1. The Island, Chapter 12


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    say something to her through the gag, to plead for her to let me go, but incomprehensible sounds were all that I managed. I shook my hands in their ties, but I was held fast. I got another whack in the ass with a spear for my troubles, and I realized why caning is such an effective punishment in Singapore. It hurts like hell! “Shut up you filthy pervert!” growled the girl next to Alexis. Hannah was her name, and I recalled she was the co-captain. She was a petite redhead, with fair skin, now marred by multicolored swirls of paint. Where the fuck did they get body paint? Did they travel with it? Then again, maybe it was just repurposed makeup. She sported the leather skirt, and nothing else but sneakers. Her full breasts hung heavily on her chest, the pale pink nipples rather small for the size of the tits. Despite her small stature, she looked even more intimidating than Alexis, partly because of the scowl disfiguring her otherwise cute face, and partly because she was brandishing the spear that had now struck me twice. Sara and Nina were both about 5’ 8”, black haired and olive complected. Sara’s hair was straight, and Nina’s curly. They both wore bikini bottoms and sneakers, and were covered in the obligatory body paint. I guessed Sara to be Iranian and thought perhaps Nina might have been of Jewish descent. Sara had a huge knife strapped to her hip, while Nina held another spear. They had their arms draped over one another’s shoulders, and their bare breasts rubbed ...
    against each other entrancingly, catching my eye despite my predicament. The lone black girl was Samantha, I remembered. She was tall like Alexis, probably 5’ 10”. She had a wild mass of tight curls springing from her head. Her C-cup breasts sat high on her chest, and were encircled by rings of red paint. Between the bare breasts, the paint, and her spear, she looked like she had walked out of a National Geographic story. The bright red panties she wore over her generous ass spoiled the effect somewhat, however. Two more blond girls had sat down off to the side and seemed to be sharpening a bamboo pole into another spear. I could only hope it wasn’t meant to be used on me in some terrible ritual. The last girl was Emily, I remembered. She was the youngest, and had minimal paint on her. She wore black shorts, and her long light brown hair fell over her shoulders, nearly covering her small, pointy breasts. She was the only one not holding a weapon, and also seemed to be the only one not enjoying my captivity. She looked nervous and out of sorts, and kept glancing at Alexis, perhaps for guidance. Despite my circumstances, I was still surrounded by a lot of very attractive female flesh, and my dick was waving in the breeze in front of them. I didn’t quite have an erection, but it wasn’t flaccid anymore. Samantha noticed and her dark face broke into a smile. “Hey, look!” she said to the others. “He’s getting a boner!” “God, he really is a sicko. He must not be able to control himself,” ...
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