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Grayman's Island - Part II
by RLM
Acknowledgment: The Author extends his thanks to DY without
whose encouragement and urging, this second installment of
"Grayman's Island" would never have been written. I am deeply
indebted to him for his advice and insightful comments about the
structure and nature this installment should have. All remaining
faults of the story are the responsibility of the Author. --- RLM
Synopsis of Part I:
In Chapters 1-4, Ed and Marla Cargill have dinner with a
couple, Darrell and Susan. To their great surprise, they find
that Susan has somehow been transformed from and overweight,
dowdy housewife to an alluring, seductive, and beautiful woman.
In the course of the evening, they are informed that one of
Darrell's associates, a Mr. Baxter Grayman, is in the business of
transforming fat, dowdy housewives into gorgeous, exotic women at
no cost. In fact, the offer even comes with a guarantee of one
million dollars should his efforts fail. The only condition is
that the wife becomes Grayman's "property" for one year. After
some discussion with Grayman, Ed and Marla agree to the
conditions. Chapter 4 concludes with Marla's departure with
Grayman for his Island and her year of servitude.
Part I, Chapters 1-4, are posted and may be accessed at
https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/mischa8/webpage.html
Chapter 5 - A Plane Ride
The black cadillac carrying Marla and Gloria made good time as
there was little traffic at this time of night. Thirty minutes
after the car had departed from the warehouse, it was driving
down a frontage road leading to the private airport owned and
operated by Grayman Enterprises. The lights of the runway
allowed the passengers to see the gleaming, twin engine Lear jet
with its engines warming waiting for Grayman's arrival.
The car pulled to a stop fifteen feet from the open doorway of
the jet. A tall, stately man sporting carefully coiffured salt
and pepper hair stood waiting at the head of the gangway stairs
leading to the interior of the plane. As the driver opened the
passenger-side door for Grayman, the man walked down the stairs
to greet him.
"Good to see you again, Baxter. What kept you? You're rarely
late."
"I know. Sorry about that. It took longer than I expected to
round up our new sow. Her name's Marla Cargill."
"How does she look? Does she look like she might be
promising?"
"I would say very much so. Of course, she's fat and plump
right now... maybe 30 to 40 pounds overweight, but on the plus
side, she's hot and a good fuck. I don't think her attitude is
going to any problem at all. And as soon as we get all the extra
weight off of her and do some cosmetic surgery, we might get a
couple of million for her at the auction."
"I presume you fucked you or are you just repeating Jackson's
opinion?"
"I banged her while her husband worked her clit. I don't think
he will be problem judging from how hard and hot he got watching
me fuck his wife."
"Did you deliver Mrs. Larsen to the client for the week?"
"No. We didn't have time. As soon as we have all the luggage
and Marla on board, Marvin will drive Gloria to the Hilton to
meet our generous client."
"Have you been informed that two of our best customers will be
joining us on the flight to the island?"
"No. Who are they?"
"Mr. Abdul Shamira and Mr. Mario Luigiano. I'm sure you
remember Mr. Shamira. He bid over two million a year ago for
Mrs. Goodman."
"I remember it well. I was stunned. I thought she might bring
1.5 million. I think he paid 2.1 million for 6 months of her
services. Amazing!"
"You know why he paid that much, don't you?"
"No clue really. Why?" Grayman asked.
"In addition to being a sexy, beautiful woman, Mrs. Goodman is
also Jewish. The idea of having a beautiful Jewish female slave
was more than Shamira could pass up. I would imagine that he and
his friends got their money's worth out of her."
"Undoubtedly. And Mr. Luigiano? Is he also a former customer?
I don't recall his name."
"No. He comes highly recommended, however. All the right
connections. The word is that he's a capo in one of the New York
families. We certainly want to please him."
"Absolutely, and I'm certain that we will. Well, let's get
everyone on board and be off. I want to arrive before noon, and
it's already almost daylight." --------------------------------
Jackson led Marla to the gangway and motioned for her to board
the plane. She had some trouble negotiating the steep stairs in
her five-inch heels, but Jackson held her steady as she ascended
the ramp.
"Don't worry. In a few weeks, you will have no problems moving
elegantly in shoes like you're wearing. But right now, I realize
its a problem. I'll be certain you don't fall."
"Thank you. You're very considerate."
Jackson chuckled. "Of course. You're much too valuable to
permit you to be injured."
As Marla moved up the stairs with Jackson behind, she realized
that he could easily see up the short sheathe. Instead of being
concerned, she was shocked to find that she was excited by the
thought. Once inside the plane, Jackson directed her to a seat
near the back. On the way toward the rear, Marla saw that there
were two men sitting in the wide, comfortable seats. One was
clearly arabic. The other looked like he might be Italian. Both
men carefully looked her over as she passed.
Marla's faced flushed with pleasure when she realized that both
men had gazed at her big tits that were bulging out of her dress
and her ass with lust. Even though she was overweight and not by
any standard beautiful or even attractive, she knew they were
both thinking about having some kind of sex with her or perhaps
even fucking her. It had been a very long time since she had
experienced the thrill of having men stare at her with lust.
She took her seat on the aisle and immediately crossed her legs
so that the short sheathe, which was already high on her thighs,
was now well above her stocking tops. She wondered if her
panties were also on display.
At two hours into the flight, breakfast was served. The men
all had their choice of ham, bacon, eggs, french toast, pancakes,
coffee, and danish. She was served a bran cereal with skim milk,
a low-calorie breakfast bar, and her choice of black coffee or
unsweetened hot tea. When the breakfast trays were being cleared
away, Jackson approached her.
"Mr. Shamira, the Arabic gentleman four rows in front of you,
is an important client. There is still another two hours of
flight time ahead of us, and he would like for you to entertain
him. Do you understand?"
"I think so", Marla replied. "You want me to have sex with
him?"
"I want you to accommodate any wish he has. He may wish to
have you suck his cock, or he might just want you to strip naked
for his viewing pleasure, or he may decide to fuck you. Just
make him happy. Now, go up there. He's waiting for you."
A few minutes later, Marla was in the aisle seat beside the
Arab. She smiled at him and introduced herself. "Hi. I'm
Marla, Mrs. Marla Cargill."
At first the Arab ignored her. Finally, he turned and
remarked, "Mrs. Cargill, you say? That's good. I very much
enjoy using married women for my pleasure. Even the ones
overweight like yourself. However, in your favor, you do have an
aura of sexuality about you. Once Grayman's people get rid of
that excess weight and do some cosmetic surgery, I can tell that
you will be a sensuous woman. I shall imagine that you are
already that. For now, I wish to see your tits. Take them out!"
"Mr. Shamira", Marla began. That was as far as she got.
"You will not speak unless I ask you a question. Is that
understood? Now remove your tits from your dress."
Reaching behind her back, Marla fumbled for the zipper to open
her dress. The Arab interrupted her. "Just pull the dress down
in front... below your big tits."
Sliding her fingers into her cleavage, Marla did as she had
been instructed. Her dress hugged her body so tightly, she had
to yank hard before the material slid over her large mounds to
bunch below them. Her nipples were already hard and erect.
Abdul hefted first one, then the other, squeezing and twisting
her nipples until she moaned.
"Nice tits. I'm sure many men will enjoy sliding their pricks
between them. Now lift your ass, pull your dress up, and spread
your legs so I can inspect your cunt." Moments later, she was
spread wide open with only her thin, transparent panties covering
her pussy. She was so wet with her excitement and the cum
Jackson and Grayman had shot into her, they had become
transparent.
