Never trust anyone!

Lorraine was weary. Thirty-nine days and thirty-nine sodding nights
she had been stuck on this miserable island. There had been twenty of
them originally, twelve women and eight men. Gradually one by one they
had met their demise. Most of them had succumbed to hunger; some to
sickness one through being bitten by a snake and some just couldn't
hack desert island life.

Forty long, hard days in, and only the two of them remained. Blake
Underwood was an arrogant swine but they had become close through
necessity of survival more than through a friendly bond of choice. It
was nearly a week since they had said their last goodbye's to Phil
Prescott the last survivor to go and since then the two of them had
lapsed into a comfortable, uncomfortable routine.

That's all it was now, just uncomfortable. The human condition has a
remarkable capacity for coping with most things. And although they were
still living on just a little boiled rice and whatever fish they could
catch or fruit that they picked the hunger pains had long since
subsided and their body's had become accustomed to their meagre
rations. They were still being eaten alive by insects whose diet was
far richer than their own but somehow it didn't bother them the way
that it had in the beginning.

Blake and Lorraine had shared the stories of their entire lives with
each other. They shared things that neither of them had even told their
own families. Intimate personal things that you could only tell someone
that you had vomited in front of after eating four day old rice that
had warmed too long in the sun. The condition that had almost killed
them had become bearable and they had been thrown together to make the
best of what they had.

That day had followed the course of every day since Phil had gone. The
sun woke them early, the heat on the island soon became too hot to
tolerate and they usually had to return gratefully to the shelter by
noon. They fished most of the morning and then ate an early lunch of
fruit. Mangoes, kiwi's, melons and coconuts were plentiful on the
island. By eleven thirty they went to the shelter and talked for awhile
before lying down under the roof of cool palm leaves to pass the time
sleeping for several hours. They usually awoke late afternoon and went
straight into the sea to swim. When there had been more of them they
used to frolic and play in the water. Blake and Lorraine were only too
aware that they were alone. They had talked about the dangers of this
and now they swam together and raced each other to the 'whale bone' a
group of rocks jutting from the sea about half a mile from the shore
but they didn't play water games at all. It was far too risky. After
their swim it was time to build a fire and cook their days catch.
Lorraine had always hated seafood and now she hated it more than ever,
but still she ate with gusto imagining it to be moist succulent
chicken. In the early days some of them had captured and eaten wild
rat. They said it was good but it was soon after that when three of
them fell to the sickness. Lorraine was glad that her squeamish nature
had ruled her head.

The evening was the hardest time of all. Once evening passed into early
night the island grew dark, worse than dark the night drew into a
complete blackness. They had no lighting and the only relief from the
darkness was the pretty fireflies that lit up the inkyness for a few
seconds as they went about their business. All they had was each other
and conversation. This was the time when the need for human comfort was
at its strongest. The sexual tension had mounted gradually day by day.
Blake talked constantly about his wife and two young daughter's back
home, and told her every night how much he missed them. He loved his
family dearly and being separated from them for so long was driving him
mad.

Lorraine had a very casual 'thing' going with a bloke from the office
but it wasn't serious. Daily the atmosphere between the two castaways
had become more and more sexually charged. The lengths they went to to
avoid physical contact were ridiculous. When they were a group
everybody hugged on a regular basis. It was a way of surviving, a way
of saying, "together we are strong and can beat this." Now they kept
each other at arms length at all times. At night they slept at
different ends of the shelter to avoid accidental contact through the
night, and when swimming or fishing in the sea, virtually unclothed
they had decided to keep a safe distance between their bodies. Yet
still the near nakedness and forced intimacy between the two tormented
them day and night. Twice now Lorraine had lain awake desperately
trying not to listen to Blake masturbating when he thought she was
asleep, she had to bite down hard on her lip to remain still and silent
as her own body tortured her with it's needs and demands.

That night they were woken by a low grumbling noise. Blake sat up and
pulled his one sheet recovered from the boat round him.

"What the hell is that?"

As his eyes grew accustomed to the murky greyness he saw Lorraine also
sit up.

"Blake, what's that noise?"

The noise had changed from a low grumble to a menacing roar in a matter
of seconds it seemed to come from a long, long way beneath them. Within
the next few seconds all hell broke lose around them. The make shift
shelf that housed their coconut cooking utensils was torn from it's
bindings and flew across the shelter. Their few meagre belongings shook
until they were also flung around their heads like litter.

