Chapter 1

 

Sheena Starkey was the popular presenter of a British TV survival programme with remarkably high ratings and it was obvious to everyone the overriding reason for the show's success was her very striking appearance. She always appeared in very brief, tight shorts which gave the viewer ample opportunity to enjoy her long slim bare legs and pert arse.

Admirers drooled over their TV screens.

She was voted rear of the year.

Rumours said Sheena had her arse insured for some astronomical sum.

Sheena was also a natural red head. It was that beautiful shade artists seem to like, russet rather than ginger. Her lustrous long tresses were often left to tumble round her shoulders; at other times they were tied up in a variety of styles sometimes braided or in plaits. She became a fashion icon, copied by thousands of women.

She was also blessed with an oval face that was unusually photogenic helped by her startlingly green eyes: a stunningly beautiful girl still in her early twenties.

Wading through swamps and cutting a path through dense jungle meant that Sheena got very dirty and dishevelled and her fans just loved it. Tramping through monsoon rains soaked her through and viewers got to see the outline of her big breasts and protruding nipples under her clinging shirt. There was much discussion on the Internet as to whether Sheena wore a bra.

In one notable episode, she'd dived into a pool of sparkling clean mountain water wearing just bra and pants. She washed her shirt and shorts by the old method of pummelling them with stones and left them to dry in the sun.

But in other episodes she appeared not to be wearing a bra so there was a view that she'd worn underwear just for the bathing scene.

Discussion about Sheena's assets and what she wore on screen was not confined to the male sex because she had quickly become a gay icon.

Ralph Mottram, her camera man, knew how to exploit Sheena's attractions, often filming her from below as she climbed trees or rope ladders so that her trim arse filled the screen. He showed off her bare legs, muscular but feminine. It wasn't difficult to show her to advantage. Her shirt was unbuttoned a long way down so there was plenty of cleavage to display. It was hard to point a camera at Sheena without delighting the viewers. And he was not indifferent himself.

He'd always been an arse man so he was in heaven- or hell.

In fact she was driving him mad with lust.

What Ralph knew and the viewers didn't was that Sheena Starkey could be a real bitch.

Much more happened at the pool that was ever shown on screen.

He knew she had to be a confident person to achieve what she accomplished but Ralph found her confidence bordered on arrogance. She looked at him down her nose as though he was some unpleasant reptilian creature they'd discovered in the rainforest.

Her haughty manner often created a frisson of desire in Ralph's loins and he spent a lot of time filming with a large bulge in his pants but she seemed disdainful, unapproachable when he longed to take advantage of their solitude to get on intimate terms.

His friends were always asking if he'd fucked Sheena yet.

He wondered if she was gay. Perhaps the idea wouldn't have occurred to him if he hadn't known about her legion of lesbian fans: were they picking up on some signals Sheena sent out.

She was often in the celebrity magazines and there was conjecture on their pages as to her sexual preferences.

Ralph longed to touch her body, especially her glorious tits and arse.

When she slept he stood near her and masturbated.

He'd only once seen her completely naked and he couldn't forget the occasion, not that he wanted to.

He'd filmed her bathing and washing her clothes wearing nothing but her underwear- the famous episode.

'Sod this,' she said. 'Stop filming Ralph.'

Obediently he put down his camera.

She undid her bra and pulled down her panties, tossing them onto the rocks.

'This water is just so fresh and clean it's bliss,' she said. 'Come on in.'

She didn't modestly cover her boobs with crossed arms like many girls would do; just let her hands stir the crystal clear water she'd recommended.

He saw her breasts were very large yet firm without support. Her nipples were classically teat shaped, circled with wide pink aureoles and the cold water made them stand proud. The water lapped just below her waist and he could see her abundant fox-red pubic hair.

Her skin looked very white like most red heads, and he knew it would be soft to touch. Yet she was an athletic, statuesque woman, six feet in height, with well toned muscles, no surplus flesh anywhere. He knew how hard she worked between series to keep herself super fit. The result was she looked like a fucking goddess. His cock twitched and climbed till it was upstanding again.

'Get your kit off Mottram. You stink like a skunk. Now's your chance to get clean.'

Ralph watched her swim across the pool, her tight white arse surfaced twice. He pulled off his shirt. Now his shorts... she would just have to see his erection.

