Milking Time III by Gregster (Shemales, Huge penises, Masturbation, Lesbian themes, Mild domination)


This story involves a group of shemales who live on an island that 
exists in our world, but they chose to remain mostly isolated. That's 
part of the reason I also call them amazons.

The shemales in my stories have genitalia that start at John Holmes' 
size, and then get much bigger. (This is a work of fantasy after all.) 
So if extreme size is not to your liking, I suggest you go elsewhere 
and pick another story.

This story can be read on its own. But I highly recommend going back 
and reading the first two Milking Time stories, if you haven't already 
done so. I've started some plot threads that build on events from the 
previous stories, and other chapters will build off of what happens 
here. Things build and escalate to a much more satisfying conclusion if 
you know what has happened before. 

This story is copyrighted and may not be posted anywhere without my 
express written permission. 

I welcome comments and feedback from anyone who takes the time to read 
this. 
You can contact me via e-mail at: gsisk@mailexcite.com 


Chapter #1: Midnight Meeting 

Tiffany closed the door behind her as the last of the amazons filed in 
to the room.
 
"I want to thank all of you for coming here tonight," Tiffany addressed 
the dozen girls sitting in the room with her. "I appreciate your all 
showing up on short notice. I'll try to make things short and sweet, so 
we're not too terribly obvious to everyone else on the Island about 
holding meetings in the middle of the night." 

Along with Clyda and Dee Dee, nine other girls who Tiffany considered 
to be her oldest and most trusted friends made up the group in the 
room. 

"As you all probably no doubt know, things are building to a head ever 
since Jordan came to the Island," said Tiffany. "We've basically got 
two groups, or two 'schools of thought' here. There's our group, who 
believes in treating everybody more or less equally. When girls perform 
well, we reward them fairly and often, and move them along regularly in 
the development of their cocks, and sexual advancement, so they can 
become members of the family here." 

"And then there's Barocca's sect," continued Tiffany. "Don't ask me how 
or why she turned out the way she did, but Barocca's a control freak. 
She believes in absolute domination and control over the girls under 
her. She makes them work outrageously hard for any sexual favors, and 
then she doles out the pleasure and the rewards with an eyedropper. 
It's beyond me why any of the girls are loyal to her, but she's got a 
handful of followers." 

"The last time we counted, we had just over fifty amazons on the 
Island," said Tiffany. "How many would you say are loyal to our way of 
thinking?" 

"Easily two thirds of the girls on the Island are faithful to us, 
Tiffany," said Dee Dee. "There can't be more than a dozen in Barocca's 
little clique. But most of them are fanatics, and would do anything for 
her." 

"I know that ever since we announced we were giving Jordan special 
treatment, we opened a bigger can of worms than any of us could have 
imagined," said Tiffany. "Things are going to come to a head, one way 
or another, regardless of whether Jordan makes it all the way through 
the main event or not." 

"That's a foregone conclusion love," said Clyda. "Jordan took 
everything Ebony could dish out at her. And my balls are still sore 
from the finale this afternoon with her." 

"I'm afraid Clyda's right," said Dee Dee. "Barring something totally 
unexpected, I don't think there's any way Jordan won't make it through 
the main event. Then we aren't going to have any choice but to make her 
one of us." 

"The fact is," said Tiffany, "Barocca's going to use this string of 
events to try and push for more changes, whether Jordan makes it or 
not. Barocca would like nothing better than to run this Island with 
everyone under her thumb, just the way she wants. I don't think any of 
us here want that to happen." 

"All right, Tiffany. So we can expect some sort of challenge or power 
play from Barocca in the near future," said Darlene. "So what do we do 
when she makes her move?" 

"What we need to do," said Tiffany, "is stack the odds in our favor, 
and give ourselves every chance to come out on top. Two things would 
push Barocca over the edge, and have her so fucking mad, she'd play 
right into our hands, and we'd have her just where we wanted her." 

"The first one is obvious," continued Tiffany. "We make certain that 
Jordan passes the main event, and becomes a shemale like the rest of 
us. Seeing Jordan reach the Holy Grail in so short a time, after she 
had to work so long and so hard to become one of us, will drive her 
wild." 
"And just what's the second thing you have in mind, Tiffany?" asked 
Clyda. "As if I didn't know." 

"That should be even more obvious," said Tiffany. "We see to it that 
Jordan comes out of her operation with even more cock between her legs 
than Barocca!" 

"Damn, Tiffany!" exclaimed Darlene. "You sure aren't asking for very 
much. Just turn everything upside down from the way we're used to doing 
things around here, and promote Jordan to the head of the fucking class 
while you're at it." 

"All right, I'm sorry that things are so drastic sounding," said 
Tiffany. "But we're going to have to confront Barocca whether we like 
it or not, sooner or later. And I don't know about you, but I'd rather 
stack the odds in my favor ahead of time, and have a chance of 
controlling the outcome, rather than wait and let her force things upon 
us." 

"There's also a couple of things I think you ought to know about 
Jordan," continued Tiffany. "Dee Dee and I have already had a couple of 
long talks with her, and I assure you, we'll have many more." 

"Talk is cheap, Tiffany," said Roxanne. "Suppose you do have Dee Dee 
work her magic on Jordan, and suppose she does turn out bigger between 
her legs than Barocca is. How are you gonna control her then? If she 
doublecrosses you, and sides with Barocca or Ebony, we could be worse 
off than we ever were." 

"I'm well aware of the risk we're taking," said Tiffany. "But Dee Dee 
and I have given this a lot of thought, and I think I know how we can 
keep Jordan in check." 

"It's actually very simple," said Dee Dee. "If there's one thing Jordan 
wants more than anything else in the whole fucking world, it's to have 
a cock, and to be a shemale amazon, just like the rest of us." 

"The cock that I make to give Jordan will be a very special one," 
continued Dee Dee. "Yes, it'll be fucking huge, and it ought to make 
Barocca's eyes pop out of her sockets when she sees it on Jordan. But 
I'm also installing more safeguards and failsafes in this one, than in 
anything I've ever created before. If Jordan gets out of line, I can 
cut her off with the flip of a switch, or a couple of keystrokes. 
She'll still have her cock, but she'll never see a hard-on again, and 
that would absolutely devastate her, after everything she went through 
to get it." 

"Dee Dee and I have already laid down the law regarding certain things 
with Jordan so far," said Tiffany. "Not to mention the fact that after 
an afternoon with Ebony, she calmed down considerably. If and when she 
makes it through the main event in one piece, we'll hit her with this 
next. Given a choice between living out her fantasies with us if she 
behaves, or risking it all and possibly losing everything by siding 
with Barocca, I think she'll choose us." 

"Like I said before," continued Tiffany, "I know what I'm proposing 
here is very risky, and that there's a lot of things that could screw 
up in one way or another, and backfire on us. If anyone's got a better 
idea, or another way they'd like to try and do things, now's the time 
to make yourself heard." 

"What about taking a vote, and simply having the majority be officially 
in power here?" asked Roberta. "There's easily many more of us than 
there are of Barocca's clique." 

"A good idea," replied Tiffany. "But that would only solve things 
temporarily. Unless we get Barocca out of here, she'll continue running 
things behind the scenes the way she is now. Things will continue to 
fester, and in a few months, if not even sooner, we'll be back to where 
we started from all over again." 

"Then why don't we just kick Barocca's ass, and show her who's boss?" 
asked Darlene. 

"Believe me, Darlene, that's crossed my mind too," said Tiffany. "We 
could just boot Barocca out of here, without any explanations, and even 
use force if necessary," said Tiffany. "But that would just be 
exchanging one set of problems for another. Other girls would wonder 
why we did what did, and possibly come to resent us in the future for 
it. We'd probably have another set of malcontents on our hands." 

"Don't forget another thing," said Dee Dee. "Although we're in decent 
shape here on the Island, must of us are lovers, not warriors. We came 
here because we like to fuck, not to fight. And if we do something like 
that unprovoked against Barocca, then I know damn well that Ebony will 
side with her; as well as anyone else who's loyal to her. We'd wind up 
having a mini gang-war on our hands. It's bad enough getting fucked by 
Ebony. I don't think any of us are ready to challenge her to a battle." 
A few girls muttered under their breath, and shook their heads. No one 
seemed to have any plans that seemed better than what Tiffany had just 
proposed. 

"But Tiffany," asked Roxanne, "even if we can get rid of Barocca, what 
are we gonna do about Ebony?" 

"That's a good question," admitted Tiffany. "I know Ebony and Barocca 
are tight, but I'm not sure just how she'd react without Barocca here 
to lead things." 

"Ebony's not as bad as everyone thinks," said Dee Dee. 

"Easy for you to say, girl!" exclaimed Clyda. "You haven't been reamed 
by her when she's got no thoughts, except for her own pleasure and 
release." 

"Oh yes I have," said Dee Dee. "Not as often, or as recently as some of 
you here. But I've felt Ebony's wrath plenty of times. I'll be the 
first to admit that during sex, she can be a regular Frankenstein." 

"But I've also worked with Ebony more closely than any of you have," 
continued Dee Dee. "Ebony's a hell of lot smarter than she looks. She 
helped me set up a lot of the computer systems we've got here, as well 
as overseeing and installing the security operations. I know that 
because she's big, black and hung like a fucking bull, that Ebony 
intimidates the shit out of a lot of the girls here. Having Barocca 
play things up the way she does only adds to the effect. I'm probably 
the only one besides Barocca, who's sat down and had some sincere talks 
with Ebony. This is going to sound crazy, but I'm willing to bet that 
if Barocca weren't here, Ebony wouldn't be nearly the ogre that 
everyone thinks she is." 

"All right, Dee Dee," said Clyda. "If you're positive we'll be able to 
live with Ebony, if we should have to oust Barocca, that's good enough 
for me. I agree with Tiffany that we've got to take some sort of 
stance, otherwise things are going to start crumbling all around us 
here." 

"I'm afraid I agree with Tiffany also girls," said Roxanne. "We'll have 
to force Barocca to make some sort of power play, and then use that 
against her, to get her out of here." 

"So here's how I see things happening," said Tiffany. "First, we see to 
it that Jordan passes the main event. That'll begin to start Barocca's 
blood boiling for certain. And then we make certain Jordan's got more 
cock than Barocca does when we unveil her to the rest of the colony. 
When we display her to the rest of the Island, and Barocca gets a good 
look at her, she'll go fucking ballistic. That'll provoke Barocca into 
acting rashly, and she'll probably issue some sort of challenge or 
ultimatum to us." 

"If that doesn't piss Barocca off enough to come forward and make her 
move, I don't know what else will," said Darlene. 

"That's the understatement of the year, Tiffany," said Roberta. The 
rest of the girls laughed among themselves for a moment at that. 

"Tiffany, you do realize that Barocca will be so livid with anger, 
she'll probably direct her challenge directly at Jordan herself," said 
Clyda. 

"That's exactly what I'm counting on," said Tiffany. "So once Barocca 
makes her move, and issues her challenge, or her demands, the ball will 
be in our court, and that's just the way I want it." 

"I don't see how forcing things to escalate to the boiling point is 
just what you want, Tiffany," said Darlene. 

"The reason is this, Darlene," said Tiffany. "What few rules and bylaws 
that we have here on the Island are very clear on certain points. One 
of them is that if one amazon should ever challenge another, whoever is 
challenged gets to choose the type of contest, or 'duel' that will take 
place. It's kind of like the old time code of honor. We'll have Jordan 
respond to Barocca with a contest that we know Jordan can win, and we 
also take whatever devious steps are necessary to ensure that she 
wins." 

"Remember a few things girls," said Clyda. "At the time, Jordan only 
has to accept the challenge from Barocca. She can name the type of 
contest, and when it's to be held in a couple of days. That'll give us 
time to think of something, and make certain that she comes out on 
top." 

"All right," said Tiffany. "For the time being, I think that covers 
things. Not a word of any of this to Jordan. For now, I still want her 
to think that she's got to do things on her own." 

"It looks like you'll be putting in more time than usual in your lab, 
Dee Dee," said Clyda. "Do you think you'll need any additional help to 
get things done?" 

"How about it, Dee Dee?" asked Tiffany. "Do you think you can come up 
with something that'll make sure Jordan passes the main event?" 

"I doubt that Jordan will need help of any sort myself," chuckled Dee 
Dee. "But yeah. I'll come up with something that'll guarantee the 
results we want. And don't worry, I can handle creating all the special 
effects and requirements you'll want. But there's a couple things that 
I think everyone here ought to know. I told everyone that the reason I 
had to give Jordan a partially effective pill when we turned her over 
to Ebony, was due to a lack of time. That wasn't entirely true." 

"The real reason," continued Dee Dee, "is that someone tampered with my 
PC. The entire partition that holds all my formulas, my research and 
development files, was gone. All I could do was throw together a 
patchwork pill for Jordan, and we're lucky she survived her afternoon 
with Ebony. I didn't let this on to anyone until I was certain what had 
happened. 

"I did a tape restore later on, and was able to give Jordan a proper 
pill the next day, when we turned her over to Clyda. I think everyone 
could see the difference in the results. The point is, we're having to 
deal with something else I never thought we'd have to here on the 
Island: sabotage from within. 

"If I had to name anyone, I'd pick Barocca or one of her cohorts who 
came in and screwed with my PC. Of course, I have no proof, and it'd be 
my word against hers, but that's my gut feeling." 

"That's terribly unsettling news," said Tiffany. "But it just might 
help us in the long run. I agree with your hunch that Barocca's 
probably at the root of that problem too. If we can ever find a way to 
prove that, it'll be that much easier to get her out of here. The rest 
of you take extra caution with your PC's and with general security the 
next few days." 

"Since we're using Windows NT here, I'd suggest that you all lock your 
PC's when you're not using them," said Dee Dee. "Or better yet, go in 
to the BIOS, and set a Power-On password. Then turn them off whenever 
you're not using them. That'll make damn sure that nobody gets into it 
that shouldn't, without a major effort. Anyone who needs help setting 
that up, be sure and call me." 

