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.
