The Island Ch. 01

He removed his finger and pulled me close. Till I was straddling his legs with mine. Lowering my a-cunt down. Holding his throbbing cock in my hand. Guiding a cock into me. As he started to suck on one of my nipples. His cock thick, hard pushed easily in the grease. Pushing into me. I could feel myself open. His cock swelling inside me. Going in. Deeper and deeper as I shivered. Knowing the men were watching. Thinking back to when Bob had said how virile these men were. Bob's cock now so deep in me it was a part of me. It burned in me. "Play with your clit" he coaxed. "But you must never cum until you learn when and how."

Myself cumming was the furthest thing from my mind.

"I'm going to cum soon and when I do I want you to suck it in with your hole. Grind it in. Want my sperm in you. Keep it in you and don't forget to Thank me."

He lifted me up and down on his cock. We bounced. My a-cunt opening wider and wider. And then suddenly I felt a little dampness in my a-pussy. "Now cunt" he egged on. And I started to grind on his cock and then felt the first of his sperm push up in me. Up into my bowels. It was getting hot and sticky inside me as he shot over and over again. Squirting his cum HOT inside me.

Finally, one last shudder of cum squirting in me and he pulled me up. I slid off his cock and stood. "Now clean me and thank me." His cock was a bit dirty and had some cum on it. I started to shake my head no when he slapped me so hard I nearly cried. "DO IT," he commanded. The next thing I know I was cleaning his cock with my tongue. When I was finished I stood up and said, "Thank You Sir."

"Thank me for what, girl?"

I hesitated and got another slap. "For shooting your cum in my a-pussy and letting me clean you, Sir, I sobbed."

"Good girl," he said as he gently rubbed my ass. "Now go make dinner. After you clean up tonight, come back for our nightly drink and I will give you this book." He pointed to the book of "RULES". "And put these on." He handed me a bra and panties. A white soft satin bra and matching panties. I put them on. I was completely humiliated as I walked to the kitchen with his cum slick in me.

While I was cooking, John came in and said, "hi Lauren. Nice panties but there's a little spot. Is your a-cunt leaking?" I didn't answer. So John said, "learn the RULES. The right answer to my question is to say in a girlish manner, "Hi, John-Sir, my A-cunt leaking fresh cum, I'm so happy."

"But by tomorrow you will know how to act. Right?"

Almost whispering I answered "yes John-Sir."

Dinner went quietly as I served in my panties and bra. No one said anything. But when I served Bill his dinner, he reached unnoticed and touched my p- clit. Bob reminded me not to forget how to walk. So my ass wiggled a bit as I cleared.

After I cleared and cleaned up I went to the living room. Again only Bob was there. The other men had gone outside.

"Well lauren, tomorrow is your day to learn the RULES and everything else. After that, the house will start to run efficiently again. Three meals will be delivered to your room. When you go to bed tomorrow night you will wake in the morning ready to care for all of us. Here take you drink and the book and go to your room. If you need to relieve yourself, there is bowl in your room. We will see you the next day. Goodnight Lauren"

"Goodnight Sir.

Chapter 4

I walked femininely back to my room in my panties and bra. Carrying the book and Bob's cum. On my bed were a satin nightgown and a bottle of perfume. There was a note "Put them both on." I did and I went to sleep. And I slept and slept. I don't remember when I awakened. But the sun was up. There was a tray of food on the table in my room.

It was a nice sunny day. My nightgown rubbed against me. My breasts had grown a bit, but they were still small. The rest of me was about the same as yesterday. Oh, except my hair was shoulder length now. The locked door was now open to a small room. I went in. There was a table, a vanity table with make-up and feminine things. Hanging up were several similar black outfits. I held one. It was a maid's outfit. Except it was much sluttier. There was a bureau. Opening it there were panties, stockings, and bras. Everything there was for a woman.

I went back in my room. Hungry I sat down. The book was next to my breakfast. As I ate I opened it and read. There were many chapters on different subjects. One said that each morning after the kitchen was clean and the men were gone I was to go down to the inlet and wash myself inside and out clean. It said hygiene was important. So there was a kit that I could douche my a-pussy clean. Another said that even though I couldn't have a period. I was to wear a feminine pad two days a month and a tampon on my heavy day. It gave me a regular calendar of 28 days to follow. And just to be safe I was to wear a pad at night 3 nights before and after my period dates. It said my period would start in two days and for me to note it on the calendar and to remember what to do.

