LORDS OF THE LOST LAGOON

BY SHAKEY PSYCHE

[ part 1 ]

The airplane sat on the runway, waiting to be loaded. Mike, the pilot, was an impatient man and was getting antsy about getting under way. His fourth cigarette had burned down to the filter as he stood by the loading plank, waiting for the final crate to be loaded. Another thing that was making Mike antsy was the cargo. He didn’t know what was inside the crates. The manifest stated that it was personal items, but no specifics. He didn’t like that at all. He always liked to know what was going on his plane at all times.

“Can we get the fuck out of here, Mike?” It was Charlie, his copilot, who snapped him out of his thinking.

“Not yet, Charlie, we’re waiting for one more crate to be loaded. They’re running late, naturally.”

“Humph,” Charlie answered his boss. He knew Mike hated to be kept waiting for anything, so he just let sleeping dogs lie, and continued reading the newspaper in his lap. The headlines were nothing new; another home invasion gone wrong was the assumption of the police. The parents were killed and the twin boys were gone, as well as all the jewelry in the house. There had been a rash of such invasions around the country over the past six months.

“About fucking time,” Mike stated as he crushed out his fifth cigarette.

The forklift was bringing the last crate to the airplane. The crate was set down next to the others and something inside it shifted. Mike was worried about that. If it shifted too much in flight, something could get damaged. The crate was strapped down to the bolts in the floorboard. A man walked on the plane to address Mike as he was finished tying it down.

“Now, just to be sure; you are to land in Rio De Janeiro, South Africa, Sidney and Hong Kong, and land in Los Angeles. At each stop, you will take on four more crates. Are there any questions?” The man was obviously used to getting his way with things.

“No Sir,” Mike said with a little sarcasm that was lost on the stranger. The man turned and left. Mike shut the tailgate and assumed his spot in his seat. Charlie put down the paper and the two took off for Rio.

Each stop was uneventful as four cargo crates were loaded at all four stops. Mike was loaded to the gills by the time Hong Kong was done. He was always nervous flying with this much weight, even for the power of the four jet engines. It was the balance he was worried about.

Leaving Hong Kong, Mike detoured south to avoid a large storm, only to get into a worse one. The plane listed badly, straining the straps holding the cargo. It was only when an enormous updraft caught Mike by surprise that he realized the amount of trouble he was in. Hail pelted the plane’s windshield relentlessly while the two pilots battled the storm. Visibility was nil. Another updraft caught the plane and sent them rocketing upwards. Mike forced the plane to bank, hoping he could avoid the worst of it. He was wrong.

Two of the jet’s engines failed, and Mike knew that it was either them or the cargo that was going into the ocean. He told Charlie to pitch it all. The copilot nodded and headed aft to unload it. Minutes later, Charlie returned to the cockpit.

“It’s not off, Charlie. What’s the problem?”

“You go back and take a look, Mike. You’re not going to believe what we’ve been carrying.”

“Look, Charlie, I don’t care what it is. Just get rid of it, or we’re dead.”

“I’m telling you, Mike, you need to look at it. Now.”

Exasperated, Mike left the controls to him and headed back to the cargo section. When he saw that Charlie had opened one of the crates, he was even more pissed off. It was then that he saw what Charlie was talking about.

Inside the crate was a steel cage with a ten year old black girl inside. She was lying on her stomach, bound with her hands behind her and feet bent backwards and tied to her thighs. Her knees were tied to the corners of the cage to keep her from moving inside it. A water tube was routed through the ball gag she had placed in her mouth.

Mike was stunned so severely, that he was thrown against the side of the plane when it lurched sideways. He collected himself and headed back to the cabin.

“Well?” Charlie asked when he walked back in.

“Well, if all of them are full with kids, I guess we can’t just pitch them into the drink, but it’ll still cost all of our lives anyway. We’re way too loaded down.”

“Oh, shit, Mike. Look!” Charlie yelled at him. Mike whipped his head up to see what was happening to his plane, now.

An island appeared out of nowhere. All the two men could make out was the dark shape in the water. It looked like a large letter “9” with the hole filled in with a mountain. Mike knew from experience that there was no way this plane was ever going to land safely, let alone take off again. There seemed to be no alternative, though.

He angled the jet towards the hook of the island and brought up the landing gear to belly-land it in the water. The problem was the speed they were going. He couldn’t get the beast to slow down enough during the rough weather. The plane glided across the choppy water. It hit the beach with enough force to drive the cockpit into the rocks of the cliff.

The two men were thrown into the dash and killed on impact. The impact of the hit also jarred the cargo loose from the straps. All forty cases fell to the ground of the plane, breaking several open.

