ISLAND OF TERROR Part 4

It was several hours later that I woke up. My body was exhausted. I felt like I’d been through hell. I wearily rolled over and then slowly pulled myself to a sitting position in the grass.
My hands were untied, and I wiped my dangly, sweaty hair out of my face and looked around. Hardly anyone was in sight, except for one boy doing some gardening and Miss Carter asleep outside the Captain’s hut.
I rested for several minute before getting to my shaky feet. I stumbled through the camp, and then down the narrow trail to the beach. My body was all sticky and I wanted something to clean me off. I probably would have done better to drop into the freezing cold waters of the pond. It would have woken me up fast enough, and put an end to my lethargy.
Several of the girls were down at the beach. They looked up with interest as I stumbled down through them. When they saw I wasn’t a boy though, they went back to their suntans.
I moved past them to the water, wading in to my knees and then simply falling forward into the surf. The water felt good washing over my body. I just lay there in the water for several long seconds, letting it rinse some of the sweat and cum from my body.
I had to breath eventually though, and rose to my knees in the surf, gasping for air. I tilted my head way back, letting the water drain back to the ocean. Then I dropped forward again, submerging myself beneath the foot deep waves, letting my breasts plunge down into the soft silty earth beneath the water.
I lay there for almost a minute, then rose again, again throwing my hair back. I brought my hands up to my hair and squeezed it out behind me, then rose to my feet and shambled back to the beach, to drop down in the sand next to Wendy.
She shook herself as I dropped some water on her, then looked up at me brightly.
“Hello,” she chirped.
“Hello,” I chirped back. I closed my mouth in confusion. Was that me?
“Hi,” I said, experimentally. I thought I sounded normal that time.
“You had the big one,” she said, eyes wide and knowing.
“Huh?”
“The big one. The Captain’s big one.”
“You mean his prick?”
She nodded.
“Have you ever had it?”
She smiled dreamily. “Uh huh.”
“It’s huge isn’t it.”
“Uhhhmmmm.” I looked around at the near empty beach.
“Where’s everyone else?”
“Don’t know. My masters gone away somewhere,” she said sadly. We lay there for a couple of hours until one of the boys showed up and fetched Cathy and Amy to come and start dinner. Me and Wendy trailed along because she was hoping one of her “masters” would be back and she could get a good “doing”.
The boys weren’t eating the same gooey paste we’d had the last couple of days. They had a mixture of coconuts, pineapples, and other fresh fruit and vegetables, as well as some kind of meat, that looked kind of like a pig.
Some part of me wondered why the boys didn’t eat the same stuff we did. I quickly forgot it though, when a boy showed up and grabbed me by the arm, pulling me over to the side of the camp.
He pushed me down onto my hands and knees and then knelt behind me. Without saying a word, he pressed his stiff pecker against my cuntal opening and then worked it inside. I grunted and sighed happily as he fucked into me for several long minutes. I came within seconds, then came again at least twice more.
He shot his wads inside me and then pulled away.
“Get our stuff ready,” he said. I looked up at him blankly.
“Our food, stupid. Don’t you know anything?”
“No,” I ventured.
“What!?”
“I mean, I don’t know what you mean.” He glared at me.
“You’re our girl understand? You’re mine and Rick’s and Steve’s.” I cocked my head in confusion, wondering what he meant.
“We’re your masters you stupid little piece of cunt meat,” he snapped. That rang a bell somewhere.
“Oh,” I said.
He tromped arrogantly off and I scuttled over to Wendy to ask her what he meant. She jumped and clapped her hands, happy for me having “masters”.
She showed me where the food was kept and how to cook the meat on these long sticks so it didn’t get burned.
Carolyn had dropped the piece of meat in the fire the other day and one of her masters had been so mad he’d held her tit over the flame till she’d screamed in pain. Heather had burned one of her master’s meet and been beaten so hard, she’d lost consciousness.
I discovered that the they had rearranged the ownership of the girls to take in Penny and me. The other girls were upset because now they only had three masters each instead of four.
The Captain had three girls all to himself, plus Miss Carter. We all felt both sorry for them and envious of them. They had to share a master, but what a master! That great huge cock of his would tear your guts apart if given enough time, we all agreed.
