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Domination Island Ch. 01

By: Laz110



The heat of the sun beat down hard on his back as he lay washed up on the sand. He was close to exhaustion.

At first he didn't know if he'd died. Then he managed to raise himself to his elbows and look up and decided he had and he'd arrived in heaven.

The beach was a mile long. White sand, palm trees and green sea. The storm had come from nowhere and the hull of his small yacht had splinted like matchsticks. The rocks hadn't been charted and there was no buoy. He'd taken on water quickly and only survived by clinging to some wood.

Through the shimmering of the sun's glaze he saw a shape in the distance coming towards him, running over the dunes. It must have been an apparition. It was a creature of beauty and he thanked whoever his maker was for bringing him here. She was a black goddess, with long black hair tied in a ponytail and an Amazonian figure to die for. She ran easily and gracefully, gaining speed as she neared him.

`Hi,' he called weakly, his voice full of gratitude for his safe deliverance.

The glaring sunlight impaired his vision but he could just make out eight or so other large females also running in his direction not far behind the brunette. They were mostly dressed in skirts and their mammoth breasts all looked in danger of spilling out from their constraints. They were yelling and whooping and it looked as though they were racing each other.

`He's mine,' the brunette gleefully shouted, nearing him.

`Thank God,' he gasped, happy to be alive.

Just then a redhead raced to catch up with the brunette and they were neck and neck, both hell-bent on reaching him first. They sprinted frantically, each trying to outpace the other. They both reached him at virtually the same time and each made a grab for him. The brunette's strong hand grasped him a spilt second before the other's.

`I got him first, Serena!' the redhead cried, making to haul him to his feet.

`No way, Lavina!' Serena retorted, pulling him in an attempt to prise him away from her rival. `I saw him first and I got him first.'

`He's mine,' Lavina insisted.

Just then the other females arrived, panting.

`This one's mine,' Serena persisted, turning to the others for confirmation. `You saw me get him first.'

While the two women pulled him in both directions he helplessly staggered towards whichever Amazon was dragging him towards herself. He went back and forth, barely able to stand. Then his legs crumpled and he half-fell, only held from completely falling by the two women holding onto an arm each. Although dazed and dehydrated, he began to feel consternation at the thought of two women fighting over him.

Another black beauty stepped forward.

`I'll back you if I can I use him, Serena?' Janine negotiated.

`Okay,' Serena agreed.

The other women grouped round chatting, drawn to the interesting standoff.

`Can I use him every day?' Janine bargained.

Serena considered the question thoughtfully, then: `Three times a week.'

`Hey, this isn't fair,' Lavina protested.

`Five,' Janine continued bartering.

`Three,' Serena said, pulling him against her and trying to push the persistent Lavina away.

`Four,' Janine said.

The scorching midday sun burned into him and he was close to passing out.

`Three,' Serena replied.

`Four,' Janine persevered.

`Bitch!' Serena laughed. `Okay, four it is.'

Janine grinned, slapping her friend's back then helped Serena to lever the protesting and angered Lavina away from her vice-like grip on their catch.

`He's ours,' snapped Janine to the scowling Lavina.

`Mine,' corrected Serena.

`I won him fair and square and you cheated,' Lavina angrily hissed. `You better look after him well,' she threatened. `Don't let him out of your sight.'

As Serena and Janine manhandled him across the baking sand he noticed the other women disbanding disappointedly. He wondered that all these women had been fighting to have him as their own.

Now the two biggest had won him. And from the sounds of things they were going to have sex with him. Christ, he hadn't had a good shaft for months. This could really turn out to be Paradise.

`Look at that mouth,' Serena chuckled mischievously, running her finger around his lips.

`Yehhh,' Janine sighed, longingly. `And he's got such a cute ass. My, I haven't had one for so long.'

Then he lost consciousness and the two tall, strong negresses carried him effortlessly across the hill, and through a grove of sprouting mango trees, towards the other side of town.

He must have slept a long time because when he came to it was dark and there was light coming from under the crack in the door. He could make out some stars through the louvered windows. But there was a problem. He couldn't move.

The sound of two women chatting drifted in from next door, and their laughter sounded almost mocking. He could make out what they were saying but it didn't make sense. The words were wrong coming from women, it sounded like the type of things men would talk about, like what they were going to do to a woman. He listened for quite a while becoming even more confused. Then the door burst open and when the light came on he was temporarily blinded.

`Our little fun machine's awake,' Serena excitedly announced.

`An' he's gaggin' for it,' Janine laughingly suggested.

They were both grinning wildly but there was something very wrong and if his hands were free he would've rubbed his eyes to clear the awful image which befell him. Maybe he hadn't woken up and was really still asleep.

He now discovered he was shackled naked in some kind of stocks. He was bent over horizontally, with his head and wrists immobilised. He was compelled to stare at them, not quite believing what his eyes were telling him. This was an absolute nightmare. Fear gripped his every pore.

`Just look at that mouth,' Serena enthused. `That little iddy-biddy ting was just made for fuckin'.'

Both beauties were wearing skirts but the material of each female garment had lifted up in the front exposing the biggest hard-ons he'd ever seen. Their testicles hung like sacks of dual walnuts. They were women but they had huge cocks, at least fourteen inches in length. And their swollen penis-heads, like purple helmets, were pointing directly at him!

Serena moved towards him, thrusting her penis aggressively at his mouth. He turned his head as much as he could and clamped his teeth.

`Get that thing away from me,' he managed to utter through gritted teeth.

`Come on, Honey,' Serena hissed. `Open ya mouth for yer new mistress.'

He smelled the acrid excitement from her prodding penis-head as it pressed into his face assertively. Jesus H! How did he come to find himself in this situation with freaks who wanted to use him for sex?

`Open I said!' Serena barked impatiently, strongly holding his head and forcing his lips against her penis. It was so big he couldn't imagine its size could even fit into his mouth.

