Milking Time

The Main Event

Jeanne's Indoctrination

Barocca and Jeanne strolled from the beach, through the perimeter doors of the Island complex, and then through the deserted hallways and corridors until they were safely back in Barocca's quarters. Barocca held her finger to her lips for silence as they entered the corridors. Thanks to her earlier precautions, the chance of someone seeing or hearing them was remote, but it wouldn't hurt to be on the cautious side for a little bit.When both girls were inside Barocca's quarters at last, Barocca let out a sigh of relief. Both girls plopped down onto the sofa in the main room of Barocca's quarters.

"Damn. I'm not sure I want to make a living at this 'secret agent' stuff, Jeanne."

"I'm not used to sneaking around after hours either, Barocca. But it's good to see you again, and at least get settled in somewhere. I know that we just got here Barocca, but I guess now is the best time for this. I've got a little confession to make to you."

"Oh? What's that, Jeanne?"

"Well, after you sent me those photos of the various girls on the Island, I'll admit I was hooked. During the daytime before you'd call at night, and in the days before I actually got on the flight to the Bahamas, I did a lot of serious searching on the Internet for more stuff like it. You have to wade through a lot of junk to get to the good stuff, but it's there."

"Tell me about it," muttered Barocca. "You wouldn't believe what I went through just to get in touch with you in the first place."

"Well anyway, I eventually got in touch with a couple of serious traders and collectors," continued Jeanne. "They went absolutely apeshit when they saw some of those photos that you sent me, and offered to trade anything I could name for them, or buy them outright from me. I played 'hard to get' and held out for something really special and really different from them. What they turned up surprised me beyond anything I was prepared to see."

"What was that, Jeanne?" asked Barocca. She was growing wary of what Jeanne might be prepared to tell her.

"They only had a handful of photos, and they wouldn't tell me where they got them," said Jeanne. "But once they showed them to me as attachments to an e-mail, there wasn't any doubt who the girls were in them."

Barocca sat still, trying to judge Jeanne's emotions. Jeanne had a grin on her face like a Cheshire cat.

"One of the girls was you, Barocca," said Jeanne. "The other was Ebony. I met her and worked with her in a couple of films for Napali Video. I was also aware of who she was from seeing video adds and magazines at agents' offices while I was making regular videos and doing standard modeling."

"Are you sure it was me and Ebony you saw, Jeanne?"

"Damn straight, Barocca. I know as well as anyone else, that in this business, girls get different looks all the time. And the different photography and lighting can make it hard to tell sometimes too. But I knew you and Ebony well enough to be certain that I wasn't mistaken here. What threw me off for a little bit was your cock, Barocca."

Barocca's jaw dropped open in surprise.

"Yes, your cock! Don't look so astonished girl. I could tell from those marathon phone calls we had that you were definitely leading up to something, but didn't want to tell me just yet. And like we both know, if you want to look long enough and hard enough, you can find information on just about anything using the Internet nowadays. So when I finally came across some explicit shots of you and Ebony, I wasn't completely surprised to see you as a shemale after all."

"Okay, Jeanne. Guilty as charged. The way we make most of our income here on the Island is by producing custom photo sets and videos for clients. If somebody's got enough money, we'll do it. Obviously you managed to somehow get in touch with one of our clients."

Jeanne moved closer to Barocca to let her see the lust in her eyes, and hear the passion in her voice. "Like I said before, what really threw me for a loop was your cock. You had a hard-on between your legs that was like a fucking baseball bat.

"The other thing that confused me for a bit were the shots of Ebony, when she was with you in the same photo. Ebony looked as though she was some kind of giantess. The last time that I saw her, I would've thought that she was about the same height as you. But here, your head barely came to her shoulders. And Ebony herself had a piece of meat between her legs that made yours like a schoolboy's."

Barocca sat there and let Jeanne's words sink in. So far, Jeanne was not angry or repulsed. If anything, Jeanne was getting more and more turned on as she related her story to Barocca.

"The two of you weren't having any sex in these shots," continued Jeanne. "Just jerking off, and showing off how huge your cocks were for the cameras. And talk about cum shots... girl, I haven't seen that much spunk on the floor since a gang-bang video, and not even that comes close to what you and Ebony were doing!"

Barocca relaxed just a little bit. Somehow Jeanne had managed to find out more than she had thought she could about the girls on the Island, including herself. But the good news was that Jeanne was more turned on and horny than Barocca had dared hope for.

"Okay, Jeanne," said Barocca. "The secret's out. I've been a shemale for several years now, since I came to the Island. I sent you the sample photos of some of the newer, or the less developed girls on the Island, because I didn't want to throw too much at you too soon. I just wanted to feel you out, and see just how you reacted to the idea of shemales in the first place.

"I'm what they call one of the older girls, or the 'senior amazons' here. That means my cock is fully developed, at about two feet in length. Those girls in the photos you saw have been here anywhere from several months to just under a year. They're all about halfway through their development and advancement. If they're lucky, they'll eventually max out at about my size too."

"C'mon, Barocca," said Jeanne. "If you've got that much meat between your legs, how come it isn't falling out of your panties right now?"

"That's because among other things, we're taught a number of mind control exercises so we can manage our cocks, when we're not having fun." Barocca stood up and quickly pulled her bikini panties down so Jeanne could see her cock and balls. In her present state, Barocca's cock looked much like any other normal male's, being about four inches long.

"I know it doesn't look like much now, Jeanne. But that's by design. We didn't want foot-long sausages hanging down our legs and flopping around. When we're ready to have sex, we release the control over our cocks, and they fill with blood, and we get an erection, just like a guy. Dee Dee, the gal who's the science guru here, did something special to our cocks, so that they can grow to tremendous sizes, and still be manageable when they're not erect."

"Barocca, you have got to give me an 'up close and personal' demonstration of that cock of yours sometime real soon, girl," said Jeanne.

"Don't worry girlfriend," replied Barocca. "You'll see enough cock around here that you won't know what to do with it all. And enough jism that'll make whatever you saw in those photos look like a drop in the bucket. You can count on it.

"We'll definitely have some fun later on tonight. For right now, I'm gonna tell you a story about the Island, and a little slut named Jordan. And then I'm gonna tie things together for how you fit into all of this. So sit down and get comfy, Jeanne. I'm going to get a Diet soda from the kitchen. Do you want one?"

"Yeah sure, Barocca. That sounds good."

Barocca strolled into the small kitchen area, and squatted down in front of the refrigerator as she opened the door. Just as she'd done countless times with Ebony before, with the door open, Barocca was blocked from view when she bent down to get at the sodas.

Barocca did a double take, and almost hit her head on the door when she looked for and couldn't find the bottle of pills she knew were supposed to be there. Somehow, someone had broken in here and taken things. "Son of a...." Barocca muttered aloud.

"Hey, you all right in there, Barocca?" Jeanne called.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just remembered something I've gotta do tomorrow."

"Not being able to start Jeanne on a diet of the special pills will throw a wrench in the works," thought Barocca. "But this gal just may be even more gung-ho and cock crazy than Jordan is. I may not even need the pills to get her to see things my way."

Barocca walked back out to the sofa with the two Diet sodas, and handed one to Jeanne. Then she settled down next to her.

"As I was saying, Jeanne, now it's story time. You're gonna find out all about the other little things I didn't tell you about the Island, and you can ask any questions you want. After that I'll show you some videos that don't pull any punches, about how things are here, and what you can expect if you stick around."

"I can hardly wait, Barocca. Don't leave out any of the juicy details!"

"You got it, girl," replied Barocca. "Now once upon a time..."

Two hours later, Jeanne knew just about every intimate secret and dirty detail that there was to know about the Island. Barocca let the sampler video that she had shown Jeanne finish rewinding, and turned the power off.

"Well Barocca, there's just one thing I don't quite understand. Why have you got it in so bad for Jordan?"

Barocca let out a long sigh. "I don't really have a concrete answer for that one, Jeanne. Part of it is because she got out of line on her first day here during the Milking Ritual with Tiffany and me. The other part is that not only did Tiffany, Dee Dee and Clyda somehow pardon Jordan for that incident; they also decided to give her preferential treatment, and let her skip to the head of the class, as far as getting her cock goes.

"So since they've decided to bend all the rules for Jordan, I've decided that I'm within my rights to do the same thing with you, Jeanne."

"Geez, Barocca. I had no idea you felt that strongly about me, to take that kind of a risk."

"Up until now, I wasn't quite sure myself, Jeanne. But after seeing the way you reacted to just seeing photos of Ebony and myself, I know I couldn't have made a better choice. You almost came in your pants from just talking about it, girl. Just think what'll happen when you see my cock for real, and when you eventually have one just like it for yourself."

"Holy, fucking, shit..." The words were barely audible as Jeanne imagined the full impact of what Barocca had just told her. Her eyes glazed over, as Jeanne imagined the ecstasies that lay ahead of her on the Island.

"Earth to Jeanne. Earth to Jeanne," Barocca waved her palm in front of Jeanne and chuckled. Jeanne's attention came back to focus on Barocca.

"That's better, Jeanne. You really can't wait to become one of us, can you?"

"Is it really that obvious, Barocca? I guess getting a taste of it in those 'Bi And Beyond' videos years ago got me hooked. Are you sure you can really pull this off?"

"Don't worry. Dee Dee does everything by computer here on the Island, including the surgery techniques. Somehow she's got them programmed to perform all the delicate micro-operations. Thanks to a little skullduggery, I've got a full copy of all her files. So it's just a matter of becoming familiar with everything, and then I'll be able to give you the treatment, and make you one of the family here."

"Okay, Barocca. I know you can't make it happen tonight. But if you've gone to this much risk and trouble to get me here in secret, I know you're serious about it. Just tell me what to do, and I'll do it. But in the meantime, I can't wait any more. I want to see that cock of yours."

"You got it, girlfriend. But remember a couple of things. You're brand new to the Island. You haven't yet started taking any of the vitamins and other goodies we feed the girls here.

"I'm gonna let you take your time, get me hard, and suck me off. You can get a good taste of my cum that way. You'll probably be able to get most of the head of my cock in your mouth, but not much more.

"If you're still game after that, we'll take it to the next level. But I want to warn you ahead of time: as for actually fucking, that's a whole different ballgame. I don't care if you've even gone one on one with Johnny Wadd himself; there's a world of difference between that, and what you saw on Ebony and me. You saw the video scenes of Jordan getting fucked by Ebony, right? Well, Jordan had the advantage of at least having taken a partially effective pill that Dee Dee prepared for her. And Ebony still almost split her in two.

"I'll be as gentle as I can with you Jeanne. But I want to you know what you're getting into, so you know there's no surprises. What do you say, Jeanne?"

"Barocca, I really appreciate the heart to heart talk, and your laying everything on the line for me. But if you think you're gonna scare me away from that monster between your legs, you're crazy. We'll take it slow and easy, like you said, with a blowjob. After that we'll move on to the next level, and I'll take whatever you can fit inside my box tonight.

"I know I can't do everything all at once, on my first day here. But I've gotta get a taste of everything that you and this place have to offer."

Barocca extended her arms, and smiled. "I'm all yours tonight, Jeanne. Let's get started, honey."

Barocca Duz Jeanne

Barocca smiled warmly at Jeanne, and she quickly undid the two knots that held her bikini panties on, and tossed them to the side. Barocca focused her thoughts, and released the mental control over her cock. Almost instantly, Barocca's cock lengthened and expanded so that it was now eight inches long, and as thick as several of Jeanne's fingers were.

Jeanne shook her head in disbelief. "Damn. You weren't kidding about some of the things you can do with your cock, Barocca."

"You ain't seen nothing yet, Jeanne. Get to work on my cock like a good girl."

Jeanne knelt before Barocca's huge limp cock. Her face was right in front of it. Barocca could see Jeanne's nipples swelling and bursting with excitement. She watched Jeanne's long fingers take her huge cock and then gently fondle it with her soft palms.

Barocca's cock was showing signs of arousal. Jeanne hugged it close to her. Barocca's cock stiffened almost immediately from her hot touch and she began to kiss it. It was a lustful sight that never failed to bring awe-inspiring passion to Barocca. To watch a woman give way to depraved carnal instincts, when they saw one of the cocks of the shemale amazons was incredible. Jeanne held Barocca's cock in both hands and then rubbed the flaccid tip along her beautiful face and sniffed it.

Jeanne's senses were reveling from the touch of Barocca's huge cock so close to her and her motions became wilder and wilder. She quickly grabbed the huge turgid piece of meat to her and hugged it close to her breasts. Jeanne planted it in her cleavage.

Barocca's cock was growing in length and thickness rapidly. Jeanne had never seen a cock this thick and this huge, much less mere inches in front of her face. Jeanne was almost as busty as Barocca, and she had buried countless cocks in her cleavage before, and watched them vanish from sight. The throbbing hunk of meat that was Barocca's cock was another matter entirely. Jeanne watched more and more of Barocca's cock grow and lengthen in front of her eyes, as the head forced its way from the top of her breasts, and kept on growing.

Even when Jeanne exerted force and pressure with her hands on her breasts, she was powerless to stop Barocca's cock from increasing in size. The feeling of Barocca's cock as it oozed between her mashed-together breasts was electrifying to Jeanne. Barocca's heavy balls slapped against Jeanne's stomach with an audible sound. In almost no time at all, Barocca's cock had reached its full length of almost two feet.

"Nice try, Jeanne. But you might as well try to hold back the ocean with your bare hands."

"Holy shit. Your hunk of meat is just incredible, Barocca."

Jeanne stared in awe, as almost a foot of cock meat wavered in the air in front of her, as it protruded from the top of her cleavage. Just the amount of Barocca's cock that was visible from the top was bigger than almost any other cock that Jeanne had ever seen in her life.

Jeanne mauled her lovely tits around it and played with Barocca's massive staff with her trembling hands. Jeanne was trying to control her lust, to keep it in line, so that she would not disturb this precious moment with childish enthusiasm. But she was so intensely fascinated by Barocca's truncheon that she could not let go of it. Jeanne knew that she had to try to swallow it in her mouth, very soon.

Jeanne desperately wanted to please Barocca. The moment had to be as good for Barocca as it was for her. Barocca saw Jeanne draw the stiff cock up to her lips and then gently flick her tongue all over its exposed length. Jeanne shifted her position so that she could get her tongue and mouth on Barocca's cockhead. Jeanne was breathing very hard and gasping between flicks of her tongue.

Barocca's rod had filled with blood and she could feel her balls fill up and swell, as they settled ever so slightly lower in her scrotal sac. Then Jeanne's passion raised to such intensity that she could no longer control her urges and she took the tip of Barocca's humongous cockhead into her hot mouth. Barocca made a soft moan. She shook a little in her place and began to tremble from her rising heat.

It didn't matter if it was an experienced amazon lover, or someone seeing her for the first time, as Jeanne was. When someone was as engrossed with lust as Jeanne was, the feelings on her cock were incredible. Jeanne was out of her senses with lust. She hugged Barocca's monstrous truncheon closer to her, and mashed the shaft into the folds of her breasts.

Jeanne's body was beginning to become flushed with sexual passion and saliva was drooling out of the corners of her mouth, as she worked on Barocca's cock. She could no longer control her urge to suck Barocca's massive pole. Jeanne lovingly inserted the bloated tip between her succulent lips and drew it into her mouth.

By straining her jaws wide, Jeanne finally managed the impossible. The enormous, bulbous cockhead went between her lips. With a superhuman effort she pulled Barocca's cock to her and buried the massive tip inside the embrace of her succulent mouth. She jerked the massive member with her pretty hands and held onto the tip with her hot mouth.

Her lips encircled the rim under the cockhead and she swooned and gasped in delight from the throb of the cock in her mouth. Her nipples were swollen. Her cunt flowered open and dripped juices from her blazing snatch onto the bedcovers as she made love to Barocca's cock.Barocca's stanchion had finally stiffened to full, rock-hard erectness. It was the biggest cock Jeanne had ever seen. The dark skin was pulled leather-taut on the ebony shaft.

Barocca's cock was bathed in the hot spittle of Jeanne, who could not remove her mouth and lips from the instrument. Both girls were locked in a fiery lovemaking that was mutually inspired.

It was a passion-filled Jeanne that sought to please Barocca as she performed her lustful groping. Barocca tried not to sway in her position. Though Barocca was filled with passion, she maintained her composure expertly. Barocca did not shift in place, or buck and weave her buttocks with her motions. For the time being, it was important to let Jeanne do whatever she wanted with her cock. That way, Barocca knew she would have a willing sex slave at her beck and call later on.

Barocca was shaking, and trying to keep her body in position. Her feet shifted slightly back and forth. Jeanne ran her whole body over her erect black pole. She loved it in between her tits and it glistened from her sweat and spit. Jeanne was beside herself with passion. She let out little pig-like squeals of excitement.

Barocca's muscles began to tremble and convulse from the crazy motion of Jeanne's groping hands and loving mouth. She reveled in the feeling of the cock being stimulated like this, and she continued to tug and pull on her balls, while the tip lay between Jeanne's lips.Barocca saw Jeanne's body begin to writhe in spasms as she nearly came just from having her cock in her hot grasp. She took it out of Jeanne's mouth with a yank and ran the wet tip all over the beautiful features of her face. Barocca gently pushed Jeanne so that she was lying on her back on the bedcovers.

Barocca nuzzled the mammoth instrument in between her ample breasts again, and then played with her nipples by tweaking them very hard. Jeanne was in a seething, lustful state. She was absolutely hypnotized by the power of the blood-gorged constrictor. Barocca took her cock and ran it on Jeanne's sensitive parts. The hot cockhead poked at her bloated tits. All the while Jeanne was gasping and squealing from the supreme decadence of her actions and losing more control of herself by the minute.

Barocca decided that she would tittyfuck Jeanne for a few minutes, and then shoot off, so that she could get a taste of her cum for the first time. After that, if Jeanne were still game, she'd take her to the next level.

"How're you doing down there, Jeanne? Still with us?"

Jeanne could only give Barocca a look of utter bliss, as she still was trying to engulf Barocca's cockhead in her mouth.

"Okay, girlfriend. Wrap those juggs of yours around my cock again, one more time. Don't try and suck me off; I'm gonna shift gears for a few minutes. When I'm ready, you'll have all the cum you can handle ready to pour down your throat."

Reluctantly, Jeanne released her lips from Barocca's cock. Instants later, Jeanne drooled, feeling the power of Barocca's rock-hard cock as she caressed the length of her shaft between her breasts again. Jeanne flinched as Barocca's huge organ had suddenly gone rigid in the grasp of her titflesh. The meaty shaft was harder than ever, almost menacing; the bloated head aimed at Jeanne's face like a warhead each time it thrust out from between her cleavage.

Barocca began to exert her strength, and force her powerful cock back and forth, in and out between Jeanne's heavy tits. After ten minutes of tittyfucking, both girls were close to reaching the point of no return.

Barocca tossed her head and moaned. Her soft lips rumbled. Her dark eyes blazed. She shook her head while Jeanne's boobs mashing against her shaft made the cum in her huge nuts begin to churn. The throbbing in Barocca's shaft told Jeanne it wouldn't be long now.

Moaning in pleasure, Barocca tossed her head high. Jeanne's boobs were driving her crazy. Barocca's abdominal muscles tensed and flexed as the first wave of her orgasm hit her. Jeanne stroked Barocca's giant cock, loving every second of it. The power, the strength, the sexuality of Barocca's thick steel-beamed prick made Jeanne cream.

"Cum, Barocca," she whispered, the word barely passing her lips. "Cum ... cum ... cum."

Tossing her head, Barocca's hand shifted rapidly along the bottom half of her overgrown shaft. Her prick was swelling. Barocca pulled her cock all the way down and out from between Jeanne's breasts. She had the tip of her cock roughly even with Jeanne's crotch, easily several feet away from her face and head.

Barocca smiled wickedly at Jeanne and squeezed her mammoth balls with one hand. The gripping squeeze on her balls was the trigger. Barocca's balls erupted and a hot, squirting load sprayed from her cockhead. It was a long thick load that was almost a constant stream from her cockhead to Jeanne's neck. It splashed all over Jeanne's creamy skin. Another load followed almost immediately.

Barocca's head jerked back and her noises filled the room. Eyes bulging with fire, Barocca stroked her powerful cock with strong fingers, drenching Jeanne in a deluge of thick creamy shemale jism.

Jeanne was almost in shock from the heat and the intensity with which Barocca's jism was landing on her. She was no stranger to having cum land on her from so many years in the adult business. But what was happening to her now was beyond anything she might have been prepared for. Barocca lusted for the creamy white jism she was coating Jeanne's body with. She was filled with a hunger for her own cock. Like almost every other shemale on the Island, she had more than enough meat, so that she could suck her own cock whenever she wanted to. But for now, the spotlight belonged to Jeanne.

Barocca squeezed hard on her prick, forcing the massive ejaculations to briefly stop. Even after only a few splurts, she had succeeded in soaking almost every beautiful inch of Jeanne's flesh from the waist up with cum.

Barocca was panting heavily as she fought to keep her cock under control.

"Get up and get ready, Jeanne. I know you wanted to taste my cum, and I haven't forgotten about it. Get on your knees, and get your mouth on my cock, quick!"

"Ooh," Jeanne cried out. "Ooh." Cum was dribbling down into her armpits, soaking her face, her belly, and dribbled between her legs and over her cunt. Jeanne had her mouth on Barocca's cockhead in an instant. To Barocca's surprise, Jeanne managed to engulf almost all of her cockhead in one gulp.

Barocca began to release the pressure on her throbbing cock, allowing the jism to flow freely out of it once more. As she did with Debbie several days earlier, Barocca concentrated on keeping the flow of her cum to a steady, even pace that Jeanne could keep up with. Not even the senior amazons could take a full-force load, without gagging somewhere along the way.

A creamy wad of cum spurted into Jeanne's panting mouth. Jeanne gulped, swallowing it. It tasted like nothing she knew. It was getting her hot! Barocca's cum was warm and delicious. There was actually a sweet taste that lingered in her mouth, even after she had swallowed it down her throat.

Jeanne was surprised as spurt after spurt of cum filled her mouth to almost overflowing, and she had to concentrate to keep up with Barocca's output. Barocca's cock could churn out more cum than anything she had ever experienced before.

Barocca could see Jeanne's eyes widening in astonishment as she struggled to keep up with her cock. She playfully reached down and grabbed the back of Jeanne's head with her hand.

"That's it, Jeanne. Suck like you've never sucked before. Suck like your life depended on it, girl. If you want cum, you've come to the right place for it. And remember, I'm taking it easy on you, because this is your first day here."

Jeanne greedily sucked even harder on Barocca's cock for over a minute, as her nuts emptied the remainder of their load down her throat. Finally, Barocca's cock was still. Barocca pulled it gently from Jeanne's mouth, and let her cock hang down limply between her thighs.

"Good fucking grief!" Jeanne exclaimed, when she caught her breath. "That monster between your legs isn't human, Barocca."

"I never said it was," Barocca replied with a wicked giggle. "Dee Dee intentionally designed them to perform at such outrageous levels, because everyone here on the Island is cum and cock crazy. Once we get you started on the 'special diet' around here, you'll be able to shoot off and suck down loads like that without even thinking twice.

