Cast Away: The Island Brat

All characters in this story are at least 18 years old.

Tom opened his eyes to a strong, salty taste and a sick feeling in his intestines. Lifting his head off the ground, he spat out a small pile of sand on the beach in front of his face. He was lying on his stomach right at the water line, wearing nothing but his plaid shirt and a sock on his right foot. Small waves caressed his legs and noticebly washed up between them. Carefully, he turned around and sat up. His chest, elbows and knees felt sore. The skin on his feet and hands was covered in scratches from the reef in front of the beach.

The sun stood halfway up in the sky and burned down on him without mercy. Looking around, Tom found himself on the beach of a tropical island. About 300 feet from the water, the sandy ground was swallowed by dense jungle. From there, it slowly rose to form one of three mountains that stood lonelily in the endless dark blue of the ocean and light blue of the cloudless sky.

An uneasy feeling crept up in his stomach when he recalled the previous day. He had been on the way to Upolu, the main island of Samoa, far in the south pacific. After finishing high school, Tom had wanted to take a gap year, to volunteer for a NGO. The tiny passenger plane he had taken from New Zealand was not prepared for the storm that had hit them in the night.

The pilot had somehow managed to somewhat smoothly bring them down onto the water surface, but the hull of the plane cracked in the process and the passenger room filled with water quickly. Tom remembered tearing his pants and shoes off in panic, after his jeans got stuck in the metal of his seat, when the whole plane bent from the force of the impact. Luckily, almost noone else had been on that flight, Tom thought.

After he had exited the plane through the large crack, he tried to get to the emergency island that was bumping up and down on the waves close to the cockpit. Strong current, darkness and heavy rain, however, had crossed his plan. The signal light, the shouts of the pilot and all hope had quickly faded in the darkness as he clung to a massive pink plastic suitcase that surprisingly appeared to be water-proof and continued floating.

Hoping to find the large red emergency island with the pilots or at least the suitcase, Tom looked in either direction of the beach. Neither was to be seen. However, something was at the water line a few yards away, right under the sun from his point of view. With both hands, he tried to shield his eyes from the bright light, but the reflection from the ocean surface was equally dazzling.

Tom got to his feet and walked in the direction of the object. It felt weird to wear a long shirt while his genitals hung in the open below. He had lost his loose boxers when he had been trying to fight his way to the emergency raft. When he got closer to the object, Tom clearly recognized a body. He was shit scared to find it without life, but the prospect of not being alone got his heart racing.

When he recognized the young woman, lying fully naked and motionless on her back in the sand, his head turned red from a rush of emberassment. It was that rich brat that had nailed him in the balls at the airport! Tom didn't know, who else he had expected. She had literally been the only other passenger in that plane, and the pilots and stewardess had been in the cockpit and thus close to the raft when they went down. But he would never have expected this girl to escape the sinking plane and survive the rough ocean.

Tom recalled the first time, he had made acquaintance with the girl that lay in front if him.

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He was just checking in for his flight and dropping off his large hiking backpack as luggage. Just when he was about to place it on the rolling conveyor, that girl stormed past him to the counter while her pink trolley crashed into his right knee.

"Would you put this up there, sweetie?", she quickly said in an arrogant voice, without even looking at him, before she addressed the woman at the counter for check-in. Tom couldn't believe it. There was no queue at all behind him. One counter was in charge of that flight company, only one of their flights was departing on that day, and they appeared to be the only two passengers. He hated queue jumping anyway, but this was just next level.

The girl was around 19, like Tom, rather small, had blonde hair and probably a pretty face under all that excessive makeup. She was wearing flip flops, a very short, white skirt and an equally short, shoulder-free pink top. If he bent down just a bit, Tom thought, he could probably see her butt under the skirt. Except from her good looks and the revealing outfit though, he hated everthing about her.

He saw right through the girl in an instant - some rich brat that was going on her long holiday at the most expensive place, she could find. Her rich dad gladly paying for it, just that he could spend a few weeks at home in peace. Tom had worked and planned his ass off to go to that place, hoping to make the experiences that would mark the beginning of his life as an adult. But after all, he had paid his flight ticket just like her and there was no way that she could treat him like that. No matter how rich her daddy was.

Tom stood behind her, lifted his chest a bit, hoping to intimidate her, and placed his hand on her naked shoulder, revealed by the tiny pink top. Before he could pull her around to teach her some manners, she darted around by herself and sent an incredibly fast knee up in between his legs. His loose cargo shorts did little to stop her leg and his balls got crushed mercilessly in between her pointy knee and his pelvic bone. His eyes and mouth opened in shock.

