LeRoy Alger

© Copyright LeRoy Alger, 2025

Chapter 1

Max opened his eyes to the brightness of the sun beating down on his face. Disoriented, he mustered only a squint, trying to find his friends. He felt a brush against his leg. It was his girlfriend Jenny laying face down in the sand. He wanted to turn her over. As he moved, he saw his friends Tom and Sandy laying close to him about four feet from each other. The only person missing was Mindy.

He muttered, hoping he was loud enough to be heard, "Mindy?" Not sure if any sound was coming from his mouth, he continued saying her name again and again until he knew he was speaking. She didn't respond.

Jenny sat up, trying to help him find her across the sand. "Over there," she faintly pointed. "She's at the edge of the water."

Max only managed a crawling position as he struggled toward his friend. Jenny, however, could finally stand and stumble to where Mindy was laying and shook her. After a few shakes, Mindy came to and looked her friend square in the eyes. A mere groan escaped her lips. "What the..."

"I don't know," Jenny admitted. "What the hell happened?" She was as clueless as the rest of the group. Everyone was alive. That was a start. No one appeared to suffer any serious injury.

"That storm came out of nowhere," Max confirmed. He pointed toward the water a few hundred yards down the beach. The bottom of their boat partially stuck out of the water. Only the stern was visible. "I have no idea where we are or what happened," he admitted. "At least we found land. We could have been floating for days. Anyone remember our last bearings?"

"I wasn't paying any attention," Mindy added. "One minute I was slaying on the deck, the next I knew Max was screaming and an enormous wave came over the front of the boat. That's the last thing I remember."

"We can't be far from the mainland," Tom interjected. "We weren't out that long. We can't be more than a few miles from shore."

"I have to disagree," Sandy added. "We sat behind Max for at least a half an hour, then Mindy and I went to the deck and started sunbathing. I bet we were there at least an hour before Jenny joined us. You two get talking and don't realize how much time passes."

"We could be 50 miles from the mainland," Max thought. "That doesn't consider how far we drifted once that wave hit us."

"That doesn't matter," Tom jumped angrily. "We need to figure out where the hell we are and get some help. By the position of the sun, that is west," he pointed into the water. "That makes us on the western shore of something." Looking both directions, he could see beach as far as the eye could see. "This has to be an island. But where? There were no islands on our projected course."

"Does anyone have a plan?" Sandy complained. "We are naked, have no food, no clothes, and no idea where we are. I'm scared."

"Your clothes are on the boat," Max assured. "Maybe Tom and I can swim out there to see what we can salvage. I'll grab the map and figure out where we are. Maybe we will get lucky and the radio works. We may find some clothes and maybe some food."

"Hey, braniac!" Jenny interrupted. "We weren't planning on being gone this long. I only packed some snacks and booze. Remember, it was going to be an afternoon cruise?" She emphasized the word 'afternoon.' "And, I don't know about any of you, but when we left land, all I had was a t-shirt, my bathing suit and a pair of sandals. That was all the clothes I brought with me."

The guys wore swimming while Mindy and Sandy were naked. Before the storm, they sunbathed nude on the boat's deck to prevent tan lines. Jenny had bikini bottoms on, but was topless. Their clothes lay next to them on the deck until they capsized. Most likely any clothing washed away.

"At least we will provide a pleasant welcome to whoever rescues us with no clothes," Mindy jested, trying to lighten the mood. Then she started crying. "What the fuck?" she moaned. "What if we never get rescued?"

"Mindy," Tom barked. "It's going to be fine. Just give us a chance to get this figured out." He then motioned for Max to follow him into the water to see what they could find on the boat. The girls watched anxiously. Wading into the ocean a few hundred feet, it quickly got deep. They dove into the water and swam the rest of the way to the capsized boat. The initial observation revealed the roof of the cabin missing and the cockpit badly destroyed. Only a T-shirt and flip-flop as found.

"I guess they can fight over the t-shirt," Tom jested. "Not sure who will get the flip-flop." They moved from inside the boat and held on to contemplate their next move. "Our only option now is to look for life on this island."