"Well Jeanne. Now that you've had your first real taste of shemale cum, do you want to call it a night? Or do you want to take the next big step?"

"You've got to be fucking kidding, Barocca. After what I just experienced, wild horses couldn't drag me away from you. I know you warned me that I can only take a portion of your cock in my pussy, but I'm hornier than ever now."

"All right, Jeanne. I'll be as easy as I can with you. But remember. Like anybody else, we can get carried away in the heat of the moment during sex. If you want to get your cherry popped by a shemale cock, I'll be happy to do the duty."

Jeanne cooed at Barocca with loving exhortations to fuck her. Barocca steadied herself as Jeanne lay on her back on the bed, and began to direct the tip of her massive cock into Jeanne's hot snatch.

Jeanne propped herself up slightly on some pillows, so that she could see as well as feel Barocca's hot meat rasping against her cunt. At first glance, it appeared much too large to admit into her hole. But Jeanne was determined to see her lustful embrace reach fruition. Barocca remained perfectly calm.

Barocca held her giant black snake with one hand and directed it into the folds of Jeanne's dripping wet gash. Her other hand braced itself on the bedspread to balance her body with her legs spread wide. Jeanne's face was flushed from excitement and her gasping moans told Barocca that the mere touch of her rock-hard cock on her cunt lips had almost forced an orgasm to pulse through her.

But Jeanne's intensity was at such a fever pitch that the spasm did not satiate her brim-ming fire, it merely increased it. Jeanne was determined more than ever to insert Barocca's massive truncheon inside her gash of love and feel it deep inside her. But her heat was making her frantic. Jeanne was so hot that her movements were exasperated writhings too jerky to perform the nearly impossible act properly.

"Easy, girlfriend, easy," admonished Barocca. "I know you're excited, and you can't help the way you feel. This is tricky under the best of conditions. Just set still, and let me do the work here."

"Okay, Barocca. I'll try. I'll really try for you."

Jeanne's body was still again. For a quick moment Jeanne achieved the success whereby the front portion of Barocca's massive cockhead managed to penetrate her dripping gash about an inch. Jeanne twisted her head and stared at the minor penetration with her eyes bugging out. She could see the bone-hard pole resting in the air from its lodgment in her hole.

Jeanne experienced a burning pleasure from the powerful sight of Barocca's massive cock barely penetrating her gash. Briefly it fell out of Jeanne's slight hold and bobbed up and down from Barocca's trembling jerks and her eyes remained glued on it. Barocca was rock hard and her cock had reached an unbelievable size.

The mere sight of Barocca's cock bobbing in place and glistening wet from her spit and love juice nearly pushed Jeanne beyond the limits of control. Barocca reached down and gripped the shaft of her leather-like tool in her hand. It was a lewd and obscene display of passion. The knowledge that she was attempting to impale herself with Barocca's monstrous cock brought out the beast in Jeanne.

Jeanne began to inch her body onto the cock that was precariously inserted in her pussy. The monstrous tip banged against the juicy lips of her pulsing pussy while Barocca's hand directed it home. Jeanne's body was flushed with heat. Barocca managed to insert a little more of the head into the little opening of Jeanne's cunt hole.

Jeanne had now lodged enough of Barocca's cock inside her so that she could have both hands braced on the bedcovers for traction. Jeanne pushed downward to accept more of Barocca's huge cock. Jeanne had to really push down with all her strength to get just another inch of Barocca's massive instrument buried deeper up her snatch.

The scene was beginning to shine in an aura of radiance from the rising heat of both partners. It was an awesome spectacle to see Barocca's two-foot long cock, bone-hard with its monstrous tip embedded inside Jeanne's hot gash.

Jeanne stopped pushing downward to experience another orgasm that brought more passionate bleeps of delight rushing out of her sweet throat. That passion-filled cry hit Barocca's ears and now she could no longer control her decadent urges.

Now more than ever Barocca wanted to fuck Jeanne, and fuck her hard. With an effort of will, Barocca forced herself to maintain her composure. There would come a day very soon, when she could ram her cock into Jeanne at full force; but tonight was not the night.

Her massive cock was pulsing with anticipation. Barocca had accepted Jeanne's loving touches and now she wanted satisfaction. Jeanne had made Barocca crazy with passion to enter into her steaming gash. Jeanne pushed downward again.

Jeanne's eyes bulged out of her head from the stupendous pain of entry. Unbelievably another inch of Barocca's cock went inside her. The pole was buried in place a mere couple of inches but the fabulous width of the huge snake stretching her apart made her crazy. Jeanne beat her fists on the bedcovers and groaned in fury. She wanted desperately to accept more and more of Barocca's cock, no matter if it killed her.

"Easy, Jeanne, easy!" warned Barocca. "I told you that this wouldn't be easy for you, on your first day here. Settle down and relax for a few minutes. It should get a little easier once you're a little more accustomed to me inside of you."

Barocca let Jeanne lie on her back, and try to adapt to the size and sensation of her over-sized cock inside her cunt. Barocca told Jeanne how much better things would be, and how much she could enjoy things once she'd been on the Island longer. Barocca managed to work her cock in between Jeanne's creamy thighs and move it about. The black leather-like skin of the instrument ran against her open gash and teased her clit. Jeanne's cunt walls formed around it and her orgasm brought her to a state of uncontrollable convulsions.

Jeanne's nipples were bloated to the point that Barocca swore they were turning darker colors from her excitement. Jeanne inched up to accept more of the cock inside her. Now that the tip of it was firmly in she rested both hands on the bedcovers. With her hands giving her body the proper leverage, she scooted forward with to capture more of Barocca's cock.

Barocca watched as Jeanne's face became beet-red and sweaty as her body moved forward to swallow her enormous cock. Jeanne's head pressed down onto her chest. Her chin brimmed with sweat. Her cheeks were red and puffy.

"That's my girl, Jeanne," encouraged Barocca. "Just take a little bit of me inside of you at a time. And don't try to take more than you know you can. There'll be time for showing off later."

Jeanne's eyes were bloodshot from the incredible effort of admitting Barocca's huge member up into her pliable body. Her cunt seemed to be swallowing the heavy cock inside it.

Barocca watched as more and more of her cock became embedded in the little opening of Jeanne's cunt. Jeanne's hands gripped the bedcovers on either side of her and she pushed her pelvis upward to meet the bloated shaft head on. As Barocca watched Jeanne give way and try to force her huge cock deep inside her, she knew that the lust for cock was indeed destructive. But Jeanne could not control herself. The more that cock slipped up her cunt, the more Jeanne wanted.

Jeanne was determined to get it further inside her. She pressed inexorably forward. Barocca began to twitch in place. Barocca wanted to desperately ram forward. Barocca's cock was almost halfway inside her steamy snatch. Jeanne's cunt hole was contorted to an unreal proportion. It appeared that it would burst at the seams.

By being fucked face up Jeanne could see the massive instrument that was impaling her. Her eyes bulged out. She could both see and feel the object that was driving her crazy and splitting her body in two like a wishbone. Jeanne waited for the pain to die down from her last thrust. She was no longer crying, for lust had captured all of her body.

Barocca paused to let Jeanne accept the amount of cock in her body, and become used to it. Barocca stared at Jeanne with unabashed lust. "Damn, Jeanne. You've got about a foot of my cock in your pussy girl. That's more than I thought you might be able to take on your very first night here. I'm proud of you, Jeanne."

"I don't have words to describe how this feels, Barocca. I think I can handle what you've got inside me now. But you're right. I don't think I could take much more of your cock in me without splitting in two."

"Okay, girlfriend. Now we're gonna fuck. So far it's just been about seeing how much of me you can accommodate. Now I'm gonna show you what this tool of mine can do."

Barocca begin a series of slow, steady piston-like strokes in and out of Jeanne's pussy.Jeanne's cunt was contorted open. It was stretched to an unbelievable proportion from Barocca's giant cock embedded inside it. Jeanne could not move.

Barocca was careful not to go past the limit Jeanne had set for tonight. It was difficult not to give in, and ream Jeanne hot and heavy, for all she was worth. Barocca set her pace at a slow rhythmic tempo that brought intense pleasure to both girls. Barocca kept this up for fifteen minutes, as she fucked Jeanne with steady, powerful strokes, while being careful not to force herself too deeply inside of her.

Jeanne's entire body seemed to grip and form around the massive instrument. Her body convulsed in uncontrollable spasms. She was having trouble holding herself in place. Jeanne called out to Barocca. She told her that she was losing her mind from the pleasure. Barocca's cock throbbed inside her. Barocca thought that Jeanne might pass out right there, from the stupendous rocking rhythm her orgasms were putting her through.

Jeanne's body gleamed with sweat. Her tract was well greased now as her cunt had secreted enough juice for her to slide up and down on Barocca's cock. She was out of her mind from the motion. Jeanne reeled her body forward and back and looked down to watch the cock piercing in and out of her. Her eyes were glazed and awe-stricken from the stupendous spectacle of the massive instrument pushing in and out of her pussy.

Jeanne grabbed onto the bedcovers for dear life and pushed back and forward with all her strength. Each time Barocca's cock plunged inside her she let out a sex-drugged groan of unbelievable pleasure. Her groans were low-pitched throaty bellows that became hoarse from the intensity of her screaming pleasure making her voice raspy.

Barocca wanted ever so much to ram all her weight into Jeanne. Jeanne moved back and forth with a fiery rhythm, and she dragged the bedcovers with her when she did. Barocca saw Jeanne's body suddenly stiffen as one orgasm died down and the beginnings of another sprung up. The fantastic thrill of the spasms had Jeanne riveted in place on her cock. Every nerve ending in Jeanne's beautiful body began to vibrate and explode. She was lost in a lustful reverie. Barocca's cock was pulsing with the fierceness of a snake ready to attack. Jeanne could feel it beginning to vibrate inside her.

Barocca was strangely quiet for a shemale caught in the throes of a coming orgasm. Jeanne was silent, her body was out of control but her mind awaited the event that would finally quench her lust. Barocca was too hot from the grip of Jeanne's pussy on her cock, and she went over the top. Now Barocca let out a fierce groan and the muscles of her buttocks became taut. Barocca was coming.

Barocca's cock exploded inside of Jeanne. Huge spurts of white cum splashed inside her cunt and whipped out of her contorted snatch. It had been a tremendous effort for Jeanne to take barely half of Barocca's cock inside her cunt, and allow her to fuck her with it. Once Barocca's cock actually started shooting off, Jeanne's body simply wasn't prepared, and the huge cock slipped out.

Jeanne's loins were painted in sperm. Barocca's cock seemed to never stop pumping its heady elixir. Jeanne was drunk with it. With huge gobs of fierce intensity, Barocca's cock released its copious load and began to drench Jeanne.

The creamy sperm on her hot gash brought another thrilling orgasm to the lusty body of Jeanne. A bevy of shemale cum drenched her open cunt and loins. Barocca's cock quickly painted Jeanne's flanks with the steamy goo. Jeanne was out of her mind with lust and quickly reached forward and grabbed Barocca's pumping truncheon in her hands.

"Yeah girl, that's it!" Barocca squealed in pleasure. "Suck my cum down like a good little slut!"

In between spurts Jeanne managed to clamp her loving mouth on the massive cockhead. Jeanne's head jolted back from the blast. Thick white cum spilled out of the corners of her mouth. Jeanne's eyes rolled in her head from the decadent act of eating it. More of the steamy goo shot into her willing mouth and she jerked the ebony member as it emptied into her gullet.

It was deliciously tasty, and the heat of it surprised her, but Jeanne was too passion filled to allow that fact to deter her depraved instincts. She had wanted to make love to Barocca. And even though she could not admit her all of her massive member into her cunt just yet, then she had done the next best thing by taking nearly half of Barocca inside of her.

Finally the last of the load erupted from the Barocca's balls and now Jeanne lovingly lapped up the remaining drops. As Barocca's cock began to become limp, it gleamed from the residue of cum and Jeanne's saliva. Jeanne cleaned the ebony tool until it gleamed spotlessly. Then she rubbed Barocca's softening member along her face and breasts.

"Barocca, that was in-fucking-credible," exclaimed Jeanne. "I have never felt anything that even comes close to that in my life."

"Well for a first-timer, I have to say that you gave a damn fine accounting of yourself, Jeanne."

For the moment Jeanne had satiated her insane lust. Jeanne's eyes were half-closed from her spent condition. She let go of Barocca's cock and wiped her face clean of the flecks of cum that had splashed onto her cheeks. For the time being the minor penetration from Barocca's massive cock would have to suffice.

"We have got to do this again sometime...." panted Jeanne, as her body caught up with her, and she began to collapse from near-exhaustion.

"Don't you worry girlfriend," said Barocca, as she gently caught Jeanne's body and eased her down onto the bedcovers. Barocca pulled a blanket over her, and then settled down onto the other side of the bed herself. "I intend to feed you so much cock and so much cum in the next few days, that you wouldn't believe me if I told you."

Barocca's Master Plan

After Barocca pulled out of Jeanne for the last time, both girls quickly collapsed and fell asleep. The next morning, Barocca was up early, and poring over Dee Dee's notes and programs in her computer files. Later on, Barocca could hear Jeanne stirring in the bedroom, as she cleaned up and took a shower.

"Morning, Barocca. How long have you been up?"

"I'm afraid I beat you out of the sack by a couple of hours."

"Damn. How do you do it? I mean we were up late talking to begin with, and then fucking and sucking after that. I don't see how you do it."

"Well Jeanne, the vitamins and stimulants we take here help some for a start. Plus we also preach regular exercise or conditioning to everyone here. There's nothing worse than trying to perform and have sex with a tired, out of shape body. Plus after a while, we're used to staying up half the night having sex, and still being fresh the next morning. We can't do it every single night, but we're all in pretty sound condition here. That's something that'll come to you in time, as you spend more time here."

"Okay, Barocca. 'Good things come to she who waits', and all that stuff. So tell me again about your master plan for me."

"It goes like this, Jeanne. After the way Tiffany and company have treated Jordan, I still think that I'd be within my rights to demand that I be given the opportunity to give someone else special treatment and advancement here on the Island too.

"But the reality of it is that my little sector or 'clique' is in the minority here on the Island. My gut feeling says that Tiffany and her group would find some way to block things or stop it from happening, if I went about it through the proper channels. So, I'm taking matters into my own hands. And the first step was contacting you, and bringing you here to the Island in secrecy.

"I told you last night that Dee Dee has everything computerized on the Island. Including how she performs the surgical techniques. It's just a matter of inputting everything into the computers, and being there to monitor them while the process takes place. You've seen me, and enough photos and videos of others girls that she's worked on to trust that Dee Dee's got things down to a smooth running science here. The real problem is getting enough time, alone and undisturbed in Dee Dee's lab, to get the job done."

"Well, the way I see it Barocca, is that you've either got to do some type of takeover, or figure out a way to be in more than one place at once, so they wouldn't suspect you."

"Exactly what I've been thinking, Jeanne! Trying any kind of takeover would be absolute foolishness. My little clique is outnumbered almost four to one here. But your other suggestion is right along the lines of what I've been thinking of. And I think I've finally hit on the answer.

"While you were sleeping in, I've been burrowing though Dee Dee's files in more depth. I've come across a test program that she wrote called 'doppel'. That's short for doppelganger, Jeanne. Are you familiar with what that is?"

"That's some kind of clone or duplicate, right Barocca? Only it's kind of creepy or not quite the same as the original?"

"Very good, Jeanne. It's mainly found in ghost and suspense stories. It's the popular term for someone's ghost or spirit, that's seen roaming about in those old Gothic mansions, that's come back from the dead, or isn't resting in peace.

"Dee Dee's been working on a way to try and produce temporary clones of us, to use in our videos. The reason for that is lots of people have written us with requests to see multiples of the same girl in action at once."

"You mean like three of you fucking Ebony, Barocca?"

"Exactly, Jeanne. Or three Tiffany's doing it to two Clyda's. The possibilities are endless. Some guys have such strong fixations on certain girls, that they'd pay plenty to see two of the same identical girl, rather than several other different girls in action."

"Hey, it takes all kinds to make the world go around," said Jeanne. "I guess as long as their money's green, and you could find a way to do it, then everything's cool."

"That's the way that I feel too, Jeanne. Of course, Dee Dee's good with computers, and she knows a lot about medicine and surgery. But she's not that good. There's no way to make 'temporary clones' on a practical basis."

"I've seen enough news on TV to know that they can clone animals nowadays," said Jeanne. "But that's a long way from doing it to a human. And the cost involved, and the medical facilities you'd need would be staggering. Not to mention the time involved."

"Medically speaking, it just isn't possible, or even feasible for us to consider it," agreed Barocca. "We also toyed with the idea of trying to do it with computers. I mean if they can make computerized dinosaurs that everyone swore were real in those 'Jurassic Park' films, I thought it wouldn't be that big a stretch to do it with women or shemales. But a lot of the people in the special effect business won't do porn. And the few that were willing to talk to us quoted us such outrageous figures, and the results weren't something we thought would fly, and would really convince the customers.

"So for obvious reasons, the 'temporary clone' idea has never really gotten off the back burner stages. But I've got one trump card left to play, and I think now is the right time to use it."

"Just what have you got in mind, Barocca?"

"Well, Jeanne. I told you ninety-nine percent of everything last night. I kept one dirty little secret out. I'm going to tell you part of it, but not everything. I made a lot of seedy contacts while I was doing porn. Most of them, I'd rather forget all about. But a couple of them did eventually lead me to me some real power players. You wouldn't believe some of the famous people that are some of our best customers here. These are people who can make anything, and I mean literally anything, happen.

"You've probably wondered why Ebony is so much different than everyone else, right? Dee Dee's rechecked all her figures a thousand times, and she can't figure out what went wrong. She's at a loss to explain why Ebony's a foot bigger, upstairs and downstairs, than everyone else here on the Island.

"The truth is, there's nothing wrong with Dee Dee's calculations. I give her credit for being good at her craft. Ebony turning out the way she did was the result of a little intervention by yours truly. In the chat rooms and in e-mails, I asked the guys what their wildest fantasies with me and some of the other shemales would be. One of them said he wanted to see us girls even bigger, stronger and more outrageously hung between our legs than we already were."

"You've gotta be kidding me," said Jeanne incredulously.

"Hey, nobody thought there'd be a market for girls with boobs the size of basketballs, and then they got even bigger," replied Barocca. "Look at the porn market nowadays. Anyway, one of my 'fans' said he was some kind of medical technician in the Washington DC area. And not only did he want to see a black shemale who dwarfed me in size, he said he knew a way to actually make it happen. He said since Ebony was already changed into a shemale, he had a program that would simply enlarge her from head to toe.

"Part of me thought it was complete bullshit, and that I'd just be letting him con me out of a few photo sets and custom videos. But since Dee Dee had actually made us what we were, I thought there might be a possibility of him actually being right.

"He sent me a link to some secure government web site, and had me download a bunch of software programs. Then he showed me how to hack into and map a drive into Dee Dee's computers with a password-cracking program, so I wouldn't even have to get into the lab. I just had to be sure and run it on Dee Dee's PC the night before one of Ebony's routine physicals. Along with the standard scans and tests, it bathed and transformed Ebony with sometime of bizarre radiation, and turned her into what she is now shortly afterward. For a long time, Ebony and I really ran things the way that we wanted to on our side of the Island.

"And it also automatically removed and deleted all references and traces of itself from her PC afterwards. Since then Dee Dee upped the security measures on her computers, so that nothing can be done on them from a remote connection; we'll have to do it in person. I've gone and burned all of those files onto CD's and looked at some of the files that are on them. I'm not into computers the way that Dee Dee is. But I could tell that what's on there is light years ahead of anything that medical science is even close to putting out now."

"Sounds like whoever you got this from must be pretty high up in some government circles, Barocca," said Jeanne.

"That'd be my guess too, Jeanne," replied Barocca. "I tried making some polite inquiries about the CD and those files, and I ran into more cover-ups and closed doors than an X-Files episode. But that was several years ago. I'm gonna make a few more phone calls and see if these folks have got anything up their sleeve that might be an answer for the cloning problem."

"Isn't that kind of activity going to draw unwanted attention to you here, Barocca?"

"Ordinarily, yes. But I've got a secure phone line here. As well as other security precautions that let me do just about anything that I want. That was how I managed to contact you, and get you here to the Island without anyone else knowing about it.

"So, I'm gonna burn up the phone lines for a bit, Jeanne. The less you know about the people I'm in contact with, the better. You can watch some TV, and grab something from the refrigerator for breakfast. I should be done in about an hour."

An hour later, Barocca emerged from the bedroom after engaging in another marathon series of long-distance telephone calls.

"You wouldn't believe some of the red tape that I had to cut through to get things done, Jeanne. At the beginning, nobody would even talk to me, or acknowledge that the files they gave me even existed. So then I mentioned a few key filenames, and also hinted that their 'non-existent' files might just find themselves posted on the Internet. After that, they were falling all over themselves to give me whatever I wanted."

"That's my girlfriend. How to win friends and influence people."

"You got that right, Jeanne. They'll be sending me a major download onto my computer all this afternoon, and it'll probably take part of tomorrow too. After it's done, all we do is fill in all of my vital statistics. And then we burn a CD and take it to Dee Dee's lab, and it'll do the rest."

"And just exactly what are we gonna get out of this, Barocca?"

"We get a temporary clone or 'doppelganger' of me, Jeanne. Physically, she'll be an exact duplicate of me, including all the sexual organs. They've told me that she'll have my winning face and smile too; she won't look like some kind of out spaced-out ghost or goblin.

"The one down side is that she'll have a vocabulary that's about the size of my bust measurement. However, since she'll be taking my place in the 'Main Event', the other girls won't be expecting her to say a lot."

"Whoa! Slow down, Barocca. Start over from the beginning. I'm missing a few steps in your 'master plan'," exclaimed Jeanne.

"Okay, Jeanne. Sorry if I confused you a bit. Here's how it goes. After everything downloads from my 'friends in high places', we input my statistics into the program, and then burn a CD, so that we can install that program on Dee Dee's computers in her lab, and use it.

"We're gonna have to sneak into Dee Dee's lab the night before the main event, and we use that CD to make a clone or doppelganger of me. The clone will have a life span of twenty-four hours. She'll take my place in the main event, as everybody reams Jordan within an inch of her life. The only thing that's missing is I won't be there to personally butt-fuck Jordan, but I'm sure there'll be other opportunities for that."

"Last time I checked Barocca, sneaking into someone's lab in the middle of the night is probably called 'breaking and entering'. Don't they frown on that here?"

"Probably. But crime is practically unheard of here on the Island. So I doubt we'll be facing any type of serious security systems from Dee Dee.

"The very next morning, the clone takes my place in the main event. The whole Island is geared up to watch this in the first place. So not only will we have nearly the entire day to ourselves undisturbed; I'll have an ironclad alibi because everyone will be watching 'me' in the main event the whole time.

