The Island Ch. 02

(Authoress Comment: All disclaimers to all my writings hold true here. If you think it was you or any character reminds you of someone then I hope it's with fond memories but it isn't about them but maybe me.

To all of those who wished I would finish the Island here it is. I stopped writing this because I had some nasty comments about the scat. So, don't read it if XXX bothers you because this finale goes, 'all the way.')

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Over a month had passed and during this time the men had done all sorts of things to me. I'll bring you up-to-date.

Right from the first day on the beach I was made to put suntan oil on. I had never done that before because I had always been told the ultraviolet rays are bad for you so I hardly ever went to the beach. Going on the boat was the exception to the rule. So I was as white as a ghost. But, after a week I was all girly tanned. They said to wear this one bikini which would give me the right look. It had a bra which tied around the neck and the bikini part was not a thong nor was it panty shaped. Actually it came up on my ass leaving a very distinct white against tan they said made my butt look even more feminine. And of course the ring made an O on my sides. It was similar to the one I mentioned before but this one kept my clitette (as Sir Bill called it and everyone else liked the name except me.) in. I cried the day they made me show all five of them my tan lines. The front was a typical V shape crotch. So when I took the bathing suit off, my little breasts were distinct and there were white lines from the string around my neck and the little metal O piece that held the front of the bra together. (Interestingly my breasts haven't gotten any bigger although my waist is smaller.)

Well, I'm hardly allowed to eat anything. While they are having a steak from the cooler when we first arrived I had to eat fish and some fruit we found on the island. Later they would share the fish with me but my portions were small and all my food was controlled. At first I was always hungry but after a week or two my stomach shrank and I got full real easy.

As I said after I had tanned, about 10 days after we arrived, my penis had diminished to about 2 inches. But, so had my sac, it had shrunk as well and was very tight unlike some of the porno films I had seen what they called 'transgendered.' In those films most of them had pretty big penis and the sac sagged (guess from the hormones). I felt even more inadequate when I remembered having seen those films at the peep shows (before this whole thing happened.)

And then John (I only have to call them Sir when I talking to them. They'll never read my diary. Would they?) told the other men one night, right in front of me, "Forget the girl shit, she's a great piece of ass with the best cunt mouth I've ever known. I almost don't give a damn if we are rescued. I've never gotten so many blowjobs if you add all of them I had before we wrecked here. And, I don't have to chit chat with her. Fantastic!" And with that he pushed me to my knees and fucked my mouth until he shot his load. This time he came back in my throat. It was garglely on my tonsils and I had to cough it up so I could show him his cum load and smile when he gave me permission to put it in my tummy.

One day at the beach, during my tanning phase, they buried me under a coconut tree in the sand with my arms down. The sand came up between my navel and my breasts. The last half they used wet sand so I couldn't move and they removed my bra. So there I was with my nipples just above the sand. Then during the whole afternoon they'd either jerk off on me or pee on me. I can't tell you how sickening I felt especially their pee aroma. Both the helplessness and the degradation made me cry later on when I was in my room.

Every time I made the smallest mistake or wasn't perfectly feminine I was spanked or paddled. I had gotten pretty good at walking in heels and swaying my ass but Bob spanked me over his knee for what seemed like fifty whacks for not holding my wrist in a most feminine manner.

He said, "Look we're not looking for any fag type of behavior. You are a woman and you'll act like one or else."

When he spanked me I flailed my legs and as then he put his arm across my legs to hold them down as he laughed and complimented my feminine response.

Everyday, I had to clean up the cabin, wash their clothes (what little they wore: usually only a tee shirt). Then I'd make their beds, cook their meals, wash the dishes and be the slut whore. I wanted to be me again, a guy, but there wasn't anyway out. The "Rules" were exact and there left no room for not following them. And the book on "How to be a Perfect Woman" was my bedside reading material. Bob had found both a copy of 'Playgirl' and an old 'Cosmopolitan' and gave them to me for 'blond brain food.' He would get real upset if I didn't bring the 'Playgirl' to the beach with me and look at the pictures of naked men.

