Tokyo Express

WARNING: Extreme Pedo, M gggg+, oral, mild scat, con, g+g, death.
If sex with children offends you go away and read another story.
This is a story about an aircraft crash where a man and 30+
little girls age 5 through age 12 survive on an island paradise.


Quag Lee had been sentenced to the Han Kiau labor camp for
"sedition against the state" when she forwarded an e-mail that
was critical of Hu Jintao, president of China in collage. The
young woman was sentenced to five years at the labor camp.
However violations of the camp's harsh rules had added three
years to her sentence. The inmates of the labor camp were forced
to work seven days a week for up to 14 hours a day with only a 10
minute break for the meager meal of the day. It consisted of a
cup of rice with a piece of fish or fowl and a cup of cold
tea.The intentional starvation helped keep the hundreds slave
labors under control.

Quag Lee sat looking at the complex circuit board on her work
station. She had been cleaning the excess solder from the control
units for the last seven hours without a break for food or to use
the toilet. The long conveyor belt was filled with the small
brown boxes that would sit in the brain of the new Boeing 797 
Skyliner. She snapped the cover on the box and sent it on down
the line. The unit should have been rejected at quality control
but the line was running behind. The manager shut that station
down and had all the CPUs stamped passed and then packaged for
shipment to America.

Tommy Douglas unpacked the small brown boxes and did the required
random quality checks the new parts. His union boss had rode his
ass for taking too long to QC the lot. He thought fuck it I am
never going to fucking fly in one of these monster jets. He
overrode his scanner with a hacked password and punched in the
required checks and closed the box and cleared it for use at the
plant in Washington.

Billy Thorn wore a clean suit and worked through a glass wall
that kept contaminants  from entering the assembly room. He
picked a brown box and unsnapped the removable lid and then
pushed it in place and sent a continuity check trough the unit.
The power ran through the circuit and the board flashed green.
The completed `brain' was mated to the wiring harness that ran to
every part of the huge aircraft. The dot of solder that should
have been removed sat a fraction of an inch above the main power
circuit. Any major shock to the unit would dislodge the bit of
silver metal which would short circuit the board and in an
instant melt it to an useless clump of solder, silicone, plastic
and copper.

Captain Mike Meyer had been jockeying jets all his adult life. He
had 30 years with Delta and now had his pick of routes.  His wife
wanted some new china to match her antique dining room table. 
She wanted the good stuff that the Jap's kept in country, so that
meant he needed a lay over in Tokyo to do some shopping. He
looked over the cockpit of the new jumbo jet. The instruments
were now all on a three flat screen displays. The old dials,
gages, switches, and toggle buttons were gone. This bitch looked
like she was right out of Star Trek. He was tempted to say
`Engage! Mr. Sulu.' but he did not think his young copilot Bill
Jackson would have gotten the joke.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen, I would like to welcome you
aboard the Tokyo  Express'maiden flight in Delta's new  Boeing
797  Skyliner, nonstop from LA to Tokyo's Haneda International
Airport. Our flight time will be 11 hours and 28 minutes. We are
scheduled to arrive in Tokyo and just before Midnight Wednesday 
local time.  Now I would ask that you put your seat in the
upright position and power down any electrical hand held devices,
fasten your seat belts and prepare for take off."

Sandy Day looked after the  last six rows in the tail of the long
jumbo jet. She had 40 passengers to care for. She put her `Stue'
smile on walked down the aisle and made sure that the 37 little
girls of the pre-teen junior gymnastics team were in their seats.
It was very much like herding cats.

The chaperones  and the few parents of the gymnasts  on the
flight were up front in first class. Courtesy of the JOC (Junior
Olympic Committee) who had sprung for the perk. The coaches and
trainers had taken an earlier flight and were in Japan setting up
things for the meet.
The five to 12  year old children were everywhere but where they
should be. She was just about to pull her hair out when a man
that looked for all the world like St. Nicolas with his long
white beard, long white hair and even Santa's pot belly stood up
and blew a sharp blast from a steel whistle.

"Girls! Take your seats and be quiet! The next one of you that
moves will get a lump of coal in their stocking next Christmas."
he said  as the children craned their necks to see who had blown
the whistle.

"Oh thanks I was just about ready to start chucking the little
darlings out the hatch. I am Sandy, Sandy Day." the 25 year old
blond said extending her hand to the jolly man.

"You are welcome, My name is Nick but most folks just call me
`Santa.' If you need me again just call out Ho Ho Ho. I will be
sitting here he said pointing to an aisle seat in the center row.
He winked at a cute five year old seated next to him. The small
dark haired child winked back and leaned over and patted his
hand.

The jumbo jet turned off the approach to the active runway and
powered up its five massive GE turbo jet engines. The plane shook
as the locked wheels held the giant for a moment fast to the
earth. The pilot received clearance to depart. He let off the
brakes and shoved the five throttles to their limit  as the
silver and blue beast rolled down the concrete runway.

The little girl sitting next to Santa grabbed his hand as fear
clutched at her heart. Nick comforted her as the jumbo jet left
LA and America behind as it climbed into the sky.

"There that was not so bad. We are flying now just like I do
Christmas Eve with my reindeer. The are way more quite than this
jet." he said as he touched her cheek.

"Santa, you know what I want for Christmas?" the child whispered
into his ear as she leaned next to him.

" Yes Kim I do know. You want to win at this tourney and get a
spot in the Junior Olympics. You are cold and would like to climb
in my lap and get covered up with a blanket so you can show me
how your kitty feels." he said as he lifted the small child and
put her in his lap.

"Wow, you know everything!" she said as she hugged his neck.

"Yes I do dear. Now show Santa how your kitty feels by pulling
your panties off and give them to me under this blanket." he
whispered as he pulled a blue blanket from the over head
compartment and covered them up. The child pulled her panties off
and handed them to him. He stuffed them in his pocket and then
worked his hand between her legs and fondled her sex. The little
girl quivered in is arms as he worked her body.