"And then we use the 'quality time' in Dee Dee's lab the next day, to let the machine work its magic on you, Jeanne. By the end of the day, you'll emerge as a fully-developed shemale, with enough meat between her legs to give anybody short of Ebony, a run for their money in a size contest."

"Damn, Barocca! You sure don't do anything halfway, do you?"

"Hey, drastic times call for drastic measures," Barocca replied with a laugh. "And my folks always told me that if you're gonna do something, never do it halfway. Go for broke, or don't do it at all.

"Well, I think that's enough 'action and intrigue' for one morning, don't you, Jeanne? We've got a few hours to kill, while everything downloads onto my PC. I'm sure you're more than anxious to get another taste of my cock, and try your luck with me again, aren't you?"

"Barocca, you read my mind, girl! Get that hunk of meat ready and whip it out!"

The next several hours passed by quickly, as Barocca let Jeanne suck and fuck to her heart's content.

At roughly the same time as Barocca and Jeanne were settling down for an afternoon of fun and games, another figure was planning his own course of action.

Almost a thousand miles to the North, somewhere in the bowels of the Pentagon, in an office of a Government Agency that only a handful of people even knew existed, a figure folded his hands together, and mulled over his thoughts in quiet contemplation.

He chuckled to himself as he went over recent events in his mind. Mulder and Scully were still as befuddled as they had ever been when it came to uncovering any of the schemes and various conspiracies that he'd brought to fruition. He paused to light a cigarette, and take a long, leisurely puff. The conversation he'd just had with Barocca had been unsettling to say the least.

"Just who the hell does that little cunt think she is," he muttered to himself. "Trying to blackmail and intimidate me, of all people. And as for her claims of having a 'secure line', and me not being able to trace a phone call to her; well, she's got another thing coming.

"After all, we're the ones who invented the word 'sneaky'. We've got a system that can trace a phone call anywhere in the world, as it happens, just like when people call the White House. So it shouldn't be too much trouble to find out just what I want to know about my nosy little friend, Barocca."

He opened a certain application on his computer, and tapped a number of keys, as he entered in a request for a trace on a recent phone call. A few moments later, Barocca's original phone number was displayed on his screen.

"I knew that little snot wasn't as smart as she thought she was," as he scanned the information. "Son of a bitch. I don't see any street address or other location data. The only thing we can pinpoint for certain, is that from the area code, and the prefix, she called from somewhere in the Bahamas.

"But if she thinks she's heard the last of this, she's sadly mistaken. I don't know what kind of software she's received from us or someone else in the past. But unless she's completely incompetent, she ought to realize that software is many years advanced beyond anything that any lab on Earth can turn out nowadays. I think it's high time that Barocca met the owners of that software.

"When we retrieved that technology from the crashed saucer back in the 60's, we never dreamed that the aliens would actually come back to salvage their craft. That was a major fucking mess, convincing the aliens we didn't know what happened to the technology on their craft. But we still wound up holding onto a full copy of everything for ourselves. They were so mad, they were ready to shoot first and ask questions later back then.

"I think that the Vectrans would be extremely interested to find out that someone else has been using their technology without their consent."

He pressed a button on the side of the desk, and a panel slid open to reveal an extremely advanced modem/scrambler device. He connected a cable from his PC to the modem device, and then quickly typed up a message that was short and to the point.

If the Vectrans wanted to track down their missing technology, all they'd have to do was to look on a certain island in the Bahamas. He didn't have Barocca's address, but from the trace he had run earlier, and the prefix of the telephone number, he was able to list the approximate location of the Island.

He took another puff on his cigarette, and slowly exhaled the smoke as the data transferred from the computer to the modem. The message was transferred to the modem from the PC. With a series of blinking lights and whirring noises, it was scrambled and coded into a language that they could easily understand. From there it was sent to one of the transmitting satellites, and then out to its final destination.

"Now Miss Barocca will find what happens when you don't let sleeping dogs lie, and fuck with people that you shouldn't fuck with."

Dee Dee And Tiffany's Plans

"Take a look at the network monitoring program I'm downloading, Ebony," said Dee Dee.

"What have you got in mind, Dee Dee?"

"Once this is installed, I can set it so that I know anything and everything that happens on our network; coming or going. If it was on every PC in a major business, it would slow things down considerably, and people would bitch a lot. But since we're on a smaller network, it'll give us a much more detailed description of what's happening on every PC around here. Some of the girls might grumble a little, but we'll a little bit of a 'heads up' on who's doing what around here."

Later that day after Ebony's conditioning class, Dee Dee met with Tiffany and Clyda in Tiffany's quarters."Hi Dee Dee," said Tiffany. "Clyda and I have been going over things, and I think we've come up with a plan of action for the next few days. I want you to create a very special pill for Jordan tonight, and then we'll give it to her tomorrow night, before the Main Event," said Tiffany. "But I want a few special modifications to it. We already agreed that we were going to fix things so that Jordan was guaranteed to pass the final test. I've been trying to figure out just how we'd do that, without giving things away. And now I think I've got it. I want to add one more little twist to things, and tip the scales in our favor even more."

"Don't you just love it when she gets so sneaky like this?" giggled Clyda. "What sort of deviltry have you got in mind?"

"From here on out, it's no more 'Mrs. Nice Amazon'," retorted Tiffany. "It's common knowledge that Barocca, Clyda and myself all measure out at just about the same dimensions in our cocks. But as we all know, Ebony's considerably longer than anybody is. And both Dee Dee and Ebony are almost twice as thick as anyone else's cock.

"Dee Dee, I want you to come up with a pill that'll let Jordan swallow mine, Barocca's or Clyda's meat up either hole, or down her throat, and she'll be able to handle that amount of penetration with normal effort. She'll know she's got our shafts inside her, she'll feel every inch, but it won't push Jordan completely over the edge.

"But I want you to limit the way her body will stretch, so that when you or Ebony shove your cock inside of her, I want her to squeal like a banshee. We've gotta make it convincing enough so that Jordan doesn't cakewalk through the whole affair. And at the same time, Barocca will be humping her brains out on Jordan, but she won't be able to hurt her the way she probably wants to."

"I see what you're driving at, Tiffany," said Dee Dee. "I can fix the pill so that anything in Jordan's body over a certain length, or a certain thickness really puts her over the edge."

"You realize that whenever two of us do a double-insertion in her, that will have the same, if not greater effect on Jordan," added Clyda.

"That's perfect," replied Tiffany. "All of us like Jordan. And we want her to succeed in this. But she's gonna have to earn this too. And it would really look suspicious if she didn't break a sweat, and really cry out, when we do a double-dip inside of her.

"Okay. I think we've got our battle plan officially laid out. At least through the weekend. Dee Dee, now you know what to work in for the final effect and specifications for Jordan's pill, so I'll let you have all day in the lab tomorrow to get that ready.

"We'll call her in here tomorrow night, and give it to her then, so it'll have a chance to be absorbed into her body, and take effect. Then after the Main Event, we'll set things up for Jordan's operation. We'll let her see just what she's got between her legs. And then we'll spring it on her that we can also take it away, if she gets out of line."

"Whatever else happens around here, it certainly isn't going to be boring in the near future," said Clyda.

"I don't know about you, but I can't wait to get inside Jordan's box," said Dee Dee.

"That goes double for me," said Tiffany. "I don't know just what it is about her, but Jordan's got half the Island talking about her, and/or wanting to fuck the daylights out of her.

"Okay. Let's call it a night. We'll set things up for Jordan to report here after dinner tomorrow night, and then we'll lay things on the line to her."

The Night Before

It was Saturday evening, after all of the normal chores and duties had been finished on the Island. Jordan had finished another day of her duties in the kitchen. She was more aware than anyone else, just what the following day would bring.

As Jordan settled into her quarters after dinner, she found another note from Tiffany. She was to report to Tiffany's quarters at 8:00PM for her final instructions. Jordan arrived promptly just before eight o'clock, and knocked on the door.

"Come in please," called Tiffany.

Jordan smiled and greeted Tiffany, and waved to Dee Dee and Clyda as they were seated on the sofa across from Tiffany.

"Well Jordan, tomorrow's the big day," said Tiffany. "Do you think you're ready for it? Are you having any second thoughts yet?"

"No way," replied Jordan. "I'll admit that I'm nervous as heck about it. But there's no way that I'm turning back, after everything I've been through so far."

"I'm glad to hear that you're still excited about it. We've already warned you about what to expect tomorrow, Jordan. No one's going to be pulling any punches with you, or taking it easy on you, during the time you're with us.

"But we told that we'd give you a fighting chance to make it through successfully, and we meant it," continued Tiffany. "Dee Dee's got a pill for you to take, which will give you some help."

Dee Dee handed Jordan a pill that was a dark red color, and a glass of water. "Just wash this down, Jordan. By the time you're ready for the Main Event tomorrow, it'll be completely absorbed in your bloodstream, and you'll be as ready as you'll ever be."

Jordan did as she was told, and swallowed the pill. "I've been trying to just do my duties in the kitchen like you said, and not be too conspicuous. But a lot of the other girls have been spreading rumors that Barocca's got it in for me, and that she may try something tomorrow."

"We've heard the same rumors that you have, Jordan," said Tiffany. "To be honest, I don't think she'll try anything when there's four of us there with you in the same room. If you make it through the Main Event, Barocca may try some type of protest, and demand that she be allowed to give special treatment to someone, like we did to you. Or she may even try some kind of takeover attempt. We just don't know what's going through her head nowadays."

"The important thing is for you to get some rest, and be as fresh as you can for tomorrow love," said Clyda.

"Clyda's right," said Tiffany. "We all think that you can do this. But it is going to be the toughest challenge you'll ever face on the Island. So for now, just turn in and get a good night's sleep, and we'll all see you again in the morning."

A few moments later, there was another knock at the door.

"I wonder who that is," muttered Tiffany. "Come in, please."

The door opened, and Ebony walked in. "Hi, Tiffany." She smiled and nodded to Clyda and Dee Dee. "I was trying to find Dee Dee, and I thought she might be here, but I think you should also hear this, Tiffany."

"What's up, Ebony?" asked Tiffany.

"Well the last few days, I've been getting a number of complaints from girls all over the Island about the computers. It seems most of them have been running slower than molasses surfing the Internet."

"Is that still going on? That shouldn't be happening," said Dee Dee. "We've got a T1 link for our Internet provider connection."

"That's true about our Network connection," said Ebony. "But if you put enough traffic on it, you can slow anything down. So I started monitoring some of the activity across the board, to see if I could spot where the bandwidth was being used up. It turns out Barocca's running our throughput on the Network into the ground. I know it's going to her quarters and her PC, because we verified and cataloged all the port connections and data jacks last week.

"Barocca's been doing almost constant downloading and file transferring for nearly two days. I couldn't tell what it was, because of the secure lines she has going into her quarters. The one thing I could tell, is that whatever she's getting, it's coming from somewhere in the Washington, DC area from some of the information headers on the packets. That Network monitoring software that Dee Dee and I installed was able to tell me that much about whatever it is that she's up to."

"Isn't there anything we can do to stop this?" asked Tiffany.

"About the only thing I can think of would be to reboot the router, and bring the Network up and down," said Dee Dee. "Not only would that be a lot of work, just before we need to be fresh and ready for the Main Event tomorrow. It would also tip Barocca off that we're on to her."

"The way I see it," said Ebony, "is that Barocca's either involved in some kind of a marathon on-line gaming tournament; or she's getting the mother of all downloads from some-where out there."

"I'm inclined to believe it's 'games' all right," said Tiffany. "And I don't think it's going to be any type of game that we're going to like. We've been trying to play things quietly, and not make a major scene until we absolutely have to. Let's stick with that plan until the Main Event is over, one way or another, tomorrow."

"I never thought I'd hear myself saying this," said Ebony. "But Barocca is getting just too fucking sneaky and conniving for her own good lately. I'd be lying if I said I knew what she was up to. Just between you and me, I hope Jordan really makes it though the final test tomorrow.

"I've taken a liking to her, ever since she sucked it up and finished off her time with me. Because she's been getting special treatment, I'm sure as hell not gonna take it easy on her, or give her any favors, but I really hope that she makes it through with flying colors tomorrow."

Tiffany, Clyda and Dee Dee each tried to remain composed, and not look overly excited or confident.

"Well, I'm really glad that you're looking forward to it as much as the rest of us, Ebony," said Tiffany. "Dee Dee and myself are the only ones here who haven't had a chance to be with Jordan yet. And from what you and Clyda have said about her, we're really anxious too."

Dee Dee knew that Ebony might suspect something if she remained in the same room with the three of them, with atmosphere so tense before the Main Event, and she took the initiative.

"I tell you what, Ebony. I think I know a couple of tricks that might let us free up some more bandwidth on the Network, or maybe even let us find out some more about all the stuff that Barocca's been downloading. Let's go take a look at the Network before we call it a night, and see if there isn't anything that we can do about it."

"Sounds good to me, Dee Dee," said Ebony. "See you tomorrow, girls."

Dee Dee and Ebony strolled across the corridors until they entered the Network room, and Dee Dee turned on the small monitor used for viewing the applications on the server.

"That's funny. Things are back to normal now," said Ebony. All of the usage levels and indicators on the software reported normal activity. Dee Dee had seen the abnormally high activity in the last days too, so she knew Ebony hadn't been mistaken.

"Well, whatever Barocca was doing, it's finished now," said Dee Dee. "I guess we don't have any choice but to just play things the way they are, and see what unfolds."

The Girls' Night Out - Barocca & Jeanne's Adventure

It was nearly midnight on Saturday, the day before the Main Event was scheduled. Barocca and Jeanne each double-checked their bags to make certain that they had not forgotten anything, and then stealthily left Barocca's quarters, and made their way through the corridors to Dee Dee's lab on the other side of the Island.

"Are you sure we're going to be able to pull this off, Barocca?" asked Jeanne. "What if we're caught?"

"I've told you Jeanne. I've got a program in place that'll mask any video camera footage of us in the corridors, that might be taken. It'll also cover up any door locks or mechanisms we have to trip or bypass to get into Dee Dee's lab. The only thing that could possibly happen is if some night owl actually bumps into us in person. And I think that's highly unlikely, because everyone wants to get a good night's sleep, so they're fresh and ready to watch, or participate in the Main Event tomorrow."

The girls walked through several more corridors before they were actually in front of the door to Dee Dee's lab. Barocca pressed the entry code, and tried the handle. The door stayed firmly locked.

"Shit. Dee Dee's gotten more paranoid than I thought," muttered Barocca. "She's changed the entry code again. All right. This will take a little longer than I thought, but it's not going to stop us."

Barocca reached into her totebag, and brought out a small screwdriver. She pried the bottom cover of the door lock mechanism up about a quarter inch. Enough to expose part of the inner workings, but not enough to damage it.

Next, Barocca produced a small handheld device about the size of a calculator. It had two wire leads extending from it, with small toggle clips at the end. Barocca inserted each lead into the exposed door lock, and clipped them on a specific point inside. Then she flicked a switch on the side of the device, and powered it on. She entered a few keystrokes, and immediately, a series of five digit numbers began flashing on the display screen.

"Standard decryption device," Barocca explained to Jeanne. "One advantage to being in such a small society here, is that it's no secret what types of hardware, computers and other mechanical devices we have here on the Island. Including electronic door locks. Once I found out earlier what we used on the Island, it wasn't too hard for some of my friends and contacts to find a way to crack it off the Internet.

"This particular model only accepts up to five digit entry codes. This little device will go through and enter all umpteen-thousand possibilities in under two minutes, until it finds the right one."

After a moment, the device gave three soft beeps, and displayed the entry code. Barocca entered the digits, and unlocked the door to the lab. She carefully removed the wire leads, and pressed the lock cover back to its normal position.

"Okay. We're through the front door," said Barocca, as she closed the door after Jeanne. "If everything goes smoothly, we shouldn't be here more than about three hours. That'll still leave plenty of time for us to be back in my quarters, before anyone would even think of coming in here.

"Step number one, Jeanne, is for you to go over to the scanning chamber, and power up all of these switches, in the order I've laid out for you on this index card. It needs about fifteen minutes to cycle up, and be ready for use. Call me if you've got any questions, or if anything is different than what I've got laid out for you. I'll be over here installing the program on the main computer."

While Jeanne began to prepare the scanning chamber, Barocca went to work on Dee Dee's PC with the alien software. After the massive download she'd received, Barocca had copied all the data onto several CD's. The first one was a bootable CD, and it quickly began copying massive amounts of data onto Dee Dee's hard disk.

Once the first program was installed, Barocca began filling in the data with her vital statistics. All of her body measurements, her blood type, as well as numerous medical readings and specifications went into the program. Barocca had even had to read up in some on-line medical journals earlier, to be certain just what some of them were. Eventually, the program knew just about every physiological detail that there was to know about her.

"According to your instructions, this device is ready to go, Barocca," called Jeanne.

"Okay, great. I've just finished things up at my end, Jeanne," replied Barocca, as she ran a quick check on the machine's status.

"Okay, we're at the point of no return now, Jeanne. I'm going to settle into the machine now, and let it work its magic on me." Barocca had stripped naked, and was lying on her back on the cushioned table of the machine.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing, Barocca?" asked Jeanne. There was a look of genuine concern and care on her face.

"I'm as ready as I'll ever be, Jeanne. The software these folks sent me has worked once before, so I have no doubt it'll do the job this time too."

"I know that you tried to explain it to me once before, but I still don't understand how this is supposed to work."

"In a nutshell it's like this, Jeanne. Dee Dee's machine works on the computer principle of 'cut and paste'. That's oversimplifying it, I know. But we don't have time for a full-blown explanation. See all the miniature circuitry and wiring on the inside of the plastic dome or cover?"

The machine had a large cover of material that looked similar to Plexiglas. It was also cut in the same shape of the old style plastic covers that were used on helicopters to cover the outside stretchers used for transporting medical patients.

"When Dee Dee's ready to give a girl a cock, she uses a template, and lets the machine graft, or surgically attach it to her. It does all the work, including doing all the physical and biological changes necessary to the body. She uses the same template for everyone. That's why all the girls who first receive their cock look exactly the same there, for about two weeks. Then the body accepts the new addition, and the skin tone changes, and other very subtle differences in size and shape become apparent over time. Once we're fully developed, the girls all have cocks that are slightly varied and different looking.

"For tonight, I've set the machine to 'copy' or capture my entire body, from head to toe using the new software. After it's done with that, I get out of the machine. Then we set it to 'paste' or create a new me, from all the data that it's absorbed or captured from me."

"So what we've done is turn this thing into the world's largest 'Xerox' machine," said Jeanne.

"For lack of a better term, yes," giggled Barocca. "Only this 'copy' of me is only good for twenty four hours. Okay, Jeanne. It's gonna take almost half an hour to scan everything on me.I can't talk, and I have to be as still as possible while it does this. So just relax and read a magazine or something, and just wait for me to finish. Above all, don't touch any computer in the room for any reason. Once I'm done here, we can talk more about what happens in the future.

"Lower the cover down on me, Jeanne, and make sure it snaps into place. Then go to Dee Dee's computer, and just click on the START button, on the program that I've got open."

Jeanne did as Barocca had instructed her, and moved to the computer. She clicked the mouse on the button indicated on Dee Dee's PC. A very quiet hum began to emanate from the machine, as it powered up and came to life. A series of multi-colored lights began flashing and moving across Barocca's body in up and down, and back and forth patterns. The thickness of the Plexiglas shield obscured Barocca's body to begin with, and the lights made it even more difficult to tell what was going on inside the small chamber.

"The effect from all those lights is like a cross between a large copier machine, and the old 'transporter effect' on the Star Trek series," thought Jeanne. Half an hour later, Dee Dee's PC beeped quietly, and a window flashed on the screen.

"Process Complete. Operation Successful," Jeanne read to herself. "Well, so far, so good. Now to see just how Barocca's doing." Jeanne waited for the machine to completely quiet down, and for all the lights and any other sign of activity to abate. She gently unlocked the cover mechanism, and opened it. Barocca was still for a moment, and then opened her eyes and smiled at Jeanne.

"How do you feel, Barocca?"

"Well, I'm a little stiff from having to remain perfectly still for so long. And it might take my eyes a bit to adjust from all the flashing lights in there. But otherwise, I feel fine, Jeanne.

"On to the next step, girlfriend. I'll run a quick check on the results of the program on Dee Dee's PC, and then if everything looks okay, I'll set it to do a 'paste' and create a clone of me."

Barocca quickly examined all the data that the machine had gathered from her body, and compared it to a list of the readings she had entered before they started. "Beautiful! Physically, there's no variations or differences whatsoever. I'll just set things up to do the final procedure."

Barocca entered a few more commands and keystrokes on the PC, to set up the final program. From there, she walked to the cloning machine, and closed the cover again, and made several small adjustments. Then she started the main program from Dee Dee's PC again. The machine came quietly to life again, and the pattern of glittering and flashing lights appeared again.

"And now we simply bake at three hundred degrees for one hour until it's a golden brown color, and voila! An instant shemale clone of yours truly," chuckled Barocca.

As they waited for the machine to perform it's magic, and create a clone of Barocca, the girls had an hour to wait.

"Do you really think that this will fool the other girls tomorrow, Barocca?" asked Jeanne.

"Well physically, she'll be an exact duplicate of me, including my cock. The only problem with the software these people supplied me with, is her intelligence. She's not gonna be much smarter than some of the trollops they portrayed you and me as, when we were modeling.

"But for tomorrow, she's not going to be expected to do much more than fuck Jordan hot and heavy. And I have no doubt she'll be able to do that without any problems. Like I said before, I only wish I could be there in person to do it to Jordan myself.

"I've been able to give her a really limited vocabulary and education for tomorrow's activities. She knows who the five other girls in the room in the Main Event are. And I've given her a burning desire to fuck Jordan senseless, in any way that she can. Her natural desires ought to kick in, once she sees Jordan's cunt, and sees the other gals begin humping her.

"Everyone knows that I'm pissed off at Jordan to begin with. So for the time it takes the Main Event to play itself out, I'm banking that she can get by with a minimum of conversation, and a lot of grunts and groans, and fool the others. That'll give us time to do what we need to do in this very room tomorrow."

"Only everyone will think you're in the Main Event, fucking Jordan. And they won't even know about me, until it's too late," said Jeanne.

"Exactly, girlfriend! I'll have an ironclad alibi for where I was, even if someone should somehow suspect that we might have been in here."

The girls passed the rest of the time that Barocca's clone was being created with some idle chatter. Just over an hour later, Dee Dee's computer beeped softly again. The familiar windows "Process Complete" and "Operation Successful" were flashed on the screen.

"Okay, Jeanne. Now's the time for the grand unveiling," said Barocca.

"Unveil what, Barocca? The entire window's all fogged up. I can't see a thing in there."

"That's because the machine did a tremendous amount of creating more new matter and new life, than it ever has before. It produced an entirely new human body this time, instead of just a cock like it usually does. Give me a hand with all of the locks and switches on this thing, Jeanne."

After letting the machine completely cycle down and power off, the girls unfastened the locking mechanisms on the Plexiglas cover. Steam and mist were released into the air. When it had cleared, both Jeanne and Barocca stared in awe and wonder at what they had just created. A perfect duplicate of Barocca was lying on the surface of the chamber of the machine.

