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AUTHOR’S NOTES: Vaguely inspired by the 1970s television series by the same name — about the mysterious Mr Roarke, who runs a unique resort island in the Pacific Ocean that can fulfil any fantasy requested by guests, but they rarely turn out as expected. I enjoyed the 2020 film version, directed by Jeff Wadlow, but wished it could have been a lot darker. I also notice that there is a 2021 television version with its first season released, but I haven’t caught up with that. So my thought was to make Roarke into a female figure. Maybe androgynous? And be more like an evil puppet-master drawing the unsuspecting “victims” into her web of twisted fantasies; that the demonic forces within the Island seem to be only too pleased to amplify.
STORY CODES: Supernatural, Religious themes, Transgender, Age-Play/Young, Demonic/Satanic, Abuse, Corruption, Evil, Devil Worship, Rape, Snuff, Black Mass, Cannibalism, Abortion, NC, Sex Demons, Transformation.
CREATED: 01.01.2026 (V25)
Phantasy Island 5
Where only your “darkest fantasies” come true
SYNOPSIS OF PHANTASY ISLAND
Imagine a place where all your wildest fantasies could come true — this is the promise of the famed “Phantasy Island”. Now imagine you’re one of the lucky competition winners who have won the opportunity to be invited to this luxurious, but remote tropical paradise. You will be welcomed by the exotic and enigmatic Dr Ursula Roarke — an exotic delight that seems to be all knowing, all seeing — and like a ring-master, with the crack of her whip, the fantasy circus begins. What you didn’t know was that there’s a dark side to Phantasy Island. Are you in your fairy tale fantasy or a victim of Dr Ursula Roarke’s twisted nightmares?
CHARACTERS
- Dr Ursula Roarke (appears to be maybe 28, but of an unknown age) — an exotic islander, who is enigmatic, beautiful (and androgynous), the host of Phantasy Island
- Tattoo (35) — an ugly, twisted, dwarf-like man who is Dr Ursula Roarke’s assistant
- Ahe (16) — a young male porter, rather effeminate
- Hoku (20) — a young hostess (and a demon) on Phantasy Island
- Te Ino (50) — a native running the Laka Jungle School
- Rupert (36) and Susan (35) — fantasizing about spicing up their sexless marriage, he’s given a magick cream that will take their romance around an unexpected turn.
- Mei Ng (21) — Mei dreams of a shortcut to fame and fortune, but meeting Donald Wild (52), a movie director seeking a starlet for his horror/snuff film, may not prove to be the break she seeks.
- Lily (50) — Child psychologist. Lily sees herself as a saviour of her troubled youth. But she has some troubles herself, secretly desiring sex with vulnerable boys and girls.
- Mary (21) and Joseph (23) — Mary is deeply delusional and overly religious, seeking her unborn child to become the next messiah, while her husband, Joseph, hides his true sexuality. Together with Father Tristan, things are going to get a little fucked up.
MAP OF PHANTASY ISLAND
“Of all the things you choose in life, you don’t get to choose what your nightmares are. You don’t pick them; they pick you.” — John Irving
PHANTASY ISLAND – CHAPTER ONE (2,727 WORDS)
The sky had been extremely dark and ominous.
The turbulent storm had been fearsome and threatening. Lightning. Thunder. Gale-force winds. But as quickly as it brewed, the sky began to clear. The azure blue punched through the rushing grey clouds and seemed to chase away the intense anger and brooding horrors that festered above. A calm at the storm’s eye.
A lightness of the heart, mind and soul replaced the grey-blackness of foreboding. A restoration of the Island’s temporary beauty and fake tranquillity.
The beautiful and enigmatic Dr Ursula Roarke and her trusted assistant, Tattoo (the ugly dwarf), looked up. They heard the distant sound of the resort’s seaplane. Dr Roarke knew that the new guests would arrive very soon, filled with their hopes and dreams; with desires of the heart, unfulfilled.
And in turn, the demonic forces would rise from the island’s bloodied earth, demanding their sacrifice from the husk of their humanity; devil mouths, ever hungry and ready, to feast upon these hapless souls. It was the dance. The fire dance. The volcanic dance. She was the lover who licks your lips away and casts you down into her gaping vagina of molten sin.
It was a process that Dr Ursula Roarke knew all too well … And dare she say … thoroughly enjoyed.
Oh, such perversity. Such delightful pain. Such euphoric suffering. Such unholy divinity — for it was never the same — even the doctor could never anticipate everything that Phantasy Island had in store. After all, the evil island had a life of its own. A will of its own. It would be the single determination of fate. But what would be sure — would be the unfortunate outcomes — that evil would surely prevail. An unstoppable force unleashed upon the hapless victims of their folly. From light to dark. From pleasure to pain. From hope to hopelessness.
All those dreamy visions were to be crushed in the sweltering heat of the Island’s inferno of depravity and sexual perversion. Her shecock stirred. She was turgid again. Rejuvenated. She gripped her girth and slowly stroked herself. Hermaphroditic pleasures. Yes, she needed fresh blood, urine, and semen.
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Rupert’s Fantasy
Susan and Rupert Mending were in their mid-thirties. The spark was no longer in their marriage. It was dull, boring, and sexless. But the visit to Phantasy Island promised to change that — or so they hoped. They waited patiently for Dr Roarke to attend to them.
“Susan and Rupert,” said Dr Roarke, referring to her notes, “Welcome to Phantasy Island.”
“Thank you, Dr Roarke. We’re both so happy to have been chosen,” answered Susan.
As Rupert shook Dr Roarke’s hand, he felt a sudden jolt of electricity — an erotic vision flashed across his mind. Darkness. Naked. Horny. Sweaty. Sin. Sodomy. Hermaphroditic. As he let go of the Doctor’s hand, the vivid images disappeared.
“I … I …” he gasped.
“You need some champagne,” answered Dr Roarke on his behalf.
“Are you okay, my dear?” asked his petite and demure wife, “You want to sit down?”
He was still blinking. His forehead was wet. His legs were still shaking.
“I don’t know what came over me. My apologies, Dr Roarke …”
“There’s no need to apologize, Mr Mending.”
Just then, one of the exotic waitresses appeared with two champagne flutes filled with bubbling liquid. Rupert took one, without another word, and swallowed in one gulp.
“Susan,” said Dr Roarke, “Why don’t you try the buffet? I believe the oysters are fabulous?”
Susan turned to her husband.
”I think I will try the buffet,” she said, as she turned a walked away, leaving Dr Roarke and her husband alone.
Rupert said nothing and just watched her walk away.
“What’s … going on?” he demanded.
“You saw something? Something you cannot explain. Am I right?” asked Dr Roarke.
“Well, eh … yes …”
Dr Roarke moved closer to Rupert so that the pair of them were able to whisper. She placed a small metal container into his hand. It was one of those you’d expect to be filled with lip balm or some ointment-type medication.
“What’s this?”
“Your wicked fantasy. It’s a concoction prepared specially for your desires. Just tell your wife that it’s a love cream that the doctor has prescribed. Make sure you rub it generously on her clitoris every night before and after sex,” said Dr Roarke, “Just remember, Phantasy Island is filled with strange magick … anything is possible.”
Rupert agreed. His mind was still reeling from his strange vision. He had seen something supernatural. Something sexually depraved. He blushed at its graphic nature. It had only been for the briefest of moments. Nothing more than a glimpse. His cock stirred, and his balls tightened. Though his mind immediately rejected it as impossible. But he couldn’t deny that he’d felt something in his groin. The sexual stirring he knew he longed for.
Just then, Susan returned with a plate of delicious delights from the buffet.
“Remember, every night,” repeated Dr Roarke, as she walked away.
“Sorry, did I miss something?” asked Susan.
“Not at all. The good doctor just prescribed something for us … to make things … more special … more romantic.”
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Joseph’s Fantasy
Joseph and Mary appeared to be a loving couple. Joseph was twenty-three, and his tiny wife was twenty-one and was already expecting their first child. They both looked so radiant. The doting husband and the happy mother to be. They seemed to stand out from the throng of other beautiful people that gathered in the great hall, as if so divine light shone from within them. Mary appeared to be much smaller than her husband, holding tightly onto Joseph’s arm, as they both sipped on champagne in tall crystal glasses. While most of the guests dressed in skimpy beachwear, they both dressed in an ultra-conservative way.
“It’s so beautiful here,” said Mary, her hand caressing the bulge in her tummy.
Though the soon-to-be parents looked picture perfect, to Dr Roarke’s practised eye, she saw other things. Predictably, Mary had shared with the doctor her dream of serving their god. The Abrahamic god. Maybe he would answer her prayers? She wanted a heavenly child. One that would grow up to serve god as she did. So pious. It had the usual traits of religiosity’s martyrdom.
”God willing, we may find our prayer answered here,” added Mary, “Though this is Phantasy Island, I feel it’s our destiny. Our calling … Dr Roarke.”
Martyrdom, they could do in Phantasy Island. Suffering for one’s faith. Extreme suffering. Yes, Phantasy Island was the right place for this. Dr Roarke considered the possibilities. However, the doctor sensed a far more interesting hidden fantasy percolating inside Mary’s disenchanted husband. A much more perverse fantasy. A craving for cock, unfulfilled and bizarrely tainted with demons, black magick, occult, even abortive rape.
Yes, this was far more the way of Phantasy Island. Immediately, she thought to introduce them to Father Tristan Moore, who had just returned from his assignment in one of the darkest parts of the volcanic jungle — the home of a tribe of fearsome cannibal natives that worshipped an evil demonic entity — it was certainly an excellent place for martyrdom — a place of rape, human sacrifice, and lust for human flesh.
“I am sure you will find destiny here on Phantasy Island,” answered the enigmatic doctor, her eyes focused on Joseph, rather than Mary, as the words slipped from her mouth.
Joseph’s eyes sparked for a moment, then dipped in shame, guilt, and fear of his own darkness.
