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Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: AMAZON ISLAND 4
Published: 21.04.2025
Story Codes: Snuff, Lesbian, Violence, Young Ones
Synopsis: What happens when a Pharmaceutical company develops a female sex stimulant they appropriately call Amazon Lust Drug, or for short, ALD, that proves to be so effective that a woman who takes or is given a massive dose will enthusiastically engage in violent and deadly sex acts? Extremely wealthy female top executives, all of them lesbian, put their total power to good use to ensure they are all properly entertained by captive women they feed their extreme sexual stimulant, and then put them through their paces, usually their last — too good to be true, you say? — then check this out.
Amazon Island 4
The private island on the world’s largest river had a paved airstrip capable of handling a Boeing 767, and the society owned three of these craft, picking them up at bargain basement prices from an airline company that had fallen into receivership. In addition to these they had obtained two army-surplus Hercules aircraft.
These had been altered so that they were capable of transporting large animals. Two of the big transport jets were designed on the outside as freighters, and were dedicated to transporting supplies, as well as the continual flow of beautiful young females collected from around the world, ranging in age from six to twenty-six.
They would fly their new human specimens to a secret collection facility in what also served as a fruit distribution warehouse next to an industrial airport in Barbados. Once a week one of the big jets would transport a fresh supply of human cargo along with other operational supplies to the Amazon Island.
This was in order to replace those young women right down to little girls who’s lives had been expended in the violent sex sports and demonstrations at the retreat. It was a smooth operation, with movement on and off an aircraft conducted inside a maintenance hanger, out of sight of customs, immigration and the curious.
Many of the lesbian Society’s women used their own corporate jets to come to their private island on the Amazon River, with a dummy hotel set up to handle the crew, who knew nothing of the remote island’s real purpose. To them it was just a place where their powerful employers met to negotiate and make plans for corporate deals. Others of the women took advantage of the third of the Society’s jets, this one outfitted very comfortably for its first class passengers.
The Society assembled a private zoo stocked with large game including a dozen both African and Asian bull elephants, rhinos, hippos, lions, Bengal tigers, wild boar, wart hogs, buffalo, wildebeest, brahma bulls, four massive grizzly bears, several huge crocodiles and a pair of 35-foot giant pythons.
This very exclusive lesbian Society had assembled an incredible stable of hundreds of gorgeous young women and girls from around the world, with meager accommodation for 300 but with usually more than 1,000 in the cramped dormitories, ready for use and sexual abuse that was so severe and extreme that it frequently resulted in their death.
Their demise was never by accident, but always the outcome of careful design, and was the very intent of the violent exhibitions in which they participated. These captive females were all temporary guests of the island, as their life expectancy was numbered, on average, in weeks. Only those who became pregnant would live longer, because there was a special use for them.
There was a stable of 50 specially recruited female sex slaves procured in America, South America, Europe, the Middle East, Asia, South East Asia, Australia and Africa who were given the sole responsibility to service the female Society members in their beds. Most of the members traveled with their favorite concubines, but the island retreat was always able to accommodate any of the owners’ special requests.
All of the island’s lesbian concubines had been given extensive training to ensure their wills had been completely broken, and that they were compliant and skilled to provide any request of their bed host. Every morning the women voted on the performance of the girl who had serviced her that night, and at breakfast the girl with the lowest score was the entertainment; she was impaled.
The pole that ran through her was planted near to the doorway of the owners’ lodge, as a sign to the others that their fate would be the same if they did not perform to the high standards expected of them by the high-powered women they serviced. At the end of the day the pole was moved to join others at the far side of the garden.
This way the decaying bodies of impaled girls were on display, but at a distance that the smell of decomposing flesh in the day’s heat did not interfere with the enjoyment of the sight of the completion of their demise. Since the retreat had gone into operation there were several new vulture families living in the area.
Several of the captive concubines had their hands amputated at the wrist while others had their feet amputated at the ankle, providing them with natural large flesh dildos with which to bring pleasure their owners. These amputees were the only group of captive women on the island who ranged from slender to stocky in physique.
They were assigned nightly for bedroom duty according to the wishes of the woman they were to service. All of these service girls had also had extensive surgical enlargement and lengthening of their tongues, which allowed them to easily reach and tease the cervix or deep inner colon of their hosts, which was a usual form of foreplay for more extensive activity.
One of the lesbian women, the President of her African country, had the capacity to take into her womb a stocky leg right up to the knee, as long as the foot had been amputated, thanks to some surgical internal alteration. She would often take both feet and and legs of an athletic ten-year-old child into her womb, urging her naked little female bed-partner to kick as hard as she could, providing her with a very stimulating leg fuck.
