Date: Sat, 15 Jul 2006 20:47:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: lauren westley <fundipity@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Island (Final Part) TG

The Island
Final Part
By
Lauren Westley


	(Authoress Comment: All disclaimers to all my writings hold true
here.  If you think it was you or any character reminds you of someone then
I hope it's with fond memories but it isn't about them but maybe me.

To all of those who wished I would finish the Island here it is. I stopped
writing this because I had some nasty comments about the scat. So, don't
read it if XXX bothers you because this finale goes, 'all the way.')

fundipity@yahoo.com


	Over a month had passed and during this time the men had done all
sorts of things to me. I'll bring you up-to-date.
	Right from the first day on the beach I was made to put suntan oil
on. I had never done that before because I had always been told the
ultraviolet rays are bad for you so I hardly ever went to the beach. Going
on the boat was the exception to the rule. So I was as white as a
ghost. But, after a week I was all girly tanned. They said to wear this one
bikini which would give me the right look. It had a bra which tied around
the neck and the bikini part was not a thong nor was it panty
shaped. Actually it came up on my ass leaving a very distinct white against
tan they said made my butt look even more feminine. And of course the ring
made an O on my sides. It was similar to the one I mentioned before but
this one kept my clitette (as Sir Bill called it and everyone else liked
the name except me.) in. I cried the day they made me show all five of them
my tan lines. The front was a typical V shape crotch. So when I took the
bathing suit off, my little breasts were distinct and there were white
lines from the string around my neck and the little metal O piece that held
the front of the bra together. (Interestingly my breasts haven't gotten any
bigger although my waist is smaller.)
	Well, I'm hardly allowed to eat anything. While they are having a
steak from the cooler when we first arrived I had to eat fish and some
fruit we found on the island. Later they would share the fish with me but
my portions were small and all my food was controlled. At first I was
always hungry but after a week or two my stomach shrank and I got full real
easy.
	As I said after I had tanned, about 10 days after we arrived, my
penis had diminished to about 2 inches. But, so had my sac, it had shrunk
as well and was very tight unlike some of the porno films I had seen what
they called 'transgendered.' In those films most of them had pretty big
penis and the sac sagged (guess from the hormones). I felt even more
inadequate when I remembered having seen those films at the peep shows
(before this whole thing happened.)
	And then John (I only have to call them Sir when I talking to
them. They'll never read my diary. Would they?) told the other men one
night, right in front of me, "Forget the girl shit, she's a great piece of
ass with the best cunt mouth I've ever known. I almost don't give a damn if
we are rescued. I've never gotten so many blowjobs if you add all of them I
had before we wrecked here. And, I don't have to chit chat with
her. Fantastic!" And with that he pushed me to my knees and fucked my mouth
until he shot his load. This time he came back in my throat. It was
garglely on my tonsils and I had to cough it up so I could show him his cum
load and smile when he gave me permission to put it in my tummy.
	One day at the beach, during my tanning phase, they buried me under
a coconut tree in the sand with my arms down.  The sand came up between my
navel and my breasts. The last half they used wet sand so I couldn't move
and they removed my bra. So there I was with my nipples just above the
sand. Then during the whole afternoon they'd either jerk off on me or pee
on me. I can't tell you how sickening I felt especially their pee
aroma. Both the helplessness and the degradation made me cry later on when
I was in my room.
	Every time I made the smallest mistake or wasn't perfectly feminine
I was spanked or paddled. I had gotten pretty good at walking in heels and
swaying my ass but Bob spanked me over his knee for what seemed like fifty
whacks for not holding my wrist in a most feminine manner.
	He said, "Look we're not looking for any fag type of behavior. You
are a woman and you'll act like one or else."
	When he spanked me I flailed my legs and as then he put his arm
across my legs to hold them down as he laughed and complimented my feminine
response.
	Everyday, I had to clean up the cabin, wash their clothes (what
little they wore: usually only a tee shirt). Then I'd make their beds, cook
their meals, wash the dishes and be the slut whore. I wanted to be me
again, a guy, but there wasn't anyway out. The "Rules" were exact and there
left no room for not following them. And the book on "How to be a Perfect
Woman" was my bedside reading material. Bob had found both a copy of
'Playgirl' and an old 'Cosmopolitan' and gave them to me for 'blond brain
food.' He would get real upset if I didn't bring the 'Playgirl' to the
beach with me and look at the pictures of naked men.