Kim felt Santa's fingers enter her body just like daddy did. It
felt so good, she had to find his cock. Cock, that is what daddy
told her it was and that she always had to call it that. Santa's
cock was just a big as daddy's and the tip of the big cock was
wet with his man milk. She wished that she could put her head
down there and drink his milk for she knew that daddy liked that
part a lot, all most as much as he liked to put it up her butt.
It hurt her but she would do anything for daddy.

"My  Santa you do have a way with children. She looks like she is
in heaven." Sandy said as she came to the rear of the jumbo jet
to stock her drink cart. She was joined by June a trim young
black woman that worked this section with Sandy.

"I have been told that before. It does seem that I have the touch
when it comes to pleasing little girls. Since we are airborne, I
would like a Beck's Lager and a Shirley Temple for my little
friend here. That is if I can pry her off me long enough to take
a drink. Oh hold that. She needs to use the lavatory and it seems
I must accompany her or the world will end. So just put the
drinks in the holders and we will be back in a while for them."
Nick said as he pulled his finger out of the child's pussy and
straighten her dress before he took her to the lavatory for some
up close and deep tongue in her pussy time. Maybe some fuck a
child in the ass time for her anus took his finger so easy he was
sure daddy had been using her ass for a long time.

"OK Santa." Sandy said as she watched the man take the child to
the `family restroom' that was large enough for an adult and one
or two children. Delta had even put in a bench that a child could
be bent over for some in flight fucking. Though the designer had
different ideas as to the use of said bench. The walls were
passenger friendly so a screaming child could be taken to time
out and the other passengers would not hear a peep out of the
crying screaming child. Many a child had come out of the room
quietly sobbing as daddy had played hide the pickle in your
panties or take it up the ass like a little man.

Kim hardly waited for the door to close when she pulled her dress
off and then undid Santa's fly. His cock was nice and big but not
too big to fit up her tiny ass. The dark haired tot bent over the
bench and spread her ass open for Santa to see and use. He got on
his knees and pressed the head of his cock into the tight ring of
her anus. The child moaned as his thick head stretched her bowel.
She pushed back taking more of his stiff member up her ass.

She turned to him and said, "Fuck me! Cum in my ass
motherfucker!" Daddy had taught his little slut to talk just like
the whore she was. Santa pushed on her ass and grabbed her small
hips and drove his cock home. His balls slapped her pussy as he
got a rhythm and raped the child.

Santa came up the child's ass and then pulled out  and let her
suck his cock clean just like daddy had taught her to do. Old
Nick lifted the little girl to his mouth and sucked her anus
working his tongue inside her ass ring. She pushed out and fed
him the goo he wanted. She emptied her bowel for him. He
swallowed her mass and licked the pink anus clean. He used the
complementary mouth wash and put her panties back on and dressed
her as they had been in the playroom long enough. Any longer and
someone would wonder just what the fuck they were doing in there.


They went back to their seats and finished the cold drinks. Kim
climbed into Nick's lap and pulled the blue Delta blanket over
them. She played with his cock and soon feel asleep with it grasp
in her tiny hands.

"Delta 3-niner-6 heavy, this is Honolulu ATC (Air Traffic
Control) welcome to our air space. Maintain  36,000 feet, you
have crossing traffic 10 miles out.  Make it a MAC (Military Air
Craft) at 24,000 feet. Be advised that you have a heavy weather
system 200 nautical miles west of  Hawaii. NOAA( National Oceanic
and Atmospheric Administration)  advises that you change course
to 127.9 and climb to 45,000 feet."

"Honolulu ATC, this is Delta 3-niner-6 heavy, Copy Traffic 10
mikes out at 24,000. We are changing our heading to 127.9 and
climbing to 45,000 feet. Over." the copilot said into his throat
mike as he punched in the new heading for the big jet to fly. Now
with the information logged in its brain the jumbo jet could fly
itself to Tokyo and land  without further human input.

The humans in the cockpit were there for three reasons. One, in
the event that there was an in flight emergency. Two, so the
passengers thought that someone was flying the jumbo jet. Three,
the union would shit a brick if the pilot and copilot were
removed. They had gone on strike and lost when the flight
engineer was taken off the crew list. The third man was just not
needed in the new super jet. It could have been flown just like
the killer drones the US Air Force flew, however the public was
nowhere near ready to except pilotless aircraft carrying
passengers.
Delta 3-niner-6 heavy, have a nice flight gentlemen. Honolulu ATC
Out." the radio relayed as the jumbo jet climbed into the dark
night.

The mega jet flew on for two hours in the darkness as the GE
turbo engines sent vibrations through the airframe. One of the
boxes Quag Lee had let go through without cleaning it failed and
the circuit fused itself setting off a domino effect tripping
other buss blocks.

"Warning, warning electrical fault in buss G7. Warning warning
electrical fault in buss G7." a synthetic voice said as the jets
internal systems started to fail.

"Shit what does buss G7 control?" Captain Meyer asked as he
touched the screen to bring up an auto diagnostic program to
check the  problem.

"It controls the transponder and radio communications." the
copilot said reading off a laminated trouble check list.

"Shit, reset buss G7 he said as he watched the program run
through it diagnostics. Red boxes flashed on the screen too
quickly for Mike to read the warnings and faults.

"Buss G7 reset fail, warning, warning buss G7 reset fail." the
voice reported.

"Fuck, reroute buss G7 to sub buss F 27." he ordered the computer
controlling the aircraft.

"Warning sub buss F27 reroute fail." the voice reported as the
jet began to shake.

"Warning Warning air speed too low. Stall imminent, Warning air
speed too low, increase power by 50%." the voice ordered.

Mike looked at the throttles and pegged them to the top of the
control. The jet shook and accelerate though the night sky. He
pressed the send button on his throat mike and sent a Mayday.

