When I woke up the next morning, I stared around me in total confusion. At first, I couldn't remember anything that had happened at all. Then it all came back to me in a rush. I was lying naked outside one of the little huts.
Wendy was a couple of feet away from me. She was still asleep, and she too was naked. I groaned and sat up, looking around. The little camp looked like the aftermath of some battle. There were bodies lying around all over the place, all of them were girls, and all were naked.
My body was covered in bruises and little scratches, and ached all over. My pussy and asshole hurt the most, next to my jaw, that is. I got up and staggered the few feet to Wendy, collapsing next to her, and shaking her awake.
She blinked her eyes in the strong sunlight, the slowly rolled over and stared up at me.
"Are you all right?" I asked. She shook her head, and then sat up.
"Oh God," she groaned. "What the fuck happened?"
"Don't you remember?"
"Oh shit! How could I forget?" She looked around her tiredly.
"No more virgins on this island," she said, then she giggled and fell backward once more.
"We have to get away before the boys wake up," I hissed.
"What for?" she sighed. I hadn't expected that question. It momentarily stunned me.
"Do you want to go through that again?" I demanded.
"We can't get away Meghan. None of us knows the first thing about even surviving on this crummy island. All we'll do is get lost and die."
"It would be better than this," I glared.
"I don't think so."
"You always were a slut," I said, viciously. She shrugged.
I got up and moved over to where Penny was laying. She was already awake. She looked up at me through wide, blinking blue eyes that were rimmed with red.
"Penny. Come on. Let's get the hell out of here," I whispered.
She looked uncertainly around, and then nodded, and tried to stand up. She didn't make it on the first try, and I had to help her. We looked around for our clothes, but couldn't find anything, and were worried that the boys might show up at any time.
Finally, we decided to just take off as is. We took the path down to the beach, scurrying as quickly as we could without shoes. Once on the beach we headed off along the shoreline, scrambling through the waves so as to leave no footprints for the boys to track.
"Where are we going to go," she gasped, as we forced our feet through the water.
"Anywhere is better than there," I replied.
I was afraid of the boys, but more afraid of my own body. I had felt it's awakening last night, despite my will. I hadn't been able to really resist. I was worried that my will and mind would be sapped.
Wendy, who was once the strongest willed girl I knew, seemed to have given in to the brutal treatment the boys doled out to her. She even seemed to enjoy it. I knew I would soon follow suit if I didn't get away. That hot wet tunnel between my legs would take control and I would be little more than a sexual servant for those arrogant, egotistical boys.
We walked on for most of the morning. Both of us started getting real hungry soon, but neither knew much about how the boys were getting the plants and vegetables we'd all been eating for the last couple of weeks.
Finally though, we did run across some berries I servant from yesterday's breakfast. We both gorged ourselves, and then rested by the beach for an hour or so.
Penny kept cupping her big breasts, which were black and blue with bruises. The boys had really abused them the other day. Mine weren't in much better shape. It seemed that the harder they squeezed breasts, the more the boys liked it.
"What are we going to do Meghan?" Penny whimpered.
"What if it's true, like the Captain said, and we're never rescued?"
"We will be," I glared.
"But what if we're not?"
"Don't think about that, because it's not going to happen."
"We can't live out here forever on our own."
"Why not?" I said fiercely.
"We can get stupid berries as well as the boys. We can build those dumb little huts they built. If those pigs can survive, then so can we." With that, I rose and stomped off, not even turning to see if Penny followed.
We walked as far as we could before getting too exhausted to continue. Then we made a little nest just inside the jungle, carving out a little hole from the sand and dumping palm fronds into it. I found some more berries and we wolfed them down. We fell asleep easily.
The next day, we got more berries and walked on. I was determined to find someplace we could camp out together without the boys finding us. Penny was as unused to exercise as any of the girls, but endured all the walking with relatively little complaining. We had to stop often though for her to rest.
She talked about her experience with the boys as we walked. She'd been overwhelmed by the groping, fondling, rutting males. It was because of her tits, she said angrily. Several of the boys had fucked her between her breasts, and all of them had squeezed and abused them.
"If we ever get out of here, I'm getting breast reduction surgery," she vowed.
"Maybe you can give them to Annie," I mused.
"That bitch! Did you see her yesterday, wandering around and laughing at us while the boys raped us?"
"I never saw her," I confessed.
"Yeah, well, she was the one that told the Captain to make you suck his cock," she said.
"Are you sure!" I demanded. She nodded grimly. "That fucking whore is really going to get it when we get out of this."
