Message-ID: <31688asstr$996257401@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@slb5.atl.mindspring.net> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: "Taoman" <thomhobs@NOSPAMhotmail.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <9jrob0$v1i$1@slb5.atl.mindspring.net> X-Server-Date: 27 Jul 2001 12:54:56 GMT X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2479.0006 Subject: {ASSM} Master's Island 15/21 Date: Fri, 27 Jul 2001 14:10:01 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2001/31688> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: kelly, gill-bates, newsman REV Master's Island 15 {Taoman} {Mf+, oral, anal, bi, spanking} Master's Island copyright @2000 Taoman. The right of Taoman to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with Section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights and Patents Act 1988 Author's Note: This is the complete final revised version. I am sorry for any reader's frustration that may have occurred due to the previous version's many problems. I suggest you delete any other MASTER'S ISLAND files you have archived. Thanks go to Morgan for his patient editorial assistance in the completion of this. The complete version can be found at storiesonline.net (a free and non-commercial site). Please take time to rate the story while there. Comments: thomhobs@hotmail.com Chapter 15 The days and nights passed. I had initially started the practice of marking the passage of time by using a piece of charcoal to scratch dates on a flat piece of wood. I missed several days and had to make a catch-up estimate. Then another remiss and more time slipped by. One night as I watched a new moon crest, I realized I had no idea what day it was or how long we had been here. More significantly the need and importance of the civilized "knowing the time" had unconsciously faded. I was aware of the sun rising and the coming of night. The cycle of tides had become a daily flow in our activities. I had tossed the last vestige of civilized time into the evening fire. * * * We were hunting. I was perched on a tree branch high above a faint game trail the girls had found. I was naked except for my genitalia that were stuffed into a loose leather jock-like pouch. I had learned early and painfully why the savages in National Geographic always seemed to be wearing something like this in the bush. I held a heavy but well-balanced spear above my head as I peered into the clearing below me. The smaller females seemed to be able to slip through the undergrowth unimpeded. There was a whistle and the thick foliage rustled. A fat hog-like rodent burst squealing into view. A painted Jennifer suddenly appeared as she stepped from the dark green mass of the jungle. She seemed to leap across the clearing. She was magnificent. Jennifer was a beautiful brown blur of sleekly naked Amazon. She ran with a spear poised above her head. I watched in awe. She cast the spear and dropped the animal cleanly. The spear had entered its hindquarters and sunk in a foot. The beast squealed and spun in a circle. A running Brittany came at it from the side and with a wicked-looking homemade machete nearly detached its head at the spine with a vicious downward stroke. Blood spurted as it jerked and died. I sat down on the branch and clapped my hands in appreciation. The two huntresses looked up at me. Both looked wildly savage. The more buxom Brittany had adopted a tied-tight cloth halter for support. Her heaving breasts bulged in their restraint. Red specks of blood clung to the tops of her swelling mounds. She had a low-slung belt and leather machete sheath on her hips. Her long mane of blonde hair, now bleached almost white by the sun, was braided tightly to her head and hung behind her. The almost-white strip of pubic hair stood out from her browned loins. Her neck collar had been interwoven with some colored stones and shells. She held her bloody weapon above her head and screamed in primordial triumph. The business-like Jennifer planted her foot on the creature and tugged her spear free. She immediately closely examined the tip of her weapon for wear. She was completely naked except for her flower and shell garnished neck collar. The females had discovered body paints by crushing berries, flowers and mixing them with coconut oil. Jennifer had dark green cat-like stripes covering her brown body. I had noticed that a feminine awareness always dictated the war paint application. The swirl of color accented those up-thrust breasts and if your eye followed the pattern flow across her flat stomach and thighs it was carried to a highlighted pubis. She looked up at me and smiled, her brilliant white teeth shining from her darkened face and reddened lips. "Red meat tonight!" she proclaimed proudly. * * * Dinner spat, dripped and steamed on a spit above the fire. Brittany turned it occasionally as she watched Jennifer and me. I had decided some sex before supper would be appropriate. The cleaned and paint-free Jennifer had her arms stretched out and her hands against a palm tree with her backside thrust back. She balanced on her toes. I stood behind her between her widely spread legs with my erection nearly fully buried in her anus. She had her head down and with my slow in-stroke she moaned, brought her head up and shook the mane of her loose brown hair. "God that hurts," she said with a grunt. We had found that boiling coconut shells would release a thick oily goop. While its smell and color was slightly disgusting, it was as good a lubricant as KY jelly. We had practiced anal sex on a regular basis and the slender girl had slowly learned to accept almost a full penetration of her rectum. I was not sure what excited me more, the tightness of this lean girlish frame or my dominance in this act. I held her hips and began a slow cautious driving. She would try and meet my