She turned back to look at him but didn't make any comment about his jutting cock.

At least she would know how he felt about her after this, Ralph thought and he let himself drop into the water.

'God, you look gorgeous,' he told her.

'Thanks honey. Isn't this water wonderful? So refreshing.'

He got close and tried to kiss her.

'Ralph!' She pulled away.

'Sheena, please. I worship you.'

'I'm sorry. It's my fault. I shouldn't have stripped off.'

'You must know how I feel about you.'

'I didn't realise.'

'Ever since we first met.'

'We're colleagues. Best keep it that way.'

'No one need know if that's what you're worried about.'

'I don't want to complicate things. Let's keep it professional. We make a good team.'

Despite this, when Sheena came out of the water she lay on the rocks to dry herself still stark naked. Ralph's erection had subsided in the cold water. When he got out he put his trousers back on. The bitch! She knew how he felt yet she flaunted herself.

He walked round the pool and selected a rock beside her.

'Do you mind?' he asked as he sat down.

'I don't mind if you just look Ralph,' she said. 'No charge for that.'

'Christ Sheena. What do you think this is like for me?'

'What is it like for you Ralph? She teased. 'I thought you'd get sick of looking at me. You've got your camera on me all the time.'

'I could never get enough of you, Sheena.'

'But you like me better nude?'

'Sure I do. I've never seen a chick with such a stunning body.'

Sheena got up and flicked a pebble into the pool.

Ralph knew she was standing so he could get a better look at her. She had her back to him for a moment. He wanted to reach out and grab her perfect arse. She turned to face him, hands above her head to squeeze water from her long red hair, thrusting her hip towards him, standing like a model.

His hungry eyes devoured her gloriously uplifted tits.

He saw just a down of red hair in her white armpits.

They had been away from civilisation for six weeks. She hadn't been able to shave under her arms.

He was horny to a point where his face probably looked tortured.

'You can play with yourself if you want to. I don't mind that.' She stepped a little closer, looking imperious.

'Oh, please!'

He was stiff again.

He shed his pants and grasped his cock with his fist.

Sheena took another step so she was almost standing over him. Her green eyes held his as he began to wank.

'Naughty boy,' she laughed.

'This isn't the first time.'

'What do you mean?'

'It's not the first time I've jerked off looking at you.'

'How come?'

'When you're asleep I get it out.'

'You're a very, very naughty boy.'

Sheena stretched out her shapely right leg and her foot pushed his hand away. She began to stroke his dick with her toes. He felt he would cum too soon and fought against it. But he couldn't avoid staring up at her pussy. Her labia seemed to pout, they were fleshy and prominent. Her bush still had drops of water resting in the red curls.

'What a lovely fucking cunt,' he said to himself.

He could feel her toenails scratching his upright shaft.

He couldn't stand the frustration a moment longer and he stood up, tripped Sheena and pulled her down to lie on her back. How dare she look down on him like he was scum.

'Stop it! Fuck off Ralph! Let me go.'

But he held her down, her arms pinioned above her head.

They were both strong.

'Bitch!'

Viewers forgot the cameraman had to endure the same physical challenges as the star of the show. He was not as tall as Sheena but more powerful in his upper body.

Despite her wriggling and kicking he managed to get his cock inside her and she screamed in protest.

'Get off me you asshole. I hate you. You'll never work again after this.'

She fought him furiously and he had trouble holding her down. She managed to push him so hard with her knees his cock slipped out and he had to part her thighs again and ram his dick home. He felt her tits squash under his chest and he wanted to fondle them but he had to keep his hands on hers.

He wanted to kiss her but knew she'd bite his mouth and draw blood.

'Keep still, you fucking bitch. You know you want it.'

'Not if you were the last man on earth, slime ball,' she screamed.

'We'll see about that.'

Summoning all his strength, Ralph got her to her feet and dragged her over to where they'd left their packs and equipment. He picked up a machete like knife from his backpack along with a coil of rope, pulled Sheena over to the trees and undergrowth, and tied her by the wrists to a branch so that her bare toes were just touching the ground.

Ralph went to work fondling and feeling the firm, curvy young body he'd longed for since they'd first met. She kicked out and nearly caught him in the balls. She rained down curses on him.

