There exists, in the far past, an island dedicated to the Greek god of lust, Eros. It is quite large, with several different compounds, each dedicated to different kinds of lust.

The purpose of this island was apparently to experiment with sex and sexual crime. The idea was that there was a finite amount of lust and sexual want in this world, and that, by creating a compound that drew much of the lust in the world toward it, they could make the world a better place. The following diary is the diary of Theseus, as far as our accounts go, a youth of around eighteen, one of the people placed on the island in the "child-lust" area, a place that hoped to draw all of the worlds pedophilia toward it. The names, which have sometimes been rubbed off or made illegible, have been replaced with easier ones for sake of reading.

Day 1

I am totally naked, stripped of all possessions, even my clothes. But I am not unhappy.

The priests of Eros have set me on this island for the crimes I have done against little girls. They said, on the boat here, that it would be a depraved, corrupt place, blackened with the misdeeds of the others who had been on this island as well. I see none of it. As I sit here on the sandy beach, seagulls flying above me, the waves lapping at my feet, I see this as an Elysian island. A bit further along the beach, away from the pier, a young white girl is giving a handjob to a man much older than she and seems quite impassioned in it. Nor do any of the people walking by seem to have any issue with it.

I was observing this, my cock growing quite hard, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turn around, and immediately see a girl of the type that got me imprisoned on this island. She is around seven, and Eastern, with small, Oriental eyes, flowing black hair, and a slim, delicate looking body. One of her hands is holding up a white cloth that covers her from her waist down to her ankles, but it is sagging and I can see her hips and nearly her pussy. Above that, she is totally nude, both nipples stiff in the sea air.

I instinctively lean forward and pinch one of her nipples between my fingers, rolling it a bit. I wondered if she would scream and run, or be afraid. Her reaction surprised me. She slapped me away with one hand, giggling. "Now is not the time for that, I'm afraid..." she trailed off, as if encouraging me to set a time. Her eyes twinkled mischievously, and she took my hand.

She led me in a tour of the island, little of which I remember now. I recall that it was walled on two sides by tall, marble walls, so that we did not have the entire island to explore, only what seemed like a third of it. Further inland, on the bright green grass that seems to grow abundantly here, there are many houses, also made out of fine white marble. These houses have basic amnesties, such as a pump, a bed, and a table.

Further inland, quite close to where the two walls meet, there are two larger marble buildings. The first is a temple, dedicated to the god Eros, with a huge statue of him inside. In front of the statue there is a pool of water, clear and pure. The other building is a long hall, not very tall. It consists of many rooms, each made private by a cloth. Some of the rooms were large, some were small. In some, there were interesting implements, possibly for sexual use.

Between these two buildings there was a clearing with a large white pedestal, around ten feet in diameter. Apparently, it was a place to auction slaves, although what people bid with, I did not know.

By the time we were done, my cock was quite hard. The little girl led me to a house facing the sea, and brought me into the bedroom. The sun was nearly setting, Helios having almost completed his trip. However, we were not in the dark, as torches everywhere were lit to compensate for the lack of sunlight. The little girl turned to me, and caught sight of my cock.

She walked over and put a hand on it, the other still holding onto her cloth. "My name is Sasha, and I will be your personal slave, and attend to your every need, if you are willing to accept me. You are free to use any other slave on the island, including the ones not bonded to a master, but your personal slave should be the one closest to you. If you accept me, you can still change me for someone else if you like, but then I will go back to being an unbonded slave..." Here, she gave me such a begging look that I accepted there and then.

With a happy squeal, she let her toga drop. Her legs were just as slim as I imagined them to be, and her most private part was small but juicy. She kneeled before me, and smiled. Her face was so close to my cock that I could feel her breath on it. "Now I can use both hands..."

And she did. Taking both hands, she put them on my stiff dick and moved up and down slowly, then quicker. As she pumped my cock up and down rapidly, she wrapped her lips around the very tip, letting her warm saliva trickle down the hard shaft. When my cock was well and wet, she stood up, and laid down on her back on the stone bed. She opened her legs invitingly, and brought both hands to her breasts, and played with them. "You'll have to excuse me if I'm a bit tight, master. You are my first true master, and no one uses unbonded slaves nowadays."

My cock was rock hard, and six inches long now. This tiny Asian girl, who claimed she had not had much practice before, was inviting me directly in. "Are you sure?" I asked. "This could hurt you very badly, and I do not want my slave hurt." She giggled.

"Oh master, the more it hurts, the better it feels, I've heard people say. I am your slave, hurt me as you wish. My only true desire is to see you happy." Satisfied with that answer, I took my wet cock, and thrust it into her moist pussy. She gasped as my first push nearly went up around four inches, but still left a good amount outside. Biting back tears, but smiling at the same time, she asked, "Why did you stop, master? Have you had your satisfaction being only so shallow in my pussy?"