"If this is an island," Max added. "None of this makes sense. How can all five of us get knocked out long enough to not know where we are? I don't remember seeing any islands on the map or GPS where we were."

"We could have floated a few miles off course in any direction," Tom interjected. "It depends how strong that storm really was. It doesn't take too much to go off course in a short amount of time. We also don't know how long we were floating and none of us remember exactly what happened. I think my idea of trying to find help is our only option. Or we can walk the shoreline to get some bearings and maybe figure out where we are. We also might want to move inland if we can. Maybe we will get lucky and find someone that can help us."

"I am sure once Jenny's mom hasn't heard from us in a few hours she will send the Coast Guard, Navy and National Guard out looking for us." They both laughed at the suggestion. Max then included, "she may even have the President on the phone trying to help."

They swam back to shore telling the girls they found nothing helpful, except a t-shirt and flip-flop, of course. The plan was to split up, walk the shoreline in both directions, then move inland if they found nothing. If there was life on the island, they could then get help to return home.

The position of the sun suggested that it was late afternoon. They couldn't be sure because it disoriented them in their directions. It appeared the sun was setting. Tom suggested he and Sandy walk to the north, while Max, Jenny, and Mindy walk to the south.

"We need to stay together," Mindy objected. "What if something happens, and we get lost or separated? We are better in a group than splintered."

Tom and Max looked at each other and nodded in agreement. Maybe it was better to stay together. It seemed they had walked for a long time, with no success. Walking in the soft sand was difficult and did not allow for them to make good time. Sandy and Jenny began complaining their calves were hurting from walking. The landscape did not give a sign whether they were on a mainland or island. After about an hour, they decided there was nothing in the direction they were going. Max stopped and turn back.

"We need an evening plan," Max introduced. "The sun is going down and we will need shelter for the night. All this walking isn't helping the fact we are all hungry and thirsty, either. My muscles are aching from dehydration and the heat. I think we need to stop and make camp."

"I don't like any of this," Mindy complained. "Aren't you guys scared? I can't go much longer with no food. What if it gets cold when the sun goes down? I'm fucking naked. You all have someone to keep you warm."

The girls comforted her while the guys stepped away, trying to figure out what to do next. Building a fire would satisfy the possibility of a chilly night and would trigger their location to anyone in the surrounding area. It solved two problems. Looking to the north, another storm looked like it was brewing. To the west, the sun was rapidly sinking into the horizon. They needed shelter and a fire.

When the guys returned, Sandy wondered, "what are we going to do if we can't find anyone or no one finds us? We'll starve."

"Seriously," Jenny agreed. "What are we going to do if we can't find anyone? We have no clothes, not a bit of food and don't know where the hell we are."

"We will figure something out, sweetheart," Max assured. "We weren't that far out. I am sure we were only a few miles from shore when the storm hit."

"I think we were more than a few miles," Tom admitted. "I will bet we were more like 50 miles out. We could be anywhere. Like I said before, we don't know how far off course that storm threw us. We could be anywhere depending on which direction we floated."

His words did not comfort the group. The boat could handle the rougher waters of the ocean. He was always sensitive to changes in the weather and always headed back to shore if he felt something was stirring. Nearly every time they went on an afternoon cruise, they took the same route. He was very familiar with the area they visited, dropped anchor, and partied. They tried to take the trips when everyone's schedules worked out to go. This trip was a 3-day holiday weekend because of Fourth of July.

Unfortunately, none of them knew how dire their situation was. The storm took them so far off course they ended up in a place they never traveled before. They drifted for miles after they capsized. The wind blew the boat to its current position on a small sandbar near the island shore. Tired and disoriented, they struggled to swim to shore and passed out from exhaustion on the small island in the middle of the ocean. Little did they know they were being watched. Above the dune, only yards from them, was a street and area that housed the security personnel of the island. Their lives were about to be changed forever.

