Part I

You always hear stories about people who are lost at sea during a
horrendous storm and find themselves alive and virtually in perfect health
upon the beach of some unknown exotic and tropical island – and of course it
is perfectly and utterly uninhabited by humans. And you always wish it to
happen to you – especially on a hard day after work or at school.

Wouldn't it be great…hmmm, how funny - I have a story for you!

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"Attention. Flight 365 to New Zealand is now boarding at gate 65B.
Attention. Flight 365 to New Zealand is now boarding at gate 65B. Thank
you." I hear a woman's voice announce over the loud speakers and nervously,
I stand from my seat and picking up my backpack from the floor, I make my
way to gate 65B to board my jet headed for New Zealand.

I have had a hell of a week and my boss told me to take a few weeks off
and he generously booked me a flight to New Zealand – with pay! I was
shocked when he handed me the tickets before I left to go home for the day
after my workday had ended.

I wait in line to hand the attendant my ticket, shifting my feet back and
forth nervously as one by one, passengers hand their tickets over and enter
the hall leading to the jet we are to board.

Finally I am next and I step forward and am greeted by the tall slender
blue eyed flight attendant and I hand her my ticket and she returns part of
it to me. And terrified out of my wits, because this is my first air flight
ever, I make my way down the hall and rounding a soft turn, I come to
doorway of the jet, another flight attendant who immediately greets me and
greeting her in return, and noticing my great nervousness, she smiles and
offers to lead me to my seat and I wholeheartedly accept with an awkward
smile.

She stops at a seat in first class – score!! And offers to place my
backpack in the above compartment for me and if I would like something to
drink to calm my nerves.

"Oh yes please!" I exclaim thankfully as I sit down in my seat, handing my
backpack to her and placing my bag in the above head compartment, she asks
me what I would like.

I ask for a wild berry wine cooler for starters and something to eat with
it. And with my request, she tells me she will bring my drink as soon as
possible and to buckle before the jest takes off.

I quickly thank her before she leaves to show the other boarding
passengers to their seats.

I buckle my belt and I wait anxiously for the flight attendant to bring my
drink before the flight takes off and finally after what seems forever, the
flight attendant returns with my drink and a nice bowl of strawberries which
she tells me would go nicely with what I drink.

By the time I finish my drink and half the strawberries, the jet moves
from its place on the tarmac and begins its way toward the runway. And
before we are about to take off, the attendants remove all glasses and such
to the kitchens.

And then, with the revving of the engines of the jet, I am instantly pushed
back into my seat as the jet begins its way down the runway, the G forces
forcing me back into me seat, holding to the armrests with white knuckled
hands and the only thing that comes to my mind is "OH MY GOD!"

Minutes pass and the jet levels off and I can finally sit forward from my
seat, the G forces slowly ebbing away as the jet right's itself and enters
its path of flight to New Zealand.

About thirty minutes into the flight, the pilot announces that we are
headed for our destination and how long it will take to get there. And then
the light comes on that says that we may unbuckle our safety belts for the
meantime. I unbuckle only to stand and retrieve my backpack from the
overhead compartment for my CD player, a few CD's and something to read for
a little while.

A few hours into the flight, I sit half asleep as I listen to my music and
suddenly I gasp with fright as the jet feels to drop from under me – like it
was falling from the sky only momentarily. I instantly open my eyes and
grasp tightly to armrests of my seat as terror unlike I have ever felt
before fills me.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please return to your seats and fasten your safety
belts – quickly!" I hear the pilot exclaim aloud over the cries, screams and
loud gasps as the jet quakes violently.

Instantly…I faint.

The jet quickly looses altitude, headed for the Pacific Ocean some 200
miles out from mainland America. The pilot and co-pilot fight to keep the
jet steady and from loosing any more air, but in vein.

Closer and closer the jet grows to the dark sea, the passengers cry and
scream in terror as they enter the described crash procedure positions and
within moments, the belly of the jet touches the water but suddenly
something goes wrong and it begins to tumble end over end – breaking up into
pieces as the jet moves over the water.

