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Ben’s head back.
    Torque  screamed as the pressure of the two boys slammed inside of her. Ben moaned as his cock lubricated Torque ’s inside, and Scully‘s cock tore into his ass. Scully, leaning forward so his cheek touched the hairless boy’s neck, screamed as an orgasm tore through him, filling his submissive friend.
    The orgasms came rapidly after that. First, the boy jacking off by himself released staccato grunts. Then Torque  threw her arms back, digging into the dirt as she screamed with pleasure.
    Ben, unable to hold on any longer, pulled his body closer to Torque ’s and moaned his release. Saki, feeling the tingle shoot up her thigh to her pussy, curled her toes, locked her jaw open, and grabbed her breast. Her manic strumming shot electricity through her loins, causing her body to flinch and jump with pleasure.
    “Ahhh!” Saki screamed before pushing through and feeling her toes curl again. “Ohhh, yeaaah!” She yelled, unaware of anyone else in the universe but herself.
    As Saki‘s eyes closed, her mind drifted until she blacked out. Her body collapsed onto the ground in relief.
     
     
    Chapter 9
     
    Saki walked through the bushes holding two palm fronds in front of her. One she held in front of her groin, and the other covered her breasts. For the first time, she was acutely aware of the cool night sea breeze against her naked flesh.
    The ground was also rougher than it seemed a few hours ago. She was reminded of the tenderness of her feet every time she stepped on a branch or small pebble. It didn’t hurt exactly, but it awakened memories of who she was before.
    Saki also thought about the crabs she had found. During the daytime, she clearly had the advantage over them. But in the darkness of night, they would be a swarm of large spiders with pinchers scurrying through the blackness. With every passing moment, she became more unnerved.
    Saki stopped and leaned her shoulder against a narrow tree. Between her and the firelight in front of her, someone stood guard in the dark. She couldn’t see him, but it had to be one of her classmates. Maybe it was the tallest one; she couldn’t be sure.
    Beyond him, though, was Dax‘s camp. Saki knew Dax. At least she thought she did. She knew he had a father that was as abusive as her mother. He had shared that with her. She had a hard time believing that he was the monster Lane had made him out to be. He hadn’t been like that to her. In fact, he protected her from Torque  and her thugs back at school. He couldn’t be a monster.
    “Dax!” She called out drawing the attention of the guard.
    The guard immediately headed for her. Saki held her ground and stepped into his view. She remained still, offering no resistance, and after each recognized the other from school, the guard grabbed her by the arm and led her back to the firelight.
    The clearing that they both stepped into was aglow from a pit fire in the middle of it. On the other side was a small beach shack. It was built with planks of wood painted aqua and had a steep roof covered in palm fronds.
    It was the type of beach house used only for storing beach toys. The only thing that made it different from the ones she had seen on Nassau were the two tilt-out wooden windows. They wouldn’t let in much light when closed, but when open, they would allow for a slight breeze.
    Dax stood in front of the structure wearing board shorts and nothing else. A smile crept across his face as he looked across the fire. His look had contentment mixed with genuine joy. He waited for the guards to bring Saki to him before he said a word.
    “Get her clothes,” Dax demanded.
    The guard ran back into the shack and quickly returned with the clothes Saki had been wearing when she was brought to the island. Dax watched as she turned around, dropped the palm fronds, and slipped on her pants and shirt. Saki was grateful to be fully dressed again. She turned to Dax.
    “Thank you,” she said, feeling relief.
    Dax put his

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