2 comments/ 18378 views/ 11 favorites Forgotten Island Pt. 01 By: Sungmehetu The Forgotten Island Caribbean Sea 1735 Aboard the SS Sharon Day 1 The main mast had shattered to pieces after the last wave washed over. Half the crew was washed overboard, the other half was in complete disarray. Captain Steven Blitzen took a moment to gather his thoughts." If I can get turned INTO the waves..." After the last series of waves, mixed with the reef they were just now bouncing against, he doubted he had a rudder left to steer with. He ran to the empty spot once held by his helmsman. Lightning crashed across the sky, Steven looked up just in time to see the crossbeam about to hit his... -:- Rainbow colored fireworks, his young wives, his little sisters Maddie and Penny, his little brother Tim, his loving daughters, Mom, his favorite candy touched his tongue. Nursing his mothers bosom, the whoosh whoosh of her heartbeat...the speed was too slow... "Sir? Sir? Are you alive??" The voice was soft, young. "Nadia?" Steven croaked. "Aye Sir." "Waves crashing, not heartbeat...ow my head." Steven attempted to sit up, getting his head only a few inches off of the rain battered sand before succumbing to the weight of gravity pulling on his weakened neck. Nadia sounded confused and yet relieved. "Sir I don't know what you are talking about, just happy you are talking at all. You have a head wound. I've stitched it." Nadia had been a stowaway, the lithe 20 year old girl, with dark brown wavy hair, and sky blue eyes, had hidden in with the cargo. It was nearly a week into the voyage when she had been discovered. Steven being a family man, decided to be fair, and put her to work instead of the normal course of action...throwing her overboard. The Captain had made her the cooks assistant briefly. The cook was thankful, he barely had to do anything...for a week. After another week at sea, Nadia had become something of the Captains pet. She stuck by his side learning all about the ship and how it operated. She learned about the Captain, and his leadership. She learned about math, science, and had even begun to learn to read thanks to Steven Blitzen. Out of the many things she had learned from him, the one she cherished most was his lessons about love. Within days of being at his side, she began to worship him. A couple weeks later, she was bunking with him. Her words now came faster, hurried, urgent. "Sir, there are so many dead, they are all over the beach, I gathered as many supplies from the boat as I could, I got a hold of a gun, a couple swords, a whip, and have the surviving slaves gathering crates from the water, but there's too many of them, and they might try to mutiny..." "Slaves aren't crew. They are cargo, cargo can't mutiny." Steven groaned. "How many?" "How many what, sir?" "How many slaves are alive?" Steven was on his side, leaning on an elbow, trying to look around, and clearing the sand from his eyes. "Ten sir, all of them are the British older orphans, one boy, nine girls. None of the Negros survived." She was truly heartbroken about it from her voice. Steven wasn't surprised, even though he had strongly discouraged it, she had gotten to know many of the slaves. Most of the orphans were her age or slightly younger His eyes were getting clearer. He noticed that not one on the beach looked over five foot tall.. "Where is the surviving crew?" At this question, Nadia's "be tough" attitude buckled. Tears came streaming openly. I haven't found any sir, I think they are all dead. Many I've recognized as they washed up on the beach, but twenty-five or six are missing. Steven attempted math. Forty five crew, 40 slaves, 39 passengers..."Passengers?!" Nadia looked up from her tears, almost choking on her words. "Mrs Swann, her sister Olivia, Mrs Capri, Mr Cooper, and Jeremiah Smith survived. Mrs Capri probably won't last the night. She's been bleeding bad, and I can't stop it. The passengers are all sitting on the beach doing nothing, well, except for Jeremiah, he was helping me." Steven got to his feet. He scanned the beach, the wood line, the shore, and then the horizon. He finished the equation. 14 percent. He needed to take stock of what they had, then he would figure out where they were. He helped Nadia to her feet. Her pants were shredded from the knees down, the twine holding them up had gotten frayed. Her shirt was torn in half in the front.. However indecent it was, no one had even noticed. It was a good bet most of the passengers and cargo had thought her a man. Only now if you looked closely would you detect her small bosoms. Steven peeled his topcoat off and draped it over her small shoulders. The Captain looked at the sky. It was close to midday, 7 hours of sunlight left. They walked together the 110 yards to where the rest had gathered. Piles of items and crates were arranged on the beach past the high tide mark. Nadia had taken control and had been thinking clearly, this was obvious. Steven let a beam of pride cross his heart. He set his hand on her shoulder. "You've done a good job thus far, I will be relying on you quite a bit in the future, we may be here awhile..." He smiled down at her. His 5' 9", seemed to tower over her 4' 11" frame as she looked up at him. He winked., "...you are my first mate now." Nadia Howard Nadia was exhausted. She dragged the plank she used as a life raft onto the beach, and collapsed, begging for more oxygen in her lungs. She closed her eyes and replayed the last few moments on the Sharon. Wilbur Burton had disappeared right before her eyes. One minute she was trying to help take down the sail on the fore mast, holding tightly to the rope, the next, a massive wave had come over the port side and simply erased Wilbur. The wave was less fierce closer to the bow where she was, it had simply swept her off her feet. The rope she was clutching to, had saved her. If she wasn't helping with the fore sails, she would have been standing next to the Captain a mid ship. Oh NO! Her eyes reeled over to where she last saw him. He was moving towards the wheel. The last wave had finished off the main mast, it had landed on the aft mast, cracking the port cross beam. Lighting broke across the sky. Nadia could clearly see the crack as the main mast rolled off into the sea, and the cross beam crashed right onto the bridge. The Captain had also disappeared before her eyes. The wheel had come off the axle. Her captain, her leader, her savior, her lover.?..was just standing there a minute ago. "Did he dive out of the way?" She searched the bridge with her eyes. The way the ship was tossing, she was afraid to let go of the rope. "STEVEN!!" Protocol went out the window. It wasn't like there was much of a crew left. Most had been washed down to Davy Jones locker when Wilbur did. "STEVEN!!" The adrenaline got the best of her, She let go of the rope and raced to the bridge, slipping and tripping over debris along the way. She crawled up the steps to the bridge using her hands and feet to see her Lord and Master unconscious but breathing. She crawled to him as the ship pitched and yawed. Nadia knew the Sharon only had minutes left afloat. Nadia reached back and slapped the Captain hard. "Captain! Wake up!!" The SS Sharon decided to give it all up, She turned over onto her side violently, tossing Nadia into the sea. Nadia found, and then swam to a floor joist and held onto the 2 x 2 foot beam with all of her strength, looking for her Captain. The black sea in it's anger refused to give up all it had swallowed, which may have just been the captain as well. "He's gone, just gone." ... Getting the slaves to haul things up the beach wasn't hard, she had found a whip, and the Captain had taught her how to throw it. Besides, they were all teens and most were her age and smaller than her. What worried her was the lack of water. Many crates had shown up on the beach, but no water barrels had. All of the passengers that survived were injured, Mrs Capri being the worst. She asked about her husband, as to his whereabouts, to no one in particular. Nadia hadn't the heart to tell her he was dead and beginning to bloat on the beach. Mrs Capri had a broken board lodged in her guts, in through near her belly button and out near where her kidney should have been. The board that had saved her by keeping her afloat was slowly killing her by bleeding her to death. Good Lady Capri made sure to cover her wound so none could see her nakedness, skin, bowels, or organs. Nadia didn't need to see the wound, she could see the trail of blood running down, and then sinking into the sand. She was seeing to some of the slaves wounds, now that the crates were safely on the beach, when a sound caught her ear. "Ugghhhh". It was down the beach. "It's your imagination...keep stitching". "Oooooww!" She heard it. "That's not my imagination! That sounds like the Captain!" She dropped the needle and thread. She stood and tore down the beach. "Oh Steven, my Master, my Captain, my LOVE!" The thought fueled her legs. She raced down the beach, her tattered shirt giving way it's last few threads and falling off her shoulders, the wind too much a match for the frayed thread holding it on. She thought back to the house she lived in, not a year before, while she tended to her Captain. This terrible tragedy was just one in a series of horrible things that always seemed to follow her. Her mother was a religious woman, more married to Christ than to her father. So when her father started breeding her older sisters, her mother hid in the church or in the master bedroom praying. Nadia laid next to the action when her father impregnated her older sister Carol. Nadia pretended to sleep through it, but watched with slit open eyes. When her next oldest sister hit 18, Daddy came to the bedroom for her too. Her father spent more time in the girls bedroom than he did eating and reading. Night after night, Nadia watched as her elder two sisters were taken by her father. Soon it would be her turn. Carol had said, that once father had taken her in bed the first time, no other man would ever have them. It was as if they were married to their father the moment they lay together. The only other option was to run away and be a prostitute. Carol and Mattie had accepted their fate to be wives to their father. Nadia did not. Nadia stole a four pence from her fathers purse, and grabbed some clothes. She ran down to the docks and hid behind a stack of crates. She watched as men loaded three different ships. The first time she saw that there was a break in the loading, she looked all around, and ran up the gang plank to the deck of the closest ship. Fear invaded every pore of her being, as she looked for a place to hide. She heard voices, male voices, coming closer to the base of the loading plank. Her ears were tuned to the sound of a man coming up the plank to the deck of the ship. Nadia searched harder for something that would hide her, she scanned the deck and finally found the hole in the deck that hosted a set of descending stairs. With her clothes in her arms, and four pence worth of salted meat and bread in her pockets, she raced down the stairs and sat next to an orphan that was chained to the lower floors deck, with her hands together in front of her and her head down. The low light on that deck, and the exhausted orphans hid the fact she didn't belong there. The Organization of Capri Beach Water. The very modem of life. The survivors of the Sharon were surrounded by it, yet none of it drinkable. Seawater with it's high salt content is eventually fatal. A couple of slave children found that out, the hard way. Mrs Capri had died in the night. Mr Cooper decided to go for a swim sometime in the night and never returned. That only left the Swanns and young Jeremiah Smith as passengers. Water. One can live about three days without it, and day one had passed. Of the 10 young slaves, 4 had died. The only male, two of the eldest females,and one of the youngest females. The poor male tried fishing in deeper water and was taken by a shark. The 6 year old female was climbing a tree for coconuts as per Nadia's orders, slipped, and broke her neck on the way down to the ground. The two eldest drank a belly full of seawater, gone crazy and drowned themselves together. That left 21 year old Jenny, 20 year old Beatrice, 19 year old Anna, 19 year old Lizzy, 18 year old Leslie, and 18year old Lynn. The six of them huddled around one of the fires Nadia had made for them, wrapped in the burlap and cotton clothes they had salvaged. The girls had been headed for the cotton mills in the new world. The darker skinned slaves would have been in the fields. The girls had been bonded to slavery, due to conviction of their mothers for being witches or prostitutes. Through the night they discussed that the mill might have actually been better than what they were going through now. ************* "Everywhere the boards did shrink" Blitzen mentally remarked, if he survived, he would write about this misadventure. Maybe his friend Samuel could get it printed. Though in light of the situation he doubted one in three would survive. Getting off this island...well that would take some time. "Water, Water everywhere nor any drop to drink" Nadia aroused him from his thoughts. "We have 4 fires built, and I rationed the food accordingly Sir" He looked down at her groggily. "Good, now make our camp Lieutenant" "Yes Sir!" It was obvious she loved her new status. Nadia scurried off to where she had collected the most valuable cargo. Steven's eyes followed her She was a sexy woman right before his eyes. He wondered about dry powder suddenly, then that thought led to a new thought. "What if there are natives on this island???" Once they had settled in under a makeshift shelter of their own. Steven asked Nadia about signs of possible natives. "Nothing I saw Captain, but I never left the beach." She was poking at the fire, and looking up at him with a look he recognized. After all they had gone through in the last twelve hours, she was still focused on her girly crush. She had stopped wearing the topcoat after the fire was started. Steven found himself glancing at her small bosom. She had been modest at one point, but not in private around him. Steven tried to focus on the water situation. "What have you accomplished in the way of water?" He tried to keep his eyes on her face. "I had the girls climb coconut trees, I have 15 for us, and each girl was given two. I showed them how to use sharp rocks to open them." She said proudly. He set her straight. "That's less than a day's water for the slaves.' Her looked at her sternly. "We have to find a fresh water source at first light." "Yes Sir." She looked down at her feet on top of the wool blanket she had laid down to keep them off the sand. Her knees at her chest and her right hand clutching the "Pokey stick" as she called it, stoking the fire. In a wave of emotion, Steven realized he was still alive, and yes they would find a way to survive. He looked over at the girl with the massive girly crush on him. He lightly pulled her chin toward his face so she was looking at him, eye to eye. "I did notice young Lieutenant, you seem to have a bit of affection for me. I want you to know it goes both ways Nadia." With that he leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. They closed their eyes and Nadia fell on top of Steven in a cascade of passion. Lips mashed against each other as what started as gentle became aggressive. Steven began to pull off still damp clothes while never releasing his kiss. Nadia undid the knot holding her pants on, and Steven tore them down. It hurt...no it hurt bad. She almost wanted to stop. When his hips met hers it was the sharp pain of a blade surrounded by the warmth and fuzzy feeling of her favorite blanket. Then waves of twitchy nerves got all happy. She began to moan, the fullness of him inside her, the way he touched her cervix, her eyes rolled up inside her head. She shook from the pleasure. She couldn't speak, she could only swim in the bath of pure erotic pleasure. She never wanted it to end. Suddenly she felt a surge of pressure deep inside. Causing another blinding color show behind her eyelids as waves of bliss washed over her. She panted when Steven stopped. She smiled and looked up at him with the only emotion she understood. "You own me too. I am yours". With that, Steven slowly retreated from her, kissing her deeply. With heavy breath, a whimper, and a couple drops of blood, Nadia became a woman. They made love 3 times in the night, only stopping to crack a coconut or two to drink the water inside, and to throw more wood on the fire. As Nadia fell asleep in Steven's arms, she knew that according to her father and sisters...it meant that they were now married for life. She wondered if that was all there was to it, or if her family knew anything at all about marriage. As Steven fell asleep, he wondered if she could be pregnant. Day 2 In the morning the Swann sisters awoke the Captain. "Sir...Sir...Sir!!" It was Mary the eldest of the sisters. She was married to some officer of the English navy and was going to the new world to be with him. Her pompous attitude was not going to mesh with the headache that was slapping Steven's head. "Must have been a concussion" He thought. "Good God woman...WHAT!" He sat bolt upright, rose to his feet and looked down at her from 3 inches away, while putting on his belt with scabbard and holster. He placed the weapons in the proper places. Mary recoiled, then quickly collected herself. She, after all, was the wife of an English Naval Officer. She got back to within 3 inches of Capt Blitzen's face. "What are you doing to provide us with rescue beside lying on your back sleeping? Your cabin boy is the only one I see doing anything!" She stood proudly. Confident in her heritage and lines. Steven paused, Thought about dry gunpowder, and the side arm he had. Then thought about the sword on the other hip. "Mrs Swann, I have bad news. We will not be rescued by anyone on a trade route, simply because we are not ON a trade route, we are actually 400 miles from a trade route. So Mrs Swann, your husband cannot save you, I currently can't get you to the colonies. You have two options. Fall in line and help our plight, or sit still, stay out of my way, and pray I will forget your lack of respect for the fact that you are on an island with slaves. If you continue to upset me, I will put you in chains and you can work like the rest of the slaves!" She recoiled, but only for a second, then leaned into him. "You are the captain of a ship that FAILED to get us where we were supposed to be. That means YOU failed Blitzen. Steven heaved back and smacked her. She spun 180 degrees and crumpled down to the sand. "NADIA!" Blitzen knew she had to be close From the edge of the jungle the little Lieutenant ran down to the beach. "yes Sir..." she tried to catch her breath..."I have something to report Sir!" "In a minute...the 19 year old Mary Swann has agreed to be a slave to me. Could you please put her in the right chains, take her clothes" He paused. "Replace them with rags. You can keep the nice stuff. When you are finished, put 'er to work!" By setting an example with Mary, Steven knew the others would stay in line. Steven realized Mary and Jeremiah could be liabilities. Jeremiah was simple minded, and easily controlled. He followed Nadia around like a puppy. Mary would have to be broken before she would submit. This first humiliation was only the first step. This would take time, and they didn't have much. I will have to attend to this all day. Steven thought. Forgotten Island Pt. 01 "Oh yes Sir, gladly". She smiled. Nadia was tired of Mary Swann's antics. "What of Olivia, her sister?" Nadia actually had a look of concern. Steven looked over the girl, and decided her fate quickly. "She'll stay with us in our camp, away from the slaves." Nadia motioned for Jeremiah to come down the beach. "You'll burn Steven Blitzen, I'm as good as Royalty!" Mary hissed as Nadia and Jeremiah stripped her, then dragged her to the slave camp. Nadia attached her to the rest of the chains that held the other slaves together and put her to work chopping bamboo with sharp rocks. The other slaves said nothing, only sneered at Mary. Olivia became paralyzed in fright, her long black hair clung to her face in the humidity, stuck by the humidity and tears. Steven walked over to her. He knelt next to her, pulling her hair from her face gently. "Just because your sister wants to be rude, and fight me, doesn't mean you have to." Steven smiled at her in a truly caring way. Olivia frowned and began to cry. "What are you going to do to her?" He looked into young girls eyes that were filling with tears. "I'm going to make her healthy, she will work hard and get strong.!" "What will happen to me?" She looked up at him, a small trail of snot crossing her lips. The tears across her face. Steven grabbed a rag from his pocket and wiped her face clean. "You will become my ensign and help me run things here." Steven thought about the meaning of it. Then looked at her plump round bottom. He ran his fingers over it. She was a free female and would do to lead. He rubbed her round bottom as he spoke. "Your sister is too old for our island, we are making a new government. You will be third in charge...how's that sound? Your sister can get a lot of work done while you, Nadia and I, eat and stay warm.. Do you want the job as ensign?" "Yes!" The tears stopped, and she smiled "Yes I want to be in charge too!" "Very good..." Steven grinned. "NADIA!" She came running back from the treeline as fast as her legs could carry her. As soon as she arrived she knew something was different. That Olivia girl was kissing and hugging her Captain, . "Sir!?" She was completely confused, then hurt, then understanding. He needed more help, and she would be rewarded with affection. Nadia wasn't being replaced, she was getting some help. "Nadia, this is your immediate underling, she will help you keep order and work hard for you, she wants to be ensign, treat her fair. As for Mary, if she fails in anyway, remember she is no longer a free person, she is property, tougher property, beat her harder than the other slaves. " ####################### Olivia sniffed and straightened her dirty dress. Nadia grabbed her hand, holding it affectionately, as they walked to the tree line. "The first thing I must teach you is the difference between US, and them. We are the captains right and left fists. We are free. These other women and your sister are our property. They live only to work and to please their Master, Steven." Olivia listened as they walked toward where the slaves were cutting down long pieces of bamboo. "It is our job to please him as well, but we must give him love and affection." "What do you mean Nadia?" Olivia looked up at the slightly taller girl. Nadia stopped and looked into her eyes. "Well..." She looked up and thought for a moment, then locked eyes with Olivia again. You know how the king of England has a queen right?" Olivia nodded. "Well you know that the queen is almost as powerful as the king, in the king's absence, just as powerful as he is, right?" She nodded again. "Well it's the queens job to give him children, and help him take care of the kingdom." Nadia paused again not entirely sure how to explain the rest. Just show her. She thought. She pulled Olivia into the tall grass so no one would see them. "So you know that married couples hug and kiss right?" Olivia nodded as she watched Nadia pull down her pants, then reach under her own dress and remove Olivia's underclothes. "You don't need these on, Captain likes it better this way." Nadia said quietly. Olivia stepped out of her underclothes, feeling the breeze blow through the already warm nether region. "Okay..." Nadia began again. "Besides hugging and kissing we will give our Master and Commander some special affection like wives." Nadia smiled as she pointed to Olivia's small labia. "This is where babies come out, your cunt, but Master has to put his cock inside you, and fertilize your eggs in order for that to happen." Olivia looked real confused. "Master has something other than a hole here..." Nadia pushed her finger inside Olivia, Olivia winced. Nadia felt her own cunt getting warm as she felt the warmth and moisture of Olivia's. "He has something that looks like a finger, only it's much bigger. It belongs inside you. This is your cunt, the only place where his cock can get you pregnant," She pushed her finger deeper, rubbing Olivia's virginal hymen. ".. but it also goes here." Nadia stuck her other finger in Olivia's mouth getting it wet, "Master likes that, he made me do that this morning. Remember to swallow his cum when it shoots out." then pulled her finger out of Olivia's mouth, and reached around, and up the back of her dress. She pushed against then penetrated Olivia's tight rectum. "It also goes in here." Olivia felt pain with the finger in her ass. "Owwww!" Nadia pulled her finger out of her ass and wiped it on the bottom of the dirty dress, leaving her left finger as deep as it would go in Olivia's little cunt. "He hasn't done that to me yet, but he said he will." Nadia looked slightly concerned albeit briefly. "You will have to give me affection too, as we are sister queens, we will be married to each other just as much as we are to Master." Nadia leaned into Olivia, kissing her on the lips. "This is how..." Olivia didn't know how to kiss, but began to learn fast. As strange as all of this was, in a way, Olivia was quite thankful for the education she was receiving. Soon, Olivia got into a rhythm and figured out how Nadia's mouth fit around hers. Olivia then became more bold, and stuck her right index finger into Nadia's cunt, moving it in and out, like Nadia was doing to her. She began to meet Nadia's tongue as they writhed against each other swapping oral juices. Olivia began to feel a new feeling deep inside of her. It was coming from the way Nadia was playing with her, in her cunt. This went on for five minutes till Nadia broke the kiss, and pulled away from Olivia. "Soon, you will be a woman, and married to our Master and Captain. I was last night. But now we have been inside each other, and we are married!" It made sense to Nadia, and she went with it. Nadia had never been to a wedding, this seemed about right . Olivia became elated. "We're married!?!" Her eyes beamed. "Yes Olivia, my Queen." Nadia stood away from her and did a little