	Although I was never happy with this girl thing, I had learned from
spankings, humiliation and subjugation how to suck cum out of a man with a
smile on my face. I would walk around with my hole filled with either their
cum or their pee and sometimes both. And always, I would squeeze it in so
it wouldn't leak and then I would be punished.
	Girly exercise was required in the book, "How to be a Perfect
Woman." There were stretching exercises, and tips on how to eat with you
pinky out. (I got a good spanking once for putting too much on my fork and
not being dainty.)
	And then about two weeks ago I was lying on my chartreuse beach
towel in a matching bikini which had the same cut and brass circles as the
other bikini I wore to be my tan lines. All the bikinis were the same so my
tan lines were perfect. Oh, yes, I had learned to be sure the bathing suit
was on the same each time.
	Once while I was tanning with my eyes shut, just enjoying the sun,
Tom started peeing on my crotch. I had to open my eyes, smile and say
"Thank you Sir Tom," while inside I was mortified and outside my pussy was
wet with his warm pee.
	Oh, I forgot to tell you. After a week or so when my 'penis' had
shrunk to something so small it could only be called a 'clitette', all my
panties and bikinis where taken and exchanged. Instead of a hole with it
sticking out I was given panties that had some sort of pliant crotch
material and told to always put my 'clitette,' down and mold the crotch so
the men wouldn't see my 'clitette'. This was even more humiliating since
now I really appeared a girl to them.
	Bob was the most demanding about this. He said, "Now you are a cunt
and from now on there won't be an a-pussy etc. This shows you've graduated
for Home Economics 101 to Cock Sucker 505."
	If I didn't get it just right he would paddle my ass till I
whimpered, "Sir, I can do it, please let me fix my pussy."
	These panties held my 'clitette' down and I had an accident one
week when Sir was watching me. Sometimes I had accidents when they were
using me and I was afraid to ask to go out.
	Bob said, "hey your little pee hole cunt now is in the right
place."  He so liked this idea he started making me wear the panties nearly
all the time and when I was allowed to squat to take a pee outside it would
tinkle through my panties just like some of there pee movies with girls in
them. The men would come out and watch me pee and laugh as I squatted
peeing through my panties.
	Sir had showed me a spot next to a tree just outside the cabin. He
said this would be my toilet when I was allowed to go. The place was
completely visible from the open door. It got to the point where
	Tom instructed me to leave the door open whenever I went out to "do
my business."
	Besides being completely humiliated when I was peeing or pooping
because the men had the doors open and loved watching me I also felt like a
woman when I squatting. Sometimes when they shouted things at me like, "way
to go girl," Often when the said these things I would become so embarrassed
I couldn't go. And of course I wouldn't be given permission later and this
would lead to me having an 'accident.'
	Another problem with my 'toilet' place was the men often peed on
the tree and I would have to squat with my feet in their pee. More than
once I lost my balance and found my ass soaking wet with 'man pee.'
	I had to clean the spot everyday of my poopy. Many times there was
more than just my poopy on the ground. That was the most disgusting thing
when I would have to carry it in my hands down to the ocean.
	There were some other disgusting things the men made me do with
their poop. I don't feel like elaborating but everything I wrote down in
the first part of The Island happened. The worst was having Sir Tom would
push one of his logs in my ass and made me keep it there for over an hour.
	But as I said earlier, the men were getting stranger as the weeks
went on. I'll give you an example that happened just two nights ago. It was
after dinner and after I had cleaned the dishes and put them away.
	The men were sitting around drinking when Sir called me over for
the 'evening activities' as he called them. By this time their favorite
outfit was for me to be in heels, panties, bra, and stockings. Of course
the gold chain saying, "TOILET' hung around my neck.
	Oh, I forgot to tell you, one night, soon after we arrived, I was
held down and both my ears were pierced and moderate gold studs (they each
had two balls on them) were insert in my ear lobes. A matching orb is now
on my tongue. Yes, they pierced my tongue. Where they got the jewelry I
don't' know but then again they would have many things like the magazines,
panties, buttery nipple drinks. Where they came from I was never told.
