Force Fantasies Fiction

~ Savage Rerun ~
By Woody Hardman


Excerpt One -- In which the Professor teaches Ginger a lesson.

"Thank you for saving me from that nasty kidnapper," Ginger said in her typical, breathless voice.

"It was necessary," Professor Hinkley explained in a matter-of-fact tone. "Every member of our group performs an essential function, and so we must all remain extant if weíre going to survive as a whole."

"No need to be modest, Professor. That was still a very brave thing you did." The sultry movie star lowered her heavy eyelids in a distinctively seductive manner.

"You know, traditionally, there are other ways in which women in our society express gratitude for acts of heroism."

Ginger was taken slightly aback.

"Whatever do you mean, Professor Hinkley?"

"Be serious, Miss Grant." His face seemed to grow more serious. "Weíre both adults. You know precisely what I mean."

"But Professor..." Ginger started to back away from him. "You were the one who told us that we all had to be very careful. The island canít support any more people."

He reached down and grabbed a coil of rope near his feet.

"Iíve been keeping track of your menstrual cycle, Ginger." The Professor took a step toward her. "You wonít get pregnant."

"But..." She glanced around, hoping one of the others was nearby. "Itís just... wrong!"

"Quite the contrary," he countered. "All human beings have definite biological urges. Weíve all suppressed our natural inclinations for far too long. The time to act on them is now!"

The Professor stretched the length of rope between his hands.

"No..." Ginger suddenly felt gripped by fear, as if she no longer knew this man. "We canít do this!"

"These urges canít be continually denied," he stated. "Youíre a young, healthy woman... You want this as much as I do!"

"Iíve really got to get back now." Ginger turned and started to run, but her high-heeled shoes wouldnít allow her to move very quickly in the fine sand. In an instant the Professor tackled her, taking her down to the ground. He rested his left forearm on her shoulder and pulled her right hand behind her back.

"No, Roy! You canít do this!" she protested. Yet she seemed to allow him to grab her free hand and bind her wrists with the coarse rope.

"Your lips say no, but your actions speak louder!" He seemed to chuckle as he straddled her and then cinched and knotted the rope securing her hands. He rolled her over onto her back, continuing to straddle her waist.

"Youíll see what my lips have to say!" she said furiously. "Help! Skipper! Gilligan! Help!"

"They canít hear you!" He smiled and gave a slight, taunting laugh. He then used both hands and grabbed at the center of her low-cut dress. With a strong yank, he ripped it open to reveal the pink flesh of her ample bosom.

"My dress!" she gasped.

"Oh be serious, Ginger. Youíve got a whole trunk full of them," he sneered. The helpless movie star squirmed provocatively beneath the Professor as he reached into his pocket to pull out a Swiss Army knife. She could feel his burgeoning manhood pressed against her as she tried to inch away from him.

"Oh God! No!" Ginger pleaded, futilely kicking her long legs. "Someone help me, please! Help!"

"Now be very still..." The Professor instructed almost dispassionately as he unfolded the shiny cutting blade. "We donít want you to be injured."

He twisted around and made a small cut in the lower part of her gown. He raised up to tear off a strip as she tried to squirm out from under him. The movie star again tried to escape as she heard the thin material rip easily. To stop her attempted escape, he fell with all his weight on her, holding the torn fabric in one hand and the small knife in the other.

"Let me go!" Ginger pleaded. "Somebody help me!"

He cut a portion off the long strip and wadded it up in his hand.

"I think this will be a most proficient way to keep you quiet!" he said as he stuffed the ball of fabric between her bright red lips.

"Mmmnph!" Ginger continued to protest as he wrapped the long strip around her head and between her teeth to gag her. She tried kicking at him again, and the Professor glanced over his shoulder to see the rest of the rope was slightly beyond his reach.

"Weíll need to do something about those lovely legs of yours..." He stood up to quickly snatch up the rope, but the frantic Ginger used the opportunity to scramble to her feet and then try to run away. She got only as far as a fallen palm tree when Professor Hinkley pounced on her again. He took her down to her knees and then bent her over the fallen tree. She tried to turn over and kick him as he quickly roped her ankles together.

