Swept Away
By Madcat
A rich, older woman meets a poor boy and sparks fly.


Rachel didn't want to get on the boat. Sure, it looked nice but she dreaded
spending 10 days with Jeff. The yachting excursion in the western
Mediterranean sounded fun a month ago. But things had changed.

First was Jeff, her boyfriend of almost a year. Boyfriend wasn't really the
right word for him even though Rachel used it. The term sugar daddy worked
better. Jeff was married with children. He lived in New York or Kansas or some
such place and flew in to see his girl friend in LA once or twice a month.
Rachel liked it that way. In between visits he bought her a car, an apartment
and left his sweetheart spending money.

Next was the other couple, Dave and Mandy. Dave and Jeff worked together.
Mandy was a 20 year old equivalent of Rachel. But therein lay the problem.
Rachel was 35. While still very attractive, the older woman knew her days were
numbered. Mandy, a girl trapped in a woman's body, made Rachel feel old. The
two had nothing in common except for their unhealthy interest in wealthy men.

She liked the yacht's crew even less. A father son team ran the boat. Both of
them stared lustfully at statuesque blonde as she boarded. Not a discreet
little sideways glance that a girl might appreciate, but a hard, intimidating
look. The older man was short and stunk of rum. The younger boy, Antonio,
shared his father's height or lack thereof. He was pretty, almost in a girlish
way, with long black hair and Latin good looks. But the boy had mean eyes. He
looked at the American tourists with a mixture of envy, disgust and malice.

Finally, Rachel also came to the conclusion that she had changed too. The girl
still considered herself a model though she had not taken a job in years.
Instead, the tall, graceful female took the easy way out and landed a string
of rich boyfriends. It had become almost routine now. The ex- model laid out
exactly what she expected from these men. In return Rachel gave them what they
so desperately desired: a tall, beautiful and glamorous blonde.

But it didn't seem to be working for her anymore. Jeff was handsome, charming
and, of course, rich. But she didn't like him let alone love him. It was all
an act and one she was getting tired of.

Antonio hated his job even more than Rachel. The young Spaniard thought about
jumping off as he got the boat ready to sail. He despised his father. The old
man drank too much and liked to abuse him at every opportunity. Not
physically, that had ended years ago. But his old man was mean and forced his
son to do most of the work on the 45 ft yacht.

The boy also hated the tourists. They treated him like trash. The Americans
were the worst. They were loud, demanding, and the bozos wanted to be friends
at the same time. At least the Europeans had some class.

He also hated the women. They would run around the boat half naked. Their
tanned, sensual bodies called to him. They inspired him. And yet Antonio was
just a poor boat hand. He could never have these women. They just liked to
tease him.

The 18 year old male had only one sexual encounter in his lifetime. His dad
bought him a whore for his last birthday. The woman was old and had spent too
much time on the docks. She looked nothing like the nubile girls Antonio
attended to every day on the yacht. Despite his youth, the boy had failed to
perform with his birthday present. Feeling insulted, the older woman cursed
him out. Antonio longed for romance but all he got was pain.

He fell into a comfortable pattern as the boat left the dock. The Americans
gathered astern and Antonio served cocktails. They girls looked gorgeous to
the young Spaniard. Miss Mandy had brown hair and a curvaceous body. She
looked close to his age and the girl glanced at him flirtatiously. Antonio
wanted desperately to touch her, to feel her bountiful bosom, which her bikini
showed off proudly. But the boy knew his place.

The other woman was equally intoxicating. She stood tall, like a super model,
and had a tight, toned body. Her golden blonde hair and blue eyes hypnotized
him. She wore a sarong on top of a slinky black bikini. While not as curvy as
the other girl, Miss Rachel had an elegant beauty. The woman ignored him as if
he didn't even exist.

So Antonio got on with his chores and tried not to think of the luscious
ladies on his boat. But it didn't work. He fantasized about getting his dad's
pistol and forcing these rich bitches to do his bidding for a change.

By afternoon, the American men had retreated to their cabins. They had hit the
whiskey hard that morning and were obviously sleeping it off. Miss Mandy lay
on one of the loungers astern, sipping a glass of wine and sunning her
voluptuous body.

"Hey you," she called out. "Would you be so kind as to put some lotion on my
back. I don't want to burn."

Then don't sit out in the sun, stupid, Antonio thought to himself. But he
quickly obeyed the American girl. Any chance to put his hands on that heavenly
body outweighed his other concerns. The young male wore just his bikini
swimsuit due to the hot Mediterranean sun.

He started with her wonderful shoulders and worked his way down. Her skin felt
delightfully soft as his fingers rubbed in the white juice. When he touched
the sides of her bare breasts he felt a definite tingling all over.

"Careful," the girl warned playfully. She looked back at him and smiled. "So
what's it like to be a sailor?"

They talked pleasantly as his hands moved to her delicious rump. Antonio's
English was pretty good but he found talking difficult. The girl wore a black
thong bikini bottom and the boy loved her soft, sweet cheeks. His finger tips
came ever so close to her prize. He tried to move on but Miss Mandy ordered
him to get the inside of her thighs.

Antonio panted lustfully as his fingers plunged between her legs. The tips
grazed the lovely black fabric encasing her femininity. He even thought he
heard the girl moan with pleasure. Then she broke his heart.

"That's enough down there, boy. Finish my legs and fetch me another glass of
wine." The American ordered.

It was all he could do finish her short but sexy legs. His arousal left him
shaking with anticipation. Miss Mandy turned to him as he stood up.

"What kind of wine, Ma'am?" the boy asked.

"White. And you are kind of sticking out there." She replied laughing.

Poor Antonio looked down to see his erect manhood staring back at him. It
wasn't kind of sticking out. More than half of his shaft emerged from the top
of his skimpy little swimsuit. He never felt more embarrassed. The boy fled
into his cabin leaving the American to get her own wine.