"Mayday, Mayday. This is Delta flight 3-9-6 heavy. We have major
electrical failures. Honolulu ATC do you copy? Mayday, Mayday.
This is Delta flight 3-9-6 heavy. We have major electrical
failures. Honolulu do you copy?  Any aircraft receiving this
Mayday respond!" he called and waited for any reply. There was no
sound in his head phones for their radio was dead. He pulled the
sky phone from its' cradle and punched in the emergency reporting
code. The phone was dead.

"Fuck they can't hear us and our transponder is dead." he said as
he hit the mute pad on the touch screen display for the constant
failure reports were doing him no good. He went to check there
heading and found that the electronic compass was flashing
numbers faster than he could read them.

"Motherfucker! We are flying blind. The fucking clouds are too
thick to see the moon let alone the stars. See if you can get to
the fucking box and reset it manually." he ordered his copilot as
he tried to reboot the CPU.

"Fuck look at the storm wall! We cannot fly into that. I am
turning south and going to try and out fly the fucker. We may be
able to ride this bitch to China for the chance of finding a
fucking island in the dark flying blind is a slim one a best.
Though with my fucking luck we will enter North Korean air space
and get shot down like flight 007 did back in 83 by the fucking
Russians. " he said as his fellow officer pulled up a steel plate
between their seats and wiggled in to the crawl space intended
for maintenance workers servicing the jumbo jet. He fought the
controls for a half hour as his copilot struggled to reach the
CPU.

    Bill Jackson worked his way through the tight quarters of the
access tunnel and found the smoking main buss. He hit the reset
button on the side of the brown box and the lights flickered and
then stayed on.

"That did something Bill. See if you can reset buss G7." Mike
called down the shaft to is copilot. He saw the screens come back
to life and run though the long process of rebooting. He tried
the radio but got nothing. The captain saw Bill pull himself out
of the shaft.

"NO fucking good the damned thing is hot and the tab is frozen in
the off position. We are fucked brother." he said as he took his
seat and then jabbed Mike in the arm.

"Fuck Look!" he said pointing out the windscreen at the mass of
churning clouds ripped with lighting.
"Warning Warning fault in buss G7, Warning warning Wind shear
detected! Climb Climb." the voice warned too late. They were now
hundreds of miles off their original flight plan and no one knew
where they were.


Captain Mike Meyer looked to the northwest and saw the major
storm raging in the warm waters of the Pacific Ocean. The  alarm
kept  sounding as turbulent air was detected by the jumbo jet's
Doppler radar.  Mike reached for the fasten seat belt sign and
lifted the mike to warn the passengers to return to their seats
and fasten their seat belts. The silver jet hit the void in the
air and lost its forward lift. The jumbo jet's engines screamed
as fuel was dumped in them and the large after burners kicked in.
Some of the passengers saw the bright blue flames shoot out of
the rear of the engines as the jet stalled and dropped a 1,000
feet in six seconds.

Anyone not strapped in was flung to the ceiling of the mega jet
and then slammed down when the jet caught clean air and ended
abruptly its free fall. Three girls in the rear section were
screaming as they had broken limbs in the violent fall. Men and
women were calling out and crying as many thought that the jet
was crashing into the sea. Panic ran through the dying jet.

"Fuck! Tim go see how many injuries we have. We may have to land
at Midway." he said as he reached to key his throat mike to call
in the incident hopping that it now worked. The dot of solder
fell that fraction of  an inch and shorted the mother board out
of he main brain of the aircraft. It had the same affect as a
stroke in a human brain. The surge fried more circuits and the
doomed jet shuttered. The electric  system shut down as the
failure cascaded killing every major operating system.

 The aircraft's transponder had  stopped transmitting and ATC
lost the blip that marked the progress of the jumbo jet 45
minutes ago. The  screens turned blue and then black. The fly by
wire system died and the two struggling pilots were just along
for the ride as the jet rocked down ward. A failsafe kicked in
and an old analog system turned on battery backup for the
hydraulic pumps that controlled the flight surfaces on the wings,
tail and rudder.

Mike did not have power and the heavy jet was a lousy glider but
he fought the stick and got the aircraft out of the free fall and
into a controlled glide downward. He popped the cover to a small
panel and hit the SOS beacon. He lifted the nose of the jumbo jet
and it climbed as its' wings generated lift gaining him precious
altitude.

He looked out the window and saw white water breaking over land.
The island was no more than a white speck as the jet screamed out
of the sky. He made a split second decision and saved some of the
passengers on the doomed jet. He yanked on the air foils and
deployed them to bleed off speed. He fought to keep the nose up
as the jet shuttered as it fell from the sky.

He aimed the nose at the growing spot of green in the moon lit
night as the jumbo jet fell the last few feet and impacted the
water. Anyone not strapped in was thrown forward as the jet
decelerated. The water was displaced by the belly of the jet and
then the wings and engines. The force of he impact ripped the
motors off the wings and the wings were sheared off the body of
the jet.  The jet broke apart in the middle. The nose plowed
under the ocean and quickly filled with water and sank as it
still moved forward in the shallow sea. Those passengers and crew
not killed by the impact were drowned in the warm waters off the
island. The tail section lifted and slipped along the water and
slowed as the water ate up its' momentum. The rear section broke
apart again the section with the tail bounced over the water. It
came to rest on the black sand of the island's beach.