"Shit it's an earth quake"

Lorraine ran from her bed to crouch by the side of Blake's cot. These
were made of bamboo and raised a few precious inches off the floor to
keep them higher than the ground crawling insects and snakes that could
so easily kill them. She sat hunched like a traumatised child with one
arm on Blake's cot. Her night-shirt had risen high on her thigh and in
the breaking dawn and even right in the midst of an earthquake Blake
couldn't miss the smooth orb of tanned naked flesh. He shuddered and
this time it had nothing to do with the tremors of the earth.

"I'm frightened Blake." She screamed, the noise had become
deafening.

He moved into a more upright position and yelled above the crescendo
"C'mere, it's alright. Come on up here with me."

She crawled like a small child on to his cot and he put his arm around
her.

She buried her head into his naked chest and trembled against his body.
She was terrified. He felt the first of her tears trickle down his body
and over his belly, Blake steeled himself against the feelings that
were threatening to take his body over, feelings even stronger than the
fear of the quake and he thought about his wife.

The quake stopped suddenly. There was no power-down, no easing off, it
just stopped. One second the noise was deafening and everything was
shaking. The next complete and utter silence. The sudden stillness for
a second even more frightening than the enraged shaking of the tremor.
Even Lorraine's sobs subsided for the moment as she listened to the
noiselessness around her. Not a single cricket chirruped and not a
sound could be heard.

Blake lifted Lorraine's tear stained face to look into his eyes.
"C'mon. It's over. It's over sweetheart. It was just a teeny tiny
little earthquake nothing to be scared of. Hell it was more of a tremor
really it just thought it was an earthquake. Look it hasn't even done
much damage to the shelter. Little wimp of a quake it couldn't blow our
house down." Lorraine managed a weak smile.

That's when she began to shiver. She shook so hard that she rivalled
the earthquake of a few minutes before. Her teeth chattered loudly and
she hugged her arms around herself to try and control the shakes.

"I, I, I thought we were going to d die" she stammered.

For the second time that night Blake pulled her body into his. She
stiffened against him and moved to pull herself away.

"Come on. Come on its all right. Come on baby, it's okay. Trust me. I
won't let anything hurt you."

All the fight went out of her and she slumped into his chest, her warm
breath tickling the hairs running down the centre of his breastbone.
She put up her hand to wipe at the tears still rolling down her face
and then it came to rest flat against the left side of his chest. His
nipple stiffened instantly under the warmth of her moist palm and he
hoped she hadn't noticed.

Blake's right arm tightened round her mid torso drawing her closer to
him and his left hand began gently stoking the upper half of her back.
Small rhythmical, calming circles, the way he did when one of his
daughters was upset. Softly stoking the terror away all the time
muttering soft words into her sleep damp hair. "Easy darlin` easy, it's
okay I'm here. I'm here and nothing's going to hurt you. Easy now
baby."

Gradually the sobs became sniffles and the sniffles subsided into the
odd sniff. She lay quiet against him. Her eyes closed and she inhaled
deeply, letting the sea-smell of him pervade her senses and clear her
head of the last shudders of fear. Still his hand moved in those
incessant little circles on her back. His mouth was close to the side
of her head, his warm breath blowing into her ear and with each
hoarsely whispered word. He pressed a small, soft kiss into her
hair.

The first time he thought he had imagined the small movement, the
second time he knew that he had not. As Blake's hands moved slowly over
Lorraine's upper back she arched her spine ever so slightly towards
him. As she moved into him the second time she moaned almost
imperceptibly into his chest hair and her fingertip ran once over his
still taut nipple. The bolt of sensation that ran through Blake's body
was fierce enough to be a physical pain that began in his lower belly
and spread like a hot needle through every nerve ending in his
body.

Lorraine brought her head up to the same level as Blake's. And gazed at
him with a naked hunger. Blake dropped his head and began nuzzling her
neck. He moaned loudly with frustration and desire, his fingertips
plunging into her scalp closing on two handfuls of long, damp hair. He
kissed her neck, her ear, her temple softly but with an urgency that
told her exactly how much he wanted her.

"What are you doing to me? My God, what are you doing to me? We can't
do this. It's wrong we can't" each word was punctuated with a kiss. His
lips were travelling over her eyes down her cheek to the corner of her
mouth. Her lips were parted and her breath was escaping in harsh uneven
gasps. This time his moan was more a cry of defeat, he knew that he was
doomed.

