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{ASSM}The Master's Island (Part 8/9) by Taoman ADULT CONTENT
(Mff,teen,anal,oral,humil,nc)
The Master's Island copyright Taoman. The right of Taoman to be
identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with
Section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights and Patents Act 1988
Please do not reprint for commercial purposes without my permission
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PART 8
The days and nights had passed. I had initially planned on keeping
track of time by scratches on a flat piece of palm bark. Then one night as
I watched a new moon crest I realized I had no idea what day it was or how
long we had been here. More significantly the importance of the civilized
need of knowing the time had unconsciously faded. I was aware of the sun
rising and the coming night. The cycle of tides had become a daily flow in
our activities. I had tossed the last vestige of the passage of civilized
time into the fire.
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We where hunting. I was perched on a tree branch above a faint game
trail the girl's had found. I was nearly naked except my genitalia where
stuffed in a loose leather jock like pouch. I had learned early and
quickly why the native men in National Geographic always seemed to be
wearing something like this. I held a heavy but well-balanced spear above
my head as I peered into the clearing below me.
The smaller females seemed to be able to slip through the under growth
unimpeded.
There was a whistle and the thick foliage rustled. A large hog like
rodent burst squealing into view. A painted Jennifer suddenly appeared as
she stepped from the dark green mass of undergrowth. She seemingly leaped
across the clearing. She was magnificent. A beautiful brown blur of sleek
naked Amazon running with a spear poised above her head. I watched in awe.
She cast the spear and dropped the animal cleanly. The spear had entered
its hindquarters and sunk in a foot. The beast squealed and spun in a
circle. A running Brittany came at it from the side and with a wicked
looking homemade machete nearly detached its head at the spine with a
vicious downward stroke. Blood spurted as it jerked and died.
I sat down on the branch and clapped my hands in appreciation. The two
huntresses looked up at me. Both looked wildly savage.
The more buxom Brittany had adapted a tied-tight cloth halter for
support. Her heaving breasts bulged in their restraint. Red specks of
blood clung to the tops of her swelling mounds. She had a low slung belt
and leather machete sheath on her hips. The long mane of bleach blonde
hair was braided tightly to her head and hung behind her. The almost white
strip of pubic hair stood out from her browned loins. Her neck collar had
been interwoven with some colored stones and shells. She held her bloody
weapon above her head and screamed a primordial triumph.
The business like Jennifer planted her foot on the creature and tugged
her spear free. She immediately closely examined the tip of the weapon for
wear. She was completely naked except for her wildly garnished neck
collar. The females had discovered body paints by crushing berries, flowers
and mixing with coconut oil. Jennifer had dark green cat like stripes
covering her brown body. I had noticed that a feminine awareness always
dictated the war paint application. The swirl of color accented those up
thrust breasts and if your eye followed the pattern flow across her flat
stomach and thighs it was carried to a highlighted pubis.
She looked up at me and smiled her brilliant white teeth shining from
her darkened face.
"Red meat tonight" she proclaimed proudly.
Dinner spat, dripped and steamed on a spit above the fire. Brittany
turned it occasionally as she watched us. I had decided some sex before
supper would be appropriate. The cleaned and paint free Jennifer had her
arms stretched out and hands against a palm tree with her backside thrust
back. She balanced on her toes. I stood behind her between her widely
spread legs with my erection nearly fully buried in her anus. She had her
head down and with my slow in stroke she moaned, brought her head up and
shook the mane of her loose brown hair.
"God that hurts" she said with a grunt.
We had found that cooking the coconut oil down had resulted in thick
oily goo. While its smell and color was slightly disgusting it was as good
a lubricant as KY jelly. We had practiced this on a regular basis and the
slender girl had slowly learned to accept the almost a full anal
penetration. I was not sure what excited me more the tightness of this
lean girlish frame or my dominance in this act.
I held her hips and began a slow driving. She would try and meet my
thrusts but would pull at a certain point. My cock had another inch to be
fully buried. I could feel a tight resistance on my cock head. I pushed
at it.
"Oh no more,' she writhed under me "I can't"
"You must" I said simply "Rub your clit.refocus"
"Ohhhh "she sounded pitiful. But she dropped her hand and I saw her arm
begin a slow stroke.
I looked over at the observant Brittany. Her expression was of a
worried concern. Feeling my attention she dropped her eyes and rotated the
meat. The two girls had formed a very tight bond in the past weeks. They
seemed to be a constant. I had noticed that whatever they would be doing
was accomplished with a minimum of speech. Their individual movements
would almost blend into one seamless action.
"Oh yes" Jennifer cried out and her arm movement became rapidly frantic.
She jerked and bounced on the end of my cock. The teenager had a strong
climax. I held her against me, the tight resistance gave away and I felt
my hips suddenly mash against her hard bottom. My cock was buried to the
hilt in her young ass. I felt her balled butt muscle twitch momentarily a
corresponding squeeze on my cock and then she relaxed.
