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Shipwrecked, Survivor, Slave Ch. 01

By: The_Bear_Man



This story is based upon a fictional reality show that is similar to several currently seen on TV. The people involved are of course fictional. It worth setting the reader's expectation by saying that I am attempting to build the story so that you get to know the characters a little, therefore the amount of erotica/sex is limited in the first chapter but hopefully you can get a sense of where it is leading. So please enjoy and I would be very pleased to receive feedback.

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Chapter 1 -- Some Good News

"Go on then Moll, open it."

Veronica Stennet implored her friend to put them both out of their misery and open the letter that had been placed on the table next to their drinks

Mollie Wan-Chu turned to Veronica and smiled. The letter had fallen through the letter box and onto the mat in Mollie's apartment with the morning post.

That was over 3 hours ago and she had still not opened it.

"Shall I?" Mollie said, genuinely sounding nervous of what it might say. She knew what it was, and she knew that the outcome could be so life changing for her.

"Yes, do it now. Please Moll, otherwise I shall just get up and go." Veronica offered a tone of mock indignation. The two girls sat in a relatively empty public house. The British Oak in North London was never that full anyway but at lunchtime on a Tuesday it was just about empty save for a couple of lecherous locals who were happy to see 2 pretty female students slowly sipping orange juice in their local pub at this time of day.

"Okay, let's do it!"

Mollie picked up the white envelope and made a small slit in one corner before running her finger along the top. For a final time she turned, brushed strands of her long black hair out of her face and smiled at her friend.

"Here goes, fingers crossed." Knowing how important this was to Mollie, Veronica crossed her fingers too. 

Mollie pulled the letter from the envelope and started to read. It took her about 30 seconds of concentration before she smiled and let out a loud scream of joy.

The voyeuristic regulars turned to stare but Veronica just laughed knowing what the letter must say.

"I'm going hon, they've picked me. Fuck V, I'm actually going to be on the television. Fuck!"

Mollie was, clearly, almost incoherent with joy, so Veronica took the piece of paper away from her friend and started to read herself.

"Dear Mollie, it was such a pleasure to see you for your final interview last week and we now take great pleasure in informing you that you have been chosen as girl number 1 for the forthcoming series of Shipwrecked, survivor! This means that you will be the first girl to travel to the Potoma Island in the South Pacific and you will spend a week with boy number 1, being filmed before anyone else joins you.

I have to remind you of course that your involvement in the show must remain highly confidential given the fact that although we are shooting it now we are not showing it on TV until the autumn.

Assuming that you still want to take part in the show then we require you to call the number at the bottom of this letter as soon as you can so that we can make suitable travel and inoculation arrangements.

You will travel out to Potoma on Friday 20th February.

So, well done and congratulations Mollie, and we look forward to hearing from you soon.

Yours faithfully,

C4TV Inc."

"Oh Moll," Veronica put down the letter and hugged her friend before planting a resounding kiss on her cheek. The display of emotion turned the interest of the locals up a notch hopeful that they had found a pair of amorous lesbians in their very own pub. But the 2 girls did not oblige that fantasy; instead Veronica laughed once more and shook her head.

"I don't believe it, my little Mollie Chu on the TV! You're going to be on Shipwrecked, survivor! I can't believe it."

"I know," Mollie was ecstatic as tears spilled down her cheeks. "I've got to ring mum and my sister, oh and C4TV! Fuck V, I go in 3 weeks!"

The girls left what remained of their drinks and, much to the disappointment of the guys sitting at the bar drinking, they left.

*****

"But V, how will I look on TV?"

Mollie stood in front of the full length mirror in her room. She lived in an apartment with Veronica and Rosie, also a London City University Student. They had a room each and shared a living room and bathroom. All 3 were good friends but Veronica and Mollie had known each other the longest. Rosie was in class but the 2 other girls had been free of lectures all day. Veronica looked at the reflection of her friend in the mirror.

"Oh Moll, you look stunning as always." It was true that, in a platonic kind of way, Victoria had harboured a crush on her friend ever since she had known her. Now, reflecting upon Mollie dressed only in lacy black underwear and staring into a full length mirror, Victoria's crush surfaced again and she began to seriously question the platonic nature of her feelings.

"Thanks sister, you're a good friend."

"You know that before long they'll have you pole dancing on the island and then featured posing provocatively in FHM or Maxim or something, right?"

"No way V, never! I will not be stripping off for anyone not least of all several million horny Sunday morning guys slumped in front of the TV masturbating off their hangovers! And as for those crappy poor excuses for porn magazines that you mentioned, then forget it. Now if you were talking Playboy or Penthouse then maybe I might be interested!"

"Moll, no, really?" Victoria's eyes opened wide.

"No, silly, of course not. Look I am going on this show because I genuinely want to broaden my horizons, meet new people and experience new things, and not just so I can be a teenager's wet dream!"

"So, Waddya think V?"

Victoria scanned the image of Mollie's 5 feet 4 inch Asian frame. She roved her eyes up the length of her friend's shapely legs to her flat stomach and on upwards to her small but pert breasts, and then to her face. Mollie's face was the best bit. She had beautifully sculptured features, a small nose, lovely brown eyes whose shape reflected her Chinese descent, and full, red lips ... warm and inviting! Victoria shook the fantasy out of her head and replied, "You look lovely Moll, and you'll knock 'em dead, of course you will."

******

In the few days and short weeks leading up to the time she was due to depart, Mollie was very, very excited. She had told her parents and her little sister of course but no-one else, other than Rosie and Victoria. Mollie had been made to sign a confidentiality agreement such that she kept everything else to herself until the time that the show's real events were played out on TV. It was highly frustrating but that was the way it had to be and Mollie understood that.

Having called C4TV quickly after she had received the letter, Mollie had received the appropriate booster injections for inoculation and had been treated to a whirlwind of preparation. If she had been in any doubt about one of the show's main attractions, despite her own principled reasons, Mollie's delusions were cleared up when she was allowed to choose 6 brand new bikini's from shops on Oxford Street just for use on the show. She would be wearing little else that was for sure, which made Mollie kind of excited but even more determined not to play the exhibitionist when she was on the island.

She was also asked to provide a small pen picture of herself for distribution to the shows production team and her co-islander, boy number 1. She presumed that he had also been asked to do this and so it was no surprise when an email arrived with both hers and boy number 1's pen pictures attached. Sitting at her screen Mollie opened the email and decided to re-read her own first.

"Mollie Wan-Chu, 20 years old. Student at City University, London studying Language and Business. She speaks 5 languages and is grade 7 on the piano. Mollie is looking forward to being on Shipwrecked, survivor so that she can meet new people, enjoy the experience and learn new things about herself. Mollie is single and is not looking for romance on the island."

Mollie cringed. Reading her own profile made her sound like a real geek who would struggle to see fun if it leapt up and bit her on the ass. But she wasn't like that, 'oh fuck what a crap profile', Mollie thought to herself. She decided to read about the boy she would be living with for the first week.

"Neil Adams, 22 years old. London based banker. Neil grew up in Germany until he was five, before coming to the UK. He is sports mad and has run the 100 meters for his county on several occasions at the National Championships. He is proud of his well toned body and six-pack stomach. Neil is also a total ladies man, so we'll see if his cheeky humour has the right effect on the girls - he certainly hopes it will."

Oh man. Who was this guy? Mollie thought that his profile was more attractive and engaging than hers but she also thought that he sounded like a proper jerk. Suddenly Mollie was not quite so excited at the thought of spending the first week alone with 'Neil Adams'. But soon, and upon reflection, she decided that nothing would spoil this opportunity and when she thought about how inaccurate her profile was she soon convinced herself that Neil would be just fine. At least he sounded attractive and even sexy, though, as she kept reminding herself, a relationship of any sort whilst on the island was the furthest thing from her mind.

******

Mollie woke reluctantly. First her eyes blinked at the sunlight peeping in through the break in the curtains and then the loud alarm of her bedside clock cut into her mind.

"Fuck, shut up clock!" she shouted at no-one but the clock. Slowly she dragged her body out of bed. In was 5am. Today was the day. Mollie was flying via LA to Tahiti where she would be met by the C4TV team and whisked away to be 'Shipwrecked'. She had to be at Heathrow by 7:30am and her flight to LA was scheduled to leave at 10:30. It would be a long haul and she only had economy tickets. Still they were free and paradise awaited her, so it was hard to complain.

Mollie showered and before long felt awake. She had packed her stuff the previous evening and C4TV had arranged for a car to pick her up at 6:15. So she just had to get showered and dressed and then she was ready. Mollie wanted to look good for her first impressions and so took care to wash and dry her hair, shave her bikini line and underneath her arms and then she was ready to get dressed. She had packed a fairly big case with most of her decent clothes, including the 6 free bikini's but she had left out a grey vest top, a blue button blouse to go over it, jeans and Mollie intended to wear her North Face jacket and long boots to cater for the London Winter. It would be Summer in the South Pacific and she couldn't wait.

Mollie had at one point thought that she and Neil would travel out together but now realised that they were to be kept completely apart until they met on the island beach for the first time. This was so exciting Mollie would have butterflies in her stomach all the way out there.

Taking her luggage into her hand she took a last look around her room, said a whispered goodbye and was about to leave when the door to her room burst open.

"Byeeeeee Moll!" It was Veronica and Rosie.

Their sudden appearance at this early hour touched her and Mollie sensed her eyes watering.

"Oh girls, come here." Mollie released her luggage and held them both in a big hug.

"We'll miss you honey, but have a great time, you hear us?"

"I will, don't worry. And I'll be back soon full of stories to tell you. Look after each other while I'm gone."

Mollie pulled herself free from the embrace and started to make her way to the front door and the waiting taxi. Veronica moved towards her again.

"Here Moll, take this and think of me." Veronica slipped something into Mollie's hand and gave her a light kiss on the lips. Mollie smiled and said,

"Thanks V, I love you."

"I love you too sister."

Mollie looked down and saw the small furry bear on a key ring with the engraved word, 'Don't forget me Moll, love V xx'

As Mollie left the house she was crying.

******

The flight was long, cramped and largely uneventful. She ate, slept ... kind of, and watched 3 movies; a couple of uneventful flicks on the way to LA and then one of her favourites, 'Love Actually' on a TV Gold channel on the Tahiti leg. It took an unbelievable 22 hours to fly to Tahiti and so by the time Mollie had spent that amount of time on the plane and taken into account the plus 11 hours difference between Tahiti and London her body clock was shot to pieces. 

After staggering through her disembarkment and waiting for what seemed like an age for her luggage, Mollie stumbled into the arrivals hall at Tahiti's Faa'a international airport and was greeted by a C4TV card being held up with her name on it.

"Welcome Mollie," said a smiling face. Despite feeling like shit Mollie smiled back and even managed a little wave.

"Hi," the Asian student replied in a tired voice.

"Welcome to Tahiti! Here let me take your bags."

Mollie was on Autopilot and if she had heard the order to undress in the middle of the airport she would probably have obeyed, which was worryingly unlike her. But soon she was sitting in the back of a very comfortable Mercedes being taken to the Tahiti Hilton. 

"You okay back there, Miss Chu?"

"Oh, erm, yeah sure. Where're we going did you say?"

"The Tahiti Hilton Miss. You're gonna meet my boss Tricia Gayle one of the C4 documentary producers in charge of Shipwrecked."

Mollie just nodded. She was almost asleep.

******

"So tonight you can unwind, but you should try to stay awake until at least 9pm that way your body clock will adjust and then tomorrow you will be taken out by boat to Potoma, okay?"

The word okay had pretty much woken Mollie up, and so she just sort of nodded before allowing herself to be whisked up to her room by a very enthusiastic porter.

"There you go Mollie ..." The young local, Tahitian native, porter opened the room door for her, and was being annoyingly familiar using her first name and all. But once the door was open Mollie just stared not believing her eyes. She had been allocated the most sumptuous suite ever, with the biggest bed and a view looking out to the Ocean. She could have cried with joy.

"Lovely room you've got." The porter continued his chatty ways whilst taking her bag into the main living room area, "shall I put it just here for you?"

Mollie looked towards him and nodded, "yes please." The boy stood his ground, and Mollie looked back at him. The moment became awkward.

"I usually get a tip Mollie," he said, "but I know you're just a young girl, and so if you want to pay some other way ..."

"What. I beg your pardon, what do you mean?"

Taking her question as a statement of interest instead of rebuke, he replied.

"Well, you're a young, beautiful girl and I'm a fit young porter and so if you give me half an hour of your naked body then we'll call it even. What do you say?"

Mollie looked at him and smiled. "So all you want is a little time with me is it lover?" Her fingers began to trace the hem of his blue jacket lapel. Not believing his luck he nodded, "yeah just half an hour Mollie, that's all." 

Her fingers moved nearer to his face and she moved her hand back and brought it down with a resounding slap.

"How dare you! Leave now before I call someone and have you fired!"

The boy rubbed his cheek and made his exit muttering 'bitch' under his breath.

"You haven't seen the bitch in me yet you jerk," she shouted after him, overhearing his whisper.

She slammed the door shut and smiled. Staring out into the Ocean nothing could spoil her mood, not even an oversexed, over expectant porter.

She flopped onto the bed and began to doze.

It was a loud knocking on the door of the suite that woke Mollie from her slumber. Despite knowing that she ought to try to stay awake, the comfortable king size bed had made it impossible. Mollie had fallen into a deep, coma like sleep and so by the time she was trying desperately to open her eyes the banging on her door was very loud and almost frantic.

"Coming," she shouted wearily. Mollie rolled off the bed onto the floor and picked herself up. She opened the door and saw Tricia Gayle again, the show's producer and a young man. The man stared at the girl in front of him, the girl who would soon be "Shipwrecked, survivor's girl number 1". Her long hair was loose and mussed and, she looked so hot as she swept her hand through the jet black locks. 

"Hey Mollie," Tricia spoke, "you look like you were sleeping?"

"Mmmm, yeah I was ... couldn't help it ... eyes just closed ..." Mollie was talking as if she was in a trance.

"Well, we want to share with you the plans from here on if that's ok?"

"What ... oh yeah, sure, come in." Mollie stepped aside and let the pair of C4TV representatives in.

"Look Mollie," Tricia spoke again, "why don't you unpack and then we'll talk."

"No, no it's fine I'm not unpacking much am I 'cos I'm only here for tonight."

The man was still eyeing Mollie as if to undress her. Then he too spoke.

"But, y'know, you should get a shower Mollie and wake yourself up for a few hours. That way you will adjust your body clock much easier."

Mollie actually thought that this was a good idea and failed to pick up on the man's second agenda which was to sneak a glimpse of the Asian student while she was naked.

"I won't be long, is that ok? Just make yourself some tea or something."

"Yeah Mollie take your time."

Mollie had already stripped off her loose button blouse, and her grey vest top showed the C4TV guy a bit more cleavage than he could see before and so he was already smiling. Mollie took her overnight bag and wandered off to the bathroom.

In just a few seconds the shower was on and the guy started to imagine what Mollie looked like with the water splashing down over her naked body. Tricia, his boss, had stood up to make a phone call and was standing on the balcony looking out to the ocean. Now was his chance.

He stood up and moved to the bathroom. His smile got even wider when he saw that the door was not locked and had actually slipped an inch or two open. He could see nothing yet but he had the opportunity to change that. Checking that his boss was still focused elsewhere he pushed on the open door and the two inches became 5 times that number. Now he could see.

He stared at the steamy shower cubicle and saw Mollie's obviously naked body relaxing under the hot water. He looked down on the floor and saw her clothes. He saw Mollie's jeans and vest and he saw her black lacy bra and matching panties. Her lovely black, tight boxer style panties and he started to go hard. He loved Asian girls and Mollie was as hot as any he had seen for some time.

He stood and watched as long as he dare before he moved back into the room and waited for her to get out. This time he sat in a different place, a chair from which he could see into the bathroom. Then the shower spray stopped.

He sensed her enter the bathroom before her naked form became visible. He saw the steam leave the shower cubicle, mercifully blurring Mollie's sight and the fact that she was being watched. He looked away, briefly embarrassed, and then he looked up again as the student's tight, firm Asian hued body emerged wet, unclothed and glorious from the mists of shower steam. 

She was frantically brushing her head and hair with a towel which left the rest of her body deliciously damp and bare, available for him to drink in. Mollie flowed, rather than walked, across the floor, her movement slow and languid, dripping wet. Her smooth motions like a vision, like someone comfortable in their body... like someone who knew how to use it -- he wondered how much Mollie had used it.


Shipwrecked, Survivor, Slave Ch. 02



Chapter 2 -- The Island Day 1

Despite having the luxury of a hotel suite Mollie was desperate for sleep by 9pm and so she woke bright and early the following morning. It was Monday and it was day one of her life as a Shipwrecked, survivor.

Mollie dragged herself out of bed, stretched and showered. It was while she was toweling her body that there was a knock at the door. Mollie fastened the big, white, fluffy towel around herself,

"Hello, who is it?"

"Good morning Mollie I'm Jessica the wardrobe mistress for the show."

'Wardrobe Mistress?' Mollie thought to herself, I hardly have any clothes!

Jessica entered. "I expect you're wondering why you need advice on your wardrobe Mollie aren't you?"

"Well yes, kind of."