Although I was never happy with this girl thing, I had learned from spankings, humiliation and subjugation how to suck cum out of a man with a smile on my face. I would walk around with my hole filled with either their cum or their pee and sometimes both. And always, I would squeeze it in so it wouldn't leak and then I would be punished.

Girly exercise was required in the book, "How to be a Perfect Woman." There were stretching exercises, and tips on how to eat with you pinky out. (I got a good spanking once for putting too much on my fork and not being dainty.)

And then about two weeks ago I was lying on my chartreuse beach towel in a matching bikini which had the same cut and brass circles as the other bikini I wore to be my tan lines. All the bikinis were the same so my tan lines were perfect. Oh, yes, I had learned to be sure the bathing suit was on the same each time.

Once while I was tanning with my eyes shut, just enjoying the sun, Tom started peeing on my crotch. I had to open my eyes, smile and say "Thank you Sir Tom," while inside I was mortified and outside my pussy was wet with his warm pee.

Oh, I forgot to tell you. After a week or so when my 'penis' had shrunk to something so small it could only be called a 'clitette', all my panties and bikinis where taken and exchanged. Instead of a hole with it sticking out I was given panties that had some sort of pliant crotch material and told to always put my 'clitette,' down and mold the crotch so the men wouldn't see my 'clitette'. This was even more humiliating since now I really appeared a girl to them.

Bob was the most demanding about this. He said, "Now you are a cunt and from now on there won't be an a-pussy etc. This shows you've graduated for Home Economics 101 to Cock Sucker 505."

If I didn't get it just right he would paddle my ass till I whimpered, "Sir, I can do it, please let me fix my pussy."

These panties held my 'clitette' down and I had an accident one week when Sir was watching me. Sometimes I had accidents when they were using me and I was afraid to ask to go out.

Bob said, "hey your little pee hole cunt now is in the right place."

He so liked this idea he started making me wear the panties nearly all the time and when I was allowed to squat to take a pee outside it would tinkle through my panties just like some of there pee movies with girls in them. The men would come out and watch me pee and laugh as I squatted peeing through my panties.

Sir had showed me a spot next to a tree just outside the cabin. He said this would be my toilet when I was allowed to go. The place was completely visible from the open door. It got to the point where

Tom instructed me to leave the door open whenever I went out to "do my business."

Besides being completely humiliated when I was peeing or pooping because the men had the doors open and loved watching me I also felt like a woman when I squatting. Sometimes when they shouted things at me like, "way to go girl," Often when the said these things I would become so embarrassed I couldn't go. And of course I wouldn't be given permission later and this would lead to me having an 'accident.'

Another problem with my 'toilet' place was the men often peed on the tree and I would have to squat with my feet in their pee. More than once I lost my balance and found my ass soaking wet with 'man pee.'

I had to clean the spot everyday of my poopy. Many times there was more than just my poopy on the ground. That was the most disgusting thing when I would have to carry it in my hands down to the ocean.

There were some other disgusting things the men made me do with their poop. I don't feel like elaborating but everything I wrote down in the first part of The Island happened. The worst was having Sir Tom would push one of his logs in my ass and made me keep it there for over an hour.

But as I said earlier, the men were getting stranger as the weeks went on. I'll give you an example that happened just two nights ago. It was after dinner and after I had cleaned the dishes and put them away.

The men were sitting around drinking when Sir called me over for the 'evening activities' as he called them. By this time their favorite outfit was for me to be in heels, panties, bra, and stockings. Of course the gold chain saying, "TOILET' hung around my neck.

Oh, I forgot to tell you, one night, soon after we arrived, I was held down and both my ears were pierced and moderate gold studs (they each had two balls on them) were insert in my ear lobes. A matching orb is now on my tongue. Yes, they pierced my tongue. Where they got the jewelry I don't' know but then again they would have many things like the magazines, panties, buttery nipple drinks. Where they came from I was never told.

So this one tonight after I had sucked Bill's 'cum vitamin' as usual (he called it a "liquid calcium supplement every girl needs to keep her bones strong.") he said for me to "get down on the floor on all fours because I was a bitch and the only bitch he knew were dogs."

There I was in heels, pink bra, matching panties and stockings. They made me bark like a dog but instead of arf I was barking something that sounded like 'cock.' I know it sounds real stupid but those men just loved it. They laughed and then would spank my ass as I crawled by them.