Of course, at this time, Dr Roarke had many other guests to attend to, but this delicious morsel of immortality, coupled with Mary’s dull-wittedness of religiosity, could not pass her by without some direct involvement. Just at that moment, as if on cue, Father Tristan appeared.
“Ah, Father. You are here!” said Dr Roarke, “Returned from the mission?”
“Yes, Dr Roarke,” replied the Father, dressed in his traditional Roman collar and black robe, “A good day’s trek.”
His eyes danced excitedly across the sight of the young, handsome couple. The doctor knew intuitively that they would stir his loins too. Such sodomitic delights could await them.
“This is Joseph and Mary Jacob,” introduced Dr Roarke, “They just arrived today.”
“Well, well … Joseph … Mary … such biblical names of importance … welcome, welcome to Phantasy Island,” responded the evil priest, taking Joseph by the hand and pumping it enthusiastically.
”Thank you, Father,” said Joseph, looking just a little overwhelmed.
“Parents-to-be, Father,” interjected Dr Roarke, “They ask the island for a special child.”
Unbeknownst to the couple, the evil priest and the perverted doctor had previously shared ideas about Mary’s dream — an evil variant of course — where the child to be conceived may never go full term, but possibly the mother and fetus would become a delicacy for his murderous brethren in the so-called mission.
“Therefore the Lord himself will give you a sign,” quoted the wayward priest, “Behold, the virgin shall conceive and bear a son, and shall call his name, Emmanuel.”
Mary hugged her husband’s arm tightly.
“And you should join the Father at his mission for a while. God be praised, the savages here need spiritual inspiration,” remarked the doctor.
“They have made much religious progress, my dear,” lied the duplicitous priest.
“Ah, but now it’s time for you, and your baby-to-be, to get some private time,” said Dr Roarke.
Just at that moment, a young male porter arrived to assist them with their luggage and to escort them to their accommodation. His long hair was tied in a ponytail, and together with his soft, effeminate features, he was dressed in the usual white clothing that seemed to be the uniform of all the staff of Phantasy Island. His shiny badge announced that his name was Ahe. Dr Roarke could see that the homosexual porter already had Joseph’s complete attention. His cock would be stirring with thoughts of fellatio and sodomy.
”Thank you,” Joseph said, pretending to be just polite to the porter.
”My pleasure, I’m Ahe, let me show you the way … Joseph,” replied the effeminate porter, who smiled knowingly, as he returned the sexual gaze to Joseph.
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Lily’s Fantasy
Lily was fifty years old. She was an enigma unto herself. A child psychologist, known for her charitable work with the less fortunate, the vulnerable, the poor and unloved children of the world. But despite her outward godliness and contributions — she had an itch she couldn’t scratch — a dark side that Phantasy Island seemed destined to amplify.
“Good evening, Lily,” said Dr Roarke, “Can I get you a top-up for that glass of champagne?”
“Oh, that would be wonderful, my dear,” she answered, subconsciously admiring all the young and nubile staff as they went about their duties, “I must admit to feeling a little tipsy, though!”
“That’s only to be expected,” replied the doctor, “Maybe I should escort you to your private suite. I have prepared some information — some videos— for you regarding your request to assist our islands’ most wretched, the orphans of the Laka Jungle School. They are most needy of your guidance.”
“Videos,” mouthed Lily, sipping on her drink.
”I must warn you. Some are rather disturbing. The school is run by a local disciplinarian, called Te Ino. These young ones have only known abuse and cruelty — it’s not their fault, but what happens there — I mean the distressing behaviour.”
“Distressing behaviour?” she repeated subconsciously.
“Come, walk with me. Tell me about yourself. How did you hone your skills with the young?”
Dr Roarke and Lily left the throng of guests in the reception.
”Well,” said Lily, “I do know something about the circle of abuse. Cruelty. You see, when I was a young child, I grew up in an abusive environment. I grew up in an orphanage run by nuns. Pedophile nuns. They would systematically abuse all the children there. I was one of them … I mean, I was one of the abused children …”
”I see,” said Dr Roarke, hiding the fact that she found this very topic arousing, “And what exactly happened?”
“They would force us to fornicate with them and each other. Do perverted, sexual things. Wicked things. Special children were chosen to partake in disturbing acts with the evil Mother Superior. She was the ringleader who forced young girls to suck her breasts and perform cunnilingus upon her. She would object-rape those who didn’t participate willingly. There were ritualised orgies almost every night. While our Mother Superior dressed like a sexual demon.”
”And were you chosen by this … sexual demon?”
Lily didn’t answer, but there seemed to be a hidden understanding between them. Dr Roarke saw that Lily’s vivid description seemed to mirror her raison d’être … but was she the saviour or the perpetrator?
”Te Vahine Tahutahu Uouo,” said Dr Roarke.
”What does that mean?”
“Oh, it may be nothing. Just a phrase I have heard spoken about the Laka Jungle School. Not common knowledge. It translates to the White Sex Witch. Some say she is a sexual demon … maybe something like your Mother Superior?”
Again, Lily didn’t comment either way but seemed intensely interested in the story.
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Mei’s Fantasy
Mei was greeted by Dr Roarke. The doctor gave her a welcoming hug.
“My dear. Welcome to Phantasy Island,” she said.
“Thank you, Dr Roarke,” answered Mei, “I feel very privileged to be here.”
“You say in your request that you seek fame and fortune. To become an actress and to walk down the red carpet. All that attention and glamour!”
“Well, it was my first thought. But actually, I’m not sure. Ever since I arrived here, my mind seems less concerned with these desires. There’s something about this place. I cannot explain … it …it …”
She didn’t finish the thought.
“It seems to know,” answered the enigmatic doctor.
“Yes, yes! That’s the feeling.”
“All I can tell you is to go with the flow. You belong to Lilith, now!”
The words of the doctor seemed to echo in her mind. “You belong to Lilith”. She couldn’t explain it but it seemed to make perfect sense. She must go with the flow and accept whatever happens as her destiny on Phantasy Island.
As quickly as she’d appeared. Mei found herself standing alone among the rest of the guests with her glass of champagne.
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Donald Wild was a fifty-two-year-old film director. His eyes were caught by one of the other guests, Mei, an Asian beauty of twenty-one. She would be perfect for his movie script. Young, attractive, and seemingly desperate for fame and fortune. Unfortunately, snuff films didn’t always end well for their starlets.
Dr Roarke had pointed out the young Asian starlet to Donald some time earlier. She was certainly a good candidate for his newest production, aptly titled “Devil’s Island.”
“Miss Ng? Miss Mei Ng?” asked Donald, imposing himself immediately upon her, “I am Donald Wild. A movie director. And our host, Dr Roarke, has informed me that you are a gifted actress … up and coming … looking for a leading role?”
“Ah, Mr Wild,” answered the eager young actress, “Yes, that’s me. I’m so happy to meet you.”
Donald accepted her soft, young hand and held it in his. He could see it now. Yes, she was perfect. So naive and trusting. Perfect until the bloody end.
”Actually, I’m in the process of filming some test locations in preparation for the full film crew to arrive. Maybe we could use this opportunity to see if you’re right for the part?”
”What is the movie title?” asked the young, naive actress.
“The working title, at the moment, is Devil’s Island. It’s an erotic horror movie. The script does involve some nudity,” he hastily added
“Oh, it does? I’m okay with that,” she answered politely.
”Excellent. I am shooting some test shots in several locations over the next few days in preparation for the production — my financiers are interested in seeing a pilot, and I have procured some local talent to assist with that. It would be fortuitous that you could join me … of course, it may involve some pretend sex scenes … are you okay with that?”
”I am happy to give it a try. I’m new to this. But I am a quick learner. With your direction, I’m sure I could.”
”I would like you to meet Hoku later. She will be participating in the pilot, too.”
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PHANTASY ISLAND – CHAPTER TWO (4,369 WORDS)
Rupert’s Fantasy
After they returned to the privacy of their luxuriously appointed apartment, Rupert told Susan about the special ointment given to him by the doctor. Susan looked a little apprehensive. However, she agreed, and he made special mention to apply it generously to her clitoris before and after sex. She seemed okay with it, in the spirit of trying to bring back their love and passion.
Their apartment was designed with sensuality in mind. Nothing too vulgar, just overtly sexual. The large (almost life-size) erotic paintings of nubile, young naked females, frolicking around ancient Egyptian ruins, didn’t seem to bother her. She remarked how beautifully tasteful they were.
It had been a while since the couple had done anything remotely sexual together. They both were nervously excited. He had followed the Doctor’s orders and applied the special cream, just as she had suggested.
Of course, Rupert was a chronic masturbator. He masturbated furiously whenever Susan was not around. He had recently developed a taste for tranny porn. He loved women with something extra. It didn’t matter to him if their cocks were big or small, or if they had flat chests or fake implants — it was something about the combination of femininity and masculinity that seemed to get him off. Maybe it had something to do with occult images of a demon called the Baphomet — he had become an avid reader of erotic horror — and this bizarre link between demons and trannies made him cum hard. He wasn’t quite sure how this fetish came about. But he’d found that blasphemous tranny porn was the one thing that got him off.
He’d never dared to tell his wife.
Rupert had dimmed the lights and lay naked in bed. He could hear the shower finish. It wasn’t very late, but they both slept early. Tomorrow, he planned to explore more of Phantasy Island. He thought back to his highly erotic jolt and wondered about the doctor’s gender. Was she transsexual?
To Rupert’s complete surprise, after her shower, Susan appeared in the bedroom dressed in a sexy black negligee. The translucent fabric seemed to emphasise her petite body, small, fist-sized breasts, and narrow hips. Had she shaved her cunt? She seemed a little nervous at first. But, as Rupert showed his enthusiasm, she began to do a little sexy dance for him.
She seemed rather animated before him. This wasn’t the usual prudish Susan that he’d come to know. She seemed to be really into it. Thrusting her hips and gyrating before him. His cock was still flaccid, but he was enjoying her horny little show. As she climbed onto his bare legs, Rupert felt her heat. Sexual heat.