curtsy. "Thank you Nadia my Queen." Olivia curtsied likewise. So much had happened to little Olivia Swann today, and it was still morning. "We shall be known as Olivia and Nadia Blitzen!" Nadia said as she pulled up her pants and tied them tight. They both giggled then hugged. Nadia was a much better sister and friend than Mary ever was or could be, and already she was married to her. Olivia pondered this with a tattooed smile until she heard the tone in Nadia's voice change. They continued to hold hands as they walked out of the high grass, and back onto the soft sand. " We need to get to the slaves, I don't trust em to behave with just Jeremiah watching them. I think he's a simpleton, and they will figure that out soon. The next thing I need to teach you dear wife..." They both smiled. "...is how to throw a whip." Just as soon as they got back to the tree line, the Captain caught up with them. "Yes," Steven interjected, "and you will practice on your ex-sister." Steven watched as the girls left camp holding hands. He admired Nadia's and Olivia's forms as they walked away. His loins would've stirred if not for they were empty to Nadia's hungry mouth. Tonight Nadia wanted him to take her ass. He smiled thinking of her eagerness to please him. She worshiped him, and that's the way it would be with both of his "wives", as Nadia had said, and all of the slave girls. He would need to get Mary to breeding as soon as she was broken. It would be critical to boost the population as fast as possible. He quietly hoped that Nadia had already taken with child. Of the slaves, Jenny, who was 21, and Beatrice at 20, were the only two that might be educated about sex, or would be soon. The rest, Anna, Lizzy, Leslie and Lynn, were in their mid to late teens. It would be at least a year before he could breed them. Tonight he would inspect and question all of them, and find out right where they were in their education. He then got out of his tent, and took inventory of the other critical supplies. The potatoes, and beans would help a lot. The gunpowder, rifles and shot, should solve the rest of the food problems. If not, the ropes could be made into fishing line. The barrels of beer and whiskey would make for a good time. The sails were made into tents currently, but would be put to use as clothing, and smaller raft sails. The iron planks would be used for everything from knives to shovels to nails, once he set up a way to build and maintain a real hot fire. There was tar, for waterproofing and glue. Opium for pain. None of this would mean a thing unless they found water. The beer would be a last resort. He had Nadia bury it to keep it cold so it would survive longer. Steven looked up just in time to see Nadia pull Olivia into the tall grass just before the tree line where the slaves were. Out of curiosity, he decided to see what was going on. He needed to find out what was being accomplished by the slaves, and if Nadia had them looking for water at all. He also had a nagging problem in the back of his mind. Though Jeremiah was simple, and had manpower, the boy would be tempted to fuck Steven's property. THAT couldn't happen. The more he thought on it, the more he was certain Jeremiah would have to be killed as soon as the house and slave quarters were erected. Steven slowed and quieted his pace as he crept up on the girls. Nadia and Olivia were lip locked and fingering each other. He ducked as Nadia broke the kiss. He could hear speaking, but couldn't make out what was being said. Then he heard Nadia say "...and we are married!!" They curtsied to each other, and hugged. Steven chucked quietly. The Law According to Nadia: "Once you have been penetrated by someone, you are married to them". That was fine. Steven smiled, he was married to two girls. That will work fine. He waited till they took to walking back to the work area, and double timed to catch up, then stopped when he saw something white in the grass where the girls had been. It was Olivia's underclothes. He grabbed them, rolled them, and placed them in a pocket. Apparently Nadia had told her the way he likes his wives to dress. This would be the last day Nadia would be in pants. She too would be in a dress tomorrow, without underclothes. This was so Steven could fuck em quick, whenever he chose to. The slaves would be naked except when the sun was out. It was warm enough at night that they would only need a close fire. During the day they would have loose fitting long skirts and loose shirts. This would keep them from cool, safe from sunburn, and be easy to remove if Steven wanted to fuck one of them. The clothes would be a Jenny job. He had seen her sewing Mary's dress yesterday. He caught up to them as the girls got to the work camp, and explained about the whip. "The next thing I need to teach you dear wife..." They both smiled, as did Steven. "...is how to throw a whip." Just as soon as they got back to the tree line, the Captain caught up with them. "Yes," Steven interjected, "and you will practice on your ex-sister." "Yes Sir." Olivia became "all business", in front of the slaves. "Nadia, what is being done here?" Steven was looking around, at what seemed to be only one operation. It amounted to a very long and tall pile of bamboo poles on their side. "Mary, Anna, Leslie, and Lynn are chopping bamboo for the buildings. Jenny and Lizzy are walking down the beach collecting firewood, while further inland, Jeremiah and Bea are looking for a spring or water source Sir." Nadia began counting poles. Steven walked up to her and bent down to her ear. (CRACK! "Olivia please!") "You left Jeremiah alone with one of my virgin slaves?" His voice was barely a whisper, yet stern. "An 18 year old boy alone with a budding young lady, do you see the problem with that?" "Yes sir, sorry sir I wasn't thinking that way." She frowned realizing how bad this could turn. (Crack! "Ahhhh!") "You weren't thinking about sex at all? What about Olivia's mouth and cunt? Surprises me sex wasn't on your mind." Cold whispers in Nadia's ear ran a chill down her back Had he seen what we had been doing? He must have. Is he mad at me? Us? (CRRRAAAACCCCKKK!! "Oh God in heaven, Olivia please, I'm bleeding, stop st...st...stop please!! I'm your sister!!) Steven turned toward the sound of the sobbing slave. A bright red wound crossed her back diagonally. He watched the expression on Olivia's face. For a quarter of a second he saw empathy, then Olivia looked at Nadia, then himself. The empathy was gone. It was replaced by anger and vengeance. Steven wasn't sure what Mary had done to Olivia in the past, but something had happened, and Olivia was holding on to it tightly as she did her job. A glimmer of a smile with eyes of determination crossed her face as she heaved the 8 foot bullwhip back and swung it down, flipping her wrist at the precise moment to make it snap hard... (CRRRAAAACCKKK!! "AAAAHHHHH!! please, please, please tell her to stop, I'll be a good slave, I'll do anything you want!") ...slicing through Mary's flesh. A red "X" marked her back tearing through both the fabric of her under-gown, and several layers of skin. Mary's hand still held the sharp piece of rock in her hand, a half cut piece of bamboo in front of her. "She's a natural sadist, she's enjoying this! Perfect, both of my "wives" are perfect" Steven thought Nadia acted as if she hadn't noticed what was going on. "Sir, I will relieve Jeremiah and Olivia can watch this area." She turned to face the captain. He whispered in her left ear now. "No, you will give Olivia a machete, and she will relieve Jeremiah of his life ... as a "wedding present" to me, and then she can help Beatrice find a water source, and keep an eye on the two collecting firewood." "Oh no, he did see everything, and hear everything...Is he angry???" Nadia thought. "Oh and Nadia, I thought your ceremony with Olivia was beautiful. I'm happy you and your wife are falling in love with each other." Steven said loud enough for everyone near to hear. Mary turned with a look of confusion to Olivia. Olivia was smiling back at Nadia, not noticing Mary's confusion. Steven saw it. So he took advantage. "Yes, you heard me. Nadia and Olivia are in love with each other, they got married on the beach this morning..." Mary looked revolted at the thought, but her jaw dropped and panic splashed her face when Steven kissed Olivia open mouth, giving her round ass a playful squeeze. He continued. "...Nadia and I were married last night. Tomorrow night I will marry Olivia, and consummate the wedding." Steven beamed. The other slaves were listening, but pretended not to. Nadia began giving the instructions about Jeremiah to Olivia. Olivia listened, nodded, and watched Mary go through the waves of emotions. Steven continued. "As Olivia cannot give me Mary yet, as a wedding gift, she will do me a favor, and the rest of you will be giving us wedding presents. You don't know what they are yet, but you will each be giving us one." Steven was looking directly at Mary now, he took the whip from Olivia, and Nadia handed her a machete. Olivia began to leave, Steven made sure she could hear what was said by speaking louder. Steven quietly told Nadia to tie Mary to a tree with her arms over her head. Nadia complied by looping a rope over the branch of the nearest strongest tree, and dragging Mary, crawling, to the tree. "Mary here will be giving me lots of wedding presents. Big important ones. First though, Mary must learn to tell the truth about her devotion to her King and Queens." Steven looked at Nadia who had Mary's arms stretched over her head, and the rope secured enough that it was holding Mary's weight. Her body was straightened, with the exception of a bit of bend at her knees. Steven turned her so she faced him, took a knife from his belt and cut off what little tattered clothing she still wore.. "Now Mary, lets see what it will take for you to realize that you are not royalty, not the wife of some naval officer, not even a free person. Mary you aren't a person. How long will it take for her to realize that she's a slave? Nadia, Anna, Leslie, Lynn, any guesses?" Only Nadia spoke. "Sir I believe that you will have to work her over all day, and it's almost noon." " I think it will take two days." Steven said as he reared the whip back. He slung it forward connecting with her right breast, slicing through the flesh in her cleavage. He moved with a fluid motion with the next lashes, all connecting, all cutting through Mary with precision. Three lashes on each of her thighs, one on each side of each breast, four across her stomach, and one across her upper chest. Mary begged and pleaded until she passed out. Steven climbed up onto a crate and opened his pants. He pissed into her wounds. This woke her, so Steven turned her and finished what Olivia had started on her back side. After a total of thirty lashes, he had Nadia and Anna drag her down to the water to wash her wounds. ##################### Olivia took the machete and listened to what was going on behind her. She glowed with pride, and a growing feeling of what she was sure to be love. She replayed the kiss from Steven over and over in her mind. Then she thought of what had happened earlier in the morning with Nadia. This new government had her as a queen, and Mary was ripped from her high horse. Soon her thoughts turned to what she had to do in a few moments. She knew from the farm she grew up on, that the easiest way to kill an animal with a knife was to cut the throat. Jeremiah was a foot taller than her, and it would be really difficult. She would need him to almost be lying on his back. But how could she get him to do that? She walked up to Jenny and Lizzy who were dragging a sail full of firewood behind them. They each were drinking from a coconut. "You two need to hurry your asses back to camp. Master has some news." With that, the two began to run as fast as the wood behind them would allow. Olivia knew that Beatrice and Jeremiah would be close after seeing the girls. She followed the drag marks to where they had gathered the driftwood, and turned to head into the trees and bamboo. Olivia had only gotten 20 meters into the trees when she saw something that made her furious. Beatrice was moving her head up and down with what looked like a large finger in her mouth. Jeremiah was lying on his back, eyes closed, naked from the waist down. Beatrice was completely naked. She was kneeling between Jeremiah's knees. "Had she lost her virginity?" Olivia watched for a moment. . She stared at Jeremiahs cock. "When Master takes me tomorrow, it's going to hurt in my cunt." She looked at Bea. She had large breasts that swayed with her motions, Olivia felt a tinge of jealousy, her chest had much less, although Olivia was only a year younger. Forgotten Island Pt. 01 It turned to anger with one thought. "He is violating Master's property! She is allowing herself to be violated...THE WHORE!" Her blood began to boil. Tomorrow that girl would be her property as well! Up til this point Olivia had been sneaking to get closer to the haughty scene, with the angry thought, her grip on the machete tightened, and she broke into a sprint. She hurdled over branches and bushes, cutting through vines and bramble toward the sinners, nothing got in her way. She was on top of them before they even heard her or realized she was there. Jeremiah opened is eyes only after the machete stuck into his neck, stopping at the front of his spine. The blade slicing through muscle and cartilage like butter. The look on his face was surprise, right up till the moment his eyes went distant and he died. About that time Beatrice looked up. Olivia pulled the blade out of Jeremiah's neck and slapped her across the face with the side of the blade, leaving a tiny cut on Beatrice's jaw, and an almost instant black eye. "Get up WHORE!" Olivia was shaking with rage. "Get up YOU PIECE OF SHITE WHORE!" Bea suddenly realized Jeremiah was dead, and that soon she would be too. She tried to grab her burlap dress, and caught the back of the blade to her ribs for it. "If you can be naked for that piece of shite, you can be naked when you face your Master!" Olivia grabbed her hair and pulled upward. Bea stood. "March!" Olivia barked. Bea complied. They made their way down the beach, Bea looking down at the sand, holding the side of her face, Olivia walking behind her with the machete point poking Bea's back, muttering. "You know, tomorrow Master and I will be married. That means you not only betrayed him, you also betrayed me. I'm going to ask that you are my personal slave for a gift, so that for the rest of your miserable life I can remind you everyday what a dirty sinner you are. I CAN NOT WAIT to beat you when we get back. Slaves don't get to have cock in their mouth, unless their MASTER or MISTRESS ORDERS IT!" Olivia tried to gain her composure as they were almost back to the work camp. "Just in case he doesn't let me..." She heaved the blade with both hands and brought it sideways into Bea's ribs. (SMACK!) "Bitch!...You are sooo lucky Master has plans for you, cause I'd have you tortured and killed." She looked up to see her husband to be, and wife staring at her with a impatient look on their faces. Steven was collecting his breath, planning the construction of his house, and watching Mary be washed. From far away he heard yelling. The wind had died, and he was nearly convinced it was Olivia's voice. "...orders it!!" Just then Lizzy and Jenny walked up with the firewood. They dropped the sail and knelt at Steven's feet. "Yes?" he said. "Sir, where would you like this firewood Master?" Jenny spoke. "Take half and put it near the slave tents, the other half goes to my tent." He stayed focused on what was happening in the water. Mary's cries as the saltwater washed her ripped flesh. The firewood slaves hadn't moved. "Why are you still here?" "Master, that slaves sister said you had news." Jenny pointed behind her, and had fear in her voice, they both had seen Mary in the water and the deep red cuts in her skin. "Yes, news...That slaves sister will be my wife and your Mistress tomorrow night, Nadia is already your Mistress. We are going to start a new nation on this island. I am your King and Master, and Olivia and Nadia own you and are your Queens and Mistresses." He said in a distant monotone voice. Beating Mary had wiped him out, plus there was his injuries and the headache to consider. "I will inform you as to what your wedding gifts will be." He looked down at the top of Jenny's head. "You Jenny will be giving us many, and one will be a important one. Lizzy you will help her with "the many". " Jenny waited for a description, She didn't have to wait long. "Jenny I want you to take the extra sails and start making long loose dresses for all the slaves. I want you Lizzy, to go through the luggage and deliver the nice dresses to Nadia and Olivia. Oh and from now on, none of you will be wearing clothes after dusk begins. Jenny pass that along." Steven's voice was calm as he told Jenny the about the big gift. "Lizzy, do what I told you. Jenny stay here." He waited for a couple moments till Jenny and he were alone. "Jenny, have you been carnal with a man yet?" "Yes Master." "Good. When was the last time you bled?" "On the boat a week ago Master." He touched her hair. "Excellent. You are going to give me a baby slave for a wedding gift. Stand up and bend over." He pulled her burlap dress off of her, and admired her tight little body. His cock began to grow. He spit on his hand, rubbed his cock and mercilessly thrust it into the young slave. He began to enjoy himself while Jenny whimpered in pain. A drop of blood rolled down her leg, and Steven noticed. "Good she was untouched, her slave children will be pure". He thought After a few minutes, Jenny began to enjoy her Masters attention. The cock inside her was giving her a new pleasure she had never experienced. About then, she realized what was actually happening, it made her feel safe...more important. "I will be carrying Masters child, he won't kill me now...if I give him the right sex of baby, he may even keep me for years to raise many children. " Master grunted, and thrust deep into her, a new sharp pain hit her deep inside, followed by waves of pressure and shivers of intense bliss. Master quietly pulled his cock out of her, and pulled her hair gently to turn her around. "Open your mouth." He ordered. Jenny did and he put the now smaller softer cock in her mouth. "Suck it clean". Jenny did. "Get dressed and help Lizzy. When you are done, teach her how to sew, and get to making those dresses." Jenny ran off with a happy "Yes Master!" Steven sat back down on the bamboo pile. Nadia and Anna were helping Mary walk back to the work site. Nadia looked upset. So to Steven it was clear she had seen him breed Jenny. When they arrived, Steven ordered Anna and Mary get back to work. He knew Mary would be useless for a few hours, but wanted to see if she'd try. She did, and Steven thought her halfway to broken. He motioned for Nadia to join him and he walked south on the beach in the direction he had heard Olivia earlier. "Do you think she'll obey and submit Captain?" Nadia was skirting the issue that was truly on her mind. She had seen Steven bend Jenny over and fuck her. She knew he wanted babies, but he hadn't even married Olivia yet. "No not yet, she's weak, thirsty and hurting. She'll do what she's told for a bit, then slowly the old Mary will come back." He was teaching her as he commented. "It will take constant hounding and punishment of all types before she's broken. We will be working her over all day and into the night." He paused to let it sink in. "I wanted to ask you if you had seen what I did to Jenny?" he looked at her face gauging her response. She looked down. "Yes I did, I don't understand why you..." She trailed off. "Because I can." he said nonchalantly. He stopped walking and she followed suit. He got down to her level bending at the waist. He looked at her eye to eye. "When was the last time you bled?" Steven figured this was a question he wasn't done asking. "About a week ago, aboard the Sharon." Her sandy colored hair blew across her face, She kept trying to tuck it back behind her ear. Steven noticed the wind had changed direction, without thinking, he looked into the direction the wind was coming from. The sky was clear to the east, at least for the moment. "Good, that means that you most likely are pregnant. A week after your visitor is the best time to make a baby. Jenny is on the same cycle as you. Now was the best time to breed that slave. So I did." "Do you love her too? Is she going to get married to us?" She sounded very concerned. "No and no. But I am falling in love with you and Olivia. I will not take any more wives from this lot, so to speak. However I will breed the slaves to make more slaves. Remember a child born of slave is a slave at birth and for life." "I can give you many children. All girls if I try hard enough, why do you need more slaves?" Steven laughed lightly, it annoyed Nadia a bit. "I want you to give me many girls. All of which will be married to me in time. Olivia's daughters will be too. You will raise them to be good wives to me." Steven wondered if he had said too much too early. "Incestuous marriages??" She was blown away by the thought. She saw her Father suddenly in the Captain's face "You would marry your own daughters?" "The royals in Europe have been doing it for centuries!" He laughed. "Oh...I had no idea". Just like that she had changed her mind on that taboo. Before she gave birth, a few more taboos would be knocked out of their way. Steven kissed her lightly on the forehead, and then lifted her shirt and kissed her belly. "My next wife is in there right now." He smiled, she did as well. "Someday, she will give me wives. On and on it will go." "I'm so thirsty...may I get you a coconut?" Nadia asked. "You may not have to if this wife of mine has good news...I hope she does." Steven was impatient with the lack of water. They both turned to look south, down the beach. Beatrice was walking back empty handed, and without clothes on. Her right eye was blackened, she had a large bruise on her ribs on the left side, and a small cut on her left cheek. Behind her, Olivia was driving the slave forward with the sharp point of the machete. No sign of Jeremiah, but also, no sign of water. "Olivia, what news do you bring?" Steven asked. "This one," She pushed her down into the sand at Steven's feet. "had cock in her mouth when I found them." Olivia was sweating although it had been in the low 70's all morning. It was plain as day that Olivia was pissed off. Steven felt pride again over his younger bride. Nadia on the other hand had her worst nightmare come true. This was her fault. "That explains the markings, but I meant did they find water?" Steven was looking at Bea now. She was trembling at her feet. "I forgot to ask." Olivia smiled weakly. "Beatrice, did you and the boy find water?" Steven's voice boomed over the frightened girl. "Yes Master, yes Master we did, a rushing stream around the point of the island!" Steven looked at Olivia, then Nadia, smiling. "Looks like we have a lot of work to do, we have to move the entire camp closer to the stream!" 