It reached a peak when Siobhan explained, “Sometimes he likes to cum in your mouth. When he does, smile and swallow. I puked the first time and got whipped.”
“You puked?”
“All over him. The Master was furious,” she said. “It was almost worth the whipping seeing him all covered with puke,” Siobhan said laughing. The others joined in and Katrina couldn’t help herself, finally laughing with them.
“Have you had to…” Katrina asked.
Siobhan laughed, “Oh yes. He avoided it for a while. But he forgot one time and came while I was sucking him. I did much better that time. It really isn’t bad, once you get used to it.”
By dinner, Katrina’s head was swimming. She realized she had barely learned anything about sex before.
The next day, Suji had her practice on a banana. She learned how to hold it so that it wouldn’t thrust too deeply and make her gag. She learned how to run her tongue over it, to suck and lash it, and how to use her hand like a vagina and make a man cum quickly.
Suji explained, “The first time, the Master won’t expect you to know too much. He knows you’re a virgin. He will want you to act like one, maybe a little frightened. But you will still have to obey.”
Katrina’s mind filled with dread. She never imagined that her virginity would be spent on a man she had never even met. A monster who had made her a slave.
That evening after dinner, Khalid showed up. “Yasmina,” he called out. The dark haired girl stood, and without looking around followed the man. Katrina looked around at the other girls. They hardly paused. This was an everyday experience for them, another girl called to have sex with Him.
The girls had turned in at dusk. They had no artificial lights in their rooms. Sometime that night, Katrina awakened. She faintly saw a figure come into the room. None of the other girls stirred. The shadowy figure paused, then came to the couch Katrina lay on. Katrina could make out Yasmina’s profile from the luminescence coming from the stars and sea outside their room. She wondered why Yasmina would stand here when she had been so distant before.
“Are you awake?” came from the shadowy figure in a soft accented voice.
Katrina raised her head, “Yes.”
There was a pause, the figure seemed about to draw away, then in a voice filled with sadness, “May I join you?”
“Yes,” answered Katrina. A body joined her on the couch. Katrina rolled to her side so that she and Yasmina lay facing each other. “Did you see him?”
There was a muffled sound, then with a tired voice Yasmina said, “Yes. I hate it. He is so demanding. There is no softness.” A pause, then she continued, “I heard you say that you have tried some things, with a girlfriend?”
Katrina was surprised that Yasmina had heard her. But she had spent the past two days talking almost exclusively about sex. Three days before she would have blushed and stuttered. This night, lying on a couch naked, with a naked girl almost touching her, it seemed normal. “Yes,” she answered.
“What did you do with this girlfriend?” Yasmina asked. Her hand softly touched Katrina’s arm. Then her hand trailed down until it found her small breast. “Did she touch you like this?”
“Yes,” Katrina said softly.
“And did she kiss you?” Yasmina asked.
Katrina closed her eyes, ready for she knew what would be when she answered. “Yes,” she said waiting for the lips to touch hers.
Yasmina smiled. She hated the Master, all men because of him. She liked kissing a girl, the softness of a girl. Katrina was so young and yet she was also becoming a woman. Yasmina desired her to wash away the taste of the Master, who had thrust his cock in her mouth before turning her over and thrusting his cock into her tight ass. For some reason she could not fathom, he liked anal sex with the dark haired Persian girl. None of the other girls seemed to have to submit to sex that way except occasionally. But for Yasmina, it was usual. She didn’t know that it was the way her sphincter rippled around his cock. He could tell she was in pain as he fucked her and he liked knowing that he could cause her such pain. But the rippling of her tight ass told him that she liked it as well, that beautiful combination of pleasure and pain made him desire Yasmina’s ass. He loved thrusting his hard cock into her. Yasmina submitted, hating him.
She leaned forward and their lips met. She kissed the young girl, her hand gently fondled her small tit, finding the tenderness with the young girl which she so needed and could not otherwise obtain.
Yasmina’s hand traveled lower until she was cupping the young girl’s sex. She teased her until she felt her grow wet and hot. Then her fingers sank into the slit, trailing across her bud which brought a gasp from the girl. Yasmina turned on the couch, aligning her head with Katrina’s pussy. She bent her leg, opening herself up to the girl. She lapped at the heated center of Katrina’s pussy. The girl nearly shouted from the intense sensation that surged from her pussy through her body. Yasmina licked and kissed her and Katrina felt herself being taken to places she never knew existed. She had been masturbating since she was ten. But this night, for the first time, another person took her to the heights of sexual pleasure that can only be scaled together. Solo sex can never be as intense as mutual sex. Katrina discovered that in the glow of the tropical stars in the arms of the Persian beauty.
