Island of terror


    None of us could have dreamed of what we were getting into that early January day, when we boarded the plane in New York. We were all going off to the south Pacific, ten teenage girls from snooty Rushdale Academy, going down to see how the natives lived in Malaysia and the Philippines.

    For most of us it was nothing more than an excuse to get away from New York's cruddy winter and get a nice tan. There were a few do gooders along of course, but weren't there always?

    The main topics for conversation were what the accommodations would be like, and what the boys would be like. The boys were the guys from Morehaven, an all boys military school, that were supposed to accompany us.

    Annie Fox was saying how the boys must all be druggies or something, or else why would their parents send them to a military academy.

    "That's stupid Annie," Wendy said, flatly. "My brother goes to a military academy, and there's nothing wrong with him."

    "According to whom?" Annie sniffed. Wendy looked at her dangerously and Annie wisely shut her mouth.

    Annie might be the snottiest, snobbiest, nastiest girl in school, but Wendy was the toughest by far. Wendy didn't get into complicated philosophical arguments or try to top another girl's put down. She tended more towards punching the offender in the stomach or face.

    Not that she was mean or anything. Wendy wasn't a bully. She just didn't take any crap from anyone, girl or boy, man or woman. She was captain of the swim team, captain of the volleyball team, and captain of the field hockey team.

    She was the proverbial tomboy, cute snub nose, wide but pretty blue eyes, short blonde hair, and thin but athletic body. Annie was taller than her, and weighed more, but she was a powderpuff, too spoiled to have any strength in her limbs at all.

    Her legs were for boys to watch, not to walk on, and her arms and hands were for waving and fluttering about, not working with, let alone fighting with. Annie hated school, and only went because she hadn't any choice.

    "Why should I go to school anyway?" she often said, "I'm filthy rich. I don't need to work, and I never will."

    She spent all her time preening her long brown hair, and constantly perfecting her makeup. I'd known her a long time, and had never met anyone as conceited and lazy and spoiled. Even when she was thirteen, she was talking about getting plastic surgery on her ear tips, or nose, or cheekbones.

    When she'd turned fifteen, and it had become apparent that nature wasn't going to endow her with anything bigger than a size thirty-two chest, she'd spent weeks pouting and begging her parents for breast enlargement surgery, only to find out after they gave in, that no doctor would do it until she was eighteen.

    So now she wore a padded bra, and avoided changing in front of the rest of us.

    I slipped a chocolate into my mouth and gazed out the window, wondering what we'd find ahead.

    "Can I have one of those?" I handed a chocolate to Penny, who grinned and thanked me.

    "Don't you think you should watch your weight dear?" Annie purred from across the aisle. Penny flushed red, and gazed down at the chocolate uncertainly. I turned to frown at Annie.

    "Why don't you mind your own business DEAR?" I glared.

    "Well, my goodness, such hostility. I was only trying to help the poor dear. I mean, she is slightly… obese."

    "She is not obese you snooty cow! You just like bugging her."

    "Well, really Meghan, I'm sorry my showing any attention to Penny bothers you," she looked meaningfully at Cathy Simmons, her partner-in-snottiness seatmate. I didn't miss the insinuation, nor did Penny, who colored an even brighter shade of red.

    In fact, from a lot of angles Penny did look overweight, especially if she was wearing anything loose, which she usually was, but she wasn't at all fat, as Annie well knew. The problem was that Penny had enormous, simply huge round breasts. They were something to behold, drawing envious glances in the shower room.

    Penny's big chest irked Annie more than just a little bit. She was always needling the girl, who was so completely shy and tongue tied, she couldn't defend herself. If Annie wasn't poking subtle taunts at Penny's big chest, she was putting down her family, or insinuating her hair, a bright, very light blonde, was colored, or dyed.

    She was always calling her the Milkmaid, and treating her like some slutty, dumb Scandinavian peasant girl. Penny was such a nice kid that it irritated me to no end, and I had to stick up for her, no matter what Annie implied.

    But then Wendy leaned across and stared hard at Annie, and whatever other words the girl was going to say died. Wendy was my friend you see, she didn't really get along with very many of the other girls, thinking them all spoiled and dumb.

    I was on the swim team with her though, and we'd gotten to be good friends. Actually, a little bit more than just good friends. Annie's nasty insinuation about me and Penny was dead wrong, but me and Wendy… well, neither of us was a lesbian but…

    I remembered back last year after we'd won the regional championship. The whole team had gone out to celebrate. Some of us had managed to slip away from the coaches, and make it over to Clair Donovan's house, where we'd gotten totally pissed.

    I lived only a few blocks down from Clair, and after we'd had more than a few, I'd suggested to Wendy that she spend the night at my place. I knew her parents were really hard edged conservatives, and would throw a shit fit if she came home half pissed like she was.

    Wendy had agreed, phoned home to get permission, and then gotten drunk as a Lord, or Lady, or whatever. I'd had to keep shushing her up as we staggered down the streets to my house afterwards. She kept trying to sing some dirty song she'd learned from her gardener.

    We'd snuck through the gate and up the long driveway, then half climbed, half fell through a hedge and into the back yard. My parents bedroom faced the front and we didn't want to get caught pissed.

    "N… niiish plaash," she groaned, her words slurring heavily.


    "Who's gonna hear us anyway? Your parents are in the front, ten fucken miles away," she giggled. We did have a big house, thirty eight room actually. The chances of my parents hearing anything less than a full blown explosion out here was pretty slim.

    Wendy fell, pulling me to the grass, and giggling stupidly. I couldn't help join her, and the two of us lay on the grass acting like assholes for several minutes.

    Then she'd spied the pool and sat up quickly.

    "You got a fucken pool!" she yelped.

    "Uh, huh." She staggered upright and blundered across the yard, through the tennis court and over to the pool. I got up and wandered after her.

    I heard a loud splash and tried to run, but almost fell again. Anyway, I heard laughter coming from the pool and knew she was okay. I trotted up to the edge and looked in.

    "Come on in," she shouted.

    "Too dark."

    "Turn on the fucken lights."

    "Somebody might see us," I protested.

    "Aaahhh… you pussy." She swam up to the edge and then grabbed my ankle, jerking me off balance and into the pool. I gave a short scream, cut off as I splashed into the cool water. Then I was popping to the surface, sputtering in annoyance as Wendy backstroked and giggled at me.

    "You dumb bitch!" I cursed.

    "Race you," she taunted.

    She pulled off her jeans and threw them up onto the cement, then pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it as well. She stripped off her bra and panties and they followed. Then she swam slowly back and forth, doing the backstroke.

    "I hope my dad comes out and sees you like that," I laughed.

    "Wimp," she called back. I wasn't at all shocked at her skinny dipping, after all, I'd seen her naked enough in the showers. I quickly stripped off my own clothes, tossing them ashore.

    We went to one end of the pool and held a countdown, then took off, splashing toward the far end. Wendy was a better swimmer than me, but she was also a lot drunker than me. I started to pull ahead of her, and she grabbed my ankles, pulling me back, and throwing me off my pace.

    She laughed as she swam by and I indignantly twisted around in the water and scissored my legs together around her hips, dragging her under. We struggled in the water for long seconds, turning over and over, wrestling for superiority.

    Then we both broke the surface with a pair of great heaving gasps for air. We faced each other, our hands linked together, trying to pull or push each other under. I managed to get a bit of leverage by leaping up a foot and bringing my weight down on her, shoving her under briefly, but then she pulled me under again too.

    We both laughed like idiots when we popped up again. "Not fair!" she complained. "You've got more ballast than me," she reached down and pinched my right nipple between her fingers, yanking on it as I yelped in protest.

    I knocked her hand away and rubbed at my sore breasts grumpily.

    "Flatsy," I sniffed. She wasn't really, she had nice cone shaped breasts, if a little on the modest side, but they were certainly smaller than my bigger rounded ones.

    "Want me to kiss it and make it better?" That was a normal enough snotty remark from her, but there was something in her voice that made me choke back the normal response and stare at her.

    She moved over right next to me and stared at me from only a foot or so away. We were both standing in water up to our lower chests. She moved closer as I stood there uncertainly. She wasn't smiling anymore. Then her hand reached down to my wounded breast and cupped it gently. I flinched, and my hand moved up to knock hers away, but stopped inches away.

    Her other hand cupped my other breast, and she began squeezing them both very softly. Then she leaned over and brought her mouth to the nipple she'd pinched. Her lips closed around it and she sucked lightly. Her tongue slid back and forth on the little bud, and I could almost feel it, and my breasts hardening.

    For long seconds her mouth slid round and round my nipple, suckling, licking, nibbling. Her hands were still on both breasts, and she was stroking my right breast, while squeezing my left, which held her mouth.

    I shuddered, a hot flush moving through my body, as that hot, dark center between my legs started to burn with lust. I stood there, unmoving, my hands limp at my sides, as Wendy worked her mouth over one, then the other breast, mouthing the nipples, sucking, sliding her tongue over and over the smooth, soft breast flesh.

    She straightened, and we looked deep into each other's eyes. Both of us were breathing hard, uncertain of the other. Then she kissed me. At first it was soft, as soft as air sliding across my lips. Then as seconds passed and I didn't scream or push her away, her lips moved more hungrily, pressed against mine more demandingly.

    Her hands slid around my back and shoulders and hugged me against her. Our bodies moved together, all wet and dripping and warm from our excitement and exertion. Her breasts were firm and at the same time, incredibly soft. Her pointy little nipples dug painlessly into the tender skin of my rounded orbs.

    My own nipples were rock-hard, and stiffened even more as they rubbed and ground against her breasts. Her tongue shot into my mouth, and twined with my own as her hands slid up and down my back with desperate urgency.

    Then I gasped as her hands moved down onto my buttocks. Each of her hands cupped and squeezed one of my silky smooth ass cheeks, pulling my loins up against her own, lifting my feet off the bottom of the pool.

    My body was growing hotter and hotter, my mind a turmoil of carnal thoughts and feelings. My arms moved around her, my hands sliding up and down her back, wanting to feel the softness of her skin.

    My legs came up and slid around her, and her hands slid down my ass to hold me up against her, there in the water. I felt my cunt rub against her belly as I gripped her tight against me, and a shiver passed up my spine.

    Our breasts were flattened against each other, the mammary meat crushing and mashing back and forth. Our lips were sliding around together with fierce energy, our tongues darting and dancing back and forth between each other's mouths.

    She walked over to the edge of the pool, still carrying me, still locked in a tight soulful embrace. Her strong arms lifted me higher, out of the water, setting me back on the edge of the pool. I unwound my legs and arms from her and sat back, my legs dangling in the water.

    Wendy pushed my legs wide open, shoving them far apart, so I couldn't balance my drunken self and had to lay back on my back. She stared into my crotch, and a hot flush of embarrassment surged through me at such intimacy. Then I gave a strangled gasp as her tongue slid up along the length of my lightly furred slit.

    My back arched, and my legs twitched and jerked on the hard concrete. Her tongue dipped deeper, sliding upwards, digging into my labia, finding my clit. She lapped at it, holding me open as she worked her tongue expertly, driving me shivering and shaking into a tremendous, mind shattering cum.

    I twitched and flopped there on the concrete, my head twisting back an forth as my body poured out energy. Hot flooding sexual stimuli sped through my body, setting my nerve endings to jingling and spasming. My hands came up of their own volition, and seized my aching breasts, squeezing repeatedly.

    Wendy's tongue buzzed across my clit, then slowly worked its way down along my slit. Up and down it moved as her fingers rubbed over my clit, and dipped in and out of my cunthole. Deeper and deeper they moved, two fingers, fucking my cunt box, stabbing into me to the knuckles.

    I came again, even more intensely than the first time. I whimpered in denial as the floodgates opened inside me and a massive tidal rush of ecstatic sexual power rushed forth, enveloping my body from top to bottom in an electrifying roar of sensations.

    I think I passed out. I'm not sure. I opened my eyes though, to find Wendy lying beside me, propped up on her elbow, smiling tiredly.

    "Wendy…" I started, then couldn't think of anything else to say. She leaned forward and kissed me again, very gently. Then she got up, gathering our clothes together, and holding out a hand for me. I got up and followed her into the sleeping house.

    Needless to say, we hadn't gotten much sleep that night. We'd gone on till the sun rose, licking, kissing, loving each other's bodies. It had only happened once, probably because we were both drunk, and on an emotional high. We hadn't even talked about it since then. Still, we were the best of friends now.

    Wendy was sitting next to the window, with me beside her and Penny on my right. Across the aisle was Annie, by the other window, then Cathy, with her long brown hair and narrow face, then poor Heather, five feet soaking wet, if she was lucky, and another easy target for Annie to bully.

    Holly and Kelly were behind us, twin red headed sisters who did everything together. Behind Annie and the others was Carolyn and Amy. Carolyn was the intellectual of us all, one of the goody goodies. She had short brown hair and wore big round glasses. She got straight A's and knew everything about everything.

    Amy was a Carolyn wannabe, imitating her heroine, in studiousness and demeanor. They both dressed conservatively enough for a Catholic school, and acted like teachers pets. They were probably the only two going on this trip who were actually hoping to be educated.

    Hours later, after even Annie had gotten tired of talking, we landed in Malaysia. We trotted across the tarmac to another plane, this one a small water landing propeller model. There was a man wearing a uniform standing outside the little door, frowning at us.

    "Sorry were late Captain," Miss Carter said.

    She turned to us. "Ladies, this is Captain Brown, who will be with us for the rest of the trip. He's from Fort Morehaven school, and will be in charge, as he's been on this trip before."

    "Ladies," he said, looking over us imperiously, as if making sure we were standing at attention. We weren't.

    "My men are already packed and waiting aboard. You ladies stow your gear here," he pointed at a baggage door on the underside of the plane, "… and get aboard. We are already an hour late."

    He said this last part like we'd personally insulted him.

    "Like its our fault the plane was late taking off," I whispered to Wendy.

    We threw everything inside and then trotted up the stairs. There were supposed to be twenty boys there, but I didn't try to count. The back rows had been left clear and we all quickly sat down and strapped in as the propellers started up.

    The plane took off after a long bouncy ride. It was the first time I'd been in a small plane and it amazed me how much more I could feel it's movements than on the big jets I'd ridden.

    Again we rode for several hours. Some of the luckier girls nodding off. I talked quietly with Wendy mostly, as the noise of the engines droned on.

    Then the plane shook. I looked up in alarm, and the captain, not Captain Brown, but the one flying the plane, came over the P.A. and told everyone we were passing through a storm, and to do up their seatbelts.

    Nobody slept after that. The ride got bumpier and bumpier. We flew up and then dropped down, leaving our stomachs near the roof. After twenty minutes of this everyone was ready for the barf bags, except we hadn't eaten in hours and didn't have much to barf.

    This went on for almost an hour, during which our initial panic gave way to a kind of annoyed acceptance, and a kind of lofty snobbishness set in. I guess we all sort of said to ourselves, well, what can you expect from a third world airplane being flown by some banana eater.

    It wasn't really a conscious thought, most of us were pretty liberal, except for Annie and Cathy. Nevertheless, there was the thought that this wouldn't happen if we were on TWA.

    Then the Captain called back from the cockpit again. This time he was so excited, he forgot to speak English. Captain Brown yelled out that we were going to land in the ocean and for everybody to bend forward.

    The next five minutes were the most terrifying in my life, as the plane swung up and down and then hit something, hard. We bounced into the air, and then came down again, then bounced again, before staying down. I couldn't help looking up to see water flying past the window, and fear clutched my heart.