3. The Village of Sharon Day 3 It took the rest of that day, which happened to be a Saturday, and the following morning to move all of the supplies, sails, bamboo poles, barrels and firewood a half mile south. Bea's transgressions seemed to be forgotten, at least by the captain. Olivia hadn't forgotten. Mary found herself less of a person and more of a horse. She pulled a handmade bamboo sled loaded with supplies up and down the beach for what seemed an eternity. She had been forced to do so naked all morning Sunday. She had to piss herself standing up, and defecate while pulling the loaded sled. She had been beaten, humiliated, worked and baked in the hot sun. Her skin was burned, her legs were filthy, her wounds had opened, and her muscles hurt. She thought nothing could make this day worse. She had been given beans, coconut, and water for lunch, it was a feast! She was so hungry! She sat in the shade chained to a tree. The iron collar dug into her sunburned skin, Mary barely noticed. Beatrice was chained to the same tree, Mary had heard from Anna that Bea was there when Olivia killed Jeremiah. He had been having sex with Bea, and Mary's little sister cut off his head. "My little sister has turned into a hussy, lesbian, sadist, murdering MONSTER." She thought as she gulped down the water. Mary thought back to when they were back in England. Mary had always treated Olivia as a servant. Technically they were half sisters, and Mary hated her fathers new wife. Father had never seemed to react to the way Mary tortured her. She thought that Olivia wasn't a wanted child, at least by Mary and their father. Olivia would hide behind her mother, as long as her mother wasn't out whoring herself to other rich bankers. Mary knew it was true. When Olivia's mother wasn't home, Olivia WAS a servant, Mary saw to it. Mary wasn't completely shocked about the whipping. She figured Olivia was taking revenge. Now Olivia was Queen...literally, and Mary was the servant. "For now. I must get Steven to fall in love with me!" What happened next erased all hope. Steven had set Nadia, Olivia and the good slaves to building the first house. He had made a chalk drawing of how it was to be built, and instructed Olivia on how to use rope for the joints. Nadia taught her the knots. Steven had sent Bea and Mary to eat near a tree next to the river. He wanted Mary and Bea to be calm, so he had them chained next to the river in the shade to eat, and drink all they wanted. Olivia had named it the "Blitzen River". Nadia named the "village" they were building as "Sharon". It was a camp, not a village. It couldn't be a village. Steven grabbed eight lengths of rope and headed toward the riverbank. On his way he passed the construction site. The girls had gotten walls and the floor prefabricated, and were working on the stilts that it would all rest on. He surmised that by the time he returned they would have his house almost completely finished. He continued to walk down the beach to the river bank, and turned west, the sound of chopping growing distant. He could see the "bad" slaves talking, and sipping water from the wooden cups. Mary looked like hell, but she deserved it. It was clear she was still nowhere near broken. "So Beatrice, you allowed someone else to violate that mouth. That is MY mouth. It belongs to me. Tell me, have you had a man in your cunt?" "No Master." She looked at his face briefly trying to gauge his mood, then averted her eyes and looked down. "Mary, when did you last bleed?" Steven waited...Mary didn't answer. "Mary?" Pause. "Mary?" He walked up to her, machete in hand. "Mary, answer me, when did you bleed last?" Silence from the naked 22 year old with the red curly locks. "Fine.' Steven grabbed her wrists and tied then behind the tree over her head. He tied her legs to two small trees about three feet apart so she was spread-eagled on her back. Then he went to tying Bea in the same fashion after stripping her. They lay there, eyes closed about four feet apart. He then stuck a contraption in Bea's mouth that propped it open. No matter how hard Bea tried to close it, her mouth stayed stretched wide open. He then put a clasp over her nose so she could only breathe through her mouth. "Mary, Bea here likes to use her mouth to do sexual things with low born people." Mary could see Bea's face and the contraption in it. "Bea will now learn the lesson of what happens to slaves who misbehave by using, or NOT using their mouth when they are told to do the opposite. " Steven said as he pulled off his pants. Bea was panting from fear. Steven placed his feet on either side of Bea's head, facing her feet. He knelt down so his ankles were at her ears bracing her head from turning, and knees were on her shoulders. He leaned back and sat down, his asshole surrounded by her lips. Her turned to Mary and began to talk to her. "So Mary, I really hope you answer my question soon. If not, I'll see to it that you are used this way by everyone in camp." As Steven finished his sentence, he began to relieve his loose bowels into Bea's mouth. Bea attempted to protest, but only briefly. The only way she could breathe was to swallow, and catch a breath between onslaughts of Masters shit. The noise and smell of the process turned Mary's stomach instantly and she began to vomit violently. Mary was horrified, but yet she kept watching Bea's throat muscles move up and down as she swallowed the sewage. This continued to fuel the reflex to vomit. It went on for almost three minutes, and Mary had nothing left in her stomach.. When Steven saw her dry heaving he asked her a question. "Hungry? Mary shook her head 'no'. "Then answer my question!" Finally she relented. "Last week, while we were on the boat." It seemed all who had survived the trip, had synced up on their cycles. "Excellent!" Steven smiled. He told Bea to lick him clean. She did. He got up and out of the way right before Bea vomited. He walked over to Mary, knelt between her legs and showed her his hard cock. "You, Mary are my cow. I'm going to breed you and breed you, till you die. I'm going to have your udders milked three or four times a day while you are pregnant,.and until the slave that comes out of your dirty cunt needs the milk more. I like redheads, and you are the only one on my island. If you are a good little cow, I may even feed you better, so the slaves that fall out of you are healthy, or at least look healthier than you do now!" Mary had always been too skinny, when her rather large breasts came in, it made her look ridiculous. Steven positioned himself, and began to rape her. "Some day you might even enjoy this, until then you just stay still, and don't fight or I will beat you." He began a rhythm, and continued. "You must come to terms with what you are, property, a hucow. The sooner you do, the least the chance of being treated like that." He looked at the vomiting, sobbing Bea. It was a good thing Steven had removed the jaw wedge, or else Bea would have drowned in her own vomit. "Mary, you are making this harder then it needs to be..." His words were stuttered as he pounded Mary's cunt. Then his words climbed in both pitch and volume as he filled the slave cunt full of baby juice. "...if you don't fight it, you may come to enjoy this life. You may come to worship me as your Master! Ahhhh. " He got up slowly, and undid the knots at Mary's feet, he then retied them above her head, so her cunt faced the sky. Steven wanted Mary pregnant, and made sure his seed didn't leak down her leg. He then untied Beatrice's arms and legs, then removed the lock on her chain around the tree. He instructed her to get some water to drink, and wash off. He put his pants back on, and sat next to the almost completely upside down Mary. He studied her face. "Yes, NOW she is broken. Now she is willing to serve, submit, and be the slave she was meant to be." He thought. He focused on the one tear that was dripping down her cheek, almost to her ear, and the tiny smile that briefly appeared on her face. Steven sat in between his two problem slaves talking to them about what he expected from his girls. He let Bea lay her head in his lap as he spoke. After an hour, he untied Mary's legs, put her on all fours and fucked her again, this time he let Bea get him hard with her mouth, and then she suckled on Mary's fat tits while their Master fucked Mary. "Thank you Master" Mary almost whispered after Steven had finished. Steven hadn't heard her. "I'm sorry, what did you say slave?" "Thank you Master" Mary repeated louder, and then stuck her ass in the air, to let her Masters semen enter her womb. "Good slave! Oh and you are welcome." Steven smiled at her for the first time in a real way. Steven looked up at the sky, it would be dark in about two hours. He needed to make sure the roof was on his house before it was dark, and wanted to fashion a large bed for himself, and his two wives to sleep in. He also wanted to put up pieces of sail around the bed to keep mosquitoes, and other insects out. Forgotten Island Pt. 01 Nadia was growing concerned. Steven had been gone almost three hours, and was missing dinner. The house had been finished, the bed put together, doors and shutters fashioned and secured. It even had steps and a porch. The front of the house faced the main fire and the four slave tents that flanked that far side of the now roaring blaze. The house was framed in bamboo, had vines woven in for strength, and then coated with mud on the sides. The roof overhung the walls by three feet all the way around so the walls would not get wet unless it was a typhoon. The roof consisted of bamboo, with a water resistant sail over it, and then thatched palm over that. It was quite waterproofed. Olivia had some ideas for a mattress and pillows once she spotted a cotton like plant growing all over in the jungle nearby. Jenny stitched it all together, put up the bug sails, and voila! A soft bed fit for her King. There had even been enough bamboo left over to build the stilts and floor for the large slave quarters / nursery. Lynn had worked faster than all the rest. She was able to lash joints together so incredibly fast and tight, none of it could have been accomplished without her. None of the other girls would speak of it though. Lynn seemed to do things too fast. They understood why the Masters in the new world wanted her in a factory. The other slaves didn't want her on the island however. She was unnatural, creepy. It didn't help that Lynn didn't speak much. When she did, it was nonsense, at least to the other slaves anyway. The mood in camp was a good one. Having accomplished so much in one day, filled all of the girls with pride. "Daddy will be so pleased with us" Lynn had told Olivia. Liv turned and looked at the creepy bright-green eyed girl. "He likes to be called that." Lynn finished. Liv raised her hand to the girl, "No speaking unless spoken to!" "All it took was water." Nadia commented to herself. "Water gave us the fuel to get things done.". Nadia added wood to the already roaring fire. Steven would need a light to find his way home if he stayed gone much longer. She put his food back into the pot next to the fire so it would stay warm. Olivia had made a large batch of fish stew, and there was still plenty to go around. "HOW IN THE HELL?????" Nadia spun to see the captain and his wide eyes that were focused on the house. Mary and Bea walked behind him, carrying their own chains. Steven had Olivia remove the chains for dinner. He had a feeling the two were very hungry. Then Steven's attention went back to the house. He walked in through the front door, found the bed and with a delighted chuckle laid down on the soft mattress. Olivia rubbed her eyes, because she couldn't believe what she was seeing. The once proud, holy, majestic Mary had finally come to terms with her slavery. Mary walked to where the pot was hanging, the smell of the steamy stew calling her. She got to her knees, bowed her head, and asked Olivia for permission to eat. "Mistress, may this slave eat?" Olivia gave a wide smile, then covered her mouth. "Damn!" The younger sister thought to herself. "Yes, you may." Olivia said, almost laughing. "Mistress, this one thanks you." Mary said, grabbing a wooden bowl and pouring stew into it. Mary sat with the others. The whole time she had been back at camp, she held her left hand on her lower belly. Now while she ate, she did the same. Olivia did not see a cut or bruise, and was curious as to what she was doing. "Mary, why are you holding your tummy?" Olivia cocked her head staring at the spot. "Mistress, I am holding on to my slave baby. Master gave her to me today, and I must keep her safe." Mary went back to eating. Jenny unconsciously moved her left hand to her lower abdomen. Olivia caught it, so did the rest of the slaves. The look on Olivia's face matched the look on all of the unfertilized slaves. Envy and jealousy. Olivia walked into the house, joining Nadia and Steven. They were on the bed talking about Mary. Olivia set down her whip, and removed the machete from it's scabbard. She climbed up on the bed opposite Nadia. She looked at Nadia. "So, Jenny and Mary have been bred, have you?" Olivia had an attitude that hit Nadia's ears all wrong. "You know I have, and yes I hope I'm pregnant." Nadia snipped back. Steven could hear the true immaturity of the girls when they spoke, instead of the leadership he had seen in the previous 48 hours. Olivia turned her head slightly to look Steven in the eyes. "Marry me Daddy, I need to be your wife." Olivia said in a tiny voice. Nadia laughed hard at first, at the paternal endearment, but then began to steam after Steven spoke. " Oh I love that you called me that. Yes, lets be married." Steven began to kiss her, while he removed his clothes. Olivia pulled her arms out of her loose dress, and kicked the rest down off of her, never losing her contact with husband to be / daddy / captain / Master. Nadia rubbed his back and kissed the back of his neck as her spouses became a tangle of arms and legs. "I wonder if I look that tiny under him?" She thought. She hadn't noticed how much taller he was compared to them until she saw him on top of Olivia. Nadia was angry at her for being so smart. It was Nadia that told her about Stevens plans to marry their daughters. Nadia had no idea that Steven was turned on by the incest part of it. She thought it was just as he had explained. "To keep the bloodline pure." but now that she thought on it. It explained everything. His preference for younger girls, the incest angle, the fact he wanted to breed a huge stable of wives in as little time as possible...and double that in slaves! Olivia had figured out before she did. It rubbed her raw. Olivia wasn't that smart. Cute sure, but not smart. She tried to put it out of her mind and try a new strategy. She dove in head first, her love for him was pure and could never be damaged. No matter how strange or perverted her husband could be. "Fuck her deep Daddy, fuck my little sister" Nadia whispered in his ear. Steven wouldn't have been able to get Olivia pregnant if she was in the highest of her futility cycle. Although he had no issue making love to his new bride, he just didn't have any baby juice left. He had just finished breeding Mary the second time, only an hour earlier. Olivia's soft skin felt amazing against him. When Steven began to finger her, he realized that she was definitely tighter than Nadia. Nadia had to stretch a bit to accommodate his cock. Olivia's cunt was tight around his middle finger. Steven knew he was going to love this, and Olivia was going to hate it all the way throughout. There would be no pleasure for her like there was with Nadia, or even Jenny. This was going to be difficult the first, second, hell maybe even the third time. His love for the girl won out over his greed for her tiny tight cunt. "Olivia, I think it's going to hurt really bad. It won't feel good like when you and Nadia got married." His mouth was right at her ear. She kissed him then said. "I don't care if it hurts more than a whip. I need this to happen immediately. I will be thought of as less than Nadia, and that's not fair. I MUST be your wife." Steven kissed her, then got up off of Olivia. She began to protest till she saw what he was doing. Steven grabbed Nadia's head and guided her mouth onto his cock. "Lube it good, your wife is depending on it". Nadia nodded with a mouthful. While Nadia worked, Steven helped Olivia onto her knees with her ass in the air, and her face in the pillow. "If you need to scream, scream into the pillow." "Okay Daddy.' Steven looked at her form. It was so close to perfect. Although her family had been well-to-do, Olivia had obviously been malnourished. She might have been 90 pounds, and maybe 4'-11" Yet all of this suited her demeanor. The perfect size, the perfect skin, the roundness, the pinkness. He could only think of one other that might top her. He began to finger her again, he needed to start before Nadia finished him off. He pulled away from her, her mouth made a plop noise that made Olivia giggle. "I'll be right here next to you. Hold my hand" Nadia said as she lay down facing her. Nadia pulled her dress off and kicked it to the floor. Steven lined up between the small lips and moved his cock up and down, spreading Nadia's spittle. He grabbed her bony hips and began to push shallow strokes. He hit resistance immediately. He pushed harder, popping his head inside, and stopped to let her relax and accommodate him. Olivia squirmed but fought the urge to scream. Tears were beginning to well. Nadia kept a hold of her hand and kept whispering to her, kissing her. Steven began to push further and the whines began. He figured the faster he did this, the better off she would be. He pushed all the way inside. Olivia convulsed in pain. Steven could not believe how good she felt. The evil in him wanted to fuck her forever. He sawed in and out of her for almost four minutes, savoring the way her tight cunny milked his seemingly giant cock. He felt a boiling in his loin and pushed into her with all of his might, dumping his meager load into her with a grunt. He was so deep in heaven he couldn't hear his new wife screaming and crying through the pillow. The pillow wasn't really helping stifle her volume at all. Steven was oblivious to it. He ebbed his cock three times inside her, and slid out of her like a shot. He collapsed on the bed next to her completely wiped out. When his hearing returned he heard Nadia whispering. "It's all over, like I said, it's gets easier every time you do it, soon you'll love it, like I do." Olivia's hands went to her gash. "Ow ow ow ow ow...I'm bleeding" Steven was trying to catch his breath, when he heard clapping, no that's applause. The slaves are celebrating. "Touching". Steven thought. Steven looked over at Olivia, who had Nadia between her legs, kissing and licking her wounded cunt. Steven sat up, and put on his pants at the edge of the bed. He stood, then turned bent at the waist to kiss Olivia. "You did great my dearest wife." Steven kissed her again. "This calls for a drink! Jenny open the whiskey barrel, it's time we had a party!" Steven yelled as he left the house, while Nadia and Olivia continued to please each other. Olivia's pain disappeared after Nadia ate her cunt for a few minutes. Olivia then returned the favor. Nadia had an orgasm, something Olivia couldn't do just yet. But the pain was gone. That was good enough. Without putting on any clothes, they went and sat on the porch. The slaves were all naked, drinking, smiling, laughing and dancing while Mary sang old English drinking songs. They drank well into the night. Steven gave the slave girls permission to have sex with each other. This was understood by Jenny, Mary and Bea. Mary who 24 hours earlier had been disgusted at the thought of two women together, now lustily ate Jenny and Bea's cunts to orgasm, they fed on each other all through the night. The others just watched, and practiced kissing. Steven and his two wives kissed and made out up on the porch, a few yards from where the slaves were. Steven awoke with a wife in each arm, a feeling that he was in heaven, and a hard on. He kissed Olivia on her head and slowly pulled his arm out from underneath her. He then turned toward Nadia who was facing away from him. He sucked his index finger and brought it down to her asshole. He slowly worked it inside her. She was still so drunk she didn't notice. With his left arm, he wrapped around her from underneath. With that hand he held the bottom of her thighs, pulling her knees to her chest. With his right hand he guided his cock into her virgin ass. It took some work, but soon he was inside. He started slow and shallow, working deeper with each stroke, till he was balls deep. Unlike with Olivia, he was going to take his time with this tight hole. Nadia wouldn't feel any pain for a few hours anyway. He paced himself, thinking of how Olivia's pussy was even tighter then this, then the thought struck him. All of the girls were passed out this deeply. He could have any of them without the guilt of the pain he caused. He stopped, pulled out of his wife,climbed over her to get out of bed then went to wash up. He cracked the door to look out. Nope. No one moving. He peaked into Mary's tent. Leslie was attached to Mary's tit, Mary's hand was between Leslie's legs, her other arm cradled Leslie's limp body. They were both fast asleep. "Someone's practicing for the future." He closed the flap and went to Jenny and Bea's tent. Inside he found Jenny in a tight embrace with Anna. Anna's neck covered in sucking bruises, her nipples erect. "Moving on.." In Anna and Lizzy's tent he found Lizzy asleep on her front. Bea had fallen asleep eating her ass!"Huh, guess she's got the taste for shit now." In the last tent he found Lynn by herself.. "Wonder why she was left alone?" Steven picked her up moved her over on the cot, and lay next to her. He had noticed from the first time he had set eyes on her, back on the Sharon, she was by far the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He had to touch her, feel her, caress her. The urge came to him so strong. Like wanting to rise out of water to breathe. He climbed under the covers with her and then pulled her legs apart. He slid down her body kissing, worshiping, every little part. Starting at her ears and lips. Kissing and sucking on her neck. He moved down to her puffy pink nipples and suckled them for a minute each. His cock was throbbing, begging for relief. He put her feet and calves over each shoulder, and kissed her tummy. Then on to the final destination. He kissed, licked and sucked her tight twat. He shoved his tongue inside lubing it well. She tasted like honey. . He pulled her legs down, the left, he set gently on the bed, the right he kept high and wide so he could see her opening. He placed his dripping cock there and pushed. The first two inches slid in with almost no trouble. She was even better than Olivia. He was drawn to the slave, and pushed the rest of the way in. He was able to bury all of it inside her. He took his time, switched positions, savored the tightness of her. Her wonderful body caressed his cock. She was made for him. He wished in the back of his mind he had married her that first night on the beach. Though he was all the way inside her, he kept it gentle. He wanted her to be none the wiser. Bruises would give it away.\. He felt the pressure building inside himself, he quickly opened her mouth with his hand, pulled out of her cunny and shoved the head of his cock in her mouth. The load was normal again, and Lynn began to cough and sputter, but eventually she swallowed all of it. He climbed off of her bed. He covered her back up, and kissed her forehead. "I love you" He whispered. For some reason, he did, he loved her with all of his heart. It was then he decided he needed a bigger bed. Forgotten Island Pt. 02 Day 4 When Nadia woke, her wife was between her legs, tongue buried deep. Although it felt good, something felt wrong. "Olivia baby, stop." Yes, something hurt, but in the fuzz of her first hangover it took a few moments to sort it out. Her ass hurt. It hurt at her pucker, and it hurt deep inside. "Oh wow." She remarked. Strangely she also felt pleasure and emptiness. She wished she had been awake for it. "What's wrong sissy?" Olivia looked up at her from below. "Daddy took my ass this morning." Nadia smiled. Olivia mirrored it. "My cunny doesn't hurt anymore!" Olivia chirped. "Good, honey...glad to hear it. Where's Daddy?" "Don't know." Nadia's face changed to concern. "Suppose we should find out, lets get dressed." The girls left the house, the entire camp was deserted. Olivia looked up at the sky. "It's past noon. Daddy let us sleep in on our wedding night." Nadia smirked, then closed her eyes listening. She heard chopping. "Come on, I think I can find them." Nadia grabbed Liv's hand leading her into the jungle. The girls looked completely out of sorts running in Nadia's bright blue, and Liv's bright yellow flowing, frilly dresses. They followed a freshly chopped path, deep into the jungle. They saw Lizzy first. She was wearing the new sail dress Jenny had made all the girls, and a bag lashed over her shoulder. "What are you doing?" Liv chirped. "Collecting jungle cotton for the new bed." Lizzy said plainly. "What new bed?' Nadia asked slowly. "The new slave bed." Steven answered. "You see darlings, after we went to bed the slaves paired off. Considering how kinky these little shits are, I figure it's better to keep them together in one bed. Besides, a well rested slave is a hard working slave." He didn't say anything about Lynn. Nadia had known the Captain the longest, and she had NEVER seen him in this good of a mood. "We will also need beds for the children" Mary said meekly, popping out from behind the Captain. "True Mary, very true. So most of the girls are collecting cotton, Mary, Bea, Lizzy and Jenny. The rest are chopping bamboo to finish the slave quarters and nursery building. Nadia dear could you keep an eye on em? I need to talk to Liv for a bit." "Sure Daddy, but then I need to talk to you okay?" Nadia knew what they were on about, and she was sure he knew what she was on about. "Yes baby, it'll be just a few minutes" He said walking away. Nadia heard Anna whisper to Leslie. "Daddy?'... 