Once upon a time, there was a wonderful Island Princess. She was the most beautiful Island Princess that had ever lived. It is said that when she was born, the Royal Physician refused to wash his hands for he knew that he would never touch something as beautiful again. He is now a very dirty bum who lives on the beach but he is happy. His now smelly hands once touched the Island Princess’s bare ass.
One day, the Royal Hunter came to the palace to present the latest food he had found on the island. The Island King was very pleased with the many slabs of wild pig ribs the Royal Hunter had brought. The ribs were almost as tall as a man and the Royal Hunter told a wonderful story about how he fought and defeated the monstrous wild pigs. The Island King loved the story and commanded his servants to prepare for a very big barbecue and mixer.
The Island Princess was more interested in the great big red fruit that the Royal Hunter had brought. The fruit was the biggest she had ever seen; they were almost as big as the Island Princess’s own ripe breasts. The Royal Hunter cut open a piece and the juice flowed almost as much as the juice flows between the Island Princess’s thighs. He waved the piece of fruit around and the fragrant smell was almost more wonderful than the smell of the Island Princess’s hair.
“How much for the fruit?” the Island Princess asked.
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“Three hundred pearls,” the Royal Hunter said.
The Island Princess was shocked. That was her entire allowance for three months! You didn’t know the Island Princess had an allowance? The Island King gave her an allowance so she could learn the value of money. He also taught her to never invest in sub prime mortgages and always trust a skinny banker. The Island Princess wanted that fruit very badly but her own financial wisdom wouldn’t let her.
“If you’re going to charge so much, I might as well go get it myself!” the Island Princess said. “Just tell me where you found these fruit.”
The Royal Hunter sneered. “I found them on the west side of the island just past the Moaning Waterfall. Feel free to go yourself as long as you are willing to brave the vicious monkeys that live there. These monkeys have sharp teeth that they file on human bones. They have claws that can rip a tree part with their strength. Their tails are barbed and will flay your skin if they touch you. As the Royal Hunter I am duty bound to tell you what you ask but by the ancient laws I am allowed to charge a fair price for my services. Isn’t that right, Island King?”
The Island King sighed. He hated to disappoint his daughter but some laws were older than Kings.
“Pay the Royal Hunter, or do without,” the Island king said.
The Island Princess stomped her foot and walked right out of palace in a huff.
What nobody knew was that the Island Princess kept walking. She walked through the village. She passed through the jungle and right past the Moaning Waterfall. She kept walking until she reached the west side of the island. Although the Island Princess understood the value of money, she didn’t do as well with understanding that she couldn’t have what she wanted.
The Island Princess froze in her steps when she saw a monkey. She thought the Royal Hunter was making up stories and as soon as she saw one of the allegedly horrible monkeys, she saw that she was right. Why, this little fellow didn’t have sharpened teeth! His teeth were quite blunt and vegetarian. His claws were very smell and badly chewed. As for his tail, it was long and very fluffy. The monkey was also very friendly. He sat there patiently while the Island Princess poked him with a stick to see if he was violent. Other monkeys came out and surrounded the Island Princess. She poked each of them with a stick and none of them took offense.
“Vicious monkeys, my delicate sexy foot,” the Island Princess said.
That was when she noticed one of the glorious red fruits hanging from a tree. Her mouth watered and she dropped her stick. It was a hot summer day and the Island Princess knew the delicious fruit would quench her thirst. She reached up for the fruit and her fingernails just barely brushed the fruit.
The Island Princess screamed as she was tackled to the ground by thirty suddenly crazed monkeys. The once calm creatures were screaming at the top of their lungs and roughly crawling all over her body. The Island Princess tried to fight them off but there were too many of them. It was happening so quickly that she hardly noticed when they ripped off her grass skirt or ripped away her flimsy girdle from her round breasts. It wasn’t till she felt rough corded rope around her nude body that she realized the naughty monkeys had stripped her bare.
