Chapter 4
Through a break in the clouds Tammy saw that the jet was flying over water. She cried for hours. The pain in her pussy went away but she was still miserable and frightened. Then the jet banked and circled a small island. It drifted down to a landing on a short runway.
Lala came back, unbuckled Tammy and gave her a brightly printed dress to wear. "Come on, this is where you'll live from now on."
"Where are we?" Tammy pulled on the dress.
"An island somewhere in the Caribbean. That's all I know. That's all any of us know." Lala led Tammy out of the jet and into a canvas-canopied electric cart driven by a man wearing a bright green uniform. He had a revolver in a closed holster on his hip. He wore big dark glasses and a wide-brimmed green jungle hat. The man didn't speak. He did look at Tammy and grin. He drove them to a large, stone-front, three-story house a mile from the airstrip.
It was a mansion. Lala led Tammy inside, across a tiled reception hall, through a large dining room that was arranged in Roman style with a low marble table and a myriad of animal furs, pads and pillows ... and down a narrow yellow-carpeted hallway, past doors marked A, B, C, D, etc. Tammy had seen other boys and girls at a distance. Some looked odd. Lala opened the door and motioned Tammy in. "This is your bedroom. Nice, isn't it?"
In spite of her apprehension and bewilderment, Tammy was impressed. It was a large room, luxuriously furnished, with a huge bed, a private bathroom, an air conditioner at one of the three wide windows.
Lala said, "The doctor will visit you in a while, to check you over. He checks over all the new young people. He is a Secret Master, too, so remember, Tammy, do anything he says. Just anything! And don't argue!"
Tammy pouted. "Are we slaves or something?"
Lala nodded. "Sex slaves. Only some of us are more slave than others." She smiled and closed the door.
Tammy heard the lock click. "No!" She tried the door. It was locked. She went to the windows. They were all closed and all key locked. The air conditioner was also locked into its frame. All she could see through the windows were neat hedges and wide, green lawns. She was a prisoner. And she was hungry. She found a bowl of apples, pears, bananas, and oranges on a bedside table. She ate quickly until her stomach was bloated.
She sat on the bed and was bored. She was a sex slave! Tammy shivered. Kidnapped to an island where rich men would use her sexually any way they wanted! She chewed her lower lip. There were probably orgies and wild parties and all kinds of dirty things that went on! Tammy thought about using a chair or something to break a window and escape ... but where could she go? It was a small island and there were armed guards.
Tammy decided to take a shower. An hour later, as she lay dozing on the bed, a key in the lock of her door instantly brought her eyes open. A thin man, bald, hawk-nosed, wearing a white smock, entered. Behind him came a young black nurse in a pale green uniform, carrying a medical tray with bottles and syringes and small boxes. Tammy sat up. "Who are you?"
He ignored her words for a moment. He came to the bed and said, "Take off that dress."
Tammy hesitated for a second, then pulled the print dress free of her buttocks and up and off her head. "Why are you going to examine me?" She hugged her knees modestly.
"Stretch out!"
Reluctantly, Tammy slowly lay back on the bed. She crossed her legs and arms.
He sighed. "Dear child, I have to do some measurements and tests. Cooperate or you will be punished. I am a Master, and my assistant here is granted the same privileges over you."
Tammy's heart was beating fast. "Are you going to do dirty things to me?"
"Of course-after the measurements and tests. Now, open your legs."
"Don't hurt me." She opened her legs.
He put on sterile gloves and carefully examined her slit. He opened her with a cold implement and looked at her hymen. "Have to trim that later." He took a phallus-shaped instrument from the tray that trailed a thin rubber hose. He inserted it into Tammy's pussy. He pushed it very deep.
Tammy whimpered as her belly flinched again. "It ... hurts."
The doctor noted markings on the shaft of the phallus. "Nineteen centimeters." He smiled. "Quite a cunt for a thirteen-year-old." He attached the tube to a squeeze hand pump. He began pumping up the phallus which was so far into her. The thing expanded, became thicker and thicker inside her. Tammy's lovely green eyes widened. It was a weird sensation ... and was really beginning to hurt!
The doctor stopped expanding the implement. It had distended her opening and channel to an astonishing degree. The end of it was as big around as a sixteen ounce pop bottle. He said to the note-taking nurse, "Six centimeter diameter. What's Jim's thickness?"
The nurse flipped pages in a leather notebook. "Seven point two at his thickest."
"That will be an interesting fuck, the first time." The doctor gazed speculatively at Tammy. He pressed fingers down into her belly and stomach. "Normal organ placement. X-rays tomorrow, of course.