'Liv?' When did Mistress get a new name? I know they aren't related." Leslie replied "Don't know, but shut up if Mistress hears us, we'll get beat. Even if Master let Mary talk!" "That's true slave!" Nadia responded. And to answer your question Anna, "Liv" is short for Olivia, and he's "Daddy" cause he is the daddy to all of our babies forever.! Mary front and center!!" Mary crashed through the jungle and stood in front of her Mistress. Head up eyes down. "Don't you dare speak unless you are spoken to! Is that understood???" "Yes Mistress!" Mary reported. "Good, get back to work!" Nadia spit. From deep in the woods, Liv's voice "Honeymoon is over girls!" "Daddy, my pussy is fine. You need not worry." She spoke quietly. "Okay good, good. Do me a favor would you?" He looked at her with love. "Anything Daddy." "Keep an eye on Lynn. I think the other girls are leaving her out." He stated. "She is a little weird Daddy. She seems to think she is going to live forever, and says she knows the future." Liv smiled making a silly face as she imitated Lynn. "Like any slave would want to live forever." "Okay that IS weird. I suppose I should talk to her." He thought for a minute, "Wonder what she was saying now?" He kissed Olivia slowly. " Alright, go get Nadia, tell her where I am. Keep an eye on things till we get back." Liv ran off. Steven wondered if Lynn's imagination was a reaction from being put in chains, or if it was just a little girl trying to get attention. Soon the sound of a tromping Nadia through the jungle. "Hey Daddy, next time would you wake me up first?" They both laughed. "Baby, the other reason I needed to talk to you was, if Mary starts to get out of line again, I want you to handle it. I need her to be punished, but not the baby inside her. So start thinking of new ways. Oh and we need her tits intact. She's the only one developed enough to feed all three babies if you and Olivia are out working. "I understand Sir." "Alright, I'm going to head back, take over for Liv, and have Liv meet me back at the house with Lynn okay?" "Aye aye Captain". He kissed her deeply, and then swatted her ass. She let out a playful "Ow!" Then, "I'm still a little sore!" As she ran off, Steven started making his way back home. 4. Fences, signs, and Lynn Olivia was humming as she came up the stairs. She opened the door, and pushed Lynn inside. "Thank you dearest. Please go help your wife with the girls." Steven said from the edge of the bed. "Yes Sir!" She blew a kiss as she closed the door. "Come sit Lynn" Lynn stood eyes down, and disrobed, she walked over to where Steven was sitting on the bed, and sat on the floor next to his feet. Steven's heart jumped, and his cock began to stir, but he tried to push that away. "How are you feeling this morning Lynn?" He looked down at her. Her long straight jet black hair framed her gentle face, the dark thick eyebrows contrasted her bright green eyes. "Very good Master." she said. "Not just good, but very good huh? Why is that?" Steven's curiosity was piqued. "Because you love me." Flat, plain, no tone to her voice at all. "How do you know that?" "You told me this morning, after you made love to me." Monotone. "You were awake?" Steven was puzzled, if she had been awake, she would have reacted to the pain. "No not then. But I saw it all after. I felt different when I woke up, so I looked into the past to see why." Still toneless. He wondered if she was in a trance now. He knew that she had emotions...he had witnessed them. "You can see the past and future huh? The girls also say that you claim that you will live forever. That true?" "No." "No it's not true?" "Not forever, I will die eventually, by your hand with my pleas for you to make it so, but we will be over 200 years old when that happens. We will look exactly the same as we do right now." Now her tone had changed. She spoke from a distant place, as she watched it happen. She gave details as to the surroundings. She described her own slow, incredibly painful death by his hand. Not by event, but by what she was feeling, what her eyes could see. The method was still a mystery. Something to do with fire, at least he was fairly sure it had to involve fire. She continued. "I was alone this morning, because after we were drunk, I decided to wait for you to come for me. But I fell asleep." She paused. "The bed is a good idea, and you will have to anger Nadia to stay in heaven." Too many questions flooded Steven's mind. He decided to be general to see if she would give details. "How do I stay in heaven Lynn?" "Let Olivia die when she gets hurt, have me replace her. You will need to keep me close to get your power. When Nadia asks to leave Sharon, you must let her go. After that, keep anyone you want in our bed. When the natives come, let me speak for you. Some of your taboos will have to be lifted. In this way you will have the whole island, and be worshiped as God." This was lunacy. Plain and simple. Power? God? The thing that sold it first was the lifting of taboos. Steven didn't have any. Everything was open. Steven put his head in his hands, and shook his head. One thing was certain though, he was going to piss off the wives. He was going to keep this one close. Not for the "power", he had power,but because he was afraid she might be crazy enough to do anything. He would have to have a cage built for her to sleep in. "I'll be happy in the cage as long as you are close to me Master." She spoke with emotion now. A loving voice. Stevens jaw dropped. "She's hearing my thoughts?" Even with this astounding idea, his heart began to swim in love. He had felt it earlier this morning, now her voice, it sealed it. He loved her more then any other human being alive. He tried to hide it. He sat for 5 seconds staring down at the little woman, mouth gaping like a fish. He stuttered. "Na...No, no more of this." Shaking his head in disbelief. "You will be staying in the main house. You will be our..." "House girl." she said at the same time as him. "No more of this, we have to keep all of this secret. Now go grab some bamboo and build your cage. I will be checking your work, so make it strong." She kissed his boot, dressed, and retreated outside. Steven's head was swimming. Could this little girl be touched by spirits, God? Was she God? He was positive she wasn't God. Up until today, Steven had no religion other than gold and power. On the island, gold had no value, and all of his power had made him drunk. It seemed little Lynn had all the cards now. He would need to keep her close. For many reasons, but the main being to see if anything she said was true. He went over everything she said. Natives, she had said. To date there was no evidence of natives. Living 200 years was obviously an exaggeration. She had some sort of power. Steven had read about witches that could read peoples minds, or see the future. This was something more like that. One other thing, where were these intense feelings coming from? Yes she was a beautiful girl, maybe the most beautiful in the world. Yet, Steven was always in control of his emotions. This love, it was consuming him. It had come suddenly even with the two lovelies in his new bed. He had lost all control. In the end...he believed her about everything. An hour later the camp was alive with activity, Nadia was rushing to get the bamboo moved into the clearing behind where the tents were, as rain was looming. Nadia knew from Steven's teaching that in this part of the world, it could rain for an hour then stop, OR it could rain for three months before it stopped. Nadia wasn't sure, and she wasn't taking chances. She had Jenny move all of the jungle cotton into the main house along with the sail to contain it for the room sized mattress. Olivia was running the crew to collect as much dry firewood as possible. They didn't have but only half of the bamboo needed to finish the slave quarters. The firewood and bamboo was stacked below the main house just as the wind began to pick up. Nadia was wanting guidance as to what to do with the slaves, but Steven was nowhere in sight. So for the time being she told them to get to their assigned tents, and to stay there. It was then that she realized that she hadn't seen Lynn since Daddy had called for her. She asked Mary if she had seen her. "No Mistress." as she climbed into her tent alone. Jenny walked up and pointed into the main house. "The slave is in there my Mistress.". "Thank you. Now get inside your tent and stay there until I tell you to come out!. That goes for all of you. Stay inside till I say to come out!" She yelled over the wind. Nadia studied the sky. She tracked the cloud movement, noticed the elevation, the color. This was going to be bad. As bad as the storm that had reefed and wrecked them. She figured they had 20 minutes before it hit. When it hit, she wanted her husband home. She looked around. Olivia must be in the house. She ran up the three steps and pushed open the door. The door slammed into something that wasn't there when she left. " ow " Nadia heard. She closed the door and found both Liv and Lynn. Lynn was in a cage secured by a lock, A large "Jenny pillow" was her bed, It was more than large enough. Nadia turned to Olivia. "What is she doing in here, er there?" "Good question baby, I was about to ask her myself". Liv replied. "Slave, why are you in that cage in OUR house??" Nadia spat. Nadia accepted the marriage to Liv with open arms. She had followed her husbands logic on the breeding (on her wedding day no less) of the slaves. But she had asked him point blank about anymore girls in the house. Worse yet, the girls kept getting prettier. She was deeply afraid soon she would be too manly. "Answer me bitch!" Nadia was stressed real bad, the sound of her voice made Olivia jump. Strangely, Lynn didn't even blink. "Master put me here." She said in monotone. "Master...put you...okay. He must have his reasons. Did he say why?" The fact that Lynn showed no fear other than the protocol of her eyes being down was adding to Nadia's annoyance. "He said he wanted to keep me close, that I might be the house slave.' Pale, dry, emotionless speech. No fear, and no respect. She had not said "Mistress" once. Nadia would beat her...if she had the key to that lock on her bamboo cage. She thought about the machete on her hip...then thought better of it. Nadia was shaking. "Liv keep an eye on the new house slave, I'm going to look for our Daddy." Nadia had been clear with him, and had thought he was being honest with her that no others were going to be married into the family until her baby was old enough, and no slaves would live in their home. Nadia opened the door and ran down the steps, the door slamming behind her. She figured to head towards the river and move along it's bank. She had 15 minutes, after that she would go home, and protect their property. Olivia sat down on the bed staring at Lynn's dress folded neatly outside the door of her cage. She listened to the wind blowing outside. It was almost dinnertime according to the growling in Lynn's and her stomach. Olivia blinked and turned her eyes slightly to stare at Lynn, naked, sitting with her knees tucked up to her face. "She needs a blanket" No, that wouldn't happen. Liv had never seen Nadia angry before in the 4 days since the wreck, and she was sure that she didn't want that anger turned towards her.. Liv figured that Nadia did not like Lynn. Lynn was weird yea, she made up stories, sure, but she wasn't a threat. Steven would be with her always, he promised. Lynn looked up at her. Olivia blinked. "She's hungry." Olivia's mind observed. As Nadia stomped down the new path to the river muttering to herself, the wind continued to gain strength. She guessed that it must be up to 40 knots by now. Her guess was it would be up to 80 knots when the squall line was on top of them. Surely Steven had to see the storm coming. Why wasn't he home? She reached the river and made a right turn. The squall line was at her back, but she kept watching it. Thunder was now audible. She double timed it up the bank and began to yell. "Captain!!" She cleared her throat. "CAPTAIN!!" Her answer was nothing but wind. "CAPTAIN BLITZEN!!" She pushed on, eyes scanning the banks for tracks larger than her own. "Fucking little bitch thinks she's going to get HIS favor??? Not on MY watch" "CAPTAIN!" "Why would he leave the camp? Why would he leave Lynn locked in a cage, not knowing when she and Olivia would return?" Then her thoughts turned dark, What if he's hurt? What if he went to fish and drowned? Where there jungle cats on this island? She suddenly felt helpless again. Since they wrecked, she had felt like a leader. Not now. Now she was inexperienced in life, and now she was scared. If Steven didn't return, it would be up to her..."Possibly Mary." To take care of the nine of them. She knew how to fish, but not to trap. She didn't know how to load the pistols or the rifles to hunt. She was positive Mary didn't. "CAPTAIN! CAPTAIN BLITZEN!" What if they got sick or injured? Nadia only knew how to stop some bleeding, and how to set a bone. "What about when the babies come?? Her baby???" She stopped and looked behind her. This was farther up the river then any of them had traveled. She couldn't see the ocean. She couldn't find the captain. She couldn't lead on her own. She couldn't help Mary or Jenny give birth. She couldn't have her baby all alone. She dropped to her knees and began to sob. She looked around helplessly. "DADDY PLEASE!!" She felt weak. Quietly, almost to herself, or no one at all. "Daddy please, where are you? I can't do this on my own." She looked up at the sky. The squall was upon them. Even yelling was useless. The wind was so strong and so loud no one could hear her. She curled up into a ball next to the river, and cried. 4a. Lynn Schultz Above decks the men were yelling. The seas were incredibly rough. The smell around her was putrid with vomit and feces. The sound of cries and rattling chains filled the air between the groans and creaks of the ship. Below her, more crying. The shouts and complaints below were in a different language. Fear surrounded her in every direction. Lynn Schultz wasn't scared. She curled up her knees to her face and held her legs together with both arms. "Just another tempest I must cross, ride through it". When the men had come to the orphanage and loaded her on to the barred wagon five weeks ago, she wasn't scared. When they loaded her on to the boat set for the new world... firstly she knew they weren't going to make it, and because of that...she wasn't scared. Lynn hadn't spoken since she was dropped off at the orphanage at the age of 3, 15 years ago. At 3 she played alone at first. When it came time for school, she did her chores and did her school work. No one bothered her, and she bothered no one. She had almost no memory of her mother, what she did know was what the nuns had said. "She was burned for the practice of witchcraft." She heard two nuns talking about it. "Surprised she had time to be one of the devils brides, with all of the whoring she did." It was only when Captain Steven Blitzen came down to the upper slave deck that she finally spoke. She recognized the man. Her eyes lit up, and she smiled. Her first word in fifteen years was a simple one. "Home!" The girl next to her turned and looked at her. She had been near the Lynn girl since the wagon and had never heard her speak. Now she had, but she hadn't heard what. "What did you say?" The girl asked. "Home" Lynn smiled again. She pointed to the captain, climbing the stairs to topside. "I am going home". "Yeah right, you are going to the new world to work in a factory, and be raped all night, same as me." The girl half chuckled. "No, you aren't going to the new world, you are going to drown. Tomorrow you'll be dead, and I will be home." "Shut up you fucking cunt!" One of the girls named "Anna" across the way said, right before she resumed her favorite pastime. Vomiting and shitting herself. Lynn was so excited she could hardly contain herself. Much later that night,when the boat rocked violently, and rocks showed up, punching through the hull...she knew it was only minutes till she set foot on her new homeland, and a few days till the love of a thousand lifetimes would hold her in his arms. Water was pouring in. Below her, the screams were getting quieter, people were dying. Above her a mast crashed down onto the ship, and people were dying. Across from her, the mean girl was slipping below the water line. The Anna bitch broke free, and swam out through the hole. The little boy next to her drowned. Lynn couldn't be more happy, she was loving every minute of it. In a world of screams and death. Lynn was laughing. Forgotten Island Pt. 02 Laughing hard. The girl next to her stopped pulling on her chain, trying to escape the rising water when she heard the laughter. She looked at the Lynn girl, Lynn looked back at her. Lynn suddenly stopped laughing. Her dark brown eyes turned to a bright green. Lynn's eyes locked with the girl's, and she resumed her laughter. The boat pushed away from the rocks and then slammed back into them so hard, it broke the boat in half and pitched it 90 degrees. The bolt that held Lynn's chains to the hull was free. She dove into the water, and swam for the hole. She came up next to the rocks that were killing the large ship. There was far less screaming now. She held the rocks and watched the boat disappear. She smiled. She started to search the water for the captain. She didn't see him yet. Tomorrow. She began the long swim to shore. ######### The rain was beating down on Nadia hard. The winds were becoming too strong to stand in. She had to get back. The time for self pity was over. She was walking against the wind, so every leaf, grain of sand, or loose branch was now pelting her in the face. Where ever the Captain was, she hoped it was important. She fought her way back to the camp. The slave tents' support sticks were either broken or missing, and they were flapping in the wind. The only thing keeping them on the ground were the six stakes that had been pounded deep into the ground. Olivia was standing in the doorway of the house, looking worried. "Girls! Girls! Into the house, INTO THE HOUSE NOW!" Nadia screamed. Her voice was nearly gone. Probably would be tomorrow. The girls climbed out of their now broken flapping tents, Nadia and Liv helped them into the well built house. Shortly after the slaves were inside, the storm revealed it's full fury. Nadia was looking at the roof, hoping her knots held. She was real happy she decided to build it back 20 feet from where Steven had told her to. It was sheltered from the wind by the trees surrounding three sides. Nadia broke open some coconuts and some other fruit they had stockpiled, and handed it out to the girls. She dropped some in Lynn's cage as well. The temperature had dropped severely, so she had every one but Lynn get on the bed and cover up with the big blanket. She took a smaller piece of sail and gave it to Lynn. Jenny and Nadia ate, then began to work on the mattress. Nadia decided that instead of making just a giant fluffy mattress, they had enough sail to make a giant bag that could be slept in, or slept on as a giant fluffy mattress. Jenny's only question was how seven people would fit in it. Nadia corrected her. "Six". Nadia stated. "What Mistress?" Jenny asked. "It only needs to hold six, not seven. Apparently this one," She pointed to Lynn. "is the house girl now. Daddy wants to "keep her close". Nadia looked at Lynn, and caught Lynn staring. Those eyes made everyone uneasy. In fact, judging from the conversations she had overheard, Lizzy and Leslie were afraid of her. "Eyes down slave!" Nadia shouted over the wind. Lynn complied and went back to picking at her coconut meat. Nadia and Jenny worked by themselves until the girls were done eating. Then they enlisted as much help as would fit around the sleeping bag. Lynn watched from her cage. They finished it hours later, deep into the night. The girls jumped every time thunder crashed across the island. Fear was in every ones heart. Some girls were afraid the storm would destroy the house. Some girls were afraid of lightning and thunder. All of the girls were afraid Master/Daddy/Steven wasn't coming back. Two girls were afraid to fail taking care of their camp of nine. So they all slept together holding each other close in the bag that actually fit eight. One girl wasn't afraid. One girl was laughing as quietly as she could, under the sound of the storm. One girl was happy, excited, and knew where her Master was, what he was doing, and why he was doing it. One girl was alone in a cage. #################### Steven locked Lynn inside the cage. He put the key in his pocket and made a bag. Fruit, dried fish, spyglass, compass, rope, two loaded pistols, flint, machete, a corked bottle of water, sword and scabbard, rifle, two boot knives, a work knife, the parchment map he was making, a quill, ink, extra powder and shot. He figured to be back by nightfall. He needed to find these natives, or at least prove if they existed. If they did, then Lynn was telling the truth. He also figured, if he was out exploring and came across any wild game, he could bring home some meat. Steven had loved fish for all of his life, but he could do with a different meal. He had everything he needed, and was about to set out. He stopped in front of Lynn's cage, and knelt. "I love you. I'll be back tonight. I hope with some meat" She looked up at him, locked eyes with him. She said nothing, still Steven told her the truth. " I need to know you are telling the truth. I'm going to look for the natives. Here." Steven reached into his pocket and gave her the key to the lock on her cage. "In case something happens to me and the Mistresses." He gave her a wry smile. She took the key and her hand tucked it under her mattress. She spoke. Her voice was the sound of the sun setting, the sound of a warm fire on a cold night, the sound of love itself. "You will be fine, all of us will be fine. I'll see you tomorrow Daddy. I love you" Steven leaned in and kissed her, she returned it. He stood up, grabbed the rifle and bag and left, floating an inch off the ground. That's how it felt anyway. The feeling never left him. The intuition that everything would be perfect. There would be some difficulties along the way, but they could be overcome. Somehow this knowledge just came to him. Like he had read it. He wondered if Lynn had given him this, or was it just imagination? Could he be falling into her delusion? He trekked west following the shoreline, crossed the river where it met the ocean, which is where it was the most shallow, and south down the coast. He would have to move inland at some point, but he needed a landmark before he did so. After a mile or so as he was drawing the progress he'd made he spotted it. A rock looking like a lions head south of him about a quarter mile. That would be where he went inland. He got to the rock and began chopping down large pieces of bamboo. He laid them down in an arrow shape indicating which way he went. He hacked and slashed his way into the jungle for about a half mile, checking his compass as he went. He tried to keep a perfectly straight path so that he could find his way back out. An hour later he had made about one mile. He took a break and sat down sipping some water and chewing on a piece of fish. As he rested, he had gotten quiet enough that animals started moving around him. Most notably a couple of wild hens and a rooster. Steven pulled out a boot knife and marked the largest tree in the immediate vicinity with a "C". On his way back he'd have to catch one and take it back with him. If he was real lucky, he'd try to get a hen and the rooster so they could eat eggs, and chickens on a regular basis. He looked around for what might be their nest and after a bit of searching, found it. He rechecked his bearings and continued on. He made about another mile when he heard the wind kicking up. He looked around, but could not get a clear view of the sky. Another half mile and the elevation was becoming a sharper increase instead of a gentle one. The temperature was beginning to drop sharply. "Storm coming" he thought. "Better turn back before it hits.". He turned back east and started down. It was too late. The thunder seemed to be coming from all around him, the lightning was soon the only light he had. "Wish I had a torch!" he said to a tiny lizard running for shelter. "Guess I best hurry out of here too!" With the end of that sentence the sky opened, and the wind grew. He was somewhat sheltered from the wind, but the instant darkness was going to be a more difficult foe to overcome. The trail he had blazed was almost impossible to see. He realized he wasn't getting home tonight. "Lynn was right about one thing." He thought. He began to search for dry pieces of dead bamboo, wood, and grass. He piled it up and began striking the flint. After a bit of work, he finally had a fire. He constructed a quick shelter from the rain, and tried to keep some wood underneath it. It was going to be a long night. Day 5 He had fallen asleep at some point and woke when it was still storming. It seemed to be getting worse. He was cold, the fire was going out, and as hard as he tried to keep it alive, he was losing the battle. He huddled under the weak shelter and tried to stay warm. He thought of Lynn, and warmth washed over him. Once again he fell asleep. He woke close to dawn. The rain had stopped. He looked around and found himself NOT on the path he had cleared. He pulled his compass out and found north. He walked north for 10 minutes, looking for a clearing. He stopped, turned and headed south for 20 minutes, after 12 he crossed his mini camp. He went for a few more yards and still didn't cross his path. Well he knew the beach was east, so he'd just have to head east. He began to cut his way east, checking his compass twice as often as before. After about a mile he stopped to take a drink. The day was getting brutally hot with the new humidity. As he opened the bottle he looked down and saw a snare trap. It was baited with what looked like bread. His head reeled in all directions. There WERE natives. He began to dig in his bag for his spyglass. Putting it up to his left eye, he panned 360 degrees slowly. After making sure he was alone, he investigated the trap. The cordage looked like sinew. But the color was wrong. He began to take it apart. He felt the cordage, tasted it. It was sinew, but not like he had ever seen before. It wasn't from a cow, pig, horse or sheep. That he knew. He checked the bread. It was maize based he guessed. He knew the Spanish had said many natives used maize as a grain. The anchor was a sharp piece of bone. No metal in it's construction. So an untouched culture. He looked around the trap site on the ground. Any prints would have been destroyed by the rain, he was looking for anything discarded. He found something. He imagined it had to have been dropped. It was a obsidian arrow head. He put it in his pocket and felt something in there, that shouldn't...couldn't be there. The key to Lynn's cage. He pulled it out and examined it. It was definitely that key. He had been in that pocket a couple of dozen times since he left camp. It had never been in there. Only when he put the proof of the natives existence in his pocket did the key appear. That spinning feeling returned. This was happening. Lynn was telling the truth and she had some kind of magic. Steven felt his priorities and loyalties shifting. He needed to get home. He continued east a bit more slowly. He was too lost in thought. The floating feeling seemed to fade briefly, as did that warm blanket of safety that kept him warm during the storm. Natives could be a lot of trouble. Lynn's intoxicating voice appeared in his mind. "Not if you let me speak to them Daddy" There would be a lot more of them than us. "I only need to speak to their chief, and all will be well Daddy." We will not be able to communicate with them. "We will understand them, and they will understand us" They will have a strange culture, and we may compete for resources. "You will have to drop a couple of your taboos, and we will have all the resources we need Daddy." I miss you darling girl. "Come home Daddy, The big mattress is finished. The Mistresses are scared, the slaves are scared. I love you Daddy. Come home now please." That wasn't his imagination. She was talking to him in his mind. It was her voice. To him it was like she was whispering in his ear. The floating feeling returned. Stronger now than before. He checked his bearing again. Time to go. He took three steps when he heard it. He squatted down and held his breath. He looked around. He spotted the tree with the C on it. Now he knew what the sound was. He waited calmly for almost 15 minutes when the hen landed right in front of him. He snatched it's leg, and stood up. "Gotcha!" He smiled with the small victory. He was about to leave down his original path when the rooster attacked. He snatched it up in his other hand. Now he had to get home in a hurry, before he was pecked to death. When he walked into camp early in the morning, it looked deserted. The sail-tents were blown into the bases of the trees . It looked as if they had stockpiled bamboo, it was strewn on the north side of the house mixed with what could have been firewood. The stilts and floor of the slave quarters were intact, as well as the house. The heavy crates, barrels and other large supplies were somewhat buried in debris and sand, but looked to be secure. He kicked the door to the house. His hands were full and couldn't open the door. "Girls! I come bearing gifts!" Nadia opened the door. She was wearing a red dress with white lace. She looked quite upset. She reached up