A Story - SOUTH PACIFIC VACATION

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[center]Susan Chantell (c0l0rad022) I want to thank my Role Play partner Rob without whom this would not have been possible[/center]

Rob watched Susan as she moved the spoon to her mouth and blew on the hot contents. “So, this is your secret recipe, huh?” She popped it into her mouth. “What’s in this chili anyway, Robby?”

Rob smiled as he watched the her reaction. “Three types of ground meat: buffalo, beef, and venison. I cooked that then coated it thickly with chili powder. Also, seven cloves of minced garlic, garlic powder, thyme, cayenne, cumin, one large can of whole tomatoes, three cans of tomato sauce and one of paste … and a few extras here and there.”

Susan looked at him with an arched brow. “Yummy, it’s good. Where’s yours?” Rob winked and got his own bowl. He had wanted to make sure Susan could eat the spicy mixture before committing to eating it himself. No point starting if they were going to have to go grab a burger. It wouldn’t be the first time one of his creations had turned her pallet. Usually, though, she enjoyed his cooking.

“Wow! I love this! Spicy, but not overdone!” The two looked up, eyes sparkling. “Are you excited about our trip tomorrow? I know I can’t wait!”

“Definitely!” Rob winked, his impish smile playing on his face. “I’ve never been to Papau New Guinea. I’ve been all around it though. I’ve wanted to go since I was a kid in the seventies!”

“But you were all over the South Pacific in the eighties, right?”

“I don’t know about ALL over, but a few places to be sure.” Rob shrugged. “But something about Papau New Guinea always fascinated me.”

Susan nodded. She’d heard the story several times before. Rob had regaled her more than once his fascination with primitive tribes, especially cannibals. Their choices had been Ireland or Papau New Guinea and Susan had suggested the island near Australia. Better beaches and more sun had been her final deciding factors.

“So what happens tomorrow? I know the limo is coming to pick us up at eight in the morning and take us over to Hobby.”

“From Hobby, we fly to LAX. That’s about two hours thirty five minutes, if I remember right. And then we have a seventeen hour flight to Port Moresby, Papau New Guinea. The resort is sending a Jeepney to pick us up and take us to our hut.” “Jeepney?”

“Open air taxi/jeep thing,” Rob waved his hand back and forth. “Sort of.”

“Okay.” Susan lit up. “Oh this is going to be great! Our own private hut, near a secluded beach?! Better than a crowded day in Galveston any old time.”

“Yeppers! They told me it’s very private and out of the way. And it’s in the bush so we get the beach and jungle. Plus it isn’t far from the places I want to see.”

“The brochure said we can hike and charter tours into the jungle, right Robby?”

“Yes. They even have a tour to the Cannibal tribe’s village.”

“Cannibal tribe’s village? I thought you said all the cannibals were gone!”

“They are, silly. Like, thirty plus years ago. They were the last tribe still holding onto the practice. I read an interview with the chief, he said they knew it was wrong and understood why. Of course,” Rob mumbled under his breath. “He said they missed the taste sometimes.”

Susan finished the last of the chili, scraping the bowl with a giggle. “That was incredible.”

Rob loved to watch her eat and even more for her to enjoy her meal. There was a certain satisfaction knowing that the curl of her lip had been created by something he did for her. “You finished that one fast! Want another bowl?”

“Just a half.” Susan sat back in her chair while Rob took her bowl, bringing it back a little more than half full. “That was the best I have ever had!”

“I’m glad you like it.” He refilled her glass of wine. “Maybe I am just fattening you up so I don’t have to run so hard to catch you?”

“Or, you’re thinking of selling me to the cannibals and making a fortune!” They both laughed.

“I wouldn’t sell you to any grubby cannibals, sweet heart.” Rob took her hand in his and looked into her eyes, his face tender and serious. “I enjoy eating you too much, myself.” She slapped at him playfully and he dodged back quickly.

“Robert! Ooooo, you are so bad!” The sudden movement made Susan reel a bit. She teetered precariously on her chair, then placed her hand to her head.

Rob was at her side instantly, “whoa baby, are you okay?!”

“Yeah just a bit dizzy all of a sudden. Honey, my bags are packed and my over night is up stairs. Can you put everything but that next to the door.” She kissed him lightly. “I’m sorry if you had any plans for tonight, but I want to lay down for a while. Can you be a Prince and clean the kitchen?”

