THE ISLAND

BY TOMMY

Part 4

Mr Hadley lay on the bed exhausted, a huge grin on his face.  Oh fuck,
that had been so good!

He turned his head and looked at Sally standing next to Kevin, both
facing the wall, the boy's shorts round his ankles, the girl still wearing
her Brownies uniform.

Why hadn't he discovered this place years ago?  Never mind.  From now
on, he'd make up for lost time.  Shit, it was expensive!  Ten thousand
dollars per day, fifteen thousand for two days, then... He had to ask again
about the rates.  Two days wasn't enough.  Next time he'd come over for
longer.  Much longer!  He could afford it, so why not?

All the fantasies he'd harboured for so long, and now he could indulge
himself without any worries.  How many times had he come close to being
discovered over the years he'd been a scoutmaster?  Visiting the tents to
see if the children were sleeping, the quick gropes, supervising the
communal showers, the occasional play spankings he gave to the boys and
girls whenever he could.

Had the parents ever suspected the truth?  Yes, a few had, he was sure,
but they could never prove anything.  He'd been far too careful.

His first evening here had been so... He grinned.  Sally and Kevin had
been so sweet and so obedient.  Not a murmur of dissent, no matter what he
made them do.  Oh yes, that had been fun!

The look on Kevin's face last night when Sally had masturbated him. 
Sally's reaction when the boy had spurted all over her, and then had been
made to lick it up before being spanked-very hard!

What was the time?  Hmm, he needed something to eat.  Yes, he'd read the
brochure and could have whatever he wanted sent to his room, but the men
who ran the place had said that he should explore and learn....  to relax.
The restaurant and bar was open twenty four hours a day.

He picked up the brochure again and read the rules and regulations
again. It was the shortest paragraph in the brochure!


Mr Taylor entered the restaurant and looked around him.  A huge
semicircle of windows allowed a view of the ocean found in only the best of
all the five star hotels in the world.

A light pink marble floor made it appear enormous.  Tables were set at
distances allowing privacy yet large enough to accommodate anyone invited
to join the party.

Eight or nine of the tables were occupied so he made for his favourite
spot near the fountain.  He had Simon's hand in his and the little boy,
back in his shorts and teashirt, trotted obediently at his side.

As usual for the hour, most of the clients were partaking of a late
breakfast, or brunch.

Mr Taylor sat down and grinned at the sight.  Each table was an
entertainment in its own right.

The closest to him made him laugh.  An extremely overweight man was
tucking in to a large plate of bacon, eggs, sausages and toast.  Next to
him, small naked girl was touching her toes, a long thin cane wedged
between her buttocks.  As he watched, the man took the cane and slashed it
down hard across her bottom before wedging it back in.

At another table, a man was busy feeding pieces of toast to a little boy
sat on his knee.

Some of the children were naked.  Some were dressed.  All the clients
wore some clothing, even if only dressing gowns.  The rules had been very
clear in that respect.

He looked round at Simon.  "Are you hungry?"

The boy nodded.  "Yes sir."

"Okay.  Sit on the floor.  No..  just there!"

A young girl was already waiting for his order.  Mr Taylor recognized
her.

"Pancakes, maple syrup, orange juice, coffee." He looked down at Simon.
"Breakfast for him as well."

The twelve year old girl bowed.  "Thank you sir."

Mr Taylor stroked the boy's hair.  "So Simon, what are we going to do
today, hmm?"

The boy didn't answer and Mr Taylor didn't expect him to.

He looked out of the window and stretched.  This was fantastic!  He'd
never felt so good!  A negotiation with the management had secured him the
use of the facilities at a very reasonable price.  Well, reasonable for
him. The fact that it would have had any average person bankrupt in one
week was on no interest to him whatsoever.

The girl arrived, carrying a huge silver tray, which she placed on the
table.

Mr Taylor waited while she served him, and then looked down at Simon
while she placed the bowl of meat and cheese on the floor.

"Please sir, anything else?"

The man sighed.  He smiled.  "You were slower than yesterday, weren't
you!"

Without a word, the girl took the leather strap on the tray and handed
it politely to the man.