“I command you to let me go!” the Island Princess demanded. Unfortunately for her, the monkeys didn’t recognize royalty and they continued to tie her up. Rope was wrapped around her silky smooth thighs and around her ample breasts. Her arms were pulled over her head and then cocooned in the rough rope. The monkeys pulled her legs apart and tied her ankles to separate ends of a long sturdy branch. Most distressing of all to the Island Princess was a thick cord of rope that went down her back, between her butt cheeks and up over her sex before being secured to the ropes holding her breasts. The knots on the rope pressed against her sex and rubbed wonderfully against her.
The Island Princess was angry and also aroused. “You naughty, naughty, NAUGHTY monkeys!” she yelled.
The monkeys ignored her. They moved to the next step which involved throwing one end of the rope over a strong branch. Working together with a unity that would put Siamese twins to shame, the monkeys pulled on the rope and hoisted the Island Princess up into the air! They tied the end of the rope to the base of a tree. The Island Princess hung up in the air much like another piece of delicious fruit.
“Let me down!” she commanded.
The monkeys yawned and watched her.
A few minutes later, the Royal Hunter walked onto the scene.
“You! Help me, I command it!” the Island Princess demanded.
“Ha!” the Royal Hunter laughed. “I thought you would come out here. You have fallen right into my trap!”
The Island Princess struggled in the ropes but the knots held her tight. “What do you mean?”
“This was all an elaborate plan,” the Royal Hunter explained. “I trained these monkeys to tie knots and to tie up anyone who tries to touch this fruit. I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist when I told you where the fruit was, and that you would come right here. Now I just need to wait a few days for your father to get concerned and offer me anything I desire to go rescue you from the vicious Princess-eating monkeys I told him about. He will give me all of the pearls in Oyster Bay! Only then will l bring your ass back to him. I will be so rich, I could go to the Americas and buy as many Princesses as I want.”
The Island Princess was pissed. “Not if I escape and tell him what you did!”
The Royal Hunter laughed again. “You will never escape. I have trained these monkeys in the ancient art of Islababari! It would take someone as flexible as an eel to escape that rope. It would take someone who could ignore the Seven Erotic Knots! It would take someone who could undo a knot with only the strength of their tongue! A spoiled Princess like you could never hope to escape!”
The Island Princess glared at the Royal Hunter as he went back into the woods. He was so confident that she couldn’t escape, that he was going to go drinking at the village and wait for someone to notice she was missing. The Island Princess was angry at the Royal Hunter for creating the trap, but she was more angry at herself for walking into it. All because she wanted a fruit she couldn’t have!
Well, there was just one thing an Island Princess could do: she had to escape. She had to make it back home before her father ransomed the kingdom’s treasury for her. Most importantly, she had to get back home, report that bastard to her father, and watch some horrible execution happen to him.
The Island Princess tugged and tried to see how strong the ropes were. Instantly she felt the Seven Erotic Knots and a moan of pleasure escaped her lips. Three of the knots were on her sex, nested happily between her lips with one knot sitting right on her clitoris. One knot was on each breast, rubbing up against her sensitive nipples. One knot was right over her ass, threatening her with penetration every time she moved. The last knot was on the side of her neck, pressing in that very special spot that gave her shivers whenever anyone kissed there. The Seven Erotic Knots were going to be a challenge.
She thought about something else the Royal Hunter said. He said it would take the flexibility of an eel, and the ability to undo a knot with just a tongue. The Island Princess looked down at her suspended body as much as she could. The Seven Knots constricted and her body was filled many good feelings. She kept looking and she saw what she needed. Right there, at the top knot over her sex, was where all the rope came together and was tied off. If she could undo that knot, all the rest should come free.
“Hey monkeys, do you want to help me?” the Island Princess asked.
The monkeys just watched. One of them farted. One monkey got up and the Island Princess was hopeful but it turned out he was just stretching his legs.
“Oh well, I guess it is up to me then.”
The Island Princess was hanging from her arms so she decided the easier thing to do was to pull her legs up. The branch keeping her legs apart was heavy but the Island Princess worked out every day by swimming in Oyster Bay. Her toned legs were up to the task of lifting the branch as she curled her legs up to her head.
