from Atlanta to Key West. The oil gauge on the Cessna was inoperable and had been prior to their flight.

Kiersa has the trottle wide open as she zipped across the sky. No man was going to try to control her life. She was through with him. She spied a small island in the distance and chose it as her turning around point. "He’s a goner," Kiersa whispered to herself.

The Cessna reached the island and Kiersa banked the plane 180 degrees for her return flight. "What a pretty little island," she said, "I’ll have to check it out sometime." As the plane leveled out, an explosion shook the small craft and it went into a nose dive. Kiersa tried to stabilize the aircraft but it continued to fall. Kiersa shut down the left engine, pulled on the stick and regained control of the craft momentarily as it fluttered just above the water. As she righted the plane another explosion shook the right engine and the Cessna plummeted downwards once again. Kiersa wrestled with the airplane to maintain control but lost the battle as it careened into the water.

Night was falling as Kiersa crawled off the beach of that small island she had seen in the distance. She would get to visit it a lot sooner than she had planned.

When she woke up the next morning, she suddenly remembered what had happened and broke into tears. Amazingly she had no broken bones, but she had plenty of cuts and bruises. The sun dress she was wearing was ripped to shreds so she used parts of it to tie around her wounds.

From the air the island didn’t look very big, but on the ground it seemed endless. "Another lost airplane in the Bermuda Triangle. Why me," moaned Kiersa.

Her argument with Gary seemed like it was years ago. It was unimportant now. How she longed to be in his arms. How she wanted to feel the warmth of his body against hers, his gentle caress. Would she ever see him again. Would she ever see anyone again.

The scalding sun scathed Kiersa’s body, prompting her to move into the protection of the tropical foliage. Her stomach ached with hunger and her throat burned with thirst. She remembered seeing what looked like a stream flowing towards a waterfall when she was in the air but she had no idea where she was on the island.

Kiersa plunged toward the interior hoping to find the waterfall and nourishment of some kind. As she progressed into the vegetation she felt herself getting dizzy from the sun. "Water," Kiersa sobbed as she fell to the ground. As she lay there she felt the ground vibrating. She stopped her breathing and heard a quiet rumbling in the distance. "The waterfall," she cried. Kiersa pulled herself off the ground and tripped and stumbled toward the wonderful noise. Hours passed by as Kiersa scraped her body across the ground toward the fabulous waterfall.

As she passed through the undergrowth Kiersa caught a glimpse of the most beautiful sight her eyes had ever beheld. There it was, thundering down like an avalanche, the waterfall. Kiersa let out a yell of jubilation as she propelled her worn out ragged body towards the well of life. Nothing was going to stop her.

Kiersa threw herself into the water. The soothing touch of the miraculous stream restored her. Gone were the feelings of doom and despair. Kiersa gulped a mouthful of water and downed it with relish. She splashed around in the water and cleaned the dirt and grime from her sores. On the shore she found a nice place to nestle her tired limbs and fell asleep. As Kiersa woke she looked up and saw the most wonderful coconut tree hanging just over her head. Kiersa pulled herself up from the ground and looked for a way to get the coconut short of climbing the tree. She threw some rocks at the coconut but didn’t come close. She looked around but no branches were to be found. Kiersa searched on the other side of the waterfall and found the ground littered in coconuts. To open the coconuts, Kiersa tossed them from the top of the waterfall to the rocks below.

The days began to drag on and on. Kiersa began to believe she would never be rescued. She had seen no evidence of a rescue party. Not an airplane in the sky. During her weeks of waiting, watching and hoping, Kiersa constructed a small shelter. As time went by she built it larger and larger, added decorations and made it a home. She was there for the long haul.