As she lifted her negligee, he couldn’t help but notice how pronounced her clitoris appeared. He remembered it as a tiny pee-like thing, but now it seemed to poke out from the tip of her vagina, like a little finger. His cock immediately hardened in response as she climbed onto his erection.
They kissed and moaned into each other’s mouths. Her passion was real. He felt her push him back under he was lying beneath her. Her small hands cupped her breasts, squeezing her nipples in a way he’d never seen her do before. His eyes seemed to be fascinated by her clitoris. With his cock deep in her cunt, his fingers gripped it like a tiny penis and rubbed it back and forth.
‘Aarggghhh,” Susan moaned in response, “Don’t stop!”
As she began to orgasm, Rupert’s eyes glanced around their bedroom. He couldn’t explain it, but in the dull light, it felt as if they were being watched — watched by all the young, nubile girls in the paintings. Maybe it was a trick of the light, but they didn’t seem to be just frolicking — they appeared to be masturbating, all tugging on their protruding clits. No longer just soft and sensuous. No longer tasteful, now they appeared concupiscent, lecherous, and lewd.
Rupert bucked violently as he reached his orgasm. His semen pumped upwards into his wife’s eager cunt.
“Oh, Rupert,” she exclaimed, “That was wonderful.”
Rupert was still on his back when Susan moved across his chest. Her cunt was close to his face.
“Lick me, Rupert,” she groaned.
Again, Rupert was surprised. She began to sit across his face in a reverse cowgirl, facing his legs. This was so unlike Susan. She had never approved of oral sex before. But now she began to grind her cunt across his upturned face. His semen began to leak out of her cunt and over his lips. The taste of his cum made his cock instantly hard again. He felt Susan’s fingers grip his cock, and then she took it into her hungry mouth.
“Aaargghhhhh …” he groaned as she sucked his cock for the first time, as his lips wrapped around her protruding clit.
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Joseph’s Fantasy
Ahe showed the couple to their luxuriously appointed accommodation. The suite had been prepared hypocritically with a kind of bizarre biblical theme — like a chapel with backlight stained-glass windows. They were images that might have resembled their favorite nativity scenes. However, on closer inspection, they bordered on being blasphemous. Only the naive young couple didn’t see it that way. A large iron crucifix, with the completely naked and twisted body of the Christ-fuck, hung from the ceiling just above the bedhead.
Mary was simply overwhelmed with it all. However, Joseph seemed more preoccupied with the attention of the young, attractive porter as he took the time with Joseph to explain how everything in the apartment worked.
“You are most kind,” cooed Joseph, trying to hide his secret erection.
Joseph went to take Ahe’s hand to thank him. But the moment they touched, there was a bright-white flash of light that seemed to trigger a peculiar sensation through Joseph’s entire body. Joseph found that he struggled to let go. The moment seemed to elongate in his mind. He suddenly saw himself and Ahe both standing completely naked together. Their sword fighting, erect cocks, pressed hard against each other. Then, their open mouths crashed against one another, moaning into each other’s mouths as they wildly, tongue-kissed with electric intensity. And then, in a white flash, the sexual vision disappeared.
Joseph let go of Ahe’s hand. Joseph was gobsmacked. Ahe just stood in front of him and smiled back sweetly … enticingly …
“Are you okay?” asked his naive wife.
“Eh, yes, I think so, my dearest. I just had a bit of a dizzy spell. Everything is okay,” replied Joseph, though he didn’t appear to be.
He wobbled and held onto Mary’s arm.
“I will leave you two to enjoy your love play,” said Ahe.
Ahe’s voice seemed to echo in Joseph’s ears … love play … fucking … cocks … rimming … anal sex … piss drinking … mutual masturbation … felatio … frotting … analingus … semen… highly sexualised images filled his consciousness. Joseph’s mind was racing! What had come over him?
”I think you need to lie down,” said Mary, taking her husband and leading him to the bed.
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It was the early hours when Joseph awoke.
His mind still felt completely overwhelmed by his homosexual desires. His cock was extremely hard. It throbbed and leaked precum between his fingers as he masturbated. His cock felt harder than he ever remembered. His pregnant wife was naked as he was, but still fast asleep … comatose.
They’d made gentle love (Mary didn’t want to hurt their unborn child in the process). It had been nice, but Joseph found his thoughts returning to the bizarre experience he’d had shaking the limp hand of the sexy young porter. He’d remembered how he’d felt — the immediate and intensely powerful sexual attraction to him. He knew this was completely wrong. The good book said that “A man should never lie with another man” … yet his sinful cock seemed to disagree.
Just then, there was a soft knock on the door.
Again, he looked down at Mary, who didn’t stir at the sound. He got up and went to the door. On the way, he grabbed a bathrobe to hide his nakedness and his ceaseless, dripping erection. Who could it be at this late hour?
… But he already knew the answer to his question.
The name, Ahe, formed in his mind. Sexy, young Ahe. A hot femboy. His pretty face and girlie hair. The way he moved was much sexier than any woman. Even before he opened the door, he knew it would be the horny young porter. Why was he here in the middle of the night? Sex, of course. He wanted sex with him. Horny, anal-fucking, cock-worshipping-sex. He opened the door …
”Shhhh …” said Ahe, putting his finger to Joseph’s lip.
Ahe stood there in the doorway, completely naked. His young, brown cock was hard cock and dripping with precum. He brazenly stepped forward and opened the front of Joseph’s flimsy bathrobe. Joseph was similarly hard as nails and wet tipped. Ahe embraced him and pulled him by the waist so that their hard cocks pressed together.
”I want you,” he whispered hungrily.
His mouth closed over Joseph’s, kissing him passionately. Joseph’s body quivered all over. It was nothing like the dull experiences with his naive wife. Joseph felt Ahe’s fingers digging in the furrow of his anus, pressing him harder against him as he stood gyrating against one another.
”Did you think of me while you fucked your dumb wife?” asked Ahe.
Joseph didn’t answer. Though the answer was absolutely, yes! He’d felt very guilty at the time, but the shame had only triggered more intensity of perverted arousal. He’d cum inside her, thinking evilly about the two of them fucking the fetus. Of course, Mary had thought it was she who was turning him on, but in fact it was his longing to copulate with the young porter.
Ahe led Joseph back into his apartment. Joseph felt a moment of panic and anxiety as his eyes flashed back to his pregnant bride, lying naked across the bed, still fast asleep.
”Don’t worry. She will hear and see nothing,” whispered Ahe.
”How? How is this even possible?” Joseph whispered back.
“You are in Phantasy Island … am I not an important part of your darkest fantasy?”
Joseph didn’t know what to say. He had never told anyone of his bisexuality. Especially his preference for young native cocks. The younger the better. He’d felt like such a hypocrite — but at the same time had got off on these wanton and sinful thoughts. And he’d certainly never mentioned anything about his sacrilegious fantasies either. Fantasies that involved dark rituals dedicated to pagan lust. He looked flushed with guilt and shame. Yes, he’d thought a lot about young Ahe. He knew he shouldn’t have. But Ahe was right, the young boy was an important part of his shameful fantasies that led to sodomistic orgies and devil worship.
”If you’re worried about sin or punishment, just think about me like a girl — but better — as I have a delicious cock!”
Ahe brought him back to the bed where his wife lay fast asleep. He climbed up onto the bed and stood over Joseph’s sleeping wife. He bent his cock forward, pointed it at her face, and began to piss over her — aiming his yellow spray at her face and hair.
“What the fuck!” said Joseph, thinking it would awaken her.
But it didn’t. Ahe laughed at Joseph’s immediate reaction.
“I mean, don’t waste all that delicious piss on her. Save it for me!” he hastily added.
“That’s more like it!” replied Ahe, grinning wickedly.
The bed had already begun to stink of piss. Joseph quickly knelt in front of Ahe’s piss-wet cock and took it into his thirsty mouth. It was one of his dirty little dreams come true. Ahe’s cock poked upwards into the roof of his mouth, hard and throbbing, as Ahe’s continued to spray his hot, salty piss down Joseph’s throat. Ahe pulled his cock out and soaked Joseph’s upper body.
“Fuck!” cried Joseph.
Ahe pushed Joseph back onto the wet bed, so that he was now lying on his back. Ahe quickly knelt between his spread thighs.
”Maybe later, we should both fuck your sleeping wife? Stick our cocks in her mouth together and piss down her throat?” suggested Ahe, “I bet you’ve never fucked her ass. We can rape her holes together. Feeling our cocks almost touching each other through the thin membrane of flesh between your wife’s cunt and asshole. Fuck that fetus! Wouldn’t you like that?”
The wickedness was like music to his ears. Yes, defile her, together! Yes, they’d abuse his sleeping wife. He’d enjoy doing obscene things together with Ahe. But what were the consequences?
Ahe gripped Joseph’s precum-dripping cock, jerking him off against his own wet pole. Their two cocks slid together between Ahe’s strong fingers. The pleasure was driving Joseph insane. It went against everything that he believed in. He must stop this sexual insanity before it is too late. But it was already too late. He couldn’t deny his obscene fantasies. The young, pretty porter seemed to know exactly how to pleasure him. Not like the clumsy attempts of his boring, pregnant bride.
Joseph’s body quivered uncontrollably. He closed his eyes for only a moment — but as Joseph’s guilty eyes looked upwards at the large, iron crucifix above the bed, he gasped, realising that it was no longer upright. It was now inverted. Christ-fuck was no longer flaccid, but sported a thick, hard cock.
Joseph saw how the stained-glass windows had transformed, too. Now they glowed with obscenities — perverted, homoerotic images of naked boys with androgynous sex demons. This was no doubt the devil’s pleasure, he quickly concluded. Was this the true nature of Phantasy Island? He hoped it was. Could this be his fantasy of complete wickedness?
“See,” said Ahe, “The Devil approves!”
“Mmmmmm!” he moaned, “The Devil be praised!”
