Title: BikiniVivor
Author: Knickers
Universe: Nicola Adventures
Keywords: FF, Fdom, exhib
Summary: When a reality show goes wrong, Nicola and Angela are stranded together.

Disclaimer: The following story contains sex 
scenes and rude words. It's fairly tame, and 
I'm pretty broad-minded, but the decency laws 
in most states would require it not be read by 
persons under 18. Also, if you're offended by 
adult themes, you should probably leave now. 

More importantly, this tale features women 
presented as sexual objects. There is nothing 
wrong with this as they are only fictional 
characters. I urge readers, especially young 
males, to not regard real women in this way.

This work is © 2002,2003 the author. Permission 
is granted to freely distribute, provided it is 
not altered in any way. It may not be posted 
to any website or included in any archive 
without the author's permission.

There is no Nicola. All characters are 
fictitious. The situations are made-up. This 
is only a fantasy, and any similarity to real 
persons, events & institutions is pure 
coincidence.

The "Nicola Adventures" are a series of erotic 
stories about an Australian model-turned-
actress who travels to Hollywood to find 
stardom. They are to date: (in reading order)

1. Nicola's Hot Screen Test
2. Nicola & the Helpful Angel
3. Bikini Audition
4. Shutterbug Starlets
5. Bikini Stewardesses Go Mile High
6. Hollywood Party Hostesses
7. Nicola: Live & Uncensored
8. Carwash Cuties 
9. Nicola Gets A Woody
10. Bikini Christmas Carol
11. Sex Kitten
12. Bikini Sorority House Party 
13. Bikini Audition 2: The Wrath of Angela
14. Best in Show
15. Knickers Down in Acapulco
16. InfoNicola 
17. Undercover Starlet 
18. BikiniVivor <-

Please don't email me asking for the other 
stories. Visit the website at 
http://www.asstr.org/~knickers . As well as 
all the episodes, you'll find author's notes, 
reader feedback, and movie reviews.

BikiniVivor (FF Fdom exhib)

Nicola, enjoying the sensation of the warm 
Caribbean sunshine on her body and the sea-air 
running through her long, chestnut-colored hair, 
raised her chin and pushed her bikini-covered 
boobs out.

"Great, great," said her photographer, snapping 
off shots of the stunning starlet. "Now give the 
camera a real kittenish look."

Nicola battered her eyelashes, casting him a 
cock-stiffening 'come hither' look with her baby 
blue eyes.

"Excellent!" the photographer enthused. "Now 
reach behind your back and untie your top."

Without hesitation, Nicola's nimble fingers were 
untying the knot that held her tiny white bikini 
top in place. She removed the unnecessary item of 
clothing and placed it on the deck of the launch 
for safekeeping. Needless to say, the ex-model 
turned actress had no tan lines. Now topless, 
Nicola went back to posing, the camera catching 
plenty of shots of her delicious, tits.

Now this was heaven, thought Nicola with a smile. 
She was on a launch zooming through the Caribbean 
Sea, heading out for her latest assignment. 
Nicola Baron, Australian-born B-movie starlet, 
had been hired for a new reality series called 
'BikiniVivor'. It was basically a rip-off of 
'Survivor', except that instead of a bunch of no-
talent nobodies, the contestants would be a bevy 
of gorgeous actresses and models, all of them 
doing whatever it takes to win the game.

And, unlike Survivor, BikiniVivor would be a 
little more... risqué. The show would screen on 
cable television, so it would be anything goes on 
this program.

Which is why, as she was being jet-boated to the 
location, Nicola was posing half-naked for a few 
publicity stills.

Nicola licked her lips. Her pert nipples were 
slightly erect, her bare torso glistening with 
suntan lotion. Nude modeling came second nature 
to the uninhibited Aussie so that as she posed, 
her mind wandered.

She still didn't know all that much about 
BikiniVivor. All she'd been told was that she'd 
be taken to an island and participate in a series 
of challenges and eliminations, most of which 
would require the girls to parade their bodies in 
revealing swimsuits before taking them off. Well, 
thought Nicola, no problems there. She had a 
superb 38-25-35 body, and was more than willing 
to show it off, especially to advance her career.

However, there was one little dark cloud on the 
horizon.

Angela Monroe. Out of the corner of her eye, 
Nicola cast a sideways glance at her long-time 
nemesis. She was a beautiful starlet- tall, very 
slim and a little muscular, her small, perky 
breasts barely concealed in a black bikini top. 
They'd been bitter enemies since Nicola first 
arrived in Hollywood almost a year ago. Their 
fiery relationship had recently cooled to the 
point where they could stand to be near each 
other without catfighting, but that was about it. 

Like Nicola, Angela had also been hired to appear 
on BikiniVivor. Was it just a coincidence they 
were here together?

Angela sat alone near the rear of the boat, 
brushing out her long, raven-colored mane. She 
glanced over at Nicola, and the Aussie starlet 
quickly looked away. No need to antagonize her, 
she cautioned herself.

Nicola switched her attention back to the 
cameraman. She slipped into a classic modeling 
technique, the subject should do everything in 
her power to seduce to camera. Nicola was very 
good at it. A little too good- on more than one 
occasion, she'd wound up on the floor of the 
studio fucking her photographer.

Suddenly, there was a bump, and the whole boat 
shuddered. Nicola squealed as she was thrown to 
the deck.

"What happened?" cried Angela.

The boat's pilot fought with the controls. "I 
don't know. We hit something. We'll have to 
abandon ship."

Pandemonium broke out. The boat was staggering in 
the water, lurching back and forth. The engine 
throbbed half-heartedly then died. Nicola barely 
caught sight of the other three before the launch 
shuddered again.

Next thing the starlet knew she was flailing 
about in the water. "Make for that island!" 
someone shouted. Splashing wildly, Nicola began 
to swim towards a sandy atoll a short distance 
away. It had all happened so quickly her pretty 
head could barely take in what was going on. 

It seemed like forever, stroking through the 
water. At last her feet touched sandy bottom, and 
she was able to drag her body up onto the golden 
beach.

Her semi-naked body. Nicola remembered that she'd 
left her bikini top on the boat, and the only 
thing covering her exquisite breasts was a 
coating of sand stuck to her wet, glistening 
physique.

Great, she thought. Panting, she rolled over and 
looked out across the sea. Nothing. No sign of 
the boat. And no sign of other survivors.

I'm marooned, she wailed silently. Alone on a 
deserted island!

Suddenly, a coughing, spluttering figure emerged 
from the crystal-blue waters. A very attractive 
figure, dressed in a skimpy black bikini.

Great, thought Nicola. This just gets better and 
better...

**********

"There are other islands out there," said Angela, 
peering out toward the expanse of blue. "The 
pilot and the photographer must've swum out to 
one of them."

