None of us could have dreamed of what we were getting into that early January day, when we boarded the plane in New York. We were all going off to the south Pacific, ten teenage girls from snooty Rushdale Academy, going down to see how the natives lived in Malaysia and the Philippines.

For most of us it was nothing more than an excuse to get away from New York's cruddy winter and get a nice tan. There were a few do gooders along of course, but weren't there always?

The main topics for conversation were what the accommodations would be like, and what the boys would be like. The boys were the guys from Morehaven, an all boys military school, that were supposed to accompany us.

Annie Fox was saying how the boys must all be druggies or something, or else why would their parents send them to a military academy.

"Thats stupid Annie." Wendy said, flatly. "My brother goes to a military academy, and theres nothing wrong with him."

"According to whom." Annie sniffed. Wendy looked at her dangerously and Annie wisely shut her mouth.

Annie might be the snottiest, snobbiest, nastiest girl in school, but Wendy was the toughest by far. Wendy didn't get into complicated philosophical arguments or try to top another girl's put down. She tended more towards punching the offender in the stomach or face.

Not that she was mean or anything. Wendy wasn't a bully. She just didn't take any crap from anyone, girl or boy, man or woman. She was captain of the swim team, captain of the volley ball team, and captain of the field hockey team.

She was the proverbial tomboy, cute snub nose, wide but pretty blue eyes, short blonde hair, and thin but athletic body. Annie was taller than her, and weighed more, but she was a powderpuff, too spoiled to have any strength in her limbs at all.

Her legs were for boys to watch, not to walk on, and her arms and hands were for waving and fluttering about, not working with, let alone fighting with. Annie hated school, and only went because she hadn't any choice.

"Why should I go to school anyway?" she often said, "I'm filthy rich. I don't need to work, and I never will."

She spent all her time preening her long brown hair, and constantly perfecting her makeup. I'd known her a long time, and had never met anyone as conceited and lazy and spoiled. Even when she was thirteen, she was talking about getting plastic surgery on her ear tips, or nose, or cheekbones.

When she'd turned fifteen, and it had become apparent that nature wasn't going to endow her with anything bigger than a size thirty-two chest, she'd spent weeks pouting and begging her parents for breast enlargement surgery, only to find out after they gave in, that no doctor would do it until she was eighteen.

So now she wore a padded bra, and avoided changing in front of the rest of us.

I slipped a chocolate into my mouth and gazed out the window, wondering what we'd find ahead.

"Can I have one of those?" I handed a chocolate to Penny, who grinned and thanked me.

"Don't you think you should watch your weight dear?" Annie purred from across the aisle. Penny flushed red, and gazed down at the chocolate uncertainly. I turned to frown at Annie.

"Why don't you mind your own business DEAR?" I glared.

"Well, my goodness, such hostility. I was only trying to help the poor dear. I mean, she is slightly... obese."

"She is not obese you snooty cow! You just like bugging her."

"Well, really Meghan, I'm sorry my showing any attention to Penny bothers you." she looked meaningfully at Cathy Simmons, her partner in snottiness seatmate. I didn't miss the insinuation, nor did Penny, who colored an even brighter shade of red.

In fact, from a lot of angles Penny did look overweight, especially if she was wearing anything loose, which she usually was, but she wasn't at all fat, as Annie well knew. The problem was that Penny had enormous, simply huge round breasts. They were something to behold, drawing envious glances in the shower room.

Penny's big chest irked Annie more than just a little bit. She was always needling the girl, who was so completely shy and tongue tied, she couldn't defend herself. If Annie wasn't poking subtle taunts at Penny's big chest, she was putting down her family, or insinuating her hair, a bright, very light blonde, was colored, or dyed.

She was always calling her the Milkmaid, and treating her like some slutty, dumb Scandinavian peasant girl. Penny was such a nice kid that it irritated me to no end, and I had to stick up for her, no matter what Annie implied.

But then Wendy leaned across and stared hard at Annie, and whatever other words the girl was going to say died. Wendy was my friend you see, she didn't really get along with very many of the other girls, thinking them all spoiled and dumb.

I was on the swim team with her though, and we'd gotten to be good friends. Actually, a little bit more than just good friends. Annie's nasty insinuation about me and Penny was dead wrong, but me and Wendy... well, neither of us was a lesbian but...

I remembered back last year after we'd won the regional championship. The whole team had gone out to celebrate. Some of us had managed to slip away from the coaches, and make it over to Clair Donovan's house, where we'd gotten totally pissed.

I lived only a few blocks down from Clair, and after we'd had more than a few, I'd suggested to Wendy that she spend the night at my place. I knew her parents were really hard edged conservatives, and would throw a shit fit if she came home half pissed like she was.

Wendy had agreed, phoned home to get permission, and then gotten drunk as a Lord, or Lady, or whatever. I'd had to keep shushing her up as we staggered down the streets to my house afterwards. She kept trying to sing some dirty song she'd learned from her gardener.

We'd snuck through the gate and up the long driveway, then half climbed, half fell through a hedge and into the back yard. My parents bedroom faced the front and we didn't want to get caught pissed.

"N... niiish plaash." she groaned, her words slurring heavily.

"Shhhh."

"Whos gonna hear ushh anyway? Your parents are in the front, ten fucken miles away." she giggled. We did have a big house, thirty eight room actually. The chances of my parents hearing anything less than a full blown explosion out here was pretty slim.

Wendy fell, pulling me to the grass, and giggling stupidly. I couldn't help join her, and the two of us lay on the grass acting like assholes for several minutes.

Then she'd spied the pool and sat up quickly.

"You got a fucken pool!" she yelped.

"Uh,huh." She staggered upright and blundered across the yard, through the tennis court and over to the pool. I got up and wandered after her.

I heard a loud splash and tried to run, but almost fell again. Anyway, I heard laughter coming from the pool and knew she was okay. I trotted up to the edge and looked in.

"Come on in." she shouted.

"Too dark."

"Turn on the fucken lights."

"Somebody might see us." I protested.

"Aaahhh... you pussy." She swam up to the edge and then grabbed my ankle, jerking me off balance and into the pool. I gave a short scream, cut off as I splashed into the cool water. Then I was popping to the surface, sputtering in annoyance as Wendy backstroked and giggled at me.

"You dumb bitch!" I cursed.

"Race you." she taunted.

She pulled off her jeans and threw them up onto the cement, then pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it as well. She stripped off her bra and panties and they followed. Then she swam slowly back and forth, doing the backstroke.

