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HARD BDSM that only Powerone could bring to you. The gymnastics coach and her five lovely team members accept a month-long trip to the tiny island of St. Helena to work with the small country’s team. They soon offend the Governor of the Island, finding themselves “killed” in a bus accident, in reality sent to the prison beneath the stadium where General Chernobog’s cruelty is only exceeded by the size of his foot-long, thick, black cock.

The girls are used for the amusement of the Governor, his friends and the General. No girl is spared from any perversion, torture or humiliation. Their young, tight, nubile bodies tortured in unimaginable ways until they willingly submit to the most perverse acts, the white Governor enjoying their screams of pain, the black General enjoying forcing them to take his immense organ in their tight, little holes. All of their holes. From the female sadist that takes the girls from pain to pleasure with electricity, to the men marring their virgin bodies with whips, knives, giant balloons, and monstrous dildoes, the pain making the girls into submissive sluts willing to do anything to spare them from any more pain. Yet nothing will stop the men from inflicting the most heinous acts on the girls, not even their submission.

With an added bonus in the book of three original pictures drawn by the famous artist Tulia, see the agony of the girls as Powerone envisioned it, as only Tulia could capture in all its brutality. This novel is destined to become a cult classic of Hard BDSM.

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Simone Luskina was head of the State University gymnastic squad. During her four-year tenure, she had taken the school from relative obscurity to a force to be reckoned with. Her credentials were impeccable, having won a silver medal in the 1996 Summer Olympics held in Atlanta, Georgia. Her career lasted a few more years before her age caught up with her, taking on various teaching roles until she landed the job here. She flourished in the large state-run school, able to recruit up-and-coming stars in spite of the program being almost non-existent when she arrived. Last year was her squad’s best year in competition and she hoped for even better results next year.
The letter had come out of the blue, arriving one day on Simone’s desk, the strange stamp in the corner catching her eye, St. Helena. She had never even heard of it, never mind knowing someone from there. Her name and address were neatly typed on the front, but the return address was pressed in gold leaf, The Governor of St. Helena. Her fingers opened it carefully as if it contained a fragile document. She opened the neatly folded paper; the letterhead was also in gold leaf.
She read it carefully before putting it down, getting onto her computer and typing in St. Helena. Wikipedia found it without trouble, but it took Simone another half an hour to locate it on a map. It was 2,000 miles from the nearest land mass, located in the South Atlantic Ocean. It was a small island, only 162 square miles, isolated from the world by vast miles of ocean. It didn’t even have an airport, delays postponing it until at least 2011.
The letter puzzled her. Why would a small county from nowhere want to invite me and five members of my team for a one-month visit to the island? It mentioned training and competition with their team, the need for International cooperation, but the only compelling reason that Simone saw was that it was an all-expense paid trip for 30 days for her girls and her. The weather was nice during the summer, high 70’s, low 80’s. It would be much nicer than the hot, humid summer here. And they said they had first-class facilities and hotel for Simone and her team.
She investigated it for days, calling her colleagues, even the State Department. It was a legitimate country, and as far as she could figure out, it was a legitimate offer. She dialed the number given in the letter and was immediately transferred to the Governor within seconds by the secretary. The Governor was a charmer, knowing so much about Simone that it was almost scary. The conversation lasted almost an hour, Simone convinced as to the sincerity of his offer by time she got off the phone.
* * *
It took a lot of preparation, but they were finally there, the long, grueling plane ride, landing on the smooth ocean with the sea plane, a short taxi along the water until a small boat came out to meet them. The six of them boarded the boat along with their luggage, the ocean blowing back into their faces as the boat sped to the small dock surrounded by 100-foot cliffs that rose up from the beach. It was a short distance to the town but along bumpy, dirt roads, never passing another vehicle on the way.
Simone put her clothes in the closet, surprised that the hotel was as nice as promised. It wasn’t a four-star hotel but was surprisingly lavish for the small town it was in. Each girl had their own room. She had to pick five girls, more wanting the opportunity to get away from their parents for a month in a strange and exotic land.
Shannon was the first one Simone picked. She was the senior member of the squad. She was tall for a gymnast, but she made it up in experience. A long, slender, lean body she could twist and turn in unimaginable ways. Her blonde hair was cut close to her head, small breasts and hips, but the longest legs you have every seen. She was pretty, not beautiful. Simone had never seen her with a boy, but that didn’t mean too much with the sport monopolizing the girl’s time. None of the other girls had ever complained that Shannon had come on to them.
Kerry was the last member to be picked, the “baby” of the group. She had just joined last year, but her petite body and young age made her an exceptional athlete. The young are known to take more risks, do more difficult routines. Compared to Shannon, Kerry looked like a midget. Simone had to almost be a mother to her, this being the first time she was away from home. She was barely five feet but powerful thighs and legs that propelled her with a power that few could match. Unlike most gymnasts, Kerry had larger breasts than most of the girls.
Brianna had been with Simone for two years, a shy girl from the Kansas farmlands, she was just starting to bust out of her shell, the notoriety of the squad putting her in the unfamiliar limelight. She rarely looked anyone in the eye. Her short brown hair framed a pretty face and if you could get her to smile, you would notice her large lips. Simone was sure that someday boys would notice her and they would be drawn to those succulent lips, dreaming of her on her knees with her lips wrapped around their cocks.
Madeline was the beauty. But with such beauty came the attitude. Simone was reminded that they were so much alike, both of them outspoken, sometimes too outspoken. And she was a gifted athlete, working just as hard as the others. She had an hourglass figure, slim waist and full hips, but all eyes were drawn to her ass, the leotards she wore clung to her ass, molded over her tight, firm buttocks. Hers was tighter than most, always able to see the clean, crisp crack between her lovely ass cheeks as she displayed her athletic talents. She had big green eyes that had a mystery in them when she stared at you. And she loved to tease the boys, flaunting her sexuality without really trying. But as far as Simone knew, few if any boys had ever gotten to her treasures.
Brooklyn was the last member, as her name implied, she was from Brooklyn. She was as streetwise as they came. Her Brooklyn accent never failed to confuse you when she spoke fast, as if she were rushing to get somewhere else. A lovely body, small, pert tits that she strutted around in her leotards, firm thighs and powerful legs. Like Shannon, her body would bend in ways that you wouldn’t think would be possible, yet she moved with the grace of a gazelle.
Simone felt old compared to the girls, the youngest eighteen, the senior member barely twenty-one. At twenty-eight, Simone was almost ancient, though she did keep her figure, training with equal vigor as the girls although she was no longer as limber as they were. Simone had never married, though she was close once, engaged to another athlete, broken off at the last moment when she caught him with another girl. She had immersed herself into her squad, though she casually dated some of the University professors. But it was more social than sexual. Her vibrator had become her best lover, knowing exactly where to touch to give her the orgasm that she sought so often. And it was less trouble than a man, never demanding attention when she wasn’t in the mood.
* * *
It was their first training session, meeting the other girls from the St. Helena team. They were good, but nowhere near the caliber of Simone’s girls. No wonder they wanted help. The facility was better than theirs, the Governor spending lavishly on building the facility. It wasn’t the contemporary facility they had, more like a castle, fitting with the old-world charm of the town. It must house more than the gymnasium, the building was at least twice as big and there was one more floor below the gymnasium.
She saw him sitting in the audience; sure it was the Governor, surrounded by soldiers and Generals in the private booth overlooking the vast floor. They had been there since the girls came out, Brianna complaining within five minutes that they were staring at her. It was almost expected, the girls’ lean bodies covered in thin spandex that showed every crack and crevice in their bodies. And the warm-up exercises had them putting their limber bodies in every conceivable position; some of them could be construed as obscene. Simone hoped that it was just because it was the first day that the men were watching them.
Ravana was the Governor of St. Helena. Though it was technically a British overseas territory, he had not heard or seen from the British government in over a year. With less than 3,000 people, many former black slaves that stayed on the island after their emancipation, it was off the radar for most. And with the main mode of transportation to the island being boat, not many government officials chose to visit the island. The long voyage too imposing to oversee the governing of a tiny island in the middle of nowhere.
Even at forty-five, Ravana was as fit as his youngest officers and every bit as handsome. He watched the young girls as they walked out onto the floor for the first time, his cock instantly rising up to a full erection. Such young, nubile flesh the Americans, neatly packaged in tight spandex that clung to every curve and crevice in the bodies. Even the trainer, Simone, was a delectable creature, her body just as firm but full hips made for fucking. He reached down to the front of his pants, pushing his cock to the side until it sprung free and straightened, jutting out the front of his pants obscenely. He hoped Simone wouldn’t pick this time to introduce herself, afraid he wouldn’t be able to stand up without giving away his excitement. He ogled each girl, seeing qualities in each of them, his imagination running rampant in his head as they began to exercise. Simone put them through their paces, their tight, limber legs spreading out until Ravana imagined he could see the lips of their pussies spreading wide, the front of their leotards stretched tightly over their bald mounds. And those lovely tits, small but firm, some of them unable to hide their perky nipples that pushed out the front of the leotards in spite of the men watching them. As they did push-ups, Ravana’s cock grew larger, seeing the tight asses rising up, imagining that he was under one of them, the young girl lowering her pussy onto his cock, his hand holding it straight and rigid as she rode it for the first time, her moans louder as she impaled herself on his thick cock. And he wanted to rub his cock so bad when he saw the girl Madeline. He could see the crack of her ass through the tight leotards, his cock wanting to sink between her firm buttocks and find the tight hole that was nestled between them. He would love to teach her to serve her Master with all of her available holes.
General Chernobog watched the girls with a different lust. Only two generations removed from slavery, he had risen to power on his cruelty, even to his own people. Governor Ravana had promoted him to General when he took over the office three years ago, being the first black to become General in the history of the country. He ruled with an iron fist, those that opposed him were never seen again. Below the new gymnasium was a different world than above. There, General Chernobog’s Secret Police were housed, along with the political prisoners that opposed the General or the Governor. And where the influential members of the government and their friends were allowed to see the perversities and torture of their enemies in private showings. Most of the prisoners were women, the men killed and thrown into the ocean to disappear forever, becoming shark food within minutes of hitting the water. The women were not so lucky; General Chernobog and his experienced staff would make them suffer long and hard, their usefulness limited to their entertainment value. And they were sexually available to the many that wanted them, in any manner. The prisoners often wished they were as lucky as the men and put out of their misery.
General Chernobog was disappointed that Ravana wouldn’t let him have the Americans. His cock swelled at the thought of their limber bodies in his dungeon, stripped naked, their limbs spread in grotesque positions, every one of their orifices open and available to his instruments of torture. He only hoped they would do something stupid and offend the Governor. Then he could indulge his fantasies with their young bodies. He stood over six feet, five inches tall, his large body unmatched by the size of his cock. While not as fit as he was thirty years ago, the slight paunch of his stomach couldn’t hide the large cock that dangled along his thigh, even when soft. It hung at eight inches when soft, and when a particular girl excited him with her screams, it would grow to over a foot. It was as hard as steel and as thick as a baby’s arm. A girl always remembered his cock, some more than others when he decided to use a hole not destined for such a member. He loved to make a girl dance on his cock, snaking it in her ass as he threaded it in so deep. And then he would make her take the full measure of his cock, more than a foot of cock sawing in and out of her bleeding, once-virgin asshole, her screams making him harder.
