Unknown - Island of terror

"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."