"Okay. Everyone get back to your quarters, or wherever you're supposed 
to be this evening," said Tiffany. "Everybody on the Island knows that 
something's brewing in the air, with all the shit that's been 
happening. If you happen to find out anything important that you think 
I should know, come tell me in person. We're not going to risk using 
the phones or even e-mail, for confidential matters, until this is over 
one way or another. 

"Last but not least, leave Jordan to myself, Dee Dee and Clyda. So far, 
she seems really receptive to our way of doing things, and siding with 
us. We'll give her the news as she needs to know it. I guess the only 
other thing would be to tell the other girls to lighten up and be a 
little friendlier with Jordan; but tell them to try and not to make it 
too obvious. If we can make her feel more at home here, we've got a 
better chance of pulling this whole thing off." 


Chapter #2: Barocca Confronts Ebony 

Barocca and Ebony sat together in Barocca's quarters, watching a 
delayed video broadcast of the final moments of Jordan finishing her 
afternoon of sex with Clyda. 

As the final scene came to an end, Barocca pressed the button on the 
remote control and turned off the monitor. She let the remote land 
loudly on the end table next to her. 

"I don't believe it. I simply can't fucking believe it!" exclaimed 
Barocca. "Neither you or Clyda could manage to put that little slut 
away, and get her ass carted off the Island." 

"What is your problem, girl?" asked Ebony. Ebony was shocked at the 
amount of emotion and hatred in Barocca's voice. 

"My problem?" said Barocca. "Excuse me, but I think we ought to be 
talking about your problem, Ebony. And for that matter, Clyda's too. 
You used to eat little tramps like that alive, and then send them home 
screaming. You had her all to yourself for over five hours, and you 
couldn't finish her off. What the fuck did you think I was talking 
about?" 

"Now wait just a damn minute, girlfriend," said Ebony. "It's true I 
fucked Jordan hard and heavy yesterday. And if you'd bother to watch 
the fucking tape, you'll see there are plenty of times when she was 
crying out loud and she came awfully damn close to giving it up 
completely and calling things off. 

"But the fact is, she didn't," continued Ebony. "Jordan sucked it in, 
she took whatever I dished out to her, and didn't snap. I respect that 
from anyone I have sex with, because I know I'm not the easiest damn 
partner in the world to please. I also give Jordan credit for having 
enough smarts and determination to actually seek us out and find the 
Island and get invited here in the first place." 

"Oh I see," retorted Barocca. "What you're trying to tell me is you 
prefer Jordan over some of the amazons here on the Island." 

"What gave you that idea?" exclaimed Ebony. "Yes, I like Jordan, 
because I think she's cute, she's determined, and she'll probably fit 
in well here. I never said I put her ahead of anyone else here on the 
Island." 
"Now you're already admitting you'd like to see that little blonde slut 
here on the Island as one of us," said Barocca. "Admit it, Ebony. You 
couldn't get the job done. You're getting soft!" 

Ebony froze in her seat on the sofa, and simply glared at Barocca, as 
her words hit home. After a moment, Ebony's emotions reached the 
boiling point, and then shot past. 

"Soft?! Who the fuck do you think you're calling soft, girl?" shouted 
Ebony. Ebony stood up from her seat on the sofa, and glared down on 
Barocca from her full height. 

Barocca shrank back and recoiled at the force of Ebony's emotions. She 
had obviously pressed the wrong button on Ebony. She'd started 
something inside Ebony she couldn't control. 

Barocca had been working to instill a dominant, aggressive personality 
in Ebony, so that she could oversee and keep the new girls under her 
control. Now her own devious planning was coming back to haunt her. 
Ebony stood up in front of Barocca, and ripped open her skirt which was 
held together by a Velcro patch. Ebony glared at Barocca, in only her 
bikini now. 

"For your information Barocca, Jordan took plenty of my cock inside 
her. She took it more times than I can remember, and she gave a damn 
fine accounting of herself with me the other day. As a matter of fact, 
Jordan took me deeper and more often than just about any other girl on 
the Island, including yourself, honey. And you had the advantage or 
warming up, and breaking in with some of the other girls, before they 
turned you over to me, I might add." 

"I think it's time I showed you just how 'soft' I really am Barocca," 
said Ebony. Ebony leaned directly over Barocca, as she squirmed in the 
sofa. Ebony stuck one muscular arm out to brace herself against the 
wall. 

Ebony knitted her brows, and released the mental control over her cock. 
In a matter of seconds, it looked as though someone had shoved a 
softball inside her bikini panties; then a second, and finally a third, 
as Ebony's cock and balls swelled to life inside her panties. 
Inside Ebony's bra, her breasts swelled slightly at the sexual 
excitement mounting in her. Her nipples rose and stiffened, becoming 
starkly visible under the fabric straining to contain her twin 
mountains. 

With her other hand, Ebony reached down to her bikini panties. With one 
quick flex of her wrist, Ebony snapped the knot holding her panties on, 
and tossed them to the side. 

Ebony's cock was usually almost a foot long, and not quite several 
inches thick in its limp state. In the heat of the moment, Ebony's cock 
sprung to its full size and hardness in near record time. Three feet of 
rock-hard shemale cock hovered in the air before Barocca's face. 

Ebony shifted her hips, swung her weight, and the head of her cock and 
several inches of the shaft slapped loudly against Barocca's cheek. 

"Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?" squealed Barocca. 
Ebony's response was to lean back, and twist her hips farther back than 
before, and lean and twist into Barocca like a baseball batter. The 
last third of Ebony's cock slammed into the side of Barocca's head and 
face, twisting her head to one side with the impact. 

Barocca's head snapped back into place with a look of utter fear and 
shock. Ebony turned her hips so that her cock was just inches away from 
Barocca's face, hovering in the air like a warhead. 

"Shut the fuck up!" Ebony clearly spaced and enunciated each word for 
Barocca's benefit. Ebony leaned forward so her face was only inches 
away from Barocca's. "It's probably crossed your mind that I could 
rearrange your face without even having to use my hands, if I wanted 
to, girl. But that would be too fucking obvious, and too many questions 
would be asked. So I'm gonna teach you a lesson in another way." 

"Be serious Ebony," said Barocca, glancing nervously about her. 
"Everyone knows that they film practically everything on the Island to 
begin with; including inside our quarters." Barocca gestured to the 
tiny video camera in the upper corner, with its red light flickering, 
indicating it was filming away. 

"And with all the shit going on with Jordan here on the Island, they 
made it crystal clear that now they're watching everyone like a hawk. 
Especially the monitors in our quarters. So just what are you gonna do 
to me, now that you know you've got an audience?" 

"Just this," replied Ebony. Ebony got up from Barocca, reached over 
into her small hand bag, and brought out a small device, about the size 
of a calculator. Ebony flicked it on, removed the stylus from the side, 
entered a few swift commands, and then returned the unit to her hand 
bag. 

"What the hell was that?" asked Barocca. 

"That was a Palm Pilot," retorted Ebony. "And that was a batch file I 
just ran on it. That batch file runs a program on the security computer 
which will make certain that no matter what happens in these rooms for 
the next two hours, the only thing anybody will see will be the two of 
us having a little 'girl talk' on the sofa and watching TV for the 
evening. That actually happened Tuesday or Wednesday of last week, but 
they'll see it with tonight's date and time." 

"But, but how?" Barocca stammered. 

"How did I learn about computers?" Ebony completed the sentence for 
her. "You really ought to pay more attention to people, and not judge 
them on the surface Barocca. You and almost everybody else thinks that 
because I'm big and black, and in charge of physical conditioning, that 
I've got more dick than brains." 

"You forgot that I'm also in charge of security too," continued Ebony. 

"If you had ever taken the time to read my file, or really get to know 
me, you'd find that I went to college before I came to the Island. And 
that when I came here, I spent a lot of time with Dee Dee, and I picked 
up a lot of tips and knowledge on computers." 

Barocca swallowed hard, and glanced nervously about the room. She was 
completely at Ebony's mercy. 

"As I was saying, Barocca," said Ebony, "now I'm going to show you the 
'hard' way, just how 'soft' I really am." 

Ebony picked Barocca up bodily, lifting her like a child, so that her 
midsection draped over her shoulders. Ebony carried Barocca into the 
bedroom, and then let her flop onto the bed on her back. 
Ebony reached down and ripped off Barocca's bikini panties. 

"When was the last time you had your backdoor banged, Barocca?" asked 
Ebony. 
Barocca stared at Ebony in stunned silence, with her eyes wide open. 

"Can't remember?" retorted Ebony. "That's good. Because I'm gonna make 
damn sure you don't forget this for a long time, girl." 

Barocca began to sweat and tremble on the bed. 

"Oh, and don't even think about getting a hard-on, and joining in, and 
maybe relieving yourself along the way," added Ebony. "I know damn well 
we can all control whenever we do or do not get a hard-on here on the 
Island. If I see your dick so much as even hint at getting any bigger, 
I'll shove my cock so far inside you, that I'll be able to shove my 
balls in too." 

Ebony began stroking the shaft of her cock, getting it ready. "It's way 
past due that somebody taught you some fucking manners, and brought you 
down a peg, girl." 

At that point Barocca knew she had no choice but to try and fight; and 
fight hard. 

"No!" she yelled, and began to struggle. Barocca flexed every muscle in 
an attempt to get away; her abs, her arms, and her legs. She twisted 
her torso and struggled like mad. 

Ebony just held her down, and laughed at Barocca's struggles. Ebony 
grabbed Barocca's legs so that she was spread-eagled on the bed 
underneath her. Then, Ebony lined her cockhead up against the rim of 
Barocca's ass. 

Ebony's red-hot, rock-hard massive cockhead slammed its way past 
Barocca's sphincter and buried itself in her rectum. An expression of 
agony shot over Barocca's face, as she tried to ignore the pain, and 
not give Ebony the satisfaction of yelling out. 

"Trying to play the tough act, huh?" said Ebony. "Well, I've got a 
newsflash for you girl. That was only head of my cock that you just 
took inside your ass now. We haven't even started to have fun yet. Let 
me give you a taste of what you're gonna get." 

Ebony took a deep breath and readied herself to deliver the forward 
thrust. Ebony's thick hands gripped Barocca's legs so she was virtually 
immobile beneath her. With one long, powerful thrust, Ebony buried a 
full twelve inches of her cock into Barocca, into the very depths of 
her rectum. And Barocca truly did scream then. 

"C'mon girl. Suck it in and take it!" shouted Ebony, as she paused for 
a moment. "Don't feed me any bullshit about how I'm hurting you. Each 
of us takes enough pills here on the Island so I know that you're damn 
near invulnerable down there. You'll hurt like hell for a day or two, 
but after that, you'll be as good as new, and we both know it." 

Ebony slowly slid her cock so that it was almost all the way out of 
Barocca's ass, and then slammed it back in, and then rested. Barocca 
could feel Ebony's cock stretch her open wider and deeper than she had 
felt in years. She could feel it throbbing, giving off incredible heat. 
Then a slow and long slide from Ebony, and then slam! 

Ebony wanted Barocca's ass. With a crash, Ebony's exploding cock head 
was between Barocca's hard buttocks again, finding and smashing home 
into her ass. With the fist-sized cockhead imbedded, it was already 
unleashing and oozing precum into Barocca's rump. The agonized scream 
of the vicious breaking of Barocca's ass accompanied the liquid 
sensation filling her bowels. 

Six, and then seven inches of penetration. Ebony fucked her pole deeper 
into Barocca's tight ass. Nine inches, then eleven inches, each 
orgasmic thrust deeper, so that more and more of Ebony's weapon enjoyed 
the caress of Barocca's ass. 

The grumble of internal displacement as fifteen mammoth inches found a 
home. Each fuck thrust from Ebony producing a high-pitched wail and 
epileptic reaction as Barocca's body nearly went into shock. 
"Ah! Such a nice hot, tight ass, Barocca! So fucking good!" Ebony 
moaned. 

Ebony began to pick up the pace and power of her thrusts, no longer 
resting. With each slam into Barocca's ass, Barocca let out a small 
scream. Faster and faster Ebony pounded her ass, every stroke just as 
painful as the first. Then Ebony began jerking into Barocca, her 
strokes no longer rhythmic. 

Ebony suddenly grabbed Barocca's hair and her head was jerked to the 
side and up, so that her eyes looked into the face of Ebony, as black 
as the ace of spades. 

"Don't tell me you were you a virgin in the ass, girl?" 
Barocca didn't answer. "Please," she protested. "Please let me go..." 
Ebony grinned. "You and I both know that's too good to be true. But 
you've done it so seldom, you might as well be. I love fuckin' a virgin 
ass! We've only just started girl, and you sure won't ever forget it!" 
Barocca closed her eyes in despair. What was happening was her own 
fault. She hadn't meant to do it, but she had asked for this, by 
pushing Ebony over the limit. 

Suddenly, Barocca was grabbed again and lifted off the bed. Ebony's 
massive arms held Barocca's body completely off the bed, with her cock 
sticking inside her like a telephone pole. 

Ebony rammed even more of her cock inside Barocca, letting it ream and 
stretch her ass to unbelievable limits. Ebony had Barocca completely 
skewered on her cock like a piece of meat on a roasting spit. Ebony 
placed her hands on her hips and just glared at Barocca, with a look 
that told her the worst was still to come. 

"Hey, guess what, Barocca?" asked Ebony. "By my guess, you've taken 
right about twenty inches of me inside of your butt so far. That's 
almost, repeat almost as much as Jordan took inside her the other day 
from me." 

The realization of Ebony's words hit Barocca, as she became aware of 
how badly her anus had been ravaged. 

Without warning, Ebony reached down to Barocca's hips, and flexed her 
powerful arms. Five more inches of Ebony's steel-hard cock smashed and 
impaled itself into Barocca's ass. 

Barocca's eyes rolled back in their sockets, and she screamed like a 
banshee. 

Ebony reached down and gripped Barocca just below her shoulders with 
her hands. Ebony gave a light lifting thrust, to propel Barocca's 
weight forward and upward. This generated an almost vertigo-like 
feeling in Barocca, as she was lifted through the air without warning. 
This brought Barocca to a near perpendicular angle, and almost level 
with Ebony's face. Barocca was still plungered on Ebony's massive cock 
like a hot dog on a stick. Ebony was completely supporting Barocca's 
weight, using only her cock like a tree limb. 