He let the air out of the inflated phallus embedded in Tammy. He withdrew it. He quickly took her blood pressure, and the nurse took blood samples. He thumped her chest and back. "Lord, what a fine pair of tits!" He listened to her heart. "Excellent!" He handed Tammy a small, sterile bottle. "Hop in the bathroom and pee in this. I need a urine sample."
When Tammy returned with the little bottle full and warm in her hand, the nurse took it, capped it, and labeled it.
Tammy risked asking, "What's going to happen to me?"
He laughed. "Ahh ... you're going to be improved, my dear. Embellished. A bit of superior interior decoration."
The nurse said, "I almost envy her."
The doctor glanced at the nurse. "Not happy with your special alterations, Helen?"
"Oh, yes, Master!"
"Considering your lesbian nature ... "
"I love what you did for me, Master!"
Tammy asked fearfully, "You going to cut me open?"
"Stop asking questions!" The doctor roamed his hands over Tammy's large, out-thrusting breasts. He squeezed her nipples between thumbs and forefingers. He palmed the fat contours. "Number Six is a great scout. He finds some lovely girls for us, I must admit."
The nurse added, "All virgins until they take a ride in his plane."
"His prerogative. He is rightfully first into their cunt." The doctor pushed Tammy over onto her stomach. He ran his hands over her small, taut, rounded buttocks. "But here is my hole. I'll take this virginity!"
Tammy understood. She tried to scramble away.
He was too quick. He grabbed her and drew her back. He said to the nurse, "Discipline egg!"
Tammy yelled, "That's icky-that's ugly! I don't want you to!"
The doctor took an egg-shaped object made of stainless steel from the nurse. He quickly, adroitly, stuffed it up into Tammy's cunt. Tammy squalled and fought. She didn't know what it was. But she knew it was something awful and perverted I These were bad people! She began to cry again. "I don't like it here! I want to go home!" She hated being naked in front of dirty old people like this.
The nurse took up a plastic case the size of a TV remote control. She punched a button. A paralyzing sheet of pain seized Tammy's belly! She shrieked and doubled up. It lasted only a few seconds. When it stopped, she went limp, gasping, whimpering.
The doctor said, "Tammy, you will do exactly as I say from now on or the punishment egg will be turned again! Do you understand? Stop sniveling! Do you understand?"
Tammy lifted her tear-streaked face from the bed. She raised terror-filled eyes. She nodded and struggled to quiet her sobs. She could feel the thing in her pussy, cold and round and horrible. Anything was better than that awful pain!
"Good." The doctor began undressing. "Say, 'Yes, Master.'"
"Y-yes, Master."
Tammy watched with dreadful fascination. Would he have a knobby prick, too, like that first Secret Master? Tammy blushed when she saw his prick. She shivered with fear. It was as big as the other one ... and it had even more pink bumps on it! He was naked; slightly potbellied, thin-shanked, bald, with his weird prick sticking out straight from his loins.
He ordered: "Up on your hands and knees, Tammy! That's right." He snapped his fingers. The nurse squeezed some ointment from a tube and put it on his fingers. He worked it into the crease of Tammy's firm buttocks. "Like smooth melons ... nice, nice silky melons ... nothing like big round tits and tight little asses ... " His slick finger probed into Tammy's puckered little anus. Into the tight, resisting channel, pressing through the clenching ring of the sphincter. He fingerfucked her in the ass.
Tammy flushed and hid her face against a pillow. She couldn't bear to let the nurse see her face. Actually, his fingerfucking her there brought a kind of good feeling. But Tammy was ashamed.
"Now-all ready." He reared up behind her. He worked his shiny, noduled prickhead into her slippery crevice. Tammy bit her lower lip. Why did the nurse have to watch? The Master sighed with pleasure as he grazed a few prickhead nodules against her enclosing ass cheeks. He found the small, puckered anus. He gritted his teeth and pushed!
Tammy howled as the big head lodged in the forced ring of anal muscles. The muscles were stretched, slightly torn, and strained to close. Without thinking, Tammy fell forward flat to get away from the pain. She escaped the Master's prick. He cursed. The nurse pressed the button and Tammy shrieked with agony as her cunt exploded with pain.
The Master gritted, "Up, Tammy. Don't do that again, or you'll be in hell for a lot longer than that last shot from the egg!"
"I'm sorry ... I'm sorry ... Don't let her make it hurt again. Please!"
"Obey me, then!"
"Yes, Master!"