The black girl whose box was opened earlier had been sprung free from her cage, but her hands were still tied behind her. Others were still in their cages. Bumps and bruises covered most of the children’s bodies, but none of them were killed in the crash.

She inched her way to a cage holding a black boy in it, thinking that she had at least one person she could relate. She knew why she was in the crate, and by the looks on the faces of some of the others, she was probably the only one. The boy she was crawling to was having a tough time with his bonds; struggling to get out of them.

Upon reaching him, she managed to open his cage and using her teeth, she untied his hands. He undid the knots on his legs and returned the favor to her. They managed to help the other children out of the boxes and cages.

The storm still raged outside the plane while the liberation was in process. Hail stones continued to pelt the metal exterior the entire time. The light inside the cargo bay began to wane as the children were freed from their cages. When all of them were out, the light was almost gone. There was just enough to see outlines of bodies.

“Alright, everyone,” one British sounding boy started, “I don’t know what the fuck is going on, but it’s obvious we’re not in England.”

“No shit, Sherlock,” an American boy sounded off. Both boys sounded about the same age. “Tell us something we don’t know, now.”

“Listen, you bloody Yank…,” he started back at his opposite, but was cut off by a girl.

“Why don’t you boys just hold the fighting until we find out what is going on, and why we’re here? Okay?” The two realized the logic of her argument and sat down. The girl continued. “I don’t know what’s going on, but it’s obvious that we’ve been in some sort of accident. It’s also obvious that we’re not going to get anything accomplished while there’s no light and the storm is raging. Can anyone see anything besides themselves?”

No’s were circled around the group. Some smaller children were sniffling at the situation. Some of them didn’t even know where they were, or how they got there. Other children were speaking in foreign languages while trying to find out what was happening to them.

It was chaos for a while, and then it died down to a low rumble as each of them realized that they were in an unknown area with strangers. And there was no way out. Each of them settled down with others of their own nationality for the night, hoping it was all a bad dream. The only one that knew it wasn’t a bad dream was the ten year old black girl from the Ivory Coast. She knew what was going on, but couldn’t say anything to anyone, as they didn’t speak her language.

Morning brought yawns and a bright sun. The British lad made a sweep of the cargo area to see who was there. As he was finishing his scan of the area, the American boy he had argued with the night before was waking also.

“I’m James, by the way,” he told the waking boy and offered his hand.

“Richard,” the American said and took it. “Look, I’m sorry about what happened last night. I didn’t mean to get into it with you. I was just scared, I suppose.”

“We all are, Rich,” he said with a smile. “Where do you suppose we are?”

“All I know is that I woke in that cage a long time ago, and tied to its bars. The next thing I know is that I’m being tossed around like some rag doll or something.”

“The same thing happened to me. I went to sleep in my own bed and woke in that cage, tied up and gagged. It seemed like forever that I was in there.”

The two boys got to know each other, and found they were the same age; twelve. As they took inventory of the others, they found there was a total of thirty-six children in all, including themselves. There were eighteen girls and eighteen boys. Ten of them were English speaking, of some dialect, four Spanish, four French, ten of oriental descent, four of them spoke what seemed like Russian, and the final four were of pure African lineage.

Communication was going to be the primary problem. Even though there were ten oriental children, they were from three different countries. The English were also split between American, British, South African, and Australian. At least they could understand each other, to some extent.

Ages also seemed to vary between the children. Richard and James were the oldest of the bunch at twelve. The youngest two were four years old; the youngest Russians. They were the most scared by what had happened. A pair of eight year old twin boys made up the Australians; Mason and Saxon.

It was James that discovered that the pilots were killed in the crash and told the others. Both Richard and James were the ones to take the bodies out and bury them. The older Russian couple, a boy and a girl, left the plane to help with the digging, with Mason and Saxon in tow. A pair of girls trailed right behind the small party. One of them was the girl from the previous night, Janet and the other was the other American girl, Meagan.

As there was no clothing available, all the children were nude. After a while, they didn’t bother hiding themselves. The girls were the only ones put out by this problem. A younger girl walked up behind the two burying the dead pilots and introduced herself as Hermione.

“Like in Harry Potter?” James asked her while he dug. She nodded with a sheepish grin. “How old are you?”

“Seven. Do you know what’s going on here?” She asked the two boys.

“No. We probably know as much as you do,” Richard countered.

“Do you think this could be some sort of experiment?” Janet asked as she also helped with the digging.

“Experiment?” James asked her.

“Yeah, you know, like someone’s testing us as to see how we would behave, or something.”

“I don’t think they would kill their own pilots for this, if this were an experiment, Janet,” James reasoned with her.

After a while, the hole was dug and the pilots thrown into the hole. A small ceremony was done and they left to return to the plane. They engaged in idle conversation when they got to the plane.

