Order it to handle itself

You've certainly never earned a reputation as a generous person and this horrid little imp pleading for relief isn't inspiring you to new acts of kindness. You wrinkle your nose at the thought of his filthy seed. Then again, you reason, this ill-mannered little beast will probably beg and plead for relief for as long as you find him useful. It whines as if on cue and you decide that it is better to give the creature some measure of what it desires in order to buy this disgusting worm's silence.

"Alright, you little Worm, on your feet." You kneel down beside the chaun, careful to keep out of a muddy patch. It stands obediently and you motion it closer. Even on your knees you are almost even with its head. You spread your legs a little to kneel lower and feel around for one of the objects you found in the wreckage.

"Hee?" asks Worm and he reaches out to touch your enticing pile of titflesh.

"No, you little Worm!" You grab his wrist, directing his hand back to his crotch. You slap his palm against his hard cock and **** his finger to close around his shaft. You guide him to stroke himself as your free hand finds what you were searching for. "I want you to make it cum. Do you understand me?"

You lift the huge, black rubber dong from the ground and brush off some pieces of grass. You slip it between your thighs and press the head against your hungry quim. Worm jerks his knobby cock and watches you intently as you lean back and part your velvet slit with the enormous dildo. You gasp as it slides into your well-slicked hole and bite your lip. Your other hand goes to your breasts and you squeeze one and pinch a hard, pink nipple.

In moments you've got the dildo braced against the ground and a good ten inches of it impaling your tender hole, stretching you just shy of pain, the molded ridges stimulating your clit as you work your hips and ride the massive fucktoy. Worm is flogging away at his weeping cock, aiming the head right at your jiggling breasts.

"That's it," you encourage him. "Just the sight of me has your little morsel drooling. Oooh, fuck. Oooh, tug it off for me. Wank that little cock."

Not so little, considering Worm's height, but the chaun's rod is nothing compared to the womb plunger you're riding at the moment. You grab both breasts and throw your head back, your moans rising in pitch and volume as you ride the huge dildo towards another orgasm. As you reach your scorching climax, your inner muscles clenching around the invading dildo, you hear a strange giggle and feel hot liquid splashing against your throat and over the tops of your breasts.

"Ohhh yes," you cry, realizing he is climaxing as well. "Give me your cum you half-scale fuck machine."

You squeeze your breasts together and buck your hips against the dildo sloshing in your slit and watch as Worm wanks his wee willy off over your squished shelf of titty meat. His load is huge and hot and spews out in long, milky ropes that coat your breasts to glistening and drip in gooey strands from your nipples. He displays a jagged grin as he strokes the last dribbles from his cock and slaps it against your frosted flesh. As you both come down from your orgasms you realize the frightful mess the chaun has made of your breasts.

"Now how are you going to clean me up?" you wonder, searching for a towel or something.

Worm leaps at the chance to prove his subservience, burying his awful face in your creamy chest. You can feel his tongue squirming around your tits like a frantic snake gathering up his own seed and swallowing it. His beard is like a scouring pad against your tender skin. By the time he's done your breasts are rubbed a bit raw and glistening clean but have a faintly unpleasant smell.

"Brush your teeth more often you disgusting freak," you command as you get to your feet and extract the dildo from your tenderized quim. He looks at your naked body expectantly.

"You've had your fun, now get ready," you order him and he complies. You dress and gather your things. Worm, the well-wanked weirdling, follows along behind you.

A short walk from the plane crash takes you to a cobbled road. Signposts point the way west to Isenvlad, the same direction as mountains and that creepy castle. Somewhere on the other side is the compound and the airport in the center of the island. Isenvlad must be a town. Maybe they have a telephone and a masseuse there. The other way is more mountains, more forest and, presumably, Monster Island's rocky coast. Maybe if you go that way you can signal a boat or something.

Worm points to the sign and then in the direction of Isenvlad. He nods his head up and down. Then he points the other way and shakes his head from side to side.

"What is it?"

Worm points to the ocean again and moves his hand like a serpent. The message is fairly clear. There is danger in that direction.