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Devil’s Island Sporting Club
by captv8td
captv8td1@gmail.com
Chapter 1
“What are you doing still here?” the man asked accusingly. “Git going!” He poked her with one of the tending poles along the dock.
Kim cowered back for a moment, afraid of the threatening male. Then she decided that it was best to leave. The other two girls who had been on the dock with her had already run off into the distance.
Kim passed the three cages that were still on the dock. These cages had held the three girls until they reached their destination. They had arrived only ten minutes earlier.
Arrived didn’t seem to be the right word to her. That seemed to imply that this was their intended destination, which it surely was not. Kim had no desire to be here, wherever here was.
She passed a large sign at the end of the dock and paused to read it. “Devil’s Island Sporting Club – Members Only. Trespassers will be Prosecuted.”
This caused a dilemma for her. She knew that she was not a member. She didn’t even know what the club was. Were they trying to trick her into going onto their property so they could arrest her and sue her? If they were, they were going to extreme measures.
The day before, she had been kidnapped by three men while she was crossing her college campus. They had driven her to an airport where she was taken onto a plane and stripped and stuffed into a cage. The plane had delivered her to another airport and then she and her cage had been loaded onto a boat. Two other girls in cages were already on the boat.
“Git going!” the male shouted at her again. “Or I’ll turn the hunters loose on you.” She started walking again.
The male smiled as he watched her step off the dock and walk away onto the island. This girl was going to be a favorite with the members, he thought. He might even try to bag her in one of the hunts in the future.
She was a tall one at nearly six feet in height. She had long blonde hair that was very fine and billowed with the gentle sea breeze.
Kim’s body was slender but decidedly feminine. She had relatively wide shoulders and the man guessed that she was a swimmer. Her waist was narrow, bordering on waspish. Her hips were narrow but could not be considered boyish. She definitely had a womanly figure. And her legs were long, long, long. He looked forward to spreading them and exploring the heavenly delights between them.
Although he could not see them because she was walking away from him, he remembered her breasts. Those were her best features as far as he was concerned. They were very full and completely defied gravity as they stood proudly on her chest. They would provide him with hours and hours of fun someday.
Her face was perfect also and he thought again about what the best feature on this girl was. Maybe it was her face. It was elegant with soft curves and her skin was perfect, like fine porcelain. Her pouty lips and deep blue eyes made him want to just gobble her up. But that would have to wait for another day. In the meantime, he had to finish securing the boat and then report the delivery of the three girls to the club president.
Kim paused again once she reached the end of the beach. Should she explore the shoreline or go inland? In her state of nudity, neither sounded attractive. What if she encountered others here? What would they think of a naked girl running around? It was too embarrassing to even think about. She looked through the trees and saw that there was no undergrowth. Moving through the trees should be easy enough. But the sun would be setting soon and it would get dark earlier in the forest. She decided to stay on the beach and take advantage of the diminishing sunlight.
She turned to her right and started walking. The soft, loose sand was warm and felt good beneath her feet. The water was beautiful off to her right. Under other circumstances, this might be a perfect place to be. But it didn’t feel so perfect to her at the moment.
She knew that she should be terrified, but she was not. To be sure, she was afraid and worried. She didn’t know who these men were or what they had in mind for her. Plus she was as naked as the day she was born. They had even taken her jewelry away from her.
It was hot even though it was late in the day. She could feel her body starting to perspire and she wondered how hot it could get during the heat of the day. She reached to her chest and lifted her breasts in her palms, letting their undersides air out.
Kim gave her breasts a squeeze. They were her prides and joys. They were perfect in every way but they were also her biggest enemies. Everyone seemed to prize them above all else about her. Nobody ever took her mind seriously because they all seemed to be fixated on her breasts. She wondered if she would have even been kidnapped if she had a smaller chest. Probably not, she thought.
There was no time for idle musings, though. She started walking again. She needed to find shelter and, more importantly, she needed to find water and food. She would dehydrate quickly in this oppressive heat if she didn’t find water.
She eventually came to a stop again. The beach kept going but a fence blocked her way. It ran from about a hundred feet into the water inland. The fence looked strong and ominous. Strands of barbed wire ran from post to post and a sign hanging from one of the wires announced that it was electrified.
She decided that it was time to explore inland. Hopefully, she would find a spring or a stream and maybe a place to sleep for the night.
Kim moved parallel to the fence and the land rose. A little path had been worn into the grass and she followed it. Every so often, she would see a sign hanging on the fence. “Warning: Electrified Fence. Property of Devil’s Island Sporting Club. No Trespassing.”
She kept going higher and higher and it kept getting darker. She could see most of the island now and it looked like a pretty place. A campfire was burning way off in the distance but it was too far to try to reach tonight. But it was a pretty place. Under different circumstances, she thought she could enjoy it here.
She found a stream and paused to drink from it. This was another first for her. She would normally never drink from a river or stream for fear of some kind of contamination. But she was thirsty so that prevailed.
“I guess being a naked prisoner changes your priorities,” she mused.
It was too dark at this point to safely explore further. She decided that this was a good place to spend the night. At least she would have some water in the morning.
She bent down some tall grass and then gathered some more to try to make a mattress. Then she lay down on her makeshift bed and curled up. It was not at all comfortable. But at least it was better than that infernal cage that she had been transported in.
Eventually, sleep overtook her.