Her head hung loosely. I began a slow fucking of her tight recesses.
She limply accepted me with a very relaxed corresponding motion.
"Good girl" I said soothingly.
From past experience with her I knew that continued prolonged abrasion
would only mean more days until our next anal session. I pulled slowly
from her. As my dick popped free Jennifer collapsed weakly to her knees
and then over to lie in the sand.
I turned and motioned to a cautiously expectant Brittany. She stood and
walked to me, knelt and wordlessly took me in her mouth. Her head began a
slow bobbing. I knew she was completely repulsed by where my penis had
just been. The submissive overcoming of her prejudices and compliant
obeisance always pleased me.
"Suck it clean now" I said lightly to her. I pulled the glistening cock
till the head just rested within her pursed lips. I acted if I was
examining myself. Her eyes came up to mine.
"That's my girl," I said then placing my hands on her head I slowly
fucked her mouth.
After a moment I had her lay back in the sand. Kneeling above her face
I lowered my hips and began an earnest driving into her tightly ovaled
mouth. She had gotten very good at this and was able to maintain an
amazing suction on even my most uncontrolled thrusts.
When I came it was so intense I thought she was going to suck the soul
out of me.
I rested crouched over her with my shrinking erection slowly pulling
from her now gently kissing mouth. Her tongue was slowly caressing the
sensitive tip. She had swallowed every remnant of discharge.
I came to my feet and had a fleeting depressive post-coital thought of
who was really maintaining an upper hand on this island.
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Whatever species that animal might be was tasty.
The tattered carcass was stuck upright on the end of a length of bamboo
in the sand. I was siting back against my favorite tree letting supper
settle. The ever-moving Jennifer squatted in the firelight running a stone
against a spear tip. Brittany was cutting strips of meat from the roast.
We had adapted to one big meal a day. Dinner was no social occasion but
life and death business. Talk during this period had been sparse. The
girls had a whispered conference earlier and I had heard "asshole"
mentioned. I had wondered if they where discussing Jennifer's backside.
Now only the ever-present sounds of the surf filled the void.
I broke the silence. "Just take her the whole damn thing Brittany. It
will spoil by morning."
The blonde looked up me. Her expression was unreadable in the shadowed
firelight.
I knew the girls had been feeding Kimberly the past weeks. I had let
the breech of rules go unenforced. It was an unspoken secret knowledge
between the three of us. I had not seen Kimberly except from a distance
since that last fateful night.
"Tell her I said to enjoy it because that is the last meal from me."
Now both girls stared at me
"That's it. She needs to make up her mind." I added "Tell her I said
there is no help coming."
I believed that was a fact. If someone was truly looking for us than we
would have seen rescue by now. I had no idea what god-forsaken corner of
the earth we had been blown to by that typhoon, but I had not even seen jet
vapor trails in the sky.
"I don't think she will ever do what you want," Brittany said softly.
"Well" I said, "We shall let her starve.'
The girl's exchanged glances.
"I am serious.no more feeding her" I added.
I would like to say that my rule had become an unquestioned absolute
with these two teens. But, the reality was an almost daily negotiation of
status. I had gained a deep understanding of the alpha male position in a
natural setting. Dominance had to be established and reestablished. The
survival abilities of the unit would be handicapped if the weaker where
completely beaten to submission. There was a fine line we walked of
questioned authority and obedience.
I stretched out my feet and wagged my foot.
"Tell her she must crawl here completely naked on her belly like a snake
and lick the sand from my foot " I added. "That is if she wants to live"
I gave the two my "no nonsense" expression and then lay my head back to
stare up at the brilliant night sky.
I heard the shuffling of their feet, some rescinding whispers and then
just the sea.
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The Master's Island Part 9
Author's Note: This scenario was the initial kernel of the story. Think
of the icily cool playmate Kimberly Conrad doing an uninhibited Pamela
Anderson in clinging caked sand. Brittany's model is of course our
favorite nymphet Ms. Spears. Jennifer is a composite of several "the girl
next door" I have known and loved.
The day's activities had fallen into a pattern. Rising with the sun,
search for food, mid-day rest in the shade, search for food, dinner and
night.
I had undiscovered talents. The lounge chair I had constructed using
bamboo and inter-woven palm fronds was amazingly strong and comfortable.
I lay stretched out in the mid-day shade. There was a pleasant ocean
breeze. Jennifer was using a sharpened metal shard to shave the stubble
from my neck. She had an uncanny knack of bringing an incredibly sharp
edge to this homemade razor. She could do this with just a few swipes of
the sandy stone she kept in the pouch dangling on a low slung belt about
her hips.
She swiped the edge down my throat. There was only the slightest
tugging. A mixture of aloe and coconut oil made an excellent lather.