Simone watched as they finally left, but it wasn’t until her girls had already gone back to the showers. She hoped it would be only today, but she had her doubts. She went to the locker room, staying in her office until the girls were done, finally taking a shower once the locker room was empty.
The Private stroked his cock, his pants unbuttoned, belt open, his shorts and pants pulled down to his knees as he peered through the small hole that was drilled into the wall. There were ten of them spread along the one wall of the shower room. He was the lucky one that picked the right straw, it was his job to watch the girls while they were in the locker room. And especially in the showers. Not even the General knew of the holes in the wall, the enlisted men doing it on their own accord, wanting some of what the Officers get when girls are brought to the basement interrogation room. He knew better, knowing they didn’t want any information; they just wanted to rape and torture them for the enjoyment of those lucky enough to get to watch. He had never seen a white girl naked before; now he was lucky enough to see five of them at once. Young, ripe bodies, as he slowly stroked his cock as the girls stood in front of their lockers, his eyes glued to one of the holes so he could see them take off their leotards.
He stared at one girl, the most attractive one. Madeline he assumed from the list he was given. He could tell by the way she acted, strutting around like the world owed her. He would love to give her what the world owes her, his thick cock up that lovely, pert ass. He stared as she brushed the hair from her forehead, her hand almost moving in slow motion as it pushed the top of her leotards off her shoulders; he stroked faster as her naked tits came into view, the tight fabric brushing across a thick nipple that hardened from the touch. Her tits bounced into view, the Private straining not to cum, wanting to see more before he came. Her hips shook sensuously from side to side as she tugged the elastic garment over her full hips. He had never seen such a white ass before, but her cheeks were tight and firm, seeing her clench them as she struggled to get the leotards down her legs. He caught a glimpse of her pussy from behind as she bent down, wishing he could see between her tightly clenched cheeks. She picked up the leotard and put it in her locker, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around her body but not before the Private caught a quick glimpse of a bald pussy, her mound clearly displayed before the towel covered her up. Her tits held the towel around her, but the end of it barely covered the top of her thighs. He followed her from hole to hole until she went into the shower, the towel sitting in a neat pile on the bench. His eyes scanned her body, from her full breasts and hard nipples to her waist and her full hips, stopping as she turned toward him and began to soap her body. Her hand slid down to her pussy, soaping the bald mound, her lips pushing open and closed as she soaped up her white flesh. She turned around and soaped her ass, the Private cumming as her soapy fingers slide between her cheeks, revealing a pink, tiny anus. There was the sound of a thwack, his milky, white cum splattering against the wall as he pumped his cock, struggling to contain his emotions, not wanting them to hear him. When he was finished, the wall was covered with his glistening cum, slowly dripping down the wall to stain the floor beneath it. He came once more before all the girls were finished showering. He was ready to leave when he heard a sound in the shower, turning to see the Coach standing naked beneath the shower. He managed to get hard again, cumming a third and final time when she spread her legs wide and washed her pussy so intimately. He walked out of the room without cleaning up the cum on the wall.
* * *
Brianna was in the Jacuzzi by herself, the warm water swirling around her tired body. Even though this was just practice, Coach made them work harder than usual, and her muscles felt it. She had put her bikini on and snuck off, hoping to have the Jacuzzi to herself. She lay back, closing her eyes as the hot, rushing water soothed away all her aches and pains.
Shannon saw her leave her room, seeing her in the tiny bikini, her tight body making Shannon wet with desire. They had been here for almost a week now, and Shannon needed some relief besides her nightly solo masturbation. Brianna was going to give her what she wanted whether she wanted to or not, Shannon picking on her because of her shyness. And Shannon was sure that Brianna was probably submissive, she just didn’t know it yet. Shannon would teach Brianna all she needed to know. Shannon waited twenty minutes before opening the door and quietly entering the room where the Jacuzzi was. Brianna had her eyes closed with the water jetting in the tub; she didn’t hear Shannon enter, locking the door behind her. She was in the Jacuzzi before Brianna opened her eyes, a startled look on her face.
She thought she was dreaming for a second then realized that it wasn’t a dream. Someone had gotten into the tub. Her eyes opened wide, staring at Shannon sitting down close to her. Brianna was always a little scared of Shannon and the way she looked at the other girls and her. Especially her. She started to get up, but Shannon’s voice stopped her.
“Don’t leave!” It wasn’t a question, more of an order. But it worked; Brianna sat back down. Shannon could see the fear in Brianna’s eyes. Shannon would take advantage of that. She didn’t waste any time, moving so close to Brianna that their naked hips touched, Brianna jumping from the intimate touch. “What’s the matter, you don’t like me?” She watched as Brianna’s head went down, refusing to look into her eyes.
Their bodies were touching; even in the water it was too close for Brianna. She hung her head down, not saying anything. She felt Shannon’s hand on her hair, pushing her hair to the side, Shannon’s other hand lifting Brianna’s chin up until she was forced to stare into Shannon’s eyes. All Brianna saw was lust.
“You’re not scared of me, are you?” Instead of waiting for an answer, Shannon kissed her, holding her head tightly as their lips met. She struggled but didn’t move her hands to stop her. Shannon felt Brianna’s soft lips, Shannon’s tongue finally forcing its way into Brianna’s mouth, running around her gums and teeth unopposed. Shannon pulled away for a moment.
“Please don’t,” Brianna could only beg. She never had a girl kiss her before, and it felt strange. She had just barely been kissed by a boy before. She tried to get up, but Shannon pushed her back into the water. Then Shannon’s hand moved up Brianna’s stomach and cupped one of her breasts, fondling it causally as if Shannon were a boy. Brianna struggled, but Shannon was far superior in strength, Brianna cringing when she felt her bikini top being pushed to the side, a warm hand sliding over her bare breast, Brianna struggling to quench the feelings she had as her nipple sprung to life beneath the strange touch. “NO!” It didn’t do any good. Shannon pulled Brianna’s bikini top off, leaving her breasts naked but didn’t touch them. Instead she did something worse. Brianna found her wrists being tied together, not struggling as her top was used to secure them tight. Shannon yanked Brianna’s arms up over her head until she felt the end of the top slipped over something; Brianna was unable to bring her hands back down again.
Brianna looked so nice, her arms pulled over her head, her naked breasts pushed out by her arched back. But what Shannon saw were hard nipples pointed out, begging for attention. She wasted no time, Shannon’s mouth quickly engulfing one nipple, stimulating it with her tongue and teeth, biting close to the areola while her tongue aroused the tip to greater hardness. Brianna struggled, but it only made her tits dance erotically, Shannon’s hand finding the other bare breast, her palm engulfing it as she squeezed it tight.
“No, please, no,” Brianna begged, “it’s not right.” Brianna was torn between a girl sucking on her nipple and the feelings she was getting. Her nipples tingled, the pleasure shooting through her breasts and reappearing between her legs. She was at least glad she was in the water, sure that her pussy was getting wet with arousal. Shannon’s hands and mouth were exciting Brianna, and it shouldn’t be like that. It should be a boy doing this to her, not a girl. She struggled against her bound hands, unable to pry them loose. Am I destined to be Shannon’s plaything? She wasn’t sure how far this would go and that scared her. Would Shannon want something from me in return?
Brianna’s breasts weren’t that large, but they were sensitive. Shannon made the tips into sharp points, moving her head from one tit to the other, her hand playing with the one her mouth was not attacking. Brianna struggled but not very hard any longer. It was time to move farther. Shannon released her tits, untying her arms just long enough to pull Brianna until she was sitting on the edge of the Jacuzzi, retying her again. “Spread your legs,” punctuating her command with a sharp slap on one of Brianna’s thighs. But she obeyed, submissively spreading her legs until Shannon stood between them.
Brianna didn’t know why she did it, refusing to believe that she was enjoying it, but her legs spread as though she was not aware of them. Shannon stood between them, her hips holding them apart, her hands on the top of Brianna’s legs. She shivered in fear when the hands moved to the front of her bikini; the fingers touching her mound, exploring her flesh so intimately. She gasped, not sure if it was surprise or pleasure when she felt Shannon pulling her bikini bottoms down her legs, moving to the side so she could pull them off. Brianna didn’t protest when Shannon moved between her legs, spreading them willingly, a hushed cry as the fingers returned, this time finding her bald mound. Shannon was a girl, knowing just what girls wanted, her fingers plucking at Brianna’s pussy lips, pulling them back to explore her inner lips with tenderness. Brianna’s pussy began to get wet, suddenly finding her pussy speared by a finger moving in and out the wet passage with ease, Shannon’s mouth returning to stimulate Brianna’s nipple again. Brianna was ashamed, ashamed that she would cum. While technically a virgin, she had lost her hymen a long time ago.
One finger became two, sliding easily in her slick passage, massaging the tight passage, another finger slipping up to the top of her slit to rub over her clit. Brianna’s head was thrown back, her breathing heavy and ragged. When she was ready to cum, Shannon thrust four fingers deep into Brianna’s pussy, Shannon’s thumb pushing Brianna’s clit hard into her pubic bone, stroking it back and forth while her body shook in pleasure.
“AAAGHH,” Brianna unable to contain the lust in her loins. Shannon knew just the right place to touch, when to stop, when to start, when to do it harder. She played Brianna like a fine instrument until she came unexpectedly, unable to contain her own lust, forced to climax by another girl. It mattered little as four thick fingers shoved in and out of her pussy, her muscles rippling up and down them as she came. She finally slumped down, the fingers still moving slowly inside her. She felt the shame descend on her, her lust satisfied, now the reality of the situation hitting her. She wanted to get up and run out of the room, but she was still bound and naked.
Shannon stood up, her fingers wet with Brianna’s juices. Shannon took off her bikini, standing naked in front of Brianna. Shannon stood on the edge of the deck, her pussy in line with Brianna’s face. Shannon took hold of Brianna’s head, pushing her head up until she was looking at Shannon. “I made you cum; your turn now. You know what girls like. Use your tongue on me.” She jerked on Brianna’s hair until Shannon saw the pained look on Brianna’s face. Shannon saw the surrender in Brianna’s eyes. She pushed her head down until she felt it, Brianna’s mouth pressed against her mound.
Brianna had no choice, her head pressed against Shannon’s pussy, smelling the scent of her arousal. Shannon rubbed Brianna’s face back and forth over her pussy until Brianna felt the wetness on her cheeks and lips, the taste of arousal entering her mouth. She had sucked her own fingers after masturbating, knowing exactly what it tasted like. Even with her arousal dampened, her tied hands were doing something to her, unable to stop Shannon from doing what she wanted with Brianna. And it was her tongue that Shannon wanted and Brianna obliged. She licked Shannon’s slit tentatively, running over her bald mound, the tip of Brianna’s tongue finding its way between Shannon’s parted pussy lips. Hands held Brianna pinned, her tongue moving faster, lapping eagerly at Shannon’s pussy in order to please her. And by the sound of her heavy breathing, it was working. Brianna even went as far as biting one of Shannon’s pussy lips, pulling it out as Brianna’s teeth ground on the trapped flesh.
For a girl-sex virgin, Brianna was a natural, licking and sucking Shannon’s pussy with experience that she didn’t think Brianna had. But it was when her tongue attacked Shannon’s clit that drove her over the edge. Brianna bit at the base of her clit, Shannon gasping loudly in pain, but Brianna’s tongue lashed out at Shannon’s trapped clit, now swollen with blood, hard and aroused. She released Brianna’s head as Shannon came, spraying Brianna as she climaxed uncontrollably. But Brianna didn’t move away, continuing to lick and suck Shannon’s clit until the last tremor of her orgasm raced through her body.
Brianna was almost proud of herself, making Shannon cum with her own tongue, lashing at Shannon in spite of Brianna’s face covered in greasy cum. It only inspired her more, continuing to lap at her obediently until was finished. Only then did Shannon release her wrists, Brianna putting her bikini top back on, her face red in shame as Shannon left Brianna alone in the room. She waited until she was sure Shannon was gone, returning to her room, sobbing on the bed in shame. But the middle of the night she woke up, her hands went between her legs stroking her pussy as she relived the events in the Jacuzzi over and over again as she came in solo masturbation.


