The Island Ch. 02
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There I was in heels, pink bra, matching panties and stockings. They made me bark like a dog but instead of arf I was barking something that sounded like 'cock.' I know it sounds real stupid but those men just loved it. They laughed and then would spank my ass as I crawled by them.
Last night they went even further. Sir Andrew (oops now I'm calling them by the names I use every day) fucked my ass and filled it with cum. When he was through he let his cock soften a bit and as he said, "I'm going to take a leak honey. Don't you feel special?"
And boy did he ever. My tummy started to distend or at least it felt that way. And although they had done this before and made me walk around with it in me holding it for hours, tonight when he pulled out he pushed a butt plug in me that had fur from a boa in my closet.
"Now the bitch has a tail," Sir Andrew chimed, "Start barking bitch." With that he slapped my ass hard several times and everyone laughed as I barked 'cock' and crawled around on all fours.
It was amazing how quickly they descended down a path of sadistic behaviour. It was like "Lord of the Flies," but the boys had grown up on this island and they had turned one of the boys, me, into their whore girl.
If anyone away from here ever reads this I am sure they'll wonder why I didn't run away. But there was no where to run. Once you have tan lines and small breasts so much of your will is broken there is no where to run.
And now, only this morning I heard everyone making a ruckus and went out to see what was happening. They were running down to the beach. Out in the distance there was a ship passing by. I was so excited. I would be going home and getting to be myself again.
The men lit their signal fire and waved. I jumped up and down in my little pink cotton skirt and pink blouse with matching ribbon holding my hair in a pony tail. I had just begun to go through that period thing again with the tampons in my ass (I mean pussy) and soon I would be using the feminine pad the book had mentioned and now while my nails and lips were pink, soon I'd have to t change them to red and my lipstick too. I also wore a pair of pink socks with a little white band and pink Keds. I tried to think if any of the girls I had known had ever worn anything like this but I couldn't recall any girl I knew looking as girly as I did right now as I jumped up and down. I think I looked like a human cotton candy.
For over an hour we watched the ship move across our horizon seeming to come closer to shore but in the end it disappeared and our fire went out.
I walked back into the cabin realizing this was a paradise for everyone but me. Crying, I went to my room and lay on the bed face down. All I could think was I didn't want to be a girl. Why couldn't I just stand up for myself? Why wouldn't I just let them beat me or kill me instead of this? And as I cried I wondered why a man would cry? Why didn't I just get mad? I was crying like a girl.
John came by my room and heard me crying he said, "Oh, its ok to be a pussy Lauren. Why don't you just take some time for yourself and read some more of the Rules." He started to close the door and his last words were, "come outside later work on your tan. I think it's starting to fade.
I lay there on the bed thinking about John instructing me to go lie in the sun and I decided to tell Sir Bob I wasn't going to be this girl anymore. So, I got up, went to the door and opened it. Walking stridently I barely got 10 feet when Bob was right there in front of my face. Actually he's a lot taller then me so it was his chest in my face.
"Where are you going young lady," Bob asked quite sternly?
"I'm not going to be a girl anymore," I managed to say so meekly, my voice now higher; that I nearly squeaked. I knew it sounded like a girl complaining.
SMACK! Bobs hand went right across my face. I spun partly around hit the wall and fell down. "Now WHAT did you say pussy," Bob calmly asked?
Lying there on the floor looking up at Bob I didn't say or do anything. The next moment Bob had leaned down, grabbed my wrist pulling me up precariously, my feet wobbling and his strength the only thing keeping me from falling he continued, "Now, you're wearing a skirt, a pink pussy blouse around you have tits.. You almost always have cum on you and most days you smell like a piss pot. And, you think you are not a girl? Well, you'd better be a girl right now because if you're a fag I'll beat the shit out of you. What are you a girl or a faggot?" And with that his other hand grabbed my hair and his face leaned in to hear my answer.
Like a rag doll I didn't get my balance. I was shaking inside, a primordial fear of the alpha male. "I'm, I'm a"
"Yes, go on," Bob said as his grip tightened on my hair.
"I'm a girl," I heard myself say in the tone of defeat and subjugation.
"Good, so act like a girl and fix yourself. Put on some fresh lipstick and brush some make-up over your red cheek."
And with that Bob pushed me into my room letting me fall back against the bed and left.