"Don't worry; I'm here just to say that today you should dress in proper clothes, no bikini. The show likes to start off as if you are really being marooned."

"Oh," replied Mollie. Jessica moved towards her bag.

"May I?" Jessica began to open the zipper on Mollie's luggage case.

"Erm, yes of course."

Jessica started to look through Mollie's things. She soon pulled out a matching white lacy bra and panties set, a short denim skirt and a blue and white stripy vest top.

"Here, put these on for today and then from now on you just wear what you want, okay." Jessica smiled and Mollie smiled back.

"Oh, yes okay I will."

"So get dressed and have some breakfast. Make it a good one because it's island life from now on." Jessica laughed.

Mollie closed the door behind her as she the wardrobe lady left. Once her hair was dried she put on the clothes as she had been instructed. Mollie looked herself up and down in the mirror. 

"Well honey ..." she spoke to herself, "you didn't want to become the guys' Sunday morning fantasy but you sure look good!"

******

It was 8:30am when Mollie dragged her case out of the lift to meet the waiting crew.

"Good morning Mollie ..." Tricia spoke, her voice almost too bright and breezy, "... so have you got sun block on."

"Yes I have, and good morning to you too," Mollie replied.

"Good, then let's be away to your new home.

Mollie had never felt so excited before in her entire life.

"There's just you traveling out on the small boat Mollie. Pete and Neil will arrive separately."

Mollie just nodded knowing that she was unlikely to be told any details about Neil's arrival and so might as well not ask. The hotel was on the shore line and so she simply had to pull her case down a jetty and onto the small motor boat that would take her to Potoma.

"Morning Miss Mollie," the captain said, "it's just a short journey, twenty minutes to Potoma."

Mollie nodded and smiled at his reference to her as 'Miss Mollie' -- it reminded her of the song which had now lodged itself immovably inside her head!

"... good golly Miss Molly ...you sure like to ..." Fuck it song, go away!

The boat's motor started up and soon they were pulling away from the hotel. The sound of the boat and the ocean was too loud too talk or be heard over so Mollie just quietly admired the gorgeous surroundings. Endless blue sea and skies and an island home designed to be paradise. She could hardly wait.

After fifteen minutes or so Mollie could see the island, it was about a quarter of a mile away. The boat ground to a halt.

"You can swim right?" the captain asked. Mollie laughed.

"I'm being serious. The show expects you to appear on the beach as if you really had been shipwrecked and so you swim from here on and I will deliver your luggage to the beach later."

"No way, no one said."

"Well that's the plan."

"Can I put on a bikini?"

The captain shook his head. "No you go just as you are. It's only a lagoon so although its' about twenty feet deep here in another 100 yards or so you should be able to stand up."

Mollie knew he was being serious and she could also appreciate the effect the show wanted to create, and she supposed that to tell her at this late hour made for better TV. So with shrug of her shoulders, Mollie moved to the side of the boat and jumped in.

The water was cold but soon became warm to her skin. In fact the sensation was lovely, had it not been for the fact that she was swimming fully clothed. The captain had been right and so after maybe 150 yards Mollie could stand on her tip toes. As she walked towards the shore and her body became more visible Mollie thought that she must look like the James Bond girl rising from the ocean, and she knew that her role as a Sunday morning masturbation object had started right here and right now. She chuckled to herself at the thought.

Mollie was surprisingly tired though when she finally arrived at the sand. It had been a long time since she had swum anywhere and to do so now with her clothes on and in the hot sunshine didn't make for an easy time. But she had made it and so to add to the effect Mollie collapsed onto the beach and for a few minutes she just lay there letting the sun kiss her body.

Suddenly she closed her spread legs. Mollie realized that she was undoubtedly being filmed and so did not want to give them a continuous 'up-skirt' shot. However it was not clear whether Pete the cameraman was here or whether she was currently being filmed from the boat. There was no sign of Pete but that didn't mean he wasn't around ... somewhere.

This burst of thought caused Mollie to jump up. She was soaking still and her clothes clung to her body. She knew what this would look like to the watching audience when the show was aired and she knew that her nipples were so hard that they were poking through her bra and her vest. But she was also aware that she could do nothing about it.

"The price of fame" she laughed to herself.

Mollie looked around at her surroundings. They were idyllic. Fifty yards of golden beach gave way to a dense forest area which was no doubt where they would be expected to make camp. She watched as the boat pulled away. Did that mean she was no longer being filmed? It was impossible to know. But one thing that Mollie did know was that the island was indeed paradise. She could hear absolutely nothing except for the natural sounds of the sea, the breeze and the birds. Beautiful!

Then she found herself wondering about Neil. Was he here already?

"Helloooooo!" she yelled breaking through the sounds of nature.

"Anybody else here?"

Silence. There was no reply.

"Helloooooo. Neeeeeil are you here?" Again, not a sound.

'Okay so he must be on the ten o'clock trip as opposed to the eight o'clock' Mollie thought to herself.

Thinking that she needed to do something, Mollie headed off into the trees. As she walked across the sand Mollie looked along the surf line. The lagoon was big. She had expected to see the entire coastline of the island but that too was bigger than she had expected.

She carried on through the trees and walked for maybe a hundred more yards until she came across a pond. In fact it was extension to the lagoon which of course in turn fed out into the ocean. It was a lovely sight. The surface of the water was so still that it hardly had a ripple except where the waterfall splashed down directly opposite her.

The water of the falls looked like an arch of silver where it flowed over the rock edge about fifteen feet above the pond, and then hung down the face of the rock before it splashed softly into the otherwise still waters. The rest of the pond was like a dark mirror casting a perfect image of the trees and rocks surrounding it.

Mollie stood for a while admiring the view, still not quite believing that she was on 'paradise island'. The only wildlife she could see was of a winged variety -- birds and bugs, nothing dangerous around so far. Despite having spent so long in the water, Mollie felt sticky and still very damp. The sand from the beach had stuck to her and seemed to have managed to get into every bodily crevice that she had!

She was desperate to shower under the waterfall. Fleetingly Mollie thought of the camera and whether she was being filmed or not. But then she relaxed thinking that she hadn't seen anyone so far and that if they only needed two hours of film a week it was unlikely that the camera was switched on even if it was here.

So without a further thought for her safety or anything else and still fully clothed, she dived in.

******

A pair of eyes watched Mollie as she glided through the still water. She created a sleek, slender shape with long black hair flowing behind her, almost effortlessly moving towards the fall. The eyes watched her make it to her destination and climb out onto the flat bedrock. They watched as Mollie took off her vest and wiped her face with it and they focused on her now transparent white bra and then the vest top again as Mollie rubbed it up and down an arm.

Nail Adams had been dropped off at the island at eight o clock that morning. He too had swum ashore and he had seen Mollie arrive and heard her shout out. But he wanted to retain an element of surprise and now, as he watched Mollie shower under the fall, he was glad that he had. Her pen picture had made her sound like a bit of a geek, but nerd or not she sure was hot!

Mollie continued to rub herself with the vest until after a while she took off her bra.

'Oh man," thought Neil to himself. She had her back to him as she placed the vest and the bra on the edge of a nearby rock to dry properly in the sun. Then, with apparent disregard for being seen, Mollie slipped off her skirt and panties and left them to dry also while she luxuriated naked under the cold natural water.

Neil was hooked, he couldn't look away. Even though she faced away from him, the sight of her bare back thrilled the young man; her delicate shoulder blades, the way she tapered to a slender waist and then flared out a little towards her hips. He could see the white, less tanned skin that formed her ass, her buttocks and the back of her thighs right at the very top. Fuck, he was getting hard. He wore only a dry again short sleeved button up shirt which was currently hanging loose and unbuttoned, and a pair of shorts and so there was nothing much to hide his developing erection.

She also had him hooked because she kept rubbing her breasts with her hands and then washing down between her legs. Oh man!

Then she turned to face him. Fuck yeah. Mollie was gorgeous. The waterfall splashed off her back as she put her head beneath the sheet of water making it look like she had been decapitated. Water ran down her chest over her breasts and nipples and down between her slender thighs. Neil saw her toned legs and thighs and then the small clipped triangle of curly black hair that topped her mound. This was the best show he had had in ages. Her breasts, he noted, were smallish but nice and firm it appeared and her nipples were standing out erect like bullets. 

Neil wondered what it would be like to touch her. He hoped he would get the chance. He imagined pulling her wet body to him and kissing her. Then her lovely face emerged and she was done. Looking down to her side Mollie cried out.

"Fuck no!"

Whether they had simply slipped off the wet rock or whether a breeze had taken them didn't really matter, but whatever, Mollie's clothes that she had left drying in the sun were now floating in the pond and were once more wet through! And she had no idea when her luggage would be arriving or for that matter where it would be left. Shit!

Neil had not paid much attention to Mollie's clothes, not with Mollie's naked body available to be gloriously ogled, but now he looked down and saw what her problem was.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" shouted Mollie as she once more jumped into the freezing cold pond, only this time her naked body was even more streamlined than it was before as she cut through the short distance from the falls to where her clothes were gently floating away.

Neil enjoyed the view of her peach like ass just breaching the surface of the still sheen of water and then her naked breasts as she stopped swimming to collect her things. He watched her swim to the grassy bank and clamber out of the pond. Clearly Mollie believed that she was alone as she made no attempt to hide her deliciously naked body.

Should he make himself known or not, that was his dilemma? He quickly decided that he would. He stood up and started to run down the hill to the banking, making it look like he had just arrived.

"Hey, what's the matter, what's all the shouting about?"

Mollie turned to face the sound of his voice and screamed. Her hands immediately went to cover her bare breasts and groin.

"Who ... what the ..."

"Sorry to burst in on with you looking ... well, with you looking like you are, but I heard your screaming and ran towards the sound. You must be Mollie?"

"Erm, yes that's me, and you must be Neil?" Mollie had now hidden herself behind a rock.

"Look, you can't put the soaking wet stuff back on, so take this." He offered her his shirt.

"Oh, right thanks." Taking the shirt from him she said, "Would you mind turning around please?"

Neil had already glimpsed another sight of her erect nipples when handing his shirt over and so willingly obliged. Mollie slipped on the shirt which she fastened to cover her chest, but she was not comfortable with the length of it given that she was wearing no panties and so, despite them still being soaked, Mollie put her panties back on. 

She looked up at Neil's muscled upper body and felt a lust fuelled stirring in her stomach. He was cute, there was no doubting that, and seemed quite chivalrous -- if only she had known that he had been watching her wash her naked body for at least twenty minutes before finally revealing himself.

"Ok I'm done." Mollie appeared from behind the rock. Neil looked at her and his mouth dropped.

"Wow, Mollie, I have to say you look so ... well you just look good, very good."

Mollie was a little embarrassed, but it was true, she wore Neil's shirt far better than he did and, even though she felt more dressed than she had just a few minutes ago, Mollie was still walking around in her wet panties.

They headed back towards the beach. Neil looked at the perfect, natural island habitat around him and the hot Asian, partially clothed girl next to him and wondered what he had done to be so lucky!

******

"Hey guys, look what I've got!"

Pete the cameraman headed towards them carrying two cases.

"Oh yes, my luggage. I was starting to think it had gone missing." Mollie was relieved. Neil was pleased to see his case too but was also regretting the fact that their arrival would mean that Mollie would soon change out of her skimpy clothing.

The two shipwreckers had been sitting and chatting since the events at the pond and had discovered quite a bit about one another. Even though they seemed to have little in common other than their current situation, Neil was left thinking that Mollie was no-where near to being the egg-head her profile had made her sound and in return Mollie though that Neil was okay and not a jerk at all.

They had not seen Pete before this moment and so neither Mollie nor Neil was sure when or even if they had been filmed already.

"Hey, how have you guys been doing?" His eyebrows became raised when he saw Mollie's state of attire. "You'll be ready for this Mollie I guess," he handed her case over to him.

"Thanks Pete, just what I need. See you guys later."

Mollie took her case and moved into her temporary sleeping area which was just a few yards from Neil's and was separated from his space by a long line of bamboo poles which they had found lying around. Such developments were the islanders' only concession to work so far. Mollie spread her sleeping bag onto the sand and suddenly her plot looked far more inviting.

Pete sat down next to Neil.

"So how you doing pal?"

"Fuck me, Pete I never expected to be shipwrecked with such a hot horny looker on my own for a whole week ... and you'll never guess what happened earlier ..."

Pete cut in, and taking a small hand held camera out of his pocket said, "You mean this."

Pete flipped open the small camera screen and played back the whole scene from the pond. Neil stared in awe at the screen as he watched Mollie once again swim out to the falls, strip herself naked and then cavort in the water as she attempted to retrieve her clothes.

"Fuck Pete, when did you get this?" She ... we had no idea you were even here never mind actually filming us!"

"Well, I have been doing this for a few years now," Pete was obviously proud of his stealth like achievement and was also enjoying Neil's reaction.

"She's fucking hot though isn't she?" The cameraman revealed his thoughts to shipwrecked boy number one. They both turned to watch Mollie who happened to be still rummaging inside her case and had her panties-covered ass sticking into the air and facing the guys.

"She sure is Pete, what I wouldn't give to be perched right between those peachy little Asian cheeks ... ha ha!"

"Hmmmm, I know what you mean pal."

Just then Mollie walked back towards them.

"Are you not unpacking Neil?"

Neil fell back onto the sand and looked up at his co-islander, who was now dressed in a black bikini and looked even cuter than she had before.

"Yeah I guess I should."

"But hey," Pete spoke once more, "I gotta tell you guys that you get a tinned food parcel every Monday morning and there is a large cold water store with a tap for you just 50 yards over there." He pointed in a direction opposite to the one they had come from earlier when leaving the pond. Neither of the islanders had so far found the water or the tins and in fact they had been so excited that they had not even thought about food and drink ... until now that is.

"I'm so thirsty all of a sudden," said Mollie tying her long black hair into a pony tail.

"Yeah so am I Mollie. Do me a favour and bring me a cup full of the cold water would you?"

Mollie looked down at Neil and feigned insult.

"What, you want me to bring you water? Don't expect me to be your slave around her, will you! Do you want a drink too Pete" Laughing she walked off in the direction that Pete had indicated.

"Did she say slave?" Neil said quietly to Pete.

"I think she did."

"Oh fuck, how I'd love to have her as my slave; I'd make her do so many things ..."

"We could you know ..." Pete smiled wryly.

"What ... how?"

"Well there's two of us and only one of her for starters, and then I already have this footage of her naked which could so easily find its way onto the internet unless she agrees to our terms and ..."

Suddenly Neil's ears pricked up "Go on,"

"... well there's only me here with you two for the next 5 and a bit days and so long as I get two hours of footage for Tricia then I can pretty much do what I want. So if we can get her into other compromising positions or situations then I can get more and more footage and we can force her to do more and more stuff."

This was very quickly beginning to sound achievable. "What kind of stuff?" asked Neil.

"I am sure that neither of us will have a problem thinking of things to make such a hot babe do ... will we?"

"No, I'm sure you're right."

Just them Mollie returned with a tray and 3 mugs of cool water for them to drink.

"There you are Masters please tell your slave what she should do next!" Mollie laughed and clipped the back of Neil's head with her hand.

"Oh, just sit down here with us and we'll think of something I'm sure!" Again Mollie laughed completely unaware of the recent conversation between her co-islanders.

******

Neil woke with a start. He turned in an almost shock-like state to see Pete standing over him.

"Hey buddy, shhhh don't wanna wake her do we?"

Neil smiled and shook his head, "No we don't," he whispered in reply.




Shipwrecked, Survivor, Slave Ch. 02



"Okay, are you ready?"

"Yes Pete, ready to make this little Asian bend to our will and whims ... fucking great!"

After the conversation in the afternoon Pete and Neil had hatched a plan. Both islanders were still shattered as their bodies adjusted to Pacific Time so it was clear that bed would come early on day one. The plan was that the guys would steal Mollie's case with her clothes in and hide it in Pete's shack along with the food rations. They would start by allowing Mollie access to her clothes and food in return for little favours. What those favours would be, and just how 'little' was still to be decided ... however both Pete and Neil had a general theme in mind! And of course they still had Neil's secret footage to bargain with should it be required.

Neil crept out of his sleeping back and quietly both males made their way to Mollie's sleeping plot. To their relief most of her clothes were still inside her case and Neil could see the black bikini on the sand near to her bag.

"What the fuck does she have on?" Having seen the discarded swimming costume Neil was excited thinking that she might be naked. 

"Take a look bud; go on her zippers only half pulled up."

"Fuck Pete, no way ... I'll wake her."

"No you won't, just watch."

Pete moved his fingers towards her bag. Neil held his breath and stared as the cameraman lifted up the top side of the sleeping bag to reveal Mollie's prostrate body.

"Oh yeah man," Neil could see that Mollie wore nothing on her top -- it had become a very warm evening -- and only a pair of white panties to cover herself with. Her arms were crushed to her chest as her hands, somewhat cutely, formed a pad for her to rest her head on and so the boys could not see her nipples but the squashed outline of her breasts was clearly visible.

"Oh boy, imagine tomorrow when she wakes to find that she's only got a pair of knickers to her name." Neil's voice had become louder and suddenly Mollie stirred and twisted her body position slightly. Both guys froze.

