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Subject: {ASSM} Master's Island Chapter 12
Date: Fri,  6 Apr 2001 21:10:03 -0400
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Master's Island (12)

   I had recently devised a crude but comfortable hammock, which I
suspended between two nearby palms.  I had found that a siesta during the
hot part of the day seemed to fit well in my day's schedule.  It was from
here that I witnessed the next progression of events.

   Over the past few days a new camp status hierarchy had emerged.  The new
order insinuated itself almost completely outside of my awareness.  I came
to realize that Jennifer considered herself "the first wife".

   My lowered male sensitivities missed most of the subtle early signs of a
female power play.  Looking back, of course, all the progressive events and
the final outcome should have been readily foreseeable.

   Immediately upon joining our camp Brittany seemed to have inherited the
"scut" work.  I had assumed that she was attempting to show she could fit
in and ultimately to please me.  She took over the fire detail, cleaning
detail, and all cooking.

   I had witnessed the final moment of rebellion, the resulting
consequences, and initially failed to recognize the significance.  Brittany
had evidently broken a fingernail on a bone while cleaning a fish. 
Jennifer had been dictating instructions to her on how to perform the task
properly while she herself sat against a palm tree sharpening a spear.

   I was disturbed from my nap at the change at the tone of their voices.
Brittany had stood up from her chores and approached Jennifer.  She had
stood above Jennifer and while I could not make out all the words the
tension of the charged moment was highly evident.  Brittany was delivering
a pitched whispered tirade and pointing at the fire, the hut and me.  She
paused to look at me, and then turned to again to shake a finger in
Jennifer's face.

   I watched in dispassionate interest, not really having the energy or
inclination to involve myself in a minor catfight.

   Jennifer had paused in her task and was looking up at her friend with a
slightly puzzled expression.  Abruptly she kicked out her folded leg and
caught Brittany's kneecap with the base of her foot.  Brittany buckled and
collapsed flat in the sand.  Jennifer never moved from her sitting position
but simply extended her arm and her spear so the tip lay under Brittany's
chin.

   Brittany had been attempting to arise when she felt the sharp prick and
realized her position.  Her eyes widened and she stared at her friend in
shock.

   Jennifer spoke something to her in a low tone.

   I figured that this situation was close to getting out of hand.

   "HEY!" I yelled.

   Both girls turned to look at me.

   "ENOUGH!" I said.

   The two girls looked back at each other and there was a long moment. 
Jennifer then withdrew her spear but not without flicking Brittany with the
tip.  I heard Brittany cry out; fall back into the sand as she clutched at
her chin.  Jennifer arose shook her long hair from her face and looked over
her shoulder at me.  She then strode almost defiantly down the beach to the
surf.

   I was going to arise from my hammock and check on Brittany, but she had
shuffled to her feet and returned to her cooking duties with her back to
me. It felt as if the moment had past so I decided to let the matter go.  I
dozed back off.

   Later that night as I returned to the camp from checking the traps I
found a tense atmosphere.  Brittany was huddled in the sand with Jennifer
standing above her.  Both girls watched me approach Brittany with apparent
trepidation and Jennifer with a scowl.  Jennifer immediately advised me of
the situation "Do you know what this stupid BITCH has done?" she said
dramatically.  I smiled slightly and shrugged in puzzlement.  "Look at your
supper!" Jennifer pointed at a smoking charred fish at the edge of the
fire. "I caught your favorite fish for you and she burned it" Jennifer
nudged the prostate Kimberly who looked up at me miserably.  She was
crying. I noticed she had a slight scab on her chin.  "I am so sorry."
Brittany blubbered.  "I only left it a minute and it started b-b-burning."
I shook my head as if in dismay "Damn and I am starving." I said.  Tears
welled in Brittany's eyes and she brought her hands up to her face and
started earnestly sobbing.  "I told you Brittany and now he will whip you
good with the bamboo switch!" Jennifer told her friend triumphantly. 
Actually I had snacked on some raw oysters earlier down at the beach and
had taken the edge off my appetite.  But I thought I might play this out to
see if it went in an interesting direction.  "Jennifer, you whip her.  I am
tired tonight." I announced.  Both girls' heads came up and twisted toward
me at this.  Brittany coughed in the middle of a sob.  A suddenly light
came to Jennifer's eyes and we shared a conspiratorial understanding. 
Brittany stared at me in dismay.  "Oh no....  Not her....  Please!" she
begged.  She had risen to her knees almost in supplication.  "It wont ever
happen again...Master...please don't let her whip me." She sounded pitiful.
She had started crying again.  Jennifer was watching me.  I shrugged my
shoulders in an indifferent manner.  "Try not to brake the skin on her ass
when you whip her." I said in a serious manner.  "We don't need anyone
getting infection out here."

   Brittany crawled to my feet.

   "Oh please don't let her whip me." She pleaded earnestly.  " I have been
trying so hard to do everything right.  She is just so mean.  I can't stand
having her whip me.  It's not fair."

   I pulled my foot from Brittany's clasp.

   "You must learn Brittany." I told me coldly.  I turned and walked over
to the far side of the fire.  I sat down on a rock and prepared to watch
the evening's entertainment.

   Jennifer had walked over to the pile of roof thatching material we had
cut.  She had found a limber bamboo switch.  She tested it by flicking it
in the air.  It made a wicked hissing sound.

   Brittany had risen to a crouch and was watching her friend closely.  Her
head turned and it was apparent she was debating fleeing into the darkness.

   Jennifer made no move to approach her but stood nearly ten feet away.

   "Don't you even think about running off you bad girl, because if you do
you will not be coming back" Jennifer said sternly.  "You can go back and
live with Kimberly and be cold and hungry."