One chapter was titled "TOILET DUTIES". I shook as I turned and began to read.

"As you probably noticed, there is no toilet inside. But now there is. You. That is the reason you have a door to the bathroom. When you hear the tinkle bell from the bells on your side, you know someone needs to go. I looked up and could see that sets of bells were now attached to the handle. They will enter your room and you are to greet them cordially. At night it is advisable to wear the cunt plug panties and to have the tube and funnel in place. It's a lot better then just being either pissed on or having to swallow a lot of piss. Even if you are dreamily asleep try to remember to say "thank you Sir" or suffer the next day consequences. The chapter went on to talk about bowel movements.

It said that men usually go when they have to and that often that may be outside. But it if was raining or something else, my duties would be the following. Although I would not have to eat any they may poop in my panties or hands. May wipe themselves with my nose or hair. And that this was the one time I could go down to the inlet and clean myself other than normal routine. But I was to leave the cabin in a most feminine manner and walk swaying my ass even if it was loaded. If the poop was hard enough I might be asked to push it up in my a-cunt.

After I finished that chapter I put my tray outside as instructed.

Shortly after another tray was pushed under my door. I realized that in about 12 hours this would all happen. The book had said midnight I would turn into a slut.

I would go to bed each night at 9pm. And I was to read books that would make me more pleasurable to the men.

Another part talked about always looking at the men's cocks. Not to lift my eyes unless told to. There was a chapter on what jewelry to wear. I went to the table and found several items. A necklace that said in gold letters "TOILET" The book had said put it on now and wear it all the time. Almost crying, I put it on. I could see the word backward in the mirror. There were nipple clamps and clamps to make me seem to have labia.

Then there was Bob's voice outside "don't forget to be ready. Any mistakes tomorrow and you will be punished."

I ate my lunch and looked again in the drawers. There were panties with some sort of plug sewn in and a tube that could attach. There were funnels that fit the tube. Also all the panties had a cutout in the front for my p-clit to hang out of and a pad that held my shriveled balls tight against me. I wondered why.

I put my tray outside again. It was later in the afternoon. I wanted to cry but couldn't. I tried to put on the makeup and fix myself and was more successful then I thought I would be. I was sitting there made up wearing a satin teddy with my nipples pushing out and my necklace glistening in the mirror when I heard the dinner tray pushed in. It stayed light late at this time of year. But still I could tell it must be after 7 PM.

I could hear the men talking and drinking outside. Having fun while I tried to get my mascara right. There were paragraphs on what to say if I had to "pee". I ate dinner and put the tray out again. The last tray I thought. In the book it referred back to the book on "How to be a Perfect Woman." There in that book, I had missed a part that said my breasts wouldn't get any bigger. I would be no more feminine looking then I was now. So it was up to me to be sure to act terrific since these men had had better looking women.

I thought how they were going to pee on and in me. How they would cum. How much cum they would spew out. It grew darker as I read on. Finally I another tray was pushed through with the "buttery nipple" liquor in the glass and a note saying "See you soon."

The last part of the book suggested I wear a camisole and the butt plug panties. To have the funnel and tube by my bed. I did as it said as I drank the glass of liquor. And shortly after that I fell asleep in bed still wearing my make-up and lipstick. The plug was in my ass and the camisole was soft and satiny against my breasts. The last line of the book had said that each night I should read and go over the parts I had failed at the day before. "Try to improve yourself each day. Be a better slut."

Chapter 5

I think I heard the tinkle of the bells. I don't remember. But now here I am as I've recounted. Someone is coming into my room. I realized suddenly that my hands and legs have been cuffed and I am laying face up in the bed. The moon is streaming in through the window on my face. Otherwise the room is dark. I can see shadows. It must be very early morning. Maybe 5AM, I can see the tube curl down towards my ass and up towards Ð connected to the funnel. The funnel is a little lower then waist height. I hadn't put it there. But there it was.

