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REV Master's Island 20 {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 20

The wind shifted and gusted through the hut. There was a flash of
lightning followed by the distant roll of thunder. I sleepily
became aware of an approaching storm. The fresh cool breeze
played across our intertwined slumbering forms.
 
Jennifer stirred, took a deep breath and curled deeper into the
crook of my arm.  Either Brittany or Kimberly's lushness was
tightly pressed against my back. I could feel the strong beat of
her heart. I gently rolled over. It was Kimberly. I slid a hand
up her side to her breast. Filling my hand with its fullness I
ran my thumb across a fat nipple. The lightning flashed again and
our eyes met.

She moved into me, gripped my erection and began a slow pumping.
"We will need to be quiet and not wake the girls," shewhispered.

I pushed her to her back and mounted her. We kissed and she
guided me into her silken heat. We made slow love, both
attempting to muffle our passion. When Kimberly came I placed my
hand across her mouth and she bit me. Then minutes later when she
came again I followed her. We kissed and silently screamed into
the other's mouth.
  
Afterwards I disentangled myself from various female limbs, took
her by the hand and stepped outside to observe the coming front.
It was a dark cloudy night full of churning movement and
electricity. We walked to the surf line and watched a majestic
war of Gods on the far horizon.

We stood at the edge of the world. Shallow spent waves swirled
around our feet as the tide crested and ebbed. Silently we held
the other and both felt a new wholeness.

*  *  *
Taylor, Jennifer and Brittany had left early that morning to go
hunting, leaving Kimberly behind. It was evident that her talents
were more domestic than hunting.  She was finishing a large mat
she had working on for several days. It was her most ambitious
undertaking in that it was the joining of two large mats. She
planned to fill the cavity with soft grasses. She knew it would
be much more comfortable than the flat mats they used now.

She enjoyed the near meditative state she reached while weaving.
In this frame of mind she was able to gain a detached perspective
of the island life. Kimberly had come to appreciate her time
alone.

She had grown into her new responsibilities and place in the
social structure gaining self-satisfaction in being submissive.
Pleasing Taylor gave her a deep pleasure.

Even acts she once would found degrading now thrilled. She
thought that was the key to her enjoyment. Before with Andrew
Holt there had ultimately been no love, only taking. It was the
love that made the difference. She thought that was the key to
her enjoyment.

Taylor still delighted in making Brittany and her perform. She
wouldn't tell him she had come to enjoy it. As for her little
sister she always anticipated sex and did not seem to care with
whom.
 
She had come to enjoy performing cunnilingus. Jennifer had slowly
stopped being so cruel and had even started reciprocating
pleasure when they made love.  Kimberly smiled woefully and moved
her jaw back and forth. "Thank God for that," she thought to
herself, "the little minx nearly wore out my face."

Her relationship with Taylor had deepened beyond the two younger
girls. There was empathy between them related to their ages.
Taylor seemed to seek her company when he was in camp.
 
He was an amazing lover and wanted her constantly. Yesterday he
had made love to her three times. He had been powerfully
demanding and she had been completely overwhelmed by his passion.
At the memory her fingers fumbled and she had to pause and take a
deep breath.
 
She felt unspoken warmth in their relationship. Giving herself to
him was as natural as the life they lived here. She had found her
Lord and Master and for once in her life she was truly happy.

She heard footsteps approaching and was surprised at the hunter's
early return. She turned to greet them. An armed young man stood
above her. He was dark skinned but with oriental features. He
brought up his gun and set the barrel between her breasts. He
grinned.





We had found the necessity to hunt farther and farther from our
base camp as the game became more aware of our threat. The
porcine rodent animals had become scarce and for red meat we had
to hunt other primates.  The monkeys would now start a shrieking
alarm at the first sight of us and then rapidly disappear into
the distant canopy. We had correspondingly adapted and now split
up. Jennifer would hide in ambush with her spear and Brittany and
I would circle to drive the prey toward her.
 
This hunting took more time, effort and patience. On this day it
was early afternoon before we were satisfied with our catch. We
were approaching the camp from the jungle when the leading
Jennifer halted and held up her hand and signaled caution/quiet.

Brittany and I immediately froze and listened. Then I heard the
faint sounds of sharp foreign voices. The three of us blended
into the foliage and crawled silently to the proximity of the
camp.
 