By nightfall Jeff was drunk again. He and Rachel fumbled around in bed
together for a while and she acted as if he was the best thing since sliced
bread. The only good thing about encounter happened when he passed out. Rachel
pushed the hunk of dead meat off her naked body and got off the bed. She took
a second to admire her willowy figure in the mirror. I look darn good for 35,
Rachel thought. She looked good for any age. Nicely shaped C cup breasts
adorned her square shoulders. They gave way to a flat stomach with just a hint
of washboard abs. She had slender hips but they maintained a sweet feminine
shape. A strong, taut butt backed them up. Her long legs remained one of her
nicest features. They seemed to go on forever.

She threw on a see-thru camisole and panties. Then the girl headed out for
some fresh air with her glass of whiskey in hand. She really didn't expect to
see anybody. It was 2 AM.

Antonio lay in the lounger performing his nightly ritual. Normally, he bunked
with his dad but there are some things better off done in private. So the boy
went top side after everyone else had fallen asleep to do it. On this night he
relived the afternoon episode. Only this time the girl didn't reject him.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" he heard a woman scream.

The boy left his hot little fantasy world and opened his eyes. The tall
American woman stood over him. She looked menacingly large in the moonlight.
He panicked and jumped out of the chair. The little Spaniard ran into the
taller woman's glass, dumping its contents on the front of her camisole.

Rachel reacted angrily and pushed him back. Even though she used just her left
hand, the shove landed Antonio back in the lounger. He hit hard and lay there
stunned by the unexpected female violence.

"You little shit. Look what you did!" the blonde hissed vehemently. But she
kept her voice low. The girl didn't want to be found with the naked sailor.

"I'm - I'm sorry." He stammered, looking up at the gorgeous female.

The woman took a deep breath and drank the rest of the whiskey. Then she sat
down beside the nude boy and said, "No, don't be sorry. I should be the one
apologizing. You just surprised me is all."

Her hand went to his bare, hairless chest. Then he heard her start to cry.
Antonio leaned up and put his hand on her shoulder. "Miss Rachel, what's
wrong."

The woman looked up and found the boy's pretty face just inches away. Without
thinking, she kissed him. And again. And again. Before for Rachel knew it, she
was laying atop the naked boy and kissing him like he was the last man on
earth.

Antonio didn't know what to do so he went along for the ride. His hands
explored the statuesque woman's body as she stuffed his throbbing manhood deep
inside her hungry body.

He came almost immediately but that didn't seem to slow Rachel down. She
hadn't felt like this in years. For once she controlled the action. The man
was her plaything, not the other way around. It quickly became about control
for the larger woman. She pinned Antonio's hands beside his head and had her
way with him for almost an hour.

The boy became more and more fearful as time wore on. He could not move his
hands and the woman seemed like a tigress on top. All he could do is ride out
the storm. Finally, Rachel collapsed in a sweaty heap after the boy climaxed a
second time.

She kissed him gently and said, "Thank you, that was wonderful."

He wistfully looked at her as the woman stood up. She still had her panties
on. Without another word, Rachel disappeared below deck.

The next day dawned bright for the young man. He didn't get much sleep but
there seemed to be an extra bounce in his step. Antonio felt like a man.

But as the day wore on, that feeling dissipated. Miss Rachel ignored him
completely. Not even a wink or glance. He started to feel used. The one- sided
nature of the sexual encounter just added to his angst. They did not meet as
equals. The woman had controlled him the entire time. While no expert on
relationships, the encounter felt all wrong to the young man. The next time
would be different he told himself.

Sadly, Antonio did not have long to wait. That afternoon saw Antonio scrubbing
the bow. The men stayed in their air conditioned cabins probably sucking down
more whiskey. Miss Mandy dozed in the now famous lounger. Rachel, after
ignoring him all day, cornered him on the front of the yacht.

"Hello, Antonio." She said with a little smile. "I think we should talk."

"Si, yes, let us talk." He replied, trying and failing not to look at her
supple, tanned body in a black bikini.

"Can we go someplace more private?" the blonde asked.

The young man paused and nodded. "Si, let us go to my cabin."

Rachel scoped out his virile young body as she followed the boy to his cabin.
He wore just his bikini swimsuit and it showed off his hot little Latin body.
He was enticingly different from the powerful men she had grown to hate. The
boy radiated innocence, purity and a sense of vulnerability. They entered his
dark cabin and Antonio closed the door behind them, oblivious to the danger
that lurked close by.

"Where's your father?" the woman asked suspiciously.

"Up on the bridge getting drunk." The boy replied.

"About last night," Rachel started her speech. She had rehearsed it a dozen
times that afternoon. Breaking up was always hard. Especially when the boy
seemed so sweet and sexy.

"It was really great." She continued. Shivers shot up her spine as the girl
remembered just how great it was. She had not felt that way with a man in
long, long time.

"But we can't keep doing it. I came here with ... , with ... " the blonde
suddenly had trouble with the name as her eyes traveled the length of his lean
torso. His bikini seemed to bulge in just the right way.

"You are right, Miss Rachel." Antonio said looking up at the larger woman.
With small, two inch heels, she stood about 6 foot tall. He was almost a half
a foot shorter and seemed to be getting smaller. That's when he noticed the
older woman was coming closer. Time seemed to stop as her hands grabbed the
waistband of his skimpy little swimsuit.

"What - What are you doing?" the boy asked as if he didn't know.

The woman just smiled as she slowly slid them down, releasing his manhood for
her enjoyment. Rachel kissed him hungrily, her tongue invaded his mouth, and
her hands pulled his youthful body close. Antonio squirmed and tried to push
the blonde away. It wasn't that he didn't want her, but he wanted it his way.

