Castaway Island
Copyright© 2025 by Taoman
Chapter 12
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 12 - Three women and a man are castaways on a Pacific Island after their plane crashes. This is a redo of my work, Master's Island, which I posted 25 years ago. The younger girls are both 19 now, and I have changed the pirates to a no ethnic specific description. The story has also been expanded and rethought.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Coercion Reluctant Slavery Heterosexual Fiction DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Harem First Oral Sex Big Breasts
On the third night after the split, Brittany and Jennifer appeared at the edge of his new firelight.
They had not eaten properly in four days. Their own traps—copied clumsily from memory—had yielded almost nothing. Kimberly had kept them working from sunrise to sunset, refusing to let them “crawl back,” but hunger had finally overridden pride.
Brittany was crying silently, tears cutting clean tracks through the dirt on her cheeks.
Jennifer’s bravado was gone; she looked haunted.
Jennifer spoke first, voice hoarse.
“We’re starving. Kimberly won’t come. She says she’ll die first. But we can’t watch her waste away.”
Taylor said nothing at first. He turned a large snapper on the spit; the smell alone made both girls sway on their feet.
Then he spoke, calm and cold.
“Your sister drew a line in the sand. You just crossed it. That means you accept the price.”
Jennifer swallowed. “What price?”
“Total obedience. No negotiation. You belong to me now—body, mind, future. You will persuade Kimberly to kneel, or you will watch her die from a distance. Those are the only two choices left.”
Brittany let out a broken sob and nodded.
Jennifer closed her eyes, nodded once, and whispered, “We accept.”
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