thrusts but would always pull back at a certain point. My cock had another inch to go to be fully buried. I could feel a tight resistance on my cock head. I pushed at it. "Oh no more," she writhed under me. "I can't." "You must," I said simply. "Rub your clit... Refocus." "Ohhhh God!" She sounded pitiful. But she dropped her hand and I saw her arm begin a slow stroke. I looked over at the watching Brittany. Her expression was of worried concern. Feeling my attention on her, she dropped her eyes and rotated the meat. The two girls had formed a very tight bond in the past weeks. They seemed to be a constant. Theirs was a relationship beyond my scope. I had noticed that whatever they would be doing was accomplished with a minimum of speech. Their individual movements could almost blend into one seamless action. "Ohhhh yesss," Jennifer hissed and her arm movement became rapidly frantic. She jerked and bounced on the end of my cock. The teenager had an intense climax. She shuddered in my hands. I held her against me, the tight resistance suddenly dropped away and I felt my hips mash against her hard bottom as we fully joined. My cock was buried to the hilt in her young ass. I felt her balled butt muscle twitch momentarily and a corresponding squeeze on my cock and then she relaxed. Her head hung loosely. I began a slow fucking of her tight recesses. She limply accepted me with a very relaxed corresponding rolling motion. "Good girl," I said soothingly. From past experience with her I knew that continued prolonged abrasion would only mean more days until our next anal session. I pulled slowly from her. As my dick popped free Jennifer collapsed weakly to her knees and then fell over on her side to lie in a ball in the sand. I turned and motioned to a cautiously expectant Brittany. She stood and walked over to me, knelt and wordlessly took me in her mouth. Her head began a slow bobbing. I knew she was completely repulsed by where my penis had just been. But the submissive overcoming her prejudices and her compliant obeisance always pleased me. "Suck it clean now," I said lightly to her. I pulled the glistening cock till the head just rested within her pursed lips. I acted if I was examining myself. Her eyes came up to mine. "That's my good Brittany," I said then placing my hands on her head I slowly fucked her mouth. After a moment I had her layback in the sand. Kneeling above her face I lowered my hips to sit on her soft full bosom and began an earnest driving into her tightly ovaled mouth. She had gotten very good at this and was able to maintain an amazing suction on even my most uncontrolled and driving thrusts. When I came it was so intense I thought she was going to suck the soul out of me. I rested, crouched over her with my shrinking erection slowly pulling from her now gently kissing mouth. Her tongue was slowly caressing the sensitive tip. She had swallowed every drop of discharge. Her eyes were closed as she was almost in a religious ecstasy as she licked the last remnants from her lips. I came to my feet and had a fleeting depressive post-coital thought of who was really maintaining an upper hand on this island. * * * Whatever species that animal might be was tasty. The hacked and tattered carcass was stuck upright on the end of a length of bamboo in the sand. I was lying back in my hammock letting supper settle. The ever-moving Jennifer squatted in the firelight running a stone against a new spear tip. Brittany was cutting strips of meat from the roast. We had adapted to one big meal a day. Dinner was no social occasion but life and death business. Talk during this period had been scant. The girls had a whispered conference earlier and I had heard "asshole" mentioned. I had wondered if they were discussing Jennifer's backside. Now only the ever-present sounds of the surf filled the void. I broke the silence. "Just take her the whole damn thing, Brittany. It will be spoiled by morning anyway." The blonde looked up me. Her expression was unreadable in the shadowed firelight. I knew the girls had secretly been feeding Kimberly the past weeks. I had let the breech of rules go un-enforced. It was unspoken knowledge among the three of us. I had not seen Kimberly except from a distance since that last fateful night. "Tell her I said to enjoy it because that is the last meal she steals from me." Now both girls stared at me "That's it. She needs to make up her mind." I added, "Tell her I said there is no help coming." I believed that to be a fact. If someone were truly looking for us, we would have been rescued by now. I had no idea what god-forsaken corner of the earth we had been blown to by that typhoon, but I had not even seen jet vapor trails in the sky. "I don't think she will ever do what you want," Brittany said softly. "Well," I said, "we shall let her starve.' The girl's exchanged glances. "I am serious... no more feeding her," I added. I would like to say that my rule had become an unquestioned absolute with these two teens. But the reality was an almost daily negotiation of status. Rules always seemed to end up having a loophole. I had gained a deep understanding of the alpha male position in a natural setting. Dominance had to be established and reestablished. The survival abilities of the unit would be handicapped if the weaker were spiritually or physically beaten to complete submission. There was a fine line we walked between questioned authority and obedience. I stretched out a foot and wagged it. "Tell her she must crawl here completely naked on her belly like a snake and lick the sand from my foot." I added. "That is if she wants to live." I gave the two my no-nonsense expression and then lay my head back to stare up at the brilliant night sky. I heard the shuffling of their feet, some receding whispers and then just the sea. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+