Ebony brought her face close to Barocca's and let her gaze deeply into 
her eyes, so she could see the fire burning in their depths. 

"Since you've obviously got it in for Jordan, and you've never come up 
with one simple fucking reason why," said Ebony, "I figure I'll treat 
you the same way, and show you the same amount of mercy that you'd show 
her, if you had your way with Jordan. Which is little, if any." 

Barocca was then dumped again on the bed, her ass quivering and 
vibrating on Ebony's humongous cock. Barocca's ass lips were spread 
apart by Ebony's fingers as she was impaled deeper onto that horribly 
thick cock. Because Barocca was already well lubricated from Ebony's 
earlier fucking, it easily, if painfully, slid even further into her 
wet and stretched tunnel. 

Ebony held Barocca as her asshole was impaled by the amazon's massive 
cock. Now the pain Barocca thought couldn't possibly increase tripled 
and shot through her whole body. It was beyond any pain Barocca had 
ever thought existed. Barocca screamed so hard, she thought her throat 
would tear. 

Barocca felt as if she was being ripped apart while Ebony's cock thrust 
deeply, pounding and pushing and punishing her stretched asshole. 
Pain continued to flood Barocca's being, as she wondered when she was 
going to pass out. But as Ebony's thrusts in her ass continued, and 
grew more and more painful, she realized that she was to be denied that 
small mercy. 

Ebony's strong hands gripped Barocca's waist and she gasped as what 
felt like hot steel rammed its way into her damp and abused ass. 
Barocca felt Ebony's hot breath on her skin, and shivered as Ebony 
drove her massive cock brutally in and out of her poor ass, each thrust 
slamming against her ass cheeks, making them shudder and quiver. 

"I think I want you looking at me," Ebony said grinning. She grabbed 
Barocca's head, and forced her to look at her, as she brutalized her 
ass. Ebony again rammed her hard three-foot tool into Barocca's ass 
again. 

Ebony seemed to slow a tiny bit, but the power of her thrusts did not 
lessen. Barocca grunted in time with the thrusts of Ebony's punishing, 
pounding blows. Ebony's rock-hard cock stuffing Barocca full, her 
stomach heaving in time with her massive cock battering her insides. 
Ebony was cursing Barocca now, calling her "special bitch", "sweet 
slut", "whore," and other names as she slammed her cock into Barocca. 
Amidst Barocca's spastic flailing, and ceaseless tearful screaming, 
Ebony felt the satisfying slap of her groin slapping Barocca's ass. 
Ebony continued to violently fuck Barocca with her full three-foot 
length for over half an hour. 

Barocca felt something break deep inside her soul, her whole body 
heaving and jerking as a fire of pain and humiliation raced through her 
nerves. Barocca's body betrayed her as the explosive orgasm of Ebony 
rocked her body. As Ebony continued slamming into her ass, making her 
wail and jerk on the end of her throbbing cock as she neared her 
orgasm, Barocca's skin feeling like it was burning. 

Then Ebony came, suddenly ramming into Barocca with brutally hard 
strokes, as she flooded her ass with her lava-like cum. A torrent 
gushed into Barocca's ripe ass, and still more was coming. 

Barocca felt like her ass was filled with liquid fire. Between the 
merciless pounding of the shaft of Ebony's cock, and the white hot cum 
it was spewing out, Barocca felt like she was being ripped apart. 
Barocca didn't know if she could contain the full amount of the massive 
load that Ebony had stored in her balls or not. One small consolation 
was that Ebony had other plans, besides filling Barocca's ass with her 
jism. 

Suddenly, Ebony released her grip on Barocca's hips, and pulled her 
massive shaft out in one long stroke. As Ebony pulled her engorged 
cockhead out, the swollen ridges of the head brushed against the walls 
of her anal chamber brutally. A loud, satisfying 'pop' was heard, as 
Ebony pulled her cock completely out of Barocca's ass. 
Ebony clamped on the shaft of her cock with hands briefly, letting the 
rampaging orgasm build to even greater pressure. 

"Here's the rest of the load, slut!" yelled Ebony. "And keep your 
fucking mouth shut. You haven't earned the taste of my cum today." 
With that, Ebony began stroking the shaft of her cock with her right 
hand, and squeezing her loaded balls with the other. Long thick strands 
of shemale cum launched out at Barocca. The loads traveled several feet 
easily, before landing loudly on Barocca's face and the rest of her 
body. 

To Barocca, it almost felt like someone was assaulting her with a 
garden hose. Ebony's jism was landing with enough force to actually be 
painful in some areas. 

For over a minute, Ebony continued to spray and shower Barocca with 
cum. By the time she'd finished, it looked as though someone had dumped 
a gallon of white paint over Barocca's face and body. 

Finally, Ebony's orgasm spent itself, and the spray of cum slowed to a 
trickle. Ebony brought her tremendous cockhead to her lips, and 
greedily sucked and slurped the last remnants of her cum into her 
mouth. Ebony could easily engulf all of her cockhead in her own mouth. 
"That's the only part of my cum that I want to taste today," said 
Ebony. "Anything that landed on you is tainted today." 

Ebony let her cock relax and return to a more normal state, of about 
nine inches long, and a couple of inches thick. She stood towering over 
Barocca, with her hands on her hips, and glared at her. 

"All right girl, get up and take a bath or shower, and clean yourself 
off," said Ebony. "While you're doing that, I can find the door on my 
own. I don't know what the fuck happened to you, to make you act the 
way you've been lately. But I am sick and fucking tired of it." 
Barocca trembled and looked at Ebony, with fear in her eyes. 

"What I did just now, I did because you ran your mouth off, one time 
too many without thinking," said Ebony. "The next step is up to you. If 
you want to turn back into the old Barocca that first came here, and 
everybody liked, then we'll see about patching things up." 

"But if you insist on being some kind of power-hungry, control-freak, 
bitch-goddess," continued Ebony," then we're through, girl. And if you 
ever cross me, or piss me off again, I'll fuck you so hard, I'll make 
what happened to you tonight seem like a walk in the fucking park." 
Ebony turned and walked out of the bedroom, slamming the door behind 
her. She paused to stuff her bikini bottom into her handbag, and donned 
her skirt again. With her cock at a more or less normal size, she could 
get away with no underwear for the short walk to her own quarters. 


Chapter #3: Jordan's Instructions 

The morning after her sexual marathon with Clyda, Jordan awoke early in 
her quarters again. Jordan felt absolutely no ill effects from such a 
workout with Clyda's massive cock yesterday.
 
Jordan lolled about on the bed. She had dreamed vividly about her 
afternoon with Clyda. Her body still tingled when she remembered the 
multiple orgasms she had enjoyed from Clyda, and how sweet and 
delicious her cum had tasted. 

As Jordan became fully awake, she glanced about the room. As her gaze 
moved towards the door, Jordan noticed another envelope had been shoved 
underneath, and was lying on the carpet just inside the doorframe. 
"Another mystery message," thought Jordan. "That's one thing that's 
been consistent since I've been here. This makes one for each day that 
I've been here on the Island." 

Jordan opened the envelope and immediately recognized Tiffany's flowery 
handwriting. 

Jordan: Congratulations on another job well done! Clyda couldn't say 
enough good things about you, during her session with you yesterday 
afternoon. As you now must realize, you're two-thirds of the way home 
on your journey here on the Island. There is only one more test that 
you must pass before all your dreams will be realized. But I must warn 
you that this final test will be even more stressful and grueling than 
the first two tests combined. However, we're all confident that you'll 
make it past this final hurdle, just like you have the previous two. 
Please report to my quarters at 10AM this morning, for some more 
instructions. Tiffany 

Jordan showered and prepared herself, and dressed in a light red skirt 
with a pretty flower print, and chose a light pink bikini to go with 
it. Donning the skirt over her bikini panties, Jordan went to the 
kitchen for an early breakfast. 

To Jordan's surprise, several of the girls invited her to sit at their 
table with them. The girls were surprisingly friendly towards Jordan, 
and thankfully didn't grill her for intimate details of her sex 
sessions with Ebony and Clyda. It was mainly girl-talk, and most of 
them wanted to know details of some of the events in the outside world. 
After almost being a complete outcast for the first few days, Jordan 
welcomed the company and companionship. 

A few minutes before ten o'clock, Jordan politely excused herself, and 
reported to Tiffany's quarters. 

Jordan knocked politely on the door, and Tiffany answered a moment 
later. 

"Morning, Jordan," greeted Tiffany. "Come on in. How are things going?" 
Jordan noticed that Clyda and Dee Dee were also sitting on the sofa in 
Tiffany's quarters, and smiled as she greeted them. 

"This morning things are a lot better," said Jordan. "Not only do I 
feel absolutely sensational after an afternoon with Clyda, thanks to 
Dee Dee's wonder-pill, but some of the other girls are starting to open 
up and talk to me now." 

"That's great," replied Tiffany. "It just takes them a little while to 
get to know you, that's all. Plus you are a bit of a celebrity here. 
Just act natural, and don't brag or flaunt about what's happening to 
you, and you'll fit in fine here." 

"That's good to hear," said Jordan. "But how come everyone slips 
letters under my door when they want to talk to me? I noticed you've 
got telephones as well as computers here on the Island." 

"That's one of the things that we want to talk to you about this 
morning, Jordan," said Dee Dee. "A lot of things are starting to happen 
fast and furious around here since you arrived, and since we decided to 
give you special treatment." 

"We've basically got two groups, or two 'schools of thought' here on 
the Island," said Tiffany. There's our group, which is very liberal and 
friendly. We believe in treating everybody fairly. When girls perform 
well, we reward them whenever they merit it, and move them along 
regularly in the development of their cocks, and sexual advancement, so 
they can become members of the family here." 

"And then there's Barocca's sect," said Clyda. "None of us knows how or 
why she turned out the way she did, but Barocca's a fucking control 
freak. Myself, I think it's because she made one too many bondage 
videos before coming to the Island, but that's beside the point. She 
believes in absolute domination and control over the girls under her. 
She makes them work outrageously hard for any kind of sexual favors, 
and then she doles out the pleasure and the rewards with an eyedropper. 
It's beyond me why any of the girls here are loyal to her, but she's 
got a handful of followers." 

"Another thing that you didn't know about Barocca, Jordan," said 
Tiffany. "You pissed her off more than you could possibly imagine by 
trying to suck down more of her cum than she wanted you to, on your 
first day here. If you had been alone with her, she would've really 
told you off, and probably had it out with you right then and there. 
But since there were other girls that were brand new to the Island also 
in the room, she kept her cool somewhat. Barocca still wants to come 
across as cool and sexy to the new girls, in the hopes of having some 
of them side with her." 

"Ideally, we'd all like to be one big happy family, here on the 
Island," continued Tiffany. "But Barocca's been running her group the 
way she does for a long time. I'm afraid that since we've bent the 
rules, and given you special treatment, that Barocca is going to lobby, 
and demand that she be allowed to do the same for someone in her group. 
Or make some other type of demands or challenge to us." 

"We felt that you ought to know about what's happening here," said 
Clyda, "but that you only needed to know the basics. Leave the politics 
and the actual power plays to us. The less you know, the less you could 
accidentally blab, and have it find its way to Barocca. 'Loose lips 
sink ships' and all that sort of thing." 

"So in a nutshell, that's why we've been resorting to being so 
secretive with you Jordan, whenever we've needed to contact you," said 
Dee Dee. 
"Okay. That's enough 'cloak and dagger' stuff for one morning," said 
Tiffany. "Just follow our instructions, Jordan, and everything should 
turn out fine. As soon as we can tell you more, you'll certainly be the 
first to know." 

"The other reason we've called you here this morning, Jordan," said 
Tiffany, "is to brief you, and give you an idea of what to expect 
during the main event." 

"That's where I've got to satisfy all five of you at once, for however 
long you decide," said Jordan, with a trace of nervousness in her 
voice. 
"That's right," said Tiffany. "And I've been waiting for a shot at 
payback, after you took some liberties with me during the milking 
ritual." 

"And I haven't had a chance at that little pussy of yours yet, either," 
added Dee Dee. 

"Don't think it'll be a walk in the park with me either love," said 
Clyda. "You're going to have to really earn your wings here on the 
Island." 

All three of the amazons had positively wicked grins on their faces, as 
they looked at Jordan. To their surprise, Jordan returned their stares 
lustfully to each girl. 

"Well, why don't we get in a little 'extra practice' this morning, so I 
can show you what I can really do, and then you'll be certain that I'll 
pass?" asked Jordan. 

Tiffany took control of the situation. "As tempting as the offer is, 
Jordan, we're going to wait until the actual main event, before anyone 
has you again. Unfortunately, each one of us has duties that we have to 
perform on the Island, including you. We've made an announcement that 
the main event will be held this Sunday morning." 

"Do you think you can keep yourself under control for that long, love?" 
asked Clyda. 

"I guess I'll have to," said Jordan. "But I've gotta tell you, it's 
gonna be really hard to wait that long for me." 

"I'm glad to hear that you're excited about it Jordan," said Tiffany. 
"But I want to warn you and remind you that is going to be a very 
severe test for you. Not a joyride to be taken lightly. First of all, 
Ebony is going to be there. I'm sure you remember your afternoon with 
her? And with four other horse-hung shemales in the same room, you'd 
damn well better believe that Ebony is going to be excited as hell, and 
she's probably not going to be as easy on you as she was the first 
time." 
Jordan's thoughts drifted back to Ebony's monstrous cock, hammering in 
and out of her pussy and her ass like a black piledriver, and she 
winced involuntarily. 

"We also know from your video career before coming to the Island, that 
you did a few anal scenes; maybe even a double-penetration scene here 
and there that we don't know about," said Tiffany. "How about a double-
anal scene, Jordan?" 

Jordan could only stare at the other girls with an amazed expression on 
her face, as she imagined what Tiffany was describing. 