Tammy raised her ass up quickly. Her mind was still shivering from that terrible blaze of pain in her vitals. She braced her hands on the bedboard to take his thrust into her ass. She wept and tried to stifle her watery sobs.
He smiled. "This time the ram goes through." He caressed her satiny ass cheeks. His hands slid onto her hips and gripped her there.
Tammy waited, trembling, crying. Why was this awful thing happening to her? She prayed and promised she would be good and never make her mother and father angry. She'd always get good grades, she'd never fool around with her pussy in bed, she'd never-
The Master shoved his prickhead into her anus again. He stayed that way, savoring her gasps and quivering thighs. He said, "This is the first time anyone's ever fucked you in the ass, isn't it?"
"Y-yes! Yes, Master!" Tammy abjectly hung her head between her arms. Her long red hair tented around her face. Her breasts hung down like overripe fruit, wobbling, jostling each other as she sucked erratic gulps of air.
His eyes half lidded. He worked his prick into her rectum, with short, deepening jabs. He hissed with ecstasy as his extra-pleasure centers-the pink nodules on his prick--slid through her spasming anus. Tammy endured the pain and humiliation-she had to. His prick felt like a huge turd in her rectum. And it was gradually working inward, into her colon, going deeper and deeper. She was sure his prick would meet some real shit if it hadn't already. Her face flamed and she felt disgust. How could he like doing this?
The Master was sighing and groaning with enjoyment. He pushed his prick further into her colon and did meet some yielding softness. The clustered nerve endings in the small nodes sank into the half-formed turd in her guts. He thrust harder and deeper, seeking more of that enthralling pleasure. He was snorting and plunging. Tammy was hurting badly as her sphincter was rubbed raw inside. The bumps on his prick were enjoying the contact, but she was in near agony.
The Master had it all in her ass, now. His belly smacked her buttocks. She felt his balls swinging into her crotch. His prick was a great log moving in her guts. Then he seemed to go mad with rapture as he pulled her back onto his plunging weapon. His cries were intense, special screams. Tammy knew he was squirting his stuff into her bowels, mixing it all up with the already churned shit. She wanted to die. She knew this would be done to her again ... a lot. All kinds of shameful things would be done ... and she would he forced to do awful things.
The Master went through a series of minor convulsive shudders. He gradually pulled back. His prick was now a soft tube, the nodes also smaller and softened. Tammy almost felt empty when the last inch left her rectum. She collapsed.
The nurse came forward and said, "This salve will make you heal very fast and end the pain." Her finger applied the same stuff Lala had used on Tammy's hymen.
The Master said, "Use her if you like, Helen."
"Oh, I will, Master. Thank you."
Tammy rolled into a ball. She pressed her small fists to her wet eyes.
The young black nurse said, "Open up, Tammy. I have to get the egg out of you."
Tammy willingly opened her legs. The nurse probed Tammy's pussy, her fingers sliding in and working the spheroid into her waiting palm. Her thumb seemed to accidentally rotate briefly on Tammy's clitoris. But instead of putting the punishment egg, away, suddenly the nurse popped it into Tammy's unsuspecting anus! Tammy grunted with pain and surprise. She looked wildly at the grinning nurse and smiling Master.
The Master toyed with the control. "Behave now, little girl. Do exactly as Helen says."
Tammy's fearful gaze switched from him to the control to the nurse. Helen undressed. She was in her late teens, with small, pointy chocolate breasts and purple nipples. Her teeth were very white when she smiled. She said, as she stepped out of her pale green panties, "I'm a girl who loves girls, Tammy. Like men love girls, you dig?" She reached to a long box on the medical tray she had brought into the room. She opened the box and took out a long, fat brown rubber prick, with straps attached.
Tammy's eyes widened as never before. It was an odd-looking thing: it seemed to have two electrical-like plugs sticking out of the base. And the head of it was of a different material ... a silvery metal. Helen stepped into the straps and pulled the dildo up into position.
The Master said proudly, "Tammy, Helen is one of my prize jobs. Show her what I did for you."
Helen climbed onto the bed and sat cross-legged. Her mound was shaved clean of hair. Her purple-lipped slit pouted open. She used her fingers to pull the lips wide apart. She said, "The Master cut off my fun button and connected the nerves up to two plugs ... see?"
Tammy gaped. There were two little silvery holes in a small plastic plate which was miraculously set way deep into her vulva, over her cunt hole.
The Master bragged, "Found a way to make the flesh accept that composition. They're grown together now. It's part of her now. No rejection."
