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REV Master's Island 16 {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 16

   There was a faint brine scent in the breeze, which rustled the overhead
palms in a whispery clicking manner.  In the mottled shade below I sat
upright on our homemade wood stool.  Jennifer was using a palm-sized shard
of plane fuselage to shave the stubble from my cheeks and neck.  She had an
uncanny knack of bringing an incredibly sharp edge to this crude razor. 
She could maintain this with a practiced swiping against the volcanic
pumice she kept dangling on a low-slung belt about her bare hips.



   Developing this skill had come from the two girls' own need and
incentive.  Evidently hairy legs were a little too retro for my young
heathens.



   Brittany sat nearby.  She was weaving soft grasses together for new
sleeping mats.  Today she was tethered by collar and link chain to the
overhanging palm tree.  This fate was the consequence of a major breach of
discipline.  I had found Brittany had been stashing portions of her own
food to later sneak off to her older sibling.  To ensure her future
compliance during most of the day the chain's radius was the limit of her
world.  Unless she was off with me hunting and foraging all her other camp
duties lay within this range.



   Jennifer's involvement had been uncertain but I was sure she had been
aware of the deception.  Despite her strenuous denials her punishment had
been a rare corporal punishment.  Days later the healing whitish stripes
still contrasted sharply with her otherwise darkly tanned buttocks.



   She ran the edge down my throat.  There was only the slightest tugging.
The females had concocted a mixture of aloe and coconut oil, which resulted
in a thick smooth lather.  Female sensibilities had felt the additional
need for a barely tolerable sweet pungent scent from crushed flowers to
this formula for an all purpose lotion.



   She stuck the blade in a conch shell full of water at her feet and then
wiped the blade with a thick leaf.



   We had been talking about the sea currents and the size of some recent
fish we had both seen when she suddenly changed the tone of the
conversation.

   "Brittany wants to talk to you," she said in a businesslike tone.

   I was immediately alert.  The more out-going Jennifer was typically the
designated spokes person of the two teenagers.  This was a bold request
from the usually more subordinated Brittany.

   Leaning forward Jennifer lifted a finger under my chin and gently tilted
my head.  She made another swipe and rinsed the blade.  Peering closely at
the edge, Jennifer ran her thumb along the length.  She then pulled out the
fist-sized stone and honed it with some quick exact movements.



   "Okay," I said, "Lets hear it."



   Jennifer re-examined her work then turned to Brittany.



   "He said okay, Brit," she told her.



   Brittany had been listening.  She immediately set down her project and
arose.  Dragging her chain behind she came to us and knelt at my feet.  She
kept her head bowed and her hands clasped.  If Jennifer exhibited this type
of behavior I knew it was probably verging on facetious but with Brittany,
her submission always was very sweet and sincere.



   "I am so worried about Kimberly," she said as looked at my feet.



   I had expected this confrontation for the past week.  I knew there was
an undercurrent of feminine communication among the three outside of my
sphere of awareness.  I sat with my eyes closed, head tilted back and
listened.  Standing behind me Jennifer leaned forward and ran the razor
around my Adam's apple.



   "Jennifer says Kimberly is having a very hard time.  We just can't let
her slowly starve to death," Brittany added.



   Jennifer flicked her wrist upward to finish the swipe.  Using one of the
last few tattered cotton rags we had salvaged she rinsed and wiped my neck
and face.  Then she shifted to face me too.

   Brittany reached out a tentative hand and touched my knee.

   "Kimberly wants to come and talk to you," she said quietly.

   Her eyes were lowered initially but then she hesitantly looked up to
watch me.



   I stood up.  I had taken a second damp rag from Jennifer and was rubbing
my entire face.  I smiled behind the cloth and then went to my
authoritarian look and dropped my hands.



   "When?" I asked.



   Brittany was immediately cautious and again dropped her eyes and spoke
quietly.  "We thought maybe she could come for supper." She looked up at me
in a truly meek and beseeching manner with those large doe eyes.