"I hope my Dad comes out and sees you like that." I laughed.

"Wimp." she called back. I wasn't at all shocked at her skinny dipping, after all, I'd seen her naked enough in the showers. I quickly stripped off my own clothes, tossing them ashore.

We went to one end of the pool and held a countdown, then took off, splashing toward the far end. Wendy was a better swimmer than me, but she was also a lot drunker than me. I started to pull ahead of her, and she grabbed my ankles, pulling me back, and throwing me off my pace.

She laughed as she swam by and I indignantly twisted around in the water and scissored my legs together around her hips, dragging her under. We struggled in the water for long seconds, turning over and over, wrestling for superiority.

Then we both broke the surface with a pair of great heaving gasps for air. We faced each other, our hands linked together, trying to pull or push each other under. I managed to get a bit of leverage by leaping up a foot and bringing my weight down on her, shoving her under briefly, but then she pulled me under again too.

We both laughed like idiots when we popped up again. "Not fair!" she complained. "You've got more ballast than me." she reached down and pinched my right nipple between her fingers, yanking on it as I yelped in protest.

I knocked her hand away and rubbed at my sore breasts grumpily.

"Flatsy." I sniffed. She wasn't really, she had nice cone shaped breasts, if a little on the modest side, but they were certainly smaller than my bigger rounded ones.

"Want me to kiss it and make it better?" That was a normal enough snotty remark from her, but there was something in her voice that made me choke back the normal response and stare at her.

She moved over right next to me and stared at me from only a foot or so away. We were both standing in water up to our lower chests. She moved closer as I stood there uncertainly. She wasn't smiling anymore. Then her hand reached down to my wounded breast and cupped it gently. I flinched, and my hand moved up to knock hers away, but stopped inches away.

Her other hand cupped my other breast, and she began squeezing them both very softly. Then she leaned over and brought her mouth to the nipple she'd pinched. Her lips closed around it and she sucked lightly. Her tongue slid back and forth on the little bud, and I could almost feel it, and my breasts hardening.

For long seconds her mouth slid round and round my nipple, suckling, licking, nibbling. Her hands were still on both breasts, and she was stroking my right breast, while squeezing my left, which held her mouth.

I shuddered, a hot flush moving through my body, as that hot, dark center between my legs started to burn with lust. I stood there, unmoving, my hands limp at my sides, as Wendy worked her mouth over one, then the other breast, mouthing the nipples, sucking, sliding her tongue over and over the smooth, soft breast flesh.

She straightened, and we looked deep into each others eyes. Both of us were breathing hard, uncertain of the other. Then she kissed me. At first it was soft, as soft as air sliding across my lips. Then as seconds passed and I didn't scream or push her away, her lips moved more hungrily, pressed against mine more demandingly.

Her hands slid around my back and shoulders and hugged me against her. Our bodies moved together, all wet and dripping and warm from our excitement and exertion. Her breasts were firm and at the same time,incredibly soft. Her pointy little nipples dug painlessly into the tender skin of my rounded orbs.

My own nipples were rock hard, and stiffened even more as they rubbed and ground against her breasts. Her tongue shot into my mouth, and twined with my own as her hands slid up and down my back with desperate urgency.

Then I gasped as her hands moved down onto my buttocks. Each of her hands cupped and squeezed one of my silky smooth ass cheeks, pulling my loins up against her own, lifting my feet off the bottom of the pool.

My body was growing hotter and hotter, my mind a turmoil of carnal thoughts and feelings. My arms moved around her, my hands sliding up and down her back, wanting to feel the softness of her skin.

My legs came up and slid around her, and her hands slid down my ass to hold me up against her, there in the water. I felt my cunt rub against her belly as I gripped her tight against me, and a shiver passed up my spine.

Our breasts were flattened against each other, the mammary meat crushing and mashing back and forth. Our lips were sliding around together with fierce energy, our tongues darting and dancing back and forth between each other's mouths.

She walked over to the edge of the pool, still carrying me, still locked in a tight soulful embrace. Her strong arms lifted me higher, out of the water, setting me back on the edge of the pool. I unwound my legs and arms from her and sat back, my legs dangling in the water.

Wendy pushed my legs wide open, shoving them far apart, so I couldn't balance my drunken self and had to lay back on my back. She stared into my crotch, and a hot flush of embarrassment surged through me at such intimacy. Then I gave a strangled gasp as her tongue slid up along the length of my lightly furred slit.

My back arched, and my legs twitched and jerked on the hard concrete. Her tongue dipped deeper, sliding upwards, digging into my labia, finding my clit. She lapped at it, holding me open as she worked her tongue expertly, driving me shivering and shaking into a tremendous, mind shattering cum.

I twitched and flopped there on the concrete, my head twisting back an forth as my body poured out energy. Hot flooding sexual stimuli sped through my body, setting my nerve endings to jingling and spasming. My hands came up of their own volition, and seized my aching breasts, squeezing repeatedly.

Wendy's tongue buzzed across my clit, then slowly worked its way down along my slit. Up and down it moved as her fingers rubbed over my clit, and dipped in and out of my cunthole. Deeper and deeper they moved, two fingers, fucking my cunt box, stabbing into me to the knuckles.

I came again, even more intensely than the first time. I whimpered in denial as the floodgates opened inside me and a massive tidal rush of ecstatic sexual power rushed forth, enveloping my body from top to bottom in an electrifying roar of sensations.

I think I passed out. I'm not sure. I opened my eyes though, to find Wendy lying beside me, propped up on her elbow, smiling tiredly.

"Wendy... " I started, then couldn't think of anything else to say. She leaned forward and kissed me again, very gently. Then she got up, gathering our clothes together, and holding out a hand for me. I got up and followed her into the sleeping house.

Needless to say, we hadn't gotten much sleep that night. We'd gone on till the sun rose, licking, kissing, loving each other's bodies. It had only happened once, probably because we were both drunk, and on an emotional high. We hadn't even talked about it since then. Still, we were the best of friends now.

Wendy was sitting next to the window, with me beside her and Penny on my right. Across the aisle was Annie, by the other window, then Cathy, with her long brown hair and narrow face, then poor Heather, five feet soaking wet, if she was lucky, and another easy target for Annie to bully.

