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Subject: MNA: Island of Terror (mf ff mc nc sm bd pd) 02/04
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[BEGIN]
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 fulfilment. 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 sightly, 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.

               *******************************
                      Part Three

     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. Lets 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 s 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.
     "What!?"
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 musclebound 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 langauge 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.
     "Tad?"
     "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 Gods 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 were'nt 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 were'nt 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.

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                       Part Four

     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 grinded 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 millimetres 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 boys 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 rapeathon, or whatever it was, went on for hours.

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                      Part Five

     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
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