"I see that you have been recently fucked", Abdul commented as
he stared between her thighs. "I don't particularly care for
"sloppy seconds" as you Americans call it. So I think I shall
use your mouth hole. Bend over and take my penis inside your
mouth."
Marla got on her knees in the adjacent seat and lifted the
dividing chair arm. Bending over, she upzipped Shamira's pants
and extracted his rigid 6-inch circumcized penis. Precum coated
its tip. Lowering her head over his manhood, she took 5 inches
of it into her mouth. Holding his balls, she raised and lowered
her head until the entire shaft was thoroughly coated with her
saliva. In this condition, the entire shaft slid easily into her
mouth. The head had just begun to enter her throat but not
enough to make her gag. Her nose was buried in his dark, coarse
pubic hair.
Sucking hard, she moved her lips up and down the his throbbing
shaft and was surprised when he stopped her after less than a
minute.
"Push it all the way into your mouth, Marla. Once it's all the
way in, do not move it in and out of your mouth hole. Leave it
buried and suck.. suck and release... suck and release... but do
not move your lips up and down the shaft. Just suck on it..then
release. Suck and release. Do you understand?"
Marla nodded her head. "Good. Continue to suck and release,
but do not move. I will inform you when I wish to cum."
For the next twenty minutes, Marla remained bent over the
Arab's loins, motionless, his cock thrust all the way inside her
mouth. It was difficult to swallow with his organ lodged in her
throat so she had to allow the saliva to simply run from her
mouth where it coated and soaked Shamira's pants. He did not
seem to mind. He seemed to content to allow her to motionlessly
suck on his cock.
Mario Luigiano was seated just to the right of Shamira. For
the last 20 minutes he had been inspecting the large ass of the
Cargill woman as she remained motionless over the Arab. He
chuckled thinking how humiliating it must be for her to have to
stay bent over holding his cock in her mouth for nearly a half
hour now. He was treating the woman's mouth as if were nothing
more than a scabbard for his sword.
Marla's position had caused the sheathe to pull high on her ass
cheeks completely exposing her pantie-covered ass to Luigiano.
It was a big ass that was clearly going to take some time to
reduce. As he stared as her crack through her nearly transparent
panties, he wondered what her cunt looked like. "Why wonder", he
thought. "Let's find out."
Standing in the aisle behind her, he pushed the sheathe even
further up over her ass and slowly pulled the panties down until
they were around the top of her thighs. Her deep ass crack and
cunt slit were exposed even though she still had her legs pressed
tightly together.
"Mr. Shamira, I apologize for interrupting. I'm trying to see
what her cunt looks like. Would it inconvenience you if I tell
her to spread her legs?"
"Not at all, Mr. Luigiano. What other use is there for fat
whores except to use them for pleasure. Please, have her
spread."
Marla heard the exchange and didn't bother waiting for Luigiano
to order her to spread her legs. She moved one knee off the seat
and opened herself as wide as the position would allow. She also
reached between her thighs and spread her pussy open so Mr.
Luigiano could see it better. She was rewarded for her effort
with a several hard blows on her exposed ass.
"When I want you to spread yourself, I'll tell you Mrs.
Cargill. Don't do that again."
With Shamira'a penis fully embedded in her mouth, all Marla
could do was moan and nod her head. Her ass was stinging like
fire from her spanking. The cock Shamira held deep inside her
mouth was beginning to make her gag and retch it had been in her
for so long. Now, she felt Luigiano's fingers tracing the wet
slit of her exposed cunt. When his fingers found her clit, her
cunt began to contract and pulse rhythmically.
At that moment, the pilot's voice came over the plane's
intercom: "We'll be landing on the island in 10 minutes."
"All right, Mrs. Cargill. I think I shall cum in your mouth
now. Do not allow a single drop to escape. Do you understand?"
When Marla again nodded, he said, "Very well. Begin the
pumping motions of your head..hard suck...hands on my shaft when
it comes out..jack it as it slides back in... BEGIN!"
Marla did as she was ordered. Shamira grabbed a handful of her
hair and began ramming her mouth rapidly up and down his rock
hard shaft. In less than a minute, she felt his organ swell,
throb, expand.. and then contract hard ejecting a huge volley of
semen into her throat. He rammed her head down, held it in
place. As the first gush of cum was sliding down her throat into
her belly, she felt his cock contract and jerk again. Another
stream of semen was ejaculated forcefully into her mouth. Before
she could swallow all of it, Shamira's penis pulsed and throbbed
again unloading still more male juice down her throat. Finally,
his organ ceased to throb, and she felt it soften in her mouth
for the first time in 30 minutes. He pulled it out and pushed
her away.
Before she could rise, she felt her pussy lips being spread by
Luigiano's large cock. She was wet and hot, fully lubricated
from the previous cum load still inside her. The cock drilled
inward... smoothly... forcefully stretching her cunt into a huge
hole.
"UUNNGGHHH... AAAAHHHHHHHH.." she grunted as it thudded into
the bottom of her vagina. Unlike Shamira, Luigiano fucked her
hard and fast, intent on cumming inside her before the plane
landed. He made it easily. As the passengers heard the loud
"THUMP" of the wheels being lowered, they also heard the loud
grunts of a rutting male shooting seed into a female cunt. Marla
moaned and grunted several times as her pussy erupted in an
intense orgasm at the same time the semen flooded her hole.
======================================== Chapter 6 - The Sow Barn
Grayman's Island was somewhere in the Caribbean. As the plane
circled for a landing, it appeared to be more or less circular
and perhaps 15 or 20 miles in diameter. It was located in
international waters beyond the jurisdiction of any nation. The
island had its own well-armed security forces, electric
generating station, water distillation plant, sewage system,
underground storage tanks for propane and butane gas along with a
full support staff of maintenance men.
The main complex was a elaborate series of buildings, each
elegantly appointed. These buildings were the working units of
Grayman Enterprises, Inc. They housed the business offices, the
living quarters for the administration, staff, and, of course,
the women. They also contained all entertainment and dining
facilities that included a nine-hole golf course, tennis and
racquetball courts, an olympic-sized swimming pool, spa, exercise
rooms, and a restaurant that would have easily qualified for
five-star status had it been rated. The living accommodations
were excellent and those for valued clients nothing short of
lavish. All things considered, it appeared to be a wonderful
place to spend an exciting vacation. However, the people on the
island were far from being engaged in vacation activities. For
them, this was a serious business involving vast sums of money.
When Jackson escorted Marla to her living quarters inside one
of the larger buildings, the shock on her face was evident.
Jackson had seen similar reactions many times.
"Do you like your new living accommodations, Marla?" he
inquired.
Marla stared aghast at the apartment. It was at least 1500
square feet of living space comprising a sitting room, large
bedroom with a king-sized bed, a small, but beautiful, kitchen
and dining area, walk-in closets and a bath/spa combination. But
it was much more than that. The furniture in the sitting room
was elegant and expensive. Oil paintings covered the walls. The
satin bedcovers, oil paintings, jade figurines, and oriental
carpet in the bedroom took her breath away. The shower and spa
in the bathroom had computer controls for water temperature,
spray volume, direction, and intensity. Everything was spotless.
The mirror and surface of her vanity were trimmed in gold leaf
as were the faucets.
"Look in the walk-in closet", Jackson suggested.
When she opened the door, Marla discovered that it was filled
with clothes.. dozens and dozens of outfits of all types. She
had no doubt that their sizes were all too small so as to
provide incentive for quick weight reduction. A two dozen pair
of heels covered one of the side walls. The drawers of the
built-in bureau will filled with lacy and seductive
undergarments.