Nick shook his head and felt a wet spot on his forehead where
something had hit him. The jet was not moving and although there
was some water in the cabin it did not seem to be filling up
rapidly.  He looked forward and saw lighting strikes from the
gathering storm clouds where the front of the aircraft should
have been. Dim emergency lights flickered as they came on one by
one.
Nick undid his seat belt and looked over at Kim. Sadly she had
not been wearing her seat belt and had been killed in the crash
as her body was lodged under the seat and she drowned in the
saltwater.  He tried to revive her but got no pulse. He lay her
down in the seat and went to find any other children that may
need his help.
 He heard the screams of children as they panicked. Nick looked
around to see if any other adults had survived the crash. He
found Sandy on the floor of the jet. Her head rolled back and
forth with water that the waves moved on the floor. She was dead
of that he was certain. He got up and moved through the body of
the jet that rested on beach. He found the other  stewardess. She
was dead her back broken by the impact with the sea. Nick pulled
one of the emergency lights out of its holder and played it
around the jet. Most of the little girls had been strapped in and
were now screaming and crying in fear and shock. He did not know
how long the jet would stay above water or when the tide would
come in and fill the downed craft.

He took his whistle and blew three sharp blast. "Listen to me!
Get out of your seat and if you can walk go out the front of the
jet and get away from it. Take nothing, go now all of you. Out
now!" He screamed making them more afraid of him than the panic
that gripped them.

He found a little black child the had a broken leg and was
trapped between a twisted seat. Nick pulled the child out of the
tangled seat and found that she had also drowned in the shallow
water. He laid her on a seat and searched the jet for more
children. Nick found another little child dead her neck broken
when she slammed into the bulkhead of the jet. he moved on and 
found a ten year old girl whose leg was broken sitting in her
seat crying.

"Here give my your arm I will help you get out." he said as he
put his hand under her arms. He closed it on her budding breast.
He felt the fat little nipple and filed this child away for some
nice fucking. He took her to the beach and found that the other
children had gathered by a large boulder on the beach.

"Listen to me! We are alive and on a small island. Stay here
until I check out the jet and get anyone left in there out. Has
anyone had any first aid training?"

"I have." a 11 year old answered as she came to the front of the
crowed.

"I have also." a thin black girl said as she came up to Nick.

"Anyone else?" he called out.

Three other older girls came forth and stood around Santa. " I
need you girls to check out the rest of the kids to make sure we
have no serous problems. I think I saw a first aid kit in the
jet. I will get it and some more lights. Do you guys have any
kind of teams or groups in the competition?" he asked as he
needed to get the children focused on surviving the crash and not
the horror of the crash.

"Yes we are grouped by age into four divisions, 5-6 , 7-8, 9-10,
11-12. The thin black child said answering his question.

He looked around the beach and saw that there were some fallen
trees embedded  in the black sand. Nick saw that a black rock
hill rose from the beach perhaps 50 feet. There was lush green
foliage and over 50 palm trees baring coconuts in large clumps
high in the trees. He saw movement among the large palm leaves.
He thought it looked like a Spider Monkey. Food he thought if he
could find a way to kill them.

"OK get the girls into their groups by those fallen trees and
check them out. I will bring back the first aid kits off the jet
and some blankets.  You there, come with me." he said as he
pointed to a tall 12 year old brown Mexican looking girl. The
girl followed him back in the jet and started handing her
blankets he got from the overhead compartments.

"What is your name sweaty?" he asked as it look like she had as
many blue blankets as she could carry.

"Vicky, Vicky Sanchez. We are in big trouble are't we? So many
dead. My mother was up front. What are we going to do?" she
sobbed as grief and loss tore at her heart.

"Vicky, I need you to be strong for the little ones. I know that
you are hurting. It will get better, but not soon. I won't lie to
you. It is bad, but if we work together we can survive this
tragedy.  It will be just like Survivor on TV only no one is
going to get voted off this island." he said as he hugged the
child to him. He let his hand cup her fine ass and he rubbed it.
The child  pressed against his hand as she sought out what human
comfort she could find in her sorrow. He would use that need to
use as many of the children as he could.

"Oh, ummm oh, that feels so good." she moaned as she pushed her
crotch against his leg.

"I know it does honey. I will be here for you. You are a good
little girl. Now take the blankets back to the beach and come
back here and get more stuff. See if you can find some other
older girls to help. We have to get as much stuff out of the jet
as soon as we can for there is a bad storm coming.   I am afraid
that the wreck will get washed out to sea." he said as he lifted
her skirt and put his hand under panties and rubbed her bare ass
to let her know that he was going to do nice sex things to her.

"I will Santa. You can count on me. I will be a big girl for you.
But can I sleep with you if I get scared in the dark?" she asked
as she pushed against his fondling hand.

"Yes Vicky you can sleep with me. Santa will do nice things for
you. Things that will make you feel much better. Now go and get
the others moving. I am counting on you darling." he said as he
took his hand out of her panties.

He found three first aid kits and ripped them down from their
holders. He moved to the front of the wreck and saw several older
girls coming back led by Vicky.  Nick gave the kits to Vicky and
had the other girls go through the over head baggage compartments
and take the carry on luggage out of the jet. He set the drink
cart upright and pushed it to the front of the jet. He called to
the older children and had them pull the heavy cart out of the
wreck and a few feet up the hard packed sand beach.

He went back to the rear galley and found there were about a
hundred precooked meals in its' racks. Nick got a chain of girls
lined up and they quickly passed the meals out of the wreck. The
meals were distributed to the other children, who sat on fallen
trees and ate the cold food.This gave the shocked children
something to do and the routine of eating helped them recover
from the trauma of the crash.

 He found three plastic bags of fresh salad made of lettuce baby
carrots, green peppers and fresh tomatoes. He had one of the
girls save the salad for he could get cutting from the lettuce
and grow some on the island. He could get the seeds from the
tomatoes and grow their own. It was the same with the carrots he
could put them in some water with a little shit and the thing
would root and then he could transplant it.

    The pedophile counted his brood. He had thirty little girls
on his island paradise. Only three of the children were seriously
injured and if they did not get an infection should recover from
their injuries fully.