She would force the little girl, who’s arms would be tightly bound behind her, to keep up the heavy kicking for half an hour, until the child was sweating like a little pig. At the moment of her host’s orgasm one of the female slave keepers would decapitate the sweat-slicked child to enhance the sadistic lesbian woman’s wild sexual enjoyment.
The child’s shapely little body would be impaled in the garden, with her head topping the impaling pole, a full foot above the stump of the child’s neck. The women would take pleasure in observing it, recalling their pleasure at having watched the little cuntlet being decapitated after foot-fucking one of them.
All but a handful of the hundred and fifty staff were female. All women and girls brought to this isolated and secretive island were made permanent residents of the six square mile island, with no need for either privacy or freedom. River piranha and large alligators guarded against escape, and without shopping malls, movie theaters or health insurance, a payroll was unnecessary.
Pension savings contributions were also unnecessary because special arrangements were made that none of the young female employees on the large wooded island would reach the age of 27. That was an easy policy to adhere to because of the severe plans for all ladies and girls brought here. The only positive for them was that their early death would be under the influence of extreme lust, and they would be fully complicit in their own deaths.
Because all groups of women, no matter their assigned role, were at severe risk and could die at any time in an outrageous event, new recruits were brought to the island regularly, and were promptly put into training and development programs to prepare them for their intended specialty.
The most demanding role was that of animal handler, because of the many large and dangerous beasts they would be required to deal with on a daily basis, but sloppy work simply meant an exciting accident was likely, with outstanding results for the woman and any lucky witnesses.
Rather than pay them, it was much more cost effective for the Society to arrange for all of the female staff, on a timely basis, to become one-night entertainers, zealously engaging in lethal events for the amusement of the lesbian founders of the Society. For this they would be provided the lust drug to induce mindless cooperation.
This made them eager to please the members with their extreme over-indulgence in perverse sexual entertainment and/or bestial sex. With the drug they would readily and happily take into themselves impossibly large animal sex organs to be fucked to death in one of the entertainment pits or in The Stadium.
When the members tired of them, any captive worker could be given a massive dose of ALD. She would then be permitted to eagerly climb a ladder to mount herself on the top of a ten-foot-long pole, inserting the end into her vagina or rectum, as if that brought her immense sexual pleasure.
When she could restrain herself no longer, she was allowed to gradually slide seductively down its length, the pole gliding its length through her so that she became fully impaled, to be displayed as what was humorously referred to by Society members and by the female cunt-handlers as a bitch-ka-bob.
For the next week her beautiful carcass would serve as an additional enticing decoration in the garden of poles, where in the jungle heat she would begin deterioration quite soon, and become advanced vulture food within hours. This ending was not for the faint of heart, but the ALD made them eager participants.
Once they’d taken the drug, for the other female servants just the thought of joining her would bring them to orgasm. Conditioning at the jungle retreat was so thorough that the women who had experienced the heaviest events were ready to participate in similar abominations, and were sexually driven to do so.
Thirty-foot-long by one-foot-wide bands of dyed silk from India, designed for turbans, were wound tightly around the staff women’s waists like a sash to define their standing and role by color. These severely and painfully cinched their waists, reminding them constantly of their special status.
It was an elegant system, without hiding their sexual charms. All of the household help wore yellow bands, serving girls wore red bands, cunt handlers wore green bands and animal handlers, by far the most dangerous role, wore bright orange bands around their waist. These waistbands were all that defined these women and girls from slaves.
These service ladies were otherwise naked, and were required at all times to wear spike heeled open top shoes, which proved to be a challenge outdoors, particularly in sand and soft soil, but added to the entertainment value they provided. Their comfort was of no interest of their owners, who wished only to be amused and entertained by the captive cunts’ provocative appearance and activities.
Most of what they did and how they were required to do it was carefully choreographed to conform with the wishes of their captors. The short life of women on this lesbian island was in no way meant to be pleasurable until the ALD was administered, and that was only to create within them the pain of insatiable lust so that they would do the unthinkable in a vain attempt to satisfy the ache in their loins and in the pit of their stomachs.
All but the slave women, held to be expended in bizarre sports, were given a mild dose of the ALD when they arrived on the island, and it was maintained at a level that made them sexually stimulated rather than repulsed by the horrors they witnessed and sometimes assisted with regularly.
They would otherwise certainly have rebelled. What happened here redefined lust and was entirely counter to love. Women who would normally have been extremely disgusted by what they saw instead took interest in it, and in seeing it through, simply to satisfy an ache in their chests and groins produced by the drug.
Passion was fueled by the amazing female lust-stimulant, and the women who consumed it were consumed by it. Those given the massive doses were taken directly onto a one-way highway to a violent and highly erotic and exceedingly entertaining death. In a word, these captive cunts were fucked.
THE END OF CHAPTER FOUR