Other English speaking children walked up to listen to the conversation. The older Russian pair seemed to have disappeared into the trees, alone. The other children seemed to want to stay around the aircraft. The English speaking ones had time to get to know each other over the short span of time. Richard, Toby, Janet, and Meagan were from different parts of America. James and Hermione were British, of course. A seven year old girl named Anita and an eight year old boy names Jules were from South Africa, leaving just Mason and his twin eight year old brother, Saxon, from Australia.

The two twins seemed to giggle a lot while they were getting to know the others.

“When do we eat?” Anita asked. She was a short girl with black hair and dark brown eyes. She was also the fattest member of the lot.

“Not until we can catch something, Anita,” James explained to her. “For now, you may have to do without.”

“But I’m hungry, James,” she pouted back.

A distant sound coming from the larger part of the island brought the conversation to a quick halt.

“What the fuck was that?” James asked quickly.

No one had an answer until the two stray Russians sprinted back to the plane. They were talking in a very fast Russian, but pointing to the jungle. It was obvious that they were scared out of their minds. None of the children around could understand their words, but the meaning was clear; something else was on the island with them.

As they looked in that direction, they saw smoke billowing up from the trees, and it was coming closer to them. The noise sounded again, frightening all of them back into the wrecked plane. Only Richard, James, and the older African boy remained outside while the others took cover.

Whatever it was that made the noise died off and returned to the large part of the island. The three boys decided it would be best to find out what was on the island with them. They made some makeshift weapons from scattered metal around the plane. The three of them and a Spanish boy, Jesus, went with them into the jungle.

“Be careful,” Janet told them and kissed Richard on the cheek as they left. A spurring in his loins caused his dick to erect in plain sight of everyone. James snickered at him as the four boys left the crash site. Richard tried to hide his hard-on as best as he could, but didn’t do a very good job of it.

Just as they reached the jungle, the black boy pointed to himself and said, “Tam”. Taking that to mean it was his name, the others introduced themselves as well.

They made a single file line as they made their way through the dense jungle. Each boy was getting more nervous as they walked; afraid what they would find. The march took a lot of the morning’s time, and by the time they reached the middle of the island, the sun was at its zenith. They had to take a break as the heat bore down on them. A small stream running cool water was not far from them and they decided on breaking there.

The boys kept the noise level down, making sure that whatever they were hunting didn’t hear them. They just drank and then started the hunt again. After another hour, nothing was found. They were losing interest until Tam, in the lead at the time, finally heard something. The boys crept along the trail to see if they could sneak up on their prey.

The hunting party rounded the corner of a boulder to find a large scaly creature feasting on what was once a large pig. James turned his frightened eyes into Richard’s scared ones. They knew that this was way beyond their abilities to handle. The four boys turned and made their way back to the plane.

Some of the girls had managed to acquire a few cocoa nuts for the boys to eat when they returned. The boys recanted their story to the others. The girls were now terrified about even venturing into the jungle for anything.

“Where are the twins?” James asked, noticing that Mason and Saxon were missing.

“I hadn’t seen them in a while, James,” Janet responded.

“We’d better go looking for them to make sure the monster doesn’t get them,” Richard grumbled.

“What’re we gonna do about it, Richard?” Toby, the other American boy asked him.

“I don’t know yet, Toby,” he answered the nine year old red-head. He definitely seemed concerned about it.

James and Richard grabbed their makeshift spears and headed into the jungle. Tam was in charge until they returned. They made their way towards the loop of the lagoon, as that was where the girls saw them headed to last.

As they got to the outside of the curve, the two heard a very unusual noise coming from the other side of the beach. James broke through the trees first and came to an immediate stop where Richard ran into his back. Before he could say anything, James reached up and covered his mouth. James pushed Richard back into the trees quickly and quietly.

“What is it?” He asked his new friend.

“You’re not going to believe it. Quietly take a look.” James moved aside for Richard to get by him. As he looked over the last leaf blocking his view, he saw what had made the young Englishman stutter.

The twins were lying on the beach, but not in a normal way. Each twin had his head buried in the other’s crotch in a true 69 position with one of them on his back. The one on the bottom had his head closest to the jungle and was sucking on the upper one’s cock with gusto. The bottom twin also had wrapped his hands around his brother’s buttcheeks and buried a finger from each hand into the boy’s butthole.

It was hard to tell from his vantage point whether the upper twin was returning the favor to his sibling, but Richard guessed he was by his actions. Richard’s loins also went into action again. Unable to control his hormones, especially at the sight he was gazing at, his dick responded by rising. James couldn’t help but notice this and stifled a snicker.