At the same time, she could smell the scent of a woman. She knew what Yasmina expected. Her friends had only kissed and touched each other. They had never put their mouth on the others’ sex. The pleasure washed through her and she wanted to return such feelings.
She bent forward and tentatively touched her tongue to Yasmina’s pussy. Katrina waited for something to happen, but nothing did. She licked once. Yasmina moaned a bit, nothing bad happened. Katrina felt pleasure in her body and since nothing bad had happened when she first tongued the dark Persian girl, Katrina determined to return the pleasure to the older girl, licking and sucking at her pussy. The two drove each other to a climax, then fell together, snuggling, finally falling asleep in each others arms.
Katrina awoke in the morning alone on her couch. She felt wonderful as she stretched, feeling alive and vibrant in the morning air. The other girls were awakening. Yasmina looked her way, smiled, then looked away as if nothing had happened. Katrina was hurt a little and confused. Why smile, then look away and ignore her?
Natasha was on the couch closest to hers. She rolled over and asked, “Did you enjoy last night?”
Katrina blushed.
Natasha laughed. “I told you, no one has any secrets here.” Then quietly, “Don’t worry. We’ve all done it with a girl. Sometimes, after He treats one of us badly, then it feels good to be with a girl. Gentle and nice. It was nice that you helped Yasmina.” Confidentially, Natasha leaned forward, “He always does her in the butt.”
Katrina looked horrified wondering if he would want to do that to her. “That is terrible.”
Natasha nodded. “It really was painful the time he did it to me. I couldn’t help it. I screamed. It got me whipped, but I tell you, it hurt less to be whipped. He’s never done it to me that way again. Poor Yasmina. She always wants to be with a girl after he does her that way.”
The girls were all up and about. Suji stood and said in a loud voice, “Let’s all swim while it’s cool.” There was a chorus of assent, except for Yasmina and Nantale. The girls headed out to the cove. Suji looked at Yasmina, “Come join the Heathens.”
Yasmina could see the teasing look and stuck out her tongue. Suji smiled, “Is that for the new girl?” and fled as Yasmina threw a pillow. Yasmina followed hot on her heels. Suji splashed into the water with Yasmina trailing. Soon the girls were all splashing each other. Katrina noticed that Nantale had joined the group, although she was off the side. Siobhan waded over to the tall African and put her arms around her neck. She leaned in and said something. Katrina was struck by the contrast, Siobhan’s milky white skin and Nantale’s ebony hue. As Siobhan backed away, she splashed water at Nantale, turned, and swam away. Nantale yelled and lit out after the Irish girl. Soon, it was a splashing, dunking, laughing melee of happy teenagers. The only difference from the pool parties Katrina had attended is that the girls here were all naked. Katrina was surprised to see Nantale and Yasmina smiling and laughing as much as Suji and Anna.
The antics slowed some as the girls tired themselves out. Katrina noticed Siobhan and Nantale rinse in the outdoor cold water shower and head inside. They were hand in hand. Suji came up beside her and whispered, “Do you want to join them?”
Katrina blushed and Suji laughed. “Maybe you want Yasmina again,” she teased the young girl. Katrina knew she would be teased until she responded. She splashed Suji who splashed back at her. Anna joined in and there was another shorter melee.
Siobhan appeared on the porch and shouted, “Breakfast.”
The girls all headed in from the water, stopping only long enough to rinse the salt water from their nubile bodies at the outside shower. Breakfast consisted of fruits and French rolls. The Seychelles Islands had been a French territory and never lost the cooking skills learned. The food was brought in on a tray by one of the serving women. The girls lounged on the couches as they ate. Katrina noticed that Nantale and Siobhan were sharing a couch away from the others. They were feeding each other. Soon, the black girl kissed Siobhan. They lay on the couch kissing. Katrina watched, riveted by the scene. She imagined kissing Nantale, a tigress, or experiencing the fragile beauty of the Irish redhead. Her thoughts were interrupted by a whispered, “It isn’t polite to stare.”