Yes, oh yes. The demonic pleasure! Ahe bent forward, so that his mouth engulfed both their cocks into his pretty mouth. Joseph lay back, groaning. He even dared to rest his head against his wife’s comatose stomach — paying no heed to any discomfort that it may cause his unborn child. Caught in Ahe’s dark magick, she didn’t stir. Ahe’s hand pressed down upon Joseph’s stomach, and without even thinking about it, Joseph’s bladder exploded as he pissed uncontrollably down Ahe’s throat.
”Ahhhhgggggggggggg! Ffucccccccckkkk!” screamed Joseph.
Joseph’s eyes looked down at Ahe. He noticed two small horns up his forehead — Ahe was a sex demon — at that exact moment, he began to shake all over, as he ejaculated into Ahe’s evil mouth.
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Lily’s Fantasy
Dr Roarke and Lily arrived at her accommodation.
Her room was decorated in a rainforest theme. Much like the Laka Jungle, she imagined, but with all the modern conveniences. The themed room was large with a huge circular bed. There was the relaxing sound of a waterfall trickling in the background. It even had the aromas of an exotic jungle. The room was adorned with strange native art. There were even examples of the local jungle jewellery and bizarre wooden fetishes — some that resembled phallic dildoes.
There was a massive flat-screen monitor flatscreen and copious amounts of delicious fruit, and exotic drinks. A rain forest fantasy with all the trimmings of luxury.
“Wow, it’s beautiful,” said Lily, “You read my mind!”
“It’s what we do here on Phantasy Island,” replied Dr Roarke, “Now, Lily, I cannot stay long. I just wanted to settle you in. The videos I mentioned are loaded up for your perusal. They are not very clear. Amateur footage at best. As I mentioned, they are somewhat disturbing, but listening to your experience at your orphanage … I think you will get the picture. We do appreciate you being here in Phantasy Island … I’m sure your experience will come in handy with these wayward native children.”
Dr Roarke picked up an evil-looking wooden mask. It had diagonal eye slits cut into it, with the top shaped into devil horns.
”The school has some strange ideas … don’t you think?” remarked the doctor, “Maybe this belonged to Te Vahine Tahutahu Uouo?”
”The White Witch?”
”Maybe … Well,” said Dr Roarke, “I will ask Tattoo to take you up to the Laka Jungle School tomorrow. It will be a long journey, so I suggest you get some rest.”
They said goodnight. Lily grinned to herself. She hadn’t mentioned that being a “special child” meant being more than willing. They say that the abused sometimes become the abusers — in her case, serving the demons meant becoming one of them.
Her cunt began to purr. Her clit pressed against the inside of her pants. She rubbed herself through the loose material, thinking about the village children and looking closer at the native art, Lily quickly realised that the crudely painted native images depicted all kinds of pedophilic obscenities. A kind of jungle version of the Karma Sutra. Human-like figures, some adult size, others much smaller, engaged in very graphic sexual activities — a rape ritual in honour of an evil goddess, maybe?
Lily’s perverse mind was already aroused by the potential wickedness. “Te Vahine Tahutahu Uouo,” (The White Sex Witch) seemed to percolate in her mind.
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Immediately after the doctor left, Lily stripped naked. She left her clothes scattered across the floor.
Her eyes strayed lustily across all the native trinkets that served to decorate her jungle desires. There was a necklace of bone fragments. They could be animal or even human. She hoped they were the latter. She put the necklace on. It felt heavy between her large white breasts. She pulled hard on her thick nipples that stood erect on her saucer-like areolas. Admiring herself in the full-length dressing mirror, she donned the strange wooden mask. Yes, she thought, she looked like the white sex witch. She remembered how she’d been one of the special children, groomed to be more than eager to appease the sexual predators of the orphanage.
She didn’t know what to expect from the video footage, but her curiosity was peaking. She grabbed the remote control and switched on the monitor. She quickly found the video files that the good doctor had described. Disturbing behaviour. She couldn’t wait to know more.
It sprang to life. The videos were initially rather disappointing, only crude, shaky shots in black and white. There was the sound of drums, and the footage was of dancing native boys and girls, dressed only in flimsy dhotis. Their bare bodies were strangely painted with white shapes that resembled bones — their faces painted like skulls. They danced closely together in an erotic ritual, mocking fornication, to the instructions of someone off camera. Though there was nothing too shocking, it still aroused Lily. She began to masturbate. Her fingers found her cunt wet and slippery. Her thick, pronounced clitoris was fully erect, itchy, and very needy of attention.
Maybe the doctor’s idea of disturbing behaviour was very different to hers? But just as she thought that this was all there was to it, the young dancing skeletons began to rip away their flimsy dhotis … leaving Lily a clear view of the boys displaying their erect cocks, and the girls eagerly showing off their wet vaginas. Soon, their excited nakedness turned into what Lily could only describe as a frenzied masturbation dance. The boys fisting their dark-skinned cocks, while the girls fingered their slimy black holes. The boys began to rub themselves against each other. While the girls interlocked their thighs, scissoring wildly. And as they frotted and danced, they all began to chant.
Lily was ecstatic. Her cunt was dripping with their jungle carnality. It looked perverted. Memories of what she’d done with the other “special children” in her orphanage for the Mother Superior came rushing back—how she’d enjoyed the promiscuity and salaciousness. The abuse and torment of the unwilling. The rape of those who refused to worship the demon nuns. Yes, being evil really turned her on. She was close to orgasm already.
Lily turned up the sound, and though the drum beat was most prominent, she could hear the fornicating children chant, over and over, the words, “Te Vahine Tahutahu Uouo! Te Vahine Tahutahu Uouo! Te Vahine Tahutahu Uouo!“
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Mei’s Fantasy
Donald joined his potential starlet on the balcony. Mei had agreed to his flimsy proposal; maybe she’d been too eager. She seemed to be very agreeable. Who knows? There was another young woman with him. He introduced her as Hoku. A beautiful, coffee-colored islander. He’d told Mei that the script called for some lesbian love scenes. He’d told her that in the real shoot, there would, of course, be a body double for the more intimate moments, but he asked if she was comfortable just doing some test shots with Hoku for the pilot.
Hoku was very pretty. Her skin was flawless and tanned. She smiled with bright white teeth, but didn’t say much. Mei felt an immediate attraction to the woman, despite her belief that she was actually heterosexual; she thought it wouldn’t be a bad thing to kiss or even experiment a little with her.
Donald explained the script called for a scene at the cult’s temple of erotica. A kind of erotic interlude where Hoku would seduce her. However, in this erotic horror film, the climactic scene would be that Hoku’s actual intentions were not ones of romance or love, but being the high priestess of a lesbian cult, and that she intended a more sordid end to their affair, for the celebration of their sex goddess, called Lilith.
It all sounded like fun. The special effects would add the touches of gore. There would be a stabbing. Fake, of course. Mei would have to become familiar with her lines, and Donald would just need to complete the pilot shoot over the next few days. With these last words, Donald left Hoku and Mei to talk.
“You are famous?” asked the mysterious Hoku.
Mei laughed.
“No. Not at all. I have been waiting for a real break. I’ve just done a few minor parts. A few commercials. Nothing like this epic. It’s so exciting.”
”You seek fame and fortune?” asked Hoku.
”Well, I thought I did, but now I’m not sure. I am following Dr Roarke’s advice and going with the flow. She said something about “belonging to Lilith” … what does that mean?”
”Phantasy Island has a mind of its own. It knows many things. Just trust in Dr Roarke’s advice.”
It didn’t seem to answer the question directly, but Mei sensed that the belonging had something to do with her being here.
“And you are okay with me … I mean, kissing you?” asked Hoku, breaking Mei’s train of thought.
“As an actress or as a woman?” Mei said, “Honestly … I’ve actually never been asked before.”
”You’re very beautiful,” replied Hoku, “I’m afraid that I might like it too much.”
Now Mei blushed at Hoku’s obvious seduction.
“Why don’t we go somewhere less public?” Mei tentatively suggested.
“Your apartment has a private pool. We could relax there for a while.”
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Mei and Hoku had talked about sunbathing for a while beside the private pool. It seemed a good opportunity to get to know each other. Especially as the movie implied that they were to act as if intimate with each other. Both were in their swimsuits. The pool looked warm and inviting, and both girls jumped in to cool off before relaxing on the large sunbed.
“Have you ever kissed another girl?” asked Mei.
”Many,” answered Hoku, “I am bisexual. I’m attracted to both men and women. Young and old. Here, on Phantasy Island, most of us are bisexual. Some say pansexual. We believe that sex is a gift from our Island goddess. And freely indulge whenever possible.”
”Is this like the same sex goddess that Donald referred to — the one that I get sacrificed to in the movie?”
Hoku laughed.
”It’s the same. Lilith,’ replied Hoku, “Only, we don’t sacrifice women. We fuck women. Lilith wants lust. Lots of hot, naughty lust.”
Mei was surprised but not disturbed by Hoku’s forwardness. In fact, this turned her on even more. She could see where this was leading. Lilith, the goddess of sex. This wasn’t the first time she’d heard this name. Only in her most bizarre of sexual fantasies.
Hoku’s fingers began to play with Mei’s wet hair. Mei’s skin tingled. Hoku’s fingers lingered and gently danced over Mei’s bare shoulders and upper back. It felt deeply arousing and taboo to be touched by another woman. Mei subconsciously licked her lips.
“I see. And if I wanted to kiss you,” asked Mei, “I mean … not just a movie kiss … but a real kiss …that would be okay with the goddess?”
Hoku’s hand slipped inside Mei’s flimsy bikini top and caressed her small Asian breasts. Mei didn’t resist.
”Mmmmm,” Mei moaned in contentment.
Hoku leaned in and kissed Mei’s mouth. Mei responded. She felt Hoku’s fingers gripping the back of her head as she kissed her deeper, pressing their open mouths together, as Mei felt Hoku’s tongue slip between her lips. They tongue-kissed for quite a while. A long while. Then Hoku broke their kiss. Mei felt breathless. Excited. She felt a dampness between her legs that had nothing to do with the wetness of her bikini bottoms.