"As your weight drops, these will all be suitably replaced
until you reach your final weight. At that point, all the
clothes will be yours."
"I don't see a utility room for washing and ironing", Marla
commented. It was the only thing she could think of that was
missing.
Jackson laughed. "You will not be washing or ironing clothes,
Marla. I think I can safely say that your washing/ironing days
are gone forever. You will note that the kitchen has no stove
and only a small refrigerator. You will not keep any food there.
Only cold drinks for your "guests". And speaking of food, it's
time for dinner. Follow me."
The dining room was a half dozen individual tables, each with
linen tablecloths and napkins, china and sterling silver
dinnerware. The glasses were all crystal. They were a little
late, and Marla counted 11 other women present. All were
overweight like she was; some more so, some less, but all were
fat. She felt much better when she saw that.
"Dinner" as it turned out was beyond belief for Marla. The
salad and its dressing were delicious. Since it was very
low-calorie, portions were not restricted. The soup that
followed was exquisite. Its subtle taste tantalized and
satisfied with a minimum of calories. The entree was veal
scaloppini, baked potato with herbs and spices, fresh asparagus
with sauce, and a spiced, hot tea. The dinner was so filling
there was no need for dessert.
The women were all very friendly. They welcomed her warmly and
told her about the sexual delights to come and how they had been
losing weight steadily when previously they had never been able
to shed more than a few pounds.
"Where are all the women who have lost weight? Everyone here
seems to still be on the fat side?" Marla asked.
Sandra responded by saying, "We're all fat in this facility
because after you've reached a certain weight, they move you to a
different building. This building is called the "Sow Barn" for
reasons that you can probably guess. In fact, the Trainers all
call us "sows". We all hate that, of course, but they just smile
and tell us to lose weight and we won't ever have to hear that
again."
"Jackson is the only Trainer I've met", Marla commented.
"He's really good. I'm sure you've already found that out.
Well, there are a lot more and they're all fantastic. Wait and
see."
Marla wasn't sure she could stand the wait.
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It was 10 PM in the Cargill household. Ed was alone in his
bedroom, his mind on his wife, wondering what she was doing.
"It's probably 11 PM where she is", he thought. "I wonder if
she's having sex? Or sucking some guy? God.. Jackson's cock was
a monster! Could they all be that big? Or bigger?" The
thoughts had given him a throbbing erection that was rigid as
steel. He wrapped his hand around the shaft and moaned as he
slid his hand over the pulsing head.
"Ooohhhhhh god, that's good", Ed sighed.
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The black Trainer slid his hand over his 9-inch, steel hard
dick, coating it with his own precum. He moaned with the
delicious feeling at the same time Ed moaned.
"Ooohhhhhh god, do you want this big black cock in your cunt,
Marla?" he asked.
Marla lay in the middle of her king-sized bed, a satin pillow
beneath her hips elevating her pussy into fucking position. Her
legs were back, bent, spread wide. She couldn't tear her eyes
off the huge shaft of man meat that was poised at the entrance to
her vagina. She arched her hips and begged, "Ohhh YES..
PLEASE... FUCK ME.. STICK THAT BEAUTIFUL COCK IN ME..."
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Ed imagined that he had his cock inside a beautiful woman's
throbbing cunt... that she was begging him to fuck her. His hand
snapped up and down his hard dick as she begged for it:
"Ohhh YES.. PLEASE... FUCK ME.. STICK THAT BEAUTIFUL COCK IN
ME..."
"Take it, you hot Slut", he snarled as his hips rammed up and
down, his hand jacking his penis harder and faster. He imagined
how good it felt inside her pussy. ==============================
Four inches of the Trainer's huge black shaft sank into Marla
waiting cunt. It stretched to accommodate its girth. The
pressure on her clitoris was intense. Wave after wave of
pleasure shot through her pleasure button and radiated up her
body causing her belly to contract in response to the hot spasms
coursing through her cunt. Max forced three more inches into her
hole and she shrieked with pleasure/pain as she felt her pussy
being stretched into a huge hole by the man's cock.
"OOOOOOooooooo gawd... it's so damn big... fuck meee...FUCK ME
HARDER... FASTER.. AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH..."
Max gave her what she wanted. The final two inches were forced
into her hole. Then, he began to fuck the helpless, groaning
housewife as she grunted in hot passion. She began to cum...
hard.. Her cunt jerked in hot spasms as the organ drove in and
out of her. She squealed... screamed... moaned.. he rammed her
even harder.
"OOOHHHHHH I'M CUMMMINGGGGGGGGGG", Marla announced. She didn't
have to tell him. He knew. Her hot pussy was contracting again
and again around his cock. ===================================
Ed's hand flashed up and down his cock. The imaginary woman he
was fucking was cumming now. He was ramming her hard and fast.
She was begging him for it. Then he felt her cunt throbbing
around his big cock. He knew the slut was cumming on his cock as
she screamed and moaned...
"OOOHHHHHH I'M CUMMMINGGGGGGGGGG", the hot whore announced as
her hole erupted in intense spasms.
Her contractions were more than he could take. It was just too
hot. Ed's load spewed out of his cock in a high arc then landed
all over his chest and belly. ===================================
Marla's cunt hole continued to spasm and throb around Max's big
dick. He plowed her again and again... until she was cumming
again. Max's load spewed out of his cock in a huge stream that
landed deep inside Ed's wife, completely filling her cunt. Again
and again, he ejaculated inside her, each ejaculation pumping
another thick stream of semen into the woman's waiting vagina.
After all of his load had been pumped into Marla cunt hole, Max
slowly withdrew his cum-coated sex gun. She collapsed flat on
her back with her legs wide open. Kneeling between them, he
nodded with satisfaction as he noted the thick rivers of cum
running off his big cock and from her stretched pussy.
"You were a delicious fuck, Marla. Now get some sleep.
Breakfast is at 7 AM sharp. Be certain to read the directions
for the day's activities before you dress and come to the dining
room."
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Chapter 7 - Morning and Afternoon Activities
The alarm woke Marla promptly at 6 AM. She brushed her teeth,
filled the tub, and cleaned herself thoroughly. Afterwards, she
relaxed in the warm water and read the instructions for the day.
Breakfast - 7 AM: Attire: Dress, blouse, bra, stockings,
heels Exercise - 9 AM: Attire: Heels, hose, panties and bra
(or teddy). Beauty Shop and Make Up Instruction: 11 AM:
Attire. Hot and Sexy. Lunch - 12:30 PM: Attire: Hot
and Sexy Sexual Instruction - 2 to 4 PM. Dress as directed by
Trainers. Dinner - 6 PM: Attire: Formal and Sexy. Evening -
Free time.
As she attempted to dress for breakfast, Marla was distressed
to find that all her clothes were too small. She knew this would
be the case, but the short miniskirt was still a shock. In order
to get it zipped, she had to suck in her breath. Once she had it
zipped, her ample hips and ass caused the skirt to ride up almost
to her ass. It was almost equally hard to button the blouse over
her big tits. The stockings, however, were very nice. The came
almost to the tops of her thighs. She surveyed her legs in the
full length mirror and thought she looked really good. "I'm
still too heavy", she thought, "but I do have really nice legs
and tits." Her legs looked even better after she slipped the
four-inch heels onto her feet. She was pleased to find that the
shoes fit her perfectly.
She spent a moment looking through her lingerie for panties.