There was no time to cry. I went to my vanity table. Saw his red mark on my face. His finger marks were still showing. I took out some base and rubbed it in and soon the only way you would know I was slapped was if you asked me. Looking at myself I saw my two little A cup titties poking so gently against the pink blouse. I looked like a girl. And the way I cried nowadays I'm not even sure I could act like a man anymore. No matter how much I wanted to be I had been trained like a Pavlovian dog.
Just then I heard commotion again outside and hoping it was the ship that had the men buzzing I rushed out to be rescued. But instead I saw Andrew and John with a large white Labrador. They were saying, "Good boy sit."
Bill was walking up towards the cabin and I called out, "Where did the dog come from," Sir Bill?
Mockingly Bill replied, "Same place you came from bitch a ship. That damn ship we saw just an hour ago. Guess the fucking dog somehow jumped ship and now he is here."
Bill was just plain mean. When he fucked me he'd do nasty things. Sometimes he'd spit in my mouth or make me clean his cock after it came out of me. The other men would do stuff too but Bill and Tom were the meanest. And they liked to double up on me.
You may remember Bill was the one who first made me carry his poop to the ocean.
Once when Tom was pumping my pussy and Bill has his cock in my mouth the following happened. I had my ass in the air and my head on the floor with Bill almost sitting on my face as he fucked my mouth hard.
Just before Bill was about to cum, he pulled out of my mouth and squirted his cum up both my nostrils.
"I don't want to see any cum shoot out," he said as he reinserted his cock in my mouth.
Tom started cuming in my pussy. Bill started peeing in my mouth and I had to snort his cum up through my nose into my throat and swallow it with his pee. What else could I do?
"Good girl," Sir Bill said as he patted my head.
That night after the ship had passed Bill and Tom would sink to a new low. As you know I had to curtsey when thanking any of the men. It was a curtsy where I held the hem of my skirt up from the front showing my panties or pussy as I curtsied while saying thank you.
So, after dinner, before I had taken my skirt off I was curtsying and thanking the men for letting me cook them dinner, clean up etc when the White Labrador walked over to me and put his nose in my crotch and started pushing it around.
I started to push him away when Bill said, "Stop that Lauren. Hold your skirt up and let the male dog smell a bitch. He's had a rough day and a little pussy will help make him happy."
Although I murmured an objection a stern look made me stop and let the Lab sniff my crotch as I stood there holding up my skirt.
"Lauren, just taken the fucking skirt and blouse off Now," Sir ordered. "And get down on all fours."
So there I was on all fours in my bra, panties, stockings and necklace with the Lab sniffing my ass when Tom said, "I think Rover has to go out to do his business. Now bitch, I want you to follow him out. If he takes a leak you are to go and smell it and squat and pee there.
Tears fell from my cheek as I crawled outside behind the Lab. He peed on a different tree and I had to go over to it, smell his pee and then squat and pee myself. Some of the Lab's pee was on the ground and when I squatted it wet my knee.
Once we got back into the cabin Tom instructed me to sniff the dogs butt and keep my mouth open as I crawled around. I was supposed to show interest in the Lab since he was a male and I was a bitch.
Tom slapped my ass hard a couple of times to remind me of my place. Before long the Lab was licking my face and his tongue went into my mouth. He seemed to like the lipstick. Then before the Lab went behind me Bill pulled my panties down and put something on my ass crack.
The Lab started licking my ass crack and Bill said, "Looks like the Lab likes to lick pussy."
With that Bill pulled me to his cock and started to fuck my mouth as the Lab lapped his wet tongue all over my 'pussy' Then the Lab tried to mount me but couldn't so he rubbed his cock in my crack and after awhile the Lab came all over my crack. It was more liquidity that the men. And, his cock was larger with at thick part the men called, 'his knob.'
Later, after all those who wanted to cum had, I was told to pull up and panties and crawl to my bed. So, I crawled to my room with the Lab's cum in my crack and everyone else's in my face and hair.
I cried myself to sleep as I lay all used since I couldn't clean up till the next morning in the ocean.
So, now I've just cleaned up and am back in my room getting ready for another day with the men and 'ugh' the Lab. My makeup is done and I'm in my bra and panties pulling up my white stay-up stockings. Before long I'm dressed and ready for the day.
"What do you think of margaritas Stacy?" she asked a moment later.
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