He cut more rope and tied her ankles together.

He went back for her shirt and tore a piece off to improvise a gag, tying the strip of material behind her neck.

He searched for a whippy branch and found one to make an ideal whip.

Sheena Starkey, renowned celebrity and one of the sexiest women on the planet, was totally at his mercy. His dick was ramrod stiff.

He was in no hurry now.

He dropped the whip to use both hands to feel the contours of her arse, relishing the smoothness of her perfectly symmetrical globes, poking a finger between them to penetrate her tight little anus.

She grunted in protest but only muffled sounds reached Ralph's ears. He inserted more fingers, stretched her anal passage and finger fucked her vigorously.

When he pulled out his fingers he smeared her shit across her tits.

Then he picked up his switch and drew it back a distance, judging his aim carefully. He whipped her across both white cheeks and took pleasure in seeing a bright red welt make an instant appearance.

'There, you fucking whore,' he said, 'that'll teach you to belittle me. I'll show you who is boss.'

He gave her arse a sound thrashing with the switch until her white butt was decorated with crimson stripes, some oozing blood where they crossed. He moved to target the backs of her thighs and flogged her with gusto. The muffled groans continued as she could not speak through the material stuffed in her mouth.

Ralph stood back, hands on hips, cock erect, whip still in his right hand, and looked at his prize.

Sweat gave sheen to her magnificent body, collecting particularly between her breasts, her hair was wet and dishevelled and tears fell from her eyes.

Her milky white tits were rising and falling with her heavy breathing, tempting him to whip her there. He plucked her nipples and pulled them hard so they stood to attention.

At that point he was seized by the desire to humiliate her further and went back to his pack for his scissors.

He grabbed her long hair and snipped off swathes as if he was shearing a sheep, her red curls falling softly around her feet, some sticking on her sweaty body. He cut closer and closer to her skull until only tufts remained like a field when the corn has been harvested.

He brought his cut throat razor and a block of green household soap. He wet the soap in the pool and then smeared the bar across her head. The razor was applied but he shaved her roughly, cutting her scalp in places, making her bleed, until not a trace of her crowning glory remained.

Then he trimmed her bush with the scissors before shaving her pussy with the razor.

When Ralph had finished there was no sign that Sheena had ever been auburn haired.

Her face had such regular feminine features that she was still attractive despite his defilement of her.

He untied her gag.

'Now call me master,' he ordered.

'Never!' She spat at him accurately and he wiped away her saliva.

'We'll see,' he replied. 'It's only a matter of time.'

He replaced her gag and tied it tighter.

Ralph picked up his switch and stood in front of Sheena.

Her green eyes bored into him with a mixture of fear and defiance. She seemed to know what he was about to do.

He drew back his instrument of punishment and struck her hard across her unprotected breasts, once, twice; her boobs twitched and jolted with the force; raised welts were left on tender young flesh. He laid it on as hard as he could though his arm was beginning to tire, concentrating on one breast before moving to the other until both were ravaged and torn. He moved back so he could flick the end of the whip to strike her nipples knowing the severe pain this would produce.

Then, gradually, the fight seemed to leave Sheena's body.

She hung more limply, hardly reacting to the lashes across her chest.

He untied her gag, then the ropes that bound her to the branch. She slumped to the ground sobbing bitterly.

'Call me master,' he demanded.

Her voice sounded weak, her manner resigned.

'Master,' she said.

'That's better. And what are you?'

'A slut and a whore, sir.'

'What use are you?'

'Please master...what do you want me to say?'

She was totally abject, defeated.

'Say you're my fuck slave,' he ordered.

'I'm your fuck slave, master.'

'I suppose you want me to fuck you now?'

'Please Ralph...master...' she corrected herself. 'Please let me drink.'

'Crawl over to the pool.'

Sheena obeyed him but she could only slither across the rocks slowly and stiffly, clearly in great pain like some wounded crocodile. Ralph savoured the stripes across her buttocks and thighs which had not even begun to fade.

Ralph stood over her as she cupped the water and drank deeply. Then he extended a foot and pushed her into the pool.

'Better clean yourself up bitch.'

When she was in the water, Ralph gathered up her clothes and put them in his pack. He would keep her naked.