After selecting a sexy pair of bikini panties, she realized that
the instructions did not include panties. "Gawd.. with no
panties on in this miniskirt, every time I move, my pussy and ass
are going to be on display." The thought both distressed and
excited her. When she walked to breakfast, she noticed that
several of the male support staff stopped their work to check out
her nearly exposed ass and her big tits.
As she walked into the dining room, she saw that about half
of the other sows were already present and seated. Something
about the scene seemed strange, out of place, to Marla but she
didn't understand why. A moment later, she realized that none of
the women were speaking. Six women around a table at breakfast
and none speaking??
"Good morning!" Marla chimed cheerfully. The women looked at
her, smiled, some nodded, one even said "Hi" in return, but that
was all.
Helen was closest to Marla. The brunette had her eyes closed
and seemed to be slowly undulating in her chair. Next to her,
Carla also had her eyes closed. In addition, her mouth was open
slightly and her tongue was slowly sliding back and forth over
her top lip. Across the table, Becky was biting her lower lip as
her hips rotated in her chair. Marla had not yet met the other
three women, but they were all behaving the same way. Weird?
Shrugging her shoulders, Marla pulled out chair to take her
place at the table. One glance at the chair seat explained fully
the behavior of the other women. A six-inch thick plastic
phallus protruded from the center of the seat. Marla noticed
that the shaft had been thoroughly lubricated. Its purpose and
where it was to go were both obvious. Directly in front of the
phallus there was a smaller protrusion that would be pressed
against the occupant's clitoris once she was seated and properly
impaled. Marla hesitated.
"Take your seat, Marla", came Jackson's commanding voice. "I
assume you followed your instructions not to wear panties to
breakfast. Those are always standing orders. Now, please sit
down."
It wasn't necessary for Marla to pull up her dress before she
lowered herself onto the phallus. The miniskirt was so short
that as soon as she bent her knees, it pulled up to the top of
her thighs and over her ass. Both her ass and the entire plane
of her cunt were exposed. Carefully, she lowered her body. As
soon as the tip of the thick shaft touched her pussy, she felt
its soft vibrations. She moved slightly and it touched her clit.
The exquisite sensation caused her eyes to clamp shut and her
body to undulate along with those of the other women already
seated on their phalluses.
As her hips settled onto the seat, the entire phallus sank into
her vaginal sheathe. Its thickness stretched her channel tightly
around its vibrating length. Her weight mashed her clitoris up
against the second, smaller protuberance, which was vibrating
even more intensely than the phallus. It sent sexual shock waves
through her clitoris and vagina that radiated up into her belly
causing it to contract in sensuous waves of pleasure. Her moans
mixed with those of the other women.
One by one, the other sows came into the dining room and seated
themselves onto their respective phallic vibrators. All eleven
women groaned softly, eyes shut, tongues out, hips rotating, some
thrusting, as their sexual organs were pleasured. Eventually,
some of the women managed to open their eyes, but their breathing
was becoming more and more rapid. Marla and a few others tried
to eat but the sensations rippling through their vaginas made it
hard to concentrate on anything other than their cunts.
On the other side of the table, Marla saw Gloria's body go
suddenly rigid. She threw her head backwards and her chest
forward. Her arms gripped the chair arms with fierce intensity.
Beneath the table, her legs thrust forward, rigid and quivering.
All the woman watched with mounting excitement as Gloria's body
began to tremble and shake in orgasm. Finally, she gasped, then
moaned...
"Oooohhhhhhhhhhhhh... fuckkkkkkkkkkk.... its making me
cummmmmmmmmm.."
For almost a minute, she groaned as spasms of intense pleasure
pumped through her loins. At the end, she slumped in her chair,
her head falling forward, her breath coming in labored gasps.
Before Gloria's spasms had ebbed, Helen shrieked, "Ohhhhh
Meeeee tooo... I'M CUMMINGG.... MY CUNT IS CUMMINGGGG!"
Marla was no longer able to sit still. Her hips thrust forward
mashing her clitoris against the vibrating knob. At the same
time, she rotated on the pulsing phallus that was causing her
vagina to throb again and again. Simultaneously, Carol and
Marla's cunts erupted in intense climaxes. Both women squirted
over their chairs as their orgasms surged through them. Both
women moaned. Carol announced her orgasm to everyone as had
Gloria and Helen.
One by one, or sometimes two by two, all the women reached
intense orgasms, each informing the others that they were
cumming. After all twelve had climaxed, the vibrations ceased,
and the women began to enjoy their excellent, but non-fattening,
breakfast. All twelve vaginas slowly pulsed around the thick
phalluses still embedded inside.
As Marla was leaving the dining room, a handsome blonde-headed
trainer took her aside. "You did very well, Marla. Everyone is
delighted with you. However, when you cum, the rules of the
island require that you announce the fact to anyone around. In
the future, remember that. Now go back to your room and get
dressed for morning exercises." ------------------------------
Marla was flushed not only from her vibrator-induced orgasm at
breakfast, but also from the sexy Trainer's remark about how well
she was doing. It had been years since a handsome, young man had
complimented her.
She stripped naked and carefully hung up her miniskirt and
blouse in the closet, more determined than ever to lose
sufficient weight to make them look really good on her. Studying
the instruction sheet, she decided on something unusual and sexy
for exercise.
Ten minutes later, her exercise outfit was lying on the bed.
"There certainly isn't much to it", she thought with a smile. A
few months ago, she would never have even considered wearing such
an outfit out in public where men would see her. The thin, white
bra wasn't really large enough to contain her big tits, and it
was transparent. The men and other women would have no
difficulty seeing her nipples. She felt the wetness between her
legs increasing.
The crotch band of the matching white bikini panties was so
narrow that there was no way she could possibly keep it from
sinking into her ass crack and pussy so that it would look like
she wasn't even wearing panties. The skimpy, white garter belt
was just for sexy show since the white stockings she was going to
wear were thigh-highs with elastic tops. Marla hoped the
Trainers would appreciate the extra sexiness. The white pumps
had four-inch heels.
Surveying herself in the mirror once she had every thing on,
she almost lost her nerve. "God... I look like a dirty whore.. a
complete slut. I bet Ed would have a fit if he saw what I was
going to wear." Steeling her nerve, Marla walked confidently
through the Sow Barn with her head high, her shoulders back, her
tits thrusting forward. She also made certain to swing her ass
as she walked. Several of the male staff working in the area
stopped to look as she passed. A couple squeezed their hardening
cocks. Marla smiled her appreciation.
She was one of the last women to appear in the exercise area.
Two Trainers were there waiting. She thought they would scold
her for being late, but they both smiled when they saw her
outfit. Obviously, being sexy and hot was an acceptable excuse
for violating some of the rules.
Barry, a black Trainer with a powerful build and a huge bulge
in his shorts, was in charge. "All right, Sows. Let's take
some of that flab off this morning, shall we. Assume the
starting position", he commanded.
Being new, Marla watched the other women to see what was
meant by the "starting position". Eleven women got down on the
padded mats on their hands and knees and then lowered their heads
close to the mat. Marla did the same. Barry and the second
Trainer, Max, walked up and down the line of female asses thrust
high in the air. Smiling, Marla thought, "We must make quite a
sight."
