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Total Bondage Island	By : DrunkenSailor Category: +S through Z > Total Drama Island Views: 10370 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own the cartoon(s) that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Total Bondage Island
- 2-The Girl's Fates
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Gwen stumbled forward into the sunlight as her captor tugged on her leash, drawing her outside the tent.. It was hard to follow with the short hobble-chain between her ankles restricting her steps. Each pull forced her to feel the black collar tight around her neck. The horrible thing was nothing decorative like her choker, but a sign of her new slavery. And other then her bondage, it was all she was wearing.
The sun beat down on her naked body, hot and unrelenting. It seemed to burn even more where it touched the marks the whip had left on her, renewing the pain on her breasts, her back, and her ass where the welt marks showed. The sadistic bastard had been cruel, but the whip had never broken her skin. She twisted her arms behind her, but the rope that held them tightly together was also tied to her collar, pulling her wrists up and crossing them between her shoulder blades. It meant that any wriggling she did to try and get free led only to her choking herself. It also forced her to keep her back arched, pushing her breasts out, something her captor had made no secret of enjoying the sight of. She glared fiercely up at him, taking seething, angry breaths, her teeth biting down hard on the ballgag that filled her mouth.
The man looked back with a smile that would have been gentlemanly, even charming, if it weren't for the sadistic look in his eyes. He had taken the time to throw on a suit jacket and collared shirt, a look that only combined with his salt and pepper hair and goatee to make him look even more sophisticated. He was broad shouldered and easily a full head taller then her. He was also easily old enough to be her father.
“Such an angry little girl.” he spoke in his smooth, patronizing tone. As he did he gave her leash a yank, the collar pulling her to him. As she stumbled forward he grabbed her chin in his hand, stopping her and forcing her to look up. “But then, I knew that.” he smiled, those penetrating eyes trapped hers in their steely gaze. “That's why I bought you.”
Gwen froze as those words sank in, feelings of anger and fear mixing inside her. The man gave her no time to think as he took her shoulders, turning her around and pulling her back against him. “This camp, the contest, everything about it was just a sham.” he leaned down, speaking softly into her ear. Wide-eyed, she looked around. Men were moving about the camp. Temporary tents like the one she had been tortured in had been set up, but were now they worked to take them down. Off to the side she could now hear the faint sounds of another girl screaming in agony. Gwen's heart caught in her throat as she recognized Izzy's voice.
“The show was a ruse.” Her captor explained, one hand gripping her throat tightly, holding her in place against his body. His left hand cupped her breast as he spoke, squeezing and molesting her with his strong fingers. Tiny, quick breaths came from her as she felt those hands on her body, and she fought hard to try and stay calm. “It was never seen by anyone but, shall we say, a very select clientèle. People such as me, who watched all of you, deciding which toy we'd like to take home.” His thumb and forefinger found her nipple, pinching and twisting in a sudden, cruel motion, Forcing a squeal from Gwen's mouth that was muffled to a mewling sound by her gag. “The auction was a fierce contest, my dear. But I simply had to have you.”
A piercing screech broke out In Izzy's voice, the cry so anguished that Gwen found herself cringing in sympathy, even given her own suffering. “Your friend Izzy is in the tender care of Ernest Getz.” her own tormentor explained while he continued to fondle her. “You should be thankful. That man makes me seem like a doting nanny in comparison. He chose the pretty redhead because he said she was the only one who was crazy enough to not break within a day.”
He released her then, turning and beginning to walk towards the center of the camp. She watched him in shock, chest heaving in trepidation, until the leash came snug, jerking her forward and forcing her to scurry after him with tiny, hobbled steps.
“Each of us had to choose only one of you to bid on.” he continued to explain as he led her past the tents. “And the bidding, as I said, was fierce. You can all rest easy knowing that you and your friends are now the property of some of the richest, most powerful men in the world.” Gwen's glare should have burned holes in the man's back.