The alien sight of the intrusion of strangers in our world was
jarring to my sense of order. Two armed partially uniformed men
were standing over a prostrate and cowering Kimberly. Both men
held AK-47s at an attentive ready-arms position. Then a third
stepped from the hut. The group had an air of menace about them
and I felt the hairs stand on the back of my neck. I
instinctively shrank lower into the underbrush as this individual
methodically scanned the beach and then the jungle.

The still smoking campfire had evidently been the draw for these
visitors. I saw their means of arriving beached in the surf. It
was an ancient looking patrol craft. The bleached and chipped
painted insignia on the bow was unfamiliar to me.
 
The men had a swarthy oriental look to them. The darkness of
their skin suggested Polynesian but they were too short and
slender for that race. Their faded khaki uniforms were worn and
mismatched.
 
My attempt of national origin determination was abruptly
forgotten when the evidently senior member of the trio barked a
guttural question at Kimberly and then brutally kicked her in the
ribs. The other's laughed as the naked beauty twisted in agonized
pain at their feet.

I heard one of the girl's gasp and I turned my head to see a
rising Brittany, drawing her machete and poising to charge to the
rescue.

I made a nearly inaudible hiss. Brittany jerkily rotated her head
toward me. Her eyes were dilated and wild with angry fear. I
shook my head in an urgent negative fashion and motioned her
down. The expression on her face changed to an anguished dismay
as she realized the futility of a rescue attempt against the
heavily armed men.
 
I motioned for the girls to fall back. We regrouped minutes later
in the depth of the jungle. Brittany was nearly hysterical with a
frantic anxiety. I held her trembling form in my arms and
whispered for her to take "deep breaths" and "that right now her
sister needed her to be very brave"

I had improvised a quick plan if for no other reason than to give
the girls something to focus on. It was very simple. We needed to
wait until dark to make our move. I frantically weighed our
options and attempted to think out a plan. Against the evidently
trained and heavily armed soldiers we had no immediate chance
that I could see.

I was glad the two young girls obeyed me. I hoped their survival
learning would hold true. I had a terrible premonition that the
next few hours would be awful. Drastic or rash action must be
held in check until we had an opportunity to rescue Kimberly.

With coming darkness we had split up and approached the camp from
two different angles. I had over emphasized my strict order "that
no matter what happened in that camp they were to do nothing
until I signaled."

That was my new plan. I wanted to somehow draw the soldiers from
Kimberly toward me and give the teens a chance to come in from
behind and grab her. It was a dangerous move but all I could
think of.




 The next hours built into an eternity of horror. This trio was
not on any kind of official mission. It appeared to be some kind
of drunken overnight misadventure and the finding of Kimberly was
just added fun. The men had been drinking heavily since I had
first seen them. Their demeanor had grown progressively
uncontrolled and frightening. They had initially attempted to get
their new "guest" to drink with them by forcing what by
Kimberly's resulting reaction was a vile liquid down her throat.
Bored with this they had used their fists on her. Then when all
she could do was lie in a cowering ball at their feet, they
kicked her. Then they raped her one after another.

	Kimberly's tormentor's needs were beyond simple lust. They
seemed to have a raw animal hatred for her.  They were not be
satisfied with having passive sex with a completely subdued
woman, but seemed more excited if she struggled.  As time past
they were becoming more inventive in their attempts to goad a
reaction from her.

	I lay helpless in the darkness. These "soldiers" had a degree of
military training. Their weapons hung loosely "at ready" from
their shoulders. I knew the way they habitually touched and
checked the positioning of their piece meant familiarity.
 
Finally the more senior of the trio had become bored with the
fun. Earlier in the light I had seen him carefully scan the
jungle several times. I was sure he was suspicious Kimberly was
not alone. But as he had gotten more intoxicated his caution had
faded. He had laughingly encouraged his younger charges to
continue and taking a bottle in one hand and his weapon in the
other had headed into the dark hut. I saw him enter the doorway
and immediately collapse to our mats. As time slowly passed I
realized he was certainly out cold in there.
	
The two remaining men had grown bored with their worn-out source
of amusement. One leaned his AK-47 against a palm, picked up a
bamboo pole from our building material and flexed it. He
laughingly told his comrade something. The other looked up from
urinating and yelled back.  The first approached her and using
his foot he rolled Kimberly over to her stomach.

"Oh, shit," I said.