    Then the bounced calmed down slightly as our speed dropped. We all sat up and started babbling in frightened voices.

    "Miss Carter! Keep those shrieking hens quiet!" Brown yelled back. I shut up indignantly before Miss Carter even started shushing us. Even in the midst of a disaster I resented being insulted.

    The plane bounced through the waters for several minutes as Captain Brown stood braced in the cockpit door, talking to the pilots. Then he turned and held one hand up in the air for silence.

    "There's an island up ahead. We're going to land the plane there," he said. "We'll ride out the storm there, and ten try to repair the engines." A few minutes later there was another larger bump, then the plane stopped.

    Captain Brown moved over to the door and flung it down and open. I could see rain pelting down outside and hear it striking the water.

    He turned to one of the boys and said something. The boy stood up. He was wearing a uniform too I noticed, and jumped out the door. Then I heard him calling to Brown. Brown nodded and turned back to us.

    "All right, I want you ladies to come up here one at a time. One of my boys will accompany each of you out the door and to the beach. The water is only about four feet deep her, so you shouldn't have any difficulty."

    One by one the girls moved up to the front of the plane, and a boy got up and went out with them. When it was my turn, I wanted to say forget it, or at least tell them I wanted to go with Wendy, after all, we were on the swim team, but my courage deserted me in the face of those steely eyes and I meekly scurried up to the front.

    A tall boy of eighteen or nineteen went out first, and then stood there in the water waiting for me to jump. I held my breath and then dropped down, surprised at the warmth of the water as it covered me to the shoulders.

    The boy slid a hand around my arm and held tightly as we walked towards shore. I would have preferred swimming, but that wasn't an option. I joined seven other dripping wet girls on the beach and turned to watch Wendy coming out.

    Then the rest of the boys piled out, followed by Captain Brown and Miss Carter. They all walked ashore like they were assaulting the beach in some World War Two movie, they'd probably practised this before even.

    They were hauling on a long rope attached to the side of the plane, pulling it ashore behind them. That was good. I wanted some dry clothes. The water might be warm enough, but standing soaking wet was never a fun thing.

    "Hey!" One of the boys on the beach suddenly yelled. I looked up from the Captain and Miss Brown to the plane. One of the pilots was leaning out the door with a long knife, sawing away at the rope. Captain Brown yelled something at him, but he only sawed faster.

    Brown and the boys started hurrying back toward the plane but the rope came free then. The man pulled up the door and the engines started. The propellers started spinning and then the plane moved out away from shore, leaving the furious Captain Brown and his boys behind.

    Boy is he pissed, I thought. We could hear him cursing from the shore, as the plane moved faster and faster, and then bounced into the air.

    Several minutes later it was gone, and we all stood on the shore pondering what we were going to do.

    "Probably after all our luggage," Captain Brown snarled, glaring up at the sky angrily.

    "B… but why?" Miss Carter stammered. "We weren't carrying anything really valuable."

    "Twenty dollars is a months salary to these people," Brown growled, still staring up at the empty sky.

    He turned and stared around at us.

    "All right men. Survival actions. Let's look for shelter, water, and food, in that order. Smith, take two men, look for shelter. Mclean, you take two and find water, and Ferguson, you go and locate some food." He clapped his hands and a bunch of the boys took off in different directions.

    "How are we supposed to get off this crummy place?" Annie whined. The Captain turned and eyed her distastefully.

    "We will get off when we find a way off, or somebody comes and takes us off. It shouldn't be long," he said. "In the meantime, you ladies stay together and don't wander off and get lost."

    I turned to Wendy and she shrugged. We moved away from the water, towards the bushes and woods. The Captain wouldn't let us go into them though, so we had to stay out on the beach in the rain.

    Most of the boys stripped to the waist, dropping their soggy uniform jackets and shirts in a pile. Having nothing better to do, me and Wendy, and Penny occupied our time watching them. Annie of course, occupied her time by whining and bitching endlessly to anyone who'd listen.

    "Those guys must work out," Wendy said, admiring the physique of a pair of boys returning from the jungle.

    "Probably have to do ten mile hikes and all that shit," I said.

    "I wish they'd take off their bottoms too," Penny giggled.

    "My what a smutty mind you have," Wendy said, admiringly.

    "It's not a bad thought though," I grinned, twisting my hair together to wring out some of the water.

    "Maybe you should take off your dress," Wendy teased.

    "Shit. I wish I could," I sighed, running my hands over the sopping garment. It was made of velvet and was totally destroyed now. When it dried, it'd look like shit.

    "They could have at least left us our clothes," Penny complained.

    "Maybe we can get them to take a course in etiquette when we find them," Wendy grunted.

    It finally stopped raining. Captain Brown sent more of his boys into the woods to explore, and look for shelter. Those of us who could, stripped off some of our clothes to let them dry in the sun. Mostly that consisted of sweaters and jackets. Nobody was going to strip down to their underwear with all these boys around.

    Then the Captain announced they'd found a place for us to set up in. It was a big cave not far away, near a waterfall. So, we all had to troop through the bushes for another hour until we finally dropped down exhausted, near the cave.


    The place was quite pretty really. Only most of us weren't in any kind of shape to appreciate it. We were all exhausted and half asleep. We all picked a spot on the little strip of dirt near the water and went to sleep.

    When I woke up, I saw the boys still as busy scurrying around as they had been when I'd fallen asleep. They were tearing big palm leafs off trees and pulling dead branches down to form these little huts. They used vines to tie the branches together and soon there was a neat row of the little places alongside the jungle.

    I thought they were all stupid, since surely someone would come and get us within a few hours. I said as much to Amy, who was watching the activity glumly.

    "What makes you think that?" she said, unhappily.

    "Nobody knows where we are except for those pilots and they're not going to tell anyone."

    "But… people will miss us," I said.

    "Yeah, and they'll check for the plane and find it probably, and those guys will probably say something like, they never saw us, or we never showed up, or something."

    "They won't believe them."

    "Who knows? We're in the third world now, remember. Maybe they won't even find those guys. Maybe they won't miss the plane for days. Maybe we'll be stuck on this place like Gilligan was, for years."

    "That's stupid," I said, uncertainly.

    "Maybe," she sighed. "But we could be here for days anyway, maybe weeks."

    A week later, we were still on the island, with no sign of any rescue. All of us had gotten more bored and bad tempered as the days wore on. After the first burst of building activity, where we helped the boys with the huts, there wasn't much of anything to do.

    The boys were busy exploring, and dragging back coconuts they'd hacked from trees, and fishing with makeshift poles and spears.

    We weren't allowed away from the little campsite. Captain Brown had disdainfully reminded us we were from New York, and knew nothing whatever about the jungle. We'd all get lost and die, or worse yet cause trouble for him and his "men", and take them away from their important, manly work.

    The boys were all a bunch of little stormtroopers, who seemed to share the Captain's opinion on our brains and usefulness. They walked around like a bunch of Tarzans, with their shirts off, and their uniform pants cut short. They kept looking snidely at our disreputable dress.

    Most of us had been wearing dress clothes, the last kind of thing you'd want for this kind of constant wear and tear. My dress had been a rag after the first day alone, now it was practically falling apart.

    They had loaned us a knife and we'd hacked our longer dresses off above the knees, but there wasn't much else to do. It was warm at night, thank God. The boys were working on some kind of palm leaf blanket, but hadn't had much success so far, despite their vaunted survival training.

    What we mostly wound up doing was sunbathing and swimming. There was a somewhat secluded beach a half mile from the little village the boys were still busy constructing. We girls could go there, and for a little while anyway, strip off our ragged clothes and skinny dip.

    At first we were all really nervous about it all. Heather was terrified that some boy would see her naked, and Annie was unhappy about anyone seeing her naked. Some of us, including them, bathed in our bras and panties to start with, but eventually everyone gave in and disrobed completely.

    I didn't think there was any girl there who really had anything to be embarrassed about. Penny was a little shy, because of her huge tits. There were a few jokes about beach balls at first, but then everyone ignored them, and her nudity. Did I say everyone? I meant everyone but Annie, who kept as far from Penny as she could.

    She really didn't have a bad body. It was just her infernal jealousy that caused her problems. Next to Penny, I thought I had the best body, in fact, I thought mine was actually better. Maybe I'm a little conceited, but I thought my round breasts, and tiny waist made me better than her giant breasts.

    I ran over the whole group of us in my mind, looking for anything to do to keep back the boredom. Penny had the biggest tits of course, they were thirty eight DDs, but I rated mine as better, because of their perfect symmetry and the way they fit in more with my body.

    Holly and Kelly, tied, being twins, they would, for the best hair. I just loved the way their red hair shone in the sun.

    The best curves, I thought were mine, that was because of my tiny little waist, it was only twenty-one inches and made my hips and tits look better because of that.

    The best ass, surprisingly was on brainy Carolyn. It was the perfect shape and size, unmarred by any imperfections. The two cheeks standing out round and firm as she stood and walked, or lay on her belly.

    Heather was the cutest, that wasn't just because she was the shortest here. Her little heart shaped face, and snub nose, and her hair cut in a cute pageboy cut, and her sweet little body, made me want to hug her and maybe pat her on the head, though I figured she'd be pretty indignant at that.

    Wendy vied with Heather for cuteness. She had the same sweet face, marred by a few freckles. Her body was lean and lithe, with long coltish legs, that helped her swim so fast.

    We washed ourselves and our clothes as best we could without any soap. Unfortunately, that meant that we, and our clothes were always coated in a thin salty layer. The only way to wash it off was to take a dip, with clothes of course, in the little pond beneath the waterfall by the cave. Unfortunately the water was icy cold there.

    Most of us didn't bother, preferring the salt. You can imagine what this all did to our soft dressy city clothes. None of it was designed for wearing twenty-four hours a day, let alone trooping through jungles. Most of it was dry clean only, for Christ sake!

    We looked hideous, and the boys made fun of us constantly. They were an incredibly egotistical bunch, so sure of their own superiority over other boys, let alone girls. When Wendy finally got fed up and challenged one of them to a race, they all laughed.

    She'd shown them though, in more ways than one. She'd had to strip down to her bra and panties to go in the water, but by then we girls had all become a little less self conscious about nudity. Wearing a bra and panties was almost like wearing a bathing suit, wasn't it?

    Anyway, she'd beaten him handily, and two others besides. They hadn't been good losers, to say the least, but at least they shut up for a little while. Their egos apparently couldn't take being beaten by a girl in anything, even if she was a swimming champ.

    Ten days had passed and still we were stuck on the island. Moods were running even surlier than ever. Wendy and I were bored stiff, and decided to do a little exploring of our own, despite the ban on it.

    We set out from the girls' beach, wandering along the coast away from the direction of the camp. Neither of us had bothered to dress completely, hating our rotten clothes. We both wore our underwear though, and carried our clothes, just in case we ran into some of the boys.

    The island really was beautiful. It would have been a great place for a vacation, assuming an air conditioned hotel, and room service were handy. We walked for over an hour, not seeing anything but trees, dirt, water, and birds.

    We dropped down on the beach tiredly, and looked out to sea.

    "How much longer do you think we're gonna be here?" she sighed.

    "I wish I knew. Maybe Amy was right and we'll be here for years."

    "I wonder what my parents are thinking."

    "Mine too."

    We sat there glumly, contemplating life, and its unfairness. After a while, we stripped and went in swimming, then came back and sat down on the beach again.

    "We ought to be getting back," she sighed, looking at her watch.

    "Oh, I can't bear the thought of going back there yet," I complained.

    "Me neither."

    Then she leaned closer to me and kissed me. I jerked back in surprise, staring at her.

    "Why not Meg? It's at least something to do."

    "Someone will see us," I said.

    "Who? We've been here for over an hour and we haven't see any sign of anything."

    "I can't."

    "You didn't say that at your place."

    "I was drunk then," I snapped.

    "Me too, but it was still fun."

    "Go find one of the boys, like Annie has." She gave me a pitying look.

    "You think I want to make it with one of those snotty stormtroopers? Give me a break."

    "Some of them aren't so bad, like that one who…"

    She kissed me again, silencing me. This time she put her arm around me and pushed me back onto the sand, coming down on my chest. Her right breast was pressing heavily into my right breast, and her hand caressed my left.

    "Wendy," I complained.

    "Come onnnn," she pleaded. She kissed me again, and her hand slid over my naked breasts.

    "You know you want it," she said, hotly. She was right. I hadn't even jerked off since we'd gotten here. It was kind of hard to find any privacy in a little hut stuffed with five other girls.

    She ran her tongue across my nipples, then slurped them into her mouth, suckling lightly, bringing them erect. My breasts swelled and hardened as her hands and mouth worked on them, and I started to drift off into a pleasurable daze.

    She slid down my body, her tongue licking wide trails across my chest, and stomach, and abdomen. Then she was between my legs and twirling that wonderful tongue in and out of my slit.

    Her fingers rubbed back and forth across my clitty, sending me into groaning, grunting spasms of ecstasy, making me cum with a devastating fury.

    She scurried around on her knees, her tongue and mouth latched onto my slit. Her groin moved around over my face, and then slowly lowered. I looked up at her bare crotch, and as if in a dream, watched it approaching me. Then my hands slid up around her buttocks, feeling and remembering the wonderful softness of her skin as I drew her closer.

    My tongue slid up and down along her slit, making her shiver atop me. She lay fully over me, her breasts in my belly and mine in hers. I could feel the hard little points of her nipples against my skin as she worked on my clit once more.

    I opened my mouth wide and engulfed almost her entire pubic mound, munching lightly. Then I moved my lips against her clitty and sucked it into my mouth, humming and buzzing to set the little bud vibrating. I heard Wendy moan from down between my legs, and the sound sent a surge of lust through me.

    I renewed my effort, driving my tongue deep into her slit, gulping down girl juice, rasping my nose, and lips and tongue across her clitty. Her body shuddered all over, and her fingers stabbed deep into my cunt as she came.

    I kept working fiercely on her clitty until she finished her orgasm, then went back to a more leisurely licking and sucking. I slid my hands back and forth over her thin buttocks, and then down along her sides to her breasts.

    I pushed my hands between us and squeezed her breasts, searching for the nipples.

    Suddenly I became aware of a pair of bare feet and legs standing inches from my head. I gasped and shoved Wendy, dumping her off sideways, and bolting upright, arms crossed over my breasts, and hand over my pussy.

    Wendy looked around in confusion and her eyes opened in shock. She too covered herself. I turned to find three boys grinning there beside us. There faces were leering and nasty as they beheld us.

    "Looks like we found a couple of dykes," one said.

    "Little slutty lesbos," another added.

    "Like eating pussy lezy?" the first one asked Wendy.

    "Guess that's where she gets her strength," the third taunted. I recognized him as the first guy Wendy had raced and beaten.

    "How about it honey? That where you get your speed, from eating out pussy?"

    "Fuck off and get lost!" she hissed, furiously.

    "What's the matter Wen-deeee?" he sneered. "We interrupting your daily lunch?"

    "Don't let us bother you. Just go back to what you were doing," the first one sneered.

    "Go away!" I begged them, trying to completely cover my breasts and vagina. I sat in the sand, and whipped my knees up in front of me, keeping my feet tight together.

    "What's the matter honey? Think you got something we ain't seen," the second guy, who was sporting a bulging erection in his pants, sneered. "We been watching you to since you got to this beach."