"Come on let's get this over with," said Neil now a little concerned that if they stayed so close to Mollie much longer they would wake her up. Pete scooped up the bikini and closed her case before carrying it away from Mollie and back in the direction of his hut. Neil followed with the food tins.

Once inside his place, Pete let out a whoop of delight.

"Fucking hell Neil pal, we've done it. When our hot little Mollie wakes tomorrow she will have no clothes and no food, unless we let her. Buddy, she will be so desperate."

Neil smiled knowing that he could hardly wait to find out just how desperate!

******

I hope you enjoyed this second chapter. Chapter 3 is being written now, and, of course, the action is about to hot up! Please vote and let me know what you thought.

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Shipwrecked, Survivor, Slave Ch. 03



Having been selected to be part of a virtual reality show Mollie's dream experience turns into a nightmare.

Chapter 3 -- The Island Day 2

It had been impossible for the guys to get back to sleep after they had stolen Mollie's things, so excited were they. They had already planned for Pete to hide himself in a place that enabled him to film Mollie's awakening in the hope of catching some more titillating footage. Neil meanwhile was just going lay and wait for her to wake up.

It was hard to keep track of time given that they had no watches, clocks or mobile phones. So it was only by virtue of the fact that the sun was rising and clearing away the night clouds that Neil had any idea that it was morning again, the morning of day 2 on the island of Potoma.

Mollie stirred as her mind sensed the sun light. She had set her sleeping area up quite sensibly in the shade, but even then the night had been hot and muggy. Mollie remembered that she had removed her bikini and slept with nothing covering her breasts and once her mind had reminded her of where she was and who she was with Mollie reached out for her bikini.

Nothing.

Where the fuck was it?

Mollie knew that she had just left it littered at the side of her sleeping bag, but now it was gone.

And where was her case? No, that was gone too! Bastard Neil, was he playing games already? She would go and give him a piece of her mind and make it clear that this was not how they would live together. Mollie made to get up and go see him but suddenly remembered that she only wore a pair of white lacy panties and nothing on her top. Shit!

"Neil," she shouted. He was only a few yards away and so would hear her for sure. No reply was forthcoming.

"Neil," she yelled again only this time even louder.

"What?" Came his sleepy eyed response, "what are you shouting about?"

"Where are my case and my clothes?"

"What? I have no idea Mollie."

"Well unless someone else lives here and has been spying on us, who else could have taken my case?"

"Hmmm, good point. No one except maybe Pete?"

"Pete! Fuck of course. Y'know what now I think about it he was looking at me in a weird sort of way back at the hotel." Mollie paused then spoke again.

"Neil ...?"

"What?"

"Do me a really big favour and go find his hut and get my case back again would you. I can't get out of my bag yet."

"Why not?"

A little embarrassed Mollie said, "Because I'm almost naked under here."

Neil smiled to himself.

"So you want me to get your clothes back?"

"Yes please."

"How grateful would you be?"

"What ...?" Mollie wasn't sure where this conversation was heading now.

"How worth my while would it be? Look, currently I've got a half naked, hot Asian girl in a sleeping bag just a few yards away from me and she needs a favour. So what happens next?"

"I ... I don't know," Mollie was sounding a little more forlorn, although had picked up on his description of her as a hot Asian girl.

"So maybe a brief kiss would do it."

Mollie knew the direction that Neil could take and so a kiss would be a small price to pay she reckoned.

"Okay you got it, come over here."

"No Mollie, that's not how it works. You come over here sans sleeping bag."

"What, oh come on Neil, please ... don't be so awkward!"

"Those are my terms; take 'em or leave 'em."

With a resigned look on her face the lovely Mollie unzipped her sleeping bag, stood up and, whilst out of Neil's sight, she stretched the aches of the night away from her body. She pulled her lovely body tight and thrust out her arms and her breasts creating a beautiful silhouette against the rising sun and the horizon. It was a hot, horny, superb sight ... a sight which Mollie may well have chosen not to display if she knew that she was being captured on film. Just to make matters worse Mollie spent a few second rubbing each of her breasts and adjusting her panties. Then she had a great idea.

"Hey Neil, did you sleep well?"

Neil looked up as Mollie appeared into his sleeping area. She looked gorgeous, then he laughed.

"You can take those away if you want your stuff back."

"No Neil, please." Mollie had taken two large, sturdy leaves and was holding them over her breasts.

"Okay, do without." Neil placed his hands behind his head and smiled up at Mollie who was feeling more and more cornered by the second.

"Drop the leaves and kiss me. That's the way it will be my little co-islander."

"Neil," Mollie sounded earnest, "if we start out like this you and I living together will never work."

"Hmmm right now though seeing your tits and getting a kiss seems like a good idea."

"Okay fuckwit, have it your way." Neil stored the insult away in his mind for revenge later when she was fully enslaved and watched as Mollie stood up and dropped the leaves. He stared at her breasts. Delicious firm mounds tipped by small brown nipples, hard, erect nipples. After a few seconds Mollie moved to cover them up.

"No Moll, let me ogle you some more."

His phraseology made her feel cheap and demeaned, but she did as he asked.

"Now the kiss and Moll I mean a proper kiss."

Mollie sighed heavily and knelt down beside Neil. She looked at his expectant face and was glad that she actually found him to be cute otherwise this little episode would have been utterly unbearable. She kissed him.

Lightly at first but then with increasing pressure and Neil responded in a like manner. Their mouths met and their lips pressed together and his tongue sought her out. She pulled away leaving a saliva line between them.

"Okay Neil you got your kiss and your naked show so now go get my stuff please."

Neil looked at her and smiled.

"Not sure I can do that Moll!"

"Oh come on Neil stop fucking me about!"

"Now, now Mollie, such bad language from a pretty young girl," Neil mocked his co-islander. Mollie was trying to put on a brave show but was becoming more concerned a not a little scared by the minute.

"Please Neil, just help me find my case or tell me where it is?"

"No can do Moll."

"But maybe I can help?" Pete emerged from a thicket of bushes and trees.

The island's number one girl once again covered her naked breasts with her hands.

"No need to be shy Mollie," Pete laughed.

Mollie knew now that there was a scam being conducted, a scam to humiliate her. She looked away with tears now in her lovely, brown eyes. Mollie looked out to the ocean and thought how quickly such a beautiful setting was turning sour.

She turned back to face the boys.

"Look guys' fun is fun but really I need my stuff. So please get it for me." Her voice was beginning to falter as the emotion in her eyes spilled over into her throat. She was determined not to cry. Pete held a small camera.

"Please don't film this Pete."

Pete just smiled as if to say that he would do as he pleased.

"Okay Mollie, so we have a situation here don't we?" said Neil matter-of-factly.

"No Neil, we don't have to have a situation, as you call it, just let me have my things and we'll forget about it until we can laugh together later."

"Hmmmm, what do you say Pete?"

"I say that Mollie would love to have this right now." Pete held out her black bikini.

Mollie shook her head in despair.

"Do you, Mollie? Do you want the bikini?"

"Yes ... please." Mollie whispered.

"Sorry Moll, can't hear you." Neil was still mocking his co-islander.

"Yes please," she shouted "I do want it, give me my fucking bikini now!"

"Whoa! Calm down Moll. How grateful would you be if we did?"

"No guys, please, no more stupidity. Just let me have my clothes."

"You know what Pete, I've got a huge boner after Mollie insisted on waking me with a kiss in her half naked state, and I need to do something about it."

"Oh fuck!" Whispered Mollie to herself. She was starting to panic. She was trapped with these two guys on a real life desert island with no mobile phone and no means of escape.

"Ok Mollie, so for starters you can show me those lovely little tits of yours."

"Just fuck off, both of you!"

With that Mollie marched back to her sleeping bag and got back inside, leaving the boys laughing at her strop.

As the hours passed by Mollie stayed zipped up inside her bag. Neil had taken the advice of Pete, who had told him that he needed some film of them building a basic shelter on the island and so he suggested that Neil starts this and then he would film it as if they were both contributing. He had plenty of head shots of Mollie that he could edit in.

So after a couple more hours of lie in Neil got up and went for a swim in the lagoon to wake himself properly. Mollie looked at her co-islander basking in the water and was desperate to join him but knew that she could not. In fact she had no idea what would happen next.

Neil came out of the sea dripping wet and came to sit by Mollie with an open tin of peaches that was to serve as his breakfast. He ate them slowly and purposefully in full site of Mollie.

"Hey Moll, you might not have realised yet but we have the food also and so unless you catch your own you will have to rely on Pete and I if you want anything to eat."

Mollie did not react verbally to Neil's smug revelation but new tears squeezed out from under her eyelids. This chance of a lifetime was turning into a nightmare and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

Neil finished his breakfast and then started to build a basic shelter, as required, using bamboo and ropes and nails from the provisions that had been left for them on the island.

'Ropes, nails and bamboo ...' Neil was mulling over in his mind how such resources might indeed help them have fun with little Mollie in due course!

******

Neil sat on a rock in the middle of the surf cooling his feet in the very pleasant waters of the lagoon. Mollie had not moved all morning. Neil guessed it must be around midday as he was hungry. Pete had simply been around filming for some of the time and then away doing his job, Neil guessed, for the remainder of the morning. The basic shelter was completed and Neil was pleased with the results. He also knew that Pete was unlikely to require any more official film today which gave them full remit to accelerate the situation with the lovely Mollie.

Mollie meanwhile was miserable, hungry and dying for a pee!

"Neil," she spoke weakly, trying to play for his sympathy, "I need to go to the toilet."

"So?"

"So, please will you let me have my clothes back?"

Neil stood up and walked over to where Mollie lay. "Look Moll, maybe it's time we called a halt to this."

Mollie smiled filled with renewed hope. "Oh yes please," she said enthusiastically.

"Ok look, wait here for 2 minutes. I will get your bikini and then have Pete bring down your case. After which we can all have lunch, sound okay?"

Mollie nodded, and although she was still so very angry she found herself saying, "Thank you Neil."

A few minutes later Neil reappeared with Mollie's black bikini. "Here put this on and Pete will be down with your case in a minute."

Leaving her alone to restore her modesty Neil moved back to his sleeping area. He could hear Mollie moving around and knew just when she was leaving to head for their latrine area, which had been pre-dug and prepared for them by C4TV. Quickly he dashed into her space and picked up her sleeping bag by the time Mollie returned there was no sign of her case or her cast off white panties or her sleeping bag! Instead she was faced with Neil and Pete staring at her from their position on flat bedrock to the immediate side of Mollie's small pitch.

"Guys?"

"Hey Moll," Pete gave her a small wave.

"Where's my sleeping bag? And you said Pete would bring my case?"

"Changed our minds Moll, you're gonna have to work for them."

"Huh?"

"See that Bamboo pole over there?"

Mollie turned to look at a thick bamboo pole that had been driven into the thick wet sand. She nodded.

"Well that's your pole Moll, and we want you to dance around it and take off your bikini for us."

"What!" Mollie could not believe what she had heard.

"We want a fully naked pole dance."

"No fucking way, do you guys think I'm stupid?"

"No Moll," replied Neil, "far from it. In fact we know you're not and we also know therefore that you won't want your reputation damaging."

"What do you fuckers mean," Mollie was both livid and scared now, and her expletives became reflective of her desperation.

"Look at this Moll." Pete got out his camera and showed Mollie a piece of film that he had created from footage of Mollie taken over the past 2 days. He had clips from the waterfall, plus her stretching session this morning and also from when she kissed Neil in her half naked state. He had edited them together such that it looked almost like she was starring in a soft porn movie.

"Shit, no!" exclaimed Mollie. He was very clever that was for sure, but she remained less than impressed. She could not believe her situation had worsened to such an extent.

"Please guys don't make me do this." Mollie started to cry.

"Awww, look Moll, of course we won't make you dance for us. Instead you can just watch while we upload this movie onto the web eh?"

"No," Mollie replied quickly and in a panic.

"And I have access to your mobile phone and I have your mum's mobile number, and your friend and they would all love to see stills from my 'Mollie Collection' I am sure. Ha ha ha!"

"You wouldn't dare?" It was far more a question than a statement from Mollie. Pete just smiled.

"So dance for us then."

Mollie allowed Neil to wipe the tears from her eyes and cheeks before resignedly walking over to the bamboo pole which was to mark the spot of her humiliation.

She took hold of the pole with her left hand and looked at the boys.

"I'm hungry!" she said.

"So dance for us and if we're pleased we will feed you."

Mollie was quietly sobbing again as she shuffled around the pole. Neil eyed her scantily covered body, drinking in the bare flesh on view given the skimpy nature of her bikini. C4TV really did make sure that their girls looked the part. Mollie had thought that any exploitation she suffered would be to the masturbating viewing masses not her co-islanders. She now wondered what the immediate future held in store for her, as it was only Tuesday and therefore a whole 4 days before someone else joined them.

"Come on Moll, dance for us," Pete sounded a little impatient. As Mollie moved uncomfortably from one foot to another, and much to her internal shame, she could not deny that being controlled in this way was making her feel a little horny too. 

"She's fucking gorgeous," Pete commented, as they discussed Mollie as if she was a piece of meat.

"Please stop," Mollie whispered, "leave me alone." 

"Moll, sweet Moll, there is nothing that will keep me from enjoying your hot, young body," Neil's erection was growing all of the time. Mollie could see this and she paled at the thought of what it would probably mean for her, but despite this her nipples began to harden. 

"What do you want me to do?" Mollie asked accepting defeat.

"Come closer, I want to get a better look at you." Mollie, without any choice slowly walked towards Neil. 

"Was that bikini new for the show?" Neil asked. Mollie was a bit surprised by the question but still she nodded. "Take it off," he instructed in a quiet but firm voice. Mollie did not move. Neil registered his impatience.

"Pete, fuck this, she's useless. Just send the movies to the internet and the pictures to her family and friends and let's be done with her."

"Don't ... please," Mollie pleaded as her hands moved down to her hips and she began to reach under the thin straps of her bikini bottoms. As she began to slide the bikini pants down her body, and just before the neat trim of her pubic patch came into view, Neil ordered her to stop. Mollie was confused now as well as scared.

"Kiss me."

Mollie shook her head as new tears spilled down her cheeks.

"Do it bitch, or the movies go and you won't eat nor drink for days!"

Mollie reflected briefly on how she had let herself become dominated in this manner and she was at a loss to explain it. But she moved towards Neil.

"That's better. Now arms around my neck." She complied as he snaked his hands around her waist.

"Hmmmm, Mollie you really are lovely ..." His lips met hers and they meshed in a fusion of lust. Well, lust at least on the part of Neil. Mollie felt a little more duty bound. However, it was a real kiss and Neil took Mollie's right hand and placed it on his cock. She immediately recoiled. He peeled his mouth away from hers.

"Oh Mollie, Mollie, Mollie ..." he repeated in a patronizing manner, "You will be doing far more than feeling my cock soon. Mollie swallowed hard, now convinced that she was about to be raped.

"Pete, give us some music from the laptop," Neil said.

"What are you going to do?" Mollie asked, her voice betraying her fear. 

"It isn't what I'm going to do, it is what you are going to do that matters." Neil taunted her. 

"And what is that?" she asked, a bit more boldly. 

"You are going to do a strip tease for me." Neil smiled, and Pete added, "Oh yeah!"

"And of course, your efforts will keep us fully entertained - or Pete might just press the send button."

"Then what?" Mollie asked trying to find out what they had in store for her. 

"Oh I don't know yet, maybe we'll fuck you so much that you won't be able to walk straight." Neil laughed. Despite her predicament Mollie was a taken aback by Neil's base, lewd description. Mollie wasn't a virgin but she had only been laid once or twice and only by one boy, so Neil's threat filled her with an enormous amount of terror.

"Put your hands behind your head." Pete, spoke first for a change and instructed Mollie. The Asian student lifted her arms and interlocking her slender fingers, placed her hands on top of her head. Her small but firm breasts, still covered, but only just, by the skimpy black bikini, were lifted gently and stood out pert and prominent. 

"Now turn around." Neil said and the Mollie slowly turned her body for the boys. As Neil gazed at her lovely figure, he thought about all the ways I wanted to enjoy her beautiful body. Shipwrecked, survivor was turning out to be far better than he had dared to imagine. As the music changed and the beat became more danceable, Neil instructed Mollie.

"Dance!" He said and Mollie began to move to the music. She danced slowly at first only moving her hands. 

"Keep your hands behind your head." Neil barked and Mollie quickly pulled her hands back into their previous position as she continued to move to the music. Now her hips began to gyrate with the beat and the guys watched as her breasts swayed with the gyrations. She started to get into the beat and her movement became quite seductive as she made constant eye contact with first one member of her audience and then the other. Mollie's hips moved in wide circles as her smallish breasts bounced gently. 

"Now strip for us." Neil said and, with a final pleading look of her sad, brown eyes Mollie began to sway her arms to the beat of the music. Her hands came down and traced over her chest and then down to her flaring hips. As Mollie watched Neil, she smiled and then turned her body. She was stalling. Neil raised his eyebrows, warning her and Mollie got the message.

Quickly she moved her hands to her hips and stroked the skin just the waistband of her bikini bottoms, letting the tips of her fingers dip briefly under the black material. This was good and Neil clapped.