Nicola's brow was knit with worry. "What'll we 
do?" she moaned.

Angela let out a sigh. "We're stuck here." She 
turned away from the achingly vast and empty 
vista, turning her attention to the clump of 
jungle that made up the island's interior. 
"There's nothing we can do for now. We should do 
some exploring," Angela declared. With that she 
set off along the beach.

Nicola looked ruefully after her. Already little 
miss bossy was telling her what to do. But, for 
better or for worse, they were in this together. 
So Nicola scampered down the beach after her.

The island was beautiful. It was like something 
out of the movies- shimmering blue sea, golden 
beaches, dense green jungle. Nicola thought that 
if it weren't for their predicament, this would 
be a wonderful holiday.

"Look!" cried Angela, snapping Nicola out of her 
dreamy wanderings. A short way down the beach was 
what looked very much like a shelter of some 
kind. They approached carefully, wary that 
someone might be there already, but it was pretty 
clear the little hut was deserted and had been 
for some time.

It was a rough and ready shack, the walls built 
from bits of driftwood, with palm fronds for a 
roof. Despite the dilapidated appearance it was 
sturdy enough. Angela looked inside, pleased at 
her discovery. Sunlight filtered in, illuminating 
her sharp face, her shining eyes. The floor was 
reasonably clean, lined with more palm fronds. To 
the exhausted Nicola, it looked like a good spot 
to curl up and go to sleep.

"And look!" Angela picked up a battered aluminum 
pot sitting on the ground. Inside was a box of 
matches and a knife, all in excellent condition.

"What a stroke of luck!" grinned the raven-haired 
beauty.

Nicola frowned. It was lucky. Too lucky? "Don't 
you think it's a little strange?" she asked. "All 
this on a deserted island?"

"Oh, come on," Angela snorted. "Obviously someone 
else was shipwrecked here once before. If they 
survived to be rescued, so can we." She stood 
imperiously in the doorway of their modest abode, 
hands on hips. "As long as we do what I say, 
we'll get through this just fine."

Uh oh, thought Nicola.

**********

"This island needs a name. I call it Angel 
Island, in honor of its discoverer."

Thus making this proclamation, Angela decided to 
do some more exploring. She told Nicola to remain 
at the shelter while she strode off into the 
jungle.

Apprehensive, Nicola watched her pushing her way 
into the bush. With nothing better to do, she set 
about tidying up the shelter.

Then she perched her bottom on a fallen coconut 
tree, and stared out across the ocean. This was a 
bad situation. But, of course, they'd be missed 
when they failed up show up for BikiniVivor. And 
then the search parties would come looking for 
them. All they had to do was survive until then.

Nicola's tummy growled, reminding her she hadn't 
eaten in a while. Scrounging around she managed 
to find two coconuts. Despite her hunger, Nicola 
decided to wait until Angela returned.

Although it was warm, Nicola shivered slightly. 
She surprised herself by wishing that Angela 
would come back soon.

Sure enough, heralded by the sound of crashing 
through the undergrowth, Angela reappeared.

"The island's not very big," she explained. "And 
we're definitely alone. There's a small spring 
not far from here, so we're alright for water."

"I've got a lovely pair of coconuts," said 
Nicola, holding her bounteous duo at chest level. 
Belatedly, she remembered Angela was very 
sensitive about the size of her breasts. But if 
the raven-haired beauty thought Nicola was taking 
a crack at her tiny, cone-shaped boobs she didn't 
say anything.

Just then, Nicola glanced down, noticing that 
Angela had not returned from her little adventure 
with her already brief wardrobe intact. Somewhere 
along the way, she'd lost her bikini bottoms, and 
her dark, well-trimmed muff was completely bare.

Nicola suppressed a giggle. Angela looked down, 
realizing the source of her mirth.

"Fuck!" she yelled. "Give me your bikini 
bottoms," she demanded.

"What!" exclaimed Nicola. "No way!"

"Look, if we're ever rescued, one of us has to be 
decently dressed."

Nicola thought about it. That made sense. Two 
starlets, one topless and the other bottomless. 
Wouldn't look too good.

"But why should it be you?" Nicola replied.

Angela folded her arms and patiently explained 
her case. "Either you can give me your bottoms, 
or I can give you my top. But there's no way my 
bikini top is going to cover those over-sized 
udders you've got swinging off your chest."

Nicola didn't have an answer to that. She looked 
at what Angela was wearing, two tiny black 
triangles that just concealed her pointy little 
tits. There was no way it would fit over her 
massive boobs.

"I guess you're right..." Nicola replied. Angela 
gave a gentle, condescending smile, her beautiful 
eyes sparkling.

"Of course I am," she murmured. "Now, please, 
your bikini bottoms?"

Reluctantly, Nicola reached down to the two 
knots, riding high on her shapely hips, holding 
her bottoms together. With considerably less 
enthusiasm than when she had removed her top only 
a couple of hours ago, Nicola's elegant fingers 
worried away at the ties. First one and then the 
other came loose, and the tiny strip of white 
material fell away, revealing Nicola's in all her 
naked glory. She'd had a bikini wax just 
yesterday (especially for the show) and her pubic 
hair was a very thin furry strip that did little 
to hide her pink pussy lips.

She handed it over. Although Angela didn't say a 
word, but there was something of an air of 
victory about her, an ever-so-slight smirk. 
Nicola was now not only castaway but completely 
naked as well. 

The Aussie starlet stood uncomfortably, trying to 
casually conceal her charms as Angela tied the 
bikini bottoms onto her own luscious body. She'd 
been nude in public plenty of times before, 
surrounded by staring strangers, but there was 
something surreal about this particular situation 
that made her want to at least drape a hand over 
her crotch.

"Well," said Angela, satisfied. "Now let's see 
about getting something to eat."

**********

After smashing them open on a rock, they gorged 
themselves on coconut flesh. Nicola was so hungry 
she raised hers to her mouth, splashing white 
coco milk down her bare boobs. Angela, sitting 
across from her, looked at the glistening liquid 
pouring down Nicola's chest and licked her lips.

Night fell. Nicola sat and watched the stars 
twinkling above, set in the dark blue velvet of 
the sky. The silence was deafening, the only 
sound the gentle lapping of the ocean at the edge 
of the sandy shore that marked the boundary of 
their little world.

We'll be rescued soon, Nicola told herself. We'll 
be missed by now.

"Time for bed," announced Angela. She went into 
their little hut and settled herself on the 
floor, her back to Nicola. Soon she was fast 
asleep, snoring in a very unlady-like fashion.

Nicola sighed. She had something of a submissive 
streak in her character. Sure, she knew what she 
wanted out of her career and she had the will to 
make it happen, but truth be told, if someone- 
anyone- wanted to fuck her, she usually submitted 
to their desires.

