1. The Island, Chapter 12


    Date: 4/10/2017, Categories: Fiction, Anal, BDSM, Black, Blowjob, Bondage and restriction, Cock & ball torture, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Female Domination, First Time, Male / Female Teens, Oral Sex, Author: Paperbackwriter, Rating: 77.2, Source: sexstories.com

    Author’s Note, Part 2: As a thank you to loyal readers, I have uploaded a map of the island into the forum. Just search Map of the Island if you’re interested. I'm trying to figure out a way to share non-nude pictures of the cast of characters without violating forum rules. Chapter 12 I came to with a splitting headache. I didn’t know where I was. The waning light suggested at least a few minutes had gone by, but not hours. I seemed to be upright, but my arms were killing me and my shoulders were in agony. I stumbled around, getting my legs under me and taking the pressure off my tortured upper extremities as I brought myself more or less erect. My legs seemed to be tethered and were limited in their movements. My arms wouldn’t move at all. I squinted upward and saw my wrists were bound with what looked like vines. I shook my head in confusion, bringing on waves of nausea. I might have a concussion , I thought. What the hell is going on? I soon found my legs were bound, as well. I seemed to be tied up, naked and spread-eagled, between two trees. I felt something in my mouth, and realized some type of fabric was jammed in my mouth. I tried to spit it out, but had no success. I tried yelling for help, but muffled groans were all I could produce. “He’s awake,” I heard a voice say off to my left. I tried to turn my head to see who it was, but couldn’t get my head around far enough. “Fucking pervert,” said the voice, dripping venom. A white hot pain across my ass caused me to ...
    scream into the gag in my mouth and brought tears to my eyes. “When will Mary get here?” the voice said. “A few more minutes,” another one said. “I told Toni to run.” I groaned again. What the fuck was going on? Were there more terrorists on the island? That seemed farfetched. Finally, I at least found out who my captors were. Stepping into view all around me came 6 teenage girls. They all wore fierce expressions and some variety of lower body covering. Some had bathing suits, some underwear, some UnderArmor. One wore a leather skirt. All were topless. Two had knives strapped to their hips.. Several were holding spears, and all of them had what looked like war paint covering their faces and chests. I finally realized I was looking at the field hockey team. Had they gone feral? Maybe the whole hunting thing had gone to their heads. They looked like something out of a pornographic version of Lord of the Flies . The one who had been talking was Alexis, I recalled. She was a tall, statuesque blond of probably 18. Her hair was in a long braid down her back. She wore black runderwear bottoms, leaving her firm B-cup breasts bare. She had on some sort of athletic sandals. Her torso was painted in swirls of black, spirals and zigzags that circled her boobs and trailed onto her back. Stripes of black and red covered her face. She looked like some terrifying nightmare of an Amazon warrior, and I guess that was the point. These girls apparently took their hunting duties seriously. I tried to ...
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