Two U.S. government employees are on official business on a remote island. After completing their assignment, they explore the land, but trespass on private property. They are captured and brutally punished.

Author: Dungeon Master; email: d_master6@hotmail.com

codes: F+f, F+m, whipping, heavy.


Jane Lawrence, a brown haired, pretty lady of thirty, smiled at her co-worker Jim Fenton. They were employees of the U.S. Fish and Wildlife agency and had come to this remote island, which was mostly U.S. Territory, to observe and report on the various wildlife native to this forested land. Jim, a tall dark haired man of thirty something, smiled back at the very attractive Jane, with her smooth skin and sultry disposition.

“Well Jim, our work here is about over. I faxed our report this morning back to headquarters.”

“Ah good Jane, guess we better make our plans to return to the mainland. We do have round trip tickets.”

“Yes Jim,” Jane smiled. “But first, I want to get in a little sunbathing on that gorgeous beach we found.”

Trying to imagine Jane in a bikini, Jim smiled lasciviously as his eyes imagined a healthy looking set of breasts through her light colored blouse. Business was business, but now it was time to play, he thought. Thoughts of her cavorting under him as he rammed her with his bulging manhood up her love canal, danced in his brain. So when she suggested sun bathing, Jim heartily agreed.

Jane strutted her lithe legs toward their rental car, so she could retrieve the gym bag with her bikini in it. Jim told her that he would just sunbathe in his khacki shorts, so when Jane returned, they headed off to the beach.

“Where’s the bikini?” Jim asked in a tone that was clearly disappointed that he could only see the same blouse and shorts and that she was wearing earlier.

“It’s underneath Jim. I put it on in the car,” she answered, which made him curse to himself that he hadn’t returned to the car with her.

“Okay Jane, let’s catch some rays huh?” He says hurriedly.

They walked around the outside of the wooded island on their way to that sandy beach, when Jane spotted a path she hadn’t seen before. Stopping, she told Jim that she wanted to check it out to see where it led.

“Oh come on Jane. Our work is done. Now can we just go to the beach.”

“Oh Jim, you know how curious I am. And besides, this won’t take long. Then we can go to the beach.” She smiles assuredly.

“Oh alright.”

Smiling, Jane leads the way down this dirt path with thick brush all around it. She turned to say something to Jim when, out of nowhere, a tall dark skinned woman stood in their path.

Her ebony skin contrasted with the white piece of cloth covering her breasts and the white shorts that rode high on her muscular thighs. She looked to be close to six feet tall, and her dark round eyes penetrated their brains as Jane and Jim looked startled at this imposing female.

“Excuse us ma’am,” Jim smiles, trying to coax a smile out of this serious looking native. When the two government workers tried to walk past her, the lady blocked their path.

“You trespass on our property,” the dark skinned lady announced coldly.

“This is U.S. property,” Jane countered.

“Not this part of the island!” She said as her high boned face tightened.

“Well, we didn’t see any signs!” Jim protested.

“This is our land. You trespass!”

“Alright, we’re sorry,” Jim said smoothly, trying to placate the situation “We’ll just go back.”

But when he and Jane made a u-turn, two other ladies, who looked like and dressed similarly to the first one popped into view and blocked their retreat.

“Hey, now wait a minute!” Jane said forcefully. “We said we’d leave!” She said, addressing the lady who seemed like the leader.

Then two others suddenly came out of the bushes on each side of the path. The two government workers were now surrounded by five fierce looking female warriors.

That’s when Jane lost it. “Listen, you fucking assholes! We are government workers! We came down here on business! Now we’re sorry we walked down the wrong fucking path! Now let us go please!” She said with hands on hips.

The other four females heard the leader’s command. “Seize them!”

The two government workers tried to evade the female warriors but two of the natives grabbed Jane who screamed and tried to kick out. But it was to no avail. These ladies were far stronger. One of them pinned Jane’s arm down while the other slapped her hard across the face knocking her to the ground.

“Hey!” Jim yelled. He tried to help his struggling coworker, but his arms were grabbed from behind also. He was held fast by two very strong females. He tried to jerk away, but the leader swiftly approached him from the front and delivered a kick to his groin. He groaned in pain and doubled over. A blow to the back of his head had him eating dirt as he groveled painfully face down on the ground. He was still conscious, but then he felt a potent foot pushing his face into the dirt. It was the leader’s foot and he realized how strong this lady was and that she could’ve killed him right then and there.

“Bind them!” The leader next ordered as the two strong women who had Jane pinned face down bound the still struggling woman’s wrists behind her. Having heard enough of the brunette’s mouth, the leader took off the cloth around her mammoth breasts and shoved it in Jane’s mouth, gagging her. “You talk too fucking much,” the leader proclaimed. Jim was bound and gagged in the same manner.

“Up!” The leader spouted once more.