Standing to one side, she bent and touched her toes.

Mr Taylor didn't even bother to rise, but whacked her bottom hard three
times.

"Stand!  Apron up!"

The girl obeyed immediately and lifted her apron, exposing her small
preteen pussy.

He paused.  Like her bottom, the girl's pussy was covered with red
marks. Other clients had already had some fun here.

"Okay, you may go!"

"Thank you sir."

He placed the strap on the tray and allowed the girl to leave.

The doors opened and he saw a middle-aged man enter, two young children
following, a girl in some kind of uniform and a boy in a cub-scouts shirt
and shorts.

Oh yes.  This was the life!


"I've put them in a double suite as usual.  That's what they wanted."

Mike passed Dave the sheets of paper and slapped Philippe's thigh - a
sign to keep still.

Dave nodded.  "Yeah fine.  Whatever they want."

The photos on the sheets of paper showed two rather overweight women in
their forties.

Not the first time they'd had women avail themselves of the special
services offered, but to be honest, women were pretty rare and made up only
a few percent of their clients.

It had been Tariq himself who'd suggested it.  Up to that point, neither
Mike nor Dave had ever imagined a woman wanting to pay for the services
they offered.  Tariq had shown them otherwise.

"Yeah, they're back again" said Mike, leaning back and tickling
Philippe's testicles.  "They've asked to choose a boy each, so I let them
go and pick one."

"Okay, great." Dave scratched his chin and wiggled his finger a bit
higher into Asha's pussy.  The girl had been a lot tighter recently and he
wanted to stop her vagina from reacting too strongly to the drugs she took.

Mike paused and coughed to get his colleague's attention.

"Dave, they're asking for 'carte blanche' rates!

"What?" This was serious money!  "Why?"

Dave sat up.  Although the clients were allowed to do pretty much what
they wanted, there were very strict rules about how far they could go. 
Anything remotely life threatening or resulting in permanent changes were
strictly forbidden.

"Mike, you know the rules.  We can only agree if we know what they
intend to do."

"Can't you guess?  They want to castrate them!"

Dave laughed.  "Okay.  But they have to choose two of the local kids. 
No Europeans or Americans!"

Mike nodded.  "Yes of course.  They already know that."

Dave relaxed.  The success of their business was partly dependent on a
complete lack of any official international interest, helped in no small
measure by the fact that all children were eventually found alive and well
somewhere, a long way away.

There were however, about twenty children in the complex about whom the
world couldn't care less.  Local boys and girls, taken from small villages
on the east coast of Africa, brought by Tariq's boat captains in exchange
for a generous bonus.

"Do they know how to do it?"

Mike nodded.  "Laura's a doctor.  She seems okay." His hand slid down
Philippe's thigh and fondled the boy's erection.  Poor kids!

"Did they say why?"

"Yeah." Mike shrugged.  "Seems they want the boys' testicles as a sort
of souvenir."

"What?"

"They said they'll take them home well preserved, then put them in some
sort of chemical.  I can't remember the name they used, but it's supposed
to soak in and make them like rubber.

"Oh what the fuck!" Dave laughed.  "For that sort of money, they can do
what they want!"

"Well this is the fourth time they've been here, and they've never asked
for anything like this before" said Mike, scratching his chin.  "Evil
bitches!"


On the other side of the complex, Laura and Claire followed a guard into
one of the gymnasiums.  He shut the door quickly behind them, anxious not
to allow too much of the hot air into the air-conditioned interior.

Laura wiped the sweat from her nose and cheeks.  Shit, the heat!  She
nudged her friend.  "Okay?"

Claire nodded.  Grossly overweight, she suffered from the heat far more
than Laura.

"Oh fuck, look at that!  Aren't they beautiful!"

In the middle of the gym stood a line of about twenty children, all
dressed in their regulation blue shorts and white teashirts.  Certainly not
of European origin, Claire reckoned they could be from anywhere in Africa.
Some were clearly from the northern arab countries, their skins no darker
than a well tanned Caucasian, whereas others were from further south, their
teashirts accentuating their dark skin.

