The Island Chase

Her name is Candy, although that wasn’t her real name. It was the one she introduced herself as to people who didn’t deserve her real name and were only looking for a quick suck or fuck. She was slightly tall, always wearing ruby red heels, with long bright red hair and green eyes.

She woke up with a monster of a headache, groaning and curling up in her bed with a soft whine. “Noooo. I drank too much again,” she whines, pouting. “Liiiiiz. Are you home? Bring me some tylenol!”

…no answer. Typical. Liz was dealing with college so she tended to be gone a lot, only home on the weekends when Candy would be snoring her way through the days. She sighs, squirming a bit, stretching and rubbing a hand over her stomach, brushing the edges of her cute pajama top. It had lace around the cups and was a dark red, along with a little pair of short shorts that she loved to wear when she could get away with it.

She couldn’t find her phone by blindly groping about the bed, so she opens her eyes with a grunt.

This was not her bedroom.

…also not a surprise. Sometimes she slept at a client’s home, but this was much, much more a hut than an actual room. She looks around curiously, tossing the rather thin blanket to the side as she got up. “Uh…hey, dude? You here?” she calls out, stretching again with a yawn. “I need some pain relief! I’ll suck you off if you give me a hydro!”

Nothing. The small room was circular, a window open to a…bright open sky and a beach nearby? The bed was made of straw, and the floor was dirt. Everything felt…really, really odd.

There was a radio in front of the door, with a ‘pick me up’ sign on it.

Eh…can’t be worse than what she’s in, right?

She slowly walked to it, grimacing at the rocks of the dirt floor poking her tender feet, picking it up before quickly going back to the bed to sit. “Uh. Hello?”

“Hello hello hello! Contestant number one million and fifty-five! Candy, is it?” came a far too excited voice, and she winces a bit, before blinking.

“Contestant? Oooh, did I win something nice, baby?” she squeals excitedly, kicking her feet against the floor as the voice laughs.

“Not entirely, sweetheart! You’re more the prize at the end.”

“Oh, I know I am, sugar.” She pauses, frowning. “Wait. No. How did I get here? What’s going on?”

“Now, now! Don’t you worry! I’ll explain everything if you wait so patiently for me! First thing’s first, look out that window for me.”

She hesitates, then stands up, staring out the window.

The beach is expansive. Beautiful. Not a trace of muck or garbage in sight. Shells litter the edges that then get swept away by a wave now and then, birds chirping and calling as the sun shines through without a cloud in the sky.

“It’s real pretty out here,” she says to the radio, “but I thought we had storms coming? And that I lived in the city…?”

“Right, sweetheart! You are on an island far out in the Pacific, the only ones aware of this island being government officials and I can assure you, they will not interfere…”

“I-Interfere with what?” her heart starts to tremble a bit, swallowing thickly.

“Why, in our game of course! Now, let me explain, questions at the end, please!”

She sits, dumbly, on the bed, staring at the radio in disbelief.

“We’ve done this many many MANY times, we have this down to a science, my dear! Let me assure you that you will come out unscathed at the end of this! Unscathed, but enslaved. There is no getting around that.” The voice chuckles darkly, and she chokes on her air, hand fisting in the fabric of her shorts. “Everyone’s rules are different, yours included! Since you’ve done many, many things over the years-and we know what those are-your points are lowered. You have skills in oral, and vaginal, but as far as we could tell, you were an anal virgin! Is this correct?”

She sucks in a breath. “Th-That’s none of yer business, pervert!”

“Oh, honey…it very much is.” The voice laughs again, making her feel like her breath was coming faster. “Doesn’t matter! Everyone loves a little anal here. So, your rules are as follows: the first man to fuck your mouth, fifty points! The first at your pretty little cunt, fifty as well! But the first man to break your anal cherry gets a whopping hundred if he does it with lube, and thousand if none! One thousand, five hundred with no stretching! We WILL be watching, and we WILL know.”