    "Yeah. You got really nice tits baby. What's your name anyway."

    "Can't you bastards just fuck the hell off!" Wendy glared, her face red and angry.

    "Sure Wendy. Just suck us all off and we'll go away," the swimmer said.

    "When it's a cold day in hell," she hissed.

    "We can always tell everyone what a couple of little lezbos you two are. I'm sure Annie will love to hear that."

    Her face was a mask of rage as the three of them snickered and ogled us. If she'd had a gun, I'm sure she would have killed them all. Then one of them moved forward. It was the guy, Larry, was his name, that she'd beaten in the race.

    "Come on baby, your friend's lonely," he snickered. He grabbed for her. She tried to dodge, but couldn't and cover herself. He grabbed her arm, pulling it away from her breasts, and yanking her forward. He dragged her over onto me.

    Another of the boys pushed me backwards, and then knelt with his knees on my shoulders. I was still franticly trying to cover myself with my hands and had no way to push him away. Then the other boy knelt beside me. The shifted positions, each putting a knee on my shoulder and pulling one of my legs apart.

    In a second they had me spreadeagled on my back. They easily held my hands above my head while the Larry struggled with Wendy. She had given up all attempts to cover herself and was furiously fighting with him as he tried to pull her over on top of me.

    She was a tough girl, and managed to slam her fist up into his face with enough force to knock him backwards. She jumped up but he grabbed her ankle and pulled her down again. Then he was on her. He outweighed her by a good seventy or eighty pounds, and easily pressed her to the sand.

    He was angry now, his face grim and determined. He jerked Wendy's right arm way up behind her back until she cried out in pain. Then he grabbed her left and did the same, holding them together way up behind her neck.

    His other hand was in her hair, and he dragged her across the sand towards where the other two held me down. He forced her to her knees between my legs and pushed her face against my crotch.

    "Go on dyke! Suck her cunt out!" he hissed. He pushed her face right into my outspread crotch, rubbing it against me.

    "Eat her out lezbo!" Another of the boys taunted.

    Wendy kept her mouth grimly closed, even when Larry twisted her arms up higher. I could tell from the way she was gritting her teeth and blinking her eyes, that she was fighting off tears.

    "Leave her alone you fucking bastards!" I screamed.

    "Fuck you lezzie," one of them said to me.

    "Maybe you're not a lezzie after all, huh Wendy," Larry sneered.

    "Maybe you really want a nice stiff cock."

    "Jack. Come and help me with her," he called to one of the others. The boy on my right side moved over to him, while the third boy pulled me up to my knees, back against his chest. He twisted my arm up behind me like Larry was dong to Wendy, and his other arm went around my throat, holding me against him.

    Jack, knelt in front of Wendy, and then Larry pulled her up so her knees were between his legs. He closed them tight against her head, holding her in place. Larry handed him Wendy's joined wrists and he easily held them against her neck.

    She was on her knees, bent over, with her head between Jack's legs as Larry knelt behind her. He kicked her legs out sideways and pulled his pants down. His cock was huge and fiercely erect. I watched in horror as he pressed it against Wendy's cunt hole.

    I struggled against the boy holding me, but could hardly move at all. I could only watch from no more than two feet away, as Larry slowly pressed his erection into Wendy's vagina. The worst part about it, I thought at the time, was that I knew Wendy was a virgin. She'd never been with a boy before.

    Larry discovered that seconds later, whooping with glee. "She's a cherry guys, a fuckin' little dyke cherry."

    "Pop the fucker," the guy holding me urged.

    "Yeah, tear it out man," Jack grinned. Larry rammed his hips forward, once, then again, then again. The third time Wendy let out a low moan, and then a whimper of pain as his cock slammed through her hymen and drove deep into her pussy.

    "Pop goes the cherrrryyyyy," Larry sang. He pulled his cock out slightly, then threw his hips forward, thrusting his prick even deeper into Wendy's pussy. He pulled back out again, and I could see the hard muscles of his belly moving beneath his skin as he started to swing his hips in and out.

    His erection moved in and out of Wendy's crotch hole with a harsh, fast pumping movement, as Larry concentrated on enjoying the tightness of her depths. His hands were on her hips, gripping her tightly as he humped against her.

    I couldn't see Wendy's face, because it was between Jack's legs, but I could hear little grunts and moans coming from her, and knew she must be in great pain and emotional turmoil to show any kind of weakness to them.

    The guy holding me, laughed as he watched Larry riding Wendy. "You like that baby?" Larry gasped, hammering his hard sun bronzed body against her ass cheeks. "Like it better with a cock up your cunthole?"

    "Give it to her Larry!" the guy behind me urged.

    Then he twisted my head sideways against him and kissed me fiercely, laughing at my weak attempts to pull away.

    "You want some of that baby?" he leered.

    "You want it, don't you?"

    His hand released my arm, and it fell with a sudden clamor of pain.

    His hands went beneath my arms and then up and behind my neck, pulling my arms up and apart. He bent me backwards, pushing my chest out and up.

    "Hey Jack, what do you think of these?" he shouted.

    "Nice coconuts Vince. You gonna drink a little milk?" Jack laughed.

    "Fucking A, man!" Jim snickered.

    He threw me down on my face in the grass, and then jumped up. When I tried to get up, his foot slammed down on my back, shoving me back into the sand.

    A second later he was kneeling beside me and throwing me onto my back. He was naked, having tossed off his shorts, and his erection was even harder looking than Larry's.

    He threw himself on me, crushing me to the ground. His hands pushed aside mine, and his face chewed and bit it's way across my cheeks, lips, and throat, then descended to my breasts. He circled my left nipple with his tongue, then bit down hard, making me squeal in pain. He laughed uproariously, and pulled his hand up an down his cockshaft.

    "Get ready baby. You're gonna get fucked by a man now," he leered.

    He pushed his cockhead against the tight opening to my box and jammed it inside. Thankfully, my pussy hadn't had time to dry off yet. It was still lubricated, and didn't hurt too much as his meaty tool thrust down into my cunt.

    It moved balls deep, on the first, furious thrust, and he lay flat upon me for long seconds luxuriating in the tightness and heat of my belly. His body was hard like a rock, the muscles pushing against me with bruising weight.

    His hands moved all over me, like wild animals. They rasped harshly across my skin, squeezing and pinching me all over.

    His greatest attention was paid to my breasts, which he continually pinched, squeezed, kneaded, fondled and otherwise abused. He seemed in love with my breasts. I knew I was going to have bruises there from such harsh treatment.

    I punched at him, biting back my tears as I cursed and swore. I dug my nails into his chest and he slammed the back of his hand against my mouth, knocking my head to one side and bringing stars to my eyes. He grabbed both my wrists and held them together above my head with one of his back hands.

    He dragged his prick up the length of my fuck tunnel and then plunged it down again, burying the head deep inside me. Then he started to move his hips up and down, fucking his tool into me with a great deal of enjoyment and gusto.

    "Like it dyke?" he taunted, squeezing my right breasts tight and twisting it around brutally. I cried out in pain and he twisted it the other way, seemingly enjoying my torment. He was fucking his rod into me with tremendous power, the slick, hard pole moving up and down and up and down in my slit like a machine piston.

    His hard hips were slamming against the inside of my thighs with jarring force, shoving my ass back into the sand, jerking my body upward.

    His lips sought mine. I tried to turn my face but he grabbed my hair and twisted it sharply, forcing me against him. His tongue slammed in between my lips, raping my mouth. He bit me, then pulled his mouth away to laugh down at me nastily.

    He let go of my wrists and slid his hands under my thighs, scooping up my lower body and shoving my legs back against my chest. His hands slid down to my ankles and pushed them way back, forcing my lower body off the ground and putting all my weight on my shoulders.

    He plunge his cock into my gaping fuckhole, his eyes a mask of exultant triumph, of conquest. I heard a scream from Wendy and jerked my head to the side, temporarily distracted from my own fate.

    Larry had finished with her. The other boy, Jack had thrown her down on the sand on her belly. He was on top of her, not moving much. His groin was pressed against her ass cheeks and his hands were in her hair, shoving her face into the sand as Larry stood next to them and giggled.

    Then he pulled his hips up and I noticed his long, vertical cock sliding upward from her body. I thought the angle was a little strange at first, and then I suddenly realized that he was fucking her in the asshole!

    I'd heard of that, of course. I'd thought the idea gross and disgusting. Now I watched in a strange mixture of horror and excitement as Jack stuffed his long, wide cock down into my friend's anus. Her legs were pulled wide as he lay between them. One of his hands was beneath her, moving around under her groin.

    I couldn't tear my eyes away at first, even though Vince was still slamming his long fuck tool in and out of me with tremendous driving thrusts. My mind was transfixed by the lurid, and obscene vision. My moist pussy was, I belatedly realized, starting to heat up again, and I fought it down in disgust appalled that I could find the sight of my best friend being forcibly sodomized erotic.

    He wasn't being gentle about it either. He was hammering his prick down into her rectum with maniacal speed, really reaming out her bottom as Wendy sobbed and shook beneath him.

    Then I was pulled back to my own situation as Vince started pumping faster and faster into me. My slit was only inches from my face as my ankles pressed against my ears. I had a really close view of my drooling fuck box and Vince's cock as it slid in and out of my body. I could see the thin film of oily slickness on his tool as it emerged each time.

    My body shivered as I fought to stay completely detached from the powerful fucking my body was undergoing. I could actually see where his hard, veined cock shaft was sliding back and forth against my clitty, sending rippling bursts of pleasure surging through my cramped, squashed body.

    It was a strange experience indeed, to watch that long rounded shaft emerge from the depths of my body, and then slide back effortlessly inside me. I could feel every inch of it as it drove down the length of my fuck tunnel and smashed against the deep end of my box.

    I grit my teeth as a fresh wave of pleasure washed over me. If he didn't stop soon, I'd have an orgasm, I knew. How would I live with myself after that? What was wrong with me anyway, to react like this?

    Then he stuffed it down into me with a last brutal lunge that buried it completely. I felt it shiver and spasm inside me and then white splashing jism poured down into my belly as he emptied out his seed. His cock really spewed out a huge amount of sperm, spraying it into me like his cock was a hose filling my gas tank.

    My body spasmed in response, orgasmic pleasure sending tingles through my spine, flooding my body with grateful fulfillment. It thankfully didn't last long, and wasn't an uncontrollable cum. I was sure he didn't detect it, in the midst of his own orgasm like he was.

    Then he rolled off with a satisfied grunt, leaving me lying exhausted, spreadeagled in the sand. He walked over to where Jack was ass fucking Wendy, standing there beside Larry, and pulling his pants back on.

    A couple of minutes later, Jack started ripping his cock up and down Wendy's asshole, and then drove it far up into her and held it there as his body stiffened and came.

    He let her asshole suck his cock dry and then slowly got to his knees, and then his feet.

    "Wonder how fast you swim now you got bow legs," Larry sneered. The other two roared with laughter, and Jack pushed her face into the sand again with his foot. Then the three of them wandered off together, leaving me and Wendy lying there.

    As soon as they moved away I got to my knees and crawled over to Wendy. She was in bad shape. Her whole body was shaking with the effort to suppress her own emotions and tears. She wouldn't even move until I assured her they were gone.

    Then she turned slightly, pulling her head up and putting her hand down over her asshole.

    "Oh God, my ass hurts," she whimpered.

    "Those bastards!" I cursed, furiously. "Wait until we tell Miss Carter."

    "You aren't going to tell anyone!" she snarled.

    "What? But Wendy…"

    "Nobody! You aren't going to tell them anything!" she hissed violently. I stared down at her astonished.

    "I'm not going to let everyone know what they did to me," she glared, fighting off tears.

    "It wasn't your fault…" I began hesitantly.

    "And what about when they tell about me and you sucking each other off?" she demanded.

    "We'll say they lied!"

    "I don't want to tell anyone, not until we get off here anyway."

    So we staggered back to the main girls beach and then back to camp. We didn't see Larry, Vince, or Jack the rest of the day, and of course, the boys never came around our huts at night, Captain Brown's order.


    Wendy would hardly speak to me that evening. It wasn't until the next morning that she seemed to return to some semblance of normality. Still, it was like walking on eggshells, wondering what would induce her into a furious temper. She was yelling at almost everyone that morning, including me.

    Annie, the slut, had been hanging around the boys since day one, spreading her legs for the better built among the boys.

    She came sauntering over near where me and Wendy and Heather were sitting in the afternoon, one of the boys with her, arm around her waist. Her eyes were gleaming with malice as she looked down her long nose at us.

    "Well, Wendy," she said. "I'm surprised to find you sitting down here."

    Wendy glared up at her warily.

    "I mean, it's so HARD, there," she sneered. Wendy's glare deepened. She turned her nasty eyes on me.

    "Meghan dear, you really should go and talk with Larry, he claims to have found some lovely fruits to eat. Why he was just now telling me about how good the CHERRIES are here."

    Wendy leapt up, her arms grabbing Annie's shirt collar and twisting her around, to throw her to the ground. The boy grabbed her by the hair and jerked her backwards. Wendy gave a strangled cry of rage, and was pulled back, still clutching Annie's shirt. It tore apart in her hands, coming in half and leaving Annie's breasts exposed.

    The guy threw Wendy down on the grass as Annie jumped to her feet spitting out dirt and glaring at Wendy furiously.

    "You dirty little no class whore!" she screamed.

    "Fuck off Annie!" I yelled. "You're the biggest slut in school!"

    "At least I like MEN!" she sneered, holding the frayed ends of her shirt together.

    "Come on Annie. Leave the little queers alone. Let's go down to the beach," the guy said.

    "Yes, of course you're right Peter," she said, frostily.

    They moved off, and me and Heather helped Wendy back to the stone she'd been sitting on.

    "I'm going to get that fucking slut!" she vowed.

    Unfortunately, relations with the boys continued to go downhill. While we girls were all miserable, they seemed to be in their natural element. They seemed to almost be enjoying themselves on the island. Their regard for us and our "whining and bitching and complaining" seemed to get steadily worse, along with their treatment of us.

    The next day, I was wandering alone through the woods at the edge of our beach, within screaming distance in case one of the trio that got us before showed up.

    I heard a sound and stopped. I soon identified it as the sound of running feet, and something crashing through the brush. I stopped, afraid it was a boy, or some kind of animal. Then the figure raced out of the trees just in front of me and almost ran me down before I called to her.

    She stopped suddenly, her eyes staring at me in shock. I rushed over to her and put my arm around her, already suspecting what had happened by the way she was holding her torn dress together.

    "What happened?" I asked, sympathetically. She shook her head and shivered suddenly. I held her tighter, and her legs seemed to give way and she slowly dropped to her knees with me beside her.

    "What happened Carolyn?" I demanded, not unkindly.

    "I… I…" she shook her head again.

    "Where's your glasses?"

    She looked at me dazedly and then patted her dress pockets, allowing her dress to fall open. She was naked underneath, and her skin was covered with little scratches and bites. I found her glasses poking out of a pocket and put them on her face. Her breathing seemed to steady, and she started talking, at first slowly, and then in a big rush.

    She'd been walking along, exploring, much as me and Wendy had been. Her goal was more esoteric than ours. She'd been looking for edible plants. She'd found a little stream and sat down to rest.

    As she'd lain there, her feet cooling in the water, and her hands behind her head. Several boys had surrounded her. She hadn't been particularly worried by this, even though it was against the rules for us to wander off, but as she'd sat up they'd grabbed her, and then…

    "I… They… tore my dress open," she stammered. "They stripped me naked, laughing and calling me dirty names all the while. Then they pushed me down on the ground and knelt around me. I screamed at them… called them names… threatened them, even tried to reason with them," she gasped.