"Did you ever do a double-insertion in your pussy, love?" asked Clyda. 
Jordan sat still in her chair, as the impact of Clyda and Tiffany's 
words hit home to her. 

"Don't think for a fucking minute that just because you've only got 
three orifices, that you're only going to have to deal with three cocks 
inside you at any given time," warned Tiffany. "I guarantee that we'll 
stretch your cunt, ass and throat farther and deeper than they've ever 
been stretched before, and in ways that you've never thought were even 
humanly possible." 

"You'll also have to deal with myself, Tiffany and Barocca, girl," said 
Clyda. "I'll tell you in advance that we're all roughly the same size 
and shape downstairs. But I certainly want another crack at you. 
Tiffany's been lusting at the chance to get inside your pussy. And 
Barocca certainly wants to show you the business end of her cock, after 
the milking ritual." 

"And don't forget about me," said Dee Dee. "I'll be frank in that I'm 
not the most well-hung gal on the Island. But I do definitely make up 
for it in other ways. Like Tiffany said, we're not gonna have any sex 
right now, but I think you deserve a sneak preview of what to expect 
from me, once Sunday rolls around. You'll find that there's a reason I 
always wear loose fitting skirts, and never just bikini panties like 
some of the girls here." 

Dee Dee stood up from the sofa, walked in front of Jordan, and quickly 
removed her skirt. Dee Dee was now naked except for her sandals and her 
bikini top. 

Jordan gasped as she got a clear, unobstructed view of Dee Dee's cock. 
Dee Dee's cock hung down ten inches in its limp state, but that was not 
what shocked Jordan. Even limp, Dee Dee's cock was at least four inches 
in diameter. Underneath Dee Dee's prick, Jordan could see Dee Dee's 
balls. Dee Dee had nuts that even soft, were at least the size of 
softballs. They were easily as large as Ebony's or Clyda's balls had 
been when those girls were at their peak of arousal and intensity. 
Jordan sat there with her mouth open in amazement, as she gawked at Dee 
Dee's cock and balls. 

"Ordinarily, I have the new girls genuflect whenever they see my cock," 
giggled Dee Dee. "But in your case, I think I'll make an exception." 
Dee Dee picked up her skirt, and fastened it about her waist, and sat 
down on the sofa again. 

"Thanks for giving Jordan a final reality check, Dee Dee," said 
Tiffany. "Now I want you to realize, Jordan, that despite what you just 
saw and just heard, that you're among friends here. It's just vitally 
important that you understand the seriousness of the situation, and 
that if you listen up, and follow instructions from us, everything will 
work out in the long run." 

"Remember, Jordan," said Dee Dee, "we said we'd find a way for you to 
make it through a day with Ebony, and we did. I also told you that 
you'd enjoy an afternoon with Clyda, and that was true too. We're not 
going to send you to the main event with no preparation. On Saturday 
night, I'll have something for you, that will give you a fighting 
chance." 
Jordan looked somewhat relieved but still had a look of nervousness on 
her face. 

"We'll give you enough help so that you can accommodate all the 
cockmeat that's going to be shoved inside you, Jordan," said Tiffany. 
"But as I said earlier, you're going to be subjected to more cock, in 
more ways, for longer periods of time, than probably ever before in 
your life. In short, you're going to have to be ready to give the 
performance of your life on Sunday." 

"Well, I'll admit that you've certainly scared the shit out of me, this 
morning," said Jordan. "But I've also come too far, and endured too 
much, first with Ebony, and then with Clyda, to give up and turn back 
now. If you say I've got a chance, then it's a chance I'm going to 
take, and I'm going to make the most of it." 

"That's good to hear, Jordan," said Tiffany. "We may have other 
instructions for you before the main event, but for now, just relax as 
much as you can, and be ready on Sunday." 

"I do have one other question, and I hope that you won't think I'm too 
rude or too nosy for asking it," said Jordan. 

"What's that, Jordan?" asked Tiffany. 

"Well, I couldn't help but noticing how unique and different Dee Dee's 
cock is, compared to some of the others that I've seen," said Jordan. 
"I was wondering if Dee Dee could tell me a little more about it." 

"Okay, that's fair, enough. I don't see any harm there," said Dee Dee. 
"To begin with, I was one of the very first girls on the Island, and I 
developed the procedure for giving the girls cocks, and then helping 
them enlarge and develop them, when they had earned it." 

"I'll confess that I've always been a cum freak," said Dee Dee. "I mean 
I've really enjoyed seeing the girls here as they developed skyscrapers 
between their legs, and there was always an informal competition to see 
who had the most meat. I've the most incredible sex of my life here on 
the Island, and been surrounded by more cock and more cum than anyone 
knows what to do with. 

"But as I said, I'm a cum junkie. So I decided early on not to 
concentrate on trying to keep up with everyone in terms of sheer size 
and length, as far as my cock went. As you can tell, I produced a new 
kind of formula that I used on my own cock, that resulted in the 
incredible thickness of my shaft, and the massive balls that you got a 
look at. 

"My cock is also incredibly thick, as you can tell. And I was the one 
who developed the straps and rings you saw used in the milking ritual, 
so that our erections are harder, we shoot off more cum, and the 
feelings are more intense." 

"How big is your cock, compared to some of the other girls, Dee Dee?" 
asked Jordan. 

"Size-wise, I top out at about fifteen to sixteen inches," replied Dee 
Dee. "That's probably plenty bigger than anything you saw back in the 
outside world. But around here, it makes me the 'runt of the litter', 
among the senior amazons, so to speak. But I make up for it by being 
able to deliver some of the biggest cum shots on the Island." 

"Wow!" exclaimed Jordan. "What's the biggest load you've ever shot off 
Dee Dee?" 

"Well, the one that the girls talk about the most, happened a long time 
ago, when there weren't that many girls on the Island," said Dee Dee. 

"But it's captured on videotape, and Clyda and Tiffany were there 
running the cameras, to watch it. I've got the distinction of being the 
only amazon on the Island to ever gag Ebony, and make her say 'uncle'." 

"That's incredible," said Jordan. "How did it happen?" 

"Well at the time, there weren't that many of us here," said Dee Dee. 

"And we raised money by filming virtually all of our sex scenes, as 
well as doing custom videos and photo sets for special customers. I was 
doing a scene with Ebony, and Clyda and Tiffany were filming it. Ebony 
was being her typical self, dominating the majority of the scene, and 
she wouldn't let me cum for the longest time. When Ebony finally sucked 
me off, and brought me to a climax, I had built up a load in my balls 
like Niagara Falls. I shot off so hard, so fast and so long, that even 
Ebony eventually coughed and almost choked on it. She had me pull out, 
and I still completely plastered her face and hair with my load." 

"As I recall, that wound up being one of our best selling videos for 
the longest time," said Clyda, with a chuckle. 

"Ever since then, Ebony has always treated me with a lot of respect, 
almost as an equal," said Dee Dee. "We've each helped the other in 
terms of computer and security matters a great deal. It's one of those 
things that I don't bring up or brag about a lot for obvious reasons. 
When someone else does bring it up, I play it down, and say 'oh I got 
lucky that day', and don't make a big deal about it. I caught Ebony by 
surprise that one day, but I don't tempt fate by boasting about it." 

"All right, Jordan," said Tiffany with a laugh. "This concludes our 
'shemale history lesson' for today. I want you to report to the 
kitchen, and just go through your duties normally for the next few 
days, until Sunday. Dee Dee and I will see you Saturday night, and give 
you the final pep talk before everything happens the next day." 

"Above all," continued Tiffany, "none of what you've heard in this room 
should be told to anyone else. If anyone asks, all you know is that you 
have to perform in a marathon or gang-bang on Sunday, and that's it." 
"Hurry on off to the kitchen, love," said Clyda. "If we need to contact 
you for anything we'll either come see you in person at your quarters, 
or through the 'usual means'." 

"All righty," said Jordan. "I guess I'll see all of you together again 
on Sunday. Thanks for being open with me, and telling me more about 
things on the Island." 

Jordan got up, and headed out the door to the kitchen, to finish out 
her duties there. 

Tiffany, Clyda and Dee Dee sat down again in Tiffany's quarters. 
"Well, what do you think?" asked Tiffany. "Do you think we pulled it 
off?" 

"Well, your little speech certainly humbled Jordan, that's for sure, 
Tiffany," said Clyda. "And I thought her eyes were going to pop out 
when she saw your cock, Dee Dee." 

"For the time being, I think we've got her cowed enough to do as we 
say," said Dee Dee. "I'll come up with something that'll help Jordan 
pass the main event, but I'll try to make it like the first pill, so 
that it'll humble her while she does it. As long as Jordan doesn't 
figure out that we actually want her to pass the main event, and fixed 
things so she would, I think we'll be all right." 

"Dee Dee's right," said Tiffany. "If Jordan passes the main event, but 
still gets put through the wringer in the process, then we should be 
able to control her from there on." 


Chapter #4: Barocca's Recruiting 

Part #1: Barocca Gets Her Way 

The next few days were busy ones for Barocca. In addition to her 
regular duties on the Island, Barocca made the rounds of the Island. 
Barocca had a very precise list of things she needed to do, and others 
that she needed to ensure happened, in order for her plan to succeed. 
Barocca racked her brain, and recalled one girl she had met several 
years ago, who just might be game enough to see things her way, and 
want to come to the Island. If she could convince Jeanne to want to 
come here, Barocca would have what she thought would be her perfect 
partner to see all of her plans come to fruition. 

After the fiasco with Ebony the night before, Barocca decided that she 
couldn't trust Ebony completely, and it wouldn't hurt to have someone 
else in her inner circle. 

The first step was getting her telephone access increased. Barocca paid 
a visit to Debbie who was in charge of telecommunications on the 
Island. 
Barocca settled into one of the leather chairs on the other side of 
Debbie's desk in her office. 

Barocca grimaced involuntarily as she rested her bottom on the seat of 
the chair. Even though she had been an amazon for years, and had built 
up a 'toughness' or 'immunity' to having sex with the oversized cocks 
on the Island, Ebony had reamed Barocca until her ass was raw. There 
simply wasn't any defense against a creature like Ebony, when she blew 
a gasket, and Barocca had paid the price as she found that out the hard 
way. 

"C'mon, Debbie," said Barocca, as she continued her sales pitch. "It's 
not like you can't do this for me. I need to have phone access to the 
outside world, and I need a secure line." 

"Explain to me just why you need something so special, Barocca," said 
Debbie. 

"All right. But keep this under your hat, Debbie," said Barocca. "In a 
few weeks from now, both Tiffany and Clyda's birthdays fall, and 
they're only two days apart. I want to make some calls to the mainland, 
and the outside world, and have some special stuff sent here for the 
celebration. That way, we can hold one gala party for both of the girls 
at once." 

"But we've had birthday parties here before, and nothing ever this 
elaborate," said Debbie. 

"That's because Tiffany and Clyda are the two amazons who've done the 
most towards setting up our little Island paradise here," said Barocca. 

"Not to mention, that next month is going to be the five year 
anniversary of our little home here. I wanted to do something special 
to celebrate all three occasions. That's why I need the secure phone 
access, and why I've come to you directly, instead of through regular 
channels." 

"Okay, Barocca," said Debbie. "I can make the phone access happen for 
you; that's easy. And throwing a birthday bash for Tiffany and Clyda is 
really sweet of you too. But I want something out of this deal too." 

"All right, Debbie," said Barocca. "Just tell me what you want, and 
I'll see what I can do about it." 

"That's easy, Barocca," said Debbie, as a devilish grin spread across 
her face. "I want you." 

"Me?" gasped Barocca. "Debbie, I had no idea you felt this way." 

"C'mon, Barocca," replied Debbie. "I've liked girls more than guys ever 
since I can remember in the first place. Once I finally found my way to 
the Island, I noticed that all the girls are cute and busty here, but 
you stand out head and shoulders above the rest of the pack. And then I 
watched you one time while you were strapped in the milking device for 
a day. I haven't been here that long, so I know eventually that I'll 
have a dick of my own between my legs; but I've hardly been able to 
stop thinking about seeing you shoot off so many times that day." 

"Okay, Debbie. I'm really flattered that you feel that strongly about 
me," said Barocca. "Just what would like for me to do for you?" Barocca 
knew she had to be extremely careful at how she played up to Debbie and 
the other girls she needed to influence. She couldn't be too easy, and 
she couldn't be too stern and demanding, either. 

"It's like I said, I haven't been here that long on the Island," said 
Debbie. "So I don't have anywhere near the buildup or endurance that 
the other girls do, to be able to take you inside of me. But I do have 
a fantasy that you can fulfill for me, and really get me off." 

"And just what did you have in mind, Debbie dear?" asked Barocca. 
Barocca was careful to add some huskiness and sexual charm to her 
voice. The quicker she could get Debbie's desire to build, the easier 
it would be to play things out to a satisfactory conclusion. 

"First, I want you to fuck my tits," said Debbie. "I don't have the 
absolute biggest set of knockers, but I did pose a number of times for 
the big boob magazines, and the photographers always told me that they 
were bigger than a lot of other girls'." 

"Okay. One tittyfuck. You got it," said Barocca. "Anything else?" 

"Yes," said Debbie. "After you fuck my juggs, I want you to shoot off 
in my mouth. I love the taste of cum as much as anybody around here 
does. But I want you to do a really nice, slow, controlled jerk-off, so 
I can swallow every drop of your cum and really enjoy it. I've been 
here long enough to know that you and the other amazons have phenomenal 
control over your cocks. I know that you can make yourself cum like 
this, instead of shooting off like a fire hydrant. Right now, there's 
no way I can suck you off like that. Maybe later I'll be able to, but 
not now." 
The two girls stared at each other as they sat on opposite sides of 
Debbie's desk. 