to hug him, but he pulled away. She looked horrified. "Nadia please find something to put the beans in and give me the large woven basket so I can put these live chickens in it!!" She seemed to understand. His hands were bleeding, and his pants had been pecked to shreds where ever the chickens could reach. "Bea, Anna, Lizzy, Leslie!!" He said it so fast it sounded like one long name instead of four short ones. They appeared on the porch in their still wet white dresses. I need for you to make a large cage with woven bars that are thick. Leslie, get lots of grasses, we need nesting material. The four ran off in different directions. "Jenny, Olivia!" They appeared, both staring at the chickens. "I need you two to take these things till Nadia gets the beans moved. DON'T let go, no matter how much it hurts when they peck. They are pretty tired and pecked out, but don't let go." He handed the rooster to Olivia, and the hen to Jenny. He walked to the shore and washed his hands. He stripped off his clothes and dove into the water to wash his leg wounds and get the chicken shit off of him. When he finished and came back to the house, stark naked. He handed his pants to Jenny to mend. His other clothes he gave to Leslie to wash. He headed straight into the house to get fresh clothes and to let Lynn out. Nadia tried to get his attention, but he walked right past her. Fact was he didn't even hear her. He was focused on Lynn. He walked in the house. Lynn was the only one inside. He unlocked the cage. It was then he noticed the large mattress on the floor. It had been finished last evening like Lynn had told him. Lynn got out, stretched, and knelt at his feet, head up eyes down. Her long dark brown hair covered her nipples and rested in her lap covering her cunt. "How are you Lynn?" He look down on her fondly. "I am well, and you Daddy?" She was smiling. "Better now that I am home. Get dressed darling we have lots of work to do." He walked to where his clothes were folded and put some on. "Can I see it?" She ignored his order, followed him, watched him get dressed and waited for his answer, when he turned to speak she looked directly up at him. Slave protocols were all but gone with her, and he didn't care. "See what?" He asked. "The obsidian arrowhead." She said plainly. He didn't have it, he left it in the pocket in the pants Jenny was mending. She knew about it though. He hadn't said a thing. Her magic was real. "Yes go get it, Jenny has my..." "Okay Daddy, I'll get it out of your pocket, and bring it to you. Are you going to tell them about the natives?" "I believe I will have to tell them everything. Other than our little secret." He smirked. "Sounds good to me Daddy". She reached up to indicated she wanted a hug. He picked up her naked body holding her tight, kissing her. She mind-whispered a picture to him. It was Nadia coming toward the house. He set her down and she went to put her dress on. Lynn walked out. A second later he heard Nadia. "Where are you going." "To fetch Masters pants Mistress." Steven could see Lynn stop in front of Nadia, kneel, then answer. Then he heard Nadia's mind. "About time you remember who I am... you fucking little twat. I'd kill you if I could" The pictures were from Lynn's eyes. He was able to see and hear everything Lynn could see and hear. Including other peoples thoughts. He wondered if she could hear his thoughts. Clear as if she was standing next to him. "Yes of course I can Daddy" He smiled. He liked this new ability. "How long have you been able to hear my thoughts?" A genuine question. "Since you made love to me, and became my mate for eternity" He was taken aback by her answer. She wasn't editing her thoughts that was for sure. "You can't edit thoughts Daddy, and eternity isn't long enough." She added. Steven looked through her eyes and saw Jenny talking, but not hearing what she was saying. Steven thought this would be because Lynn wasn't bothering to listen. "That's right Daddy, I'm listening to you, and the way you figure things out". He couldn't help the next thought, it hit his brain and escaped before he could stop it. "What is she really? Who is she really? A witch? The devil incarnate?" "Oh Daddy, don't be so dramatic. I am exactly what you want, what you need, I was conceived for you alone. I have one purpose in life. To give you all of your worldly desires, and then rule by your side, while enjoying the fruits of my labors." "Nice try" Steven thought. "But you didn't answer my question." There was a pause. Nadia had stopped her. Steven looked in and listened. "Fucking little liar...thought she was getting Steven's pants!" Nadia thought. Steven got angry with her. He heard with his ears a sharp exclamation. "Ow! My head!" Nadia cried out. "Be careful Daddy you are getting stronger and you can hurt people with your anger." Lynn distracted her. "Master wanted this out of his pants pocket." "What is that??" Nadia took it out her hand and began to examine it. While she did,.Lynn told her "It's an arrowhead" " The answer is I'm the daughter of a whore, drunkard and a witch." She asked for the arrowhead back from Nadia. "Master is going to call a meeting, he wants to tell all of us about what he found." Lynn told Nadia. Steven stood on the porch of the house. He looked over the camp which was cleaned up and reorganized. The population of the camp were standing on the ground in front of the porch waiting to hear what news the captain had to give. In front stood Olivia and Nadia, their arms around each others back. On Olivia's right stood Bea, Jenny and Anna. On Nadia's left stood Mary, Lizzy and Leslie. Lynn sat behind them all. "There are several things I need to talk to you about. I have been seeing and hearing things that are upsetting to me. I also made some big discoveries across the river." Steven announced. "Chickens!" Leslie shouted, then giggled. "I named the girl Martha, and the boy chicken Robert!" This got a laugh from all. Steven wasn't smiling. He held up his hands and yelled "SILENCE!" "The first problem I noticed is, some slaves are breaking protocols, right and left. This is unacceptable." Nadia nodded. Steven continued. "When these protocols are broken, some are punished, some are not, depending who sees it. What I'm saying is, favorites are being played..." Forgotten Island Pt. 02 Steven looked up as he spoke. Lynn was lip syncing every word he was saying, as he said it. They were completely connected now. They thought as one, but acted as two. The Master and the slave, father and daughter, husband and wife, eternally, working toward a common goal. "... And you can see who is favored by whom, by where you are standing now." They all looked around. Lynn lowered her head and looked as sad as possible, she was sitting way behind them all on a little dune of sand.. When they all turned to look to see where she was, guilt flowed through the girls like a wave. Lynn played them well, and Steven was proud. Now it was Steven's turn to put on a show. "So here is what is going to happen. I was your Master, now I am your Daddy. We will act as a family. The children of the family do not have any power. My wives are not your Mistresses, they are your Mothers. They have very little power. No more chains, no more whips, unless you hurt my family. If you do, you are removed from the family. Either by a return to slavery, or by exile for small crimes, or death for large ones. Exile is being lost forever. If you decide to leave on your own, good luck. Those that help the family will always have my love. If you give me a daughter, you will become a wife." A wave of joy went through the former slaves, Steven could feel it. He could hear their thoughts, all jumbled together. Lynn however was laughing hysterically on the inside, it was contagious, Steven almost smiled. There was something behind the laughter. Something he couldn't quite figure out. It was old, no...It was ancient. "Don't worry about that now, I'll explain it when the time is right. I love you Daddy. Start talking, they are all looking at you." He looked at Nadia. There was fury there, but she wasn't commenting in her head. "Now the interesting news." He waited for a moment for the girls to collect themselves. "When I was across the river I found solid evidence that there are natives over there. They have been within two miles of us recently. Eventually they will find us." He let that sink in. "When they do find us, whoever spots the native must run and get me. After you have told me, I need you to round up the rest of our family and get them in the house. You will stay there until I give the all clear. Now the natives around here were once conquered by the Spanish. Do any of you speak Spanish?" He knew the answer ahead of time. "Oh good. Then she needs to be outside with me when the natives come." The girls all looked at each other. No one had their hand raised. Then they looked behind them. Lynn had her hand up. Now Nadia commented "Oh, how interesting." Both Steven and Lynn picked it up on their telepathic ears. Steven thought. "If she hates that, she'll really hate this." "Instead of a slave quarters, we will modify the existing home. It will be expanded to double the size. In this way the family is together at night in case of attack by the natives. We will create a double thick wall in one room. It will act as shelter in case of attack, and soundproofing when the babies are born. The mothers will stay with the babies. It will be known as Mary's room, because she will have the job as nursemaid." Mary nodded.. "I'm real valuable. The only one with tits to feed all the new babies." "Mary, what I told you about what you will be to me, will not change." She nodded again, happy to fill the role as breeding cow. "Breeding cow, for now...wife in nine months." Steven caught the thought, the small smirk on her face, and the dirty look she shot at Olivia. Mary and Jenny both put their hands on their wombs. One way ticket to marriage. Nadia scowled. Steven continued. " The excess raw materials will be used as fencing, and cages for the chickens and any other animals we can domesticate. We will need a fence around this camp. After the fence is done, we can do the domestic fencing and the chicken coop." A hand raised, Steven looked, it was Olivia. "Yeah Liv?" "What animals did you see? I mean, besides the chickens?" Steven was thinking, he told the truth even though Lynn had transmitted "There are goats and pigs on this island, feral by now...but they are here". " I only saw the chickens, but it is a good bet that we will find something else tamable." Steven answered. "Now to the sleeping arrangements..." Steven listened for Nadia's thoughts. Nothing came. Olivia hadn't made a comment mentally the entire time. "The big mattress will be set next to Daddies bed. The two beds will be stitched into one huge one, with plenty of room, and cuddling for all." Again a wave of joy. Except one. Nadia spoke. "Anything else dear husband?" She was pissed, and she made sure everyone knew it. He just looked at her. Steven got everyone organized. They moved the stilts and floor from what would have been the slave quarters to the north side of the house. They lashed the house frame and the new frame together. They took down the north wall in one piece by untying or cutting vines and ropes. They put together 2 more walls. Wove and lashed them into place. When this was finished, they constructed the roof. They were almost out of sail. At dinner, Steven waited till she had finished eating, then walked up to Nadia and pulled her aside. "We need to talk." He said quietly. "Damn right we do!" She said, clear enough for everyone to hear. Steven walked with her up to the house. He opened the door for Nadia and she walked inside. Steven closed the door behind them, then reached way back and slapped her. Nadia spun, tripped over her own feet and fell to the floor. Steven moved quickly and stood over her. He grabbed a handful of her sandy blond hair, and pulled her face to his. "I know you think I'm betraying a promise to you, however, when that promise was made we had no idea that we were sharing this island with someone that has been here a hell of a lot longer than us. I don't think they may take too kindly to the fact that we are going to be building families here, using resources, setting roots, growing crops. I want you to think real hard about those girls outside. Are there any of them that you have grown to love? What about the baby in your womb? Do you want to see these people gutted alive? I know I've grown to love them all. I don't want to see them dead. I want to make sure they all stay alive. I want them to live long lives, and have many babies so we have a happy community. More over, I want to be happy leading this community with you at my side, don't you?!" He let go of her hair and let her lay down. She took a deep breath and began to cry uncontrollably. Her emotions ruled her. "You are going to take all mothers that give you a daughter as wives?" She sniffed deeply, trying to hold back the flood. "How is that keeping us safe?" Steven leaned back down. "You are still second in command, but one more incident like this, and you may find yourself in chains. You may not like this decision, but it's your captains and husbands decision and you will respect and follow it." He grabbed her hair again. "Is that clear?" She said nothing. He shook her head by the hair. "IS THAT CLEAR!?" He was a half inch from her face, squeezing and pulling the hair from her head. "Yes SIR!". She said and then went back to sobbing. He lowered his voice to a stern but low tone.. "You ever question my orders, or show that much disrespect again, and you will regret it." He walked toward the door, and stopped and turned back to her. "Oh, to answer your question. Natives might be quick to take my slaves as their own in the middle of the night, just as petty theft. Taking a wife of mine is much more then theft, I would hope their chief would not want his wives taken, then enslaved or killed. That is why I will marry all those that bear me a daughter." He turned back to the door. "I'll give you some time alone." Steven said as he walked out. It was getting dark, as Steven walked out of the house. As well as they tried to hide it, all of the girls were nonchalantly looking at him. Steven walked up to the whiskey barrel, and poured some into a large cup. He replaced the cork, and began walking around the point and towards the old camp. When he arrived at the old slave camp, he sat down and took his first sip of whiskey. "You don't have to sneak, I know you are there." He announced. "How did you know Daddy?" Liv asked. "I could hear you." He said plainly. "That's impossible, I was way behind you." Steven was telling the truth, He didn't hear her footsteps though. "I have many tricks baby, and knowing when I'm followed is one of them." "Planting the thought in your head to follow me is another". He finished in his mind. "What are you doing here?" Liv sat facing him. Steven took a sip. "I'm thinking over all of the decisions I've made and wondering if I made any mistakes." He said, eyes focused on the pint cup. "I haven't seen any mistakes, you've taken good care of us. You are always thinking ahead" She cocked her head slightly, and looked up at him. "Nadia has a differing opinion hon." He smiled to his whiskey. "Daddy, Nadia wants you all to herself. Heck, she wants me all to herself as well." She chuckled the last part, thought for a couple seconds and said with a smile. "The reason she hasn't been bugging you for sex is, every time we are alone, I have to do lip service to her, down there, till she cums." She pointed to her groin. "I've been neglecting you as well dear wife, I shouldn't do that. You are important to me, and I love you. I don't want to lose you." He handed her the cup. "You are never going to lose me, I'll be next to you forever!" She leaned forward and kissed him, holding the cup out to the side careful not to spill it. She sat back, and took a sip. Then said, "If I drink this, is my ass going to hurt tomorrow when I wake up?" They both laughed long and hard. After a minute Steven said; "No baby, but you will be sore someplace else." He took the whiskey from her and set it on a flat rock. He told her to stand, and he got on his knees. He reached over and pulled her dress off over her head. He set it off to the side and pulled her toward him. He began to kiss her deep and long. He knew it may be the last time, and he was going to make sure he remembered it, and she would enjoy it for as long as she had left. As he made love to her on a bed of leaves over the sand, in her heart she hoped it would last forever, and in his heart he was saying goodbye. He sensed her enjoying the passion that was still so new to her young heart, and tried to make it last. It was only when Liv asked to stop cause she was sore that he finished. They made out on the beach for another hour, drank the whiskey together, got dressed and walked home. Olivia sensed something was wrong by the way Steven was talking, but put it on to the fact that she was tipsy, and dismissed it as best she could. The girls were sitting around the fire, discussing what they might expect from the natives. There was a positive attitude to it. How we have guns, they don't. There might be animals to trade...and the like. One slave, he didn't catch who, was wondering about boys. He assumed it must be one that had not been mated to him yet, and dismissed it. He refilled his cup, and watched the girls from a distance. They hadn't seen him arrive. Olivia had gone ahead to the house to check on Nadia. Jenny, Bea, Anna, Lizzy and Leslie were huddled together with their backs to the house. Mary was cuddling Lynn on the opposite side of the fire, facing the house. Being able to sit by the fire late, was a perk from their new freedom. Sleeping in the house without the duress of a storm was another, and all of them were looking forward to it. Steven thought "Does she actually care about you or does she share the opinions of the others?" Lynn replied. "She does care, although she does fear me somewhat. She isn't 'kissing ass', as you put it. I can tell you she's planned to upset you." Steven thought. " Planned to upset me?? Why?" Lynn thought wryly "She thought she wanted to be your wife, but she doesn't want the responsibility, she doesn't want to make decisions, she just wants her chains back. She wants to be the breeder cow you promised to make her. Safety in her place as nursemaid, but no decisions. In a way I envy her." "Why would you?" Steven asked "Because I will have to make decisions, She is a tall, healthy woman, and pushing a child out of her wide hips will be real easy, compared to what I will endure." Even in her thought, she sounded terrified. But Steven didn't put it together. "You'll be fine when you get a little older. Your hips will grow and expand." Steven explained. "No Daddy, they won't. I am going to no longer age, once you took my hymen I stopped aging. The only thing that will change is, once I am married to you, I become very futile, that very minute. When you put your seed in me, I WILL conceive, it will insure us as a power when our first daughter is born. The problem is, I will not ever look anything but the starved, skinny girl I am now, The baby will be a normal size. It will come close to killing me every time I carry, and especially when I give birth." Horror overtook all thought in Steven's mind. He tried to imagine an 8lb baby coming out of a 5 foot woman that might weigh 80 or 85 pounds. "How many times will this happen?" Steven asked. "It will happen every 11 months, for eternity if you require. Perhaps until I beg you to kill me. My daughters will all have the same blessing...or curse, depending how you look at it, as I do. The first time you bed them, they will stop aging. The curse is, the younger they are when you take them, the more powerful they will be. The more children you sire, the stronger you will become, not just because your powerful daughters or wives will always be your loyal slaves, but you yourself will gain more power. You will be able to do things none can imagine." Steven let that roll around in his mind. Eternity? Kill her? No. Then he asked. "Did your mother have this?" "Yes, but she didn't have a Master, she wasn't a slave. One has to be a slave to a Master. I will always obey you, even after we are "married", I will still be your slave. My mother was killed before she could find a Master. I was 3, and taken to an orphanage. I didn't start feeling my power till I saw my Master. Then this all started in my world. Steven listened to the conversation at the fire for a bit. Lynn did as well. Then Steven asked. "So why can I hear thoughts already?" "Because you took me, but denied your seed to my womb, but still gave it to me. We'd both be much stronger if I were pregnant. I know you have to wait, and as you are still adjusting to THIS I knew, as I always will know...Your way is best Master. I am but an extension of Your Will" She looked in his direction from the fireside and pursed her lips in a kiss. She asked: "Did you say goodbye to her?" He didn't answer in thought. Instead he walked over to the whiskey barrel to get his third cup. "Tomorrow is going to be a bad day" He said said under his breath. He stayed away from all of them. They eventually went to their new bed, and went to sleep. When they did, he walked over to the dying fire, and re-stoked it. He wanted to get too drunk to fuck, and accomplished the task. His affections were crystal clear to the girls when they saw him in bed, upon morning, clutching Olivia in both arms, and Lynn had both her arms wrapped around him. Steven was still passed out when it happened. Day 6 The perimeter fence was done, as had been discussed. A bamboo fence buried 6 feet deep in the soil/sand, 8 feet tall from the ground level, with the tips of the fence whittled to a sharp point. Lynn had whittled each fence post with incredible speed. It just made her case worse with the others. Mary noticed, but pretended that it had to be normal. She had an intuition that Lynn was very important to Master. More important than either of his wives. She should be good to the strange girl with the super long, dark brown hair, and bright green eyes. It was late in the afternoon and very hot. The girls were thankful to go fishing in the ocean. Mostly swimming and wading, with a little fishing for dinner. Olivia and Nadia were in the trees getting coconuts. Nadia was up a tree 40 feet outside the perimeter fence, Olivia was on a tree right above it. Both had machetes hanging from their waist. "You still mad at him?" Olivia asked, scooting up the coconut tree 2-3 inches at a time. She had tried to situate her dress so it was between her vagina and the tree, but to no avail. Her legs, and already sore cunt were now getting rubbed raw. Daddy had made love to her for almost an hour before she became too sore. At least this time she enjoyed it, well 90% of it. "Yes and no." Nadia started. "I am still a bit hurt he didn't explain this to me before he told everyone else. However, I now do see his reasoning. We should be lucky, if the natives attacked today, those sleeping the closest to him would still be left behind." "That would have been me and the weird one." Olivia said. "Oh yeah thanks for that dagger you bitch." She gave a wounded laugh. "Still, I was between you and the wall. I'd have been safe." She paused. "Speaking of strange. Daddy had a death grip on you this morning, like you were trying to get away from him. He try to get your ass, and you try to escape?" Now Nadia gave a genuine laugh, to her the joke was still fresh. "Ha - Ha wife, No we actually made love on the beach for over an hour last night. Right by the old slave camp. It was everything you said it would be. I am sure glad I followed him out there...I could tell something was wrong. I mean I heard you two fight. I guess I wanted to see if he was okay. I checked on you as soon as I got back home. You were already asleep. So I snuggled up with you." Liv thought for a minute. "I guess he just wanted to cuddle." Nadia felt jealousy prick her already wounded heart. An evil thought crossed her mind, and as soon as it did... Olivia was almost within reach. She let go of the tree with her right hand, putting her balance on her sore legs and poor cunny. As she grabbed the machete to cut the coconut down, her sweaty legs and crotch lost grip on the tree, and she swung upside down. She got her feet hooked to each other in time to stop her fall. The machete fell the 15 feet to the fence tip, bounced off, and then fell the 8 feet to the ground. Her dress fell over her face, she couldn't see. "LIV! Hold on! I'm coming!" Nadia scooted down the tree as fast as she could. Making a foot every two seconds...it wasn't fast enough, but she didn't dare jump yet, too high. Olivia could feel her sweat slicked feet slipping. She tried to get them hooked back together, but they slid back to a dry spot on her feet. The friction of her skin on the tops of her feet was holding her up. "Almost there Liv, almost there, hang on, hang on, I'm coming!' Nadia looked down, 10 feet. I have to do it. Nadia slid her body around so she was upside down, then hung on the tree by two hands, then dropped. "OW! Mother of god!" Her ankle had rolled sideways upon landing, and Nadia landed in a heap. The sound of Nadia screaming distracted Olivia's concentration, her feet gave way. Olivia was able to turn face down to put her arms out in front of her, but she couldn't see what was coming. The fence post caught her above her belly button, punching through her diaphragm and puncturing her lung. Her dress fell back down. She could see she was caught. Her weight was feeding the tip of Lynn's ultra sharp bamboo fence. She used both hands to push off where the two poles met on each side, once the point of it was out, she fell backward 7 feet, hitting her head and all went black. Forgotten Island Pt. 03 Neighbors Day 97 Jenny Blitzen hated this part of the day, and couldn't really see what the value of her Empress chair was. Second Wife or Second Mother, seemed like a good idea at the time, but what it really meant was Lynn's personal torture slave. Sure it was true Jenny had less work to do, and now that she had taught all three of the girls how to sew, she had a lot more leisure time. This morning Jenny was drinking as fast as she could, bearing the daily increasing