    "They just ignored everything I said. Their hands were all over me, touching me and… and… you know," she couldn't meet my eyes, staring down at the ground instead.

    "Then one of them got on top of me. They held my arms and legs apart and then… then… he… he did it to me!" she swallowed several times.

    "I'd never done it before," she said, hollowly.

    "He just… kept pushing against me… into me, pushing his… cock up into me! I couldn't move, couldn't resist! Then he started doing it to me, moving up and down, thrusting into me over and over! When he finished, another one did it, and then another, and then another!" Her voice was rising as she spoke.

    "I… I don't even know how many times they did it! Then they pulled me up onto my knees and one of them stepped in front of me and held his… his… erection against my lips and told me to suck him. I refused, but then they twisted my arm and pulled my hair and I had to do as they said."

    "He knelt in front of me and they forced me to my hands and knees. Another one got behind me and started to do it to me again, shoving his organ into me with a terrible force. They took me again and again," she sobbed, holding her face in her hands.

    I held her against me and tried to console her, but then she started talking again.

    "The worst part though, the absolutely worst part… was… was…" she stopped, words locked inside her.

    "Go on Carolyn, you can tell me," I urged.

    "No… no…" she shook her head. Then she turned and stared at me with wide eyes.

    "Meghan, I… I had an orgasm!" I stared at her in shock.


    She nodded franticly.

    "More than one, several. I… I've never… I've never felt anything like it in my life," she stared down at the ground again. "My whole body shook and trembled and my mind just seemed to… explode with pleasure. They… they lasted so long I thought I would die."

    "Wow," I said.

    "Please!" She grabbed my hands and held on tight. "You mustn't tell anyone about this!"

    "But Carolyn…"

    "You have to promise me you won't tell anyone, not even Wendy or Amy!"

    "All right, if you want."

    "It's not… it's not what they did… it's what I did. I, don't know if I can even face myself again, knowing what a… a… a whore I am."

    "Oh don't be stupid, you're not a whore!"

    "I don't even know who they were," she said sadly.

    "You don't?"

    "I had my glasses off. You know everything is a big blur to me without them."

    Well, of course, things couldn't keep on happening like this and stay secret long, but I held my tongue. I could see where she was having trouble facing what had happened though, wow!

    Two days later me and Wendy were ambushed on our way back to the cave from the beach. Wendy had vowed to get Annie back, but it was Annie who had worked out her revenge first. She appeared right in front of us as we marched along, a huge muscle-bound boy on each arm.

    One of them was the boy she'd been with before when she'd taunted Wendy. Cathy was standing just to one side, with another boy. I thought I remembered his name as Tad. I didn't recognize the other one. I sensed trouble immediately and put a restraining hand on Wendy's collar, trying to pull her backwards.

    "Well, well, Wendy dear," Annie cooed. "You and your little friend out doing a little EATING?" The others snickered and the boys leered at us.

    "Why don't you kiss my ass?" Wendy snarled. Annie's eyes got all round and she looked at one of the boys with false injury.

    "Did you hear that Peter?" she cried. "Oh what dreadful language. What a foul mouth the child has!"

    "Someone should wash her mouth out with soap," Cathy sniffed.

    "Maybe she needs a spanking," Annie purred, raising her eyes at Peter.

    "Maybe she does," he grinned.

    I started backing up, my hand dragging Wendy with me, but I banged into something, actually someone. It was another boy behind us. He grabbed me, throwing his arms around me, pinning my arms to my sides. There was a second boy there, and he shoved Wendy forward so hard, she fell to her knees.

    "What a bad little girl," Annie said, mockingly.

    Peter grabbed her and dragged her up by her hair, then Tad moved forward and grabbed the waistband of Wendy's pants and jerked them down off her flailing legs, leaving her naked from the waist down.

    Then he ripped open her shirt, and he and Peter worked it off her, leaving her nude. Annie watched Wendy struggling with a cool detached amusement, her eyes sparkling with every grunt or curse Wendy made.

    "Filthy language for a little girl to use," she sneered.

    Peter knelt and bent Wendy across his knee, so her ass was facing Annie and Cathy. Wendy's entire body was flushed red with fury and humiliation as Peter brought his hand up and then swung it down against her buttocks with a loud crack.

    Wendy gasped, but kept her teeth gritted together, determined not to give Annie the satisfaction of hearing her cry out. Peter was undeterred. He brought his hand up again and then swung down once more, and then again, and again, and again.

    I struggled uselessly against the boy holding me as Peter spanked his big hand down against Wendy's ass cheek over and over. Her ass turned a deep shade of red as he smacked her. I could see Annie's smile deepening. Wendy's ass cheeks were a flaming red, and each time Peter's hand came down it left a white handprint, that quickly faded to red.

    "But this isn't good enough," Annie sighed. She turned to Tad. "Didn't you tell me that the younger boys at your academy were caned for speaking out of turn?"

    He nodded, grinning.

    "Well, that's what's needed with this child."

    "I'll find one," he offered. He poked around at the side of the little trail and then pulled a two and a half foot long branch off a small sapling. He quickly stripped the leafs off and held it over to Annie.

    "Yes, I think that would do much better," she snickered.

    Peter was holding Wendy's wrists locked together behind her neck. He shoved her off him and then positioned her on her knees. He knelt on her hair, keeping her firmly in place as she knelt there, face and shoulders pressed against the earth.

    "Leave her alone you FUCKING whore!" I screamed. "You keep your mouth shut Meghan or you'll get it too!" she snarled.

    She stood next to Wendy, examining the blonde girl's upturned buttocks, all red and tender. She smiled again, and her eyes narrowed. "What do you think of this little ass Tad?" she asked sweetly.

    "Kind of skinny and bony, if you ask me," he sneered.

    "Yes, I think so too."

    "Her pussy looks all right though," another of the boys cackled.

    "Oh poooh. They all look the same," she said.

    Then she brought the switch whistling down to crack against Wendy's buttocks. Wendy's body jerked against Peter's hold on her and another gasp of pain escaped her.

    The switch whipped down again, splatting against Wendy's aching ass cheeks, then again, and again. Annie's eyes got round and excited as she whipped Wendy's ass. Her arm whipped down as fast and as hard as she could, tearing at Wendy's behind.

    Finally she dropped the stick, rubbing her arm and gasping for breath.


    "Yeah Annie?"

    "You know, Jack was telling me how he fucked her in the asshole the other day. I've never seen that before. I find it amazing that one of you boys could get his big stiff penis into such a little place."

    "Want me to show you?"

    "Please," she said primly.

    With that, Tad stepped forward, passing an uncertain looking Cathy and dropping to his knees behind Wendy. His cock was stiff and hard, and he pointed it right against her asshole, then lunged forward. Wendy cried out in pain then, struggling again, as if newly come to life.

    "I think she wants you to hurry," Annie sneered.

    "Don't worry baby, you'll get it all," Tad grunted.

    He drove his loins forward, jamming another inch of prick down her anal tube. His cock pulled out slightly, then surged forward again, driving another two or three inches into her.

    "That really is amazing isn't it everyone? You wouldn't think such a skinny little ass could take such a big hard cock in it."

    Tad shoved his cock in balls deep, making Wendy moan and shiver uncontrollably. Then he started to tear his cock in and out of her as the other four boys, Annie, Cathy, and I watched. He sodomized her for several long minutes, his hips slapping repeatedly against her buttocks.

    Again, I found myself strangely excited. Not only did the sight of Wendy getting fucked like that excite me, I… almost wanted to be in her place. Somehow the idea of a… a beating, a whipping by one of these powerfully built boys, turned me on to an incredible degree. My loins were unconsciously humping forward and back in time to his humping, rutting of Wendy.

    My skin reddened as I caught myself, and I looked around to make sure nobody else had noticed. They hadn't luckily. They were all busy watching Wendy and Tad. He was really pounding it into her now, his hips hammering her forward against Peter's knees.

    His fingers dug into her hips as he groaned and humped obscenely against her, driving his brutally hard cock deep up her asshole. Then he grunted, and leaned backward, driving his prick far up her body and then mashing and twisting it around inside her. He gasped and deposited his load down her rectum, then collapsed forward.

    "Ohhh yeah, she's tight," he groaned. His hands were under her, squeezing at her titties, playing with the nipples. He let her asshole suck down the last of his sperm and then pulled his limp cock out.

    "What about you Stephen, don't you want to fuck the little dyke?" Annie asked another boy.

    "Annie, for God's sake!" I cried.

    "Oh fuck off Meghan," she dismissed me.

    We heard voices approaching from the beach just then and Peter shoved Wendy away, standing and moving down the trail. The others all moved away as well, including the boy who was holding me. He shoved me down near Wendy and I hugged her tight, holding her shivering body against me as she cursed low under her breath.

    She managed to get to her feet though and stagger off into the bush. I grabbed her clothes and raced after her. We wandered through the bush for almost an hour before she finally dropped exhausted near a small stream.

    We were there for hours before Wendy had calmed down enough to begin the journey back. The Captain was furious with us. Annie had told him we were going exploring, which was a violation of his rules of course.

    He ordered us to stay at the little camp for two days as punishment, sort of like getting grounded I guess. Of course Wendy wouldn't let me tell anyone about what had happened. It was just too humiliating for her to have it become general knowledge.

    So the next day we had to hang around the camp while the rest of the girls wandered down to the warm waters of the beach, and the boys busied themselves in their jobs.

    We didn't have anything much to do there. The water was much too cold for swimming, and the boys scorned any help from females. We explored the front of the big cave a little, before being tossed out by the Captain. Then we just sort of lounged around by our hut, glaring at whatever boy happened to be walking past.

    I guess our sullen silence finally got to Captain Brown. He ordered us to follow a group of boys into the jungle and collect long palm fronds for the walls of the huts.

    We were both worried and glad for the order. We were worried the boys would do something to us, and glad of the relief of boredom. After all, we'd been hanging around the fucking huts the entire morning, and it wasn't like we could watch TV or anything.

    Still, we kept a close eye on the six boys as we trooped down the little trail. None of them had been involved in the attacks on Wendy or me, so we thought we were probably safe. At the first sign of trouble though, we were ready to take off into the bushes and trees.

    We travelled for about forty five minutes, before we came to the sight the boys had picked out. There weren't much in the way of bushes around, just some short grass, and a lot of tall palm trees.

    The boys each climbed a tree, and tossed the leaves down to the ground. Wendy and I scurried around from one tree to another, picking up the fronds and putting them in a careful pile. After about half an hour, we had a couple of piles that were almost waist deep.

    The boys came down, and we unpacked a little lunch to eat before going back. So far they hadn't been bad to us. They hadn't been very friendly, but at least they hadn't called us names or anything.

    Me and Wendy felt safe enough sitting down and eating with them. They pretty much ignored the two of us. Well, that's not true. They didn't much talk to us, but they kept eyeing us when they thought we weren't looking. This wasn't all that important a sign or anything, I mean, that's what boys always do.

    These boys though, were different. We hadn't yet fully realized that. It wasn't just in their physical conditioning, it was in their mental conditioning as well. They had been taught, we later learned, that women, were basically useless except for the bed and the kitchen.

    They had also been told that they were inferior to men, by a long long ways. Since these guys also had been told how much better they were than the average guy, you can imagine how much they thought of us.

    After lunch, the guys decided to take a swim. We weren't far from the beach. They just shucked out of their pants, one by one, and trotted down to the beach. They didn't even seem to care that there were two girls there.

    Me and Wendy got more than an eyeful as their pants came down too. They didn't try to hide themselves at all. They were all powerfully built, so I guess they thought they had nothing to be embarrassed about. Wendy and I just sort of looked at each other as they dropped their pants.

    We thought we were about to be jumped, but instead, they just moved away to the beach, leaving us alone.

    "Shouldn't we get the hell out of here?" I asked, worriedly.

    "And go where?" she scoffed.

    "Can you find your way back?" I thought about it and then glumly shook my head.

    "What's the difference anyway? So what if they fuck us?" I looked at her in shock.

    "Well, it won't be the first time will it? Who cares?"

    I was amazed at her apathy. True she'd already been through so much, nothing these guys could do would likely be worse, but who'd want to go through that again? I flushed slightly as I thought about my responses before. Maybe I would.

    We waited there, sitting on the grass, legs folded out beside us. I figured the guys would have done something by now if they were going to. That wasn't their way though. Work first, then take care of a little pleasure.

    When they returned to the little clearing we were in, all six of them had erections. None of them were raging boners or anything, but all were stiff to one degree or another.

    They didn't ignore us now. The six of them gathered around us and a silent communication seemed to pass between them. The tallest moved toward us then.

    "Take your clothes off," he ordered. He wasn't angry, or anything. He said it in a matter of fact tone of voice, as if he were telling us to wash the dishes or something.

    I expected Wendy to take flight immediately, but to my surprise, she stood up and stripped off instead. My jaw dropped as she calmly disrobed and stood naked in front of them. She was shivering slightly, I noted.

    "You too," the tall one said sternly, looking down at me.

    "I will not!" I cried. I jumped up, but one of them instantly grabbed me from behind. I kicked out at two in front of me, but they easily avoided my clumsy efforts.

    "Down on your hands and knees," the tall one said. He wasn't talking to me. The others were busy stripping my dress off. That wasn't hard at all. They simply jerked the straps aside and pulled it down the length of my body.

    Then I was naked, being held easily from behind, by one of the boys. His hands were like steel bands around my upper arms as he held them at my side, despite my squirming.

    Wendy was already down on all fours, her head bowed.

    "On your knees bitch," the older one said, glaring at me. I was shoved down beside Wendy, and just managed to get my hands down in time to keep my face from splatting into the grass.

    Then I felt hands on my hips as the big one, who seemed to be the leader of this group, knelt behind me. I twisted around, trying to push him away, noting the other boy kneeling beside him, behind Wendy. I got a slap on the side of the head, and a stern order to stop thrashing around until he told me to.

    I whimpered slightly, my skin red with humiliation as all these boys ogled my nudity. I was especially aware of the leader behind me, and his hands running over my ass cheeks.

    Then I jumped, as his hand palmed my cuntmound. I gasped as I felt my own wetness against his hand. He grunted in satisfaction, and then I felt his prick push against my vaginal lips.

    Wendy gasped, and my head turned to the side to see her jerked forward. The boy behind had his cock deep inside her and was just beginning to draw back.

    Then the leader thrust into me, driving his erection down my fuck tube with unremitting force. He pushed it fully into me, until his balls were pressed against my cuntlips. His hands slid up and down my side, and under my chest to cup and fondle my hanging breasts.

    Then he started to rut into me, just as the boy fucking Wendy was doing. There wasn't any point in protesting. Neither of us was capable of resisting physically. Like Wendy had said, we couldn't even find out way back again.

    It was a very brutal form of sex. Neither of the two of them varied their rhythm or direction at all. Each of them stroked into us with long, even, powerful fucking thrusts that tore their cock heads from our deepest depths to our cuntlips on each thrust.

    Their hips battered against our buttocks, sending us swaying and jerking back and forth in time to their skewering thrusts. Their cocks pounded into us with hard, brutal force, unconcerned with our comfort, only with the satisfaction of their own lusts.

