The enslavement of Mollie Wan-Chu develops quickly when the boys wake and find her as they left her, spread-eagled on the sand ...
Chapter 4 -- The Island Day 3
Pete had slept well in his own little hut. He had a small bed and was comfortable with his fan to keep him cool. He had been awake since quite early and it was only 7am now. But Pete could wait no longer. His dreams had been full of weird visions of Mollie tied spread eagled on the beach, and he had woken with the biggest erection he had had in ages. He wanted to see how their captive had survived the night and so wearing only a pair of shorts and with his hard-on on pressing insistently against the material, he left his small room and headed to the beach.
He could see Mollie ahead just as they had left her the night before. She seemed motionless, but as Pete got nearer to her he could see that she was awake and shaking. As he approached her she turned her head to face him. He looked at her and was shocked.
Mollie was indeed shaking, despite the heat of the sun which seemed to be roasting her poor body. She was covered in a thin sheen of perspiration and red marks where small bugs had clearly feasted on her flesh. Her limbs were stretched further than was comfortable and her breasts had been rendered so flat that they appeared almost non existent whilst her ribs had become visible as her stomach had taken on a concave shape. But she still looked gorgeous.
Her eyes were wide and terror filled. Pete wondered what Mollie had experienced during her night being staked out on the beach. What torment, what psychological terror? He saw that the bamboo gag had rubbed against her dry lips and dried blood had crusted at either corner of her mouth. She looked in bad shape Pete had to admit. Maybe they should take her into the shade.
Mollie made quiet guttural groans. Pete could not tell if she was trying to communicate with him or whether she was just lost inside her own world of pain.
"Morning Pete," Neil sounded cheerful.
"Morning mate," Pete replied. "She doesn't look well."
"Nonsense, she's fine, aren't you slut. I thought about fucking her to get the day off with a swing, but I want rid of that pubic hair first. We need to see her naked muff don't you think Pete?"
Neil obviously remained intent on evolving the enslavement of Mollie even more.
"So, go get your camera as I want to capture the moment that the lovely Mollie begs me to shave her pussy."
"What ... how will you do that?"
"Just get the camera pal, and then you'll see."
Moments later Pete had his lens trained on the spread eagled body of Mollie Wan-Chu.
"So ask me to shave your cunt Moll."
Mollie opened her eyes wide and stained her mouth against the bamboo gag, her sounds becoming ever more frantic.
"Oh right, you can't ask me anything can you. Silly me." He knelt down and untied the gag. As the bamboo came away Mollie retched. She was nearly sick, and if she had had more food inside her then she would have been.
"So ask me to shave you Moll."
"Water ... please ... give me," Mollie sounded delirious.
"Soon slut, when you have asked me to shave you."
Pete could see what Neil intended now, or so he thought, but even he could not have guessed Neil's next move. Standing up the island's boy number one moved to fetch a bucket from behind a rock.
"Look what I've got here slut." He put the bucket down and carefully picked out two vicious looking crabs, one in each hand. The creatures were quite calm until he moved them near to one another and then the crabs turned nasty, trying all they could to snap their claws at the other. Mollie screamed.
"So how about I let them fight on that lovely stomach and tit flesh of yours Moll? Think you'd like that."
"No, please ... d ... d ... don't Master, please." Mollie had remembered how to address Neil and was trying now to please him and keep the crabs away from her skin.
Neil moved one of the crabs so that a claw touched Mollie's nipple. The poor captive girl screamed and released a stream of golden urine from between her pussy lips.
"No, ohhhh Mollie you dirty girl." Neil stood up and moved away while Mollie pissed herself colouring the sand between her thighs. Pete captured it all on film but Mollie could not stop. She needed to pee and her fear had triggered the reaction. After a short while the arc of urine slowed and then stopped as Mollie's bladder emptied. Neil shook his head and returned to her side.
"So, now for the crab fight, okay slut." The crabs touched Mollie's skin and she screamed as loud as she could, which was not very loud.
"You don't want this slut?"
"No, Master, please ... just give me water."
"Hmmm, water comes soon Moll, but if you want rid of the crabs then you need to beg me to shave your pussy."
"Please Master, please shave my ..."
"Go on slut say it."
"Please shave my pussy Master."
"Okay slut seeing as you asked so nicely I will, but first tell us both for the camera what a dirty slut you are for pissing yourself."
Mollie was beside herself now with a whole myriad of emotions, none of them positive.
"I ... I am a dirty ... s ... slut ..."
"Go on bitch."
"... for pissing myself ..."
"Ask me again to shave you." Mollie had fresh tears pouring down her face.
"So please ... M ... Master, please shave my ... pussy."
"There you go Pete, told you the slut would ask us nicely. Can you take these creatures back to the ocean and I'll get a razor. This is gonna make great TV bud!"
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He wormed his forefinger below the hairs to trail it gently along the warm flesh of her slit, caressing the lips of her vagina and the moist fleshy groove that lay between. To his delight Neil heard Mollie moaning softly, and for a moment he imagined himself as her lover, preparing her willing body for a night of unbridled passion.
"Please Master, don't do this, leave me alone, I'm hurting enough!"