He began roughly poking the bamboo between Kimberly's buttocks as
he attempted to find her anus. She was not unconscious and she
responded by crying and attempting to squirm away from the
intrusion.  The other man had approached and placed his foot on
her neck, driving her face deeply into the loose sand. Her
struggles grew frantic as she was suffocated.

I had found a perfectly rounded stone in the streambed months ago
and kept it aside in my pouch because of its heft and symmetry.
During the past hours I had tightly held this golf ball sized
rock in my sweaty palm as I lay impotently in the darkness.

I realized the time had come and made my decision.
 
I fit the stone in the slingshot's pouch and I checked my machete
on my belt. I arose from the darkness and walked purposively into
the firelight. As I approached I brought the weapon up and pulled
the sling taut. I steadily aligned it the face of the one facing
me.  He was busy grinding Kimberly's face deeper in the sand. I
wanted to get as close as possible for the surest shoot I could
get. My feet swished in the sand. He looked up. His slack grin
changed to alarm and he reached down to the ready automatic
weapon at his side.

My months of hunting had paid off. I unleashed the stone. There
was a solid TWACK of bone being pulverized. The stone was half
buried dead center of his forehead. His eyes bulged and collapsed
down hard. The other soldier, busy with his bamboo, looked up,
saw his comrade and then twisted toward me. His misplaced weapon
was yards away.  He lunged for it. Neither of us could gain
purchase as we scurried in the loose sand.

I thought for a moment of the similarity between the back of his
head and a coconut. That was just the way I used my machete to
split his skull when I caught him.

Not breaking stride I spun and ran back to the motionless
Kimberly. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head up
from the sand.  Her face was a mask of sand. Frantically I dug
the sand from her mouth. I reached behind her and thumped the
middle of her back. She coughed a spurt of sand and two
frightened big blue eyes opened on the blank sand face and looked
at me. The weariness softened as she recognized me. Then changed
again to alarm, as she looked behind me. I heard motion and had
started to turn when the back of my head was hit with blinding
shock.
 
I realized I was lying down as a continuously and annoying hard
rapping on my forehead brought me up out of a black unawareness.
I complained and opened my eyes. The starry grayness of the night
sky was filled with the huge vast black hole of an AK-47 resting
between my eyes. The remaining soldier stood above me and
screamed shrill commands as he scanned the jungle. He pushed the
barrel hard against my head and screamed again. I watched in a
perverse fascination as his finger whitened with pressure on the
trigger.

	Then his finger twitched and I thought I should be dead. But the
sound I heard had not been a retort, but an odd slap. The cold
metal pressure against my forehead fell away.

	He grunted and I felt him fall next to me. I turned my head and
we looked into each other's eyes. I noticed he had sand grains on
his iris. His tongue slowly protruded from his teeth and he
coughed out a spray of blood. He blinked and was dead. I closed
my eyes.

*  *  *

The sun was coming up. The headache I had kept bringing me out of
a blessed state of unconsciousness. I turned my head and saw the
furrow in the sand were the girls had dragged me to the hammock.
Three dead men where clustered at the point where the trail
began. The officer was twisted in an odd position. Jennifer's
spear transfixed his back and continued out a foot from his chest
and into the sand.
 
"We found some aspirin in the boat." Kimberly told me as she held
out some white tablets. I gulped down the pills and took a drink
of water. I heard them discussing a radio and the slow
realization dawned on me that the craft had a short wave. I heard
Brittany telling Jennifer it was just like her dad's "CB".

I felt a cool caresses on my forehead and turned my face.
Kimberly was peering into my eyes. Her left eye was swollen shut,
her nose was probably broken and when she smiled I could see a
bad laceration on her lip "Hey hero." She said softly. "They
almost got us didn't they?" She laid her head on my chest and as
I felt her tears on my skin.                     

The excitement in Jennifer's voice made me look up. "I am talking
to someone in English!" She was screaming in joy. 

A moment later Brittany came running up and asked me "What kind
of boat is the Kitty Hawk?"

I started to laugh. "You girls had better be ready to go native.
Start gathering grasses for skirts. The way you look now might
cause a mutiny." I continued to laugh. It made my head pound but
I couldn't stop. 

"What is so funny?" Brittany quizzically asked me. "Oh I was just
wondering were we would find a coconut in a big enough cup size
to fit your sister," I choked.




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