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The Island
Final Part
By
Lauren Westley
(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.
Postscript:
From outside I heard the sound of helicopters. Of course I thought it was
a joke so I ran outside to tell the men to stop it.
I had just put on a short white skirt with some white stay-up stockings
with red bows on the top of them. The bows were very visible since my
stockings were short. I had white sandals on with my red toe nails showing
through the opening in the tips of the stockings. Actually, I thought the
cut out in the stocking was quite a good fashion design. My blouse was
sheer pink with my little breasts just barely pushing my nipples against
the fabric. My lips were bright red and of course I was wearing a feminine
pad against my 'clitette' and a tampon string hung out of my pussy. It was
that time of the month. I had dried my hair outside in a breeze earlier
and it was very curly and very long now. It hung well over my shoulders
and I had a pink bow tucked into my blond curls. My earrings very visible
because the hair fluffed out a bit away from my ears as I ran in a girly
fashion, my ass wiggling since it was filled with Sir's cum and pee. There
was no plug in me.
So I ran outside and before I knew it some military men grabbed me and put
me into a helicopter saying, "Young lady, you are safe now. We are here to
rescue you."
Once in the helicopter I saw the men. The doors were closed and the
helicopter took off with just us in the compartment and two air force
pilots flying the helicopter. It all happened so fast I didn't even have
time to think. But, as the helicopter took to the air Sir moved close to
me with a warning.
"Lauren, we are being flown to a US Navy destroyer. It would be best for
you not to say anything about being Loren or what happened. Just play the
girl until we get back to Florida and no one will know. You can go your
way and this was just some fun. Probably a good plastic surgeon could
remove your small breasts and we'll all pay for whatever you need. But
remember, it would be much more embarrassing for you to be outed."
I realized Sir was right. What could I say that anyone would believe? No
I'd be ridiculed. Better to be rescued as a woman and sort it out at Sir
(why don't I just say Bob). Sir's pee and cum jiggled in me as the
helicopter bounced around and finally descended to the flight deck of the
US destroyer. Sir put his hand under my elbow and started to help me out.
Outside a soldier grabbed me by my waist and hoisted me away from Sir.
"Welcome aboard the USS (I couldn't hear as the chopper blades turned)
Ma'am," the sailor said.
I smiled and thanked him and asked if there was a lady's room somewhere.
The men got off the helicopter.
"Yes, Ma'am," he said, "I'll escort you."
And with that we walked together. Actually he gave me a little forward
room. If I slowed he slowed and as I walked my ass jiggled more than I had
been taught to jiggle for over the past month due to the large amount of
Sir's pee that filled it. I felt his eyes looking at my butt. I even
blushed since I knew what he was thinking although he was acting the
perfect gentleman. Quite a difference from the way the men had treated me.
"Right here Ma'am," he said as I saw the door marked LADIES.
I hesitated a moment and he asked, "Anything wrong Ma'am?"
"No Lieutenant," I answered as I pushed the door open.
"It's Ensign Ma'am," he said with a deferential smile, "but I'll just wait
for you here."
With that I walked into the LADIES room. I hadn't been in any bathroom for
quite awhile and never in the LADIES room. It was clean with a large
mirror over the sink and there were two stalls. Looking in the mirror I
could see I looked very much feminine. Actually I was amazed looking at
myself in the mirror. I had become accomplished at my make-up and my
breasts were so obvious I knew Bob was right. I wouldn't be able to
explain any of this away.
Oh, I had to go so bad. I snapped right out of the thought went into the
stall, pulled a sanitary bath cover out and put it on the seat. Then I
lifted up my skirt, pulled down my panties, pulled the tampon out and sat
on the toilet. Just before I started to let it all out I heard the door
open. I froze.
"Hey Lauren, its ok," a female voice said and then entered the stall next
to me.
I couldn't hold back and all of Bob's pee and cum started shooting out of
me. It hit the water noisily.
"You sure had to go girl," the voice continued. "You sound like you
haven't peed in a week." And with that she giggled a little. Then she
continued, "I'm Lieutenant Jones, actually Doctor Jones and I'll be doing
a medical exam to see if you are ok. Right now I just know your name is
Lauren and you've been on that Island with those five men for nearly six
weeks. So, when you're done we'll go to the medical bay and check you
out."
I didn't know what to do. I was in shock. I was wiping myself, pulling up
my panties, flushing the toilet and wondering what to say when I heard
myself meekly answer, "Ok."
Then I left the stall and wet patted my face so I wouldn't mess up my
make-up. She came out of the stall just at that moment bringing her hand
up to shake mine.
She said, "You can call my Josie."
I shook her hand and whispered, "I have to talk to you privately."
"Alright, we'll go right to my office first," she answered.
And with that we walked out of the bathroom. She dismissed the Ensign and
I sort of followed her to her office. We passed many men and I felt all of
their eyes but at the same time I felt safe with her by my side and them
saluting her. I also felt afraid of what would happen when I told her the
truth but realized no matter what Sir had said I would have no choice
here.
Once at her small office I sat in the chair next to her desk and blurted
out I was really a guy who became a girl on the island. I didn't dare tell
her I was forced or anything like that. Instead, I told her it was my own
doing. Now I know you wonder why I did that. But it was what Bob had said
in the helicopter that stuck in my mind. If I could get out of her without
anyone knowing I could go back to my life without anyone knowing.
Of course she asked about my breasts and I lied saying I had been taking
hormones for quite some time but no one knew in my family and all I wanted
to do is get home without anyone knowing I was a man. I continued with my
made up story about going to live with Bob and that I loved him.
"Well, Lauren, I can really understand how you feel and I think I have an
idea," Lt. Josie said in a calm voice. "But first, I'll have to examine
you. I am a doctor so don't worry about that. After we'll settle you in
with me and I'll tell the Captain it's best for you after the last six
weeks on the island with just men that you just be with a female for the
trip to Florida. You can have your dinner in my room or come to the galley
with me depending on how you feel. We should be in Florida by early
morning. Is that ok, honey?"
Of course I complied and spent the next 12 hours in an adjacent room to
hers in case a woman was sick on board and need to be segregated from the
men. Across the hall was a shower and she lent me some make up. And by
late morning I was smiling goodbye to her as I walked down the gangplank
with Sir taking my arm.
We passed a few photographers and news reporters. I didn't say a word. Sir
handled everything and a few hours later I was with him at his home.
Actually it was more like an estate. It was fenced in and had a swimming
pool etc. I sat down on his sofa and fell asleep.
I must have slept about six hours. Bob woke me up and the TV was on.
Bob said, "you won't believe this."
There on the screen was a TV anchorman holding my diary saying how I was
really Loren Westley not Lauren. The anchorman continued to stay tune
regarding this bombshell news at 7pm.
Well, to get to the point, somehow Bob's lawyer talked to the news station
and made a deal I would give an interview if my diary was returned and no
mention of its contents were made to anyone. Of course I had to approve
which I did and so at 7pm I gave a live interview of how I was a willing
woman to the men for the six weeks and how well they treated me. There was
allusion to sex but it was left to the listener to decide whether I did or
not. But no matter what it was consenting.
Now, why did I do that? For the same reason I told the ship's doctor I
didn't want anyone to find out. I would have been more then mortified if
my diary had been made public.
But now, instead it's private. I'm living with Sir and washing his
clothes, cooking the meals while he tries to figure out what is best for
me.
And, dear diary, that's what happened to my life.
Jane
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