“Thanks Robby.” Susan stood and lost her balance. She reached for the table and still almost fell to the floor. “Holy cats. What’s the other secret ingredient?”

“Umm, Red hot, Louisiana and Tabasco sauces.” He caught her in his arms to steady her. “I think someone is having an endorphin overload.”  Rob swept her easily into his arms and carried her to the bedroom.

“It didn’t taste that spicy! Gosh.”

Rob carried his lover to the bedroom, lay her gently in bed, carefully undressed her and tucked her in with a kiss.

“I don’t feel sick, I mean not like I ate something bad, I just feel dizzy.” She closed her eyes. “The room is spinning. It’s like a carnival ride!” Rob sat on the bed, smoothing her hair as she fell asleep. He brushed the hair from her forehead, kissed her lightly.

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Rob walked in and kissed Susan’s lips. “Limo’s here, honey.”

She rose groggily. “Huh? Limo? What time is it?!”

“Eight AM.”

“You let me over sleep?!”

“Yep. You didn’t look like you felt all that grand, so I let you sleep in a bit.”

“Okay, Okay. I’m up. Tell them I need fifteen minutes. I’ll be right down.” She bounced into the bathroom. “Get me an O.J.”

Rob walked down the stairs and let the limo driver know it would be another twenty minutes. In the kitchen, he fixed the glass of juice and some toast.

Twenty minutes later, Susan peaked her head around the corner of the kitchen with a smile. She was wearing her favorite pair of jeans, a Ivory blouse, Reeboks and a sweater. “How’d I do?”

“Ten minutes better than I guessed,” he replied. He swept her into a hug and twirled her once. She took a few bites of the toast and drank all the orange juice, rinsed her glass and tossed the uneaten bread, then grabbed her handbag and book. “Let’s go.”

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Rob kissed Susan and whispered, “Wake up, Suzie, we’re here.”

Susan stretched, catlike her blue eyes slipping open. “We’re where?”

He laughed and pointed out the window to the lush green tropical forest that covered the hills around the airport. The city of Port Moresby sprung up from the jungle, imposing itself into the scenery, yet somehow not looking as though it was intruding. The jungle and the city overlapped in several places, like many Asian towns.

Susan marveled at the site. “That’s beautiful.” She looked over her shoulder. “We’re here!”

Rob leaned his head against hers with a chuckle. “Yes. Ready?”

“For fun and sun? You bet. For cannibals? Nuh-uh.”

The plane began to empty, but Rob stayed in his seat. “I don’t believe there are any left, Susan. The last tribe was converted to Christianity and I read where the chief said they knew how wrong cannibalism was.”

“Good!” She kissed him on the cheek then shoved him out of his seat.

He made her work to get him up. “Are we in a rush?”

“Yeah! I’ve been cooped up on this sardine can long enough. I wanna feel the sun on my body! Now get up!”

Rob slipped their bags from the overhead. “Okay, okay. I thought we might get some private time in as well.”

“In time! I want the south seas sun!” She raced to the front of the plane leaving her man to mule the bags. “Hey are you coming or are you going to fumble with stuff back there?” She smiled and went back.”

Rob said a single word under his breath as he looked out the window. “Spanking.”

Susan kissed him on the forehead, delicate brow arched. “Did you say spanking?”

Rob smiled slyly and pointed outside. “I said look at the planking.”

She grabbed her shoulder bag and raced outside the plane as Rob casually strolled down the aisle. “Damn it, I should have worn shorts.” It was a warm, sunny day. It wasn’t quite hot, but it was definitely humid. Strange smells hung in the air. “Where’s customs?”

He pointed with his chin. “Straight that way, Sweetie.”

The pair headed to customs, teasing each other along the way and then out to the cab station. The Jeepney from the hotel was waiting on them.

Susan began to fidget as she noticed the driver looking at her in the mirror. They arrived at the hotel forty-five minutes later.  “Not too many blondes around here,” she whispered to Rob. “I seem to be drawing more than my share of looks. You better keep me close.”

He looked around at the native men and women staring. “Yeah, I noticed. Not sure I am digging that too much.”

They signed in at the front desk at the hotel and were directed to their hut.  The native behind the desk smiled broadly. “You have special quarters. It is for our very special guests.”  Rob was listening, but too busy staring down the men eyeing Susan to contribute. They were at least a head taller than he and more broad shouldered, but he was fearless when protecting Susan.  “Follow de bellboy down de path outside. You gonna love it.”