"Don't touch me, loser.", she said angrily while pointing her index finger at his face. Then she turned back to the desk. Just before Tom was taken down by the onsetting, intense pain, he glanced at the Samoan lady behind the counter. The knee was launched at his groin and pulled back in one super quick motion, but she couldn't possibly have missed it. The lady looked back at him with a mix of pity and helplessness, while the floodgates opened for the pain and Tom sank down on the smooth stone floor in the middle of the moderatly busy airport, clutching his manhood and trying to supress his moaning. It was the most humiliating experience of his life.

He actually liked ballbusting and had tried it a bit with his ex-girlfriend, who was into it, too. Being kicked in public and by someone he found so unsympathic, however, left him with weirdly mixed feelings. When he looked up from the floor behind her feet, his eyes found her exposed butt, just as he expected. But further to the front, in between her legs, he laid eyes upon a very appealing, equally uncovered, recently waxed pussy. Tom couldn't believe how such a short skirt could possibly be worn without underwear.

When she finished the check-in, she turned around and looked down on Tom with an arrogant smirk. He couldn't resist glancing at her smooth crotch one more time, now fully visible from below. It looked perfect.

"Don't forget my suitcase, pervert.", she yelled, before storming off. Tom stayed im the fetal position another minute or two. By now, it wasn't just the pain in his balls that kept him pinned on the floor, but the raging boner, he wouldn't know how to hide. The lady from the counter waited until the brat was out of sight, before coming around and caring for Tom. She couldn't speak English very well, but there was no doubt that she felt very sorry for him. After he finally got back on his feet, Tom actually lifted the little brat's suitcase on the platform, knowing that the petite Samoan would have to do it otherwise.

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Tom stood a few feet in front of the young woman and stared at her nude body in fascination, while recalling the humiliating memory. It was no surprise to him that her top and skirt had come off in the water, and that was actually all she had been wearing during her trip.

Seeing her like this, he had to admid that she was super hot. Without makeup, she had a natural beauty to herself that Tom liked much more, underlined by her messy hair. Her body was well-shaped, she was clearly excercising regularly. Everywhere on her body, her skin was equally tanned, without any bikini marks. She probably either spent lots of time in a solarium, or fully naked in the sun. Every bit of her body hair was waxed. The amazing sight was concluded by a set of large, firm boobs with pink nipples, pointing up to the sky.

Tom tried to recall her name. He had heard her say it, when he had been on the floor in agony while she was checking in. Cindy? Candy? Probably Cindy, he thought.

His eyes still fixated on her nude body, Tom felt his dick harden and instantly felt unwell. The young woman didn't have any visible injuries and her face didn't look lifeless to him, but it was hard to tell, if the faint movement of her chest was from her breath or induced by the waves. He approached and stepped over her, his feet on either side of her hip and bent down to feel her pulse.

At first, he tried her wrist, but he wasn't able to find the right spot. Bending over a bit more, he placed two fingers on the side of her neck. As undoubted proof of her well-being, her foot abruptly shot up, sending a splash of sea water onto his legs, a split second, before her toes smashed into his exposed testicles from behind. Her foot passed through Toms legs and didn't make contact with anything but his low-hanging nuts. They first crashed into his semi-erect dick and then against his lower belly, along with it.

Tom's eyes bulged out and he tried to fall to the side, escaping his unfavorable position. Cindy's eyes opened and fixated his with visible anger, while she quickly grabbed his right hand, before he could pull it back from her neck. To his surprise, she pressed his palm against her soft, left tit. Tom lost balance and fell forward. He caught his fall with his left hand on the sand next to her head, but as a result, he was still fully open to her kicks. Before her right leg was back on the ground, the left one shot up and equally crashed exclusively into his swaying balls. She kept working them like a speedbag with her long, strong legs.

The humiliating and weakening pain set in quickly and mutiplied with every incoming kick. After the third one, Tom's will to escape to the back or side was broken and he sunk to to his knees while whimpering quietly. Cindy was prepared for that. She pulled her left knee up to her chest and Tom came down right onto it. His knees never reached the sand, as he landed with his balls on the top of her shin, his dick pointing at her face over her knee. The pain exploded in his left testicle. Tom looked down in terror and saw, how his right nut had plopped out to the front next to his dick and his left nut was left to absorb all the force of his bodyweight pressing down.

"Where the fuck are my clothes?", the girl hissed through clenched teeth. Tom's toes pathetically scraped the surface of the sand, as he tried to get into a stand and release the pressure on his left testicle. Cindy wiggled the leg under him and pushed it up a bit. The pain intesified once more and Tom surrendered to her grip.