The girls he used, Kelly, Holly and Carolyn, were in a perpetual state of dazed astonishment. Miss Carter was little better.
After the boys had eaten, we had to put on shows for their entertainment. The boys would think of what they wanted to see and then choose the girls to do it.
Kelly and Holly had to lick each other out, and then fight to see who would get to be fucked by the Captain. Although they were sisters, they fought viciously for the right to have that huge swollen meat filling their bodies.
They exchanged fearful blows and kicks, wrestling each other through the dirt in front of the circle of men gathered around the fire. Kelly finally managed to twist her hand through her twins’ hair, yank her head way back, and then deliver a hard blow to Holly’s belly, doubling her over and knocking the wind out of her.
She’d then twisted the helpless girl’s arms behind her and shoved her face into the dirt until the Captain had nodded curtly.
Cathy, Amy, and Heather sang songs, and Annie did a slutty, but sensuous dance that had many peckers rising into the darkening evening.
Me and Carolyn had to compete with each other, lying side by side in the sand, we had to masturbate each other. The winner was the girl who managed to make the other girl cum first. We both spread our legs wide and stuck our fingers in each other’s pussies, twisting and pumping, and pinching and rubbing.
I lost. My body was still hyper from this morning and last night. I’d cum like gangbusters, groaning and crying out in pleasure, and rutting against Carolyn’s fingers.
As punishment, I had to stand in the center of the circle and bend over and clutch my ankles. Annie took a thin stick out and whipped my ass a dozen times until it was all red and burning. She managed to whip the tip of the little switch right into my pussy a couple of times, sending screaming pain through my system.
I was so worked up though, that it made me cum again, and then Annie was punished for making me cum without being told to. Her punishment, which she suffered with great indignation, was to eat out Wendy.
Needless to say, she wasn’t happy about having to kneel in front of the perky blonde and suck on her pussy.
Then we poured some water into a low dirty hole to produce an awful mud patch and several of the girls had to wrestle in it. The boys really liked that. One guy got hot enough to stick it to Amy right there at the edge of the fire.
Another boy had Heather draped face down across his lap as he knelt there. His hands were working on her pussy, driving her crazy with lust. He got hot watching the mud wrestling and had her suck him off.
After that the whole camp kind of degenerated into a massive orgy. My three masters shared me. I spent the next hour on my hands and knees, sucking off one, getting him nice and hard and wet, while another fucked me from behind.
When the one behind me pumped his sperm up my pussy, he’d move away and the one in front would go around and stick it to me while I sucked the third. When he came in my cunt, the third would move around and stuff his prick into my hole while I sucked off the first one again.
Finally, my three masters went to their hut and slept.
The next day dawned with another mushy meal of gruel juice, as I privately called it. I think I had a kind of hazy idea that this stuff was responsible for us girls’ weird behavior, but my mind was too flighty to put the thought together with any kind of action.
I went down to the beach and washed myself as best I could, then hurried back to make breakfast for Rick, Steve, and Merl. Rick assfucked me before eating, and then of course, I had to suck his cock clean, yuckie! I had to go out into the jungle with Merl and Steve because they were going harvesting coconuts that morning.
It was a real pain. I had to carry all the waterskins and lunch, and I had a heck of a time making my way down the trails behind them. At least I got to lie down in the sun while they climbed the trees. Heather was along too, on account of her three masters, Jeff, Ron, and Larry, were also on the harvest.
Me and her got horny lying there naked, and it wasn’t long before we started giggling and feeling each other up. Then I got between her legs and sucked on her little clitty like mad, making her squeal with glee. After that we sixty-nined for a couple of cums until the boys got finished.
When they got back, Jeff suggested trading bitches for the morning, so Merl and Steve fucked Heather while Jeff, Ron and Larry screwed me. I thought that was great, cause I got an extra guy to fuck.
They stretched me out on my back on a kind of low hillock, with my back curved across the top of the hill. Jeff knelt over my face while I sucked down his cock, and Ron lifted my ass into the air and jammed himself down my pussy slot.
They came pretty fast, which disappointed me. Fortunately Larry made up for their speed. I’d been wanting his cock since I saw him screw Wendy that first day. It was nice and big and hard, and I loved the feel of it as it slid down inside my belly.