“Enjoying the show?” he whispered to Richard.

Embarrassed, Richard sank down to James and the two sat on the sand of the beach while the twins enjoyed each others’ bodies. Moans and sighs escaped from the other side as the two older boys listened on.

“Why don’t you just wank that and get rid of it before it hurts, mate?” James asked quietly, still trying not to disturb the twins’ fun.

Richard shrugged his shoulders and wrapped his hand around his dick and began slowly stroking it. James watched the American with fascination while he whacked his dick. Listening to the twins helped push the preteen over the edge of his orgasm.

“Nice, mate. Looks like you’ve had some practice at that.” Richard saw that James was smiling at him as he sat there. The two laughed quietly as the twins were finishing their own fun on the other side of the trees.

Richard and James stood up to see the younger boys and they were now lying spread-eagled in the sun on the beach.

“Have fun, guys?” Richard asked.

The two young boys rolled over quickly to see who had disturbed their sanctuary. The looks on their faces told the whole story. They knew that they had been caught at their love-making. Both of the older boys snickered at their faces before James put them at ease.

“Don’t worry; we won’t say anything to the others. Okay?”

“Thank you,” Mason said, looking at the sand.

“We were just wondering where you two had gone. Right now, the island isn’t safe to be alone. Why don’t you come back and get some dinner?” The twins nodded at that and the four headed back to the wrecked plane and the others.

Dinner was cocoa nuts again and some bananas with some water to wash it down. The four scouts that had seen the monster talked about the best way to kill it before it killed any of them. Hand signals were used to help with communications between languages.

“What does the monster look like?” Toby asked while the others were talking.

“Why do you want to know? You’re too small to help, Toby.” It was James that interjected that comment.

“Says who? I can help if I want to,” he said, pouting out his lower lip.

“Yes, you can, Toby. In fact, I think we may need everyone’s help with this problem,” Richard mused to himself.

“Everyone?” Janet asked.

“Everyone,” he answered back. “Look, we have a large monster on this island. It’ll take everyone working together to get rid of it. We can begin working on my idea tomorrow.”

“What have you got in mind?” James asked him.

“A trap,” Richard answered with a sly smile.

He went to the airplane to claim his spot for the night, and laid down on his back for some sleep. A sound made him stir and look at the door to the plane. It was Janet that walked inside. She casually walked over to lay by his side.

“Do you think we’ll ever get off this island?” She asked him.

“I don’t know, Janet,” he answered her, solemnly.

For the first time since the plane crash, she showed emotion and began crying. Richard reached out a hand to comfort her and she moved closer to him. Their bodies touched and his preteen cock twitched. As it grew, she felt it move along her leg, and he knew she was aware of the movement.

“Will you…,” she trailed off.

“What?” He asked back.

“Will you…do that with me?” She asked with tears still on her cheeks.

“If you’re sure…”

She nodded, and he leaned over and kissed her on her lips. She wrapped him up in her arms and hugged him as if her life depended on it. His erection slipped between her legs as she drew him closer to her. They looked each other in the eye and smiled.

Janet opened her legs a little more to allow her lover better access. His dick was aimed perfectly for her love tunnel. Richard rolled on top of her and missed slipping inside her. He tried again and again, but as he was new to this, he kept missing the mark.

“You want me to try something?” she asked him. Richard nodded and kissed her again. He was trying to be as gentle as possible, but never doing this before, himself, he was clumsy. She rolled the two of them over to place herself on top. She reached down and grabbed his dick.

Straining to keep her young body hovering, she aimed his stiff cock towards her small quim. As soon as the head of his dick touched her private hole, she lowered her body down to glide him inside her. He quickly hit her maidenhead and she stopped when she felt the pain of it stretch.

“You okay?” Richard asked her.

“It hurts, Richard. I didn’t think it would hurt,” she said, with tears welling up in her eyes.

“Maybe if we get past this, it won’t hurt afterward,” he suggested. She nodded and collapsed her torso down on his pole, tearing her virginity. She didn’t scream, but it was a near thing. Janet gritted her teeth at the pain as she stopped what she was doing for a moment.

Sensing she was in some severe pain, Richard sat up and kissed her gently on the lips. She wrapped her arms around them in a passionate embrace.

After a time, Richard began to move under her, sliding his cock along her canal. She hung on to him as best as she could while he pumped into her body. Gradually, the pain began to ebb away and pleasure began to take its place. Without warning, both preteens erupted in orgasmic pleasure as the feelings overtook them both simultaneously.

“Wow,” Richard commented as the two eased each other back down to the floor of the plane.

Janet smiled as she agreed with his assessment. The two kids nodded off to a good night’s sleep. Tomorrow’s problems can wait.