It was several hours later that I woke up. My body was exhausted. I felt like I'd been through hell. I wearily rolled over and then slowly pulled myself to a sitting position in the grass.
My hands were untied, and I wiped my dangly, sweaty hair out of my face and looked around. Hardly anyone was in sight, except for one boy doing some gardening and Miss Carter asleep outside the Captain's hut.
I rested for several minute before getting to my shaky feet. I stumbled through the camp, and then down the narrow trail to the beach. My body was all sticky and I wanted something to clean me off. I probably would have done better to drop into the freezing cold waters of the pond. It would have woken me up fast enough, and put an end to my lethargy.
Several of the girls were down at the beach. They looked up with interest as I stumbled down through them. When they saw I wasn't a boy though, they went back to their suntans.
I moved past them to the water, wading in to my knees and then simply falling forward into the surf. The water felt good washing over my body. I just lay there in the water for several long seconds, letting it rinse some of the sweat and cum from my body.
I had to breath eventually though, and rose to my knees in the surf, gasping for air. I tilted my head way back, letting the water drain back to the ocean. Then I dropped forward again, submerging myself beneath the foot deep waves, letting my breasts plunge down into the soft silty earth beneath the water.
I lay there for almost a minute, then rose again, again throwing my hair back. I brought my hands up to my hair and squeezed it out behind me, then rose to my feet and shambled back to the beach, to drop down in the sand next to Wendy.
She shook herself as I dropped some water on her, then looked up at me brightly.
"Hello," she chirped.
"Hello," I chirped back. I closed my mouth in confusion. Was that me?
"Hi," I said, experimentally. I thought I sounded normal that time.
"You had the big one," she said, eyes wide and knowing.
"Huh?"
"The big one. The Captain's big one."
"You mean his prick?"
She nodded.
"Have you ever had it?"
She smiled dreamily. "Uh huh."
"It's huge isn't it."
"Uhhhmmmm." I looked around at the near empty beach.
"Where's everyone else?"
"Don't know. My masters gone away somewhere," she said sadly. We lay there for a couple of hours until one of the boys showed up and fetched Cathy and Amy to come and start dinner. Me and Wendy trailed along because she was hoping one of her "masters" would be back and she could get a good "doing".
The boys weren't eating the same gooey paste we'd had the last couple of days. They had a mixture of coconuts, pineapples, and other fresh fruit and vegetables, as well as some kind of meat, that looked kind of like a pig.
Some part of me wondered why the boys didn't eat the same stuff we did. I quickly forgot it though, when a boy showed up and grabbed me by the arm, pulling me over to the side of the camp.
He pushed me down onto my hands and knees and then knelt behind me. Without saying a word, he pressed his stiff pecker against my cuntal opening and then worked it inside. I grunted and sighed happily as he fucked into me for several long minutes. I came within seconds, then came again at least twice more.
He shot his wads inside me and then pulled away.
"Get our stuff ready," he said. I looked up at him blankly.
"Our food, stupid. Don't you know anything?"
"No," I ventured.
"What!?"
"I mean, I don't know what you mean." He glared at me.
"You're our girl understand? You're mine and Rick's and Steve's." I cocked my head in confusion, wondering what he meant.
"We're your masters you stupid little piece of cunt meat," he snapped. That rang a bell somewhere.
"Oh," I said.
He tromped arrogantly off and I scuttled over to Wendy to ask her what he meant. She jumped and clapped her hands, happy for me having "masters".
She showed me where the food was kept and how to cook the meat on these long sticks so it didn't get burned.
Carolyn had dropped the piece of meat in the fire the other day and one of her masters had been so mad he'd held her tit over the flame till she'd screamed in pain. Heather had burned one of her master's meet and been beaten so hard, she'd lost consciousness.
I discovered that the they had rearranged the ownership of the girls to take in Penny and me. The other girls were upset because now they only had three masters each instead of four.