From her soft curly hair, to her beautifully defined face and cheekbones, it was an exact duplicate of Barocca. Every detail of her body, including her cock and balls, her full breasts, and her pussy had been flawlessly reproduced.

"Holy shit, Barocca..." Jeanne softly exclaimed. "Not even your own mother could tell the two of you apart. But what about how she'll talk, and how she'll act?"

"There's no time like the present, to find out, Jeanne. Help me get her out of the machine and into one of the chairs. We'll let her rest there for a few minutes, while I run the uninstall program, that'll remove any traces of our activities tonight from Dee Dee's computer."

Both girls helped the clone of Barocca into one of Dee Dee's swivel chairs. Jeanne held her hands, while Barocca put the finishing touches on Dee Dee's PC.

"What's your name, honey?" asked Jeanne.

"I'm Barocca," the clone replied, as if she were just awakening from a deep sleep.

"And do you know where you are?"

"I'm on the Island. But I don't recognize this room."

Barocca turned from the PC, as she finished the uninstalling process, and smiled at her clone. "That's because you're in the doctor's area of the Island. You just had your checkup with her. This is your cousin, Jeanne. And I'm your twin sister, Barocca. Mom was never very imaginative with names, and since we look so similar, we decided to just keep the same name, when we came to the Island."

The clone smiled, and nodded in seeming acceptance at what Barocca had just said.Barocca gave Jeanne a deliberate wink when her gaze was turned from the clone. It wasn't the most believable story ever invented, granted. But it would do for the spur of the moment, and satisfy the clone's limited intelligence, for her purposes.

"You've had a long day, honey," Barocca told her clone. "The doctor had to put you under, and run some tests, but you're fine. We'll just get you home, and let you sleep for a while.

"Jeanne, get her robe out of your bag, and we'll get her covered up for the trip home."

Barocca made a final inspection of Dee Dee's lab, and was satisfied that there were no traces of any of the activities that had taken place in the last few hours. The girls helped the clone into the bathrobe, and then giving her partial support between them, they walked carefully back along the deserted corridors to Barocca's quarters.

Once they were safely back in her quarters, Barocca turned to Jeanne. "There's just one thing I want to check, before we tuck her in for the night." Barocca faced her clone. "Do you know who Jordan is, honey?"

For a moment, the clone seemed puzzled. Then a light went on in her eyes as she recalled Barocca's thoughts that had been programmed into her. "Jordan.... Jordan. Little blonde girl. Don't like her for some reason." The clone began to fondle her cock and balls. "Want to fuck Jordan. Want to fuck her real bad."

"That's right, honey. That's right," said Barocca. "You and some of your friends are going to fuck Jordan tomorrow. Long and hard. Hot and deep. You just get some rest, and don't get too excited just yet. Just save yourself for tomorrow."

After the girls had seen the clone safely to bed, Jeanne and Barocca settled down on the sofa, and the recliner chair. "I guess we'll have to 'rough it' for one night, Jeanne. But it's not too big a sacrifice to make."

"So what've you got planned for the clone tomorrow, Barocca?"

"Well, we let her get a good sleep. We were done in the lab quicker than I thought. It's only just past 3:00AM now. We'll wake her around 10:30 or 11:00 in the morning. She doesn't have to be at the Main Event until just after Noon. We'll give her a good breakfast, and also give her a few vitamins so she's really raring and ready to go. Then we send her off, and let her hump her brains out, with the others, as they put Jordan through the wringer.

"I know she's only got a lifespan of twenty four hours, but it'll be long enough to do what I need her to do. The Main Event should last anywhere from a few hours, to maybe five or six hours, if Jordan somehow manages to pull off an upset. That's still plenty of time for her. Once she's back here after the Main Event, I'll just put something in her drink to make her sleep, and that'll be the last thing that she remembers.

"Once the clone leaves here tomorrow morning, we'll wait about an hour, until we know everyone's watching the Main Event. Then we'll be free to sneak into Dee Dee's lab again. And then I'll have enough free time so that I can give you the treatment. After that, you'll be one of the family here."

"You mean I finally get to have my own cock?" asked Jeanne gleefully.

"That's right girlfriend. I'm gonna put so much meat between your legs, that you'll make a Brahma bull blush, when he gets a look at you."

"I can hardly wait, Barocca."

"I've been waiting for someone like you for a long time too, Jeanne. Let's get some sleep tonight, because we've got a busy day ahead of us tomorrow too."

Enter The Vectrans

While Barocca and Jeanne were busy in Dee Dee's lab earlier that night, creating a clone of Barocca, they had indeed covered all their tracks, and made their presence undetectable to anyone on the Island.

What they could not possibly have known, was that the 'miracle software' that Barocca had received, was alien in nature. Whenever the software was activated, it sent out a unique signal, or identifying beacon. This signal was not detectable by any communications devices currently in use on Earth. It utilized parts of the frequency spectrum that current Earth tech-nology would not be able to effectively use for almost twenty years. However, just because no one on Earth could interpret the signal, it did not mean that the signal went unreceived.

Out in the depths of space, somewhere between the orbits of Mars and Jupiter, the sleek starship Delphi 4 streaked though the void, making its sensory probes, as part of its research and exploration mission.

Calista, cadet second class, recently graduated from the Academy, sat at her station, trying not to nod off at her post. When she had signed on in the Military after graduation, she had assumed she would be assigned somewhere that there was at least a fair amount of action and events taking place.

She hadn't counted on being assigned to a boring, routine duty, on a ship so far off the beaten path of habitation and civilization in this sector of the galaxy. The only thing even close to habitation in many parsecs was a little mudball listed as Terra, or 'Earth', as the inhabitants called it.

The planet was inhabited, but the Federation's classification of the planet still placed their civilization considerably below what passed for acceptable levels of establishing contact and communications. The planet's population had recently developed nuclear weapons, and the nations of that world still couldn't peacefully coexist. They'd almost blown their planet back to the Stone Age, and the Federation wanted no part of them, until they showed greater signs of maturing.

Calista glanced at her chronometer. Still almost two hours before her shift was over. Maybe she could see about switching to a more conventional shift with one of the other girls later on. Granted out here in space, it was always 'night' to her, because it was her first trip into deep space, but maybe being on a more normal schedule would sit better with her.

Calista was almost ready to make an excuse, and have one of the other girls cover for her, in order to take a restroom break, when her display console lit up.

A signal beacon was coming in across the ship's sensors.

"This shouldn't be happening," thought Calista. "We're the only starship in this sector of the galaxy. We're out of effective communications range with just about anything."

Calista ran a quick check on her equipment. It was calibrated, and working perfectly. She captured a readout of the unusual display readings on her monitor, saved it to a file and began researching it. The current manuals and specification listings showed no match for it.

On a hunch, Calista pulled out one of the older manuals from the storage cabinet, which was at least ten years old. Thumbing through it, Calista eventually found a match for the frequency among the older, outdated types of technology that the Federation had once used.

"I knew this looked familiar," thought Calista. "I remember one of my instructors going over this in a history class, back at the Academy. I never thought I'd see it in use though. The current technology we have is so far ahead of this, it's not even funny.

"Still, we are supposed to report any type of unusual findings on this mission, so I'd better notify the Lieutenant about this." Calista reached for the intercom button, and contacted Lieutenant Rayleena, who was First Officer on the bridge at the time.

"Lieutenant, I think I have something that you should see here," said Calista.

"What've you found Calista? I was under the impression that there weren't any planets with a civilization advanced enough for us to consider contacting in this sector."

"That was my assumption too, sir. But I've verified the frequency in one of our older Tech Manuals. Someone on Terra is using our technology. Granted it appears to be quite a bit out of date, but it's definitely ours from the signature frequency beacon on it."

"Get a printout of it, and bring a hard copy of it to me on the bridge right away, Calista."Calista did as she was instructed, and brought the data to Rayleena on the bridge a few moments later. As she scanned the data, Rayleena's brow furrowed with concentration as she interpreted the data.

"I'll be damned. I never expected to see this again."

"What is it, sir?" asked Calista.

"I think that this is the same technology that we lost when one of our probe ships, the Vega, crashed on Earth, over thirty years ago. When we went back a few months later to pick up the pieces, the Earthlings assured us that all the computers and software on the ship had been destroyed in the crash. Evidently some of it survived after all.

"This happened long before you were in the service, Calista. But the Captain, myself and others were part of the mission sent to Earth to mop up, and tie up loose ends. We worked with one of their government agencies to keep things on a hush-hush level. We made it perfectly clear that if we found out that they were caught later on using our technology without our consent, that there'd be hell to pay."

"The transmission I received was two bursts, earlier tonight, sir. A little over ninety minutes all together by them."

"Who knows just what the hell they're up to with it," muttered Rayleena. "But I think the Captain will definitely want to know about this."

The race inhabiting the starship was called the Vectrans. They were essentially another humanoid race that had sprung up millions of years ago in another galaxy. Over many thousands of years, the Vectrans had perfected the art of melding, changing and shaping their bodies. They had to undergo a series of medical treatments to be able to accomplish this, but anyone who could afford the treatments could do it.

The planets they had evolved on were larger, and had a stronger gravity than that of Earth. As a result, the average adult female was at least seven feet tall, and strongly muscled. The males tended to be at least eight feet in height, and even more powerful. Although the Vectrans were considerably taller than humanoid life on Earth, their bodies and skeletal structures were so perfectly proportioned, that they had to be seen next to a smaller being, or something of a known size, for someone to really notice their size difference.

Although a large part of the Vectran population still clung to the long-established roles of basic 'male' and 'female' sexual characteristics, many of them had embraced the ability to shape and change their bodies, as their medical science made it possible.

The most popular sect was that of a female body, combined with a male's penis, or what we on Earth would call a 'shemale'. The Vectrans of this sect could alter their bodies upon command, allowing them to become shemales when it was time for sex, and totally female when there were other duties to perform. This unusual arrangement had worked out surprisingly well in the Military, where ships could be outfitted with a completely female crew, who could still function without the need for any males on board.

The current starship, Delphi 4, was one such ship. The Military and the Federation had run extensive compatibility tests on the entire crew, in both simulated combat and tactical maneuvers, as well as various social interactions. The brass had been satisfied that the crew of Delphi 4 could not only hold its own if it came to a fight, but that the all female roster would contain enough shape-shifters or shemales, that they would be able to find enough companions among themselves and coexist socially and sexually as well.

They had selected Lieutenant Commander Rhiannon for her long and outstanding service record, and promoted her to a full Captain, and given her the Delphi 4 as her first command. Rhiannon had been thrilled to find out about the promotion. "It was about fucking time that the boneheads in the top brass had finally recognized my ability, and gave me the credit I deserve," she had thought.

About the only thing that had gone wrong, was the fleet had assigned Rhiannon and the Delphi 4 to the most desolate section of the galaxy they could find. It was the equivalent of putting the new Sheriff in a one-horse town. Rhiannon knew that this tour of duty couldn't last forever though. Sooner or later it would be over, and then they'd be assigned to somewhere where the action was.

In the meantime, there wasn't a hell of a lot to do when you weren't on duty. The crew of the Delphi 4 was about two-thirds shemales, or 'shifters', or 'melders' as they were sometimes called. The few holdouts would almost definitely want to be converted to shemales, once they had been with some of the more experienced crewmembers a few times.

As Captain of the starship, Rhiannon had her pick of many of the very most desirable crewmembers for her pleasure partners. Some of the younger officers could play their little power games, and try to influence the newer girls; or try to advance through the ranks on their own through sexual favors. But rank had its privileges, damn it, and Rhiannon was certainly enjoying those now!

Rhiannon stood several inches over seven feet tall, and had a superbly muscled figure. In Terran years, both she and Rayleena were over sixty years old. But the regeneration treatments that were commonplace for her planet's citizens had kept them both looking young and vibrant. Each could easily pass for a woman less than half her age with no difficulty.

Rhiannon had a clean, handsome face that was still attractive to look at. Years of military duty had caused her face to age ever so slightly. Yet when she was off duty, or in the arms of a lover, she still had a face that would turn many heads in appreciation. Her hair was jet black, and she kept it somewhat short, cut just above her shoulders. Rhiannon's skin was a light tanned color from spending times in the sun decks after her workouts were finished. She didn't have the absolute biggest set of breasts on the ship, but she certainly wasn't flat-chested. Her breasts were full and nicely sculpted, and her nipples were thick protruding buds, with teats that were thicker than her thumbs.

Rhiannon had a cock that was probably the most magnificent piece of meat on the entire ship. Over three feet long, it was at least four inches wide, with a head that was bigger than her clenched fist. Mounted at the base of her cock were two massive testicles that not even Rhiannon could completely grip in one of her hands. Rhiannon also possessed a cunt that could swallow any cock almost up to the size of her own. She had made many partners, males, females and shemales, swoon in ecstasy, when she had given herself to them.

Rhiannon was deep in the throes of passion with her partner for tonight, a lovely blonde named Vantha, who was one of the senior Lieutenants in one of the Engineering Departments. The two girls had known each other for many years, and fucked each other for nothing more than their lust for pleasure.

Rhiannon was riding up and down on Vantha's cock, as Vantha lay on her back on the bed. Although not as huge as Rhiannon, Vantha had over two feet of her own cockmeat shoved in her lover's pussy. Rhiannon's cock was still huge enough that she could ride up and down on Vantha's meat, and her own cock could still reach all the way to Vantha's mouth. Vantha had her lips stretched around Rhiannon's bulbous cockhead, swallowing the massive helmet entirely.

After fucking back and forth like this for twenty minutes, Rhiannon eventually felt herself shoot past the point of no return. Her cock began throbbing and shaking like a fire hose. Vantha clamped down harder on her cockhead, and sucked as fast as she possibly could. At the same time, Vantha began pumping her cock in and out of Rhiannon's pussy hard enough so that her balls slapped against Rhiannon's rump.

Rhiannon screamed in ecstasy, as she felt her cock shoot off like a missile in Vantha's mouth. Vantha easily swallowed the huge flow of jism, as it cascaded into her throat. Rhiannon could feel Vantha's cock shooting off its own load inside her body, as her white-hot sperm seemed to make her belly glow with an inner fire. Each girl shot off like a rocket into the other girl for over a minute, before their orgasms subsided. Both Vectran girls relaxed their cocks so that they were no longer erect, and they gently pulled out of each other. Because of their greater physical size, and the fact that they had been used to oversized cocks for so much longer, the Vectran shemales could absorb cock and sperm in phenomenal levels that girls on Earth would only wonder in awe at, if they saw them at play.

Rhiannon was just about to suggest to Vantha that they do it one more time, and call it a night, when the intercom buzzed. It was Rayleena from the Command Deck. Rhiannon swore under her breath, and answered the buzzer.

"Damn it, Rayleena," said Rhiannon, plainly irritated at being interrupted. "Haven't I explicitly told you that I'm not to be disturbed when I'm intimate with someone? I had my cabin coded to show "Do Not Disturb" for a reason on the com link. This had damn well better be important for you to bother me like this, girl."

"I'm terribly sorry for the intrusion, Captain. But I believe Calista has found a definite beacon for some of that missing software that you specifically told me to watch out for."Rhiannon stood up at the side of the bed, as Rayleena's words registered on her. As she got up, both Rhiannon and Vantha exercised the mental control over their cocks, and they disappeared.

Thanks to tremendous advances in their medical science, the Vectran race had long ago developed the ability to shape and meld their bodies over thousands of years. Those who had received the proper medical treatments could do this literally on demand. The result was that they could shape or alter themselves into their shemale or other forms at will, when it was time for lovemaking, and discard them when they were called to other duties.

"Are you absolutely positive about this, Rayleena?" she asked.

"Yes, Commander. I was skeptical about Calista's findings at first too. But all of the information has been checked in some of the older Technical Manuals. We believe it's definitely the signature beacon from the software packages that were installed on the explorer ship Vega, when it crashed on Earth, over thirty years ago."

"All right, Rayleena. Thank you for the notice. I'll be on the bridge in five minutes."

Rhiannon switched the intercom off, and turned to Vantha. "Those little sons of bitches," muttered Rhiannon to herself. "Over thirty years ago when we went back to pick up the pieces, the Earthlings swore up and down that everything on the Vega had been destroyed when the ship crashed. I thought it was pretty damn peculiar when they showed us the salvaged hull of the ship, that every electronic and computer component had been almost surgically removed from inside it.

"Rayleena and I tried to point out to the brass, that those little bastards had obviously cannibalized our ship, but they wouldn't listen to us," said Vantha. "They were more interested in keeping our presence a secret than anything else."

"The powers that be back then didn't figure that what they considered an outdated piece of our technology in the hands of the Earthlings merited a military action or a response," replied Rhiannon. "They still didn't regard their civilization as being advanced enough to be included in the Federation yet. So they told us to abort the mission, and return home.

"This little fiasco has been the only black mark on my record in my career, Vantha. Even though the two of us were only junior officers back then, I think they've used it as an excuse not to advance you, Rayleena and myself as fast as some of the other officers."

"You're sure that little incident with Tarina didn't have anything to do with it, Rhiannon?"

Rhiannon winced, and shook her head, laughing under her breath. "You would have to remember that and bring it up. It's a good thing we're old friends, Vantha. Almost everyone else has forgotten about it by now, but the brass really put our butt in a sling for that one, and tried to embarrass us in front of the whole ship."

Rhiannon began donning her tunic, and straightening her hair. "You fuck someone in the ass just once, and the Military tries to hold it over your head forever. The little slut played up to you, me and Rayleena for over two weeks, wanting to know what it would be like to be with a shemale. So the three of us showed her what it was like one night. Then she ran screaming back home to Fleet Command after that. I mean, how the fuck were we supposed to know that her grandfather was an Admiral in the fleet?"

"What made it worse was the little trollop didn't even have the nerve to tell us that she was a virgin in the ass," added Vantha. "If we'd had a little forewarning, we could've been more gentle with her. But no...! She had to put on the act that she was experienced in everything."

"And the fact that that incident happened just a month or so after the fiasco with retrieving the Vega really had the brass painting bullseyes on our asses for a while," added Rhiannon.

"Okay! So our service records aren't exactly spotless," Rhiannon continued. "But if there's a chance that we can return to Earth, and tie up some loose ends on this mission, it could really be a feather in our cap."

As they finished donning their tunics, Rhiannon turned to Vantha. "I'll let you head back to Engineering, and you can resume your duties there, Vantha. I want to confirm Calista and Rayleena's findings for myself, and then I'll make a final decision."

As they left Rhiannon's quarters, the two women kissed goodbye. Vantha headed one way down the corridor to the Engineering levels, while the Captain turned the opposite way, and headed for the bridge.

Rhiannon arrived on the bridge, and greeted Rayleena and Calista. "Let me see your findings again, Rayleena." Rhiannon scanned through the printout, her brow furrowing as she recognized and interpreted the information.

"Actually, it was Calista who found it, Commander," replied Rayleena.

"Were you able to find out which type of our software that they were running, Calista?" asked Rhiannon.

"At this distance, the signal was very faint, Commander. I was able to amplify it, and enhance it to a degree with the ship's computers. As near as I can tell, they were running some of our medical enhancement and altering software."

Rhiannon ran her fingers over her chin, as she mulled her thoughts. "That's incredible. When I received that coded transmission from our old contact in Washington a few days ago, I certainly didn't expect anything like this to turn up so soon. That little twerp in the agency has been so concerned with playing his damned mind games, that I didn't think he could tell the truth if his life depended on it. It's almost as if he knew someone would be using it shortly after he sent us that message."

Rhiannon turned and looked at Calista, and smiled. "You've done very good work, Calista. A lot of other people might've passed this reading off as trivial, or not noteworthy. I understand that this is your first tour of duty on a starship?"

"That's right, Commander."

"Well, the first thing we're going to do is set a course for Earth, do a little mopping up, and reclaim what's rightfully ours. God only knows what those imbeciles are trying to do with our technology that they probably can't even fully comprehend. After that's over and done with, I'll be sure and show you my gratitude personally, Calista."

Calista smiled and knew what that meant. It was common knowledge that the crew of the Delphi 4 was all female, and that over two-thirds were shifters or melders who preferred taking on the shemale shape and form. It also wasn't any secret who the shifters were.

Calista had been born as a normal female, and developed into an attractive young woman with a lovely figure. As she came of age, Calista had long since yearned to become a shemale, ever since she had found out such a thing was possible through the Vectran's advanc-ed medical technology. However, just because the technology was available, didn't mean it wasn't inexpensive. As a student from a standard working class family, Calista knew the military was one of the few options for getting out of her small hometown, higher education, as well as career advancement, and the possibility of reward and recognition.

Now not only would Calista get to experience Commander Rhiannon first hand on an intimate level, she'd certainly be able to see for herself if the stories about the Captain's famous endowments were true after all. And being on the captain's good side could only be a plus in getting her future promotions, and possibly even getting some clout in getting the necessary strings pulled, so that she could one day have the makeover process performed on her, so that she could become a shemale too.

"I'm very glad that you've approved of my work, Commander," replied Calista.

Rhiannon gave Calista a warm smile that hinted at the joys that could be hers in the future. "Don't you worry girl. If this works out as I expect it to, I'll do a hell of a lot more than just notice you in the future. For now, back to your post, and keep up the good work.

"All right, crew. Listen up. We're heading back to Earth, as of right now. Calista, I want you to pinpoint just where that signal was coming from, so we know where to look."

Calista scanned her instruments. "At this distance, it's difficult to tell, Commander. Right now, I can only get approximate longitude and latitude readings. When we get closer I'll be able to tell you exactly where they are."

"All right. What can you establish from it so far?"

"Well right now, the signal is coming from somewhere in what's known on the planet as the 'Bahamas'. A small island group, off the eastern coast of Florida in their Northern Hemisphere."

"Then that's where we're headed, and we'll go over that area with a fine tooth comb when we get there. Rayleena, lay in a course for Earth. Maximum speed."

"Commander, are you sure that's wise? Shouldn't we report this to Fleet Command first?" asked Rayleena.

Rhiannon rolled her eyes back in her head, and then shook her head with a grimace.

"Rayleena, we've been friends and served together for a long time, and you were with me, Vantha and the others we picked up the pieces of the Vega. Stop and use your head. If we report this to Fleet Command, they'll make a full-blown production out of this, and assign it to some other ass-kisser, who'll get all the glory and all the credit.

"Rayleena, not only is this our chance to wipe those smug smiles off the Earthling's faces, it's a chance for a definite coup for us too. When we report that we've successfully tied up all the loose ends of this mission, they won't have any choice but to give us the credit we deserve, and we'll see some promotions too."

Rhiannon noticed that the entire Command Deck had grown ominously silent, as they listened to the conversation between the two senior officers. Rhiannon raised her voice and addressed the assembled crewmembers on the bridge.

"I should also mention that anyone else who takes part in this mission, and distinguishes themselves will also earn serious accommodations and citations on their service records. And that will certainly include recommendations from Rayleena and myself for partial, or possibly even total compensation for the cost of the medical transformation procedures, that many of you are yearning for.