   "Now if you want to live here you must learn the rules." She added.

   Jennifer impressed me.  She seemed to take naturally to the domination
role.

   "You will crawl your ass over here and stick it up in the air and take
your whipping or crawl like a dog off in the darkness.  You have till I
count to ten to decide."

   Jennifer looked at me and smirked.  I shook my head in amazement.

   "ONE!" Jennifer barked.

   Still crouching in the sand Brittany no longer appeared ready to escape.
She looked beaten already.  Her head was bowed and her full but disheveled
blonde tresses covered her face.

   "TWO!"

   Brittany shook her head slowly in a negative fashion.  I heard her sob
something about "not fair"

   "THREE!"

   Dejectedly Brittany fell forward to her hands.  Slowly she began a
shuffling hesitant crawling through the loose sand toward Jennifer.

   "FOUR!" Jennifer added.  "You had better hurry yourself over here or I
will whip you extra."

   Brittany started to scurry.

   "FIVE, SIX, SEVEN..."

   Brittany had reached Jennifer's feet and I heard her make a low mournful
plea.

   "Oh shut up you little cry baby." Jennifer told her.

   Jennifer used the switch to poke at the back of Brittany's head and then
to lightly swat her backside.

   "Now keep that head down and that bottom up." She told her.

   Kimberly was trembling.

   "If you move....  I will switch you extra....  Brittany do you
understand me?"

   I heard Brittany make an affirmative sound.

   "Say it louder so Master can hear you."

   Brittany turned her face toward me so our eyes met.  She looked
miserable.

   "I understand Jennifer." She said plaintively.

   Jennifer impatiently tapped Brittany's up-raised buttocks with the
switch.

   "Higher...push your ass up." Jennifer commanded.

   Brittany strained to arch her bottom up.  I saw a muscle twitch in her
thigh.

   Jennifer finally seemed satisfied at her friend's awkward contortion.

   Jennifer swung her arm back and then back down.  The switch made a
high-pitched whistle and there was a sharp SNAP.  Brittany screamed and
jerked away.  Her hands fluttered at her new burning injury.

   "OH GOD THAT HURTS" she screamed again in a near hysterical tone.

   I saw there was an angry red stripe dead centered across both cheeks. 
Blood drops immediately beaded at the farthest tip of the wound.

   Jennifer seemed surprised with her friend's reaction.  She looked at me
with an expression of amazement.

   I shrugged my shoulders and adapted a concerned expression.  I made an
"ease-up" motion with my hand.  Then I motioned for her to continue. 
Watching these two beautiful naked girls interacting in this show of power
excited me.

   "I am not done yet Brittany.  Now get your ass back where it belongs."
Jennifer ordered.

   Brittany laid prostate in the sand.  Her hands clenched at her butt and
she plainly wanted to rub at the searing agony on her bottom.  But, she had
found immediately that touching the burn only increased the pain.  She was
crying pitifully.

   Jennifer poked her ribs with the switch.

   "Get it up right now Brittany.  This is the last time I tell you."
Jennifer warned.

   Brittany made a low moan and I heard her quietly begging for Jennifer to
"please not to hurt me anymore." But she slowly pushed herself up and
tentatively arched herself as she had been told.  The movement caused the
skin to stretch across her tormented backside and she flinched and for a
moment faltered.

   Then she obediently took the proper position.

   I was very impressed with this desire to obey.

   Jennifer stood above her watching with hands on her hips.

   This time Jennifer pulled on the upswing.  Her arm movement was barely
more than a wrist jerk.  There was still a hiss and satisfying SNAP.

   Brittany's head came up and she gasped and made an agonized wail, but
this time she did not lose her position.  Her arms went back instinctively
to cover her ass causing her hair to fan out and face to burrow into the
loose sand.

   But that cute now doubly striped bottom remained submissively in place.

   My mind raced with possible future erotic plans to exploit Brittany's
weaknesses.  I mused again about my newfound passion for power and how it
excited me.

   Jennifer was watching me.  I held up one finger and mouthed "one more"

   Jennifer nodded.

   The next swing was a compromise between the first two.  But Jennifer did
cruelly bring it down and up so the SNAP of skin contact was on the
underside of Brittany's sweet bottom.

   These new pains on virgin unmarked skin caused Brittany to "leap-frog"
forward and then flatten out.  She made a drawn-out keening sound, which
changed to a series of choking sobs.

   Jennifer dropped to her knees beside her friend.  She began to stroke
her hair and leaned forward to whisper consolations in her ear.  Brittany
curled around toward her and laid her head on Brittany's bent leg.  She
continued to cry.

   I stood.  I had an intense erection and was heavily tempted to screw one
or both the teenagers.  But the intimate manner the way the two friends
held each other made me feel as if my intrusion would constitute a rudeness
at the moment.  I decided it was the girl's time and I would have my
pleasure later.  I went into the hut and stretched out.

   Later I was awoken later by the unmistakable sounds of female passion.

   I rolled over and looked out the hut door into the darkness.  The moon
was full and it's pale light cast an ethereal quality to the two dark
shapes on the white sand.  The wood fire had died but the girl's passion
continued to rage.  I watched as the pale but distinct shape of a gyrating
Jennifer rode a sublime Brittany.  Jennifer fully straddled the prone
newfound submissive's face.  Jennifer had her hands intertwined in
Brittany's thick mane of blonde hair, which she used for purchase as she
ground the other girl's lapping tongue to her spread sex.

   The sounds which had awoken me was Jennifer's shrilly panted command for
her friend to "lick it harder"

   I shook my head in wonder at this new twist in the development our
little society.

   (To be continued)


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