Excerpt..

Simone Luskina was head of the State University gymnastic squad. During her four-year tenure, she had taken the school from relative
obscurity to a force to be reckoned with. Her credentials were impeccable, having won a silver medal in the 1996 Summer Olympics held in
Atlanta, Georgia. Her career lasted a few more years before her age caught up with her, taking on various teaching roles until she landed
the job here. She flourished in the large state-run school, able to recruit up-and-coming stars in spite of the program being almost
non-existent when she arrived. Last year was her squad’s best year in competition and she hoped for even better results next year.

The letter had come out of the blue, arriving one day on Simone’s desk, the strange stamp in the corner catching her eye, St. Helena.
She had never even heard of it, never mind knowing someone from there. Her name and address were neatly typed on the front, but the return
address was pressed in gold leaf, The Governor of St. Helena. Her fingers opened it carefully as if it contained a fragile document. She
opened the neatly folded paper; the letterhead was also in gold leaf.

She read it carefully before putting it down, getting onto her computer and typing in St. Helena. Wikipedia found it without trouble,
but it took Simone another half an hour to locate it on a map. It was 2,000 miles from the nearest land mass, located in the South Atlantic
Ocean. It was a small island, only 162 square miles, isolated from the world by vast miles of ocean. It didn’t even have an airport,
delays postponing it until at least 2011.

The letter puzzled her. Why would a small county from nowhere want to invite me and five members of my team for a one-month visit to
the island? It mentioned training and competition with their team, the need for International cooperation, but the only compelling reason
that Simone saw was that it was an all-expense paid trip for 30 days for her girls and her. The weather was nice during the summer, high
70’s, low 80’s. It would be much nicer than the hot, humid summer here. And they said they had first-class facilities and hotel for Simone
and her team.

She investigated it for days, calling her colleagues, even the State Department. It was a legitimate country, and as far as she could
figure out, it was a legitimate offer. She dialed the number given in the letter and was immediately transferred to the Governor within
seconds by the secretary. The Governor was a charmer, knowing so much about Simone that it was almost scary. The conversation lasted
almost an hour, Simone convinced as to the sincerity of his offer by time she got off the phone.

* * *

It took a lot of preparation, but they were finally there, the long, grueling plane ride, landing on the smooth ocean with the sea
plane, a short taxi along the water until a small boat came out to meet them. The six of them boarded the boat along with their luggage,
the ocean blowing back into their faces as the boat sped to the small dock surrounded by 100-foot cliffs that rose up from the beach. It
was a short distance to the town but along bumpy, dirt roads, never passing another vehicle on the way.

Simone put her clothes in the closet, surprised that the hotel was as nice as promised. It wasn’t a four-star hotel but was
surprisingly lavish for the small town it was in. Each girl had their own room. She had to pick five girls, more wanting the opportunity
to get away from their parents for a month in a strange and exotic land.