And now, Angela was taking the lead, making it 
clear she was in charge. Nicola could feel that 
familiar desire to submit and please, even to her 
long-time nemesis.

Nicola lingered outside, if only to demonstrate 
that it wasn't time for bed as far as she was 
concerned. But fatigue quickly got the better of 
her, and the little starlet soon joined her 
raven-haired companion. She chose a spot as far 
away from Angela as the cramped shelter allowed, 
and curled up in a tight little ball of naked 
flesh on floor.

**********

Sometime in the middle of the night, Nicola 
awoke.

Shivering.

"I'm cold!" Nicola wailed. It didn't help that 
she was bare-ass naked. Her boobs were freezing!

There was a movement behind her. Angela.

Suddenly, Nicola could feel the familiar warmth 
of a body pressing up against her. Warm female 
flesh, snuggling against her, a pair of small, 
pointy breasts pushing into her back, a crotch 
rubbing up against her bottom. Arms wrapped 
around her waist, hands cupping her bare boobs.

Angela's voice was husky and heavy with sleep. 
"Is that better?"

Nicola's eyes were as wide as saucers. Was this 
the same Angela she'd been feuding with for 
almost a year? The bi-sexual Nicola had always 
been attracted to her, and on one particular 
occasion they'd even had sex, but that had been a 
bet that Angela lost and she'd made no attempt to 
hide her disgust.

And now she was groping Nicola, wriggling her 
lithe body against her in the darkness. 
"Yes, thank-you," whispered Nicola. It was 
better. Much, much better. She could feel the 
heat radiating off Angela, warming her chilled 
little body.

But there was no reply. Nicola could feel her 
breath, hot on the nape of her neck, rising and 
falling in a regular rhythm. Warm and comforting. 

A smile crept across Nicola's lips. She wiggled 
her ass, pressing back into her strange 
bedfellow's crotch. A feeling of contentment 
glowed in her pussy, and Nicola soon drifted off 
into a pleasurably deep sleep.

**********

Nicola awoke to a glorious morning. The sun had 
risen, casting brilliant sheets of golden light 
across the calm blue ocean. The starlet couldn't 
remember the last time she'd slept so well.

Angela was up already. She stood on the beach 
just outside their hut. She'd made some kind of 
belt out of vines, and was just securing the 
knife around her slender waist. In her unmatched 
black and white bikini halves, the muscular, 
raven-haired beauty looked like a sexy, female 
version of Tarzan.

A tumult of strange emotions washed over Nicola. 
Normally, the sight of Angela made her feel 
nervous, or worried, as she wondered what nasty 
scheme she was about to pull next. But after 
spending the night cuddled up together on a 
deserted island, Nicola felt a rush of something 
else. Sexual desire, certainly. She always 
thought Angela was pretty hot, no matter what 
torments she unleashed. But along with this was a 
curious aching, similar to that she'd felt with 
her friend Jennifer.

Was Nicola developing some kind of affection for 
Angela?

Angela just finished tying the knife and was 
adjusting its position on her naked thigh when 
she noticed Nicola staring at her. "I've been 
thinking..." Angela began.

"Me too," said Nicola, but Angela carried on 
talking as if she'd hadn't even spoken.

"... we should divide up duties between us. I'll 
take care of all the hunting and finding of food, 
while you stay here to cook and look after the 
camp."

Nicola thought about that for a moment "OK," she 
replied.

"Good," said Angela, satisfied that her command 
decision had been accepted. "Be a good girl and 
get a fire going. I'll be back soon with 
breakfast." With a toss of her dark hair, she 
marched off down the beach.

Nicola set about starting the fire, an easy 
enough task thanks to the box of matches they'd 
found yesterday, along with the knife and the pot 
in the ready-built hut. Nicola still found it 
hard to believe they'd had such a stroke of luck 
finding these things here waiting for them. But 
what other explanation was there, other than an 
earlier castaway had left them?

Nicola found a palm frond and began sweeping out 
the sand that had blown into the hut. Ruefully, 
she reflected that Angela had chosen for herself 
the dominant, masculine role of the hunter, while 
Nicola was relegated to staying at home with the 
domestic chores.

Like a wee wifey.

Still, with surroundings like this, who wouldn't 
mind being cooped up at home? The warm Caribbean 
sunshine beat down on Nicola's naked body. Her 
golden all-over tan would be even deeper and 
richer by the time they were finally rescued. 

Really, it was just like being on holiday.

Nicola allowed herself a naughty smile. She 
tossed aside her 'broom'. Enough housework for 
one day!

With a whoop of joy, the naked Australian 
scampered down the sparkling sandy beach and 
dived into the sea. She emerged a moment later, 
water streaming down her body. She splashed 
around in the water for a while longer, enjoying 
the sensation of the sun and surf on her bare 
skin.

Back home in Australia, Nicola had been a little 
too inhibited to swim naked, although topless and 
even nude bathing was fairly popular. It had only 
been since arriving in Hollywood that she'd 
discovered the true joys of getting one's kit 
off. However, in the prudish USA such pastimes 
were frowned upon, and Nicola had to wait until a 
holiday in Mexico before she got her first real 
taste of naturism.

It was such a shame there was no-one around to 
watch the gorgeous, naked Australian frolicking 
in paradise.

Finally, she hauled herself out of the surf and 
walked back to the camp, plonking her bottom down 
on the fallen palm tree. Her bare skin glistened 
in the sun with a million droplets of water.

Angela returned, victoriously wielding a crayfish 
in each hand. "Breakfast is served!" she 
announced. Then she scowled, looking about the 
camp.

"Didn't you go fill up the pail with water?"

Nicola shrugged. "Not yet. I'd just gone for a 
swim..."

"A swim!" Angela exclaimed. She dropped the crays 
and placed her hands on her hips. "Look, 
Knickers, we need to pull together if we're going 
to get through this. Now you get off your pretty 
little ass and go get some water."

Nicola blushed furiously. She didn't like being 
told off, but she didn't try and argue with 
Angela either. Her face burning with shame, 
Nicola stood up and dusted the sand from her 
backside. She picked up the battered pot they'd 
found and turned towards Angel Island's jungle-
choked interior.

"Move it!" yelled Angela, and lashed out, landing 
a vicious slap on Nicola's temptingly bare ass. 
The Aussie starlet yelped and scuttled off into 
the bush. It wasn't too hard to find the spring, 
as Angela had cut a trail.

Nicola returned a little sheepish, slopping water 
from the pail. Angela was sitting on a rock, 
whittling away at a lump of driftwood. Nicola 
popped their only cooking vessel on the fire and 
waited for the water to boil.