    The other four simply watched as Wendy and I were fucked their like two bitches from a dog pack. Unlike the group at the beach, these didn't offer any catcalls, obscenities, or insults. They stood around patiently waiting their turn, as if what was happening was entirely normal.

    When the boy fucking Wendy dropped his load down her pussy. He got up with a sigh, and one of the others took his place. He jammed his entire length into her without any preliminaries, and her body started jerking back and forth like mine again.

    The bizarreness, the sheer carnal hedonism of the act shocked me. My loins were bubbling with a mild excitement, but my mind was burning with lust, lust brought about by these lewd and amoral actions.

    I somehow… liked being treated like this, robbed of any decision or choice. Used, fully, as they were doing, like I was some kind of sexual animal for their pleasure! Something deep inside me responded to such an idea, responded with a power and force that overrode all my courage and will.

    My mind felt somehow… rubbery, pliable, like it was willing to do whatever anyone asked, without hesitation. I felt myself sinking down into my body, dropping my personality and merging with my lowest carnal instincts and impulses.

    Then I heard Wendy cry out. My eyes were only half open, but I turned weakly to eye her as she shook and shuddered on her hands and knees beside me. At first, I thought she was in pain, then I realized, from the way she was humping her ass back against the boy fucking her, that she was cumming.

    Then I was cumming too, my pulsing, burning belly flaring outward, engulfing my entire body in a halo of ecstatic pleasure as my body was rocked with orgasms. The churning, pumping cock inside my cunt hole, sprayed out a long series of sperm wads, and then gradually softened and withdrew.

    I was hardly aware of it though, another cock took its place and began to rut into me. I knelt there, my mind detached, apathetic, only my body awake and alive. My cunt clamped and spasmed around another rutting, pistoning cock, and my body gloried in it.

    "No… no… My ass… my… my asshole," I heard. "F… fuck my… ass." It was Wendy, I realized. My head turned aside and I watched as the boy screwing her, obliged, pulling his long thin pecker out of her belly and stuffing it into the little round hole.

    Her eyes were dulled, her mouth hanging open wide, spit, dribbling down as she was reamed out. She grunted in satisfaction, rutting back against him. I came again.

    Both of us were fucked by each boy, at least once. I don't remember much of it, just endless humping, rutting, and groaning. Even most of the return journey is a blank. It was like I was in some kind of a drugged daze for the entire time, waking, only partly, as we entered the little camp.


    Not long after we got back, the shit hit the fan. Amy came running into camp naked, shrieking at the top of her lungs. Miss Carter held her as she whimpered and bawled about being raped by several of the boys not far from the beach.

    Miss Carter had gotten furious, glaring around at the boys gathered there, and then yelling for Captain Brown. The Captain hadn't been very impressed though.

    "If they act like sluts, they'll more than likely be treated that way Miss Carter," he sniffed. Her mouth opened in shock and she stared at him furiously.

    "I can't believe you said that!" she gasped.

    "Believe it. It's true enough. These little whores are running around all over the place naked, or damned near. I won't ask my men to fight against their natural urges."

    "Are you insane!" she yelled. "Are you saying they have a right to rape any girl they want?"

    "Might makes right in my world Miss Carter," he glared. "Besides, my men are busy working hard all day, hunting food, building this camp. These little sluts lie around on their pretty little asses all day doing nothing. It's their duty to give comfort to the men."

    "You are insane," she said, dazed, shaking her head.

    "No Miss Carter, merely logical," he said, coming over to stand before her. "These girls aren't good for a damned thing right now except one. I should think they'd be grateful enough to have something they can contribute, instead of whining and howling like that," he eyed Amy distastefully.

    "These are just young girls!" she cried, in exasperation.

    "They look fully grown to me," he barked, his eyes sliding up and down Amy's nude body. Miss Carter tried to shield Amy from him with her own body.

    "I'll have them, and you arrested when we're found," she growled.

    "If we get found, which is beginning to become a rather academic exercise in thought Miss Carter," he said.

    She blinked at him and started to say something, but he held up his hand and interrupted her.

    "If those two were going to tell anyone where we were, they'd have done it by now. I think there's a good chance we could be here for years."

    "That's ridiculous."

    "Perhaps, but realistic. I see no reason to deprive my men of womanly comforts for that period."

    "I won't allow them to be used as whores!" she screamed at him.

    He laughed loudly.

    "They are whores, Miss Carter. All women are whores, when it comes to that. They all sell their crotches to whoever pays the highest price. Including you," he sneered, nastily. "Don't tell me you don't either. I know you sluts. You're all alike."

    "Come on girls, let's go away from here," Miss Carter gritted, her face red.

    "What you need, MISS Carter, is a long hard ride," he taunted.

    All the girls were there, except for Annie and Cathy. They all eyed the yelling pair with a mixture of shock and apathy. Carolyn didn't seem to care, her face was dazed, and listless. Penny was watching with wide, frightened eyes. Kelly and Holly were watching and listening like they couldn't believe it.

    As if an unseen signal was given a couple of the boys grabbed Miss Carter, and calmly stripped off the yelling, struggling woman's clothing. When she was naked, they pushed her to her knees in front of the Captain.

    "We'll have no more of this arguing," he said, sternly. "My word is law around here. Understand?"

    She continued to struggle against the boys standing on either side of her. They each held on hand up to either side of her head, and neither looked particularly tired from her struggles.

    Then the Captain's hand lashed out and his open palm cracked against Miss Carter's face, sending her head rocking to the side. "Understand?" he demanded. He slapped her again, this time knocking her face to the other side.

    "Do… you… understand?" he punctuated each word with an open handed blow that send her head jerking back and forth.

    "Yes," she whimpered.

    "Good," he said, smugly.

    He grabbed a fistful of her brown hair and jerked her forward, away from her two captors. He pulled her forward so she fell on her face, then moved behind her and dropped to his knees.

    "We'll demonstrate just who is in command here," he said. He pushed her legs apart with his knee, and then dropped his pants down, pulling out an enormous, simply monstrously large penis. There were several audible gasps from the shocked crowd of girls, and a scuffling off to one side.

    I turned to see Penny struggling with a boy. She was trying to run off into the trees, and he held her easily, turning her to face the center of the little camp.

    I gaped at the size of that cock. It looked like a salami. I had never seen one so thick before, it was almost like he was disfigured or something. I was glad it was Miss Carter getting it and not me.

    He pressed the tip of that massive swollen cock against her brown thatched pussy mouth and pushed forward. Miss Carter moaned, and tried to crawl forward, but his hand grabbed a fistful of hair and held her in place.

    He pushed forward for an endlessly long time. I didn't think his huge prick would actually fit inside a woman. But inch by inch his hips got closer to her straining buttocks. We all stared in shock as it pushed relentlessly into her body.

    "Gather round everyone. I want nobody to be in doubt about who gives the orders on this island," he said.

    The boys started moving closer, pushing us girls ahead of them, so we formed a circle only a few feet away from the groaning, sobbing Miss Carter and her tormentor.

    I could see her cunt clearly now, could see the straining widely displaced cuntlips as the were pushed brutally apart by his monster prong. I was stunned by the sight. I hadn't thought a woman's pussy slit could pull so far apart. It was like she was giving birth to that huge fat prick, except in reverse.

    Miss Carter shuddered in awful pain. Her teeth were locked tight together and ground against each other as that huge meat pole pushed cruelly into her belly. I was honestly afraid she would die, that mammoth penis would crush her lower body and kill her.

    But instead, it just kept on moving forward. I swallowed, transfixed in horror as I saw her crotch hole, gaping wide, her pussy lips taut and stretched, distended by the immense size of the prick impaling her.

    Then he seemed to reach bottom. No matter how much pressure he put on it, his salami of a cock wouldn't go any deeper. He pulled back slightly, tearing several inches of meat out of her round gaping fuck mouth, then he slid his hands firmly around her waist, and jerked back.

    His powerful muscles strained as he exerted force, jerking back on her body while at the same time throwing his hips forward. Whatever was blocking his giant prong, it gave way under the brutal assault. Miss Carter gave a blood curdling scream, and the last couple of inches of prick thumped into her body.

    Miss Carter went insane. Her fingers clawed the grass and dirt, her body twisted and shook and shuddered on the massive pole, her mouth gurgled and grunted continuously, and her head rolled and twisted and bobbed up and down.

    "That," gasped Captain Brown, "Is how you tame a bitch whore of a woman." He pulled out a few inches of his cock and then slammed it back into Miss Carter's distended belly, making her quake and scream again.

    Most of the boys had hard ons, and were wide eyed at the sight of their Captain and Miss Carter. They watched as Miss Carter's face fell into the dirt, and her head rolled back and forth in the sand.

    The Captain pulled his immense prong back down the length of Miss Carter's fuck hole almost to the end, then slammed forward, again bringing a scream from Miss Carter, and another series of shuddering, quaking convulsions.

    With a sense of shock I realized that Miss Carter was cumming, cumming with a fury that was on the verge of madness. That massive penis embedded in her warm depths was driving her insane with every movement.

    The Captain rammed his long, fat tool down into her slit again, jerking her body forward, her face driving into the dirt again. He was almost literally fucking her into the dirt.

    Then I heard a pathetic plea from my right. I turned and saw little Heather being stripped by a pair of boys behind her. I heard cursing from the other side, and saw Kelly and Holly being similarly disrobed.

    Penny was already naked and on her knees. She was sobbing in terror as a pair of boys knelt in front of and behind her, both with long, hard erections. Then I was thrown to my knees as well. My skirt was shoved up over my waist and then pulled forward over my face and off.

    A hard cock pressed against my pussy, and then drove inside. It had little difficulty. My cunt was burning hot, and wet with my own fluids. My eyes kept watching the Captain's giant penis as it drove slowly in and out of Miss Carter's fuck tube.

    Heather gave a squeal of dismay, and I turned to see a boy pressed firmly against her small buttocks. He pulled back slightly, and I saw the dark outline of his hard penis which connected him to her cunt. His hands slid up and down her body as he started to fuck into her.

    The boy behind me was rutting furiously, driving his prong deep into my fuck hole. I groaned with both pain and excitement, wanting in some deep hidden recess of my mind, to be as thoroughly used and reamed as Miss Carter was.

    My eyes glazed over slightly, and my body got weaker and weaker as the sexual fever burned into me. I saw Annie sucking a boys cock not far away, and Amy, whimpering in fear as two boys squashed her between them and shoved their cocks into her asshole and cunt at the same time.

    I grunted as the guy screwing me sped up. He fucked me hard and long, then spewed his cum into my guts. Another boy replaced him, and then another. I looked around dazedly to see Miss Carter lying on her back at the center of the little clearing. Her legs were spread far apart, her cunt gaping open.

    Her eyes were open wide as well, but she wasn't looking at anything at all. Off to one side, Wendy was on her back, her legs pushed up by her ears. A boy was rutting into her anus furiously. Her eyes were dreamy as she took the hard driving cock into her asshole.

    Then I saw Heather. Her hands had been tied behind her back with something. She was kneeling in front of one of the older boys, his face was a mask of cruelty as he sat on a tree stump and forced her face down onto his prick. Another boy was rutting into her from behind, his long prick slicing back and forth between her small cupcake like buttocks, driving deep into her rectum.

    Wendy was half squatting, half sitting on a boy, his cock up her pussy. Another boy was behind her, his prick stuffed into her anus. A third boy knelt in front of her, manhandling her fat tits around his cock. He ripped it back and forth in her cleavage as he grunted in happiness.

    My hair was grabbed suddenly, forcing my head and body upward so I knelt with a straight back, looking up into… My mind went blank and I tried to move away. A pair of boys seized me by each arm, pinning me in place. The boy fucking my asshole stopped, his hands going around my chest, holding me immobile.

    There in front of me stood the Captain, his grotesquely swollen penis pointing straight out.

    I blinked in shock and tried to pull away again, but I could barely move a muscle.

    "Well, little one. We shall see just how trained you are shall we?" the Captain snickered. "I know all you sluts are taught how to suck cocks by the time you're ten, so we'll see how good a job was done."

    He pressed his fat cockhead against my mouth. One of the boys pressed his fingers against the side of my jaw, digging in and making me open my lips far apart. His cockhead pressed between them.

    He wasn't erect yet actually. His cock was semi-flaccid. If he'd been erect, that huge thing, never could have fit into my mouth.

    He pushed it forward, into my mouth. My lips, pulled as wide apart as the could possibly get, managed to accommodate the girth of his monster prick. It slid into me, until the tip hit the back roof of my mouth.

    Of course that left about ten inches outside, and the Captain wasn't willing to settle for that. He kept pressing. The boys pulled back on my hair and head, forcing my face upward toward the sky, giving the Captain a clearer angle… to… push… DOWN!

    My eyes opened in shock. I would have screamed, but not a sound escaped my lips. I couldn't believe it! My bewildered mind didn't know what was happening, couldn't understand it. His cock shaft pushed straight down and into my throat!

    My throat must have bulged outward. I couldn't see it of course. That immense slab of meat shoved down the length of my throat until the fat, bloated tip emerged inside my chest cavity. I could feel it there inside me, drooling and pulsing.

    The Captain sighed in pleasure as his balls came to rest against my lower lip and jaw. My throat ached with pain. My chest was starting to strain from lack of oxygen. The Captain simply left his enormous cock in place as it swelled with excitement.

    I could feel it getting bigger, fatter, wider, harder. It shoved my jaws even further apart, threatening to snap the bones. That giant horse cock was killing me, without even moving!

    I felt the boy behind me, give a little lurch, and his cock spurted jism up into my anus. The sight of that prong going down my throat setting off the boys lust with uncontrollable force.

    The Captain slowly, slowly withdrew the long, fat cock. The fat cockhead popped into my throat at the lower end, then rasped down along the length of my throat tube, and finally popped out into my mouth.

    I was on the verge of fainting for lack of air by this time. I gasped and gulped in great wasps of oxygen, my chest heaving as I sucked in the warm noxious fragrance of his body.

    Then he pressed forward again. I shook and sobbed with denial, but the boys holding me wouldn't let me move aside. The swollen cock shoved down through my throat and into my chest again.

    It was the strangest feeling, that big, fat, cockhead down in my chest. It hurt, but kind of strange, you know, sort of ticklish like. My throat was the part of me that was really hurting. It felt like I was choking on something really really big. It kept trying to swallow it, but there was just too much meat there to go through. My throat shaft was distended and swollen out by the immense slab of cock inside it.

    I couldn't really suck him at all. His cock filled my mouth so much, my tongue was plastered to the roof of my mouth, squashed and unable to move. I think the Captain derived his pleasure solely from the tightness of my throat around his shaft, and the feeling, whatever that was, on his cockhead down in my chest.

    I almost fainted again, but he pulled the fat tool out of my throat long enough for me to suck in some air, before he shoved it back into me again. I couldn't see anything that was going on around us anymore. I could hear shouting and groaning, as well as some crying and screams.

    All I could see though, was the front of the Captain's belly, and then way up the length of his body to where his face smiled nastily down at me from a great height.

    The Captain started slowly sliding that fat cock tool in and out of my mouth and throat. It rasped and scratched against my teeth as it moved back and forth, and I wondered at why he didn't feel any pain. I thought that my teeth must surely be taking the skin off his prick as it sawed back and forth.

    The boy who had been fucking my asshole hadn't taken his cock out of me after he'd cum. I could feel his prick, still up my asshole, hardening again as he watched my mouth and throat being reamed out. He never moved, afraid to disturb the Captain's concentration probably, but his cock sort of squirmed a little up inside me as it hardened and lengthened.