Janine was behind him now and had roughly parted his vulnerable buttocks with her hands. Then he felt something like a ramrod being pressed hard to his anus and he became very frightened indeed. Then he felt excruciating pain like a red-hot poker as the rock-hard object rammed into his backside and there was nothing he could do to contain his scream. Just at the moment his mouth opened Serena took the opportunity to push the head of her giant penis into his mouth, forcing it wider. She couldn't quite get it in at first but by thrusting forcefully managed to shove it in. Now his mouth was filled with just the head of her cock and could only breathe through his nose. There wasn't a thing in the world he could do to stop them.

`That's a real tight fit, Honey,' Serena breathed. `An' you're making me one horny girl.'

His mouth bulged grotesquely with the intruding shemale's swollen organ filling it. She roughly pulled the back of his head, frustratedly urging her cockhead to go in further.

`He's got do tightest ass I ever shafted,' Janine gleefully exclaimed, pumping him from behind.

He was in a daze now, unable to fully comprehend what they were doing to him. He was being fucked at both ends. Nothing like this had ever happened to him before.

Janine had managed to invade his backside with at least half of her penis and was gamefully trying to pump it in deeper. Her face was a mask of determined enjoyment, opening and closing her eyes in blissful pleasure. They fondled each other's massive beasts, the nipples hardened like cork-stops.

`Dis is the tightest mouth I ever had,' Serena complained, trying to ram her member in deeper to go down his throat. The noise of his nostrils panting in terror and his utter discomfort only excited the girls even more. Cruelly and deliberately, Serena pinched his nose between her manicured fingertips. The gasping, wheezing noise stopped.

`Don't breathe,' she ordered, even knowing it was an unnecessary command.

She continued to thrust aggressively but his throat was an obstacle to her salacious desires. She desperately wanted to ram it deeper but it became stuck at the u-bend. Just then all the movement of his futile struggles and of his complete discomfort got to her and her whole body shook with an explosive orgasm. Jets of warm creamlike cum spurted down his smothering throat. Jet after jet of her spunk cascaded into his body, descending his gullet.

`Jackuzza!' she exclaimed in delight. `Take this ya' fucking bitch!'

The intermittent jettisoned sperm continued to stream down his throat for what seemed like any eternity. Before it had completely finished hosing his throat Janine's body jerked and she exploded in her own climax, squirting copious amounts of her hot body fluid inside his invaded anal passage.

Both panting shemales savoured the ebbing moments of their salacious enjoyment, their curvaceous bodies wriggling to extract any remaining pleasurable sensations from their sex slave. His face was becoming crimson from lack of air and just as he thought he was going to pass out Serena unclasped his nose. The sound of his desperate nostrils snorting in air made her grin.

`Ya mouth was made fer fuckin', Honey,' she told him.

`It's nice to cum togedder,' Janine joked, wriggling to extract her prick from his ass.

`What's da time?' Serena asked.

`Seven-thirty,' Janine replied, wiping any remaining cum residue from her declining hardon onto his buttocks.

`Make the supper, Jan,' Serena said, leaving her diminishing erection firmly in place in his mouth. `I'm goanna fuck `is throat agan' an' sex makes me hungry.'

The sound of Janine's laughter rang in his ears as she exited, leaving Serena to survey her `catch'.

`It won't be long, Honey,' the black Amazon smilingly informed him. `Then we can start your throat-stretching exercises.'

The smell of her spunk permeated up from within him. His auto-reaction to vomit was hampered by her cock-head blocking his breathing passage.

`Dis is da first time ya tasted cock, I can tell,' she chuckled. `An' ya my first virgin for a long, long time. Ya have no idea how much I'm gonna enjoy dis.'

Wriggling her broad hips, she manoeuvred her penis further into his mouth. Although it wasn't fully erect it was still enormous, but had reduced enough to allow her to feed it bit by bit down his protesting throat. Then by shoving it and holding his nostrils to force him to swallow it she finally had him positioned exactly as she wanted. Her entire ten inches of semi- erect member was now blocking his whole throat, with his nose pressed up hard against her underbelly. She had impaled him right up to the roots of her cock.

Muffled groans of pleadings came from somewhere inside him and he tried with all his strength to move but to no avail. All this did was to make her chuckle.

`Ya makin' me horny, ya liddle cunt,' she laughed. `Yeh, ya my liddle cunt.' She shifted herself to make herself more comfortable and felt round his face. `We'll grow ya a beard so's it feels more like a cunt.' This made her laugh out louder.

A part of him knew what was coming and he was filled with dread. Soon the inevitable would happen and she'd get a full erection. And when that happened he didn't dare to imagine what it would be like. Then it wasn't long before he felt her bulbous cock beginning to inflate. Now he was frightened more than any other time in his entire life.

Domination Island Ch. 02



The warm night air was lightened by a gentle breeze drifting in from the ocean. The sky was clear and a multitude of stars pinpricked the blackness.

The town was crowded that evening, bustling with shemales enjoying themselves shopping, dining or relaxing. The noise of music drifting through opened windows filled the hot night air. It was a one street town, with shops, restaurants and bars on either side of the baked earth road. It was lit by several kerosene street lamps and the light was supplemented by the glows from the local businesses. Those shemales lucky enough to have slaves proudly paraded them on leads. It was good kudos to own a slave, who were both female and male and in short supply.

`Evening, Lavina,' Sandra said, trailing her slave on a dog leash secured round his neck by a studded collar.

Lavina stopped in her tracks while heading towards an alleyway between a dress shop and a bistro.

`Hi, Darling,' Lavina replied sweetly. `What a lovely outfit. Is it new?'

`Do you like it? I got it this morning.' Sandra smirked. `I saw what happened on the beach this afternoon. What a shame.'

