Desert Island Girl

"No way, they've been eaten!" I stared at a huge rock. There should have been three or four dried fish on it, but now only a fish bone remained.
"The dogs on the island probably ate them," I could only manage a wry smile.
I had failed in business and was in debt, so I secretly took a boat to escape my creditors. On the way, I encountered a storm, but luckily, I survived and drifted to this deserted island. Usually, shipwrecks are rescued, but since I was a stowaway, no one would know I was in trouble.
With no one to turn to for help, I had to find a way to survive in the wild.
Fortunately, there was a small river on the island, solving my freshwater problem; otherwise, I would have died of thirst. I also found a cave on the island to shelter from the storm, and I used a homemade harpoon to fish, which allowed me to survive for a few weeks.
Initially, I preserved the leftover fish with homemade sea salt and buried it in the ground, but it was too salty. Later, I considered drying the fish to preserve it, but that used up too much firewood. The easiest way to prepare the fish was to dry it and store it as food, but to my surprise, it was all eaten by wild dogs as soon as I returned from fishing.
Starving, I dragged my weary body to gather some firewood and started a fire to roast my catch. While eating, I wondered if I should set a trap to catch one or two wild dogs. They could help with hunting after being tamed, or I could make some roasted meat.
Just as I was watching a fish, preparing to throw my harpoon, I heard a sound.
"Clang, clang, clang..." It was the sound of hollow bamboo stalks colliding in the trap I had set the day before.
I rushed back to the island and, upon closer inspection, was shocked.
Where there should have been wild dogs, there was a naked little girl hanging upside down.
"Woof...woof...woof..." she cried out in terror. Her right ankle was bound with a rope, dangling in mid-air, while her left leg and hands flailed wildly.
"What's going on?" I muttered to myself. I remember when I first arrived on this island, I had already circled it once, but I hadn't seen anyone or any houses. So where did this little girl come from?
I looked at this little girl barking like a dog, puzzled. Her skin was dark and dirty, and her hair hung down like a rag because she was hanging upside down. Her hands and feet were so dirty they looked like charcoal; she looked wilder than any wild child I had ever seen. What was even stranger was…
“Woof…woof…woof woof woof woof…” Why was this little girl barking like a dog? Could she be a child raised by animals?
I'd heard of children raised by wolves who couldn't speak and whose movements were like wolves. Looking closely, it really was like that.
I slowly lowered the rope, and the little girl finally descended to the ground. She rolled over and lay on all fours.
The little girl didn't untie the rope from her feet, but lay on all fours facing me. “Woof woof woof woof…” she barked wildly.
“Woof…woof…” The nearby stray dogs also barked along with the little girl's barking. I was too scared to approach her.
I said, a dog is a dog after all; it only barks at people from a distance, too afraid to bite me.
The little girl, unable to run because her feet were bound, lifted her tied leg, swinging it as she tried to free the rope, barking wildly at me.
"No way, really that stupid? Can't even untie a rope?"
Seeing I didn't make any further moves, the little girl stopped barking and started biting the rope, trying to break it.
"Ugh...ugh..." she growled, the feeling of being restrained by the rope making her unhappy. She shook her head from side to side, biting and pulling hard at the rope wrapped around her ankle.
Then I looked at her closely. Her messy black hair hung down her sides. A clearly visible ridge was on her thin back. Her buttocks were slightly thin, lacking the plumpness one would expect from a little girl. Her ribs were clearly visible, highlighting her thinness, and her breasts were completely undeveloped, with only two small nipples slightly protruding.
Although the little girl was malnourished and skinny, thankfully, the smooth mons pubis between her legs still retained some flesh, and the slit was a tender pink.
"Ugh..." I swallowed. What was wrong with me? Having been through thick and thin in hotels, having seen all kinds of women, how could I notice the private parts of this dry, shriveled little girl?
Was it because I'd been holding back lately, that some sow was more beautiful than Diao Chan, making me so desperate for this kind of thing that I'd become a perverted lolicon?
