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REV Master's Island 18 {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
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while there. Comments: thomhobs@hotmail.com



Chapter 18

With the rising full moon I figured we had been on the island
seven months. We still maintained the large SOS on the beach and
the ready signal fire. But these tasks had become simple routine,
losing importance as critical necessities. Civilization was
becoming a fading memory as we adapted to the realities of our
island existence.

     Kimberly was at the bottom of the new social hierarchy. She
had to learn all the tedious drudge jobs necessary for a clean,
functioning camp that the other girl's had come to loath. It was
not that that the work was so hard but being the "low man" on the
totem pool was a stigma. This position had become known
unaffectionately as the "camp slut".

Kimberly's responsibilities included the campfire, cooking,
cleaning, salvaging and in her spare time the monotonously
ongoing weaving and repair of the grass mats we sat and sleepon.
 
Her Mistress was a diligent taskmaster. Jennifer instinctively
used methods of negative and positive reinforcement as she taught
Kimberly what was expected of her. I immediately perceived
Kimberly was going to be a better "campslut" than the two prior
versions had been.

I noticed the rough sheet metal plates we cooked from immediately
lost the imbedded dark build-up from the surface cracks and
folds.  The previous kitchen help had sworn this infused matter
was ingrained.  The fire seemed to smoke less and the food was
more carefully prepared.  I had been pleased to find my supper
without the typical scorched edges. I had come to accept these
annoyances and their sudden absence was not missed. Kimberly was
instantly recognized as having a calling.

Jennifer would not let her stand upright the first few days. She
was forced to crawl or crab walk. Jennifer would walk her down to
the beach on a leash like a dog to relieve herself. But, as it
became evident this hampering means of locomotion was hindering
Kimberly's efficient abilities, Jennifer loosened her rein
somewhat.
 
               **********************************

We had come to crave red meat. Monkey meat was tough and good
only in a stew. When we would bring down one of the "rat pigs"
there was exuberance about the camp. These animals were crafty
and had become aware of our threat. They would squeal and vanish
at the first sign of us. We had to use all our developing skills
to kill them.

The previous evening Jennifer had taken Kimberly hunting. They
had spent the night at our hunting "high camp."  At dawn Jennifer
planned to stake out at a well-marked water hole she had found.
At dusk I had watched the pair depart. A regal Jennifer leading
and Kimberly, burdened by spears and other equipment, close
behind.
 
The next morning they returned in triumph. I had seen them emerge
from the jungle with their prize suspended from a pole they
carried between them. We always slaughtered a quarter mile from
the camp at an oddly wind-bent palm. The palm's low-slung
strength permitted an easy method of hanging the carcass. 
Jennifer was now instructing Kimberly on how to butcher. Kimberly
knelt attentively at the standing Jennifer's feet. The creature
was dangling upside down by a single back leg.
 
Jennifer ran her stone down the edge of her machete. "You cut
here, here and here," she demonstrated. Using the knife she slit
opened the carcass from chest to abdomen. A mass of guts spilled
out splashing the too close Kimberly with blood and offal.
Kimberly shuddered but did not move.

I walked up on the two at this moment. Kimberly turned her head
to me. She looked forlorn. Blood speckled her beautifulfeatures.
 
"Now reach in there and pull all those guts out so I can cut it
clear," an all-business Jennifer instructed. Again Kimberly
shuddered. But bravely she reached up and avoiding contact until
the last moment made a gingerly touch, then a full grasp of the
inner intestines.
 
"Pull it down," Jennifer said as she reached in and cut.
The ropy mass dropped nearly in Kimberly's lap. She let out a
quiet moan and I could see was fighting an overwhelming impulse
to recoil backwards.

Jennifer seemed assured of her slave's training and continued to
concentrate on finishing her gruesome task. She cut the lungs and
heart free and held them to Kimberly.

	"Go set those in the sun. They will draw crabs to the traps
tonight," she said and pushed them against the older woman's out
thrust bosom. Kimberly's hands came up and she grasped the
formless mass to herself. I saw blood pool in the deep cavity of
her breasts from a draining cavity of the creature's heart. As
she stood I watched rivulets trail down her smooth stomach and
legs. Kimberly hurried into the sunlight leaving bloody
footprints in the sand.

I watched her go and found myself desiring her in some strong
primitive fashion.

"Jennifer I think the time has come for Kimberly," I said.

Jennifer had been concentrating as she precisely cut some of the
tender muscle at the loin. She looked over at me and smiled
broadly.

"I wondered how long you could hold off wanting your share of
that prime stuff," she replied. She dropped the choice cut on a
nearby metal plate.  "Any particular way you want it served ol'
Master?" she asked smirking.

"Rare" I said.


After the butchering the two girls were in need of a bath.
Jennifer suggested I come along and witness Kimberly's new
talent. She told me that the switch had overcome Kimberly's
initial refusal to perform cunnilingus. Jennifer added that over
the past couple days she had shown progressive improvement. The
nearby silent Kimberly had blushed in embarrassment at Jennifer's
words.
 
At the pool Kimberly knelt between a regally sitting Jennifer's
thighs. The two females were in the clear shallows below the
falls. There was a partially submerged rock there, which was very
convenient for sitting while washing. The water rose to the
Kimberly's nipples, which had tautened in the coolness. Their
buoyancy lifted her large breasts. Both girl's glistened nakedly
in the waterfall's mist.