Holly and Kelly were behind us, twin red headed sisters who did everything together. Behind Annie and the others was Carolyn and Amy. Carolyn was the intellectual of us all, one of the goody goodies. She had short brown hair and wore big round glasses. She got straight A's and knew everything about everything.

Amy was a Carolyn wannaby, imitating her heroine, in studiousness and demeanour. They both dressed conservatively enough for a Catholic school, and acted like teachers pets. They were probably the only two going on this trip who were actually hoping to be educated.

Hours later, after even Annie had gotten tired of talking, we landed in Malaysia. We trotted across the tarmac to another plane, this one a small water landing propeller model. There was a man wearing a uniform standing outside the little door, frowning at us.

"Sorry were late Captain." Miss Carter said.

She turned to us. "Ladies, this is Captain Brown, who will be with us for the rest of the trip. He's from Fort Morehaven school, and will be in charge, as he's been on this trip before.

"Ladies, he said, looking over us imperiously, as if making sure we were standing at attention. We weren't.

"My men are already packed and waiting aboard. You ladies stow your gear here," he pointed at a baggage door on the underside of the plane. "... and get aboard. We are already an hour late."

He said this last part like we'd personally insulted him.

"Like its our fault the plane was late taking off." I whispered to Wendy.

We threw everything inside and then trotted up the stairs. There were supposed to be twenty boys there, but I didn't try to count. The back rows had been left clear and we all quickly sat down and strapped in as the propellers started up.

The plane took off after a long bouncy ride. It was the first time I'd been in a small plane and it amazed me how much more I could feel it's movements than on the big jets I'd ridden.

Again we rode for several hours. Some of the luckier girls nodding off. I talked quietly with Wendy mostly, as the noise of the engines droned on.

Then the plane shook. I looked up in alarm, and the captain, not Captain Brown, but the one flying the plane, came over the P.A, and told everyone we were passing through a storm, and to do up their seatbelts.

Nobody slept after that. The ride got bumpier and bumpier. We flew up and then dropped down, leaving our stomachs near the roof. After twenty minutes of this everyone was ready for the barf bags, except we hadn't eaten in hours and didn't have much to barf.

This went on for almost an hour, during which our initial panic gave way to a kind of annoyed acceptance, and a kind of lofty snobbishness set in. I guess we all sort of said to ourselves, well, what can you expect from a third world airplane being flown by some banana eater.

It wasn't really a conscious thought, most of us were pretty liberal, except for Annie and Cathy. Nevertheless, there was the thought that this wouldn't happen if we were on TWA.

Then the Captain called back from the cockpit again. This time he was so excited, he forgot to speak english. Captain Brown yelled out that we were going to land in the ocean and for everybody to bend forward.

The next five minutes were the most terrifying in my life, as the plane swung up and down and then hit something, hard. We bounced into the air, and then came down again, then bounced again, before staying down. I couldn't help looking up to see water flying past the window, and fear clutched my heart.

Then the bounced calmed down slightly as our speed dropped. We all sat up and started babbling in frightened voices.

"Miss Carter! Keep those shrieking hens quiet!" Brown yelled back. I shut up indignantly before Miss Carter even started shushing us. Even in the midst of a disaster I resented being insulted.

The plane bounced through the waters for several minutes as Captain Brown stood braced in the cockpit door, talking to the pilots. Then he turned and held one hand up in the air for silence.

"Theres an island up ahead. We're going to land the plane there." he said. "We'll ride out the storm there, and ten try to repair the engines." A few minutes later there was another larger bump, then the plane stopped.

Captain Brown moved over to the door and flung it down and open. I could see rain pelting down outside and hear it striking the water.

He turned to one of the boys and said something. The boy stood up. He was wearing a uniform too I noticed, and jumped out the door. Then I heard him calling to Brown. Brown nodded and turned back to us.

"All right, I want you ladies to come up here one at a time. One of my boys will accompany each of you out the door and to the beach. The water is only about four feet deep her, so you shouldn't have any difficulty."

One by one the girls moved up to the front of the plane, and a boy got up and went out with them. When It was my turn, I wanted to say forget it, or at least tell them I wanted to go with Wendy, after all, we were on the swim team, but my courage deserted me in the face of those steely eyes and I meekly scurried up to the front.

A tall boy of eighteen or nineteen went out first, and then stood there in the water waiting for me to jump. I held my breath and then dropped down, surprised at the warmth of the water as it covered me to the shoulders.

The boy slid a hand around my arm and held tightly as we walked towards shore. I would have preferred swimming, but that wasn't an option. I joined seven other dripping wet girls on the beach and turned to watch Wendy coming out.

Then the rest of the boys piled out, followed by Captain Brown and Miss Carter. They all walked ashore like they were assaulting the beach in some World War Two movie, they'd probably practised this before even.

They were hauling on a long rope attached to the side of the plane, pulling it ashore behind them. That was good. I wanted some dry clothes. The water might be warm enough, but standing soaking wet was never a fun thing.

"Hey!" One of the boys on the beach suddenly yelled. I looked up from the Captain and Miss Brown to the plane. One of the pilots was leaning out the door with a long knife, sawing away at the rope. Captain Brown yelled something at him, but he only sawed faster.

Brown and the boys started hurrying back toward the plane but the rope came free then. The man pulled up the door and the engines started. The propellers started spinning and then the plane moved out away from shore, leaving the furious Captain Brown and his boys behind.

Boy is he pissed, I thought. We could hear him cursing from the shore, as the plane moved faster and faster, and then bounced into the air.

Several minutes later it was gone, and we all stood on the shore pondering what we were going to do.

"Probably after all our luggage." Captain Brown snarled, glaring up at the sky angrily.

"B... but why?" Miss Carter stammered. "We were'nt carrying anything really valuable."

"Twenty dollars is a months salary to these people." Brown growled, still staring up at the empty sky.

He turned and stared around at us.

"All right men. Survival actions. Let's look for shelter, water, and food, in that order. Smith, take two men, look for shelter. Mclean, you take two and find water, and Ferguson, you go and locate some food." He clapped his hands and a bunch of the boys took off in different directions.

"How are we supposed to get off this crummy place?" Annie whined. The Captain turned and eyed her distastefully.

"We will get off when we find a way off, or somebody comes and takes us off. It shouldn't be long." he said.

"In the meantime, you ladies stay together and don't wander off and get lost." I turned to Wendy and she shrugged. We moved away from the water, towards the bushes and woods. The Captain wouldn't let us go into them though, so we had to stay out on the beach in the rain.

