Chapter 13 - The Second Month
I had devised a crude but comfortable hammock out of a length of carpet
ripped from the plane's cabin floor. I had suspended it with vines between two
nearby palms. I had found that a siesta during the hot part of the day seemed to
fit well in my day's schedule. It was from here that I witnessed the next set of
events.
Over the past few days a new camp status hierarchy had emerged. The new order
insinuated itself almost completely outside of my awareness. I came to realize
that Jennifer considered herself "the first wife".
My lowered male sensitivities missed most of the subtle early signs of a
female power play. Looking back, of course, the sequence of events and the final
outcome should have been readily foreseeable.
Immediately upon joining our camp Brittany seemed to have inherited the scut
work. I assumed that she was attempting to show she could fit in and ultimately
to please me. She took over the fire detail, cleaning detail, and did all our
cooking.
I witnessed the final moment of rebellion, the resulting consequences, and
initially failed to recognize the significance. Brittany had evidently cut
herself while cleaning a fish. Jennifer had been dictating instructions to her
on how to perform the task properly while she herself sat against a palm tree
sharpening a spear.
I was disturbed from my nap at the change in the tone of their voices.
Brittany stood up from her chores and approached Jennifer. She stood above
Jennifer and while I could not make out all the words, the tension of the
charged moment was highly evident. Brittany was delivering a whispered tirade
and pointing at the fire, the hut and me. She paused to look at me, and then
turned to again to shake a finger in Jennifer's face.
I watched in dispassionate interest, not really having the energy or
inclination to involve myself in a minor catfight.
Jennifer paused in her task and was looking up at her friend with a slightly
puzzled expression. Abruptly she kicked out her folded leg and caught Brittany's
kneecap with the base of her foot. Brittany buckled and collapsed flat in the
sand. Jennifer never moved from her sitting position but simply extended her arm
and her spear so the tip lay under Brittany's chin.
Brittany had been attempting to rise when she felt the sharp prick and
realized her position. Her eyes widened and she stared at her friend in shock.
Jennifer said something to her in a low tone.
I figured that this situation was close to getting out of hand. "HEY!" I
yelled.
Both girls turned to look at me.
"ENOUGH!" I ordered.
The two girls looked back at each other and there was a long moment of
tension. Jennifer then withdrew her spear but not without flicking Brittany with
its tip. I heard Brittany cry out, falling back into the sand as she clutched at
her chin. Jennifer rose, shook her long hair from her face and looked over her
shoulder at me. She then strode almost defiantly down the beach to the surf.
I was going to get out of my hammock and check on Brittany, but she had
shuffled to her feet and returned to her cooking duties with her back to me. It
seemed as if the moment had past so I decided to let the matter go. I dozed back
off.
Later that night when I returned to the camp after checking the traps, I
found a tense atmosphere. Brittany was huddled in the sand with Jennifer
standing over her. Both girls watched me approach, Brittany with apparent
trepidation, and Jennifer with a scowl.
Jennifer immediately told me of the situation. "Do you know what this stupid
BITCH has done?" she said dramatically.
I smiled slightly and shrugged.
"Look at your supper!" Jennifer exclaimed, pointing at a smoking charred fish
at the edge of the fire. "I caught your favorite fish for you and she burned
it!"
Jennifer nudged the prostrate Brittany who looked up at me miserably. She was
crying. I noticed she had a slight scab on her chin. "I am so sorry!" Brittany
blubbered. "I only left it a minute and it started b-b-burning."
I shook my head as if in dismay "Damn! And I am starving," I said.
Tears welled in Brittany's eyes. She brought her hands up to her face and
started earnestly sobbing.
"I told you, Brittany, and now he will whip you good with the bamboo switch!"
Jennifer told her friend triumphantly.
Actually I had snacked on some raw oysters earlier down at the beach and had
taken the edge off my appetite. But I thought I might play this out to see if it
went in an interesting direction. "Jennifer, you whip her. I'm too tired
tonight," I announced.
Both girls' heads came up and twisted toward me at this. Brittany coughed in
the middle of a sob. A sudden light came to Jennifer's eyes and we shared a
conspiratorial understanding.
Brittany stared at me in dismay. "Oh no... Not her... Please!" she begged.
She had risen to her knees in supplication. "It won't ever happen again...
Master... please don't let her whip me." She sounded pitiful. She started crying
again.
Jennifer was watching me. I shrugged my shoulders in an indifferent manner.
"Try not to break any more of her skin when you whip her," I said in a serious
manner. "We don't need anyone getting an infection out here."
Brittany crawled to my feet. "Oh please don't let her whip me," She pleaded
earnestly. "I have been trying so hard to do everything right. She is just so
mean. I can't stand having her whip me. It's not fair."
I pulled my leg away from Brittany's grasp.
"You must learn, Brittany," I told her coldly. I turned and walked over to
the far side of the fire, sat down on a rock and prepared to watch the evening's
entertainment.
Jennifer walked over to the pile of roof thatching material we had cut. She
found a limber bamboo switch that she tested by flicking it in the air. It made
a wicked hissing sound.
Brittany rose to a crouch and was watching her friend closely. Her head
turned and it was apparent she was debating fleeing into the darkness.
Jennifer made no move to approach her but stood nearly ten feet away. "Don't
you even think about running off, you bad girl, because if you do, you will not
be coming back," Jennifer said sternly. "You can go back and live with Kimberly
and be cold and hungry."