“Ah, here's something you should enjoy. I know how well the two of you got along.” he stepped aside, and Gwen's heart sank further at the site he unveiled.
Several of the tents had been arranged around the common area, but even now men were breaking them down. In the middle, in the green grass, knelt Heather. The lithe girl had been stripped nude, her graceful form on open display. Her arms were pulled behind her, hogtied to her ankles to keep her kneeling, as well as to a metal stake in the ground to keep her in place. Men lined up before her, laughing amongst themselves as one stepped away from the trapped débutante, zipping his pants back up. Gwen recognized some of the camera crew in the line. Heather caught sight of Gwen out of the corner of her eye, and shot her a hateful look. Gwen's eyes widened as she saw her rivals face, seeing the cum that stuck to Heather's skin and hair. As she watched the next man stepped up and grabbed Heather's hair tightly, forcing her head back. To Gwen's amazement, Heather closed her eyes with a defeated look, opening her mouth and bringing it to the man's crotch.
“Her new Master loves humiliation, and I'm sure you'll agree he couldn't have chosen a better candidate.” Gwen tore her eyes away from the spectacle of shame as the man holding her leash spoke. “The boys were only to eager to assist in her first lesson.”
Gwen cringed. Everywhere she looked things only got worse. To the left, Bridgette was strapped upside-down to an x-frame cross, seemingly passed out, the marks of punishment on her body giving good cause. To the right, Lindsay was bouncing in place, her arms tightly tied behind her, her legs bound together, her huge breasts bouncing up and down to the delight of a middle-aged Japanese man. Wires ran from clips biting into the blond girl's nipples to a device the man held. Whenever her bouncing would slow, he would flick a twist, sending a jolt of electricity into Lindsay that made her scream, but got her back in the rhythm he wanted. A familiar voice made Gwen look further down, her eyes narrowing in intense hatred. Chris MacClean waved to a man who looked like another of the purchasers, turning with a smile and counting money in his hand.
“Morning Carter.” Gwen followed the sound of her captor's voice, and immediately wished she hadn't as Courtney's fate was shown to her. A bald man, well built and sharply dressed waved in return to Gwen's tormentor. At his side, and on his leash, Courtney followed on all fours. She had been stripped naked like the rest of them, hobble chains on her wrists and ankles, and a bright white ballgag filled her mouth that contrasted beautifully with her dark skin. As she looked up at Gwen he eyes grew wide, and something in her seemed to break, tears spilling down her cheeks. The last time she had seen Gwen, the goth girl had been the only one free. Now, as she saw her there bound and leashed, the last hope of one of them escaping and getting help was destroyed. Gwen cringed, looking to her former opponent apologetically before hanging her own head in shame.
The bald man holding Courtney's leash watched the wordless interaction with a cruel chuckle. Then he drew back a riding crop, and lashed it against Courtney's ass. The preppy girl looked up with a start, her eyes widening in terror, and started scurrying on, ahead of her captor.
A sharp tug on her leash drew Gwen back to her own dark situation. The older man drew her along as he walked towards the docks. At least she was getting the hang of walking in the hobble chain, but she could feel the way it made her hips sway, and the male leers she saw from the corner of her eyes made her cheeks blush red. She swore to herself she'd kill them all.
“Don't worry, the six of you will still be together for a bit.” Gwen gnashed her teeth on the gag helplessly as he went on. “In fact, it will be similar to how things have been here.” He stepped out onto the wooden dock, the Dock of Shame, dragging her along behind him. The wood slick under her bare feet. “The rest of the contestants have... well, let's just say you don't need to worry about their fates.”
“During the rare occasions you're able to speak, you will refer to all the men here as Sir.” he brought her to the end of the pier and turned around. A shameful blush came to her cheeks as his eyes traveled slowly over her nude, bound and trembling form. Those eyes burned into her; piercing, patronizing, and predatory. She found herself feeling like a helpless child who'd disobeyed a terrifying parent.
“You will call me Master.”
