Lost in Paradise Ch. 01

A multipart part story of a small group of actors whose plane crashes on an island in the South Pacific. Those who are looking for sex, will find it after the crash.

Prologue

I stand there and watch as the US Air Force, in its usual efficient ways, loads our travel containers into an old C130. The containers fill the bay, with room in front for just a few passengers. Since I was the only passenger, responsible for making sure the containers reached their destination unopened, I was looking forward to a nice nap as we flew down south to New Zealand and the start of our tour. The World Tour of "Six" was just getting underway and I was their traveling Stage Manager.

The cast and crew caught a Qantas flight, an hour before, so I was the last out of Hawaii. The US Air Force was giving us transportation in exchange for a few show stops at middle eastern military bases. Saved us shipping costs and did a few good deeds for the service men trapped on those bases.

The pilot, copilot, and navigator came on board and showed me where the coffee maker was, the primitive head (a pipe out the side and a bucket) and the few parachutes, if I needed a parachute. The flight time, in an old four engine turbo-prop transport plane, was well over 12 hours (Commercial flights take about 10 hours), so I was prepared to try and sleep most of the way.

As we prepared to taxi, we received a hold from the control tower, as there were some passengers joining us. Looking out the small window, I spotted a van approaching the plane. The navigator came back, opened the side door, and lowered the stairs, as out of the van popped the six main characters in the show (all wives of Henry VIII). I named them to myself, (with their characters) as they climb into the plane; Linda (Catherine of Aragon), Ann (Anne Boleyn), Janet (Jane Seymour), Maria (Anne of Cleves), Mary (Catherine Howard), and finally Maxie (Catherine Parr).

"Welcome aboard, miss your plane?" I ask, innocently, with a mischievous smile. I liked the ladies, but they tended to be a bit bossy, as most divas are (and there are six of them).

"Yes, and we decided to catch this rattle trap instead of having to pay for a flight to New Zealand, ourselves."

"Seems reasonable, but the accommodation is a bit slim. Food is limited, seating is canvas slings along the side there and you are the entertainment, but the price is right." I inform the ladies.

They laugh and show me their boxed lunches and dinners. So, the food is taken care of, seating is uncomfortable, but I cannot wait till they see the bathroom.

Over a crackling speaker, we hear the pilot, "Better strap in, we are heading out to the runway and then south to New Zealand, I hope I remember where it is." With a chuckle. At that, we hear the engines start, one at a time, till all are running. As they came online, the noise got louder and louder, till we were unable to hear anything but them. As we sit there, the navigator leans into the seating area and throws each of us a headset. As we put them on, the noise dampens down, but the buzz of the vibrating engines is now felt through our seats. The ladies are now starting to realize that military transportation is not luxury travel, and they have only 12 hours of it to go.

The plane rolls out onto the tarmac, the engines get louder, vibrate more and now the plane starts to jerk and bounce around. We are pushed back into our seats, as the plane picks up speed and we feel the floor push us up as we take to the air.

The great adventure is starting, but it is not the one we have been working on for the last 6 weeks.

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Chapter 1 -- A Lighting strike

I wake up to the noise of a crack of thunder, a blinding flash of light, and trying to understand what is going on. The large plane is bouncing around the sky, as the storm rages around the plane. The cabin is filled with flashes of light and the sound of thunder, exploding around us. I then noticed that a couple of the ladies were flying up into the air as the plane bounced around the sky. The noise of the engines is loud, as is the lightning exploding around us. Then suddenly the sound of the engines disappears, and the floor starts tilting away from me. I always wear my seat-belt, but the plane is yanking me around as I reach up and pull the nearest lady down to her seat. Looking around, I watch as the other lady grabs the back of her seat. I check to see if the rest of the ladies have their belts, like me, on.

Looking into the frightened eyes of the lady I was shoving into her seat, I yelled "Put your seat-belt on, now!" Seeing the fear in her eyes, I shove her deeper into her seat and yell again "Put your belt on, damn it!".

Letting her go, I felt the plane level out and then tilt right, wing down, on my side. Turning and looking out at the small window next to me. All I see is the ocean and then an island comes sliding into the view outside the window. I watch, as the nose of the plane lines up with the sandy beach and dips toward it. Realizing what is happening, I yell "We are going to crash, hang on, now!" and brace myself against the side of the plane.