“Robby,” Susan whispered. “I hope this place gets more comfortable really fast!”

“Yeah,” he replied. “I’m not liking this one bit, Susan. We could head back to town and stay somewhere there.”

“Hey, we spent a small fortune on this place! Where else is there?”

Rob shrugged, still casting looks at the natives. “It doesn’t matter. I am not going to have you stared at like a piece of meat. I mean, I don’t mind guys looking … okay that’s a lie and we both know it … But damn it.”

They walked behind the bellhop down a long path surrounded on all sides by thick jungle and underbrush. The man kept looking over his shoulder at Susan and smiling. The hut was nestled in among the dense foliage, over looking a pristine beach with blue water. Susan paused to take in the sight. “Now this I can get used to.”

Susan leapt up the steps, grabbed a small bundle from her bag and disappeared into the bedroom. Rob was left outside with the native, still staring past him. “Okay, thank you for everything. You can go now.” He walked up the stairs feeling as if he had maybe made a mistake choosing the hotel.  But Susan loved the beach and it was a lovely scene. He changed into his jean shorts and a button up shirt he left open. He could change with his girl, but it would delay her getting into the water. He knew there would be plenty of time later.

She exited the bedroom and stood in the doorway, hands above her head. “Like it?” She was wearing a yellow and white string bikini. Rob’s mouth dropped open.

“Like it? I love it.”  She twirled around, holding her hair up and allowing him to see everything. “That is just … wow.”  He took her hands and kissed them both.

“Cool. Now let go. I want to get in the ocean.”

They ran to the water, Rob chasing and grabbing at her. There was no one else in sight. The sounds of the surf, the birds and other animals the only noises reaching their ears. 

“Back home we pray for this,” Rob said, stopping short of the water as Susan ran thigh deep into it. She was splashing and loving the feel of the warm tropical water. “I guess this isn’t bad.”

“Hey, what’s that sound?” Susan stopped, her brow furrowed in concentration, as she moved to Rob’s side on the beach.

“Birds? Monkeys?” Rob shrugged. “Which sound?”

“Shh,” placing a finger at his lips, “It’ll start again.” They stood quietly listening. Boom, boom, boom. Then nothing. “I didn’t hear that drum beat when we came up the path.”

“No, I didn’t either. Native ritual?” Swish Rob looked down as a burning began at his thigh. The colorful dart was sticking into the meat of his leg a couple of inches. “Shit! Suzie run!” He pushed her to get her moving.

“Robby!!!” She screamed only a few feet away from him, and stared at the dart in his leg.

“Suzie, run!” His words were slurred, head already becoming foggy as he stumbled up the beach to meet the men running from the jungle. Susan hadn’t moved. “Susan, run now damn it!”

“No! I won’t leave you!” Swish. The dart hit her at mid calf. “Aaaahhhh!” She stumbled barely a few steps and collapsed in the sand as the poison did it’s job.

Rob moved sluggishly toward one of the approaching natives. He was almost finished, he knew it wouldn’t take much longer for the dart’s venom to render him unconscious. The bellboy approached him laughing, saying something he couldn’t understand. Rob fell to his knees as the bellhop grabbed his hair and looked down in his face. With every ounce of strength he had left, Rob drove his hand forward and up, locking onto the first set of things he came to. He and the bellboy fell unconscious at the same time.

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Susan awoke naked, a leather collar around her neck, hands tied behind her back and a chain attached between the collar and a stake driven deeply in the ground. She felt as if her mouth were full of cotton and her vision was blurred. She could make out shapes and if she focused, eventually objects. Her eyes settled on one object. Rob lay outside a hut on his stomach, his face bruised, arms chained apart. “Suzie,” he called out weakly.

“Rob? Rob?! What’s going on? Where are we?”

A large naked man with a beautiful headdress came from the hut behind Rob. “You are in our village. And you are staying for dinner!” The men laughed. The chief walked to her and weighed each of her breasts then ran his hands along her body, pinching and testing. “And a fine dinner you will be! And after what your man did to my son, he will get to watch everything we do to you.”

“Let her go. She didn’t do anything.”

He continued to fondle her body. Susan pulled away, yelling. “Stop it! Leave me alone! Let us go, you bastard.”

The chief cuffed Susan hard enough to knock her to the ground. “You don’t tell me what to do, Long Pig!”