`Yes, wasn't it,' Lavina said, controlling her anger at the other's snidiness. `I was cheated, but these things happen.'

`You'll have to run faster next time.' Sandra was still smirking. `Are you going to the prison?'

`As it happens, yes,' Lavina coolly replied. She looked down enviously at the slave resting quietly and obediently on his knees behind his mistress.

`I hear an escapee was caught yesterday so there's two there now.' Sandra said, noting Lavina's gaze, pleased at her friend's covetousness towards her own slave ownership.

`Really?' Lavina said, a fixed smile on her face.

`So you shouldn't have to wait too long.' Sandra informed her. `Probably only an hour.'

`An hour!' Lavina exclaimed.

`I saw Brenda earlier and she said there's a rush on,' Sandra giggled. `She had to queue for over an hour. There must be something in the water.'

`I don't suppose I could.' Lavina started. `I mean you wouldn't let me borrow yours.'

`Kiss!' Sandra hissed down to her slave.

Subserviently, he kissed both of her voluminous buttocks. She looked smugly down her nose at Lavina.

`No way,' Sandra replied. `Sorry. Anyway, must go. I'm having dinner with Josie and Mary. Bye and good luck.'

Sandra tugged the lead and her slave obediently stood and followed his mistress at a respectful distance.

`See you, Darling,' Lavina called after her, then: `You fucking bitch!' she added under her breath, before strutting off down the alleyway.

The prison was a large wooden building just on the outskirts of town. It was run by the island's two shemale police officers, Captain Aisha, an Afro-Caribbean, and her Sergeant Kiomi, a Latino. The prison comprised of full living accommodation at the back for the two officers, with four cells and an office at the front. The police officers were relaxing in their office as Lavina entered.

`You'll have to wait,' Sergeant Kiomi said. `In there.'

To Lavina's consternation there were four other shemales sitting in the waiting room. Overhead, the propeller-type ceiling fan whirred, cooling the night air. She picked up a magazine and sifted through the pages. The sounds of muffled cries came from the cells area and the shemales tried to ignore the noises of distress. It would only stimulate them further and interfere with their patience while waiting.

The rules of the island were quite clear and any escapee knew exactly what the consequences would be if they were caught. The sentence was one week in the cells, which meant any shemale could use them for a half-hourly session. The owner of the slave would be allowed one session per day with the slave at any time. It was usually chosen by the mistresses to be in the morning before the other shemales hired them. That way they could have a good shag before the slaves filled up too much with spunk. There was a lot of demand for an escapee, such was the shortage of slaves.

It was twenty minutes before two shemales came in from the cells with those satisfied smiles and tired-round-the-eyes look one gets after a good session of sex. Lavina watched the two shemales next-in-turn hurry into the cells, leaving her and the other two waiting for their turns.

When the moanings from behind the door started and Lavina became very randy indeed. She noticed the other two skirts in the waiting room were also lifting from their expectations. She was going to give one of the little fuckers such a `seeing to' he wouldn't know what hit him. She dreamily imagined coming inside his mouth so much he would be drowning in her sperm. She'd like that. She'd like it very much indeed.

`Ya makin' me excited, ya liddle cunt-slave,' Serena chuckled down at him.

She stood before him, wiggling her hips, legs apart, her giant member invading his ensnared mouth, forcing it wide open. Its length encroached deep into his stricken throat, causing it to bulge outwards grotesquely.

`Welcome to ya new way of life, Honey,' she told him. `Dis is how it's gonna be from now on.'

Her balls had recovered from the previous onslaught and had fully replenished themselves ready for the next onslaught. Her erection was rapidly inflating now.

`Some folks like ta have their cocks in other folk's mouths,' she chuckled, `and some folks have their mouths full o' cock. It's da way of da world.'

He looked devastated, his eyes bloodshot and protruding from the discomfort of her vast intrusion. Not only was it extremely uncomfortable and difficult to breathe just through his nose, but the humiliation was completely demoralising him.

Her expanded penis had become rock hard now, compressing painfully against the walls of his throat. His gullet felt like it was being stretched beyond all limits. Then she smilingly began to slowly fuck his throat.

With quickening breath, she grabbed the back of his head for extra thrust and began to pump his throat harder, her cock shafting its captured prey with gay abandon. Her swollen testicles banged contemptuously against his chin at each powerful thrust. Gurgling sounds emitted from within him while she salaciously fucked him faster and faster. The walls of his throat tightly encompassed her plunging penis, causing her considerable pleasurable sensations to reach her very nerve-endings.

There wasn't a thing in the world which could stop her doing this to him, while she used him for her selfish gratification. Her sexual drive increased the more she pumped and her breath quickened to such a degree she was panting loudly. She must have continued to shaft him for fifteen minutes, lost in her own world of licentious debauchery. She held back for as long as she could, fighting the increasingly overwhelming urge to come.

`Ohhh!' she cried in ecstatic glee. `Ohh, my fuckin' Jesus!'

Suddenly she threw her head back just as she exploded. Voluminous streams of spunk jettisoned like a fireman's hose from her weapon, spurting copious hot liquid down inside him. Spurt after spurt hosed his insides, her cock-head caught momentarily in his windpipe, expanding at each squirting gush. The spunk acted like a lubricant, intensifying her enjoyment exquisitely. Then greedily striving to extract the most enjoyment from his predicament, she continued to shaft his throat until her testicles ran dry. Behind her, her ponytail bobbed wildly around.

Gurgling noises emitted from him as his body tried to cope with the influx of some much gooey liquid. If he were able he would have choked but the momentum of his difficulty caused his eyes to bulge like cork stops.

`Dat's more like it!' she told him, patting his head in appreciation. `Dat's a good cunt-slave.' She started preening her hair just as Janine came in.

`Supper's ready,' she proudly announced.