"I didn't... you must have... the plane... please, my balls...", Tom tried to explain, but his brain was too preoccupied with the pain to find the right words. His eyes locked on hers, begging for mercy.

"Like I give a shit about your little balls, asshole. Give me your shirt!", she commanded. Tom expected her to let him stand up, but she didn't. When he hesitated, she moved one hand away from his, which was still pressed on her large boob, and dug her fingers into Tom's exposed right testicle on top of her knee, equalizing the distribution of pain in his sensitive pair.

"Okay okaaay", Tom squeaked. To lift his left hand from the ground, he had to shift more weight onto his trapped left nut. Panting, he dug his toes deeper into the sand to support him as much as possible and lifted his hand off the sand. He tried not to put too much pressure on her tit, as he feared to make her more angry. Quickly, he tore off his shirt over his head and came down on his left hand next to her head again. The shirt, still around his right arm, fell down onto her large boobs.

"Thanks, loser", Cindy mocked him and brought her left leg to the side, tossing his body off onto the sand. Tom continued moaning while he rolled on his side and carefully checked, if his balls had remained intact. Relieved, he felt his flattened left nut back into the usual shape, but it noticably started swelling and still hurt like hell. His cock, however, had gotten even harder while she had him trapped.

It took Tom a moment to cope with the pain, before he looked up to Cindy again, who was standing close to the water line and looked around. She had managed to put the shirt on, without actually covering up anything. All buttons on the front were opened, only the lower ends had been connected with a knot right under her boobs, pushing them up and out in between the opened buttons. The sleeves had been rolled up almost to the shoulders, which in turn had been left mostly free.

Below the shirt, she was still fully nude. Her tight waist smoothly curved into round hips and a perfect butt, followed by long, elegantly shaped legs. A thin layer of sand covered her butt cheeks and the back of her thighs. The way, she was wearing the shirt, made her look even more attractive. Tom's dick swelled to its full extend, making it impossible for him to hide his arousal.

Quietly, he cursed his involuntary reaction to her beautiful, sexy body and her bratty behaviour. It had been the second time, she had put him in this position and he hated her for the humiliation, as well as for her inability to see, that they had ended up in this unfavorable position together and needed to work as a team. The sun was brutal and the shirt was a welcome protection. But not the way, she was wearing it. Like this, it was merely a fashion accesoir.

Cindy turned around and glanced at Tom without any expression. It was impossible to tell, what was going on inside her head. She was looking around, as if she was checking out her holiday destination, while starting to get annoyed about the lack of service.

Suddenly, she strode away towards the edge of the jungle, found a nice spot and lay on her back in the half-shade right on the edge of the beach. Her knees stood up just a bit and her legs were spread slightly. From Tom's, position, he could look up right in between them. Hypnotized, he watched the faint dance of light and shadow on her smooth crotch, induced by the branches and twigs moving in the breeze above her. He was seriously horny now, which felt inappropeate in his current situation.

Tom shook his head and focused on the relevant matters. His mouth was still salty and he needed water. When the throbbing pain in his manhood allowed it, he got up and limped towards the shade at the edge of the jungle. Angrily, he noticed the amused smirk on Cindy's face, who was watching his attempts to walk normally with his beaten nuts and his relentless boner.

Tom quickly limped away from her towards the spot, where the valley in between the two closest mountains met the beach. He had passed the spot when he was approaching the woman's body, but he had been distracted at that time. When he got there, his anger was instantly gone, as he found a tiny stream that seeped into the sandy ground right before the beach. Tom fought his way a few feet into the jungle and found a spot, where the stream was easily accessible on a rocky ground. It was not much, but enough to drink and wash off the sticky salt of the ocean from his body by splashing up water with his hands. He even took a moment to dip his swollen, aching nuts into the cool fresh water.

Feeling much better, Tom sat down and made a plan for the next steps. He needed to ignore that useless brat and take care of his - or maybe their - survival and rescue. Maybe she was going to be thankful after all. Next up was food and shelter. Shelter was less relevant, as it was scorching hot anyway. He just needed to stay out of the sun. Back to food, he recalled coconut trees at various spots at the upper section of the beach.

Tom stepped back on the beach and looked around at the palm trees. A rather small one was about halfway to the spot, where Cindy's half-nude body was resting in the sand. He approached it and looked up. At least a dozen large coconuts hung at the top.