	So this one tonight after I had sucked Bill's 'cum vitamin' as
usual (he called it a "liquid calcium supplement every girl needs to keep
her bones strong.") he said for me to "get down on the floor on all fours
because I was a bitch and the only bitch he knew were dogs."
	There I was in heels, pink bra, matching panties and
stockings. They made me bark like a dog but instead of arf I was barking
something that sounded like 'cock.' I know it sounds real stupid but those
men just loved it. They laughed and then would spank my ass as I crawled by
them.
	Last night they went even further. Sir Andrew (oops now I'm calling
them by the names I use every day) fucked my ass and filled it with
cum. When he was through he let his cock soften a bit and as he said, "I'm
going to take a leak honey. Don't you feel special?"
	And boy did he ever. My tummy started to distend or at least it
felt that way. And although they had done this before and made me walk
around with it in me holding it for hours, tonight when he pulled out he
pushed a butt plug in me that had fur from a boa in my closet.
	"Now the bitch has a tail," Sir Andrew chimed, "Start barking
bitch." With that he slapped my ass hard several times and everyone laughed
as I barked 'cock' and crawled around on all fours.
	It was amazing how quickly they descended down a path of sadistic
behaviour. It was like "Lord of the Flies," but the boys had grown up on
this island and they had turned one of the boys, me, into their whore girl.
	If anyone away from here ever reads this I am sure they'll wonder
why I didn't run away. But there was no where to run. Once you have tan
lines and small breasts so much of your will is broken there is no where to
run.
	And now, only this morning I heard everyone making a ruckus and
went out to see what was happening. They were running down to the
beach. Out in the distance there was a ship passing by. I was so excited. I
would be going home and getting to be myself again.
	The men lit their signal fire and waved. I jumped up and down in my
little pink cotton skirt and pink blouse with matching ribbon holding my
hair in a pony tail. I had just begun to go through that period thing again
with the tampons in my ass (I mean pussy) and soon I would be using the
feminine pad the book had mentioned and now while my nails and lips were
pink, soon I'd have to t change them to red and my lipstick too. I also
wore a pair of pink socks with a little white band and pink Keds. I tried
to think if any of the girls I had known had ever worn anything like this
but I couldn't recall any girl I knew looking as girly as I did right now
as I jumped up and down. I think I looked like a human cotton candy.
	For over an hour we watched the ship move across our horizon
seeming to come closer to shore but in the end it disappeared and our fire
went out.
	I walked back into the cabin realizing this was a paradise for
everyone but me. Crying, I went to my room and lay on the bed face
down. All I could think was I didn't want to be a girl. Why couldn't I just
stand up for myself? Why wouldn't I just let them beat me or kill me
instead of this? And as I cried I wondered why a man would cry? Why didn't
I just get mad? I was crying like a girl.
	John came by my room and heard me crying he said, "Oh, its ok to be
a pussy Lauren. Why don't you just take some time for yourself and read
some more of the Rules." He started to close the door and his last words
were, "come outside later work on your tan. I think it's starting to fade.
	I lay there on the bed thinking about John instructing me to go lie
in the sun and I decided to tell Sir Bob I wasn't going to be this girl
anymore. So, I got up, went to the door and opened it. Walking stridently I
barely got 10 feet when Bob was right there in front of my face. Actually
he's a lot taller then me so it was his chest in my face.
	"Where are you going young lady," Bob asked quite sternly?
	"I'm not going to be a girl anymore," I managed to say so meekly,
my voice now higher; that I nearly squeaked. I knew it sounded like a girl
complaining.
	SMACK! Bobs hand went right across my face. I spun partly around
hit the wall and fell down. "Now WHAT did you say pussy," Bob calmly asked?
	Lying there on the floor looking up at Bob I didn't say or do
anything. The next moment Bob had leaned down, grabbed my wrist pulling me
up precariously, my feet wobbling and his strength the only thing keeping
me from falling he continued, "Now, you're wearing a skirt, a pink pussy
blouse around you have tits.. You almost always have cum on you and most
days you smell like a piss pot. And, you think you are not a girl? Well,
you'd better be a girl right now because if you're a fag I'll beat the shit
out of you. What are you a girl or a faggot?" And with that his other hand
grabbed my hair and his face leaned in to hear my answer.