"All right, Sows. On the command, "Lower", you will lower your
bodies flat on the mat. On the command, "One", you push your
shoulders up with your arms until your tits are well clear of the
mat. On the command, "Two", you will pull your knees under you
and get your asses up in the air. On "Three", you will roll over
onto your backs with your knees up and bent. On "Four", your
knees will be pulled back and pressed to your tits. You will
hold that position until the command "Five" whereupon you will
straighten and lift your legs straight up in the air. On "Six",
you will spread wide open, legs still up and straight. You will
keep them up and spread until the command, "Seven. On "Seven",
you will lower your legs to the mat, turn over and resume the
starting position for the next repetition. Any questions?"
It seemed straightforward and no one had any questions. A
moment later, we heard Barry say "Lower!". Twelve women dropped
their bodies flat on the mat.
"One!" I put my hands flat on the mat and pushed my shoulders
up until my tits swung free beneath me. It was much harder then
I thought it would be. I could feel the strain on my arms and
shoulders.
"Two!" Getting my knees under my body was not easy in the
position we were in. Finally, I managed it, but Martha was too
slow. SPLAT! " OH.. AAhhhh" came Martha's squeal of pain from
the paddle. Quickly, she hoisted her ass high.
"Three!" At least this step was easy. We just rolled over
onto our backs and assumed the classic female fucking position.
Everyone of us had assumed the position so many times, it was no
problem at all.
�Four!� Unnggh... harder. If my thighs weren't fat, I could
have gotten them back against my tits much easier. As it was, I
had to work to get them back. Several other women had equal
problems. SPLAT came the sound of the paddle on Brenda�s
upturned ass. SPLAT! Gloria�s ass felt the paddle. �UUGGHH�,
SPLAT.. right on my ass. �Do it faster�, said Max.
�Five!� Oh god! I didn't realize how hard it was going to be
lift my legs straight up into the air, but I got them up in time
to avoid another lesson from the paddle. Susan didn't�t manage
it, and we all heard her shrill cry as the paddle landed flush on
her ass.
�Six!� This was not hard either. Spreading your legs is a
natural motion for a woman. But then there was no command
�Seven�. We had to keep our legs up and spread wide open. The
Trainers walked up and down the line of women with their legs
obscenely spread. I knew my panties were buried so that my cunt
was fully exposed. I suspected so were the other eleven cunts.
The strain was intense. Sweat already covered my brow.
Barry stopped in front of Doris and stared between her wide
open thighs. �Wow. You really know how to present your body to
a man, Doris. You�re getting me hard. Once we get those extra
pounds off you, men are going to kill each other over you.�
Eleven other, very jealous women looked over at the blonde slut
spreading her legs wide open and showing off her sex to the
Trainer. Each of us tried to spread wider.
Finally the command came. �Seven!� Gratefully, we lowered our
legs. I rested for a moment before resuming the starting
position. Barry noticed it. As soon as I was again on my hands
and knees, SPLAT..SPLAT! right on the center of my ass, turning
me red.
�Ohhhhhh... what did I do wrong?� I moaned, my ass stinging.
�You rested before turning over. You only rest when we tell
you to rest.� Now, Sows. Again! �Lower!�
They worked us for 15 minutes or so. We were all groaning
before they let us rest. During the last couple of minutes, the
paddles whacked our asses again and again as we were just too
tired to respond. As we rested, twelve women were rubbing their
stinging, reddened butts.
After a five minute rest, we each had mount a stationary riding
bicycle and ride at ever increasing speeds for another 10
minutes. As we peddled, a slickened phallus would slide up and
down through a hole in the seat. The only options available to
us were to pull our panties aside and let the shaft sink into
either our pussy or ass as we peddled. I chose my pussy, as did
all the other women.
Seven minutes into the exercise, Max ordered us to stop.
�You each have another three minutes of peddling to do, but take
a two minute breather. Do not dismount the bike.�
We all heaved a sigh of relief at the respite. The seat of my
bike was soaked with the secretions from my pussy. In fact, the
aroma of excited female pussy was heavy in the room. The two
minutes went by too fast for us.
�Time to start again, Sows�, Max commanded. �But this time
with a small change. Move the peddles on your bikes so that the
dildo withdraws into the seat. When it�s out, switch holes for
the last three minutes of your ride.�
None of us had to ask what he meant. We did get another minute
of rest as it took twelve women that long to get the dildo
started into their ass holes for the last three minutes of our
ride.
�All of you seem to gotten things adjusted. Begin!�
Once more we began to peddle. Barry quickly upped the tempo to
its former level. The 12 dildoes surged in and out of our widely
stretched asses. At first, we all moaned in discomfort as the
shafts plunged in and out as we peddled faster and faster.
Lorraine was in so much distress, she was begging Barry to let
her stop.
�Please.. please. It hurts.. it really HURTS! ... Let me
stop... please.�
She slowed her peddling and Max pushed her forward over the
bike�s handlebars and applied the paddle to her ass. SPLAT..
WHACK.. SPLAT... SPLAT... Lorraine wailed and begged even harder.
�Ooohhh stop..stop..STOP.. I�ll peddle fast... really fast...
just stop..�
Max stopped whacking her ass and said. �See that you do. You
will peddle for an additional two minutes.�
The brunette immediately began peddling the bike furiously
causing the dildo the drive in and out hard enough for us to all
hear it squishing inside her hole. When we finished our ride,
Lorraine still had two more minutes of peddling to do. So we all
gathered around her and watched the dildo sinking in and out of
her ass. Every time it bottomed out in her hole, we could all
hear the dull thud. During the last minute of her ride, the
woman�s ass was stretched enough to relieve the pain. Most of us
thought that she was going to cum before she finished the ride.
Barry also thought the same. When her extra two minutes were
done, he ordered her to continue until she came. Thirty seconds
later, we all watched her hole contracting and throbbing about
the dildo as she climaxed. When it finally ebbed, Lorraine
collapsed over the bike.
Exercises continued for almost an hour. We were all dripping
with sweat when it was over. It was 10 AM. We were told to
clean up and dress for our 11 AM beauty shop appointments.
--------------------------------- The treatment we all
received at the Island�s beauty salon was extraordinary. Our
nails were first prepared and then we were each given gorgeous
artificial nails. Each woman had her hair beautifully set with
our choice of a variety of available styles. A trainer
beautician not only did our makeup, but provided instruction so
we could do it ourselves if need be.
As the newest sow, I was informed that on every other visit, my
body hair would be shaved or otherwise removed, once a week with
a wax job and with a razor in between waxes.
�Do you shave me or is that job handled by one of the
Trainers?� I asked.
When my female beautician smiled and informed me that she
would be doing the honors, I expressed some surprise. �I thought
that would be a job the men would want to do.�
�Oh, I�m sure they would. In fact, we used to have the
Trainers shave the women, but they had trouble concentrating on
the job, and the women had trouble remaining still while the
Trainers worked. The result was a lot of cut pussies. So now,
we take care of that.�
---------------------------------------------
The directions for lunch attire called for hot and sexy. Marla
was determined to outdo the others. She thought about a very
short miniskirt, but she had worn that outfit to breakfast and so
had several of the other women. Finally, she decided to wear one
of the bikini bathing suits to lunch along with thigh-high hose
and heels. The bikini was certainly going to be too small and,
as a result, most of her tits would be on display along with
ample portions of her ass.
Marla arrived early and sat down to wait in one of the love
seats spread around outside the dining room. The male staff all
eyed her as did a couple of the trainers.
Lunch itself was a surprise in that the chairs were normal.
There was no phallus in the center. Turning to Susan, Marla
asked, "What happened to the vibrators in the center of the
chairs?"
"The vibrators are only present at breakfast. The idea is to
get us excited and ready for sex during the day. The Trainers
have other, better ways to excite us after breakfast, if you get
what I mean."