`Give me a hand, Sweetie,' Serena said, unlocking one end of the pivoting board on the stocks. She raised it to release his wrists, careful not to move from her dominating stance of having his mouth impaled on her cock. Janine handed her friend a leather- strapped device which had been hanging on the wall.

He was still dazed and shocked from the bombardment, hoping at least he would now be released from this abuse.

`No, ya gonna stay wid me, Honey,' Serena told him as he vainly tried to extract himself. 

He was weak, exhausted and devastated and could do nothing to stop them doing whatever they wanted with him.

Both shemales knew exactly what to do next, they'd done it before. They held him firmly whilst Serena secured the strapped-device round his head then buckled it round her waist tightly. His head was now fixed in position to her body, her now partially flaccid penis wedged firmly down his throat.

Janine took a couple of leather wrist restraints from the wall and buckled them round Serena's thighs and strapped his wrists into them. Then Janine unlocked his ankles from the stocks, grabbed them, and the girls shuffled with their victim out into the dining room. They sat Serena in a carver chair at one end of the oak table, while Janine plonked herself down at the other.

Janine busied herself with serving from the steaming dishes while Serena poured from a jug of local brew into two tall glasses. She passed her friend's glass as far down the table as she could but was hampered from being able to make too much movement.

He knelt helpless under the table, his face wedged hard up to Serena's crutch. His nostrils were oozing come and as this was the only means of him being able to breathe, his breathing was laboured and his face was reddening.

`Don't do dat, Honey,' Serena chided him. `Or you'll make me horny again.'

Carefully, she wiped his nose with a serviette and took a long drink before tucking into the meal.

`Dis'll flush you out,' she said to him, pausing as if to concentrate on something. Janine knew from her look what was going to happen and finished her mouthful before laughing.

Serena closed her eyes as if the action would give her so much enjoyment she had to give her whole attention to it. Then she released her bladder, pissing down his throat. He didn't need to swallow, so deep down his throat was her cock. She urinated for what seemed ages, eventually watching his horrified eyes with great amusement. She ended by wiggling her hips as if to give it a shake.

`Dis is fine food, Sweetie,' she told her friend, before replenishing her glass. She raised it. `Here's to a good sex life.'

`A good sex life,' chorused Janine.

Then they both laughed for a very long time, the sound of their mocking merriment ringing in his ears.



Domination Island Ch. 03



At last the shemale came out from the cells. She had a great big smug smirk on her face. Lavina had been as patient as she could be, but now she was so randy beads of pre-come moistened her swollen cock-head.

The shemale had gone over her time but it wasn't worth complaining. Most of them did. It was one of the drawbacks of using an escapee.

'Have fun?' Lavina asked sarcastically.

The shemale glanced at Lavina impatiently hurrying to the door, and gave her the one finger before heading out of the door and into the humid night.

Three more shemales had come in since and the one next in line after Lavina looked up from her women's magazine.

`Don't let him get away like the one on the beach did today,' she called, chuckling.

The other two shemales smirked. Word had got round the island quickly.

Lavina hurried into the cell area, her mighty erection pushing her skirt up before her like a beacon. The Asian night warder was behind her desk just outside the cells. She lazily looked up from her book, pointed towards a cell door, then flipped over a sand-timer. Lavina noticed a pair of feet behind the panel of the back of the desk as if someone was kneeling under the desk. Lavina couldn't make out what was going on as the front panel obscured her view. Then the warder dropped her book, clutching at something, and moaned as if in deep orgasm. Scrambling sounds came from beneath the desk and the feet banged desperately at the panel. The sounds continued as Lavina closed the cell door after her.

The slave lay on the stone, hay-strewn floor, curled up and wheezing. His wide-opened mouth dribbling spunk and poppy-eyed expression indicated severe trauma.

`Fucking bitch!' Lavina exclaimed. `She's filled you up to the brim.'

Angrily, she dragged him across the floor to the toilet in the corner, holding the back of his head to point his face down into the bowl. `Sick it up,' she commanded.

By way of assistance she poked a finger into the dazed man's throat and made him retch. White sperm-filled vomit projected into the toilet. She continued this process with him bringing up creamy vomit for a few moments. When she was satisfied he'd brought up as much as he could she sat on the toilet and pulled his head between her muscled thighs.

`Suck it,' she ordered, guiding his mouth to her huge dripping cock-head.

Her eyes closed in bliss as soon as she felt his mouth opening to its extreme and curling round her cock-head. Then she couldn't control the inevitable explosion of ejaculation and grabbed the back of his head to shove her penis further into his captivated mouth. She squirted and squirted her thick come into the slave who began to choke from the voluminous amount. Lavina held him tightly while he struggled to escape this tortuous hosing.

She'd been so horny and had come so quickly and so forcefully her spunk dribbled from his nose like snot. Finally when the ebbs of the orgasm receded she pushed him off and dragged him to the fucking-table and strapped him down. One strap across his chest immobilised his top half and another across his legs stopped him being able to kick. His dazed face looked up to the dirty tiled ceiling.

`You let some of my come escape, didn't you?' she said accusingly, straddling the low narrow table, facing his feet, and squatting over his face.

He was so clogged up with her come in his throat all he could do was gurgle as he tried to get rid of it.

`Didn't you?' she said again, lowering herself so her bulbous bottom was close to his terrified face.

He knew what was going to happen, have experienced it so many times before. That was why he was so frightened. He instinctively tried to turn away but was forced to look straight upwards by her holding tightly onto both his ears. Her voluminous muscled buttocks stared down at him ominously. He was finally able to clear the creamy sticky fluid from his throat.

`P. p. p. l. e. a. s. e.' he managed to whine.

She grinned down at his petrified expression and slowly sat down on his face, submerging it beneath her soft and firm flesh. Her large scrotum dangled over his chin and spread across his throat.