Much to his amazement the girl seized his wrists and held his arms uselessly
at his side. Rachel didn't even know that she had overpowered him. The older
woman thought her little Latin lover was just playing and she responded by
getting even more forceful. The tigress was back on the hunt.

But Antonio understood his situation with total clarity as she pushed him back
on his bed. The girl was going to take him and there wasn't a hill of beans
that he could do about it. This time, the tigress took a few minutes to kiss
and fondle the lean little Spaniard before impaling herself on his shaft. The
boy felt betrayed that his manhood eagerly accepted the female dominion. A few
seconds later, his body jerked and he released his load inside her.

Rachel stopped and looked at the boy underneath her. She had his arms pinned
over his head in her new favorite position. "You didn't, did you?" The blonde
asked with a smile.

Antonio just nodded.

She shook her and disengaged from his wilting tool. "Have you ever satisfied a
woman with your tongue?" Rachel asked, mounting his shoulders.

He shook his head fearfully between the blonde's legs. The woman had the boy
firmly planted to the bed. He was hers.

"It's about time you learned. Especially if you can't learn to control
yourself." The American mused. Rachel shifted the crotch of her bikini and
planted her juicy mound on his face. Antonio proved to be a quick learner. He
soon had the horny female leaning back on her arms and wailing in ecstasy.

It ended 15 minutes later. Rachel feared getting caught. She got up and
straightened her bikini. Then the woman bent over to kiss him but she stopped
short. Her fluids and some of his covered the boy's face. "I don't know what
just happened. Let's talk later." Rachel said, totally unaware that she had
just raped an 18 year old man.

The American left him lying in bed with a bad taste in his mouth. Antonio knew
with certainty that it was not supposed to be like that.

Rachel lounged astern after dinner a sipped some wine. She found herself torn
between two lovers. One that she needed. The other she wanted. The woman was
old and wise enough to know she couldn't just walk away from Jeff for some
Latin hunk. And yet that was exactly what Rachel wanted to do. She heard
Antonio back at the bar.

The blonde raised her empty glass. "Another, please, Antonio."

He didn't answer but showed up next to her lounger. The boy wore his cute
little white sailor outfit that clashed nicely with his olive skin. But when
Rachel looked up at his face she knew something had gone terribly wrong.

The woman sat up and looked in to his mean eyes. "What is it sweetheart?" she
asked, touching his leg.

The boy reacted as if her fingers burned his leg. "Don't touch me." He said
loudly, jumping back. "Don't ever touch me again."

"Easy, relax, what's wrong."

"You are what's wrong. Just leave me alone the rest of the trip. You got
that." Antonio replied. He handed the woman the wine bottle and spun away.

Rachel sat for a second in stunned silence. Then she looked over towards the
cabin to find the other Americans staring at her. The older woman got up with
as much dignity as she could muster and walked back into her cabin. Jeff
followed.

"Just what the hell was that all about?" he asked in an accusatory tone.

"I think you know." The blonde replied easily. She lit up a cigarette. Rachel
only smoked when she was drunk or upset. Tonight she had both excuses.

"So I take you on vacation to Europe and you repay me by sleeping with the
hired help?" he shouted.

The girl took a puff and blew the smoke at Jeff's face. She wasn't about to
lectured on cheating by a married man with a mistress. "At least he was good
in bed. What's your excuse?"

Whack! Jeff slapped her hard. He didn't have a problem with using physical
force to keep women in line. "You're a whore!"

But this time he picked on the wrong girl. She hit back with a picture perfect
right cross that took poor Jeff in the chin. He was three inches taller and 50
lbs heavier than the ex-model. But you would never have guessed it when his
knees buckled and the male fell to the floor.

"And you are a wimp!" Rachel said to the inert male at her feet. The
victorious girl left her cabin sans cigarette. She poured herself a strong one
and drowned her sorrows. Maybe punching Jeff's lights out hadn't been such a
good idea. But it sure felt nice.

Rachel woke up with someone yanking on her arm. It was dark. Her head hurt
from the whiskey and the boat bobbed up and down in rough water. But that
wasn't the worst part. She smelled smoke. Flames belched from the cabin area.

"What is it?" she asked Antonio.

"Fire, the ship is on fire!" he said excitedly.

The blonde noticed the rest of her party putting on life vests. She looked
down to find herself still wearing the black bikini and camisole. One look at
her cabin told her that the rest of her clothes were gone. Rachel grabbed
Antonio by his shoulders. "Get a hold of yourself. Where is your dad?"

"He's - He's still in our room. He's drunk. I couldn't wake him."

"Is there another way into your room?" she asked while looking at the fiery
hallway.

"Yeah, topside."

Jeff grabbed her arm. "Lets go! The ship is sinking."

She not so politely removed his hand from her arm. "Go then. I'm going to try
and find the captain."

"Your funeral." He replied and jumped off the boat. The other Americans
quickly followed.

The fire looked bad but Rachel didn't feel that they were about to sink.
Antonio led her top side to a hatch near the bow. He opened it and dense black
smoke billowed out. The girl prepared to drop into the darkness.

This time Antonio grabbed her arm. "Don't. He's dead already. And if you jump
in there, you'll die too."

Rachel paused and looked into his eyes. The anger from earlier in the evening
had disappeared. "You are right. Lets get off this boat while we can."

"I have a surprise for you." The younger man said. He led the girl back astern
still holding her arm.

He opened a large box and rubber dingy popped out like a jack in the box. It
inflated before her eyes. Antonio tossed it overboard and handed the girl a
rope. Then he tossed a couple of boxes in the dingy.

"Now is for the hard part." Antonio said, pushing the girl to the edge of the
burning yacht. "Jump in the water then pull yourself in the raft. Go!"