    I had eight pairs of hands on me, but all they had been doing up to now, was holding me in place. They were firmly around my arms, and shoulders, and latched in my hair. Now, I felt a pair of hands making their way down onto my rounded breasts, squeezing them tightly.

    I was sure they belonged to whoever was right behind me, and had his cock up in my rectum. I hardly noted either the cock in my asshole or the hands around my titties though. I was too busy just trying to keep from fainting because of that giant cock down my throat.

    I don't know how long the Captain fucked my throat like that. I lost all conception of time. Finally though, he pulled that massive prick wand completely out of my mouth. My jaw could hardly open that extra few millimeters for his cockhead to escape, but it did.

    I stared dazedly at the mighty prick as the Captain fisted it just in front of my face. My mouth was still partly opened, having been pried apart so wide, for so long, that it seemed incapable of closing without a mental command.

    Then the Captain's cock exploded. Jetting wads of sizzling white sperm gushed out the round hole in the tip and sprayed against my face. It poured into my mouth as it lay gaping open, splashed against my hair, my forehead, my eyes, got up my nose, and dribbled down my chest, over and between my titties.

    His cock was like a hose as it gushed forth a seemingly endless stream of salty white sperm, covering my face with the stuff as I was held there dazedly unmoving under it's spray.

    I guess the Captain moved away then. Two of the boys let go of my arms and pushed me forward. I fell on my face in the grass, unmoving. The boy behind me started to slowly work his prick in and out of my anus now that the Captain was gone.

    I ignored him for the most part. His prick worked its way in and out of my bottom until he too sprayed his stuff into my body. He pulled out and got up and walked away. I was fucked several more times by other boys, but I can remember little of it.

    Most of what happened to me is little more than a blur. I can remember better what happened around me than what happened to me. I guess that's because my senses were dulled by the abuse at the hands of the Captain and his boys, but my eyes could still see, after all, and my brain record what they were seeing.

    None of them seemed to be much better off than myself.

    Amy was not far from me. She seemed to be practically catatonic. She lay on her side in the grass, eyes opened but unseeing. A boy was on either side of her. They knelt at her crotch, each pushing a cock into one of her holes. Her leg was shoved way up in the air at what must have been a painful angle, but she didn't complain.

    Wendy was squatting over a boy who lay on his back. She was facing his head, and pumping up and down on her strong athlete's legs, sliding her asshole up and down on the boy's erection. Her eyes were dazed, but there was a strangely happy and almost content smile on her face.

    Penny was on her hands and knees. She was still whimpering, or trying to. She had a boy's cock sliding back and forth between her lips. Another boy knelt behind her and drove his cock into her pussy with brutal force.

    Carolyn, like Wendy, almost seemed to be enjoying herself. She was flat on her back. Her legs were up against a boy's chest as he threw his hips forward and down, jamming his penis into her pussy hole repeatedly. She grunted with pleasure each time the cock slammed into her belly.

    Holly and Kelly were bent across a fallen tree trunk side by side. Both were being reamed out from behind and in front. Their hands were tied behind their backs because they'd given the boys some kind of trouble.

    Miss Carter was bent backward across a big rock. The rock was waist high and her ass was on one end of it, a big cocked boy slamming his hips into her crotch, driving his cock down her ass tube. Her head and shoulders dropped over the other side of the rock, but a boy there held her up by the hair so she could suck his cock.

    I lost consciousness somewhere around then. The girls say the orgy, or mass rape-a-thon, or whatever it was, went on for hours.


    When I woke up the next morning, I stared around me in total confusion. At first, I couldn't remember anything that had happened at all. Then it all came back to me in a rush. I was lying naked outside one of the little huts.

    Wendy was a couple of feet away from me. She was still asleep, and she too was naked. I groaned and sat up, looking around. The little camp looked like the aftermath of some battle. There were bodies lying around all over the place, all of them were girls, and all were naked.

    My body was covered in bruises and little scratches, and ached all over. My pussy and asshole hurt the most, next to my jaw, that is. I got up and staggered the few feet to Wendy, collapsing next to her, and shaking her awake.

    She blinked her eyes in the strong sunlight, the slowly rolled over and stared up at me.

    "Are you all right?" I asked. She shook her head, and then sat up.

    "Oh God," she groaned. "What the fuck happened?"

    "Don't you remember?"

    "Oh shit! How could I forget?" She looked around her tiredly.

    "No more virgins on this island," she said, then she giggled and fell backward once more.

    "We have to get away before the boys wake up," I hissed.

    "What for?" she sighed. I hadn't expected that question. It momentarily stunned me.

    "Do you want to go through that again?" I demanded.

    "We can't get away Meghan. None of us knows the first thing about even surviving on this crummy island. All we'll do is get lost and die."

    "It would be better than this," I glared.

    "I don't think so."

    "You always were a slut," I said, viciously. She shrugged.

    I got up and moved over to where Penny was laying. She was already awake. She looked up at me through wide, blinking blue eyes that were rimmed with red.

    "Penny. Come on. Let's get the hell out of here," I whispered.

    She looked uncertainly around, and then nodded, and tried to stand up. She didn't make it on the first try, and I had to help her. We looked around for our clothes, but couldn't find anything, and were worried that the boys might show up at any time.

    Finally, we decided to just take off as is. We took the path down to the beach, scurrying as quickly as we could without shoes. Once on the beach we headed off along the shoreline, scrambling through the waves so as to leave no footprints for the boys to track.

    "Where are we going to go," she gasped, as we forced our feet through the water.

    "Anywhere is better than there," I replied.

    I was afraid of the boys, but more afraid of my own body. I had felt it's awakening last night, despite my will. I hadn't been able to really resist. I was worried that my will and mind would be sapped.

    Wendy, who was once the strongest willed girl I knew, seemed to have given in to the brutal treatment the boys doled out to her. She even seemed to enjoy it. I knew I would soon follow suit if I didn't get away. That hot wet tunnel between my legs would take control and I would be little more than a sexual servant for those arrogant, egotistical boys.

    We walked on for most of the morning. Both of us started getting real hungry soon, but neither knew much about how the boys were getting the plants and vegetables we'd all been eating for the last couple of weeks.

    Finally though, we did run across some berries I servant from yesterday's breakfast. We both gorged ourselves, and then rested by the beach for an hour or so.

    Penny kept cupping her big breasts, which were black and blue with bruises. The boys had really abused them the other day. Mine weren't in much better shape. It seemed that the harder they squeezed breasts, the more the boys liked it.

    "What are we going to do Meghan?" Penny whimpered.

    "What if it's true, like the Captain said, and we're never rescued?"

    "We will be," I glared.

    "But what if we're not?"

    "Don't think about that, because it's not going to happen."

    "We can't live out here forever on our own."

    "Why not?" I said fiercely.

    "We can get stupid berries as well as the boys. We can build those dumb little huts they built. If those pigs can survive, then so can we." With that, I rose and stomped off, not even turning to see if Penny followed.

    We walked as far as we could before getting too exhausted to continue. Then we made a little nest just inside the jungle, carving out a little hole from the sand and dumping palm fronds into it. I found some more berries and we wolfed them down. We fell asleep easily.

    The next day, we got more berries and walked on. I was determined to find someplace we could camp out together without the boys finding us. Penny was as unused to exercise as any of the girls, but endured all the walking with relatively little complaining. We had to stop often though for her to rest.

    She talked about her experience with the boys as we walked. She'd been overwhelmed by the groping, fondling, rutting males. It was because of her tits, she said angrily. Several of the boys had fucked her between her breasts, and all of them had squeezed and abused them.

    "If we ever get out of here, I'm getting breast reduction surgery," she vowed.

    "Maybe you can give them to Annie," I mused.

    "That bitch! Did you see her yesterday, wandering around and laughing at us while the boys raped us?"

    "I never saw her," I confessed.

    "Yeah, well, she was the one that told the Captain to make you suck his cock," she said.

    "Are you sure!" I demanded. She nodded grimly. "That fucking whore is really going to get it when we get out of this."

    Something grabbed me from behind and dragged me to the ground. I heard Penny screaming, and then my arms and legs were pinned down and a grinning boy knelt above me.

    "Hello there baby. Having a nice little walk?" he sneered.

    "Leave us alone!" I yelled.

    "You got a hope," one of them said. I realized there were half a dozen of them there around us. Penny was pinned on her back as well.

    "Good work men," one of them said to the others. "We'll take them back to the Captain."

    I was struggling with the boys holding my arms down. I was turned on my stomach and my hands were pulled behind me and tied together with strong vines.

    "You two bitches have caused enough trouble," one of them said. I recognized him as one of the boys that had been with Annie when Wendy had been whipped and sodomized.

    His name was Tony, I learned. He tied a long vine around my throat, and another around Penny's. The two of us were led through the jungle, naked, with out hands tied behind us. We kept falling down, the rough jungle trail we were on wasn't very easy on two people without any shoes.

    After a couple of hours, neither I nor Penny could walk much. Our feet were too covered in cuts and bruises. Tony threw me down against a low grass hill, cursing in disgust. He turned to one of the other boys.

    "Cunningham, take Mike, and Joey, and go and find us two strong meat poles."

    I didn't know what he meant at the time, and didn't have time to consider it. One of the boys dropped to his knees beside me and shoved my legs up against my chest. Then he drove his cock down into my hot, but dry fuck tunnel.

    He grunted and strained as his cock made hard going of the dry inner walls of my pussy. After several minutes, my hole started to lubricate, and he got more power into his strokes. I heard Penny squeal in pain and turned to see her kneeling a few feet away.

    Her head was pulled way, way back so her spine was bent and arched. A boy standing behind her was sliding his cock up and down between her lips, fucking it right down her throat. Another boy knelt in front of her. He held her two fat breasts in his hands and mashed and squashed them around his cock as he thrust it into her cleavage.

    The boy fucking me came, and rolled off, letting my legs drop back flat on the grass. Another boy took his place, rolling me over onto my front and then pulling me to my knees. My hands were still tied behind me, so my weight came down on my head and shoulders, but he didn't care about that end of me.

    My legs were pushed apart and his cock slammed down into my cunt hole from behind. His hands squeezed tightly around my waist as he drove his prong into me with long steady strokes. His hips splatted repeatedly against my buttocks, crushing them, squashing them.

    He pumped furiously, his groin smashing into my splayed crotch with brutal, jarring force, his prick skewering my tortured cunny. Then he sprayed his jism down my hole and stood up, sighing, and doing up his pants.

    Another boy knelt behind me and his cock pushed between my cuntlips and started fucking. Despite my fury and despair at getting caught, my pussy started to heat up. No matter how I felt, if my cunt was sufficiently ploughed, it seemed to take on a mind of its own.

    I prayed silently for the boy to finish before I really heated up and he began feeling my spasming cunt around him. He was in no hurry though, driving his prong up and down my fuck tube with deliberate slowness.

    I wasn't the only one who wanted him to hurry though.

    "Come on Thompson," Tony grunted. "Hurry up and finish with that twat, we gotta get going." The one called Thompson grunted, and then sighed. His cock began moving into me with greater speed. Soon it was sawing back and forth inside me with enough power to send hot, quaking sensations through my body.

    I could feel my belly burning with the need to cum. I fought as hard as I could, clamping down my muscles, thinking about things that were sad, and terrible, like plane crashes, and dead children. Nothing worked though. I was moving upward into a gale force orgasm.

    Then his jism squirted out into me and he pulled away. I was left there on my knees, my chest heaving with the effort I was putting forth to hold back the cum. I hardly realized what was going on around me until the burning in my loins started to subside.

    My wrists were untied, and then retied in front of me. Tony wound the vine around and around my wrists to a ridiculous extent. What did he think I was, Supergirl? He wound another vine around my ankles, tying them together and then winding about ten feet of vine around and around them, before tying it together. How in the hell did they think we were going to walk like this, I wondered.

    The same thing was happening to Penny, and then the boys there, pulled her legs and hands up in the air and slid a long pole through them. They lifted the pole, dangling Penny from it like one of those old movies with cannibals in them.

    I wondered for a brief second, whether we were going to be eaten or something. A second pole was slid between my legs and hands, and then I too was hauled into the air.

    With a boy on each end of the pole, we trudged through the jungle. To say the position lacked dignity was a massive understatement. I swung back and forth from side to side, my going straight up in the air, along with my arms, my head hanging down behind me, filling with blood. I was extremely dizzy after a while, but the boys didn't care.

    They changed pole bearers every little while. I didn't seem to be much of a burden to them, as they moved pretty fast. I got so dizzy from the blood rushing to my head that I started to get delirious.

    The trail we were passing along was overgrown with every manner of bush and grass. In fact, it was hardly a trail at all. The boys carried us bouncing and jouncing through tall grass that was higher than our heads. In my delirious state, the brushing and rubbing of the grasses against my ass and pussy began to excite my body.

    It was a very gentle caressing kind of movement. The grasses were swaying back and forth because of the passage of the boys in front of me. It never would have done more than cause mild excitement if I had been lucid. But in this state, hour after hour, it started building up an enormous head of steam in my pussy.

    Those horrible, endless rubbing grasses were driving me insane as they kept massaging my defenseless crotch. The little flickering brushes were enough to turn my whole ass and crotch into a hyper sensitive, throbbing mass of quaking flesh, but they weren't enough to push me over the edge into orgasm.

    Instead of cumming, and releasing all that heat, my fires just kept burning and burning, going higher and higher until my entire body pulsed and shivered with the passion within me.

    I might have gone permanently insane if the boy on the front of the pole hadn't ignored a low bush in the center of the trail. It was really beneath his notice, since he just stepped over it. It was only about a foot or so off the ground.

    My ass was only six inches or so off the ground though. As he carried me forward, the trunk of the little bush, which must have been several inches around, ran straight into the valley between my ass cheeks.

    It hit dead center against my cuntmound with enough force to send a furious searing rush of sexual energy through my beleaguered frame. Instead of going around, he just pulled on the pole, jamming my crotch against the little bush hard.

    I exploded. I screamed at the top of my lungs as my body was racked by uncontrollable contortions and convulsions. Every fibre of my body spasmed and flared as that terrible sexual heat was finally expelled.

    He kept pulling and my body eventually pushed the bush forward and then went through it. It seared a white hot trail down between my buttocks until it scratched past my anus and was gone.

    I made loud and weird noises, or so Penny told me later, and Tony came back to me and grabbed my head by the hair, jerking it upright. He obviously thought that I was acting like I was because of the way my head had been hanging down behind me.

    He shoved my head through my arms so they would hold it upright, and I stared dazedly at my own chest and belly for a number of minutes while my head reeled with the sudden loss of blood.

    My senses started to come back to me, and I became aware of the pain in my wrists and ankles. All my weight was being suspended by the vines around them, and they were starting to cut into my skin. My hands were already feeling cold from the lack of circulation.

    Not long after that, we were being carried into the center of the camp. At first I didn't understand this, after all, we'd walked for almost two days, and here we were back in only a few hours.

    It turned out of course, that the island was sort of round. The Captain had known we would be following the beaches since we had no shoes, and had sent a party straight through the woods in either direction to intercept us.

    There were cheers from the boys as we were hauled through the camp. The girls didn't make any sound, except for Annie. She wandered over to us and grinned maliciously down at me as I hung there from the pole.

    "How nice to see you once again Meghan," she sneered.

    The Captain came out of a hut then and stood before us, glaring down sternly.

    "Disobedience can, and will not be tolerated," he said, in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear.