Last night they went even further. Sir Andrew (oops now I'm calling them by the names I use every day) fucked my ass and filled it with cum. When he was through he let his cock soften a bit and as he said, "I'm going to take a leak honey. Don't you feel special?"

And boy did he ever. My tummy started to distend or at least it felt that way. And although they had done this before and made me walk around with it in me holding it for hours, tonight when he pulled out he pushed a butt plug in me that had fur from a boa in my closet.

"Now the bitch has a tail," Sir Andrew chimed, "Start barking bitch." With that he slapped my ass hard several times and everyone laughed as I barked 'cock' and crawled around on all fours.

It was amazing how quickly they descended down a path of sadistic behaviour. It was like "Lord of the Flies," but the boys had grown up on this island and they had turned one of the boys, me, into their whore girl.

If anyone away from here ever reads this I am sure they'll wonder why I didn't run away. But there was no where to run. Once you have tan lines and small breasts so much of your will is broken there is no where to run.

And now, only this morning I heard everyone making a ruckus and went out to see what was happening. They were running down to the beach. Out in the distance there was a ship passing by. I was so excited. I would be going home and getting to be myself again.

The men lit their signal fire and waved. I jumped up and down in my little pink cotton skirt and pink blouse with matching ribbon holding my hair in a pony tail. I had just begun to go through that period thing again with the tampons in my ass (I mean pussy) and soon I would be using the feminine pad the book had mentioned and now while my nails and lips were pink, soon I'd have to t change them to red and my lipstick too. I also wore a pair of pink socks with a little white band and pink Keds. I tried to think if any of the girls I had known had ever worn anything like this but I couldn't recall any girl I knew looking as girly as I did right now as I jumped up and down. I think I looked like a human cotton candy.

For over an hour we watched the ship move across our horizon seeming to come closer to shore but in the end it disappeared and our fire went out.

I walked back into the cabin realizing this was a paradise for everyone but me. Crying, I went to my room and lay on the bed face down. All I could think was I didn't want to be a girl. Why couldn't I just stand up for myself? Why wouldn't I just let them beat me or kill me instead of this? And as I cried I wondered why a man would cry? Why didn't I just get mad? I was crying like a girl.

John came by my room and heard me crying he said, "Oh, its ok to be a pussy Lauren. Why don't you just take some time for yourself and read some more of the Rules." He started to close the door and his last words were, "come outside later work on your tan. I think it's starting to fade.

I lay there on the bed thinking about John instructing me to go lie in the sun and I decided to tell Sir Bob I wasn't going to be this girl anymore. So, I got up, went to the door and opened it. Walking stridently I barely got 10 feet when Bob was right there in front of my face. Actually he's a lot taller then me so it was his chest in my face.

"Where are you going young lady," Bob asked quite sternly?

"I'm not going to be a girl anymore," I managed to say so meekly, my voice now higher; that I nearly squeaked. I knew it sounded like a girl complaining.

SMACK! Bobs hand went right across my face. I spun partly around hit the wall and fell down. "Now WHAT did you say pussy," Bob calmly asked?

Lying there on the floor looking up at Bob I didn't say or do anything. The next moment Bob had leaned down, grabbed my wrist pulling me up precariously, my feet wobbling and his strength the only thing keeping me from falling he continued, "Now, you're wearing a skirt, a pink pussy blouse around you have tits.. You almost always have cum on you and most days you smell like a piss pot. And, you think you are not a girl? Well, you'd better be a girl right now because if you're a fag I'll beat the shit out of you. What are you a girl or a faggot?" And with that his other hand grabbed my hair and his face leaned in to hear my answer.

Like a rag doll I didn't get my balance. I was shaking inside, a primordial fear of the alpha male. "I'm, I'm a"

"Yes, go on," Bob said as his grip tightened on my hair.

"I'm a girl," I heard myself say in the tone of defeat and subjugation.

"Good, so act like a girl and fix yourself. Put on some fresh lipstick and brush some make-up over your red cheek."

And with that Bob pushed me into my room letting me fall back against the bed and left.