Thankful that she was like this, and not the other girls who had screamed and squirmed, I thrust even deeper. When there was about 2/3 of an inch left outside her pussy, I felt that it would be unwise to continue further. "Dear Sasha," I said, leaning in close and kissing her on the lips, "I am afraid to hurt you any further. Perhaps I should just stop and go this deep."

She felt otherwise. "No", she groaned, obviously in pain. "I will not let it be said I could not take all of my masters shaft inside me!" Propping herself up delicately on her elbows, she used the extra leverage to force the rest of me into her. As her ass cheeks slapped on my lower thighs, Sasha let out a scream, and collapsed. I was barely able to catch her and run my hands through her soft, black hair before her head hit the ground. "Sasha," I whispered, cradling her close, "I love you so much, but I cannot bear to see you in such pain. Perhaps we should try sometime else." She did not respond at first, so I thought she was unconscious.

But, as I began to pull out, she opened her eyes, both clearer from the pain. "No!" she whispered back furiously, "If you truly love me, you would love me harder, and make me feel every part of you!" So I did. I thrust my throbbing cock into her wet, tight pussy many times, and, every time I hit my base, she would scream. Each scream cut me to the core, but she would not let me be discouraged. Even if I stopped moving my hips, she would move hers instead.

By the time we got into a rhythm, we were both foaming with lust. I moved my head close to her breasts, and was licking and biting her nipples like an animal. She buried her face and hands into my hair and took deep breaths, every breath drawing in my essence further in her.

When I climaxed, it was like no other. I had not had such a climax ever, not with the stable girl, not with my sister, not even with the girl that had caused me so much trouble. It was when I was deep inside Sasha, my cock feeling like it was tearing her in two. She felt the wet, sticky substance inside her, for her eyes glazed and she whispered "Yes...yes...yes..." over and over again. She closed her eyes, the tears flowing now not just of pain, but joy as well.

I leaned over her and kissed her on the top of her forehead. Her eyes fluttered open "Oh", she said softly, "I almost forgot. You are supposed to record what happens each day. I know it is a hassle but..." she trailed off.

So here I am now, finishing the story of the first day. I hope I will enjoy my stay on this island. Sasha is sleeping peacefully in the bed next to me. I had to carry her to the public bath (which was heated by the heat of the earth) and wash her carefully, since she could not walk. She was sound asleep when I set her in the bed, and so very cute, with her long hair in various places around her small upper body, especially her flat chest. The light is burning low, so now I will go join her in the embrace of Morpheus, god of sleep.

Glory to Eros

Theseus

Day 2

Again it is night, and again I wish to join Sasha, the little imp, in sleep. But I must record what has happened today, lest I forget it.

When I woke up in the morning, it was early, and the sea mist had rolled in. Sasha, the poor thing, was shivering, since I had stolen most of the blanket from her. I covered her in it, and took a walk outside. I walked on the beach, admiring the gray-blue water, the wet sand, and the way it contrasted with the green grass that grew further inland. As I walked, I came across a girl, around seven, picking up shells and seaweed from the beach and putting them in a basket she had. She did not see me until I had gotten close, and, when she did, her eyes flew directly to my cock. Her hair was a brown-blonde, and her eyes, a pretty hazel. Her face was a bit timid looking, but quite innocent. She was totally naked, except for a metal plaque around her neck that said "Sarah" and did not even try to cover her body as I eyed it.

"Oh, hello sir. I did not see you there...is there anything you wanted?" Sarah looked down at her feet as she said this, as if she expected me to punish her for some misdeed. I decided to test her.

"Yes, there is something I wanted," I said as imperiously as possible. "Tend to this," I ordered, gesturing to my throbbing cock. Her response was quite unexpected. Instead of backing away and then timidly obeying my orders, she dropped the basket she was carrying and plummeted onto my rigid cock. Sarah's head bobbed up and down rapidly, and one of her hands went down to her pussy, which she began to stimulate.

I almost ejaculated right there, but, to hold it in, I rammed my cock deep in her throat and kept it there. Her eyes darted to my face. They were still timid, but no longer afraid.

After keeping her there for a few seconds, and recovering, I let go. She slowly backed off, a string of spittle going from her lower lip to the tip of my cock. Then, she did something else unexpected.

Standing up, Sarah turned so her ass faced me. Then, turning her head back to look at me, she slowly bent over, and spread her ass cheeks. "Sir, please take whichever hole you wish, and abuse it however you want." She smiled radiantly.

I decided to go with her asshole. Anal was taboo, and highly disapproved of, but she offered it first.