The bells tinkle again. A voice saying "GEEE do I have to take a leak." Another voice concurring that he had to also. And then they are looking down at me. I can't see them. I just hear one saying, "What a cute toilet." I hear a zipper. The sound of the unzipppppppppppppping ear shattering. "Ah, yes," moans the voice from the sound of the unzipping. Then I can hear a whizzing sound and liquid hitting plastic. Trembling and held tight, I realize my mouth is being held open by some round device. It must have hole in it since I can breathe. But I can't talk. Suddenly, there is a warm wetness moving into me. I shudder as I know he is peeing in me and the sound of his moans of relief only make me even more humiliated as my bowels start to fill.

"Hurry up, I have to go." And then the sound of another zipper unzipping. Ziiiiiiipppppppppppppppping open. My ass or a-cunt as I am to refer to it filling. Hot urine. Male pee is filling me.

A new strong flow starts and I know someone has come around in front of my face. His cock dangling. A shimmer of moonlight illuminates a drop of pee at the tip. Sitting there bubbling over the slit and finally falling into my mouth.

My ass filling more, the man over my head says, "Just a squirt left," and pees a long squirt right into my mouth. "Get use to it lauren, he says and shakes the last droplets on my face. Finally wiping his dick in my hair. The other finishes and before they leave one of them says, "better keep that plugged till it's time tomorrow. Just a friendly reminder to follow the RULES."

They leave and somehow I fall asleep again with the warm urine flooded in my bowels. When I wake up I am not tied up but I can see feel the pee in me. I reach back and can feel the plug in the panties. Also my p-clit dangled out the front. My mind swung back to the book of "RULES". "When you are plugged, don't forget to carry the tube and penis sheath in your purse with your lipstick and perfume. Remembering the sheath that was next to the funnel. It was a latex sheath with a nipple that would fit the tube in the end where the funnel was.

As I roll out of the bed, I feel the pee slosh around in my ass. I wonder if it's just a feeling or does it really make a sound. Going to the table near my bed I see a flower and a note.

Dear Cunt: Today is the start. Make it great. We all love a real girl; a good cocksucker and a good receptacle. Over the next days you will improve. But don't forget from now on you are to work on and keep your girlish figure. Wiggle your ass. And smile at the men as if you hope they will use you. If you see one of them men whose cum is in you make sure your smile signifies how pleased you are to be carrying his spunk or whatever else you are carrying. But keep your eyes on their dicks and asses while you smile. Today you must use the curtsy properly and don't rise until given permission. Remember to say THANK YOU SIR in a girlish sincere voice.

BOB,

As I walked, actually sloshed to the make-up table, I noticed that the pad against my balls make me walk every more femininely. Sitting down I made my face as the book on being a "perfect woman" had instructed. I looked slutty with the lashes and mascara. My lips were very red. There were different colors for different days. I was to start with the color marked 23 since my period would start two days. There were dots on the three days before and after. A reminder for the feminine pads I guess. Day 28 was in dark red and stood out differently then the other days. That lipstick was blood red. The days 1 to 5 were shades of pink. Again subtle reminders I thought. Another note on this counter reminded me to wear my labia jewelry and nipple clamps today.

I dressed in the bra that had a cutout for my nipples. So did the uniform and the bodice of the uniform was cinched so my waist was much smaller. The skirt of the uniform was a bit flared and had some lacy petticoat that held it out. Now I noticed the other outfits were not exactly alike. They were only similar. Some were made with more satiny and slinky material. Also there were a couple of dresses on the end that I hadn't noticed yesterday. A red shoestring dress and a summer flowered dress caught my eye.

But the outfit I was putting on had a tag on it that said, "Wear this, Bob."

I flashed back and remembered how his cum had been shot in me just two days ago. Wondering if it had dried there? What had happened to it? Was it absorbed into me? Yes, I thought it must have been absorbed into me. At that moment the pee moved around. And I had an urge to relieve myself. But, I knew I had to wait till later. After breakfast and the kitchen had been cleaned up. Then I could, I would clean myself. The words "feminine hygiene" flashed in my eyes.

Putting on my garter and stockings, I looked at the book again. It was open to the page on curtsying. I hadn't noticed before. It said, "curtsy frequently. Curtsy when a man says hello or thank you. Curtsy when you say thank you. Curtsy frequently and your ass will not be sore." There was the picture of the curtsy. I realized my p-clit would be naked every time I curtsied.

I filled my purse up. Put my perfume on and then I heard a knock at my door.

"Hey Lauren, hurry up I'm getting hungry."