"That's right girls. Bust your asses, and help make this mission a smashing success, and some of you can earn yourselves an all expenses paid trip to medical centers, for your grand makeovers into shemales, or whatever else your little heart desires. And even if you've already made the change, you'll damn sure see a hefty increase in your salaries. How many of you are with me?"

There was a resounding chorus of cheers and applause from the girls on the bridge. Even though the rest of the ship hadn't heard the official announcement, Rhiannon knew the makeup of her crew well enough, that she was certain there'd be no resentment in the ranks. A challenging mission like this, with the chance for big rewards was just what the crew of Delphi 4 needed after too long in this nearly deserted sector of the galaxy.

Rhiannon turned to Rayleena with a smile on her face. "Now. About that course change for Earth, Rayleena?"

"Yes, Commander! Course computed and laid in."

"How long until we get there?"

"At this rate of speed, just over two weeks, Commander."

"Two weeks? We can't do any better than that in a starship?" Rhiannon punched the intercom to speak with Vantha in the Engineering section of the starship. "Vantha, what's up with the ship's drive systems that we can't do more than crawl along at impulse power?"

"Sorry, Commander," Vantha replied from the engine room. "But as luck would have it, Earth's relative position in her orbit places her on the other side of the Sun from us right now. It's still well over two hundred million miles to Earth. Plus you had the technicians start doing some of the maintenance and servicing that the ship needs, since we were so far away from any kind of action."

Rhiannon repeated her offer of incentives and promotions so that Vantha and the engineering crew could hear it in their section of the ship too.

"That's got the right kind of fire lit under them, Rhiannon," Vantha replied with a hearty laugh. "They'll have this baby back up to warp speed before you know it.""That's more like it," replied Rhiannon. "One we get there, somebody on Earth is in for one hell of a big surprise, when they find out just who that software they're using really belongs to."

The Main Event - Prelude

On Sunday morning, just before noon, Jordan reported to the main chamber, where it was indicated that the Main Event would be held. As she entered the room, Tiffany, Dee Dee, Clyda, Ebony and Barocca were all waiting for her. One side of the room was an enormous mirror that stretched from wall to wall.

"Well love, it looks as though you're at the point of no return," said Clyda.

"That's right. This is the big test for me," said Jordan. "The 'final exam'. But I thought you said that everyone was going to be watching me today. I don't see anyone but us here."

"Oh you've got an audience, Jordan," said Tiffany. "Don't worry about that. While we are intent on letting everyone see what happens to you today, we're also giving you some measure of privacy. That mirror you see is really a special one-way glass."

Off to the side, Dee Dee was making some final preparations at the control console. "I know that you've only met a handful of us on the Island so far, Jordan," said Dee Dee. "But I thought you ought to get a quick preview of the rest of the girls. We've got everyone on the Island gathered here to watch this today."

Dee Dee clicked a few buttons on the console, and the mirror gave a shimmering effect. After a moment, Jordan could see the small auditorium filled with the other amazons in their seats. Some of them smiled and waved at Jordan, as they recognized her. Others looked at her with no expression, as some of them hadn't met her yet, or formed an opinion on her.Somewhat embarrassed, Jordan smiled nervously and waved to the assembled crowd.

"I never liked crowds either," said Dee Dee, as she flipped a switch, and the room appeared to be cut in half again, as the mirror reformed where the glass had been. Dee Dee flicked another switch, and a panel opened in the ceiling. An odd looking shape that looked like a large bowl floated down, and then hung suspended in mid air. Behind the mold, there were some large piles of mats and foam padding, which Jordan imagined might be used in more conventional sex scenes.

"Take a good look at the mold, Jordan," said Tiffany. "That's where you'll be spending a lot of your time this afternoon."

"How come it's just floating there like that?" asked Jordan.

"That's some special technology that Dee Dee has developed," said Tiffany.

"The mold itself is has some micro-circuitry built into it that produces a limited anti-gravity effect," said Dee Dee. "It's only good for five or six feet off the ground. The weight limit is about two hundred pounds, and it can't last for more than twelve hours at the most. But that's more than enough for our purposes here today."

"Once you sit in the mold, it will conform itself to your shape, Jordan," said Tiffany. "It will shape itself to your contours from your neck to about the middle of your buttocks. This will keep you suspended at a reasonable level without any strain on your body. This will allow us easy access to you from the top and bottom. As well as any other angles; say if we wanted to turn you on your tummy, for example."

"Sorry love," said Clyda. "But you aren't getting off so easy, thinking it might be an old fashioned gang-bang, done assembly line style. You're going to be wide open to us from all angles at all times this afternoon."

"I'm going to reinforce and restate a few rules and conditions, Jordan," said Tiffany, "so that there won't be any surprises today. You're expected to service all five of us, until we tell you to stop. With the way Dee Dee has the suspended mold worked, usually only two of us can get at your pussy and your butt at one time. Most of the time, we'll keep a steady stream of double-penetration action going on you. There will be times when we'll expect you to do a double-anal or a double-pussy insertion too.

"We know for a fact that with the pill Dee Dee has given you, that you'll be able to survive that kind of penetration from us for a limited time. We won't expect you to do that indefinitely, but sucking it in, and giving it your ultimate effort a few times will be a big part of your passing the test.

"While two of us are fucking you downstairs, you'll be doing constant oral sex on one of us who isn't inside you. The other two will be at close range, and you'll be expected to use your hands on our shafts and balls while this is going on. If we decide we want to shoot off onto each other during the course of events, we'll tell you. Otherwise, be prepared to suck three of us off in rapid succession, while you're getting fucked. Not only are we expecting stamina from you, but you'll also have to stay alert and active too."

"The pill I gave you last night will work the same as the others have," said Dee Dee. "Once it begins to sense large quantities of sperm anywhere in your body, it'll kick in, and begin burning that away. I've allowed for the higher volumes that you're going to experience, so you shouldn't see your tummy become bulging this afternoon."

"The other thing you want to realize Jordan, is that we'll be 'feeding' off of each other from all the excitement, as we fuck you," said Clyda. "We're horny a great deal of the time here on the Island anyway. When each of us sees the other four shemales in action, as well as you getting fucked, we're going to have hard-ons nearly all afternoon long, without missing a beat. That means you're not going to have very much of a 'rest period' when one girl is finished with you."

"Okay, Jordan," said Tiffany. "Any questions?"

"I guess not," replied Jordan. "I know this is the biggest test that I'll face on the Island, so let's get down to it."

"Take your bikini and your skirt off then, Jordan," said Tiffany. "And now get settled in the mold. Relax for a minute, and let it form to the contours of your backside."

Jordan eased herself into the mold, and after a few moments, it felt surprisingly nice. It was like lying on a large foam rubber mattress, which was shaped to her form. Jordan also noticed that her arms and legs were sticking out parallel to her body, but there wasn't any weight pulling them down.

"The anti-gravity field extends a few feet in all directions, Jordan," said Dee Dee, as she noticed her confused expression. "It wouldn't be fair to have to support your limbs over the edges like that all afternoon, so I built that feature into the machine. The mold will keep you at a low enough level so that one us can get at your back door from the bottom. And it'll vary slightly in height, depending on who's fucking you from the front."

"All right, Jordan," said Tiffany. "You've got one last chance to call things off, if you're having second thoughts yet. What do you say?"

"I say bring it on, Tiffany," said Jordan. "I've come too far, and been through too much to turn back now!"

"All right, let's get started girls," said Tiffany. Tiffany, Clyda, Dee Dee and Ebony began peeling off their skirts and bikinis. Barocca simply grabbed her bikini and ripped it off, tearing the bra holding her breasts up, and afterwards snapping the knot around her crotch.

All of the girls were horny, and were quickly becoming erect. Barocca seemed to think she was at a track meet, and her cock was almost instantly at its full length of just under two feet.

"You're in a fucking hurry, aren't you?" asked Tiffany. "What's the matter? Things getting lonely on your side of the Island?"

Barocca simply glared at the other girls, and strode over to Jordan.

Dee Dee turned to Clyda. "Is it that time of the month for her?"

"Must be," replied Clyda with a snicker.

As Barocca strode over to her, Jordan noticed the variety, as well as the similarities among the five amazons' cocks. Tiffany and Clyda were almost identical, being a light flesh color, and just under two feet long. Barocca's cock was nearly the same as Tiffany and Clyda's, the only real difference being it was a dark brown in color.

Dee Dee's cock was the runt of the litter, topping out at about sixteen inches. But Dee Dee's pole was almost as thick as Clyda and Tiffany's combined, and her balls were the biggest of any of the five girls.

Ebony was clearly the most massively hung of any of the girls. Ebony's dark, mammoth rod was a full three feet long, and even thicker than Dee Dee's. Ebony sported a huge pair of swollen testicles that were almost as big as Dee Dee's, but were much more in proportion to the rest of her cock.

Although Barocca was obviously in a great hurry to be the first to have Jordan, it didn't take long at all, before the other four girls were rock hard and ready for action too. As Barocca walked over to her, Jordan noticed that she was the only one who hadn't said anything yet this afternoon.

The Main Event - The Ordeal Begins

"Well, I guess this is what you've been waiting for, isn't it Barocca?" asked Jordan.Jordan felt Barocca's cock at the entrance to her small bare pussy. Barocca glared at her and said nothing. Barocca howled, and jackhammered herself into Jordan's tight young cunt. Four inches of the massive black truncheon slammed into Jordan. Jordan grunted and grimaced, but she was able to maintain her composure for the moment.

Barocca tightened her hold on Jordan's hips, and again smashed her rock hard organ into her. Again and again. Jordan's flesh parted under the murderous assault. The next thrust from Barocca pummeling six inches of cock into her. Four vicious fucks later, it pounded eight inches deep.

Jordan had no way of knowing, but Dee Dee's pill was doing its job exactly as it was supposed to. It would be rough on her, but she could take anything Barocca, Tiffany or Clyda would dish out at her today,

Any thoughts of possibly having an easy afternoon were shattered, when Ebony positioned herself beneath Jordan, and lodged the tip of her cock at her asshole. Ebony went slowly, but she forced nine inches of her steel hard shaft up Jordan's butt in one powerful, continuous stroke. Jordan gave a low scream as Ebony rapidly shoved over a foot of her cock up her ass; the most sensitive part of her was bursting like an over inflated balloon.

Barocca grunted as she seesawed into Jordan, and Jordan had found the oxygen for a long moan. Nine inches deep, smashing through Jordan's cervix. Jordan placed a hand just below her navel, and felt the thrusting bulge forge deeper.

The extreme tightness of Jordan's cunt onto Barocca's prick produced a wet sliding sound with each in and out stroke. Barocca's cock sank its tenth and eleventh inches into Jordan for the first time on the same drive. Jordan reacted to the scalding agony, her head shaking uncontrollably side to side, her mouth open in a silent scream. Smash fucking into Jordan, Barocca increased her fuck pace. Breaking through into Jordan's womb, twelve inches. Thirteen inches. Fourteen inches. Then fifteen inches of cock found a hot home inside Jordan's pussy. Barocca's cock head rammed the width of Jordan's womb, punching into its deepest recesses. Barocca moved with nearly blurring speed, fiercely churning into Jordan's cunt.

The only consolation was that the anti-gravity mold of Dee Dee's allowed Jordan to remain in a fairly constant position and elevation. Barocca and Ebony would actually be moving slightly up and down, and back and forth as they fucked her.

As the pounding on her pussy and ass intensified, Dee Dee, Clyda and Tiffany came walking over.

"Open wide, Jordan," said Tiffany. "I've been itching for a chance at this since your first day here. You've earned this."

Jordan knew she had no choice but to open her mouth, and accept the huge bloated head of Tiffany's cock. Dee Dee's pill let the massive shaft slide into Jordan's throat easier than she would have thought possible. Eight inches quickly slid down Jordan's throat.

Seeing Clyda on one side, and Dee Dee on the other, Jordan lifted her hands and found both girls' throbbing shafts. Jordan had enough experience from her sessions with Clyda and Ebony, that she was quite experienced at handling a cock in her hands. It was difficult to get used to only using one hand on a shaft as thick as Dee Dee's. But after a moment, Jordan found a rhythm, and soon had both girls moaning in pleasure from her efforts.

"You're doing fucking beautiful, Jordan," said Clyda. "Now squeeze my balls. Don't forget about them. Didn't I tell you how talented Jordan was at this, Dee Dee?"

"You're right Clyda. She's a natural at this," agreed Dee Dee, as Jordan began to rub and squeeze her massive nuts.

Jordan continued to ride on the end of Ebony and Barocca's cocks. Jordan was riding waves of pain that burned through her mind. She could almost cope with Barocca's powerful,rabid humping. Eighteen inches were smashing in and out of her like a runaway train. Below her, in her ass, Ebony had well over two feet of cock meat smashing in and out like a pile driver. The only feeling Jordan could equate it to, was if she left her hand over an open flame for several seconds too long. The pain burned and hurt, but Jordan felt she could somehow survive the day.

Barocca and Ebony gave Jordan a violent double penetration like this for fifteen minutes.Barocca gave a bestial moan, as her first orgasm overpowered her. Then the dam burst. Jordan could almost hear the sounds of the hot slime splash the insides of her womb and her buttocks. The sperm flooding out from Barocca's cock, into Jordan's pussy quickly sent Ebony over the edge.

Jordan thought she could almost feel her internal organs move about inside her, to house the relentless flow of jism from Barocca and Ebony. Ebony shoved her cock even deeper into Jordan, and she felt like she was being disemboweled, as her insides expanded to bursting. A huge backflow of semen began to stream from Jordan's pussy lips. Barocca tilted her massive cock upward, increasing the angle of penetration into Jordan, and to increase the force of her fucking.

One orgasm triggered another among the amazons, and Tiffany could feel herself getting ready to cum. On a day like today, it wasn't necessary to hold out for the longest and most powerful orgasm, as they might when they were in smaller groups. Today was a day simply to overwhelm Jordan with cock and cum.

"Suck me, Jordan. Suck me good!" Tiffany cried out to Jordan. Tiffany's cock began to shoot off long thick streams of jism directly down Jordan's throat and into her gullet. Jordan thought she could almost feel Tiffany's sperm mixing with the other two amazons' jism in her insides. She worked her throat muscles, and made a sleeve with her throat, as she sucked Tiffany off to a long, satisfying orgasm.

"Damn girl," said Tiffany. "You really do love cock don't you?"

"You ain't seen nothing yet," replied Jordan, as she briefly caught her breath. "Dee Dee, Clyda, come here." Jordan gripped each girl's cock more firmly, as they moved nearer to Jordan's mouth.

Jordan jerked frantically on both girls' cocks, and soon had them both throbbing and ready to shoot off. Jordan brought the tips of both girls' cocks to her mouth, and held them close together. At this range, Jordan could only get her mouth over the two slits on the head of each cock, but that was all she planned for the moment.

Seconds later, both girls began shooting off into Jordan's mouth. At first, Jordan's eyes opened wide, and her face looked like she'd gulped a mouth of coffee that was too hot. All the girls could see Jordan's cheeks bulge as her mouth quickly filled with jism.

Somehow, Jordan began to gulp down sperm in fantastic quantities. A few trickles did spill out of the corners of her mouth. But for over a minute, Jordan greedily wolfed down both Dee Dee and Clyda's jism. The two amazons stared at Jordan in surprise. Neither of them had suspected that she was capable of anything like this.

"You're just full of fucking surprises, aren't you, love?" asked Clyda.

All Jordan could do was flash a devilish smile at Clyda.

Barocca and Ebony continued to double fuck Jordan in both of her holes, as she sucked off the other three amazons. Finally, Ebony pulled her tremendous shaft out of Jordan's ass, and stood up to take her turn at another position. Barocca was still humping Jordan like she hadn't even cum yet. Finally, Barocca pulled out and made eye contact with Jordan.

A final blast of sperm rocketed out of Barocca's cock, completely hosing Jordan's belly, her tits, with a jet stream of sperm splashing its way between her plump globes to splatter Jordan's face. As she looked into Jordan's eyes, Barocca didn't even look human. All any of the girls could see was a look of pure animal lust from her.

Barocca's cock was still rock-hard and throbbing, even though she'd just shot off a major load. Without a word, Barocca slid down below Jordan on her back, and aimed the tip of her cockhead at Jordan's asshole.

The other four girls simply looked at each other, and shook their heads. It was one thing to have sex and fuck another girl. It was another thing indeed to treat the girl being fucked as nothing more than a piece of meat, without any feelings. They all knew that Barocca didn't like Jordan, but this display of ignoring her was beyond what they had expected from her.

The ordeal continued almost non-stop throughout the afternoon for Jordan. No sooner did one amazon finish shooting off in either her pussy, her ass or her mouth, and then another was eagerly in line to take her place.

During the afternoon, Ebony, Dee Dee, Clyda and Tiffany had kept up a stream of sexy chatter with Jordan. Mostly they encouraged her, as Jordan had managed to keep up with them most of the time. Other times they were lost in the throes of passion, as they reached an orgasm, and shot off powerfully into one of Jordan's holes, or down her throat.

Barocca had said little or nothing throughout the action so far. Except for some grunts and groans as she humped Jordan, Barocca might as well have been mute. The thing that remained constant from Barocca was her almost maniacal frenzy to keep fucking Jordan at all costs. The sexual staying power of the amazons was widely known across the Island. Because of all the special pills and vitamins they took, it wasn't uncommon for an amazon to be able to perform two, or sometimes even three times in succession, without losing their erection, and having to wait for their sexual energy to rebuild.

Barocca was putting all of these records to shame in her attack on Jordan. Barocca had fucked Jordan at least six times in succession, moving from her asshole to her pussy, and then back again, as other girls finished. None of the other girls had seen Barocca at anything less than a raging hard-on.

All four of the other amazons had watched Barocca empty her nuts into Jordan, and heard her moan deep and loud with pleasure when her orgasms hit. When an amazon came, it was impossible to miss the throbbing shaft, as it forced the jism up and out through the urethra, and their huge testicles would pulse and shake in rhythm to this. No one had any doubts but that Barocca was shooting off forcefully and powerfully into Jordan each and every time.Finally after Barocca had spent her load into Jordan's pussy, Ebony reached out and grabbed her by the shoulders.

"Get up there and let her suck you off. Give somebody else a turn down here, damn it."

Upset at being deprived of being able to fuck Jordan's holes, Barocca edged her way to near Jordan's mouth, and began stroking her shaft. Barocca quickly brought herself to an orgasm, and pushed the head of her cock into Jordan's mouth, shoving aside Clyda's cock, which Jordan had been sucking off just before this.

"Hey! Watch what you're doing, girl. I was here first!" exclaimed Clyda.

Barocca was oblivious to anything but her own gratification. Shoving her cock deep into Jordan's mouth, Barocca began to try and fuck Jordan's throat like she had done her pussy.While Jordan's mouth could accommodate large amounts of cockmeat, it wasn't the same as her pussy or her anus. Jordan began to shake her head, and nearly gag at the rough treatment.

"Ease up on her, Barocca! Jordan's mouth can't take the same treatment as her pussy does," said Tiffany. "What's the matter with you?"

"Anyone else would think that you've never fucked a girl before," said Clyda bitterly.

Reluctantly, Barocca eased up on the way she was forcing her cock down Jordan's throat so that she could accept the huge piece of meat without harming her. In moments, Barocca shot off a long thick stream of jism, that Jordan had to intensify her sucking efforts, in order to swallow it all and not gag on it.

Barocca pulled out her cock, still hard and glistening. Jordan went back to sucking off Tiffany and Clyda's cocks again. Ebony was fucking Jordan's pussy, and Dee Dee had her cock lodged in Jordan's asshole.

Barocca looked at the four girls being serviced by Jordan, and saw all of her openings in use by others. There was no place for Barocca to molest Jordan for the time being. Barocca had a look like a child who had just broken her favorite toy, but didn't know how or why she had done it. Barocca's distraught look was not lost on the others.

"That'll teach you not to shoot off so damned fast, Barocca," taunted Ebony. "We're not giving out points for how many times you can cum today."

"Serves you right," panted Dee Dee, as she fucked Jordan's ass. "I don't know what's gotten in to you today, but you can cool your heels for a little bit."

"You heard her, Barocca!" exclaimed Clyda. "If you're still so damned excited, you can bloody well suck yourself off if you're that desperate to cum again."

Realizing that she'd painted herself into a corner, Barocca had no choice but to wait until Ebony and Dee Dee had finished their twin humping of Jordan.

Jordan was dimly aware that only Dee Dee and Ebony had really pushed her to her limits when she sucked or fucked them. She assumed that this might have been due to the fact that both of these girls' cocks had considerably thicker shafts than any of the other girls.

Jordan's jaws were achy from opening wide, and deep throating so many humongous cocks in so short a time. Sperm had been flowing down Jordan's throat like a waterfall. She was grateful for Dee Dee's pill that somehow burned up or dissolved the massive amounts of jism that were accumulating inside of her. She had no way of measuring the actual amount, but Jordan felt like she'd swallowed at least several gallons of sperm, after a few hours in the Main Event.

There wasn't any way to describe how Jordan's pussy and ass felt after so much constant, non-stop reaming by the amazons. Tired, sore, achy, and worn-out. All of these paled in comparison to how Jordan actually felt in her holes. Although she was tremendously tired, and would be eternally thankful when this was over, Jordan still felt she might be able to survive if things didn't escalate pass the level that they were at now.

Jordan was unprepared for what the amazons did to her next.

Although Tiffany had hinted to Jordan about extreme penetrations, she hadn't had time to think about them during the course of the afternoon. She'd been much too busy trying to keep up with being humped in two holes at once, sucking one amazon off, and jerking the other two off with her hands.

The Main Event - Jordan Takes It To The Max

Jordan's body wriggled on the suspended mold. She was sandwiched between two of the humongous shemale amazons. Ebony was gazing into Jordan's beautiful face while she impaled her cunt with over two feet of her cock. Beneath Jordan, Barocca had succeeded in pushing over sixteen inches of her monster cock between her ass cheeks. Ebony had well over half of her colossal cock wedged into Jordan, when she motioned to Clyda.

"C'mon, Clyda. It's time we really opened Jordan up, and put her through the wringer."

Ebony shifted her body to one side, so that there was a little more room at Jordan's crotch. Her legs were straddling one of Barocca's legs beneath her. Clyda sandwiched her body in next to Ebony's, also straddling the opposite leg of Barocca below her.

Ebony forced her two hands onto Jordan's pussy lips, while Clyda used one of her hands; the other held her throbbing cock steady as she aimed. Jordan would not have thought it possible, but Dee Dee's pill somehow allowed her pussy to open even wider. Into that opening, Clyda thrust the head of her cock. Jordan began flailing her fists in mid-air as the assault on her womb took her to new levels of agony.

Ebony kept her cock relatively still, while Clyda slowly forced her shaft into Jordan. The heat and the hardness of their two cocks were electrifying to Clyda and Ebony. The feeling of Clyda's cockhead rubbing against her own shaft was incredible. The two girls each wrapped their arms about the other's waist, and kissed, as Clyda forced more and more meat into Jordan.

