Vanessa had been enjoying the trip to Indonesia when she was kidnaped. Walking alone on a warm muggy night on Bali they grabbed her from behind. She smelt the chemical odor of chloroform as she slipped into unconsciousness.
She first becomes aware of the rocking of the boat as her head clears. It is hot and stuffy in the dark hull of the fishing boat where she lay bond and sweaty. The smell of fish surrounds her with a heavy stink.
Outside the crew talks in a language unfamiliar to her. She decides immediately to be quiet it seems wise not to call attention to her be awake. She needs to think and plan.
The junior at Cal. State Univ. Hayward had taken the trip as a special treat that had now obvious taken a nasty turn. Her shorts and tee-shirt cling to her lanky sweaty body as her breasts heaved with each anxious breath.
After a few hours the hatch is opened and she is blinded by the bright light of the sun. One of the crew comes in as she trembles, fearful of what might happen next.
As she sits up she said, "Please don't hurt me," but her captor indicates he didn't understand. He offers her a drink of water and seems to show no intent of immediate harm to her. After inspecting her bindings he left her in the quiet of the hull.
Later she hears the crashing of waves on shore and the crew yells back to some distant shouts. Ten minutes later, she hears the crew moving on the deck and casing lines. Soon the hull creaks as the boat comes to rest against the dock.
About two minutes later the hatch is opened and two men come in motioning her to get up. They take her by the arms and bring her up on deck.
In the bright sunlight she can see that they are docked at a small island with many others scattered off into the distance. On the dock is a older woman with a guard. She is signaled by the woman to come off the boat. Seeing that she has few choices at this point she does so.
Vanessa's questions are met with only a short sharp command, "Come!" She is taken up to a large villa at the center of the island. Led inside the woman says something to the guard and he unbinds her. The woman then simply motions to a chair and says, "Sit."
They leave but the door clicks ominously as it is locked after their exit. As she sits in a rather comfortable chair the ceiling fan quietly whirs in a rather richly furnished room. The walls are white and the floor a red clay tile. The rugs are oriental and obviously very expensive.
After about fifteen minutes she hears quiet steps approaching the
door. With a load clack it is unlocked and a rather formal, tall,
gray haired man enters the room. He turns to look at her.
"Well, I see you have arrived unharmed, at least physically. I am
not going to apologize for your being kidnaped, it would be rather
disingenuous. He pauses and continues, "I had you nabbed for a
special reason but I wish to show you rather than tell you. I
enjoy the impact it has on a new recruit. Come.
They leave the room and walk down a quiet tiled hall. He opens a door to an open courtyard. At the center is a small walled enclosure. He motions her to the wall and she looks in. It is a shallow square pit and when she sees what is going on in it she gasps and turns to him and exclaims, "Oh my God, please no.
He laughs and says, "I rather like my pets and try hard to keep them happy. Every breeding season I have some girls brought here to make them happy and I rather like watching it. Don't be too fearful, some girls enjoy it and you will be let go when the season is ended. Though, if you are a virgin now, you won't be then. He smirks at the terrified girl.
She is given no opportunity to escape though she is quite sure no such opportunity would be of much help. She had no idea where she is and the other islands are a long way off. The woman returns with the guard and she is led to another room and told to strip. Her refusal leads to a forced disrobing that is only as rough as it needs to be.
She is forcefully led to the courtyard and taken through a heavy gate and down some steps to the floor of the enclosure. The enclosure has several barred gates around its perimeter. At its center there are two metal eye rings set about 40 cm. apart. They are set in the concrete floor in two holes in a 8 cm. thick mat. She is forced to lay face down with her narrow waist between them and as she tries to resist a strap is clipped to them and cinched tight across her waist.
Her arms and legs are left free. The mat has a nylon covering and seems to be made of a hard foam. As she strains against the strap on her waist, desperately pushing up with her arms she sees the man she had seen earlier watching her struggle.
She begs to be let go but it is of no use. Then she hears one gate
of on the holes on the side of the pit slide open. She looks back
over her shoulder to see the large creature thrust his head into the
enclosure. Then she screams.
She looks in despair at the man and he said, "Originally we had to dress
the girls in a fake lizard outfit and put on the appropriate pheromones
to induce breeding. But, Leo is a rather experienced old
beast. He is well fed and knows exactly what you are there
for. komodo dragons are rather gentle lovers.