Immediately his air supply was stifled and he began to struggle. She sat there on his face enjoying the domination she was subjecting him to and the power of being able to control his breathing.

`Kiss my ass!' she told him, rising slightly, but deliberately keeping her bottom out of his range making it impossible for him to be able to comply. His tortuous gaspings amused her.

`Right,' she said, plonking herself back down on his helpless face. `Now you're really in for it.'

She remained suffocating him until his lungs were fit to burst then allowed him to inhale, again raising her posterior out of range of his mouth. `I thought I told you to kiss my ass,' she hissed.

He desperately tried to reach her buttocks with his mouth, was more than willing to do so. But this was a game several shemales enjoyed playing.

She sat back down on his face, comfortably reposing, pleased while he suffered oxygen deprivation because of her superior position. The more he smothered the more excited she became. After a while her erection was again fully swollen and her testicles had more than replenished themselves.

`You disobeyed me,' she told him. `Now I'm going to fuck some sense into you.'

As she got off his reddened face he choked and gasped at the release of her weight. She stood behind his head, her enormous cock poised and ready. But before he had a chance to properly recover she impatiently twisted his head back on itself and plunged her rock-hard penis into his mouth.

`You little fucker,' she cried, pushing her prick deeper into his ensnared mouth.

Her throbbing love muscle filled his mouth and throat with its mightiness, overpowering him. Eagerly, she shafted his throat while he choked on her plunging organ. Her eyes shone with glee as she noticed the shape and progression of her cock bulging on the outside of his throat.

Beneath her, the helpless captive could do nothing but suffer this oral raping by his shemale domininatrix. He could barely breathe through his nose, his nostrils giving out faint snortings at each of her strong thrusts. It wasn't long before the familiar itching stirred in her loins and she cruelly and deliberately aimed her cock-head into position and clamped his nostrils with her manicured fingers. All air had now been cut off for him and just a few more thrusts with her wide hips and the vinegar-stroke was upon her.

`Oohhhhhhhhhhh. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.. ` she went at the moment of ejaculation, whilst letting go of his nose at the same time.

The result was just as she had anticipated. While copious amounts of thick creamy sperm jettisoned down his throat, his epiglottis opened and her spunk burst into his lungs. She came and came, her semen spurting powerfully down his trachea. As he tried to choke, but stifled by her member, more of her ejaculation gushed into his lungs.

The orgasm seemed to last for ages. At each jettison Lavina clutched handfuls of his flesh, digging in deep with her long, varnished nails.

His reddened face had now become crimson, his widened eyes rolling, with her rapidly emptying scrotum resting on his forehead.

After a while she went: `Mhhh,' blissfully sighing, and slowly withdrew her sticky cock out from his gurgling mouth, wiping it across his gagging face.

He struggled and writhed in his constraints, desperately trying to rid his lungs of the suffocating fluid. She stood watching amused at his predicament. She found it both entertaining and stimulating.

She was what was known as a good repeater. It wouldn't be long before she was ready again. There was enough time to give him another one or two fucks before leaving and he'd be close to really drowning. She'd like to see the expression of the face of the sarcastic cow who was waiting after her.

Then she'd go and meet the girls for supper. She'd have a good appetite after finishing here. Sex always made her hungry.



Domination Island Ch. 04



'More brew, Sweetie?' he heard Janine ask.

'Fill me up,' the voice of Serena said above him.

Then he heard her snort and chuckle, then she added: 'An' den I'll fill him up.'

The sound of female laughter went on for a long time. This was sheer Hell. He'd come to Hell and that's where he was being kept against his will. And there was nothing he could do about it.

The discomfort was unbearable. Her huge penis was forcefully opening his mouth to it's extreme where it was attached as if it was a permanent fixture. The feel of her vast cock filling his throat gave him a permanent desire to gag. All he could smell was the strong pungent hormonal smell oozing from her cock, filling his nostrils. He was unable to move his head, his face secured by leather tethers to her crutch, kneeling before her beneath the dining table. That's all he could see; her crutch, a bit of her cock which wasn't in his mouth, her six-pack belly and her muscled thighs.

They'd taken a long time over the meal, enjoying chatting, joking and generally humiliating him at every given opportunity. His stomach was swollen and bloated from all her semen and copious amounts of urine. He'd been dying for a piss himself for over an hour and his bladder felt fit to burst. The strain on his nervous system brought tears to his eyes from the agony. But he tried hard to hold back his tears because he knew it would only stimulate her even more and make her excited again.

They knew that he was longing to urinate, of course. They knew he was hurting bad and he'd tried to tell them ages ago by making gurgling sounds, hampered by the fact her cock filled his mouth and throat. But all she'd done was pinched his cheek by way of patronising him and said: 'Bet ya dyin' to piss, Honey, ain't ya? Bet it's hurtin' real bad, ain't it?' Then she'd giggled and pissed down his throat some more.

Above him she slurped more brew.

'More pudding?' Janine asked her.

'Dat was lovely,' Serena told her. 'But I couldn't eat annuder ting.' She rubbed her full belly by way of appreciation.

Then he watched as her hand, with its long carefully manicured and red-varnished nails, move down from her stomach to touch the tip of his nose. Her index finger curled to stroke his nose's bridge.

'You've had ya supper,' she said down to him, holding a handful of his hair with her other hand and wrenching his head back so he was able to see her beautiful but cruel eyes. 'Now ya gonna git ya pudding.'

She let go so his head dropped back down and began to fiddle with the restraining straps which held his head to her body.

'Move back, Honey,' she commanded.

He did as he was bid and as she slowly fed out the straps he shuffled backwards and her cock gradually slid out from down his throat.

For a moment he became stuck as her bulbous penis-head caught coming up round the bend of his throat. She wiggled her hips and pushed against his chest with a foot to free it.