    "These two have willfully ignored the rules and have caused hardship for the men who had to search them out and protect them from their own ignorance and foolishness."

    "They must be punished, and the entire community will join in to chastise them and show them the error of their ways and the unity of our condemnation."

    He gestured and the boys lowered us to the ground, then pulled the poles out from between our arms and legs. My hands and feet were untied and I was roughly hauled to my feet before the Captain. Penny was pushed next to me where she trembled in apprehension.

    "And what shall be their punishment?" the Captain said, in a booming voice. I felt a sudden, very stupid, bravery.

    "Isn't looking at you punishment enough?" I squeaked. He blinked and his eyes narrowed. I could have killed myself, unfortunately, I was afraid he was going to do just that.

    I was frogmarched over to where a tall frame had been set up. It consisted of two upright poles and a third joining them together about eight feet off the ground. My wrists were tied to each pole, high enough up so I was hanging a foot off the ground. My wrists, already sore from supporting my weight, ached anew.

    My legs were pulled apart, and also tied to the upright poles, leaving me in a taut X shape. The Captain stood next to me as the rest of the camp gathered around.

    "This female has been disobedient, mutinous, and insolent," he said. "She will be punished according to the rules set forth in military manual that accompanied our forefathers on the North American continent."

    I didn't really know what he was saying. I was exhausted, miserable and sore. My mind pulsed with dread and worry. I looked around me at the teenagers gathered there. Most of the boys looked just as arrogant as I remembered.

    The girls were a mixture of visible emotions. Annie and Cathy obviously couldn't wait for my punishment to begin. Kelly and Holly were like zombies. Wendy looked at me with wide, but almost mindless eyes. There was a slight smile on her face, and her hand rubbed against her naked crotch.

    Then something slammed into my back, high up near my shoulders. I screamed in pain and rocked forward against the vines holding me. My back burned with pain, and I realized that the Captain had begun his punishment.

    I tried to twist my head around, to see behind me. I only managed to see the Captain's arm swinging what looked like one of the boys military leather belts before it hit my back again and pain crashed through my system.

    My mind was filled with frantic, howling anguish as the belt slammed into my back again and again. Each blow made a resounding CRACK! that echoed around the small gathering watching. Each blow sent my body rocking forward against the vines restraining me. Each sent a fresh surge of searing pain through my overloaded system, and faded slowly into a dull, burning ache.

    The belt slashed down across my buttocks, sending my loins rocking forward. I heard Annie laugh and say something to one of the boys, but couldn't make it out. The belt cracked down again, and then again, crisscrossing my ass cheeks with a deliberateness that contrasted against the brutal power of the blows.

    Then he stopped. He called out a name. I never bothered to look up to see what was going on. My head hung loosely down, hair covering my sight of the people gathered around me. The belt whistled through the air and slashed against my buttocks once again. Five quick blows in succession cracked and whipped against my ass before there was a pause.

    Another name was called out and one of the boys standing just in front of me moved toward me. I could see him briefly pass beside me, and then seconds later there was another blow, this one against my back. Four more blows followed, each one sending rocking my helpless body forward, sending fresh pain through the blurring wave of fire that encompassed my back and buttocks.

    Another name was called out. It was Annie. A hand grasped my hair and pulled my head up. Annie was standing right in front of me, her hand in my hair. There was a nasty smile on her face and she held a belt in her hand. "Don't fall asleep now Meghan dear. I want you to appreciate the effort I'm going to here," she sneered.

    Then she moved around behind me and the belt lashed down across my buttocks. I grunted, low in my throat, my limbs twitching in reaction. The belt lashed down again, this time across the middle of my back, then again, against my shoulders.

    She appeared around in front of me, looking at me with a pouty frown.

    "Meghan the least you could do is scream a little to show everyone you appreciate your punishment," she glared. There was a sadistic gleam in her eyes as she stared at my naked form.

    "Maybe you need a little more encouragement," she taunted.

    She pulled back the belt and then grunted with effort as she flung it forward against me. The belt flew forward and slashed across my right breast. I shrieked in agony as the belt left a fiery trail across the sensitive skin. She grinned happily and raised the belt again. Again it flew forward and cracked against my left breast, jerking me backward against my bindings.

    Then Cathy took the belt. She didn't seem as happy as Annie, but she put a great deal of effort into lashing the belt sideways across my twin mounds. I screamed, convulsing and shaking against my bindings. Four more times she flung the belt against my breasts, bringing a hot, burning pain to my chest.

    Then Wendy was given the belt. Her eyes glowed with lust, and a strange flush darkened her skin. She licked her lips, and then brought her arm back.

    If I expected a weak, pretend blow, I was sorely disappointed. The belt whipped across my breasts with more power than either of the other girls had shown. I gasped and my eyes rolled back in my head as the belt made a hot, red welt directly across the center of both breasts, cracking down squarely over the two nipples.

    Then Wendy turned the belt around, her eyes almost in a daze. She held the belt by the soft end, with the buckle at the far end. She pulled back her arm and whipped the belt against my breasts again.

    The hard metal buckle slammed into the center of my right breast with such force that it drove through the wall of flesh and slammed directly against my ribs beneath. My breast flesh wobbled and shook under the force of the impact, and agony lanced through my body.

    She brought the belt back again and whipped it down across my left breast, then giggled as my body shook and jerked before her. She dropped the belt and then moved forward a few feet to stand directly before me. Her mouth moved against my right breast and she suckled my nipple gently, caressing it with her tongue and lips.

    I heard a scream. In my half conscious state, I thought it must be my own. It repeated, higher and more frantic, and my blurry eyes looked away. There was another set of poles across the camp and Penny was tied to them. Tony was flinging a belt against those melon like breasts of hers, making them jiggle and wobble and bounce up and down.

    I felt a brief moment of sympathy, and then my back erupted in furious pain as the belt slammed against it. I lost consciousness, so I don't know if everyone in the camp beat me like they say. My brutalized body was left hanging between the poles.


    I woke to the rocking of my body. I was still hanging in the frame. My body seemed to end at the shoulders. My arms and hands were numbed with aching pain from supporting my weight for so long. My body was being pushed back and forth against the vines holding it, like a sheet in a strong wind.

    Then I realized there was someone behind me, and something inside me. As I came more and more awake, I realized that there was someone, a boy, pressed right up against my back. His hands were on the two poles holding me aloft, and his penis was up inside my rectum.

    He kept pushing it fully into me, and then holding it there while he wiggled his hips around in circles, his balls pressed deep into the valley between my round buttocks, his prick twisting inside my bowels.

    I could hear his hot breath on my neck as he pulled his thing back down the length of my shit tunnel and then rammed it back inside. My asshole felt raw and open, and I wondered how long he, and others had been screwing it. He grunted again, as he threw his hips forward, pressing hard against my body, putting more and more pressure on the bindings around my wrists and ankles as he pushed my body forward.

    I shook my head briefly, trying to clear it. He must have noticed I was awake because he started talking to me. He had a very calm, voice, and spoke in a matter-of-fact tone.

    "You got a nice tight little asshole honey," he sighed.

    "What's your name anyway, Mary, Meghan, something like that?"

    He pulled his cock down the length of my anus, pulling it entirely free. My asshole felt somehow vacant, as if it were unnatural not to have a hard cock inside it. Then I felt his cockhead pressed against the little round opening, and it slid back into me.

    I felt it slide easily up through my rectum, moving with slow, but deliberate speed higher and higher into my belly until I could feel the boy's belly pressing against my buttocks, pushing them flat.

    "Nice," he sighed.

    "Nice and hot, and tight."

    He slid his arms around my waist, squeezing me against him, pulling me against the vines grip. His hands slid upward under my breasts and cupped them, then started to slide caressingly over the rounded hillocks of flesh, lightly rubbing past my nipples, then pinching them between warm fingers and twisting them around.

    I felt a heat building in my loins, a heat my half dazed mind couldn't understand or even recognize. That pulsing cock slid up and down my anus with more speed, jerking me upward as the force of the inward thrusts increased.

    His hands pressed my aching breasts flat against my chest, then mashed them upward, then down, then from side to side. He squashed them together, rubbing the meaty, cones against each other.

    "Ohhhh babbyyyyy!" he groaned.

    He slammed his cock up into me with brutal force, and held the pressure against me, as if he were trying to shove his prick deeper still. My ankles stung with the added pressure as he jammed his groin against my ass.

    Something inside me clicked, then exploded. My body was racked with jarring eruptions of burning liquid lust that rippled up and down my frame. My asshole clutched and squeezed and tore at the cock inside it, and I heard him grunt in pleasure as he came too.

    I could feel his sperm jetting up into me as my asshole spasmed around him. My head nodded up and down repeatedly as my body shivered with orgasmic passion. His cum was sucked deep into my anus, and up into my bowels as my body shuddered for an endlessly long period, and then collapsed.

    I think I lost consciousness again. I woke to find someone else ass fucking me, and looked around tiredly. The sun was down, thought it wasn't dark yet. I could see Penny, still hanging from the poles across from me. She was hanging upside down though, with a boy in front, and another behind, both sliding their erections into her anus and vagina.

    She wasn't moving, and I think she was unconscious. They didn't seem to care though. They used her as a kind of tool to bring themselves off. She, and I too, for that matter, were nothing more than fuck pieces, fuck tools, holes for the boys to jerk off inside.

    I felt sperm shoot into my anus and then whoever was fucking me moved away. I lost consciousness again.

    When next I woke, I was in my little hut alone. I wandered out and looked around. Wendy was sitting inside the hut next door and I slouched in and dropped to the dirt inside. Wendy was asleep. I groaned as I felt the pain in my body, and that woke Wendy up. She sat up quickly and looked to the doorway, then turned to gaze at me. She smiled happily and crouched closer.

    "Hi," she said.

    "Are you awake yet?" I nodded wordlessly.

    "Good, want to go out and play?" Her voice was higher pitched than I remembered it being, and her face seemed to have lost the shrewdness and intelligence that was there before.

    "Play?" I answered weakly. She nodded her head franticly.

    "We can go down to the beach and play," she smiled.

    "I don't think so."

    "The boys will be up soon and we'll have to work," she whispered, in a conspiratorial voice. "Most of the girls are still asleep, so we can have the beach to ourselves."

    "Forget it," I glared. She looked disappointed, and then shrugged and smiled again.

    "What's the matter with you anyway?" I groaned, sitting up.


    "You're acting weird." She cocked her head in confusion.

    "Why are you talking like that?"

    "Like what?" Her voice was high and chirpy.

    "Like a stupid blonde bimbo." She shrugged again.

    I looked down at the red, blue, and purple bruises and welts on my breasts and chest and groaned.

    "Nice colors," she said, smiling. I glared at her.

    "Maybe you'd like some like them?" She nodded.

    "Fine, go tell the boys to hit you with their belts."

    "Oh I couldn't do that. They only do that when you're bad. You were very bad yesterday," she looked at me sadly.

    "Fuck off," I glared. I ran my hand down between my legs and rubbed my tender pussy. It's soreness indicated that my asshole hadn't been the only hole violated when I was unconscious.

    "Want me to lick you?" she asked brightly. I glanced at her sharply, and she knelt beside me, trying to push her face into my crotch.

    "Go away," I frowned.

    "Annie likes me to lick her down there," she pouted.

    "So go lick her."

    "She's mean to me," she sighed. "She pulls my hair a lot." I wasn't surprised.

    A boy poked his head into the little hut and looked at us. "Outside," he ordered.

    Wendy scampered past me with a sudden giggle and jumped out the doorway. I slowly got to my feet and followed.

    The boy was naked. Apparently they weren't bothering to wear any more clothes than the girls now. He eyed to two of us with an arrogant tilt of his head, then dismissed me and my bruises. He turned to Wendy, who waited with her hands clasped behind her and wide eyes.

    "Get down on your knees and suck my cock," he said. Wendy instantly dropped to her knees and pushed her face into his crotch. She grabbed his cock between her hands and slid her fingers up and down the shaft several times, hardening the prick.

    Then she slid her lips over his cock head and sucked it into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down on it for several minutes, before the guy grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off.

    "Get on your hands and knees," he said, coldly.

    Wendy dropped onto her hands and whirled around, pushing her ass out and up and spreading her legs.

    The guy knelt behind her and drove his prick into her pussy with one fast stroke, that must have hurt her. She didn't show any sign of pain though, and pressed back against him, wiggling her ass from side to side as she cooed softly in pleasure.

    His hands were on her hips and he fucked her rapidly for a minute or two before groaning and pulling out. He slapped her ass sharply and she scampered away and rose to her feet. I just stared at her in shock. I'd never seen Wendy act so subservient in my life. It was like she had lost her mind.

    As the camp woke up I began to see signs of the same thing in the other girls. Some weren't as bad, but some were worse. Carolyn, our brain, was probably the most startlingly changed. She wasn't even speaking in complete sentences anymore, and referred to herself in the third person.

    "Carrie like cocks," she explained to me.

    "Carrie happy when boy fuck her. She feel good."

    "Stop talking like a moron!" I yelled at her in exasperation. She looked hurt.

    "Carrie bad?" she asked.

    "Oh go fuck off," I sighed.

    "Carrie go find masters," she nodded.


    "Carrie go find masters."

    "What do you mean masters?" She didn't reply, simply turned and pranced off.

    My stomach was growling. I hadn't had anything but cum past my lips since yesterday's berries.

    "When's breakfast?" I asked Wendy.

    "Soon now," she said. "You like breakfast. It make… makes you feel good." I looked at her suspiciously.

    I didn't even recognize the slop when it was placed before me. It was some gooey dark mass that looked kind of like a green stew, and had the texture of jello.

    "Eat up." Larry grinned, holding the roughly carved bowl out to me.

    I poked at it with my fingers, but I was so hungry, I couldn't help myself. I held the bowl up to my mouth and started slurping it down. It didn't taste half bad actually. I thought I recognized the taste of those berries I'd eaten, along with coconut, and pineapple, there were some other quite bizarre tastes, that made my eyes water at first, but I didn't know what they were.

    My stomach started to warm up as it filled with food. I started feeling better immediately. When I put the bowl down, I felt filled with energy. My skin felt vibrant and alive, and my senses sharpened.

    Around me, the other girls were eating the same sludge, including Penny. Her boobs were even more black and blue than mine, and I wondered how she could stand the ache those bobbing fleshy balloons must cause whenever she moved.

    Someone, one of the boys, gave me some palm fronds and I started tying and twisting them into a kind of loose blanket, humming happily. I felt strangely, my head was buzzing, and every time I moved it sharply, I got dizzy for a second. I didn't think anything about it though.

    A boy stood beside me suddenly, his cock erect and pressing against my cheek. I turned and opened my mouth to say something and the warm cockhead pressed between my lips. I opened them further, allowing him to stuff the shaft into my mouth, and started working my tongue up and down the length of it.

    I sucked energetically, drawing more of his cock into my mouth. My head was turned way up and soon I felt the cockhead push down into my throat. Seconds later it spewed down it's cum, and I whimpered slightly in disappointment at not being able to really taste it.

    He moved away and I returned to my work. My belly felt hot, and my groin tingled, and kind of tickled annoyingly. I rubbed it absently from time to time, but that only seemed to make it worse.

    Another boy arrived. He pushed Kelly down onto her hands and knees and shoved his penis into her from behind. She whimpered gladly, pushing her ass back against him as he pumped into her. I saw her body shaking and convulsing as she came within seconds.