The plane now levels out and heads for the island, as the beach lines up with the nose of the plane. I turn back and watch as the ladies put on or check their seat-belts. They all have a frightened look about themselves, just as I must. All we can hear is the air rushing by, the sounds of the storm and a voice in the dark, praying. The seconds ticks by and then I see the palm trees start flashing by. The plane touches the sandy beach with a noise like a freight train and starts to slide along it. It is not wide and before long, the right-side wing starts cutting down the palm trees, next to the beach. Each hit of a palm sends a shudder through out the plane and starts to turn the plane sideways. A large out cropping of rock, finally catches the plane's wing, and its two engines with their wing, break off. The plane is now turning its nose straight into the cliff, next to the beach. With a loud crunch, the plane stops in an instant, but the stuff inside does not. Everything inside continues to move forward, flying past us sitting along the cabin wall and crashing into the back of the cockpit, shattering the crates as it all comes to a crashing halt. The plane is now stopped, the tail end begins to drop down and the plane rolls to the left, as the weight of the remaining wing and its two engines rolls the cabin. The tail breaks across the top and falls into the waves breaking over the beach. I now realize that the plane has stopped, with its nose into cliff, the fuselage in the jungle, the open tail end on the beach and waves breaking into the rear of the plane.

I sit there, thankful that I am still alive and watch as the waves break into the torn off tail section. Getting up, I check on the ladies and see that two are unconscious and the rest are moving around. The two unconscious ones are slumped in their seats and the ladies next to them are checking to see if they are all right. As the ladies are being seen too by a couple of the ladies, I decide to check on the crew. Unbuckling myself, and I crawl uphill towards the door to the cockpit. Looking around, I notice the other ladies. One is just sitting there, staring into nothing and the last one is struggling out of her seat, shoving her way through the wreckage. I stand and head uphill towards the door to the cockpit, hoping the plane's crew is all right. Opening the door, I find the cockpit has been crushed back to the pilots and they are dead. The navigator had also been thrown forward and was also among the dead.

Backing out, I return to the ladies, to see if they are all right. They all have unbuckled and are crawling around the plane's bay. Smelling aviation fuel, I yell over the storm, to the ladies "Let's get the hell out of the plane". I am thinking that they should get out and away from the plane, in case of fire. Staggering down the fuselage, I spotted the emergency equipment and pulled out the emergency raft. One of the ladies, Maria I think, joins me, and we pick it up. Looking around I see a door with a built-in ladder. Opening it, the ladder falls out and makes an exit. "This way" I yelled and threw the raft out the door. I stand by the door yell "This way." as the storm waves crash deeper into the open end of the plane.

Looking back, I yell again, "Get off this plane. Get the hell out of this thing."

A voice from within answers "Who put you in charge?"

"I'm not! It's just because of the smell of aviation fuel." And turning to the exit. I say to the lady helping me. "The fuel is dripping from that broken wing, with still active electronics could start a fire, so I'm out of here." I yelled at her and turned to exit the plane. Looking back, I see the other ladies start to follow.

Climbing out, with the help of Maria, we take the raft through the rain to an area, off the beach, which was flat, and between the palms. Setting it down, I pull the inflation cord and jump back, as it explodes in front of me. It is a 20-man raft, filling with air, it becomes a large tent like structure. Climbing onto it, I see, is large enough for all of us. I am now starting to shake, as I start to come down from my adrenaline high.

Shaking, I pulled off my soaking wet shirt and pants. Then take a space blanket from a marked pocket and wrap myself in it. I settled down on the inflated floor. Maria and Linda crawl in under the blanket with me, after stripping off their own wet clothes. Wrapping my arms around them and pulling them close, I leaned back and listened to the storm around us.

I watch as Ann and Maxie curl under another blanket and Janet, along with Mary, settle under their own individual blankets. Laying there, we listen, as the storm lashes the island, with us on it.

As I lay there, I feel an unknown hand slide under my boxer shorts and cup my balls. I then feel a different hand reach down and find that other hand, already there. That hand lightly slaps the early arrival and then grasps my cock. I now start to get hard, as I am slowly jacked off and I find myself falling asleep to the sound of heavy rain on top of our makeshift refuge, exhaustion has taken its toll.