The Captain had three girls all to himself, plus Miss Carter. We all felt both sorry for them and envious of them. They had to share a master, but what a master! That great huge cock of his would tear your guts apart if given enough time, we all agreed.
The girls he used, Kelly, Holly and Carolyn, were in a perpetual state of dazed astonishment. Miss Carter was little better.
After the boys had eaten, we had to put on shows for their entertainment. The boys would think of what they wanted to see and then choose the girls to do it.
Kelly and Holly had to lick each other out, and then fight to see who would get to be fucked by the Captain. Although they were sisters, they fought viciously for the right to have that huge swollen meat filling their bodies.
They exchanged fearful blows and kicks, wrestling each other through the dirt in front of the circle of men gathered around the fire. Kelly finally managed to twist her hand through her twins' hair, yank her head way back, and then deliver a hard blow to Holly's belly, doubling her over and knocking the wind out of her.
She'd then twisted the helpless girl's arms behind her and shoved her face into the dirt until the Captain had nodded curtly.
Cathy, Amy, and Heather sang songs, and Annie did a slutty, but sensuous dance that had many peckers rising into the darkening evening.
Me and Carolyn had to compete with each other, lying side by side in the sand, we had to masturbate each other. The winner was the girl who managed to make the other girl cum first. We both spread our legs wide and stuck our fingers in each other's pussies, twisting and pumping, and pinching and rubbing.
I lost. My body was still hyper from this morning and last night. I'd cum like gangbusters, groaning and crying out in pleasure, and rutting against Carolyn's fingers.
As punishment, I had to stand in the center of the circle and bend over and clutch my ankles. Annie took a thin stick out and whipped my ass a dozen times until it was all red and burning. She managed to whip the tip of the little switch right into my pussy a couple of times, sending screaming pain through my system.
I was so worked up though, that it made me cum again, and then Annie was punished for making me cum without being told to. Her punishment, which she suffered with great indignation, was to eat out Wendy.
Needless to say, she wasn't happy about having to kneel in front of the perky blonde and suck on her pussy.
Then we poured some water into a low dirty hole to produce an awful mud patch and several of the girls had to wrestle in it. The boys really liked that. One guy got hot enough to stick it to Amy right there at the edge of the fire.
Another boy had Heather draped face down across his lap as he knelt there. His hands were working on her pussy, driving her crazy with lust. He got hot watching the mud wrestling and had her suck him off.
After that the whole camp kind of degenerated into a massive orgy. My three masters shared me. I spent the next hour on my hands and knees, sucking off one, getting him nice and hard and wet, while another fucked me from behind.
When the one behind me pumped his sperm up my pussy, he'd move away and the one in front would go around and stick it to me while I sucked the third. When he came in my cunt, the third would move around and stuff his prick into my hole while I sucked off the first one again.
Finally, my three masters went to their hut and slept.
The next day dawned with another mushy meal of gruel juice, as I privately called it. I think I had a kind of hazy idea that this stuff was responsible for us girls' weird behavior, but my mind was too flighty to put the thought together with any kind of action.
I went down to the beach and washed myself as best I could, then hurried back to make breakfast for Rick, Steve, and Merl. Rick assfucked me before eating, and then of course, I had to suck his cock clean, yuckie! I had to go out into the jungle with Merl and Steve because they were going harvesting coconuts that morning.
It was a real pain. I had to carry all the waterskins and lunch, and I had a heck of a time making my way down the trails behind them. At least I got to lie down in the sun while they climbed the trees. Heather was along too, on account of her three masters, Jeff, Ron, and Larry, were also on the harvest.
Me and her got horny lying there naked, and it wasn't long before we started giggling and feeling each other up. Then I got between her legs and sucked on her little clitty like mad, making her squeal with glee. After that we sixty-nined for a couple of cums until the boys got finished.
When they got back, Jeff suggested trading bitches for the morning, so Merl and Steve fucked Heather while Jeff, Ron and Larry screwed me. I thought that was great, cause I got an extra guy to fuck.