weight of Lynn, sitting directly on and in Jenny's mouth. Lynn's piss was less salty today, for that she was thankful. She licked Lynn's lips clean. Lynn got up and put on her blue dress. Jenny, buttoned it for her. As Lynn brushed her hair, Jenny got a drink of water to wash the piss flavor down out of her mouth then waited still naked, and needing to pee badly herself. "Dress, then go out back, before you have an accident on the new rug." Lynn said. Jenny looked down. It was a nice rug. The girls had been slaving tirelessly to churn out all sorts of items with the jungle cotton. Daddy had given instructions on how to build the small machines needed to turn the cotton to thread, and Jenny had taught them how to sew. Jenny put on the slightly worn, and a size too big, yellow dress that had been passed over by Lynn. She ran outside, around the chicken barn, and to the outhouse. She closed the door, and hiked up her dress, sitting down just in the nick of time. She thought about going fishing, dismissed that. Thought about hunting, and quickly dismissed that too. She finally decided on looking for pearls. She finished, cleaned up with the towel, and made her way to the shore, after stopping and grabbing a knife. As she walked with the knife in her hand, she remembered the seemingly countless trips they had made to the wreck of the ship. They literally walked past Nadia dozens of times, trying to secure any goods before Nadia could get them in the successive dives.. Once they had scoured the wreck, they left Nadia and Beatrice alone for the last sixty-some odd days. Nadia, tried not to notice the six of them while it had gone on. Even that was difficult, as Lynn never dove, and instead focused on Nadia during each of their day trips. Nadia was okay with the looks. However the blinding headaches and nosebleeds were another matter. Shitting her clothes was annoying. Pissing herself was mandatory by Lynn's standards of torture. The scary thing was being paralyzed or having her body controlled by Lynn. Truly, truly frightening. Nadia was glad when they had finished. She was smart enough to do a few dives on the first day back to the old camp. From the shore Jenny was missing the sounds of the usual morning routine. Lynn demanding breakfast. Lynn demanding oral sex while she ate. Daddy always had Lynn at night, and Jenny in the morning, so he was satisfied by the time breakfast was served. Mary serving breakfast, humming happy tunes while Liz and Les cooked. This morning Jenny couldn't be bothered with it. She didn't want breakfast or sexual favors. Mary, Lynn, and her were now into the second trimester, and the sickness had passed. She was going to enjoy this morning, doing something useful, but fun. This was the third time she had gone looking for pearls, and she had yet to even find the right kind of mollusk. She gave up, and started to build a sand castle of sorts. She had just finished the main seaside turret when she heard yelling. She looked back toward the house. Coming out of the gate was Leslie, she had turned and began to run toward Jenny. She was screaming something, but Jenny couldn't make it out. Jenny got to her feet and began to run toward Leslie. "What?!?" Jenny picked up as much speed as possible in the dry sand. Finally after the distance had closed she could finally make it out. "Get inside, get inside!" Leslie was screaming. Jenny was almost to her now, Leslie had stopped and began running the opposite direction, toward the gate of the eight foot outer wall. . Jenny was pacing her. They rounded the gate ran inside, and Anna closed and barred the door as soon as Jenny's left foot was clear. *** It had been Lizzy's turn up on the fence. She noticed the figure across the river on the second pass with the spyglass. Leslie was under her planting the now near root covered potatoes. "Leslie, get Jenny, she's outside the fence...there's someone across the river!" Lizzy yelled. Then came her scream. "Daddy! Native on the river!" Anna got to the gate first, Lizzy told her to wait. Twenty seconds later and Jenny was in. Anna slammed the gate and barred it. Steven jogged up flanked by Mary and Lynn, all carried guns. Steven climbed up to the platform and took the spyglass from Lizzy. He peered through it, found his quarry and watched. He began to narrate what he saw. "Thought you said one native Lizzy, there's four, five, six. Make that seven. One male and six females." He paused, adjusting the spyglass. "Yes just the seven. Looks like if they came for a fight, they are looking for a fair one. Those girls aren't much taller than you. Male is in the lead. Means their society is a patriarchy." Only Mary knew what that meant. "They are crossing the river headed toward us. Mary, I need you up here with the guns. Anna you too." Steven took two pistols and musket from Mary, and headed down the ladder. He handed Lynn a pistol and tucked his pistol in his waistband behind his back. Lynn grabbed a piece of rope and tied hers in the same spot. She looked silly in a form fitting dress, with rope around it. Not one said a word. Steven and Lynn stood behind the gate, Mary was on the platform and took over the narration. "Daddy, they are about 60 yards away, walking slow, male in the lead. Whoa, their females don't wear clothes!" Mary said with the spyglass to her eye. She studied the deeply tanned, healthy forms of her possible enemy. They had straight black hair, and if they were adults, they were smaller then Europeans. Regardless, Mary thought them to be beautiful. Then she noticed the spears. "They are armed with spears!" Mary announced. Anna stood next to her, and was lining up a shot on the male with her musket. "40 yards!" Mary announced, a bit quieter. "It's time, Jenny, close the gate behind us, and grab the last musket. Lizzy man the gate after Jenny is on the platform. Remember my loves what you were taught, in case this goes bad. Load carefully. " Steven and Lynn walked through the gate and walked forward 20 yards stopping so that the guns would have a good shot. Both checked to see if the pistols were easily grabbed behind their backs. Steven studied the spears they carried, obsidian tipped with that same cordage as the trap he discovered. He guessed they were about six feet long, a half foot taller than the male in the group. When the natives got within deadly distance with the spears, they stopped. "Why are you on our island?" The male said. As soon as the words left his mouth he was covering it. The girls around him looked confused. The males eye were wide, as if someone had ripped out his tongue. Lynn looked at her husband. "I taught him English through telepathy." She said nonchalantly. "Thanks dearest, mind teaching the others while I take care of diplomacy?" Steven asked. "Yes my Lord." Lynn smiled. "We are here because you asked us to be here." Steven said, playing the role that Lynn and himself had prepared for since the wedding. "We did not ask for a single man with strange skin, and his daughters. We asked for God." The native snarled. Steven raised his left hand. Anne fired a shot into the ground right in front of the male. They all jumped at the sound and held their ears. Not realizing that the lead ball had buried itself six inches in front of his feet. "I am your God, as is she, my wife." Steven told the male. Those that Lynn had programmed with English, knelt in front of them, the other three females looked very scared and confused for five seconds, then followed the action, The male stood. "No God needs a wall. No God needs a wife!" The male said. Steven stared at him, unblinking. Slowly Lynn lifted him off the ground, his eyes focusing on the native mans chest. One inch, then 5 inches. Lynn was getting the hang of it and pushed him up off the ground six feet. The native man dropped his spear and began screaming. Lynn slowly lowered him to the ground. The females stayed bowed on their knees, and after watching what had happened lowered their heads. They began to chant in English. "Holy one, I am a lowly one, bless me, and save me. Holy one, I am a lowly one, bless me and save me. I wish to feed my tribe, save me to be full so I can feed many, I wish to feed my tribe, save me to be full so I may feed many. Holy one, make me whole so I may join you." Over and over again they chanted. For the first time since the beach when Nadia found him, Steven was confused. The male dropped to his knees. "Oh no, come to me Chief." Steven ordered. Lynn again smiled. The male crawled to Steven's feet, and spoke. "You are God! You have come to help us!" The male began to rattle off problems and issues so fast, that even if it was all in English, Steven wouldn't have been able to understand it. Steven probed his mind. He got a clear picture of the problem. Then he saw a series of pictures in the natives mind that made no sense at all. After these pictures, Steven looked for something easy and useful, his name. Steven tried to make sense of the rest of the pictures. "Mesola, your people are giving birth to only females. this true?" Steven asked the now sobbing First Guard of the Dolcett people. "Yes my God, only one in 20 is male!" Mesola's tears were starting to relent. "We have no wild meat left near our camp, and cannot spear the fish on our beach, as they are too small!" "Show us your village." Steven ordered. He sent thoughts to the girls. "Stay on guard, Mary make dinner and get them on shifts to watch the perimeter. Mary you take the middle of the night watch. We'll be back in two days." Mary dropped the musket and held her head. She turned to Anna and said. "They really are Gods." ############# Steven packed a bag with weapons, water and equipment. During the trip he couldn't help himself, Lynn wasn't trying to hide it either. They both feasted their eyes on the native girls, as they walked the 12 miles to their village. The women were aged between 18 and 35, and were in perfect physical shape. Mesola explained that no women were allowed to live long enough to see grandchildren being born, that meant most women died at the ripe old age range of 29 to 40. Steven didn't ask how they died, he had seen some pictures, but they still didn't make sense. He wanted to be omnipotent, not quite there yet, he waited to see it for himself in real time. Lynn saw the pictures in her head, and it had matched what she had told Steven about "dropping a taboo". When Steven and Lynn arrived in Dolcett Village, Steven realized the depth of the issue. Mesola wasn't exaggerating. There were young women everywhere, hardly a man or boy in sight. On one end of the village there appeared to be an all-girl training exercise going on with spears. Steven turned his head to look opposite, towards what looked to be a barn. In what looked to be slave pen, women were being roped to a plow. "Are those slaves?" Steven asked. "Yes, our neighboring tribe has been fighting with us for hunting territory. These are their freshly captured warriors, and the off spring of other slaves. Also, any girl that has not bore a child 2 years after the holy age of 19 is enslaved. They will be worked in the fields to grow crops, as well as bred, if any give birth to a male, she will live, the rest will be served next to the crops they grew." Mesola stated. "With slaves, it is just a course of action, with the tribal wives, it is an honor to be live roasted." Steven eyes grew wide. Lynn noticed his emotional reaction to the words served and live roasted. "They have no meat Daddy, so they eat the excess females. Too many mouths to feed." Lynn explained as the pictures replayed in Steven's mind. "Why are they roasted alive???" Steven thought to his young wife. Lynn spoke out loud to Mesola. "Why are the women roasted live?" "So they can enjoy the feast for as long as possible!" Mesola looked first surprised at the question from the young lady in the strange covering, then confused. Steven caught the look. Then thought to Lynn. "I supposed we should know that, as this must be based in religious faith. Lynn you need to listen to these minds and get me a report of other things that we should know." "Yes Daddy. I'm starting now." Lynn face began to look as if she was looking into the sun, as she concentrated hard. Steven spoke to Mesola. "The slaves are not roasted alive are they?" "No my Lord, they are gutted and dismembered alive, then beheaded. The torso is slow roasted, and eaten by the tribe. The arm and leg is stripped from the bone, and sliced. Then the meat is dried in one of the barns. That meat is fed to slaves." Mesola explained. "We currently have a population of 400 noble girls and women, 16 noble men, and 600 female slaves." Mesola finished. Steven did quick math, and then Lynn corrected him. "No Daddy it's 24 wives each, the King has 40, and takes the choice slaves in his bed whenever he chooses. The other men can only take slaves if all their wives are pregnant. This seems to be effective because all that have reached 19 are currently pregnant, with the exception of one of Mesola's wives which just gave birth as we arrived." They walked into one of the barns. There was short walled pens with infants and toddlers each marked with brand on their left buttock and above the right breast. Most had Mesola's brand, but a few had other brands. Lynn counted a total of 16 brands...one for each male alive. The most homely looking children wore the brand of a noble male that was only six years old. Further in the barn were the milk producing mothers. The mothers, and all the slaves wore the brand. Mesola explained that the slave mothers were milked often to use the milk as food for the nobles, and then still have enough to feed up six children per day. Even the field slaves were milked at the beginning and end of the day, so that their milk never stopped flowing. Mesola walked through the barn as he spoke. Steven and Lynn followed closely. Steven occasionally reached into the minds of the slaves to see their thoughts. They seemed to be content with their station. Lynn was busy teaching them all English. The children were easy. The adults were a bit harder. Mesola reached the very back of the barn, here there was a pen where a slave was giving birth. The chattel was being assisted by another slave, with the nobleman who owned her supervising. The baby was pushed from it's mother with a mighty grunt. The assistant grabbed the baby, frowned, and cut the cord. She slapped the back of the child, so it began to breathe and cry and then wiped it clean with a wet ball of cotton. The assistant then handed the female baby to the noble. The noble nodded as he looked her over. He then produced a piece of obsidian wrapped at the end of a stick. He put the obsidian into the torch to heat it. After about five minutes, he pulled the obsidian out of the flame and pushed the end onto the ass, and breast of the newborn, marking the new slave as his. The now screaming baby was handed back to the mother, while the assistant removed the afterbirth. A question popped into Steven's head, and before he could ask, Lynn answered. "Each slave is up to be turned to meat after 3 female births. Only birth of a boy can save her from this, well briefly anyway. If that happens she is removed from slavery, and married to the noble that owned her. The first female she gives birth to from the point she was married, is then the trigger daughter. Noble women are in a lottery, one per season is awarded with the honor of feeding the tribe at a banquet. The noble women are only entered into the lottery after their oldest girl, or "trigger" gives birth. The father, keeps his own oldest or trigger daughter as a wife, but trades his other daughters upon birth with other fathers and they are raised as their own children till they are married to the noble at the holy age of 19. " Lynn explained. The new mother fed the baby as Mesola spoke. "We making a feast in your honor tonight, I'm having one of my slaves, and one of my wives cooked for your pleasure! The king is doing the same." Mesola beamed with pride. "Let's go and meet him." They walked to the center of the village. There, was a very large round building made of bamboo. Outside, 4 of the tallest women stood, looking mean and armed with a spear and knife each. "Tuchana is the kings name. Remember that he is below us my love." Steven thought to Lynn. They walked through the door. A man covered in polished metal necklaces and bracelets was holding a baby. He was flanked by what seemed to be all of his wives. They all looked at the strange looking white people wearing cloth on their bodies. A man, and a young woman. They then looked at Mesola for an explanation. Lynn pushed English into him. Steven read everything in his mind. Mesola spoke first. "This is our God Steven, and Goddess Lynn, my King." The king passed the baby to one of his wives, and stood looking skeptical. Tuchana stared at the two of them, walking toward them. Steven finished reading all that was in the mans mind. He then raised his right hand and with his mind pushed the king through the air, into his chair. The chair and the king kept moving away from Steven at a high rate of speed through the wall behind where the chair had been. Only then did the chair, remnants of the wall, and the king fall to the ground. The kings wives first reaction was to scream. Their second reaction was to bow to the Gods. The guards ran in, looked at the king on the far side of the building. They raised their spears and began to dive at the white people. Lynn sensed this and reacted quickly. She raised her hand. The guards stopped, planted the base of their spears into the sand four feet ahead of them, putting the obsidian blades to their chests. They then in one coordinated motion thrust their bodies forward pushing the blades into their hearts simultaneously. Steven and Lynn turned to Mesola. "Write this down King Mesola, God is about to speak." Lynn said. Mesola waved over the shaman that could write Spanish...and now apparently English. Steven spoke. "Part of the problem is that your "king" has a fetish for cannibalism. He is aware of a skill called animal husbandry and has chosen to keep his whole tribe ignorant of it. His brother, your rival king, has done this to his tribe as well. While you may need to eat your women now, after I am finished solving this problem, you may only eat one woman per moon, as a sacrifice to us. From this day forth, you will deliver to me all girls when they reach the age of 18 a year before their holy day, so that I may teach them in the ways of us, your Gods. I will return some of them back to the tribe, with males in their belly. The first male born will be heir to your throne. Those of the female children you send me, that I don't send back, I will keep to serve in the Holy City, Sharon. No citizen of Dolcett other then these children will be allowed through the gates of Sharon, unless invited. When I am finished, one in three children will be male. It will take one generation for this to pass. No more of the women or children born here will be enslaved by you. The slaves you already have will be worked very hard to build things I will teach you to build. These projects will protect you from your enemy, make life easier for all of your people and help to feed your children, and children's' children for generations. Forgotten Island Pt. 03 Most everything else you have done has honored us." Mesola bowed and thanked his God. Steven arranged the projects. The first to be built would be the large outer wall. Much the same as the one in Sharon, this would have a banquette from which to defend against attackers. Via telepathy, Lynn instructed the captains of the guard how to build bows and arrows, and then how to use them. A technology the enemy didn't have.. Steven and Lynn then supervised the beginning of the building of a road from Dolcett to Sharon, made from stone. Steven left plans for a irrigation system, and the concepts of crop rotation. It was then time for them to go home. Steven informed Mesola that he wanted all the girls that were close to the holy age to join him on the trip home. Upon learning this, every parent, free and enslaved, tried to send girls of all ages. Mesola quickly restored order, and did as the God wished. Steven and Lynn left with 12 girls in tow. On the way home, Lynn began giggling. "What's so funny?" Steven asked. "The fact you think it will take you almost a month to get them pregnant." Lynn chirped. "In reality with your powers Daddy, you will impregnate each one with the first time they take even the smallest amount of your seed. If you take too much time with this, your daughters will get very upset. Daddy dear, you need to do four a day. As soon as conception happens, we will be able to know if it will be a boy or girl." Lynn said while rubbing her lower abdomen. It was already getting uncomfortable, and she was only just 15 weeks along. Her body looked as if she was closer to six or seven months along instead of three and change. Even as a God, she couldn't alleviate the pain she was beginning to feel. But at least the vomiting stopped. Day 100 Ladies night Anna was on the wall, and had been for four hours. The sun was about to set, Anna knew it without looking as she was hungry. Her shift was about over. She decided to do one more pass with the spyglass. Across the river she spotted silhouettes, 10 to 12 of them. "Incoming! Jenny we have incoming people on the far side of the river!" Jenny preceded Mary running toward the steps. Jenny grabbed the spyglass from Anna. As Anna stayed focused on the forms, she could feel Mary running up the 3 ft steps to the flat banquette on which Anna and her stood. Mary was lining up a shot with the longest barreled musket they had. "Wait, hold your fire. It's the Captain and Mistress Lynn. They've brought some natives with them." She narrated, and then to herself, "Wonder why?" Jenny then turned and looked down at Lizzie and Leslie. "Daddy's home!" All five girls rejoiced. Jenny felt herself slip up. "Momma Lynn is with him, and they brought new friends!" Less of a reaction from Liz and Les, but curiosity crept in quickly. Steven kissed each girl as they met him at the gate. First came Jenny, he touched her belly as he kissed her deeply. To Mary he did the exact same, but the kiss was shorter. Anna he kissed briefly, and then whispered in her ear. Anna pouted, and shook her head "no". He then picked up Leslie and gave her a sloppy kiss while spinning her. Lizzy began to protest it was her turn, and Steven complied. Lynn kissed her wife as she passed, "I missed you baby." Jenny smiled. "I missed you too dearest wife." Jenny noticed a change in Lynn, and felt that maybe she might not be tormented anymore. Lynn winked at her, hearing every thought. Lynn then made Mary bend to kiss her on the lips, and then her swollen womb. The rest of the daughters followed suit. Lynn still didn't have "hearts and minds" it was obvious. Jenny didn't love her, none of the girls did other then Mary. At that moment,she sensed Mary's deep longing. Steven's love was what mattered. She also had the loyalty and love of all the Dolcett people. She told Steven she wanted Mary in the main house. Steven led the progression of girls to the house. He stood on the porch, Jenny joined him on his left, Lynn on his right. He waited till the commotion of the younger girls introducing themselves to the natives had passed. Then he spoke. "My daughters and Dolcett guests. We came very far to this island, and although the way we arrived was unfortunate, it was in our best interest to be here. These people have called for us, their Gods, to help them. Lynn and I have decided to do so. As I speak, a road is being constructed from Dolcett to the Holy Village of Sharon, so that Lynn and I may check in on our loyal subjects quickly. Their crops will now flourish as we have educated them as to our ways of growing food." He paused, knowing the question on every ones mind. "These girls are here to learn our ways, so that they may educate their people. Some we will keep as our slaves, some I will send back. They are all of age to breed, so I will be breeding them. Their children will have no power, and no marriage rights. I want you, my daughters to instruct them on how to harvest bamboo and the other materials needed to build 3 more buildings. One house for each of my daughters and her slaves. You each will get top pick your slaves one at a time, until you each have 3. Pick will be youngest to oldest, Anna will have last pick, the last slave will be put in the main home in Mary's room and nursery. Yes Mary, you are staying in the main house." Mary looked elated, she really wanted to stay lower then daughter status, and now was glad Master knew she didn't want to marry. Her urge to be a wife was the last remnant of the old Mary. That woman was dead. This woman picked at her whipping scars and masturbated, orgasm after orgasm racking her body, as she fantasized about being beaten and raped by her Master, or beaten and used by her true love, Lynn. Mary drifted into memory as the girls picked their slaves. Late one night Lynn came to her while she was masturbating in the jungle alone. Lynn told her in her "God voice" (telepathy) that Mary was a masochist, a lesbian, and a pig slave. Lynn had caned her back till it bled, and forced Mary to drink her piss. Mary had thanked her profusely. Mary was the only one that understood, Lynn cared about all the girls. Just not in the way the daughters wanted to be cared for. Mary loved Lynn's ways. Mary needed Lynn. Today, when they arrived home, Lynn felt the depth of her love, and this time that love was returned. 