The two government agents were then forced to walk. “Come on, move!” The leader ordered as she shoved them along forcefully down a path until they reached what looked like a village, which consisted of tents. A crowd of other female inhabitants gathered as their leader, who they finally learned was named Malla, forced the two captives forward. All of them were dressed like their leader and they were all dark skinned. They cheered as big breasted Malla led the two over to where two ropes hung down from a sturdy branch of a tree.

The female guards then forced a protesting Jane to raise her arms, which were subsequently tethered to the hanging noose. Jim was tied in a similar fashion beside his partner.

Jim’s gag was ripped out. “You’re making a mistake. We’re government employees. We mean you no harm!”

“You trespass on our land. You will be punished!” Malla said as her nostils flared. Then rhythmic clapping begun.

“You know what that means,” Malla, the only one who spoke. “They want to see you two naked,” she grinned, showing a perfect set of teeth.

“No!” Jane protested vehemently into her gag as she jerked her body around on the rope.

“Yes!” Malla laughed sarcastically and pulled out a switchblade. Going in back of Jane who was facing the crowd of gawkers, she sliced a path right up Jane’s back, severing the white blouse in half. She then came around in front and sliced upward. Jane’s pink bikini top came into view, as the white blouse was now reduced to rags on the ground. Another upward slice and Jane’s bikini bra joined her blouse, revealing her 36c breasts to not only the gazes of the natives but to Jim.

This wasn’t the way Jim wanted to see her breasts though.

Jane’s shorts were next. A slice here and a slice there left them in tatters on the ground as well. Her bikini bottoms were the only thing left between her private parts and the world.

“No, please no!” She pleaded as Malla slipped the blade of the knife into the waistband of her bikini bottoms.

“Hold still,” Malla warned. Carefully slipping the blade between Jane’s skin and the material, the tall black woman sliced right through what used to be a bathing suit. It was now in tatters like the rest of her clothes, leaving the red faced Jane bare naked as she hung from the rope.

The crowd cheered once their female trespasser was totally nude, and Malla gave a signal to one of the natives who held a long, ten stranded flogger. Malla addressed the terrified Jane. “You will be whipped for trespassing on our land!”

“NO!” She jerked in her bonds.

“Stop!” Jim protested. For his trouble he received a hard punch in the stomach from Malla, which was so hard that he would have doubled up on the ground if he hadn’t been bound.

“You will be next, asshole!” She glared at him as she stood as tall as he.

Giving a nod to the one who held the whip, Malla gazed at Jane’s naked body, and liked what she saw. The one holding the black whip then pulled back her arm and brought it forward swiftly. She snapped her wrist and the ten lashes slashed into the tender, pink back of Jane. The brunette tried to steel herself, but the pain was so great that she yelped. Jim was helpless. He couldn’t stop the onslaught. The lashes of the whip marched right down Jane’s back, leaving red streaks in their wake. The female captive stiffened and cried out after each swat and the cheers of the other women, who were thoroughly enjoying the afternoon entertainment, only served to degrade her further. The lashes had now reached her shapely derriere. Red streaks appeared across her bottom and they now landed on her thighs, which made her howl the loudest yet. Jane was sweating profusely as the whipping continued. One more path from her shoulder blades down to her thighs had her begging for mercy and professing her penitence, as her tears dripped on the ground.

Then the whipping stopped. Was this all? She couldn’t take much more!

Malla walked in front of the now teary eyed Jane and grabbed her by the hair. The now disheveled brunette pleaded with her eyes.

“We’re not quite through yet,” she proclaimed with delight.

“NO!” Jane cried through her now wet gag.

Malla then reached out and removed the gag. “We want to hear you holler.”

“No more, please,” Jane pleaded in a voice that was barely audible.

Malla then stepped back and said, “ Continue.”

Jane’s tears did nothing to deter them.

The one holding the flogger then stood in front of Jane.

“No please,” Jane whimpered.

Then the tall black lady drew back her arm and let it fly. The lashes flashed across Jane’s bare breasts. She threw her head back and howled into the air. The crowd cheered. Another flash across her tender breasts produced another ear splitting shriek.

Then the aim was lowered, slashing across her stomach. Red lines appeared where the lashes landed. Then a slash to her right thigh had her writhing in her bonds and shrieking loudly. A matching one to her left thigh caused the identical result.

Jane was in agony as she hung by her wrists. How much more?!

The lashes of the whip were dropped to the ground and the suspended government woman’s eyes bulged, as the lady holding the handle held it steady. Then with an upward thrust, she brought the lashes up and into Jane’s splayed cunt. The result was a piercing shriek that would have woken the deepest sleeper. Jane then sagged limply from the rope that held her up. She had not passed out, but she was finished. All the fight had been whipped out of her.

And Jim had to hang there and watch this brutal whipping of his co-worker.

Jane was cut loose from her rope and she was so weak that one of the guards hoisted her over her shoulder.

“Take her to the slave’s tent and tie her down,” Malla ordered. The guard answered in their native tongue and carried Jane away.

Then Malla stood in front of Jim. “Now it’s your turn asshole!”