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.