index


Message-ID: <31688asstr$996257401@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
From: "Taoman" <thomhobs@NOSPAMhotmail.com>
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




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.         |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+