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 A story by Lolileah for ADULTS ONLY (MF, M+F, oral, anal, rape, beast,
preg)

   This story is loosely based on a short story I read in English
literature many moons ago.  I don't remember all the details so bear with
me.

   Alex leaned on the railing of the boat.  The night was hot and moist,
but not the good kind that her girlfriend got.  This kind of evening made
her think of Louisiana with its oppressive humidity that caused her clothes
to cling lovingly to her thin, wiry frame.  It made her want to vomit.

   She had been told that they were passing by an island called "La Isla de
la Violación".  Perhaps her Spanish was bad but naming something "The
Island of Rape" was doing nothing to put her mind at ease.  Maybe it had
nothing to do with girls being violated every which way.  Maybe it was just
an unfortunate old name like canola being called rapeseed.  Whichever it
was, the place gave off a sense of unease and dread that she just couldn't
shake.

   She had argued with her girlfriend about children before she had up and
left to see the world.  The argument had been about kids: should they adopt
or accept a man inside their sacred space until one or both of them were
good and sure they were pregnant?  What about artificial insemination? 
Were any of them qualified to be parents or even ready?  These were Alex's
thoughts on the railing.  Lost in thought as she was, she did not hear the
captain crying out.

   "Land ho!" came the shout.  Why were men always so degrading to women?
They had discussed that too with her pretty brunette piece of action saying
that she shouldn't take everything so literally, so negatively.  Siding
with men like that, maybe she was bi.

   The boat abruptly turned and she had the sensation of falling before
cold and wet enveloped her.  The rapid temperature change from the air she
had been in to this made her shiver.  She called out for help but the
running lights of the boat were rapidly fading and every time she screamed
her mouth filled with salt water.  Alex gave up finding help from on the
boat.  She was alone.  In the dark.  Surrounded by ocean on all sides.  The
only solace she had was not being dead yet but surely the embrace of death
would claim her soon.

   Wait!  As she had fallen she had briefly seen a light.  Perhaps there
was hope after all.  At least it would be something to do while she waited
for death.  It would warm her more than sitting here would.  She made for
shore with powerful, sure strokes since swimming was something she excelled
at.

   Alex swam for the next ten minutes, until the sound of waves crashing on
the beach told her she was close and filled her ears.  She put her feet
down and found sand since beaches around here were known for being gradual
and shallow.  At least it gave her something to think about that didn't
involve monsters of the deep.

   Alex had been barefoot when she fell but now saw that taking off her
underwear would do loads for her comfort.  She left her skirt on as lights
meant there was at least one person on the island and she didn't wish to
appear naked from the waist down.

   She saw a cabin through the trees.  The light had surely come from
there. Perhaps she could shelter there for the night while the ship
realized she was missing.  Maybe she would find food and warmth inside.

   She went up to the door and knocked.  The door swung open as if opened
by unseen hands.  She walked down the hall following the light and heat. 
At the end was a great hall with a solitary chair faced away from her.  The
room was stiflingly hot and, despite the fact that it would cool her, she
took no more clothing off.  She had removed one barrier already and it made
her feel naked.

   "Welcome!  It is uncommon for us to have guests with a name like Rape
Island.  It makes enjoying the company of those we get all the sweeter. 
Now a good host would offer food and drink, perhaps even entertainment and
a bed.  I am not a good host, you'll find.  At least you won't have to run
all over being hunted.  That is a game which, though fun for me, isn't
pleasant for guests.  Let's skip that shall we?" The voice in the chair had
grown steadily colder until she was shivering despite the heat.

   "Please, I only need lodging for one night, that's all." Her voice
seemed thin and high, almost child-like.  She doubted very much that her
host was looking out for her interests.  Good guys didn't have that voice.

   "Nonsense, you will stay as long as necessary.  I would say until you
overstayed your welcome but that will never happen.  She was tempted,
briefly, to run back to the sea but with that cold and the darkness it
would be certain death.  She wished to live and to return to her darling
Katrina, make nice with her, apologize for being so wrong and stupid. 
She'd stay, there was no other choice.

   "Oh don't all just stand there gawking.  Be useful and take the lady's
coat." She wasn't wearing a coat, it was far too hot for unnecessary
layers. From the shadows stepped several large black men anyway.  Before
she could think about resisting, the men had pinned her and stripped her of
her clothes and her dignity.  Then the chair swiveled and she braced
herself for the worst.  A voice like that could only come from something
hideous.

   Her host wore a mask like you might see at one of those Victorian
masquerade balls.  It didn't do anything for her sense of dread though. 
She didn't hate men as she had often told Katrina.  She didn't feel
repulsed by the idea of fucking one even if it would make them a complete
family.  No, the revulsion she felt toward them was about what they could
do, being fucked and especially raped by them.

   Alex knew that lesbian relationships weren't about who was the 'boy' or
'girl' in the relationship.  She was more than happy to be the 'top' most
of the time but wasn't attached to it.  Tonight she was to be the 'bottom',
the fucked, and it made her feel low like the gum on her shoe.

   The men took her arms and slammed her to the floor, not exactly
lover-like treatment but she was starting to suspect that Rape Island was
appropriately named.  The man in the mask eyed her up, her short blonde
hair, her smallish breasts (when compared to Katrina's bountiful bosom),
the lack of hair between her legs.  His stare left her feeling violated
even though no penetration had yet occurred.  She hoped only that the
mental anguish would be worse than the physical.  If they were going to
rape her, she'd rather they just started so they would be done sooner.