Shannon was the first one Simone picked. She was the senior member of the squad. She was tall for a gymnast, but she made it up in
experience. A long, slender, lean body she could twist and turn in unimaginable ways. Her blonde hair was cut close to her head, small
breasts and hips, but the longest legs you have every seen. She was pretty, not beautiful. Simone had never seen her with a boy, but that
didn’t mean too much with the sport monopolizing the girl’s time. None of the other girls had ever complained that Shannon had come on to
them.

Kerry was the last member to be picked, the “baby” of the group. She had just joined last year, but her petite body and young age
made her an exceptional athlete. The young are known to take more risks, do more difficult routines. Compared to Shannon, Kerry looked
like a midget. Simone had to almost be a mother to her, this being the first time she was away from home. She was barely five feet but
powerful thighs and legs that propelled her with a power that few could match. Unlike most gymnasts, Kerry had larger breasts than most of
the girls.

Brianna had been with Simone for two years, a shy girl from the Kansas farmlands, she was just starting to bust out of her shell, the
notoriety of the squad putting her in the unfamiliar limelight. She rarely looked anyone in the eye. Her short brown hair framed a pretty
face and if you could get her to smile, you would notice her large lips. Simone was sure that someday boys would notice her and they would
be drawn to those succulent lips, dreaming of her on her knees with her lips wrapped around their cocks.

Madeline was the beauty. But with such beauty came the attitude. Simone was reminded that they were so much alike, both of them
outspoken, sometimes too outspoken. And she was a gifted athlete, working just as hard as the others. She had an hourglass figure, slim
waist and full hips, but all eyes were drawn to her ass, the leotards she wore clung to her ass, molded over her tight, firm buttocks. Hers
was tighter than most, always able to see the clean, crisp crack between her lovely ass cheeks as she displayed her athletic talents. She
had big green eyes that had a mystery in them when she stared at you. And she loved to tease the boys, flaunting her sexuality without
really trying. But as far as Simone knew, few if any boys had ever gotten to her treasures.

Brooklyn was the last member, as her name implied, she was from Brooklyn. She was as streetwise as they came. Her Brooklyn accent
never failed to confuse you when she spoke fast, as if she were rushing to get somewhere else. A lovely body, small, pert tits that she
strutted around in her leotards, firm thighs and powerful legs. Like Shannon, her body would bend in ways that you wouldn’t think would be
possible, yet she moved with the grace of a gazelle.

Simone felt old compared to the girls, the youngest eighteen, the senior member barely twenty-one. At twenty-eight, Simone was almost
ancient, though she did keep her figure, training with equal vigor as the girls although she was no longer as limber as they were. Simone
had never married, though she was close once, engaged to another athlete, broken off at the last moment when she caught him with another
girl. She had immersed herself into her squad, though she casually dated some of the University professors. But it was more social than
sexual. Her vibrator had become her best lover, knowing exactly where to touch to give her the orgasm that she sought so often. And it was
less trouble than a man, never demanding attention when she wasn’t in the mood.

* * *

It was their first training session, meeting the other girls from the St. Helena team. They were good, but nowhere near the caliber
of Simone’s girls. No wonder they wanted help. The facility was better than theirs, the Governor spending lavishly on building the
facility. It wasn’t the contemporary facility they had, more like a castle, fitting with the old-world charm of the town. It must house
more than the gymnasium, the building was at least twice as big and there was one more floor below the gymnasium.

She saw him sitting in the audience; sure it was the Governor, surrounded by soldiers and Generals in the private booth overlooking
the vast floor. They had been there since the girls came out, Brianna complaining within five minutes that they were staring at her. It
was almost expected, the girls’ lean bodies covered in thin spandex that showed every crack and crevice in their bodies. And the warm-up
exercises had them putting their limber bodies in every conceivable position; some of them could be construed as obscene. Simone hoped that
it was just because it was the first day that the men were watching them.

Ravana was the Governor of St. Helena. Though it was technically a British overseas territory, he had not heard or seen from the
British government in over a year. With less than 3,000 people, many former black slaves that stayed on the island after their
emancipation, it was off the radar for most. And with the main mode of transportation to the island being boat, not many government
officials chose to visit the island. The long voyage too imposing to oversee the governing of a tiny island in the middle of nowhere. />
Even at forty-five, Ravana was as fit as his youngest officers and every bit as handsome. He watched the young girls as they walked
out onto the floor for the first time, his cock instantly rising up to a full erection. Such young, nubile flesh the Americans, neatly
packaged in tight spandex that clung to every curve and crevice in the bodies. Even the trainer, Simone, was a delectable creature, her
body just as firm but full hips made for fucking. He reached down to the front of his pants, pushing his cock to the side until it sprung
free and straightened, jutting out the front of his pants obscenely. He hoped Simone wouldn’t pick this time to introduce herself, afraid
he wouldn’t be able to stand up without giving away his excitement. He ogled each girl, seeing qualities in each of them, his imagination
running rampant in his head as they began to exercise. Simone put them through their paces, their tight, limber legs spreading out until
Ravana imagined he could see the lips of their pussies spreading wide, the front of their leotards stretched tightly over their bald mounds.
And those lovely tits, small but firm, some of them unable to hide their perky nipples that pushed out the front of the leotards in spite
of the men watching them. As they did push-ups, Ravana’s cock grew larger, seeing the tight asses rising up, imagining that he was under
one of them, the young girl lowering her pussy onto his cock, his hand holding it straight and rigid as she rode it for the first time, her
moans louder as she impaled herself on his thick cock. And he wanted to rub his cock so bad when he saw the girl Madeline. He could see
the crack of her ass through the tight leotards, his cock wanting to sink between her firm buttocks and find the tight hole that was nestled
between them. He would love to teach her to serve her Master with all of her available holes.

General Chernobog watched the girls with a different lust. Only two generations removed from slavery, he had risen to power on his
cruelty, even to his own people. Governor Ravana had promoted him to General when he took over the office three years ago, being the first
black to become General in the history of the country. He ruled with an iron fist, those that opposed him were never seen again. Below the
new gymnasium was a different world than above. There, General Chernobog’s Secret Police were housed, along with the political prisoners
that opposed the General or the Governor. And where the influential members of the government and their friends were allowed to see the
perversities and torture of their enemies in private showings. Most of the prisoners were women, the men killed and thrown into the ocean
to disappear forever, becoming shark food within minutes of hitting the water. The women were not so lucky; General Chernobog and his
experienced staff would make them suffer long and hard, their usefulness limited to their entertainment value. And they were sexually
available to the many that wanted them, in any manner. The prisoners often wished they were as lucky as the men and put out of their
misery.

General Chernobog was disappointed that Ravana wouldn’t let him have the Americans. His cock swelled at the thought of their limber
bodies in his dungeon, stripped naked, their limbs spread in grotesque positions, every one of their orifices open and available to his
instruments of torture. He only hoped they would do something stupid and offend the Governor. Then he could indulge his fantasies with
their young bodies. He stood over six feet, five inches tall, his large body unmatched by the size of his cock. While not as fit as he was
thirty years ago, the slight paunch of his stomach couldn’t hide the large cock that dangled along his thigh, even when soft. It hung at
eight inches when soft, and when a particular girl excited him with her screams, it would grow to over a foot. It was as hard as steel and
as thick as a baby’s arm. A girl always remembered his cock, some more than others when he decided to use a hole not destined for such a
member. He loved to make a girl dance on his cock, snaking it in her ass as he threaded it in so deep. And then he would make her take the
full measure of his cock, more than a foot of cock sawing in and out of her bleeding, once-virgin asshole, her screams making him harder. />
Simone watched as they finally left, but it wasn’t until her girls had already gone back to the showers. She hoped it would be only
today, but she had her doubts. She went to the locker room, staying in her office until the girls were done, finally taking a shower once
the locker room was empty.

The Private stroked his cock, his pants unbuttoned, belt open, his shorts and pants pulled down to his knees as he peered through the
small hole that was drilled into the wall. There were ten of them spread along the one wall of the shower room. He was the lucky one that
picked the right straw, it was his job to watch the girls while they were in the locker room. And especially in the showers. Not even the
General knew of the holes in the wall, the enlisted men doing it on their own accord, wanting some of what the Officers get when girls are
brought to the basement interrogation room. He knew better, knowing they didn’t want any information; they just wanted to rape and torture
them for the enjoyment of those lucky enough to get to watch. He had never seen a white girl naked before; now he was lucky enough to see
five of them at once. Young, ripe bodies, as he slowly stroked his cock as the girls stood in front of their lockers, his eyes glued to one
of the holes so he could see them take off their leotards.