"So what do you say, Barocca?" asked Debbie. "If you do what I want, 
I'll do what you want; and I can have that phone set up in your 
quarters this afternoon. It's almost lunchtime right now anyway, and I 
know that no one will be coming back here for at least an hour." 
Barocca leaned back in the chair, and took a deep breath. She brought 
her hands together in a contemplative pose. Barocca let a quizzical 
look form on her face, as she pursed her lips together, and mulled her 
options over. She needed the phone access, but it was very important 
not to jump too soon at Debbie's offer like an eager schoolgirl. 
Ordinarily a newcomer to the Island being so bold would merit severe 
disciplinary action, if not outright expulsion. But Barocca needed 
Debbie more than Debbie needed Barocca and both girls knew it. Barocca 
let her eyes wander about the room for a moment, and then slowly 
brought her gaze face to face with Debbie. 

Barocca let one of her dazzling smiles that had broken so many hearts, 
and been the inspiration for so many jerk-off sessions in the pages of 
men's magazines flow across her features. 

"I say lock your door, and close the window blinds, Debbie," replied 
Barocca. "If you want to get your first taste of real shemale cum, I'll 
be happy to oblige you." 

Barocca made a mental note to be sure that she dealt with Miss Debbie 
personally, later on down the road. But for now, on to the business at 
hand. 

Debbie got up and locked the office door, and quickly pulled down the 
window blinds. Barocca got up and turned away from Debbie, as she 
removed her bikini top, and her skirt. Barocca decided to give Debbie a 
little extra bonus, and she let the mental control over her cock relax, 
while it was still inside her bikini panties. Instantly, Barocca's cock 
expanded to almost ten inches long, and almost several inches thick. 
Her balls were now the size of two tomatoes. It looked like someone had 
stuffed several large sweat socks inside her panties. 

While Barocca removed her clothes, Debbie did the same. Being clad 
similarly to Barocca, Debbie was naked in no time. Debbie had a large 
set of full, natural knockers that were larger than Barocca's. But 
although Debbie had clean skin, her complexion was nowhere near as dark 
as Barocca's, and the contrast between the two girls was very 
pronounced. 

For a moment, the two girls stood surveying each other, this being the 
first time they had each seen other naked this close together. Barocca 
found herself attracted to Debbie's good looks, and large melons, but 
still resolved to discipline her at a later time and place. 

Debbie looked at Barocca's dark bronze figure with awe. Although she'd 
done it with girls before, none before were as stacked and as exotic 
looking as Barocca. And the massive bulge in Barocca's bikini panties 
had Debbie's mouth positively watering. 

"Don't be shy, girl," said Barocca, turning on the charm. "Come here 
and unwrap the 'surprise package' Barocca's got for you." Barocca 
indicated the two bow knots that held her panties together on the sides 
of her hips. 

Debbie quickly knelt at Barocca's feet, and easily undid the two knots. 
Barocca's panties fell away, leaving her cock fully exposed and 
dangling in the air in front of Debbie. 

"Go on girl, touch it," said Barocca. "I know you want to. Show me what 
you can do with it." 

Barocca released all control over her cock, willing herself to an 
erection as fast as possible. It wouldn't hurt Debbie to know that she 
wasn't responsible for the result. 

Between Debbie's fondling and stroking on her shaft with one hand, 
squeezing her nuts with the other, and sucking on her cockhead, 
Barocca's prick quickly swelled and grew to its full length before the 
astonished Debbie. Just over twenty inches of rock hard cock were 
thrusting out from Barocca's crotch like a missile. 

Barocca stepped back a pace, and let Debbie get a good look at just how 
huge her cock really was. 

"Well now, " said Barocca. "I think you've definitely gotten me ready 
for action, Debbie. Too bad you don't have any oil or lotion here. Then 
we could really enjoy what's going to happen next." 

"I'm way ahead of you, Barocca," said Debbie. "Just give me a second." 
Debbie reached into a drawer of her desk, and produced a bottle of baby 
oil. 

"Damn, this gal really did think of everything," Barocca thought to 
herself. "Oh well, that's one more thing she'll answer to me for, in 
time." 

"Well what are you waiting for, honey?" asked Barocca. 
Debbie got on her knees close to Barocca again. Barocca's cock was 
pointing straight out a ninety-degree angle. She poured a long stream 
of baby oil all along the shaft of her cock, starting just below the 
very tip of her cockhead, and moving all the way down to the base, near 
her pelvis. 

As the oil began to seep down the sides of Barocca's cock, Debbie 
quickly began stroking the shaft of Barocca's cock up and down, and 
back and forth with her hands. The feeling of Debbie's strong young 
hands as they rubbed over the veins and ridges of Barocca's cock turned 
Barocca on more and more. 

Debbie also began trying to suck on Barocca's fist-sized cockhead. But 
being so new to the Island, there wasn't any way that Debbie could get 
more than half of it inside her mouth. 

Barocca responded by reaching for the bottle of baby oil, and poured 
some liberally over Debbie's knockers. Debbie's tits were full, firm 
melons, and as Barocca massaged the oil onto and around her nipples, 
she could feel them stiffen and rise beneath her fingers. 

The stimulation on her breasts caused Debbie to grow more passionate, 
and somehow swallow even more of Barocca's cockhead than she thought 
was possible. 

The two girls pleasured each other in this manner for a few minutes, 
until Barocca pulled away. Barocca's cock looked like a tan-colored 
aluminum baseball bat, which had been dipped in oil. 

"Okay, girl," said Barocca. "Now you've got me good and hard, and 
slicker than a greased pig as well. Lay down on the carpet like a good 
little slut. I'm gonna fuck those over-sized melons of yours good now." 
Debbie eagerly assumed the position for Barocca. As Debbie pushed her 
boobs together and balanced them on her chest, it looked like she was 
trying to contain two flesh-colored bowling balls. 

"Holy shit, girl!" said Barocca as she got a good look at Debbie. "You 
got in line at least twice when they passed out the tits. But as you 
can see, I went back for seconds myself, when they handed out the cock 
meat." 

Barocca straddled Debbie's torso with one leg on either side of her. 
Barocca picked her cock up, and let it land loudly on Debbie's tummy 
with a loud slap, so that Debbie could truly feel the size and weight 
of her prick. 

"Wow! That tool of yours is fucking huge, Barocca," said Debbie. 

"Having second thoughts, are we?" teased Barocca. 

"No way!" squealed Debbie. "Go ahead and do it to me, Barocca. I can't 
take the suspense any longer." 

"All right then. Here we go, girl," said Barocca. 
Barocca reached over to the bottle of baby oil, and poured even more 
oil along her rock hard shaft. Barocca thrust her cockhead between the 
crevice formed at the bottom of Debbie's two massive breasts. Debbie's 
tits were so heavy, Barocca actually had to exert more strength and 
force than she would've thought necessary to get her cock between the 
twin mountains. 

Once her cockhead was buried, the rest of Barocca's cock slid in much 
easier. Barocca reveled in the feeling of having her cock sandwiched 
between so much titflesh. When a gal had such massive boobs as Debbie 
did, and knew how to use them, it was almost as nice as having her cock 
in a girl's pussy. Barocca enjoyed titty fucking because she could rear 
back and really thrust her cock in and out hard, and rarely have to 
worry about hurting her partner. 

Barocca decided to exercise just a little domination and discipline 
over Debbie in this position. Barocca began by letting her cockhead 
graze Debbie's chin and jaw on some of her forward thrusts. Not every 
time, and not very hard. But enough to make Debbie realize the size and 
power of the piece of meat between her tits. 

Barocca also took liberties with Debbie's huge, leathery nipples. 
Debbie's giant teats were almost four inches across, and the nipples 
themselves were as thick as her thumbs, and stuck out almost an inch. 
Debbie was holding her breasts on the sides, so they made a perfect 
handhold for Barocca as she fucked Debbie's tits. 

Barocca fucked Debbie's tits in this manner for almost twenty minutes. 
Barocca varied between short powerful strokes, and a series of quick, 
jackhammer like thrusts. Barocca and Debbie stared deeply into each 
other's eyes as they brought each other to greater heights of pleasure. 
Perhaps at a later date, they would become more intimate, and then more 
sexy chatter and talking dirty would occur between them during sex. For 
now the girls were each completely engrossed in their own lust for 
pleasure. 

Eventually, Barocca felt herself building up to the point of no return, 
and then past it. Ordinarily, Barocca would increase her stroking for 
the maximum feelings and intensity of her cum shot. But she had 
promised Debbie to do it differently this time, and Barocca needed the 
favor that Debbie could grant her. Barocca quickly pulled her cock out 
from between Debbie's knockers. Barocca gripped the shaft of her cock, 
and clamped down with hand and wrist, forcing the eruption building 
inside her balls to hold back for a few seconds. 

"All right girl!" said Barocca. "You wanted to taste my cum? Sit up and 
get ready, because here comes the mother load." 

Debbie quickly rose up to a sitting position, and opened her mouth as 
wide as she could. Barocca had seen other girls look forward to their 
first times on the Island before, but Debbie had a look of anticipation 
almost like she was expecting a religious experience. 

Barocca thrust her cockhead towards Debbie's mouth. To her surprise, 
Debbie engulfed her entire cockhead, and had her jaws firmly fastened 
on it. 

Barocca released her hand on her cock, and let several streams of hot 
jism flood into Debbie's mouth and down her throat. 

Debbie's eyes flew open in astonishment, as she realized the heat, the 
taste, and the force of Barocca's cum entering her mouth. Debbie first 
let out an inarticulate squeal that couldn't really be identified, as 
she absorbed Barocca's cum. This quickly changed into a deep, throaty 
moan of purest passion and enjoyment, as Debbie savored Barocca's jism. 
Barocca released more pressure on the shaft of her cock, and also 
increased her strokes, as she let more cum flow faster into Debbie. The 
girl couldn't take a complete full force cum shot yet, but it wouldn't 
be long. She was a natural cocksucker, Barocca realized. 
Barocca gave in to pleasure, and began moaning as the feelings overtook 
her, and started talking nasty and sexy to Debbie, as she gulped away. 

"Oh, yeah, girl!" purred Barocca. "Suck all my cum down, like a good 
little slut. You really do love the taste the taste of cum, don't you 
honey?" 

Debbie somehow managed to nod her head, and even suck a little harder 
on Barocca. 

"Well, you came to the right place if you like cum, honey," said 
Barocca. "We can feed you enough jism until you drown in it, and then 
some." 

For over a minute, Barocca continued to shoot off at a more or less 
controlled rate, into Debbie's greedy mouth. Barocca had to admit that 
Debbie had sucked down her cum at a better pace than she would've 
thought, treating her to a nicer orgasm. Debbie kept on sucking well 
after Barocca's last spurt, completely draining nearly every drop of 
jism from her shaft. 

Debbie had a glazed look in her eyes, as she finally came back to 
reality after being lost in the euphoria of sucking off Barocca. 

"Your cum is fucking incredible, Barocca!" said Debbie. "I've never 
tasted anything so sinfully delicious." 

"I've gotta admit, that was pretty damn good, Debbie," said Barocca. "I 
like a gal who knows what she likes and can finish what she starts." 
The two girls looked at each other somewhat awkwardly for a moment. At 
another time and place, Barocca would've definitely liked to continue 
the fun and games that had just ended. 

But for now, there other more pressing matters to attend to. 

"Well, as much as I enjoyed myself, Debbie," said Barocca, "I've got 
things to do this afternoon. I trust that you'll take care of your end 
of the bargain?" 

"You got it, Barocca," replied Debbie eagerly. "I'll have the phone set 
up and in your quarters before you know it. You'll be able to use it 
right away." 

"Good girl," said Barocca. "We'll have to do this again sometime. But 
after we've got you started on the 'development plan' here on the 
Island. Then I'll show you how to really fuck and suck." 

"I can hardly wait, Barocca," said Debbie. 

Barocca recognized the heartfelt devotion, and true addiction of an 
utter sex slave in Debbie's voice and actions. With a little effort, 
Barocca knew she could easily have another die hard in her small 
entourage of sex concubines in Debbie. 
Barocca stood up, and picked up her clothes. 

"I've got a restroom in the back where you can tidy up if you want, 
Barocca," said Debbie. 

"You really do think of everything, girl," said Barocca as she smiled 
at Debbie. 

After she entered the small restroom, which also doubled as a bath and 
shower, Barocca wiped herself down with a towel, and applied some 
perfume and deodorant. She also ran a comb through her hair. Then she 
donned her bikini panties, and then her top. Barocca fitted and nudged 
her breasts until they were displayed full and luscious in the cups, 
and nestled together nicely, showing a lot of cleavage. After putting 
on her skirt again, Barocca looked almost as she had when she had first 
entered Debbie's office. 

Barocca smiled and waved good-bye to Debbie as she left the office. 

Debbie quickly jumped into the shower in the back half of the restroom. 
Debbie had more sweat and oil on her skin, as well as getting her skin 
and hair tussled from lying on her back on the carpet, so she needed to 
freshen up more than Barocca had. 

Afterwards, Debbie donned a pair of short pants and a T-shirt, instead 
of the traditional skirt, bikini and sandals look that was predominant 
on the Island. Hooking up Barocca's phone also meant a little work at 
the patch panel in the network room. There were times when a bikini top 
simply just wasn't the most practical thing to wear. Everyone on the 
Island knew that there were a certain number of maintenance tasks that 
had to get done, so it wasn't totally unusual to see a girl dressed 
differently from the others. 

As Debbie headed out of her stockroom with a phone in one hand, and her 
toolkit in the other, she passed a number of girls in the hallways, and 
she nodded or exchanged brief greetings with them. 

Debbie rounded one corner, and met Clyda coming in the other direction. 
As they passed, Clyda waved in greeting. 

"Hi Debbie," said Clyda. "What's up?" 

"Oh, nothing much," replied Debbie. "One of the girl's phones in the 
East sector went out, so I'm taking over a replacement." 

"Okay. See you later," said Clyda. The phones were usually pretty 
reliable here on the Island. But things were bound to break down every 
once in a while. 

Clyda certainly didn't have the time or inclination to follow every 
girl everywhere she went on the Island. But as Clyda reached the end of 
the hallway and turned towards the right, she could see Debbie as she 
reached the opposite end of the corridor. 

Out of the corner of her eye, Clyda saw Debbie make a left turn towards 
the West sector, instead of a right turn, towards the East sector. 