Directly next to Ebony, Clyda had just succeeded in driving half of her cock length into her pussy, and was struggling not to climax. In the heat of the moment, she wanted to pound all of her massive pole into Jordan, along with that of Ebony's. The two enormous shafts were splitting Jordan's cunt, like nothing she could have ever imagined. Jordan's breasts bounced and danced wildly from the power of the three shemale's combined different fucking rhythms.

Soon, Clyda had almost as much cockmeat inside of Jordan, as Ebony did. Under conditions like these, none of the amazons could hold off from an orgasm for very long. Ebony's massive dick mashing inside of Jordan's pussy soon climaxed. Barocca, who was fucking Jordan in the ass, felt Ebony's ejaculation spurting into Jordan's body. The sensation was incredible. Barocca knew now that she could not hold off much longer. Grasping Jordan's hips, she thrust her cock madly into Jordan.

Barocca's huge cockhead blistered against Jordan's insides until her long shaft had bottomed out, burying all of it in Jordan's ass. Barocca held her two feet of cock inside Jordan's butt, with her balls slapping against her ass cheeks. Barocca could feel the geysering spurts of Ebony and Clyda's ejaculations into her womb, while Jordan's flailing, suffocating body masturbated their massive cocks.

Dee Dee released one of Jordan's tits from her mouth, leaving it covered and sopping, and then closed her jaws upon Jordan's other firm succulent tit. After a few moments of stroking from Jordan's hands, Dee Dee knew she would cum in a moment. Dee Dee changed her position, and thrust her cockhead into Jordan's mouth. Her sixteen-inch cock began to rocket its solid load of cum into Jordan's throat and empty her balls.

Ebony pulled her dark brown shemale cock out of Jordan's pussy lips and still shot off several large splurts of jism, landing all along her stomach and breasts, and striking the bottom of her chin.

"Tiffany, it's your turn, next," said Ebony. "Get down here and keep Clyda company." Ebony moved up to Jordan's face and head, to give Tiffany a chance at the fun. Clyda slowly pulled her cock out of Jordan. "Here's where you really get to prove yourself, girl. If you can make it through some more double fucks, you've got it made."

"Everyone gets a turn in you like this, Jordan," said Tiffany. "Grit your teeth and take it, and you'll be almost finished here."

Jordan's legs were forced apart. Jordan felt her hips stretch, as her legs were spread into a split. Eyes wide with fear, Jordan watched Clyda and Tiffany move their mammoth cocks toward her pussy like two torpedoes.

Tiffany positioned herself at Jordan's pussy entrance and set her cockhead next to the head of Clyda's cock. Then the brutal penetration commenced anew. The monstrous double cock was sinking between her pussy lips, forging a path of destruction.

Plowing inwards, Clyda and Tiffany's rock-hard cocks began to slowly impale Jordan. Inch after inch of each cock driving into the now shrieking Jordan. Ridgelike vein after vein disappeared into Jordan's pussy like ribbed depth markers. Tiffany was in awe at the sight of her massive meat, next to Clyda's, and the incredible sensations that their cocks rubbing against each other produced.

Both girls slowly pumped their cocks in and out of Jordan's bursting pussy. Jordan was submerged in convulsing waves of utter pain, with less than a third of the amazons' cocks yet raping her. Thrusting every few seconds, Tiffany and Clyda began to pound into Jordan harder, and deeper.

Eight inches deep. A few hard fucks later, ten inches of each amazon's monstrous phallus pummeled inside of Jordan. Jordan's tremulous screams reverberated against Ebony's cockhead pressed to her lips, muffling the sound, but providing an exquisite lip massage. Somehow, Jordan managed to remember to keep fondling and stroking both Ebony and Dee Dee's cocks, as they vied for attention from her mouth, while they waited for another turn inside of her holes.

The heightening passion of the three shemales fucking Jordan mounted in measure with Jordan's increasing, tortured suffering. Below Jordan, Barocca increased her rhythm faster, pummeling her ass. Barocca's passion was so great that she hadn't even pulled out of Jordan after her last orgasm. She'd merely waited a moment to catch her breath, and then begun hammering away at her again.

Twelve inches deep, then thirteen into Jordan. The stone-hard battering ram that was Barocca's cock felt as though it were smashing and shattering Jordan's organs from the inside.Tiffany and Clyda began a slow, deliberate, double-team fucking of Jordan. Inch by inch, they fucked Jordan with more of their thick missiles. Tears sprayed from Jordan's eyes, her screams turned to uncontrollable shrieks as she swallowed inch after agonizing inch of both of the humongous shemale cocks.

Jordan was almost going into convulsions with the length and width of all the cockmeat that was being forced inside of her. Tiffany and Clyda timed their efforts as though they were one person. Together, they pulled back, and then slowly forced themselves back into Jordan's cunt.

More inches of the two humongous cocks began to sink into Jordan. Eleven inches, as both cocks punished her unwilling cervix. Fourteen inches from each shemale pummeled through and deeper inside of Jordan.

Then Barocca began grunting in time below Jordan, as she sought to match the rhythm of their fucking in Jordan's pussy. Clyda and Tiffany's mammoth organs were now each digging thirteen or fourteen inches into Jordan with each fuck. Each inward stroke pushed the softball-sized cockheads against Jordan's abdominals from the inside.

Seeing the swelling of their cocks bulge outward from inside Jordan, pushing out her trim tummy, was deeply satisfying to Clyda and Tiffany. They both watched the bulge pound deeper, farther up, until it rammed beneath Jordan's ribs.

Fucking harder and faster, Jordan's tits bounced and flopped, sometimes striking her chin, and always banging into each other. Ebony grabbed Jordan's flopping boobs in her big hands, and began to tweak the nipples and suck on them, as Jordan fondled her cock. Finally, Tiffany and Clyda each had sixteen inches of their cockmeat wedged inside of Jordan.

Jordan's screams were now involuntary body actions, coming whenever she had breath to expel. Jordan felt Clyda and Tiffany's cocks pushing their way through her body. Their massive double-intruder was more than halfway through her lithe form. The sheer pleasure of impaling the thrashing, helpless Jordan became too much for Clyda and Tiffany.

Pumping themselves into her, Clyda and Tiffany's ecstasy culminated. Hot sperm erupted from both of their swollen cockheads in Jordan's pussy. The solid syrupy material impacted Jordan's womb with the force of a fire hose. The amazons savored the vision of the Jordan's bouncing breasts, and her screaming face. Each fuck thrust, each time Jordan bobbed upon their poles, a fresh blast of cum fired inside her. Jordan's convulsions of suffering punctuated each blast of sticky semen.

After nearly a minute of constant ejaculation, Tiffany and Clyda withdrew from Jordan, her insides bursting with cum.

Dee Dee immediately moved in front of Jordan's pussy. In the brief few moments between the power fucks, Jordan hung in the air on the floating mold with her head almost lolling on her neck.

Jordan's long legs slightly jerked and kicked, the impossible size and magnitude of her double fuck from Tiffany and Clyda causing the nerves in her hips and legs to twitch spastically. Thick jism oozed from Jordan's pussy in long ropy strands that reached all the way to the floor without breaking.

Dee Dee thrusted her huge cock into Jordan's pussy without warning. The wet, slopping sound, as Dee Dee plunged her cock into Jordan's still seeping cunt was audible to everyone.Jordan's head snapped up, her eyes wide with terror. Her wails rung out once more, as Dee Dee pounded deep inside of her. Ten inches rammed into Jordan on the first stroke.

Jordan's tortured pussy was hot, incredibly tight, and silky smooth upon Dee Dee's leathery cock. The pleasure transferred upon Dee Dee was divine. The shemale was churning brutally into the screaming, thrashing Jordan. Again Jordan's tits began their dance in rhythm to her violation.

Deeper and deeper Dee Dee's steely hard cock pounded. The ribbed effect of her veins was causing a climax in Jordan that was joyless, over-washed with the torture of having her flesh stretched and rended. Jordan's cum flowed out and upon the battering ram now fucking her.

Dee Dee's penetration was deeper into Jordan than ever. As the fucking continued, Jordan's fleshy breasts now bounced and jiggled in even more pronounced fashion in time with Dee Dee's thrusts.

Then Dee Dee's cock slammed into her womb at an unbelievable rate. Within moments, Dee Dee felt herself shoot past the point of no return. Jordan's entire body shook and trembled with each sperm blast. While the cum continued to flow into her pussy, Jordan felt her ass jackhammered apart from below by Barocca.

Tears squirted from Jordan's eyes out into the air. Plunging between her ass cheeks, Barocca ripped into her from behind again, like a robot. Five inches into her ass, then seven inches. Jordan's colon filled with the massive width of its intruder, stretching and expanding painfully in a vain attempt to try to cope with its size. Barocca hunched below Jordan and grunted with each butt stroke. The animal sound reverberated in her ears. Ten inches, then a full foot. The deeper into Jordan, the more narrow the passage, but the incensed Barocca continued to ram further.

Dee Dee pulled briefly out of Jordan's pussy. Pill or no pill, Jordan's abdomen was now distended from the sheer bursting amount of sperm pumped into her insides.

"All right, Jordan," said Dee Dee. "You've got to do it one last time, and we'll call it a day. You've got to take me and Ebony inside of your cunt at the same time. Are you ready?"

Jordan could only close her eyes, nod her head and wait for the inevitable onslaught.

Ebony moved to take her place by Dee Dee. Barocca continued driving her massive tool yet further up into her ass. Jordan's plaintive shrieks raised an octave. Ebony had briefly lost her erection, after shooting off onto Jordan moments earlier.

As Ebony moved down next to Jordan, she decided to let Jordan see once again, what was in store for her aching pussy. Ebony held her cock in her hand and let Jordan watch it grow before her eyes.

"One last time, Jordan," said Ebony. "You take what Dee Dee and I have for you, and you're home free. Take a good look at what Ebony's got for your pussy, girl." Ebony looked at Jordan's pussy, watching the cum seep out in long streams.

Ebony's cock was enlarging in a spectacular display. The thick veins seemed to dance and writhe along its length. Pumping fluid into the dark brown member. Well over two feet long, Ebony's cock expanded wider, growing ever thicker. Jordan's mouth hung open, as Ebony affirmed her lust for her. Ebony's cock was as thick as Jordan's arm. Growing still. Looking at the three-foot organ, it held Jordan completely fascinated.

Jordan placed her hand onto the shaft of Ebony's cock. It twitched at the sensation, causing her hand to fall off. Again Jordan placed her hand on the member, feeling it expand and grow even harder. Stiff, shaking, its pulse beating, and throbbing in Jordan's hand.

In order to hold the quaking cock, Jordan reached up with her other hand. The girth of Ebony's cock was such that Jordan's fingers did not meet each other. The fat mushroom head was swelling, aching for intercourse.

Ebony pulled back, and removed her cock from Jordan's hands. She drove herself forcibly up into Jordan's pussy, reaching a depth of nearly eight inches on the first plunge. Dee Dee was not about to be left out. Her penis probed along the side of Ebony's shaft, and then slithered in, even as Ebony began to hump in and out of Jordan's cunt. Dee Dee's huge cockhead pressed against Ebony's cock, then forced its way inside beside it. It would have torn Jordan's body like paper if it weren't already drenched in slick cum.

Jordan felt the two enormous cocks pumping her in a double penetration, like pistons. The wrecking cockheads of the two amazons sliding next to one another as they both sunk deeper and deeper into her body.

Jordan could not even understand the additional sensations she was feeling between her legs, the third massive cock rocking back and forth inside her ass, as Barocca searched for the moment of her release.

Ebony's massive cock head slowly edged its way into her incredibly tight pussy, next to Dee Dee's. Ebony's cockhead was the dimensions of a man putting both his fists together; the girth of the love pole that of a man putting both his forearms together.

Dee Dee and Ebony's cocks punched inward, separated from Barocca's shaft by only a thin layer of flesh. Then both girls shoved their cocks deeper into Jordan. After what seemed like an eternity, Dee Dee felt her balls lodge against Jordan's buttocks. Jordan was moaning loudly, even though she continued to alternate between sucking off Tiffany and Clyda.

Ebony continued fucking Jordan's pussy with her monster cock. She soon had two feet of her cock plungered into Jordan's cunt, next to Dee Dee's. Jordan was now just a fuck toy. Dee Dee and Ebony's cocks plunged ever deeper. Ebony dramatically swayed her abdomen forward and back. It amused Ebony to thrust theatrically in and out of Jordan. Mercilessly abusing the helpless little blonde. Ebony was nearly turning Jordan's innards into a straight love sheath to pleasure her great size. Thrusting harder, fucking more brutally, in and out.

At this point, Jordan forced her mind to try and shut out the pain. To simply endure and hope for an end to the agony. She had reached down into her inner reserves for all that she thought she had, and had given her best effort. Jordan didn't care if the five amazons spilt her asunder. She wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of submitting, and calling things off.Suddenly, after what seemed like an eternity, Jordan felt what seemed like an easing of the pain. To her surprise, Ebony was pulling out of her pussy.

"All right girls, that's enough," she heard Ebony say. "We've pushed this poor girl harder and further than we've ever pushed anyone before. And she still hasn't given up."

"I've gotta hand it to you, Jordan," said Dee Dee, as she also pulled out of her pussy. "I wasn't sure if you could handle it all or not. Way to go, girl!"

"I knew you could do it after that first afternoon with me, love," said Clyda. "You were beautiful today."

"You've got what you've always wanted more than anything else, Jordan," said Tiffany. "Congratulations, Jordan!"

The four amazons were all standing at close range near Jordan, stroking their hard-ons in unison. "All right, Barocca," said Ebony. "This means you too. Pull out of Jordan, and you can shoot off one last time."

Disappointed at having to stop, Barocca could sense the finality of the tone of the girls' words, and she complied with Ebony's instructions. All five amazons, began jerking themselves off for the finale. All five girls came at almost the same time. Sperm began flying back and forth like a rainstorm.

It took Jordan a few moments to realize that the brutal penetration of her body had finally stopped, and was replaced by the new feeling, of being showered in jism. For almost two minutes, rivers of cum jetted back and forth, landing on every girl on just about every body part.Jordan was drenched from the thighs to the top of her head, by the time they had finally finished.

The Main Event - Interlude

It was twelve thirty on the Sunday afternoon of the Main Event. After having a light lunch, Barocca and Jeanne gathered all that they would need, and headed off to Dee Dee's lab. Barocca gave Jeanne a mild sedative just before they left.

"What's this for, Barocca?"

"When I stick you in the cloning machine, you've gotta lay as still as possible for two hours. This'll help you relax when the time comes."

As they strolled through the corridors, the girls didn't meet a single sole in their path.

"Damn, Barocca," said Jeanne. "I thought you said there were over fifty girls on the Island. This place might as well be a ghost town."

"I told you, Jeanne. The whole fucking Island's geared up to watch Jordan in the Main Event. We've never done anything like this before. And if there's one thing that the girls here like to do when they're not having sex, it's to watch someone else fuck and suck."

"It's too bad that you couldn't figure out a way to broadcast this show. Think of the ratings that you'd pull in."

"It's like I said, Jeanne. If there was any way I could be there in person to jackhammer Jordan in the ass, I'd trade it all in, in an instant. But being able to fight back in my own way, and transform you into one of us, will have to do for the time being."

The girls arrived at Dee Dee's lab again. Barocca entered the same five-digit entry code into the door lock. The door opened quietly, and they were once again in Dee Dee's lab.

"Well, this place looks familiar, doesn't it Jeanne? Let's get to work, girlfriend."

Barocca settled down in front of Dee Dee's computer. "Okay, Jeanne. Go ahead

and power up the cloning machine, just like you did last night. I'll get things ready on the software program."

Barocca began entering all of Jeanne's statistics and measurements into the machine. In a few moments, all of Jeanne's physiological data had been inputted. Barocca paused as she came to the portion of the program that would create Jeanne's cock. Dee Dee had created a template that put the same cock onto every girl. As they earned rewards and recognition, the girls were fed special vitamins and nutrients that increased the size and strength of their cock.

"Dee Dee's so damned thorough, she's put everything in the world onto her computer files," thought Barocca. "Including all the information on the special vitamins and other fancy ingredients that make the cocks bigger. Well, I wrote a little batch file that'll dump over a year's worth of vitamins into Jeanne's schlong, while it's being created, in a couple of hours. There's no time to waste on this, so I'm gonna turn Jeanne into a fucking elephant between her legs in record time."

In addition to this, Barocca also took liberties with the specifications on the template for the cocks that Dee Dee had designed. She tweaked and increased every size and specification by at least twenty percent.

"Jeanne's either gonna love me or hate me for this," thought Barocca.

"Okay, Barocca. The machine's warmed up and ready over here," called Jeanne.

"Great. Okay, peel off your bikini, and settle down on the mat."

The bed of the machine was cut in a form roughly outlining the shape of a human figure. It was slightly recessed, and well padded so that a girl could lie almost completely still for the long periods of time necessary for the machine to do its work.

Jeanne discarded her bikini, and settled onto the padding.

"How come this is gonna take so long for me? You weren't in that long last night."

"Because last night, it was only copying my form the first time. But I still had to lie still while it did it. And the second time, it was creating a clone from scratch. It didn't have to have someone lying still then.

"This time, it's not only gonna create the cock for you. It has to connect it, and make all sorts of biological and physical changes to you, so your cock, pussy, and all your insides will work together again. I don't pretend to understand it. I just know that it works."

"Okay, Barocca. See you in a couple of hours." Barocca closed the Plexiglas lid, and fastened it in all the places. Then she moved back to Dee Dee's computer, and started the program. The machine gave its familiar humming noises, as well as the flashing patterns of light that she'd watched the previous night.

The next two hours were awkward ones for Barocca. Although she trusted Dee Dee's software and technology, it was bound to be unsettling when she was doing it on her own for the first time. There was also the added tension of possibly being caught. Although Barocca felt that the majority, if not all the Island, would be watching the Main Event, there was no guarantee that someone wouldn't stumble upon them by accident, no matter how unlikely it seemed. It was also with the greatest reluctance that Barocca forced herself not to watch the Main Event on one of the monitors.

"If I start watching that," thought Barocca, "there's almost no way I'll be able to control myself. When Dee Dee gave us our cocks, she also succeeded in making almost all of us horny a great deal of the time. If I have to watch that kind of sex, I'll wind up jacking off in here as much as they are in the chamber.

"I know damn good and well that they're taping everything for posterity. As well as using it to make an example of what Jordan's had to go through. It won't be quite the same, but I'll have to be content with probably catching a rerun later on. Or else I can get a blow by blow recap from my clone when she gets back.

"No. On second thought, she won't be smart enough to give a detailed description. All she'll remember is that she fucked a blonde girl." Barocca occupied her time reading a magazine, and surfing on the Internet for the remainder of the time that Jeanne was in the machine.

"But there is one other thing I can do in the meantime," thought Barocca. "Call me paranoid, but it won't hurt to give some of my girls who're really loyal to me an edge, just in case...."

Barocca sent Domonique, Veronica and Persia e-mails with the override code so that they could get in and out of any doors if they had to in an emergency.

"This may only give them the chance to get a running start, but I owe them that much at least."

Two hours later, Dee Dee's computer beeped softly several times. Barocca put down the magazine she was reading. "Process Complete. Operation Successful," Barocca read the windows on the screen. She shut down all of the programs that had been running, and turned Dee Dee's computer off. "Okay, now for the acid test. Now to see if it really worked on Jeanne."

Barocca walked over to the cloning machine, and unfastened the locks on the Plexiglas cover. As it was with the clone the night before, the surface of the cover had become fogged up, so that all Barocca could see was a dim outline of Jeanne's body inside of it.

As Barocca raised the cover, Jeanne appeared to be sleeping. Barocca glanced at her crotch to see if the machine had done its work, and held her breath at what she saw.

Jeanne's pussy and crotch had been shaved completely bare by the process. Nestled between her legs like a sleeping giant, was one of the most gorgeous cocks Barocca had ever seen on the Island. It was at least ten inches long, and as thick as several of her fingers were. The huge slab of meat reached halfway down Jeanne's thighs. Even limp, the head was almost three inches across. Beneath the huge, dark colored shaft were two smooth testicles the size of ripe tomatoes.

Barocca forced her mind from Jeanne's newly created jewels, and back to the task at hand. Jeanne was beginning to stir and awaken now.

"Hi Barocca. How did it go? Was it a success?"

"Oh I think we've succeeded all right, Jeanne. Take a look for yourself." Barocca held up a small mirror so Jeanne could see a reflection of herself, while still lying down.

"Holy fucking shit..." The words were barely a whisper from Jeanne's mouth. Slowly a smile of indescribable glee and delight came over Jeanne's face, as she realized just what she had between her legs.

"Take it from me Jeanne, when that beast gets hard, it's gonna be a monster. I wouldn't be a bit surprised if you've got even more meat than me."

"This is absolutely incredible, Barocca. I don't know how to begin to thank you."

"Don't you worry girl. Once the rest of the Island gets a good look at you, there'll be plenty of ways for you to show your gratitude. We're gonna be real busy in the future. For the time being though, we need to get out of here, and back to my quarters."

Barocca helped Jeanne out of the cloning machine, and steadied her, as she quickly shook off the effects of the mild sedative. Barocca handed Jeanne a robe, to cover herself."Those bikini panties don't stand a chance of holding the package you've got between your legs now, Jeanne."

As Jeanne donned the robe, her hands instinctively went towards her crotch to fondle her newfound treasures. Barocca's hands quickly reached out, and gently stopped Jeanne.

"No you don't, girlfriend. No way!" scolded Barocca. "This is one time I'm gonna heed Dee Dee's instructions to the letter. It's vitally important that we leave your cock and balls alone for forty eight hours, to let the surgery completely heal, and let your body adapt to the new addition it just received."

"Aw, c'mon Barocca, you can trust me," pleaded Jeanne.

"If I had a dime every time a girl has said that here on the Island," retorted Barocca. "We started out putting the girls on the honor system, when they received their cocks. But after Dee Dee had to redo the third surgery, because girls couldn't keep their hands off themselves, we said enough is enough.

"Now we keep them in the infirmary for a few days, with a plastic shield over the vital parts. They can look all they want, but they can't touch. Ordinarily, I'd do that with you too, but the circumstances just don't permit it right now. Let's just get back to my quarters, pronto."

Barocca made a quick scan of lab, making certain that they had not left anything behind that might betray their presence here this afternoon. Once she was satisfied that everything was as they had found it, the girls walked back through the empty corridors to Barocca's quarters on the other side of the Island. It was just past four o'clock when they arrived home again.

The Main Event - Aftermath

Tiffany, Clyda, Dee Dee and Ebony slowly backed away from Jordan in exhaustion. Jordan was literally drenched in sperm from head to toe after the marathon ordeal she had just been put through. Only Barocca seemed to still be anxious and ready to keep on going.

"Well, I don't know about the rest of you," said Ebony, "but after almost five hours of non-stop sex from all five of us, I think Jordan's more than passed her final test with us. What do you say, girls?"

Jordan was still gasping for breath, and trying to swallow the last remnants of jism in her mouth, as Ebony's words registered on her.