Ginger continued pleading with him and whimpering through the gag, but he seemed unshakably determined in his purpose. She felt a strange rush of emotions as he bent her forward over the fallen tree. Gingerís back arched and her round posterior raised prominently in the air. He grabbed her long red hair and pulled her head back.

"Youíve been asking for this for years!" he growled. His strong arm held her bent over the tree-trunk as he used his other hand to pull her torn gown up over her hips. She squirmed and tried to free herself from his grasp, half aware that her wiggling movements were only exciting him even more.

She felt his fingers grab at her now-exposed panties, and she pressed her knees tightly together as he pulled them down, revealing her moist, pink flower of womanhood.

"Youíre quite an actress, Ginger," The Professor said. "But you canít hide your own physical arousal!"

Ginger felt her cheeks flush with humiliation. She helplessly reached back at him, pulling at his shirt. He leaned over her, pressing his body down against her as he whispered in her ear.

"This is what youíve wanted all along, isnít it?"

Ginger felt his long, stiff member relentlessly prodding against her most-private area. Her eyes widened and she let out a deep and sensual moan as his throbbing manroot pushed forcefully into her. He reached around and grabbed her heaving breasts, almost delicately playing with her fully erect nipples.

"One of the many areas Iíve studied is Sexual Techniques," The Professor declared smugly. "This should be quite an enjoyable experience for both of us!"


Excerpt Two -- In which we find out who the Skipperís real "Little Buddy" is.

"Where do you think Mrs. Howell could be?" Mary Ann asked Captain Grumby.

"I donít know, but I hope we find her soon," Jonas replied curtly. She detected an unusual degree of tension in his voice.

"Skipper..." she began, "Why did you leave Ginger with Willy? I mean, normally when we go on a search, he stays with you."

"I have a feeling it may be a little more serious this time, Miss Summers," The Captain replied, shifting the bag of supplies on his shoulder. "And I canít have him getting underfoot, screwing things up. Thatís why I left him back at the hut."

"I guess Ginger usually isnít much help with these situations either," Mary Ann commented.

"Hmnph. A woman like thatís only good for one thing, if you catch my drift." The Captain seemed to be in a foul humor, so Mary Ann tried to change the subject.

"Weíve been searching for hours... Where do you think she could be?" The willowy farm-girl was making an attempt at idle conversation, but Jonas wasnít quite ready to let the topic go.

"Nothiní but a two-bit tramp, if you ask me." The Captain nearly spat out the words. "She probably got most of her movie work from putting out on the casting couch."

Mary Ann didnít feel she could honestly defend the starlet, but she was a little surprised at Captain Grumbyís attitude.

"Really, Skipper, youíre a man of the world," she said sweetly, "Iíd think youíd have a little more understanding for a woman like Ginger. I mean, surely youíve had some experiences with women like her."

"Listen, girlie, just because Iím a salty old sea-dog doesnít mean I go for strumpets and whores," he said adamantly.

"I had no idea you felt that way." Mary Ann was almost shocked and a little uncomfortable with his unexpected opinion.

"As a matter of fact, Iíve always liked the sweet and innocent type myself." The Captain looked at her with a gleam in his eye which made Mary Ann feel even less at ease.

"Well... I guess weíd better keep moving." She turned away from his gaze, suddenly feeling very aware of all the skin exposed by her denim shorts and short-sleeved, bare-midriff blouse.

"I really do like you, Miss Summers." The tone of his voice immediately became softer.

"Thatís nice. I really like you too, Skipper." She smiled sweetly at him. "Youíve done a wonderful job keeping us all together since the shipwreck."

"Yes, but a manís got needs..." he stated. "A sweet young lady like you probably wouldnít know much about things like that."

"Uhm... Weíve really got to find Mrs. Howell." There was a perceptible nervousness in Mary Annís voice.

"Iíve been thinking about you for a long time, Mary Ann," The Captain said. "And I think itís high time we did something about that."

"No, really, Jonas, this is not the time..." Mary Ann backed away from him, then felt a palm tree behind her. She turned to run away, but the Captain was too close. He lunged and grabbed her forearm, then pulled her back against the tree, holding her still by pressing his massive body against hers.

"No time like the present," he leered.

"Let me go!" she demanded, her arms flailing wildly. Captain Grumby grabbed her arms and pulled them behind the slender palm tree. She felt an unmistakable firmness as he pressed his groin against hers.