'Ya looks so cute like dat,' she grinned.

She stopped feeding out and re-secured the buckles. Now he had moved back about a foot and her penis was no longer down his throat, but her cock-head filled his mouth. Her strong fingers toyed round his nostrils making his breathing come in fits and bursts through fear. Then she suddenly clamped his nostrils to prevent him from breathing. The instant he began to struggle her mighty cock inflated until it was rock-hard. His mouth was stretched to its limit, his cheeks bulging from the intrusive invasion.

She gleefully watched his face grow increasingly redder and just sat there enjoying the suffering she was inflicting. Her tongue slowly ran across her lush lips, moistening them. His wrists pulled in desperation at the constraints and instinctively he tried to pull his head to free his mouth from her weapon.

Now she was rock hard and began to pant as the vacuum she'd deliberately caused compelled him to forcefully suck her expanded balloon from the effort of trying to breathe. She smilingly gazed transfixed at his tearful and bloodshot eyes pleading with hers, while she allowed him a miniscule amount of air through one nostril to prevent him from passing out. She held out for as long as she could, enjoying the sexual tickling from her cock-nerve which increased the longer the captivated mouth sucked and the more he suffocated. Then she gave out a gasp and couldn't hold back any longer.

The momentary expansion of her cock's head gave way to the ensuing rush of ejaculation and she literally exploded into his mouth. A jettison of thick steaming spunk erupted at high speed, spurting down his throat. His gurgled cries only increased her enjoyment and she was so caught up in the ecstasy of the moment her hands dropped to her sides and her eyes looked dazed as she entered a world of blissful pleasure.

He helplessly struggled at the end of her enormous knob, enable to break free from the pumping organ flooding his insides, with hot spunk cascading down his trachea at each pumping ejaculation.

Dreamily, she gazed at her ensnared slave forcibly gulping down the contents of her emptying scrotum-sacks, his head futilely trying to wrench itself free with his harpooned mouth draining her dry. Even when her spunk had been depleted she systematically pinched his nostrils together and used his mouth's vacuuming suction to experience an extended tartaric sexual climax which lasted for over an hour.

Janine, bored with not being able to participate in the sexual activity, had already cleared the table and had done the washing up and was now watching tv.

Finally, the intensive agony of her climax becoming unbearable, Serena finished smother-torturing him and left his nose alone. His near-crimson face looked close to expiration and his flared nostrils uncontrollably wheezed in an attempt to replenish his body's severe oxygen deprivation. His agonised snorting sounded louder than the soap opera on television.

'Hey, bitch,' Janine called over, 'I can't hear what they're saying.'

'Keep ya noise down!' Serena chided him. She was attempting, but was unable, to extract his mouth from her even-more swollen cock-head. And because of all the sex she'd had her prick was still rock-hard and was too big to be able to push back down his throat.

'Can't you shut him up?' Janine asked, moody for being excluded from having sex.

'Is she seeing him again?' Serena asked, focusing on the tv soap opera program.

'She broke up with him an' now they're secretly seeing each other,' Janine replied.

Serena unsuccessfully pushed and shoved his head to get her penis out of his gob-stoppered mouth.

'Give me a hand, Sweetie,' Serena said.

Janine gave her a look.

'An' why should I?' Janine asked.

'Cos you're my friend, bitch,' Serena replied.

'I've cooked for you, cleaned for you, an now you want me to help you with what?' Janine whined.

'Okay, you can use him if ya wants to,' Serena said. 'But ya have to get him off ma cock first.'

Janine came across and moved the table away to give her a clear passage to assist. She held his head in a half-nelson and pulled.

'Ohh,' Serena cried. 'Don't pull ma cock off!'

They both first pulled but her penis was firmly wedged in his over-stretched mouth, her cock-head caught by his inability to open his mouth any more. Then they both pushed but Serena's bloated knob-head was unable to extricate her knob-head from his stretched mouth. His breathing had earlier returned to quieter snortings but was now rapidly quickening due to all the vigorousness

'I've got an idea,' Janine cried excitedly.

'What?' Serena asked cautiously.

Janine disappeared into the kitchen, returning smiling holding up an ice cube.

'What ya gonna do wid dat?' Serena nervously asked.

Janine grinned and rubbed the cube along her friend's penis nearest to his mouth.

'Ahh, dat's cold!' Serena exclaimed.

'Haha, serves you right for being greedy,' Janine laughed.

The coldness of the cube being massaged along her girlfriend's shaft gradually worked and Serena's cock began to deflate from its over-swollen state enough to pull it with a 'plop' out from his impinged mouth.

He collapsed on his knees, his eyes glazed and his mouth opening and shutting like a goldfish's. Hurriedly Janine unshackled him from her friend's body. Serena herself appeared sated, lounging back in a blissful state.

'Can I have him now?' Janine eagerly asked. She hoped her duties had earned her enough gratitude from her best friend.

'Okay, Sweetie, but I may interrupt later,' Serena admitted, settling down in front of the tv.

Janine grinned as she dragged their sex-slave out of the room and into the bedroom. She'd waited a long time to be able to use a slave like this, and he did have such a cute face and butt. His ass was going to be very sore by the time she'd finished with him. Then she'd skull-fuck him for the rest of the night.

She pulled him up onto the bed, already with an enormous erection just at the thought of what she was going to do with him.



Domination Island Ch. 05



The man who belonged to Serena woke with a start. It was dark and very warm and he was covered in sweat. Another nightmare, another recurring hellhole.

These dreams were all the same. Beautiful women running at him and he was unable to move. And they all had enormous penises, rock hard and dripping with gleeful excitation, poking at him, prodding him, filling every orifice of his body.

It had been nearly two months since his capture and he was surprised it hadn't got any easier to accept all the abuse and humiliation. He'd expected to become accustomed to what they did to him and all the horrible things they made him do. But it was still as disgusting as it always was.