Pressing the tip of my cock against her asshole, I slowly guided it up the tight, wet passage. It was difficult, but, unlike Sasha's pussy, Sarah's ass was able to totally accommodate the full length of my cock. She closed her eyes and moaned as I began to thrust, slowly at first, so not to hurt either of us.

We held that position for a while. I grabbed her arms and rode her like a horse, my waist smacking hard against her ass. She said nothing, but instead moaned sexually, and sometimes came, if the liquid running down the inside of her thighs was any sign. When I finally came, it was deep inside her ass, so deep that none leaked out after I pulled out.

After I let go, she fell forward, landing on her stomach. Concerned, I leaned next to her head. But she was fine. "Go, sir...I will be fine. And thank you, for what you have done." When I lost sight of her, she was still lying there, open to the elements.

By the time I got to the house, the mist had started to clear. Pushing aside the cloth that covered the door, I walked into the room where Sasha and I had slept last night. Sasha had just woken up, by the looks of it, as she wasn't out of bed yet. But she was sitting bolt upright, eyes wide in fear. Then she saw me, and grew relieved. I walked to her. "Oh, thank Eros you're back!" She jumped out of bed and hugged me. "Let's go get paid and get something to eat." Paid? I thought, we were going to get paid for this?

Sasha led me to a table near the huge marble base that we had passed yesterday in a tour. At the table was a bored looking dressed woman. She was writing something on some vellum, but looked up when she saw Sasha and me approaching. "Names, orgasms?" she asked in a bored voice. "Sasha", said Sasha chirpily, then looked to me expectantly. "Theseus", I said, confused.

"Orgasms?" the lady demanded, clearly impatient. "From when you got here to right now", Sasha whispered in my ear. "Seven!" she said. I was surprised, for I did not know that I had stimulated her that much. "Two", I mumbled, slightly apprehensive at giving out such information. Sasha looked at me, surprised, but then changed the focus of her attention as the woman took several wooden and metallic tokens from a large pot at her feet. She tossed them to us. We got seven wooden circular ones, each with a square carved on it, and two metal ones, each with a triangle. "Let's get something to eat", Sasha said, and led me to the dining area.

There were a few venders already there, and we bought a loaf of bread and some grapes to eat. Sasha explained to me what happened. "You get rewards for having orgasms, and drawing the evil away from other places. A man's orgasm draws much more corruption, and is judged to be worth ten of a girl's, hence the tokens. How else did you orgasm? I only remembered one last night." Grudgingly, I explained to her what I did with Sarah this morning. Her jaw dropped. "Why did you do it with someone else? Am I not good enough?" again the begging look. "No, it was just that she was there, and...it just happened." Sasha accepted this answer, and we went off.

My cock had previously been satisfied by Sarah, but now, as we walked, my eyes roamed over Sasha's body and tight pussy, and she noticed this. We stopped, and she looked up to me. "Where do you want to do it? We can do it in the sex house, in the temple, in the beach, or right here if you want..."

"The...the beach." I said, fascinated by the idea of doing it right there on the sand, where everyone could see us. We walked a whiles to the beach, and stopped in the middle of an empty area, facing the sea. I had Sasha stand in front of me, then lifted her, and slowly lowered her onto my raging cock. She helped guide it in. When we were ready, she sat perfectly on my shaft and it fully fit due to yesterday's punishment. We were about to begin, when I felt a hand tap my shoulder. I turned around, forgetting that Sasha still sat on my cock. She yelped a tiny bit. "Would you be interested in a threesome?" said a brown haired man, around my age. "I had a girl, cute little redhead, but we did anal too hard last night and I had to take her to the temple to be healed."

I looked to Sasha. She slightly shook her head, fear in her eyes. I looked back to the man. "Sorry, this is my second day here, and she's new", I said, gesturing to Sasha. "she also hasn't had anal before. I don't want her hurt to badly, or else I might not be able to make any more money."

The man laughed and nodded. "Good point," he said. "I guess I'll just have to go with some unbonded girl. But, if you or your girl is ever interested in anything more, just come to my house over there and say hi. I'm Pliny, by the way." The house in question was quite close to the beach, and a few houses down from my house. "Well, I guess I should be off and satisfy myself. Have fun!" He left.

I looked back to Sasha, who visibly looked relieved. "Why didn't you want to do a threesome?" I asked.

She looked a bit more afraid again. "That man is known for...killing or maiming his slaves. He has been here so long, yet he only has one that has survived, and she can almost not walk.

And also, I wanted to lose my anal virginity...to you." Sasha began to move her hips, which I had forgotten were still on my cock. I began to move to.