"Now if you want to live here you must learn the rules," she added.
Jennifer impressed me. She seemed to take naturally to the dominating role.
"You will crawl your ass over here, stick it up in the air and take your
whipping or crawl off like a dog in the darkness. You have till I count to ten
to decide."
Jennifer looked at me and smirked. I shook my head in amazement.
"ONE!" Jennifer barked.
Still crouching in the sand, Brittany no longer appeared ready to escape. She
looked beaten already. Her head was bowed and her full but disheveled blonde
tresses covered her face.
"TWO!"
Brittany shook her head slowly in a negative fashion. I heard her sob
something about "not fair".
"THREE!"
Dejectedly, Brittany fell forward on her hands. Slowly she began a shuffling
hesitant crawl through the loose sand toward Jennifer.
"FOUR!" Jennifer added, "You better hurry yourself over here or I will whip
you extra."
Brittany started to scurry.
"FIVE, SIX, SEVEN..."
Brittany had reached Jennifer's feet and I heard her make a low mournful
plea.
"Oh shut up, you little crybaby," Jennifer exclaimed.
Jennifer used the switch to poke at the back of Brittany's head and then to
lightly swat her backside.
"Now keep that head down and that bottom up," she said.
Kimberly was trembling. "If you move... I will switch you extra... Brittany
do you understand me?"
Brittany made an affirmative sound.
"Say it louder so Master can hear you!"
Brittany turned her face toward me so our eyes met. She looked miserable. "I
understand, Jennifer," she said plaintively.
Jennifer impatiently tapped Brittany's up-raised buttocks with the switch.
"Higher... Get your ass up higher!" Jennifer commanded.
Brittany strained to arch her bottom up. I saw a muscle twitch in her thigh.
Jennifer finally seemed satisfied with her friend's awkward contortion.
Jennifer brought her arm back and then swung back down. The switch made a
high-pitched whistle and there was a sharp SNAP. Brittany screamed and jerked
away. Her hands fluttered toward her new burning injury.
"OH GOD THAT HURTS!" she screamed in a near hysterical tone.
I saw there was an angry red stripe dead centered across both cheeks. Blood
drops immediately beaded at the farthest tip of the wound.
Jennifer seemed surprised at her friend's reaction. She looked at me with an
expression of amazement.
I shrugged my shoulders and adopted a concerned expression. I made an
"ease-up" motion with my hand. Then I motioned for her to continue. Watching
these two beautiful naked girls interacting in this show of power excited me.
"I am not done yet, Brittany. Now get your ass back where it belongs,"
Jennifer ordered.
Brittany lay prostrate in the sand. Her hands clenched at her butt and she
plainly wanted to rub at the searing agony of her wound. But she found
immediately that touching the burn only increased the pain. She was crying
pitifully.
Jennifer poked her ribs with the switch. "Get it up right now, Brittany. This
is the last time I tell you," Jennifer warned.
Brittany moaned softly and I heard her quietly begging Jennifer to "please
not to hurt me anymore." But she slowly pushed herself up and tentatively arched
her body as she had been told. The movement caused the skin to stretch across
her tormented backside. She flinched and, for a moment, faltered. Then she
obediently took the proper position.
I was very impressed with her desire to obey.
Jennifer stood above her watching with hands on her hips.
This time Jennifer eased her upswing. Her arm movement was barely more than a
wrist jerk. There was still a hiss and satisfying SNAP.
Brittany's head came up. She gasped and let out an agonized wail, but this
time she did not lose her position. Her arms went back instinctively to cover
her ass causing her hair to fan out and face to burrow into the loose sand.
But that cute, now doubly striped, bottom remained submissively in place.
My mind raced ahead with possible erotic plans to exploit Brittany's
weaknesses. I mused again about my newfound passion for power and how it excited
me.
Jennifer was watching me. I held up one finger and mouthed "one more."
Jennifer nodded.
The next swing was a compromise between the first two. But Jennifer did
cruelly bring it down and up so the SNAP of skin contact was on the underside of
Brittany's sweet bottom.
These new pains on virgin unmarked skin caused Brittany to leapfrog forward
and then flatten out. She made a drawn-out keening sound, which changed to a
series of choking sobs.
Jennifer dropped to her knees beside her friend. She began to stroke her hair
and leaned forward to whisper consolations in her ear. Brittany curled around
toward her and laid her head on Brittany's bent leg. She continued to cry.
I stood. I had an intense erection and was heavily tempted to screw one or
both teenagers. But the intimate manner the two friends held each other made me
feel as if my intrusion would constitute rudeness at the moment. I decided it
was the girls' time and I would take my pleasure later. I went into the hut and
stretched out.
Later I was awakened by the unmistakable sounds of female passion.
I rolled over and looked out the hut door into the darkness. The moon was
full and its pale light cast an ethereal quality to the two dark shapes on the
white sand. The wood fire had died but the girl's passion continued to rage. I
watched as the ghostly but distinct shape of a gyrating Jennifer rode a sublime
Brittany. Jennifer fully straddled the prone newfound submissive's face.
Jennifer had her hands intertwined in Brittany's thick mane of blonde hair that
she used for purchase as she ground the other girl's lapping tongue against her
spread sex.
The sounds that had awakened me were Jennifer's shrilly panted commands for
her friend to "lick it harder."
I shook my head in wonder at this new twist in the development our little
society.