"Good girl," he laughed. Despite her much better judgement, Mollie felt strangely pleased that he was enjoying the show. The guys ogled her Asian tanned bare legs as she writhed for them and the tops of her thighs disappeared into the soft material of her bikini. As she danced, her golden thighs flashed open before the boys, giving a hint of the pleasure they could and would provide. As Mollie turned before them, Neil began to imagine how gorgeous her naked ass would be.




Shipwrecked, Survivor, Slave Ch. 04



The enslavement of Mollie Wan-Chu develops quickly when the boys wake and find her as they left her, spread-eagled on the sand ...

Chapter 4 -- The Island Day 3

Pete had slept well in his own little hut. He had a small bed and was comfortable with his fan to keep him cool. He had been awake since quite early and it was only 7am now. But Pete could wait no longer. His dreams had been full of weird visions of Mollie tied spread eagled on the beach, and he had woken with the biggest erection he had had in ages. He wanted to see how their captive had survived the night and so wearing only a pair of shorts and with his hard-on on pressing insistently against the material, he left his small room and headed to the beach.

He could see Mollie ahead just as they had left her the night before. She seemed motionless, but as Pete got nearer to her he could see that she was awake and shaking. As he approached her she turned her head to face him. He looked at her and was shocked. 

Mollie was indeed shaking, despite the heat of the sun which seemed to be roasting her poor body. She was covered in a thin sheen of perspiration and red marks where small bugs had clearly feasted on her flesh. Her limbs were stretched further than was comfortable and her breasts had been rendered so flat that they appeared almost non existent whilst her ribs had become visible as her stomach had taken on a concave shape. But she still looked gorgeous.

Her eyes were wide and terror filled. Pete wondered what Mollie had experienced during her night being staked out on the beach. What torment, what psychological terror? He saw that the bamboo gag had rubbed against her dry lips and dried blood had crusted at either corner of her mouth. She looked in bad shape Pete had to admit. Maybe they should take her into the shade.

Mollie made quiet guttural groans. Pete could not tell if she was trying to communicate with him or whether she was just lost inside her own world of pain.

"Morning Pete," Neil sounded cheerful.

"Morning mate," Pete replied. "She doesn't look well."

"Nonsense, she's fine, aren't you slut. I thought about fucking her to get the day off with a swing, but I want rid of that pubic hair first. We need to see her naked muff don't you think Pete?"

Neil obviously remained intent on evolving the enslavement of Mollie even more.

"So, go get your camera as I want to capture the moment that the lovely Mollie begs me to shave her pussy."

"What ... how will you do that?"

"Just get the camera pal, and then you'll see."

Moments later Pete had his lens trained on the spread eagled body of Mollie Wan-Chu.

"So ask me to shave your cunt Moll."

Mollie opened her eyes wide and stained her mouth against the bamboo gag, her sounds becoming ever more frantic.

"Oh right, you can't ask me anything can you. Silly me." He knelt down and untied the gag. As the bamboo came away Mollie retched. She was nearly sick, and if she had had more food inside her then she would have been.

"So ask me to shave you Moll."

"Water ... please ... give me," Mollie sounded delirious. 

"Soon slut, when you have asked me to shave you."

Pete could see what Neil intended now, or so he thought, but even he could not have guessed Neil's next move. Standing up the island's boy number one moved to fetch a bucket from behind a rock.

"Look what I've got here slut." He put the bucket down and carefully picked out two vicious looking crabs, one in each hand. The creatures were quite calm until he moved them near to one another and then the crabs turned nasty, trying all they could to snap their claws at the other. Mollie screamed.

"So how about I let them fight on that lovely stomach and tit flesh of yours Moll? Think you'd like that."

"No, please ... d ... d ... don't Master, please." Mollie had remembered how to address Neil and was trying now to please him and keep the crabs away from her skin.

Neil moved one of the crabs so that a claw touched Mollie's nipple. The poor captive girl screamed and released a stream of golden urine from between her pussy lips.

"No, ohhhh Mollie you dirty girl." Neil stood up and moved away while Mollie pissed herself colouring the sand between her thighs. Pete captured it all on film but Mollie could not stop. She needed to pee and her fear had triggered the reaction. After a short while the arc of urine slowed and then stopped as Mollie's bladder emptied. Neil shook his head and returned to her side.

"So, now for the crab fight, okay slut." The crabs touched Mollie's skin and she screamed as loud as she could, which was not very loud.

"You don't want this slut?"

"No, Master, please ... just give me water."

"Hmmm, water comes soon Moll, but if you want rid of the crabs then you need to beg me to shave your pussy."

"Please Master, please shave my ..."

"Go on slut say it."

"Please shave my pussy Master."

"Okay slut seeing as you asked so nicely I will, but first tell us both for the camera what a dirty slut you are for pissing yourself."

Mollie was beside herself now with a whole myriad of emotions, none of them positive.

"I ... I am a dirty ... s ... slut ..."

"Go on bitch."

"... for pissing myself ..."

"Ask me again to shave you." Mollie had fresh tears pouring down her face.

"So please ... M ... Master, please shave my ... pussy."

"There you go Pete, told you the slut would ask us nicely. Can you take these creatures back to the ocean and I'll get a razor. This is gonna make great TV bud!"

******

He wormed his forefinger below the hairs to trail it gently along the warm flesh of her slit, caressing the lips of her vagina and the moist fleshy groove that lay between. To his delight Neil heard Mollie moaning softly, and for a moment he imagined himself as her lover, preparing her willing body for a night of unbridled passion.

"Please Master, don't do this, leave me alone, I'm hurting enough!"

"Shut up slut, that's for me to decide." 

Mollie groaned.

Neil held the brand new hard bristled shaving brush in his right hand.

"Fuck Neil, go on shave her." Pete was clearly quite excited by the thought of what Neil was about to do.

"Don't make the fucking camera wobble Pete," Neil joked before he poured a bucket of ocean salt water onto her crotch in order to cleanse Mollie of the residual sand that was still scattered about her skin.

"Right bitch, here goes." Pete caught a delightful shot of the lovely Mollie as she screwed her eyes tight shut and held her breath. Then Neil commenced the task. He had not expected the brush and razor to cause Mollie so much discomfort, and her reaction surprised him. She squirmed on the sand, begging him with whispered pleading to stop what he was doing as he shaved away her pubic hair.

Mollie winced as her skin was nicked and a spot of blood appeared but Neil was good at this and careful and he worked his way down from her mound, onto her slit and then underneath to make sure the passage to her ass was hair free also.

Neil worked diligently leaving her vagina as smooth as satin, and Pete captured every erotic moment. Mollie's pink slit now seemed even more tender and vulnerable; the image so exciting to Neil that he felt a strong urge to fuck her there and then. But he wasn't yet satisfied with his work. Wanting to clear her of every last piece of stubble he again set about his task.

Mollie groaned anew but she dare hardly breathe, her chest was tight with fear and nerves. 

Pete continued to film as the brush pressed against Mollie's pussy, the bristles prodding her most sensitive flesh. Her delicate folds gave way before the unrelenting torment of the hard bristled brush and the fresh layer of white cream. It was stinging her now. A combination of this being her first time fully shaven, combined with the brush, razor and salt water caused a painful sensation like she had never before experienced in that region of her body. It seemed to spread from her groin to every vein and sinew of her helpless and now writhing form. 

From her very dry throat there rose a strangled cry that continued until Neil eventually removed the brush from her bare mound and pussy folds. Only then did Mollie's screams and wails become sobs and whimpers. The poor girl's entire body shook uncontrollably as her senses reacted with horror to the burning pain in her intimate parts and the thought of what had been done to her.

Neil stood back and once again poured fresh salt water between Mollie's legs. She reacted as if someone had punched her in the stomach. The sensation took her breath away and she opened her mouth as if to cry out but could not.

"Fuck Neil, great job man. She looks so fucking smooth and so delicious."

Mollie heard how they were talking about her but she had almost stopped caring, so trapped did she feel. But there was something else, a feeling, a damp, moist feeling between her thighs. Oh fuck no, thought Mollie, don't let them see that they've made me wet!

But it was too late!

"Fuck Pete, look at this." Neil ran his finger down the entire length of poor Mollie's damp pussy lips. "She's soaking. Does slut like being treated this way?"

Mollie shook her head frantically, but inside she could not deny her reaction to being dominated by the boys.

"Let's fuck her," said Pete in a very matter-of-fact way.

"Please ... Master ... let me have some water."

"Let who have some water," Neil replied emphasizing the word 'who'.

"Please, let your slut have some water Master."

"Would you mind fetching me a glass of water for our fucktoy Pete? I'm gonna play with her some more."

As Pete made his way for the water Neil continued to stroke Mollie's pussy. She pulled at the ropes holding her widespread limbs. She was largely numb but she could feel his fingers as they set about making her even more wet.

"Does slut like this?"

By way of reply Mollie groaned and arched her body upwards as far as the ropes would allow. He opened her up and slipped two fingers into the poor Asian girl whilst continuing to stroke her clitoris with his thumb. Mollie fought his actions with every ounce of her will power but could not stop her body from reacting just the way the boys wanted it to.

"Fuck Neil, she's hot look at her man, writhing all over. Let's fuck her."

"Listen Pete we will only fuck her when she asks us to. No rape, only consensual."

"What? How will that ever happen?"

"Give me the water Pete."

Without stopping his ministrations Neil took the Water. He looked down at Mollie and saw how dry her mouth was.

"Do you want this?"

Mollie responded as if someone had offered her a million pounds. She nodded vigorously and then bucked as a third finger entered her body. Neil could sense how much she was nearing a climax. He tipped the cup and poured a drop of water onto Mollie's cheek.

The poor girl's eyes opened wide in horror as the cool wet water ran away from her mouth. Mollie's tongue darted out frantically trying to reach the drips but Neil was toying with her. Again the water was poured away from her mouth. He could see the myriad of emotions in Mollie's face. She was now breathing deeply and quickly as her orgasm got nearer but with tears in her eyes as she so desperately tried to taste the refreshing water.

"Want the water slut?"

Mollie nodded, "Y ... yes please Master."

He continued to finger fuck her.

"Want to cum slut?"

Again Mollie nodded, "Y ... yes, p ... please Master."

"Ok slut can have both if she begs to be fucked."

"Nice one pal," said Pete laughing.

Mollie shook her head.

"Suit yourself." Neil slowed his fingers down but did not stop, and once again dripped more water onto Mollie's face.

"Please, please, please!" Mollie was begging now.

"Slut needs to ask me to fuck her."

"Master, please fuck me, please."

"Sorry, slut, who is me?"

"Oh, Master please fuck your slut."

"That's better. So slut wants her Masters to fuck her does she?"

"Yes, Master. Water please ... ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" The orgasm was almost upon Mollie. Neil removed his fingers from the pliant folds of Mollie's pussy and showed Pete how wet they were. Then he propped her head up in his arms and fed her the cup of water.

Mollie gulped it down coughing and spluttering.

"Look at this body Pete, it's made for fucking!" Even though degraded to the level she has been Mollie was still shocked at the crude, wanton way in which Neil talked about her to Pete.

"No, don't do this please," the spread-eagled girl pleaded quietly. 

But as she said this Mollie watched Neil stand and push his shorts down to the sand before kicking them off. She stared wide eyed at his cock, hard and ready for her. Mollie closed her eyes as she felt him kneel once more between her thighs. Shipwrecked, survivor contestant Mollie Wan-Chu realised that she was about to be raped. 

"No, don't......." she whispered once again, but to no avail as his cock was positioned at her wet slit, already soaking due to the finger fucking Neil had given to her. His entrance into her was smooth and easy. He taunted Mollie as he edged inside her.

"Are you ready for me Mollie, because I'm ready for you."

He slid the first inch of his penis into her pussy. Mollie bucked, arching her back. Pete watched in silence.

"Ohhhhhhhh!" she groaned, both from the invasion of her body and the pain of the sand rubbing against her skin. Despite the ministrations of his fingers Mollie was rapidly becoming dry beyond the opening of her lips and so Neil decided that he needed to help her. Moving his fingers downwards he began to rub her moistening Mollie once more.

"Ohhhhhh, please!" she begged not quite knowing what she was begging for. Did she want him to stop or was she now simply craving release? 

Mollie bit her lip as she became unwittingly aroused. Despite her agony she began to writhe under him. 

"Go on slut make me hot!" he mocked. As her juices began to flow he pushed himself in further, then further until she moaned as he impaled her fully.

"Hmmmm, at least slut has been used before Pete." Pete was too spellbound to reply. Mollie turned her head away from looking at Neil as he began to fuck her properly. 

In, out, faster, slower he fucked her. His fingers still worked her clitoris and she groaned anew. He rode her harder and she cried out. Suddenly, the pent up desire, that the enslavement of his co-islander had created, was released. Neil's back arched and he slammed his cock into her. Mollie screamed as his hands twisted her breasts and his sperm filled her. 

Spurt after spurt flowed deep into the bound Asian girl until Neil had fully emptied himself and collapsed on top of her. Mollie lay sobbing as he slowly stood up and allowed his limp cock to withdraw from her leaving a thick arc of semen connecting them. 

She glanced up to see Neil pulling up his shorts. She could feel his juices running freely from her ravaged pussy.

"Thanks Mollie," he mocked, "Come on Pete, your turn." Mollie watched helpless as Pete removed his shorts, took his place between her spread legs and revealed his large, thick cock to her. 

Kneeling down he reached up and undid her right wrist.

"What are you doing bro'?" asked Neil.

"I want to watch her play with herself." Pete released her wrist and took hold of her right hand. Placing it under his he moved it to her pussy. Under the guidance of his own fingers he began to encourage Mollie to stroke herself. So reluctant was she that, at first, he was forcing the actions, through which frantic stimulation was being given to her ever stiffening clitoris. 

But after a short while Mollie was overtaken by the strong feeling of need in her stomach and she became entranced by the motion and took the lead, introducing a finger into her own pussy folds. Pete continued to frig with her until Mollie accompanied the first finger with a second and became lost in her growing desire and ecstasy. His cock stood at the now very wet entrance to her slit. Inch by inch he slipped inside her. She gasped as she took his entire length. 

With her eyes screwed tight shut, the feel of him inside her caused Mollie to concentrate on her own pussy and she rubbed it furiously. She began to squirm under him, as she became even more turned on. 

"Mmmmmmm, ohhhhhhh no, no, no please," she moaned and moistened her dry lips with her tongue. He was ready to cum almost immediately but steadied his thrusts until he felt Mollie too was ready. Pete could sense her thigh muscles starting to flex and knew she was ready so he let go flooding her with his sperm. 

"Ohhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkk I'm cumming!!" Mollie yelled, as her release came and she had a desperate orgasm, the like of which, despite her pain and suffering, she had never experienced before. Shaking her head from side to side she groaned with desire gyrating and writhing under him, oblivious to the pain her body still felt.

Both Mollie and Pete collapsed following their intense experience. Gently he pulled out of her leaving Mollie still bound on the sand, exhausted and almost unconscious.

Neil glanced down at the sand between their captive's legs.

"The slut's full of us pal, you can you see cum oozing out of her." Neil laughed; Pete smiled and went to check on the camera which he had left rolling throughout their gang rape of the poor bound Mollie.

"Let's untie her and throw her in the water, she's filthy and needs to be cleaned.

******

"Minutes later Mollie writhed in agony, curled up on the sand as the blood began to flow through her body properly once more. Her ankles and wrists were burned from the rope.

"You'll have to make sure that you don't show the slut's rope burn marks on the film you send back Pete."

"Yeah I know, don't worry I can sort that."

"Fuck Pete I'm getting hard again man watching her roll about like that. Wanna fuck her some more?"

"No, bud we should get her sleeping bag and let her rest properly."

"Yeah Pete and we will, all in good time. But first I'm gonna fill her again."

Mollie heard him state his intention and tried to drag her ravaged body away in a pathetic attempt to escape him, but her evasive action was to no avail.

"Please don't hurt me," she said seriously as she looked into the uncaring eyes of her co-islander. 

"Get on all fours," he demanded using his foot to push her around the sand.

The Asian student hesitated, but then placed her hands on the wet sand. Her thick, black mane fell to the sides of her lovely face and her pert breasts dangled enticingly from her chest. Her position was serving to continue Mollie's humiliation, nude and on her hands and knees. How had she ended up like this?

Pete watched in gaping wonder as Mollie, upon Neil's command, began to slowly crawl towards the rock upon which the island boy was now seated. He could see their sperm running down her thighs and a jolt of erotic sensation swept into his groin and through to his rock hard erection. He wanted to look away, but he couldn't. His eyes were fixed on the pink nipples that pointed downward to the floor from Mollie's tits as she made her way on her hands and knees towards Neil. 

Despite having already been raped twice, Mollie felt vulnerable once again giving in to his demand to crawl towards him. Her intense, slanting brown eyes met Neil's and she felt a wave of shame come over her combined with a tingle of desire which rose like a phoenix from the pit of her stomach. Was she really such a slut, she wondered? The glazed look in his eyes left no doubt that he considered her a plaything and nothing more. 

She continued crawling towards him until she was within a few feet and he told her to stop. 