They stretched me out on my back on a kind of low hillock, with my back curved across the top of the hill. Jeff knelt over my face while I sucked down his cock, and Ron lifted my ass into the air and jammed himself down my pussy slot.
They came pretty fast, which disappointed me. Fortunately Larry made up for their speed. I'd been wanting his cock since I saw him screw Wendy that first day. It was nice and big and hard, and I loved the feel of it as it slid down inside my belly.
He let me put my legs and arms around him and hump back as he rutted into me, which most of the boys wouldn't tolerate. I pulled him tight against me, wanting every last inch of his hard cock in my cunt hole. I felt dizzy with lust as that long rod slid up and down in my gut.
Something had happened to me that made the feeling of a cock into something that drove all thought but lust from my brain. I'd been no virgin before, but now I was a fucking nymphomaniac. I like crazy as Larry plugged me, and then came again, and then again.
How could I be worried about anything when I was having so much fun? Who cared about whether we'd ever get rescued or not? Who cared if the boys were bullies, and treated us like dirt? All I wanted was to be fucked and fucked and fucked.
I felt a little sorry for Heather, on her knees a few feet away. Steve was a real nasty bastard, and he wasn't letting up any on account of Heather being small and submissive. He had a good sized prick, and it was rock-hard.
He was slamming it into Heather's asshole with a brutality that must have hurt her. From the look on his face, a kind of arrogant, cruel meanness, he was hoping he was. He had his big hands almost completely around Heather's tiny waist as he pounded his loins against her tiny round buttocks.
I could see them being mashed and flattened with each tremendous crashing lung of his broad powerful hips against her. His round cock slammed down her rectum with furious speed and force, driving balls deep into her gut on each downstroke.
Only his hold on her waist kept his strokes from throwing her forward into the grass. His belly and hips cracked against her with a resounding slap and thump as his purple headed prick plunged up and down her hole.
He knew that the hardest part for her was getting her asshole open around his cockhead, so he kept pulling his prick completely out of her. He'd rub it against her ass cheeks for a few seconds, then poise it at the entrance to her rectum and lunge forward, spearing the poor girl with awesome force.
I was sure he was going to kill her if he kept it up, and from the look on Heather's face, she did too. But finally, just as Larry was finishing with me, Steve slammed fully into her and held it there. His hands slid over her belly, jerking her back up against him. He groaned over her shoulder as he pressed his hands into her titties, and his cock blew it's wad up inside her.
Heather could hardly walk after that, her asshole was killing her, and bleeding slightly. Larry got so mad at her slowing us down on the way home that he grabbed a thin switch off the ground and walked behind her, smacking her buttocks whenever she slowed. By the time we got back to camp her buttocks were a blazing mass of red welts and cuts.
When we got back to camp we found the girls all gathered together dancing. It wasn't the kind of dancing you'd see at a disco or anything. Annie was teaching them all to do sensuous erotic dances, swinging their hips back and forth, weaving and turning to a pounding drumbeat.
One of the boys, I think he was Annie's master, was beating on a hollow log as he watched the dancing. He had a hardon, so I guess the lessons were going well. Me and Heather had to join the dancing, it was mandatory apparently, the boys having liked Annie's performance the other night so much.
I didn't think much of it, but then nobody asked me. Some of the guys gathered around as we all swayed and rolled to the drumming. They weren't helpful, calling out obscene insults to us as we practised, and making threats as to what would happen if we didn't get it right.
Annie had one of those switches, and she walked around examining everybody's dancing, and whipping them if they weren't being energetic enough. It seemed to me that it didn't much matter how good the girls were, Annie would slap them anyway.
Wendy, for instance, being pretty athletic, was probably one of the best of us. Her body swung and rolled, twisted and writhed. She shook her hips and chest in opposite directions in a snake like manner that I thought was better than Annie's own dancing, maybe Annie did too, but she stood beside the blonde girl, shouting insults anyway.
She kept whipping the long thin stick down on Wendy's back and buttocks, cursing her as a worthless whore. There wasn't much Wendy could do either. We'd already learned that Annie was a kind of teacher's pet. She was often permitted to discipline girls who'd broken some minor rule or other.