He let me put my legs and arms around him and hump back as he rutted into me, which most of the boys wouldn’t tolerate. I pulled him tight against me, wanting every last inch of his hard cock in my cunt hole. I felt dizzy with lust as that long rod slid up and down in my gut.
Something had happened to me that made the feeling of a cock into something that drove all thought but lust from my brain. I’d been no virgin before, but now I was a fucking nymphomaniac. I like crazy as Larry plugged me, and then came again, and then again.
How could I be worried about anything when I was having so much fun? Who cared about whether we’d ever get rescued or not? Who cared if the boys were bullies, and treated us like dirt? All I wanted was to be fucked and fucked and fucked.
I felt a little sorry for Heather, on her knees a few feet away. Steve was a real nasty bastard, and he wasn’t letting up any on account of Heather being small and submissive. He had a good sized prick, and it was rock-hard.
He was slamming it into Heather’s asshole with a brutality that must have hurt her. From the look on his face, a kind of arrogant, cruel meanness, he was hoping he was. He had his big hands almost completely around Heather’s tiny waist as he pounded his loins against her tiny round buttocks.
I could see them being mashed and flattened with each tremendous crashing lung of his broad powerful hips against her. His round cock slammed down her rectum with furious speed and force, driving balls deep into her gut on each downstroke.
Only his hold on her waist kept his strokes from throwing her forward into the grass. His belly and hips cracked against her with a resounding slap and thump as his purple headed prick plunged up and down her hole.
He knew that the hardest part for her was getting her asshole open around his cockhead, so he kept pulling his prick completely out of her. He’d rub it against her ass cheeks for a few seconds, then poise it at the entrance to her rectum and lunge forward, spearing the poor girl with awesome force.
I was sure he was going to kill her if he kept it up, and from the look on Heather’s face, she did too. But finally, just as Larry was finishing with me, Steve slammed fully into her and held it there. His hands slid over her belly, jerking her back up against him. He groaned over her shoulder as he pressed his hands into her titties, and his cock blew it’s wad up inside her.
Heather could hardly walk after that, her asshole was killing her, and bleeding slightly. Larry got so mad at her slowing us down on the way home that he grabbed a thin switch off the ground and walked behind her, smacking her buttocks whenever she slowed. By the time we got back to camp her buttocks were a blazing mass of red welts and cuts.
When we got back to camp we found the girls all gathered together dancing. It wasn’t the kind of dancing you’d see at a disco or anything. Annie was teaching them all to do sensuous erotic dances, swinging their hips back and forth, weaving and turning to a pounding drumbeat.
One of the boys, I think he was Annie’s master, was beating on a hollow log as he watched the dancing. He had a hardon, so I guess the lessons were going well. Me and Heather had to join the dancing, it was mandatory apparently, the boys having liked Annie’s performance the other night so much.
I didn’t think much of it, but then nobody asked me. Some of the guys gathered around as we all swayed and rolled to the drumming. They weren’t helpful, calling out obscene insults to us as we practised, and making threats as to what would happen if we didn’t get it right.
Annie had one of those switches, and she walked around examining everybody’s dancing, and whipping them if they weren’t being energetic enough. It seemed to me that it didn’t much matter how good the girls were, Annie would slap them anyway.
Wendy, for instance, being pretty athletic, was probably one of the best of us. Her body swung and rolled, twisted and writhed. She shook her hips and chest in opposite directions in a snake like manner that I thought was better than Annie’s own dancing, maybe Annie did too, but she stood beside the blonde girl, shouting insults anyway.
She kept whipping the long thin stick down on Wendy’s back and buttocks, cursing her as a worthless whore. There wasn’t much Wendy could do either. We’d already learned that Annie was a kind of teacher’s pet. She was often permitted to discipline girls who’d broken some minor rule or other.
We all loathed her of course. Even Cathy was beginning to despise her erstwhile friend. Annie always carried the whip and liked to use it, even on Cathy. Aside from Wendy and Penny, in fact, Cathy was fast becoming her favorite target.
Annie moved over to Penny, who was awkwardly trying to shake her chest from side to side without losing her balance. Annie brought the whip crashing down across Penny’s bouncing breasts, drawing a squeal of pain.
“It’s not my fault,” Penny wailed.
“Oh really,” Annie purred. “You always thought those big cow tits of yours were so great before,” she brought the stick down on them again.