“Was that real enough?” asked Hoku.
Hoku removed her bikini top.
”Suck my nipples,” she said.
She pressed Mei’s mouth against her erect nipples. Mei’s lips closed around Hoku’s areolas and began to suck each of them. She felt Hoku’s hand snaking its way into her bikini bottom — discovering her hidden wetness.
“Mmm … so wet … you’re really turned on, aren’t you? Hail Lilith! Maybe you don’t want a body double to do the sex scenes with me,” Hoku ventured, “Maybe you secretly want to fuck me with your fingers, mouth, and cunt? Maybe you want to worship the goddess of lust with me?”
Mei was. Melting in this new experience. Hoku was right. Her mind was filled with lust. She wanted to know how it would feel to fuck and suck this delicious islander.
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PHANTASY ISLAND – CHAPTER THREE (3,172 WORDS)
Rupert’s Fantasy
Rupert awake. It was early in the morning. Maybe three o’clock. He’d been awakened by a bizarre dream, the details of which were already fading. He looked across at his wife. Susan stirred. He’d insisted on her following the doctor’s procedure, applying the strange cream directly and generously to her clitoris at every opportunity. If one application had such a dramatic effect, what would happen if they just kept going?
He subconsciously rubbed his semi-hard dick as he remembered how deviant their love play had become. It had been unexpected and amazing. He glanced around at the painted beauties that surrounded their bedchamber. They, once again, appeared as they had done before, inanimate — just young nubile girls, bathing and sharing their nudity as though it was just their natural state.
From outside the privacy of their apartment, he could hear the sound of distant drums. It was a carnal sound. Rather ritualistic. It made Rupert think of pagan sex orgies … of the offering of the Missa Niger … of the worship of baphometic demons.
He gently opened her thighs and began to lick his wife’s bald slit, pressing the point of his tongue directly in between her slippery gash — stirring her clitoris to a glorious erection. His wife quickly stirred in her erotic slumber, but still lay comatose. Rupert soon found her delicious jewel, rising upwards, and began to suck her elongated clitoris between his hungry lips. It felt much larger than it did that evening before — not so dissimilar to the glimpse of his bizarre fantasy for her to have a real cock — a demon cock — that would throb in his perverted mouth.
He pressed a finger into her tight anus and found it sank right up to his second knuckle without much resistance. How would it feel to press his cock inside her arse? To sodomise her, like all the tranny sex videos he so eagerly consumed. Sodomy seemed so much more desirable than plain vaginal sex. He withdrew his finger and sucked it — savoring the flavor of her bowel. Yes, he wanted to fuck her there. Stick his cock into her tight anus and feel the delight of cumming upwards into her poop hole — maybe felching his own semen from her afterwards? These vulgar thoughts made his cock leak with copious precum.
The pagan drums sounded nearer. Those demon drums. Susan began to awaken. Was she annoyed that he had disturbed her slumber? Not at all. Quite the opposite.
“Fuck me,” she said hoarsely, “Fuck me hard.”
Susan never used the “f” word. Rupert climbed on top of her, and as they kissed passionately, his cock pressed directly against her clitoris, which seemed almost as thick and long as his cock. Susan opened her legs wider, inviting him to penetrate her.
“Not there,” she said as Rupert pressed the head of his cock against her wet vaginal opening, “Fuck my arse. Fuck my dirty poophole. Fuck me like a cheap whore!”
Rupert couldn’t believe his ears. This was crazy. Her cunt juice dripped. He pressed his cock against the brown flower of her anus and thrust into her.
“Argghhh … Fuck Jesus! Fuck Gawd!” she groaned.
Her anus was incredibly tight. Not like the looseness of her cunt. Rupert loved the sensation of her virgin shithole. Her fist had closed around her erect clitoris, masturbating just like a tranny, as he fucked her harder and harder to the rhythm of the drums. They seemed to match the beat of his strokes as he thrust in and out of her slimy brown hole.
As he looked up, the paintings had all changed yet again. Their eyes seemed to watch his deviant behaviour — urging him on. Like a chorus of wickedness. No longer in some vague ruins but more like a desecrated church with an inverted cross. They were no longer women, but all well-endowed shemales. Shemale demons. All were watching him. It seemed devil-inspired with horns upon their heads. Urging him on in his sodomistic delight. All seemed close to orgasm. Mutually masturbated. Self-sucking. Fornicating. All pumping the turgid flesh of their huge Baphometic cocks.
“Oh, fuck! Yeah, rape me. Cum in arse! Fuck! More! Arghhh … fuck me harder, I’m cumming … arghhhh!” cried the erotic creature that lay beneath him.
Rupert felt his lover’s spurt ropes of warm seed between their copulating bodies from its clitoris-cock, just at the moment as he began to orgasm, ejaculating inside his lover’s bowels. This wasn’t Susan. This definitely wasn’t his wife. He knew it at that moment. It was his dream. It was his fantasy. A shemale demon. The drum beats came to a crescendo. There was a dramatic pause, and a chorus of sexual perverts cried out to him, from the paintings that now moved like a satanic porn show … cocks everywhere … rubbing, sucking, cumming in large spurting loads.
“Hail Satan! Hail Satan!” they cried.
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Joseph’s Fantasy
“Dugger-dugger-dum! Dugger-dum! Digger-dum! Dugger-dugger-dum! Dugger-dum! Digger-dum!”
Mary looked more than a little worried, to say the least. They had travelled north with Father Tristan. Ahe, the porter, had been assigned to carry their light travel bags. It had been a rather hot, sweaty, and arduous journey. And now, as they neared the native caves off the dormant volcano, the sounds of fierce drumming seemed ominous. Mary held Joseph’s arm tightly as the four of them pressed forward.
“Ah, the Pahu drums! They welcome you and your child to their feast!” lied the duplicitous cannibal priest.
Along the way, there had been other signs that seemed to offer a warning to the wiry mother-to-be. Along the route, she’d observed so many evil-looking things. Were they warnings or devilish tokens? Macabre offerings made from human skulls and bones — some too small to be adults. She remembered the priest saying something to Joseph about the cannibalistic savages needing inspiration — but it seemed to her that they were inspired by evil. What possible good could they bring to this place of darkness? What possible inspiration could she and her child-to-be bring?
“Are these tribes still hostile?” asked Mary, as she began to realise her own vulnerability. “I’m not sure if this is such a good idea!” Her voice was shaken.
“Being a missionary here is never easy, my dear,” replied Father Tristan, “I must admit I was apprehensive before I began to understand their beliefs. Like you, I was initially shocked by their barbarous ways. But these tribes need to know the true god … it’s a slow process.”
“Are we in any danger?” asked Joseph (hiding his hopes that they were).
“Dugger-dugger-dum! Dugger-dum! Digger-dum! Dugger-dugger-dum! Dugger-dum! Digger-dum!”
Father Tristan didn’t answer as their conversation was interrupted by the sound of the Pahu drums — its pounding beat now filled their ears.
They’d arrived at the mouth of a giant cave at the base of the dormant volcano. It seemed that there was no time for doubts. They were there. Safe or not. There was a strong odor emitting from the dark cave. It smelt of burnt things. Obscene things. Sexual things.
“I don’t want to go in,” announced Mary, “I don’t like this place!”
“We can turn back,” reassured Joseph half-heartedly, glancing momentarily at his demon lover, Ahe.
Just at that moment, the sky began to blacken. The clouds above opened up as the tree swayed in the strength of the wind. A deluge of rain began to fall. Heavy rain. Hot, tropical rain soaked them through almost immediately, as if on cue.
“Quick, we must enter to shelter from the storm,” said the cunning priest.
Reluctantly, Mary seemed to accept their fate. Joseph and Ahe entered first. Father Tristan licked his lips and quickly followed them into the dry but ominous darkness.
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Lily’s Fantasy
Tattoo had escorted Lily to the Laka Jungle School. The weather was hot, humid, and unforgiving. It had been a hard day of travel in the jungle heat. Lily was exhausted. Tattoo, on the other hand, seemed to take it all in his stride. A small dark-skinned woman in her late fifties met Tattoo. They exchanged some private words. Lily didn’t quite catch what they were saying as she wasn’t familiar with the native language. They seemed to be in agreement with each other on something, and then Tattoo quickly bid Lily a farewell.
“Welcome, Lily, to Laka Jungle School. I am Te Ino,” said the old native woman, naked from the waist up and dressed only in a simple, black dhoti, “You must be tired after your journey from the Southern Anchorage? Let me take your bags and find you something more suitable to wear.”
Lily had been swearing profusely in the sticky jungle heat. Her body stank. Sweat drenched her hair. She longed for a shower.
“Thank you,” replied Lily.
Looking at the native woman, Lily noticed how her small brown breasts showed no signs of sagging and her body appeared lean and tight. Sexy. Around her neck she wore a bone necklace, similar to the one that Lily had worn, whilst she’d furiously masturbated to the obscene video of the naughty, young boys and girls.
“Dr Roarke has told me all about you,” said Te Ino, “She is most impressed with your personal journey. Like you, I tend to the unloved and unwanted of the flock. Here at the Laka Jungle School, some do as they’re told, and some don’t. We have to keep strict discipline, and my methods can be somewhat unconventional.”
Lily thought about the obscene video of the children dancing naked. Her cunt immediately began to get slick with her slimy cunt juices.
“You will be staying as our honored guest. The amenities here are very basic. You may wish to wash up before I introduce you to the students. There will be a celebration tonight to officially welcome you. They are all very eager to meet you.”
Te Ino and Lily walked the short distance to the edge of an embankment. The river looked cool and promising of relief from the heat. Te Ino removed her dhoti and stepped into the slow-moving water. Lily undressed and followed her. The water was cooling, and soon both women emerged. Te Ino gave Lily a dhoti similar to hers.
“While at the jungle school, this will be more comfortable,” she said.