We all loathed her of course. Even Cathy was beginning to despise her erstwhile friend. Annie always carried the whip and liked to use it, even on Cathy. Aside from Wendy and Penny, in fact, Cathy was fast becoming her favorite target.
Annie moved over to Penny, who was awkwardly trying to shake her chest from side to side without losing her balance. Annie brought the whip crashing down across Penny's bouncing breasts, drawing a squeal of pain.
"It's not my fault," Penny wailed.
"Oh really," Annie purred. "You always thought those big cow tits of yours were so great before," she brought the stick down on them again.
"Maybe we should cut them off," Annie glared. She couldn't of course. The boys liked them too much. Then a nasty grin came to her face.
"I know what we can do to help you," she leered. She went over to one of the huts and returned with some of the long vines the boys used for rope. Penny had to bend forward, letting her fat tits hang down below her.
Annie wrapped the vines around the round fleshy bags, pulling tight as Penny winced and grit her teeth. When she stood up straight again, her tits were squeezed into round, hard balls that stood straight out on her chest like mushrooms growing sideways on a hill.
The vines dug deep into her flesh, narrowing her breasts to a few inches width near her chest, then squeezing and swelling the meat out in their fleshy skin bags. They were so taut and hard now that Penny could jump up and down without them moving at all. They must probably hurt like hell though.
That night we all did our stupid dances, and the boy voted on who was best and who was worst. The worst was Carolyn, who had always been kind of awkward and soft physically despite her intelligence.
The boys decided that her problem was, she didn't keep her ass stuck out enough, and her head up and back. They stuck a curved stick in her asshole and tied a vine to the protruding end. The other end of the vine was tied to her hair, thus pulling her head way back.
She had to walk around like that the rest of the night, with her head tilted up at the stars and her ass pulled outward.
The best was Wendy, which pissed Annie off. Wendy was rewarded by getting fucked by the Captain. All of us oooohed and aaahhhed at that. The Captain's fucks were something to remember, even if they hurt like hell and made you a mindless dolt for hours afterward.
Miss Carter, and the twins looked kind of relieved, as if hoping Wendy would drain off some of the Captain's energy before they all went to bed for the night.
Wendy, in fact, obviously considered this a mixed blessing. Her reluctance was noted by the boys, with much jeering and hooting.
The Captain grinned, standing up and skinning his hand up and down his long, massive cockpole. Wendy swallowed nervously, standing up and tremulously approaching Captain Brown.
"Well, now," he leered. "How shall we have it boys?" he stroked his hands over her firm, flat belly.
"Doggie style maybe?"
"Have the bitch on top," one boy suggested.
"Fuck her in the ass," another said.
"Just spread her legs and screw her silly Sir."
"Shove her ankles up by her ears!"
"Yeah!"
"No, no. I'm too tired for this. I'm just an old man," he laughed. He sat back down, then lay down flat.
"Come on pussy, sit on it," he sneered.
There was a ripple of laughter from the boys, and Annie, and Wendy resignedly knelt over him, positioning her crotch above his hard log of a cock.
It was kind of amazing to watch her kneeling there, legs apart, and see that humongous prick standing up straight from the Captain's crotch. You could see just how far up inside her that thing was going to have to go for his balls to be hugged by her buttocks.
Wendy grabbed his cock in both hands and lowered herself till her crotch hole was placed right against his curbed cockhead. She closed her eyes slightly, then spread her legs a little further apart, dropping her body an inch lower.
We could all see her cuntmound mashed and flattened against that fat hunk of meat. It seemed far too thick to go inside her little slit. She pushed down harder, and his cock spread her pussy lips apart, trying to force its way into her.
She clenched her jaw, and lowered further, and her cuntlips spread and spread around that massive rounded pole. Then she grunted slightly as the prong pushed through her cuntlips and the cock sank up into her cuntal tube. She swallowed again several times, and I could see the beads of sweat standing out on her forehead from the ache in her pussy.