Something grabbed me from behind and dragged me to the ground. I heard Penny screaming, and then my arms and legs were pinned down and a grinning boy knelt above me.
"Hello there baby. Having a nice little walk?" he sneered.
"Leave us alone!" I yelled.
"You got a hope," one of them said. I realized there were half a dozen of them there around us. Penny was pinned on her back as well.
"Good work men," one of them said to the others. "We'll take them back to the Captain."
I was struggling with the boys holding my arms down. I was turned on my stomach and my hands were pulled behind me and tied together with strong vines.
"You two bitches have caused enough trouble," one of them said. I recognized him as one of the boys that had been with Annie when Wendy had been whipped and sodomized.
His name was Tony, I learned. He tied a long vine around my throat, and another around Penny's. The two of us were led through the jungle, naked, with out hands tied behind us. We kept falling down, the rough jungle trail we were on wasn't very easy on two people without any shoes.
After a couple of hours, neither I nor Penny could walk much. Our feet were too covered in cuts and bruises. Tony threw me down against a low grass hill, cursing in disgust. He turned to one of the other boys.
"Cunningham, take Mike, and Joey, and go and find us two strong meat poles."
I didn't know what he meant at the time, and didn't have time to consider it. One of the boys dropped to his knees beside me and shoved my legs up against my chest. Then he drove his cock down into my hot, but dry fuck tunnel.
He grunted and strained as his cock made hard going of the dry inner walls of my pussy. After several minutes, my hole started to lubricate, and he got more power into his strokes. I heard Penny squeal in pain and turned to see her kneeling a few feet away.
Her head was pulled way, way back so her spine was bent and arched. A boy standing behind her was sliding his cock up and down between her lips, fucking it right down her throat. Another boy knelt in front of her. He held her two fat breasts in his hands and mashed and squashed them around his cock as he thrust it into her cleavage.
The boy fucking me came, and rolled off, letting my legs drop back flat on the grass. Another boy took his place, rolling me over onto my front and then pulling me to my knees. My hands were still tied behind me, so my weight came down on my head and shoulders, but he didn't care about that end of me.
My legs were pushed apart and his cock slammed down into my cunt hole from behind. His hands squeezed tightly around my waist as he drove his prong into me with long steady strokes. His hips splatted repeatedly against my buttocks, crushing them, squashing them.
He pumped furiously, his groin smashing into my splayed crotch with brutal, jarring force, his prick skewering my tortured cunny. Then he sprayed his jism down my hole and stood up, sighing, and doing up his pants.
Another boy knelt behind me and his cock pushed between my cuntlips and started fucking. Despite my fury and despair at getting caught, my pussy started to heat up. No matter how I felt, if my cunt was sufficiently ploughed, it seemed to take on a mind of its own.
I prayed silently for the boy to finish before I really heated up and he began feeling my spasming cunt around him. He was in no hurry though, driving his prong up and down my fuck tube with deliberate slowness.
I wasn't the only one who wanted him to hurry though.
"Come on Thompson," Tony grunted. "Hurry up and finish with that twat, we gotta get going." The one called Thompson grunted, and then sighed. His cock began moving into me with greater speed. Soon it was sawing back and forth inside me with enough power to send hot, quaking sensations through my body.
I could feel my belly burning with the need to cum. I fought as hard as I could, clamping down my muscles, thinking about things that were sad, and terrible, like plane crashes, and dead children. Nothing worked though. I was moving upward into a gale force orgasm.
Then his jism squirted out into me and he pulled away. I was left there on my knees, my chest heaving with the effort I was putting forth to hold back the cum. I hardly realized what was going on around me until the burning in my loins started to subside.
My wrists were untied, and then retied in front of me. Tony wound the vine around and around my wrists to a ridiculous extent. What did he think I was, Supergirl? He wound another vine around my ankles, tying them together and then winding about ten feet of vine around and around them, before tying it together. How in the hell did they think we were going to walk like this, I wondered.
The same thing was happening to Penny, and then the boys there, pulled her legs and hands up in the air and slid a long pole through them. They lifted the pole, dangling Penny from it like one of those old movies with cannibals in them.
I wondered for a brief second, whether we were going to be eaten or something. A second pole was slid between my legs and hands, and then I too was hauled into the air.
With a boy on each end of the pole, we trudged through the jungle. To say the position lacked dignity was a massive understatement. I swung back and forth from side to side, my going straight up in the air, along with my arms, my head hanging down behind me, filling with blood. I was extremely dizzy after a while, but the boys didn't care.