They leapt in the churning seas. The boy had been right. It was the hard part.
Rachel had a hard time getting her big body over the edge of the raft in the
high seas. Antonio got into the raft first and helped the sputtering female
over the edge.

"Thanks," the blonde said, coughing up a little sea water.

They looked for the others but in the darkness it proved impossible. The rough
seas cast them adrift. Soon the light of the fire disappeared and they were
alone in the dark. The man and woman huddled together for warmth. Rachel
sobbed softly on Antonio's shoulder as the scope of the disaster became
apparent.

The boy seemed to take it all better. He actually felt heroic with a scantily
clad female clinging to him. The sea didn't scare him. Antonio had lived on or
by it his entire life. Strangely, his father's death didn't sadden him. In
fact, it had the opposite effect. Antonio felt free for the first time.

Night gave way to morning and the rough seas continued. Rachel got sick. By
noon the she passed out except for the occasional dry heave. By evening the
woman suffered from severe dehydration. Antonio feared the worst.

Rachel woke up on dry land. Her whole body hurt. It felt like the worst
hangover in the world. Her throat was beyond parched.

"What happened?" she croaked. Antonio sat nearby. He wore only a pair of
trousers. His nicely muscled chest simmered in the bright sunlight.

"You have been asleep for almost 2 days. I saw this island and managed to row
us over." The boy said flexing his little arm muscles. He handed the girl a
canteen.

She sat up and the blanket fell from her top, revealing her bare breasts. I'm
naked, Rachel thought with some alarm. She covered herself modestly and took
the canteen. The girl drank most of the delicious water.

"What happened to my clothes?" she asked suspiciously.

"You got pretty sick and your bikini got messy. So I washed it for you." The
male replied with a naughty grin. He pointed to the bikini on a nearby rock.

"Great! Trapped on a deserted island with just a bikini to wear."

"Well, on the upside, I found fresh water and we have a fishing line. That
should mean food and water for as long as we need it. And we have each other
to keep us company."

"You are right Antonio. We need to look at the bright side of this." The
blonde said. She gave him a big hug, keeping the blanket securely fashioned
around her luscious body. "Thanks for everything."

Rachel ate a light dinner and felt much improved. Antonio had proved himself
quite industrious. They had a campfire, a lean to, and log to sit on. But they
only had one blanket. Rachel had very confused feelings for the young man. His
brutal rebuff of her affection was still fresh in her mind. The proud woman
hated rejection. Being trapped on an island made the whole relationship issue
very tricky.

She retired to the blanket under the small lean to. Antonio respectfully lay
down beside a log a few feet away. While her accommodations weren't exactly
the Ritz Carlton, Rachel could stand to see the boy lying in the dirt. She
patted the blanket beside her.

The girl put her hand on his hard shoulder. "Is it OK if I touch you now?" she
asked humorously.

He responded by kissing her. She didn't want that, at least not yet. But
Antonio obviously did. And he had done so much for her. The blonde just lay
back and let the boy do his thing. The best part about it was that it didn't
take him very long.

Sleep came slowly to the city girl. She never camped and found this situation
very hard. But Rachel also wondered about her lack of reaction to her Latin
lover. It had been entirely different on the yacht. Being on the bottom,
especially with no bed, didn't suit her.

Antonio woke up the next morning feeling good. Like any real man, he jogged
down to the sea and went fishing. He returned with a fine catch, enough for
the whole day. Rachel awoke in a talkative mood.

"So where do you think we are." She asked him as he cooked.

"Don't know for sure. Probably off the coast of Sardinia."

"How long until were rescued?"

"That's even harder to guess. We didn't put out a mayday signal. Nobody
probably knows we sunk."

"How long until we are reported overdue?"

"That's another good question. Father probably didn't file any papers with the
harbor master. So it maybe sometime before they notice we didn't comeback.
Months even. And they will have to search the entire Mediterranean."

"Why didn't he file papers?" Rachel asked, suddenly concerned.

"Because your friends paid cash. If he doesn't file, the trip never happened.
Father keeps the all the money and the tax man gets none." Antonio said with a
condescending tone. Americans could be so stupid at times.

"That's just great. That's just friggin great. We aren't getting off this
rock!" The blonde said testily. The world seemed to be conspiring against her.

"I'm sure someone in America will note you guys are missing and make some
calls. You rich people are important. The whole Spanish Navy will be looking
for us soon." He left his fish cooking and put his arm around the girl.

"You idiot. You don't understand. This wasn't the kind of trip those guys tell
the world about. They are married with children. I'm just a weekend
girlfriend. Jeff certainly didn't tell his wife he's on a cruise with the
other woman, now did he? The rest of the world probably thinks those cheating
sob's are at a conference in Zurich or something. Even if someone rescues
them, they might keep mum about having any women on board. We're sunk!" Rachel
blathered on.

"We have each other and we can hold out here as long as we have to." The
little Spaniard replied confidently. He put his left hand on her plump breast
and squeezed.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" she spat back, shocked by his
brazen move.

"Come on, sweetheart, you know you want it too." The boy answered. He followed
up with a quick takedown, using his legs to force the blonde onto her back. It
was time for a little morning action, the male decided.

But he could not pin her arms. The woman was just too strong. That gave Rachel
the room to get her leg up and fling the overmatched male to the other side of
the clearing. He narrowly missed the campfire. She jumped to her feet.

"Don't ever try that again, mister, or I'll beat the crap out of you." The
blonde warned. She pointed her finger down at him like a high powered laser.

Antonio's male ego, which had made such a comeback since leaving the burning
boat, took a torpedo below the water line. The woman looked a like a vision of
female power and authority as she stood over him. He wanted to tackle her and
bend the gorgeous blonde to his will. But the male knew that she would triumph
in any physical confrontation.