As time labored on Kiersa began to get very lonely and very in need of sexual pleasure. She began a new search around the island. Kiersa began to look for the perfect object to satisfy her desires. As she wandered she made a mental map of the island. Kiersa meandered across the island discovering coves, beaches, and even small caves. One cave looked like it had been explored long ago. Kiersa crept through the cave slowly, feeling her way along the cold damp walls. She didn’t worry about getting lost in the cave. What difference would it make, she was already missing. The hours soared on and Kiersa speculated deeper and deeper into the cavern carving some excitement out of the day. Kiersa stepped ahead of her and her foot struck something solid on the ground. She reached below her and felt the object. It was an old chest. Kiiersa tried to hoist the metal box but it would not move. She found that it was anchored to the wall by a chain and padlock. "This is going to be a challenge,&quo ; Kiersa said.

Kiersa got on her hands and knees hoping to find a rock big enough to break open the padlock. "Maybe I’ll find the key." she laughed.

Kiersa soon found a huge rock and dropped it on the padlock. Nothing happened. After three tries Kiersa inadvertently broke off the side of the chest. Kiersa reached inside and some coins spilled out. She reached in further inside she found a small box. She wrapped the coins in what was left of her dress and brought out the small box with her other hand.

The sun was blinding when she finally reached the entrance to the cave. The small box, much to her dismay was sealed with a small rusty lock, but the hinges on the other side of the box looked ready to pop. Kiersa pried open the hinges with a flat rock and opened it up. Inside she found the perfect device to satisfy her sexual longing. It looked to be a solid gold gauge of some kind but it would work perfectly as a magical penis. There was also a beautiful golden necklace.

Kiersa hastily cleaned off the phallic symbol of delight and gratification in the pool by the waterfall and put it to immediate use. She fantasized about Gary and the good times they had and what they could be doing. She began to think of all the beautiful people she knew. About them having sex with each other and with her. She shocked herself when she thought about licking her friend Alexandra’s pussy and caressing her big firm tits. She spent the rest of the day getting herself off. Unfortunately it also made her depressed. The more she thought about what might be, she felt that it would never happen again. She visualized herself stuck for the rest of her existence with a golden penis that would never cum inside of her. Hell, it would not even vibrate.

The more depressed she got the more she walked the island and the more she fantasized. "I’m tired of making love to a golden penis dammit," Kiersa cried. "It doesn’t even vibrate. She tried to fashion clothing out of some of the foliage but it didn’t stay together very well and it was very uncomfortable. It was very itchy. Most of the time she had to prevent it from falling off of her body. Especially when she had to travel through the water. Most of the time she just went without. Clothing was a real pain. "I’m not a seamstress dammit," said Kiersa.

She had to use some form of clothing to protect herself from the blazing hot sun. It was very frustrating for her because she didn’t know how to sew or design dresses, shorts, or anything else. Most of the time Kiersa just opted to go in the buff.

Kiersa swam, explored and looked for search parties. In twelve days not a single airplane was spotted in the sky by the poor stranded castaway. Kiersa was disenchanted, discouraged, and disgusted. She started to blame Gary for the lack of search parties.

One day after taking a mid-morning swim, Kiersa, very bored, very lonely and extremely frustrated from the misery of the desert island decided to kill herself. She felt like she would never be found. She thought about intentionally getting lost in the cave and starving herself to death, or jumping off the waterfall into the rocks below. She also thought of taking a nonstop swim into the ocean and drowning herself. "I’m never going to be found," she cried, "no one even cares enough to look for me." Kiersa decided to walk around the island and contemplate how she was going to do it. When she got to the farthest side of the island, she saw a large boat in the distance headed right towards her. She ran down to the beach, waved her arms and screamed at the top of her lungs. As the boat drew nearer there appeared to be a large number of people on the bow of the ship. Most of them looked like they were sunbathing nude. On closer observation Kiersa saw they were tied to the deck bviously against their will.

Kiersa stopped screaming for help and took off running inland. She knew that she must have been seen. "What would they do to her?" she wondered. She had to hide. The only hiding place on the island was the cave. Now she was afraid that she would get lost and die of starvation in the cavern.

The entrance of the cave was only a short distance away, but it was in the same direction as the boat full of people. Kiersa ran further inland and then made for the cave under the cover of the bushes and rocks. She suddenly remembered that she was naked save for her sneakers and instantly became embarrassed. Then she realized that the only clothes she possessed were a pile of rags. It was not important she guessed, maybe the people on the boat were a nudist group into bondage. Maybe they weren’t so bad after all. Maybe they would help her.