"That's funny. Debbie's going the wrong way," thought Clyda. "Only 
Ebony, Barocca and a few other girls live in the West sector. Oh well, 
I'm sure she probably knows her job better than I do." 


Chapter #4: Barocca's Recruiting 

Part #2: Barocca Finds A Friend 

Later that evening in her quarters, Barocca plopped down onto her bed 
in disgust. It wasn't until now that Barocca realized what a daunting 
task she had ahead of her, in trying to contact her friend Jeanne, and 
recruit her. Even though Barocca now had a phone with secure access to 
the outside world, the type of information she needed wasn't exactly 
easy to come by. 

Barocca hadn't kept that much of a personal phone or address book even 
before she came to the Island. What little that she had with her now 
were all hopelessly out of date. 

She had thought about calling some of the magazines she had posed for 
over the years, in the hopes of perhaps reaching an editor or staff 
person who might remember her. But of the dozens of titles she'd posed 
for, only a smattering of them even bothered to list themselves in any 
type of phone directory. And those only listed an 800 number for 
subscriptions or advertising. Certainly not intimate details about the 
models posing in them, or the staff that worked for them. The couple of 
times she'd actually spoken with someone, and not a recording, she had 
no way of convincing them that she was who she said she was. It had 
been at least several years since her last pictorial. That was a 
lifetime in the adult magazine business. 

Local phone directories that were available through the Internet 
searches weren't much help either. Barocca had only known the girls she 
worked with by their performing names, or maybe by just a real first 
name only. Names like 'Seka' or 'Little Oral Annie' certainly weren't 
going to be in the directory listings. "I know mine wouldn't be," 
Barocca thought to herself. 

On top of that, Barocca could only assume that Jeanne was still living 
somewhere in the Los Angeles or Southern California area. That was 
where she had last known that Jeanne was living. Even if she was still 
there, that only narrowed things down to finding one person in well 
over ten million people. 

Barocca even tried sorting through the endless mountain of porn on the 
Internet, hoping that she might find a website or a fan club devoted to 
Jeanne. 

"Shit!" thought Barocca. "It seems like every other girl who ever 
worked in porn has photos posted of her here. Including half of the 
girls that are on the Island now. And most of them have some type of 
fan club or tribute page that somebody's put up." 

Frustrated at the lack of progress she'd made that night, Barocca gave 
in for the night, and went to bed. Thinking and reminiscing about all 
of her modeling and video work in the past caused Barocca to dream. 
Barocca's dreams that night were a disjointed mix of her modeling and 
video days, and were punctuated by visions of being either molested 
and/or annoyed by Ebony and Jordan, both of whom had overgrown pricks, 
even by the Island's standards. As a result, Barocca was cranky and 
irritable when she awoke the next morning. 

The troublesome dreams of Ebony and Jordan did serve a purpose to 
Barocca. It caused her to recall a series of videos she'd made for a 
company in Southern California, which were almost all catfight or 
wrestling style videos. Barocca hadn't particularly enjoyed making 
them, but they did pay well, and they had been a reliable source of 
income, without the fear of bouncing paychecks. Something she couldn't 
say about every company she'd worked for. 

The more Barocca recalled working for that company, the more details 
she remembered. During dead time between filming sessions, she'd 
flipped through some of the company fliers and catalogs that were in 
the company's office. Barocca had seen girls in all stages of their 
careers that had worked for the company. Veterans like herself; new 
starlets who were just starting out; and older girls on the downside of 
their careers, trying to hang on for a just a little longer. Then it 
hit Barocca: she had seen Jeanne's name on one of the older catalogs! 
She was positive about it. She knew Jeanne's face and features well 
enough, that she couldn't be mistaken. And the company had used 
Jeanne's most common name in the business, to capitalize on her appeal. 

Now if only she could remember the name of that fucking company! Then 
it hit Barocca. She hadn't bothered to keep any sort of accurate count 
or history of Jeanne's or anybody else's video and magazine 
appearances. But other people had. 

Barocca hopped in front of her computer again, and brought up her 
Internet browser. She did a search for a site she had seen a link to 
the other day, but hadn't bothered going to, because she didn't think 
there would be any point to it. After a few moments of scanning the 
search results, Barocca found the site she was looking for: The Adult 
Internet Film Database. 

Barocca clicked on the link, and held her breath. After searching for 
smut on the Internet, Barocca had become leery of the hype and promise. 
Too many sites and links were broken, or turned out to be nothing like 
what they were advertised as. 

A moment later, Barocca breathed a sigh of relief as the graphics for 
the site began to load. "Okay. I've got one foot in the door. Now what 
do I do?" thought Barocca. 

Fortunately, the site was user friendly, and easy to use, with a 
minimum of menu choices and cluttering advertising banners. "It says: 
type in the name of a performer, and click 'go'. Seems simple enough." 
Barocca typed in the word 'Jeanne', and clicked her mouse on the icon. 
About fifteen seconds passed, as the application did its work. To 
Barocca's surprise, over a dozen results were displayed. Girls with the 
same first name, and different last names, as well as girls with 
variations on the spelling of the first name. Fortunately, they were 
sorted alphabetically according to the first name, and then by the last 
name, so it made it fairly easy to scroll down and find the entry she 
thought she wanted. 

Barocca highlighted Jeanne's name, and clicked 'go' again. The 
hourglass appeared for the next ten seconds as it processed. In 
seconds, the screen was filled with dozens of lines of neatly arranged 
text that filled the window, and scrolled on past the bottom. They were 
sorted alphabetically by the film title, a date when available, and 
sometimes some comments. There was only one problem. 

"Page one of five!" Barocca exclaimed to herself as she looked at the 
bottom of the scroll bar. "Damn! I know Jeanne told me she'd been in 
the business for a few years when I met her. But I had no fucking idea 
she'd made this many videos. I'll never sort through all of these!" 
Barocca moved over to her bed and sprawled out on her back, and let her 
thoughts come to her. "All right. I've found a decent source of 
information here. I've just gotta figure out the right way to use it, 
is all. There's no way I know enough about Jeanne's career to know 
which videos are which on this site." 

Barocca relaxed and meditated, and thought some more about the puzzle 
that was presented to her. Suddenly it hit her. "I've got it! I know a 
hell of a lot more about my own video career, than about somebody 
else's. If I can manage to find a list of my own titles, I know I can 
figure out which ones were the wrestling ones." 

Barocca went back to the PC, and went back to the main menu of the 
site. In the model name field, she typed in her own name, and held her 
breath, and clicked 'go'. To her relief, hers was the only name that 
displayed in the results field; not over a dozen, as with Jeanne's 
name. 

"I knew there was a reason I chose a unique name for this business," 
Barocca chuckled to herself. "And they even spelled it right. Now to 
see if whoever designed this site, and did the research really did 
their homework on me," thought Barocca. She highlighted her own name, 
and clicked 'go' again. 

The search results were much quicker this time. "Well, that figures," 
thought Barocca. "I wasn't a wallflower, but I didn't jump at the 
opportunity to make a video every time somebody called me either." 
The display indicated Barocca had made just over sixty videos. "That 
can't be right. I know it can't more than about two-thirds that amount. 
I mean I should know; I was there." Then Barocca inspected the actual 
titles. Although she was no marketing expert, she soon caught on to the 
concept of some of the titles. "Some of these must be collection or 
rerun tapes from their titles. And who knows how many times some of my 
scenes were used multiple times for these things." 

Then Barocca settled down, and began slowly reading and digesting the 
information before her. "Ah, here we go! Some of these have got to be 
the ones that I made for that company. 'Black Battling Bitches'. 
'Catfighting Cunts'. With names like these, it's a wonder that they 
sold any of them at all. Let's see now. These were made five years ago. 
That sounds about right. I hadn't come to the Island then." At that 
point, the information stopped. "Hey! Where's the name of the fucking 
company that made any of these things?" 

To her relief, Barocca realized that she only had to click the 
scrollbar on the bottom right of the screen, to display the final few 
fields of information. "Here it is: Napali Video. I knew that name was 
just on the tip of my tongue! That's what I remember them calling 
themselves when I worked for them. Now for the next trick: to see if 
these guys are still in business after this many years." 

Barocca then did a search for 'Napali Video' and found a short list of 
results. Some were for other companies selling their videos. Others 
were some reviews of various titles. One of the first links was for the 
actual company website itself. "Now we're getting somewhere," thought 
Barocca. 

As she scanned the various menus, Barocca was intrigued to find out 
that the company was still in business. They were taking orders for 
videos that would ship in a month or so, as well as a huge list of 
recent and older titles for sale. "Great! Now all I've gotta do is get 
in touch with them." 

That proved to be more difficult than Barocca thought. The company took 
orders via snail mail, but their address was a Post Office box in Los 
Angeles. They had a phone number, but it was only a recording on an 800 
line, where you could order videos with a credit card. 

"Shit! So close, and yet still so far," muttered Barocca. Then her eyes 
happened to notice a link at the bottom of the page. "E-mail us with 
questions about special orders and custom videos," Barocca read aloud. 
"That's right! I remember making one video where he wanted me and 
another girl to act as if we were talking to some guy, while we did it. 
I've got no idea if the same guy who ran the business is still running 
it now, but this is a way to get in touch with somebody there. But what 
am I gonna say to these people?" 

Barocca went to lunch, and mulled the problem over in her head. By the 
time she returned, she had formulated a plan of action. When she was 
seated at her computer again, Barocca wrote an e-mail to the company. 
"Hi! My name's Barocca, and I worked for you as a model, a number of 
years ago. (She listed several titles, and included details about the 
actual locations of the video shootings, as well as some of the off 
camera events that stood out in her mind. Something that only someone 
who was there when the videos themselves were made could know.) I'm 
still in the modeling business, although I haven't been quite as active 
as I once was. (She'd have to come up with some way to explain her 
absence. That could get sticky, but she'd cross that bridge when she 
came to it.) I really enjoyed working with you before, and was 
wondering if you had any opportunities or openings to do so again. If 
you think you still would be able to use me, please e-mail me back, and 
leave me a telephone number so I can talk to you about it in more 
detail. Thanks! Love, Barocca." 

The next day, Barocca signed on to her computer at the end of the day, 
and found an e-mail waiting for her in her in-box. It was actually from 
someone at Napali Video after all! 

Barocca clicked on the message, and read the body of the text. It was 
indeed from the fellow who ran the company. He remembered Barocca from 
several years ago, and some of the personal details she had supplied, 
had convinced him to contact her. He was eager to talk about possible 
future projects with her, and even supplied his telephone number. 
"It's about fucking time," thought Barocca. "Finally, someone who 
believes I'm who I say I am, and is actually willing to talk to me." 
Barocca dialed the number, and was soon talking with him across the 
country in Southern California. Long before she had started in the 
modeling and video business, Barocca had made herself talk in a very 
cultured, almost exotic sounding voice, as a matter of habit. It had 
served her well in her video career, and most people instantly 
recognized her when she spoke to them, including the fellow at Napali 
Video now. 

Barocca engaged in a lengthy conversation with the fellow. To make a 
long story short, Barocca was welcome with open arms, to come back to 
the business whenever she wanted to. However, when she had tried to 
drop a hint and pry any information out of him on Jeanne and other 
girls' whereabouts, she found that he didn't know a lot more than most 
people. As Barocca was getting ready to end the conversation, he did 
give her one more glimmer of hope. 

"It's funny that you should mention Jeanne, Barocca," he said. "That's 
twice in one week her name's come up. One of the fellows who does my 
still photography for me said that he'd done a photo shoot with Jeanne 
just last week. He was surprised that she was still in the business 
too. He thought she'd packed her bags and left a long time ago." 
Barocca's eyes lit up on the other end of the line. It was a good thing 
he couldn't see how she was squirming on her seat like a nervous 
schoolgirl. 

"Hey, that's great!" said Barocca. "Do you think you could give me his 
name and number please?" Barocca wrote it down carefully, asking him to 
repeat it twice. She thanked him, and promised him, he'd be the first 
one she called whenever she was in town looking for work again. 
As she read the name and address in front of her, Barocca recognized 
the photographer's name. She'd worked with him a number of times. She 
couldn't hope to remember which layouts she posed in for him, but the 
name was definitely familiar. 

Barocca dialed the new number in front of her. After a couple of rings, 
a man's voice answered. Barocca introduced herself to him, hoping that 
her voice would trigger a reaction in him as well. 

"Barocca? Hell yes, I remember you!" he exclaimed into the phone. In 
the background, Barocca could hear a woman's voice angrily asking him 
what the fuck was going on. 

"Oh shit," Barocca blushed. "I hope I didn't get you into trouble with 
your wife." 

"Don't give it a second thought," he replied. "I'm changing film during 
a photo shoot here, and one of the prima donnas here has nose out of 
joint. Let me call you back in an hour when I wrap things up here, and 
we'll talk more." 

Good to his word, the phone rang at Barocca's end, a little over an 
hour later. 

"So where've you been keeping yourself, Barocca?" he asked. "I haven't 
heard from you in years." 

Barocca made up a story about thinking she'd found 'Mr. Right' and had 
settled down for a while. Only now things had changed, and she was 
thinking seriously about getting back into the business again. And that 
she was also trying to contact a few old friends. She told him how the 
fellow at Napali Video had tipped her off about him photographing 
Jeanne recently. 

"Well now. I think that we can work something out here," he replied. 
"But it's gonna cost you. I know you've been taking care of yourself, 
if you're thinking about getting back into this business. Give me an 
exclusive so I can do your first photo shoot on your return to the 
world." 

"Oh I could give you an exclusive, all right," thought Barocca. 

"Pictures and videos that nobody would believe were real in fact. Me 
and dozens of other girls." Barocca knew that a limited amount of what 
they produced on the Island was big boob and girl-girl stuff that could 
be marketed almost anywhere, without getting into the shemale angle. 
There were plenty of photo sets and videos that were only sold to 
private collectors. 