Neil rose from the rock and approached the island girl who was becoming more enslaved by the minute. She flinched for no specific reason as he approached and she lost sight of him as he moved behind her. She had never, ever felt so degraded before. She was clearly frightened, but she had to admit to herself that the anxiety had a sexual edge to it. What was he going to do? 




Shipwrecked, Survivor, Slave Ch. 04



She felt him straddle her and lean over to reach for the small but firm breasts that dangled beneath Mollie's body. His strong hands took the mounds and kneaded them - the warm, soft flesh spilled between his widespread fingers as he did so. Mollie hung her head, but felt her body begin to betray her. How could she respond to this vile young man, she wondered? But whether she desired it or not, her body quickly began to heat up to Neil's ministrations. 

He cupped her soft breasts and massaged them for what seemed an eternity to Mollie. Instinctively, the young woman wanted to plead with the man to stop, but she knew it would be fruitless to do so. Instead she tried to bear the intimate caresses without showing any sign of pleasure. She glanced up to see Pete with his camera in one hand and his hardening cock in the other. Would this never end? Was she to be continually raped by one boy after the other?

Mollie was completely still for a long time but finally she could take it no longer. Instantly, her head fell into a hanging position and she began to breathe heavily through the parted ripe lips of her mouth. As Neil worked her erect nipples, tugging, rubbing, kneading and massaging them, Mollie still did not move a muscle except her head which she shook occasionally, trying to escape the electric sensations shooting through her young body. 

When he finally released the sensitive flesh, Mollie involuntarily released a sigh.

"Ohhhhh," she moaned. Her sensitive, brown hued nipples now hung heavily towards the floor as she remained on her hands and knees. 

Neil moved further down her Mollie's lithe young body. His hand rested on her shapely, soft ass, albeit only briefly, before he slid it down to her bottom and between her ass cheeks. Mollie's aroused body now responded of its own free will. She knew that he was going to seek out her vaginal opening and, for some inexplicable reason Mollie arched her back to make the slit more accessible to the horrible boy. Was she doing it just so she could get it over with quickly? That's certainly what her mind told her but she wasn't so sure.

Neil stretched two fingers together and slid them between the wet again lips of Mollie's pussy. There was no resistance as he encountered her completely soaked folds of skin. As his hand finger-fucked his co-islander, his other hand alternated between rubbing her ass and her luscious thighs. He smiled as he realized that Mollie was beginning to push her arched ass back towards his invading fingers in an almost unconscious sign of surrender. When he realized that, he withdrew all but his fingertips from the girl's soaked pussy and watched as the shapely buttocks moved slowly backwards to re-insert his long fingers into her pussy.

"My slut is so fucking horny, and such a whore!"

No one had ever spoken to Mollie like that before. 

Neil finger-fucked the young Asian student with really no thought of bringing her to orgasm. It was clear that he was doing it only for his own gratification. His two fingers did not even come close to being the size of a normal cock and Mollie was being driven insane as he probed and explored the smooth, wet walls of her tight vagina. Mollie arched her naked buttocks and squeezed the invading fingers with her pussy muscles but nothing seemed to offer her the ultimate relief. 

As she remained on her hands and knees being thoroughly examined by Neil, she began to wonder how much longer she could take the probing. Her tight, young thighs were now spread open and there was no resistance being offered to his touch. Neil's rough fingers, crudely fingering her pussy, felt absurdly delicious to Mollie. If only he would bring her to orgasm! She didn't know how much longer she could be held at this peak without cumming. It seemed like it was forever!

Instead, to Mollie's disappointment, Neil completely withdrew his fingers from her slit. He left Mollie breathless with her breasts heaving from the deep fingering she had received. Neil walked around the young Asian and stood towering above her. His hands went to his shorts and as he braced himself with one hand on the top of her head he removed the khaki coloured pants. 

Mollie watched as once again Neil's cock stood proud and erect and almost in her face. She was still breathing deeply and experiencing a heightened sense of arousal. Neil looked at the ripe, red lips of the beautiful girl before him. Her deep brown eyes were clearly anxious about what was to happen, but her beauty was not marred by her fear. He lowered his gaze and looked at Mollie down on the sand before him. 

"Open your mouth," he said simply. 

Mollie wanted to scream, but knew better than to do that given her position, the fact that she no access to food nor water and that they had so much dirty film of her now. She looked at the slender, but hard cock and whispered simply,

"Please Master, no!"

"Slut will never say no to her Masters, now open that mouth slut!"

Mollie felt a new tear spring from her eyes and then she opened her mouth, as he directed, revealing her pearly and straight white teeth. 

Neil moved to put his cock between her lovely, red lips. He sighed, as his penis met the warm moisture of her mouth and tongue. 

Mollie was disgusted by the thought of having a cock in her mouth. It seemed to smell a bit and her little, straight nose wrinkled when she breathed. But, she knew that she needed to give Neil what he desired and even though she was still on her hands and knees, she bobbed her head back and forth along his shaft, tonguing the fleshy round head as she sucked. Mollie was distraught at the thought of what she was doing, and on film too, and she found herself hoping that his enjoyment of her mouth would be short. 

She was not prepared for what happened next, though, as Neil began to shake and stiffen and his cock began to spew hot, sour-milky liquid into her mouth. Mollie was surprised and revolted by Neil's quick ejaculation. Trying not to swallow his cum, she allowed Neil's spasms to continue into her mouth, but she held her mouth open so that his juices dripped down her chin and onto the sand beneath her. 

Mollie looked up at Neil as he jerked and climaxed into her warm mouth. Mollie gagged but tried so hard to maintain her position as his eyes rolled back into his head and he seemed to be about to lose his balance as he spurted the last of his sticky seed between her lips. Pete was masturbating wildly, but had still had the presence of mind to set the camera on a nearby rock to film the action.

"Well done slut that was good."

Neil stepped back and fell onto his rock-seat, his cock still streaming cum, though now only in drips. After only a few seconds, he looked again at Mollie and smiled at the sight of his lovely Asian slut with cum dripping from her chin onto her breasts.

"Come here slut," he motioned that she should crawl between his legs. 

Mollie had expected his penis to be completely flaccid, and yet he was still semi-erect. It was still extremely red from the sucking that she had given it.

"Clean it," he said.

Mollie was so repulsed that she was almost sick.

"Please Neil no."

"Pete, send the fucking films, I've had enough of this worthless bitch, and it's Master when you talk to me!"

"No, okay, okay I'll do it ... Master."

Mollie rose to her knees and moved the few feet that stood between them. She was now committed to sucking his used cock clean no matter how unsavory it would be, just to avoid Neil's threats. 

Mollie took the his semi-erect cock in her soft hands and without further thought opened her mouth and took the tool once more between her lips. She felt Neil's hands touch her bare shoulders as her head again bobbed towards his groin, sucking and licking the final drops of sperm from his shaft.

Then he was done and he pushed her away.

"Come on Pete let's throw this bitch in the sea, she needs to clean her filthy body for us."

"No please Master," Mollie had remembered how Neil wanted her to address him, "your slut will go of her own free will. She also wants to be clean."

Mollie stood for the first time since she had been tied spread-eagled all those hours ago and she was very unsteady. But gradually her natural balance returned and she wobbled into the ocean while Pete and Neil disappeared to leave her to it.

It was good for her to have some freedom from them. She was exhausted and needed to sleep. Mollie so hoped that they would let her. The water was quite warm as the early sun had turned into a midday heat and maybe even slightly beyond and it felt good to wash away everything from the past hours since she had been bound -- fuck, they had spread her so wide that her thigh muscles still ached. Then they had shaved her and raped her and she had been forced to blow Neil.

These thoughts should have repulsed her, and in many ways they did. But she was still feeling a little horny from Neil's fingers just a short while ago and Mollie was ashamed to admit that the whole submissive thing was turning her on. Of course she abhorred the rape of her body -- but did she really? The orgasm with Pete had undoubtedly been the best she had ever experienced. Fuck, this was so confusing.

"Come out now slut." Neil and Pete, with his camera, stood at the water's edge.

"Use this to get dried." Neil handed her a big fluffy towel, which felt so good. "And put these on." She was also given a pair of bikini bottoms, the briefest pair she had, almost thong like but not quite. They were white with a small red dot pattern. At least she was to be allowed some clothing.

"We need to let her sleep Neil."

"Go on slut go sleep. When slut wakes later she will come to me and offer herself as my slave, understand."

Mollie was so grateful to be allowed some proper rest that she looked down at the sand and said simply, "Yes Master, thank you Master."

******

By the time Mollie woke it was starting to get dark. She had slept for hours and knew that her body clock would now be totally confused again. It took a few minutes for Mollie to focus in on where she was and what had been done to her but when she did the young student was disturbingly surprised to find that she was wet underneath her bikini pants. What was happening to her?

Mollie still ached but felt better for what had clearly been many hours of sleep. Then she remembered what Neil had commanded of her. She got of her sleeping bag and stretched off her young, lithe and now ravaged body. Then she set off in the direction of the sounds she could hear and the fire she could see.

Mollie only wore her bikini bottoms but she felt comfortable in that state, as if baring her breasts to these guys was fine and the normal thing to do. Again, it was so confusing. She could see that Pete and Neil had built a fire and were roasting some food over it. Suddenly Mollie felt so hungry.

"Master your slave is here."

Neil looked up and saw his Asian beauty standing demurely before him. But he wanted more than 'demure'.

"Hands on head slut." Mollie obeyed.

"Good girl. Now sit and eat with us."

Pete was filming, as always.

She sat as instructed. "Okay slut take your hands down and eat."

Mollie was almost happy as she sat down and started to tuck into some rice and roasted vegetables, and there was as much water as she could possibly drink. While they were eating Neil gave Mollie some bamboo sticks and a pile of large, thick leaves.

"Here slave, cover these sticks with the leaves and then tie them with the rope, we have some building to do."

Mollie looked round and saw that the boys, or maybe just Neil, had built several more small structures and the island was looking more inhabited than it had done earlier that day, when she was being ... abused by Neil. They were obviously now building something else and she could already see a partial frame structure laying on the sand by the fire.

For an hour or so they sat, and while they ate, Neil and Mollie continued to create bamboo sticks covered with soft leaves. Mollie couldn't see what they would be used for but was sure that Neil had it in hand.

"Okay slut, give me your sticks."

Mollie watched as Neil created a frame based upon a rough drawing that he had made.

"Did slut sleep well?"

"Erm, yes Master she did." Mollie replied and could not believe how naturally she slipped into slave speak.

"Okay good, because tonight slut will again be tied for our pleasure."

Fuck, had she been building her own instrument of torture?

"Oh no please Master, no don't tie me again. Please, it's so scary there are all sorts of noises and creatures and ..."

"Shut up fucktoy. Sluts do as they are told. Come here."

Mollie stood and approached Neil.

"Give me your bikini."

Mollie hooked her fingers into the bikini bottoms and slipped then off. She handed them to Neil and stood before him naked, her pussy bare and shaved, looking sexier than she ever had before. Her tanned body was highlighted by the flames of the fire as they licked around the cooler night air. Mollie shivered as fear began to eat away at her again.

"Master, please don't hurt your slut again. As your slave she will be pleased to sleep with you in your sleeping bag and service your desires but do not leave her tied on the beach again, please."

"Hmmm slut begs so deliciously but she will do as I say and that's the end of it."

Mollie was now becoming more subservient by the second. She knew that she was totally under the power of Neil and Pete; they had reams of footage of her now and they also controlled access to her clothes, her food and her drink. But none the less Mollie could not escape the fact that she felt turned on by her situation.

"Sit here slave. Watch and wait."

The naked Mollie sat as ordered and watched while the bamboo frame was roped and nailed to four wooden posts which had been earlier sawed into shape by the boys and then secured into the sand at the water's edge, which was about four feet away from the fire. She could tell what was going to happen.

"Come here slut."

Mollie obeyed and walked over to Neil. Pete filmed every delicious move of her nude body. The bamboo sticks which had been covered were very thick, about 2 inches in diameter and so once the frame had been placed upon the wooden posts, making it parallel to the beach, the whole structure was quite sturdy, especially for someone of Mollie's delicate frame.

Mollie looked down and could see that the ocean tide was till coming in. It was clear that by the time Neil left, the frame would effectively be in the water and the fire would be consumed. This fact scared Mollie even more to know that she would be tied on a frame which was in the ocean, even though the water at that point would not be very deep. And it would be so cold Mollie was scared that if they did leave her in this manner she might even perish!

The frame itself was not designed for comfort and was clearly going to take some time to secure Mollie in the way that Neil wanted. Essentially the structure was a rectangle which catered for once again fastening Mollie's wrists and ankles via a rope tie to each corner. There were two more covered bamboo rods across the middle to stop Mollie's body from hanging down through middle of the frame. The hard, almost impossible bit was that the top of the frame was designed to stretch across Mollie's shoulders and upper back leaving her neck and head unsupported to hang free from the top of the frame. The poor girl-islander had not yet realised this.

"Sit in the middle of the frame slut," ordered Neil. Mollie tried one last pleading look to no avail. Once she was on the frame and in a sitting position, Neil took Mollie's ankles and fastened them to the corner. Mollie looked scared but could do nothing to stop them. She was then pushed backwards so that she fell onto the frame and her arms were taken out wide and tied in a manner similar to her wrists. It was then that the full horror of her position struck home.

"Noooooo, you can't leave me like this!"

Mollie screamed loudly as her head fell backwards over the top edge of the bamboo frame. Her neck immediately began to ache so how several hours in this position would make her feel was unimaginable. But they hadn't finished.

"Bring me the 'O' gag Pete."

Neil was handed a small shaped object with a ribbon tied off from either side. It was made from a circle of intertwined small twigs wrapped copiously with soft leaves. Under protest Mollie's mouth was opened and the gag positioned behind her teeth before being secured via the ribbons behind her head. The poor girl groaned and mewed, but try as she might Mollie could not break the gag by closing her mouth together. The small frame was almost solid.

"Go on then Pete, you first."

Pete handed the camera to Neil before flipping his erection out of his shorts. He positioned his groin at Mollie's head. The bound islander shook wildly but she was able to go nowhere. Pete started to masturbate. Mollie screwed her eyes shut. It took the horny guy next to no time at all before his shaft was shining and slick and he was ready to cum. Taking her head in one hand Pete positioned Mollie's mouth slightly to the side and in such a way that his cock pulsed once then twice before shooting jet after jet through the twig and leaf 'O' gag and deep into her throat. 

"Fuck yeahhhhhhh!"

Mollie gagged and spluttered as he milked himself into her mouth.

"Shit bud that was so good."

Neil laughed before taking his own position. He had already started masturbating at the sight of what Pete was doing to Mollie, and now he too was almost ready to cum. He looked down and saw Mollie's, now open, pleading brown eyes and the rivulets of Pete's sperms caught on the 'O' gag and running down her face. She was trying to shake her head and stop cum from running up her nose. Then Pete groaned.

"Oh you fucking slut," he moaned at Mollie as his shaft twitched once then twice and he emptied his seed into her mouth, through the gag and down her throat. Unfortunately for poor Mollie the position of her head meant that globules of cum stayed around her mouth and stuck to her gums. The experience was horrible enough without this aspect too. He squeezed the last drop into the mouth of the bound Asian who started back at him through watery, glazed eyes.

"Woah man, look at her full of cum Pete. It's dripping down her face bud, she looks great."

Mollie's head shook slowly. The sperm tasted sweet and sour at the same time but mostly salty. It was not awful but her position made the experience almost unbearable.

She wanted to cry out 'Please, please let me go,' but she could make only unintelligible moans.

"So Pete let's get her ready for the night eh?"

Mollie's eyes opened wide -- what else were they going to do to her? Wasn't the position she was in enough for them?

Neil had briefly disappeared but returned quickly with a blanket. He opened it up and showed Mollie what they had done. The poor girl was nearly sick. Inside the blanket he had stitched the most vicious looking thorn branches Mollie had ever seen. Each branch was covered in pin sharp needles, some as long as 2 inches. Mollie struggled wildly, but, as always, to no avail.

"Here Pete take this."

The boys moved to either side of the bound Mollie and then opened the blanket out over her before lowering it down over her body.

"We don't want slut getting cold now, do we." Neil laughed sadistically.

Mollie screamed into the gag as she felt the thorns prick at her skin, and they pricked everywhere. She felt them on her breasts, she felt them scratching at her stomach, her thighs, her legs and her groin. Mollie could even feel thorns pricking away at the folds of her pussy. Fuck it was agony. Neil had thought this one through and so any intended discomfort he had in mind for his slave was being realized ten fold!




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"Let's fasten it down Pete."

"Ngggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!" yelled Mollie, which under the gag was her screaming 'Noooooooooooooooooo'. The boys had secured rope to either edge of the blanket and now proceeded to tie it to the bamboo frame. Of course this would ensure that Mollie's covering did not blow off during the night but it also pressed the thorns into her flesh even more painfully.

"Hmmmm, there we go."

Mollie turned to look at Neil and with her wide brown terror filled eyes she pleaded and begged. Right now she would have done anything to get them to remove her from this position, but she was their slave, their slut ... their fucktoy, and so it was their choice as to where she slept. Mollie hated that thought but as the gradual moistening of her pussy, despite her predicament, reminded her, she did not hate it quite as much as she ought to.