They changed pole bearers every little while. I didn't seem to be much of a burden to them, as they moved pretty fast. I got so dizzy from the blood rushing to my head that I started to get delirious.
The trail we were passing along was overgrown with every manner of bush and grass. In fact, it was hardly a trail at all. The boys carried us bouncing and jouncing through tall grass that was higher than our heads. In my delirious state, the brushing and rubbing of the grasses against my ass and pussy began to excite my body.
It was a very gentle caressing kind of movement. The grasses were swaying back and forth because of the passage of the boys in front of me. It never would have done more than cause mild excitement if I had been lucid. But in this state, hour after hour, it started building up an enormous head of steam in my pussy.
Those horrible, endless rubbing grasses were driving me insane as they kept massaging my defenseless crotch. The little flickering brushes were enough to turn my whole ass and crotch into a hyper sensitive, throbbing mass of quaking flesh, but they weren't enough to push me over the edge into orgasm.
Instead of cumming, and releasing all that heat, my fires just kept burning and burning, going higher and higher until my entire body pulsed and shivered with the passion within me.
I might have gone permanently insane if the boy on the front of the pole hadn't ignored a low bush in the center of the trail. It was really beneath his notice, since he just stepped over it. It was only about a foot or so off the ground.
My ass was only six inches or so off the ground though. As he carried me forward, the trunk of the little bush, which must have been several inches around, ran straight into the valley between my ass cheeks.
It hit dead center against my cuntmound with enough force to send a furious searing rush of sexual energy through my beleaguered frame. Instead of going around, he just pulled on the pole, jamming my crotch against the little bush hard.
I exploded. I screamed at the top of my lungs as my body was racked by uncontrollable contortions and convulsions. Every fibre of my body spasmed and flared as that terrible sexual heat was finally expelled.
He kept pulling and my body eventually pushed the bush forward and then went through it. It seared a white hot trail down between my buttocks until it scratched past my anus and was gone.
I made loud and weird noises, or so Penny told me later, and Tony came back to me and grabbed my head by the hair, jerking it upright. He obviously thought that I was acting like I was because of the way my head had been hanging down behind me.
He shoved my head through my arms so they would hold it upright, and I stared dazedly at my own chest and belly for a number of minutes while my head reeled with the sudden loss of blood.
My senses started to come back to me, and I became aware of the pain in my wrists and ankles. All my weight was being suspended by the vines around them, and they were starting to cut into my skin. My hands were already feeling cold from the lack of circulation.
Not long after that, we were being carried into the center of the camp. At first I didn't understand this, after all, we'd walked for almost two days, and here we were back in only a few hours.
It turned out of course, that the island was sort of round. The Captain had known we would be following the beaches since we had no shoes, and had sent a party straight through the woods in either direction to intercept us.
There were cheers from the boys as we were hauled through the camp. The girls didn't make any sound, except for Annie. She wandered over to us and grinned maliciously down at me as I hung there from the pole.
"How nice to see you once again Meghan," she sneered.
The Captain came out of a hut then and stood before us, glaring down sternly.
"Disobedience can, and will not be tolerated," he said, in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear.
"These two have willfully ignored the rules and have caused hardship for the men who had to search them out and protect them from their own ignorance and foolishness."
"They must be punished, and the entire community will join in to chastise them and show them the error of their ways and the unity of our condemnation."
He gestured and the boys lowered us to the ground, then pulled the poles out from between our arms and legs. My hands and feet were untied and I was roughly hauled to my feet before the Captain. Penny was pushed next to me where she trembled in apprehension.
"And what shall be their punishment?" the Captain said, in a booming voice. I felt a sudden, very stupid, bravery.
"Isn't looking at you punishment enough?" I squeaked. He blinked and his eyes narrowed. I could have killed myself, unfortunately, I was afraid he was going to do just that.
I was frogmarched over to where a tall frame had been set up. It consisted of two upright poles and a third joining them together about eight feet off the ground. My wrists were tied to each pole, high enough up so I was hanging a foot off the ground. My wrists, already sore from supporting my weight, ached anew.
My legs were pulled apart, and also tied to the upright poles, leaving me in a taut X shape. The Captain stood next to me as the rest of the camp gathered around.
"This female has been disobedient, mutinous, and insolent," he said. "She will be punished according to the rules set forth in military manual that accompanied our forefathers on the North American continent."
I didn't really know what he was saying. I was exhausted, miserable and sore. My mind pulsed with dread and worry. I looked around me at the teenagers gathered there. Most of the boys looked just as arrogant as I remembered.