Chapter 2
“Are you nuts?” Kim heard. She opened her eyes and saw another naked woman staring down at her with her hands on her hips. “You’ll be the first one caught if they come today.”
“Oh, hi,” responded Kim as she rose to her feet. She brushed off some of the grass that had stuck to her skin. “I’m Kim. Who are you?”
“They call me Queenie,” said the shorter woman as she looked up at Kim who was now towering above her. “But why are you here? This is just about the worst place you could be.”
“There was water and I was thirsty,” said Kim. “And the ground was soft and I needed a place to sleep.”
“And there’s a gate too,” replied Queenie as she pointed at the fence. Kim turned her head and saw the gate a few feet beyond where she had stopped for the night. “That’s where they come for the hunts. Are you new here or something?”
“Yeah,” nodded Kim. “Pretty new. They dumped me at the dock last night.”
“Rats!” exclaimed Queenie. “That means that I can’t capture you.” She paused and then added, “Yet.”
Kim raised her eyebrows and opened her mouth to respond. But Queenie continued before she could say anything. “Well the least I can do is tell you how things work around here. Then, after you have been here three days, I can capture you if you don’t join the Foxes.”
“Foxes?” asked Kim.
“Yeah, Foxes,” nodded Queenie. I’m a Fox. I’ll tell you all about it. But first let’s get away from this place.”
“Well, I’m all packed and ready to go,” said Kim with a nervous laugh. She didn’t understand most of what Queenie was talking about but she understood that it was not safe here.
“Yeah, you’re packed. That’s for sure,” giggled Queenie as she reached up and softly gripped Kim’s left breast, giving it a couple of squeezes. “Great set!”
“Hey!” objected Kim at the uninvited touch. “That’s not nice!”
“Get used to it,” grinned Queenie as she lowered her hand again. “They’ll be touched a lot here.”
“Not if I have anything to say about it,” grumbled Kim.
“You won’t,” said Queenie. “Okay, let’s go.” Then the two of them headed off down another trail with Queenie in the lead. Kim followed and listened as Queenie educated her on the island.
Kim learned that the island was owned by a group of chauvinistic males who liked to hunt girls. There were about fifty girls on the island at any one time but she had no idea how many men there were.
The island was divided in two by the electric fence. The girls lived on one side and the men were on the other. Every so often, the men would conduct a hunt. They would come thundering through the gate on horseback, armed with rifles. The girls would run and hide.
“Most of the time, they just shoot tranquilizer darts,” Queenie said.
“That still sounds dangerous,” observed Kim.
“It is,” Queenie agreed. “So it’s best if you don’t get shot.”
Several new girls were added to the island each month, just as Kim had been the night before. But the men never let the female population get much above fifty.
“How do they do that?” asked Kim. “Do they release some each month?”
“Hardly,” said Queenie. “Remember how I said that most of the time they use darts? The rest of the time, they use real bullets. They call it thinning the herd.”
Kim gasped. “That’s horrible! How can they do that? That’s illegal!”
Queenie sighed, “Not here it isn’t. They set their own rules here. And we just try to stay alive.”
“That sounds just awful,” lamented Kim.
“Yeah, it is,” agreed Queenie. “And once they kill you, they either roast you and have a feast or have you stuffed and mounted on a wall. I’m not sure which is worse but by then, I guess it doesn’t matter. Dead is dead.”
Kim shuddered at the latest horrible revelation. Once again, she silently cursed her breasts for getting her into this mess.
Queenie went on with her description of life on the island. They were passing through forest now but they stayed on the little path.
The women were organized into three tribes. Queenie’s tribe was the Foxes. They lived in the hills. More precisely, they lived in a hill. They had burrowed caves into the hillside and now lived in those little dens.
The Bunnies lived on the beach. They had a few huts or cabanas that provided them shelter from the sun but they tended to be easy prey for the men and also for the other tribes.
“When one of us needs a slave, we usually raid the Bunnies,” Queenie explained.
“Slaves?” said Kim with raised eyebrows.
“Yeah, slaves,” nodded Queenie. “They cook for us and help with the digging. And they keep us warm at night.” She giggled at that last comment.
“And then there is the Witch,” Queenie went on. “She’s kind of a tribe of her own but she has a few followers. Well, maybe they’re submissives or slaves. I’m not sure. I usually avoid them.”
“We are the biggest tribe. There are about twenty Foxes. There are maybe fifteen Bunnies. And maybe five in the Witch’ tribe.”
“But that’s only forty,” remarked Kim. “I thought you said there were about fifty girls.”
“Oh, there are,” nodded Queenie. “The rest are in the kennels on the other side of the island.”
“The kennels?” blinked Kim. “What does that mean?”
“It’s just a bunch of cages that the men keep us in if they catch us. If you end up in the kennels, they usually end up releasing you eventually. But it could take a while.”
“Some of them are pregnant and are kept there until their babies arrive. Some already gave birth and are kept there as human cows being milked every day. And some are just kept on the other side of the island as fuck toys.”
“Oh gosh!” gasped Kim. “This is awful! I have to get out of here!”
“Good luck if you can,” said Queenie. “I don’t think that anyone has ever escaped. And they say that the club has been operating like this for over forty years.”
“Here we are,” Queenie finally announced. Kim looked up and saw a few other girls sitting around a fire but saw nothing that resembled a camp or a village. “This is home.”
To be continued
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