The Castaways

The girls of the oh so posh Weston Academy are off on a working winter holiday to Malaysia. Accompanied by the boys of the nearby military academy they set off to install water filtration systems and work on their tans. How could anyone know that their world would come crashing down all around them in 24 short hours leaving them abandoned on a deserted uncharted island? With nothing to do but wait for rescue, set up shelter and search for food civilized behavior begins to unravel quickly. Caution this book contains strong adult themes, BDSM, Powerplay and detailed sadistic sex scenes. Caution- Graphic Violence. All characters are depicted as over the age of 18.

Excerpt:
"Maybe she needs a spanking," Andrea purred, raising her eyes at Peter.
"Maybe she does," he grinned. I started backing up, my hand dragging Grace with me, but I banged into something, actually someone. It was another boy behind us. He grabbed me, throwing his arms around me, pinning my arms to my sides. There was a second boy there, and he shoved Grace forward so hard, she fell to her knees.
"What a bad little girl," Andrea said, mockingly. Peter grabbed her and dragged her up by her hair, then Tad moved forward and grabbed the waistband of Grace's pants and jerked them down off her flailing legs, leaving her naked from the waist down. Then he ripped open her shirt, and he and Peter worked it off her, leaving her nude. Andrea watched Grace struggling with a cool detached amusement, her eyes sparkling with every grunt or curse Grace made.
"Filthy language for a little girl to use," she cooed. Peter knelt and bent Grace across his knee, so her ass was facing Andrea and Cathy. Grace's entire body was flushed red with fury and humiliation as Peter brought his hand up and then swung it down against her buttocks with a loud crack.
Grace gasped, but kept her teeth gritted together, determined not to give Andrea the satisfaction of hearing her cry out. Peter was undeterred. He brought his hand up again and then swung down once more, and then again, and again, and again. I struggled uselessly against the boy holding me as Peter spanked his big hand down against Grace's ass cheek over and over. Her ass turned a deep shade of red as he smacked her. I could see Andrea's smile deepening. Grace's ass cheeks were a flaming red, and each time Peter's hand came down it left a white handprint, that quickly faded to red.

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