"Vicky, you come with me. We are going to look for some kind of
shelter for that storm is coming fast. You older girls go back in
the wreck and take out anything that is not bolted down. I do not
know what we will need but we have to get everything we can out
of the jet. Just pile it on the beach above the sand behind the
rocks and fallen trees. Pull the seat cushions off and take them
also. Get moving I fear we do not have much time." he said as he
led Vicky into the low green foliage of the tropical island. They
worked through the tangled undergrowth and found a narrow trail.
They followed it up the side of the volcanic rock hillside. About
20 feet ahead they saw a dark mouth to a cavern. The opening to
the cave was overgrown with hanging vines and broad dark green
banana trees. He pulled back a wide leaf and found short green
bananas growing up on the stalk. They were short and green but
Nick bet that they could be eaten.

He was overjoyed to find a small stream running down the rugged
hillside.  He bent and cupped his hand and scooped a drink of the
cool clean water. It tasted fresh and clean. He knew that his
band of castaways could survive here. Nick shown his emergency
light into the dark recesses of the cavern.

He saw red eyes staring back at him and there was a riot of noise
as several small monkeys ran out of the cavern scaring both Nick
and Vicky.

"Shit that scared the crap out of me!" he laughed as Vicky had
grabbed him around his leg and was holding on for dear life. He
reached down and slid his hand under her skirt and rubbed her
bottom.

"They scared me to. Oh that feels so good. I love you! I do. You
can do you know sex things with me. Its' OK I am a big girl and I
like you to touch me there. Do you love me too?" she asked as she
let her hand touch his thing.

"OH yes Vicky I love you very much, I love all the little girls.
I will do some very nice things to you tonight after we get the
rest of the children up here and as much of the things off the
beach as we can." he said as he rubbed her vulva from behind.

He went deeper into the cave and found that it had a rather
soothe floor and that it went back into the hill for about 25
feet before the ceiling of the cave slopped lower until it joined
with the floor about 15 feet further back. The floor of the cave
was littered with monkey shit and rotting bits of fruit and
coconut the little buggers ate. The mouth of the cavern was
screened by heavy vines that interlocked forming a nearly
un-passable wall of green vegetation save for the small opening
near the left side of the cave by the small stream.

Nick and Vicky climbed back down to the beach and Nick told the
children what they had found. The wind was picking up and he
could smell rain on the fresh west wind. One of the older girls
handed him a climbing ax she had found on someone's carry on
baggage.  He wondered how the hell the ax got through the
supposedly complete security screening done by the TSA. Then he
saw a name tag on the ax. It read 'property of  Sandy Day, 535
Ocean Dr, Manhattan Beach, CA 90266. Her carry on baggage was not
run through the TSA so that is why it was on the jet.

"I found this in a bag at the back of the jet. It had a bunch of
rope and other climbing gear. I thought that you could use it."
The thin fit blond said as she showed him the nylon duffel bag of
gear.

"I sure can. What is your name darling?" asked as he took the
tool and looked at the gathering storm.

"Candy Wilson , sir. We had better get off the beach for I saw
lighting in the clouds over there." the  sensible child said as
she looked at the building storm.

"You are right Candy. Come on girls Vicky and I found a cave just
up this hill. Everyone get a piece of gear and bring it to the
cave." he said as he hurried the children up the trail. He hacked
away at the underbrush and made it an easier climb. He had to go
back and carry the three injured girls to the cave.  Nick made
the older girls go back to the beach and drag as much stuff as
they could to the cave. The heaver items he dragged as far up the
sandy beach as he could. The rain started to fall as he made the
last trip up the now well beaten path. Candy and Vicky had the
younger girls working on putting things into piles near the rear
of the cave. They had  set the emergency light along the walls to
get some light in the cave.

Some of the older girls were cleaning the gunk off the floor of
the cave and tossing it outside. A few of the girls just sat
sobbing as the crash had been too much for them. Nick got some of
the older kids to sit with the stricken children. It helped both
the comforter and the child being comforted.  He dragged some
fallen branches into the cave from  mahogany tree growing on the
lush hillside. A small Mangrove forest dominated the eastern
coastline. The Mangrove trees grew in the saline water and formed
a swamp environment. Tropical hardwoods dominate the small stand
of rainforest of the interior of the C shaped island, including
the endangered mahogany. Coconut palms, bamboo and tropical fruit
trees such as Fijian Logan, or "dawa" as it's called locally,
also abounded Nick saw as he had scanned the island.

He went through the baggage of the crew and found a lighter. He
used the ax to hack up the dry wood and soon had a small fire
going in the cave. The smoke was pulled out by the strong wind
that now ripped at the tiny island as the full furry of the gale
hit the island. The children had worked hard and had gotten a lot
done in a short time. Nick went around the cave and got to know
the girls. He worked on memorizing their names. Many of the small
girls were being held by the older children.

The kids had made beds from the seat cushions. The children knew
each other and paired off in their clicks based on their
friendship.  Most of the girls had fallen asleep from the stress
of the crash and the hard work they had done to haul the stuff
from the jet up the hill and into their cave home. The storm
outside ragged on and ripped at the small hillside. The cave
stayed dry and sometime in the stormy night Nick fell asleep with
Vicky in his arms. She had covered him with a blanket and got in
next to him. She was staking her claim to him as his first girl.

Tropical storm Rai had been born in the warm waters off of Fiji
and grew into a Category 4 severe  tropical cyclone with winds of
99 miles per hour to 122 miles per hour. By the time it had hit
the island it was driving high storm surge waves of over 40 feet.
The wind driven water crashed over the western side of the island
and rearranged the shoreline. The storm driven water scoured the
beach where the jet had crashed.

The storm took most of the next day to pass keeping the castaways
in the cave. Nick spent the day reorganizing the supplies and
tending to the girls. He dug a toilet near the front of the cave
and made a show of using it in font of the girls. He found his
carry on bag and changed his cloths in the center of the cave. He
undressed all the way to his skin and let the girls see his body.
Some of the girls giggled and hid their faces.