The starlet cast glances in Angela's direction. 
She looked very tasty, dressed in her bikini. Her 
trim body bulged with muscles and the knife 
around her waist lent her a manly quality. It's 
probably that what's making her so attractive, 
thought Nicola. In their present predicament she 
found herself wanting a strong protector, and 
Angela had stepped into that role.

"Um, about last night..." Nicola began. Angela 
looked up from her carving.

"Think nothing of it," she replied with a wave of 
her arm. "You were cold, we were sharing body 
heat. Just doing what any good leader would do."

Nicola's heart flip-flopped. Only 'sharing body 
heat'. She was hoping it was something more 
physical. 

Suddenly, Angela stood up. She bent over Nicola 
and gently brushed her fingers across her cheek. 
"I hope it did the trick," she said in what 
Nicola could've sworn was a husky, come-to-bed 
voice.

With breakfast finished, Angela once again 
disappeared somewhere the beach. Nicola, left 
behind to tend the fire (which had been loaded 
with greenery to produce a thick plume of smoke), 
watched her tasty little ass slink away. 

What was going on? Angela had always made it 
clear she loathed Nicola. Recently, the dark-hair 
temptress had seemed to accept that Nicola was 
staying in Hollywood and wasn't about to go back 
home to Australia, but that was a long way from 
flirting with her.

And as far as Nicola knew, Angela was strictly 
straight. Sure, they'd fucked once before, but 
that had been a job, a TV promotion. And she'd no 
doubt done pseudo-les scenes on the various soft 
porn videos and movies that made up Angela's body 
of work. But while it was well known Nicola was 
hot for pussy, Angela had a reputation for being 
repulsed by the thought of fucking another woman. 

Nicola wondered if this adventure wasn't going to 
see her and her mortal enemy getting very, very 
close.

**********

The day passed with no sign of rescue. Nicola was 
still a little anxious about this, but it seemed 
they were settling in fine. They had shelter, 
freshwater and plenty of food.

And company.

It was evening. The cool night air provided the 
castaway starlets with a comforting respite from 
the burning heat of the day. They relaxed in 
their camp after polishing off a meal of coconuts 
and fish, which Angela had caught in a rock pool 
on the other side of their little atoll.

Nicola was getting pretty used to being nude. It 
was very relaxing, not having to worry about 
clothing. But what about when they made it back 
to civilization? Could she go back to wearing 
itchy, claustrophobic clothes again? Would Nicola 
be cursed to spend the rest of her days bare-
assed naked? With a wry smile, she contemplated 
what that would do for her career!

Across from her, Angela sat whittling. The lump 
of driftwood was taking shape: it was about eight 
inches long, roughly cylindrical, and very 
smooth. Nicola wondered what on earth it could 
be.

Angela glanced up from her work and caught Nicola 
staring at her. The Aussie starlet blushed and 
looked away. When she glanced back, Angela was 
giving her a hungry look.

"Well," said Nicola, "I guess it's time for bed." 
She stood up and made a b-line for the hut.

"Yes," Angela agreed. She leapt to her feet and 
made for the shelter too. They both tried to walk 
through the entrance at the same time and bumped 
together.

Nicola almost felt a spark of electricity between 
them as Angela brushed against her bare flesh. 
Her nipples sprang to attention and, being 
uncovered, betrayed her arousal. Angela's eyes 
were shining bright, reflecting the silver 
moonlight.

Suddenly, Angela lunged forward. She seized 
Nicola by the waist and planted a wet kiss on her 
ruby-red lips. Nicola's eyes bulged in surprise. 
Was this the same Angela who'd tried to make her 
life a misery?

Angela's tongue snaked out, slithering around 
Nicola's wet and willing mouth. Recovering from 
the shock, Nicola responding warmly to Angela's 
advances and in a moment the starlets were 
kissing. 

Angela probed Nicola's mouth aggressively. Nicola 
responding by obediently sucking on her tongue, 
slurping away in satisfaction. Angela's hands 
roamed all over Nicola's bare body, giving her a 
groping only the horniest of Hollywood producers 
could aspire to. Buck naked, there was little 
Nicola could do to protect herself, even if she 
wanted to. Angela squeezed her hefty boobs and 
slid two fingers in her moist pussy.

Nicola was now moaning in mutual ecstasy, and a 
little pain, as Angela's vigorous affections were 
a little rough. 

With a gasp they broke the kiss. Nicola was 
panting with desire, and Angela wasted no time. 
She pushed the Aussie starlet to the sandy floor 
and began a vicious assault upon Nicola's tits, 
greedily guzzling away on her nipples.

Angela reached down to her waist, pulling away 
her bikini bottoms (or rather, Nicola's bikini 
bottoms), baring her own hungry cunt to the cool 
night air. She took the upper hand in their 
lovemaking, positioning herself on top of Nicola. 
The arduous nuzzling of Nicola's breasts was 
accompanied by an equally forceful assault on her 
pussy, magic fingers digging into the deliciously 
soft folds of her drooling cunt. If she weren't 
panting so much, Nicola would've cried out in 
pain.

By the time Angela had finished ravishing her 
sensitive nipples, Nicola was crying out in 
desire, begging for Angela to fuck her. The 
raven-haired beauty obliged her with a smirk, 
bringing her own sopping wet pussy into contact 
with Nicola's and began to vigorously grind away.

There was something about the way Angela was 
going to work on Nicola. It wasn't like the sex 
she'd had with her friend Jennifer, which had 
been so soft and tender. Nor was it like the sex 
she'd had with the legion of men she'd met over 
the past year, none of them had set upon Nicola's 
tender body with quite the zeal Angela was 
displaying.

It was almost as if she was taking all her 
jealously and hatred of Nicola and turned it into 
an overwhelming desire to force-fuck the Aussie 
starlet. 

Angela's beautiful face was inches away from 
Nicola's. She was grunting with the effort, 
rubbing her crotch against Nicola's.

The friction was delicious.

Despite her anxiety about Angela's sexual desire, 
Nicola was being carried away on a wave of 
rapture. Anyway, there was little she could do 
about it but lie back and enjoy the ride.

Or rather, enjoy being ridden.

And ridden Nicola was, as, crying out with glee, 
her nemesis fucked her long and hard into the 
night.

**********

Nicola, tired and sore, awoke with a groan to the 
morning night. 

Angela was no-where to be seen, obviously having 
set out to hunt for breakfast. Doubtless Nicola 
would need a hearty meal to keep up her strength 
if Angela intended another night of debauchery.

The naked starlet decided there was nothing that 
would perk her up more than a morning skinny-dip! 
She dashed out across the beach and once again 
dived into the cool, clear water.