The girls were a mixture of visible emotions. Annie and Cathy obviously couldn't wait for my punishment to begin. Kelly and Holly were like zombies. Wendy looked at me with wide, but almost mindless eyes. There was a slight smile on her face, and her hand rubbed against her naked crotch.
Then something slammed into my back, high up near my shoulders. I screamed in pain and rocked forward against the vines holding me. My back burned with pain, and I realized that the Captain had begun his punishment.
I tried to twist my head around, to see behind me. I only managed to see the Captain's arm swinging what looked like one of the boys military leather belts before it hit my back again and pain crashed through my system.
My mind was filled with frantic, howling anguish as the belt slammed into my back again and again. Each blow made a resounding CRACK! that echoed around the small gathering watching. Each blow sent my body rocking forward against the vines restraining me. Each sent a fresh surge of searing pain through my overloaded system, and faded slowly into a dull, burning ache.
The belt slashed down across my buttocks, sending my loins rocking forward. I heard Annie laugh and say something to one of the boys, but couldn't make it out. The belt cracked down again, and then again, crisscrossing my ass cheeks with a deliberateness that contrasted against the brutal power of the blows.
Then he stopped. He called out a name. I never bothered to look up to see what was going on. My head hung loosely down, hair covering my sight of the people gathered around me. The belt whistled through the air and slashed against my buttocks once again. Five quick blows in succession cracked and whipped against my ass before there was a pause.
Another name was called out and one of the boys standing just in front of me moved toward me. I could see him briefly pass beside me, and then seconds later there was another blow, this one against my back. Four more blows followed, each one sending rocking my helpless body forward, sending fresh pain through the blurring wave of fire that encompassed my back and buttocks.
Another name was called out. It was Annie. A hand grasped my hair and pulled my head up. Annie was standing right in front of me, her hand in my hair. There was a nasty smile on her face and she held a belt in her hand. "Don't fall asleep now Meghan dear. I want you to appreciate the effort I'm going to here," she sneered.
Then she moved around behind me and the belt lashed down across my buttocks. I grunted, low in my throat, my limbs twitching in reaction. The belt lashed down again, this time across the middle of my back, then again, against my shoulders.
She appeared around in front of me, looking at me with a pouty frown.
"Meghan the least you could do is scream a little to show everyone you appreciate your punishment," she glared. There was a sadistic gleam in her eyes as she stared at my naked form.
"Maybe you need a little more encouragement," she taunted.
She pulled back the belt and then grunted with effort as she flung it forward against me. The belt flew forward and slashed across my right breast. I shrieked in agony as the belt left a fiery trail across the sensitive skin. She grinned happily and raised the belt again. Again it flew forward and cracked against my left breast, jerking me backward against my bindings.
Then Cathy took the belt. She didn't seem as happy as Annie, but she put a great deal of effort into lashing the belt sideways across my twin mounds. I screamed, convulsing and shaking against my bindings. Four more times she flung the belt against my breasts, bringing a hot, burning pain to my chest.
Then Wendy was given the belt. Her eyes glowed with lust, and a strange flush darkened her skin. She licked her lips, and then brought her arm back.
If I expected a weak, pretend blow, I was sorely disappointed. The belt whipped across my breasts with more power than either of the other girls had shown. I gasped and my eyes rolled back in my head as the belt made a hot, red welt directly across the center of both breasts, cracking down squarely over the two nipples.
Then Wendy turned the belt around, her eyes almost in a daze. She held the belt by the soft end, with the buckle at the far end. She pulled back her arm and whipped the belt against my breasts again.
The hard metal buckle slammed into the center of my right breast with such force that it drove through the wall of flesh and slammed directly against my ribs beneath. My breast flesh wobbled and shook under the force of the impact, and agony lanced through my body.
She brought the belt back again and whipped it down across my left breast, then giggled as my body shook and jerked before her. She dropped the belt and then moved forward a few feet to stand directly before me. Her mouth moved against my right breast and she suckled my nipple gently, caressing it with her tongue and lips.
I heard a scream. In my half conscious state, I thought it must be my own. It repeated, higher and more frantic, and my blurry eyes looked away. There was another set of poles across the camp and Penny was tied to them. Tony was flinging a belt against those melon like breasts of hers, making them jiggle and wobble and bounce up and down.
I felt a brief moment of sympathy, and then my back erupted in furious pain as the belt slammed against it. I lost consciousness, so I don't know if everyone in the camp beat me like they say. My brutalized body was left hanging between the poles.