She turned to see a smiling Suji. “Sorry,” Katrina said.
“Nothing to be sorry about. As you’ve heard, we have no secrets here,” Suji said. “I think you should join Anna. She is also excited. You two might enjoy yourselves, being close in age,” Suji said with a twinkle in her eye.
Katrina saw Anna sitting on one of the flat couches, trying not to stare, but being pulled back to the scene over and over. Suji urged her, “Go!” Katrina went over and sat next to Anna, who seemed to be trembling. She was surprised to see Suji pull Yasmina down on the large flat couch that was really more of a bed. Natasha joined the two girls. Katrina turned to say something to Anna, as she did, Anna leaned in and kissed her, her tongue lancing into her mouth, teasing and daring. They fell back onto the couch. The only sounds were those of pleasure, lips against lips, fingers on skin, and cries of joy.
It was a lazy afternoon when the supply boat appeared. “What is that?” Katrina asked. She noticed one of the men was now outside their room, with his back to the girls but alert.
“That is the supply boat,” Suji told her. “Everything must be brought in to the island. Once, there were no rains for several weeks and they even had to bring in water. We couldn’t even bathe, except in the cove. That was terrible.”
“How do they know what to bring?” Katrina asked.
“Well, the serving girls make a list and Khalid gives it to the Master,” said Suji.
“Is there a phone?” Katrina asked the wings of hope spreading. If there was a phone there would be a way to make a call off the island.
Suji laughed, “No, there is no phone. There isn’t even a radio on the island.”
Katrina was confused. No phone, no radio, then how could he tell anyone what to bring?
It was several days later. Katrina was no longer frightened, having learned much over the past days. Every girl had gone to see the Master. Once, he had called for Siobhan and Natasha at the same time. Katrina expressed surprise only to learn that the Master sometimes liked two girls. He would have them make love to each other first. Then he would have sex with one or maybe both girls. Once he had three girls. He put them in a daisy chain, then had them line up, their butts in the air, as he fucked one after the other. He had them put their heads together as he jacked off into their mouths, the three girls sharing his cum.
“Isn’t that embarrassing, having sex while he watches?” Katrina asked.
“A little,” acknowledged Natasha. “But pretty soon you forget.”
“Especially if Siobhan is the one kissing you down there,” Anna said, then blushed at her boldness. The girls all laughed and said Siobhan was the best at making you forget everything else. Katrina thought about what it would be like to have sex with Siobhan while the Master watched.
She knew it would be her turn soon. Two days before, one of the serving women showed up with a strange device. Suji had called her over. The woman sat before Katrina holding what looked like a needle connected to the strange box. “What’s that?” cried Katrina, fearing it.
Suji laughed, “It’s just an electrolysis machine. It removes the hair. That’s why all of us are bare.”
“But I don’t want to,” Katrina said.
“But the Master does.”
“Is it permanent?” Katrina said worried.
“Yes. But you will grow more so don’t worry,” Suji said. She didn’t say that when Katrina did, it too would be removed. Why worry the girl. It was hard enough to be here.
The woman inserted the needle into the follicle. There was a buzzing, an itch but no pain. Then the hair simply fell out. The woman quickly removed her few hairs. Katrina knew she was now ready for the Master.
Katrina had been steeped in sexuality, sensuality for days. It was all she thought about, talked about. The truth was part of her was looking forward to being called, to experience what she had only been able to talk about and think about. What would it feel like to finally feel a man inside her, taking her, fucking her?
It was late afternoon when the door opened. The girls had been napping through the midday heat. “Katrina,” Khalid called out.
She panicked for a moment. “It will be all right,” Suji calmed her. The other girls smiled their support. It calmed her, buttressed her. She stood and followed the giant man. He led her upstairs and to a door.
He knocked, then entered. “The new one, Master.”
Katrina knelt as she had been taught. She heard a not unkind voice, “Thank you. You may go.” The door closed behind her. “Let me see you, my dear.” Katrina stood, keeping her eyes down. She heard him come across the room. For over a week, Katrina had been immersed in sensuality, both in learning and with the other girls in the dark of the night. Her body was exploding with new and powerful physical desires. Her body desired a man. Yet, her mind shrank from the reality. This was a monster, though he didn’t look like one. He actually was rather dashing: dark hair, fair skin, blue eyes and a pleasant smile. He almost could have been a movie star. Like all things unknown, Katrina feared sex. In the throes of this conflict, the Master came to her.