"Relax, don't get ... " he started to say in a defiant tone.

Rachel cut him off by putting her foot on his neck and pressing him to the
ground. She wasn't in the mood for defiance. Antonio had a few things to learn
if they were going to share the island together.

"All should hear from you is 'yes, ma'am'." The big blonde demanded. Her
breasts heaved angrily.

The boy grabbed her ankle but could not budge it. He feared for his life with
her foot pressing painfully on his Adam's apple. His male ego hit rock bottom
as he gazed up her long, smooth leg to the black bikini bracketing those
lovely hips.

"Yes ma'am." He said meekly.

"Good." She replied. The girl helped him up and patted his backside playfully.
"Now finish the breakfast. Your fish is burning."

Rachel felt better as she watched him cook. Antonio was hurting, she could
tell, but he would get over it. They could be friends, even lovers, but Rachel
would not be his plaything. She noted with some satisfaction that he cooked
the fish with a large bulge in his trousers.

"I'm going to take a bath. Take the binoculars and the flare gun down to the
beach and keep watch." The blonde said as she finished her fish.

The transfer of power was not lost on the young man. He had lost his place on
the top of the food chain. "Yes ma'am." The boy said again.

Rachel hiked up the hill side to an accessible spot on the small stream. It
took her nearly a half an hour. The spot seemed secluded and she slipped out
of her slinky black bikini. The girl tip toed into the clear, cool water. It
felt refreshing as she sat down and splashed water on her naked body. Rachel
began to feel more than good as her thoughts turned to her male companion.
Perhaps she had been too hard on him. After all, he was just a man. What did
she expect him to do?

Her right hand ended up between her legs as the girl leaned back on her left.
Rachel gently explored herself and her feelings for the young man. But just as
she started to experience the great pleasure, she heard a twig snap. Nothing
much but the hair on the back of her neck rose. The blonde looked around but
could not shed the feeling of being watched. She ran some water thru her hair
and exited the stream. Perhaps, this island wasn't as deserted as she thought.

Then she saw a fresh foot print in the loose soil a few feet from her bikini.
It was a tennis shoe, a familiar tennis shoe. The blonde tried not to think
about but couldn't. She knew that the boy had been spying on her. Her long
athletic legs took her down the hill quickly. There would be hell to pay.

She found Antonio back at camp, not at the beach as the woman had instructed.
He sat sharpening his knife.

"Have a nice bath?" the boy asked with a naughty grin.

"I don't know. What did you think?" Rachel replied, walking towards him.

"What are you talking about?" He got up with the potential weapon in his hand.
It was a wicked looking filet knife.

"Why did you spy on me? Did you get off watching me naked? Did you do the same
thing to me when I was passed out?" She asked from just out of striking range.

"You rich bitch. I save your life and this is all you have to say? You are not
in charge here. I will go anywhere, anytime. And I'm not afraid of you any
more." He said threateningly, brandishing the blade.

Rachel was not a fighter. She had little experience with it outside of
cardio-kickboxing. So why she launched herself at the vile little man, the
buxom babe had no idea. It just seemed like the right thing to do.

Despite her lack of experience, she moved with the speed and determination of
an expert. Rachel grabbed the smaller man's wrists before he could react. Then
she forced his arms up in the air in a clear demonstration of her superior
strength.

"Drop the knife." The big blonde demanded as her full bosom pressed against
his chest.

"No!" he cried out in amazement. Antonio had no intention of actually using
the knife. He wasn't a killer. But the boy didn't want to give it up either.
And he could not understand how his foe got a hold of his arm.

The woman had no intention of wrestling around with a knife wielding maniac.
She kept his left arm up and bent the one with knife down and away. This
forced the young man's head into her left breast. That left no doubt in his
mind about the gender of his hated enemy or the importance of this battle.

Her left hand closed like a vise around his right wrist. Both the combats
grunted with exertion as they battled for control over the deadly weapon.
Slowly but surely, the male lost feeling in his right fingers. The girl sensed
victory and shook his hand. The blade fell to ground.

She now had him off balance. The busty blonde moved forward against scant
resistance and pushed Antonio into a nearby bush. He yelped in pain as the
branches dug into his bare chest.

That should have been the end of it. The girl was clearly bigger, stronger,
and faster than the boy. "Stop this foolishness." Rachel demanded. She stood
tall with her feet spread, ready for anything.

But it was not her call to make. A dark rage filled his heart now. The girl
had hurt him both emotionally and physically. And Antonio was no coward. He
had faced bigger and meaner kids growing up on the docks. He knew how to fight
and, more importantly, how to fight dirty.

Extracting his body from the bush, the boy bared his fists and bravely stood
his ground. He looked at her wonderfully long legs and exposed knees. One good
kick there would send this towering Amazon tumbling down.

"Don't do it!" the busty blonde warned. Rachel could see the same black hate
in his eyes as she did when they boarded the yacht.

Antonio responded by punching her in the face. It was the first time he ever
hit a woman. The blow lacked any real power but the male wanted to prove he
could do it. After so much female domination, Antonio needed to know that he
could actually hurt the seemingly invisible woman.

The punch sent shock wave thru Rachel. She had never really been hit before.
It hurt more mentally than physically. Unlike her fight with Jeff, the girl
lost her nerve and swung wildly at the boy.

This was just what he had been waiting for. He ducked the first punch, then
blocked another. Antonio launched a wicked combo aimed at her lovely tummy.
Next on his hit list was the knee. This should be over in a few more seconds,
he thought happily.

Much to his amazement, his bony little fists bounced harmlessly off her rock
hard abs. She grabbed his long locks and sent his nose on a collision course
with her knee. Blackness followed the blinding pain and the little man wound
up back in the bush covered with his own blood.