18 year old Elisabeth O' Keefe felt like a member of the Royal Holy Family for the first time since they arrived. Her best friend, nineteen year old Leslie Cooper, and her competed hard for the strongest and cutest girls. No matter what happened, their friendship was unbreakable. After Lizzy's final pick, they decided to build Lizzy's house first so they could have one house done before sunset the next day, Then Lizzy's slaves would help build Leslie's house. They wanted to get started now, but it was dinnertime. The best friends ordered their slaves to get firewood, and water. Anna and Mary grabbed the fish caught earlier and cooked. Lizzy and Leslie then realized after dinner it would be dark, but they could go outside the wall, build a fire, play "Queen and Queen" and experiment sexually with their slaves till Daddy called them in for bed. Lizzy watched as Daddy took his wives and the remaining slave toward the house as dinner was being cooked. She tapped Leslie's shoulder. "I'll ask if we can setup a mini camp inside the wall, past the gardens, on the sand. Maybe then we could stay out here all night with our slaves!" Lizzy said excitedly. "See that's why I like you, you are so smart! He won't say no if we are inside the wall!" Leslie began to giggle. "I know! Okay, wish me luck!" Lizzy tore off toward the porch of the house to cut off Daddy before he went inside. "Whoa princess! What's all the commotion?" Steven was almost knocked over by his sharpest daughter as she bowled into him at top speed. "Daddy?" Lizzy "accidentally" grazed his cock as she hugged him. She looked up at him from his shoulder as she spoke. "Can Leslie and I camp out over by the sand past the garden with our slaves?" Her voice was honey sweet. "I don't think that's a good idea..." Steven started. He was interrupted by a thought from his wife. "I'll take care of this, you have babies to make Father." "You know what Lizzy, you ask Mother, I've got things to do." Steven grabbed the young slave's hand and dragged her up the stairs. Lizzy watched her go, tears streaming down her face. That slave was scared of her God. Leslie walked up to help Lizzy. Leslie was jealous of the slave. Leslie's stomach sank as Lynn turned to her. Lynn was a month older then her, but about an inch shorter. Lynn was the only one Leslie could look down on. Not that it mattered. Leslie was afraid of her. She knew she was supposed to love and worship her like they all did Daddy, but Leslie, like Lizzy, Anna and Jenny, had a hard time getting to that point. "You had something you wanted baby girl? Lynn said softly. Leslie composed herself. "Mother, Lizzy and I would like to take our slaves camping...inside the wall, past the gardens." "That is a long way from the house, no one could hear you screaming if your slaves revolted and tried to kill you." Lynn said in her best, softest, kindest voice. Even Leslie could tell, Lynn was trying to be nicer. Never the less, Leslie didn't like the answer, and she and Lizzy started to head back to where the slaves were, on the far side of the main fire. Then she heard: "Come back beautiful baby girl I wasn't done speaking just yet." In what the girls called the "God voice". She turned back, Lizzy continued walking, and Lynn said out loud. "Tell you what, what if Mary and I camped out near the main fire tonight just in case something were to happen. I could punish any bad slave from there, and not be close enough to see you play your games with your property. BUT, you must not interrupt any games Mary and I play. Deal?" Leslie wrapped her arms around Lynn and kissed her. "Thank you Mother!" Leslie took off to give Lizzy the good news. Lynn smiled. "One down, three to go." The girl was terrified. Back home she was known as Simola, and she was about to be married. She had been asked by her father to go with the Gods. Most of her friends were outside with God's daughters. She was dragged into the house by the male God. She was certain that she was about to be killed even though The God had said he just wanted to breed her. What if the breeding killed her? The older man climbed on top of her naked body. He pushed inside of her quickly. A sudden sharp pain struck her down there. Then God fucked her. He never spoke, he never kissed her, she never spoke. She silently cried waiting to die. He came inside her and then lay still on top of her for a few minutes. He then got up, put clothes back on, and then took her hand and stood her up. He walked her into the other room, and told her to stay on her hands and knees with her butt in the air till he told her to move. The she heard God leave the house, and the oldest daughter came in. The daughter sat next to her and began to speak. "You are a very lucky girl, you will have one of Masters babies. I'm Masters breeding sow and milk slave." Mary said proudly. I have his slave in my belly now. Mother said it would be a girl, and that she would be kept as a milk slave, and breeding sow like me." Mary was grinning from ear to ear. "That girl cannot be your mother, she is younger then you!" Simola said. "She is the Mother of us all, she is a true God.." Mary said with a touch of sternness. "Remember that slave. I'll go get you some dinner. Don't move till Daddy says you can. He wants his seed to fill you with a baby." Mary got up and left the house. Steven ate his dinner on the porch with Lynn and Jenny. Lynn explained what was going on with the youngest girls and their camping trip. Mary walked past to the cooking fire, to bring a bowl of stew to the slave. Something went off in Steven's head. "It's a boy," Steven said. Later, Mary walked out of the house, and sat next to Lynn's chair. 'Jenny, you and I have a night together." Steven said playfully. "The slave will be in Mary's nursery. You and I will have the big bed all to ourselves.' Jenny looked at him and smiled. She had not been touched alone since Daddy had given her the baby three months ago. Leslie and Lizzy began building a fire as their slaves erected tents. They were indeed just far enough away that no one could hear what was going on at their camp. While they set up the camp they talked about the things they wanted to do to the slaves. They had many different ideas, and decided to try all but a couple. They reasoned that because they were the Mistresses, they should only lick each other down there. The slaves could lick them, but they shouldn't lick the slaves. In the time they spoke, they mentioned a lot of relatively tame things. What the two actually did, was quite severe. One slave was nearly killed when Leslie threw a large rock at her head, striking it, and the slave fell into the fire. The power they felt was becoming consuming. They did things they had seen Daddy and Mother do. The pissed in as many of the slaves mouths as they had the water for. They made them battle each other. They cut them, burned them, and finally they made them perform oral sex on Liz and Les, and each other. Liz and Les were almost asleep with a slave in each arm, and one between their legs when they heard it. It was strange they could hear it at all. But the wind had died, and the sea was calm. The Holy City of Sharon was actually quiet. It sounded like a scream of pain. Then begging, then admiration. Leslie spoke from her tent, loud enough for Liz to hear in her own tent. "Stay in your tent! We aren't allowed to watch what she is doing with Mary!" She said. "Yeah, yeah. You told me that before...But it sounds like she's killing Mary, you sure we shouldn't check on her?' Liz asked. The audible slurping of the two slaves servicing them made it hard to hear even though they were only six feet from each other. "Stay in your tent. Mother made it a condition of the deal." Leslie ordered "Mother,' Leslie...really?" Liz was surprised and seemed disappointed. "She's not so bad, once you figure her out. She's actually pretty cool. I think I will be better to her from now on, and actually talk to her." Leslie pondered. "You gonna kiss her belly and drink her piss too???" Liz laughed. Leslie became silent. Too silent for too long. "Leslie?" Liz pictured her getting choked to death by on of her slaves. "Leslie!?" Liz began to panic. "Liz, I think I love Lynn. I think I was wrong about her the whole time. If Mother asked me to drink Her piss, I would do it in a heartbeat. She's powerful, and face it, shes REALLY pretty. Not as pretty as you...but really pretty" "Wow. Okay sissy. I'll be nice to her, and obey her too." "Two down". Lynn pulled her fore arm out of Mary's ass. She then inspected the "L" shaped brand on Mary's ass. She grabbed Mary's hair and turned her. The fire was hot, and Mary's face had been very close to the heat for too long. Lynn maneuvered her so her new branding would face the fire. Lynn planted Mary's face between her legs. Mary ate and licked. Lynn had her first orgasm. Lynn pulled her up off of her hands and knees, to just her knees. She made Mary's face meet hers. Lynn kissed her hard. " I love you slave." Lynn said softly. " I love you Goddess." Mary said, and replanted her face where it belonged. Nose rubbing her cunt, and tongue deep in her ass. Lynn moaned, and leaned back in her chair. Steven held Jenny in the afterglow of their lovemaking. He softly rubbed the belly containing his daughter and kissed her forehead. "So what was it she saw at Dolcett that turned Lynn into a nice person?" Jenny asked out of the blue. Steven thought about it. He didn't notice any difference in Lynn at all, with the exception that she was wanting to be more involved in the decision making process. He did suppose that she was more interested in what the girls were up to. Lynn had also asked to have Mary as her own personal pet. Steven had agreed, but only as long as it did not interfere with Mary's primary job, raising the babies. Steven couldn't come up with any reason that happened at Dolcett other then their peoples failures, and how the Gods had changed it. Then it hit him. 'Jenny, it's not what she saw at Dolcett, it's what she became at Dolcett. She was on the same slave ship as you, came from the same background as you. Was going to be a slave in the colonies same as you. Neither of you will ever see a garment factory. Neither of you will ever wear chains again." Steven finished. "You didn't answer my question Daddy." Jenny snorted. Steven nodded. "Lynn became a God at Dolcett. She now knows everything about everyone around her, including how important you all are to me, and to her" "Are you a God too?" Jenny asked quietly. "I am baby, that's how I knew you were feeling neglected." Steven whispered in her ear. "Is it true that Lynn is your real daughter, and that you two making a baby is what turned you into Gods?" Jenny turned from laying on Steven's chest to face him propped on her elbows. "Yes baby, that is all true." Steven smiled and kissed her on the head. "That's romantic, I wish I was your real daughter." Jenny sighed. "Honey, I have a secret." Steven adjusted, then sat up completely. "Oh?" Jenny sat up as well. "Jenny was your mother a prostitute?" Steven looked deep into her eyes as he spoke. "Yes." Jenny didn't see why that was important. "In what city?" Steven started to lead her on a journey so that she would see the secret for herself. "Dover." "Okay, what about Lizzy and Leslie's moms, were they prostitutes?" "Yeah." "Where are they from?" "Dover" "What about Anna?" Steven had her halfway there. "Her mom was a prostitute in Dover." Jenny was seeing the pattern but not how that was a big secret. "Lynn's mom was a witch, and a prostitute in Dover too." Steven waited for Jenny to put it together. It wasn't happening so he gave her another clue. "Where was the Sharon ported at?" "Dover." Jenny was proud to know that. "Oh and you were the Captain of the Sharon, so you were there a lot!" "Jenny, every time I visited Dover I had sex with a different prostitute." "Oh wow, are you saying...?" Jenny covered her mouth "You are all my daughters, even Beatrice." Steven smiled. Jenny lunged at Steven, and hugged him. "My real Daddy! I love you Daddy." Jenny kept the vice like hug as she sobbed in happiness and the healing of years of longing. She moved into his lap, and wrapped her legs around his waist. She stayed there for twenty minutes. Crying, kissing and telling him she loved him. A couple of thoughts occurred to her when her emotions subsided. "What about Mary and Nadia?" Jenny asked. "They aren't mine. That is why Mary prefers slavery, she knows somewhere in her heart that she is not part of our family. That and Mary is too old to be mine. That is why Nadia chose to run, and also why Bea will come home soon." "Why didn't you tell us? I think we all would have been as happy as me to know that you are our real Daddy." Jenny took her head off Stevens shoulder and looked at him inches from his face. True determination on her face. "I didn't know till I became a God. I only found out on my way home from Dolcett." Steven said truthfully. "When are you going to tell the rest of the girls?" Jenny had a legitimate question. Steven pondered it. Then decided to Jenny some more power then she felt she had. Forgotten Island Pt. 03 "I'm not." Steven said blankly. "What?? Why not?!" Jenny loosed her grip on Steven, and leaned back, hanging from her arms around his neck, looking directly at him. His eyes were closed. "Because my dear, that will be your job. Explain it to them, like I did to you." Steven opened his eyes and looked at her trying to read her reaction. "Oh thank you Daddy. I will. I can't believe we are all sisters!" Jenny re-tightened her grip on her Father and Husband. She moved into a position so that her Daddy could enter her again. Steven held her and pushed inside of his daughter. They made love for a half hour, and then fell asleep in bliss. Day 109 Nadia was running out of water. The barrels they had filled were long gone. Bea and her had been subsiding on collected rainwater and coconut milk for the better part of six weeks. It hadn't rained in a week. It had been 103 days since they had left. Nadia wanted to cross the jungle to get to the river without going back to, or near "Sharon". Every time she tried, the jungle seemed to swallow her up. She would get lost for a day and then find her way back to her camp, tired, thirsty, and frustrated. Nadia's pregnant body couldn't survive this much longer Bea had been driving Nadia crazy. She bitched about water all the time, but did little to help to collect any. Bea kept saying she wanted to go back, and that they should. That they should be forgiven by now. Bea kept saying that everything could go back to normal. Nadia disagreed. Nadia hated that witch Lynn, and was angry with Steven for letting her hang in the torment of Lynn. She still loved the captain, and almost understood him picking his own daughter over her. But the way he knew about Olivia's death ahead of time, and didn't do anything about it. Instead he drank himself into a stupor and slept through it. Nadia shook her head. She had few options. Maybe Bea was right. Maybe they would be accepted back. Perhaps she could curry favor with Steven well enough to get Lynn off of her back. She wanted Steven to be there when her son was born. Of course if it was a son, that would look badly according to his policies. Captain wanted daughters not sons. The man was a sick, twisted, incestuous lover of little girls. Not that she minded when it was her getting the attention. The last thought rolled through her mind a few times. She knew what to do. "Hey Bea?" Nadia walked toward her holding her growing belly. Bea was in the shelter that Steven and Nadia had once shared. "Yeah?" Bea looked up and out of the opening. "I have an idea, but I want to know your opinion as it mostly means you have to make a sacrifice." Nadia got to the opening and sat in the cool sand. "What do you mean, and what plan?" Bea was interested in what she had to say. They hadn't been speaking much lately. "Think you could be a slave again?" Nadia cocked her head to the side, watching the reaction on Bea's face to the question. "For water, I'd do whatever. We can't stay alive much longer like this." Bea said woefully. "Yeah, I know. I think the only way we can go back is if we are the bottom two people in that camp. Lets take a trip down there, and see what Steven has to say." Nadia said defeated. "About time." Bea got up, and began the long walk. Leslie saw it, but didn't believe it. Daddy was right, the lost sister was coming. She dropped her fishing pole and ran for the gate at full speed. She was sure that Nadia and Bea hadn't seen her. She rounded the gate and closed it behind her. She barred it securely and ran to Daddy's house. He was supposed to be left alone all day today cause he was breeding the slave girls. Today he was breeding Anna's, yesterday he bred all of Leslie's. This was important enough to interrupt him. Of that, she was sure. Leslie got to the porch and Lynn came out of the door. Leslie stopped in her tracks at the base of the first step. She caught her breath then approached her sister with reverence, head bowed slightly. Leslie kissed her on lips deeply, and then kissed her belly, and then raised Lynn's dress and kissed her blessed cunt lips. The last part was Leslie's idea. "I love you Leslie, thank you for bringing this to our attention." Lynn started. "Lets go climb up the banquette and greet them." Leslie nodded, and waited for her sister, mother, and Goddess to lead the way, following her by two paces. It was still creepy that Leslie never had to speak to Daddy and Mother. They just read her thoughts in emergencies. Both of them knew the girls preferred them speaking, instead doing the God voice in their heads. It was a compromise. Leslie had found out just a few days before, that all of the girls were sisters, and that the man in the house right now, was their real father. It was magical. They had partied. There was whiskey, huge bonfires, lots of sex, and feasts. Leslie hoped she would be with her Father soon in his bed. It felt nice doing things with her slaves, and sisters, but not as great as Mary and Jenny made sex with Daddy sound. She followed Mother up the stairs to the banquette and around the gate to the side facing east. The direction Nadia and Bea were coming from. Leslie looked at her little sister, and waited curious to see what she would say. Lynn didn't speak. She waited till they were right outside the wall and flew up over the wall, then, very slowly and gently landed in front of the banished outsiders. Bea fainted. Nadia shook her head. Nadia's mouth was moving, it was clear she wanted to speak, but nothing came out. It wasn't Lynn preventing her. Nadia was truly speechless. Nadia rattled her head again. "You are more powerful now. I fear what you can do to me, but I did not come to fight. I came to speak to my Captain." Nadia tried to look steady and brave. She also looked the short, once very thin woman up and down. She was huge! The baby in her was most likely the same size as her own, but in that small body it looked much larger. "Daddy is busy with very important political business and cannot be disturbed. You may speak with me, your God." Lynn said with a soft and gentle voice. Nadia coughed. Not cause she needed to, but because her body had a reaction to the word, "God". Nadia took a couple breaths. She needed a minute to gather some sort of response. Lynn beat her to it. "I understand your hatred of me. I treated you unfairly. Call it the temptation of a "power trip". I had new powers and you were in my way of being next to my husband and father. I ask you to forgive me." Again with the soft gentle voice. Nadia thought it had to be a show. Before she could speak Lynn again did something unexpected. "Leslie dearest, help our sister to your house and get her some water, she's severely dehydrated." Lynn said as she raised her hand. The unconscious Bea levitated off of the sand and over the wall. Leslie watched as Lynn moved her older sister all the way to the steps of Leslie's porch. There Bea was softly set down onto the ground. Nadia was amazed Lynn had done it, firstly cause it was impossible, second because Lynn had never taken her eyes off of Nadia's. Nadia finally was able to find words, but not the ones that seemed to matter the most. "Our sister?" Nadia muttered. "Yes. As it turns out. All of the survivors of the Sharon are Captain Steven Blitzen's children. Other then the Swann's, Jeremiah, and you." Lynn changed her tone a bit. It was more studious sounding. Nadia finally got to the meat of the matter. It was obvious Lynn wasn't going to let her see Steven. "What will it take for me to be a part of Sharon again?" She asked plainly. Lynn and Steven had discussed Nadia at length three days back. They both knew she would come back. What they had to decide is what to do with her when it happened. They had a unlimited supply of slaves, so that was covered. What they could use was a martyr. A white girl to be eaten at a Dolcett ceremony. Someone the Dolcett could see as their own God's sacrifice. A pregnant white girl with a male in her would be a true ultimate sacrifice. It would have to wait till she was almost due, but it was precisely what they needed. "That would be ideal, offer her something a bit more enticing though dearest." Thought Steven to Lynn. "Of course Daddy." Lynn replied. "We need someone to escort the slaves back and forth between here and Dolcett. We need some muscle. We all know you are a strong young woman, and can handle weapons well. I offer you the position of slave tender." Lynn finally said after a long 20 seconds. "Really?" Nadia looked puzzled. "Yes Nadia, now lets go get you something to drink." Lynn reached out her hand, and took Nadia's in hers. Nadia had almost 4 inches of height on her, it seemed strange to be led by Lynn. They made their way around the fort, and into the gate. Lizzie re secured it behind them. "All has been forgiven in light of the recent events." Lynn said as they headed toward the main house. Lynn pushed a few memories into Nadia's mind, getting her up to date. "You will be sleeping in Mary's room for tonight, until the slaves get you a small house for yourself." Lynn sat Nadia at a table next to the main fire pit. Nadia looked around. There were 4 new houses built. One for each of the daughters. Bea's new house had been built the day before. Unlike the rest of the houses, this one had no slaves building furniture on its porch. Lynn looked around. Leslie was tending to Bea. Lizzie was on the wall, Jenny was overseeing slaves outside the walls collecting cotton. Mary was teaching the slaves with girls in their belly how to sew, weave, and stuff pillows. Anna was missing, as was one slave. "Leslie honey, could you bring some water and chicken here for Nadia, when Bea is taken care of?" Lynn asked calmly. "Yes lovely Mother." Leslie replied. Nadia couldn't help herself. "Do you make them call you that?" "No, they do it out of love. You see, I'm not the monster you make me out to be. At least, not anymore. My sisters each fell in love with me, one at a time. They now love me almost as much as they love Daddy." "Almost huh?" Nadia thought it an exaggeration. "Yes, if I could make love to them, and get them pregnant, they would love me equal to their father." Lynn waited for Leslie to bring the food, then excused herself. "I have something to attend to, I will check on you in a bit. Oh and to dispel any doubt, you may have been forgiven, but you are not a free person. Consider yourself a trustee slave. You can't lie to us, nor can you sneak anything. We are true Gods, and we do see all." Lynn stated as she walked towards the gardens. Then finished the thought. "Except where Anna and one of our male pregnant slaves are." Lynn pushed her minds eye. She could see through her sisters eyes. Anna was burying a dead slave. Lynn made her move her head so she could see where Anna was standing. She was outside the walls, at the northwest corner near where Olivia had died. Lynn walked up to the banquette quietly. She peered down on Anna who was just now finishing, patting the dirt down and covering it with brush. "Did you expect Daddy would think that his cherished slave ran away?" Lynn said just loud enough for Anna to hear. Anna jumped and looked up. "I didn't mean to kill her, it was an accident." Anna was bawling. "Come inside, lets talk. Lizzie open the gate for your sister." Lynn met Anna at the gate and held arms open wide. Anna ran to her and hugged her little sister. "Am I in trouble?" Anna sobbed. "No dear, you aren't in trouble for killing a slave. Daddy might be angry that you tried to hide it though. Remember that you can't anything from Daddy or Mother. Okay?" Lynn held her close. "Yes Mother." Anna sniffed. "Why did you kill her?" Lynn asked quietly. She could just as soon read her mind, but another family resolution was not to use powers on family if not needed. "I wanted to torture her, but she said I couldn't, cause she was going home. I said she wasn't going anywhere, that she was mine. She said that God told her she was going home. So I wanted to torture her. I beat her, and told her to eat my dung. She said she couldn't, and spit it out. I got mad and I hit her with the machete and cut her neck. Then she bled out." Anna looked at Lynn for a reaction and got a gentle smile. "Honey, if Daddy has to send some slaves back to Dolcett, he'll bring you new ones okay. Please don't kill the ones Daddy has to send back." Lynn walked her to her house. "It's okay if I kill the ones that are supposed to stay though?" Anna asked. Outside, Lynn was about to explain the problem with killing all your slaves. Inside, Lynn was doing her long sadistic evil laugh. About time I find the sister like me "If you kill all the slaves you are given, you won't have any to do your work!" Lynn laughed gently. "Oh yeah... Hey what's she doing here?" Anna was looking at Nadia, feasting on chicken. "She came back like Daddy said she would." Lynn mumbled. "Is Bea back too?" Anna said excitedly. Then Anna spotted her. Anna ran to Leslie's house where Bea was sitting on the steps talking to Leslie. It was good to see Anna happy, as she had been quite depressed since Bea left. All the girls were paired off as friends at one point. Nadia had Olivia, Jenny was friends with Mary for a long time, Lizzy had Leslie, and Anna had Bea. "Jenny's back!" Lizzie exclaimed. "Never late for dinner are ya?" Lizzie said over the wall.. Lynn greeted her at the gate as well, eager to see how much the slaves harvested. Jenny walked up to Lynn and kissed and hugged her. As a wife she didn't have to pay as formal of respect, or drink piss anymore. Jenny was a much happier person. The slaves followed her with 4 large bags of cotton. "Get those to Mary." Jenny ordered, looking at the main house, then turned to Lynn. "He's still at it?" "Yes, he has one left as I can tell, but I've been distracted." Lynn answered. "How many boys today? Er...what happened? "They came back as expected. Anna killed one of the male carriers, and 1 boy conceived today. So total of 4 of ten...yeah four of ten. Daddy is finished. Better then what Daddy promised to the Dolcetts." Lynn said sounding almost tired. "Good, glad he's done, I'm starving." Jenny called for Lizzie's slaves, and had them prepare dinner. "I'm