    He left and she weakly sat up and returned to tying off palm fronds. A few minutes later another boy showed up. I thought I recognized him but couldn't, for some reason, think of his name. I was having difficulty concentrating in fact.

    My crotch was kind of pulsing with every heartbeat, and the annoying itch was really starting to get to me. I watched as the boy pushed Wendy back onto her back and then got on top of her. His cock slid into her and he rutted down on her as she squealed and shook in passion.

    This happened several times. Every few minutes, some guy would come and stick it to one of the girls, interrupting her work briefly. My fingers didn't seem to want to work right any more. They kept missing the loops and the leaves kept falling apart. Every few seconds I had to rub and squeeze the itch in my crotch to bring a brief release.

    Every girl in the little clearing had been fucked at least once since breakfast, except me and Penny. I saw her squirming across from me, and guessed she felt as strange as I did. I was envious of the girls who were being screwed, wondering if a cock inside me would make that strange, nerve racking itch go away.

    We had more of the strange tasting gruel stuff for lunch, and returned to our work in the afternoon. Again, boys kept coming up and fucking the girls, but nobody touched me or Penny. Penny was sobbing slightly, totally confused and bewildered by the aching, pulsing, heat in her groin, a heat that I knew echoed my own.

    I couldn't keep still, and squirmed continuously in the sand. I twisted myself back and forth, trying to bring relief to my lower belly and crotch.

    It seemed, Wendy told me as we waited for dinner, that all the girls had been appointed masters, that is, each girl was "owned" by four boys. They fucked her and fed her and looked after her, and she did whatever they wanted for them. She told me how nice her four "masters" were, though she couldn't, for some reason, think of their names.

    The only exception to this was Annie and Cathy, who fucked all the boys it seemed, and Amy, who belonged to Captain Brown, along with Miss Carter. When I told her that I didn't have any boys, she looked at me with deep sorrow. I was starting to feel sorrow myself. I envied her having all those boys, wild images wound through my head, and they made my loins ache even more fiercely.

    That aching grew after dinner. Each of the girls began to be surrounded by several boys, whose hands and bodies rubbed and stroked her skin. I whimpered slightly, then closed my lips tight in determination. I watched as the girls were reamed and fucked savagely, my eyes misting over sorrowfully.

    When a pair of boys came and got me I all but jumped up to great them. The led me to the center of the camp and had me kneel beside a wide tree trunk. They pressed my back up against the trunk and then tied my wrists together up above me around the tree.

    They tied another vine around my chest, under my breasts, and wound it around me and the tree, locking me tightly against the wood. I was kneeling up as straight as possible as they ordered, worrying about how they were going to fuck me like this.

    They ordered me to spread my legs apart and I did. Then I felt them pulled my ankles back behind the tree, jamming my buttocks against its coolness. I felt vines around my ankles, winding tight and then being pulled taut, drawing my ankles further apart.

    My wrists groaned in pain as more weight was put on them. Then the boys got up and left. I blinked after them, crestfallen and starting to whimper again as I realized they weren't going to do anything else to me.

    I saw them pick up Penny and take her to a similar tree across from me. They tied her in the same manner, then left. Penny and I stared at each other across the camp, our bodies shivering and shaking as the itch between our legs grew stronger and stronger. We couldn't even touch ourselves there anymore, nor even close our legs.

    Gradually the writhing of the other girls and their "masters" died down and they started drifting off to the little huts. They camp got quieter as they fell asleep. I could hear Penny openly sobbing in misery, and it was all I could do to not emulate her. I felt terribly hard done by, and cursed the boys for doing this to me.

    I felt intensely aroused. I guess I'd know that's what I was feeling for a while, but not really understood. I'd never felt this kind of arousal before. My body actually shook from it's pressure. It twisted around in my guts, making me want to cry out, in desperation.

    It was a horrible, deep throbbing in my loins and belly, that grew into an aching cramping need that would not go away or be ignored. An hour, or maybe two later, one of the boys emerged from a hut. He went over into a bush and urinated, then stopped on his way back, as he passed Penny.

    She gurgled in desperation as he leaned down in front of her. His hand moved down her belly and she humped her crotch out and back franticly. Then he stuck a finger against her crotch, almost sending her into convulsions.

    He laughed and stood up, walking away. Penny sobbed in misery as he walked across the clearing towards me. My heart lifted as he approached and I tried to move forward against the rope-like vines. He knelt and slid his hand from my neck down between my breasts and past my belly.

    His hand barely touched my skin, but left a trail of searing heat behind it. I whimpered and pushed out against him as his hand slid lower. Then he stiffened a single finger. He touched the bottom of my cuntslit, sending furious, pounding sexual desire ripping through my belly.

    He slid his finger lightly up the length of my drooling cuntslit, but stopped just shy of the little erect clitty at the top. My body was reeling to the gut wrenching sexual fever tearing through my system as he stood up and laughed at me, then walked away.

    I cried out in sorrow, my body throbbing with desire, my senses on overload, a huge, penultimate orgasm only millimeters away from engulfing me. It hovered for minute after minute, my heart pounding, sweat pouring out of me, then it slowly, slowly retreated.

    Hours later another boy woke up and did much the same. It took me close to an hour to recover that time. My body pounded with sexual fire. My breasts were unbelievably erect. They were both hard as rocks. It was as if the blood swelling them had hardened, frozen inside. Even the slight breeze made me cry out in agony as it slid past my steel hard nipples.

    Dawn came, and the camp slowly began to wake up. Neither I, nor Penny had slept a single second of course. After a while, the Captain and two of the boys came over to me. I was untied briefly. The tied a foot wide stick between my legs so I couldn't close them, and tied my hands behind me, then carried me across to Penny.

    "Do you want to be fucked?" the Captain asked me. I nodded vigorously.

    "Are you sure?"

    "Oh please, please please please please please!" I whined.

    "All right, I'll let both of these boys fuck you if you do as you're told, understand?" I nodded frantically. "See your friend here?" I nodded again. "I want you to lick her pussy. We all know you two are lesbos, and I want to see how you do her."

    I blinked in confusion, then turned toward Penny. The Captain grabbed my hair and pulled my head back.

    "If she cums, you will be tied back against he tree for the rest of the day," he said.

    "But… but," she was so hot a single touch against her clit would set her off. Didn't he know that? Well of course he did, but I wasn't thinking clearly.

    "Go ahead," he said, turning me to face Penny's pussy. It almost glowed with heat. The inside of her legs was coated in girl juices that had dribbled down during the night.

    I pushed my tongue ever so lightly against the hot, sweating skin at the side of her slit. She shivered and sobbed, throwing herself forward, trying to ram herself into my face, but being held back by the vines.

    I gently, softly slid my tongue up alongside her slit, then down again. Penny's teeth were chattering and she grunted mindlessly. I slid my tongue up the other side of her slit, stopping well short of her bulging clitty. I licked up and down her thighs beneath her pubic mound, then moved back up against her cunt again. I slid my tongue alongside her slit and then up against her abdomen.

    Penny moaned and threw herself against the bonds again and again. Her breath was a high pitched whistle as she fought for breath, through clenched teeth. My tongue roamed over her body, lightly crossing her breasts and then licking up the tears that were streaming down her cheeks.

    Penny's head was rocking back and forth so hard she was in danger of breaking her neck. Her breathing had all but stopped, and her body trembled and shuddered against my tongue.

    "Enough," the Captain said.

    I gasped in pleasure as he pulled me away, expecting to be screwed. Instead I was led back to my tree and retied to it. I sobbed loudly in despair. It was almost an hour before I could bring myself to stop.

    Wendy came over and fed me a bowl of food, ignoring my little pleadings for her to touch me, to fondle me. She looked very regretful when she eyed my straining breasts, but I guess she'd been threatened with something dreadful if she did anything.

    An hour after that, they untied Penny and brought her over to me. They told her much the same as they'd told me and Penny eagerly went to work on me.

    Her tongue was a dancing firefly against my skin, burning hot and deep. She did as I had done, sliding her tongue as lightly as possible over my body and between my legs, avoiding the deepest center of my being, which was now centered around my clitty.

    I howled and sobbed and cried and whined, flinging myself against the vines, rocking back and forth, trembling and shaking in the grip of a feverish delirious passion that would not be fulfilled.

    My body burned at a desperate terrible temperature. I was nearly crazed with lust, in a mad frenzy as my head smacked back against the tree trunk again and again. I wasn't even aware when they took Penny away.

    Hours later she was back, not in front of me, but in the center of the little camp, not twenty yards away. Captain Brown and Miss Carter stood in front of her, while several boys stood behind.

    I could hardly even interpret what was being said and done anymore, but I saw Penny flatten herself face down on the ground and then wriggle forward toward the Captain. It must have been hard with her legs held open and her hands tied behind her, but she was desperate and nearly mad.

    She reached his feet and began tonguing him. Her mouth raced over his ankles and between his toes, licking up and down all over his feet. He looked down at her contemptuously, that long, massive prick hanging almost to his knees, then lifted his foot and placed his sole against her face. She started licking it and he shoved her backward.

    She fell on her back and looked up at him, shivering and blinking wildly. He nodded to one of boys who lifted her and placed her on her hands and knees. Then he knelt behind her and drove his erection far up into her belly.

    Penny screamed. It was a long, breathless, ecstatic shriek of release that boiled my blood. Her body bucked and twisted like a horse trying to throw a rider, then she collapsed, dead unconscious. The boy finished fucking her and stood up.

    I whimpered in anticipation as the group came over to me. One of the boys untied me and then retied me as before. The Captain grinned down at me as I knelt in front of him.

    "Have you been a good little girl?"

    "Yes, yes!" I gasped.

    "You'll have to show me," he sneered. I tried to reach his feet but he moved away, calling Annie over. Annie lay on her back on the grass in front of me and spread her legs wide.

    "Lick her out lesbian," he sneered. "Make her cum." I dropped forward, and pressed my face against her crotch. It was very awkward. My hands and legs were still tied and I had to lie flat on the ground. I had difficulty holding my head up to get my tongue at her.

    I could see Annie's disgusted sneer, but ignored it. It didn't seem to matter to me what she thought, or that everyone was watching. I knew there was something wrong with me for that, but couldn't think about it. All I wanted was an end to the terrible pulsing fire between my legs.

    My tongue rasped against her clitty over and over, as my lips sucked on it, and tried to grind it into orgasm. Annie, I think, was determined to withstand my ministering as long as possible, just to drag it out for me. My neck was aching with strain, from my awkward position.

    Then Annie shuddered all over. Her feet flopped once in the dirt, and she sighed happily. I knew she had cum. She tried to pretend otherwise though, to the irritation of the Captain. He kicked her in the side, and she yelped and quickly rolled away.

    The Captain had Miss Carter lie down then. She looked reluctant, but a single look from the Captain had her scrambling down on her behind, and spreading her legs wide for me. Her pussy was tight for a woman her age, I thought. Not that she was old. I figure she was about thirty, but that was plenty old for me.

    She was hot very quick though. I wondered if she'd ever been tongued off by one of her students before. Then she came with a silent shuddering groan, and rolled away. Kelly lay down then, and I had to tongue her red haired pussy to orgasm.

    Fortunately, she got hot immediately. Her pussy was practically dribbling cum juice as I worked my tongue along her slit. She came within minutes. Her sister took only slightly longer. Wendy grinned happily, and mindlessly at me as I tongued her off.

    Heather and Cathy looked faintly embarrassed, but both came with crashing orgasms. Amy came almost as soon as my tongue touched her clit, and Carolyn hardly seemed conscious. She came only after I almost wore my tongue out on her.

    After her, I was pulled to my knees and forced to suck off Tony. Larry came after him, and then a boy who's name I didn't know, and then Tad, and then another boy I didn't know. I had to suck off every boy in camp, and my lips and tongue was feeling ready to drop off after less than half were done.

    Only the desperation in my belly drove me on. I had to do what they wanted so it would end. After every cum, the boy would slide his hand gently along the curving bulge of my breasts, or down under my body, to cup my pussy mound lightly. I was going mad with the furious, blazing ache down there.

    It took time, but eventually I went through every boy there. Then the Captain stood in front of me. I looked up at that horrible cock and a shudder ran through me. His lips were pulled back tight in a horrible grinning leer. He held his enormous prick in his right hand, sliding his fingers up and down the long shaft.

    But he didn't make me suck it thank God. He tore off the vines on my ankles, and then threw me to my back. Then he sat down beside me, sliding his hands up and down my belly while leering meanly.

    "Want it baby?"

    "Want this little dyke girl?" he giggled. I whined in anticipation, and he lay back on the ground.

    "Well, climb aboard then. Let's see how far that tight little queer hole of yours will spread."

    I scrambled over and rose to my knees, positioning myself above him. His prong must have risen a foot off the ground. I couldn't kneel over him as he held it upright, for the cockhead was too high. I had to squat, feet flat on the ground, ass raised, and lower myself onto that fat knob.

    I shuddered as I felt my stretching, drooling fuck hole make contact with the humongous fat cockhead. I pressed down hard, bringing tears of joy to my eyes as I felt the pressure against my twat. I jammed my body downward, heedless of the pain.

    I wanted that cock inside me! I didn't care what it hurt. I had to have that monster up in my belly when I came. I could feel that hot deep center shaking and trembling as his cockknob pressed against my clitty, and I knew I wasn't long for this world.

    I spread my legs apart, dropping my crotch downward, stretching my pussy lips taut, enveloping his mammoth organ, taking its swollen bulk up into my belly. My cunt screamed with pain as it was reamed and stuffed with male meat.

    Nothing like that had ever gone into me before, and in normal circumstances, it would probably never fit. Now, however, my cunt was so hot, so wet, and so ready that it slid down effortlessly around his rounded cockshaft. My body dropped quickly, and the huge prick moved up into my belly, impaling me.

    "OH MY GOD!!!" I screamed.

    It was a hard burning spear slamming up into my guts. No matter how mindlessly excited I was, my body wasn't ready for such a monstrous invader. I couldn't stop myself though. I had to take it all inside me. I had to. I slid lower, and lower, letting the pain mount, grunting and hacking out my breath as my crotch moved down and finally touched his belly.

    His cockhead was cramming against something inside me, shoving it aside, pressing deeper. I wondered if I'd die from this, but didn't care. Then I came. My heels dropped out from under me, and my body dropped flat on his. His monstrous prick spearing all the way up into my belly as I spasmed and spasmed around it.

    I sat there on his cock, my ass cheeks burning against his thighs, my guts sizzling and bubbling with boiling fire, white lightning sparking back and forth between my obscenely swollen titties. I came and came and came.

    His cock was like a white hot poker up inside my belly. It burned and a melted my insides, seared through my body to the very core. I couldn't move, couldn't talk, couldn't think.

    My body twisted and rocked to horrifying twitching, trembling, shaking, convulsions. MY guts heaved and churned. I grunted like an animal, loud, repeated mindless sounds of sheer instinctive release. All thought driven from my mind by the unrelenting tidal wave of orgasmic power.

    Never before or since, would my body scream like it did then. Every fibre and nerve ending shrieked and popped and spasmed as I flew though the long, violent seizure.

    Then I simply fell forward against him, dropping unconscious on his chest.


    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.


    "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.


    "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!"


    "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 Captain as he dropped atop me and stuffed his cock down my pussy slit.


    I was sound asleep when Wendy woke me up that night.

    "Pssst, Meghan!" she whispered.


    "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."


    "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."


    "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. That's another story though.

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