Most of the boys stripped to the waist, dropping their soggy uniform jackets and shirts in a pile. Having nothing better to do, me and Wendy, and Penny occupied our time watching them. Annie of course, occupied her time by whining and bitching endlessly to anyone who'd listen.

"Those guys must work out." Wendy said, admiring the physique of a pair of boys returning from the jungle.

"Probably have to do ten mile hikes and all that shit." I said.

"I wish they'd take off their bottoms too." Penny giggled.

"My what a smutty mind you have." Wendy said, admiringly.

"It's not a bad thought though." I grinned, twisting my hair together to wring out some of the water.

"Maybe you should take off your dress." Wendy teased.

"Shit. I wish I could." I sighed, running my hands over the sopping garment. It was made of velvet and was totally destroyed now. When it dried, it'd look like shit.

"They could have at least left us our clothes." Penny complained.

"Maybe we can get them to take a course in etiquette when we find them." Wendy grunted.

It finally stopped raining. Captain Brown sent more of his boys into the woods to explore, and look for shelter. Those of us who could, stripped off some of our clothes to let them dry in the sun. Mostly that consisted of sweaters and jackets. Nobody was going to strip down to their underwear with all these boys around.

Then the Captain announced they'd found a place for us to set up in. It was a big cave not far away, near a waterfall. So, we all had to troop through the bushes for another hour until we finally dropped down exhausted, near the cave.

The place was quite pretty really. Only most of us weren't in any kind of shape to appreciate it. We were all exhausted and half asleep. We all picked a spot on the little strip of dirt near the water and went to sleep.

When I woke up, I saw the boys still as busy scurrying around as they had been when I'd fallen asleep. They were tearing big palm leafs off trees and pulling dead branches down to form these little huts. They used vines to tie the branches together and soon there was a neat row of the little places alongside the jungle.

I thought they were all stupid, since surely someone would come and get us within a few hours. I said as much to Amy, who was watching the activity glumly.

"What makes you think that?" she said, unhappily.

"Nobody knows where we are except for those pilots and they're not going to tell anyone."

"But... people will miss us." I said.

"Yeah, and they'll check for the plane and find it probably, and those guys will probably say something like, they never saw us, or we never showed up, or something."

"They won't believe them."

"Who knows? We're in the third world now, remember. Maybe they won't even find those guys. Maybe they won't miss the plane for days. Maybe we'll be stuck on this place like Gilligan was, for years."

"That's stupid." I said, uncertainly.

"Maybe." she sighed. "But we could be here for days anyway, maybe weeks."

A week later, we were still on the island, with no sign of any rescue. All of us had gotten more bored and bad tempered as the days wore on. After the first burst of building activity, where we helped the boys with the huts, there wasn't much of anything to do.

The boys were busy exploring, and dragging back coconuts they'd hacked from trees, and fishing with makeshift poles and spears.

We weren't allowed away from the little campsite. Captain Brown had disdainfully reminded us we were from New York, and knew nothing whatever about the jungle. We'd all get lost and die, or worse yet cause trouble for him and his `men', and take them away from their important, manly work.

The boys were all a bunch of little stormtroopers, who seemed to share the Captain's opinion on our brains and usefulness. They walked around like a bunch of Tarzans, with their shirts off, and their uniform pants cut short. They kept looking snidely at our disreputable dress.

Most of us had been wearing dress clothes, the last kind of thing you'd want for this kind of constant wear and tear. My dress had been a rag after the first day alone, now it was practically falling apart.

They had loaned us a knife and we'd hacked our longer dresses off above the knees, but there wasn't much else to do. It was warm at night, thank God. The boys were working on some kind of palm leaf blanket, but hadn't had much success so far, despite their vaunted survival training.

What we mostly wound up doing was sunbathing and swimming. There was a somewhat secluded beach a half mile from the little village the boys were still busy constructing. We girls could go there, and for a little while anyway, strip off our ragged clothes and skinny dip.

At first we were all really nervous about it all. Heather was terrified that some boy would see her naked, and Annie was unhappy about anyone seeing her naked. Some of us, including them, bathed in our bras and panties to start with, but eventually everyone gave in and disrobed completely.

I didn't think there was any girl there who really had anything to be embarrassed about. Penny was a little shy, because of her huge tits. There were a few jokes about beach balls at first, but then everyone ignored them, and her nudity. Did I say everyone? I meant everyone but Annie, who kept as far from Penny as she could.

She really didn't have a bad body. It was just her infernal jealousy that caused her problems. Next to Penny, I thought I had the best body, in fact, I thought mine was actually better. Maybe I'm a little conceited, but I thought my round breasts, and tiny waist made me better than her giant breasts.

I ran over the whole group of us in my mind, looking for anything to do to keep back the boredom. Penny had the biggest tits of course, they were thirty eight DDs, but I rated mine as better, because of their perfect symmetry and the way they fit in more with my body.

Holly and Kelly, tied, being twins, they would, for the best hair. I just loved the way their red hair shone in the sun.

The best curves, I thought were mine, that was because of my tiny little waist, it was only twenty-one inches and made my hips and tits look better because of that.

The best ass, surprisingly was on brainy Carolyn. It was the perfect shape and size, unmarred by any imperfections. The two cheeks standing out round and firm as she stood and walked, or lay on her belly.

Heather was the cutest, that wasn't just because she was the shortest here. Her little heart shaped face, and snub nose, and her hair cut in a cute pageboy cut, and her sweet little body, made me want to hug her and maybe pat her on the head, though I figured she'd be pretty indignant at that.

Wendy vied with Heather for cuteness. She had the same sweet face, marred by a few freckles. Her body was lean and lithe, with long coltish legs, that helped her swim so fast.

We washed ourselves and our clothes as best we could without any soap. Unfortunately, that meant that we, and our clothes were always coated in a thin salty layer. The only way to wash it off was to take a dip, with clothes of course, in the little pond beneath the waterfall by the cave. Unfortunately the water was icy cold there.

Most of us didn't bother, preferring the salt. You can imagine what this all did to our soft dressy city clothes. None of it was designed for wearing twenty-four hours a day, let alone trooping through jungles. Most of it was dry clean only, for Christ sake!

We looked hideous, and the boys made fun of us constantly. They were an incredibly egotistical bunch, so sure of their own superiority over other boys, let alone girls. When Wendy finally got fed up and challenged one of them to a race, they all laughed.