“You are very beautiful, little one,” he said.
The praise, so genuine, opened Katrina’s heart just a little. She was pleased to be thought beautiful, especially since this man could have Siobhan or Natasha who really were beautiful and with much bigger tits.
His hand touched her cheek, gently, and pulled her face up until he was looking into her eyes. “You are a perfect little gem, my dear. I shall enjoy you.”
It should have disgusted Katrina, being compared to property, but the metaphor, a gem, somehow seemed to make her feel valuable and desirable. She could see the lust in his eyes. She had never before aroused such a look in a man’s eyes, that she had noticed. It filled her with new and potent feelings of her own. She felt herself becoming wet, as if one of the girls was making love to her.
The Master dropped his robe standing before her as an Adonis. He kept himself in good shape. His cock was rampant. He had been looking forward to this girl for months and he was finally going to take her for the first time. He felt like he might cum just standing there, as he had sex with her so many times in his mind. Katrina’s eyes locked onto his staff: large, stiff, and pulsing before her. She felt conflicting emotions, fear of its size and yet her body, already excited, flooded her pussy with lubricant to prepare for the onslaught. She both desired and detested what was about to happen.
He led her to a large bed by the open window, which admitted cooling ocean breezes. Katrina felt her skin prickle from the breeze. They lay on the bed. Katrina remembered what the girls had drilled into her over the past week. ‘Make him feel good,’ had been their mantra. ‘Act like a virgin, but not too much.’ She was a virgin. How could she act otherwise?
“I’m scared, Master,” she said.
He smiled. “That is normal. Don’t worry, little one. After today you will no longer be scared. You will look forward to this. It is the greatest pleasure you can achieve.” He leaned forward and kissed her.
Katrina was shocked. She had expected him to simply lay on her and push his hard cock into her. This was the first time she had ever kissed a man. Her body, already prepared for response, did just that. Her nipples hardened, and her whole body became sensitive to every touch, the fabric of the bed, his hot lips on hers, his hand touching her arm, everything seemed suddenly sensual. She gasped when he broke the kiss.
He pushed her onto her back, then kissed her again. His hand trailed down her neck, awakening further desires in her body. His lips followed his hand, kissing, nibbling down her neck and across her chest. His fingers found her erect nipples, teasing, then touching them. Katrina gasped when his lips surrounded and sucked her nipple. The intense pleasure connected to her loins as they prepared for her first sex with a man.
His hand now trailed down to her loins, spread her legs and settled between them. He found her wet and smiled. He spread her wetness around, teasing her, running his fingers up and down, then around but not over her clitoris. Katrina’s hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more, seeking fulfillment. She was ready.
The Master could see that she was ready. He settled between her spread legs, his cock almost hurting from the desire to plunge into this young girl spread like a sacrifice before him. He felt his power then, knowing that he owned this girl. She was his and his alone. He exulted. All those girls who had turned their backs on him in high school and college, forcing him to jack off all those lonely nights, he would show them! His face became a half smile, a half grimace of revenge as he lowered his body. His cock found her pussy. He rubbed his cock into her pussy, lathering his cock with her wetness. Katrina was lost in the desires filling her body. It was going to happen…
His cock seated itself in her opening. He pushed. Her muscles resisted. He pushed again; this time her lips opened for him, spreading to accept the invader in her body. As his glans pierced her opening, Katrina felt a brief stab of pain as her hymen tore. She was a woman.
He felt the resistance, then the release as his cock tore through and entered her no longer virgin opening. He gloated. All those women who wouldn’t have him. He would show them. He began fucking the girl under him, thrusting and pulling back. Katrina experienced intercourse for the first time. Her body responded naturally. The pain quickly subsided and soon her body was rising towards her own climax. It was different, maybe better than when she made love to the girls in the night. This is what her body was designed for, to be filled by a man.
He gloried in taking this girl. She was his. He let the pleasure wash over him. It filled him, sated his need. The physical pleasure continued to build. He felt the tingling in his loins and knew he would spend himself quickly. He let it come. He thrust faster and deeper. Katrina was overcome by the sensations of sex. He groaned above her, thrusting deeply and she felt the heat of his come filling her.