"I'll second that!" said Tiffany.

"Welcome to the family, love," said Clyda.

"I wasn't sure if you were gonna make it or not, but welcome aboard, Jordan," said Dee Dee with a smile.

Dee Dee moved away a short distance to the control console, and lowered the mold to the floor. Jordan slowly climbed out of it, and lay panting on one of piles of the foam padding next to it. An awful pause hung in the air, as the four girls waited for a response from Barocca. After a moment, she turned to face the other girls with a look of pure hatred on her face.

"No! I'm not finished!" she exclaimed.

Ebony stared at Barocca with a look of utter disbelief on her face. "What the fuck are you talking about, Barocca? You were the first one to fuck Jordan this afternoon, when we started this whole affair. And then we practically had to pull you out just now. Haven't you had enough today?"

"Ebony's right, Barocca," said Tiffany. "You were the first one inside Jordan. I lost track of how many other times you fucked her in other places, but I know it was many more times than any of the rest of us today."

"I'm not finished!" exclaimed Barocca.

"Get this through your thick head, Barocca," said Clyda angrily. "Jordan doesn't have to get a unanimous verdict to pass the Main Event. All five of us have fucked her for almost five hours. And if four of us say that she's passed, then she's passed. You're outvoted!"

"I'm not finished!" Barocca stated mechanically again.

"God, you've got a one-track mind," said Dee Dee with disgust. "Haven't you got any little sluts over in your own clique that can keep up with you over there?"

"I'm not finished!" Barocca stated mechanically again.

"Listen Barocca, this has gone on far enough, damn it," said Ebony. She was starting to become visibly angry with Barocca

"Wait just a fucking minute!" It was Jordan, after she'd finally caught her breath. "If Barocca wants to try me one more time, I'll giver her a shot. One on one. Just me and her."

"Jordan honey, be careful what you're saying," said Clyda. "You don't have to try and prove yourself to us anymore. We've already agreed that you've passed."

"Clyda, I'm really glad that everyone but Barocca is proud of me," said Jordan. "But right now, this is personal. I was brought up that when someone just won't leave you alone, you have to stand up to them, and have it out with them.

"I'm gonna give Barocca one last chance to have her way, and try and make me say 'uncle'. If she can't get the job done, she has to promise to leave me alone from now on."

"All right, Barocca," said Tiffany. "We're going to give you ten more minutes with Jordan all to yourself. Everyone's gonna stay in this room and watch. If you can't crack her in that amount of time, you have to agree to abide by our decision, and call off this persecution you've got for her."

Barocca said nothing, but began stroking her cock, which was still rock hard from a few moments ago, before the other girls had called a halt to the sexual marathon.

Jordan braced herself by placing her arms to the sides, and slightly behind her on the padding, so that she was partially lying and partially sitting. She had her legs spread wide open, with her crotch near the edge. Because of the ordeal earlier, her pussy and asshole were red and swollen. Each offered a tender, almost vulnerable target to Barocca's animal instincts.

"Okay, Barocca. Take your best shot at me girl!"

Barocca strode to Jordan with her cock wavering in the air in front of her hips. Nearly two feet of rock hard meat, glistening with sweat and body oils.

Without warning, without hesitation, Barocca spun to face Jordan's crotch. She paused for only an instant to aim her cock like a missile. Like a piledriver smashing deep into a hole, Barocca launched her cock into Jordan. In one brutal stroke, Barocca rammed over a foot of her cock up Jordan's ass without any announcement. The girls grimaced as they saw Barocca's meat penetrate Jordan. This was something that not even the amazons did to each other, if they could avoid it.

To everyone's surprise Jordan remained perfectly calm. A momentary flinch passed over her face, as she absorbed Barocca's meat inside of her anus. If the other girls didn't know Barocca was inside Jordan, it would've been nearly impossible to tell. There was almost no registering on Jordan's expression, at what had just happened to her.

"Well? Is it in yet?" Jordan stated matter of factly.

Barocca stared at Jordan in surprise, with a look of shock on her face.

When the other four girls had been with Barocca, there simply wasn't enough room for everyone to be inside of Jordan at the same time. They'd even had to take turns as one or more of them would have to wait for the others to finish.

Now, with no one to obstruct her, Barocca began humping Jordan with a savage passion that went beyond anything the other four girls had seen.

Barocca grabbed Jordan's ankles for support, and a moment later, rammed the rest of her cock up into Jordan's ass, up to her balls in one vicious stroke.

Again, Jordan barely registered the impact of Barocca's cock inside of her butt. Barocca was violently shoving Jordan across the mat, with the force of her thrusts, and then yanking her back again.

"My god, Tiffany," whispered Clyda. "She's trying to split Jordan in two."

"I know. Don't ask me how she's doing it, but Jordan's taking everything she can dish out at her, and hasn't backed down yet."

After five minutes of brutal humping, Barocca paused briefly to catch her breath. To everyone's surprise, Jordan was actually taunting Barocca.

"C'mon girl, is that the best you can do? I've been fucked harder in High School!"

Pure animal rage overtook Barocca's features as she redoubled her efforts. What the girls were watching now was not sex. It was hard to even consider it rape. It was one person trying to mutilate another person.

Barocca began shoving her cock so hard into Barocca, her balls were slapping loudly against the mat, and Jordan's rump on the forward strokes. Jordan was now being flailed like a rag doll, and she used her arms to cushion the impact, as she flopped on the padded mat.

Jordan's blonde hair flew in all directions, as she struggled to fight back against the force of Barocca's assault on her.

Although Jordan was grunting and panting from the force of Barocca's efforts, the other girls could tell that this was from being tossed about on the mat without warning. No one could figure out how she was doing it, but Jordan seemed to not be affected at all, by Barocca's huge cock in her ass.

Finally, the last five minutes were up. Barocca showed no signs of slowing down. The other girls quickly confirmed among themselves that the time period had passed, and began to move towards Barocca.

"All right, Barocca! Time's up!" exclaimed Tiffany. "You had your last chance, and you couldn't finish the job."

"I'm not finished!" screamed Barocca.

The other four girls stopped momentarily in shock, as they heard Barocca's words.

"That's the last straw!" yelled Jordan. "I've taken all that I'm gonna take from this fucking bitch!" With that, Jordan wrenched her ankles free from Barocca's grip, with a surprising show of strength.

Jordan still had Barocca's cock buried in her ass, as she dropped her legs, and quickly wrapped them around Barocca's waist in a scissors hold. Barocca stopped her frantic humping of Jordan in shock, as Jordan's move took her by surprise.

Using her legs as leverage, Jordan drew on an inner well of strength and determination that she didn't know she had, and clamped her thigh and buttocks muscles onto Barocca's cock with every ounce of energy she could muster.

Barocca's face paled, and her eyes shot wide open, as if she'd been electrified.

Barocca suddenly felt like her cock was in a vise. It was as if some massive force were squeezing the life out of it. Barocca's face registered extreme shock, and then anger, and then fear, as the force that Jordan was exerting on her cock hit home.

Suddenly the roles were shifted from Barocca dominating and being in control, to where it was now Jordan who held the upper hand. Pain and fear began to contort Barocca's face as she realized what Jordan was capable of doing to her.

"Let me go!" screamed Barocca.

"You're not so tough against someone who can fight back, are you, bitch?" said Jordan.

Barocca threw her hands up in the air, and clutched her head, as the pain was beginning to make her reel. Suddenly, Barocca began swinging her fists wildly at Jordan. Because Jordan was in more of a lying position, and Barocca was standing, Barocca couldn't effectively hit her for a moment. The other girls could tell that it would only be a moment before Barocca had the superior position, and inflict a lot of damage to Jordan.

Jordan clenched her own fists, and brought her arms up in front of her face in a defensive posture, determined

to make Barocca pay the price if she got close enough.

Before Barocca could inflict any serious damage to Jordan, Ebony's huge hand reached out and swallowed Barocca's fist, bringing it to a screeching halt. Barocca cried out in pain as the awkward, wrenching motion on her wrist and arm forced her to a stop.

"Let me go!" squealed Barocca.

"Shut the fuck up!" cried Ebony. Ebony had a look of hate and loathing on her face that no one had ever seen before. "It'd serve you right if I let her squash your nuts to a pulp. You just blew it big time, girl!"

Once she knew she had Barocca sufficiently restrained, Ebony turned to Jordan. "All right, Jordan. Let go of her."

"But she started all of this!" wailed Jordan.

"I said do it now!" roared Ebony. Jordan suddenly realized the precarious position that she was in, and she quickly released her legs from around Barocca's waist, and then unclamped the pressure on her cock.

Ebony grabbed Barocca bodily by the shoulders, and pulled her out of Jordan in one smooth motion. The other girls knew Ebony was stronger than anyone, thanks to her enormous size, but no one had really seen her great strength in action until now.

Ebony half pushed, half threw Barocca across the room. Barocca landed almost a dozen feet away, landing awkwardly against the wall, and managing to cushion her fall with her arms.Everyone in the room was shocked by the display of anger and emotion from Ebony.

"Barocca, have you lost your mind, acting like that?" cried Tiffany. "What the hell's gotten in to you?"

Barocca was cowering on the side of the room, shaking in fear. Tiffany rubbed her forehead, as if hoping that this would prevent the migraine headache that she knew was surely coming. Tiffany knew that the entire Island had just seen Barocca's outlandish display as it had happened.

"Dee Dee, adjust the partition so I can see the girls in the auditorium," said Tiffany.

Dee Dee made a few adjustments, and the glass shimmered, and the amazons in the auditorium cam into view. Most of the girls had expressions of shock on their faces. Some were outraged. No one had been unaffected by what they had just seen."All right everyone," said Tiffany, as she faced the audience. "I know I'm not exactly dressed for a speech right now. So I'll make this short and sweet. You've all just witnessed one of the most loathsome, disgusting acts, that one amazon can commit just now. An act like this deserves to be dealt with swiftly and decisively; and it will be.

"Ebony, you and Dee Dee take Barocca, and lock her in one of the unused quarters for the night," said Tiffany. "She can sit there, and think about what she's done, until tomorrow. After we've all had a chance to clean up, eat, and get a good night's sleep, we'll decide just what we're going to do with Barocca. I'm calling an emergency meeting in this chamber for everyone, to decide Barocca's fate at nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

Dee Dee pressed a few more buttons on the control console, and the partition became a mirror again.

"Geez, what a fucking mess!" muttered Tiffany.

Ebony grabbed both of Barocca's wrists in one of her hands, almost like a pair of handcuffs. Together, she and Dee Dee escorted Barocca out of the room, and down the corridor.

"Good idea of sending Dee Dee with Ebony, Tiffany," said Clyda. "I was afraid Ebony was going to tear Barocca limb from limb for a minute."

"I figure spending a night alone, and without supper will knock a little sense into her," said Tiffany. "She deserves that much for starters."

Tiffany turned to face Jordan. "And as for you, Jordan. Listen and listen good! I know Barocca started this. But you're not exactly innocent here either. Instead of letting us reason things out, you poured gasoline on the fire by challenging her. I don't ever want to hear of you doing anything like this to anyone else on the Island."

"We know that there will be times when tempers flare," said Clyda. "But escalating the violence like that is never the answer!"

"I don't want to sound like we're reading you the riot act here, Jordan," said Tiffany, "but I want to reinforce a few things. We went to the trouble of inviting you to the Island, after the initial contact with you, because a number of us were familiar with you, from your modeling and video career. When you expressed an interest in how we did things on the Island, we thought it was even better. So many girls don't want to try different things like this, or even give them a chance, but we've learned to respect other people's wishes, and not force things on them.

"I know that you haven't seen that much of it in your short time here, but we really did set out to make things one big, happy family on the Island in the beginning. Things were a lot different in the past, as other girls will tell you.

"I'll also be the first one to admit that we probably shouldn't have done things differently with you, in making you one of us. After your incident with me and Barocca in the Milking Ritual, we probably should've just given you a warning, and then some kind of extra duties, to make you work harder for things.

"But the fact is we did bend the rules quite a bit, and that can't be changed. As you can tell from everything that's happened in the last week, not only did we have to put you through the wringer because of that, but Barocca's also gone off the deep end.

"I'll be frank with you, Jordan. Almost no one has cared for the way Barocca does things on her side of the Island. Even some of the girls in her own little clique have been grumbling. We wanted to force her hand, so she'd do something blatant and overt, which would give us an easy way to boot her out of here. I don't think any of us could have expected this to happen, but now we've got more proof on video this afternoon than we'll ever need to get that done."

"I'm sorry if I lost my temper, and made things worse just now," said Jordan. "But even though I did piss Barocca off without realizing it when I first got here, I just couldn't take it any more."

"Well, between you and me, Barocca's had something like that coming to her for a long time," said Clyda. "The one thing that I want to stress to you above all else, is that we are going to turn our Island community back into what we started out as: a peaceful, pleasure loving society, where everyone gets along. There may still be a few ugly incidents as we finish getting Barocca and some of her cohorts out of here. But we're going to make that happen, or else we aren't going to be around here anymore."

"The key thing for you to remember Jordan," said Tiffany, "is that you are not to flaunt, brag or tease any of the other girls about your cock, or how quickly it happened for you. You are most certainly not to dominate or intimidate anyone on the Island with your new gifts either. All of the girls will be told not to take any treatment like this from you, and to report you promptly if you do. We're also going to tell them not to taunt you, because you're on a sort of 'probation'. There will be plenty of time for you to have almost unlimited sex, with all kinds of partners who can easily accommodate you, in your leisure time. But everyone on the Island will watch you very closely, and how you behave and conduct yourself, will be vital to letting you stay here with us.

"Okay," said Tiffany. "I'm sorry if that was a lengthy lecture, Jordan. Are you clear on exactly what we expect of you, and how you should behave?"

"Yes, Tiffany. I'm sorry again for the trouble that I've caused here. I really just wanted to fit in here, and be 'one of the girls' so to speak. I won't let you down in the future."

"All right. That's good to hear, Jordan. We're going to wait until tomorrow morning, but we're definitely going to move fast on dealing with Barocca, and getting her ass out of here. Once she's gone, any kind of resistance will crumble. And we'll give an 'open door' to anyone who was loyal to her, who wants to leave also, no questions asked. That'll weed out ninety-nine percent of the rotten apples around here."

As Tiffany and Clyda were lecturing Jordan, Dee Dee and Ebony escorted Barocca to one of the vacant quarters, a few doors down the hall. Ebony's powerful hands gripped Barocca's wrists like manacles. Every few feet, Barocca squealed out "Let me go!" like a robot.

"Put a sock in it, Barocca," muttered Ebony. "You've fucked things up around here for the last time, girl. And if you're gonna bitch, at least say something intelligent."

"Ebony's right, Barocca," said Dee Dee. "You've been talking like a grade school girl all day. When Jordan put the squeeze on your dick, she must've cut off the flow of blood to your brain."

The trio stopped in front of a doorway. "Just give me a minute to program the lock code, so that it'll only open from the outside, Ebony." Dee Dee ran her fingers over the keypad for a few moments. Dee Dee pressed a series of keys, and the door slid open. "Okay, it's fixed. Show our 'guest' her new quarters for the night, Ebony."

"I'd be delighted, Dee Dee," said Ebony. With that, Ebony shoved Barocca headlong into the room. Dee Dee pressed another keystroke, and verified that the door was securely locked.As they walked away, the girls could hear Barocca's muffled shouting. "Let me go! Let me out!"

"I think that just about wraps things up for today, Dee Dee," said Ebony.

"You can say that again, Ebony. By this time tomorrow, Barocca will be out of here like a bad habit."

It was now just before five o'clock as Barocca cleared away the dishes, and she and Jeanne settled down on the sofa in her quarters. Once the girls were safely back in Barocca's quarters, they had eaten a light supper, as they relaxed and let the tensions in them subside.

"Okay, I can't take it anymore," said Barocca. "I've gotta know what's going on with Jordan in the Main Event."

"But how, Barocca? I thought the only way to see it today was to go down to the chamber where they're holding it, and see it live."

"For the ordinary girls, yes, Jeanne. But I'm one of the senior amazons, and rank does have its privileges here. I can see what's going on in any of the monitors thanks to the security program that Dee Dee and Ebony use. I 'borrowed' it without their knowing it, some time ago.We'll just tune in the channel where the action is, and see what's happening."

As Barocca selected the proper channel, and turned the sound up, the chamber with Jordan being ravaged by the five amazons came into view, and the picture sharpened. "I'll give Jordan credit for one thing," said Barocca. "She doesn't give up easy. I would've bet money that she wouldn't last this long."

Barocca's clone was beginning her tirade against Jordan, after the other four amazons had apparently called a halt to things.

"What the fuck is going on there...." asked Barocca, as her voice trailed off.

As Barocca's clone continued her ranting, and tempers flared in the chamber, Barocca's face grew ashen and pale.

Barocca and Jeanne watched in stunned silence, with their mouths open, as the clone of Barocca went off the deep end in the chamber. Finally, when Ebony reached out and physically restrained the clone, Barocca was able to reach for the remote control, and turn the picture off.

"Oh my god..." Barocca gasped. "I suspected that my clone might not be able to pull off a convincing performance if she had to do more than just fuck. But I never dreamed that this could happen."

"What are we gonna do now, Barocca?"

"We're gonna get the fuck out of here, Jeanne. That's what we're gonna do. Right now the girls think they've got me under lock and key somewhere else. But they're already pretty suspicious thanks to the way my clone acted today.

"The original plan was for the clone to fuck Jordan, and then head back here after things were finished, and she'd disappear without any questions. I didn't count on her blowing a gasket like that. Once that doppelganger of me decomposes in a few hours, right here is the first place they're gonna look for me."

Barocca got up and moved to the bedroom, with Jeanne close behind her. "Okay. Change in plans. Big time. Jeanne, I want you to fill my tote bags under the bed with all the clothes that you can find in my closet. How long did you book yourself into that hotel on the mainland?"

"I paid up for almost a week with the money you wired me, Barocca."

"All right. We've got a place to crash that the girls won't know where to look for a little bit. You get things packed in here. I've gotta make some phone calls, and get our ride out of here."Barocca went to the telephone, and rapidly punched in a number.

"Hello, Ramirez? Yes, it's Barocca. Look I really need for you to make a run with your boat for me tonight." Jeanne quickly began piling and placing clothes in the two tote bags.

"Look Ramirez, I know it's short notice. Yes, you can name your own damn price. I'll have it for you in cash when you pick us up this evening. All right. Six o'clock at the same place as last time. And this time there'll be two passengers."

Barocca slammed the phone down after the call was finished. "Fucking bloodsucker. He knows there aren't exactly a lot of boats that are at my disposal just now." Barocca also called the numbers of several other girls in her clique, and left short, terse messages detailing the situation. Knowing she was seriously short of time, Barocca left short but explicit instructions reminding them to check their e-mails as soon as they could.

"Okay, Barocca. I think that this is just about all the clothes that'll fit in these two bags."

"Thanks a lot, Jeanne. We're gonna hit the road now, and just wait for Ramirez on the beach, where he dropped you off. We damn sure can't be found here. It's unlikely, but they might even decide to do a quick search here tonight.

"You saw what my clone tried to do today. After that performance, the other girls are gonna shoot first and ask questions later. I'm really not sure what they'd do if they found you, Jeanne. You haven't done anything yet, but it wouldn't take them long to put the facts together, and figure out how you got here, if they found you.

"And I really don't know how they'd react when they see you're a shemale. Dee Dee's certainly not gonna appreciate the fact that I've used her lab and her technology."

The girls headed out of Barocca's quarters, and began making their way for the perimeter doors, which lead to the beach. In a few moments, they were waiting at the same spot Barocca had stood a few nights ago, when Jeanne had arrived on the Island.Captain Ramirez's boat pulled up about thirty yards off shore, and a small launch was lowered from it, and made its way to shore. Barocca handed him the money for the emergency trip, and then she and Jeanne settled in the launch. Moments later, they were all back in the main boat.

"Take us back to the mainland, to the Hotel Hilton, please," said Barocca.

An hour later, the girls were sitting in Jeanne's hotel room.

"All right. I'm glad that's over with," said Barocca. "I've got my credit cards, so we don't have to worry about money for about a month."

"So what's the game plan, Barocca?"

"Well I was going to wait until Tiffany and the girls introduced

Jordan to the Island, and announced that they were making her a shemale. Then I was going to burst in and introduce you whenever they did it. I was counting on the fact that if they sprang Jordan on everyone, that I could make a power play of some sort, or a confrontation and add you to the mix.

"I wasn't sure at all how that was going to play out, and how many girls would accept you or Jordan or both of you. But at the time, that was the best plan I could come up with."

"But how do you know if Jordan actually made it or not, Barocca?"

"You're right. I don't know for a fact, but if she was still getting fucked almost five hours later, I think everyone but my clone would've voted that she'd passed the final test. It would've only been a matter of time before they made her a shemale too."

"Couldn't we just take off and start over somewhere else, Barocca? I mean, we've got each other, plus there's bound to be other girls we can recruit later."

"Two things are wrong with that Jeanne. First is I'm a fighter, not a runner. I know it didn't look like that just now. But we had to retreat so we could plan our strategy.

"Secondly, without all the pills and vitamins that Dee Dee manufactures on the Island, I figure we'd last a month or two before we couldn't get a hard-on any more. We'd start looking like 'Long Dong Silver'. A sausage hanging down to our knees, that we couldn't do anything with. We'd be laughingstocks trying to get work in the porn industry in no time like that."

"So what kind of hopes do you have of ever getting us back to the Island, and of ever getting back in power?"

"Tiffany and her girls back at the Island are gonna be out for blood, Jeanne. Especially once they find me gone. I'll make some phone calls to some of my girls at the Island. I'll have them issue a statement to Tiffany and her girls.

"We'll return, if they call a truce long enough for us to have a vote or some kind of fair contest to see if can't still salvage this fiasco with you and Jordan. If they don't agree to that, then I'll go ahead with some drastic measures that I've got planned.

"I'm gonna sit down and write a little exposé here. It'll go into explicit details about the fact that the mail order houses we run on the Island don't pay taxes on ninety percent of their transactions. That the Island itself was 'donated' by various important people to us, without any kind of official deeds or records. I just know the medical authorities will love to get a look at Dee Dee's lab and all the surgeries she's performed. And lastly, that our list of special customers contains the names of many movers and shakers that would be quite upset if that list were made public.

"We'll make copies of that exposé. We'll address them to major newspapers and news channels in the United States. We put them in a storage box at one of these 'mailbox' stores they have on the Island. We give them a deposit, and leave explicit instructions that these are to all be mailed out at some future date, say in three or four weeks, unless they hear from us personally.

"Our Island society survives the way it does because it's fairly isolated, and because a lot of people don't know about it, and don't go looking for it. But if this many newspapers and agencies get wind of it at the same time, they'll be swarmed over with dozens of journalists and investigative reporters in no time at all.

"That'll give us a bargaining lever, so that we have some options. We'll be kind of at their discretion for whatever kind of voting or contest they come up with. But in the meantime, after you've completely healed up Jeanne, I'll be teaching you every trick I know about how to use your cock, and getting the most bang for your buck out of it."