And all falls silent except the sounds of fire burning on the surface of
the water and the lapping of water against the still floating sections of
the jet. There are not any signs of life – no coughing for air, crying,
screaming for help…nothing.

Part II

The seas are calm, no storm bashing the beaches with thrashing waves –
there was no storm. What a surprise…you always hear that it was a storm that
sent the plane crashing to the planet.

The last thing I remember is the quaking of the plane and the pilot
informing us to get to our seats and quickly buckle our safety belts and
then, I slipped into the black of unconsciousness.

Suddenly I wake with a gasp, tears falling from my eyes as I sit straight
up, eyes open wide. I look about me in fear as I find myself lying in a bed,
a soft black blanket lying over me, my clothes removed and I lie totally
naked in the bed. Quickly, I pull the blanket about me and hold it to my
chest as I begin to look about my new surroundings.

I find myself in a strange looking room of some kind, black metal
walls…somehow…someway, this all looks so familiar – like I have seen all
this before somewhere. I am filled with awe and confusion as I look about me
at the walls, the nearby table and chairs, and how immaculately clean and
sparse of personal possessions the room looks. And I notice that there is a
very dark feeling about the place – almost evil.

Placing my feet upon the floor, I instantly wince as I feel the icy touch
of cold metal against my bare feet. Then carefully holding the blanket about
my naked body, I slowly stand to me feet and I begin to look about for
something to wear. I look every where; unable to find a closet or
compartments that might have clothing in it that I can wear. I let out a
loud sigh and turning to return to the bed, I cry out with fright and terror
as I feel hands grasp hold of my waist and pull me back before I could move
forward. Immediately, I feel myself up against the front of a hard,
noticeably muscular – and male, body behind me.

I cannot move, I cannot breathe, I cannot think – I am frozen with terror
as I feel his hands hold to my sides, his hands slowly slipping about me,
running over my stomach where his hands meet. And finally, I begin to cry.

Shock finally takes me and I begin to tremble in his arms, sobbing
uncontrollably and before I know it, I have my hand on his upon my stomach,
my head lying back against him as I hold the blanket about me with my other
arm. It becomes so bad that suddenly I faint in his arms, but I can feel his
arms hold me tightly to him as I slip into unconsciousness.

I remember…the crash, waking up in the strange room and the man who took
hold of me from behind and held to me surprisingly with such gentleness as I
finally broke and began to cry – until I fainted from shock.

I wake to the wonderful smell of food and finally opening my eyes, my
mouth watering and my stomach grumbling with hunger, I look about me and I
find a plate of steaming food upon the small table not far away, a cup and
an already empty plate sitting across from it on the table. HE must have
eaten already and left me something to eat.

I slowly get up from the bed but instantly I wince in pain as I feel the
burn of a wound I had received when the jet crashed and had not felt it
until just now. No matter. A little pain will not keep me from eating.
Gritting my teeth against the pain, I make my way over to the table, holding
the blanket about my still naked body and sitting down in the chair before
the plate of food, I take the fork-looking utensil in my right hand and
begin to eat.

I have not tasted any type of food as I do now – bland, but not enough
that you cannot taste what you are eating, and the textures are a bit
different. And taking the cup into my left hand, I take a slow deep drink
and find the drink to be sweet, but not too sweet as soda would be, and it
has a nice spice to it and it is cool as it goes down my throat.

I try to slowly down as I eat, but my hunger tells me otherwise, yet, I do
try not to make a pig out of myself as I finish the last of my food. And as
I take the last bit of my drink into my mouth, I suddenly feel as though I
am being watched and I can even sense whoever it is is not very far from me,
just behind me.

I shudder suddenly, the hairs on the back of my neck and on my forearms
rising as I also feel the darkness grow with intensity and surround me –
filling the room. I turn my eyes to see who it is and I instantly gasp with
fright as I find a man dressed in total black, arms crossed across his
chest, leaning up against the inside of a door on his right shoulder, a deep
black hood upon his head, the shadows of the hood hiding his face…except a
pair of intense glowing golden yellow and red eyes.