Marla understood perfectly.
-------------------------------------
The sexual instruction from 2-4 PM was also a surprise. Marla
assumed it would be a lot of sex with several of the Trainers
screwing all the sows. Instead, the day's instruction consisted
primarily of how to dress, how to use makeup, how to move, how to
carry on a sensuous conversation, all without being blatant about
it. Carlos was conducting the instruction.
"Remember Ladies, the idea is to be hot and sensuous without
having everyone in the room think your escort is out with a hired
whore. You have to learn that showing more is not necessarily to
be sexier. For example, take Marla. Her bikini covers almost
nothing. Just look how her tits stick out of the top. And the
bottoms hardly cover her ass. If she had not been shaved this
morning, her pubic hair would also be showing."
Marla's face flushed red with embarrassment. She wanted to
hide somewhere or least go back to her room and change clothes.
But then Carlos continued.
"Marla is not the only woman who has some things to learn about
sensuality. Take Becky. She her dress barely covers her ass.
There are no sides to the dress so half of her tits are on
display. A perfect dress if you're trying to pick up a man on a
street corner, but not for the Fox that you will soon be. Now
lets discuss how a woman can manage to be so sexy and hot that
all the men in the room get erections, yet still appear to be
appropriately dressed for the occasion."
By the end of the session, all twelve of us knew a lot more
about feminine sensuality that we had that morning.
As I was leaving, Carlos called me aside. "I hope you don't
feel badly about my using your dress as an example. You're
actually the best prospect of the twelve."
"Thank you. That's very reassuring. I appreciate you
confidence in me."
"You're most welcome. Here's your staff services card."
"What's this for?"
"Oh. I thought you had been briefed. You've seen all the
staff working on the island. Carpenters, plumbers, janitors,
gardeners, cooks, waiters, etc.?"
"Yes. What about them?"
"As you might suspect, Grayman pays them extraordinarily well.
After all, they're stuck here on this island for months at a
time. In spite of the excellent pay, if they have to go months
without sex, we won't be able to keep order nor will we be able
to persuade any one to work here. So, in addition to their pay,
they have sexual privileges with the sows. Understand?"
"I guess. You mean they can fuck us anytime they wish, like
the Trainers?"
"No. You can say "no", but that's the purpose of the staff
services card. When you entertain one of the staff, sexually
that is, he has a special punch that he will use to mark your
card one time. Each sow must have her card punched at least ten
times each week."
"When do we ever have time to do this? The entire day is
filled with scheduled activities."
"Did you notice the item at the bottom of the activities list?
Free time. During the evening, you're free to do as you wish.
You can go to a movie, dancing, watch TV, chat with the other
women, flirt with the staff, and have sex with them if you wish."
"What happens if we don't get the required ten punches on our
card?"
"Nothing drastic. You just have to spend three hours in the
"vending machine" during the evening for each punch you are
short."
"What's the vending machine?"
Carlos smiled. "Ask one of the other sows who been in it.
Many have. In fact, some women deliberately fail to get their
required number of punches so they can have the experience of the
vending machine." ----------------------------------- Chapter 8 -
Free Time
After dinner, Brenda and I were chatting. She had been on the
island a week longer than I and had lost enough weight that we
were now about the same.
"To tell the truth, I'm nervous about going out tonight. All
those men know we're available. Will they rape us?"
"Rape us?", Brenda asked, somewhat surprised. "Why should
they bother to rape us. If we say no, there are always others
who will say yes. And anyway, they know that all of us have to
say yes sooner or later or we go to the vending machine and then
we can't say no."
What's the vending machine? Have you been in it?"
"Not yet, but we all will be. The Trainers require that we
serve at least one hour a week there. Carol got only 9 punches
on her card last week and had to spend three hours there."
"Did she tell you what it's like?"
"I don't know the details, but somehow the women are tied to
platforms or something. The men can pick a woman, insert their
card, and the woman slides out or something so that they're
available. The men have a maximum of 30 minutes with her."
"That sounds both scary and erotic at the same time."
"It does doesn't it. Want to go out with me tonight. Might
make you feel more secure although there is absolutely no risk.
There's no crime on the island. None at all."
"That would be great", I responded. "I would feel much
better with you along." -------------------------
By agreement, Brenda and I dressed similarly. We each wore a
simple dress with straps holding up the bodices, which revealed
some of our cleavage without being whorish. We omitted the
stockings and went bare legged with 3 inch heels. By chance, we
had both selected white, bikini panties. Our makeup was
professional, of course, and we both wore a couple of rings in
addition to our wedding rings, a bracelet, and dangling earrings.
Given the fact that we were both 30 or so pounds overweight, we
still looked pretty good.
As we walked down the street in the sow area of the island,
which was the only area we were permitted to visit, the men
stared openly. Several asked us if we were looking for some fun.
We said, "maybe later", and they all accepted our refusal
gracefully.
We visited a video arcade. All the games were free, and we had
a great time. Later, we tried our hand at bowling and found that
we were both terrible, but it was fun anyway. Around 8 PM, we
decided to take in a movie. The seats were all comfortable and
plush. Each seat accommodated two persons. We smiled, fully
understanding the reason for the extra space. We took separate
seats but sat next to each other with only the arm rest
separating us.
Ten minutes into the movie, a group of four men sat down behind
us. One man leaned over and asked if they could join us. We
looked at each other and shrugged. Why not. We had to start
sooner or later, and the men looked nice, 20s and 30s, and they
were obviously very eager.
One of the men sat in the seat with me and one with Brenda.
The other two sat behind us. They told us their names, one was
Bud; another was Pete, but I can't remember the names of the
other two.
We both quickly lost interest in the movie as male hands
explored our bodies. Pete had his hand under Brenda's dress.
From the way her hips were moving, it was obvious that he had it
on her pussy. I didn't have much time to watch him working on
Brenda, however. The hand on my pussy demanded most of my
attention. What attention was left over, concentrated on the two
hands that reached around from behind and explored my breasts.
The movie was quickly forgotten. The man behind me pulled down
the top of my dress to expose both of my breasts. He hefted them
and squeezed the nipples until I was squirming in my seat. Bud
whispered in my ear. "Raise your ass."
When I did as he instructed, I felt my dress being pulled under
my ass and up around my waist. With the top down and skirt up
around my waist, my dress was essentially useless. A hand was
now inside my panties with two fingers sliding in and out of my
vagina. Another finger caressed my erect clitoris. There was no
way I could keep my hips still.
When I opened my eyes, I noticed that two more men had sat down
in front of us and were watching intently. Glancing to my right,
I saw that Brenda's tits were also exposed. Her skirt was up
high on her thighs, but she was still sitting on it. One of the
men in front of us said, "Take off their panties so we can see
their cunts."
With my dress already around my waist, Bud had no problem
pulling my panties down. The man in front of me assisted by
reaching over the seat and slipping them off my legs. After he
had them off, he leaned forward so that his eyes were only a foot
or so away from my pussy. I saw his arm moving as he jacked off.
I heard Pete ordering Brenda to lift her ass. She did and
very quickly her dress was up around her waist like mine and the
man in front of her had possession of her panties. Our hips
thrust up and down together as the fingers worked inside our
cunts while fingers stimulated our clits.
"I'm going to cummmmmmmmmmmmmm..."
It was Brenda's voice. She wailed loudly as her pussy
convulsed in orgasm. Several people glanced her way to watch.