"But why has he brought the girls as well?" asked Claire in surprise. 
"We don't want girls."

"Oh, he just made a mistake that's all" answered Laura.  "You know these
guards don't understand English very well.

The children stood immobile, hands neatly by their sides, not daring to
look at the visitors.  From what the ladies could see, they were between
seven and fifteen years old.

Laura smiled and clapped her hands.  "Clothes off please!"

As they knew from their previous visits, all the children understood
English and the women waited patiently while they removed their shorts and
teashirts, folding and placing them in a neat pile at the side.

Looking round, Claire was relieved to see the guard bringing two chairs
for them.

They sat down and beckoned the line of children to move closer.

"I think we can dispense with those four.  Too small!" Laura pointed to
the four youngest boys.

"You boys...yes you.  You can get dressed and go.  Now!"

They waited for the boys to leave, grinning at the expressions of relief
on their faces.

"Okay, you six.  Here.  Closer!"

Claire felt slightly faint.  The six boys were so fucking cute!  Four
were black, probably from Kenya or Mozambique.  The other two were much
lighter skinned.  However, it wasn't the skin colour that interested her.

"Legs apart!"

Laura laughed.  "Not the girls!  No!  Only boys!"

She beckoned the children closer and looked at the girls.  "Listen.  I
have a job for you."

The look of fear made her sigh.  "No, it's an easy job."

She pointed to the boys.  "Do you know how to make the boys have a big
penis?"

The girls nodded and answered "Yes m'am."

"Good.  I want you to make them as big as possible." She looked at her
watch.  "You have sixty seconds from now!"

En masse, the ten pretty girls descended on the boys.  Laura and Claire
watched, laughing as the boys' privates received the girls' undivided
attention, small fingers slipping between their thighs and buttocks while
small hot mouths teased their manhoods.

Laura hadn't expected it to take long.  She was right.  The exact
cocktail of drugs used on the children, she could only guess at, but they
were certainly effective.

Clair's eyes widened.  "Fuck me, look at that!  What a choice!"

Laura laughed.  "Yes, it does seem to be true about black men, doesn't
it!"

She pointed to three of the boys.  "Okay, you three.  You may leave."
She nodded at the girls.  "You too."

The ten girls bowed and walked quickly out of the building, anxious to
escape before the women changed their minds.

The remaining three boys faced the two women, their oversized erections
wobbling obscenely in front of them.

"What do you think?" asked Claire, taking one of the boys' penises in
her hand.  She squeezed it slightly and felt the firm testicles beneath.

"Hmm, wait a second." Laura was examining the other two boys, attempting
to ensure that they had full erections.  She shrugged.  "I reckon these two
here are the nicest.  What do you think?"

Claire nodded, her heart beating faster.

"You boy, you may go!"

She smiled at the two perfect specimens of masculinity before them. 
"What's your name?"

"Samuel, miss." The boy had a strange accent.  He gasped as Laura
stroked the side of his scrotum.

"How old are you?"

"Fourteen miss."

Claire shook her head in amazement.  So young, no sign of pubic hair...
yet with a seven inch penis!  What a place!"

"You boy?"

"Kamal, miss."

"Age?"

"Fifteen, miss."

Laura ran her fingernail over his glans and chuckled as the boy's penis
jerked upwards and lengthened some more.

"How long is your penis, Kamal?"

"Almost eight inches, please miss."

She grinned.  "How do you know?"

"Please miss, a client measured it a few weeks ago miss." 

"Ah, I see." She laughed.  "The man probably had a smaller cock than
you!"

"Please miss, it was a lady, miss."

Laura looked at Claire in surprise.

"A lady?"

"Yes miss."

For once Laura was at a loss for words.  She and Claire stood up.  "Come
on then, follow us!"

She looked round.  "No, leave your clothes.  You don't need them!"


Demosthenes lay on the beach reading the newspapers from Athens, sent
courtesy of the people who ran the center.  He shook his head in amazement
at the latest economic news.

Next to him, Antony was busy building an elaborate sandcastle,
occasionally skipping off to the water's edge to bring back a bucket of
water.