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Shipwrecked, Survivor, Slave Ch. 05



The breeze from the ocean was surprisingly strong and Mollie could feel it pulling the blanket, and the sharp thorns, across her naked body. She had no idea how long it was since the boys had left her like this but her whole body ached, spread-eagled as it was, and her head hung loose and limp over the top edge of the bamboo frame. She could not sleep but was slipping in and out of her conscious state. It scared her, and she could feel water and things splashing up at the naked underside of her body. Shadows played tricks with her mind and Mollie was so, so scared. She really thought that Neil had taken things too far now and that she would die during this very long, very painful night.

Her head was flooded with all sorts of images. Her mum, her sister, Veronica and the small furry bear that she had given to her then quickly the images took a more sinister turn and Mollie re-lived the invasion of her body from earlier and saw visions of herself being raped again and being forcibly humiliated. Her head moved feebly as best it could from side to side, trying to shake these pictures away. But it was no use.

Her mouth had seized up. The strong 'Neil-made 'O' gag', held her lips and teeth wide apart. It made breathing difficult and swallowing almost impossible. Such was Mollie's condition. Then she imagined a long thick cock at her mouth and she grunted her concern.

"Nhhgggghh," she groaned weakly. But the cock remained. This time the image was real – a full blown hallucination. Then she heard a voice.

"Mollie, oh fuck I'm gonna cum!" It was Pete and he was masturbating into her 'O' gag. Mollie squealed when she realised that he was real only to find her throat gagged with Pete's seed as he pumped jet after jet of salty, thick sperm into Mollie's mouth. 

"Oh fuck, you hot Asian bitch, yeahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Pete milked every last drop of juice into Mollie's mouth. The poor girl had no fight left in her now at all and her head hung slack off the edge of the bamboo frame. She stared up at Pete with wide, empty eyes as cum dribbled out of the corners of her mouth.

Pete looked down at their captive. He suddenly became sacred when he saw how shallow Mollie's breathing was and the slackness of her jaw.

"Fuck Mollie what have we done."

He started to untie her. First he carefully removed the blanket making Mollie groan as the thorns extricated themselves painfully from her skin.

"Shhhh, we can't wake Neil, he would be furious if he knew what I was doing."

Mollie just stared at Pete, her eyes now showing a little more vitality.

Pete undid Mollie's wrists and ankles next, leavings all of the ties in place. Then he scooped her up into his arms and took her almost lifeless form back to his hut.

******

"Th ... thank you Pete," Mollie stammered through a stiff jaw once the 'O' gag had been removed, "I was really losing it out there."

"Yeah well I saw that. I only came down to you because I couldn't get you out of my mind and had a permanent hard on so needed relief."

Mollie looked away as he spoke these words.

"Why are you doing this Pete?"

"For fuck's sake Mollie, look at yourself. Your one of the hottest girls we've had on this island and right now we're doing it because we can. Don't mistake this kindness for weakness; cos I'll have to have you back out there on the frame fully gagged and covered with the blanket again before Neil wakes up. And if you say anything about what I've done I'll make your life even more miserable, understand?"

Mollie nodded. She was grateful for the relief Neil's actions had afforded her to even think about betraying him.

"Come here," Mollie moved to Neil and stood before him allowing him to bathe the scratches from the thorns in antiseptic. She winced as he wiped the marks, and there were lots of them.

"I'me gonna have to make sure that these aren't visible on the footage I send back on Saturday."

"Pete I really appreciate this."

"Okay, it's okay."

Mollie paused and then spoke again. "Pete what are you and Neil going to do to me?"

"Shut up Mollie, don't ask me that. Me and Neil's got some ideas but you won't get to know 'til such time as we decide, ok."

Mollie could sense Pete getting angry now and she decided not pursue this line of questioning choosing instead to remain silent while Pete finished tending to her marked skin.

"So little slut," I reckon that I need to have you back on the frame by around 5am. It's 1:30am now so we have time to play then I will let you get some sleep, okay." It wasn't really a question and so Mollie just nodded, her hopes sinking fast. She had hoped, almost against hope, that Pete would just leave her alone, but he had only rescued her so that he could have her to himself for a while.

"Please don't hurt me..." Mollie weakly ventured. 



"Shhh little Mollie," Pete spoke in patronizing tones 



Pete reached out to pull Mollie closer to him. He remained seated whilst she stood. He parted her legs with his large hands. His warm, thick fingers began to poke inside her pussy, no ceremony, no mercy. If Mollie hadn't already figured it out, she now knew for sure that she was about to be raped again. She tried to snap her legs shut only to have them pried apart again by Pete's ruthless hands.

"Stop fighting me bitch," Pete snarled again, while further mauling her crotch and jabbing his fingers in both her pussy and her ass. Mollie froze when she felt him reach for her bottom, and then bucked as nhe explored the little rose hole of her anus. Pete then pushed his finger inside and poor Mollie bucked hard against the invasion of her ass. Not that her efforts did any good.

"No! Please!" she screamed. "Not there, please!"

Mollie was an ass virgin, in fact she had told Neil that when he had asked her round the fire last night. She hated the thought of anal sex, but that wouldn't matter to Pete, he was lost in his world of fantasy, which unfortunately also included Mollie. She yelled, loudly.

"Shut it slut, or you'll wake Neil!"

Her scream was met with a hard smack on her left ass cheek, then another on the right, then back and forth like a good old-fashioned spanking until the two cheeks were scorched and stinging, and she was squirming to get away. 

"Don't you get it, bitch?" Pete said when he finally stopped. "Keep your mouth shut!"

"Maybe I should gag you," Pete said reaching for a roll of duct tape. 

"No please, I will try to be quiet, only I have nev ... ohhhhhhh!" 

Pete's finger pushed deeper.

At least she could breathe properly, unlike out on the frame. One huge gulp of air drew in the smells of pine and sweat and bacon grease from Pete's hut. A breath of fresh air followed. Rushing in from somewhere the draft of cold air made Mollie's skin chill and everything about her shiver.

She was not gagged but thick tape was slapped over her mouth and the sticky adhesive instantly fused to her face. Mollie had already swallowed all of the residual cum that had pooled in her mouth as soon as Pete had picked her up. Now she felt like the taste would be trapped inside her for ever.

Still naked, Mollie was positioned on the basic wooden dusty floor of Pete's hut and readied for the inevitable rape of her body. It must only be a short while since Pete had cum into her mouth when she was on the frame, but he was very hard and very ready for her once again. Bizarrely, Mollie found herself wondering if he had taken tablets, like maybe Viagra to help him recover so quickly! With her shoulders shoved into the hard dirty wood and her cheek resting on the gritty surface, Pete's pair of huge hands lifted her ass, tucked her knees beneath me and, spreading them wide, exposed her rear from her asshole to her pussy below. A wild, stabbing pain attacked Mollie in the gut and then moved downward.

Any minute she expected the rape to begin, and she prayed that he'd be swift. But for a long while she watched him circle her, his trainers scraping against the wood floor. Poor Mollie could only imagine the expression on his face as he eyed her naked body.

"So, slut, are you ready for me?" Mollie realised that Pete referred to her as 'you' not only slut or slave or fucktoy. He was not as bound up in the formalities of her enslavement as Neil seemed to be – not that he was any less dangerous at this moment in time.

I've given you some relief from the frame but this ain't about me being nice. You're gonna thank me properly now, got it?"

Mollie started to cry.

"Well, have you?"

The poor captive girl nodded and then blubbered feeling a huge sob come over her, which she could hardly hold back. 

But suddenly the hard slap of leather striking her ass knocked Mollie into another universe entirely. Thinking about her life and the consequences of what was happening to her became impossible in the face of all that pain. 

Her skin burned, and a fiery heat tore through her ass infecting every part of her body. When the beating paused, a rough hand gripped her cheeks and squeezed hard, until Pete's steely fist let go and the leather came down again. 

Another respite from the beating brought the same kind of rough ass and pussy massage until Mollie's sexual juices were practically running unwittingly down her thighs. Then again, the hand stopped its mauling and her ass was once more blistered by the strap. Mollie wondered if Pete would just go back and forth like this until she came. Maybe he was proving a point with the massage and the stinging leather; maybe he was just playing out his natural urges. But soon enough, her scorched skin could barely take another smack and she grunted in protest under her breath and muffled by the tape, while her body quivered and squirmed with each new strike.

Then he changed the nature of his attention. The shock of cold lube dribbling down between her ass cheeks made Mollie clench up in fright one more time. The lube was followed by a pair of fingers smearing the sticky stuff over the puckering hole of her tender and sensitive anus. She knew what was coming next, and as his cock prodded the tight place, barely inching the head into the unyielding hole, Mollie tried to prepare herself.

However, there was nothing that could prepare her for the first hard thrust of his erection into her virgin asshole. It happened much too fast. Screaming pain shot through her and she wrenched away, grunting and groaning in shame and agony until his cock finally eased off enough for her to breathe again.

"Don't make this hard for me slut!"

Mollie could have laughed at the irony if she hadn't been in so much pain.

"Do you want me to strap your ass again stupid cunt?" Pete's terse voice warned.

Stupid, yes she was being stupid. Mollie heeded his warning and took a long, deep breath, trying to settle.

The second thrust inside her ass went in much easier than the first; by then, Mollie was loose enough to suffer the fucking, even though every jabbing plunge was agony. At least Pete was swift. Just seconds, maybe a minute, of rhythmic thrusting was all it took to have him grunting his pleasure into the steamy night of the small hut, and deep into her bowels. The brusque way he pushed Mollie away when he was done, she could almost see his scowl of contempt as he stared down at her curled up body seeping sperm onto his dusty floor. He leaned down, took her limp arm, and ripped away the duct tape from her mouth in one agonizing motion. Then Pete led her to his bed.

"Now you'd better get some sleep," he said, "You've got a long day tomorrow."

******

"Hey Mollie, wake up." Pete gently pushed Mollie's shoulder. As he stared down at her beautiful nakedness covered only by a flimsy sheet he couldn't help but feel moved. Despite the fact that he had used her for his own pleasure just a short while ago he genuinely believed that what he and Neil were doing to her was very, very wrong. It was not what she had signed up for and they needed to stop. Mollie was a lovely girl both inside and out.

He would talk to Neil, he decided, but he would have to be careful about how he approached the boy islander as Pete suspected that Neil could be very volatile. So, for now, Pete would need to return Mollie to the bamboo rack and then figure out a plan. Maybe as a concession to his feelings he wouldn't tie the thorn blanket quite so tightly over her already scratched flesh.

"Come on Mollie, we gotta get you back."

"Mmmm, what, where ..." Mollie turned over and looked up at Pete through sleepy, sexy eyes. Then she remembered.

"No, please don't, please."

"I have to Mollie,"

"No, look we can work something out; I can be yours, just for you if you just tell Neil ..."

"Mollie, listen I will help you, I like you ..." he smiled, and despite what he had previously done to her, she smiled back, "... but I have to keep an element of surprise if I'm going to save you from Neil. So I have to take you back and make it appear as though nothing happened. Okay?"

Mollie looked at Pete even more intensely and nodded.

"But you will help me won't you, please? It's awful, you know, what you have been doing to me, unthinkable really. So please help me Pete." Mollie reached up and touched his cheek and as she did so the sheet slipped away to reveal her naked right breast which Pete couldn't help but ogle.

"I will Mollie, just give me time to think."

******

Neil watched from his sleeping bag as the shadowy forms of Pete and Mollie walked past him on the dark beach. He smiled to himself and was grateful that he had seen this and so could plan his next move. It was obvious that Pete had freed Mollie and probably enjoyed her for himself for a while, and had now come to some sort of understanding with her. They must be intent on deceiving him somehow otherwise why would Pete have bothered to return Mollie to the bamboo rack if not to make Neil think all was still as they had left it the night before.

Neil smiled to himself as he watched Pete's shadow refasten Mollie to the rack. He heard her cry out again and Pete attempt to shush her. Incredibly he thought he saw Pete kiss her lightly – was his co-dominant falling for Mollie, if so then Neil could have a bigger problem than he thought.

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Once back on the rack the bound Mollie began to hallucinate again. The position of her body and the mental games being played out in her mind were driving her to distraction. It was still dark and she could hear the ocean waves and feel the breeze on her body, especially the naked underside. She was so grateful to Pete, even though he had used her for himself, and she hoped that he would come up with a plan for making her situation better. With Pete barely gone Mollie sensed a new shadow by her side.

"So bitch, you're playing little games with Pete are you?"

"Huh, no ... what ... we weren't doing anything, he just wanted me for himself, I hated it in fact being back on here is better than what he did to me Neil ... Master, honest!"

"Well now I can see that's not quite true because if he was really keen on making you suffer he would have fastened this much tighter."

Neil took the blanket of thorns and pulled it tight again over the front of Mollie's naked body."

"Oh fuckkkkkkkkk!" she yelled. Fortunately the sounds of the ocean and the breezes drowned out the sounds of Mollie's suffering and so Neil knew that Pete would hear nothing.

"Ok slut, you need to be punished more."

"No please what ..."

But Neil had left her and made his way back to the beach. He soon returned. Mollie held her breath as she felt something heavy placed on top of the blanket over her stomach pushing the thorns into her skin. Then a second object and a third and fourth. 

"Oh please take them off Master, ouuuuuuuuchhhhhhhhh, fuck!!"

Neil was placing large, very large, pebbles onto the blanket covering Mollie's body and he knew just what the effect would be. Mollie screamed deliciously into the wind and the ocean.

"Mmmm that's better," Neil commented as he looked down into his captive's agony filled face. He could see her better now and knew that it would soon be light and he would need then to be a step ahead of Pete. He hoped Pete's night time exertions with the lovely Mollie would leave him sleeping late and so he took the chance to have a little more fun with the bound girl racked before him.

Moving to the blanket he shifted the pebbles he had placed on her thighs and over her mound and added them to the weight on her upper body. Free of that burden, the blanket could be pulled up and away from Mollie's body. Neil smiled as he saw how the thorns were being pulled free from her skins leaving scratched and blood droplets behind. Mollie just groaned.

Neil now had her spread thighs and exposed pussy available for his pleasure.

"Please, no." Mollie begged quietly and simply.

"Your Master is now going to fuck you." Neil answered simply. 

Straining her unsupported neck to see what he was doing, Mollie stared in further agonized disbelief as she felt his fingers move between her thighs and then slowly draw the lips of flesh apart. She shook her head. 

"Nnooo ... nghh..." 

"Doesn't this little islander want to make her Master happy?" 

"Nnhh ... pleeeeease no." 

Mollie shook her head as one fingertip moved slowly across the soft slit of her pussy, then his whole hand was opening her, calmly invading her body, peeling the folds away to expose her for the fingers of his other hand. 

"Nnngh... nhh... uhh..." 

Several digits together were worming their way into her, forcing her wide, then stroking. Mollie to her shame felt herself nearing orgasm. 

"Wow slut you are very wet. Enjoying this too much aren't you!"

Mollie grunted as his fingers withdrew from her pussy. 

Neil reached down and scooped up handfuls of sea water before pouring it over her thorn-scratched thighs and mound. The salt stung poor Mollie and she screamed anew.

Then his fingers went to work again. Mollie felt one hand under her ass, stroking over the rose of her anus, and the other focused on making her pliant and open. Mollie grunted as the invading finger was screwed around the opening to her sphincter until it softened and yielded. When a fingertip slid a little way inside her bottom Mollie bucked and writhed as far as her bondage would allow.

"You like that slut, perhaps I should give you something a little more substantial to enjoy?"

Neil left her alone for a moment or two before quickly returning to his position. 

"Ever tried one of these, slut?" he asked. 

Mollie lifted her head, morbidly intrigued to see what he had brought. She saw him wielding a cucumber, long and hard, a wicked grin on his face as he stroked the vegetable along the length of her now very moist pussy. Mollie groaned and Neil became even more erect. How he loved having the lovely Mollie as his plaything.

He began to use the cucumber to open her slit up and Mollie gazed up at him, eyes wide with alarm and she shook her head begging Neil not to.

"Mollie, Mollie," he taunted, "just lie still and enjoy the feeling." 

"Uhhh..." 

"Hush slut, just enjoy it." 

"Nnnhh!" 

"A little more lubrication I think. Let's try again." 

Mollie felt Neil's fingers rubbing her clitoris, as his other hand moved away from her ass. 

"Nnhh..." 

He pushed the cucumber forward into her pussy again ... penetrating, invading and filling.

"Let it all in, there's a good girl." 

"Nnhh!" 

Mollie so wanted to close her legs but the rope ties held her spread as she felt the hard, cold vegetable being pushed inside her body, her pussy being forced wider to accommodate it's thickening shape. 

"Uhh ... fuckkkkkkk" It was now embedded fully 8 inches inside her. Mollie bucked, the sensation almost making her choke. 

"There, how does that feel Mollie?" 

Mollie painfully angled her aching neck once more to see Neil looking down at her, a cruel smile on his face. 




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By the time Pete had climbed the short, but uphill, distance to his hut Neil had disappeared back inside. Pete stood cautiously poised to open the wooden door. He was concerned as to what he might find. He could hear nothing, but then on top of this small hill the ocean and the breeze drowned out a lot of the noise. He twisted the handle and pushed. The room opened up in front of him. The scene grabbed him by the throat and he gasped.