Her pussy was awash in his cum. Knowing that a man was filling her pushed her into her own climax. He emptied himself into the young girl beneath him, his mind flashing on Robin, the girl who had disdained him in high school. This girl was so like her. He had her now. His release was total as he pumped out his cum and collapsed over the girl. He fell to her side, breathing deeply, satisfied. It was worth all of the money to feel like this. He was the Master…
Katrina recovered from her orgasm, surprised that she had enjoyed it. As her body recovered her mind filled with the thought that she had enjoyed her own rape. It was rape, being taken against her will. She was filled with shame. How could she have enjoyed this monster? Tears filled her eyes. She turned away from him, so he would not notice as her tears wet the pillows.
He fell asleep soon after. Katrina spent the night in his bed. She slept fitfully, never knowing what might happen next. He awoke in the morning surprised that she was still there, but not unhappy. He sent her back to the girls' room with a smile.
As Katrina entered, all noise stopped, then the girls all burst into questions crowding around her. Suji finally calmed the riot and led Katrina to a couch. “Tell us what happened.”
Katrina replayed the events of the night, including her own small climax, then the long hours of the night wondering what would happen, then his sending her off with the smile.
Natasha burst in, “He must have been pleased. He is normally a bastard in the morning.” The girls all laughed.
Suji said, “Yes, you must have done a good job for him to fall asleep and still be pleased in the morning.”
The praise made Katrina feel better about what had happened. The shame still hovered around the edges, but the fellowship of the girls made it recede. It wasn’t important. What was important was the intimacy these women shared. Katrina hugged Suji in a burst of emotion. Suji was surprised, but she quickly understood. She waved the rest of the girls away. Suji joined Katrina on the couch, stroking her soft skin. When Katrina looked up at Suji, the older girl asked, “Do you want to…”
“Oh, yes,” Katrina answered.
Suji smiled and bent down to kiss the young girl who was now fully a member of their family, a family of women seeking to live as best they could.
One night the girls were talking. Katrina asked, “How come we do not have lights? The Master has lights.”
Nantale, normally reticent, said, “Because we are not worthy of lights. We are like the scum on the waves to him.”
There was quiet, then Siobhan spoke up, giving a reproachful look to Nantale, “Because there is only a little generator. The benzene to run the generator has to be brought in by barrels. It is enough for his room. He has movies and a computer I have heard. Sometimes he watches dirty movies when we are there.”
The other girls nodded. Anna spoke up, “Yes, he made me watch one with him. It was Japanese girls. I couldn’t understand anything they said.”
There followed much discussion on the movies and how bad they were.
Nantale ended the discussion with a curt, “People who watch such things are trash.” Since this was dangerously close to criticizing the Master, and since someone might overhear and report such comments to Khalid, the others fell silent.
Katrina continued to think of escape. One afternoon the girls were swimming in the cove. Katrina looked at the hill that rose behind the villa. “Have you ever been up there?” she asked no one in particular.
“No. Why would you want to?” Anna asked.
“Maybe there’s an island close by,” Katrina suggested.
Nantale looked at her closely. Suji noticed as well. “And how would you reach such an island?”
Katrina shrugged, “I don’t know. I was just thinking.”
Nantale said earnestly, “There is no island in sight. I returned, my feet bleeding from the roots and rocks. There is nothing to see. If you chose the wrong direction you would have to sail for three thousand miles.”
“But there is just one of him and many of us. What if the men rebelled too?” Katrina asked.
“And where would they go?” Nantale asked. “It’s the same three thousand miles.”
“The supply ship. We could take the supply ship back,” Katrina said triumphantly.
Suji and Nantale exchanged a look. Suji said, “And when the supply man asked to see the Master to have him sign for the goods. How would we explain that he was no longer available? It is the Master who pays off the Government, not we slaves.”
Nantale snorted. “It is the same everywhere. Those with power step on the powerless. Here, the pigs of the Seychellois would not allow us to kill him, since he is the one with the money. We would be criminals. The men know this. They would be hanged by the police for killing their golden goose.” She turned and headed back to the shore.
Suji said quietly, “She was whipped every day for a week for her escape attempt. Be careful, little one. They watch closely, even when you don’t think they are watching. There is no way off this island unless he decides.”
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