The dhoti just covered her shaved vagina, exposing her ass and her breasts. Though she didn’t say anything, Te Ino seemed to be fascinated by the size of Lily’s large white beasts and her saucer-like nipples.
By this time, the sun was setting west of Mount Laka. Te Ino and Lily walked until they came to a circle of small doorless huts in the centre of which was a large fire. There were burning torches around the encampment perimeter.
Te Ino showed Lily to her meagre accommodation. The hut was small with a dirt floor, and the bed was nothing more than a small raised platform. The walls were decorated with the same artworks that Lily had seen in her luxurious apartment back in the Southern Anchorage. The crudely drawn images were just as provocative … a cornucopia of sexual perversity. Lily recognised a horned wooden mask — it looked identical to the ones she’d worn whilst masturbating to the doctor’s obscene videos.
“Soon the ritual will begin,” said Te Ino as she placed her bone necklace around Lily’s neck. Just like before, this strange necklace seemed to excite her. Her nipples became erect. Te Ino said nothing as she reached for the evil-looking mask. Lily remembered the doctor’s explanation about the White Sex Witch, but said nothing of her understanding.
“This is the mask of Te Vahine Tahutahu Uouo,” said Te Ino, “You will wear it tonight, during the ritual. It is a symbol of great honor. There will be a ritual dance performed in your honor, and you will be asked to punish several of our most precocious children. Are you okay with that?”
”How do you carry out these punishments?”
”Put on the mask of Te Vahine Tahutahu Uouo, and you will know …” encouraged Te Ino.
It seemed a strange way to answer her question. But Lily did as the old native woman told her. She took the strange mask and put it on. The mask seemed to fit her perfectly. The second it covered her face, she felt its dark magick making her entire body tingle. Her cunt felt like it was literally on fire. Her cunt juices began to gush from within her, soaking her dhoti.
”You feel it?” said the wicked native woman, “The urge of the Te Vahine!”
”Mmmhhhhh …” groaned Lily with the unexpected sensations.
Yes, oh yes! The urge to masturbate, there and then, was intense. She almost doubled over in a bizarre kind of ecstasy as she saw herself standing before an audience of masturbating children. More, show me more! They chanted for cruelty. They danced vulgarly around her. They urged Te Vahine for their ritual pleasure. Wickedness surrounded Te Vahine Tahutahu Uono.
”Become the Te Vahine! Bring us the joy! The joy of the darkness!” cried Te Ino.
A young, naked boy hung before Lily. She saw herself through the eyes of the wicked. Into her aching vagina she’d pressed one end of a V-shaped object. Like a double-ended phallus, made of carved bone. It fitted perfectly — filling her inners — yet standing outwards as if part of her anatomy.
“Yes,” Lily gasped at last, “I see!”
She felt Te Ino remove the mask. The vision stopped, but her tormented cunt continued to growl.
The elderly native knelt between Lily’s aching thighs and pulled her dripping dhoti away from Lily’s enflamed cunt. Her labia were open, dripping, sensitive. Her engorged clit was hard and erect. It poked out from its fleshy hood. Te Ino took it into her mouth and began to suck it eagerly. Her face quickly became soaked in Lily’s cunt slime.
”Gghrrrhhhh …” groaned Lily, gripping the woman’s head with both hands and stabbing her mouth with her over-heated clitoris.
It felt like an act of divinity. As if Te Ino had been expecting this to occur. That she must serve Te Vahine in this libidinous process. The first initiation of sorts, in preparation for a night of perverted sex, humiliation, and torment of those unworthy to offer worship to The White Witch.
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Mei’s Fantasy
Donald had been promised an isolated location for his pilot shot. Dr Roarke had described it as an ancient temple ruin that had been a sacred site for a cult that worshipped the goddess, Lilith. Yes, he thought, this could all be scripted into his flimsy storyline. A cult of lesbians. A death cult. Perfect. He’d done a short visit with the doctor.
There was a near-perfect place for his death scene in “Devil’s Island.” Of course, he hadn’t said any of this to Dr Roarke. As far as she was concerned, this would be just a movie set. Besides the local talent he’d acquired to perform his murderous act, nobody was to know the true plot. There, at the centre of the abandoned temple, was a semi-circular platform that would serve as an altar-bed, beneath a bizarre effigy.
He laughed at it. It was half man, half woman. A long-haired faggot with breasts and an erect cock. He would shoot it to edit out the “cock” part. Fucking faggots, he thought. Transexuals made him sick. All those stupid boys wanting to be girls. Maybe he should do his next snuff film about a faggot that gets his cock cut off. He laughed again to himself.
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Hoku removed her damp bikini briefs. Mei stared at the satanic tattoo that covered most of Hoku’s entire groin area. It was the face of a horned demon, whose vertical mouth was formed from the inked shape of Hoku’s labia. It looked incredibly wicked. Despite Mei’s apprehension, she felt her cunt begin to gush with wetness.
“Kiss your goddess! Kiss Lilith!” ordered Hoku unapologetically.
She pushed Mei onto her back, mounting her tiny chest in a reverse cowgirl. Hoku straddled Mei’s face and pressed her slimy, demonic slit against Mei’s mouth.
Mei felt enchanted. It seemed bizarre. A dark magick began to bristle around them. Like a sexual darkness that filled her mind with obscene thoughts. Yes, she wanted to pleasure this sexual creature. She couldn’t explain the sensation exactly. Her wet cunt was on fire. She wanted to serve this succubus as her carnal slave … as she kissed the demon tattoo, she felt Hoku’s cunt lips opening. Her tongue began to penetrate the oily opening that tasted like acidic fish.
”Mmmmmm … yes, that’s it, suck me … you belong to Lilith … mmmmm!” groaned Hoku as she fingered Mei’s dripping cunt.
The words, “You belong to Lilith,” seemed to manifest in Mei’s mind. Yes, this is what she’d dreamt of. A truly erotic creature that knew her darkest and most deviant of desires. Oh, Hoku. Of course, she knew Lilith. Mei had secretly worshipped this demon all her life. She hoped that the demon goddess would grant her many dark dreams.
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Donald had shot several hot and horny scenes earlier in the day with Hoku and Mei — leading up to the evening’s shoot. These shots had been more than just teasingly erotic. They both seemed to be really into it. Fucking lesbians. It looked so real. Their lust. Their pervertedness. It was more than he’d expected. The shy, young starlet acted like a complete lesbian whore. He loved it. He knew his clients would love it — but not as much as the climactic scene.
He guessed that the whole big movie, big star on the red carpet, big budget thing seemed to have convinced his dumb Asian starlet that she’d do almost anything for the “real” part. Of course, there was no “real” part — as this was it! Her bloody death would be spectacular!
Donald had found himself very excited. But he wasn’t there for the sex. But that was a nice benefit. This was to be a hot, twisted snuff film. Yes, this would be a great money spinner. He had already lined up several buyers. One who wanted exclusive rights to this deadly material. Anything for the right price. The sex had to be real — the surprise of the actress, as she was murdered, needed to be captured in every bloody detail.
His accomplice, Hoku, had apparently done this before. She’d been recommended by Dr Roache, who had paid handsomely for this opportunity. Huko seemed to be a cold-hearted bitch, who was also in it for the big dollars. The evil-looking tattoo that covered her cunt was a great find. She was perfect for the part. He’d found her attractive and had enjoyed sticking his cock into the devil’s mouth. It was pretty fucked up. But that’s what got him off. After the murder scene, without the camera rolling, he fully intended to have sex with this bisexual murderess, in the aftermath of their co-created evil deed.
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PHANTASY ISLAND – CHAPTER FOUR (3,547 WORDS)
Rupert’s Fantasy
Rupert followed the doctor’s instructions to the letter. It had been only a few days since their arrival at Phantasy Island, but so much had already changed. How, just being on the Island, had changed his boring sex life. And with every passing night, he saw his conservative, shy, and demure wife transform — until he hardly recognized her anymore — not that he was complaining.
She was now more like a demonic bitch, with a clitoris that had become so thick and obvious, it was more like a man’s cock. She had changed in other ways, too. Much more than just the physical. She no longer waited for him to apply the doctor’s special cream, but did it herself. She seemed devil-inspired by the love of her new physiology. Her wantonness seemed almost insatiable.
They had ventured out of their luxurious apartment a few times. In her swimming costume, the bulge in the front of her bikini briefs had become very noticeable. And wearing a tight dress, the distinctive shape of her phallic clitoris had gained many amorous glances from perverted onlookers.
But tonight there was a private dinner that had been organized by enigmatic Dr Ursula Roarke. It was early evening, and the couple relaxed and watched the sunset together with their host. The setting was pure luxury and truly beautiful. The old schooner was anchored to the west of a small island off the coast of Long Island.
Earlier, they had been served by several young islanders, tanned and exquisitely dressed in translucent white gowns. They had been served food abundantly, and the champagne never stopped flowing. A mystic native flute player filled the air with unusual harmonics that combined with the lapping of the ocean waves, seeking to charm even the most evil of sirens.
But now, as the sun finally dropped out of sight, they seemed be left to their privacy with their host, Dr Roarke.
”Susan, you look positively stunning,” Ursula remarked, “Your alluring cocktail dress really accentuates your delightful figure.”
Susan smiled at the compliment and did a little swaying movement with her hips. The bulge of her cock-like clitoris was even more evident. In the tightness of the sheer material, it appeared like a large sausage, stuffed up against her stomach wall.
“Thank you, Doctor,” she answered, unable to resist touching herself.
”Please, tonight, call me Goddess,” replied Ursula, “Now come closer! Let me … examine you.”
”Yes, Goddess,” replied Susan, as she sauntered sexily over next to where the Doctor was sitting.
Rupert dry swallowed as he just watched and listened. His cock twitched in his pants.
”You must be so proud of her?” asked Ursula, “She has responded so well to the special treatment.”
Rupert nodded as Ursula’s fingernails dragged downwards against the bulge in the front of Susan’s dress. She moaned and swayed in response to the Doctor’s intimate touch. A large wet spot in the fabric was obvious at its tip.