The Captain was just lying on his back, hands behind his head, watching her with a grin.
Her legs slid further apart, dropping her body down another half inch, then another, then another. I could see that it was pure torture for her, like being in childbirth only in reverse. Inch by inch, that monstrously thick cock moved up into her groaning fuck tube.
I was just glad I was so out of it when I'd done the same before. I'd hardly felt any pain, well, not after the first few seconds.
She had about five inches in her by now, and each additional inch made her breathing quicken, and her skin flush. She dropped lower, and then lower, bringing another four inches into her belly. Her face was red and flushed, her whole body sweating with exertion.
She lowered further, and gasped in pain. I guessed his cock had hit the end of her fuck pit. Still, she tried to go further down, spreading her legs apart more and more. Her body didn't go lower though. It looked like she was being impaled on that steel hard pole of his.
Then something inside her gave way. She gave a cry of pain, and suddenly sank down another two inches. Her eyes widened in amazement as she felt that log up inside her. She shuddered all over and swayed sideways, almost fainting.
Her buttocks were just touching his thighs now, and we all knew there must still be another inch to go. Wendy looked exhausted, and she hadn't even started to fuck yet.
She slower began to rise up, letting some of that painful prong out of her pussy tunnel. The Captain would have none of that though. He grabbed her hips and jammed her down fully onto his fuck meat.
The whole thing went up into her belly, and Wendy gave a strangled cry of agony and shivered as the boys cheered. The Captain held his hands firmly around her waist, preventing her from rising, making her cunt hold the whole massive prong.
I winced as I watched her sway atop the pole. I compared the length of his cock with her position now and figured the thing must practically be up past her stomach now. I was just glad it wasn't me.
He held her there for a full minute, while we all waited to see if she'd faint.
"Let's go pussy. Shake your little ass," he ordered then.
Wendy put her hands flat on his broad muscular chest, and weakly pushed herself upward. I could see the relief on her face as inch after inch of red cock slid out of her crotch.
She went a foot up, till the cockhead pressed against her pussylips from behind. She hung there a second, reluctant to drop back, but knowing she had now choice.
She moved back down, sliding down onto that bloated prong, taking the entire thing up into her belly till her ass cheeks flattened against his thighs again.
The Captain flattened his hand on her lower belly and pressed inward, rubbing around in circles. I wondered if he were trying to feel his cock in there. His hands fondled and squeezed her buttocks and slid up her body to cup her breasts.
She started rising and falling with more speed, her cunt sucking that long fat cock into it more easily as it adapted to the size. Wendy's flushed face was turning a strange shade of white. Her eyes were alternately wide open or tightly slitted, as she rose and fell on that long pole.
Then she leaned far back, her hands on his knees. She took the cock fully into her belly and ground her crotch against his belly as she arched her back and gave a loud, long sigh of pleasure.
She humped down against him, slapping her buttocks against his legs in short, quick little jerks as she slid through an orgasm.
When she recovered she began to plunge her hot box up and down the pole again, really sliding her chute over it now as her heightened sexual tension enveloped her body. She came again, dropping straight down from the top of her stroke, letting her body simply fall down onto that cock as she cried out in orgiastic passion.
The Captain grabbed her and pulled her belly down against his, locking his lips on hers as his hands held her buttock and he rutted up into her.
Wendy's legs spread straight out behind her and they flopped and bounced in the sand ineffectually as the Captain humped himself up at her.
She kissed him back, rubbing her tits against his chest as she humped back at him. Then her eyes opened wide in surprise and gasped and grunted, wiggling herself on his prong. The Captain closed his eyes and his hands on her ass held her tightly against him.
Wendy told me afterward she'd never felt cum shooting into her with such force. It was like shoving a hose into her pussy and turning the tap on full, she said.
Anyway, Merl grabbed me about then and threw me back onto the ground. His body blocked my view of Wendy and the Captain as he dropped atop me and stuffed his cock down my pussy slit.