Tom had watched videos about people climbing palm trees. He joined his hands behind the tree and placed his foot against the trunk. It was difficult, not to hurt his skin on the rough edges in the bark. The one sock, he had left from his clothes, actually helped a bit. If he had his shirt, he thought, he could use it as a rope to connect his hands.

It took him a couple of minutes to figure out the right spot and technique. Suddenly, he got both feet against the trunk and managed to push himself up a bit, while bringing his hands up behind the tree. He took another step, and another one. It woked! He already was about five feet off the ground.

The joy about his success was interrupted by soft steps behind him on the sand. Tom looked over his shoulder and saw Cindy approaching with an evil smirk. Her eyes were locked below his streched out butt. The sudden presence of the mean bully had his focus back on his testicles. They currently hung below his horizontally streched legs, representing the lowest part of his body. His dick was stuck in between his thighs and left his balls fully exposed below. They must have hung right in front of her eyes.

Before he could react, she swung up her fist from below hard, right into his precious orbs, failing to hold back her giggle, before she even hit him. Weakened by the emasculating pain, Tom fell off the tree and landed hard on his back in the sand. Cindy stood over his head, the unrestricted view on her vagina and her large breasts from below abruptly getting him hard again.

"Would you get me something to drink, sweetie?", she said, her arrogant, expecting tone weirdly mixing into her somewhat cute giggle. It made him crazy, how she managed to envoke the full range of emotions in him. It just didn't make any sense, how badly he wanted to fuck, kiss and punch her at the same time, for the way she was acting and treating him in this situation.

"Over there, at the end of the valley, right in the jungle.", Tom mumbled reluctantly to avoid another humiliation, while slowly getting up. He kept his right hand tightly around his balls while she was close to him. Cindy just stared at him with narrow eyes. The cute giggle was gone. If she expected him to bring it to her, she would at least have to wait until he got his hands on one of these coconuts, he thought.

Tom decided to ignore her demanding stare. He turned back to the palm tree and carefully placed his balls im front of his thighs. By taking tiny steps and keeping his thighs together while wiggling up the trunk, he avoided his balls from falling down in between his legs. It worked, until he got too excited and took a step that was too large. His low-hanging nuts fell in between the opening of his thighs and swung from side to side below him.

Not even a single second passed, before Cindy's foot smashed into them with an audible smack. He was at about the same hight as before and the high kick was solidly performed. The girl quickly stepped out to the side while he fell down onto his back again. It was by far the most brutal kick so far and took the air out of his lungs, before he crashed onto the sand. The pain was brutal and almost made him puke.

"I'm not gonna say it again. Quit your whining and get me a drink.", her raging voice echoed through his head. He quickly nodded while clutching his balls with both hands. Tom tried to push himself up, but the pain radiating into his stomach kept him pinned on the floor. Cindy sighted and walked back to her spot.

It took Tom some time to recover from the last kick. When he was able to get up, he went back to the stream. How the fuck was he gonna bring her "a drink", he thought. What was she even thinking? If he tried to carry water in his hands, it was gone before he even got back on the beach. By rolling a large leaf into a kind of cone and securing it with both hands, he finally managed to carry a decent amount.

When he got back to Cindy, she greeted him with an arrogant but satisfied smile. As he couldn't hand the cone to the girl without releasing the water, Tom went down on one knee next to her and held it for her to drink. When he suddenly felt her small hand at his balls, he twitched and the cone opened. The water rushed down on her boobs and continued its way down her belly and crotch. Cindy squeaked from the surprising cold and squeezed his balls hard, making him join in with her surprised squeak.

"Idiot! Get another one.", the dripping wet, nude woman yelled at Tom while giving his balls another hard slap.

When Tom got back with the filled cone, he was ready for her hand at his balls and didn't spill the water. To his surprise, she just weighted and felt them in her hand and continued her way up to feel his cock, which stood at attention in an instant.

Tom had to walk four more rounds to get her enough water to drink and wash herself. For the rest of the day, he stayed away from her, but regulary checked, that she wasn't sneaking up on him. Finally, he could go back to his previous tasks and occupy his mind with the difficult tasks ahead. Soon, he had managed to collect a couple of coconuts. Over the rest of the day, he figured out a way to open them with a couple of large rocks. The hardest part was to remove the actual green fruit around the core. Cracking it them was rather easy. The liquid usually spilled on the sand, but the white mass on the inside of the hard shell satisfactorily filled his empty stomach a bit.