Chapter 2

Max and Tom disappeared into the deep brush to find something to use for a fire and shelter. They returned with palm branches and twigs. Max started building a fire while Tom tried to build something to cover them in case the storm moved south. Dusk quickly turned to complete darkness. The air got cool from the breeze off the ocean even though it was July. A lean-to was all Tom could create, and it wasn't very stable. Hopefully, it was enough to protect them from the elements. The fire wasn't any more successful. Max could not seem to get anything going with the wind blowing.

"Can't you rub two sticks together or something?" Mandy commented. "You watched that reality show where the people were naked in the jungle. Didn't you learn to start a fire?"

"And he was a scout," Jenny interjected. "The "TOP" scout," she mocked.

Max scuffed at her and continued to work on getting heat. He did, however, take her words to heart. At one time, he could use two sticks to start a fire. Finding some fuzzy brush in the sand, maybe it was moss, he put it under some small twigs and started a fire with two sticks.

"Finally," Mindy shouted. "Now find me some food. I'm starving."

"I'm afraid we won't be able to eat anything until the sun comes up in the morning," Tom admitted. He was also hungry, but also realistic about what they were facing. He put his arm around Mindy and pulled her close to him. Sandy moved close to her boyfriend and pulled his other arm over her and nestled into him. She wasn't as thin as the other girls. In fact, she was 'thick' in some opinions. Her height made her look heavier than she really was. Only five feet, two inches, she had some extra rolls and a butt that had a good jiggle to it. Her breasts were very large and round. Long dirty blonde hair nearly touched the crack of her ass. Tom loved her body and had been since they first met in English class fifteen years before. He was just shy of six feet tall. His slender form made his long penis look even longer and thicker. Sandy loved having sex with him, and he loved it equally in return with her. They had a lot of chemistry and history between them, making for a great, loving relationship.

Sandy moved her hand down to Tom's thigh. His cock began growing instantly. She giggled, reaching inside his suit and taking it in her hand. It became rock hard.

Mindy was observing what was happening. "What's going on?" she joked. "Get a room!"

"My hand has been in there less than ten seconds and your alarm goes off?" Sandy teased.

"I'm sitting right here, Sandy. It's not like I can't see what you are doing, even in the dark."

"It's not like you haven't seen his dick before," Sandy replied. "Besides, I'm scared and really, really stressed. A little cock might make me feel better."

"A little cock will make anyone feel better," Mindy jested. "It always makes me feel better."

"Then why don't you give her a hand?" Tom joked. "I don't mind."

Mindy accepted the invitation. "Take your pants off," she suggested. Lifting his hips, he took his swimsuit off and sat naked next to them in the sand. The girls took ahold of his cock and began stroking in unison. He was enjoying the attention as a bit of a stress reliever himself. Sandy moved from his embrace and took his cock into her mouth. She licked the tip with her tongue, then slid it down her throat. With no gag-reflex, she could take all nine inches into her mouth. When it was all the way in, she could slide her tongue out and lick his balls.

Mindy repositioned herself so she could passionately kiss Tom and slide her fingers inside Sandy's pussy. It was dripping wet, as was her own. She slid two fingers into her own wetness as she worked on her friend.

Jenny watched without being obvious. She was staring. She wasn't sure how she felt about them having sex, considering the situation they were in. Max fell asleep next to her. She focused her attention on the moving flames to distract her. Until Sandy climbed onto Tom's cock and was riding him, reverse cowgirl while Mindy fingered how own pussy and sucked Sandy's nipples. It was more than she could bear to watch. Her own pussy dampened in her bikini bottoms. She knew Sandy and Mindy had threesomes with Tom frequently. She wasn't shocked at that as much as she was under the circumstances. Sandy and Mindy also had a sexual relationship on the side of Tom. It was never something she witnessed firsthand until now. She could clearly see Mindy with her legs spread wide and her fingers buried in her bald pussy as she sucked her friend's nipple into her mouth.