	Like a rag doll I didn't get my balance. I was shaking inside, a
primordial fear of the alpha male. "I'm, I'm a"
	"Yes, go on," Bob said as his grip tightened on my hair.
	"I'm a girl," I heard myself say in the tone of defeat and
subjugation.
	"Good, so act like a girl and fix yourself. Put on some fresh
lipstick and brush some make-up over your red cheek."
	And with that Bob pushed me into my room letting me fall back
against the bed and left.
	There was no time to cry. I went to my vanity table. Saw his red
mark on my face. His finger marks were still showing. I took out some base
and rubbed it in and soon the only way you would know I was slapped was if
you asked me. Looking at myself I saw my two little A cup titties poking so
gently against the pink blouse. I looked like a girl. And the way I cried
nowadays I'm not even sure I could act like a man anymore. No matter how
much I wanted to be I had been trained like a Pavlovian dog.
	Just then I heard commotion again outside and hoping it was the
ship that had the men buzzing I rushed out to be rescued. But instead I saw
Andrew and John with a large white Labrador. They were saying, "Good boy
sit."
	Bill was walking up towards the cabin and I called out, "Where did
the dog come from," Sir Bill?
	Mockingly Bill replied, "Same place you came from bitch a
ship. That damn ship we saw just an hour ago. Guess the fucking dog somehow
jumped ship and now he is here."
	Bill was just plain mean. When he fucked me he'd do nasty
things. Sometimes he'd spit in my mouth or make me clean his cock after it
came out of me. The other men would do stuff too but Bill and Tom were the
meanest. And they liked to double up on me.
	You may remember Bill was the one who first made me carry his poop
to the ocean.
	Once when Tom was pumping my pussy and Bill has his cock in my
mouth the following happened. I had my ass in the air and my head on the
floor with Bill almost sitting on my face as he fucked my mouth hard.
	Just before Bill was about to cum, he pulled out of my mouth and
squirted his cum up both my nostrils.
	"I don't want to see any cum shoot out," he said as he reinserted
his cock in my mouth.
	Tom started cuming in my pussy. Bill started peeing in my mouth and
I had to snort his cum up through my nose into my throat and swallow it
with his pee. What else could I do?
	"Good girl," Sir Bill said as he patted my head.
	That night after the ship had passed Bill and Tom would sink to a
new low. As you know I had to curtsey when thanking any of the men. It was
a curtsy where I held the hem of my skirt up from the front showing my
panties or pussy as I curtsied while saying thank you.
	So, after dinner, before I had taken my skirt off I was curtsying
and thanking the men for letting me cook them dinner, clean up etc when the
White Labrador walked over to me and put his nose in my crotch and started
pushing it around.
	I started to push him away when Bill said, "Stop that Lauren. Hold
your skirt up and let the male dog smell a bitch. He's had a rough day and
a little pussy will help make him happy."
	Although I murmured an objection a stern look made me stop and let
the Lab sniff my crotch as I stood there holding up my skirt.
	"Lauren, just taken the fucking skirt and blouse off Now," Sir
ordered. "And get down on all fours."
	So there I was on all fours in my bra, panties, stockings and
necklace with the Lab sniffing my ass when Tom said, "I think Rover has to
go out to do his business. Now bitch, I want you to follow him out. If he
takes a leak you are to go and smell it and squat and pee there.
	Tears fell from my cheek as I crawled outside behind the Lab. He
peed on a different tree and I had to go over to it, smell his pee and then
squat and pee myself. Some of the Lab's pee was on the ground and when I
squatted it wet my knee.
	Once we got back into the cabin Tom instructed me to sniff the dogs
butt and keep my mouth open as I crawled around. I was supposed to show
interest in the Lab since he was a male and I was a bitch.
	Tom slapped my ass hard a couple of times to remind me of my
place. Before long the Lab was licking my face and his tongue went into my
mouth. He seemed to like the lipstick. Then before the Lab went behind me
Bill pulled my panties down and put something on my ass crack.
	The Lab started licking my ass crack and Bill said, "Looks like the
Lab likes to lick pussy."