”I think you should both join me in the wishing pool,” said Ursula, as she stood and turned her back to walk across to the bubbling jacuzzi that was just a few feet away.
“But Goddess, we didn’t bring our swimming costumes,” replied Susan.
”You won’t need one,” said Ursula.
Her robe fell from her shoulders. Underneath, she was completely naked. She stepped into the yellowish liquid and sat down in the wishing pool facing Susan and Rupert.
”Come, join me,” she said.
Rupert seemed to be a little shy. Susan, on the other hand, undressed immediately. Discarding her cocktail dress, she, too, had no underclothing. Her small breasts looked swollen, her nipples hard, and her seven-inch clitoris stood perfectly upright.
”My, my, you’re well endowed, my dear. Satan be praised!” said Ursula, licking her lips.
”You like what you see, my Goddess?” asked Susan.
She stepped into the yellowish pool of frothy piss, but didn’t sit down. Instead, she remained standing immediately in front of Ursula. Ursula’s hand gripped Susan’s appendage and pulled the skin back to expose the mushroom head. Her dark magick had certainly transformed this boring housewife into something unnatural. Ursula began to suck the wet tip as her hand reached beneath Susan’s legs to fondle what appeared to be a new set of testicles.
”Your trans-formation is nearly complete. Praise the Dark Lord!” said Ursula, “How do you like the new you?”
”Goddess, I feel so alive,” Susan answered, “I’m so horny all the time. I want to be an eager cock slut! All I want is Rupert’s cock in my mouth and ass!”
Rupert had undressed and stood nervously next to the pool.
”Ah, Rupert. At last. Join us.”
”It smells like urine in there,” he replied.
”That’s because it is, dear Rupert. Now don’t be a sissy, and cum join us in the dirty wishing pool. Susan is so horny. She wants you to suck her cock,” said Ursula, as she stood up, “And I want you to suck mine.
Rupert saw for the first time that the Doctor was a shemale, as she stood stroking her nine-inch cock.
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Joseph’s Fantasy
Inside the dark cave, at least it was warm and dry. Mary found the cave smelled awful. A toxic mixture of burnt things and human waste. She couldn’t wait to leave, but the storm outside was getting worse. She had a bad feeling about this whole thing.
The place was lit with oil torches that crackled as their flames licked the raw cave walls. As she glanced around, Mary found that the cave had been decorated in brightly colored art. These explicit cave paintings depicted fierce cannibals worshipping androgynous, horned gods, more like devils, partaking in obscene sexual rituals and profane sex orgies. Mary remembered how she hated niggers.
Their gods were obviously malicious. They distinctly resembled what she imagined to be sexual demons that demanded the tribe offer them human sacrifices. Everywhere she looked, these crude images illustrated both male and female dancers, all with large upturned horns between their legs. Why was she the only one unsettled by these horrific things?
“We must get out of these wet cloths,” insisted Father Tristan as he stripped completely naked.
Joseph and Ahe did as he ordered. Mary reluctantly removed her wet clothing, embarrassed by her nudity and the size of her pronounced stomach, in front of the priest and the native porter. Just as she thought it couldn’t get worse, several naked tribal warriors arrived. They all wore animal horns over their genitals and nothing else (just like the cave paintings). They carried sharp spears, and their faces were painted to appear as skulls.
“Dugger-dugger-dum! Dugger-dum! Digger-dum! Dugger-dugger-dum! Dugger-dum! Digger-dum!”
The drums began beating again. Louder. More insistent. Their dark power is more ominous. Mary feared the worst.
Father Tristan spoke to naked tribal warriors in a language that Mary didn’t understand. It sounded primitive and vulgar. They all turned to look at her. Two of them grabbed her by the arms whilst her husband just looked on. Why wasn’t he helping her? Why didn’t Father Tristan stop them? She struggled against them, but they quickly overpowered her, lifting her as they prepared to carry her into the rear of the cave.
They didn’t have to travel far. There, Mary was aghast; she was further bound her arms and legs before their obscene idol. It was made out of burnt wooden carvings and the remains of human and animal sacrifices; the idol was a depiction of pure evil … a skull-faced, horned demon with both the breasts of a woman and the enormous phallus of a man. A Baphomet. A twin-sexed devil, be it a crude and savage version.
A large semicircle of naked tribal warriors had gathered. They all removed the hollow animal horns that hid their genitals, so that they could masturbate, glaring evilly at her as she hung helplessly.
She watched as her husband and the effeminate porter both knelt before Father Tristan. His hips thrust back and forth to the rhythm of the demon drums. Even though he’d donned his ugly wooden mask with evil horns, she knew it was him. He’d tricked them. The lying bastard. Then, to her complete horror, she watched as both Ahe and her husband began to take turns in sucking the priest’s enormous, white cock.
They were in it, too. They’d tricked her. She saw that Joseph’s sexual excitement was obvious, as his cock was fully erect, as was the dark-skinned porter’s. Her heart sank. It seemed that the game was up, and now they had no need to hide their true perverse intentions. They were not there to help the barbaric tribe convert to Christianity, but they were there to join them and to celebrate their love of their dark, tribal gods of lust, sexual perversion, and to feast on human flesh, and that she and her unborn were the main course!
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Lily’s Fantasy
The oily fires around the small clearing burned with an intensity that seemed to brightly illuminate Lily’s fantasy. At last, she felt that there was no reason to hide her truly perverted desires. Her young disciples and worshippers had gathered all around her. Their young bodies moved vulgarly to her wishes. They were there to appease her, to satisfy her, to bring her dark pleasures to life. She spoke a new language. The language of lust. She’d commanded them all to remove their dhotis and to masturbate before her.
The punishment was about to begin, as if ordained. The unworthy ones were to be devoured by her evil passions. With the demonic mask in place, she understood their chants and cries for deviant delights. Rape was not a word in their vocabulary — it was a divine right of the Te Vahine to penetrate them! To fuck the reluctant ones! To take them painfully. Their suffering and agony were, once again, the pleasure of the “special children”. And she was there, not just as one of them, but as their instigator. Just as the Mother Superior had initiated her, dressed as the devil incarnate, so many decades before.
With the necklace of savagery that hung against her big, white breasts, she felt like Te Vahine. With the horned mask that covered her face, she was Te Vahine. With the bone phallus inverted between her slimy thighs and protruding out nine inches from her groin, she was Te Vahine.
”Te Vahine Tahutahu Uouo! Te Vahine Tahutahu Uouo! Te Vahine Tahutahu Uouo!“ the evil young ones cried.
It was time. The masturbating gathering, now, demanded their sacrifice. Several young ones were bound before her, all naked and vulnerable. They seemed distraught, as they hung helplessly. She approached and touched them, stroking their painfully stretched bodies … their crying faces … their flat chests … their virgin pussies … their flaccid penises. She felt the desires of the Te Vahine Tahutahu Uouo rising within her. The pale whiteness of the white sex witch contrasted with the dark native skin of the islanders.
Her evil disciples gathered around her. They began to lick her all over. They suckled eagerly upon her ample white breasts. Kissed her distained anus. Stroked her sweating flesh, around the bone phallus that filled her cunt. They guided her towards the first of the unworthy ones.
”Please! No! Please! Stop!”
They were useless cries that only increased Lily’s excitement — the power she felt was almost overwhelming. She felt aroused like never before. Just the thought of being able to do whatever she wanted to them powered her hips, which seemed to move to the pulsing beat with a life of their own. The wetness poured down the inside of her legs. She had to steady herself. Her heart was thumping in her breast flesh. And the chanting and eagerness of her evil cohorts only intensified the devious sensations.
The first was a boy. She stood immediately behind him and pressed its bulbous end against the furrow of his brown flower, while her hand gripped his small, flaccid penis. His lithe body twisted against his restraints. She pressed her phallus harder against his anus. She pressed forward only a few inches. The phallus felt as if it were part of her. Through it, she felt the tight sensation of the boy’s bowels. He began to scream in a high-pitched voice. The sound of it only encouraged Lily to push further … harder … faster …
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Mei’s Fantasy
They had arrived at the designated location a few hours before. The scene was set. The talent had been prepared. Hoku’s part was that of the evil priestess of the demonic lesbian cult. The fire torches lit the eerie scene. After an extended sexual encounter on their altar, she was supposed to sacrifice the young, pretty starlet to their evil, bloodthirsty, and malevolent goddess of death, Lilith.
Donald was to direct the shoot and act as the cameraman (with several cameras on tripods). Readying for the take, he had pretended that the shoot would be his “pilot” with the young starlet, Mei.
It was supposed to be the climactic scene for the “Devil’s Island” production. In the supposed “real” production, there would be many extras to create the cultish atmosphere. All worshipping their demonic goddess with blasphemous chants for blood. But today, there were just the three of them. As far as Mei was concerned, he’d told her that the movie “Knives” was just fake. He’d even demonstrated that it was, but of course, for this final scene, he’d swapped them for real blades — real sharp blades — that would make her nubile body look like a bloody pincushion.
He’d been very meticulous in his preparation. Once bound between two upright poles before the evil idol, he’d instructed Hoku exactly how to kill the girl. Start by cutting off her breasts. And stab her in the cunt. He wanted a blood bath. Make it slow. Then, slit her throat. He wanted to capture her pain and torment. There must be real horror in her eyes. He wanted to see every detail of her death. There must be lots of blood, flesh, and gore!
Both Hoku and Mei were dressed in long, white, flowing gowns that would be shed as they began their hot sexual ritual upon the lesbian cult altar. Only that, in Donald’s version, this was to be the snuff scene — where he’d paid Hoku to fuck the young starlet and then stab her to death before his cameras.
A twisted plan. Everything was ready for him to shout “Action!”
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”Make your way up to the evil altar,” directed Donald, “Take her hand. That’s it, Hoku. She had no choice but to follow in your hypnotic trance. It’s your black magic. Look deeply into her eyes. Longingly. She belongs to you … she belongs to Lilith!”