Nicola swam under the water, enjoying the 
sensation of her nude body immersed in the ocean. 
Blue and white ripples of light played across her 
bare skin. A girl could get used to a life like 
this! A night of hot, vigorous lesbian sex, 
followed by a quick dip, before enjoying a 
sumptuous breakfast of fresh seafood.

She emerged from the sea and made her way back to 
the camp. Angela had returned and was sitting by 
the fire, a couple of fresh-speared fish by her 
side. Once again she had her lump of driftwood 
and was fashioning it into that long, smooth 
shape. As Nicola approached, Angela looked up 
from her work.

"Mmm, wet and naked is definitely a good look for 
you," she said.

Nicola blushed. She was used to receiving some 
very forward compliments, but certainly not from 
Angela. "Shall I get breakfast on?" she asked, 
pointing at the fish.

"I've got your breakfast, alright," Angela 
replied with a smirk. "Right here." She pulled 
aside her bikini bottoms exposing her pussy.

Nicola gaped in shock. To be honest, these days 
it took quite a bit to shock the once-shy 
starlet, and being propositioned so blatantly by 
her archrival did the trick.

Impatient at the delay, Angela grabbed Nicola by 
the wrist and gave her a yank. Nicola fell to the 
sand on her knees, her face inches away from 
Angela's glistening crotch.

"Knickers," she said in a stern voice, "please 
don't make me have to ask you twice."

The musky odor of Angela's desire assailed 
Nicola's nostrils. Resigned, she extended her 
tongue and buried her face into the heat 
radiating from between Angela's thighs.

Angela threw back her raven-colored mane in 
moaned in unashamed delight. "Faster, faster, 
more!" she cried. Nicola's tongue slithered 
across the juicy folds of her cunt, licking for 
all she was worth.

"Good girl," Angela murmured. She dropped a hand 
to Nicola's bobbing head and affectionately ran 
her fingers through her hair. 

Nicola barely noticed, she closed her eyes and 
lost herself in the task of bringing Angela to 
the peak of ecstasy. Her pretty model's face was 
wet with a combination of Angela's flowing juices 
and her own saliva.

The tip of her tongue pushed the folds of her 
labia to the bud of Angela's clitoris, bloated 
with desire, and teased it like a ripe cherry.

Angela's body began to quiver, her well-toned 
stomach muscles rippling. Her cunt muscles were 
trembling as well, building up to a mighty 
orgasm. 

She let out a howl of pleasure. Angela's clamped 
her thighs together, nearly catching Nicola in a 
deadly leg lock. The Aussie starlet extricated 
herself from her position under Angela's tender 
regions. Her chin, her cheeks and her cute little 
nose were liberally coated with Angela's love-
slime. The tall, slim beauty let out a laugh at 
the sight.

"Oh, Knickers! If they put that face on a 
magazine cover they'd sell a million copies."

Nicola blushed furiously. She tried to wipe away 
the gunk with her fingers but only succeeded in 
getting herself even messier. That made Angela 
laugh all the more.

Nicola scurried down to the sea to wash herself 
off. When she came back, Angela was once more 
working on her carving.

A light bulb suddenly went on over Nicola's head. 
It was more than obvious what Angela was making!

"Is that what I think it is?" Nicola asked 
slowly. Angela gave her an evil grin. "Almost 
ready," she replied.

Nicola's tummy fluttered with anxiety. She had a 
pretty healthy sexual appetite, but the thought 
of Angela going to work on her tender pussy with 
that monster gave even her concern. 

"I'll go and get some fresh water," she murmured, 
and grabbing the pail, set off into the jungle.

As she made her way through the little path 
Angela had pioneered through the dense greenery, 
Nicola's worries grew. As much as she had enjoyed 
last night, Angela was not acting herself. 
Something odd was going on. Perhaps being 
castaway had done something to her mind? Made her 
deserted-island-crazy?

Or maybe it was something else? Maybe being alone 
had brought her innermost desires to the surface? 
Perhaps all along, all Angela had wanted to do 
was jump on top of Nicola and fuck her like a 
bitch?

As she made her way up the track, Nicola was 
grateful that Angela had cut it to make going to 
the spring a little easier. Being naked, Nicola 
had no defense against the branches and brambles 
that threatened to scratch her cute ass if she 
wasn't too careful. 

She arrived at the spring. It was little more 
than a pool of water in the ground, with a few 
stray bubbles betraying the fact that it was a 
spring and not a puddle. Nicola filled the pail 
by lying it on its side and scooping up water, 
then made her way back to the camp.

When she returned, Angela had staked the fish out 
over the fire to grill and they were almost 
ready. Nicola's tummy was rumbling, after all the 
sex she was starving!

They ate in silence. Nicola cast glances over at 
Angela's piece of handicraft, wondering if she 
really intended using it on her. Angela cast 
hungry glances over at the nude Nicola, her gaze 
suggesting that instead of barbecued fish she'd 
much rather be nibbling on Nicola's nipples.

"By the way," said Nicola, hoping to make some 
innocent conversation, "thanks for cutting that 
trail out to the spring."

"That was there already," Angela replied. Her 
meal finished, she took her carving firmly in 
hand.

"Time to take him for a test drive," she said, 
eyeing up Nicola. Angela picked up more lengths 
of vine and secured the smooth driftwood to her 
crotch. It poked out erect, obscenely bobbing to 
and fro as Angela marched toward Nicola.

If it wasn't obvious before it sure was now. 
Angela had made a dildo, and now seemed intent on 
using it on Nicola.

"P-perhaps later," she stammered, eyeing up the 
monster. "It's too soon after breakfast."

"Knickers," Angela commanded in a stern voice. 
"Get into that hut and assume the position."

Nicola swallowed. This was a deserted island, 
there was nowhere to run. Sooner or later Angela 
was going to ream her cunt with that thing.

Resigned to her fate, Nicola stepped into their 
cabin. She went down on all fours, presenting her 
delicious backside to Angela's not-so-tender 
lusts.

Her dark eyes shining, the lithe beauty wasted no 
time. She stepped behind the hapless Nicola, 
cooing gently and stroking her quivering flanks. 
Nicola closed her eyes and shivered. Once more, 
she felt that warm, comforting glow in her pussy, 
the burning need to be fucked. No matter what her 
reservations, Nicola knew in a moment or two she 
would crying out for Angela to fuck her harder.

Angela's roaming fingers glided across Nicola's 
bare skin reminding both of them how her nudity 
made her vulnerable, as if the very fact that she 
was running the island naked gave Angela the 
right to make her her bitch.

After skimming across Nicola's backside, Angela's 
finger's traced a line down the crack of her ass 
and probed tenderly into her pussy.

The lips hung open, slack and greedy. Nicola let 
out a barely suppressed moan. Angela's fingertips 
came away coated with the telltale slime of the 
Aussie starlet's hunger. Her cunt was drooling in 
anticipation. Angela grinned.