"What do you think youíre doing? Let me go, Skipper!" Mary Ann tried pulling away from him, but he was much stronger than she. He locked her wrists together behind her with one hand in a vice-like grip. The supply bag slipped down his arm and he pulled out a piece of rope, unfurling it while she continued her useless protests.

"Stop it! What are you going to do?" She pleaded, "No! Please donít tie me up, Skipper! You donít have to do this!"

But the Captain would not be denied!  He tightly wound the rope around her wrists, then deftly moved out of the way as she tried to kick at him, moving behind her to cinch the rope. Then Grumby used the remainder of the line to attach her waist to the tree, knotting the rope in front at her bared stomach.

"I donít think youíll be able to get out of these knots, Mary Ann," Jonas assured her. "Nobody knows knots better than a sailor!"

"Stop! Let me go!" Mary Ann struggled desperately against the taut ropes. "Help! Oh someone, please help me!"

"We both know weíre too far away for anyone to hear you," The Captain said with a sinister tone in his voice. He reached into the bag again and pulled out two pieces of cloth which would normally be used for bandages. "But just in case, we canít have anyone coming to help..."

"Skipper, no! Let me go now! PleaĖ mmnph!"

His thick strong fingers quickly shoved a piece of cloth between her teeth as she continued to kick at him. He took the second bandage and wrapped it around her head, securely holding the first cloth in her mouth.

"There..." he said triumphantly as he knotted the ends of the cloth, "Thatís much better! And now for the best part..."

Mary Annís eyes widened in disbelief as he reached for the waist of her denim shorts. She mewed through the gag and squirmed as he unfastened them and slowly pulled down the zipper. She set her feet far apart so he couldnít remove the shorts, but the Captain hooked his legs around hers and used his knees to push her shapely, toned legs in together. Unable to match his strength, she tried her best to resist as he arduously inched the shorts down. She gave an embarrassed squeal when he finally revealed her most secret area. The Captain reached behind her and pulled the denim below her rounded bottom, then grabbed her full, luscious backside, giving a lascivious two-handed squeeze before he lowered the shorts to her knees. She tried to kick him, but his hand caught her leg, and while her foot was off the ground her pulled the shorts to her ankles.

"Youíre a real fighter," Grumby complimented her as he tossed the shorts aside. "But I like a challenge. I havenít had a good scrap like this in a long, long time..."

Mary Ann continued to plead through her gag, her eyes welling up with tears of anger, fear and frustration. She tried kicking at Jonas again.

"Yes, youíre a real spitfire." He grinned. "I guess Iíll just have to make sure you donít damage the family jewels."

Mary Ann watched in frantic dismay as Grumby picked up a length of bamboo and pulled more rope from the supply bag.

"I figured you wouldnít spread your legs for me." The Captain chuckled. "So Iíll have to do it for you."

He knelt down and lashed her ankle to the pole, removed her sneaker and avoided the kicks from her free leg. Then he moved behind her and grabbed her other ankle, took off her remaining shoe and fastened her ankle so her naked legs were now locked far apart. Poor Mary Ann tried desperately to close her knees, but she had never felt so completely vulnerable before in her whole life.

"Such a sweet young thing..." The Captain crooned as he approached the helpless Mary Ann. She jerked against the tight ropes as he reached up to untie the knot of her blouse between her breasts. He couldíve undone the single button holding the shirt closed, but instead grabbed the long ends and dramatically ripped the blouse open, exposing her pert young bosom to the warm tropical sun.

"Iíve dreamed of this moment for a long time, Mary Ann!" Grumbyís thick fingers squeezed her breasts and roughly pinched her nipples. The Captain reached down and yanked opened his pants. His thick member sprung out, already standing at full attention and ready for action. He grabbed his mainmast and pressed it up against her soft flower. Mary Ann turned her head away, unable to look the Captain in the eyes. She went up on her toes to try to evade his brutal attack, but it was all in vain! He clutched her firm breasts and pushed his hips toward her again and again. Finally, Mary Ann gave a muffled squeal as Grumbyís hard rod found its way home and the long, powerful thrusts rhythmically drove her back against the rough bark of the tree. 




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