Chapter 18
With the rising full moon I figured we had been on the island seven months.
We still maintained the large SOS on the beach and the ready signal fire. But
these tasks had become simple routine, losing importance as critical
necessities. Civilization was becoming a fading memory as we adapted to the
realities of our island existence.
Kimberly was at the bottom of the new social hierarchy. She had to learn all
the tedious drudge jobs necessary for a clean, functioning camp that the other
girl's had come to loath. It was not that that the work was so hard but being
the "low man" on the totem pool was a stigma. This position had become known
unaffectionately as the "camp slut".
Kimberly's responsibilities included the campfire, cooking, cleaning,
salvaging and in her spare time the monotonously ongoing weaving and repair of
the grass mats we sat and sleep on.
Her Mistress was a diligent taskmaster. Jennifer instinctively used methods
of negative and positive reinforcement as she taught Kimberly what was expected
of her. I immediately perceived Kimberly was going to be a better "campslut"
than the two prior versions had been.
I noticed the rough sheet metal plates we cooked from immediately lost the
imbedded dark build-up from the surface cracks and folds. The previous kitchen
help had sworn this infused matter was ingrained. The fire seemed to smoke less
and the food was more carefully prepared. I had been pleased to find my supper
without the typical scorched edges. I had come to accept these annoyances and
their sudden absence was not missed. Kimberly was instantly recognized as having
a calling.
Jennifer would not let her stand upright the first few days. She was forced
to crawl or crab walk. Jennifer would walk her down to the beach on a leash like
a dog to relieve herself. But, as it became evident this hampering means of
locomotion was hindering Kimberly's efficient abilities, Jennifer loosened her
rein somewhat.
We had come to crave red meat. Monkey meat was tough and good only in a stew.
When we would bring down one of the "rat pigs" there was exuberance about the
camp. These animals were crafty and had become aware of our threat. They would
squeal and vanish at the first sign of us. We had to use all our developing
skills to kill them.
The previous evening Jennifer had taken Kimberly hunting. They had spent the
night at our hunting "high camp." At dawn Jennifer planned to stake out at a
well-marked water hole she had found. At dusk I had watched the pair depart. A
regal Jennifer leading and Kimberly, burdened by spears and other equipment,
close behind.
The next morning they returned in triumph. I had seen them emerge from the
jungle with their prize suspended from a pole they carried between them. We
always slaughtered a quarter mile from the camp at an oddly wind-bent palm. The
palm's low-slung strength permitted an easy method of hanging the carcass.
Jennifer was now instructing Kimberly on how to butcher. Kimberly knelt
attentively at the standing Jennifer's feet. The creature was dangling upside
down by a single back leg.
Jennifer ran her stone down the edge of her machete. "You cut here, here and
here," she demonstrated. Using the knife she slit opened the carcass from chest
to abdomen. A mass of guts spilled out splashing the too close Kimberly with
blood and offal. Kimberly shuddered but did not move.
I walked up on the two at this moment. Kimberly turned her head to me. She
looked forlorn. Blood speckled her beautiful features.
"Now reach in there and pull all those guts out so I can cut it clear," an
all-business Jennifer instructed. Again Kimberly shuddered. But bravely she
reached up and avoiding contact until the last moment made a gingerly touch,
then a full grasp of the inner intestines.
"Pull it down," Jennifer said as she reached in and cut.
The ropy mass dropped nearly in Kimberly's lap. She let out a quiet moan and
I could see was fighting an overwhelming impulse to recoil backwards.
Jennifer seemed assured of her slave's training and continued to concentrate
on finishing her gruesome task. She cut the lungs and heart free and held them
to Kimberly.
"Go set those in the sun. They will draw crabs to the traps tonight," she
said and pushed them against the older woman's outthrust bosom. Kimberly's hands
came up and she grasped the formless mass to herself. I saw blood pool in the
deep cavity of her breasts from a draining cavity of the creature's heart. As
she stood I watched rivulets trail down her smooth stomach and legs. Kimberly
hurried into the sunlight leaving bloody footprints in the sand.
I watched her go and found myself desiring her in some strong primitive
fashion.
"Jennifer I think the time has come for Kimberly," I said.
Jennifer had been concentrating as she precisely cut some of the tender
muscle at the loin. She looked over at me and smiled broadly.
"I wondered how long you could hold off wanting your share of that prime
stuff," she replied. She dropped the choice cut on a nearby metal plate. "Any
particular way you want it served ol' Master?" she asked smirking.
"Rare" I said.
After the butchering the two girls were in need of a bath. Jennifer suggested
I come along and witness Kimberly's new talent. She told me that the switch had
overcome Kimberly's initial refusal to perform cunnilingus. Jennifer added that
over the past couple days she had shown progressive improvement. The nearby
silent Kimberly had blushed in embarrassment at Jennifer's words.
At the pool Kimberly knelt between a regally sitting Jennifer's thighs. The
two females were in the clear shallows below the falls. There was a partially
submerged rock there, which was very convenient for sitting while washing. The
water rose to the Kimberly's nipples, which had tautened in the coolness. Their
buoyancy lifted her large breasts. Both girl's glistened nakedly in the
waterfall's mist.
Kimberly was carefully shaving her mistress's legs with one of the "razors".