It was impossible to avoid watching them. Excitement built in her own body. Max slept next to her. She was also stressed from the past hours and thought she could use a bit of a release as well. Masturbating somewhere besides the privacy of her own home was not something she ever did. Now she had to decide if she would wake Max up and fuck him, masturbate, or join her friends. Masturbating was the quickest choice, and she crawled away from her boyfriend to get a better view of her friends. Sliding her fingers down to her own pussy, she began working across her hairy mound and into her dripping snatch. Her heart raced as she slid two, then three fingers into her pussy.

Mindy moved from fingering herself to sitting on Tom's face. She rocked back and forth on his face while her friend feverishly slid his cock in and out of her. Jenny tilted her head back as an orgasm flowed over her. Max remained asleep.

"Do not move, any of you," a voice with a strange accent called from outside the light of the fire. Before anyone could react, an unknown number of people entered the circle and took charge of the friends. They pushed each of the five face down on the ground. A hood slid over each of their heads while they bound their hands behind their backs. They forced the three girls to their feet and quickly shuffled away from the fire and into the darkness. They led each girl down a dirt path with powerful hands. Tripping several times, the girls tried to maintain balance and speed as someone forcefully escorted them away. Suddenly, they came to an abrupt stop. Rustling and faint voices muffled through the hoods. They untied their hands from behind their backs, then they stretched away their right arm from their body and above their head. It was repeated with the left arm. They then pulled apart and tied their legs at the ankles. The pressure of unfinished wood pressed against their backs. The darkness created confusion and disorientation of their senses. Jenny felt someone tug at her bikini bottoms and, in an instant, they stripped her of them. They bound the three friends spread-eagled and naked in the position of an 'X'. Their arms and legs pulled taut away from their torsos. Voices, all female, swarmed around them. It sounded like a large group of people. Sometimes the voices moved close, then became faint again. It was difficult to understand what anyone was saying. The dialect was something other than American.

Chapter 3

Tom lived in south Florida where he was an accountant at a small family firm run by his father and brother. They allowed him in for no other reason than pity and to monitor him. He spent his college years partying with little focus on education. His brother adamantly tried convincing their dad to not make him a partner. Strangely, after working with his dad, he straightened up and took his work seriously. The firm became successful as he took part more in the business by attracting new high-profile clients. Most were frat buddies who, unlike Tom, paid attention to their education and became a successful businessman after graduation. This helped Tom climb the ladder in the company and win the favor of his dad and eventually, his brother. Taking life more seriously, he bought a house in a gated community, drove an expensive sports car and owned the 75-foot sports cruiser yacht he and his friends took out the afternoon of the storm. Best of all, he took care of the girl of his dreams. Sandy was his girlfriend since junior high school. Except for his first year of college, they lived together for their entire adult life. Marriage never really come into the conversation after 8 years in the same house and that was completely fine with Tom. His thought was there was no need to wreck a good thing.

Sandy also worked for her father. She was a project manager for his manufacturing company. Long hours and traveling let their relationship remain fresh because they were apart for weeks and often months at a time. She was in China for three months returning only the week before. Her love for Tom was incredible. She looked at him and melted at his pure sexiness. His body was spectacular, and his 9-inch cock made her want to fuck him all the time. Even though he was a partier through college and didn't take life seriously, he always took good care of her. There were no wants in her life with him. Together, they were a happy couple.

Mindy, one of Sandy's two best friends, lived with her and Tom for three years. Tom met her at a college party and suggested a threesome with he and his girlfriend. She happily agreed. That night he brought her home and they fucked until the early morning. For a few years, she was their booty call until Sandy suggested she move in with them. Many people, including her friends, considered her a slut. She didn't deny it. Sex was one of her favorite activities of all time. A few months into their roommate situation, she and Sandy started playing without Tom. She never had sex with Tom without Sandy present. It was always a threesome or her and Sandy.

Her breasts were fake with pierced nipples that sported golden rings. She had long blonde hair that was to the middle of her back. Laser treatment removed her pubic hair making her skin silky smooth where she sported a gold, vertical hood piercing. To finish off the stereotype, her back displayed a butterfly tramp-stamp with hearts surrounding it as well as the traditional belly button piercing with the long shiny dangling jewelry.