She'd shown them though, in more ways than one. She'd had to strip down to her bra and panties to go in the water, but by then we girls had all become a little less self conscious about nudity. Wearing a bra and panties was almost like wearing a bathing suit, wasn't it?

Anyway, she'd beaten him handily, and two others besides. They hadn't been good losers, to say the least, but at least they shut up for a little while. Their egos apparently couldn't take being beaten by a girl in anything, even if she was a swimming champ.

Ten days had passed and still we were stuck on the island. Moods were running even surlier than ever. Wendy and I were bored stiff, and decided to do a little exploring of our own, despite the ban on it.

We set out from the girls' beach, wandering along the coast away from the direction of the camp. Neither of us had bothered to dress completely, hating our rotten clothes. We both wore our underwear though, and carried our clothes, just in case we ran into some of the boys.

The island really was beautiful. It would have been a great place for a vacation, assuming an air conditioned hotel, and room service were handy. We walked for over an hour, not seeing anything but trees, dirt, water, and birds.

We dropped down on the beach tiredly, and looked out to sea.

"How much longer do you think we're gonna be here?" she sighed.

"I wish I knew. Maybe Amy was right and we'll be here for years."

"I wonder what my parents are thinking."

"Mine too." We sat there glumly, contemplating life, and its unfairness. After a while, we stripped and went in swimming, then came back and sat down on the beach again.

"We ought to be getting back." she sighed, looking at her watch.

"Oh, I can't bear the thought of going back there yet." I complained.

"Me neither."

Then she leaned closer to me and kissed me. I jerked back in surprise, staring at her.

"Why not Meg? It's at least something to do."

"Someone will see us." I said.

"Who? We've been here for over an hour and we haven't see any sign of anything."

"I can't"

"You didn't say that at your place."

"I was drunk then." I snapped.

"Me too, but it was still fun."

"Go find one of the boys, like Annie has." She gave me a pitying look.

"You think I want to make it with one of those snotty stormtroopers? Give me a break."

"Some of them aren't so bad, like that one who... "

She kissed me again, silencing me. This time she put her arm around me and pushed me back onto the sand, coming down on my chest. Her right breast was pressing heavily into my right breast, and her hand caressed my left.

"Wendy." I complained.

"Come onnnn." she pleaded. She kissed me again, and her hand slid over my naked breasts.

"You know you want it." she said, hotly. She was right. I hadn't even jerked off since we'd gotten here. It was kind of hard to find any privacy in a little hut stuffed with five other girls.

She ran her tongue across my nipples, then slurped them into her mouth, suckling lightly, bringing them erect. My breasts swelled and hardened as her hands and mouth worked on them, and I started to drift off into a pleasurable daze.

She slid down my body, her tongue licking wide trails across my chest, and stomach, and abdomen. Then she was between my legs and twirling that wonderful tongue in and out of my slit.

Her fingers rubbed back and forth across my clitty, sending me into groaning, grunting spasms of ecstasy, making me cum with a devastating fury.

She scurried around on her knees, her tongue and mouth latched onto my slit. Her groin moved around over my face, and then slowly lowered. I looked up at her bare crotch, and as if in a dream, watched it approaching me. Then my hands slid up around her buttocks, feeling and remembering the wonderful softness of her skin as I drew her closer.

My tongue slid up and down along her slit, making her shiver atop me. She lay fully over me, her breasts in my belly and mine in hers. I could feel the hard little points of her nipples against my skin as she worked on my clit once more.

I opened my mouth wide and engulfed almost her entire pubic mound, munching lightly. Then I moved my lips against her clitty and sucked it into my mouth, humming and buzzing to set the little bud vibrating. I heard Wendy moan from down between my legs, and the sound sent a surge of lust through me.

I renewed my effort, driving my tongue deep into her slit, gulping down girl juice, rasping my nose, and lips and tongue across her clitty. Her body shuddered all over, and her fingers stabbed deep into my cunt as she came.

I kept working fiercely on her clitty until she finished her orgasm, then went back to a more leisurely licking and sucking. I slid my hands back and forth over her thin buttocks, and then down along her sides to her breasts.

I pushed my hands between us and squeezed her breasts, searching for the nipples.

Suddenly I became aware of a pair of bare feet and legs standing inches from my head. I gasped and shoved Wendy, dumping her off sideways, and bolting upright, arms crossed over my breasts, and hand over my pussy.

Wendy looked around in confusion and her eyes opened in shock. She too covered herself. I turned to find three boys grinning there beside us. There faces were leering and nasty as they beheld us.

"Looks like we found a couple of dykes." One said.

"Little slutty lesbos." another added.

"Like eating pussy lezy?" the first one asked Wendy.

"Guess thats where she gets her strength." the third taunted. I recognized him as the first guy Wendy had raced and beaten.

"How about it honey? That where you get your speed, from eating out pussy?"

"Fuck off and get lost!" She hissed, furiously.

"Whats the matter Wen-deeee?" he sneered. "We interrupting your daily lunch?"

"Don't let us bother you. Just go back to what you were doing." the first one sneered.

"Go Away!" I begged them, trying to completely cover my breasts and vagina. I sat in the sand, and whipped my knees up in front of me, keeping my feet tight together.

"What's the matter honey? Think you got something we ain't seen." the second guy, who was sporting a bulging erection in his pants, sneered. "We been watching you to since you got to this beach."

"Yeah. You got really nice tits baby. What's your name anyway."

"Can't you bastards just fuck the hell off!" Wendy glared, her face red and angry.

"Sure Wendy. Just suck us all off and we'll go away." The swimmer said.

"When it's a cold day in hell." she hissed.

"We can always tell everyone what a couple of little lezbos you two are. I'm sure Annie will love to hear that."

Her face was a mask of rage as the three of them snickered and ogled us. If she'd had a gun, I'm sure she would have killed them all. Then one of them moved forward. It was the guy, Larry, was his name, that she'd beaten in the race.

"Come on baby, your friend's lonely." he snickered. He grabbed for her She tried to dodge, but couldn't and cover herself. He grabbed her arm, pulling it away from her breasts, and yanking her forward. He dragged her over onto me.

Another of the boys pushed me backwards, and then knelt with his knees on my shoulders. I was still franticly trying to cover myself with my hands and had no way to push him away. Then the other boy knelt beside me. The shifted positions, each putting a knee on my shoulder and pulling one of my legs apart.