"Stay down!" Rachel announced. But she did not understand the male psyche. He
had no choice but to quash this uppity female or die trying. Submission was
not an option.

Antonio staggered to his feet a bloody mess. Still, he raised his fists again
in defiance of feminine authority. But his raw courage failed to impress a
merciless opponent. The busty blonde split his defenses with a perfect front
snap kick. This time the boy flew over the bush and rolled over a few times
before coming to rest against a pine tree.

Rachel wanted to end the fight. She needed the boy to survive unhurt. In the
end, they had to find away to work together. The woman took the semi-
conscious male and tied his hands behind the tree using her bra. Then she
poured water from the canteen on his bloody face. He sputtered awake and
glared up at his bare breasted conqueror.

"Are you ready to apologize yet?" Rachel asked.

"For what?" He spat some blood. Most of his bleeding seemed to have stopped.

"For hitting me, for spying on me, for trying to kill me with a knife!"

"I was just defending myself. You attacked me." Antonio replied gazing up at
her big, firm melons.

"After you were spying on me. A girl needs some privacy. How would you like it
if got to see you naked any time I wanted?" She said, hands on her sweet hips.

"Come on, its not a big deal." He said defiant. God, she has big thick
nipples, the boy thought.

"Lets see how you like it then." Rachel grabbed his pant legs and pulled them
off. It left the boy in a pair of blue bikini underwear. The blonde smiled as
she pulled them off slowly, very slowly. His thing popped out already
semi-hard. He glared at the girl as she sat down next to him.

"See, it isn't fun. Now apologize to me and we can all go back to being
friends." The bare breasted babe said as her left hand went to his inner
thigh.

"No, I won't. You can't make me. You can't make me do anything." Antonio said
as he watched her hand inch towards his quivering manhood.

"I can make you do a lot of things, Antonio. But that's no fun. We have to
work together if we are going to survive. I know you like me." The blonde
pointed out as she touched his long hard thing. "Just apologize and everything
will be OK. We can be friends again, more than friends if you want."

"No! Stop!" the male moaned in defiance. He tested his bonds again in sheer
desperation. But it only made the forbidden sensation worse.

She thumbed the tip of his thing in contempt of his weakness. One thing Rachel
understood was how to stimulate a man. "Just say sorry and I'll take you
inside of me. We can be as one." The woman panted lustfully. Antonio wasn't
the only one getting aroused.

The young man squealed as the sensation ripped thru his virile young body. He
climaxed hard and long, spraying his torso with white fluid. His body slumped
down when it finally ended.

"Well, anything to say?" Rachel asked with a smile. She wanted peace between
them. But the girl also needed the boy to submit to her, to acknowledge his
mistakes, and to accept her as an equal.

But he simply refused. The more they fought, the more determined Antonio
became. An apology meant submission. A submission meant acknowledging the rich
bitch as superior. He simply stared at the ground, unable to look at her or
the evidence of his sexual surrender.

"OK, have it your way. I can wait as long as you can." Rachel said as she
fetched the blanket. The topless babe placed it on the ground next to Antonio.

The girl laid down on her back and closed her eyes. Memories of Antonio on the
boat, his bronzed body, his manhood captured inside her, popped into Rachel's
thoughts. Her hands went to her firm breasts and squeezed. She moaned softly.
This was for her benefit as well as his. There were other ways to a man's
heart than just his stomach.

Her fingers pinched and rubbed her hard nipples. Rachel had the remarkable
ability to climax using only her breasts. They tended to be long and slow. The
girl treated her young lover to a dozy as she squirmed with pleasure. The
sensations died away slowly.

Getting a little cold, the blonde took Antonio's pants and slipped them on.
They fit well at the waist but looked more like Capri pants at the bottom. A
relaxing blackness over took tall blonde as she lay back down.

Rain drops woke the girl up a few hours later. She shivered with cold and
glanced over at her prisoner. He was gone.

Rachel searched the area but found little trace of her lover. He had somehow
broken his bonds (and her only bra) and ran off some time ago. Only the knife
and his underwear seemed to be missing. Antonio would be back soon, she
thought. Then they could straighten this mess out.

He didn't come back. Rachel missed dinner and went to bed hungry. The next day
she searched around the camp and found nothing. The glamorous blonde began to
feel very alone for the first time in her life. The following day brought more
loneliness and intense hunger. She tried to fish but caught noting. The city
girl didn't know how to cook or clean seafood in any case. By the third day,
the starving blonde set out to find Antonio. The boy had won.

She took a small path that led around the hillside. After 4 hours of
scrambling around a rocky hillside, the girl found her first clue, a tennis
shoe print. Emboldened, she pushed on. Two hours later she reached the other
side of the island. There, Rachel found a small cabin and her ex- lover.

"Antonio, Antonio!" Rachel cried out, her pride be damned. She just wanted
food and to be safe again.

The boy didn't see things that way. He stopped whittling, grabbed his spear
(more of a pointed stick really) and went out to meet his enemy.

When Rachel got close, she noticed his bellicose posture. The starving blonde
had not expected this type of welcome. She screeched to a halt as he leveled
the makeshift spear at her.

"Antonio, what's wrong?" the woman asked plaintively. She wore his pants and
her old see-thru camisole. This gave the young man a great view of her rack.

"Stay back. You are not welcome here." The Spaniard warned. He wore only his
skimpy blue bikini.

"But Antonio, we are friends. Why did you leave me?"

"After what you did to me, how could I stay? Now leave me alone."

"But I'm starving!" the girl opined. She dared to step towards him and he
poked at her with the spear.

"I left you with plenty of fish. Now go."

"I don't know how to cook it and do all that stuff. Please let me stay.
Please." Rachel said, falling to her knees.

