A Familiar Femboy

Sam lay on your bed, cock cage unlocked as you could see from his blatant upskirt that greeted you as you entered your room.

“Have fun?” He asked innocently, hiding a smile

“Fuck you.” You replied

“You knew what you were getting into buddy.” He said “I even let you watch them rail that cute diver chick. You becoming a cum dispenser was not my fault, and you know it.”

As mad as it made you, he had a point.

“So what now? Am I trapped here?” You ask

“In a manner of speaking, yes. You of course can go anywhere you want on the island, you just can’t leave until your time is up.”

“And when would that be?”

“About a month usually, but some choose and stay longer. I personally have been here over a year.”

“And what if I choose not to go to the zoo anymore huh? What if I just stay here until I can leave?”

“Sure, but you have to make yourself useful somehow if you do. I’m sure that you noticed the bathrooms on the way in? That’s just the tip of the iceberg in terms of things they can do with uncooperative guests, and the uncooperative ones have to stay for an extra two months before *they* are allowed to leave.”

“Ugh. Fine. If I’m going to be some weird gimp while I’m here I might as well make the most of it.”

“Fantastic!” Sam said, and ran to hug you.

As he does, you don’t notice until too late that his embrace was also a ruse to get to your hexagonal wristband, which is now set to an icon of a person kneeling. The latex spreads all over your body forcing you into said position. Now Sam towers over you, his cock erect and poking out from his skirt.

“And now for my reward!” He says “open up!”

You resist at first, but a jolt from your collar is enough to convince you otherwise. The skin of his head and shaft is soft and apparently sensitive, as evidenced by his guttural moan before you had even started sucking. His cock cage must have been on for a while, because less than a minute after he started face fucking you he came. Hot ropes of cum shooting into your mouth and across your face. Sam collapsed back onto your bed breathing heavily as you swallowed his sperm to avoid **** on it.

“Holy shit!” He said “that felt great! I’ve been wearing that thing for weeks since I messed up my last assignment. Getting you fucked by the fish ladies convinced management I was still useful and you fell for it hook, line, and sinker. Pardon the pun.”

Sam turned on the TV in the room and sat back on the bed to watch it. It was apparently about the island itself, as you could see people in familiar situations getting fucked. The show was shot like a nature documentary, describing how a latex woman who looked like a lioness hunted down herds of dirt-covered naked people. The woman ran on all fours and was somehow still able to keep pace with and even outrun the slower members of the group.

Tackling a girl at the back of the pack, she screamed as the rest of them left her behind at the mercy of the lioness who now pinned her down in the dust. The tigress wasted no time, and sat on the poor girl’s face forcing her to lick her captor out. Whenever the girl tried to resist, the lioness would slap the girl’s tits or pussy. Once the lioness had an orgasm or two, she started fingerblasting the girl relentlessly. The fingering lasted almost half an hour with no reprieve, and by the end the girl was nearly catatonic allowing the Lioness to bring her back to the pack.

What followed could be described simultaneously as a gangbang and a feast. The rest of the pack of latex lions and lionesses had their fun with the dirty and naked girl lasting long into the night as shown by the montage where you could tell the sun was going down considerably between shots by the documentary filmmakers.