“Maybe we should cut them off,” Annie glared. She couldn’t of course. The boys liked them too much. Then a nasty grin came to her face.
“I know what we can do to help you,” she leered. She went over to one of the huts and returned with some of the long vines the boys used for rope. Penny had to bend forward, letting her fat tits hang down below her.
Annie wrapped the vines around the round fleshy bags, pulling tight as Penny winced and grit her teeth. When she stood up straight again, her tits were squeezed into round, hard balls that stood straight out on her chest like mushrooms growing sideways on a hill.
The vines dug deep into her flesh, narrowing her breasts to a few inches width near her chest, then squeezing and swelling the meat out in their fleshy skin bags. They were so taut and hard now that Penny could jump up and down without them moving at all. They must probably hurt like hell though.
That night we all did our stupid dances, and the boy voted on who was best and who was worst. The worst was Carolyn, who had always been kind of awkward and soft physically despite her intelligence.
The boys decided that her problem was, she didn’t keep her ass stuck out enough, and her head up and back. They stuck a curved stick in her asshole and tied a vine to the protruding end. The other end of the vine was tied to her hair, thus pulling her head way back.
She had to walk around like that the rest of the night, with her head tilted up at the stars and her ass pulled outward.
The best was Wendy, which pissed Annie off. Wendy was rewarded by getting fucked by the Captain. All of us oooohed and aaahhhed at that. The Captain’s fucks were something to remember, even if they hurt like hell and made you a mindless dolt for hours afterward.
Miss Carter, and the twins looked kind of relieved, as if hoping Wendy would drain off some of the Captain’s energy before they all went to bed for the night.
Wendy, in fact, obviously considered this a mixed blessing. Her reluctance was noted by the boys, with much jeering and hooting.
The Captain grinned, standing up and skinning his hand up and down his long, massive cockpole. Wendy swallowed nervously, standing up and tremulously approaching Captain Brown.
“Well, now,” he leered. “How shall we have it boys?” he stroked his hands over her firm, flat belly.
“Doggie style maybe?”
“Have the bitch on top,” one boy suggested.
“Fuck her in the ass,” another said.
“Just spread her legs and screw her silly Sir.”
“Shove her ankles up by her ears!”
“Yeah!”
“No, no. I’m too tired for this. I’m just an old man,” he laughed. He sat back down, then lay down flat.
“Come on pussy, sit on it,” he sneered.
There was a ripple of laughter from the boys, and Annie, and Wendy resignedly knelt over him, positioning her crotch above his hard log of a cock.
It was kind of amazing to watch her kneeling there, legs apart, and see that humongous prick standing up straight from the Captain’s crotch. You could see just how far up inside her that thing was going to have to go for his balls to be hugged by her buttocks.
Wendy grabbed his cock in both hands and lowered herself till her crotch hole was placed right against his curbed cockhead. She closed her eyes slightly, then spread her legs a little further apart, dropping her body an inch lower.
We could all see her cuntmound mashed and flattened against that fat hunk of meat. It seemed far too thick to go inside her little slit. She pushed down harder, and his cock spread her pussy lips apart, trying to force its way into her.
She clenched her jaw, and lowered further, and her cuntlips spread and spread around that massive rounded pole. Then she grunted slightly as the prong pushed through her cuntlips and the cock sank up into her cuntal tube. She swallowed again several times, and I could see the beads of sweat standing out on her forehead from the ache in her pussy.
The Captain was just lying on his back, hands behind his head, watching her with a grin.
Her legs slid further apart, dropping her body down another half inch, then another, then another. I could see that it was pure torture for her, like being in childbirth only in reverse. Inch by inch, that monstrously thick cock moved up into her groaning fuck tube.
I was just glad I was so out of it when I’d done the same before. I’d hardly felt any pain, well, not after the first few seconds.
She had about five inches in her by now, and each additional inch made her breathing quicken, and her skin flush. She dropped lower, and then lower, bringing another four inches into her belly. Her face was red and flushed, her whole body sweating with exertion.
She lowered further, and gasped in pain. I guessed his cock had hit the end of her fuck pit. Still, she tried to go further down, spreading her legs apart more and more. Her body didn’t go lower though. It looked like she was being impaled on that steel hard pole of his.