He stared at one girl, the most attractive one. Madeline he assumed from the list he was given. He could tell by the way she acted,
strutting around like the world owed her. He would love to give her what the world owes her, his thick cock up that lovely, pert ass. He
stared as she brushed the hair from her forehead, her hand almost moving in slow motion as it pushed the top of her leotards off her
shoulders; he stroked faster as her naked tits came into view, the tight fabric brushing across a thick nipple that hardened from the touch.
Her tits bounced into view, the Private straining not to cum, wanting to see more before he came. Her hips shook sensuously from side to
side as she tugged the elastic garment over her full hips. He had never seen such a white ass before, but her cheeks were tight and firm,
seeing her clench them as she struggled to get the leotards down her legs. He caught a glimpse of her pussy from behind as she bent down,
wishing he could see between her tightly clenched cheeks. She picked up the leotard and put it in her locker, grabbing a towel and wrapping
it around her body but not before the Private caught a quick glimpse of a bald pussy, her mound clearly displayed before the towel covered
her up. Her tits held the towel around her, but the end of it barely covered the top of her thighs. He followed her from hole to hole
until she went into the shower, the towel sitting in a neat pile on the bench. His eyes scanned her body, from her full breasts and hard
nipples to her waist and her full hips, stopping as she turned toward him and began to soap her body. Her hand slid down to her pussy,
soaping the bald mound, her lips pushing open and closed as she soaped up her white flesh. She turned around and soaped her ass, the
Private cumming as her soapy fingers slide between her cheeks, revealing a pink, tiny anus. There was the sound of a thwack, his milky,
white cum splattering against the wall as he pumped his cock, struggling to contain his emotions, not wanting them to hear him. When he was
finished, the wall was covered with his glistening cum, slowly dripping down the wall to stain the floor beneath it. He came once more
before all the girls were finished showering. He was ready to leave when he heard a sound in the shower, turning to see the Coach standing
naked beneath the shower. He managed to get hard again, cumming a third and final time when she spread her legs wide and washed her pussy
so intimately. He walked out of the room without cleaning up the cum on the wall.

* * *

Brianna was in the Jacuzzi by herself, the warm water swirling around her tired body. Even though this was just practice, Coach made
them work harder than usual, and her muscles felt it. She had put her bikini on and snuck off, hoping to have the Jacuzzi to herself. She
lay back, closing her eyes as the hot, rushing water soothed away all her aches and pains.

Shannon saw her leave her room, seeing her in the tiny bikini, her tight body making Shannon wet with desire. They had been here for
almost a week now, and Shannon needed some relief besides her nightly solo masturbation. Brianna was going to give her what she wanted
whether she wanted to or not, Shannon picking on her because of her shyness. And Shannon was sure that Brianna was probably submissive, she
just didn’t know it yet. Shannon would teach Brianna all she needed to know. Shannon waited twenty minutes before opening the door and
quietly entering the room where the Jacuzzi was. Brianna had her eyes closed with the water jetting in the tub; she didn’t hear Shannon
enter, locking the door behind her. She was in the Jacuzzi before Brianna opened her eyes, a startled look on her face.

She thought she was dreaming for a second then realized that it wasn’t a dream. Someone had gotten into the tub. Her eyes opened
wide, staring at Shannon sitting down close to her. Brianna was always a little scared of Shannon and the way she looked at the other girls
and her. Especially her. She started to get up, but Shannon’s voice stopped her.

“Don’t leave!” It wasn’t a question, more of an order. But it worked; Brianna sat back down. Shannon could see the fear in
Brianna’s eyes. Shannon would take advantage of that. She didn’t waste any time, moving so close to Brianna that their naked hips touched,
Brianna jumping from the intimate touch. “What’s the matter, you don’t like me?” She watched as Brianna’s head went down, refusing to look
into her eyes.

Their bodies were touching; even in the water it was too close for Brianna. She hung her head down, not saying anything. She felt
Shannon’s hand on her hair, pushing her hair to the side, Shannon’s other hand lifting Brianna’s chin up until she was forced to stare into
Shannon’s eyes. All Brianna saw was lust.

“You’re not scared of me, are you?” Instead of waiting for an answer, Shannon kissed her, holding her head tightly as their lips met.
She struggled but didn’t move her hands to stop her. Shannon felt Brianna’s soft lips, Shannon’s tongue finally forcing its way into
Brianna’s mouth, running around her gums and teeth unopposed. Shannon pulled away for a moment.

“Please don’t,” Brianna could only beg. She never had a girl kiss her before, and it felt strange. She had just barely been kissed
by a boy before. She tried to get up, but Shannon pushed her back into the water. Then Shannon’s hand moved up Brianna’s stomach and
cupped one of her breasts, fondling it causally as if Shannon were a boy. Brianna struggled, but Shannon was far superior in strength,
Brianna cringing when she felt her bikini top being pushed to the side, a warm hand sliding over her bare breast, Brianna struggling to
quench the feelings she had as her nipple sprung to life beneath the strange touch. “NO!” It didn’t do any good. Shannon pulled Brianna’s
bikini top off, leaving her breasts naked but didn’t touch them. Instead she did something worse. Brianna found her wrists being tied
together, not struggling as her top was used to secure them tight. Shannon yanked Brianna’s arms up over her head until she felt the end of
the top slipped over something; Brianna was unable to bring her hands back down again.

Brianna looked so nice, her arms pulled over her head, her naked breasts pushed out by her arched back. But what Shannon saw were
hard nipples pointed out, begging for attention. She wasted no time, Shannon’s mouth quickly engulfing one nipple, stimulating it with her
tongue and teeth, biting close to the areola while her tongue aroused the tip to greater hardness. Brianna struggled, but it only made her
tits dance erotically, Shannon’s hand finding the other bare breast, her palm engulfing it as she squeezed it tight.

“No, please, no,” Brianna begged, “it’s not right.” Brianna was torn between a girl sucking on her nipple and the feelings she was
getting. Her nipples tingled, the pleasure shooting through her breasts and reappearing between her legs. She was at least glad she was in
the water, sure that her pussy was getting wet with arousal. Shannon’s hands and mouth were exciting Brianna, and it shouldn’t be like
that. It should be a boy doing this to her, not a girl. She struggled against her bound hands, unable to pry them loose. Am I destined to
be Shannon’s plaything? She wasn’t sure how far this would go and that scared her. Would Shannon want something from me in return?

Brianna’s breasts weren’t that large, but they were sensitive. Shannon made the tips into sharp points, moving her head from one tit
to the other, her hand playing with the one her mouth was not attacking. Brianna struggled but not very hard any longer. It was time to
move farther. Shannon released her tits, untying her arms just long enough to pull Brianna until she was sitting on the edge of the
Jacuzzi, retying her again. “Spread your legs,” punctuating her command with a sharp slap on one of Brianna’s thighs. But she obeyed,
submissively spreading her legs until Shannon stood between them.

Brianna didn’t know why she did it, refusing to believe that she was enjoying it, but her legs spread as though she was not aware of
them. Shannon stood between them, her hips holding them apart, her hands on the top of Brianna’s legs. She shivered in fear when the hands
moved to the front of her bikini; the fingers touching her mound, exploring her flesh so intimately. She gasped, not sure if it was
surprise or pleasure when she felt Shannon pulling her bikini bottoms down her legs, moving to the side so she could pull them off. Brianna
didn’t protest when Shannon moved between her legs, spreading them willingly, a hushed cry as the fingers returned, this time finding her
bald mound. Shannon was a girl, knowing just what girls wanted, her fingers plucking at Brianna’s pussy lips, pulling them back to explore
her inner lips with tenderness. Brianna’s pussy began to get wet, suddenly finding her pussy speared by a finger moving in and out the wet
passage with ease, Shannon’s mouth returning to stimulate Brianna’s nipple again. Brianna was ashamed, ashamed that she would cum. While
technically a virgin, she had lost her hymen a long time ago.

One finger became two, sliding easily in her slick passage, massaging the tight passage, another finger slipping up to the top of her
slit to rub over her clit. Brianna’s head was thrown back, her breathing heavy and ragged. When she was ready to cum, Shannon thrust four
fingers deep into Brianna’s pussy, Shannon’s thumb pushing Brianna’s clit hard into her pubic bone, stroking it back and forth while her
body shook in pleasure.

“AAAGHH,” Brianna unable to contain the lust in her loins. Shannon knew just the right place to touch, when to stop, when to start,
when to do it harder. She played Brianna like a fine instrument until she came unexpectedly, unable to contain her own lust, forced to
climax by another girl. It mattered little as four thick fingers shoved in and out of her pussy, her muscles rippling up and down them as
she came. She finally slumped down, the fingers still moving slowly inside her. She felt the shame descend on her, her lust satisfied, now
the reality of the situation hitting her. She wanted to get up and run out of the room, but she was still bound and naked.