He'd been stuck in a time-warp and most of the time he couldn't think properly and his emotions were always in a turmoil. It had gotten so bad he'd virtually forgotten his real name he'd been called his designated name of Fuckface so many times. They laughed whenever they called him that. Then invariably they'd do to him precisely what his name suggested. Sometimes his nightmares were interspersed with other types of dreams. Dreams of escape. 

Wistfully, he looked through the bars of the small glassless window at the stars. The shining crescent moon was a few hours from disappearing. He shuffled in his chains across to the other side of the large cupboard, ducking to avoid the low ceiling and pissed in the bucket for a long time. 

Serena had used him as a urinal a lot last night before fucking his throat a few times. He still couldn't get used to the smell of spunk whenever he burped. He hadn't eaten a proper meal since being on the island. He had found out the hard way the shemales didn't like to give their slaves food or anything else to drink but spunk and their piss. Serena had long since told him he'd get all the nourishment he needed from her cock. `It's your meal injector,' she'd said laughing, `and it's your drinks dispenser.' Then she'd given him a throat fucking with such ferocity he'd nearly passed out.

The only other peer contact he'd had so far was with another male slave he'd managed to whisper to in town a few weeks back. They'd been tethered to a horse-rail outside a beauty parlour and he'd discovered quite a few things before they were overheard by their Dommes and silenced. There were three main reasons why the shemales fed them like that. One of the reasons was to keep them weak enough to easily dominate. Another was for economical purposes, and the final reason was that it was sexually convenient. So to all intents and purposes he and all the other slaves were being kept alive by the high protein content of their captors' spunk.

He also learned that day why his voice could no longer be raised above the level of whisper. It was because of the constant pounding their throats and their vocal cords took.

`Fuckface!' Serena's voice called from the other side of the door. Then there came the sound of bolts being drawn back, and bright light stung his eyes as the cupboard door opened.

`Yes, Mistress,' he hoarsely replied, meekly.

`I need you now,' she demanded, unlocking his chains and dragging him out.

She wore a white negligee, with her semi-hard penis dangling between her strong, brown thighs.

`I can't sleep,' she explained, hauling him into her bedroom.

The time on her bedside clock said four-thirteen am. She threw off the negligee and slumped face-down onto her bed. He knew what to do, had done it countless times before. Once he hadn't done it precisely how she liked it so by way of punishment had secured his head to the dressing table stool and sat on his face and suffocated him for the best part of the entire evening. He always got it right after that.

He remained kneeling and began kissing her feet, sucking each manicured and purple-varnished toe. Small moans emanated from the Amazon shemale's throat as his mouth slowly and carefully worked it's obedient way up her legs to her chocolate-coloured muscled thighs.

`Kiss my ass,' she groaned throatily.

It was an unnecessary command for he was programmed to do this anyway, but she thoroughly enjoyed giving him the order. Her vast pronounced buttocks jutted up further when she pushed a pillow beneath her to enable easier access for him to worship her bottom. His lips skilfully caressed across each expanse of voluptuous ebony buttock, dutifully starting at the soft underneath and working up and across. Then he kissed inside her crease bringing gasps of pleasure from his dominating mistress.

`Lick,' she hoarsely commanded, her hands parting her cheeks to allow his tongue to seductively rim her sensitive anal muscle before it penetrated into her expectant passage. She turned on her side because of the discomfort of her erection pushing into the bed. She allowed him to continue the analingus for a while until she could contain herself no longer and turned onto her back, her enormous dark brown cock as hard as he'd ever seen. It rose straight upwards like a mast, impatiently awaiting its inevitable attentions.

`You know what I like,' she wheezed, grabbing the back of his hair and guiding his face to her scrotum.

Meekly, he kissed her ball's sack, her genitals swollen like small lemons, smelling the strength of her hormones.

`Open wide,' she moaned.

Then she pushed her testicles into his mouth, cramming them in so his mouth was completely filled and cheeks bulged. She smirked down at his sorrowful eyes, gleefully watching as he sucked them. Sadistically, she nipped his nose so all means of breathing had gone and clamped his head with her thighs, revelling in his slow asphyxiation. As if it wasn't possible her stiff penis increased in size, a small glisten of pre-come moistened its bulbous head.

She continued this torment for several minutes until her excitations became too overpowering and she let him go.

`Worship your Goddess, you cock-sucking little fucker' she told him.

He looked at her gigantic member with trepidation, swallowing hard. There was still fear in his eyes even after all this time and all he'd been through.

She grinned at his reaction, enjoying what she was making him do all the more.

`Adore it,' she demanded. `That's what you're here for.'

`Your cock is the most beautiful cock in the world,' he whispered, kissing it from its base all the way up its shaft and around its thick girth very slowly.

It was after several minutes of worshipping that he stretched his mouth to its fullest extent to enable him to work the grotesquely bulbous head into his oral orifice. Then he began sucking like she'd taught him as if his life depended on it.

Her eyes were dreamily watching him, her hands massaging her massive breasts, the nipples like bullets. While he sucked as hard as he could she grabbed him by the ears, thrusting her wide hips to savour the moment of her first ejaculation. He knew she was coming by the momentary increase in size of her cock's head. The ensuing explosion of spunk came so violently the force took him by surprise. It was like being sprayed by a hose inside his mouth and the steaming come hit the back of his throat in huge spurts of warmth. She ejaculated over and over, squirming in determination to get as much sperm into his mouth as she could extract from her testicles.

Then when she had finished her orgasm she smilingly clamped his wheezing nostrils to make his sucking motion clean off the residue sperm from her cock's eyehole.

`Dat's a good cock slave,' she praised, sighing in satisfaction, ramming her penis right down his throat as she turned on her side. `Ya knows, Honey, there's some folks in dis world dat likes dere cocks being sucked an' dere's dem dat does da sucking. An' you're my cock sucker.'