Gwen shivered, the words seeming to push something in her down. No! She bit down hard on the gag, clenching her eyes and twisting against the bonds. He wasn't a Master! He was a rich perverted asshole. He was the kind of person she'd always detested. Her eyes opened again, glaring at him with new rage as she swore into her gag, furious and defiant, a look anyone would shrink away from.
He didn't. He lips grew that knowing smile as he laughed. And then he grabbed her hair and forced her down to her knees.
Gwen tried to fight, but she was beaten and exhausted. He manhandled her to the edge of the dock, pushing her head over as she balanced on her knees. She tried to stay on, but he held her out to the point where she would fall into the water if he let go of her hair.
“Look down, Gwen. Look down at the girl in the water.” She opened her eyes. The only girl down there was her reflection. She saw herself in the water, red faced and frightened. She saw the collar on her neck, and for the first time saw that the gag in her mouth was green, perfectly matching her hair.
“That little girl, my dear, is a slave.” the man chuckled as tears appeared in her reflection's eyes. “But maybe a more proper demonstration is in order.”
Gwen cringed as she heard his zipper go down. She tried to squirm, tried to pull away, but it only made her round bottom a more tantalizing target to him. His hand came down in a harsh slap, spanking her fiercely, drawing muffled yelps from her gag, as he struck both cheeks twice before forcing his hand between her thighs and spreading her long, trembling legs. Her eyes grew wide, a shriek coming from her throat as she felt the hardened, hot shape of the head of his shaft against her sex. She moaned in despair, shivering as he rubbed it along the length of her folds, frightened protests coming from her.
No! Not like this! She thought. And then he thrust himself forward.
It hurt so bad as he drove into her tight, virgin entrance, and Gwen howled out in misery, a sound that made the girls back at the camp glance to the docks in sympathy. He held her hip, forcing her onto him as he pounded mercilessly in, only able to claim a little of his prize at a time, but savoring every bit.
“Incredible, little girl.” his voice was deep and breathy as he pulled her against his thrusting cock again, more pain and humiliation driven into her with his length. “You're worth every penny and more.”
Gwen shuddered miserably, sobbing, trying to endure as he raped her, feeling every savage thrust of her captor. It was like nothing she had hoped for and worse then anything she had ever feared. The giant thing in her felt like it was ripping her apart, pistoning back and forth, hot and hard as an iron bar. Worse, part of her was feeling the incredible pleasure she'd been promised in her dreams of sex. Not enough to overwhelm the pain and horror, but enough to add an extra depth of humiliation. She cried, tears rolling down her pale cheeks
The man drove into her again, and then stopped, smiling as she felt him press against her virgin wall. “It seems my guess was right.” His hand tightened in her hair, pulling her back up as she cried so that she was nearly sitting on him. “Thank you, little Gwen, for saving yourself for me.” And then he pulled her the rest of the way back, driving forward into her as gravity pulled her down, his monstrous shaft tearing open her barrier as he claimed the goth girl's virginity. She dropped her head back, howling in misery and loss, a sound not even the gag could stifle.
She didn't know how long he held her there on his lap, bouncing her on him, raping her, his callous hands fondling her breasts, her legs, her entire body. Time seemed to be disappear in a haze of misery and loss. He was in her, claiming her, hurting her. She sobbed, tears flowing from her eyes. At long last, longer then Gwen would have believed possible, she felt him pull her down, his cock seeming impossibly to grow inside her. Her held her chin, forcing her to look back into those cold, dominant eyes.
“You're mine, little slave.” He said it firmly. No smile. Simply a statement of fact. Then he thrust into her one more time, his moan of pleasure filling her ears as he climaxed inside her body, filling her with his seed.
He stood up, pushing her off of his lap. Gwen felt herself tumble down to the hard pier of the Dock of Shame as he stood to clean himself off. She turned turned away in shame, looking over the edge. In the water, a slave girl looked despondently back up, ripples distorting the image as tears fell into it.
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