Unknown - Island of terror

Something had happened to me that made the feeling of a cock into something that drove all thought but lust from my brain. I'd been no virgin before, but now I was a fucking nymphomaniac. I like crazy as Larry plugged me, and then came again, and then again.

How could I be worried about anything when I was having so much fun? Who cared about whether we'd ever get rescued or not? Who cared if the boys were bullies, and treated us like dirt? All I wanted was to be fucked and fucked and fucked.

I felt a little sorry for Heather, on her knees a few feet away. Steve was a real nasty bastard, and he wasn't letting up any on account of Heather being small and submissive. He had a good sized prick, and it was rock-hard.

He was slamming it into Heather's asshole with a brutality that must have hurt her. From the look on his face, a kind of arrogant, cruel meanness, he was hoping he was. He had his big hands almost completely around Heather's tiny waist as he pounded his loins against her tiny round buttocks.

I could see them being mashed and flattened with each tremendous crashing lung of his broad powerful hips against her. His round cock slammed down her rectum with furious speed and force, driving balls deep into her gut on each downstroke.

Only his hold on her waist kept his strokes from throwing her forward into the grass. His belly and hips cracked against her with a resounding slap and thump as his purple headed prick plunged up and down her hole.

He knew that the hardest part for her was getting her asshole open around his cockhead, so he kept pulling his prick completely out of her. He'd rub it against her ass cheeks for a few seconds, then poise it at the entrance to her rectum and lunge forward, spearing the poor girl with awesome force.

I was sure he was going to kill her if he kept it up, and from the look on Heather's face, she did too. But finally, just as Larry was finishing with me, Steve slammed fully into her and held it there. His hands slid over her belly, jerking her back up against him. He groaned over her shoulder as he pressed his hands into her titties, and his cock blew it's wad up inside her.

Heather could hardly walk after that, her asshole was killing her, and bleeding slightly. Larry got so mad at her slowing us down on the way home that he grabbed a thin switch off the ground and walked behind her, smacking her buttocks whenever she slowed. By the time we got back to camp her buttocks were a blazing mass of red welts and cuts.

When we got back to camp we found the girls all gathered together dancing. It wasn't the kind of dancing you'd see at a disco or anything. Annie was teaching them all to do sensuous erotic dances, swinging their hips back and forth, weaving and turning to a pounding drumbeat.

One of the boys, I think he was Annie's master, was beating on a hollow log as he watched the dancing. He had a hardon, so I guess the lessons were going well. Me and Heather had to join the dancing, it was mandatory apparently, the boys having liked Annie's performance the other night so much.

I didn't think much of it, but then nobody asked me. Some of the guys gathered around as we all swayed and rolled to the drumming. They weren't helpful, calling out obscene insults to us as we practised, and making threats as to what would happen if we didn't get it right.

Annie had one of those switches, and she walked around examining everybody's dancing, and whipping them if they weren't being energetic enough. It seemed to me that it didn't much matter how good the girls were, Annie would slap them anyway.

Wendy, for instance, being pretty athletic, was probably one of the best of us. Her body swung and rolled, twisted and writhed. She shook her hips and chest in opposite directions in a snake like manner that I thought was better than Annie's own dancing, maybe Annie did too, but she stood beside the blonde girl, shouting insults anyway.

She kept whipping the long thin stick down on Wendy's back and buttocks, cursing her as a worthless whore. There wasn't much Wendy could do either. We'd already learned that Annie was a kind of teacher's pet. She was often permitted to discipline girls who'd broken some minor rule or other.

We all loathed her of course. Even Cathy was beginning to despise her erstwhile friend. Annie always carried the whip and liked to use it, even on Cathy. Aside from Wendy and Penny, in fact, Cathy was fast becoming her favorite target.

Annie moved over to Penny, who was awkwardly trying to shake her chest from side to side without losing her balance. Annie brought the whip crashing down across Penny's bouncing breasts, drawing a squeal of pain.

"It's not my fault," Penny wailed.

"Oh really," Annie purred. "You always thought those big cow tits of yours were so great before," she brought the stick down on them again.

"Maybe we should cut them off," Annie glared. She couldn't of course. The boys liked them too much. Then a nasty grin came to her face.

"I know what we can do to help you," she leered. She went over to one of the huts and returned with some of the long vines the boys used for rope. Penny had to bend forward, letting her fat tits hang down below her.

Annie wrapped the vines around the round fleshy bags, pulling tight as Penny winced and grit her teeth. When she stood up straight again, her tits were squeezed into round, hard balls that stood straight out on her chest like mushrooms growing sideways on a hill.

The vines dug deep into her flesh, narrowing her breasts to a few inches width near her chest, then squeezing and swelling the meat out in their fleshy skin bags. They were so taut and hard now that Penny could jump up and down without them moving at all. They must probably hurt like hell though.

That night we all did our stupid dances, and the boy voted on who was best and who was worst. The worst was Carolyn, who had always been kind of awkward and soft physically despite her intelligence.

The boys decided that her problem was, she didn't keep her ass stuck out enough, and her head up and back. They stuck a curved stick in her asshole and tied a vine to the protruding end. The other end of the vine was tied to her hair, thus pulling her head way back.

She had to walk around like that the rest of the night, with her head tilted up at the stars and her ass pulled outward.

The best was Wendy, which pissed Annie off. Wendy was rewarded by getting fucked by the Captain. All of us oooohed and aaahhhed at that. The Captain's fucks were something to remember, even if they hurt like hell and made you a mindless dolt for hours afterward.

Miss Carter, and the twins looked kind of relieved, as if hoping Wendy would drain off some of the Captain's energy before they all went to bed for the night.

Wendy, in fact, obviously considered this a mixed blessing. Her reluctance was noted by the boys, with much jeering and hooting.

The Captain grinned, standing up and skinning his hand up and down his long, massive cockpole. Wendy swallowed nervously, standing up and tremulously approaching Captain Brown.

"Well, now," he leered. "How shall we have it boys?" he stroked his hands over her firm, flat belly.

"Doggie style maybe?"

"Have the bitch on top," one boy suggested.

"Fuck her in the ass," another said.

"Just spread her legs and screw her silly Sir."

"Shove her ankles up by her ears!"

"Yeah!"

"No, no. I'm too tired for this. I'm just an old man," he laughed. He sat back down, then lay down flat.

"Come on pussy, sit on it," he sneered.

There was a ripple of laughter from the boys, and Annie, and Wendy resignedly knelt over him, positioning her crotch above his hard log of a cock.

It was kind of amazing to watch her kneeling there, legs apart, and see that humongous prick standing up straight from the Captain's crotch. You could see just how far up inside her that thing was going to have to go for his balls to be hugged by her buttocks.