Shannon stood up, her fingers wet with Brianna’s juices. Shannon took off her bikini, standing naked in front of Brianna. Shannon
stood on the edge of the deck, her pussy in line with Brianna’s face. Shannon took hold of Brianna’s head, pushing her head up until she
was looking at Shannon. “I made you cum; your turn now. You know what girls like. Use your tongue on me.” She jerked on Brianna’s hair
until Shannon saw the pained look on Brianna’s face. Shannon saw the surrender in Brianna’s eyes. She pushed her head down until she felt
it, Brianna’s mouth pressed against her mound.

Brianna had no choice, her head pressed against Shannon’s pussy, smelling the scent of her arousal. Shannon rubbed Brianna’s face
back and forth over her pussy until Brianna felt the wetness on her cheeks and lips, the taste of arousal entering her mouth. She had
sucked her own fingers after masturbating, knowing exactly what it tasted like. Even with her arousal dampened, her tied hands were doing
something to her, unable to stop Shannon from doing what she wanted with Brianna. And it was her tongue that Shannon wanted and Brianna
obliged. She licked Shannon’s slit tentatively, running over her bald mound, the tip of Brianna’s tongue finding its way between Shannon’s
parted pussy lips. Hands held Brianna pinned, her tongue moving faster, lapping eagerly at Shannon’s pussy in order to please her. And by
the sound of her heavy breathing, it was working. Brianna even went as far as biting one of Shannon’s pussy lips, pulling it out as
Brianna’s teeth ground on the trapped flesh.

For a girl-sex virgin, Brianna was a natural, licking and sucking Shannon’s pussy with experience that she didn’t think Brianna had.
But it was when her tongue attacked Shannon’s clit that drove her over the edge. Brianna bit at the base of her clit, Shannon gasping
loudly in pain, but Brianna’s tongue lashed out at Shannon’s trapped clit, now swollen with blood, hard and aroused. She released Brianna’s
head as Shannon came, spraying Brianna as she climaxed uncontrollably. But Brianna didn’t move away, continuing to lick and suck Shannon’s
clit until the last tremor of her orgasm raced through her body.

Brianna was almost proud of herself, making Shannon cum with her own tongue, lashing at Shannon in spite of Brianna’s face covered in
greasy cum. It only inspired her more, continuing to lap at her obediently until was finished. Only then did Shannon release her wrists,
Brianna putting her bikini top back on, her face red in shame as Shannon left Brianna alone in the room. She waited until she was sure
Shannon was gone, returning to her room, sobbing on the bed in shame. But the middle of the night she woke up, her hands went between her
legs stroking her pussy as she relived the events in the Jacuzzi over and over again as she came in solo masturbation.


Excerpt..

Simone Luskina was head of the State University gymnastic squad. During her four-year tenure, she had taken the school from relative

obscurity to a force to be reckoned with. Her credentials were impeccable, having won a silver medal in the 1996 Summer Olympics held in

Atlanta, Georgia. Her career lasted a few more years before her age caught up with her, taking on various teaching roles until she landed

the job here. She flourished in the large state-run school, able to recruit up-and-coming stars in spite of the program being almost

non-existent when she arrived. Last year was her squad’s best year in competition and she hoped for even better results next year.


The letter had come out of the blue, arriving one day on Simone’s desk, the strange stamp in the corner catching her eye, St. Helena.

She had never even heard of it, never mind knowing someone from there. Her name and address were neatly typed on the front, but the return

address was pressed in gold leaf, The Governor of St. Helena. Her fingers opened it carefully as if it contained a fragile document. She

opened the neatly folded paper; the letterhead was also in gold leaf.


She read it carefully before putting it down, getting onto her computer and typing in St. Helena. Wikipedia found it without trouble,

but it took Simone another half an hour to locate it on a map. It was 2,000 miles from the nearest land mass, located in the South Atlantic

Ocean. It was a small island, only 162 square miles, isolated from the world by vast miles of ocean. It didn’t even have an airport,

delays postponing it until at least 2011.


The letter puzzled her. Why would a small county from nowhere want to invite me and five members of my team for a one-month visit to

the island? It mentioned training and competition with their team, the need for International cooperation, but the only compelling reason

that Simone saw was that it was an all-expense paid trip for 30 days for her girls and her. The weather was nice during the summer, high

70’s, low 80’s. It would be much nicer than the hot, humid summer here. And they said they had first-class facilities and hotel for Simone

and her team.


She investigated it for days, calling her colleagues, even the State Department. It was a legitimate country, and as far as she could

figure out, it was a legitimate offer. She dialed the number given in the letter and was immediately transferred to the Governor within

seconds by the secretary. The Governor was a charmer, knowing so much about Simone that it was almost scary. The conversation lasted

almost an hour, Simone convinced as to the sincerity of his offer by time she got off the phone.


* * *


It took a lot of preparation, but they were finally there, the long, grueling plane ride, landing on the smooth ocean with the sea

plane, a short taxi along the water until a small boat came out to meet them. The six of them boarded the boat along with their luggage,

the ocean blowing back into their faces as the boat sped to the small dock surrounded by 100-foot cliffs that rose up from the beach. It

was a short distance to the town but along bumpy, dirt roads, never passing another vehicle on the way.


Simone put her clothes in the closet, surprised that the hotel was as nice as promised. It wasn’t a four-star hotel but was

surprisingly lavish for the small town it was in. Each girl had their own room. She had to pick five girls, more wanting the opportunity

to get away from their parents for a month in a strange and exotic land.


Shannon was the first one Simone picked. She was the senior member of the squad. She was tall for a gymnast, but she made it up in

experience. A long, slender, lean body she could twist and turn in unimaginable ways. Her blonde hair was cut close to her head, small

breasts and hips, but the longest legs you have every seen. She was pretty, not beautiful. Simone had never seen her with a boy, but that

didn’t mean too much with the sport monopolizing the girl’s time. None of the other girls had ever complained that Shannon had come on to

them.


Kerry was the last member to be picked, the “baby” of the group. She had just joined last year, but her petite body and young age

made her an exceptional athlete. The young are known to take more risks, do more difficult routines. Compared to Shannon, Kerry looked

like a midget. Simone had to almost be a mother to her, this being the first time she was away from home. She was barely five feet but

powerful thighs and legs that propelled her with a power that few could match. Unlike most gymnasts, Kerry had larger breasts than most of

the girls.


Brianna had been with Simone for two years, a shy girl from the Kansas farmlands, she was just starting to bust out of her shell, the

notoriety of the squad putting her in the unfamiliar limelight. She rarely looked anyone in the eye. Her short brown hair framed a pretty

face and if you could get her to smile, you would notice her large lips. Simone was sure that someday boys would notice her and they would

be drawn to those succulent lips, dreaming of her on her knees with her lips wrapped around their cocks.


Madeline was the beauty. But with such beauty came the attitude. Simone was reminded that they were so much alike, both of them

outspoken, sometimes too outspoken. And she was a gifted athlete, working just as hard as the others. She had an hourglass figure, slim

waist and full hips, but all eyes were drawn to her ass, the leotards she wore clung to her ass, molded over her tight, firm buttocks. Hers

was tighter than most, always able to see the clean, crisp crack between her lovely ass cheeks as she displayed her athletic talents. She

had big green eyes that had a mystery in them when she stared at you. And she loved to tease the boys, flaunting her sexuality without

really trying. But as far as Simone knew, few if any boys had ever gotten to her treasures.


Brooklyn was the last member, as her name implied, she was from Brooklyn. She was as streetwise as they came. Her Brooklyn accent

never failed to confuse you when she spoke fast, as if she were rushing to get somewhere else. A lovely body, small, pert tits that she

strutted around in her leotards, firm thighs and powerful legs. Like Shannon, her body would bend in ways that you wouldn’t think would be

possible, yet she moved with the grace of a gazelle.


Simone felt old compared to the girls, the youngest eighteen, the senior member barely twenty-one. At twenty-eight, Simone was almost

ancient, though she did keep her figure, training with equal vigor as the girls although she was no longer as limber as they were. Simone

had never married, though she was close once, engaged to another athlete, broken off at the last moment when she caught him with another

girl. She had immersed herself into her squad, though she casually dated some of the University professors. But it was more social than

sexual. Her vibrator had become her best lover, knowing exactly where to touch to give her the orgasm that she sought so often. And it was

less trouble than a man, never demanding attention when she wasn’t in the mood.


* * *


It was their first training session, meeting the other girls from the St. Helena team. They were good, but nowhere near the caliber

of Simone’s girls. No wonder they wanted help. The facility was better than theirs, the Governor spending lavishly on building the

facility. It wasn’t the contemporary facility they had, more like a castle, fitting with the old-world charm of the town. It must house

more than the gymnasium, the building was at least twice as big and there was one more floor below the gymnasium.