   "I hope for your sake that you are not a virgin.  It's hardly the way
that one should have their cherry popped.  Won't complain if you are of
course but screams are just so damn annoying.  "Why must women scream? 
Nobody is going to help you here, no friendly eyes are watching.  Just be
quiet and accept your fate, that you are prey, inferior, weak." The
contempt for his prey that he showed was, if anything, almost worse than
his icy tone.  She would rather love to punch him but her arms were
restrained and it would be impossible.  If thoughts of how she would kill
him, beat him and torture him would get her through the hours of torment
ahead of her, she would think only those thoughts while they used her.

   "I bet she's a dyke too with that haircut.  Probably likes tacos and not
sausages.  Boys, guys fantasize their whole lives about sticking it in a
dyke, raping her if she makes them.  This one should be fun for us all." If
she could've spit at him without it coming back and hitting her in the eye
in that moment she certainly would've.

   In a flash he was nude save for his mask.  She couldn't help but stare.
He was enormous, scary long and thick, not shabby for a white guy.  If the
black guys holding her down were bigger as they tended to be, she would
surely break in half.  She knew though that her arousal wasn't at the
forefront of his mind, not when he sank as much of himself into her tender
flesh as he could.

   Alex couldn't stop her scream of pain.  She knew it might annoy him,
turn him on even.  Tears welled in her eyes of their own volition.  It
wasn't all about the pain.  Childbirth would be worse where that was
concerned.  More worrisome was the fact that she was ovulating right now,
peak fertility time.  She highly doubted that she'd be given emergency
birth control.  Men like these didn't care about if girls took home a
lasting reminder of their stay, possibly even preferred it.

   Alex let out a whimper that was part relief and part sorrow as the man
flooded her vagina with his semen.  At least it would provide some
lubricant for her poor pussy.  Now she supposed another man would take his
turn while the masked man recovered to violate her again.

   The whole remainder of the night they switched off in her.  By the time
the sun rise, she had so much cum inside her and running down the crack of
her ass that she knew her only hope of not getting knocked up was
infertility on someone's part.

   Every couple days, she was raped again.  Had to let their sperm count
recover she guessed.  They didn't waste a single opportunity to ravage her
though, had to be sure she got good and pregnant.  At least they weren't
feeding her only with their dicks.  Despite their cruelty in other regards,
she was not beaten, starved or deprived of water.  That was a relief, sort
of.

   After that hellish week, when she thought it could not get any worse
than forced vaginal copulation, it obviously did.  Life is a bitch and she
will gladly take that challenge up.  At least she had been right about one
thing: the black guys, while only a small consolation, were smaller than
the boss.  No less rapists though.
Alex screamed as the boss sank his dick into her dry asshole.  She felt
stretched and broken.  She would never be the same again surely.  Her
girlfriends had been right, anal wasn't something one does with men who
don't give a shit about your pleasure or comfort.  Maybe it was bearable

with the right partner as they had found in later pregnancy.

   Just like with her pussy, they made sure to sodomize her every other day
to maximize their loads.  Despite her bruised, torn and sore butt's
reminder, she wasn't denied other comforts.  Perhaps they wanted to make
sure whatever was in her belly that they had fucked into her, was cared
for. She would feel glad about that if they hadn't raped her repeatedly,
gave her a child by their and not her choice.  She supposed that settled
the argument.  At least her lack of choice in the matter gave her an out
since it wasn't something that she wanted to happen.  It had been forced
into her.  At least she couldn't get pregnant this way as much as she hated
anal.

   She cringed as she felt the man's weight on her.  She no longer resisted
being taken and used.  There was no point for she had lost.  She was
broken, discarded like trash until she was wanted again.  She unless by
some miracle one or all of the parties couldn't make a baby, she had in all
certainty been impregnated.  She wanted none of their babies inside her
belly ever.

   The next week she thought she had a reprieve as no men had their way
with her.  She knew that would only be temporary and sure enough she felt
weight on her and breath in her ear.  Whoever it was had difficulty finding
her hole as if pussy was new to them.  They were also much hairier than the
previous assailants.  She turned and came face-to-face with a German
shepherd dog.  She guessed that really made her a bitch.

   She made the acquaintance of the Rottweiler the next day.  He seemed to
prefer anal but she wasn't about to argue.  He scared the shit out of her.
She was surprised the first time the dog knotted in her and tried to pull
away to no avail.  After a while, she thought she could probably stand men
if they tied themselves to her this way.  It was oddly pleasant and
certainly a nice break.  Dogs were animals so she couldn't complain if they
acted like them; they had no choice.  The men did so their acting like
animals was inexcusable.

   The final week brought the men back.  This time, rather than take turns,
they all used her simultaneously, one in each hole.  At least they don't
didn't switch for she had no desire to add a bladder or urinary tract
infection to the one in her belly.  They went at her until she was sore
everywhere but she no longer wasted water crying anymore.

   After 4 long weeks as their prisoner, they made her take a pregnancy
test which was positive.  She had known it was possible and even likely but
she had held hopes.  If it had been negative though, maybe they wouldn't be
releasing her and giving her a ride to the mainland.

   The whole boat ride back, the boss fucked her and whispered horrible
things into her ear.  He told her that his servants were fixed which meant
the baby was his.  Here she did weep which he enjoyed most heartily. 
"You're a good little slut whore bitch" he said as they parted ways and she
wasn't sad to hopefully never see him again.

   "Katrina, I'm home!" she said to the house.  "You'll never believe it
but the baby situation has been settled." She could share the details
later. It was good to be home.