Kimberly was carefully shaving her mistress's legs with one of
the "razors". Jennifer would raise the leg being administered to
from the water and rest it on Kimberly's shoulder. She had
finished both legs and used a cloth rag to rinse off the residue.
I was nearby floating on my back in the sun and casually watching
them. Because of distance and the waterfall I could not hear the
conversation but I noticed Jennifer had pulled herself higher on
the rock and spread her legs wide. She was indicating her pubic
region. I saw the pink flash of her gaping vagina.
 
Kimberly had set back and was staring at the offered sex before
her. Jennifer was watching her closely. I saw her lips move and
Kimberly nodded her head. Kimberly looked over her shoulder at me
then on her knees moved closer between Jennifer's thighs.
Kimberly reached over Jennifer's leg to the conch shell we kept
the lotion in and scooped up a measure with her fingers.

Kimberly gently lathered the junction of Jennifer's thighs.
Jennifer favored a distinctly neat tuft. Jennifer leaned back on
her hands with her face raised upward and her eyes closed. Then
her head came forward and frowning in displeasure and she rapped
Kimberly's head with a knuckle.

I could not hear the scolding but Kimberly immediately began a
more earnest and vigorous working of the area. Jennifer seemed
more satisfied. She waved at me. She was luxuriating in her
power.

I had noticed a pattern of behavior with our Kimberly.  When
commanded to step in a direction she perceived as "wrong" she
would balk. But, once she had reassured herself and conveyed to
us that she knew she had no other choice, and then she would
devote herself totally to what had been ordered of her.

	Now she used her fingers to gently pull the fold of her
mistress's labia. Jennifer had a very wide spaced gap between her
slender legs. This area Kimberly shaved. Finally I saw her
carefully edge her mistress's unique hairstyle. Kimberly used a
wet rag to rinse her handiwork and sat back. Jennifer leaned
forward and closely inspected the completed job. She approved and
smiled. Then I saw her telling Kimberly something. Kimberly's
head drooped forward in a manner as of accepting resignation.

Jennifer smiled and I saw her say something again. Kimberly's
head came up and again Kimberly shook her head back and forth.
Then immediately she reached up and laid a hand on Jennifer's
thigh. She scooted forward and I saw her lower her head between
Jennifer's thighs.

Jennifer seemed happy. She reached down and grabbed a handful of
Kimberly's blonde tresses. Holding this knot as a purchase she
used it to bring Kimberly's face deep within her widely spread
thighs. Jennifer said something to the initiate fellatrix.

I saw Kimberly's head make some slight motions. Jennifer closed
her eyes and her mouth parted. Her toes curled. At this point I
began to paddle towards the two. Jennifer dreamily opened her
lidded eyes and watched me approach. She shivered.

My splashing alerted the occupied Kimberly and she attempted to
pull back on her heels. Jennifer maintained the grip on
Kimberly's hair so resigned, she hung her head and closed her
eyes as to block the vision of me witnessing her degradation. 
There was a shiny wetness to her lips.

I smiled and said, "Please don't let me spoil you girls' fun.
Kimberly, don't stop what you were doing. I hear you have become
very accomplished at eating pussy."
 
Kimberly blushed hotly at my crude words. Shamefully she looked
up at me. Jennifer used her hand full of hair as a purchase and
twisted Kimberly's head back to her sex. "We don't mind you
watching, Master. Do we, Kimberly?" she asked lightly.

If Kimberly had a reply it was muffled.
 
Jennifer smiled at me. "She has a wonderful tongue. She made me
cum more times than I can count yesterday," she commented.

 "Can she lick as well at different positions?" I asked. My dick
had hardened and I decided the time was ripe to sample Kimberly.

Jennifer noted my erection. "Well you should experiment and see,"
she replied.

I reached down into the water and grabbed Kimberly's hips. I
lifted and she complied by rising from her kneeling position. Her
bottom rose from the water. It was a very sweet image. I lifted
again and she responded by rising to her toes and further
presenting herself. Holding her in position with one hand, I used
the other to guide my cock to her vagina. Her sex was
unexpectedly wet and hotly welcoming.

Her body had a soft fullness of a mature woman as opposed to the
lean hardness of the younger girls. I smiled in contentment as I
buried myself in her. I thought to myself that this is like
driving a Cadillac as compared to the Ferraris I had become
accustomed too.
  
Jennifer had leaned back on her elbows so Kimberly would not have
to bend her neck at impossible angle to perform her task She had
not released her tight grip on the other female's hair.
 
I bent forward and grasped Kimberly's submerged breasts. Using
the large full orbs for purchase I began a driving rhythm. The
water gushed between us. She arced herself and clenched her
fists. She jerked and her head burrowed forward between
Jennifer's thighs. Jennifer gasped and lay back with her mouth
open. I realized the females had just achieved simultaneous
orgasms.
  
I stood upright and used her hips to set the pace for an
increased rhythm. Kimberly responded by driving back into me. She
pushed herself up on her hands to drive back into me. She was
moaning. Jennifer had rested on her elbows and watched us. I
caught her eye and she winked at me.

Not slowing my tempo I pounded her continuously through several
screaming orgasms. She finally weakened and limply hung on to
Jennifer's thighs. Her head was resting on the rock and her mouth
was open as she panted. When I came it was long and sweet. I held
myself to her until I felt myself soften. 
 A vassal is a subordinate lord, e.g., a duke is a vassal to a
king.  Kimberly is most assuredly NOT a lord!





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