Helen took the brown rubber prick and plugged the base prongs into the jacks embedded in her vulva. "Uh! Crazy. Now I've got a nine-inch cock." She adjusted the straps to hold it in place. She stroked the silvery metal head. She smiled lewdly. "I feel with this now, Tammy. When I ram this mother into your cunt, I'm going to feel it, just like a man would feel it."
Tammy appealed to the Master. "I-I was just-on the plane. The other Master did it. I still hurt there."
He went, "Tsk, tsk."
Tammy turned apprehensive eyes to the huge brown and silver artificial prick that projected up from Helen's pussy. "It's so big. It's bigger than anything!"
The Master laughed. "No, not by a long shot. You haven't seen Jim. You will tonight." He rubbed his thumb on the pain control. "Now you obey Helen, or ... "
Tammy became acutely conscious of the punishment egg lodged in her rectum. She could not forget it. The knowledge of the pain it could inflict was an icy fear in her mind.
Helen said, "Watch me fuck her, Master. I'm going to come a dozen times!"
Tammy quailed but didn't dare say another word. She watched in dread as the black girl pushed her legs open and smeared more salve into her slit. The salve acted as a lubricant and a sensation deadener. Then the silver-headed prick was positioned-and thrust!
Helen's negroid face twisted with pleasure. "Ohhh, shit, that's good." She had seven inches of the brown rubber shaft in Tammy's cunt.
Tammy lay on her back, legs wide, her mouth an O as she experienced the size of the thing and was double possessed-with the big egg in her rectum sharing her abdomen.
Helen dragged the prick back and thrust in again. "I like it tight, too, sweetie! More tight, more I feel!" She looked up at the Master. "Oh, thank you, Master!"
"Fuck her good and fast, Helen. I haven't got all day."
"Ummm ... um ... um ... um ... um!" Helen stroked the prick in and out with coiled-spring moves of her brown hips. She panted to a climax and kept on thrusting. "Oh ... yes ... UM ... UM!" She didn't care at all about Tammy.
Tammy was stretched to her limit. The prick was reaching up almost to her belly button, she thought, and it brought a flare of pain with each maximum penetration. Her entrance was dead to feeling, but her insides were alive and hurting. She knew it wasn't natural-this queer girl and this weird prick that she plugged into herself. But there was nothing Tammy could do. Not even cry much, now, for fear of the excruciating pain that lay in waiting in her ass if she offended the Master. So Tammy endured the shameful, unnatural fucking with her teeth chewing her lower lips, her eyes closed, her head turned away. Tammy prayed for it to end soon.
The Master sat on the edge of the bed, watching critically. He idly fingered his soft prick. Helen's brown face mottled as she gasped into her third orgasm within three minutes. Her hips reared like a well-oiled machine. Her dildo prick plunged and plunged and plunged. Helen pulled the dildo all the way out of Tammy's cunt. "Oh, sweet John Henry, what a groove!" She moved up and straddled Tammy's waist. She used the dildo to caress Tammy's nipples.
Tammy watched, not knowing what would happen next, afraid ...
"Suck my cock, sweetie!" Helen directed the silver head to Tammy's lips. Tammy made a face. The metal was wet with her own vaginal juice. The thought made her sick. She turned her face away-AND SHRIEKED! Her abdomen boiled with flaming agony! It ended. She went limp, slack-jawed and dull-eyed. She sobbed pathetically.
The Master said lightly, "You forgot again."
Helen inched further up Tammy's body. She pushed the silver head of her prick into Tammy's unresisting lips. Tammy's ass still pulsed with lingering pain, echoes of nerve reactions ... "Suck my cock!" Helen pushed thick inches down into Tammy's straining mouth. Tammy sucked. The metal head tasted icky and aluminum bitter. But she sucked. She licked the smooth round end with her agile little tongue and swallowed the resulting evil-tasting saliva.
Helen was ecstatic. "She's learning, Master. Oooo ... "
Tammy was glad of Helen's words. The pain wouldn't come again now. She would do anything to avoid that terrible pain.
"That's enough ... You've got lab work to do and I've got to take a shot for tonight's orgy." The Master got off the bed.
Helen hurriedly withdrew her prick from Tammy's mouth. She quickly pulled it free of her jacks and pushed the straps off her hips.
"Don't forget the egg."
As Helen dug into Tammy's anus with two fingers, and pulled out the metal egg, the Master said to Tammy, "You'll be prepared for the orgy in a few hours.
"Remember, the egg will be ready if you don't obey everyone, tonight. You will be used to the full limits of your present capacities."
The Master and Helen left Tammy's room. The door was locked. Tammy cried and cried and cried.