She stuck the blade in a conch shell full of water at her feet and then
wiped the blade with a thick leaf.
"I need to talk to you," she said.
I immediately was alert. The high spirited Jennifer was the designated
spokes person of the two teenagers. I knew that a negotiation session was
forthcoming.
Leaning forward she lifted a finger under my chin and gently tilted my
head. She made another swipe and rinsed the blade. Looking at the edge,
she ran her thumb along it and then pulled out the palm-sized stone and
honed it with some quick exact movements.
"She is really worried about her sister," she said as she re-examined
the blade.
I had expected this confrontation for the past few days. I lay with my
eyes closed, head tilted back and listened. She leaned forward and ran the
razor around my Adam's apple.
"We can't let her starve to death," she added. Flicking her wrist to
finish the swipe.
Using one of the few cotton rags we had salvaged she rinsed and wiped my
neck and face. She stood before me with her hands on her bare hips.
"Kimberly wants to come and talk to you," she said watching me closely.
I had taken the wet cloth from her, stood up and was rubbing my entire
face. I smiled behind the cloth and then went to my stern look and dropped
my hands.
"When?" I asked.
Jennifer was immediately cautious and dropped her eyes and spoke lowly.
"We thought she could come for supper"
She looked up at me with those adorable big eyes.
"Well I will not change my mind, but she can come and talk" I conceded.
Actually some new company would be a welcome change. I found the
thought of seeing the beautiful Kimberly after this length of time would be
a pleasant diversion.
Jennifer clapped her hands "YES!" she exclaimed. She leaned up pressing
herself firmly against me and kissed me.
I broke the kiss.
"But you two slaves had better behave. This will not be a three against
one talk." I said. I touched her cute nose with my finger. " BEST
behavior. You know EXACTLY what I mean," I added.
"Oh we will! I promise" the excited girl was nearly bouncing on her
toes with excitement. "I have to tell Brittany' She whirled and was
running down the beach.
I watched the receding female for a moment. Then sat back down and
started thinking.
Dinner preparation was more involved that evening. The two teenagers
had a vision of the four of us sitting around some kind of Hawaiian luau. I
had quickly vetoed that idea.
I sat in my chair watching the approaching Kimberly and Jennifer come up
the beach. Kimberly looked gorgeously civilized next to the bare- naked
teenager. She had on the same tailored outfit from day one. The clothes
where clean and sharp even if slightly weathered. Her hair was brushed
out, shiny and full of body. She was dark from the sun. She carried a
pair of sandals in her hand as she walked barefoot in the loose sand.
Evidently the girls had been sharing more than food with her as I could she
evidence of some of the homemade cosmetics on her face.
She came and stood before me.
I sat naked reclining in my chair. Brittany, naked and leashed, knelt
quite self -consciously on a grass mat by my side.
"Welcome" I greeted her opening my arms ceremoniously. I gave her a big
smile.
"Sit" I motioned to the woven grasses mat next to me. "Please sit and
be welcome Kimberly"
"Hey Kimberly" Brittany said and made a little wave. She was blushing
furiously.
Kimberly had studiously avoided looking at my penis. She turned and
then demurely lowered herself to the mat tucking her skirt about her folded
legs.
Jennifer busied herself and brought Kimberly and I some food on flat
scrubbed wood plates. It was some cooked fish, strips of fruit, berries
and a cooked starchy root we had discovered recently. After serving us
Kimberly knelt in the sand beside me. I fed the two girls pieces of food
from my plate. This means of serving had been hotly discussed earlier and
had resulted in a recently uncommon spanking for both young females. Now
both chatted unashamedly with our guest only to pause and with their lips
take a offered proffered treat from my fingers. Kimberly consumed her own
food hungrily I thought and finished it quickly.
After dinner Jennifer rose and moved about the fire cleaning up. I
tugged Brittany's leash interrupting her happy recollection of some family
moment with her sister. Looking down at her up turned face I indicated she
was to join me on the chair. She blushed looked at her older sister then
climbed up as if to get beside me. I pulled her so she was in my lap. The
typically warm and responsive girl's movements where wooden.
"Oh please don't make me do anything" she whispered earnestly in my ear
as she settled in my arms. I could tell she was trying to avoid pressing
her bottom on my cock. She had glanced at my lap as if there where a
coiled python there. I smiled at her.
I turned to Kimberly who was had a high flush on her cheeks and had a
set look on her face.
"Now that we are comfortable let's have our talk. I said. I ran my
hand up to cup Brittany's full grapefruit like breast, which I squeezed and
then to began rolling a taut nipple.
"Oh please" Brittany buried her head against my shoulder, whispered and
squirmed. 'It is too embarrassing"
I smiled at Kimberly. "Did the girl's tell you my terms?" I asked
Brittany stiffened and turned to her head to see her sister's response.