Jenny was Sandy's other best friend. They grew up on the same street and friends since kindergarten. Their families were best friends, taking vacations together and spending summer nights around the bonfire at the lake house. Every life experience they experienced together. After high school they attended the same university. They were roommates until Sandy and Tom moved in together sophomore year of college. Jenny was conservative during college, avoiding the parties and focusing on her education to become a teacher. She lived alone in a one-bedroom apartment paid for by her mother. It was more a way to control her than be helpful. Jenny and her mother did not get along and college was an escape from the hell she lived at home.

Tom introduced Jenny to Max when she needed a date to the spring formal. The guys had classes together and many of the same friends in college. Max was studying marketing and became a talent agent for an entertainment company in southern Florida. He was aggressive and confident in his desire to be successful. Sometimes that caused friction between him and Tom because like Jenny, he took his education serious. Graduating the top of his class, he left college with an immediate position with his current company.

A few weeks after the spring formal he asked Jenny on a second date. That night she had too much to drink and Max took her home to take care of her. The following morning, she was shocked to learn he didn't take advantage of her in her vulnerable state. Being impressed, she chose to reward him after breakfast with a morning of passionate sex. Their relationship intensified through college but they chose to not live with each other to focus on school. After graduation they bought a house and moved in together. A few years later, he asked her to marry him. She happily accepted. The wedding was less than a year away.

Independence Day created a four-day weekend. Tom suggested they take the boat out for the afternoon. Everyone's schedule worked out so they could all go. When they returned, they'd stay at his house and enjoy drinks and a bonfire on the beach. School was out for the summer, so Jenny worked as a bartender during the off-season. She was scheduled to work part of the weekend but had one day off. That was the day Tom suggested they take the boat out. The rest of the gang had the entire weekend off.

After lunch, everyone met at the marina and headed east from the southeastern shore of Florida. Tom typically took the same course every time. He liked to travel far enough away from shore to be out of normal recreational boating paths. It was just before the freighter shipping lanes that travelled from New England to the south Atlantic and vice versa. He called it 'the sweet spot'. The girls liked to sunbathe nude and this made them feel like they could be free of gawkers that could happen along. Mindy and Sandy were usually naked before they couldn't see land anymore. Jenny kept her bottoms on most all the time.

Growing up on boats, Tom was sensitive to instability in the atmosphere indicating weather concerns and ultimately their safety, even in a 75-foot craft. His father and brother had a larger boat his dad bought when the boys were still young. He spent his teen years learning about the sea from his dad. Knowing what to look for in the skies was critical when one was a great distance from shore.

The sun was bright with a light wind. There was no indication anything other than a beautiful 85-degree day was in store. They were anchored in Tom's favorite spot for most of the afternoon. The girls were drinking and sunbathing, while the guys were drinking and relaxing in the cabin. Tom had a bit more to drink than usual. A rough week at work wore on his nerves. Deep in conversation, he didn't notice the storm forming to the northwest. The girls fell asleep on the deck and didn't see the black cloud approaching. Within a short time, the wind kicked up causing the boat to start rocking in the heavy wake. When Tom realized what was happening the storm was on top of them throwing the boat in different directions. He started the motors and tried to outrun it but was too late. A huge wave came across the bow of the boat lifting it almost vertical on the stern. The boat sunk into the wake as another wave came across the port side capsizing it. Mindy and Sandy were thrown into the water while Max and Tom bounced inside the cabin and were knocked out. Jenny managed to grab two flotation devices and bring her girlfriends in close enough to grab the side of the boat. Max came to, brought Tom to consciousness and pulled the three girls inside the cabin of the boat. An air pocket formed allowing them to breathe. He wrapped seat cushions on their arms to help them float as the boat continued to toss and turn.

Max tried to stay alert as everyone else passed out from exhaustion. He had them in a position of safety until he could no longer stay awake. The boat drifted, upside down, for over 20 miles until it struck the sandbar off the western coast of Femme Island. Disoriented, Max got everyone to the beach where they lay for over an hour. When he woke up, he couldn't remember what happened. He was as confused as the rest.