Confined With a Goddess

It was very difficult to return to sleeping left as he was. Jake spent the whole night staring down at the long, girthy, hard shaft between his legs, and the fact that it was so close to his dick made him feel inadequate. On top of that, he was halfway certain that he'd just been poisoned, so he had every reason to have his stomach tied up in knots.

When the sun came up, something he noted by the shadow starting to form on his wall, a couple of crabs had crawled onto his bed and were pinching at his toes, his calves his thighs, and there was only so much room he had to kick.

Luckily, he didn't have to wait much longer for her to show up again. As promised, she was back around sunrise. "Still alive?"

He nodded.

"Good. At the very least, I can confirm that you weren't trying to poison me."

Jake smiled. "Now that you know I'm not dangerous, can you untie me, please?"

She scoffed. "Not dangerous? That's not at all what I said! You still have this..." she pulled out the knife that had convinced him that it was unsafe to be inside the boat during the storm, "ridiculous little thing. If you tried really, really hard, you could potentially break my skin with this. Twenty or so stabs with this could really hurt."

Jake tried to lower his head. "I don't want to hurt you, and that's the truth."

She chuckled at him. "If I didn't believe you the first time, telling me that you were telling the truth would not convince me otherwise."

"I was being honest last night. I didn't poison the fish, I said, and if I was lying about that, I'd be dead right now. That has to be worth something, right?"

She smiled broadly. "I suppose that's true. Doesn't prove that you didn't jerk off onto it, though."

"I di--..." He let out an exasperated groan. "Fine. I can't prove that. But neither can you, and it's more believable that I stole it so I could eat it."

"Oh, I believe that," she nodded, pulling out his last ration. "You do know that this expired two years ago, right? Plus, the packaging has been punctured. If this was what you've been eating, it's no wonder you're so shrimpy. I don't blame you for wanting real food."

Jake swallowed hard at being called shrimpy. The girls in his class had been really mean to him because he was less than a head taller than them. He was still taller, just not taller by enough.

Then he felt the bindings on his wrists come loose, and she pulled up her spear from between his legs. "Still, you're right that you weren't lying to me about a few things last night, and I have tangible proof of that. You are, by far, the very worst creature my sister has sent to spy on me. Come along. If you're not going to be subtle and hide your presence, you can at least be unoffensive."

Pulling up his pants, he followed her through the brush. He had to almost run to keep up with her, as her hips were at the height of his chest, and her strides were very long as a result.

"Where are we going?"

"You smell like you haven't bathed in a week. You're going to take a bath, and you're going to wash your clothes."

"It's been a rough couple of days. I showered before I came out here, and haven't had the opportunity since."

"Oh? How about when you were watching me bathe? You couldn't jump in the water after I left?"

He lowered his head again. "I didn't know whether or not you were friendly. To be fair, you were waving a spear at me less than an hour later."

"It was two hours, actually."

"See? And I hadn't even done anything yet."

"Except spy on me in the bath."

"Fair enough..."

They came to the pool where she'd been bathing and made their way to where she'd entered and exited the water. It was shallow over here, which was good, considering their first task.

"Strip," she commanded. "All of it."

Jake took off his shirt and shorts. He'd lost his shoes in the wreck, and they were either sitting at the bottom of the ocean, or floating around. Unless, of course, something had eaten them, in which case, he was giving something horrible indigestion.

"Boxers, too."

Jake blushed. Even though she'd seen his dick already, and she was not wearing a shirt, he still felt weird about dropping his underwear in front of a woman. It just felt disrespectful to him. Still, she had a spear and a knife, and he didn't. And that was what mattered.

He pulled off his boxer briefs, now hanging loosely on his body because they'd been stretched out by his wearing them. He was now completely naked, and he held his hands in front of him in modesty.

"Go on and wash up," she commanded, nodding toward the water.

Jake entered the water and started to wash himself as commanded, turning back to look at her every so often. She wasn't paying attention to him.

It occurred to him that he could run off while she wasn't looking. He immediately dismissed the idea, though. She knew where he slept, he had no good food left, she had all of his clothes, she had more weapons than he had, better weapons than he had, and she knew how to use them. Running was a very bad idea. As much as she was a danger to him, he would rather he knew where that danger was in relation to him than let it be a surprise later.

"Hurry up," she commanded. "We have several things to do today, and the sooner they are finished, the sooner you can drop into some leisure time."

Jake nodded and finished washing himself as best he could, then turned to step out, but he was stopped as she gave him his clothes and a wooden washboard. "You're not wearing dirty laundry. What good is it to clean yourself if you're just going to put on dirty clothes again? No, you're going to have to wash these, too."