Hoku took Mei’s hand, just as Donald had told her. She guided Mei forward and up onto the altar-bed.
”Kiss her passionately. I want to see open mouths. Tongues. Lots of tongue. Wantonness. Lust! Grip her breasts through her gown. That’s it more tongue. Turn towards the camera, so I can see you rip her gown open.”
His two horny puppets performed exactly as he commanded. His cock was getting stiff as he watched his filthy fantasy unfold. Yes, this was golden! Hoku tore Mei’s flimsy gown from her excited body, and the material fell away to expose her complete nakedness beneath as the cameras rolled. The sexual sweat glistened in the firelight.
”Beautiful. Beautiful. That’s it. Now press her down onto the altar. And remove your own gown. Make sure my close-up camera can see your cunt tattoo. Look down on her. She’s yours. She’s yours to kill! Menacing. More menacing. Treat her roughly! … she’s a nobody to you. Now, squat over her face. That’s it. Press your cunt over her mouth. Force her to lick you. Lick the demon. You want her to suck your wet cunt!”
Donald’s hand caressed his throbbing cock through the material of his loose pants. The thought of the kill was driving him insane. He moved closer, making sure the camera was getting all of the action. The starlet, reluctant about nudity, at the beginning, seemed somewhat transformed. Her eagerness to perform oral sex with her supposed co-star was a real bonus. Donald could clearly capture her long pink tongue diving deeply into Hoku’s devil-inspired fuck-hole. His cock was leaking precum, just filming this.
”Now, lower! Lower! Fuck her face,” Donald cried, “Fuck her face, like you only care about your own selfish pleasure. She’s nothing. She’s an offering to your dark goddess. That’s it! Move back and forth. Use her. She’s your bitch! She’s just a sexual toy to you. You are in control! Be more assertive. Masturbate — use her face to make you cum. Fuck her face, harder! I want to see your juices flow over her upturned face. Juice, lots of cunt juice! Get her nice and wet. You’re the high priestess of Lilith! She’s your offering … your sacrifice … she’s yours to rape and abuse! Your worshippers are chanting for your orgasm! Soak her in your cunt juices!”
Hoku continued to stand over Mei. Donald zoomed in to catch the expression on Hoku’s face as she savagely face-fucked the young starlet.
Then she stood up and pulled Mei towards her, continuing their torrid sex scene as they both lay together on the altar-bed. They’d begun scissoring with each other. Their thighs intertwined, pressing their hot, oily cunts together, groaning wildly as they neared the point of no return. They gasped and groaned louder in orgasmic delight.
“Now, grab her. Pull her by the hair. Bring her before the ugly fucking idol. That’s it. Great! She’s all yours now. Show the camera that you are ready! Ready to take the life of this worthless bitch for your evil goddess!”
Donald moved in closer. As he watched and directed the scene, his mind focused on the sacrificial knife. Soon, he’d tell Hoku to stab her. Cut her. Make her bleed! The true terror would then begin. The blood bath ending. Stabbing her cunt. Slitting her throat. So delicious. He couldn’t wait. Oh, pleasure, he thought. His sadistic nature would be truly satisfied. He had to get closer. More graphic. A close-up, as her meaningless life is taken for his solo pleasure!
The moment had arrived. Donald was about to cry out to Hoku to raise the knife. He wanted the dramatic pause before she plunged it into her victim. And just as things were about to turn freaky, he was close enough to be able to touch them, but he simply couldn’t. Instead, he found himself paralysed. Unseen hands bound him before the evil transgendered idol. Hoku laughed and cut the clothing from his body, leaving him naked and helpless before them.
What the fuck! Was this some kind of black magick? What was happening to him?
Mei smiled at him. It wasn’t the smile of naivety that he had been used to. It was more of a knowing smile — as if her fate as the victim had suddenly turned around to be that of the vanquisher instead. She slowly bent down between his legs and took his semi-hard cock into her mouth. Her small hands cupped his ball-sacks and her fingertips tantilized his anus. Her warm mouth began to bathe his stiff cock in her saliva as she fellated him.
His eyes looked up, and his pupils dilated as he watched in total bewilderment. Hoku stood immediately behind Mei as she sucked his cock with whorish gusto. The priestess pointed downwards towards her heavily tattooed cunt — drawing Donald’s attention to her genitals.
Was there something emerging from within?
What the fuck! Donald gasped as Hoku’s labia opened wide, like a mouth agape. It was as if the demon face were poking out its tongue at him. However, it didn’t stop. The growing appendage quickly grew in girth and length. Now, it resembled an erect phallus until Hoku appeared to be the mirror image of the transgender idol behind her.
Panic gripped him. He’s not seen this coming. How his situation had changed. The realisation of this prenatural dilemma dawned upon him. She was a demon. A fucking real demon!
”The Goddess is pleased!” said the voice of a fourth person from behind Donald’s rear.
It seemed that the trio were not alone. Donald recognized Dr Roarke’s distinctive voice. But he didn’t understand. He tried to turn his head but found he couldn’t as he was still paralized by unseen forces. Despite his obvious horror, his cock was still rampant from Mei’s oral copulation.
He felt the Doctor’s hands grip his waist as the blunt end of her shemale cock pressed against his rectum.
“You find our shrine to Lilith a little grotesque, don’t you, Mr Wild?” she asked, “You think Mei and Hoku are your playthings?”
Donald wanted to cry out, but the dark magick seemed to have taken his breath away. He felt the dull ache in his bowels as Dr Roarke began to penetrate him, pressing her shecock further into his rectum. Pain. Sharp pain.
The demonic Hoku stepped forward, wielding the sacrificial knife. Yes, this would be a snuff film, but Mei would not be the victim.
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PHANTASY ISLAND – EPILOGUE (806 WORDS)
Rupert’s Fantasy
She was no longer Susan. He knew it. Even though the dark magick of Phastasy Island had transformed into something else, she would no longer be this sexual demon once they returned home. He was okay with that. He had felt satisfied. His twisted dream had somehow come true — even if it wasn’t forever.
They had collected their bags and had made their way home. Susan had talked little on the journey, but upon arriving home, she seemed very anxious.
“Rupert, I feel all queer,” Susan said unexpectingly, “I mean, you know, down there.”
She was sweating profusely. Quivering even. She pointed to her crutch.
“What do you mean?” asked Rupert
“I mean … what’s … what’s this?” she bemoaned as she undressed quickly in the bathroom, “My heart is racing … I feel so hot! My pussy … it’s so itchy!”
Rupert stood close to her and grinned wildly. His cock twitched and immediately hardened at the sight of Susan’s distended cunt lips, which seemed pressed apart by the neb of her throbbing clitoris. Oily cunt juices made her entire groin wet and smelly. The aroma was intoxicating.
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Lily’s Fantasy
Lily had returned from the Laka Jungle School. It had been an incredible experience. She’d shocked herself in how she’d actually done such wicked things … how, after a lifetime of pretending to be something she wasn’t, she’d found her true self … the true Lily … the vile, disgusting, and malicious Lily! The words “Te Vahine Tahutahu Uouo” (White Sex Witch) had been indelibly cast in the forefront of her perverted mind. Oh, such deviant thoughts, they were.
Dr Ursula Roake handed her a small hand-painted token — it was inscribed with the same erotic illustrations that she’d seen in her apartment, and then again in the secretive village. A graphic reminder.
Lily sighed.
“Why so glum?” asked Dr Roake.
Lily smiled at the enigmatic Doctor.
“I see,” Dr Roake said, “Well, there’s no need to return home so soon. Te Ino tells me that the Te Vahine Tahutahu Uouo had made a surprise appearance at the Jungle School. Caused quite a commotion. Several of our young and most vulnerable students were taken to the village infirmary in the aftermath. It seems that there is much evil mischief there. Maybe, you need to return to the village and help them to … continue your good work?”
Lily was getting wet between the legs just thinking about it.
“Well, if you think it best, Doctor … I am in no rush to leave,” she replied.
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Mei’s Fantasy
Mei boarded the seaplane for home. Her misadventure had come to an end. She had decided that acting wasn’t her thing. As she buckled up for takeoff, her cunt quivered at the miscreant thoughts that now occupied her mind. So much had happened in the short time that she’d been on Phastasy Island.
Her thoughts returned to Mr Wild. An evil man. In many ways, she’d wondered why Hoku had spared him. How he’d schemed to make her the hapless victim of his malicious endeavor. However, their jungle orgy had continued long after his paralysis. Their worship of the Goddess Lilith had felt like a divine epiphany. Mr Wild’s eyes had been wide open as the cameras continued to roll, capturing everything for prosperity.
Dr Roake had explained, later on, that she had something else in mind for him. That his wickedness befitted a more active role on Phantasy Island. That the suffering for his deception would continue indefinitely. That made her feel strangely happy.
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“What the fuck was that!” screamed the maddened Donald Wild, “They’re … they’re … demons … fucking demons … what is that place!”
“Calm down, Mr Wild,” assured Dr Roake.
He was no longer in the secretive cove. No longer paralysed. No longer in danger.
“Calm down! Fuck! I saw her … that woman-thing … it was repulsive …. unnatural … they were going to kill me!”
“But they didn’t. Did they? No. And here you are, back at the lodge. All safe and sound. Despite your intentions.”
“What do you mean? My intentions?” he spat.
“The snuff movie. How you coerced and corrupted that young actress. The one that you intended to kill for your own entertainment.”
“It’s a lie. It was just showbiz. Nothing more,” he lied.
“Come now, Mr Wild. You think I believe that? Phastasy Island is full of surprises. Maybe your leading actress fulfilled her fantasy at the expense of yours. But what if I said it was now, your turn?”
“My turn?”
“Yes. There is a religious mission, north of here, in the depths of a hollow volcano. Right now, a misguided priest is intending to kill and eat a young pregnant woman, while her husband watches. Isn’t that an interesting scenario for your next movie?”
Donald felt his cock throbbing at the thought.
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THE END?
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