Neil was sitting on a chair at the desk in front of the computer. Mollie was ... well Mollie was ... beautiful. Perversely that was the first thought that Pete had, despite the position Mollie was in. As his mind began to focus he saw Mollie more clearly. She was kneeling on the wooden floor with her arms stretched high above her head. Her wrists were tied tightly with rope connected to the thick roof rafters and her body was stretched in the most delicious manner. Each erect nipple sported a clothes peg, viciously closed around the hard teat. She looked forlorn making muffled sounds under her heavily taped mouth.

Before Pete could speak Neil sprung up and stood behind the kneeling Mollie. Reaching down he pinched her nose tight shut. Suddenly Mollie could not breathe. Her head shook but Neil held her tightly.

"Neil what the fuck are you doing, let her go."

"You pussy Pete, you've spoiled our little game with your night time trysts, you and our little captive here. So now it's just me against both of you and I will stop her breathing for as long as I like you stupid bastard."

Pete was dumbstruck. He considered rushing Neil to take him out, but Neil was athletic and powerful and on his guard. Pete could not be sure that would work. He saw Mollie's struggles getting less frantic and noticed how her eyes began to roll upwards.

"Please stop Neil, please."

"Hmmmm, okay Pete ..." he released Mollie's nose and she sniffed in large gulps of air desperately.

"So what will you do to stop me doing that to Mollie again?"

"Neil please, just leave her ..."

"What will you do Pete?"

"Anything Neil, just don't hurt her anymore."

"Ok Pete, get naked."

"What!!"

"You heard me," and with that Neil pinched Mollie's nose again.

"Okay, okay." 

Neil retained his grip on Mollie's nasal passage as Pete pulled his T shirt up and over his head and wound his shorts down. After kicking off his flip flops he stood naked. Embarrassingly for Pete his cock was somewhat aroused and not flaccid by any means.

"Tut tut, you see Moll, he pretends to want to save you but look at him getting hard. So stud, make yourself properly hard for your little Mollie."

"Come on please Neil," Pete begged.

"Do it!" Once again Mollie was beginning to suffer and Pete had no idea just how far the boy islander would go.

"Okay, okay."

As Pete's hand circled his cock and gripped, Neil released Mollie's nose making her sniff in air frantically once more.

Pete moved his foreskin back and forth in front of his audience whilst Neil took pictures for posterity! Despite the hardening of his cock Pete tried to remain passive but his natural emotions forced him to emit a soft moan has the movements of his shaft became slicker.

"Okay stop." Pete did as he was asked leaving his pulsing organ thrusting, erect and hard.

"Ok buddy, you see that rope hanging over the rafters ..."

Pete looked up and saw another rope the same as the one holding Mollie, except this one already had 2 loops in the end with large pre-tied suturing style knots.

"Put your wrists into the loops Pete," Neil said pinching Mollie's nose for a third time. Pete, traumatized by his own situation and compounded by what Neil was doing to Mollie, did as he was ordered. Neil then pulled on the end of the rope which secured the sutured knots around Pete's wrists and at the same time stretched his arms high above his head.

Letting go of Mollie's nose, Neil left the hapless girl desperately seeking air, whilst her took the loose end of Pete's rope and pulled it hard. Pete was forced to stand on his tip toes and shuffle nearer to Mollie until he stood only inches away from the kneeling student, his cock protruding uncomfortable near to Mollie's face. Neil then tied the end of the rope around Mollie's neck -- ingenious!

"Fuck Neil, don't do that please!"

Neil laughed, "You're just gonna have to keep as still as you can Pete aren't you, unless you want to strangle your darling Mollie, ha ha ha!"

Mollie grunted in agony as the rope closed around her slim neck and Pete teetered on his tip toes trying in desperation to minimize his movement. Neil had trapped them both good and proper and he was taking pictures and video to add to his collection of incriminating evidence.

"So this is nice isn't it guys?" Neil stated with mock sincerity. Mollie's eyes darted left and right, up and down ... anywhere to avoid the burgeoning erection that was only inches away from her tape covered mouth.

"You see if Pete moves his hands then this happens," Pete pulled on the rope end fastened around Mollie's neck and Mollie began to rise up off her knees. The rope was not fastened tightly, so not really designed to strangle her, but it was too close a fit to slip off over her head and so it did, very effectively, pull her upwards in an uncomfortable manner. Hollie moaned and Neil let the rope go.

"Consider yourself truly collared Mollie," Neil mocked.

"Okay, guys time for some fun." Neil laughed to himself and took more photos. He returned to the computer and connected the camera.

"What are you doing Neil?" Pete questioned. Neil turned the keyboard and screen to face the bound male.

"Protecting myself," Neil smiled. "You can see that all of this video and photo stuff is now on this memory stick," he held the stick up to show them, " and the best bits I have sent onto my personal email address and so I have copies for use should either of you piss me off. Clever eh?"

Pete knew that he and Mollie were highly compromised.

"But what will you do when the end of week 1 comes around and I have to send footage back to the mainland? We only have one more day before then y'know."

"I haven't thought that far yet buddy, but I'll think of something."

"Please, Neil, don't do this!"

Neil got up from his seat and moved to Pete. He stared him in the eye creating a threatening tension and then he moved his fist quickly and smacked Pete across the jaw. Pete reeled backwards pulling on the rope and dragging poor Mollie upwards by her rope collar.

Pete groaned as a trickle of blood slipped from his mouth and Mollie cried out, the sound muffled against the tape binding her mouth. Neil laughed. Both his captives were now standing and had moved further apart.

"Stay like this my slaves," Neil ordered. He moved to Pete first.

"Ever been wanked off Pete ... by a guy?"

"No, no please no." Neil's hand moved to Pete's erection and made as if to touch it, stopping just millimeters short. Pete jerked his body further back and once more pulled on Mollie's neck rope. Neil laughed loudly and turned to Mollie.

"Did you like that show my little Asian slut?"

Mollie looked impassively through him. He slapped her.

"Well, did you cunt!" he shouted now.

Mollie nodded.

"Look Pete how hard these little buttons are."

Pete reached out to Mollie's naked, erect nipples and twisted each one pulling on the clothes-peg until Mollie screwed her eyes shut and made muffled protests for him to stop. New tears sprung from her eyes as he pulled the pegs away from her body extending her nipples to an unnatural length, before ripping them off her small breasts.

"How I wish I could pierce these for you Moll, you could wear my rings then!"

He kicked her thighs apart and cupped her shaven mound. Mollie took a sharp intake of breath as her stroked her slit.

"You will need shaving again soon slut, but for now let's feel you getting wet."

He began to stroke her, slipping his finger inside her moistening entrance. Mollie's natural reactions tried to force her legs closed, but Neil's incessant finger kept rubbing her. Mollie so wanted to fight him but after a short time she began moving her hips, and then her thighs parted giving him better access to her pussy. Neil took advantage of her movements and really attacked her clit, causing Mollie to moan and move her lower body even more frantically. The Asian captive was now bucking hard and clearly ready to climax when Neil pulled his hand away. Mollie gasped under the tape binding her mouth, her hips still moving in a fucking motion searching for the missing finger.

"Look at her Pete, what a slut! And look at you!"

Neil looked down at Pete's hard on which was now pulsing even more erect. Neil moved to Pete and once more reached down towards his cock. Pete recoiled again shaking his head. Neil held his fingers up to Pete's face.

"Look at the lovely Mollie's juices Pete, don't you want these coating your dick eh?"

Pete shook his head again, "not if you're doing the coating."

"Shut it Pete." Again Neil punched him, this time knocking him off his feet. Pete fell over and pulled the rope holding his wrists which of course then wrenched Mollie's neck pulling her to the very tips of her toes.

"Oh, I like that position. " Neil looked at Pete sprawled on the ground and Mollie with her body stretched to its maximum length. Pete's nose now also trickled blood.

"Please Neil stop this, stop it now. You're mad!"

Mollie writhed trying to control the rope as it became tighter the more her body moved upwards.

"Okay Pete," Neil spoke ignoring Pete's comments, "I want you to ask me nicely to wank you off."

"Eh, no chance!"

Neil laughed and moved to pick up a length of springy but hard bamboo.

"Okay the slut gets 5 lashes of this, and then I will ask you again Pete."

Pete was aghast as Mollie shook her head frantically.

"And she gets them across her front."

Mollie mewed her protest and shook her head splaying her long black hair about wildly.

"Neil stop, please stop."

"Shut it Pete. She gets 5 strokes then you get another chance to save her."

Neil took a position facing Mollie. He looked into her eyes, which were squeezed tightly closed, and took aim. The bamboo rod flashed quickly through the air and the hard stroke lashed full across her belly.

Neil was using as much force as he could manage; loving the feeling of brutal power it gave him to whip his squealing slut without reserve. The next stroke was slightly lower, catching the top of Mollie's mound. Neil thought she was going to pee herself as her muscles contracted in an attempted defence to the stroke, but the bound girl did not.

Mollie could not understand why her stomach and abdomen were not torn open and bleeding. The pain seemed so great, and Neil slashed the bamboo rod over her breasts, marking her flesh and her nipple, seemingly lost in a sort of sexual frenzy. Even though she was not cut, the front of Mollie's body was becoming discoloured with angry looking stripes of glowing red. She was screaming under the gag, terrified half out of her mind, convinced that Neil was going to beat her to death in one continuous orgy of lust.

Then he stopped and turned once more to the prostrate Pete.

"Well?"

"Okay, okay Neil please will you wank me off, just leave Mollie alone," Pete made to get up in an attempt to relieve Mollie of the neck rope. Neil allowed him to do this but then said,

"Ask me again buddy, I want it on camera." Pete was mortified, but despite his predicament, his cock was still harder than he could ever remember it being before so when he looked into Neil's camera and once again asked Neil to give him a hand job, it looked convincing.

"Okay Pete let's get you turned on then!" Neil laughed. Pete watched as Neil brought a small wooden table, which was just the right height, and made Pete flip his erection so that it was laying flat against the surface of the table.

"Good looking cock Pete," Neil commented letting his fingers walk around the hardened length of Pete's flesh. The bound guy's breathing was becoming deeper as he anticipated what he was about to experience. However, he was not expecting what happened next.

Neil once more took up the bamboo cane he had just whipped Mollie with and began to stroke it along Pete's cock. Pete recoiled in horror.

"Fuck me, mate, no you can't ..."

But Neil did, and so with a hefty flick of his wrist he brought the bamboo rod swishing down across the width of Pete's cock.

"Ohhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk!" Pete yelled as a red line now spanned his erection. Neil turned to look at Mollie, and her eyes were wide open in disbelief.

"Again, Pete?"

"No, no please," Pete's body was shaking. But once more Neil lashed the bamboo down onto his bound co-islander's erection.

"Look Mollie, he's getting harder." And it was true that despite the pain Pete was becoming more stimulated.

"Okay let's try something else."

Neil reached out and grabbed a large white candle that Pete kept in his hut. The bound male captive watched as the candle wick was lit and held over his hard on. He watched the wax drip onto him as if in slow motion until the hot wax scorched his foreskin, then he groaned. Drop after drop of hot, scolding wax fell onto Pete's cock and each time it did his climax felt that much nearer.

"Fuck Neil please stop, I'm gonna ..."

"I know you are pal, but hold on there don't spurt just yet."

Neil took a small piece of white material from his pocket and opened it out to reveal a brief pair of Mollie's cotton panties. He moved to Pete and, with the panties in his right hand he used them to handle Pete's cock. As soon as the material touched him Pete thrust his hips forward.

"Shit man, you really are close aren't you?"

Pete remained silent and, looking away from Neil and Mollie, he tried to think of something entirely non sexual. But the panties were wound round his penis now and Pete felt strong fingers moving his foreskin back and forth. He groaned as Neil made sure that the entire cock was covered in material and then he masturbated Pete harder.

"Ohhhh shittttttttt!!!"

Pete came in one long embarrassing, humiliating climax. His wax covered, beaten cock released jet after thick jet of sperm into Mollie's panties as he thrust his entire bound body forward.

"Oh yeah man, go on let it all go," Neil laughed. Pete's body came to rest and Neil carefully removed the cum filled panties leaving the weakening erection to drip its final release onto the table top.

Pete hung limp in his bonds and unwittingly pulled on the rope around Mollie's neck. She squealed and Pete altered his position for her.

"Oh how touching kids, a lovely gesture Pete."

He turned to face Mollie and, having gathered Pete's sperm into a pool inside the panties, he held them to Mollie's face. She tried to back away but there was nowhere for her to go. Neil reached out and in one motion he ripped the tape off Mollie's mouth. She cried out with the pain but then quickly started to cough and splutter as she gulped in air.

"Ready for more slut?"

"N ... n ... no, p ... p...lease, leave me, leave us alone ..."

She coughed some more. Neil paraded the considerable pool of cum to Mollie. It was so close to her face that she could smell its odor. Neil reached out for a ring of tape similar to that which previously covered Mollie's mouth.

"Okay then slut, open wide." He pinched her nose between the finger and thumb of one hand and at the opportune moment he pushed the panties, cum pool first, into Mollie's gaping mouth.

She spluttered even more, but now, having forced the panties all the way into her mouth until the material completely disappeared he held her mouth closed while he taped it back up again. Mollie's eyes were wide and frantic as her main air source was once again taken away from her, this time even more effectively. Mollie gagged as she tasted Pete's sperm and felt it run in thick streams down her throat to pool in her stomach.

"Wow Moll, that was so hot!" Again he turned to Pete.

"Look at you Mr. limp dick." Pete's cock was indeed softening, having left behind a residue of sperm drops on the table top. Neil took the bamboo rod and without warning thrashed it down across Mollie's breasts. She looked like she was about to vomit into the gag as she tried to curl her body up into itself.

"You bastard Neil, why?"

"To show you Pete what I will do again and again if you don't get on your knees now and lick up that pool of cum you've left on the table top."

Pete looked disbelievingly. Neil smiled and raised his eyebrows.

"Go on then," he said simply whilst swishing the bamboo rod through the air.

With a feeling of intense nausea rising from the pit of his stomach Pete got to his knees. Pulling the rope with him of course stretched poor Mollie upwards and it was the thought of her suffering that forced Pete to carry on with his task. Kneeling as ordered Pete looked down at the drips of cum splattered on the table top among the wax residue. Neil swished the bamboo rod through the air reminding Pete of what Mollie would feel if the sperm was not cleaned up.

Tentatively Pete moved his face towards the wooden surface and began to lick at the juices. He took the sperm onto his tongue and into his mouth. He wanted to puke but forced himself onwards, licking at the cum again and again. Mollie watched wide eyed as Pete obviously swallowed the slimy substance leaving drips hanging around his mouth.

"Good boy, Pete, fancy licking mine up as well?" Pete looked horrified at Neil.

"Only joking, man."

The table top was cleaned as Neil had requested, and so he turned his attentions back to Mollie.

"Mmmm, time to fuck you up a little more slut." Mollie struggled and begged but her pleas were muffled under the tape and the panties in her mouth.

"So I found these Moll," Neil produced several lengths of chain and a number of small shiny new padlocks. Moving to Mollie he shifted the rope out of the way and proceeded to wind a length of thick chain around her neck, tightly but not dangerously so. Once he had created her chain collar he took a padlock and clicked it into place fastening the chain around Mollie's neck and leaving a dangling length to act as a leash. The small click was one of the most deafening sounds that Mollie had ever heard. The padlock and chain made her feel more owned than she had ever done, unwittingly her nipples hardened and her labia became just a little slicker.

"There now slut, a true slave if ever there was one. More chains though I think." 

Mollie shook her head, but to no avail as Neil wound more chain tightly over and around her breasts. Mollie mewed her discomfort as this chain was bound very tightly. 3 padlocks this time secured her bondge.

"Please man, leave her alone," Pete still pleaded on Mollie's behalf.

"Mmmm, okay Pete you got it." Pete looked relieved, until Neil continued.

"You know though, on second thoughts I think I'll fuck her instead."

Mollie, despite the weight of the chains on her body wriggled frantically until the rub of the rope on her neck forced her to stop.

"No Neil, don't can't you see, she's had enough ..."

"Shut the fuck up cum swallower," Neil mocked Pete. He moved the table from in front of the bound boy and over towards Mollie. Neil made Mollie stand up but told Pete to remain on his knees. Then Neil pushed the poor bound Asian captive face down onto and over the table top. With Pete still on his knees the rope pulled against her neck and she screamed from underneath the gag. The chain collar clattered across the wooden surface and the chains around her breasts pressed flat beneath her, her ass was high in the air. Mollie tried to protest but could only make gurgling sounds around the gag in her mouth. 




Shipwrecked, Survivor, Slave Ch. 06



Neil slapped Mollie's leg once, sharply, forcing her to lift it so he could gain more ready access, before doing the same with her other leg.

"Mmmm lovely little pussy my slut," Neil ogled the split flesh between her thighs.

"Look at me Moll," Pete wanted to give the girl something to hang onto and Mollie stared back at him making eye contact and revealing her torment and pain more than ever to Pete.