There was no time to cry. I went to my vanity table. Saw his red mark on my face. His finger marks were still showing. I took out some base and rubbed it in and soon the only way you would know I was slapped was if you asked me. Looking at myself I saw my two little A cup titties poking so gently against the pink blouse. I looked like a girl. And the way I cried nowadays I'm not even sure I could act like a man anymore. No matter how much I wanted to be I had been trained like a Pavlovian dog.

Just then I heard commotion again outside and hoping it was the ship that had the men buzzing I rushed out to be rescued. But instead I saw Andrew and John with a large white Labrador. They were saying, "Good boy sit."

Bill was walking up towards the cabin and I called out, "Where did the dog come from," Sir Bill?

Mockingly Bill replied, "Same place you came from bitch a ship. That damn ship we saw just an hour ago. Guess the fucking dog somehow jumped ship and now he is here."

Bill was just plain mean. When he fucked me he'd do nasty things. Sometimes he'd spit in my mouth or make me clean his cock after it came out of me. The other men would do stuff too but Bill and Tom were the meanest. And they liked to double up on me.

You may remember Bill was the one who first made me carry his poop to the ocean.

Once when Tom was pumping my pussy and Bill has his cock in my mouth the following happened. I had my ass in the air and my head on the floor with Bill almost sitting on my face as he fucked my mouth hard.

Just before Bill was about to cum, he pulled out of my mouth and squirted his cum up both my nostrils.

"I don't want to see any cum shoot out," he said as he reinserted his cock in my mouth.

Tom started cuming in my pussy. Bill started peeing in my mouth and I had to snort his cum up through my nose into my throat and swallow it with his pee. What else could I do?

"Good girl," Sir Bill said as he patted my head.

That night after the ship had passed Bill and Tom would sink to a new low. As you know I had to curtsey when thanking any of the men. It was a curtsy where I held the hem of my skirt up from the front showing my panties or pussy as I curtsied while saying thank you.

So, after dinner, before I had taken my skirt off I was curtsying and thanking the men for letting me cook them dinner, clean up etc when the White Labrador walked over to me and put his nose in my crotch and started pushing it around.

I started to push him away when Bill said, "Stop that Lauren. Hold your skirt up and let the male dog smell a bitch. He's had a rough day and a little pussy will help make him happy."

Although I murmured an objection a stern look made me stop and let the Lab sniff my crotch as I stood there holding up my skirt.

"Lauren, just taken the fucking skirt and blouse off Now," Sir ordered. "And get down on all fours."

So there I was on all fours in my bra, panties, stockings and necklace with the Lab sniffing my ass when Tom said, "I think Rover has to go out to do his business. Now bitch, I want you to follow him out. If he takes a leak you are to go and smell it and squat and pee there.

Tears fell from my cheek as I crawled outside behind the Lab. He peed on a different tree and I had to go over to it, smell his pee and then squat and pee myself. Some of the Lab's pee was on the ground and when I squatted it wet my knee.

Once we got back into the cabin Tom instructed me to sniff the dogs butt and keep my mouth open as I crawled around. I was supposed to show interest in the Lab since he was a male and I was a bitch.

Tom slapped my ass hard a couple of times to remind me of my place. Before long the Lab was licking my face and his tongue went into my mouth. He seemed to like the lipstick. Then before the Lab went behind me Bill pulled my panties down and put something on my ass crack.

The Lab started licking my ass crack and Bill said, "Looks like the Lab likes to lick pussy."

With that Bill pulled me to his cock and started to fuck my mouth as the Lab lapped his wet tongue all over my 'pussy' Then the Lab tried to mount me but couldn't so he rubbed his cock in my crack and after awhile the Lab came all over my crack. It was more liquidity that the men. And, his cock was larger with at thick part the men called, 'his knob.'

Later, after all those who wanted to cum had, I was told to pull up and panties and crawl to my bed. So, I crawled to my room with the Lab's cum in my crack and everyone else's in my face and hair.

I cried myself to sleep as I lay all used since I couldn't clean up till the next morning in the ocean.

So, now I've just cleaned up and am back in my room getting ready for another day with the men and 'ugh' the Lab. My makeup is done and I'm in my bra and panties pulling up my white stay-up stockings. Before long I'm dressed and ready for the day.