Jennifer would raise the leg being administered to from the water and rest it on
Kimberly's shoulder. She had finished both legs and used a cloth rag to rinse
off the residue. I was nearby floating on my back in the sun and casually
watching them. Because of distance and the waterfall I could not hear the
conversation but I noticed Jennifer had pulled herself higher on the rock and
spread her legs wide. She was indicating her pubic region. I saw the pink flash
of her gaping vagina.
Kimberly had set back and was staring at the offered sex before her. Jennifer
was watching her closely. I saw her lips move and Kimberly nodded her head.
Kimberly looked over her shoulder at me then on her knees moved closer between
Jennifer's thighs. Kimberly reached over Jennifer's leg to the conch shell we
kept the lotion in and scooped up a measure with her fingers.
Kimberly gently lathered the junction of Jennifer's thighs. Jennifer favored
a distinctly neat tuft. Jennifer leaned back on her hands with her face raised
upward and her eyes closed. Then her head came forward and frowning in
displeasure and she rapped Kimberly's head with a knuckle.
I could not hear the scolding but Kimberly immediately began a more earnest
and vigorous working of the area. Jennifer seemed more satisfied. She waved at
me. She was luxuriating in her power.
I had noticed a pattern of behavior with our Kimberly. When commanded to step
in a direction she perceived as "wrong" she would balk. But, once she had
reassured herself and conveyed to us that she knew she had no other choice, and
then she would devote herself totally to what had been ordered of her.
Now she used her fingers to gently pull the fold of her mistress's labia.
Jennifer had a very wide spaced gap between her slender legs. This area Kimberly
shaved. Finally I saw her carefully edge her mistress's unique hairstyle.
Kimberly used a wet rag to rinse her handiwork and sat back. Jennifer leaned
forward and closely inspected the completed job. She approved and smiled. Then I
saw her telling Kimberly something. Kimberly's head drooped forward in a manner
as of accepting resignation.
Jennifer smiled and I saw her say something again. Kimberly's head came up
and again Kimberly shook her head back and forth. Then immediately she reached
up and laid a hand on Jennifer's thigh. She scooted forward and I saw her lower
her head between Jennifer's thighs.
Jennifer seemed happy. She reached down and grabbed a handful of Kimberly's
blonde tresses. Holding this knot as a purchase she used it to bring Kimberly's
face deep within her widely spread thighs. Jennifer said something to the
initiate fellatrix.
I saw Kimberly's head make some slight motions. Jennifer closed her eyes and
her mouth parted. Her toes curled. At this point I began to paddle towards the
two. Jennifer dreamily opened her lidded eyes and watched me approach. She
shivered.
My splashing alerted the occupied Kimberly and she attempted to pull back on
her heels. Jennifer maintained the grip on Kimberly's hair so resigned, she hung
her head and closed her eyes as to block the vision of me witnessing her
degradation. There was a shiny wetness to her lips.
I smiled and said, "Please don't let me spoil you girls' fun. Kimberly, don't
stop what you were doing. I hear you have become very accomplished at eating
pussy."
Kimberly blushed hotly at my crude words. Shamefully she looked up at me.
Jennifer used her hand full of hair as a purchase and twisted Kimberly's head
back to her sex. "We don't mind you watching, Master. Do we, Kimberly?" she
asked lightly.
If Kimberly had a reply it was muffled.
Jennifer smiled at me. "She has a wonderful tongue. She made me cum more
times than I can count yesterday," she commented.
"Can she lick as well at different positions?" I asked. My dick had hardened
and I decided the time was ripe to sample Kimberly.
Jennifer noted my erection. "Well you should experiment and see," she
replied.
I reached down into the water and grabbed Kimberly's hips. I lifted and she
complied by rising from her kneeling position. Her bottom rose from the water.
It was a very sweet image. I lifted again and she responded by rising to her
toes and further presenting herself. Holding her in position with one hand, I
used the other to guide my cock to her vagina. Her sex was unexpectedly wet and
hotly welcoming.
Her body had a soft fullness of a mature woman as opposed to the lean
hardness of the younger girls. I smiled in contentment as I buried myself in
her. I thought to myself that this is like driving a Cadillac as compared to the
Ferraris I had become accustomed too.
Jennifer had leaned back on her elbows so Kimberly would not have to bend her
neck at impossible angle to perform her task She had not released her tight grip
on the other female's hair.
I bent forward and grasped Kimberly's submerged breasts. Using the large full
orbs for purchase I began a driving rhythm. The water gushed between us. She
arced herself and clenched her fists. She jerked and her head burrowed forward
between Jennifer's thighs. Jennifer gasped and lay back with her mouth open. I
realized the females had just achieved simultaneous orgasms.
I stood upright and used her hips to set the pace for an increased rhythm.
Kimberly responded by driving back into me. She pushed herself up on her hands
to drive back into me. She was moaning. Jennifer had rested on her elbows and
watched us. I caught her eye and she winked at me.
Not slowing my tempo I pounded her continuously through several screaming
orgasms. She finally weakened and limply hung on to Jennifer's thighs. Her head
was resting on the rock and her mouth was open as she panted. When I came it was
long and sweet. I held myself to her until I felt myself soften.