The bound female islander felt Neil's hand between her legs, touching her. She realized how incredibly wet she had become again. His fingers opened her lips, exploring her, penetrating her. She moaned under the gag as his fingers slid freely into her, in and out, violating her yet again. She was intensely aware of everything... the hard wooden table pressing the chains against her breasts, his fingers stretching her and the intense desire to help her etched into Pete's face.

She heard Neil pulling down his shorts, the rustle of material falling to the dusty floor, and then she felt the engorged head of his cock pressed against her. She felt it sliding up and down her wet slit, rubbing her swollen lips, rubbing over her clit. She moaned again, wanting to scream, to tell him to stop.

"I'm gonna so fuck you Mollie, oh yeah, so fucking hard slut!"

Mollie felt him press the head of his cock against her, then into her. She felt his shaft entering, filling. He pushed in, and then slid out, then in again. With each thrust his cock moved deeper. Mollie was being fucked, Neil's cock moving like a piston, in and out of her wet cunt. The Asian student was moaning continuously, and banging her head against the wooden table as Neil's thrusts threw her around like a rag doll.

"Hang on Moll, hang on please," Pete said trying to give her something to focus on.

Neil pounded into Mollie, without a word, faster and faster. She felt his cock swelling, throbbing, starting to jerk, and then she felt the hot wetness of his cum spurting into her and she arched upwards as much as she could and joined him in an intense climax.

"Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk Moll, oh fuckkkkkkkkk!"

Mollie's sounds of ecstasy were drowned out under the tape gag and into the panties.

The bastard had cum inside her again! Mollie felt tears welling in her eyes, tears of helplessness. 

He spoke to her, as casually as if he were talking about the weather. "You're tighter than anyone I've ever had before; even after all we have done to you."

Pete felt Neil's use of the word 'we' like a knife through his heart reminding him of how involved he had been in the violation of Mollie.

Mollie felt Neil pull his cock from her, felt his warm semen dribbling down her leg. He pulled her to her feet, and then pushed her down onto her knees, jerking her neck against the rope once more. The chain leash hung down the middle of her body stopping just short of touching the ground.

Neil reached down and ripped away her gag, tearing at her lips, before pulling the sodden panties out of her mouth. Mollie coughed and spluttered gagging as if she was about to vomit. Neil gripped her hair and turned her face towards his groin, not roughly... more like he was guiding her. She felt his cock, soft and sticky, brush across her torn lips.

"Clean me," he said.

He held her head in place until she took him into her mouth. 

Mollie began to suck on him tasting her juices mixed with his cum. As she sucked, he gave her words of encouragement, telling her how sexy she was, how beautiful she looked. She felt his cock growing harder as she sucked him.

"Clean it all," he said, "lick the base and my balls too."

With her hands still bound above her head, Mollie found it difficult to reach all of the wet, sticky places on his cock. She felt it brushing against her face, leaving a wet trail. She found herself strangely aroused as he got harder. Her world narrowed as she focused entirely on the taste and feel of his cock, and the sticky wetness running free between her own legs.

Then she was pulled free. He seemed to be satisfied with the job she had done.

"Okay slut good, well done. You both need a rest now before I decide what to do with you next."

Pete had been looking away as Mollie sucked Neil clean. But now he stared intently at their captor.

"I'm gonna hurt you for this you bastard," he spat at Neil.

"Well loser, you're gonna have to ..."

Pete did a double take. First Neil was there then he was not.

"Fuck Moll, now's our chance!"

Mollie turned and stared, with Pete, at the prostrate body of Neil laying unconscious on the floor. He had slipped on something and banged his head on the table corner. Pete could see that he was still breathing but Neil was out cold for sure.

How long did they have before he came round?

******

Thank you for reading chapter 6. I have had great feedback so far so please keep it coming. The story has reach a junction and could now take several directions. What would you like to read about?



Shipwrecked, Survivor, Slave Ch. 07



Chapter 7 – The worm gets the chance to turn

"Mollie he's out cold." Pete's mind was clicking into gear but Mollie just stared disbelievingly.

"Come on Moll, help me get free and I will tie him up."

Mollie looked back at Pete, her head cocked to one side as if she was still trying to take in what had just happened.

"Look if I stand up and walk towards you the rope gets slacker and you can just about touch my wrists with your fingers."

"How do I know you won't just do to me what he's been doing?" Mollie, not surprisingly, didn't quite trust Pete fully.

"Fuck it Moll, just help me please. Haven't I shown how I feel about you?"

Pete maneuvered himself so he was crouched on his haunches. Mollie took up a similar position so that their bodies pretty much met as planned. She started to tug at the ropes with her fingers.

"Shit Pete every time I pull on them they seem to get tighter!"

"Keep trying."

Mollie stuck at her task and sure enough after a few minute the ropes binding Pete's wrists began to loosen.

"That's it Moll, just a little more."

Then he was free. For a few seconds Pete rubbed his chafed wrists then, leaving Mollie where she was for the time being, he slipped the rope away from her neck and set about tying the unconscious Neil.

******

Mollie reached out towards the grassy bank, and, fighting against the pull of the water she pushed herself upwards.

"Argghhh, fuck," Mollie uttered as she clambered onto the grass leaving a wet trail under and behind her. She flopped down enjoying the feel of the sun and stared out at the mass of blue lagoon ahead of her. Scenes like this showed the other face of the island to her. The nice face that distracted her mind from the hell she had endured so far. It had only been a few days since the female islander had last been here but so much had happened to her.

She now knew about things that had never even crossed her mind when she first arrived. Bondage, rape, lustful desire and being so terrified that she thought she would die. But now she was free to enjoy the island once again. It was Thursday and tomorrow was the day when Pete was supposed to submit film back to the mainland and another islander arrived. Mollie smiled to herself as she thought of how they would manage and what they would do from here on. What a mess!

But that was not to be thought of right now. Mollie rested back down onto the grass and let the sun start to dry off her naked body, scratched and marked but now feeling soothed once more.

******

"Hi Pete," Mollie said cheerfully. Pete looked up from his camera and stared at the lovely Asian girl. She had dressed in a baggy red T shirt and white bikini and she looked radiant with fresh clean hair and a smiling face.

"Hey Moll, you feeling okay."

"Never better." She turned and looked at Neil. She eyed his naked body with his hands tied above his head to a large, thick protruding tree branch. His waist was secured, tied tight with rope, to the main trunk of the same tree. He couldn't move much at all and he looked dazed still.

Mollie moved to him and reached out towards his head. She gripped his hair and smiled as he yelped. His head came up to face her as she pulled hard.

"What shall we do with you huh Neil? Remember all the things you did to me eh, and to Pete? I hope so because I sure do!"

With that she reached for his erection.

"I would never have dared do this when I arrived but you have taught me so much Neil."

With that she began to stroke his cock which, despite his state, sprung immediately into life.

"Ohhh, p ... please Moll, not again."

"Oh Neil, I'm gonna make you so want to cum before I've finished that you will beg me."

Mollie had already brought the bound Neil to the edge of orgasm several times and as her hand began to move back and forth she proceeded to do so again.

"Ohhh fuck Mollie," Neil groaned as his cock bulged under her touch.

"Wanna cum Neil?"

"Y ... yes please,"

"Really?"

"Fuck yes!"

"Ask me nicely then."

"Please Mollie, please let me cum."

"What's my name?"

"Mistress Mollie, please Mistress Mollie please let me ... oh fuck no!"

Mollie let his erection drop.

"Not yet my lovely!" she mocked.

She moved to Pete and pulled him to his feet. Winding her arms around his neck she kissed him hard. She pulled away from his saliva covered lips and looked him in the eyes.

"Thank you babe, for all you did for me. Let's put on a horny show for our guest shall we?"

"Yeah Moll, let's."

There was already a sexual tension between them and they kissed again.

"Mollie your lips are so gorgeous, just right to kiss."

Mollie smiled.

Pete toyed with her lower lip and then kissed her deeply. Neil tried to look away but he could not and the sexual atmosphere that Mollie and Neil were creating simply added to the burgeoning nature of his erection.

Mollie broke free again and pushed away from Pete. Slowly she began to strip for him. First her T shirt was pulled over her head and then, without much delay her bikini top followed. Pete ogled her small but very attractive breasts and hard nipples as Mollie slipped her fingers into her pants and wound them down her legs. She had freshly shaven her own mound, liking the feeling, and now Pete stared at her naked beauty taking everything in as if he might never see it again. His gaze went all the way down to her feet and then back up again until it reached her cunt, and his focus settled there.

"Your cunt is beautiful Mollie, so ... perfect, like a work of art."

Mollie smiled again, as Pete moved behind her and lifted up the hair on the back of her neck ... she moaned as he traced his finger lightly all the way down her spine. As he reached her hips he moved his hand to her front and sought out her cunt. He pushed Mollie's legs wider apart, found her opening and spread her lips before pushing his finger inside. As he did this Pete moaned.

"I want to ... kiss you Moll, you know, really kiss you." Pete whispered into Mollie's ear.

Neil's gaze was transfixed on the scene.

Mollie allowed Pete to push her down onto a towel on the sand and he moved his face to her cunt, giving her gentle licks and releasing the very sensitive feelings Mollie's cunt revealed. Her juices flowed freely and Pete couldn't get enough of his lover. He reached his hands upwards and their fingers interlocked either side of her hips. Mollie could feel Pete's hair on her thighs brushing as he stayed down on her. She was in heaven.

Mollie moaned as Pete now attacked her clit and her hips bucked to meet his mouth licking out her cunt.

"Oh fuck Pete I can't hold it any longer," Mollie moaned loudly and hearing herself whimper tipped her over the edge and she came so hard, so very, very hard.

Pete looked up at Mollie and smiled.

"Spread your legs Mollie." Mollie obeyed and Pete just stared, mesmerized by her pussy, her cunt her sensitive juice covered lips.

He moved up her body and kissed her deeply before laying at her side. Mollie played with his chest hair. Neil still stared at the scene but the two lovers had momentarily forgotten all about him. Mollie ran her hands up and down from his sternum to his belly button before kissing him again, hard on the mouth. He moved to push her downwards towards his stiff cock.

Mollie backed off a little. "No Pete, that's all for now, no more."

He just stared at her like an angry caveman and pushed her head back down. They fought and tussled a little but they both know that she would let him win and that she would be going down on him this time.

Mollie licked the top of his cock and he moaned as she placed her mouth over the top.

"Fuck Moll take me inside please, fuck yeah that's it, shit you can take so much of me ... ohhhhhh"

She started to move up and down taking him as deep as she could.

"Fuck Moll, you're amazing!"

Pete reached down and pulled at her long dark hair.

"Stop, oh fuck stop now ..." Mollie did as she was asked, but as she made her way back up his body she lightly bit the side of his thigh, giggling as she did so.

"Fuck me, please Mollie!"

She said nothing, but simply smiled and straddled Pete placing her cunt over his cock. He took his shaft in his hand and guided himself into the warm, juicing slit hovering above his groin. Despite her recent use Mollie was surprisingly tight and she let out a long sigh as Pete filled her totally.

Mollie threw her head back and arched her body and his shaft work in and out as she worked it up and down through movement of her hips.

"Moll you're gorgeous," Neil moaned as he ran his hands up and down her naked flesh. Although Mollie had just climaxed she was still very wet and he slid inside and out of her very easily. It took just a short while before Pete was thrusting more vigourously and then he too came – gloriously long and hard shooting jet after jet of thick sperm into Mollie's cunt.

She yelped and he groaned long and loudly.

"Mollie I love youuuuuuu!" He shouted. She just laughed.

Finally after he had come to rest Mollie eased herself up and away from him. As she straightened, Pete's juices ran freely down her thighs. 

She moved to Neil.

"Enjoy that my slave?"

Neil stared her right in the eye.

"Well, it sure looks like you did," she grabbed his stiff cock again and once more began to move his foreskin back and forth.

"Oh please Mollie ..."

"What's my name slave," she squeezed him tight and Neil yelped.

"Mistress, Mistress please ohhhhh"

She wanked him faster and he began to thrust into her fingers.

"Awwww, you sure want this slave don't you?"

"Yes Mistress, oh fuck yes."

Again Mollie took him to the edge, but then she stopped. Stepping away from her captive Mollie watched amused as his body continued to thrust into thin air, its immediate stimulation having been lost. Then she moved back towards him and knelt down.

"Fuck please, if you're gonna do what I think you're gonna do then make sure you finish me off, please!"

Mollie laughed and kissed the head of his cock. The she covered the top with her lips and licked at the small hole in the end. He groaned.

"Please Moll ..."

Mollie removed her mouth and slapped his shaft.

"It's Mistress, slave, how many times do I need to tell you?"

She resumed her task, taking him deep before pulling her mouth back up his length again. She was good at this, as she had discovered, and thoroughly enjoyed having a body as fit as Neil's to play with.

Pete had turned onto his stomach to watch proceedings feeling a little pang of jealousy as the girl he had feelings for performed on another guy.

"Ohh Mistress please let me cum," Neil was writhing as much as his bonds would allow as Mollie brought him to the edge again before getting up and leaving her captive thrusting aimlessly once more.

She stood inches from his face.

"So how sorry are you for what you did to me?"

"Moll, listen, please it was just a game ..."

"You fucking raped me you bastard!"

Again Moll handled his cock, before leaving him in situ whilst she retrieved a small tea light type candle.

"Let's warm things up eh?"

"Fuck Mistress no please," it was Neil's turn to beg now.

Mollie just laughed as she lit the candle and waited until the flame was bright and tall, then she held it an inch above his cock ... and poured.

"Noooooo, stop Mollie that hurts, no stop."

Mollie and Pete laughed at Neil's agony as Mollie covered his cock in white wax. Although it burned the sensation of it on his shaft was enough to bring Neil nearer to a climax and Mollie saw his cock twitching involuntarily.

"You're gonna cum bitch aren't you?"

"Y ... yes Mistress, I am, ohhhh fuck!"

Mollie took his wax coated cock and began to wank him again. He was so close ...

"Wanna cum?"

"Please, please."

Mollie just laughed at him and tugged him faster. Then he was there, but just as his cock was about to burst into life she let go.

"Nooo, fuck no." He desperately tried to thrust his groin in order to force his juice out, but instead of spurting it came in drips.

"You fucking bitch!!"

Again Mollie laughed as he shot his load but did not enjoy the orgasmic experience. His climax, the one thing he had been waiting for, had been purposefully ruined. She waited until he had thrust as much as he was ever going to then she took Pete's cock in hand once again. This time it was painful. His cock head was so sensitive post orgasm that when she touched it he screamed.

"Sssh, honey," she mocked him at the same time as she started to milk him.

"Owwwwww, nooooooo Mistress please!"

Mollie squeezed the last drops of his cum out and onto the sand below but she didn't stop there. If anything she now wanked his softening cock even harder while Neil writhed and jumped and whined.

"Please, please stop ... fuckkkkk!"

But it took Mollie another 10 minutes to stop by which time Neil was almost deranged. She let go and stepped back to admire her handy work.

He looked up at her, spit dribbling down his chin.

"P ... please, no more." Given what he had put Mollie through his pleas were pitiful.

"No more? Fuck off Neil, remember what you did to me, eh?"

Mollie held a tube of toothpaste in one hand and reached down to Neil's cock with the other. Despite his protests she pulled back his foreskin as far as it would go to reveal the recently used purple head.

"Mollie don't," Neil begged, and she had to move to avoid his legs kicking out. Mollie waited patiently for him to stop before approaching him again.

"Keep this up Neil and you'll only make matters worse for yourself."

Reaching down she squeezed the toothpaste onto his cock head before using her thumb and forefinger to rub it into him, coating him in the white substance. At first it gave Neil a strange, kind of numb feeling but then it burst into life and began to sting. He yelped. Mollie pulled his foreskin back over the head and stepped away to watch.

"Fuck, what have you done you bitch, you're burning me. Stop it nowwwww!"

He danced and writhed and yelled and Mollie laughed.

"Remember this bastard, when you're next torturing some poor innocent girl, like I used to be just a few days ago! You created me in this guise so all this is your fault."

"Please Mollie, please wash it off."

Laughing Mollie and Pete fetched several washing up bowls full of sea water and soaked Neil through, washing just about everything off him ... except the tooth paste which seemed to stick to him.

"Doesn't want to leave you Neil," mocked Mollie as she took a hand full of water and washed his cock for him, making him squeal anew.

******

The three islanders stood naked in close proximity to one another. Neil had been untied and stood feeling beaten and exhausted. Mollie and Pete too were feeling like they could sleep forever.

Mollie turned to Pete and, taking his face in her hands, she kissed him deeply. Neil watched as for a short while their tongues sought satisfaction. Then she pulled away and turned to Neil. Holding his face also she repeated the action.

"Look," said Mollie, once the kissing was done, "We have all shared something these past few days which can either divide us completely or make us a close knit team. It is clear that we all enjoy being in charge and causing pleasure through pain and so I suggest we team up. Let's clear the camp up make sure Pete has his films and then wait for the next islander to arrive tomorrow. Whether it's a boy or a girl we can have great fun with them if we work together!" 

Mollie looked expectantly at her co-islanders.

"Well, what do you say guys?"

"I say it's a fucking great idea Moll!" Neil beamed. Pete nodded and the three of them hugged one another before walking arm in arm, Mollie in the centre, towards the camp and a few hours of normal island activity!

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