I saw Jennifer had stopped moving about and was watching the exchange
closely.
Kimberly stared at me. Then she dropped her eyes.
"I heard," she said very quietly.
"It is not bad here Kimberly' I said "We eat well and sleep in a dry
hut.
I knew the hastily constructed sand floor lean-to she had been living in
had collapsed twice from recent storms. I imagined it was in an advanced
state of disrepair.
Glancing at Kimberly's fingers clutched in her lap I noticed that hard
existence had roughened those hands. The long elegant nails where long
gone. She had lost some weight.
I slid my hand down and between the agitated Brittany's ass. I stroked
and found her sex. My demanding finger found her clit and I began a slow
finger caress.
The young girl shifted in my lap. She breathlessly hissed again in my
ear "Oh no.please"
Despite her protestations her body's natural response betrayed her. Her
quim was wet and warm.
The young teenager buried her face in my shoulder as if to hide her
shame from her older sister.
"Why do you have to be so mean" Kimberly asked abruptly. She had turned
her head and was looking at the sea to avoid the sight of her sibling's
torment.
I sat as if I was considering her question. The hard-bodied teenagers
squirming and protestations had fired my libido and I had an erection.
Brittany was very aware of the throbbing heat pressing her bottom. Her
hand went down and she had gently tried to push my cock from where it
pushed between her thighs.
I lightly slapped her fingers, which she quickly withdrew. Adjusting
her in my lap, lifting my hips and aligning my cock I pressed the mushroom
head against and into her accepting vagina. Her coiled position did not
permit a spread thigh type of full penetration. But I found the partial
immersion was a sensory treat.
She slightly bit my shoulder. I heard a very low pitiful pleading "oh
no, no, no"
I lay my hand on her hip and moved her so there was a slow rhythm
between us.
Looking down at the now watching Kimberly I answered her question.
"I do it because I can' I shrugged. "I like it and these slaves have
few complaints"
The beautiful Kimberly's mouth was tightly set. Suddenly she looked
down and her shoulders began to slightly heave. I realized she was crying.
I had no pity for her.
"Kimberly you want to live here then you will do as I say. You will be
a slave. Otherwise, just get out of here. Go live in your miserable hole
and eat rotten fish. I don't care. You will make up you mind NOW or just
go." I said.
The camp was dead quiet.
Kimberly continued to stare down. She sniffed and I saw her rub her
eyes. Not looking at us she stood turned and with a beaten manner began to
walk away.
Brittany sat up. "Kimberly NO!" she cried out.
Kimberly stopped with her back to us. There was a long moment in time.
Her hands came up and she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. She shrugged it
off her shoulders and let it fall to the sand. Still with her back to us
she reached behind and unclipped her lacy bra and let it fall. She
unfastened her skirt and it dropped about her ankles. Hooking her thumbs
in her tiny panties she pushed them to her knees. I had a tantalizing side
view of a large firm breast when she bent to pull them fully off.
She took a deep breath and turned to us. Holding her hands rigidly at
her side, blushing and looking down she walked forward. She halted a safe
distance from me and stood dejectedly.
She was a beautifully sensual woman. I understood fully now why she had
received so much acclaim when she had posed nude. Large firm up thrust
breasts, the flat stomach, the tapered waist and creamy thighs. She had
shaved her blonde pussy to a strip. I had a passing thought that she was
the blonder sister. She was a perfect vision of Aphrodite.
"Kneel" I said firmly.
Her head came up and our eyes met. She dropped her eyes and slowly
lowered herself to her knees.
I slapped Brittany's ass and told her to move. Standing I went and
stood above Kimberly.
"Kimberly" I said.
Her head came up. My erection was inches from her face. It glistened
with her sister's secretions.
She blinked. Her glaze left my cock and rose till she was looking up at
me.
"You will obey me always. You will completely belong to me. I will be
your Master" I told her.
I turned and walked back to the chair where I sat on the edge and
extended my feet.
"Crawl to me slave girl"
I thought she was going to cry again. But she leaned forward to her
hands and started to crawl.
"No" I barked "Like a snake. Keep your arms at your side. As low as
you can slide."
Her head was hanging down. I heard her take a deep breath and lower
herself fully into the sand. She began a back and forth belly squirm
toward me. She would lift her hips driving those full breasts into the
loose sand and then push forward. She never looked up at me. She left a
furrow in the sand behind her.
I was impressed with her thoroughly demeaning effort to obey me.
She stopped and lay her head by my feet. She was breathing hard.
I sat a sandy foot on the tousled mane of blonde hair.
I looked up and smiled at the two teenagers who stood together watching
this scene of degradation with wide-eyed wonder.
I moved my foot across her head and to lay it back by her face, I
wiggled my toes.
Looking down at the slave I told her 'Lick all the sand from your
Master's feet"
TO BE CONTINUED
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