"How about this idea?" proposed Barocca. "Not only can I get you some 
exclusive photos of myself. I can also get my hands on plenty of 
material of Ebony also. Guaranteed that none of these have been 
published anywhere before. I'll e-mail you some ZIP files of them, to 
give you a sample of them. Then you give me a way to get in touch with 
Jeanne. Once I actually contact Jeanne, and know you're on the level, 
I'll Fed-Ex out the original prints and negatives to you." 

Barocca knew that he could make a lucrative fee just selling the copies 
of the prints to his own special clients, as well as on the Internet. 
With the negatives, he'd make a major profit selling them to the 
magazines. All for enough information that wouldn't even fill up an 
index card. 

"You got a deal girlfriend!" he exclaimed. "You send me some of the 
samples tonight, and I'll have the nitty gritty on Jeanne back to you 
before you're in bed tonight." 

"Sounds great," replied Barocca. "Look for something in your in-box 
from me in a little while." 

Barocca sent him several ZIP files with over sixty explicit, topless 
shots of herself and Ebony. Nothing that showed what they were like 
between the legs nowadays, but still nice stuff. 

"If he truly comes through with the info on Jeanne, I may actually send 
out the other stuff," thought Barocca. 

Good to his word, less than half an hour after she had sent the ZIP's, 
Barocca received an e-mail in response. Filled with anticipation, 
Barocca opened the document. It was short and to the point. A name, 
address, and telephone number; even Jeanne's e-mail address. 

"If nothing else, he's certainly thorough," thought Jeanne. "This had 
better be the real thing on Jeanne, or I'm gonna be pissed." 
Barocca looked at the information before her, and then at the clock. It 
was only about seven o'clock in the evening in California. Now was as 
good a time as any to take the final step. 

Barocca took a deep breath, and forced herself to remain calm. If this 
actually turned out to be Jeanne's real telephone number, and Barocca 
could contact her, the real job had only just begun. She would still 
have to find a way to convince Jeanne to come to the Island, and hope 
she would want to become a shemale, like herself and the other girls. 
The phone number that the photographer listed had an 818 area code. 
"That means Jeanne's still living somewhere in LA or one of the suburbs 
down there," thought Barocca. 

One encouraging sign was that two people on the phone had mentioned 
that Jeanne was still working in the business, as recently as a week 
ago. 
That meant that Jeanne had to be taking decent care of herself, to 
still look good enough to be photographed for magazines. 

Barocca hoped that Jeanne hadn't fallen into the tragic cycle of doing 
the modeling work, and then throwing all her money into booze or drugs, 
as a number of other girls had done towards the end of their careers. 
Barocca would have to do her best job of salesmanship in getting Jeanne 
to see things her way, and eventually come to the Island. 

"Well, there's only one way to find out," Barocca thought to herself, 
as she punched Jeanne's number into the telephone. 
After several rings, a woman's voice answered the phone. 

"Hi, is this Jeanne?" asked Barocca. 

"Yes, this is Jeanne," she replied. "Who's this?" 

"Hey, this is a voice from your past," said Barocca. "Does the name 
'Barocca' ring any bells to you?" Barocca was counting again on her 
unique voice striking a chord with Jeanne. 

There were a few seconds of awkward silence, and then a light seemed to 
flash in Jeanne's head at her end of the line. "Oh, yeah! I remember 
you now. We both worked for a little while for that one company who 
made all the wrestling and catfight videos. What the heck was their 
name again?" 

"You mean Napali Video," said Barocca. "The guy who runs it put me in 
touch with the photographer who works for him, and he gave me your 
number." 

"Yeah, that's right," said Jeanne. "We were never in the same films, 
but we bumped into each other in the office and on the way to locations 
a few times. I remember you now. How've you been, girl?" 

"Well, I stayed in the business myself for a couple more years after 
that," said Barocca. "Then I kind of dropped out of it. I found other 
things I wanted to do." 

"Well, like you heard, I'm still doing the nasty for the films and 
magazines myself," said Jeanne. "I guess I've been in it so long now, 
that it's in my blood," she chuckled. 

Barocca breathed a small sigh of relief at her end of the line. If 
Jeanne was still going strong after this many years in the business, 
there was a good chance that just might be able to persuade her to see 
things her way, and convince her to come to the Island. 

"So what's up, Barocca?" asked Jeanne. "Is this just a social call, or 
did you have something else you wanted to talk about?" 

"All right, I'll cut to the chase," admitted Barocca. "Please bear with 
me, if I'm a little long-winded here, but I'll try to make things 
brief. I remember a series of videos you made back in the 80's called 
'Bi and Beyond'." 

"Oh yeah, those things," said Jeanne. "You wouldn't believe some of the 
letters I got, after those came out. I had no idea that that people 
would actually like those, and want more." 

So far, Jeanne didn't sound like she felt fed up or disgusted when 
talking about those older videos. 

"Well, I wasn't one of the ones who wrote you any fan letters," said 
Barocca. "But a friend of mine showed them to me a few years later. I 
hope you won't think that this is really weird or kinky Jeanne, but I 
thought you were incredibly sexy in those." 

"Why thanks, Barocca," said Jeanne. "But I mean, everybody knows those 
were all faked scenes. They glued a dildo to me, and painted it to 
match my skin. That's all they did." 

"That's true," said Barocca. "But you looked like you really got into 
your scenes, anyway. And that really got me off watching you." 

"Yeah, it was kind of nice 'being in charge' in a scene like that for a 
change," laughed Jeanne. "I had a lot of fun making those. It's too bad 
they don't have a way so you could do that in real life." 

Barocca couldn't believe her ears. Hearing Jeanne admit that she liked 
her shemale strap-on scenes was too good to be true. She had to proceed 
very cautiously now, but it was apparent that Jeanne might just be 
interested in what she had to say next. 

"Well, you may think this will sound really odd," said Barocca, "but I 
think I know a way that you could actually do that in real life." 

"Get out of here!" laughed Jeanne. "I'm no scientist, but I know the 
body just doesn't work that way, girl." 

"That's what most people, think," said Barocca. "Like I said, I know a 
place that could actually make that happen, if you think you want to 
give it a chance." 

"I think you must've been standing too close to those photographer's 
flash bulbs when they went off," said Jeanne with a laugh. "You'd still 
have to find a way to convince me that something like this was even 
possible in the first place." 

"Then let me show you some proof, Jeanne," said Barocca. "The one 
photographer gave me your e-mail address. So you've got a computer, 
right? Let me send you some ZIP files of photos of girls where I'm at 
that have gotten the 'treatment'. Take a look at those, and then I'll 
call you back tomorrow night." 

"Okay, Barocca. I'll give you a chance to show me what you've got," 
said Jeanne. "Send me some of your best stuff, and if I'm convinced, 
I'll talk more to you tomorrow." 

Barocca put together an assortment of photos of girls who were about 
halfway along in their cock development on the Island. Most of these 
featured girls whose cocks were anywhere from ten to fourteen inches 
long. She hoped that these would be enough to convince Jeanne to take 
her seriously. 

Barocca avoided sending Jeanne anything on herself, or Ebony, or any of 
the senior amazons. Better to see if she could convince Jeanne with the 
more moderate and somewhat realistic material first. If she could sell 
Jeanne on that, she'd have her just where she wanted her, once she got 
a good look at herself or Ebony. 

The next night at a little past ten o'clock, Barocca dialed Jeanne's 
phone number in her quarters again. Jeanne promptly answered on the 
other end. 

"Well, what did you think?" asked Barocca anxiously. 

"Either one of two things has happened," said Jeanne. "First, either 
you've become some type of animator or graphic artist with way too much 
fucking time on her hands. The other thing is that you just might 
actually be telling the truth." 

"I stared at some of those pictures until my eyes hurt," continued 
Jeanne. "And if they're fakes, they're better than anything I've seen 
anyone post on the Internet, or printed in the 'TV' magazines. But you 
sent me so many of these, part of me is almost ready to believe you. So 
give with all the dirt girlfriend, and don't spare any of the juicy 
details." 

"All right, Jeanne," said Barocca. "Get comfy, because this is gonna 
take a while. Here's what really happened to me in the few years since 
we last bumped into each other at the video company." 

Over the course of the next few nights, Barocca told Jeanne all the 
intricate details of the Island. The only things she left out were the 
phenomenal sizes that the cocks of the senior amazons could reach, and 
the milking ritual. She didn't want to lay things on too thick, too 
soon to Jeanne. Barocca dropped minor hints on how she felt about 
Jordan, and the way that things were on the Island. By the time she was 
finished Jeanne knew more about things on the Island than a lot of the 
just recently arrived girls. 

At the end of the third night of marathon phone conversations, Barocca 
summed up her sales pitch to Jeanne. "So that's how it'll work, Jeanne. 
You get an all expenses paid trip to the beautiful Caribbean. And if 
you like what you see, you can join the family, and become one of the 
girls here. What do you think?" 

"Well, even if everything you've told me turns out to be bogus," said 
Jeanne, "I could still sure use a vacation, and I've never been to the 
Caribbean before. And if these girls are all that they're cracked up to 
be, and I can become one of them too, then I may just not want to 
leave." 

"All right! That's the spirit, girl," said Barocca. "Just come here, 
and check things out, and then make a decision. That's all I ask." 

"So how am I gonna get there, anyway?" asked Jeanne. "I'm not exactly 
rolling in dough right now." 

"Just let me take care of that," said Barocca. "In a couple of days 
I'll have a plane reservation in your name for a flight out of LA 
Airport. Once I get it all squared away, I'll call you with the final 
details. Just have your bags packed, and be ready to leave in a few 
days." 

Barocca had a plan formulated on how she thought she could get Jeanne 
to the Island, without raising too much suspicion. It would mean having 
to play up her acting skills to some of the newer girls, but Barocca 
thought she could pull it off. 

Barocca headed down to the room which loosely served at the 'personnel 
office' on the Island. Here, newer girls sorted through the 
applications that came in via e-mail and snail mail. The girls' job 
here was to take all the information that was presented by the 
applicants, and enter it into the database, and also scan any photos 
which they sent to the Island, and arrange it into a template that 
could be pulled up and reviewed by the senior amazons in the screening 
process. 

Barocca was one of the senior amazons, and it was part of her job to 
review applications. They were rotated among a number of the amazons, 
and if at least five girls thought that the applicant was deserving, 
then they tried to make contact with her, and had one of the girls set 
up a plane reservation to get them to the Bahamas. 

From there, the lucky girls were brought to the Island by a private 
cruiser who did work for the amazons with no questions asked, as long 
as the money was good, and some of the girls gave the captain and his 
crew a little 'special treatment' every once in a while. 

Barocca strolled into the office, and met Tami, a little blonde girl 
who was adorably cute, working away at the computer, entering data. 

"Oh, hello Barocca," said Tami. "What can I do for you?" 

"I'm here to pick up the latest batch of applications you've finished, 
so I can go through and review them," replied Barocca. 

"That's odd," said Tami. "Tiffany told me this morning that Clyda would 
be by to pick them up this afternoon." 

"Clyda wasn't feeling well, so Tiffany asked me to step in and pinch 
hit for her today," said Barocca. Barocca was counting on Tami being 
new enough, and on herself being glib enough too pull this off without 
arousing Tami's suspicions. 

"I'm sorry to hear that about Clyda," replied Tami. "Well, here's what 
I've got so far for you." Tami reached over and handed Barocca a stack 
of about a dozen manila envelopes. 

"Thanks Tami," said Barocca. "The other girls have said some good 
things about you. Keep up the good work here." 
Barocca headed down the hallways to her quarters. "So far, so good," 
she thought. 

A few moments later, as Tami was continuing to enter information into 
the database, Clyda entered the room, and greeted her. 

"Hello love," said Clyda. "Tiffany said that you'd have a stack of 
applications for me. We're always on the lookout for new talent here, 
you know." 

"That's funny," said Tami, with a surprised look on her face. "Barocca 
was in here a few minutes ago. She said that you weren't feeling well, 
and that Tiffany had asked her to fill in for you." 

"Nonsense. I feel fine today," said Clyda. 

"Oh geez," said Tami. "I hope that I didn't do anything wrong, Clyda." 

"Don't worry about it, Tami," said Clyda. "Barocca is part of our 
little committee that reviews and screens the applicants we get here. 
But she's been here long enough to know that we do things in a certain 
order around here. I don't know why she came here and fibbed to you. 
I'll catch up with Barocca and have a little chat with her. You just 
keep up the good work, Tami." 

Barocca settled down in front of her computer again in her quarters. 
Barocca took a blank application and filled it in with Jeanne's 
information, in her own handwriting. Barocca had seen enough of these 
to know the types of things that the other girls liked to see, so she 
quickly had a very thorough, convincing form completed in front of her. 
Next, Barocca took several of the applications that had been submitted 
by other girls, as well as Jeanne's, and scanned them all into her 
computer. 

From the real applications, Jeanne used some desktop publishing 
software to cut and paste the signatures and initials of the other 
amazons who had reviewed and approved them, and then placed these onto 
Jeanne's application. 

Barocca saved the document, and then clicked on the icon for a 
printout. She made sure she remembered to use the proper type of form 
that was always used on the Island. 

In moments, Barocca was holding a completed application that had been 
filled out and initialed by all of the necessary amazons on the Island. 
"Perfect," said Barocca to herself. "Not even Dee Dee could tell the 
difference on this." 

Then Barocca went to another office, and placed Jeanne's with some 
other applications from girls who had made the grade. Barocca also 
returned the additional applications she had taken from Tami. The girls 
from the 'completed' and 'approved' pile would all be contacted, and a 
plane reservation set up for them. 

Dee Dee and Tiffany had set up an assumed name for a bogus corporation 
that operated in the vicinity of where they were located. It had a bank 
account at one of the local offices on a nearby island. They ran a 
legitimate mail order business for mail order videos and magazines, 
even if they were of an adult nature. When they wanted something that 
had to be paid for, they made a few phone calls to the necessary 
people, and then arranged for electronic funds transfers for payment. 

One of the girls would contact Jeanne. Jeanne would of course respond 
enthusiastically that she'd be delighted to come to the Island. And 
then once Jeanne was actually here, Barocca would take her under her 
wing, and work her magic on her. 