In a second they had me spreadeagled on my back. They easily held my hands above my head while the Larry struggled with Wendy. She had given up all attempts to cover herself and was furiously fighting with him as he tried to pull her over on top of me.

She was a tough girl, and managed to slam her fist up into his face with enough force to knock him backwards. She jumped up but he grabbed her ankle and pulled her down again. Then he was on her. He outweighed her by a good seventy or eighty pounds, and easily pressed her to the sand.

He was angry now, his face grim and determined. He jerked Wendy's right arm way up behind her back until she cried out in pain. Then he grabbed her left and did the same, holding them together way up behind her neck.

His other hand was in her hair, and he dragged her across the sand towards where the other two held me down. He forced her to her knees between my legs and pushed her face against my crotch.

"Go on Dyke! Suck her cunt out!" he hissed. He pushed her face right into my outspread crotch, rubbing it against me.

"Eat her out lezbo!" Another of the boys taunted.

Wendy kept her mouth grimly closed, even when Larry twisted her arms up higher. I could tell from the way she was gritting her teeth and blinking her eyes, that she was fighting off tears.

"Leave her alone you fucking bastards!" I screamed.

"Fuck you lezzie." One of them said to me.

"Maybe you're not a lezzie after all, huh Wendy." Larry sneered.

"Maybe you really want a nice stiff cock."

"Jack. Come and help me with her." He called to one of the others. The boy on my right side moved over to him, while the third boy pulled me up to my knees, back against his chest. He twisted my arm up behind me like Larry was dong to Wendy, and his other arm went around my throat, holding me against him.

Jack, knelt in front of Wendy, and then Larry pulled her up so her knees were between his legs. He closed them tight against her head, holding her in place. Larry handed him Wendy's joined wrists and he easily held them against her neck.

She was on her knees, bent over, with her head between Jack's legs as Larry knelt behind her. He kicked her legs out sideways and pulled his pants down. His cock was huge and fiercely erect. I watched in horror as he pressed it against Wendy's cunt hole.

I struggled against the boy holding me, but could hardly move at all. I could only watch from no more than two feet away, as Larry slowly pressed his erection into Wendy's vagina. The worst part about it, I thought at the time, was that I knew Wendy was a virgin. She'd never been with a boy before.

Larry discovered that seconds later, whooping with glee. "She's a cherry guys, a fuckin' little dyke cherry."

"Pop the fucker." the guy holding me urged.

"Yeah, tear it out man." Jack grinned. Larry rammed his hips forward, once, then again, then again. The third time Wendy let out a low moan, and then a whimper of pain as his cock slammed through her hymen and drove deep into her pussy.

"Pop goes the cherrrryyyyy." Larry sang. He pulled his cock out slightly, then threw his hips forward, thrusting his prick even deeper into Wendy's pussy He pulled back out again, and I could see the hard muscles of his belly moving beneath his skin as he started to swing his hips in and out.

His erection moved in and out of Wendy's crotch hole with a harsh, fast pumping movement, as Larry concentrated on enjoying the tightness of her depths. His hands were on her hips, gripping her tightly as he humped against her.

I couldn't see Wendy's face, because it was between Jack's legs, but I could hear little grunts and moans coming from her, and knew she must be in great pain and emotional turmoil to show any kind of weakness to them.

The guy holding me, laughed as he watched Larry riding Wendy. "You like that baby?" Larry gasped, hammering his hard sun bronzed body against her ass cheeks. "Like it better with a cock up your cunthole?" "Give it to her Larry!" the guy behind me urged.

Then he twisted my head sideways against him and kissed me fiercely, laughing at my weak attempts to pull away. "You want some of that baby?" he leered. "You want it, don't you?" His hand released my arm, and it fell with a sudden clamour of pain.

His hands went beneath my arms and then up and behind my neck, pulling my arms up and apart. He bent me backwards, pushing my chest out and up.

"Hey Jack, what do you think of these?" he shouted.

"Nice coconuts Vince. You gonna drink a little milk?."Jack laughed.

"Fucking A, man!" Jim snickered.

He threw me down on my face in the grass, and then jumped up. When I tried to get up, his foot slammed down on my back, shoving me back into the sand.

A second later he was kneeling beside me and throwing me onto my back. He was naked, having tossed off his shorts, and his erection was even harder looking than Larry's.

He threw himself on me, crushing me to the ground. His hands pushed aside mine, and his face chewed and bit it's way across my cheeks, lips, and throat, then descended to my breasts. He circled my left nipple with his tongue, then bit down hard, making me squeal in pain. He laughed uproariously, and pulled his hand up an down his cockshaft.

"Get ready baby. You're gonna get fucked by a man now." he leered.

He pushed his cockhead against the tight opening to my box and jammed it inside. Thankfully, my pussy hadn't had time to dry off yet. It was still lubricated, and didn't hurt too much as his meaty tool thrust down into my cunt.

It moved balls deep, on the first, furious thrust, and he lay flat upon me for long seconds luxuriating in the tightness and heat of my belly. His body was hard like a rock, the muscles pushing against me with bruising weight.

His hands moved all over me, like wild animals. They rasped harshly across my skin, squeezing and pinching me all over.

His greatest attention was payed to my breasts, which he continually pinched, squeezed, kneaded, fondled and otherwise abused. He seemed in love with my breasts. I knew I was going to have bruises there from such harsh treatment.

I punched at him, biting back my tears as I cursed and swore. I dug my nails into his chest and he slammed the back of his hand against my mouth, knocking my head to one side and bringing stars to my eyes. He grabbed both my wrists and held them together above my head with one of his back hands.

He dragged his prick up the length of my fuck tunnel and then plunged it down again, burying the head deep inside me. Then he started to move his hips up and down, fucking his tool into me with a great deal of enjoyment and gusto.

"Like it dyke?" he taunted, squeezing my right breasts tight and twisting it around brutally. I cried out in pain and he twisted it the other way, seemingly enjoying my torment. He was fucking his rod into me with tremendous power, the slick, hard pole moving up and down and up and down in my slit like a machine piston.

His hard hips were slamming against the inside of my thighs with jarring force, shoving my ass back into the sand, jerking my body upward.

His lips sought mine. I tried to turn my face but he grabbed my hair and twisted it sharply, forcing me against him. His tongue slammed in between my lips, raping my mouth. He bit me, then pulled his mouth away to laugh down at me nastily.