Lorraine straightened up, her arms wrapped round his neck and her
fingers lost themselves in his thick hair. She pressed her body against
his chest and he felt her hardened nipples pressing against his own.
Her night-shirt was slightly damp with perspiration, the warm sweet
small of her womanliness rose in an onslaught to fight against any last
reserves of fidelity that were persistently asking him to pull back.
Her shirt had risen over the flesh of her hips and as the first weak
ray of sunlight lanced its way through the palm leaf roof, Blake
breathed-in the sight of her naked legs and tiny white cotton panties.
Their eyes held for a second, each of them mirroring the need of the
other, Lorraine leaned forwards and her lips parted as they met his
once briefly, more of a tasting than a kiss. The bitch was teasing him,
she leaned back and licked her lips taking the flavour of him onto her
tongue. Blake could take no more "God I want you" he moaned as his
mouth found hers. They kissed deeply, moaning into each others mouths
as Blake's hands sought out her breasts, her waist, her belly. His
hands were moving all the time, moving, moving, moving. Sculpting her
body with his fingertips, waking every last dormant nerve ending until
her body writhed and strained beneath his manipulations. Back to her
breasts teasing and taunting her nipples as she breathed harshly into
his mouth.

His hand dropped to her thigh, her skin was so soft, so smooth, so
fucking silken. He hated her and wanted her more than he'd ever wanted
his wife. He hated himself.

Her legs parted and his tongue thrust into her mouth at the same time
as his fingers grazed over the sodden gusset of her panties. He rubbed
her pussy over the wet material a couple of times as she writhed wildly
beneath his fingers. Her moisture seeped out of the light cotton and
slicked his fingers, the smell of her sex rose between their body's
heightening their excitement filling them with their lust for each
other. Roughly he moved the restraining material to one side and sank
two fingers into her wetness, thrusting both his tongue and his fingers
into her, letting her grind her pubic bone into the palm of his
hand.

He was surprised how quickly she came, just seconds after his fingers
had entered her, she clenched tightly and he felt her orgasm pulsing
over his hand. She took of her pleasure without restraint and flung her
head back tearing her mouth from his to sing her lust gutturally to the
morning.

He said he expected her to wilt onto his chest, to go limp and floppy
the way Laura did as her orgasm subsided. Not this one. In one fluid
movement she sloughed her panties and pushed him back on to the cot.
His penis was engorged to bursting point forcing itself against the
once lose material of his snoopy dog boxer shorts. She was calling the
shots now; in fact she was calling them as she had all along.

She pulled his shorts over his backside as he hunched his hips out for
her. His cock danced with the feeling of the light Asian breeze on its
head and the twang of the elastic as it left him. A small dribble of
pre-cum seeped from him and oozed over the lip of his foreskin.
Dragging her eyes from his penis she pulled the night-shirt over her
head so that they were both naked she leaned forward and gave him one
of those soft 'tasting' kisses again. Her blue eyes found his and
locked them tightly to her gaze. Without taking her eyes from his for a
second she began to lick and kiss his chest, sucking each nipple in
turn briefly into her mouth as he bucked his pelvis towards her. Moving
slowly down his body, kissing, teasing , kissing. Driving him mad with
a want that he had never before experienced, he wondered briefly if he
would come, all over nothing before her journey of discovery ever
ended. She was driving him mad, teasing him beyond endurance. She was
making him a slave to her bidding, and she damn well knew it.

She left his lower belly and kissed his inner thigh, feather soft,
almost imperceptible licks and kisses. His balls were burning, his dick
dribbling and throbbing and still she gave him no peace, those fucking
gentle kisses were killing him. Her eyes still locked on his, taunting
him, forbidding him to close his eyes and succumb to the pleasure that
was threatening to explode in a gushing arc at any second, and she
hadn't so much as touched his dick.

She stopped kissing him and raised her head. Slowly she licked her lips
once. He moaned loudly in anticipation and her mouth sunk down on to
his waiting penis in a long hard forceful suck that felt as though she
was going to turn him inside out. She felt the pressure and gripped the
base of his penis hard to stop him orgasming into her mouth two seconds
after she took him in. Her head bobbed on his cock but her vice like
grip stopped the flow of sperm that she was so expertly drawing from
him. He wrapped his hands in her hair on either side of his head and
thrust into her mouth, not trying to be gentle or attentive not loving
her sensually but fucking her mouth hard wanting the release that she
wouldn't give to him. He was cumming without any release as she had him
not only by the cock but also psychologically in her dominant game of
'you won't cum until I say you can' and she was loving the power she
had over him. She continued to suck him until he was under control. His
turgid dick slowing, allowing her to move on him, enjoying the
sensations of wetness and warmth around his very large shaft. He told
her that Laura couldn't take more than the head into her mouth,
Lorraine was having no such problem, and what was obviously a great
sacrifice to Laura, was pure pleasure to Lorraine, she gave every
indication of loving every second of it.

She pulled her mouth away from his penis and he tried to push her back
down.