"Come on now girls there is nothing nasty about your bodies. We
are going to be here for a while so we might as well get to know
each other well. I do not have time to make rooms for all of us
so we will just have to get used to seeing each other doing
personal stuff. Vicky glared at the other girls seeing them as
rivals for her man. She got up and undressed next to him. She
hugged him and kissed him as she put his arms around her body.

He had learned about half of the older girls names and was
working on the younger ones. It was hard for him not to just take
a sweet little girl into the back and rape her. However he knew
that would be a disaster. He must take his time and woo each of
them and get them used to having sex with him and each other as
he planed to pervert them all.  He had them do some of their
gymnastic routines for him. The little girls were very agile and
he would have fun bending them as he used their bodies whether
they wanted him to or not.
They had music to workout to for one of the girls had a solar
powered charger for her iPad 3. The girl had nearly a 110GB of
music downloaded on her apple wonder device. Her solar charger
could recharge most all of the smart phones and even Nick's
laptop that had survived the crash. They tried to use their cell
phones and other Wi-Fi  devices to contact the outside world but
they did not get a signal. However they did have access to all
the information in the devices.

Nick had several good programs on his laptop, like house call
doc, the complete gardener, e-encyclopedia Britannica, and all
the works of Miss Jackie Evancho, Bob Dylan, and Hank Williams
Sr. The girls had shit he had never heard of but hay they were
just kids and did not know what real music was, that is what his
mother said about Nick's noise he listened to when he was their
age.

Vicky took off her dirty dress and panties and did her stretching
routine for Nick. Her slim body bent and move like water as she
moved in a sexual rhythm. The child did splits and then she bent
all the way to her legs with her tiny ass facing the horny man.
She moved out of the tuck position and did a back flip that
landed her in his arms.  She kissed the man and then wrapped her
legs around his body. He kissed her back and rubbed her bottom
but pulled her off of him.

"Later my darling, the other girls are not ready for open sex
yet." he whispered in her ear.

"Well I am ready for sex now." she whispered into his ear as she
rubbed her pussy on his leg.

The storm had passed and he had to hack some newly fallen brush
from the entrance to the cave. He led some of the older children
down to the beach. It was as he expected the wreck was just gone.
There were some bits of foam and plastic floating in the shallow
bay of the island. He saw two dead bodies washed up from the
wreck. He would burry them later. Nick kept the girls away from
the dead bodies for he did not want one of them find their father
laying in the water.  He waded out into the bay and dove under
the water. He swam around the small bay but did not see any of
the wreckage. The storm surge must have carried it all out to sea
and dumped it in the deep waters just of the reef surrounding the
small island.
He worked his way back to the beach and found an old porcelain
covered steel sign.  It read in several languages Fangataufa
Island French Common Military Zone Entry is prohibited without
authorization. Warning  Atomic test site. Radiation hazard Keep
out.  Nick remembered reading about the French nuclear weapons
testing done on this island back in the 60's.

The French moved the natives off the island and detonated over
200 test there from 1964 to 1995. Nick knew that the French had
determined that the island was safe but closed down their small
monitoring station in 1997. They then placed a 200 mile
prohibited access zone around the tiny island and patrolled and
enforced the prohibition via French Military Aircraft and Navy. 
After a few protest ships went missing and several dive ships
were stopped and confiscated, people got the message and stayed
away from test site. This meant that it was unlikely that anyone
would be snooping around the island. He knew that the jet was way
off its normal flight path by some 300 miles. He doubted that the
search effort would come this far south.

He had seen the monkeys and other wildlife on the island and they
seemed to suffer no ill effects from the blasts radiation. Nick
would have to do a complete search of the island to see if there
was anything of use to him and his flock of little girls. There
was a bounty of fish thrown up on the beach by the storm. He set
the children to picking them up and taking them to the cave where
he would clean them and then smoke the fish to preserve them. He
had found a rusty 55 gallon steel barrel in the jungle near the
cave. He fashioned a smoker from the barrel and using the racks
out of the drink cart started smoking the fresh fish washed up on
the shore.

He had the girls divided into three teams and set each one a task
for the day. One team he had collect fish and shellfish from the
lagoon and beach. The second team he had gather fire wood and
coconuts from the small but dense forest. The third team was with
him as they walked around the small island scrounging anything
useful they could find.  They reached the north end of the island
and found the abandoned monitoring site.  Time and the ravages of
storms and the heat of the tropics had turned almost anything the
French had left behind to piles of rust or rot as the shack had
collapsed. He poked around in the rubble for a bit and did find
some rusty tools that he could use. Nick found two ax heads, a
spade that needed a new handle, three rusted hand saws, several
hammer heads and a pickax with a rotted handle. They then moved
on down the beach. He found a small boat with a rusted outboard
motor that had been beached for at least 20 years. A mango tree
grew up through the broken hull. He found an aluminum gas tank
that was bone dry but could be used to make a freshwater still.
He took the copper fuel lines and the tank back to the cave.
He coiled the copper lines attached them to the tank. The tank
was filled with salt water and then hot coals were placed under
the tank. They heated water in the tank until it gave off steam
that rose through the two copper coils and cooled as was removed
from the heat source. The distilled water dripped out of the
copper coils and was caught in jugs rescued from the wreck. They
got about a gallon in three to four hours. It was not a lot of
work but someone had to keep the coals heating the tank without
getting it too hot and melting the aluminum tank. The water was
used for cooking and mixed with the water from the stream for a
better taste.
The 31 people living on the small island would soon consume its'
resources if Nick did not conserve and augment the scarce water.
He also set up solar stills that used a sheet of plastic draped
over a cone shaped hole in the sand. A coconut was put in the
center of of the plastic sheet and a jug was placed under it.
Salt water was poured into the sand and as the sun evaporated the
water it condensed on the plastic and ran down the cone into the
jug.
How much water they got from the solar still depended on how hot
it got and how much sunshine hit the plastic.  They got about a
gallon a hour when the sun was out most of the day.