Antonio softened at the sight of the gorgeous woman on her knees. She still
looked like a vision of loveliness to the teenager. He could not resist that
sweet face or come hither eyes. He pointed the spear to the sky and grabbed a
handful of her golden locks. It felt good being taller than his female rival.

"Are you going to be good from now on? Are you going to do exactly as I say?"
The well fed boy asked.

"Yes, yes, anything. I was wrong to argue with you before." She replied
without thinking.

"Prove it. Strip." He ordered.

The girl froze for a second and looked up at his serious face. She did not
want to be humiliated like this. But Rachel had no choice. She quickly doffed
the top and stood up to do the rest. The busty blonde slithered out of the
pants.

Antonio gazed at the beautiful nude woman. The boy had seen her naked on a few
occasions but this seemed different, more exciting. He had won their little
battle and now it was time to claim his prize. She had lost some weight. Her
ribs showed clearly and her breasts had a little sag. But the woman still
looked simply magnificent. Her light brown bush seemed spellbinding. He
reached out and touched her right breast.

"Hands off, not until I get some food." Rachel demanded.

The boy paused. More orders form the female, he thought. "OK then, starve."
Antonio said and walked away.

She dove at his feet. The boy spun around and prepared to defend himself. He
found the girl groveling. "Please don't leave me, please. I'll do anything."

Again he took a hold of her hair and bent her head up. "No more questioning my
orders? You do precisely what I tell you when I tell you. Cappiche?"

"Yes sir." The girl said in total defeat.

Her beautiful face was close to it, very close. "Prove it." The male ordered
as he whipped it out. She did.

The blonde ate in silence. Amazingly, the industrious little Spaniard had a
seafood chowder simmering on the stove. It had mushrooms, onions and a variety
of the ocean's treasures. It was easily the best she ever had.

"That was wonderful. When's dinner?" Rachel asked as she finished.

"I have to go catch it. Are you going to be here when I get back?"

"Of course. I promised to be good and I will. I'll clean up a little while you
are gone."

Rachel got up, took the boy by the shoulders and kissed him passionately. It
was meant as a good will gesture but Antonio got scared. In her deck shoes,
the girl seemed to tower over him. Her strength had returned with the soup and
she held him firmly. Lastly, her aggressive sexuality intimidated him. The
naked woman seemed to be forcing herself on him again. The boy had been on the
receiving end of this too many times. He managed to break away and stumble out
the door.

The girl chuckled at his embarrassment and then retreated to a cot. A minute
later she was asleep, her stomach full for the first time in days. Rachel woke
up a couple hours later with Antonio trying to make love to her. The girl
didn't mind anymore. She was used to using her body to get what she wanted.
This was no different.

It was short and not very sweet for the tall blonde. While highly industrious,
Antonio had little talent for doing the wild thing. Perhaps he will get better
with age, she thought as he finished. Just for giggles the girl reversed their
positions and pinned his arms over his head. She liked that position much
more. But Antonio didn't. The frightened look on his face told the tale.

"What - What are you doing?" He stammered, knowing that she held him helpless.

"Just getting up." The blonde replied with a grin. She stood and put on his
trousers. "When's dinner, I'm famished?"

Antonio got up, slipped on his bikini and started to cook. Rachel put on her
camie and went for a jog by the beach. It didn't last long her big breasts
bounced too much so she just walked for a while. It gave her time to think
about Antonio. He was still afraid of her, that much she knew. The first seeds
of rebellion were planted in her mind. But the girl decided to go slow.
Starvation was a more powerful enemy than the boy.

In dire need of some support, the woman fashioned a basic strapless bra out of
an old sheet by the cabin. She entered to find dinner on the table. Rachel
went right to eat. It might have been just more fish but she had three days of
eating to make up for.

The boy watched her suspiciously. He could feel the girl usurping more and
more power. It was not lost on the young man that he was almost naked, while
his female companion was fully clothed. Antonio began to feel that this was a
loosing battle. That he could not keep this glorious Amazon caged for too much
longer. The boy got up and cleaned the table. Old habits were hard to break.

Rachel immediately noticed the prominent male bulge in his bikini. She got up
and followed him to the crude sink.

"You look hot tonight, Antonio. I want you inside me." The blonde purred into
his ear. She grabbed his shoulders and began to knead them like dough. "You
have such nice muscles."

Though he felt trapped, Antonio lightened up as the massage continued. Years
ago, Rachel had studied this art and she performed it well. Her hands worked
their way down his back. The blonde bent him over and continued a relaxing yet
sensual monologue.

The little man cussed in Spanish as he felt his arousal growing to epic
proportions. She was taking control as usual, yet he could not be more turned
on. The last two encounters with this woman, done on his terms, seemed almost
dull. Now the boy quivered with excitement as she grabbed his bikini.

"Oops," she said as it fell to ground. He was naked now, just how she liked
him. The girl spun the male around and kissed him deeply. He trembled at her
touch and that just made her more aroused. The tigress was out again and it
was time to feed.

Her hand found his long shaft and the boy moaned in tacit approval. "You are
so big." She muttered breathlessly. The tall blonde got hot and tingly all
over. It was time. Forgetting that she was just a girl, Rachel scooped up the
little man in her arms and carried him over to the bed. The feat of female
strength amazed young Antonio. He had tried to carry the girl a few days ago
and failed. Yet she lifted him like a child. Strangely, he was no longer
afraid of the bigger, stronger woman. He wanted her any which way.

They made love well into the night. Antonio spent the whole time flat on his
back. She kept his arms pinned for most of the night, denying him that extra
sensation. Occasionally, the blonde would put his hands oh-so her magnificent
bosom. She kept him going for hours this way.

Antonio slipped into a sexual trance. All of the rest of their encounters had
been quick and shallow compared to this one. It felt like his heart stopped
when he finally crossed the finish line hours later. Poor Antonio went to
sleep dreaming that tomorrow would be different.