He lay beside her lower body, his throat crammed with her pulsating cock while she reached for the bedside light. `An' don't you dare move,' she said, switching it off.

Within five minutes she was peacefully snoring while he lay there listening to his stomach trying to rectify the massive influx of protein.

Outside, he thought he heard rustling as though someone was moving about in the garden. He could have sworn he heard murmurings of two people talking very quietly.

To him being in the same position was uncomfortable after a while. Although he'd been made to be like this on several occasions it was still difficult to get accustomed to having a huge prick filling your mouth and throat and being unable to move in the slightest. The discomfort proved to be too much and he moved slightly as if testing her reaction. She continued sleeping as if nothing had happened.

With his face wedged against her crutch the body warmth was making him sweat. There was a welcoming breeze drifting in from her opened window which cooled him slightly. He moved some more and as there was no reaction from her he plucked up enough courage to move his head back to extract some of her lengthy penis from deep down his throat.

Still no reaction. She was in such a deep sleep it seemed as though nothing would disturb her. He was finding only being able to breathe through his nose quite difficult so he inched backwards as carefully as he dared. It was several minutes later that he'd managed to withdraw all of her member from his throat so that just her cock-head was still in his mouth. 

Just as he was inching the large bulging weapon out of his mouth she snorted and moved. He froze, the cock-head half in and half out of his mouth. What made the moment worse was there was a rising feeling of wanting to belch and if he did she'd surely awaken, find what he was doing and punish him.

Thankfully she returned to snoring and he was able to suppress the urge to burp. It was then finally possible for him to remove the huge penis-head from his mouth and he very slowly inched himself off the bed.

The flimsy floral curtains gently fluttered in the breeze and he thought he saw the fleeting shape of someone passing by. A sudden urge of freedom overcame him and he fearfully glanced back at the sleeping form of the giantess shemale.

He knew the risk he was taking. If he was caught it would mean a life of being orally and anally fucked not only by Serena but by every shemale on the island without a slave. He'd once had the misfortune to pass by the prison and heard the cries of begging and anguish by the captives. But now there was just a glimmer of a chance of escape and any chance, however faint, was worth taking to get away from this life of sex-slavery.

With heaving heart, he stuck one leg out of the window and as carefully as he could he pulled himself through by the frame until he was standing outside in the dark beneath the starlit sky. 

This was the first time he'd been outside all by himself since he'd been on the island. The feeling of freedom shook him strongly by the roots and it took all his will power to not just start to run. He could easily make a noise and then the game would be well and truly over.

Cautiously, he tiptoed through the darkness of the garden, where there were flower beds on one side and a vegetable patch on the other. Serena also liked trees and the garden had many varieties, mostly of fruit. If he headed for the other side of the island he'd make it before it got light and he could hide and construct some kind of raft.

He'd just passed a banana tree when a shadowy shape came from behind the thick trunk of an old apple tree.

`Stop,' a female voice whispered.

He froze, recognising the voice. Just then vicelike hands gripped his shoulders.

`Got him,' another quiet female voice behind him said.

His heart sank like a stone. He was caught red-handed and now he'd surely end up in that Hades of a prison.

Lavina came up to him close, four inches taller and grinning down at him.

`Let's go,' she quietly rasped, holding his collar-lead and pulling.

`Pleassssse!' he whined. `Don't hand me in.'

`Don't worry, I'm not going to,' Lavina smirked.

When they were far enough away from the house the two shemales couldn't contain themselves any longer.

`Got you now,' Lavina said to him pushing him to the ground.

`Please don't hurt me,' he cried, looking at the huge bulge in her tight stretch-trousers.

`He's cute,' Michaella noted. Her dress was lifting up at the front by her own erection. She was a friend of Lavina's that he'd seen in town.

`I told you we'd get him if we were patient,' Lavina said, unzipping her slacks. She popped out her cock which was just as big as Serena's. It stood out defiantly aggressive pointing directly at him.

`On your knees,' Lavina barked, tossing her red hair into the breeze.

He could try and run but it would be of no use. He was weak and they were strong and much faster. There was nothing he could do.

Obediently he knelt before his captor. His eyes were moist but it wasn't the gently wind which was moistening them.

`Suck it,' Lavina hissed, pushing her cock towards his lips.

As his dominated mouth engulfed her pulsating penis he knew there would never be any escape from this life. He realised this was to be his destiny, and looking up into his new mistress's gleeful eyes he knew that this was going to be the cock he'd probably be sucking for the rest of his life.

`You're mine now,' she said down to him, enjoying the slurping noises he made while he orally vacuumed her throbbing member. `I knew you'd be mine just as you were always meant to be.'

And as she came into his mouth she shuddered as if this as the most delicious feeling she'd ever experienced. The amount took him by surprise as it was much more than Serena had ever produced, and the squirting hot semen seemed to jettison forever. It was seeping out of his nose and mouth and by the time she finished coming he was fighting to cope with the quantity. 

After she withdrew her cock from his mouth he fell down coughing and choking, spunk oozing from nose and mouth.

`Come on,' Michaella cried down at him impatiently, holding her member out in anticipation.

She waited for a moment then realised he wasn't going to get up and knelt and straddled his head. Then she held his head and guided her penis into his gurgling mouth.

`Good lubrication,' she chuckled, holding his flailing arms from moving.

Lavina laughed as her friend shafted his throat while he struggled beneath her fighting for breath. Her own penis was now erect again and her balls had repleted themselves. She was proud of the fact she was a good repeater, probably the best on the island. Her slave was going to get all the nourishment he needed for the rest of his life, and much more than he ever needed. She was going to see to that.

She was happier now than she'd ever been, now that she'd found the perfect partner. Now that he was back where he truly belonged.

The end.