Vicky brought Nick a bag of microwave popcorn she found in the
snack cart they had gotten of the jet. "I wish we had a microwave
so we could pop this corn." the child said as she handed the
brown paper bag to him.
"Wow, this is a great find dear! We will plant the seeds and grow
our own popcorn. We can eat it like corn on the cob when it is
young and then dry the rest and pop it over the fire. But we must
save some to replant. The corn stalks we can feed to the goats.
We will use fish guts and our own waste as fertilizer. We should
be able to grow a crop year round. Good job darling!" he said as
he hugged the nude child to him. One thing led to another and
they did not get the corn planted that afternoon. He did plant a
child in his willing lover as she had her first period. She was
the first of many of his children he would make mothers.

He carried her into the shade of a flowering bush and lay her
down.  Vicky spread her legs for her lover and hungrily took him
into her body. She felt his cock press in her vagina and the
walls of her love box stretch to accommodate him. The child
hugged her lover and shoved her hips to meet his as he fucked
her. Her young pussy was so tight that it milked his cock with
each stroke.  Vicky was so willing and vivacious that poor old
Nick came all too soon. He shot his seed deep into her eager
desirous body. His healthy sperm attacked her fertile womb and
the lucky swimmer breached the egg and the life of a brand new
girl was started.
He ate her pussy for a good half a hour to make up for his
premature ejaculation. This did not bother young Vicky as she
called out the names of several gods and some names she just made
up as she humped his face. Her orgasms filled her body with joy
and Nick's mouth with wonderful tasting girl mung.

They did find a goat trail that led up the hill. He saw three
brown goats browsing the lush grass on the hillside. The goats
did not seem to notice his small group. They had been wild for so
long and there had been no humans to hunt them so they had no
fear of the people below. Nick made plans for catching a few of
them and keeping them in a pen for their milk and meat. He kept
an eye to the sea but saw no ships passing near the island. He
did see contrails from the jets that crossed the wide Pacific
Ocean, however they were far too high to see any signal if he
wanted to make one, which he did not.  He planed to live out his
life on this paradise island fucking his little girls.

He had a short wave radio app on his smart phone. He could listen
to broadcast but his phone did not have the power to send out a
signal anyone could hear. If a ship was in line of sight he might
be able to talk to them. He did listen to news broadcast from
Fiji but there was no mention of a missing aircraft. Typhoon Rai
was the main story as it had done major damage to  Manila and the
western half of the Philippines. The storm lashed Taiwan and then
disintegrated as it made landfall. The typhoon was downgraded to
a tropical depression that dumped several inches of rain on China
causing localized flooding.

The girls wanted to go home and were sad when he told them where
they were and that the chances of anyone finding them was remote.
They worked on the cave and cleared some ground around its'
entrance. With the children's help he built a fence to hold the
goats they caught. After a few weeks he had all of the little
girls going naked and turning darker from the sun and sea. One of
the little girls that had a broken bone died suddenly. Nick
though that it must have been a blood clot that broke loose and
went to her heart or brain. The poor child died in her sleep.

They had a nice service for Shelly and buried her with the three
bodies that had washed up on the shore after the storm. Two weeks
later a girl fell to her death when she was chasing a baby goat.
She slid on some loose earth and plunged to her death on the
jagged rocks below. It was a sad month. The teams fell into a
routine as they rotated jobs one week at a time. One team hunted
and fished the small island. They would gather fruit, coconuts
and eggs from the sea birds that nested on the island. The girls
got good at using the spears Nick made from steak knives from the
jet for fishing in the warm shallow waters of the lagoon.
The second team worked on building needed items around the camp.
They improved the paths and dug a real latrine. They built five
new smokers for the fish and goat meat they got. The new smokers
were made of mud and sticks woven like a beehive. This team also
gathered fire wood for cooking and smoking the meat.

The third team did the cooking and cleaning around the camp. They
also tended the small garden that Nick had started from seeds he
gathered around the island. He had found an old garden gone to
seed as was able to get some peppers, onions, and some herbs.
They also tended the salt recovery system he built that reclaimed
the salt in the sea water. They filled the shallow pits cut the
black bed rock with sea water and let the sun evaporate the water
leaving behind the salt.  They also ran the solar water stills.

The girls had made him a special bed at the back of the cave.
They called it the love nest. He had a curious audience the first
time he and Vicky used it. His little lover had cleaned herself
up and wore a garland of fresh wild flowers around her neck. The
child lover lay on her side and invited her man to join with her.
Nick got in the bed with his pre-teen lover and kissed her face
and ran his hands over her nubile body. There were oh's and awe's
from the children who had gathered to watch the lucky Vicky make
love.

Nick felt a hand rub his ass and another small hand grab his cock
and play with it. It seemed that this would be a hands on sex EDU
event. He move a young girl out of the way and got his face
between Vicky's legs. He started to eat her pussy when a small
mouth found his cock and  started to suck it. Vicky was moaning
out loud until a young child climbed over her face and pressed
her tiny pussy into the girl's willing mouth. Things went down
hill from there as most of the girls joined in the impromptu
orgy.

Not all of the girls were happy with the way Nick was treating
them. A strong willed black eleven year old girl was vocal about
the man having sex with the girls. She wanted off the island and
knew that the man was not trying to get them rescued.  Vicky
overheard the black girl complaining to another black child.
"I tell you that it is just sick that an old man like him is
having sex with young girls. Back home he would go to jail. I am
going to report him as soon as someone finds us. I know they are
looking for us. He is not doing anything to get us rescued." the
girl said as the two cleaned some fish the other team had brought
back from the lagoon.