He let go of my wrists and slid his hands under my thighs, scooping up my lower body and shoving my legs back against my chest. His hands slid down to my ankles and pushed them way back, forcing my lower body off the ground and putting all my weight on my shoulders.

He plunge his cock into my gaping fuckhole, his eyes a mask of exultant triumph, of conquest. I heard a scream from Wendy and jerked my head to the side, temporarily distracted from my own fate.

Larry had finished with her. The other boy, Jack had thrown her down on the sand on her belly. He was on top of her, not moving much. His groin was pressed against her ass cheeks and his hands were in her hair, shoving her face into the sand as Larry stood next to them and giggled.

Then he pulled his hips up and I noticed his long, vertical cock sliding upward from her body. I thought the angle was a little strange at first, and then I suddenly realized that he was fucking her in the asshole!

I'd heard of that, of course. I'd thought the idea gross and disgusting. Now I watched in a strange mixture of horror and excitement as Jack stuffed his long, wide cock down into my friend's anus. Her legs were pulled wide as he lay between them. One of his hands was beneath her, moving around under her groin.

I couldn't tear my eyes away at first, even though Vince was still slamming his long fuck tool in and out of me with tremendous driving thrusts. My mind was transfixed by the lurid, and obscene vision. My moist pussy was, I belatedly realized, starting to heat up again, and I fought it down in disgust appalled that I could find the sight of my best friend being forcibly sodomized erotic.

He wasn't being gentle about it either. He was hammering his prick down into her rectum with maniacal speed, really reaming out her bottom as Wendy sobbed and shook beneath him.

Then I was pulled back to my own situation as Vince started pumping faster and faster into me. My slit was only inches from my face as my ankles pressed against my ears. I had a really close view of my drooling fuck box and Vince's cock as it slid in and out of my body. I could see the thin film of oily slickness on his tool as it emerged each time.

My body shivered as I fought to stay completely detached from the powerful fucking my body was undergoing. I could actually see where his hard, veined cock shaft was sliding back and forth against my clitty, sending rippling bursts of pleasure surging through my cramped, squashed body.

It was a strange experience indeed, to watch that long rounded shaft emerge from the depths of my body, and then slide back effortlessly inside me. I could feel every inch of it as it drove down the length of my fuck tunnel and smashed against the deep end of my box.

I grit my teeth as a fresh wave of pleasure washed over me. If he didn't stop soon, I'd have an orgasm, I knew. How would I live with myself after that? What was wrong with me anyway, to react like this?

Then he stuffed it down into me with a last brutal lunge that buried it completely. I felt it shiver and spasm inside me and then white splashing jism poured down into my belly as he emptied out his seed. His cock really spewed out a huge amount of sperm, spraying it into me like his cock was a hose filling my gas tank.

My body spasmed in response, orgasmic pleasure sending tingles through my spine, flooding my body with grateful fulfilment. It thankfully didn't last long, and wasn't an uncontrollable cum. I was sure he didn't detect it, in the midst of his own orgasm like he was.

Then he rolled off with a satisfied grunt, leaving me lying exhausted, spreadeagled in the sand. He walked over to where Jack was ass fucking Wendy, standing there beside Larry, and pulling his pants back on. A couple of minutes later, Jack started ripping his cock up and down Wendy's asshole, and then drove it far up into her and held it there as his body stiffened and came.

He let her asshole suck his cock dry and then slowly got to his knees, and then his feet. "Wonder how fast you swim now you got bow legs." Larry sneered. The other two roared with laughter, and Jack pushed her face into the sand again with his foot. Then the three of them wandered off together, leaving me and Wendy lying there.

As soon as they moved away I got to my knees and crawled over to Wendy. She was in bad shape. Her whole body was shaking with the effort to suppress her own emotions and tears. She wouldn't even move until I assured her they were gone.

Then she turned sightly, pulling her head up and putting her hand down over her asshole.

"Oh God, My ass hurts." she whimpered.

"Those bastards!" I cursed, furiously. "Wait until we tell Miss Carter."

"You aren't going to tell anyone!" she snarled.

"What? But Wendy..."

"Nobody! You aren't going to tell them anything!" she hissed violently. I stared down at her astonished.

"I'm not going to let everyone know what they did to me." she glared, fighting off tears.

"It wasn't your fault..." I began hesitantly.

"And what about when they tell about me and you sucking each other off?" she demanded.

"We'll say they lied!"

"I don't want to tell anyone, not until we get off here anyway."

So we staggered back to the main girls beach and then back to camp. We didn't see Larry, Vince, or Jack the rest of the day, and of course, the boys never came around our huts at night, Captain Brown's order.

Wendy would hardly speak to me that evening. It wasn't until the next morning that she seemed to return to some semblance of normality. Still, it was like walking on eggshells, wondering what would induce her into a furious temper. She was yelling at almost everyone that morning, including me.

Annie, the slut, had been hanging around the boys since day one, spreading her legs for the better built among the boys.

She came sauntering over near where me and Wendy and Heather were sitting in the afternoon, one of the boys with her, arm around her waist. Her eyes were gleaming with malice as she looked down her long nose at us.

"Well, Wendy." she said. "I'm surprised to find you sitting down here." Wendy glared up at her warily.

"I mean, it's so HARD, there." she sneered. Wendy's glare deepened. She turned her nasty eyes on me.

"Meghan dear, you really should go and talk with Larry, he claims to have found some lovely fruits to eat. Why he was just now telling me about how good the CHERRIES are here."

Wendy leapt up, her arms grabbing Annie's shirt collar and twisting her around, to throw her to the ground. The boy grabbed her by the hair and jerked her backwards. Wendy gave a strangled cry of rage, and was pulled back, still clutching Annie's shirt. It tore apart in her hands, coming in half and leaving Annie's breasts exposed.

The guy threw Wendy down on the grass as Annie jumped to her feet spitting out dirt and glaring at Wendy furiously.

"You dirty little no class whore!" she screamed.

"Fuck off Annie!" I yelled. "You're the biggest slut in school!"

"At least I like MEN!" she sneered, holding the frayed ends of her shirt together.

"Come on Annie. Leave the little queers alone. Lets go down to the beach." the guy said.

"Yes, of course you're right Peter." she said, frostily.

They moved off, and me and Heather helped Wendy back to the stone she'd been sitting on.

"I'm going to get that fucking slut!" she vowed.