“Wait-what-what are you talking about?!” she asks almost frantically, her hand going to her hair and tugging at it, rocking in place with a keen. “What do you-“

“Ah ah ah! Questions at the end! Shush!” She lets out a tinny wail, her head bowing to the bed as the voice continues on. “After points, you’re a target! Target for what, you ask? There’s a lot of very powerful people-men and women alike-who pay good money to…how shall we say…have a little sport. The main goal of this game is to get you nice and pregnant!”

“WHAT?!”

“My, you’re quite the interrupter,” the voice laughs at her frantic panic, hopping up from the bed and pacing around. “Yes, that’s the game you’re currently enrolled in. You may not see it, but there’s a small tattoo on your left ass cheek, specifying what ‘game’ you’re in. Therefore, if those who opted in to say, win a pet slave or a free use slave, see you, they’ll know that the way to get you is through impregnation…or bribery.”

“I-I have an IUD!” she blurts out, panic crawling in her veins. “I don’t-I don’t want to-I never-“

“We took that out, of course!” the voice cheerily replies. “We injected you with additional hormones to ensure you were working in tip-top shape! Shouldn’t take long, not at all! And we test you, each day, along with a DNA test to ensure your captor is the one they say they are! Let’s see…duh duh duh, oh yes! There’s several safe houses amongst the island. They won’t protect you from anyone, but they contain food, water, and sometimes a clean bathroom! I think that’s everything! Any questions?”

“Why?” she starts to sob, screaming as the reality starts to set in. “Why me? Why, how, how did you even-“

“Someone paid to see you, my dear,” the voice hums softly. “They paid, and when we got enough money, we were sent to retrieve you for this game. You’re quite pretty. You have half an hour to eat and protect yourself, and then it’s free reign. Toodles!”

“Wait!”

The voice was gone though, no matter how many times she kept pressing the button, tears in her eyes as she blubbers and sobs.

This was a nightmare! Yeah! That’s all it was! Or a really stupid prank by, by Jamison! Yeah! That fucker! She was going to rip out his goddamn nose ring after this! Yeah! Yeah!!!

She curls up into a ball and just cries, uncaring that time ticks by until a loud horn blares nearby, startling her.

“To all attendants: Game involving contestant one-million and fifty-five has begun! The points on oral and vaginal are diminished, but this one is an anal virgin! Remember, if you wish to cash out your points as either prizes or bribery towards a certain contestant you wish to own, you must use your radio before the end of your time limit! That is all. Thank you!”

That was her.

That was her number.

She had to hide.

They…they knew where she was, right? Right. Right! They had to!

She did a super dumb thing…and hid under the bed.

It was a tight fit, her breasts pressing against her and she cursed the fact that she was so well-endowed now. Two beautiful handfuls that she used to her advantage, with one having been pierced with a small stud. It hurt now, pressed against the ground, but she grit her teeth and kept quiet, not daring to move at all.

Her head hurt. Her stomach hurt now that she thought about it. She couldn’t move. Couldn’t chance it.

Maybe…maybe it was wrong to think so, but maybe they were all distracted with other ‘contestants’ on the island? Hopefully??

No, they weren’t.

She could hear someone outside, and she distantly thought about trying to hurry and lock the door, but a quick peek showed her that no, the door didn’t even have a knob on it!

This place was really all against her, wasn’t it…

She stifles her breathing with her hand as someone shoves the door open, humming a delightful tune. She can only see their ankles at this angle, but it’s a man and someone else, both of them whistling.

“Ain’t here,” says one with a grunt. “Damn. Think she hightailed it?”

“Nah,” says the other man. “I watched the door.”

“Guess you’re caught, girlie.”

She screeches when the bed is roughly yanked up and off her, scrambling up and racing to the door only for one of them to grab her hair and yank her back roughly, grunting as she hits the ground with a howl of pain. “No! No! Let me go, please! Please don’t do this!”

“You into anal?”

“Nah. I like chokin’ ’em.”

“Nice. Get the rope.”

She hisses and growls and fights as best she can, but somehow they’ve got a rope and it goes around her arms that are roughly yanked behind her, leaving her with only the ability to kick.

They’re both rather handsome men, one looking like he’s never skipped a day in gym, and the other like a casual CEO sort of guy, but all she can think of is them fucking her in this dirty little hut, and she hisses and kicks some more. “Let me go! Fuck you! Fuck all of ya’ll! I’ll kill you!”

