Unknown - Island of terror

"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 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.

"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.