Rob strained against the bonds, pulling one of the stakes almost free before several of the women restrained him.

“Hey, I’m not your damn pig. I’m an American!” She looked over at Rob, hoping for help. The women were sitting on his back, holding his head in her direction. “Robby!”

Rob’s struggles were getting weaker as he fought the tribe’s women. He could feel the burning in his muscles from pulling at the bonds before. The women were speaking to him, but he couldn’t understand what they were saying. The sound of his heart filled his ears as it strummed in his chest.

The Chief watched the struggles with satisfaction. He reached for Susan again. She spit in his face. “Savage! Let me and Rob go!”

He wiped the spit and licked it. “Delicious. If the male closes his eyes, cut the lids off.” The men surrounded her, slowly closing in on her naked form. Susan screamed as she was repeatedly violated.

Rob was forced to watch the entire ordeal. He bit and cursed, and fought valiantly to free himself, but to no avail. In the end, the Chief took Susan and spun her slowly so Rob could see all the different ways they had desecrated her body.

“Susan, no! Let her go! Let her go and take me instead.”

The chief turned his head and smiled. “Don’t worry, once she is in the stew, you will be cooked as well for the women’s plates. There are many mouths to feed.”

The men pick her up and carry her to a large pot in the center of their village, the smell of burning wood filled the air. “Rob, what is that?”

The Chief motioned his men to drop her into the hot water. “They can’t do this to us,” she said with a sob. “Don’t cook me!”

The bottom of the pan was hot on her skin as the water steadily turned from warm to hot. “I don’t want to die. Robby, it burns!” She screamed with the pain. She couldn’t see Rob struggling again against the women of the village.

Susan felt her life force being drawn slowly into the water as though it was lapping at her essence and drawing it to the fire below. Her screams became weaker and her vision began to tunnel.

She was slipping into the pot as Rob was forced to watch. The Chief approached with a machette in his hands. He grabbed a handful of Susan’s blonde mane and dragged her half out of the pot, her neck and breasts exposed across the lip of the scalding pot.

Rob watched as the chief's hand raised above his head, the machette gleaming in the sunlight. The blade began a seemingly timeless decent toward her open neck, to behead her ending her life.  Rob’s horror grew as he watched her eyes fly open when the blade touched her neck.

“Suzie,” he whispered gently.

Susan felt the cold of … two lips pressing where the blade should have beheaded her. She bolted upright, almost knocking her lover unconscious. Her eyes were wide with terror and a layer of sweat on her skin as she looked at him, uncomprehending.

Rob pulled her to him using his hands and voice to calm her. “It’s okay, just a bad dream. Shhh, it’s okay Suzie.”

Her hands flew to her neck as she looked frantically around their bedroom. “What happened?!”

“Bad dream, Suzie, a nightmare.” He looked at her with a loving smile. “The limo is here. All the bags are in it.  You need to get ready.”

Tears cascaded down her face as she lay against him, letting his strength and warmth comfort her. “Oh Robby, what happened. I was being cooked by cannibals,” her body trembled as she sobbed uncontrollably into his shoulder.

“No honey,” he said, giving her a kiss. “There aren’t any cannibals. Shhh.” The trembling began to subside and her sobs became further apart. “Just a bad dream brought on by good chili.”

It didn’t take her long to calm down as he played with her hair and caressed her bare back.  Finally bouncing out of bed, Rob took a playful swat at her backside, as she headed to the bathroom, “Ok, ok, no more secret recipe chili! Tell them I need fifteen minutes and get me an O J.”

Downstairs, he told the driver they would need a half hour. Then he went into the kitchen, fixed some toast and orange juice and waited for Suzie to come down.

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My Dearest Susan,

  It gets better every time I read it! Wish I was there with you!

        My Love, My Life

          Your Irene (Rennie)

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[quote author=IreneDelacorte link=topic=233.msg380#msg380 date=1134500211] My Dearest Susan,

It gets better every time I read it! Wish I was there with you!

My Love, My Life

Your Irene (Rennie) [/quote]

[color=red]My Rennie -

I knew I could count on you to answer my first post.  Thank you

Love, Susan[/color]

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[color=red]Thank you t'Sade, I consider it a privildge to get feedback and comments from you.  I enjoyed that twist too but then ending the story exactly as the dream began I felt gave it a feeling the dream would play out exactly the same for me too so that death was inevitable.

Love, Susan Chantell[/color]