She saw him sitting in the audience; sure it was the Governor, surrounded by soldiers and Generals in the private booth overlooking

the vast floor. They had been there since the girls came out, Brianna complaining within five minutes that they were staring at her. It

was almost expected, the girls’ lean bodies covered in thin spandex that showed every crack and crevice in their bodies. And the warm-up

exercises had them putting their limber bodies in every conceivable position; some of them could be construed as obscene. Simone hoped that

it was just because it was the first day that the men were watching them.


Ravana was the Governor of St. Helena. Though it was technically a British overseas territory, he had not heard or seen from the

British government in over a year. With less than 3,000 people, many former black slaves that stayed on the island after their

emancipation, it was off the radar for most. And with the main mode of transportation to the island being boat, not many government

officials chose to visit the island. The long voyage too imposing to oversee the governing of a tiny island in the middle of nowhere.
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Even at forty-five, Ravana was as fit as his youngest officers and every bit as handsome. He watched the young girls as they walked

out onto the floor for the first time, his cock instantly rising up to a full erection. Such young, nubile flesh the Americans, neatly

packaged in tight spandex that clung to every curve and crevice in the bodies. Even the trainer, Simone, was a delectable creature, her

body just as firm but full hips made for fucking. He reached down to the front of his pants, pushing his cock to the side until it sprung

free and straightened, jutting out the front of his pants obscenely. He hoped Simone wouldn’t pick this time to introduce herself, afraid

he wouldn’t be able to stand up without giving away his excitement. He ogled each girl, seeing qualities in each of them, his imagination

running rampant in his head as they began to exercise. Simone put them through their paces, their tight, limber legs spreading out until

Ravana imagined he could see the lips of their pussies spreading wide, the front of their leotards stretched tightly over their bald mounds.

And those lovely tits, small but firm, some of them unable to hide their perky nipples that pushed out the front of the leotards in spite

of the men watching them. As they did push-ups, Ravana’s cock grew larger, seeing the tight asses rising up, imagining that he was under

one of them, the young girl lowering her pussy onto his cock, his hand holding it straight and rigid as she rode it for the first time, her

moans louder as she impaled herself on his thick cock. And he wanted to rub his cock so bad when he saw the girl Madeline. He could see

the crack of her ass through the tight leotards, his cock wanting to sink between her firm buttocks and find the tight hole that was nestled

between them. He would love to teach her to serve her Master with all of her available holes.


General Chernobog watched the girls with a different lust. Only two generations removed from slavery, he had risen to power on his

cruelty, even to his own people. Governor Ravana had promoted him to General when he took over the office three years ago, being the first

black to become General in the history of the country. He ruled with an iron fist, those that opposed him were never seen again. Below the

new gymnasium was a different world than above. There, General Chernobog’s Secret Police were housed, along with the political prisoners

that opposed the General or the Governor. And where the influential members of the government and their friends were allowed to see the

perversities and torture of their enemies in private showings. Most of the prisoners were women, the men killed and thrown into the ocean

to disappear forever, becoming shark food within minutes of hitting the water. The women were not so lucky; General Chernobog and his

experienced staff would make them suffer long and hard, their usefulness limited to their entertainment value. And they were sexually

available to the many that wanted them, in any manner. The prisoners often wished they were as lucky as the men and put out of their

misery.


General Chernobog was disappointed that Ravana wouldn’t let him have the Americans. His cock swelled at the thought of their limber

bodies in his dungeon, stripped naked, their limbs spread in grotesque positions, every one of their orifices open and available to his

instruments of torture. He only hoped they would do something stupid and offend the Governor. Then he could indulge his fantasies with

their young bodies. He stood over six feet, five inches tall, his large body unmatched by the size of his cock. While not as fit as he was

thirty years ago, the slight paunch of his stomach couldn’t hide the large cock that dangled along his thigh, even when soft. It hung at

eight inches when soft, and when a particular girl excited him with her screams, it would grow to over a foot. It was as hard as steel and

as thick as a baby’s arm. A girl always remembered his cock, some more than others when he decided to use a hole not destined for such a

member. He loved to make a girl dance on his cock, snaking it in her ass as he threaded it in so deep. And then he would make her take the

full measure of his cock, more than a foot of cock sawing in and out of her bleeding, once-virgin asshole, her screams making him harder.
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Simone watched as they finally left, but it wasn’t until her girls had already gone back to the showers. She hoped it would be only

today, but she had her doubts. She went to the locker room, staying in her office until the girls were done, finally taking a shower once

the locker room was empty.


The Private stroked his cock, his pants unbuttoned, belt open, his shorts and pants pulled down to his knees as he peered through the

small hole that was drilled into the wall. There were ten of them spread along the one wall of the shower room. He was the lucky one that

picked the right straw, it was his job to watch the girls while they were in the locker room. And especially in the showers. Not even the

General knew of the holes in the wall, the enlisted men doing it on their own accord, wanting some of what the Officers get when girls are

brought to the basement interrogation room. He knew better, knowing they didn’t want any information; they just wanted to rape and torture

them for the enjoyment of those lucky enough to get to watch. He had never seen a white girl naked before; now he was lucky enough to see

five of them at once. Young, ripe bodies, as he slowly stroked his cock as the girls stood in front of their lockers, his eyes glued to one

of the holes so he could see them take off their leotards.


He stared at one girl, the most attractive one. Madeline he assumed from the list he was given. He could tell by the way she acted,

strutting around like the world owed her. He would love to give her what the world owes her, his thick cock up that lovely, pert ass. He

stared as she brushed the hair from her forehead, her hand almost moving in slow motion as it pushed the top of her leotards off her

shoulders; he stroked faster as her naked tits came into view, the tight fabric brushing across a thick nipple that hardened from the touch.

Her tits bounced into view, the Private straining not to cum, wanting to see more before he came. Her hips shook sensuously from side to

side as she tugged the elastic garment over her full hips. He had never seen such a white ass before, but her cheeks were tight and firm,

seeing her clench them as she struggled to get the leotards down her legs. He caught a glimpse of her pussy from behind as she bent down,

wishing he could see between her tightly clenched cheeks. She picked up the leotard and put it in her locker, grabbing a towel and wrapping

it around her body but not before the Private caught a quick glimpse of a bald pussy, her mound clearly displayed before the towel covered

her up. Her tits held the towel around her, but the end of it barely covered the top of her thighs. He followed her from hole to hole

until she went into the shower, the towel sitting in a neat pile on the bench. His eyes scanned her body, from her full breasts and hard

nipples to her waist and her full hips, stopping as she turned toward him and began to soap her body. Her hand slid down to her pussy,

soaping the bald mound, her lips pushing open and closed as she soaped up her white flesh. She turned around and soaped her ass, the

Private cumming as her soapy fingers slide between her cheeks, revealing a pink, tiny anus. There was the sound of a thwack, his milky,

white cum splattering against the wall as he pumped his cock, struggling to contain his emotions, not wanting them to hear him. When he was

finished, the wall was covered with his glistening cum, slowly dripping down the wall to stain the floor beneath it. He came once more

before all the girls were finished showering. He was ready to leave when he heard a sound in the shower, turning to see the Coach standing

naked beneath the shower. He managed to get hard again, cumming a third and final time when she spread her legs wide and washed her pussy

so intimately. He walked out of the room without cleaning up the cum on the wall.


* * *


Brianna was in the Jacuzzi by herself, the warm water swirling around her tired body. Even though this was just practice, Coach made

them work harder than usual, and her muscles felt it. She had put her bikini on and snuck off, hoping to have the Jacuzzi to herself. She

lay back, closing her eyes as the hot, rushing water soothed away all her aches and pains.


Shannon saw her leave her room, seeing her in the tiny bikini, her tight body making Shannon wet with desire. They had been here for

almost a week now, and Shannon needed some relief besides her nightly solo masturbation. Brianna was going to give her what she wanted

whether she wanted to or not, Shannon picking on her because of her shyness. And Shannon was sure that Brianna was probably submissive, she

just didn’t know it yet. Shannon would teach Brianna all she needed to know. Shannon waited twenty minutes before opening the door and

quietly entering the room where the Jacuzzi was. Brianna had her eyes closed with the water jetting in the tub; she didn’t hear Shannon

enter, locking the door behind her. She was in the Jacuzzi before Brianna opened her eyes, a startled look on her face.


She thought she was dreaming for a second then realized that it wasn’t a dream. Someone had gotten into the tub. Her eyes opened

wide, staring at Shannon sitting down close to her. Brianna was always a little scared of Shannon and the way she looked at the other girls

and her. Especially her. She started to get up, but Shannon’s voice stopped her.


“Don’t leave!” It wasn’t a question, more of an order. But it worked; Brianna sat back down. Shannon could see the fear in

Brianna’s eyes. Shannon would take advantage of that. She didn’t waste any time, moving so close to Brianna that their naked hips touched,

Brianna jumping from the intimate touch. “What’s the matter, you don’t like me?” She watched as Brianna’s head went down, refusing to look

into her eyes.