Looking in the mirror before I walked out, I realized I did look like a girl. I looked very feminine. I smelled feminine. My nipples and breasts were girlish. The only thing missing was a pussy. But I did have my a-pussy and it was full. Full of male piss.

I walked to the door and turned the knob.

Chapter 6

"Good morning Lauren, come over here," Bob said as I walked into the living room. I walked over and then curtsied in front of him. Holding my skirt up. My p-clit sticking out. "Thank you Sir," I said in a sweet girlish voice. His big burly hand patted my small p-clit and then he gave me a love pat on my ass. The pee moved in me as he said, "looks like the toilet has been used but not full. Isn't it nice to be a good girl?"

I smiled and said "yes Sir." He slapped me hard with the paddle and admonished, "don't forget to always look at the cock."

I looked down. My right cheek hot with the heat from the paddle. I could see his cock was sticking out of his underwear. He wasn't wearing any pants.

"Ok cunt, now you can put down your skirt and make breakfast," he said quietly.

As I walked to the kitchen I noticed several of the other men had their cocks out also. One wasn't wearing any bottoms. It was Bill. As we neared each other he walked right up close to me. His cock was touching my tummy as he leaned to my ear and whispered. "Later I going to fill your mouth with my spunk. Make sure you don't swallow till I say so." I was about to walk on when he held me and spanked me three times hard with his paddle. It reminded me. I said, almost crying, "Yes Bill Sir, that will make me so happy."

I managed to make breakfast without another incident. And served it. But now when I served I had to stand until I was given approval to go to the next man. Usually while serving, one would rub my p-clit or play with my ass. John touched the plug in my a-cunt and said, "do you enjoy having my piss in you?"

Then he rubbed my p-clit as I answered "Yes Sir, I do." And he said, " I think your clit is getting hard. Am I exciting you?" Blushing I found myself answering "Yes John Sir."

"Just remember he advised, "you can only cum when a man is rubbing your clit or cumming in your cunt. Now get back in the kitchen and wiggle that ass as you walk."

I did as I was told and knew he was looking. Knew he could see through my skirt, my panties, my skin and look at his piss in me jiggle.

Andrew came in just as I finished making my eggs. He was playing with his cock and took my plate of scrambled eggs and shot a load of cum all over them. The cum was thick and sat on the eggs as the precum ran down the valleys in the eggs. "A girl needs her protein in the morning, right?" he smiled. I looked at the eggs. I wanted to vomit. He spanked my ass twice with a paddle and said, "RIGHT?"

I curtsied and said "Yes Andrew Sir a girl does need her protein. Thank you it will make me even prettier."

"Good girl, now eat up while I watch." And he handed me my fork.

I ate the eggs. Eating around the big glob of cum sitting in the center. He asked, "saving the best for last?"

I nodded yes, even though that hadn't been my intention. And looked and saw my fork was now full of the glob of cum on the eggs. I put the fork into my mouth. Over my red lips. Onto my tongue. And slowly began to chew. The taste was strong. Pungent like a salty ammonia. I found myself chewing but not swallowing when he said, "yes chewing your food properly and savouring the best. What a good girl." Then he patted my ass. I swallowed.

He turned and rubbed my tummy as he kissed me on the lips and then stood back and said, "there'll be plenty more of that later."

When I didn't answer he spanked me again and I immediately answered, "Thank you Andrew Sir. I look forward to all your cum."

"Good girl, you're learning," he said as he left.

The men finished their breakfast. They thanked me and I curtsied. And they told me what a good cunt I was becoming. As they left I saw all their cocks moving through the door.

I cleaned up the house and was about to do my feminine hygiene down in the sea when I heard Bob call out from the living room.

"Hey cunt, you still here?"

"Yes Sir (he was the only one who I was to call Sir without his name. It was a more deferential statement)," I called back.

"Good, come in here and suck my cock."

I walked in the room looking at his cock. It was sticking straight up. THICK and HARD. I thought back to how much cum it had shot in my p-cunt.

"Get your mouth on her cunt. I think the largest amount of jizz is stuck in my balls and needs to be in you. Kneel down cunt"

I knelt in front of him and he just said, "start sucking the Popsicle girl." When I started to suck him, he held my head a bit with one hand, but began looking at a magazine he held in the other.