Looking back again she watches over three meters of mature male komodo
monitor lizard emerge into the enclosure. His tongue flicks from
his mouth though his head is muzzled to avoid unnecessary risks.
She could see that his claws had been trimmed very short and the tips
filed to a blunt round point.
As the girl squirms on the mat he approaches slowly. His sole When
she feels the tongue flick at her calves she crosses her legs and
squeezes her thighs together. The touch progresses up her legs to
her thighs and then on her lower buttocks.
Despite her best efforts to close the ample gap between her lower
buttocks and upper thighs over her genital cleft the tongue easily
slipped up between them. The flicking tongue tastes her sweetness
brushing over the girl's labia.
The inspection is
brief. The reptile is short on foreplay and long on lust. He
begins to take her.
Walking over her he presses
down his weight to pin her as he would a female of his own
species. The rough skin of his belly rubs on the arch of her back
as she is forced down off her hands and now rests on her elbows.
His body crosses her's at
an angle with his lower abdomen pressing on the small of her back.
His right side presses against her left shoulder. The lizards hips
and thighs rest on her buttocks with the base of his tail and the cloaca
containing his genitalia positioned over the gap between buttocks and
thighs.
The lizard's left foot forces it way under her left leg and gripped her lower thigh. He rolls his weight to the right pulling her leg upward and forcing her legs open. The base of his tail is thrust between them, his tail jutting to the left between them, so she cannot reclose them.
To her surprise he isn't cool to the touch. The tropical lizard's body temperature is in the upper nineties like the air temperature and close to her own.
There is a wet slurp as the blunt penile organ emerges from his cloaca. The motile organ slips up into the gap and presses against her vaginal cleft. Wet with its own lubricants the ten cm. thick shaft probes at her, eager to mate with the desperately trashing girl.
With inexorable slowness her labia spread and her vaginal opening distends to let the lizard's massive maleness buries itself into her young unwilling body. She grunts with unexpected pleasure that coalesces with her pain as the thing burrows deep into her yielding genitalia.
As he takes her, she collapses on to the mat and surrenders herself to the male's lust. The reptilian organ thrust into the depths of the mammal's hot vaginal flesh.
Indifferent to her not being reptilian, the male mates with her enjoying her as he slowly grinds his hips. She feels his shaft pumping in and out of her as he repeatedly impales her helpless body. Her nipples harden against the mat as her own arousal builds on a primal level over which she had no will. Her small explosive animal grunts are forced from her throat each time the throbbing rod plunges into her.
The sweat runs from her body in the warm muggy air of late afternoon. With each thrust the tension builds like the a looming thunderstorm of the ITCZ that pounds the island in the wet season. Her insensate lust spans all boundaries meeting the male reptile's and twisting into a cyclone of flaming primordia force.
Her will is lost in the mindless copulation of the komodo dragon. For a moment there is only him and her as her arousal builds to a pinnacle and then tumbles over the edge in a wild orgasmic rage. She raises herself on her elbows, arching her back. Her mouth opens but no sound is heard as no sound could give meaning to her sexual fury.
The orgasms repeat in a heated cycle until the male ejaculates and finishes the mating. Over, several weeks the breeding continues as she in taken by the animal over and over again.
The alarm clock wakes Vanessa in the Jakarta hotel room. She comes from her slumber with a start in the unfamiliar room. There is a knock at the door and she hears the words, "Room Service. Opening the door she is confronted by a sumptuous breakfast that the porter says she ordered.
After the meal, she finds copies of letters she didn't remember writing and opened letters she didn't remember reading from her friends and parents. She is sitting confused, wondering if it had been a dream when she finds the note.
It said, "Again, I extent no apologies. It has been a lovely time and Leo really liked you. To the world you never disappeared and there is no proof beyond this note and a gift from Leo and myself whose source cannot be traced. Accept this small renumeration for your time and service." It is not signed.
Attached to the note is a bank statement from her small savings account that had taken a leap from three to five figures and underneath these is a one-way, first-class, plane ticket to San Francisco. She pauses and shook her head in disbelief. That afternoon the jet leaps into the air pressing her back into the seat. The air of unreality surrounds her as the stewardess came by offer refreshments and contemplate the unusual nature of her vacation thinking it wouldn't be all that bad if it happened again.