Then something inside her gave way. She gave a cry of pain, and suddenly sank down another two inches. Her eyes widened in amazement as she felt that log up inside her. She shuddered all over and swayed sideways, almost fainting.
Her buttocks were just touching his thighs now, and we all knew there must still be another inch to go. Wendy looked exhausted, and she hadn’t even started to fuck yet.
She slower began to rise up, letting some of that painful prong out of her pussy tunnel. The Captain would have none of that though. He grabbed her hips and jammed her down fully onto his fuck meat.
The whole thing went up into her belly, and Wendy gave a strangled cry of agony and shivered as the boys cheered. The Captain held his hands firmly around her waist, preventing her from rising, making her cunt hold the whole massive prong.
I winced as I watched her sway atop the pole. I compared the length of his cock with her position now and figured the thing must practically be up past her stomach now. I was just glad it wasn’t me.
He held her there for a full minute, while we all waited to see if she’d faint.
“Let’s go pussy. Shake your little ass,” he ordered then.
Wendy put her hands flat on his broad muscular chest, and weakly pushed herself upward. I could see the relief on her face as inch after inch of red cock slid out of her crotch.
She went a foot up, till the cockhead pressed against her pussylips from behind. She hung there a second, reluctant to drop back, but knowing she had now choice.
She moved back down, sliding down onto that bloated prong, taking the entire thing up into her belly till her ass cheeks flattened against his thighs again.
The Captain flattened his hand on her lower belly and pressed inward, rubbing around in circles. I wondered if he were trying to feel his cock in there. His hands fondled and squeezed her buttocks and slid up her body to cup her breasts.
She started rising and falling with more speed, her cunt sucking that long fat cock into it more easily as it adapted to the size. Wendy’s flushed face was turning a strange shade of white. Her eyes were alternately wide open or tightly slitted, as she rose and fell on that long pole.
Then she leaned far back, her hands on his knees. She took the cock fully into her belly and ground her crotch against his belly as she arched her back and gave a loud, long sigh of pleasure.
She humped down against him, slapping her buttocks against his legs in short, quick little jerks as she slid through an orgasm.
When she recovered she began to plunge her hot box up and down the pole again, really sliding her chute over it now as her heightened sexual tension enveloped her body. She came again, dropping straight down from the top of her stroke, letting her body simply fall down onto that cock as she cried out in orgiastic passion.
The Captain grabbed her and pulled her belly down against his, locking his lips on hers as his hands held her buttock and he rutted up into her.
Wendy’s legs spread straight out behind her and they flopped and bounced in the sand ineffectually as the Captain humped himself up at her.
She kissed him back, rubbing her tits against his chest as she humped back at him. Then her eyes opened wide in surprise and gasped and grunted, wiggling herself on his prong. The Captain closed his eyes and his hands on her ass held her tightly against him.
Wendy told me afterward she’d never felt cum shooting into her with such force. It was like shoving a hose into her pussy and turning the tap on full, she said.
Anyway, Merl grabbed me about then and threw me back onto the ground. His body blocked my view of Wendy and the Captai
I was sound asleep when Wendy woke me up that night.
“Pssst, Meghan!” she whispered.
“Huh?”
“Wake up!”
I opened my eyes groggily and looked about in the dark. Wendy was kneeling next to me. She started backing out of the little hut, motioning for me to follow. I didn’t really want to, but I couldn’t argue about it without waking up one of my masters. I sighed and crawled out after her. She moved away from the huts, over by the pond.
“What is it?”
“I want you to help me,” she said.
“Tomorrow,” I offered, hopefully. She shook her head.
“Has to be tonight. We have to do something for the boys breakfast.”
“Too early yet.”
“Yes,” she insisted. She pulled me by the arm over to where the gruel stuff was kept and started gathering up the leaves that went into it.
“Help me with this,” she ordered.
“But that’s for the girls food,” I protested.
“I know,” she grinned evilly.
“I don’t think I should,” I said worriedly. She slapped me on the ass and I gasped in pain.
“Do as you’re told,” she hissed. Well, this was very strange. I wasn’t used to having girls give me orders. I did as she told me though. I didn’t want her to slap my ass again. That hurt.