Their bodies were touching; even in the water it was too close for Brianna. She hung her head down, not saying anything. She felt

Shannon’s hand on her hair, pushing her hair to the side, Shannon’s other hand lifting Brianna’s chin up until she was forced to stare into

Shannon’s eyes. All Brianna saw was lust.


“You’re not scared of me, are you?” Instead of waiting for an answer, Shannon kissed her, holding her head tightly as their lips met.

She struggled but didn’t move her hands to stop her. Shannon felt Brianna’s soft lips, Shannon’s tongue finally forcing its way into

Brianna’s mouth, running around her gums and teeth unopposed. Shannon pulled away for a moment.


“Please don’t,” Brianna could only beg. She never had a girl kiss her before, and it felt strange. She had just barely been kissed

by a boy before. She tried to get up, but Shannon pushed her back into the water. Then Shannon’s hand moved up Brianna’s stomach and

cupped one of her breasts, fondling it causally as if Shannon were a boy. Brianna struggled, but Shannon was far superior in strength,

Brianna cringing when she felt her bikini top being pushed to the side, a warm hand sliding over her bare breast, Brianna struggling to

quench the feelings she had as her nipple sprung to life beneath the strange touch. “NO!” It didn’t do any good. Shannon pulled Brianna’s

bikini top off, leaving her breasts naked but didn’t touch them. Instead she did something worse. Brianna found her wrists being tied

together, not struggling as her top was used to secure them tight. Shannon yanked Brianna’s arms up over her head until she felt the end of

the top slipped over something; Brianna was unable to bring her hands back down again.


Brianna looked so nice, her arms pulled over her head, her naked breasts pushed out by her arched back. But what Shannon saw were

hard nipples pointed out, begging for attention. She wasted no time, Shannon’s mouth quickly engulfing one nipple, stimulating it with her

tongue and teeth, biting close to the areola while her tongue aroused the tip to greater hardness. Brianna struggled, but it only made her

tits dance erotically, Shannon’s hand finding the other bare breast, her palm engulfing it as she squeezed it tight.


“No, please, no,” Brianna begged, “it’s not right.” Brianna was torn between a girl sucking on her nipple and the feelings she was

getting. Her nipples tingled, the pleasure shooting through her breasts and reappearing between her legs. She was at least glad she was in

the water, sure that her pussy was getting wet with arousal. Shannon’s hands and mouth were exciting Brianna, and it shouldn’t be like

that. It should be a boy doing this to her, not a girl. She struggled against her bound hands, unable to pry them loose. Am I destined to

be Shannon’s plaything? She wasn’t sure how far this would go and that scared her. Would Shannon want something from me in return?


Brianna’s breasts weren’t that large, but they were sensitive. Shannon made the tips into sharp points, moving her head from one tit

to the other, her hand playing with the one her mouth was not attacking. Brianna struggled but not very hard any longer. It was time to

move farther. Shannon released her tits, untying her arms just long enough to pull Brianna until she was sitting on the edge of the

Jacuzzi, retying her again. “Spread your legs,” punctuating her command with a sharp slap on one of Brianna’s thighs. But she obeyed,

submissively spreading her legs until Shannon stood between them.


Brianna didn’t know why she did it, refusing to believe that she was enjoying it, but her legs spread as though she was not aware of

them. Shannon stood between them, her hips holding them apart, her hands on the top of Brianna’s legs. She shivered in fear when the hands

moved to the front of her bikini; the fingers touching her mound, exploring her flesh so intimately. She gasped, not sure if it was

surprise or pleasure when she felt Shannon pulling her bikini bottoms down her legs, moving to the side so she could pull them off. Brianna

didn’t protest when Shannon moved between her legs, spreading them willingly, a hushed cry as the fingers returned, this time finding her

bald mound. Shannon was a girl, knowing just what girls wanted, her fingers plucking at Brianna’s pussy lips, pulling them back to explore

her inner lips with tenderness. Brianna’s pussy began to get wet, suddenly finding her pussy speared by a finger moving in and out the wet

passage with ease, Shannon’s mouth returning to stimulate Brianna’s nipple again. Brianna was ashamed, ashamed that she would cum. While

technically a virgin, she had lost her hymen a long time ago.


One finger became two, sliding easily in her slick passage, massaging the tight passage, another finger slipping up to the top of her

slit to rub over her clit. Brianna’s head was thrown back, her breathing heavy and ragged. When she was ready to cum, Shannon thrust four

fingers deep into Brianna’s pussy, Shannon’s thumb pushing Brianna’s clit hard into her pubic bone, stroking it back and forth while her

body shook in pleasure.


“AAAGHH,” Brianna unable to contain the lust in her loins. Shannon knew just the right place to touch, when to stop, when to start,

when to do it harder. She played Brianna like a fine instrument until she came unexpectedly, unable to contain her own lust, forced to

climax by another girl. It mattered little as four thick fingers shoved in and out of her pussy, her muscles rippling up and down them as

she came. She finally slumped down, the fingers still moving slowly inside her. She felt the shame descend on her, her lust satisfied, now

the reality of the situation hitting her. She wanted to get up and run out of the room, but she was still bound and naked.


Shannon stood up, her fingers wet with Brianna’s juices. Shannon took off her bikini, standing naked in front of Brianna. Shannon

stood on the edge of the deck, her pussy in line with Brianna’s face. Shannon took hold of Brianna’s head, pushing her head up until she

was looking at Shannon. “I made you cum; your turn now. You know what girls like. Use your tongue on me.” She jerked on Brianna’s hair

until Shannon saw the pained look on Brianna’s face. Shannon saw the surrender in Brianna’s eyes. She pushed her head down until she felt

it, Brianna’s mouth pressed against her mound.


Brianna had no choice, her head pressed against Shannon’s pussy, smelling the scent of her arousal. Shannon rubbed Brianna’s face

back and forth over her pussy until Brianna felt the wetness on her cheeks and lips, the taste of arousal entering her mouth. She had

sucked her own fingers after masturbating, knowing exactly what it tasted like. Even with her arousal dampened, her tied hands were doing

something to her, unable to stop Shannon from doing what she wanted with Brianna. And it was her tongue that Shannon wanted and Brianna

obliged. She licked Shannon’s slit tentatively, running over her bald mound, the tip of Brianna’s tongue finding its way between Shannon’s

parted pussy lips. Hands held Brianna pinned, her tongue moving faster, lapping eagerly at Shannon’s pussy in order to please her. And by

the sound of her heavy breathing, it was working. Brianna even went as far as biting one of Shannon’s pussy lips, pulling it out as

Brianna’s teeth ground on the trapped flesh.


For a girl-sex virgin, Brianna was a natural, licking and sucking Shannon’s pussy with experience that she didn’t think Brianna had.

But it was when her tongue attacked Shannon’s clit that drove her over the edge. Brianna bit at the base of her clit, Shannon gasping

loudly in pain, but Brianna’s tongue lashed out at Shannon’s trapped clit, now swollen with blood, hard and aroused. She released Brianna’s

head as Shannon came, spraying Brianna as she climaxed uncontrollably. But Brianna didn’t move away, continuing to lick and suck Shannon’s

clit until the last tremor of her orgasm raced through her body.


Brianna was almost proud of herself, making Shannon cum with her own tongue, lashing at Shannon in spite of Brianna’s face covered in

greasy cum. It only inspired her more, continuing to lap at her obediently until was finished. Only then did Shannon release her wrists,

Brianna putting her bikini top back on, her face red in shame as Shannon left Brianna alone in the room. She waited until she was sure

Shannon was gone, returning to her room, sobbing on the bed in shame. But the middle of the night she woke up, her hands went between her

legs stroking her pussy as she relived the events in the Jacuzzi over and over again as she came in solo masturbation.



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Reviews

I have read all of Powerone's stories on A1 and this is probably his best yet. A real page-turner and extremely well written with his usual blend of descriptive bdsm and sex. This is one book I will read time and time again. I agree with the comment that this could be a cult classic - it really MUST be! 5 out of 5 (hardman)

Very dark!! S&M at it's best. Erotic descriptions of pain in every hole, electric, water, balloons down the throat, up the cunt, up the ass. I came repeatedly. 5 out of 5 (nipples)

Really rough stuff. What happened to the State Department? 4 out of 5 (MM)

Not upto Powerone's high standards. 2 out of 5

Disappointed, no character development, just slam bam thank your mam 1 out of 5 (elton)

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Author Information

Powerone resides at the beach in San Diego where scantily clad females
forever perk his imagination.

A prolific, best selling author, he captivates readers by bringing them into the minds of both male and female lead characters. With vivid description and rich detail, Powerone draws readers
into a world often found only in fantasy and leaves them aching for more.

 


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