I find his eyes dangerous, no real noticeable emotion and very seductive
to me. My breath catches in my throat as I feel his eyes look upon me,
burning me where his eyes look, feeling as though he is looking straight
into my very soul – seeing all that I am like I am an open book to him.

I suddenly hear him chuckle, a sound that sends shivers to run up my
spine.

I cannot take my eyes from his, as if I am in a trance and I am drowning
in the fire of his beautiful eyes.

"* Stand – let me see you. *" I hear a most dark, liquid silk male voice
in my mind, making my insides throb instantly by the sound of it. And
heeding the voice I had heard in my mind, I slowly stand from the chair and
moving away from the table to stand in the center of the room, I allow his
burning eyes to look me over with ever greater discretion.

I cannot take my eyes from his as he stands straight and his arms falling
to his sides, he moves slowly toward me like a great cat who has just found
his prey and moves forward for the kill.

He moves closer and I can feel my heart begin to race and my breath comes
in soft pants. My skin tingles and I can feel the butterflies in my stomach
as he moves closer to me.

"* Who are you…how did I get here…*" I think as I look into his glowing
magnificent golden yellow and red eyes, feeling my head slowly becoming
dizzy and I can feel myself become lightheaded as he moves closer to me. And
then he is standing no more than a few feet before me.

"I am Maul. I had saved you from the wreckage of the transport that had
crashed into the ocean." He finally speaks, making my body shiver and my
heart feel like it stopped for a moment in my chest – the dark oh so
seductive voice…the voice I had heard in my mind!

I gasp, but the breath catches in my throat and my insides throb once
again and my ears yearn to hear him speak again – just to hear his voice.

"I-I thank you…Maul for saving me." I thank the dark man, pausing a moment
before I spoke the name he had given me, my body beginning to tremble again
in his presence, and from sheer nervousness.

Maul says nothing but nods his head to me at an angle and raised his head
and finally, the light of the room shows upon his face. And the first thing
I do is gasp aloud as I look upon him – in terror then finding the male
beauty of him despite the intense appearance of him.

His entire face is covered with black jagged black tattooing over red – or
is it red tattooing over black. But it matters not – his appearance gives me
the image of a snake, with the fork tongue-like design upon his bottom lip
and chin and the pair of fang like designs on either side of the tongue. He
has black patches over and about his beautiful molten eyes which connects to
the black tattooing covering the entirety of both his cheeks, from the
corners of his eye patches back toward his ears and from the inner corners
of his eye patches, two jagged lines go up his forehead, and back and up
where it disappears in the shadows of his hood. And down the center of his
forehead runs a single thin black line that runs almost to the end of his
nose to a black diamond. And the end of his nose is black – like that of a
cat.

All at once I feel fear, terror, awe, lust, desire and a seduction to him
and the intense darkness of him unlike I have ever felt before. The only
words that comes to mind is…"What a hottie!"

Then as if hearing my thoughts, I see a grin appear upon his face and I
see a single dimple appear upon each cheek, making him look ever more
dangerous…and ever more inticing to me.

"Come, I will show you to the refresher so that you may bath. I have
placed clothing upon the table for you after you are finished." Maul's grin
disappears just as suddenly as it appeared and his appearance returns to one
of great intensity and seriousness. He turns from me and without waiting for
me, he passes through the doorway, I quickly following behind, forgetting
that I am holding the blanket about me still.

I follow closely behind Maul as he leads me from the room I had been in
across a small open room to a closed doorway upon the noticeably curved
metal walls. With a press of a key upon the keypad beside the door, the door
slides open before Maul and stepping away, he motions me to enter with the
movement of his right hand. I move passed him with slight caution, still
unsure about the unusual man who calls himself Maul, and into the room.

Turning about, I find Maul standing in the doorway, watching me. He stands
there in the doorway for a few moments looking at me, then he steps away and
the door closes before him, leaving me alone in the room.