"I’ll be rescued if I show myself," Kiersa said. "Perhaps I’ll be imprisoned, tortured, raped and abused, but at least I wont be lonely. I can’t handle being alone anymore."

Kiersa sneaked into the cave and hid behind a large rock. In the distance she could see four men binding the women to the walls of the cave. Kiersa counted 10 women strapped to the cave wall and ten women on their hands and knee’s in front of the women. The men now had hoods over their heads and they wore leather vests with adorned with studs. They also had whips in their hands. The men began to crack the whips, prodding the women to begin their lesbian action. Many of the women began to lick and fondle the women imprisoned on the wall with great passion and fervor. Others appeared reluctant to participate and were quickly punished by the men with a sharp crack of the whip across the buttocks. The rebellious women cried out in pain and reluctantly began their licking and sucking of their chosen lovers pussy. One or two of the women started to cry.

Kiersa was in shock. She listened to the love making and wondered what was going to happen next. Some of the women really seemed to be enjoying themselves and Kiersa realized that she was getting extremely wet between her legs. "Give it to me baby," one woman cried out.

The men in hoods opened up a wooden chest and pulled out an assortment of sex toys. They handed them out the women and most of them took the toys eagerly. Some women had vibrators, others strap on dildos, and love beads. The sound of sex filled the confines of the cave and Kiersa was masturbating like a sex starved teenager.

The men in hoods began to pull out their dicks and they went from woman to woman ramming their rock-hard weapons into the swollen-wet pussies of the tied up sex slaves. The women screamed. Some in estacy, others in horror.

Out of the shadows Kiersa heard a high menacing voice say, "keep it up men and women, I’m going to make you’re experience even more exhilarating."

Kiersa heard her scream, "fuck forever, women with women against your own will." A vapor shot out of the shadows and enveloped the cave affecting even Kiersa. Kiersa got up from behind the rock and moved out in the open. Then she saw the person who belonged to the voice. It was a very voluptuous women with firery red hair that flowed to her butt. She had huge DD breasts supported by a leather studded bra. She had a tiny waist and big hips, high cheek bones. She was the most beautiful woman that Kiersa had ever seen.

"I knew you would come from behind the rock," the woman said to Kiersa. "My body aches for you and you will do whatever I say. My name is Rhiannon and I am a succubus. Right now I look exactly the way that you want me to look. I can change for anyone. I’ve been a fat woman for some people, obese for others if you can believe that. I’ve even been as small as an A cup." Rhiannon reached behind her and snatched a strap on dildo from out of a box. "I do prefer to look like this," she said as she put the dildo on.

Kiersa was powerless to stop her, but she wasn’t sure that she wanted her to stop. The succubus put her head between Kiersa’s legs and devoured her pussy. Kiersa bucked and writhed with pleasure having orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. She was wetter than Lake Michigan. Rhiannon parted Kiersa’s pussy lips and inserted the strap-on with a thrust from her hips. Kiersa screamed and grabbed Rhiannon’s hair to pull her deeper into her depths. She swore that there was a real penis throbbing inside of her snatch. It felt so real.

All around Kiersa she saw mounds of naked flesh. Soon it seemed like all of the women were caressing her body and giving her gratification. Rhiannon leaned over and drove her tounge into Kiersa’s mouth. "I need you so bad," she said as she thrust the dildo in and out. "I must have you to possess you to rule you just like I own all these other lovely creatures around us. They all belong to me. Soon you will belong to me too."

The effects of the spell on Kiersa gradually began to wear off and she began to wonder what was happening to her. Her body was covered with sand and a gorgeous woman was making love to her. She was surprised, but she loved this woman who was fucking her. She never wanted to leave her. All of the other woman refrained from their sexual activity for a moment and said together. "welcome to the family Kiersa, you’re not here by accident."

Rhiannon looked down at Kiersa, smiled widely and told her, "Your life will never be the same again." The other women came over and looked on approvingly.