Chapter 6
The Island at the end of the Earth
Shannon Long woke up on the worm sandy beach. She thought she was
dreaming; but after a few minutes, she realized that it was not a dream after
all; but somehow, it was real. After she got up on her feet, she washed her face
with the cool water from the ocean (or sea, or lake, or whatever the hell it
was), and started walking, searching for a clue that could tell her were she
was.
It was a beautiful day, turning her head towards the island; it was
covered all with palm trees, everywhere she looked. Shannon was thinking that
the only reason that she was in this deserted island was because her boat or
plane had an accident, and now because she suffered amnesia, she doesn't know
how she got here. Only to her disappointment, she remembered.
Remembered being spanked by her mother for playing with herself,
remembered how bruised her ass was after the whipping she got, and then it
finally clicked: the book. She looked around, but she didn't see anything except
her surroundings. Shannon got on her feet and started moving in an unknown
direction, looking for somebody.
As she walked barefoot on the beach, she felt the soft sand that was
running through her toes, it was a little bit scary because in all her life she
never experienced such softness, it was like walking on flower, only it wasn't
white, but a very light brownish color; and the sky - there was something very
strange about him too, as she continued her journey on the beach, she stopped
for a minute, and finally realized what was so strange about it - the sky was
changing colors: now it was a little bit orange mixed with red, the next minute
the orange tint disappeared making room for a little green and violet; than that
tint disappeared and a greenish color appeared.
It was very weird; adding to this 'nature-abnormality' there was no
wind, nor waves - not even a ripple; it was like the water was made of plastic
or something, and yet when she touched it, it was wet.
As she moved along the edge of the water, admiring all the weird stuff
she encountered: shells bigger than her head, and yet very light; fish that
would come of the water and walk on land, and then she saw the most unbelievable
think in the world: there were two mermaids waving at her from the distance.
Hey started getting closer to her. Se rubbed her eyes to see for her self
these unbelievable creatures, only to her disappointment they weren't mermaid,
but humans, two beautiful girls running on the sand towards her.
"Hello, my name is Shannon Long" she said, shaking hands with the
'mystery' girls.
"Hi, I'm Helga Shumann and this is my friend Linda Hess" one of the girls
replied.
Shannon was happy to see them, because for one moment she thought that
she was in a movie like Cast Away, stranded alone on an island, having to eat
fish, crab, and coconuts for the rest of her life - the thought of it was
disgusting. But she was not alone; there was Helga and Linda, both looking very
hot. Shannon stood there admiring their tight bodies, fantasizing about that she
would do with them if they were all by themselves on the island.
Going slowly down the beach, they started talking to each other about:
where they come from, what they do for fun, and from the whole conversation,
they all came up with one conclusion: that they both were three horny dikes
looking for a good time.
As the evening went on, or whatever the hell it was, they started talking
about all kinds of stuff, about how they got here, what they will do if nobody
comes to save them, and what kind of kinky fetishes they are into. Getting
deeper into the conversation about lesbian sex, they started getting very horny,
each feeling the urge to jump onto the other one and fuck.
It was one of those very uncomfortable moments when each girl looked
clueless at the other being afraid to do the first move, until Shannon, who
probably was the girl with the most guts on that island, moved towards Linda and
gave her a kiss on the lips. Linda responded by pulling her head towards her
mouth, and kissed back.
The whole scene was a very exotic one: all three girls were lying naked
on the sand making out with one another. Shannon liked Linda the most, forcing
her on the sand, and jumped on op of her, licking her neck and pushing her
fingers into her pussy, while Helga was working on Shannon's ass.
There was something about Linda, that Shannon was getting aroused by,
something so erotic that was turning her on, minute by minute. Maybe it was her
innocent puppy face, maybe it was her gorgeous body; she didn't have the
slightest clue. But whatever it was it sure felt good. Shannon liked eating her
pussy the most, spreading Linda's lips apart, pushing her own tongue in,
cleaning her private part all the way up to her navel; and once in a while, she
was shoving her fingers into Linda's cunt, making her moan in pleasure.
Meanwhile Helga grabbed Shannon's vagina, thrusting it upward, and while
she was fingering her cunt real hard, her other hand was working on her ass:
running it up and down her ass crack, massaging her small checks and from time
to time she slapped her, making her small ass bounce in the air. With each
second gone by, they were getting more aroused, more aggressive with each other.
At one point in time, Helga rubbed Shannon's sweaty butt checks, which started
to get hot and very red from the spanking she was receiving. Each swat started
leaving its mark on the round but of hers. Helga continued abusing her even
harder when she spread Shannon's ass crack and started licking her small anus:
inserting the tip of her tongue into her, so deep, that Shannon could not take
it anymore. She wanted to come but a voice deep inside her head that was telling
her to resist; to she how much she can resist her urge. She loved Helga's finger
widening her forbidden hole, sliding them as deep as she pleases. There was a
moment or two in that period of time when her asshole started hurting, only for
a little bit, and then the pain intensified, it started to hurt. But Shannon
arched her back even more, presenting her ass even better to Helge, who by now
was using two fingers, diving them as deep as she could into Shannon.