   I paused a moment as if considering this proposition then conceded,
"Well I will NOT change my rules, but she can come and talk" Actually, I
thought, some new company would be a welcome change.  I found the
perspective of seeing the lovely Kimberly after this length of time as a
pleasant diversion.



   Brittany clapped her hands "YES!" she exclaimed.  She leaned forward to
hug her lush nakedness tightly against my thighs.



   I stepped back breaking the embrace and in the process clumsily knocked
the stool over.  I had found that the more my dick got involved in these
power negotiations the less bargaining room I maintained.



   "But you slaves had better behave.  This will not be a three against one
battle," I said sternly.



   I touched Brittany's nose with my finger.  "BEST behavior.  You know
EXACTLY what I mean," I added looking at both girls.



   "Oh we will!  I promise," giggled an exuberant Brittany as she rose from
her knees.  The girls huddled and immediately began making excited plans.



   I walked away from the two and began making my own plans.



   * * *



   Jennifer and Brittany had envisioned some type of Hawaiian luau at dusk.
I had complained about not being involved in the decision to change my
routine to such a late dinnertime.  But then despite myself had become
involved with their preparations.  I had fabricated several torches on
bamboo poles and stuck them around the camp.  I had used tightly wrapped
fronds, which I had sprinkled with a bit of our precious hoard of JP5.  The
intrepid Jennifer had speared and skillfully pulled ashore a small shark.
Over the weeks Brittany had progressively developed her culinary skills. 
She had been busy about the camp all afternoon.



   At the last gleam of sunset I had sparked the torches.  The wind caught
the suspended fires and whipped the flames.  The torchlight cast on the
sand was a deep red.  The shifting and pulsating shadows gave the camp an
unsettling ominous aura.



   "Welcome to the Devil's Lair," I mused to myself as I swung back and
forth in the hammock.  I was sitting upright and sideways with my arms
out-stretched and my feet dangling.  I watched Jennifer and our evening's
guest as they approached on the twilit beach.  Kimberly looked gorgeously
civilized next to the accompanying dark and savagely naked teenager. 
Kimberly had somehow reclaimed an outfit from the plane's salvage.  The
designer safari clothes were clean and tailored even if slightly wrinkled.
Her hair was brushed out, shiny and full of body.  She was dark from the
sun.  She swung a loose pair of sandals in her hand as she walked barefoot
in the sand.  Evidently the girls had been sharing more than food with her
as I could see subtle evidence of some of the familiar homemade cosmetics
on her lips, cheeks and eyes.



   She came and stood before me.  I made no attempt to cover my nakedness.
My very casual reclining posture with my legs wide spread created a focal
point at my groin.  Kimberly's eyes darted quickly about the camp as she
attempted to find something she could look at, that wasn't so blatantly
displayed.  Brittany, of course naked and leashed, knelt quite
self-consciously on a grass mat by my side.



   "Welcome," I gestured with my hand ceremoniously.  I gave the newcomer a
big warm smile.  "Sit" I motioned to a mat next to her sister.  "Please sit
and be welcome Kimberly"



   "Hey Kimberly" Brittany said and made a little wave.  She was blushing.



   Kimberly smiled crookedly.  She seemed to be trying to convey a sense of
normalcy.  She turned and then demurely lowered herself to the mat tucking
her skirt about her folded legs.



   Brittany arose at my signal and busied herself with helping Jennifer to
serve.  Dinner tonight was tender shark steaks with strips of fruit,
berries and a cooked tuber- like root.  After serving the adults the two
teens knelt in the sand beside me.  I would reach over and feed the girls
pieces of food from my plate.  This means of serving had been hotly
discussed earlier.  The girls had envisioned some type of communal Hawaiian
luau.  I had ultimately vetoed that idea.  The matter was completely
resolved now as both chatted unabashedly with our guest only to pause to
open their mouths to lick an offered morsel from my fingers.  I thought
Kimberly consumed her own food rather quickly and hungrily.