	With that Bill pulled me to his cock and started to fuck my mouth
as the Lab lapped his wet tongue all over my 'pussy' Then the Lab tried to
mount me but couldn't so he rubbed his cock in my crack and after awhile
the Lab came all over my crack. It was more liquidity that the men. And,
his cock was larger with at thick part the men called, 'his knob.'
	Later, after all those who wanted to cum had, I was told to pull up
and panties and crawl to my bed. So, I crawled to my room with the Lab's
cum in my crack and everyone else's in my face and hair.
	I cried myself to sleep as I lay all used since I couldn't clean up
till the next morning in the ocean.
	So, now I've just cleaned up and am back in my room getting ready
for another day with the men and 'ugh' the Lab. My makeup is done and I'm
in my bra and panties pulling up my white stay-up stockings. Before long
I'm dressed and ready for the day.

Postscript:
	 From outside I heard the sound of helicopters. Of course I thought
it was a joke so I ran outside to tell the men to stop it.
	I had just put on a short white skirt with some white stay-up
stockings with red bows on the top of them. The bows were very visible
since my stockings were short. I had white sandals on with my red toe nails
showing through the opening in the tips of the stockings. Actually, I
thought the cut out in the stocking was quite a good fashion design. My
blouse was sheer pink with my little breasts just barely pushing my nipples
against the fabric. My lips were bright red and of course I was wearing a
feminine pad against my 'clitette' and a tampon string hung out of my
pussy. It was that time of the month. I had dried my hair outside in a
breeze earlier and it was very curly and very long now. It hung well over
my shoulders and I had a pink bow tucked into my blond curls. My earrings
very visible because the hair fluffed out a bit away from my ears as I ran
in a girly fashion, my ass wiggling since it was filled with Sir's cum and
pee. There was no plug in me.
	So I ran outside and before I knew it some military men grabbed me
and put me into a helicopter saying, "Young lady, you are safe now. We are
here to rescue you."
	Once in the helicopter I saw the men. The doors were closed and the
helicopter took off with just us in the compartment and two air force
pilots flying the helicopter. It all happened so fast I didn't even have
time to think. But, as the helicopter took to the air Sir moved close to me
with a warning.
	"Lauren, we are being flown to a US Navy destroyer. It would be
best for you not to say anything about being Loren or what happened. Just
play the girl until we get back to Florida and no one will know. You can go
your way and this was just some fun. Probably a good plastic surgeon could
remove your small breasts and we'll all pay for whatever you need. But
remember, it would be much more embarrassing for you to be outed."
	I realized Sir was right. What could I say that anyone would
believe? No I'd be ridiculed. Better to be rescued as a woman and sort it
out at Sir (why don't I just say Bob). Sir's pee and cum jiggled in me as
the helicopter bounced around and finally descended to the flight deck of
the US destroyer. Sir put his hand under my elbow and started to help me
out. Outside a soldier grabbed me by my waist and hoisted me away from Sir.
	"Welcome aboard the USS (I couldn't hear as the chopper blades
turned) Ma'am," the sailor said.
	I smiled and thanked him and asked if there was a lady's room
somewhere. The men got off the helicopter.
	"Yes, Ma'am," he said, "I'll escort you."
	And with that we walked together. Actually he gave me a little
forward room. If I slowed he slowed and as I walked my ass jiggled more
than I had been taught to jiggle for over the past month due to the large
amount of Sir's pee that filled it. I felt his eyes looking at my butt. I
even blushed since I knew what he was thinking although he was acting the
perfect gentleman. Quite a difference from the way the men had treated me.
	"Right here Ma'am," he said as I saw the door marked LADIES.
	I hesitated a moment and he asked, "Anything wrong Ma'am?"
	"No Lieutenant," I answered as I pushed the door open.
	"It's Ensign Ma'am," he said with a deferential smile, "but I'll
just wait for you here."
	With that I walked into the LADIES room. I hadn't been in any
bathroom for quite awhile and never in the LADIES room. It was clean with a
large mirror over the sink and there were two stalls. Looking in the mirror
I could see I looked very much feminine. Actually I was amazed looking at
myself in the mirror. I had become accomplished at my make-up and my
breasts were so obvious I knew Bob was right. I wouldn't be able to explain
any of this away.