The man behind me leaned over, grasped my legs, and pulled them
up and back. As my legs rose, so did my ass. Almost immediately
the man in front of me pushed two fingers into my ass. The four
fingers inside me were too much.. they pushed me over the edge
and I wailed as loudly as Brenda had when she came.
As soon as my orgasm hit, Bud was on his knees in front of me.
He lined his cock up with my throbbing cunt and drove it all the
way into me. The men watched as Bud fucked me. The guy in front
of Brenda said, "Are you gonna fuck her Pete? If not, get out of
the way because I intend to."
He didn't wait for an answer. Climbing over the seat, he
positioned himself between Brenda's spread legs and began
screwing her. While we were being fucked, the other men held and
sucked our tits. The stimulation of being laid right out in
public was intense. I came again as Bud pounded in and out of
me. Brenda grunted like the sow she was every time the big cock
in her hammered into the bottom of her cunt.
In less than five minutes, our pussies were full of cum. I
knew that they were going to have to clean the seats because I
could feel it running down the crack of my ass. After that, we
were both fucked again while we each sucked one of the men.
When the men between our legs shot off, I thought the other two
would take their places, but they preferred to cream our faces.
When they were both ready, Brenda and I leaned back in our seats
with our mouths wide open. The men stood in the aisle in front
of us, aimed their sex guns at our faces, and jacked off until
they unloaded. As soon as they had finished, two other men who
had been watching took their places, and we were each drenched
with two more massive loads of semen.
After that, the men helped us clean up and get our clothes back
in place. We all walked out together. We gave them our names
and they each punched our card.. three for me and three for
Brenda.
On the way back to the barn, Brenda commented, "Well, we
certainly got off to a roaring start, didn't we?"
I nodded as I felt the semen running down my thighs.
============================================== Chapter 9 - Night
Sounds
The late hours on the Island are different than late hours
elsewhere. Others close their bedroom doors when they retire for
the evening; on the Island, bedroom doors are required to remain
open. Trainers, or others, might decide to visit. Night owls
who are having difficulty sleeping can indulge their voyeuristic
desires. Grayman might want one of his important guests to have
access.
I thought I would become accustomed to the situation and no
longer hear the night sounds through my open door after four
weeks on the Island, but I never did. I don't think anyone ever
did. The sounds were too different, too sensuous, too arousing.
It was between 2 and 3 in the morning. The rooms and hallways
of the Sow Barn were dimly lit to allow sleeping but not so much
so that sight was obscured. The soft moans of the women had
awakened me, as they usually did. Carla's room was two doors
down from mine, and now as I lie in the shadows, I could hear her
moaning and gasping as she was fucked.
At first, her moans had been subdued and widely spaced, but
they had been steady. Gradually, their volume increased as did
their frequency when the Trainer between her legs began driving
his huge penis into her harder and faster. Soon the squeak of
the bedsprings mixed with her excited cries of passion.
Toward the end, I could her pleading... begging.. "Please...
don't stop.. more... more. Oh.. Oh.. Oh.. Oh.." Afterwards, the
squeaking of the springs were being punctuated by the rhythmic
banging of the headboard against the wall.
As Carla's screams of climax died away, the women heard new
moans coming from the opposite end of the hallway in the
direction of Sandra's room. At least it sounded like Sandra's
cries, but it could have also been coming from Vera's room. It's
very hard to tell one woman's moans from those of another. We
all sound alike when we're being fucked.
Unable to sleep, I decided to see who was getting it. There
was no need to check on Carla. She was quiet now having had an
intense climax. The Trainer with her would allow her to sleep.
Sandra's room was at the end of the hallway, so I had to pass
several other open doorways before reaching it.
Lorraine's room was next to mine in that direction. As I
passed her door, I could see the brunette on her bed, naked, of
course. She had her legs wide apart, knees steepled. Carla's
moans had awakened Lorraine as they had me. And they had gotten
her just as excited. I could see her hand moving steadily
between her open legs as she masturbated. I enjoy using a
vibrator when I do it, but Lorraine always used her fingers. I
had seen her do it many times in the last month.
She was already close, and the increasing groans of female
pleasure from the end of our hallway rapidly got her to edge.
She was saying "fuck me.. fuck me... fuck me... " over and over
as her pussy convulsed in climax. I realized that I had my hand
between my legs as I watched her cum.
I lingered a moment longer watching Lorraine with her thighs
squeezed tightly together in the aftermath of her climax. When
she rolled over onto her side, her hand still trapped between her
legs, I moved moved on down the hallway toward Sandra's room
where the moans of an excited female were becoming louder.
Martha was sound asleep. I wished I could sleep as soundly
even with the sounds of sex echoing up and down the hallway. On
the other hand, Doris was definitely not asleep. She wasn't
moaning, however, since her mouth was filled with the Trainer's
huge black phallus. At least eight full inches of cock was
sinking in and out of her mouth on every stroke, but Doris never
gagged. She took the entire shaft all the way into her throat
and continued to suck.
She held his balls with one hand, and with the other guided his
pulsing cock into her mouth hole. It was amazing to see how
much his cock stretched her mouth. He was holding the back of
her head as he thrust his cock in and out of Doris' hole. On
every stroke he drove half of the organ into her. She still
didn't gag.
Again and again, he forced her head downward as I watched.
More inches of cock sank into the the blonde's mouth. When it
was buried, he would slowly drag it out. Her cheeks hollowed as
she sucked during his withdrawal. His fingers were working in
and out of her cunt while mine were doing the same between my
thighs. Doris' eyes bulged as the black cock disappeared all the
way to his balls. He held her head in place with the entire cock
far down her throat. Her nostrils flared as she tried to
breathe.
"Suck on it Sow. Think of yourself as nothing but a hot
suck hole", the Trainer commanded. Doris began to moan about his
cock. "GGGHHAAA... mmmmmmMMMM." Marcus paid no attention.
Holding her head in place, he drove his weapon in and out of her
mouth. Saliva ran down his cock shaft, off his balls. Other
strands were hunging from Doris' chin.
I was rubbing my clit hard now, two fingers fucking in and out
between my spread legs. Marcus rammed in and out, again and
again. I could even see the bulge in her throat form and then
disappear as the huge head entered and withdrew. She was taking
all of him on every thrust.
Finally, Marcus withdrew his organ from her mouth. Her big
tits bounced as her chest heaved for breath. Even as she was
gasping for breath, her hand was working furiously at her cunt.
"OOOhhhhhh... I'm so hot... put it in me... Please... put that
big, beautiful black cock in my cunt and fuck me, Marcus..
PLEASE...I NEED IT."
"Get on your back. Spread your legs. Come on. You know how
to present your cunt to a man. DO IT!"
I just a few seconds, Doris was on her back, her legs spread
wide open with her feet pressing against the mattress thrusting
her cunt high, making it a perfect target for the Trainer's cock.
I noticed that she still wore her fuck-me heels. I wondered if
Marcus had made her put them on or if she wore them anticipating
male visitors.
Marcus was between the slutty blonde's thighs in seconds. With
one swift, sure motion, he jerked her panties to one side to
expose her open wet sex hole. Her hips were thrusting it upward,
begging him to fill it. He hesitated a moment. His body blocked
my view so I couldn't see, but I knew from experience that he was
aligning his cock with the opening to her cunt. The next moment,
he rammed himself into her. Doris wailed, her cries filling the
corridors of Sow Barn."
The force of his first thrust, drove her hips into the
mattress. Her legs few up and wrapped about Marcus' body as he
began to fuck her with steady measured strokes. Each thrust
brought new cries of intense passion from the shuddering female.