   After dinner the two girls rose and moved about the fire cleaning up as
they continued chatting at length about family and friends back home.  I
caught and tugged Brittany's chain as she passed me interrupting her happy
recollection of some nostalgic moment with her sister.  I indicated she was
to join me on the hammock.  She blushed, looked at her older sister then
started to climb in beside me.  Grasping her by her arms I pulled her so
she was in my lap.  The typically warm and responsive girl's movements were
hesitant and wooden in my embrace.



   "Oh please don't make me do anything," she whispered earnestly in my ear
as she settled in my embrace.  I could tell she was trying to avoid contact
between her nakedly vulnerable bottom and my cock.  She had darted glances
at my lap as if there were a coiled python there.  I patiently positioned
her in my arms.

   I turned to Kimberly who had gained a high flush on her cheeks and a set
look to her eyes." Now that we are comfortable let's have our talk," I
said.



   I ran my hand up to palm Brittany's full grapefruit-like breast, which I
squeezed in a possessive manner.  I caught a nipple and slowly rolled it
between my thumb and forefinger until it became engorged.



   "Oh please!" Brittany closed her eyes and shook her head.  She whispered
and squirmed.  "It is so embarrassing"

   I ignored her protestations and smiled at Kimberly.  "Did the girls tell
you my full terms?" I asked.

   Brittany stiffened at this and turned to her head to see her sister's
response.  I saw that Jennifer had stopped doing chores and was also
watching the exchange closely.

   Kimberly stared at me.  Then she dropped her eyes.  "I heard," she said
very quietly.

   "It is not bad here, Kimberly," I said.  "We eat well and sleep in a
warm dry hut.  We take care of each other's needs."

   I knew the flimsy sand floor lean-to she had been living in had
collapsed twice from recent storms.  I imagined it was in a constant
ongoing and advanced state of disrepair.

   Glancing at Kimberly's fingers clutched in her lap I noticed that hard
existence had roughened those elegant hands.  The long painted nails were
long gone.  She had a new slight gauntness about her face that the
cosmetics couldn't fully smooth.

   I slid my hand down Brittany's back to between the cheeks of her
suddenly tense ass.  I gently probed lower for her sex.  My finger found
her vulva and I began a slow stroking caress.

   The young woman shifted on my lap.  She breathlessly hissed again in my
ear "Oh no...please." Despite her protestations her body's natural response
betrayed her.  Her quim was slick and hot.



   The teenager buried her face in my shoulder to hide her shame from her
older sister.



   "Why do you always have to be such an asshole?" Kimberly asked abruptly.
She had turned her head and was looking at the sea to avoid the sight of
her sibling's torment.



   I sat as if I was considering her question.  The hard-bodied teenagers
squirming and protestations had fired my libido and I was gaining an
erection.



   Brittany was immediately aware of the new throbbing pressure on her
bottom.  Her hand had moved to her lap and she had demurely tried to push
away my rising cock from where it pushed and rose between her thighs.



   I lightly slapped her fingers, which she quickly withdrew.  Adjusting
her in my lap, shifting my hips and aligning my cock I guided my hardness
up and against her vagina.  I gave her thigh a squeeze.  She understood my
gesture's meaning and did not resist the coming penetration.  Her coiled
position did not permit a full joining, but I found the new angle and even
partial immersion was an exquisitely silken treat.



   She slightly nipped my shoulder.  I heard a very low pitiful whisper "Oh
no, no, no"



   I lay my hand on her hip and moved her so there was a tighter joining
between us.



   "Now move your pussy on your Master's cock, Brittany.  You know very
well how I like you to do it," I instructed.



   I saw Brittany steal another quick glance at her sister.  Kimberly had
kept her head turned and was staring down the beach.  Brittany turned back
to me and with downcast eyes began rolling her hips in a slow rhythm
against me.  The hammock slowly swung with her movement.  After a moment
her motion became slower and more relaxed.  I noticed her breathing had
deepened.



   Like my other island skills, sex had developed into a practiced
well-used art.  I had come to know well the flow of feminine responses in
regard to this particularly responsive young lady.  I paused to the moment
as she moved on me and I correspondingly pushed down on her thigh and
slowly thrust myself up.  I felt myself slide deeper into our coupling.