I stand in the center of the small room for what seems like forever and
shuddering suddenly, I return to myself and turn about looking at all that
is in the room. I find it sparse, with only a small counter and a small sink
in the center, what must be the toilet and then what could only be a shower
of some kind. I examine the shower and I find no knobs to turn or shower
head from where the water would come from, but I do find a keypad set in the
wall with a variety of keys upon it and in the ceiling of the shower I find
what must be where the water comes down from.

"Well, that must be it." I think softly out loud as I remove the blanket
from about me and place it in a nearby corner, noticing a pile of perfectly
folded clothing sitting upon the counter. And from what I can tell, every
piece of clothing there is black – does not bug me any, black does happen to
be my favorite color!

Part III

As I stand in the shower, the warm water falling upon my head, cascading
down my face and hair. How did this happen? How did I get here? Maul said
that he had saved me from the plane after it had crashed, but then the
thought of why did he save me enters my mind as I turn about and begin to
wash my hair with a strange soft grey colored bar of soap of some kind that
smells like sandalwood and some other wonderful unnamable scents.

I then wash the rest of my body and when I am as clean as I can make
myself, I turn off the water and with the image of Maul's glorious molten
eyes in my mind's eye, I take hold of what is obviously a towel and I begin
to dry myself off with it. Then I wrapping it about my head to keep my long
hair from dripping all over the place, I turn to the table where I had found
the pile of clothes Maul had left for me to wear.

The first piece is what appears to be a long sleeved black shirt made of
the softest fabric I have ever felt, with a line of tiny buttons hidden
along the inside to keep the shirt closed. A pair of black leggings that by
the looks of it had come from someone's suitcase from the plane wreck, and
last a pair of below the knee black boots that must have come from another
suitcase. But I find no underclothing – undies or bra.

No matter.

I put on the pants and the shirt, having a little trouble at first with
the small buttons and then last I put on the boots – but as I try to slip
the right boot onto my foot, I find something inside. Turning the boot over,
I find it to be a brush as the object lands upon the floor before me. I pick
up the brush and put the boot on. I look myself over finding that I look
like I am wearing a dress with black tights on underneath.

Then as I begin to brush my hair, my back to the door of the bathroom, I
suddenly gasp as I feel a hand take the brush from my hand from behind and
the other straighten my hair against my back, and slowly, carefully, I feel
the brush begin to run through my hair with long downward strokes.

I close my eyes - I have always loved it when someone played with my hair
and I do not hear the sigh of pleasure that escapes my slightly parted lips
and I feel my entire body relax with the wonderful feeling of my hair being
brushed. I half notice the fingers now running through my still wet hair and
it sends shivers to run up and down my spine.

And suddenly I shudder as I feel the fingertips through my hair and
against the bare skin of my neck. Instantly I return to myself and I pull
away, then turn about and find Maul standing behind me, the hood from his
head. I look wide eyed upon him once again as I find a crown of pointed
sharp horns about his bald hairless head and the rest of his head is covered
in red and black tattooing.

As I look upon him I slowly begin to realize that he looks vaguely
familiar to me for some strange reason…where have I seen him before?

But I put the thought aside as I look Maul over with hungry eyes
unknowingly. He is so beautiful. I have never seen any one like him before
and most likely never will – he is one of a kind and I find myself wanting
to touch the horns upon his head and to know what his skin feels like
against mine – and to feel his lips upon my and all over my entire body.

I notice a grin spread across his dangerous, intense, but oh so handsome
face, seeing his eyes gleam with deviousness, as if thinking – or he somehow
heard every little thing I had thought.

Part IV

"Thank you." I finally find my voice and with a silent nod, Maul turns
about and leaves the bathroom, the grin still upon his handsome face. And
with a sense that he wishes me to follow, I leave the bathroom and I follow
a few steps behind him. He stops before what appears to be an elevator and
with a press of a button, the curved door to the elevator opens and Maul
enters, waiting for me to enter.

I hesitate at first, then enter the elevator, standing before Maul and
immediately the elevator feels a hell of a lot smaller as the curved door
closes before us.

I can feel the palms of my closed hands begin to sweat and I become dizzy
with nervousness. My heart thunders in my ears and I find it hard to
breathe. And when the elevator door suddenly opens I let out a gasp of
fright. And I hear Maul chuckle behind me.