We mixed the leaves in with the boys vegetables, and then took some other leaf from their food and replaced our leaves. I thought the whole thing mystifying and pointless, but wasn’t going to argue.
I worried all thought the boys breakfast that morning, but they didn’t seem to notice anything wrong. Our stuff tasted much the same, but I didn’t get the usual buzz that I always did.
I frowned at Wendy, upset over that. The gruel stuff was one of the good things that all the girls got, well all except Annie, who ate with the boys. I was upset that she was getting the good stuff and not me.
The next night, she did the same thing again, and then the night after that. My mind was starting to feel a lot clearer, and my body didn’t heat up as easily as before. I wondered if the food had anything to do with that.
“What is this shit anyway?” I asked her, one night.
“I don’t know what it’s called. It’s what makes it hard for you to think though.”
“How do you know?”
“I saw what it did to Carolyn when she ate some by mistake. That was before everything was all out in the open remember?”
“You mean when those boys raped her?”
“Did they?”
“That’s what she said, and she came.”
“Yeah, well, eating that stuff, she would have come if a dog had fucked her. Besides, haven’t you noticed the boys the last couple of days?”
It would have been hard not to. They were all acting really stupid. They giggled a lot, for no apparent reason, and hardly ever went off to hunt. They were also horny as shit. The Captain’s girls were going to be bow legged before long, if they weren’t already.
It turned out that Wendy had never eaten any of that shit. She’d faked it, and because she’d been such a submissive meek thing from the start, everybody believed it.
Wendy led me over to another side of the island, where we weren’t allowed to go, and we found a big raft the boys had made.
“We can get off the island in this,” she said.
“But where do we go?”
“I heard the boys saying we were only a few miles east of the sea lanes. All we have to do is go at dawn and follow the rising sun,” she declared.
“The boys won’t like it.”
“We’re not going to tell them.”
“You mean we leave them here.”
“You’re fucking right we do, and that slut Annie too,” she hissed.
“You know what they were planning on doing with us?” I shook my head.
“The Captain said when we were trained enough, they’d take the raft off the island, not telling anyone about us. They planned to take us back to New York and make us prostitutes.”
“No!”
“Fucking right. He said we’d bring in three hundred thousand a year each. You know how many guys we’d have to fuck for that kind of money.”
“Ummm.”
“We’ll leave them here to rot,” she snarled.
We weren’t the only ones who were thinking straighter now either. Carolyn was avoiding her masters, much to their distress. Cathy was hiding in trees when she could, and the twins were on the verge of rebellion against the Captain himself.
Wendy gathered us all together during morning breakfast and told us about her plan.
“Let’s go now,” Kelly said.
“We can’t. The boys will catch us,” Carolyn said worriedly.
“Who asked you?” I glared. “You run off and leave your mas… boys alone so they grab one of us instead!”
“Yeah!” Amy sniffed.
“What are you two complaining about? We’re the ones who have to fuck the Captain and his horse cock,” Holly growled.
“Carolyn, just take care of them for today. You two can handle the Captain for one more day too,” Wendy told the twins. “We’ll take off just before dawn.”
“What will the boys do when they find us gone?” Heather wondered.
“We’ll leave them a pile of food and Annie,” Wendy leered. “That should keep them busy for a while.”
It was irritating putting up with those stupid muscleheaded clowns for that day. I was eager for night to come. We had to keep things as normal as possible though. When Steve insisted on fucking my ass, there was nothing I could do but kneel in front of him and let him stuff it into me.
I cursed under my breath as he fucked his tool into my anus, gritting my teeth to hold off screaming at him. I had to just take it though.
He slammed his body into mine over and over, stabbing his erection up into my bowels with complete indifference to my own feelings, or pain. His hands slid over my body with negligent familiarity, squeezing, fondling, and stroking my flesh as if it were his own.
I couldn’t complain though. Earlier the Captain had had the twins put on a show for him and some of the boys. They’d almost mutinied, but had gone along, knowing they could ruin the plan otherwise.
They had had to tongue each other’s pussies and suck each other’s titties for the Captain’s amusement. Then the Captain had let the four boys with him fuck them two at a time, before he stuffed his meaty sausage into Kelly’s asshole. How he even got it up there I don’t know.
Carolyn had reformed too. She had stopped hiding, and was sucking off Jeff’s cock at the same time I was getting assfucked.