   Brittany gasped a quiet moan and her head went back.  Her closest arm
snaked around my neck for support.  She involuntarily squeezed her pelvic
muscles.  Almost languorously Brittany slid a leg over my lap to straddle
and face me.  She laid her forehead against my chest and I felt her pelvis
seem to soften as she settled to fully join us.  Her hand squeezed the back
of my neck.  Her face rose slowly to mine and I saw a slight smile cross
her lips.  Her eyes were lidded and smoky.



   "Master you are sooo bad," Kimberly murmured.



   We kissed.



   "GOD I hate you!  Why are you doing these TERRIBLE things to us you
BASTARD?" Kimberley hissed.



   I broke Brittany's kiss and looked down at the upset woman.  I gave her
a satisfied smile.  "I do it because I can," I shrugged.  "I like it and
these two have few complaints."



   Kimberly's face was tightly set in a rictus of anger.  Suddenly she
looked down and her shoulders began to heave slightly.  I realized she was
crying.



   "I am really tired of you Kimberly," I told her coldly.



   "The time has come for you to make up your mind.  If you want to live
here and survive, then you will do as I say.  There will be no equals here.
You will have to obey me as your Master.  You will be just another slave
girl.  Otherwise, just get out of here.  Go live in your miserable shack
and slowly starve to death eating stinking rotten fish.  I don't care if
you die out there.  You will make up you mind NOW or just go.  This WILL be
the last time I make this offer," I said.



   Immediately after my last statement there was an odd skip in time
accented by a rare absence of beach sound.  Then the abruptly crashing boom
of the rising surf seemingly punctuated the significance of a new reality.



   Kimberly continued to stare down.  Her shoulders trembled.  She sniffed
and I saw her wipe at her eyes and nose.  Without looking at us she rose to
her feet, and in a beaten manner turned to walk away.



   Brittany pivoted on my lap as she twisted her torso, "Kimberly, NO!" she
pleaded.



   Kimberly stopped with her back to us.  There was another long moment. 
Her hands clenched then relaxed.  She slowly turned to look at her sister.
"Okay, okay.  I will agree.  I really don't have any other choice," she
added with a resigned choked sob.





   I smiled in satisfied triumph.



   "I want you to strip naked," I commanded.



   My words seem to cut her and she visibly cowered from the new tone of my
voice.



   Her self-confidence and resistance were gone.  Her hands came up and she
slowly unbuttoned her blouse.  She shrugged it off her shoulders and let it
fall to the sand.  She unfastened her skirt and it dropped about her
ankles. She wore only a lacy bra and dainty thong panties.  It occurred to
me that her underwear seemed softly feminine for such an avowed
ball-buster. Her large breasts bulged and strained at the skimpy confines
of the bra as she bent forward to pull the skirt from her feet.  She stood
holding her clothes as if uncertain of the next step.



   "Just drop them and get out of that silly underwear Kimberly," I told
her.  "You will always be naked for your Master."

   She dropped her clothes to the sand, and then inclined her head forward
as she reached back to unfasten the bra.  She shrugged her shoulders and
her full bosom jiggled into view.  Her meager diet had not caused her to
lose any cup size that I could see.



   Hooking her thumbs in her tiny panties she pushed them to her knees. 
When she bent forward to pull them off I had a tantalizing side view of how
firm and gravity-defying her breasts were.



   "Well, Miss Playmate, from now on we must always keep those big
beautiful titties free and ready for their new owner's enjoyment," I
commented.



   She took a deep breath, holding her hands rigidly at her side, blushing
and looking down she acted as if she was going to walk back to her mat and
sit down.



   "Whoa girl!" I said.  "Just stand there and let me look at you."



   She halted and stood dejectedly under my inspection.



   She was a beautifully sensual woman.  I understood fully now why she had
received so much acclaim when she had posed nude.  The airbrush artist or
surgeon couldn't have added a thing to improve what nature had bestowed on
her.  The mass of blonde hair, the voluptuous figure, the flat stomach, the
tapered waist, creamy thighs and long legs formed a near perfect vision of
a wet-dream Aphrodite.