He also collected some stuff from the beach and jungle and crafted a small, about 6*3 feet large frame from wooden sticks, enforced with diagonal ones and attached to each other with long, thin and soft, but rather stable roots. One plant had exceptionally large leafs, and by streching these over the frame and rolling them in tightly around the sticks, he obtained a sun- and mostly waterproof small roof that could be leaned against or somehow attached to a tree. Tom was very proud of the result. It was a small step, but it was a step. The little brat spent her day shifting from the sun to the shade and back, from her back to her stomach and back, making sure that her body got tanned in balance.

When the sun set at the other end of the beach, Tom sat in front of the result of his hard work and watched Cindy take another bath in the ocean. She had taken off the shirt for the previous sun bath and her hot body was at full display in the water that reached until just under her crotch. He was rock hard again, like most of the day. Just one quick glance at her had him aroused and desperate for her touch.

Suddenly he noticed stacks of large clouds that built up at the horizon. They approached the island quickly and soon after, Tom saw lightnings under the dark storm clouds. Cindy had noticed the storm too and walked in his direction. Her waxed pussy elegantly moved from side to side with her swinging hips, bathed in the red light from the setting sun.

"Better have something prepared for that.", she pointed at the storm and went back to her spot. Tom was past the point, where he would get angry at her demanding attitude. Also, he was past the point, where he would doubt that his small, protective wall would keep anyone but Cindy dry. His balls still ached and he was not up for another one of her tandrums.

Submissively, he got up, picked up the frame and followed her to her desired spot. Tom was surprised, how fast the weather changed. The wind quickly picked up long before the clouds reached their location. He had to be careful with his wall. The way he had rolled in the large tough leafs around the frame, they could only really resist pressure from one side. Tom's attempts to secure the frame at a coconut tree with another long root failed due to the strong wind.

When Tom felt the first drop of rain on his skin, he panicked. Cindy was lying on her back, leaning on her elbows on the sand behind her and stared at him through narrow eyes. He had seen this face before, and he knew, what was about to come. She was a few seconds away to beat his nuts into oblivion.

Tom couldn't think of any way to quickly secure the frame, that it could endure the wind. To avoid her rage, he walked behind her, pressed the opposite side of the frame into the sand at her feet and held it up with both hands in direction of the sea, where the wind came from. He had hoped to hold it almost vertically to protect them both, but the force was too much for the frame and the leafs, some of which already looked loose.

Tom glanced down past his constantly hard dick at her curious face below, before he let down the frame. It was the first time, he had seen an expression on her that seemed somewhat sympathic. She almost seemed impressed by his efforts to shelter her. He let down the frame and leaned against it with his belly. The low angle of the frame reduced the force and created a small protective space in front of him, where Cindy was lying.

The young man was unbelivibly tense. He couldn't see the naughty brat or his exposed genitals which happened to be right next to each other right now. The rain picked up quickly and soon, the surprisingly warm water came down his face and chest like a water fall. A small puddle formed on one of the leafs and suddenly disappeared in a gap between them. The incoming water triggered a sharp punch into Tom's balls hanging in the protected space below. He gasped and almost dropped the frame.

The next punch came without an obvious reason. Then another one. Not very hard, almost playful. Tom leaned to the side and glanced under the frame. Cindy was on her knees, facing him, her legs slightly opened. Her left hand was in her crotch, playing with her pussy, while her right hand kept punching and slapping around Tom's balls in front of her face. The shift of balance by Tom's glance sent another trickle of water on her shoulder, resulting in another hard punch that almost sent him to his knees again.

Tom stood upright and put his focus on steadying the frame in a way, that no water was dripping through. Suddenly, he felt something warm and wet around the tip his rock hard cock, while her hand kept slapping, saueezing and punching his nuts. The surprising, intensive sensation made him moan loudly. She was actually giving him a blowjob and it felt just amazing.

The storm of sensations took over his body. The forceful wind and strong, warm, tropical rain dominated his upper body, while his cock and balls below were fully in control of the mean brat. Despite the amazing blowjob, he was extremely tense. It was so hard to believe that she was actually doing something nice to him, that he expected her popping his exposed balls for her pleasure any second.

He was about to come, when Cindy's loud moans exceeded the rushing of wind in his ears. When she audibly climaxed, her hand squeezed his balls hard and she took in his cock deeply. The sudden intensification of sensations on his genitals made him come hard, too. His knees shivered, while an insane orgasm shook his body.

Cindy swallowed his load, softly patted his balls in satisfaction and lay down to sleep instantly. Tom stood up against the storm and enjoyed the aftermath of the best blowjob of his life, hoping that he wouldn't have to stay in this position for the rest of the night.