"Exit." Maul speaks to me, making me suddenly jump and I just barely felt
the brush of his hand against my long mid thigh length brown hair. Quickly
before anything else can happen, I step forward and out of the elevator,
Maul following closely behind.

Immediately, I stop in my tracks as I finally realize what my eyes show
me…I am in a ship! I see a pilot's chair, consuls about it, and a row of
passenger seats against the back wall and the center of the circular room,
stands another circular consul of some kind.

"* A ship – a space ship! *" I think with utter disbelief and awe as my
eyes wander about the room. Taking everything in with wonder. Noticing a
window/windshield upon the metal wall before the pilot's chair, I move
toward it and standing behind the chair, placing my hands upon the back of
the chair, I look with wide eyes as I look out and see what could only be a
jungle just beyond.

"Where are we?" I ask, not once taking my eyes from the window before me.
I can sense Maul not far behind me, watching me as I look at the jungle
forest surrounding the ship.

"An uninhabited landmass populated only by animals and plants. We are
surrounded on all sides by ocean." Maul answers, sensing him drawing closer
to me from behind, and in return, I hold tighter to the headrest of the
pilot's chair nervously. Just his mere closeness makes me nervous and my
heart race in my chest.

I don't know what it is about him…I just feel attracted to Maul unlike I
have ever been before to anyone. I feel like I am drawn to him, to his
darkness…to his eyes. I can feel it in every part of me – in ever cell…ever
fiber of my being.

Nothing like this has ever happened before and I do not know what to do.
It's not my fault that I have no experience with men – in any and every way.
Never had a boyfriend, never went out on a real date…never slept with anyone
– ever. My innocence might be part of the reason…I don't know. I want him to
touch me. I want to feel his body against mine. I want to feel the heat of
his body against mine. I want…I want…I… I want Maul.

And instantly I almost jump out of my skin when I feel Maul's hand upon my
right shoulder and I immediately feel stupid…no, utterly embarrassed out of
my mind.

I hear him chuckle softly as I feel him move closer to me, his hand
slipping down my arm to my hand were he slips his hand about mine and palm
to palm, he intertwines his fingers between mine as I feel his body up
against my back now.

"Shh." I hear him speak, his lips just touching my right ear, sending
shivers to race up and down my spine, slipping his other arm about me,
pulling me against him.

I cannot help but tremble in his arms and he chuckles again which makes me
even more nervous. I try to calm myself but I can't seem to do it – it is
him that is making me this way…the way he holds me, the way he smells like
spice and sandalwood inscences and that of his own male scent. I find that I
cannot think – his very intimate nearness. I don't know what it is…but he
makes me…he makes me…

I turn about in his arms, still holding to his hand and looking into his
eyes I raise my other hand to my shirt and I begin to undo the tiny buttons
one by one, not taking my eyes from his, though he looks down and watches my
fingers slip each button through the small slits which keeps my shirt
closed.

And when the row of tiny buttons is unfastened, I raise our hands and
slipping my carefully from his to take hold of it, I hold to his hand as I
slip it under the front of my shirt, gasping suddenly as I feel his hand
touch the sensitive skin of my left breast. I hold his hand against me,
closing my eyes as I feel his hands gently squeeze me in his hand, letting
the sensations fill me and course throughout every part of my body…but it
mainly travels to the region of my body never touched by male flesh.

I hear Maul sigh and it sends shivers of pleasure to course up and down my
spine.

He then slips his hand from under mine and from under my shirt then
separates the sides of my shirt to expose my chest to him. And immediately,
I feel his hot breath against the skin of my chest and then I feel his lips
touch the skin of my chest just below my collarbone, kissing me with the
softest of butterfly kisses. Suddenly I shudder in his arm against him, and
I instantly feel the burning of flushing skin of my chest and face.

I moan softly, not hearing it for I am slowly loosing myself to the
sensations that his lips upon me have and his body against mine, his arm
about me.

Ooh! Such ecstasy! I have never before felt such sensations as I do now!

And I want more!!

~ Continued in Part V ~