"You want this, don't you sweetheart?"

"Yes," Nicola gasped, as Angela's fingers 
continued to slither about inside the softest 
part of her anatomy.

"Shout it out," Angela crowed. "There's no-one 
else here to hear you."

"Yes!" Nicola cried. Her breathing was ragged, 
she was gasping with sexual need, her body 
trembling.

"Yes, what?" Angela asked, savoring the moment, 
enjoying the feeling of power she finally had 
over her nemesis.

"Fuck me!" Nicola blurted on, in a yell that was 
loud enough to hear clear across the island- if 
there'd been anyone to hear it. "Fuck me!" she 
cried again, louder this time, not caring who 
heard her. "Please, please fuck me!"

"My name," she hissed, "Darling Knickers, I want 
to hear you scream my name." All the while, the 
finger kept up its delicious assault upon her 
clit.

"Angel," Nicola gasped. "Fuck me, Angel! Please!"

Angela grinned, victorious. She positioned 
herself on her knees, her improvised dildo 
rubbing against Nicola's ass. The Aussie starlet 
continued to squeal out Angela's name, along with 
a string of pleas that she fuck her now.

The bulbous head of the driftwood cock pushed 
impatiently into Nicola's slobbering cunt, 
sliding in deep. She responded with a satisfied 
groan, happy that finally she would get what she 
really wanted. A blissful smile on her pretty 
lips, Nicola's pushed her head forward to the 
hut's sandy floor and raised her backside into 
the air in anticipation of the good seeing-to she 
was about to receive.

Her eyes shining, Angela proceeded to fuck Nicola 
vigorously, doggy fashion. In and out went the 
improvised dildo, accompanied by obscene slurping 
noises from Nicola's cunt, and rapturous cries 
from the girl's mouth. Nicola's arching back was 
pressed against Angela's petite chest, she could 
feel the stiff nubs of her nipples digging into 
her skin.

In Angel Island's mid-morning heat the 
energetically copulating couple began to sweat, 
great rivers of moisture pouring down their lithe 
bodies. Sweat lubricated their Sapphistry, 
causing flesh to slide smoothly across flesh.

Nicola was in heaven, experiencing sexual 
delights previously unknown. The dildo was smooth 
and didn't hurt in the least, giving her spasming 
cunt muscles something very firm to grip as it 
pumped in and out of her. Never had she been 
ravished by another woman quite like this before!

Nicola's litany of squeals and moans reached a 
crescendo. "Fuck!" she screamed, coming with a 
series of shuddering gasps, arching her back and 
grinding her ass into Angela's crotch.

Her work done, Angela slowed her pace down to 
gentle rhythmic strokes. But Nicola was spent, 
and after a few moments she collapsed face 
forward into the palm fronds.

**********

Later. Much, much later.

Angela was once more gone from the camp, leaving 
the somewhat bow-legged Nicola to her wifely 
duties.

The hut was a devil to keep clean. Sand was 
constantly blowing in from the beach. Nicola had 
to get down on her hands and knees, her bare rump 
pointed upwards, and sweep the floor clean.

This life didn't seem too bad. There was part of 
her that enjoyed the submissive role Angela 
forced her into, part of her that looked forward 
to moment when the raven-haired beauty would come 
striding down the beach, the knife strapped to 
her slim body, and demand that Nicola give her a 
good seeing to.

With the floor more or less clean, Nicola stood 
up and took a close look at the hut's cobweb-
bound ceiling. Tsking to herself, she set about 
cleaning out those as well. The palm/broom swept 
away the accumulated dust and filth of ages.

Suddenly, Nicola stopped.

Frowning.

There, in the top corner, was a little black 
button.

She peered at it. If the starlet didn't know any 
better, she'd swear it was a...

Nicola gasped. Frantically, she began to clear 
away more cobwebs from the ceiling. There, in 
another corner, she found another one of them. 
Small, black, round and metal. They seemed to 
stare ominously down on the nude little castaway. 

Whatever they were, they weren't improvised from 
driftwood or coconuts.

Nicola walked out into the bright sunshine and 
began a further investigation. She was shocked to 
discover more of them, not just on the hut but 
also on the trees around the camp.

Scuffling through the sand, she discovered a thin 
sliver of wire running from underneath their 
shelter a short distance down the beach. Nicola 
followed it, gently tugging it free from the sand 
where it had laid buried.

Hidden.

The wire ran to a particularly large palm tree. 
Barely noticeable, it ran all the way up the 
trunk toward the sky.

Nicola circled the tree, peering up toward the 
overgrown tangle of fronds far above her. There, 
almost concealed in thick greenery Nicola saw-

A satellite dish.

Nicola may be a slut but she wasn't a bimbo. It 
took her just a few seconds to realize what was 
going on.

Their 'shipwreck' was no accident. This was 
BikiniVivor, a program more "Big Brother" than 
"Survivor". The hut, the tools, the convenient 
path to a freshwater stream, all of it had been 
left here for the starlets to find. And all the 
while the miniature cameras around them had been 
capturing the action.

The whole thing was a setup to watch what 
happened as Nicola and Angela coped with being 
castaways. No doubt they'd got more than they 
bargained for.

Nicola blushed, a deep scarlet bloom that started 
on her forehead and spread down her boobs right 
to her navel. Even now, her bare ass was being 
beamed to a TV studio somewhere. Not that she had 
any qualms against being naked on TV (she'd done 
it often enough), she just preferred to be told 
in advance.

God only knows how many people had been watching 
her strolling naked around Angel Island, 
frolicking nude in the surf, squealing out in 
delight as Angela fucked her silly.

Nicola stomped back to the hut. She positioned 
herself, hands on hips, under one of the bugs, a 
stern look on her pretty face.

"Alright, the jig is up. I think you better come 
rescue us now."

With that, she sat her bottom down on the floor 
and waited.

**********

It was a couple of hours before Angela showed up. 
She peered inside the hut, grinning.

"Hi honey, I'm home," she announced.

Nicola sprung to her feet. "Listen, I have to 
tell you..."

"Fuck now, talk later," Angela demanded. Nicola 
glanced down and saw the measure of her ardor 
artificially erect and poking out from Angela's 
crotch. She grabbed Nicola by the wrist and threw 
her to the ground.

"Oppphhh!" gasped Nicola as she fell onto the 
sandy floor, the wind temporarily knocked out of 
her. Angela kneeled behind her, grasping her 
firmly by the hips and pulling the hapless 
starlet towards the glistening shaft of the 
driftwood dildo.

(Glistening? Glistening with what? Nicola didn't 
think she wanted to know!)