Soon, we were both pumping hard, my cock ramming into her and coming out again very rapidly. This time, because her pussy was less tight, I felt her orgasms, which came too often and mixed up for me to count. When I finally came, we stopped moving, but I stayed standing up. Her head lay on my shoulder, and her body was intimately close to mine. I could feel her nipples, her ribs, and every inch of her wonderful legs. She was breathing hard, and I felt that too, little moist puffs of air. Finally, I sat down, and she slowly slid off my cock. Her pussy dripped juice and semen onto the white sand.

We stayed on the beach awhile, playing in the ocean. I learned a bit more about the island. Apparently, there were no venders but the food venders here, but you could get nearly anything you requested off of a merchant on one of the ships on the pier, for a price. I also learned that there was a slave market every week, and that slaves could be traded between people.

The next few hours passed nicely and uneventfully. After staying on the beach until we were hungry, we went to a stall and got some nice, warm raisin bread. Then, we had some fun on the grass. Although we had no straight sex, she did give me an amazing blowjob, and I massaged her warm back and ass, sneaking a finger into her pussy every once in a while.

The day was late when we started heading back home. I had wanted to try anal on the grass, but Sasha wanted to do it intimately in our house. We bought a clay jar of some lubricant off of a man who seemed to be selling them, trying to make some extra coin. On our way home, I suggested that we swing by Pliny's to see how he was doing. She was against it, but we went anyways.

Pliny was outside his house, back facing us as we approached him. The pump was on, and he was holding something long and thin in one of his hands. When we got closer, we discovered he was anally fucking a slave, while having his redhead slave hold her head under water.

The redhead was around six, and very scared looking. Her hair was shortly cut, and she held her arms and legs close to her body, in a fetal position. I could see bruises on her stomach and breasts, and her pussy was red and puffy.

The other girl was older, maybe nine or so. I couldn't see her face, which was facing downward, but I could see her hair, which was straight and brown and long. She had a thin body, which would have looked starved had it been any thinner. Her breasts were nice and small, with prominent nipples.

Pliny saw me as I got closer. He was grunting as he spoke to me, but I deciphered what he said to be, "Hah...look at this bitch, Sophie. Got her for a good price, only 137 metals. Too old, the owner said. Maybe one use for me. If I kill her, I get 100 metals compensation, and for drawing sin away. Also..." He never finished that thought, for he came at that moment. Shoving his cock deep in Sophie, he took the thing he held in his hand (a switch, I saw), and whipped her hard across the back, multiple times. He pulled out and finished whipping at the same time, breathing hard. "You wanna try? She's taking a long time to kill. You're not doing it right, Katy!" he growled, lunging for the redhead, who backed away quickly. Then, Pliny took Sophie's head and positioned it so that the water followed the curves of her head and flowed right to cover her mouth and nose. She began to struggle, but Pliny was too strong.

I looked to Sasha, who only sat there, looking afraid. So I took the incentive, and shoved my cock deep in Sophie's ass. She let out a gurgling scream, which created a little bubble I hoped would let her survive a little longer. Sending up prayers to Poseidon and Eros, I fucked as quickly as possible, ignoring how much I hurt Sophie. If I could do this right, I might be able to save Sophie.

I almost took too long. I felt Sophie's ass spasm, saw her arms and legs fail, and smelt her bowels letting go. I came exactly at that moment, shooting it deep inside her. Pliny held her head in the water for a moment after I pulled out, then shut the pump off. Sophie collapsed lifelessly, unmoving. "Hah!" he said, kicking her. "The guy said she was a survivor. Look at her now. D'you want her? In all honestly, I don't need any more money...No no, you take her. You're new anyways, a bit of extra money didn't hurt anyone. I need to go eat and sleep. Katy, heel! Let's go." And with that, he went inside, dragging a reluctantly terrified Katy with him.

I looked to Sophie sadly. She was beautiful, just budding. Her baby fat had just fallen off, leaving a face that would have been the face of the woman she might have become. While I mourned, Sasha leaned in close, and moved their faces together. I assumed it was some kind of ritual for the slaves to do. But then, Sasha jumped up, and started to dance. "She's alive, she's alive!" she sang, in her melodic, high voice. I was stunned. I had felt Sophie's death throes myself. But then, Sophie's eyes fluttered weakly, and she tried to sit up. I quickly picked her up, and began to walk home, eager to save her from more of Pliny's torture. As we walked back, Sasha danced around me, an Oriental fairy, happy to have a new playmate.

They got along very well. At first, Sophie was too weak to do much, but we managed to get her some food. She grew stronger surprisingly fast, and Sasha and Sophie ended up licking each other's pussies before long. I was happy, although a bit disappointed for not getting any anal. But, seeing the two girls orgasm together, spasming and muffling screams, I smiled.

Now they lay in bed together, very close. I should go join them.

Also here will be a record of how much money I have. Started: 2 metals 7 woods. Ended: 8 woods.

Glory to Eros

Theseus