	Oh, I had to go so bad. I snapped right out of the thought went
into the stall, pulled a sanitary bath cover out and put it on the
seat. Then I lifted up my skirt, pulled down my panties, pulled the tampon
out and sat on the toilet. Just before I started to let it all out I heard
the door open. I froze.
	"Hey Lauren, its ok," a female voice said and then entered the
stall next to me.
	I couldn't hold back and all of Bob's pee and cum started shooting
out of me. It hit the water noisily.
	"You sure had to go girl," the voice continued. "You sound like you
haven't peed in a week." And with that she giggled a little. Then she
continued, "I'm Lieutenant Jones, actually Doctor Jones and I'll be doing a
medical exam to see if you are ok. Right now I just know your name is
Lauren and you've been on that Island with those five men for nearly six
weeks. So, when you're done we'll go to the medical bay and check you out."
	I didn't know what to do. I was in shock. I was wiping myself,
pulling up my panties, flushing the toilet and wondering what to say when I
heard myself meekly answer, "Ok."
	Then I left the stall and wet patted my face so I wouldn't mess up
my make-up. She came out of the stall just at that moment bringing her hand
up to shake mine.
	She said, "You can call my Josie."
	I shook her hand and whispered, "I have to talk to you privately."
	"Alright, we'll go right to my office first," she answered.
	And with that we walked out of the bathroom. She dismissed the
Ensign and I sort of followed her to her office. We passed many men and I
felt all of their eyes but at the same time I felt safe with her by my side
and them saluting her. I also felt afraid of what would happen when I told
her the truth but realized no matter what Sir had said I would have no
choice here.
	Once at her small office I sat in the chair next to her desk and
blurted out I was really a guy who became a girl on the island. I didn't
dare tell her I was forced or anything like that. Instead, I told her it
was my own doing. Now I know you wonder why I did that. But it was what Bob
had said in the helicopter that stuck in my mind. If I could get out of her
without anyone knowing I could go back to my life without anyone knowing.
	Of course she asked about my breasts and I lied saying I had been
taking hormones for quite some time but no one knew in my family and all I
wanted to do is get home without anyone knowing I was a man. I continued
with my made up story about going to live with Bob and that I loved him.
	"Well, Lauren, I can really understand how you feel and I think I
have an idea," Lt. Josie said in a calm voice. "But first, I'll have to
examine you. I am a doctor so don't worry about that. After we'll settle
you in with me and I'll tell the Captain it's best for you after the last
six weeks on the island with just men that you just be with a female for
the trip to Florida. You can have your dinner in my room or come to the
galley with me depending on how you feel. We should be in Florida by early
morning. Is that ok, honey?"
	Of course I complied and spent the next 12 hours in an adjacent
room to hers in case a woman was sick on board and need to be segregated
from the men. Across the hall was a shower and she lent me some make
up. And by late morning I was smiling goodbye to her as I walked down the
gangplank with Sir taking my arm.
	We passed a few photographers and news reporters. I didn't say a
word. Sir handled everything and a few hours later I was with him at his
home. Actually it was more like an estate. It was fenced in and had a
swimming pool etc. I sat down on his sofa and fell asleep.
	I must have slept about six hours. Bob woke me up and the TV was
on.
	Bob said, "you won't believe this."
	 There on the screen was a TV anchorman holding my diary saying how
I was really Loren Westley not Lauren. The anchorman continued to stay tune
regarding this bombshell news at 7pm.
	Well, to get to the point, somehow Bob's lawyer talked to the news
station and made a deal I would give an interview if my diary was returned
and no mention of its contents were made to anyone. Of course I had to
approve which I did and so at 7pm I gave a live interview of how I was a
willing woman to the men for the six weeks and how well they treated
me. There was allusion to sex but it was left to the listener to decide
whether I did or not. But no matter what it was consenting.
	Now, why did I do that? For the same reason I told the ship's
doctor I didn't want anyone to find out. I would have been more then
mortified if my diary had been made public.
	But now, instead it's private. I'm living with Sir and washing his
clothes, cooking the meals while he tries to figure out what is best for
me.  And, dear diary, that's what happened to my life.