"Angela, no wait!" Nicola cried. She was 
painfully aware of the cameras all around her, 
capturing their zealous coupling from every 
angle. Her bare body bloomed red with her 
embarrassment.

But Angela was on a roll and wasn't in the mood 
for discussion. She pushed Nicola forward, her 
head down on the ground. Smirking, she looked 
down at the picture Nicola presented her: ass in 
the air (quivering slightly), legs apart, pussy-
lips moist and ready.

With a grunt, she mounted the adorable Aussie, 
the dildo sliding in easily right up to the hilt.

Nicola, sand in her mouth, let out the smallest 
of squeals. Oh well, she thought. Angela would 
find out sooner or later.

Cackling with glee, Angela proceeded to fuck 
Nicola, bouncing her vigorously off her 
improvised cock.

But, sooner came sooner than Nicola would've 
thought.

The bare-naked beauty was just beginning to enjoy 
the frenzied pussy-plunged being administered to 
her when suddenly a shadow fell across the 
couple.

Angela stopped, and looked up in surprise. From 
her awkward doggy position, Nicola looked up too. 
A man was standing in the doorway.

"Ahem," he said. "Sorry to interrupt, but 
whenever you're ready we can go."

**********

"Ooooh," moaned Nicola.

"Yeeessss! That feels soooo good!" she squealed.

"Uh, uh, fuck me, fuck me harder!" she groaned.

Nicola was sitting in the office of Dick 
Dickerson, producer of BikiniVivor. Her arms 
folded, she glowered across his desk at the TV 
set that was currently playing just a small 
sample of the material that had been recorded on 
Angel Island. It was from that TV that the sounds 
of Nicola being well and truly fucked were 
emanating.

Thankfully, it hadn't gone out live, only pre-
recorded for later broadcast. Now, after some 
legal intervention by Nicola, it never would.

"You can switch it off now," said Nicola.

"Wait, wait," said Dickerson, "this is the good 
bit."

The Nicola on screen, completely naked, bronzed 
by the Caribbean sun and writhing in sexual 
desire, tossed back her chestnut-colored hair and 
let out a shameless banshee cry of passion.

"Off!" demanded Nicola, her cheeks coloring. 
Dickerson let out a small sigh and pressed the 
'stop' button.

"It's such a pity. None of the other six 
'castaway' couples are giving us anything like 
this. We always knew that you and Angela Monroe 
would be dynamite television, but we never 
expected anything this hot..."

"That is not an accurate depiction of our usual 
relationship," Nicola replied stiffly. "Now, as 
you know, the contract my agent negotiated 
contained a clause that specified I would be 
given final approval for any footage featuring 
me."

Dickerson nodded. That was, of course, before 
Nicola knew what the true nature of BikiniVivor 
was. It had been a mistake to accept the deal, 
but the possibility of getting the Nicola Baron 
on the show was something he couldn't pass up.

"Such a shame," he said again. Nicola ignored 
him.

"I'm exercising my legal right, and will be 
relieving you of the masters."

Dickerson shrugged. He ejected the tape from the 
machine (a large, 3 hour Beta SP tape, twice the 
size of an ordinary VHS tape) and placed it in a 
box along with all the other tapes.

"All the footage we got of you and Angela. I 
hereby relinquish our rights to you, Ms. Baron."

Wordlessly, Nicola stood and picked up the box, 
making for the door.

"If you don't mind me asking," Dickerson called 
after her, "what do you intend to do with all 
those tapes?"

Nicola narrowed her eyes.

"Payback," she murmured.

**********

Nicola was on the balcony of her condo, sunning 
herself.

Nude, of course.

Nicola had developed a taste for nude sunbathing 
long before she was 'castaway' on Angel Island, 
and if anything her passion for taking her 
clothes off was not diminished by her enforced 
period of nudity. The only difference now was her 
all-over tan was even deeper and richer than ever 
before.

In the building across from hers, Nicola spied 
curtains twitching. She grinned. It was good to 
be back in Hollywood again. She rolled over, 
presenting her delectable ass to her audience.

The doorbell rang. Nicola had a pretty good idea 
who it was. She stood up from the sun lounger and 
put her robe on (she could almost hear the sigh 
of disappointment). The blue satin material 
slithered delightfully across her skin. Even now, 
days after returning, she still felt a little 
strange putting clothes back on.

Nicola strode through her apartment and opened 
the door. Her visitor was-

"Angela Monroe!" said Nicola, in a none-too-
authentic thrilled voice. "How delightful to see 
you."

Her raven-haired nemesis (and some-time lover) 
was dressed simply in a pair of crisp white 
shorts and polo shirt, her perky little boobs 
poking out at Nicola. It looked like the prissy 
little princess had just come from tennis.

"Nicola," Angela greeted her with a thin-lipped 
smile. "May I come in?"

"Please," Nicola replied munificently. Obviously 
feeling awkward, Angela stepped inside, closing 
the door behind her. Nicola marched over to a 
chair and seated herself, peering at Angela like 
a queen surveying a subject. Her robe fell open 
slightly, revealing her naked thighs.

Nicola made no move to cover up. Angela 
swallowed.

"I-I thought I'd better come and apologize," she 
said, squirming. "The things I did when we were 
on that island. I'd never..."

"Fuck another woman?" Nicola prompted. Angela 
nodded, disgusted.

"I guess," Angela continued, "being shipwrecked, 
under those conditions, I think I went a little 
crazy." She added a nervous laugh.

"Get to the point," said Nicola sharply. "I know 
why you're here." Nicola knew perfectly well that 
while her agent had insisted on the final 
approval clause, Angela's hadn't. That meant that 
Nicola owned all the footage and there wasn't a 
damn thing Angela could do about it.

Angela reached out a delicate hand, in which she 
clutched a document.

"It's a contract, to assign co-ownership of the 
'BikiniVivor' footage to me."

Nicola, atop her throne, glanced at it but made 
no move to accept.

"I don't know..." she replied. "Maybe I could cut 
together a video release. I've always fancied 
being a producer. How does the title 'Angel 
Island Bitch' grab you?"

Angela let out a moan of dismay. "You wouldn't! I 
mean, you'd be in it too!"

Nicola smirked. For once, she had Angela right 
where she wanted her! The videotapes of her 
fucking Nicola were a source of extreme 
embarrassment to the raven-haired beauty, and she 
would no doubt do anything to make sure they 
never saw the light of day.

Anything.

Angela let out a small sob. Tears welled up in 
her dark eyes. "Please!" she beseeched Nicola, 
her hands clasped before her. "I'm begging you! 
Sign the contract, destroy those tapes! I don't 
want anyone to see..." she broke off in a blub of 
despair.

"It's alright," Nicola said in a soothing voice. 
"But if I'm going to do this for you, I really 
think we should even up the score for what 
happened on that island."