Shannon started playing with Linda's cunt more and more, rubbing her so
hard, she begun to feel pain instead of pleasure, further more, from time to
time, she was raising her hand upward and with a Slap! she landed it on Linda's
cunt, making her jump from the impact. While doing this, Shannon was getting a
real hard spanking by Helga, who started slapping her ass harder then before,
turning her pale ass color, into a burning red, that hurt more and more as the
time went by.
Continuing this three-some on the worm sand, all the girls started
getting more and more on the verge of coming than ever before. It wasn't soft
love-making anymore, it was a true gangbang between three very horny sluts. As
each was working on the other, they suddenly started coming one by one: first
Shannon, then Helga and finally Linda. As they all started cleaning themselves
up, by liking one another's juices, they saw a caravan of one-horse carriages
coming toward them, faster and faster, until they came into clear view. Only
Helga, Linda, and Shannon didn't see any horses pulling the carriage, but
pony-girls.
There where actually four, one-person carriage, each pulled by a gorgeous
girl, who wasn't wearing anything, except the pulley system that attached her to
the carriage. As they move closer and closer, they started slowing down until
the came to a stop. From one of the carriage a very beautiful woman came,
wearing leather heels, and a very thick leather belt around her small waist,
where she held her riding crop - probably used to discipline the pony-girls, as
the woman came out of the carriage, she came close to the three girls, extended
her hand and said:
"My name is Mistress Lenna, please to meet you" she shook the hands of
the girls and continued "welcome to the Randada Island, please fallow me".
Shannon, Helga, and Linda got into their designated carriages, and with a short
whistle the pony-girls took off. Ridding in her carriage, Shannon thought of
all the adventures she is gonna experience on this island, far away from home,
far away from her abusive stepmother; a world where she could masturbate as much
as she wanted to without interrupting her or punish her for pleasuring herself.
As she rode on, she observed all the beautiful things that were on this
island: exotic birds - some even 15 feet long - flying above her head, tasty
fruits that were hanging on every palm tree; and the most beautiful flowers she
had ever seen, with a range of color that her eyes had never seen before. There
were sunflower-like flowers, three times as big as the ones she had seen in
Georgia, only instead of the yellow-black color combination, these flowers were
green with pink, or orange with blue, or some other crazy combination. It was
very strange traveling in another country, or better said in another world. But
up to now everybody started chatting with one another. Especially Shannon and
Leena, creating a special bond between them. As the pony-girls rode on, the
emotion in the new comers started to intensify, until it reached a certain point
and everybody started talking with everyone else.
"So, Lenna, where are you taking us?" asked Shannon
"I'm taking you to the Queen, and is Mistress Lenna to you. You see, here
in the Randada Island, every woman has a special title, except for the slaves"
she said pointing to the pony-girls "and if you don't address them with the
proper respect, you will be punished severely." By the sound of it Helga turned
to Linda and gave her a malevolent smile. They all knew somewhere in their minds
what kind of sick fucked up world they are gonna encounter, and they all were
very excited about it.
Shannon was biting her fingernail from the anxiety that was running in
her body, she wanted this to be one of those Sherlock Homes storied, with a lot
of hidden mysteries, an endless number of adventures, and lots and lots of
lesbian sex. The only thing she didn't have back in Atlanta, was the freedom of
expressing herself sexually - because every time she did that, her stepmother
would punish her. She hopped this 'out-of-her-world' experience would be the
peak of her lifetime, since back home, her life was a boredom, always fallowing
the rules, always doing the right thing; and this was it, she could finally go
crazy and act upon every urge that was stirring in her.
Ridding further on, Lenna pointed in a direction, and said that in s few
moments, they are going to see the castle. And she was right; after they passed
over a hill the great towers of the Materassaa Castle started to make their
appearance. It was a sight that nobody has even seen before: the structure was a
few hundred feet tall, with five tall towers and on each one there was a giant
warrior like statue holding a sword - it was very impressive, and around it was
a 200 feet wide river, stopping everybody from escaping or enter uninvited. The
only way you can get into the Materassaa Castle was through a wooden bridge that
was brought down by two steel cables over the river. As the caravan entered the
castle, the new comers were really impressed with the sight. After they entered
the castle, the bridge went up again and the caravan came to a hold.
Immediately three very beautiful blond girls wearing nothing came towards
the new comers, bowed, kneeled and said:
"Orders, master"
"Slave, take these girls and show them into they rooms" ordered mistress
Lenna. The slaves showed the way, passing through corridors after corridors,
until they finally reached their destination - it was a wooden door, and as they
opened it Shannon breath was taken away by the size of this room, it wasn't even
a room, but a palace, where you could find everything you could think of. Full
of happiness Shannon yelled:
"I'm finally home!!"