The man watched the naked boy run back and forth.  Such skin!  So well
tanned by the sun.  Such a beautiful boy!  A tear ran down his cheek.

Antony heard the quiet sob and immediately came to the man, placing his
head on the man's chest and holding him tightly.

"My child, my child, you are too good for me" sobbed Demosthenes.  "What
am I doing here?  What is happening to the world?  I..."

Silence fell.  He shut his eyes, his whole concentration centered on the
amazing things that the boy's mouth was doing to his tired cock.


Beverly gazed at the exercises and blinked.  What was pi?  How could she
calculate the circumference of the circle?  Yes, the man had explained to
her, but how could she do it?

"Okay, time up!" Greg checked his watch.  "Give me your paper."

He took about two seconds to scan it.  After all, he knew that the
stupid girl couldn't possibly pass.  What a stupid bitch!

"Oh dear, oh dear!" He stood up.  "I'm sorry Beverly, but I have to cane
you."

He turned and took a long rattan cane hanging from a hook on the wall.

"Remove your skirt and knickers please, Beverly!"

He watched the well built girl do as he said, tears already running down
her cheek.

"Bend over!"

Beverly did exactly as she'd done on countless other occasions.

Greg paused.  Of course - the strap!

"Stand up Beverly!"

The girl obeyed and gazed at the man nervously.

"Sit on the edge of my desk!"

The next few seconds passed in a blur as the twelve year old girl found
herself lying on the man's desk, grasping her ankles on either side of her
head, exposing her most secret place to....

"I think that twelve should be enough!"

Her pussy erupted into pain as the strap slashed down.  She screamed and
closed her legs.

"Please sir, not there!  Please!  Cane my bottom sir..  please!  But not
there!  I...."

"Open your legs Beverly!"

"But...sir..I.."

"Now!"

The strap seared her young pussy and she screamed in agony."

Greg stopped and grinned.

"You have a choice Beverly.  Either take your pussy whipping or I call
your masters.  What do you think, hmm?"

Reality hit her hard.  So far, she'd avoided a public thrashing.  The
thought of being up there on the stage was so... She felt sick.

"Good girl!" Greg watched as she forced her legs apart, gripping her
knees hard.

"I'm going to give you twelve.  If you close your legs, I'll put you on
the bench and give you twenty four... and complain to your masters.  So
it's all up to you!"

Her training helped.  The fear as well.  She knew very well what would
happen if the man complained.  Better not think about it!

The next few minutes were a blur of agony, but she kept a firm hold of
her knees, and her eyes were shut tight.  Please let it all be over. 
Please!  Please!

"Okay, Beverly, you may get up."

A strong arm helped her off the table.

She stood up straight, tears flowing down her face, desperate to sooth
her burning pussy, yet aware of the rules about not touching.

The man was smiling, in his hands the jar of cream.  "I'll just put some
of this on.  Bend over!"

The young girl touched her toes, anxious for the relief of the cream. 
Long fingers tickled her between her legs, spreading the cool cream over
her sore pussy lips.

Beverly closed her eyes.  So nice!  So very nice!

She waited to be allowed up.

Suddenly the sound of the cane swishing through the air.  What?

It tapped her bottom and she turned her head.

"Sir?"

"Be quiet Beverly!  You've still got twelve with the cane to come.  Come
on!  Stick that bottom right out!"

She burst into tears and did as he said, raising her bottom as high as
she could.  Please don't let it be too painful...please!"

Greg sighed with contentment.  The evening was young and the girl had a
big bum!  He chuckled.  He was sure she could take another pussy whipping a
bit later on.

He couldn't help grinning.  Poor Beverly.  She wasn't to know that he'd
already talked to her masters or that they'd offered him one more day and
two girls at no extra charge.  The 'public thrashing' they'd mentioned
sounded interesting.  Apparently it would be Beverly's first.  Oh well, she
clearly deserved it....  didn't she?

The sweaty pair of buttocks before him twitched as if begging him to
start.  He raised the cane and licked his lips.  Had he really said twelve
strokes?  Oh no.  Such a magnificent bottom deserved a lot more than
twelve!