The harder part was ignoring the Seven Knots. As she folded her body, the Seven Knots worked their sinister magic. The two knots on her nipples pressed hard like a lover’s bite. The knot on her neck pressed against her skin and gave her endless shivers. The knot against her ass entered her and penetrated the Island Princess’s round bottom. Worse of all, the three knots on her sex ground and rubbed against her wet sex till she was dripping down onto the jungle floor below.
The Island Princess tried to ignore the Seven Knots but it was so hard. The sun felt great on her naked body. The wind gently pushed her body and her bound form would spin ever so slowly. The ropes and knots created a wonderful friction on her body that she just wanted to surrender to. The thought of being trapped here for days was looking more and more appealing.
“No, I have my father and my Island kingdom to think about!” the Island Princess said.
She pulled her legs up higher. With only the rope to support her, the Island Princess curled her body till her sex was in front of her face. It wasn’t easy being that flexible, but she was an Island Princess and being this flexible is why she was an island Princess and not some common fisherman’s wife.
The knots were so tight right now. The knot on her ass was now inside her ass. The knots on her nipples were now crushing her poor bountiful breasts. The knot on her neck was starting to interfere with her breathing and was this close to giving the Island Princess a new fetish. The three knots on her sex were grinding, rubbing and constricting in all the right places that it took all of her willpower to not climax right there.
The Island princess reached out with her tongue and started working on the knot. This knot was the centerpiece of the entire Islababari suspension. The weight of the Island Princess as well as the tension of the rope was making that knot very tight. There was no way a normal woman could undo this knot.
Well, it was a good thing she was not a normal woman. The Island Princess took that knot into her mouth and pulled at it with her tongue. She came from a long line of Royalty known for the power of their kisses. Once, her own grandmother had licked a nearly dead man back to life. Before that, her great-great grandmother had kissed the biggest oyster ever into opening and giving up it’s pearl. In fact, the very first Island Princess was said to have rekindled the sun back into flaming life just by blowing a kiss. Untying a knot while bound and hanging wasn’t too impossible of a thing for an Island Princess to do.
The only real hard part was how turned on the Island Princess was. The Seven Knots had her so close to climaxing. Her ass was being opened with a knot, her nipples were being rubbed into over sensitivity and other two knots on her sex were rubbing up and down on her pussy to the point that the Island Princess was moaning while her tongue was busy at work. The rope was already getting tighter because of all the sex juice it was absorbing, if she climaxed it would just be impossible to ever get the knot done.
Her tongue pulled and pulled.
The knots rubbed and tightened.
The monkeys watched and ate some fruit.
The knot came loose!
“Oh shit!” the Island Princess yelled. The rope completely unraveled and she went spilling to the jungle floor. Her body was so aroused and stimulated, that hitting the ground caused the Island Princess to climax. She clutched at the grass and leaves as the orgasm rode through her body. All of the tension, sexual arousal and desire exploded out of her body and through her throat.
Exhausted, the island Princess could hardly stand up. To her surprise, the monkeys came to her aid. They picked her up and she so very grateful for their help. They gave her clothes back and even got her a piece of fruit to eat. Since no one had ever escaped from their knots before, it was as if they recognized her inherent nobility when she escaped. Either that or they really liked the way her sex smelled.
The Island Princess went back to the palace and explained everything to her father, the Island King. He was very upset and had the Royal Hunter arrested. The Royal Hunter tried to deny everything but it was just a commoner’s word against that of the Island Princess. He was tried, convicted and exiled from the Island on a very leaky boat.
The Island Princess was given all the delicious fruit she could eat. After she had a few, she realized it wasn’t really all that good. There was a moral she could have learned about desire and satisfaction but she was a Princess and so she wasn’t required to learn it.
As for the monkeys; the Island princess had all of them brought to the Palace where they spent the rest of their days in the Royal Garden. They had all the fruit they could and royal servants to pick the lice from their fur. What no one knew was that on very quiet nights, the Island Princess would bring out a very long length of rope. In the middle of the night, the monkeys would show the Island princess all of the Islababari knots they knew and the Island Princess would escape from each and every one of them.