"So you think that Tiffany and her girls would come up with some kind of sexual challenge?"

"I don't see what else it could be, Jeanne. Our whole little society revolves around fucking and sucking. I don't know what they'd come up with, but this shouldn't be any different."

Barocca sat down and began making phone calls. Although she had been quick thinking in getting herself and Jeanne off the Island in near record time, she had forgotten one important detail. Barocca had left all of the data that she had downloaded from her contact in Washington on her computer. She had also left the alien software that was generated on the CD's from that data neatly stacked next to her computer in her quarters.

The Shit Hits The Fan

The next morning came too soon for everyone on the Island. No matter what their feelings, or which side they favored, all of the amazons had a sense that something drastic was going to happen today, and that things would not be the same again for them.

Tiffany had called an emergency meeting for nine o'clock, for the entire Island to be present, in order to decide Barocca's fate. At a little past eight o'clock, Dee Dee and Ebony walked through the corridors to the unused quarters where they had locked Barocca in the night before. Dee Dee carried a tray of food.

"I suppose giving Barocca a 'last meal' is the least we can do, before we escort her out of here," said Dee Dee.

"I never thought I'd hear myself saying this," said Ebony, "but I completely agree with you, Dee Dee. That stunt she pulled yesterday was beyond anything that I thought she was capable of doing."

"Well, we may not be completely heartless, but she sure hasn't earned very many favors lately either," said Dee Dee, as they rounded the corner to Barocca's temporary quarters. Dee Dee paused, sniffing the air, and making a disgusted look on her face. "Pew! What the heck is that smell, Ebony? Something must've crawled into the air vents and died."

"Maybe a bird or some small animal on the Island?" suggested Ebony.

"I didn't think that we had that much wildlife here on the Island," said Dee Dee. "But I guess I was mistaken. Anyway, let's give Barocca her breakfast, and then we'll move on with things."

Dee Dee set the tray on the floor next to the door, and pressed in the entry code for the door. As she punched the combination in, Ebony called out. "Rise and shine in there, Barocca! You've got a big day ahead of you, girl."

Once the door was opened, the stench that the girls had sensed in the corridors hit them like a living thing.

"Holy shit, Dee Dee! What happened in here?"

Each girl grabbed some of the napkins as a temporary filter to place over their nose and mouth. "I don't know, Ebony. Let's just find Barocca, and get out of here."

A quick glance around the room showed them that Barocca was not in the two outer rooms. Fearful of what they might find, the girls entered the bedroom.

"Oh my god..." exclaimed Dee Dee. Lying on the bed was the outline of a form that had once looked human. Instead of flesh and bone, there were only mounds of a dark, brownish-gray powder.

"What the fuck happened here, Dee Dee?" asked Ebony.

"Right now, I couldn't even venture a guess, Ebony," said Dee Dee. "But I'm beginning to form a theory." She bent to examine some of the powder on the bed more closely. "This stuff bears more than a little resemblance to the raw material I use when I create the cocks for the girls." Dee Dee scooped up some of the residue into an empty drinking glass, and snapped a plastic cover over it.

"Later on, I'll analyze this in my lab, or maybe have it sent somewhere," said Dee Dee. "For now, let's report to Tiffany what we've found here."

"Let's go over this again," said Tiffany, with a shocked look on her face. "You didn't find anybody in the quarters. But there was a reeking smell, and this powder on the bed, where Barocca should have been?"

"I'm afraid that's right, Tiffany," said Ebony.

"That's just great," muttered Tiffany. "I'll bet anything that we haven't heard the last of Barocca, but for right now, we'll have to play the cards we've got."

"I've got a few theories on this, Tiffany," said Dee Dee. "But I'll need to run some tests on it later on."

"Okay, you do that, Dee Dee. All right, we can probably assume that Barocca's no longer on the Island," said Tiffany. "We'll conduct a thorough search, but I doubt if she's anywhere to be found. We'll announce at the meeting that she's escaped, and that we're officially expelling her. We'll leave the part about the weird powder out, until we have an explanation for it.

"Well, we're all gonna look pretty silly, if I'm not there for my own special meeting," said Tiffany with a laugh. "Let's get going, girls."

Tiffany entered the auditorium with Dee Dee and Ebony. Dee Dee and Ebony took their seats on the stage. Clyda and Jordan were already seated there. Tiffany stood at the podium, as she surveyed all of the other girls of their Island society. The idle chatter quickly died down, as Tiffany began to speak.

"We're gathered here because several very significant events have occurred, and we also have to make some critical decisions. I think you all know what happened yesterday. But just in case anyone missed it, here's a recap."

Tiffany pressed a switch on the podium. A large wide screen television was displayed on the wall in back of her. She pressed another switch, and a videotaped version of the final moments of the Main Event were replayed.

Once again, Barocca's maniacal assault on Jordan was played out in front of all the members of the audience. Once Ebony had reached in, and broken things up, and then she and Dee Dee had hauled Barocca away, Tiffany shut off the recording.

"I don't really have words to describe what you just saw," said Tiffany. "Suffice to say, that is the most loathsome, disgusting act that any amazon can commit upon another human being. Anyone who acts like that has no place whatsoever in our society here.

"Since we're all here, I'm calling for a simple show of hands. If there is anyone in this auditorium who thinks that Barocca should not be immediately and permanently expelled from the Island for her actions, let her raise her hand now."

The auditorium was ominously silent. Not one girl in the chamber raised a hand.

"Very well. The vote for this has been unanimous," said Tiffany. "I think you'll all notice that one member of our little community is conspicuous by her absence. Barocca herself hasn't honored us with her presence.

"I know you just watched her being marched off for detention at the end of the Main Event yesterday afternoon. Somehow, someway, Barocca has escaped. I don't know if she had help from someone, or if she had a master plan of some sort. But the fact is, she's gone. We're going to conduct a thorough search of the Island after the meeting, but I don't expect her to be found.

"With Barocca gone, her little clique and the way she runs things on her side of the Island is going to stop. I know that some of you were very devoted to Barocca, and still don't see eye to eye with the rest of us.

"I'm going to give anyone who wants it, the chance to leave the Island now. No questions asked. Anyone who wants out of here, raise your hands now."

Tiffany watched as three girls that she recognized as some of Barocca's staunchest allies raised their hands as one.

"Dee Dee, make a note of these girls' names. You'll be given the rest of the day to pack whatever clothes and belongings that you want to take with you. We'll have a boat here in the morning, and that'll take you to the mainland."

"Moving on to the next order of business, is the star of yesterday's action, Jordan. I know that not everyone may have met her before yesterday, but she's only been with us a couple of weeks.

"I want to stress that what happened to Jordan is a one time exception. We're not going to make a habit of bending the rules to accommodate people here. We're going to honor our commitment, and make Jordan a shemale amazon. She'll get the treatment from Dee Dee in a few days. Jordan will emerge from the operation with her cock fully developed. Because of the ordeals we put her through, we thought that she deserved that as a final reward for making it through everything.

"I want to stress right now, that Jordan is not to flaunt her new gifts, or use them to tease or intimidate anyone in any way, shape or form. Likewise, you are not to tease or taunt Jordan, because she's still new, and she's on a probation of sorts. We are going to get along as a peaceful, pleasure loving society once again.

"I know that expelling Barocca, and breaking up her side of the Island are ugly things to do, but it's something we have to do, if we're going to turn things around again. I want to make everyone fully aware, that if we have to deal with more antics like yesterday, or that if anyone gets out of line, that we're going to boot people off the Island first, and ask questions later.

"I'm sorry if that was a painful sounding speech, but it had to be said. And now, I'd like for the newest member of out little community to formally introduce herself to us."

Jordan got up, and strode over to the podium next to Tiffany.

"I know that this is the first time that a lot of you have met me. I just want to say that I've really been looking forward about coming to your Island, ever since I first heard the rumors about it. Getting a chance to become an amazon like the rest of you is something I've been fantasizing about for a long time.

"I know that on my first day, I got out of line, and broke the rules. For that, I deserved to be punished. I had no idea of what lay in store for me, when Tiffany and the others announced that they were doing things differently with me.

"You all saw what happened to me, as I was with Ebony, and then Clyda, and then in the Main Event. Yesterday was something I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. Somehow, I was lucky enough to be able to get through all three challenges. Even so, there were times when I didn't think I'd make it.

"I can't tell you how glad I am that I survived yesterday, and that you've still agreed to accept me, and make me one of you. I think I speak for all of the girls here, when I say how much we treasure the gift Dee Dee's been able to give us, and let us become shemale amazons here on the Island.

"That's still been one of my fondest dreams. And after going through what I did to get here, there's no way in the world that I'll jeopardize that by messing things up. I just want to say how thrilled I am at meeting the rest of you today, and the chance of being able to be with you, and be part of the family here in the future."

"That was a very moving speech, Jordan," said Tiffany. "I think I speak for everyone, when I say how we're all looking forward to seeing you, once Dee Dee's had a chance to work her magic on you.

"This meeting is now over. I'm going to have Ebony and Dee Dee organize some of you into search teams, and we're going to go over the Island with a fine toothed comb. Every room, every individual space where someone could possibly hide will be searched. There will be absolutely no exceptions. Myself, as well as the other senior amazon's quarters are included too. Anyone who raises any objections to this will risk being expelled also. I seriously doubt that we'll find Barocca. But first, we're going to make damn sure she's not on the Island."

Several hours later, Dee Dee, Ebony and Clyda worked their way across the Island in the search. They kept in touch with Tiffany and the other search teams with walkie-talkies, as they surgically scoured the Island, room by room.

Finally they came to Barocca's side of the Island. There had been some grumbling from a few of Barocca's supporters. But with Ebony as an enforcer, and with Tiffany's words ringing in their ears, resistance crumbled easily.

"Well, here's where we save the best for last," said Ebony, as they stood in front of the door to Barocca's quarters. Once they opened the door, a quick search revealed no one to be found in the rooms. Ebony and Clyda stood in the main room, as Dee Dee made a quick scan of the other rooms.

"I'm not surprised," said Clyda. "Barocca may have had guts to do what she did. But I didn't think she'd be bold enough to hide here under our very noses."

"It's hard to figure how she convinced so many nice girls to act the way they did," said Ebony. "Including me. All I can say is that I'm glad she's out of here."

"Holy shit! I don't believe this!" cried Dee Dee from the bedroom. Clyda and Ebony both had brief thoughts that Barocca had somehow escaped detection, and was attacking Dee Dee. Both girls rushed into the bedroom to find Dee Dee seated at Barocca's computer.

"What's wrong, Dee Dee?" cried Clyda.

"Look at what I found on Barocca's computer, Clyda. All of my files that I thought were deleted. And look at these CD's next to it. I'm just browsing through one of them. But there's stuff on here that's so advanced, I can't begin to guess where Barocca could've obtained it. God knows what else I'll find, once I really dig through things."

Dee Dee called Tiffany, and explained what she had found in Barocca's quarters.

"That's great news, Dee Dee. Maybe it'll start to shed some light on what's been going on around here at last. You, Clyda and Ebony make temporary headquarters there, and dissect that PC, and everything that's on it and the CD's. With the three of you there, there won't be any kind of last minute antics or her equipment suddenly disappearing on us."

"I'll pass the word around to the girls in this sector that we're camping out here for the time being," said Ebony.

"I'll call the cafeteria, and have some food sent over here," said Clyda.

"Good idea, Clyda," said Dee Dee. "We kind of forgot about lunch after the meeting was over. I'm starved. But in the meantime, I'm gonna see just what Barocca's been up to with her computer."

Two corridors away in another room on Barocca's side of the Island, a number of girls sat pondering their fate. Ebony had just informed them that they would be confined to one room for the night, until transport off the Island was arranged the next day.

"What the hell are those three doing, camping out there?" asked Domonique.

"We agreed to leave the Island peacefully," said Persia. "Are they trying to rub it in, by chaperoning us, until it's time to leave?"

"Don't worry about what they're doing over there," said Veronica. "Doesn't this room have a computer in it?"

"Yeah, over there," Persia pointed to the workstation.

"They're kicking our butts off the Island, and all you can think of is surfing the net?" asked Domonique with surprise.

"Don't worry about her," snapped Persia. "What we have to be concerned about is this:have any of us given any thought to what we're actually going to do once we're officially separ-ated?"

"We'll probably have to have operations done," said Domonique. "Without all the stuff Dee Dee gives us, we're gonna look awfully silly between our legs in a short time."

"I know. That really burns my ass, after all we've been through to get this far," said Persia.

"I don't know about the rest of you," said Veronica. "But I know something we can do that'll really make a big difference for us, once we have to leave here."

"What're you talking about, Veronica?" asked Persia. "In case you haven't noticed, we haven't exactly got a lot of options right now."

"Do you remember the phone message from Barocca? And how she stressed for us to check our e-mail as soon as we could?"

"How's something like that gonna help us now?" asked Domonique."Here's the note Barocca sent me last night. It gives the override code to unlock any door on the Island. She said she knew the shit was gonna hit the fan after what happened in the Main Event. Don't ask me how or where she got it. She didn't know if this could help us or not, but she thought we ought to know about it."

Persia's eyes lit up when she heard Veronica's words. "Give me that code, girl. If Barocca says it'll open up any door, then it ought to be good for getting us out of here." She typed in the alpha-numeric code and several of the function keys on the keypad, and the door opened silently.

"Hot damn! Barocca really was thinking ahead when she sent this," exclaimed Veronica. "Quick, close the door again, so nobody sees it open."

"You're right," said Persia. "Everybody thinks we're under lock and key right now, and it wouldn't be a good thing to let them know we're not."

"I've been thinking exactly what you two have just said," said Veronica. "And I think I know what we can do about it. If Dee Dee and Ebony are gonna stay in Barocca's quarters, then she can't be watching over her lab."

"Okay. So what's your point?" asked Domonique.

"If Dee Dee's gonna be over here, now is a perfect time to make a last minute raid on her lab, and stock up on the pills and vitamins that she stockpiles there," said Veronica. "She can't be in two places at once."

"Hey, this changes things a lot," said Domonique. "If we can get a supply of those wonder pills, and some of the instructions for making them from Dee Dee's lab, then maybe we won't have to give up what we've got after all."

"Yeah! We could either have a lab make some more for us somewhere," said Persia. "Or at least we'd have enough pills to where we could really make a series of videos that nobody would forget, and go out with a bang, with enough money to retire on."

"I like the way you girls think," said Veronica with a smile. "But I know Barocca will have something up her sleeve, besides just having us slink off into retirement with our tails between our legs. I say we wait until after dinner, and then we make a 'shopping run' over to Dee Dee's lab. After all the shit that's happened, Tiffany won't be expecting anything like this.""Then we're all agreed. We'll wait until later tonight, and then we'll make a visit to Dee Dee's lab," said Persia.

Just after nine o'clock that evening, Veronica, Domonique and Persia walked quietly through the corridors, to the other side of the Island. They quickly found Dee Dee's lab. The door opened quietly when Persia entered the override code Barocca had given them.

"Well, here we are," said Veronica quietly. "I'll look for the pills she's supposed to have stashed here somewhere. You two look for any kind of papers or formulas she may have, or anything useful like that on her computer."

Ten minutes later, the girls hit with resounding success. Veronica had found several large packets, that were vacuum-sealed. They were plainly labeled as pills that had just been refined and processed within the last month. "This is enough to keep a handful of us going for several months," thought Veronica with glee.

Although the amount Veronica had stolen was not the entire supply for the Island, it would severely impact the amount that was left for the rest of the community. Persia had gone through the file cabinet, and found a detailed folder, explaining how the pills were processed.Domonique had found a cassette tape that was labeled "Full Backup" for the last month.

"Awesome, girls!" exclaimed Veronica, when she saw what the other two had found. "Let's get out of here tonight, and then parade out of here quietly tomorrow morning. I'm sure Barocca will know what to do with these once we rendezvous with her."

The next day passed relatively uneventfully. Veronica, Persia, Domonique all left quietly on the early morning boat ride, that would take them back to the mainland, and out of the Island society. The materials they had stolen from Dee Dee's lab were easily concealed under some clothing in their baggage.

Dee Dee continued to pore over Barocca's computer and all of her software. Dee Dee was amazed at the level of technology she found, and her mind reeled at the uses that some of it could be put to.

Tiffany, Ebony and Clyda held long sessions with the remaining girls in Barocca's clique that had expressed a desire to stay on the Island. After several long talks with them, they felt sure that the girls would fit in well with the others. Barocca had been a master manipulator, and used her wiles to entice girls in to joining her side of the Island, and then using Ebony to enforce her will on them. Tiffany welcomed them all back, but still plainly expressed to them that they were on 'probation', until she was satisfied that they were not a threat to anyone.

Later that same day, Veronica's party arrived at the Hotel Hilton, and checked into a suite near Barocca's on the same floor. Barocca was ecstatic at everything the girls had been able to pilfer from Dee Dee's lab.

"This'll really give us an edge for staying in top form, when it comes time to challenging Tiffany and the girls," said Barocca.

"What kind of 'challenge' are you talking about, Barocca?" asked Veronica.

"Everybody sit down and get comfortable. I've got a long story to tell. And a new friend to introduce to you, named Jeanne."

For the next hour, Barocca laid out all the details of her past plans, and what she also hoped to accomplish in the future. When she was done, the other girls knew about the clone, and the other lengths Barocca had gone to, in order to ensure success for Jeanne.

"The least you could've done was tell us, Barocca," said Persia. "We've been tight long enough, that you ought to know you could trust us."

"You're right. I should've been more open with all of you," said Barocca. "I'm sorry for that. All we can do now, is try and overcome whatever type of challenge they come up with for us."

"Explain again, just what you've got in mind, Barocca," said Domonique.

"It goes down like this girlfriends," said Barocca. "It's no secret that Tiffany and company have bent all the rules to make Jordan a shemale amazon. The rest of you girls are already shemale amazons too. I couldn't change or help the way you girls already were.

"I did everything I did for Jeanne, hoping I could make an amazon from scratch that would outdo Jordan and the others, in some kind of contest. I was trying to stack the deck in our favor.

"In the time before you got here, I've written an exposé , that I'll use against the Island, if they don't call a truce." Barocca detailed her plan for holding copies of the exposé at one of the 'mailbox' stores.

"I'll contact the Island, and issue our demands. Unless they want reporters breathing down their necks, they'll agree to the challenge. The whole society of the Island revolves around fucking and sucking cocks. I'm not sure what they'll come up with, but it's bound to be something sexual in nature. I'll also insist that Jordan is part of it in some manner. She's the one who started all this shit happening, so it's only fair that we get a crack at her somewhere down the road."

There was awkward silence in the room as the other girls absorbed Barocca's tale.

"Okay, Barocca," said Veronica. "What you've just said is pretty crazy. But we aren't exactly loaded with options, for trying to get back in power on the Island. What I want to know, as well as the other girls here, is just who 'Jeanne' is that you've risked everything for."

"That's fair enough," said Barocca. She got up and went to the door of the bedroom, opened it, and invited Jeanne in to meet the other girls. Recognition began to show on the faces of some of the other girls.

"I remember you," said Domonique. "You were in some of those kinky bisexual films, weren't you?"

"That's me," said Jeanne. "Guilty as charged. Barocca saw me in those too. And then she eventually convinced me that she could make that happen to me in real life. The rest is history."

"Well let's see how Barocca's handiwork has turned out," said Persia.

Barocca stood in front of Jeanne for a moment. "You're gonna get to see Jeanne right now, but that's all. She still has to fully heal up. I'm not gonna fuck things up, by rushing her. In a day or two, we'll begin having fun, and showing her what we know."

Jeanne peeled off her bathrobe, and let the other girls gaze at her new endowments.

"Damn, Jeanne! That thing's gonna be huge, when it finally gets hard," said Domonique.

"You're gonna have one humongously hung shemale dick, Jeanne," said Persia.

"I'm glad everybody likes what they see," said Jeanne nervously. "I still haven't had the chance to have any fun with this yet, so I can't wait until we get to know each other better."

"Okay. For today, I suggest we all take it easy, and not get too heated up," said Barocca. "We can't carry on the same way we would at the Island, so we've gotta tone things down a little bit. Maybe tomorrow, we'll start having fun with each other.

"Tomorrow, I'm gonna contact the Island, and start the ball rolling on this whole scheme. I've already e-mailed a copy of the exposé to Tiffany, so she ought to have that by now, and she'll know that we mean business."

Tiffany sat down in her quarters, along with Clyda, Ebony and Dee Dee. She had her telephone set for speaker use, so everyone could hear Barocca's demands. Dee Dee had provided a hard copy of the exposé printed from the e-mail she had written. Barocca had also left instructions as to when she would contact the Island by telephone. The phone rang, and Tiffany answered it.

"Hi Tiffany. This is Barocca. I assume you've got Ebony as well as some others from your group present there. I trust you've had time to examine my 'presentation'."

"We've all taken a look at it, Barocca," said Tiffany bitterly. "What do you want? Get to the point."

"How the fuck did you get off the Island?" snapped Ebony.

"Temper, temper, girlfriend," said Barocca. "Let's just say that the reports of my death were greatly exaggerated.

"I'll make this short and sweet, Tiffany. I know good and well, that you're turning Jordan into a shemale amazon, if you haven't done so already. I've done the same thing with a close friend of mine too. Just who she is, and how she turns out, I'm saving for later.

"I'm proposing a contest for control over the Island. A contest that is sexual in nature. It's going to involve both of our newest creations. As well as you and me, and anybody else in our two little cliques, that has a beef against someone else.

"All right, Barocca," said Tiffany. "You've obviously got us over a barrel right now. Exactly what kind of contest have you got in mind?"

"Woman against woman. Cock against cock. Fucking and sucking like there hasn't been seen in ages. The side that wins takes complete control over the Island.

"Oh, and I think you'll agree that something like this has to be done in person, Tiffany. We'll arrange a meeting on the Island in a week, and lay out the ground rules. We'll also let Jordan and my girl get their first look at each other. They're the root of what this is all about, so it's appropriate that they meet each other.

"My girl is still healing up and getting ready. And I'm sure you want Jordan to be at a hundred percent for this too. Neither one of us is gonna have any excuses. We'll agree on just what events will take place. Then we'll set a date for two or three weeks in the future, for the grand showdown."

"A week it is then, Barocca," said Tiffany. "You can arrange your own transportation to the Island, and they can wait for you in their boat at the shore." Tiffany flicked a switch on the phone, and shut it off in disgust.

Somewhere out in space, the starship Delphi 4 streaked through the void towards earth.

"How's our arrival time looking, Rayleena?" asked Rhiannon.

"Well, thanks to your 'incentive program', once you made your announcement, the engine crew has busted their ass for us," said Rayleena. "I figure they've cut at least a third of the time that I thought it would take us to get there."

"The earthlings are also using the software sporadically again," said Calista. "Only short bits and pieces this time. But it's building a stronger signal that I can lock in on. We won't have any trouble finding them once we arrive."

"All right, that's the best news I've heard all day," said Rhiannon. "I can't wait to arrive on Earth again, and pay whoever's been using our technology without our consent a visit."