After Steve finally jetted his cum up my ass, Merl had had to be sucked off, not just once but several times, and it was all I could do to keep from biting his cock off.
There was trouble near dark though. Heather had been unable to stop herself from kicking Tad in the nuts when he’d tried to lift her up by her tits.
She was tied to the frame in the middle of the village and whipped by the boys and the Captain. There was nothing the rest of us could do for her. The males might be slightly dazed, stupid, and horny from the leaves, but they were all still strong as bulls.
We stood around, wincing, and sympathizing with the poor thing as the boys slammed the belt against her back, buttocks, and tits, until she was nearly unconscious.
They’d taken her down then and Tad had proved that his cock was still in working order by stuffing it down her asshole.
He had held her upside down, lifting the small teenager right off the ground by the thighs as he pushed his cock down between her buttocks. Larry joined him from the other side, shoving his prong down her upside down cunt.
When they were through, they tied her wrists together and left her hanging from the branch of a tall tree, then wandered off. We couldn’t do anything about it. Heather had to hang there for several hours until one of her masters wanted to fuck her and cut the nearly unconscious girl down.
We had to work even harder to keep the boys from getting suspicious then. One girl rebelling was one thing their addled minds could ignore, but two would set a new pattern, and might make them wonder. The twins and Miss Carter took turns fucking the Captain to keep him out of our way, and the rest of us acted submissive and horny, even though we felt like neither.
I was disgusted at the very sight of Rick and Merl and Steve, but I giggled and cooed and cuddled up to them, whining happily as they squeezed my tits, and ass, and pussy.
We went to bed, and each of us was subsequently fucked several times by our masters. I couldn’t sleep, and after a couple of hours, wandered out into the camp, where I joined Wendy, waiting for the coming dawn.
An hour or so before, all the girls crawled out of the huts and made their way across to where the raft was. Wendy was in charge, by consensus, and she supervised while we moved the raft into position by the edge of the water. Then we all got on and moved out into the ocean.
The sun rose, and we used the makeshift paddles the boys had fashioned to direct the raft toward it. It wasn’t easy moving the thing, and we were forced to spend that day, the next night, and part of the following day on it before we were rescued by a passing tanker.
Needless to say, they were surprised to find a raft filled with naked girls on it.
After being without clothes for so long, it was a strange feeling being stared at and ogled by fully clothed people. The old inhibitions against nudity began to reassert themselves, and we started turning red with embarrassment as the crews eyes bulged out at us.
We finally managed to persuade them to get us some clothes though, which really felt strange. It was a couple of weeks before we made it to port, and Wendy finally let it slip that there were more people back on the island.
We never saw the boys or Annie again, but we heard that the boys school was disbanded and closed soon after. Annie went into a psychiatric hospital. Apparently the boys and the Captain, still on those joy leaves, had fucked her steadily, one after another, for the weeks we’d been gone.
The trip left its mark on all of us. Carolyn was a lot less reserved than she’d been. She went on to become an astronaut, and became the first woman to get pregnant in space. She had six children by six different men. Little Heather turned into a real cockteasing slut. By the time the school year was over, she’d fucked dozens of boys and was living with a forty year old man.
Cathy turned into a lesbian. She had affairs with several girls at school, including Wendy, and me. She moved in with a real hard core butch dyke and is into whips and chains.
Miss Carter left our school and went to a public school. She later quit teaching after she was found naked with two male students. She moved to Rio, and hangs around naked on the beaches all day.
The twins became a hot ticket on forty-second street, in New York. They did a live lesbian sex show with lots of props and stuff. Me and Wendy caught their act once. It wasn’t an act. Apparently they’d really gotten into each other’s mirror image bodies.
Amy decided to become abstain from all sexual activity, including masturbating. That lasted six months, then she went to Hollywood and became a star in porno movies. I saw a few, she was pretty enthusiastic.
Me and Wendy and Penny all went to college together, and shared the same room. Wendy was less of a tomboy, Penny was less shy and reserved, and I… well, I don’t think I was really changed much by the experience, except that I learned to love sodomy. I like a big cock up my asshole now, more than in my cunt.
Needless to say, we were pretty popular with the boys, and even when we were alone, we had lots of fun together.