   She had somehow kept her blonde pussy shaved to a neat strip.  I saw
that she had the lighter mane of the two sisters.



   "Kneel," I said unceremoniously.



   Her head came up and our eyes met.  She blinked and dropped her eyes
then slowly lowered herself to her knees.



   Brittany had forgotten her position in my lap and was watching her
sister intently.  I turned my head and noticed Jennifer who was watched by
the fire.  She had a slight smirk on her face as she enjoyed the turn of
events.  I realized she was relishing this fall of the mighty.



   "Jennifer," I ordered.  "Go fetch the new collar I made."



   Jennifer broke her bemused reverie of whatever private thoughts she was
having.  She turned to me and saw my expression, then broke into a
delighted smile and rose to run into the hut.  She emerged a minute later
with the hanging strap and started toward me.



   "No, you collar her," I said.



   Again Jennifer and I exchanged looks.  She raised her eyebrows and I
winked at her.  She smiled and turned to Kimberly.  She walked up next to
her and put the flat of her hand behind Kimberly's head pushing her
forward.



   "On your hands and knees, you stupid bitch!" she barked.



   Kimberly had an expression of surprised alarm at this unexpected show of
power.  But she obeyed and went forward on her hands.



   Brittany had also reacted to this new situation.  She turned to me and
began to open her mouth with what I knew was going to be a stupid question.
I pinched her.



   "Aren't you supposed to be fucking me?" I asked her.  We were still
fully joined and if anything my penis was in a more turgid state of
arousal.



   Brittany jerked as she remembered her duties and immediately began to
gyrate her hips.



   Jennifer raised a bent leg and placed her knee and weight in the middle
of Kimberly's back.  Jennifer leaned forward to push Kimberly's long hair
away from her neck.  Kimberly's head came up and she shook the hanging long
mass from her face.  Our eyes again met through her tresses.  I smiled at
her.  She looked sadly resigned.



   It took the adept Jennifer only a few minutes to join the bands
together. When she finished she sat back resting her weight on Kimberly and
ran her finger under the leash.  She tugged it causing Kimberly's head to
come up sharply.



   "Master, I think this new slave might please you after she has been
properly trained." Jennifer commented sagely looking at the back of
Kimberly's now straining head.



   Kimberly was gasping and she brought a hand up as if to relieve the
pressure.  Jennifer sharply slapped the side of her head.  Kimberly's hand
dropped but she continued to shake her head in a negative fashion.



   "But she has much to learn." Jennifer added.  "You should let me teach
her.  I would enjoy having my own personal toy to play with."



   The same fascinating idea had dawned on me too.



   "Maybe" I answered.  "But right now she needs to acknowledge her true
new owner.  Crawl to me now, Kimberly," I added.

   Jennifer stood back, but not without pushing her knee down hard on
Kimberly's back and causing a resultant forward motion with Kimberly's
hands sinking into the deep sand.



   Without raising her head Kimberly began to immediately crawl toward me.



   "No," I ordered, "like a snake.  Keep your arms at your side.  As low as
you can slide."



   Her head was bowed deeply.  I heard her take a deep breath and lower
herself fully into the sand.  She kept her arms at her sides and began a
back and forth belly squirm toward me.  She would lift her hips driving
those full breasts into the loose sand and then push forward.  She never
raised her face from above the sand.  She left a furrow in the beach behind
her.



   I was impressed with her thoroughly demeaning obeisance.



   She stopped with her head poised by my feet.  She was breathing hard and
there was sheen of sweat on her back.



   Brittany never stopped her slow up and down slide on my cock but she
appeared hypnotized by her sister's actions.  She had twisted her head to
observe the full progress.



   I set a sandy foot on the tousled mass of blonde hair.



   I looked up and smiled at Jennifer who had walked behind the prone
Kimberly.  She was watching the older woman's unexpectedly complete
submission with wide-eyed pleasure.



   I ran my foot through the new slave's hair and set it before her face, I
wiggled my toes so they brushed her lips.



   "Lick all the sand from your Master's feet," I directed her.



   

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