Everyone in the building knew she was being fucked. Just as I
moved on the down the passage way, I saw him pull all the way out
and then drive all of it back into her wet, waiting cunt. Doris
grunted as it thudded into the bottom of her pussy.
The shrieks from Sandra's apartment were louder than ever. I
saw Becky standing outside her door watching whatever was
happening inside. She wearing wearing nothing but a loose
fitting, white night shirt. She had her hand on her cunt
masturbating furiously. Whatever was happening to Sandra was
really turning Becky on.
When I reached the door, I put my hand on Becky's ass and
caressed her as her hips thrust back and forth in fuck motions.
Her fingers never missed a beat thrusting in and out her of cunt.
The aroma of sex emanating from Sandra's, Becky's, and my cunt
was heavy and thick.
The two Trainers with Sandra had her naked except for her heels
and stockings. They also had her blindfolded. They had been
working on her for at least a half hour, probably refusing to let
her cum. By this time, she was wild, begging, pleading with them
to let her cum.
Fred was lying on the couch with Sandra straddling his hips
with his dick sunk deeply into her vagina. The iron-hard dick was
plunging rapidly in and out of her channel. Every time Fred
rammed it into her, his hands gripped the woman's hips and pulled
them down so that she was being impaled completely on every
thrust. Each time the big shaft disappeared into her hole, a
deep moan erupted from Sandra's throat.
Moving my hand between Becky's thighs, I pushed hers away from
her cunt and replaced it with my own. She was fully lubricated
by her sexual secretions so that three of my fingers slipped
easily into her hole. I used my thumb to masturbate her clitoris
while I finger fucked her.
Moments later, I felt Becky's hand exploring between my thighs.
"Spread wider Marla so I can do you too", she gasped, feeling my
fingers working her clit. I spread and immediately had three
fingers working in and out of my cunt too. I rubbed my clitoris,
but Becky was having none of that. She pushed my hand away and
began caressing it herself as I was doing hers. Our hips snapped
back and forth as we watched Fred fucking Sandra.
Schmidt had been watching Sandra's ass as she rammed her cunt
up and down Fred's huge cock. Now, it was our turn to watch him
as he mounted the couch behind the impaled brunette. Moving
forward, he adjusted his weapon at the entrance to Sandra's ass.
His hips thrust forward and half of his cock slipped easily
inside. Becky and I smiled at each other knowingly. The big
cock had entered her ass so easily, it was obvious that they had
been having anal sex with her earlier.
Sandra's moans rose in volume and pitch as the two monster
dicks plunged in and out of her cunt and ass holes. "OOOOHHHHHHH
... SHITTTT..... DON'T STOP... DON'T STOP... I'M GONNA
CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMM..."
A few seconds later, her vagina and ass began to contract in
hard spasms about the two cocks within her. She wailed and
screamed as the men fucked her.. harder.. faster.. Her breath
was coming in tortured gasps.
"Hot show isn't it, Girls?"
We both turned when we heard Carl's voice behind us. His
hands circled my body and cupped my hanging tits. At the same
time, Barry moved up behind Becky and took possession of her
tits. Their cocks were sliding between our thighs, both fully
hard, loaded with cum, and ready. We bent forward to give them
access to our cunts, but they turned us around and indicated that
we should suck them first.
Kneeling, Becky and I each began to suck. As I worked Barry's
big rod in and out of my mouth, I watched Becky doing the same
with Carl. She was having a very difficult time due the huge
girth of his cock. It was only about 8 inches in length but the
shaft was so thick that she couldn't possibly get her hand around
it.
As we sucked, the men began to fuck our faces causing our tits
to bounce wildly. Becky gagged as the monster rod was forced
into her throat. A moment later, a cock entered my throat. In
unison, the men stopped face fucking us, pulled us to our feet,
and told us to bend over and watch Sandra getting it while they
fucked us.
We turned our backsides to the Trainers and bent over as they
switched positions. Inside the room, we saw that Fred and
Schmidt had reversed positions. Schmidt now sat on the couch
with Sandra sitting on him, her back against his chest. His
prick was buried in her asshole. Fred moved up to the couple.
We watched as Sandra spread her legs wide open in an invitation
which the Trainer eagerly accepted. When he had his body socked
solidly into her sex saddle, he drove his spear deeply into her
cunthole. The two men again began to fuck the doubly impaled
woman.
I couldn't suppress the passionate scream that came from my
throat as Carl's big cock fucked into my cunt.
"GGGHHHHHHHHhhAAAAAAA..."
Becky's loud moan followed mine. It became louder as the thick
cock sank into her more deeply. We both shrieked when the cocks
slammed into the bottom of our cunts. The four male pistons
rammed in and out of the three female holes. In moments, my
pussy began to contract in the throes of orgasm. Sandra was
screaming now as she came. Becky's juices spurted at nearly the
same time.
I felt Carl's load fire into me and begin to run down my
thighs. Barry's semen filled Becky's cunt and overflowed.
Inside the room, Sandra was taking the second load of each of the
men, Schmidt's inside her ass; Fred's in her cunt.
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Chapter 10 - A Letter to Ed
Hello Ed.
I'm sure you would like to hear about the great progress your
wife Marla is making. She's been on the Island for Seven weeks
now and has lost 34 pounds. You would hardly believe how good
she already looks. By the end of this month, she will have lost
40 pounds and will be at her final weight. At that time, she
will leave the Sow Barn for the much more lavish quarters we have
for our Cats, as we call them.
"Cat" is the final stage prior to the metamorphosis. All the
Cats are beautiful women, but not so much so as our Foxes. But
of course you already know that having seen Darrell's wife,
Susan. While a Cat, Marla will be providing her services to a
variety of men for substantial fees. This provides us partial
reimbursement for the enormous expense we incur transforming your
wife. The major profit, however, comes from the auction we hold
after the metamorphasis. I have previously described this to
you.
You will be delighted to learn that not only has Marla's
physical appearance undergone a remarkable change, her attitude
has changed to an even more astonishing extent. Without
exaggeration, I can inform you that your wife is easily the
hottest woman among the sows, and she will soon be our hottest
Cat. The price she will command at auction should be truly
incredible.
I know that being without a woman for so long must be wearing
on you. But once your wife returns, she will more than make it
up to you. She absolutely loves the sex. The Trainers and the
staff can't wait to get into her. And she uses everyone of her
orifices with awesome skill.
Her health is excellent. Her complexion glowing. Her pussy is
now completely shaved. The lips have become fuller, thicker, and
they now flange open naturally, always ready for penetration.
The Trainers all tell me that her clitoris has become much more
sensitive and responsive. Incredibly, it seems larger now than
before, probably because it is erect with sexual excitement most
of the time.
Marla is now as skilled sexually with women as she is with men.
There are eleven other sows in the barn with her, and she has
brought all of them to intense orgasms many times, sometimes with
her tongue, other times with her fingers, and on still other
occasions with vibrators or a strap on. The other women beg her
to do them.
As preparation for her duties as a Cat, your wife is taking
lessons in stripping and belly dancing. She has also practiced
diligently to learn to deep throat the largest phallus. She can
take a 9 inch dildo all the way into her throat, never gag, and
keep it there while she sucks and makes the man cum. It's
amazing to watch how she takes the man's load straight into her
belly. Truly remarkable, I must say.
Well, that pretty much summarizes the situation. Every thing
is going very, very well. Take care of yourself. You're going
to need all the stamina in the world to satisfy your wife when
she returns.
With best regards, Baxter Grayman
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