The young man didn't wake up until almost midday. Consciousness came slowly
after such a long night. He became aware of lying in bed nude. He saw the
beautiful older woman sitting next to him. His rock hard manhood throbbed
painfully. She was fondling him.

"Good morning, sleepy head." The girl purred. "Have a HARD night?"

"Don't." the boy replied curtly. He looked up into her frosty blue eyes.
Rachel was firmly in control and enjoying herself.

"Don't what?" she asked innocently as her hand continued its devilish work.

"Don't play with me like that. I, I, I ... ," Antonio tried to protest but
words failed him. His body started to quiver and shake.

"See, you love it." The busty blonde said as his body jerked and shot out
another load. Young men beat the older variety hands down. They just didn't
quit on you. "And now you need a bath. See what I found?"

Rachel held up a bar soap. Antonio had to admit that it was a welcome sight.
He stood up and looked for his underwear. The fully dressed blonde grabbed his
arm. She hustled the naked male out of the cabin.

"What about my underwear?" he asked. Antonio didn't like being kept naked. His
female companion wore his pants and her makeshift bra.

"You won't need them where you are going." She said, pulling him along.

"Well, I want my pants back." The male demanded. He dug his heels in and
stopped their progress.

"No." came the simple response.

Antonio half expected the female defiance. But it still felt like a slap in
the face. He looked up at the busty blonde and admonished her. "You promised,
you promised me to do exactly as I say. Now give me those pants."

"Sorry chump. That promise was made out of starvation. I don't consider it
binding. A gentleman would let the woman have the pants." The girl countered.
She crossed her arms in front of her full bosom.

"OK, no more food for you." The boy threatened. He started to walk away.

But the lad only got a step before a strong female hand closed on his wrist.
"We aren't going down that road again. Take it back or else." Rachel hissed.

"Screw you, you can't make me." Little Antonio replied. They were right back
at the place where Rachel had him tied naked to the tree. This time the woman
vowed to show him the truth behind their relationship.

"Oh, yes I can. I should have done this long ago." Rachel said as she grabbed
him by the hair. The older woman dragged the boy kicking and screaming over to
a chair by the front door. She sat down and draped the male over her lap.

At first young Antonio fought like the dickens. But it seemed to have little
impact on the strong and confident woman. By the time she sat in the chair,
the man was reduced to begging.

"No, don't, please. I'll be good. You can have the pants and as much food as
you want." Antonio sobbed.

"You need to learn a lesson young man. It may be hard but it is needed." She
replied staring at his cute little butt on her lap.

"Nooooo!" he screamed as the girl smacked his bare bottom.

She held nothing back. The spanking went on for almost a half an hour. The
male pleaded with the older woman but it only added a little drama to the
brutal punishment. By the time it ended, he was silent except for an
occasional sniffle.

"Are you going to be good from now on and do what your told?" the big blonde
asked after perhaps a hundred whacks.

"Yes, ma'am." The boy replied, breathlessly.

Rachel stood up, dumping the little Spanish fellow on the ground. She doffed
her pants and stood over the boy. "Prove it." The busty blonde said, mocking
his earlier command.

Antonio looked at her pretty blonde bush. His mouth went to it, tasted it and
proved his devotion once and for all time.

This was much the same position that Sgt. Alberto Gonzales found the
castaways. He arrived on the island with Private Sanchez three days earlier.
At first he was elated to find the man and woman still alive. They had feared
the worst.

But the veteran soldier did not expect to find the young Spanish man naked,
bruised and on his knees servicing the American woman in such a humiliating
fashion. He quickly sent Antonio back with Private Sanchez. Alberto had a few
things to discuss in private with the busty American.

"What happened here!" He demanded, standing in front of the cabin, not far
from the spot where Antonio learned his last lesson in female superiority.

"Whatever do you mean, sergeant? We were just fooling around." She replied
with a smile. Rachel had her pants and bra on. She stood her ground against
the taller Spanish soldier.

"That boy looked abused. What did you do to him?" The man said, shaking with
anger. The woman should have been afraid of him.

"We had to settle the question of leadership. Antonio wanted to control me. I
just taught him the error of his ways." The busty blonde said.

"Did those lessons include beatings and sexual abuse." He spat on the female.

"Amongst other things. Let me assure you ... "

The sergeant cut her off with a slap to the face. "You are sick. I intend to
have you brought up on charges." The man swore. He also intended to meet out
his own brand of macho justice. What he saw here could not be allowed to
stand.

"Don't ever do that again." The American woman warned impudently. She wanted
to be nice. After all, this man had rescued her. But Rachel had no intention
of submitting to him. Her big breasts heaved in defiance.

"It's time you learned a lesson ... " the sergeant's authoritative voice
trailed off as his next blow stopped short of it's target. He stared up at his
arm hanging in mid-air. The female held it firmly.

"What the hell?" Alberto muttered as the girl drove her knee into his
unprotected stomach. She twisted his arm around and drove the taller, heavier
male face first into the ground.

He panicked and reached for his sidearm. It was already gone. The soldier
heard it thud on the ground as the girl bent his arm painfully behind his
back.

"Submit to me, boy. Or I'll break your arm." The woman roared.

The sergeant didn't know what to do. He never thought a woman would resist him
let alone subdue him. Yet, that was exactly what had happened. Alberto
struggled but could not escape her. She seemed impossibly strong. After some
feminine persuasion, the male submitted to the lovely American girl over and
over again.

Rachel arrived back in LA a week later. There had been no charges or anything
like that. It had been easy to show that Spanish sergeant the error of his
ways. The 35 year old also saw the error of her ways. She never heard from
Jeff again. Instead, the girl enrolled at a local college. It proved to be
fertile ground for young men. The huntress was back in action.