Unfortunately, relations with the boys continued to go downhill. While we girls were all miserable, they seemed to be in their natural element. They seemed to almost be enjoying themselves on the island. Their regard for us and our "whining and bitching and complaining" seemed to get steadily worse, along with their treatment of us.

The next day, I was wandering alone through the woods at the edge of our beach, within screaming distance in case one of the trio that got us before showed up.

I heard a sound and stopped. I soon identified it s the sound of running feet, and something crashing through the brush. I stopped, afraid it was a boy, or some kind of animal. Then the figure raced out of the trees just in front of me and almost ran me down before I called to her.

She stopped suddenly, her eyes staring at me in shock. I rushed over to her and put my arm around her, already suspecting what had happened by the way she was holding her torn dress together.

"What happened?" I asked, sympathetically. She shook her head and shivered suddenly. I held her tighter, and her legs seemed to give way and she slowly dropped to her knees with me beside her.

"What happened Carolyn?" I demanded, not unkindly.

"I... I... " she shook her head again.

"Where's your glasses?"

She looked at me dazedly and then patted her dress pockets, allowing her dress to fall open. She was naked underneath, and her skin was covered with little scratches and bites. I found her glasses poking out of a pocket and put them on her face. Her breathing seemed to steady, and she started talking, at first slowly, and then in a big rush.

She'd been walking along, exploring, much as me and Wendy had been. Her goal was more esoteric than ours. She'd been looking for edible plants. She'd found a little stream and sat down to rest.

As she'd lain there, her feet cooling in the water, and her hands behind her head. Several boys had surrounded her. She hadn't been particularly worried by this, even though it was against the rules for us to wander off, but as she'd sat up they'd grabbed her, and then...

I... They... tore my dress open." she stammered. "They stripped me naked, laughing and calling me dirty names all the while. Then they pushed me down on the ground and knelt around me. I screamed at them... called them names... threatened them, even tried to reason with them." she gasped.

"They just ignored everything I said. Their hands were all over me, touching me and... and... you know." she couldn't meet my eyes, staring down at the ground instead.

"Then one of them got on top of me. They held my arms and legs apart and then... then... he... he did it to me!" she swallowed several times.

"I'd never done it before." she said, hollowly.

"He just... kept pushing against me... into me, pushing his... cock up into me! I couldn't move, couldn't resist! Then he started doing it to me, moving up and down, thrusting into me over and over! When he finished, another one did it, and then another, and then another!" Her voice was rising as she spoke.

"I... I don't even know how many times they did it! Then they pulled me up onto my knees and one of them stepped in front of me and held his... his... erection against my lips and told me to suck him. I refused, but then they twisted my arm and pulled my hair and I had to do as they said.

He knelt in front of me and they forced me to my hands and knees. Another one got behind me and started to do it to me again, shoving his organ into me with a terrible force. They took me again and again." she sobbed, holding her face in her hands.

I held her against me and tried to console her, but then she started talking again.

"The worst part though, the absolutely worst part... was... was..." she stopped, words locked inside her.

"Go on Carolyn, you can tell me." I urged.

"No... no..." she shook her head. Then she turned and stared at me with wide eyes.

"Meghan, I... I had an orgasm!" I stared at her in shock.

"What!?" She nodded franticly.

"More than one, several. I... I've never... I've never felt anything like it in my life." she stared down at the ground again. "My whole body shook and trembled and my mind just seemed to... explode with pleasure. They...they lasted so long I thought I would die."

"Wow." I said.

"Please!' She grabbed my hands and held on tight. "You mustn't tell anyone about this!'

"But Carolyn..."

"You have to promise me you won't tell anyone, not even Wendy or Amy!"

"All right, if you want."

"It's not... it's not what they did... it's what I did. I, don't know if I can even face myself again, knowing what a... a... a whore I am."

"Oh don't be stupid, you're not a whore!'

"I don't even know who they were." she said sadly.

"You don't?"

"I had my glasses off. You know everything is a big blur to me without them."

Well, of course, things couldn't keep on happening like this and stay secret long, but I held my tongue. I could see where she was having trouble facing what had happened though, wow!

Two days later me and Wendy were ambushed on our way back to the cave from the beach. Wendy had vowed to get Annie back, but it was Annie who had worked out her revenge first. She appeared right in front of us as we marched along, a huge musclebound boy on each arm.

One of them was the boy she'd been with before when she'd taunted Wendy. Cathy was standing just to one side, with another boy. I thought I remembered his name as Tad. I didn't recognize the other one. I sensed trouble immediately and put a restraining hand on Wendy's collar, trying to pull her backwards.

"Well, well, Wendy dear." Annie cooed. "You and your little friend out doing a little EATING?" The others snickered and the boys leered at us.

"Why don't you kiss my ass?" Wendy snarled. Annie's eyes got all round and she looked at one of the boys with false injury.

"Did you hear that Peter?" she cried. "Oh what dreadful language. What a foul mouth the child has!"

"Someone should wash her mouth out with soap." Cathy sniffed.

"Maybe she needs a spanking." Annie purred, raising her eyes at Peter.

"Maybe she does." he grinned.

I started backing up, my hand dragging Wendy with me, but I banged into something, actually someone. It was another boy behind us. He grabbed me, throwing his arms around me, pinning my arms to my sides. There was a second boy there, and he shoved Wendy forward so hard, she fell to her knees.

"What a bad little girl." Annie said, mockingly.

Peter grabbed her and dragged her up by her hair, then Tad moved forward and grabbed the waistband of Wendy's pants and jerked them down off her flailing legs, leaving her naked from the waist down.

Then he ripped open her shirt, and he and Peter worked it off her, leaving her nude. Annie watched Wendy struggling with a cool detached amusement, her eyes sparkling with every grunt or curse Wendy made.

"Filthy langauge for a little girl to use." she sneered.

Peter knelt and bent Wendy across his knee, so her ass was facing Annie and Cathy. Wendy's entire body was flushed red with fury and humiliation as Peter brought his hand up and then swung it down against her buttocks with a loud crack.

Wendy gasped, but kept her teeth gritted together, determined not to give Annie the satisfaction of hearing her cry out. Peter was undeterred. He brought his hand up again and then swung down once more, and then again, and again, and again.

I struggled uselessly against the boy holding me as Peter spanked his big hand down against Wendy's ass cheek over and over. Her ass turned a deep shade of red as he smacked her. I could see Annie's smile deepening. Wendy's ass cheeks were a flaming red, and each time Peter's hand came down it left a white handprint, that quickly faded to red.

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