to see the village when we bring the four slaves back, and I'm looking forward to it." She said to Lynn as they walked up to the porch. They sat in their respective chairs, and waited for their father to come out. Steven walked out with a whiskey in his hand. He kissed each of his wives tenderly and sat in his chair between them. "Busy day?" His wives laughed. After dinner, Steven took a walk with Bea towards the river.. He got her caught up on everything that had happened. He explained that he was actually Bea's father. Bea didn't react as happily as the other girls did. Perhaps because she was afraid of being punished for leaving. Steven reassured her, that she was forgiven, and sealed it with a big kiss. Bea informed him that she had her 21st birthday and asked for the overdue gift, and Steven laughed. There was no way he had the energy to address her needing to be bred that night. "However, I would like to see you first thing in the morning. I think it would be best if instead of situating your new house tonight, that you stay with Mother, Jenny, and I. Tomorrow morning, we'll get you filled with a daughter." Bea kissed him with true love in her heart. Steven then walked her through the Dolcett situation, and the changes in Lynn. How each of the sisters had fallen in love with her in their own time. Some purely on their own, others because they saw the benefits after their sisters had blazed an emotional trail. Bea and her father sat on a log over looking the river, watching the sun set. Steven asked about what it was like living with Nadia. Bea said it had been sad at first, scary second, fun for a time, then stressful and terrible recently. They had been sad they were on their own, and Bea was almost instantly regretting following Nadia. While the wreck was being salvaged on dives, Lynn was torturing Nadia, and that had been scary. When Nadia and Bea had become sexually active with each other it had been fun, and they had grown close. Nadia was seeking something closer to love. When that didn't happen, the focus turned on the water Nadia wasn't able to find or get to. Nadia was a good fisherman, so food was never an issue. However, during the water shortage, the tight friendship had deteriorated. Steven listened to Bea talk. This was a Bea that he had never known. A Bea that had grown up a lot in three months. Mentally she was older then her 21 years. Steven really noticed her size compared to the rest of the malnourished sisters. She had to have been raised differently. Her hips were wider then all but Mary. Her breasts were full and round, as opposed to her sisters whom all were barely breasted at all. Lizzy might have had b cups. Steven was listening, but he also stared. She was as tall as Nadia, and, when pregnant would be as developed as Mary, only not so skinny. "Daddy? Daddy?" Bea was still talking. Steven was looking into the future. "Sorry baby, what you said set me to thinking." He still sounded miles away. "About what Daddy?" Bea stood up and stepped over to him. She stood in front of him as he remained seated on the log. The river, the only sound, babbling it's eternal, peaceful, chattering nonsense. "About how large this family will be in 5 years. " He told the truth, but not how he got to that truth. He realized that Bea would be a good nursemaid as well. However 40 children would be whining, crying and screaming hungrily...Those would just be his pure blood daughters. Every slave he kept would be bred as well, so probably another 40 or 50 slave children running around. This will be a village in no time. Feeding this population needed to be addressed now. Even with this on his mind, the thought of Bea glowing and pregnant brought a new rise in his loin. Bea saw it. She knelt in front of him. Steven pulled his pants down, and lifted Bea's dress off of her. She dove on his cock like she was still starving. After only a couple minutes he stopped her and entered her from behind. He fucked her hard. Bea thought she had done something wrong at first, till her first orgasm hit, then a second, then a third just as her father filled her womb with the seed that she dreamed of about for 3 long months. One more daughter began carrying her own sister. They walked back together, hand in hand, flirting and kissing. "So now that I'm pregnant, does that mean I have to stay in my own house tonight? Bea almost whimpered. "No honey, you still get to stay with me and your sisters." He smiled. "Good!" Bea ran through the open gate and toward the fire which was just now getting started. Dusk had come and Steven was truly exhausted. He wondered how he would be able to keep up with 6 wives in a year, and double that every year after 12. in twenty years, barring injury and illness, he would have 60 wives. "No, I have to change that policy. Lynn forever. Have to come up with something else after the first six. I will marry all of Lynn's daughters, that's for sure. But I should do something for the descendants of the other girls. " He thought to himself. Lynn was listening. "As long as you take care of my line, we will always be Gods. Daughters, granddaughters, and on and on for all of time. The rest of the politics you will figure out in time Daddy. Now come home I've boiled water, and will give you a relaxing bath. You need sleep, we have to go to Dolcett tomorrow." Forgotten Island Pt. 04 Forgotten Island Pt. 04 Steven walked to the bow, checking lines and talking to the crew. In spite of them being, what he calculated to be hundreds of miles off course, the crew was still in good spirits. "Spirits." Steven said to himself. That was what kept moral up. Steven had ordered six extra barrels of his uncles finest whiskey, whatever was left he had planned to sell. He decided to do inventory. Spirits he had plenty of, 5 and a half barrels. Water wasn't too good on the other hand. He had backed off the rations to the Negroes on the bottom deck, now he would have to back off rations to the orphans and passengers. He went to the passenger deck. The Swann's and Capri's seemed to be getting a bit more irritable, having never taken a long ocean voyage before. He never informed them they were miles south of where they were supposed to be. He walked back aft. He enjoyed looking at the orphan girls. A couple of them looked needy to be fucked. He made the decision that if he didn't have Nadia by tomorrow he was going to fuck the dirty blond one. He thought her name was "Jenny". She was old enough. There was a very pretty orphan named Elisabeth, she would be valuable now, in a couple years after being fed decently she'd hit her prime price. His favorite though was the black haired, green eyed, skinny little mute girl. He walked over to her and stared at her for a few minutes. She seemed to be sleeping. According to his paperwork she was 18, but she was so small and skinny, she looked younger. In a couple years she'd be a prize slave. He had once decided he should try to buy her from the man he was delivering the orphans to. Now he wasn't sure when he'd get to that buyer....or if that could happen at all. He turned to walk back topside. As he did, he swore he heard raven haired girl say..."Home." He looked back. None of the girls chained to the wall were moving. It had been like the girl had whispered in his ear. Steven shook it off. He got topside and went to the charts. He studied them intently, doing calculations with the star fixes he had recorded the night prior. His new calculations, and the water temp suggested they were now over 1,200 miles off course. Which according to the 6 compasses on board, was impossible. They had kept pointed north by north west for the last week, but had drifted 350 miles further south. Steven worked the math till late afternoon. Nothing on the paper changed, but the seas began to very quickly change for the rougher. The Captain went to his quarters to get a drink for himself. He took his time sipping the whiskey, contemplating his sanity. Buying the boat, buying slaves, taking passengers, shipping whiskey. The last three things did NOT belong together on one boat. He was lost in memories of his sexy wives, when he felt the ship lurch forward, and thunder crash right above the ship. "No storm moves THAT fast!!!" Steven ran out of his quarters and looked around. The entire sky had turned black. Lighting surrounded the ship and the waves and grown exponentially. He turned to his SIC. "You can't tell me this was almost upon us you worthless ape?" Steven screamed over the wind. "Capt' it just came from no where, it was still behind us a second ago then it moved so fast we couldn't react....Steven I mean more then 60 knots an hour!" The Griffith man looked completely lost on this boat, now more then ever. "Nadia, wake up Willie, NOW!" Steven walked to the main mast and signaled his lookouts, whom he could barely see with the rain now blowing sideways. He signaled for them to get down. It took four tries to signal before they signaled back "Aye". He turned to his crew. "Drop all the fucking sails NOW!!!" he screamed. He felt the boat beginning to turn sideways. He ran to the helmsman. "Keep the bow into the waves...clear!!??" Steven ordered. The young man nodded, but Steven could clearly see he was in over his head as well. Steven then went to look for Nadia. He went below decks. Nadia nor Burton were in his quarters. He went back to where the orphans were. Not there either. The raven haired girl was staring at him this time. This time he saw her speak the word. "Home!" He smiled a bit, and ran up to the topside again. He had to get back to the helm before something truly terrible happened. He got there and wished he'd never left port. Waves were now crashing over the sides of the boat. He saw Nadia and Burton the only crew he could recognize in the blinding rain. There were three sails left to collapse... the fore sails. "Get to the bow and get those sails down!" Steven told them. He turned to see if the kid on the bridge was okay, just in time to see the kid get washed off the boat. He turned to face the bow, the wave moved down the side of the boat picking off his crew like flies. Lightning flashed and he saw something he wished he'd seen 30 minutes earlier. Something massive, black and sharp. "A fucking reef!" Steven had to get to the bridge. Lightning flashed again. He heard snapping, creaking... Forgotten Island Pt. 04 "Rullo, you will have the place of honor at tonight's feast. There is much for us to do, so I will need for you to do exactly what I tell you, understand?" Leslie asked. She turned the girl to face the rows of slaves. Behind her, Lynn emerged from the house with a long pole. The pole was sharpened at one end, and was about 8 feet long. Lynn set the pole down on the grass next to the table that had been used as a buffet table a few hours earlier. "Yes Mother." Rullo answered, the smile on her face, wide. Leslie turned her back around to face the table. "Get on that table on your hands and knees. Show Father how beautiful you look with that calf in your belly." Rullo climbed up on the table as Steven walked toward it. Rullo posed as directed by Steven's hands. Steven blindfolded Rullo, as blocks of wood were placed under Rullo to fit the contour of her pregnant body by Lynn and Leslie. Rullo was then tied down to the table by her wrists and ankles. Lynn and Leslie worked quickly to secure her neck and waist with ropes around the blocks and under the table. Leslie pulled Rullo's hair backward so Rullo's face was level with all of those that were standing. Her smile was gone, she was now very worried. Lynn started the process, but Steven had to take over shortly after. First Lynn removed a few blocks from the naked slaves belly area. She sliced through Rullo's lower belly into her uterus. Lynn reached in and removed the fetus. She set it down on the table next to it's mother. Steven ran the spit into Rullo's cunt, through the walls of her uterus, and up to her diaphragm. With a quick jerking motion he punched through her diaphragm, and into her esophagus. Finally, the spit emerged out of her mouth. The spit was placed on stands on either end of the table. The table was removed, and the live fetus held by Leslie as Rullo was turned on the spit to face up. The holes in the spit allowed Rullo to breathe as the blindfold was taken off. Rullo couldn't speak or even grunt, but terror filled her eyes. Lynn cut from the center of the first wound up to Rullo's sternum. She cut away and removed Rullo's entrails, careful not to nick the umbilical cord of the fetus. Anna washed out the empty cavity with buckets of warm water, after each, Rullo was turned so the water poured out. Lizzy walked up with a pot of boiled fruit and vegetables, placing them inside the cavity in a single layer. Leslie placed the fetus on the warm mass of mushy stuffing gently. Lizzy then finished placing the rest of the stuffing gently around and on top of the calf. Lynn sowed the wounds closed, as the Sisters amazed at the steady rise and fall of Rullo's chest. In the crowd, there were cries and sobbing of slaves. Detrinna and Kulinne sat in the thrones, watching closely, wondering if they too were tricked. Steven squeezed Rullo's breasts and shook his head. He took a straw of bamboo, as wide as a baby's finger, and jabbed it into Rullo's right breast right above the nipple.. He took a pineapple and mashed it into a pot. With another straw he sucked up a mouthful of juice and then blew the juice into Rullo's breast with the straw, deep into the center of the perky mound.. He removed the straw and repeated the process in her left breast. He squeezed the breasts again gently. He nodded. Tears were pouring from Rullo's eyes. The pineapple juice was burning in her breasts. The acid in the juice had started the cooking process. Steven felt her chest, her heart was pounding. The baby moved in the stuffing mash. Steven cock was massively hard, it was tenting his uniform pants. Steven kissed Rullo's forehead and pulled his pants off. He grabbed Leslie and bent her at the waist over Rullo's chest. He lifted Leslie's dress and mounted her. Leslie attached herself to Rullo's left milk filled breast and began to suckle it as her Father pounded her eternally tight, and wet cunt. Lynn touched herself as she watched Rullo's eyes. Rullo was enjoying this. No...Rullo was having an orgasm! Lynn lifted her dress in the front so she could get better access. It finally occurred to her for a slave to eat her. She walked over to one of the very pregnant ones in the front, and placed her on her knees. The slave happily dove at her Goddesses cunt and ate. Lynn came almost instantly. Steven pounded Leslie's tight snatch. Leslie was somewhere between pain and pleasure, tears streamed out of her eyes, and her teeth were grit and bared. Leslie bit down on Rullo's nipple over and over. Steven gripped her bony hips and pushed into her harder as he rinsed her womb out with another large sample of his bloodline and seed. Leslie felt the seed pump into her, and she pushed her hips onto her Father's cock as hard as she could, needing to be pregnant with another daughter. Leslie screamed in pain, as Steven growled in pleasure. Leslie bit down on the milk dripping, left nipple of Rullo. Rullo inhaled as deep as she could, and her eyes went wide. The slaves watched intently. When Steven pulled out of his wife, they cheered. For a moment they forgot that one of theirs had been tortured in a very final way, and hadn't even gotten to the real bad part yet. Leslie straightened her dress. "I give you this meat, of which I have blessed by procreating over. Eat her meat and be blessed yourself. May each of you that is NOT pregnant eat a piece of her calf, as a blessing to your own womb, so that it may be filled with child!" Leslie shouted as cum ran down her leg. Leslie closed her eyes and concentrated. She thought to the Family. "It's a single girl...thank you Daddy." "I have been blessed by Father with a baby girl!!" Leslie yelled triumphantly. The rows of slaves cheered. "Today, two new Mothers have been conceived, may all of you be full of meat and drunk on wine in celebration!" Leslie cried in joy. The slaves responded in kind. Laughter and joyous noise filled the ears of the Family. Steven and Mary picked up the spit and carried it to a new stand over a hot coal fire. Rullo was far enough over the fire that she felt heat, but it didn't hurt. Charcoal was added, a bit at a time. Both Rullo and her calf seemed to be calm even after an hour. Rullo didn't realize it, but her skin had been hardened and browned. She was sweating fat instead of water. Two hours in, Rullo was drifting in and out of consciousness. She was cooking, and she smelled the delicious meat. Rullo was hungry as night fell. The calf was still moving. After another hour Rullo and the calf were dead. A fourth hour, and they were properly cooked. Anna oversaw the cooking of Rullo. Turning the crank herself. By that time the slaves were all drunk. They ravaged the meat from Rullo's bones. The Family cut off her breasts and tried it. They collectively decided that slave meat should not be overcooked. Their girls managed to devour every last ounce of meat. Steven announced that they may retire at will or drink until they passed, but they should enjoy the night. Steven took Kulinne's hand. He walked her next to the fire and handed her a cup of booze. His belly was full and his dick was once again hard. Kulinne drank from the cup and noticed her God's problem. She instinctively went on her hands and knees. Steven mounted the slave. It took a long time for Steven to squirt a lob of cum into the slave. Kulinne enjoyed every second. Steven slid out of her, and the slaves cheered. Leslie walked over to Kulinne and touched her belly. "It's a boy!!" Leslie screamed drunkenly. Over a hundred slaves roared in approval. Kulinne suddenly grew frightened. Leslie picked up on it. She knelt next to the slave and looked into her eyes. "Don't worry, you will stay here. Only your boy will be moved." She slurred. "Thank you Mother Leslie, I love you." Kulinne sobbed. Leslie hugged her, her heart warmed by the sentiment. "I love you too little one, you will be with me from now on. I'm keeping you as a lover and house maiden." Leslie whispered and then kissed the slave deeply. The two began to make love next to the fire. Many of the slaves took this as a sign, and began to pair up. Lynn laughed to herself, and turned to look at Detrinna still in Leslie's throne. Detrinna's belly full of Rullo's meat and Daddy's wine. Lynn walked up to the porch. She grabbed Detrinna's hand and pulled her down the stairs and next to the fire. Steven watched as Lynn mounted Detrinna's face. The slave happily licked and sucked her Goddesses cunt. Steven was unmoved by it. The little liar needed to be dealt with, but he hadn't decided how just yet. Lynn was affording the favor of giving him time to think. Steven wandered away from the fire and sat next to his other daughters on the grass.. He put one arm around Bea, and his other arm around Lizzy. Anna sat in front of him with a full cup of the brandy they had made. "We gonna get (quiet belch) some baa- babies too Daddy?" Anna stammered sternly. Her attitude struck Steven all wrong. Bea and Lizzy were shocked at her tone, both of their mouths opened in awe. Steven stared at her for a second, then slapped her. Anna fell sideways into the grass she was sitting on, her drink spilled onto the ground. Anna began to cry. "You don't speak to me that way. Just because you are strong doesn't mean you forget your place! If you wanted to be a wife, you should have stepped up before Leslie did." Steven scolded her. He looked around, none had noticed the altercation. Anna sat up, tears running from her eyes. "I'm sorry Daddy, but I know I'm not the only one that feels left out!" She said in a softer, more discreet tone. "Anna had you not noticed, that now that the ceremony is over I came to sit with the three of you?" Steven pointed out. Anna rubbed her cheek, and wiped her eyes. "But Daddy, you won't give US a baby tonight!" She protested. "Oh you vicious, evil CUNT...." Steven shook his head. Bea and Lizzy looked at their Father in shock. Why would he say that? Anna's eyes locked on her Father's. "This ceremony, this celebration is for them!" Steven pointed at the slaves. His demeanor changed to a loving one. "I'm going to give the three of you babies after this spiel is over, I promise." He hugged Lizzy and Bea tight. He then let go of them and pulled Anna into his lap, kissing her on the lips. He wrapped his arms around the three of them. "I love you very much. Never forget that. You can read my mind, you know I cannot lie to you." Steven said soothingly. Lizzy tested it. "Why did you call Anna those names?" Lizzy turned her head to read her Fathers face. Stevens voice and Anna's voice responded at the exact same time. "Because (she) (I) is/am a vicious evil cunt" They said. Anna added. "That's my role. I'm Lynn's evil twin sister. When Lynn can't be dark and vicious, I am supposed to be. That's why I got the "Goddess of War" title.' Anna lowered her head. "I'm evil, and now they know it." Anna was speaking directly to her Father, her voice wavered. She was feeling joy of knowing her place, but saddened by how she would be seen. "My children will be evil. Evelyn was named by evil. I'm not terribly proud. It's who I am. Lynn was cackling when the ship sank, I know you heard her Bea. I did the same when Olivia beat Mary. I enjoyed Olivia's death, Nadia's torture. I loved all of it. Today was the best day of my life. I got to roast a human being alive....slowly killing her, and her unborn wretch. I am the Goddess of War, only outmatched by the Goddess of Death. The one sister I'd love to make love to every night." Anna was weeping. "I need you to be just the person you are Anna. In fact I will need you to help me later tonight with the liar" Steven said. Steven released his four-way hug. He moved Anna so her head was in his lap. He kissed Bea open mouthed, and then Lizzy open mouthed. He untied his pants and put his limp cock in Anna's mouth. Anna sucked on it hungrily. When Anna began to get it to respond he spoke. "Tonight Anna is going to do something, I don't know what. But I trust your sister to punish this liar in a creative and painful way. After I rape this impostor, I'm going to deliver her to Anna's hands. Then you will see Anna's importance, why she needs to be a part of this family." Steven looked at his prettiest daughter, Lizzy. "You are the essence of beauty. You are pomp and grace." He kissed Lizzy. He turned to Beatrice. "You are goodness and purity, you are gentle and kind. Anna's opposite." He kissed Bea on the mouth. Steven cock was finally hard. He tapped Anna's head. She let go of the throat hold she had on the cock that made her. Steven stood, and as he tied his pants said..."Follow me." The four of them walked over to the porch where the slave Detrinna sat drinking in Leslie's throne. Steven grabbed her by the arm and pulled her out of the seat. He bent the girl over the arm of Lynn's seat, closest to the front door. He let his pants fall, and put the head of his hard cock at her opening. Without lube or pause he forced his massive cock into the tight passage. Detrinna screamed, getting the attention of everyone. Anna turned to the crowd. "This slave said she was a virgin. In fact, she was the favorite of her brother! She lied to you! She lied to us all! Now this wench will be punished for lying to her God! You must witness this!" Anna turned back to watch her Father rape the squirming girl. Steven was hurting himself, but he didn't care. Once her cunt ripped, and she began to bleed, lubrication was there. Steven raped the girl for almost 25 minutes. He then pulled out and shoved his cock into her ass. That ripped as well. Blood dripped from her steadily as she was ass raped. Detrinna was screaming the entire time. Bea shuddered. Lizzy hid her face from the sight. Leslie went back to her slave. Lynn and Anna rubbed each other and kissed, giggling and laughing in delight. Steven waved Anna over. Anna ran up the stairs with a question on her face. Steven grabbed her dress and pulled it up. Anna got the hint. Anna bent over next to Detrinna with her dress over her waist. Steven pulled out of the bloodied ass, and plunged his cock into Anna's wet and waiting cunt. He pumped the very last of his seed into Anna. She cooed in happiness. The blood of a rape victim bathed her new daughter upon conception. Anna knew this daughter would be a wicked one. Steven went limp. He grabbed Detrinna by her long hair and threw her down the 5 stairs of the porch. "No girl lies to God and gets away with it! This girl hasn't suffered yet! This girl will live, but wish she wasn't alive. I will set the newest mother to work on her...your Goddess of War. Anna!" Steven received drunken cheers from his slaves. Anna beat her, whipped her, and then got creative. Anna fisted her cunt and ass. Anna fed Detrinna her own shit, then Anna shat in her mouth, and made her swallow it. Finally Anna took Detrinna to the beach. She made her dig a deep hole, and then get in it. Anna and the slaves pushed the sands over Detrinna's standing body. Only her head stuck out after the hole was filled in. The slaves built a new fire, and set up chairs above the high tide mark. They talked and watched as the tide came in, and the crabs and sand fleas played havoc with the slaves face. They drank and laughed each time Detrinna screamed, making a game of it. Slowly the tide came in. The waves kissed Detrinna's face, she shook her head violently trying to will away the water. The young slave spat and blew the water away. Anna watched closely, her hand planted between her legs rubbing slowly. Anna eyes began to flutter with each scream for help that came from the head on the beach. The firm grip on her shoulder, and the baritone voice of her father shook her from her orgasmic stupor. "Dig her out of there, we need every slave we have. She learned her lesson." Steven walked away, shooing the slaves and his daughters back inside the wall. Lizzy walked along side her Daddy as they retreated to the whiskey barrel inside the wall. "Love your sister for her talents, you each have your own, and hers is downright vicious." Steven put his arm around Lizzy. "Tonight, after all of this, I think I will keep you next to me." He looked down at her. Lizzy looked back up at him and smiled.