“Oooh, hear that, J? She’s gonna kill us,” taunts the one grabbing her ankles, forcing her thighs open as he sits between them. “Ain’t that something.”

“Yeah, I’m so scared. Keep bitin’, sweetheart, c’mon,” the other says, slapping her cheeks and making her bite at his hand, only for him to roughly shove in a ring gag through her teeth, buckling it tight around her head that it bites into her skin.

She bucks fiercely, trying to throw them off, but they pin her down as if she weighs nothing, the man above her face aiming his cock at her now open mouth and shoving it so far down her throat she chokes hard. His hands dip down her shirt, peeling the cups down her bouncing breasts and twisting the pierced one with a laugh, making her howl. “Oh, she got tight then~ hot. Hurry up already, fuck her cunt.”

“I’m getting there, geeze.” The other just tugs her shorts down her squirming thighs, stroking his large cock and pressing it against her dry entrance, forcing himself in her. There was wetness on his cock, didn’t feel like pre, so it must have been slick from another contestant.

She howls around the cock in her throat, belly trembling as he forces himself through her tight walls, slicking up after a moment since she still was running off the adrenaline of last night’s gig.

“Fuck yeah, she’s wet, that’s pretty nice~ I always can make ’em wet,” the man says, rolling his hips as slow as if it were a sunday stroll, Candy choking under ‘J’ who just keeps his cock down her throat, hands groping at her tits without a care.

“Weirdo. C’mon honey, sooner you get me off, sooner I’m outta your pretty mouth,” he croons, his hand gripping her throat just then and making her cough, body trembling and squeezing around both cocks trying to force them out. His other hand kept squeezing and rolling her pierced nipple between his fingers, tugging at the piercing just to see her kick and fight some more.

Her tears mix with the dirt below her as her head is forced back a bit, the cock lodging so deep in her throat she can’t breathe as he starts thrusting very slowly. The man below starts fucking into her faster, holding her kicking legs around his waist so hard bruises are appearing on her thighs, squelching echoing in the cabin as one of his hands slides down to thumb at her clit.

She bucks and squeals, swallowing sharply, only to gag when J moans and cums down her throat, forcing her to swallow it all, something she rarely does because she hates the taste. She’s left coughing and gagging when he pulls out, her tongue hanging out due to the gag as he presses his cock against her breast, smearing cum over it before pulling her shirt back up.

The other man groans, thrusting harder as she heaves and coughs, body twisting and squirming on the floor as J leans back with a sigh, idly stroking his cock as if to get hard again, using his other hand to tug up her hair and use it to clean himself off with. “If you keep going too long, Imma piss down her throat.”

She shrieks, squirming harder and pleading through gurgles as the other man groans, thrusting faster. “Damn, she don’t like that at all. Nice~ yeah yeah, I know you wanna use that blonde bitch we saw earlier, hang on.” He leans over her with a grin, her bright green eyes pleading with him not to cum inside her as he starts to grind down against her, making her shiver. “Hey, honey. I don’t want no kids, but I do like racking up the points. Don’t worry, I’m sterile. God, you’re pretty though. Love it when they squirm.”

He then pinched her clit and twisted, and her body arched up hard with a scream as he thrust in hard, cumming deep inside her as he groaned, slowly pulling out with a whistle as she starts to leak cum onto the ground, letting her plop to the ground and pant there with a whine.

“You gonna leave her like that?” he asks, standing up and dusting his thighs off as if he had been the one to get dirty. J grunts, standing up as well with a stretch.

“I’ll take the gag, it’s mine. But she can stay tied up. Folks like that kinda shit. Makes it easier one whoever gets her ass.”

The other man laughs as J unbuckles the gag, pulling it free as she spat cum onto the floor, curling up on her side as she pants, trembling in place with a small whine. The man lightly kicks her thigh. “Don’t worry, honey, you’ll get your ass filled soon, I bet.”

The men high-five, then leave her to her crying.

Candy has no idea what to do from here.

…especially since her arms are now out of commission.

All she can do is let herself pass out, tears shining on her face, cum on her lips and leaking out of her pussy.