"And then," thought Barocca, "we'll really see some changes around 
here." 


Chapter #5: Clyda's Suspicions 

Later that evening, Clyda went to Dee Dee's quarters. 

"I don't know about you," said Clyda, "but I've noticed some things 
going on around here that just don't seem to add up." 

"I've spotted some things that aren't exactly kosher either," said Dee 
Dee. "What have you noticed?" 

"Well, for openers, Barocca seems to have developed a 'Jekyll & Hyde' 
personality lately," said Clyda. "While I was having lunch today, I 
overheard girls talking about her. If she isn't flying off the handle 
for the littlest things with some girls, then she's buttering up 
others, asking for special favors from them. I found out just this 
afternoon that she made it to Tami's office before me, so she could get 
her hands on some of the new applications." 

"Funny you should mention applications," said Dee Dee. She reached over 
to a stack of completed forms, and handed the top one to Clyda. "Notice 
anything different about this?" 

Clyda glanced at the form, and skimmed through the information there. 
"Looks like one of our standard forms," said Clyda. "One girl here 
seems to have made the grade, so to speak, here. I've seen hundreds of 
them." 

"Look at the carbon copies beneath it," said Dee Dee. 

Clyda lifted the office copy, to expose the pink and yellow carbon 
pages beneath. 

"They're blank," said Clyda with surprise. "How do you suppose this 
happened?" 

"My guess is that someone generated this on a computer, and then 
printed it out," said Dee Dee. "The office copy looks flawless, but the 
printer can't press hard like a person holding a pen, to transfer to 
the carbons." 

"Somebody went to a lot of trouble to try and get this passed through," 
said Clyda. 

"Exactly," said Dee Dee. "Now here's something else I spotted. Between 
myself and Ebony, we monitor and spot check all the security and 
information systems activity here on the Island, including the 
telephones." She went over to her computer terminal, and opened a 
spreadsheet program. "This is a chart of the telephone usage here on 
the Island." 

"We keep a running tally of the usage over a one year period," 
continued Dee Dee. "See the major spike here in the last two weeks?" 

"Maybe that's just taking into account that we're bringing new girls on 
board," said Clyda. 

"I don't think so," said Dee Dee. "First off, new girls are only 
allowed a limited number of phone calls, except for around the major 
holidays. Here's what I found out when I did a detailed search and 
breakdown on phone usage." Dee Dee pressed a few more keystrokes, and a 
new chart came into view on the screen. 

"Notice that for almost every other phone number, the usage is almost 
identical," Dee Dee continued. "Very little variation. Now look at all 
the usage on this one line here." 

"Somebody's really got a case of the jabbers," said Clyda. "I mean 
everyone knows that girls like to talk, but this one's running a 
regular telethon out of her room." 

"It gets better," said Dee Dee. "First, this line wasn't there last 
month. I double-checked the number. Secondly, it's a secure line that 
can't be traced or tapped into. Only a handful of the senior amazons 
are allowed to have those. Requests for those are supposed to go 
through Ebony and me. Neither she or myself got any kind of paperwork 
or a request for a secure line anytime recently." 

"Someone really is trying to be a regular 'James Bond' in our midst 
here," said Clyda. "Is there any way to find out what they're doing 
with that line?" 

"Well like I said, we can't tap into it to hear conversations," said 
Dee Dee. "But since we operate on such a small network and phone 
system, I can call up a list of the numbers that they've been calling. 
We probably couldn't do this in the real world on a full-scale network. 
But there are a few advantages to running on a smaller scale, and 
having designed and installed things ourselves here. Let me run a query 
here, and we'll find out a little more in a few minutes." 

In a few moments, a display of all the numbers that had been dialed 
from the new line, as well as times and the length of the calls was 
displayed. 

"For the first few days, they were calling everyone, everywhere," 
observed Dee Dee. "None of the calls is very long. It's almost as if 
they were searching for something, or doing research." 

"Then by the third day, they seem to have zeroed in on this number," 
said Clyda, pointing to the 818 area code. "Over three hours a night, 
and at almost the same time each night, too." 

"Between the faked application and the phone activity, my own theory is 
that someone is going to a very elaborate scheme, to try and get a 
certain girl, or someone else sent to the Island," said Dee Dee. 

"We could call that number ourselves and try to confront whoever 
answers," said Clyda. "But that might not be the wisest course of 
action. Do you have any ideas?" 

"That would only alert whoever we call," agreed Dee Dee. "And then 
they'd relay that back to the Island to their contact here. There is 
another way we might find out what we need to know. See that 
alphanumeric number in the left-hand column? That's the port 
identification number. Each wall jack in every room has one labeled on 
it, so we can track them and troubleshoot them, when we need to." 

"Okay, so what's your point Dee Dee?" asked Clyda. 

"My gut feeling says that Barocca, or one of her group is behind all of 
this," said Dee Dee. "Right now, I don't have any proof, or any way to 
tie any of this together. But logically, who else has any kind of 
reason to operate behind everyone's back in secret, and try to stir 
things up like this?" 

"You're right," admitted Clyda. "I think that the deeper we dig into 
this, the less we're going to like it. So what's the next step?" 

"I want to go with my gut feeling, and get a look at the port number in 
Barocca's quarters," said Dee Dee. "That'll tell us whether or not she 
may actually be behind this." 

"Easier said than done, girl," laughed Clyda. "All of us are strictly 
'persona non grata' over there. And if we tried to force our way in 
there, it would set off an ugly scene, with all sorts of accusations 
flying back and forth." 

"Precisely, Clyda," said Dee Dee. "You, me or Tiffany, or anyone from 
our 'clique' could never make it without tipping everyone off. But I 
think I know a way we can still find out what we need to know. I've 
noticed that Ebony has been acting a little differently lately." 

"Different? What do you mean, Dee Dee?" asked Clyda. 

"This is going to sound funny, but Ebony's been acting, well...nice," 
said Dee Dee. "Do you remember how sweet and friendly she was when she 
first came to the Island, before she grew so large, so unexpectedly on 
us?" 

"That's right," said Clyda. "It wasn't until after her growth spurt, 
and she started hanging around with Barocca, that she began to act so 
differently, and started displaying her split personality to everyone." 

"Just recently, it's like Ebony's got something on her mind that she 
doesn't want to talk about," said Dee Dee. "I'm going to ask Ebony to 
run a check on the phones on that side of the Island. I'll come up with 
some type of task or excuse so she'll need to verify all the ports and 
the extensions for the records. She'll be able to get into any room 
over there without arousing any suspicion. Then we wait to she what she 
finds, we compare records, and we see if my hunch was right." 

"And suppose it turns out that this is coming from Barocca's quarters?" 
asked Clyda. 

"Then we'll go to Tiffany with our findings, and we'll have to make a 
command decision," replied Dee Dee. 


Chapter #6: Ebony Changes 

Ebony made her way through the West sector of the Island, running an 
inventory and a check on all the wall jacks and the extension numbers, 
as Dee Dee had suggested. This was something that hadn't been done in a 
long time, and the activity helped take Ebony's mind off her thoughts 
of Barocca. 

It was the middle of the morning, and just about all the quarters were 
deserted, as the girls were off at their various duties or assignments. 
As head of security, Ebony had a master key, which let her go anywhere 
on the Island. So far, everything had been routine. Nobody had anything 
that they weren't supposed to have. Ebony jotted down the room number, 
who lived there, the phone extension, and the number of the wall jack 
on the sheet on her clipboard. 

Finally, Ebony couldn't put it off any longer, and she found herself 
standing in front of the door to Barocca's quarters. The last time 
she'd been here, both girls' tempers had flared, and Ebony had done 
something that she wasn't terribly proud of. At the time, Barocca had 
pushed Ebony too far, and in the heat of the moment, Ebony had made her 
pay the price. 

As a result, Ebony hadn't been back here in several days, as she let 
her emotions settle, and tried to sort out how she felt about Barocca. 
Ebony knocked on the door, and received no answer. Waiting a moment to 
see if she heard anyone stirring inside, Ebony inserted her master key 
in the lock. "Might as well get this over with," thought Ebony. 
Inside, Barocca's quarters looked just like they'd always looked. The 
door opened into a living room, or main room with a sofa and another 
chair, with a TV and stereo in the corner. To the right was a small 
kitchen. While most meals were served in the communal cafeteria, girls 
were allowed to keep a limited number of snacks on hand in their 
quarters. Branching off to the left from the main room was the bedroom 
and bathroom. Ebony knew that virtually every set of rooms on the 
Island was identical to this, the only difference being some designs 
were reversed in other areas of the Island. 

Ebony entered Barocca's bedroom and strolled over to the corner of the 
wall where her phone was plugged in. 

"That's funny," thought Ebony. "I thought Barocca's phone was white, or 
maybe a light tan color. This one's black. Oh, well. That shows how 
much attention I paid to the furnishings when I was in here. All we 
ever did was fuck when we were together here." 

Ebony bent down and jotted the extension number, and the port number to 
the page on her clipboard. 

"Okay, that wraps things up here," thought Ebony. "I'll get this back 
to Dee Dee, and then there'll still be time for lunch, before I hold 
the conditioning class this afternoon. I'll just snag one of Barocca's 
diet sodas on the way out from the refrigerator." 

Ebony left everything as she had found it in Barocca's quarters, and 
strolled out to the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator door, Ebony 
squatted down to survey the items. 

"Diet soda, diet sodas," murmured Ebony. "You wouldn't think she'd need 
this much stuff in here. I mean, we do have a cafeteria here on the 
Island." 

Ebony's gaze turned to the side of the door she'd just opened, and her 
mouth fell open. Neatly stacked on the side racks were a number of diet 
sodas; but it wasn't those that caused Ebony to gape in surprise. Next 
to the cans of soda was a small plastic container. It was unmistakably 
the same type that most drugstores used when they gave a prescription 
to someone. 

"What the fuck is this?" Ebony muttered aloud. Ebony could barely 
pronounce the name printed on the label, of whatever drug was in the 
vial. 

"I'm not a doctor, but I know good and well you don't keep your pills 
in the refrigerator," said Ebony. "You keep 'em by your nightstand, or 
somewhere else where you'll be sure and remember to take them." 
Suddenly, images from the past began to make sense to Ebony. Squatting 
in front of the door like this, she was completely blocked from view 
from the living room. 

"Now I know why Barocca always insisted on getting sodas herself for 
the two of us," thought Ebony. "And why she always either opened it for 
me, or brought it to me poured in a glass already." 

This discovery also combined with another minor revelation that Ebony 
had noticed. In the past few days, several girls had remarked to Ebony 
that she was much friendlier to them, and she hadn't disciplined or 
threatened anyone either. Ebony had found herself feeling brighter and 
cheerier without really knowing why. 

"That little bitch!" Ebony thought to herself. "I'm gonna take these 
over to Dee Dee and find out exactly what they are. I can't be 
positive, but I'll bet anything that Barocca's been feeding me a steady 
diet of these things, for who knows how long." 

Ebony returned to Dee Dee's office, as she was monitoring the network 
and doing some work on her PC. 

"Hi Dee Dee. Here's the info on the phones that you wanted," said 
Ebony. She laid her clipboard on the desk next to Dee Dee. 

"Thanks Ebony," replied Dee Dee. "This'll help me keep tabs on the 
phone system now. We hadn't updated those in a long time." 

"That's good. I also wanted to know if you could do a favor for me, Dee 
Dee," said Ebony. 

"Sure. What do you need?" answered Dee Dee. 

"I need to find out what these are," said Ebony. She laid the vial of 
pills on Dee Dee's desktop. 

"Where'd you get these?" asked Dee Dee, with a trace of astonishment in 
her voice. 

"First, let's get the low down on these," said Ebony. "I want to know 
what they are, and then I'll tell you where I got them from." 

"All right, Ebony," replied Dee Dee. "Let me pull up the AMA's web 
site." 

"The what?" asked Ebony. 

"American Medical Association," said Dee Dee. "If they don't have the 
information we need, I'll bet they have a link to another site that can 
tell us. It may take a little while until I can be sure I've got the 
data on this...." 

"You just do whatever you need to do," said Ebony. "I'm not going 
anywhere until I get some answers on these things. And I want to see 
whatever you find for myself, so I know there's no questions." Ebony 
had a note of fierceness and determination in her voice that Dee Dee 
knew better than to question. 

"Okay. But bear with me, because this may take a bit to find things 
out, and get it right," said Dee Dee. 

Dee Dee wrote out the full name of the drug from the prescription label 
on an index card, and stood it on its side in front of her monitor for 
easy reference. Dee Dee had to follow links to several different sites 
before she finally found what she needed to know. 

"All right, Ebony. Assuming the pills are actually what the label says 
they are, here's my opinion on what we've got here," said Dee Dee. 
"Take a look at the page for yourself. The name and the medical ID 
number on the label both match up exactly with what I found." 

Ebony scooted her chair next to Dee Dee, so she could get a close-up 
look at the screen. 

"Am I reading this right?" Ebony exclaimed. "She's been feeding me 
fucking steroids?" Ebony slammed her fist down on the desktop hard 
enough to topple the vial of pills. 

Dee Dee recoiled involuntarily from Ebony's actions, but Ebony quickly 
composed herself and took a few deep breaths. 

"I'm sorry, Dee Dee," said Ebony. "I didn't mean to take this out on 
you. I got these from Barocca's quarters. After I got the information 
on her phone, on the way out, I went to get a soda from her 
refrigerator, and found them in there next to the cans." Ebony 
explained her suspicion on how Barocca might have been slipping the 
pills into her sodas. "So how do we know if I've actually got these in 
my blood or not?" 

"Well, we'd have to have some tests run," said Dee Dee. "I don't have 
the equipment to do this kind of analysis here on the Island. I'd have 
to send it to a lab somewhere." 

"All right. Let's do it," said Ebony. "I want you to take enough of my 
blood for two samples. You send one to some lab that you trust. I'll 
send one to a friend I know back in the states that'll do the same 
test. I want to be absolutely sure about these pills, and then I'll 
decide what I'm going to do about it." 

"Okay. J