Vicky went to the 'kitchen' near the front of the cave and got a
steak knife and put it in the small fanny pack she wore. She got
a basket woven from palm leaves and then approached the
complaining child.

"Hay Tonieasha,  I saw some baby goats up on the ridge. Come help
me catch one. It would be fun to raise it."she said as she stood
looking at the black girl.
"Well I guess it beats cutting up fish guts. Sure I will come
with you." the child said as she put the knife she was using down
and rinsed her hands in a woven bucket of bloody water.
The girls climbed the steep path to top of the rugged hill. The
view from up there was marvelous.  You could see the coral reef
that  ran around the island. The water was an emerald green. They
stopped to catch their breath.
"I do not see any baby goats where did they go?"  Tonieasha asked
as she stood near the edge of cliff.
"Just look down over the edge. You will see them there." Vicky
said as she drew the knife and stepped up next to the black
child's back.
" I still do not see them. Are you shu.... ahaa." she screamed as
the sharp knife was driven into her back. The black child jerked
and tried to turn and see what had happened when Vicky stabbed
her again and then shoved her over the edge. The child screamed
on the way down and again as she bounced off a jagged bolder
jutting out from the cliff.  She slammed into another rock and
then fell to the rubble strewn base of the cliff.
"Fuck you cunt! Tell the fucking cops now bitch." Vicky said as
she wiped the blood off of the knife in the dirt. She had just
voted someone off the island. She walked back to the cave humming
a toon that Nick had on his smart phone.
If you're havin' trouble with the high school head,
 he's givin' you the blues, you wanna graduate but not in his
bed,
 here's what you gotta do, pick up the phone,I'm always home,
call me anytime,36,24,36, oh,
I lead a life of crime,
Dirty deeds,done dirt cheap
dirty deeds,done dirt cheap,
dirty deeds, done dirt cheap
.Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap,
Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap.
If you're havin' trouble with your life of love,
you got a broken heart,he's double dealin' with your best friend,
that's when the teardrops start, fella,pick up the phone I'm here
alone,
just make a social call,come right in,forget about him,
we'll have ourselves a ball.
Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap,
Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap
,Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap.
If ya got a lady and ya want her gone,
but you ain't got the guts,she keeps naggin' at ya night and day,
enough to drive you nuts,pick up the phone,
leave her alone,it's time you made a stand.
For a fee,I'm happy to be,your back door man.
Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap
.Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap.
Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap.
Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap.
 Concrete shoes Cyanide, TNT! Done dirt cheap!
 Neckties, contracts, High voltage! Done dirt cheap!
 Dirty deeds, I got a lotta dirty deeds,
 Done dirt cheap! Dirty deeds,
 I got a lotta dirty deeds
 Done dirt cheap!Yeah!

Vicky found Nick working on a mahogany tree trunk the storm had
fallen. He was chopping on the end near the roots.  The tree
would become a dugout canoe with an outrigger to stabilize the
craft in the sea.  He was not going to sail  to the nearest
island some 300 miles away but rather use it for fishing in the
lagoon and the waters of the reef around the island.

He had chopped the top layer of bark off down the length of the
log. He had coals smoldering as they burned the wood away. He
would burn a few inches into the trunk and then use the ax to
chop the weakened wood out  and then put more coals in the dugout
until he had gotten it deep enough. He saw Vicky coming down the
path and she did not look happy.

"Hi honey, what's wrong?  You look like someone just pissed in
your coffee."he said as he put the ax down.

"Tonieasha had an accident. She is dead. The cunt was going to
tell whoever finds us that you have been forcing yourself on the
children and that you did not try to signal for help." she said
as she looked at the boat.

"How did she have this accident?" Nick asked as he put his arm
around the child.

"She was looking for baby goats and got too close to the edge of
the cliff. She slipped and fell to her death. Oh it was so
tragic. Oh I left out the part where I stab her twice in the back
and then shove her over the fucking edge. Fuck with my man will
you cunt?  Well I guess she won't be fucking with anything save
maybe the forest." the hard child said as she rubbed her slightly
distended belly. She was just starting to show the baby he had
put in her body.

"Well that is a tragedy,  I guess that cliff base isolated enough
that we do not have to take the trouble to drag her ass back and
burry her with the rest. You did will today dear, however next
time come and tell me about it first. She could have grabbed you
and taken you with her. I would hate it if anything happened to
you darling.

A year later and the tribe had grown by three new babies. There
was Vicky's little girl, Candy Wilson's little boy, and Peggy
Scott's little baby girl. Besides the tragic loss of Tonieasha,
two young girls had drowned when they went wadding after a storm
had hit the island again and were swept out to sea by a rip tide.
 Three more of the older girls were expecting and Vicky was
working on getting knocked up at every opportunity she had.

Nick had heard a report on the loss of Delta's flight 396, the
Tokyo Express. The FAA (Federal Aviation Administration.)  and
NTSB (National Transportaion Safety Board) had grounded the
entire fleet of 797s after the loss of Delta's flight 396.
Numerous bad parts had been found and the FAA would not let the
jumbo jet fly again until each one of the planes had been checked
out from nose to tail.  No wreckage of the flight was recovered
so therefor the case was still open but listed as
unknown/unsolved. All 346 people on board were listed as
missing/assumed deceased. Three years later a seat cushions was
found on a beach in New Zealand and the case was changed to lost
at sea no survivors.
This is a work of fiction, the real   Fangataufa is an Atoll in
the French Common Military Zone. The island is approximatly. 5.8
miles long and 5.8 wide. It has a lagoon area of 27 square miles
and a land area of 3.5 square miles. It is located 23 miles south
of Moruroa atoll, 122 miles east of Tematangi, 150 miles
southwest of the Gambier Islands and 740 miles southeast of
Tahiti. The atoll has no water and is inhabitable without a major
desalination plant. The above water land is only a hundred feet
wide and only six feet above sea level.
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