It took a moment for Angela to realize what 
Nicola meant. Her eyes grew wide, and all the 
color drained from her face.

"Nooo! Anything but... that."

Nicola's face was unusually hard as she stared at 
Angela. "Strip," she ordered.

Off came the white tennis sneakers, revealing the 
starlet's dainty little feet.

Shaking, Angela's hands fell to the front button 
of her shorts. She momentarily fumbled with the 
clasp, and then with a rustle those sexy little 
shorts were sliding down her legs. Underneath, 
Angela was wearing a pair of plain white cotton 
panties. 

Blushing, Angela moved on to the polo shirt. She 
raised it up over her head, revealing her perky 
little bra-less boobs, brown little nipples pert 
and erect. Their island adventure had left a 
definite tan line on Angela's sleek and normally 
white body, a boundary traced around those tasty 
little titties.

Seeing her pause mid-strip, Nicola growled, "I 
meant all the way."

Angela swallowed and nodded. She hooked her 
fingers in the waistband of her panties. Slowly, 
she slid them down her long legs, stepping out of 
them.

She stood before Nicola completely naked, just as 
the Aussie starlet had been for their entire stay 
on Angel Island. Angela tried to put a brave face 
on it, but her red face betrayed the humiliation 
of the moment at Nicola's hands. Her hands 
wandered across her body, trying to preserve some 
measure of modest.

But Nicola wasn't finished.

"Assume the position," she ordered, exactly the 
same command Angela had given her only a few days 
ago. Her eyes bulged in surprise, but, slowly and 
shaky, she lowered her trembling body down on all 
fours, kneeling on Nicola's floor with her ass in 
the air.

Nicola smiled, satisfied. She stood up, reaching 
for the belt that tied her robe together. A 
single tug and it fell open, revealing her 
stunning, tanned physique. Angela, crouched at 
her feet, flinched.

The Aussie starlet tossed her robe aside and 
strode out of the room. A moment later she 
returned, holding something in her hands. From 
her submissive position, Angela twisted her head 
upwards to see what it was.

She gasped.

For Nicola held in her dainty little hands a 
monstrous black strap-on dildo. Not the same one 
Angela had, Professor-like, fashioned from 
whatever was at hand on Angel Island, but a big 
plastic beastie Nicola had bought from a sex shop 
on Hollywood Boulevard.

Angela quivered, realizing she was about to get a 
taste of her own medicine.

"How does this bloody thing go?" Nicola muttered 
under her breath as she fiddled with the leather 
straps, trying to affix the artificial pussy-
plunger around her slender waist and onto her 
crotch. The black head of the dildo bobbed back 
and forth, and Angela eyed it with the greatest 
of trepidation. 
"There," announced Nicola at last. "Looks good?" 
She posed, hands on hips, the plastic cock 
rampant before her. Angela didn't answer the 
question.

Nicola positioned herself behind Angela. For 
once, the bitchy starlet was quiet, submissive, 
letting Nicola do with her as she will. Nicola 
slipped two fingers into Angela's cunt and was 
surprised to find her moist and ready.

Perhaps Angela really did want this? Once again, 
Nicola wondered over her sexual orientation. 
Maybe buried under that ice-queen exterior Angela 
was not too different to Nicola, a bi-sexual fuck 
bunny who longed to be dominated.

There came a sharp hiss from Angela, an intake of 
breath. "Please," she begged, "just do it."

"Easy girl," replied Nicola, stroking her back. 
"I intend to enjoy this."

Nicola, in her kneeling position, raised herself 
up. The dildo reared up before her, the head 
gently slapping against Angela's ass. She 
flinched at the touch, her cheeks quivering in 
anticipation.

Nicola grasped Angela firmly by the hips, 
enjoying the sensation of her cool, moist flesh 
under her hands. A sweet, honeysuckle scent rose 
from her sinuous body, fresh from a recent 
shower. Nicola breathed it in deeply. 

The plastic dick impatiently nudged between 
Angela's thighs, as if it had a mind of its own 
and was eager to get on with it. Angela whimpered 
slightly. 

"Lend a helping hand," Nicola commanded.

Angela balanced her weight on one hand, and 
reached back between her legs with the other, 
wrapping her elegant fingers around the black 
dildo. She grasped it firmly, guiding it towards 
her watering cunt.

With a triumphant smile, Nicola lunged forward. 
In a single stroke she mounted the bitchy 
starlet. Angela let out a gasp of surprise, as 
the dark monster slithered between her pussy lips 
with a violent lurch.

Nicola didn't waste anytime, straight off setting 
a blistering pace, frantically fucking away. The 
constant bucking set Angela lurching back and 
forth, and she now needed both hands on the floor 
to try and keep her steady. Not that Nicola's 
dildo required her guidance anymore, it was 
imbedded deep within the warmest part of her 
anatomy and pumping merrily away.

Nicola enjoyed the pleasant sensation of being on 
the giving end of a brisk doggy fuck. She slapped 
her crotch firmly against Angela's ass with each 
stroke, and leaned forward, rubbing her generous 
boobs against Angela's heaving back.

So this is what it feels like to be a man, she 
mused. Not too shabby.

Angela bit her lip, but still couldn't help but 
let out a series of little cries and moans as 
Nicola vigorously fucked her. The most obscene 
sucking, guzzling noises emanated from Angela's 
cunt as Nicola's dildo slurped in and out of her. 

"You want this, don't you, bitch?" said Nicola, 
again deliberately mirroring what Angela had said 
to her.

"Yes!" she panted in reply. "Fuck me! Fuck me 
harder!" Angela's screams echoed out, no doubt 
giving Nicola's neighbors something to gossip 
about.

Despite her protestations of heterosexuality, 
Angela was dripping wet, her juices flowing down 
her thighs, lubricating Nicola's fevered humping. 
Nicola wryly realized that her payback was almost 
complete- Angela was enjoying her submission.

There was only one thing left...

"Oh God!" Angela cried out. Beneath her, Nicola 
could feel Angela's squirming, writhing body 
approach climax. Nicola picked up the pace, 
sawing in and out of Angela's cunt at such a pace 
there must've been smoke wisping out from between 
them.

Angela was a bucking broncho, and Nicola was just 
the cowgirl to ride her to orgasm.

"Ooooooooooooooooooh!" Angela squealed. She 
pressed her ass firmly back against Nicola, her 
contracting cunt muscles wrapping tightly around 
the dildo. Her face a grimace of pleasure, Angela 
came.

The starlets fell into a wet, sticky mass of 
flesh.

"The tapes," Angela gasped, fighting for breath. 
"You'll destroy them?"

Nicola nodded, panting as well.

I'll never underestimate reality programming 
again, she thought to herself.

END.
