The Island Ch. 02
Keywords: Island, Ch., The, 02,
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"(Authoress Comment: All disclaimers to all my writings hold true here. If you think it was you or any character reminds you of someone then I hope it's with fond memories but it isn't about them but maybe me.
To all of those who wished I would finish the Island here it is. I stopped writing this because I had some nasty comments about the scat. So, don't read it if XXX bothers you because this finale goes, 'all the way.')"
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Over a month had passed and during this time the men had done all sorts of things to me. I'll bring you up-to-date.
Right from the first day on the beach I was made to put suntan oil on. I had never done that before because I had always been told the ultraviolet rays are bad for you so I hardly ever went to the beach. Going on the boat was the exception to the rule. So I was as white as a ghost. But, after a week I was all girly tanned. They said to wear this one bikini which would give me the right look. It had a bra which tied around the neck and the bikini part was not a thong nor was it panty shaped. Actually it came up on my ass leaving a very distinct white against tan they said made my butt look even more feminine. And of course the ring made an O on my sides. It was similar to the one I mentioned before but this one kept my clitette (as Sir Bill called it and everyone else liked the name except me.) in. I cried the day they made me show all five of them my tan lines. The front was a typical V shape crotch. So when I took the bathing suit off, my little breasts were distinct and there were white lines from the string around my neck and the little metal O piece that held the front of the bra together. (Interestingly my breasts haven't gotten any bigger although my waist is smaller.)
Well, I'm hardly allowed to eat anything. While they are having a steak from the cooler when we first arrived I had to eat fish and some fruit we found on the island. Later they would share the fish with me but my portions were small and all my food was controlled. At first I was always hungry but after a week or two my stomach shrank and I got full real easy.
As I said after I had tanned, about 10 days after we arrived, my penis had diminished to about 2 inches. But, so had my sac, it had shrunk as well and was very tight unlike some of the porno films I had seen what they called 'transgendered.' In those films most of them had pretty big penis and the sac sagged (guess from the hormones). I felt even more inadequate when I remembered having seen those films at the peep shows (before this whole thing happened.)
And then John (I only have to call them Sir when I talking to them. They'll never read my diary. Would they?) told the other men one night, right in front of me, "Forget the girl shit, she's a great piece of ass with the best cunt mouth I've ever known. I almost don't give a damn if we are rescued. I've never gotten so many blowjobs if you add all of them I had before we wrecked here. And, I don't have to chit chat with her. Fantastic!" And with that he pushed me to my knees and fucked my mouth until he shot his load. This time he came back in my throat. It was garglely on my tonsils and I had to cough it up so I could show him his cum load and smile when he gave me permission to put it in my tummy.
One day at the beach, during my tanning phase, they buried me under a coconut tree in the sand with my arms down. The sand came up between my navel and my breasts. The last half they used wet sand so I couldn't move and they removed my bra. So there I was with my nipples just above the sand. Then during the whole afternoon they'd either jerk off on me or pee on me. I can't tell you how sickening I felt especially their pee aroma. Both the helplessness and the degradation made me cry later on when I was in my room.
Every time I made the smallest mistake or wasn't perfectly feminine I was spanked or paddled. I had gotten pretty good at walking in heels and swaying my ass but Bob spanked me over his knee for what seemed like fifty whacks for not holding my wrist in a most feminine manner.
He said, "Look we're not looking for any fag type of behavior. You are a woman and you'll act like one or else."
When he spanked me I flailed my legs and as then he put his arm across my legs to hold them down as he laughed and complimented my feminine response.
Everyday, I had to clean up the cabin, wash their clothes (what little they wore: usually only a tee shirt). Then I'd make their beds, cook their meals, wash the dishes and be the slut whore. I wanted to be me again, a guy, but there wasn't anyway out. The "Rules" were exact and there left no room for not following them. And the book on "How to be a Perfect Woman" was my bedside reading material. Bob had found both a copy of 'Playgirl' and an old 'Cosmopolitan' and gave them to me for 'blond brain food.' He would get real upset if I didn't bring the 'Playgirl' to the beach with me and look at the pictures of naked men.
