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REV Master's Island 13 {Taoman} {Mf+, oral, anal, bi, spanking}
 Master's Island copyright @2000 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
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Author's Note: This is the complete final revised version. I am
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while there. Comments: thomhobs@hotmail.com


Chapter 13

The Second Month

I had devised a crude but comfortable hammock out of a length of
carpet ripped from the plane's cabin floor.  I had suspended it
with vines 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 set 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, the
sequence of events and the final outcome should have been readily
foreseeable.

Immediately upon joining our camp Brittany seemed to have
inherited the scut work. I 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 did all our cooking.

I witnessed the final moment of rebellion, the resulting
consequences, and initially failed to recognize the significance.
Brittany had evidently cut herself 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 in the tone of their
voices. Brittany stood up from her chores and approached
Jennifer. She 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 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 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 rise when she felt the sharp
prick and realized her position. Her eyes widened and she stared
at her friend in shock.
Jennifer said 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 ordered.

The two girls looked back at each other and there was a long
moment of tension. Jennifer then withdrew her spear but not
without flicking Brittany with its tip. I heard Brittany cry out,
falling back into the sand as she clutched at her chin. Jennifer
rose, 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 get out of 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 seemed as if the moment had past so I
decided to let the matter go. I dozed back off.

Later that night when I returned to the camp after checking the
traps, I found a tense atmosphere. Brittany was huddled in the
sand with Jennifer standing over her. Both girls watched me
approach, Brittany with apparent trepidation, and Jennifer with a
scowl.

Jennifer immediately told me of the situation. "Do you know what
this stupid BITCH has done?" she said dramatically.

I smiled slightly and shrugged.
"Look at your supper!" Jennifer exclaimed, pointing 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 prostrate Brittany 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. 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'm too tired tonight," I
announced.

Both girls' heads came up and twisted toward me at this. Brittany
coughed in the middle of a sob. A sudden 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 in supplication. "It won't
ever happen again... Master... please don't let her whip me." She
sounded pitiful. She started crying again.

Jennifer was watching me. I shrugged my shoulders in an
indifferent manner. "Try not to break any more of her skin when
you whip her," I said in a serious manner. "We don't need anyone
getting an 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 leg away from Brittany's grasp.

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

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

Brittany rose 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
dominating role. "You will crawl your ass over here, stick it up
in the air and take your whipping or crawl off like a dog 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 on her hands. Slowly she began
a shuffling hesitant crawl through the loose sand toward
Jennifer.

"FOUR!" Jennifer added, "You 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 crybaby," Jennifer exclaimed.

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 said.

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

Brittany made 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...  Get your ass up higher!" Jennifer
commanded.

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

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

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

"OH GOD THAT HURTS!" she screamed 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 at her friend's reaction. She looked at
me with an expression of amazement.

I shrugged my shoulders and adopted 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 lay prostrate in the sand. Her hands clenched at her
butt and she plainly wanted to rub at the searing agony of her
wound. But she 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 moaned softly and I heard her quietly begging Jennifer
to "please not to hurt me anymore." But she slowly pushed herself
up and tentatively arched her body as she had been told. The
movement caused the skin to stretch across her tormented
backside. She flinched and, for a moment, faltered. Then she
obediently took the proper position.

I was very impressed with her desire to obey.

Jennifer stood above her watching with hands on her hips.

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

Brittany's head came up. She gasped and let out 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 ahead with possible 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
leapfrog 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 teenagers. But the intimate manner the two
friends held each other made me feel as if my intrusion would
constitute rudeness at the moment. I decided it was the girls'
time and I would take my pleasure later. I went into the hut and
stretched out.

Later I was awakened by the unmistakable sounds of female
passion.

I rolled over and looked out the hut door into the darkness. The
moon was full and its 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 ghostly 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 that she used for purchase as she ground the other
girl's lapping tongue against her spread sex.

The sounds that had awakened me were Jennifer's shrilly panted
commands for her friend to "lick it harder."

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



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