"No I want to fuck you," she purred moving up the cot to straddle his
pelvis. She lowered her body down to his and he entered her smoothly,
her muscles expanding to accommodate all of him. She ground down until
her outer lips were kissing his balls and coating him in her warm
fragrant juice. They held that position for a second or two each of
them blown away by the sensations that were building and infusing
through their body's and passing through their fusion from Blake to
Lorraine and back again.

She leant forward so that the swell of her breast brushed against his
face. He accepted this as an invitation and took her nipple into his
mouth. Her long blonde hair fell forward over Blake's head tickling and
tantalising him as she began to move.

Slowly at first she ground her hips into his groin. He bucked to match
her rhythm. Long, slow languid movements full of sensation and desire.
Lorraine felt Blake begin to pulse inside her, she knew he was
tingling. She moved faster on him grinding her sex onto his pubic bone,
stimulating her clitoris as he thrust his cock forcefully into her. His
hands moved onto her hips gaining him extra leverage, helping to push
himself that centimetre deeper that fraction of a second faster.

Blake stiffened and she felt the first jet of his load fire into her.
"Too late now to worry about the fact that we don't have a chemist on
the island she thought." That was her last thought before her body
spasmed with an orgasm so strong and powerful that she felt weak with
the intensity of it.

"I don't love you," he moaned as the last of his sperm entered her
pussy. "I love my wife."

"It doesn't matter, this isn't real " She gasped "none of its real,
just shut up and fuck me" Blake rolled her over without ever losing
himself from within her and did as he was requested. Afterwards they
slept entangled for many hours.

When they awoke they made love again, and again, and again and then
while Lorraine washed in the sea, Blake went to fetch fresh drinking
water from the stream further up the island. Lorraine felt no guilt. As
she had said, none of this was real, she couldn't be held accountable
for what happened on the island. She felt no shame about the all Seeing
Eye that watched their every move. She wouldn't be the one to be held
accountable when life returned to blessed normalcy. This was just the
beginning. Just the start of grinding the cocky bastard down. Sure they
were close and she liked him, but there was just too much at stake to
play a clean game. And after all what else did a woman have stuck on an
offshoot of bloody Borneo but her womanly whiles?

Blake was ages getting the water. 'God she was so thirsty'. The
temperature must have been in the mid nineties even though the sun was
well past its zenith. The last time they had drunk anything was when
they had woken up and then it had been a few meagre dregs left in the
bottom of the water canister. 'Where was he?'

Finally he came up the beach grinning like a loon. Lots of sex
obviously agreed with the man. He passed her the canister and she
uncapped it. "Go on get some of that down you" She drunk long and
greedily from the bottle. Some of it dribbled down her chin and
splashed into her hot cleavage. The pure spring water was so cool it
felt almost as good as sex, sliding down her parched throat. Blake was
grinning at her over the rim of the bottle. He probably wanted to fuck
again, well he could just bloody well wait until after they'd eaten the
horny git.

The water did taste strange, it had a peculiar bitter tang to it, but
Lorraine didn't care she was so thirsty.

She began throwing up about five minutes later. Retching into the sand
between her legs. Wave after wave of nausea making her dizzy. She was
choking, puking and then shame of shame the other started. Within half
an hour she was covered in shit, it ran down her beautiful legs in
stinking rivers. Blake sat on the other end of the log, still grinning
that same grin. Only now it had a malevolent turn to it.

"You bastard, what have you done to me?"

"Wild berries darling, pulped and added to your drinking water.
Remember you were told to check everything you ate and drank, and never
turn your back on the other contestants. Don't worry they won't kill
you, just necessitate you being shipped off the island. That makes me
the last man standing I believe. Come on you think you can open your
pretty little legs and I'll forget about a million fucking quid worth
of prize money. Dream on baby. I don't know what your strategy was but
I think you'll agree this is game, set and match."

At that moment the presenter with the cheesy grin ran up the beach with
the camera crew behind him. His bright pink Bermuda shorts clashed
horribly with his lobster red legs.

Lorraine was still retching in camera shot as they stretchered her down
the beach to the waiting boat.

"So Blake, dirty tricks win the day. How does it feel to be one million
pounds richer my friend?"

"Ace mate. Fucking ace."

Well before we ask what you are going to spend your winnings on, we
need to know the answer to the question that the nation is going to be
asking when this program airs &;#8230; What is Laura going to say
about your fling with Lorraine? We got it all on film you know and the
bits that can be shown on national television will be." He pushed the
mike forcefully under a grinning Blake's nose.

"Who the hell's Laura? I don't know a Laura, you see Norman, I'm not
married, never have been. It's a dog eat dog game and that was one
sweet dog to eat"

He smiled into the camera waving his arms in victory.

Blake Underwood was the SOLE SURVIVOR.