Although I was never happy with this girl thing, I had learned from spankings, humiliation and subjugation how to suck cum out of a man with a smile on my face. I would walk around with my hole filled with either their cum or their pee and sometimes both. And always, I would squeeze it in so it wouldn't leak and then I would be punished.
Girly exercise was required in the book, "How to be a Perfect Woman." There were stretching exercises, and tips on how to eat with you pinky out. (I got a good spanking once for putting too much on my fork and not being dainty.)
And then about two weeks ago I was lying on my chartreuse beach towel in a matching bikini which had the same cut and brass circles as the other bikini I wore to be my tan lines. All the bikinis were the same so my tan lines were perfect. Oh, yes, I had learned to be sure the bathing suit was on the same each time.
Once while I was tanning with my eyes shut, just enjoying the sun, Tom started peeing on my crotch. I had to open my eyes, smile and say "Thank you Sir Tom," while inside I was mortified and outside my pussy was wet with his warm pee.
Oh, I forgot to tell you. After a week or so when my 'penis' had shrunk to something so small it could only be called a 'clitette', all my panties and bikinis where taken and exchanged. Instead of a hole with it sticking out I was given panties that had some sort of pliant crotch material and told to always put my 'clitette,' down and mold the crotch so the men wouldn't see my 'clitette'. This was even more humiliating since now I really appeared a girl to them.
Bob was the most demanding about this. He said, "Now you are a cunt and from now on there won't be an a-pussy etc. This shows you've graduated for Home Economics 101 to Cock Sucker 505."
If I didn't get it just right he would paddle my ass till I whimpered, "Sir, I can do it, please let me fix my pussy."
These panties held my 'clitette' down and I had an accident one week when Sir was watching me. Sometimes I had accidents when they were using me and I was afraid to ask to go out.
Bob said, "hey your little pee hole cunt now is in the right place."
He so liked this idea he started making me wear the panties nearly all the time and when I was allowed to squat to take a pee outside it would tinkle through my panties just like some of there pee movies with girls in them. The men would come out and watch me pee and laugh as I squatted peeing through my panties.
Sir had showed me a spot next to a tree just outside the cabin. He said this would be my toilet when I was allowed to go. The place was completely visible from the open door. It got to the point where
Tom instructed me to leave the door open whenever I went out to "do my business."
Besides being completely humiliated when I was peeing or pooping because the men had the doors open and loved watching me I also felt like a woman when I squatting. Sometimes when they shouted things at me like, "way to go girl," Often when the said these things I would become so embarrassed I couldn't go. And of course I wouldn't be given permission later and this would lead to me having an 'accident.'
Another problem with my 'toilet' place was the men often peed on the tree and I would have to squat with my feet in their pee. More than once I lost my balance and found my ass soaking wet with 'man pee.'
I had to clean the spot everyday of my poopy. Many times there was more than just my poopy on the ground. That was the most disgusting thing when I would have to carry it in my hands down to the ocean.
There were some other disgusting things the men made me do with their poop. I don't feel like elaborating but everything I wrote down in the first part of The Island happened. The worst was having Sir Tom would push one of his logs in my ass and made me keep it there for over an hour.
But as I said earlier, the men were getting stranger as the weeks went on. I'll give you an example that happened just two nights ago. It was after dinner and after I had cleaned the dishes and put them away.
The men were sitting around drinking when Sir called me over for the 'evening activities' as he called them. By this time their favorite outfit was for me to be in heels, panties, bra, and stockings. Of course the gold chain saying, "TOILET' hung around my neck.
Oh, I forgot to tell you, one night, soon after we arrived, I was held down and both my ears were pierced and moderate gold studs (they each had two balls on them) were insert in my ear lobes. A matching orb is now on my tongue. Yes, they pierced my tongue. Where they got the jewelry I don't' know but then again they would have many things like the magazines, panties, buttery nipple drinks. Where they came from I was never told.
So this one tonight after I had sucked Bill's 'cum vitamin' as usual (he called it a "liquid calcium supplement every girl needs to keep her bones strong.") he said for me to "get down on the floor on all fours because I was a bitch and the only bitch he knew were dogs.
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Keywords: Island, Ch., The, 02,