"Slap slap slap..." I slapped myself a few times. Only then did I calm down.
"Good girl!" I squatted down, making myself the same height as the little girl.
"Don't move, I'll untie you." As soon as I reached out, the little girl retreated in fear.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid..." I opened my arms and slowly approached her. As she saw me approaching, she kept retreating, finally stopping because she was restrained by the rope.
Seeing that she couldn't retreat any further, I reached out to grab her shoulder, but the little girl suddenly dodged away and escaped to my side.
What's going on? How can the little girl move so fast?
I thought to myself, I'll have to use force this time. I reached out, grabbing her with my left hand and then with my right, but she nimbly escaped like an eel. Finally, I managed to grab one of her hands.
I held her arm with my right hand, and she screamed in fear, twisting and turning, trying to break free.
Unexpectedly, she bit my arm. "Ah..." I cried out in pain and quickly let go.
Blood slowly seeped from the bite mark on my arm. I was shocked and took a few steps back. "Why did you bite me? I was trying to help you get free!" I said angrily, determined to teach this little girl a lesson.
I steeled myself and pulled hard on the rope tied to her feet. She lost her balance and rolled over, and then, taking advantage of her momentary lapse in attention, I pinned her to the ground with my body.
"Ugh... ugh..." Suddenly pinned down, she twisted and struggled. She flailed her arms, scratching me repeatedly with claw marks.
I endured the pain, grabbed her hands and twisted them behind her back, then untied the rope from her feet and tied her hands behind her back with another rope.
The little girl could only kick her bare legs, growling and shaking her head, trying to bite me. "Woof...woof...woof woof..."
I watched her writhe and asked her various questions.
"Who are you?" " Woof woof woof..." " Where did you come from?"
"Woof woof woof woof..." " Are there other people here?" "Woof woof woof..." No matter what I asked, she only barked like a dog. Unable to walk on two legs, she could only stand on them because her hands were tied behind her back. But she lost her balance and fell down. Afraid she would get hurt, I reached out and helped her up. Her clumsy, swaying movements made me realize that although she was wild, she still possessed a cute, little girl charm. I thought, having a little animal like this wouldn't be bad; at least I wouldn't be bored on the island. Having made up my mind, I took out the dried fish I'd used as bait and waved it in front of the little girl. Her eyes were fixed on the dried fish in my hand, and she stopped barking. "Hehe...you really can't resist the temptation of food." I smiled as I held the dried fish close to her nose. She looked at the fish, sniffed it, and then looked up at me. Her shoulders and hands, bound behind her back, twisted, but I had tied them tightly; there was no way she could break free.

Just then, the little girl's stomach rumbled. Perhaps she had exhausted herself, or perhaps the smell of the dried fish had made her hungry. But she still didn't dare to bite it, her eyes still staring at me in fear.
I had no choice but to put the dried fish on the ground and step back.
She must have been starving; I had only taken a few steps back when she turned her head, opened her mouth, and bit the dried fish into it.
The way she wolfed it down made me laugh. After she finished, I waved another piece of dried fish in front of her. Having already tasted the dried fish, her craving for it was even stronger.
This time, she directly bit the dried fish from my hand.
I took out everything I could eat, and for her, I tore the larger pieces of dried fish into smaller pieces with my teeth and fed them to her.
And because of the food, she no longer had the hostile look she had before, and just ate intently. It seemed she had been won over.
While she was eating the dried fish, her body suddenly tensed up, she turned her head to look at me, and stopped eating.
Her face was dirty, but she had a pair of large, watery eyes. I thought to myself, if this little girl were cleaned up and dressed in pretty clothes, she would be a lovely little girl.
Seeing that I meant her no harm and made no attempt to hurt her, she started eating the dried fish again. I continued to touch her, and she stopped reacting and continued eating the fish, gradually getting used to my touch.
I gently stroked her back; although it was covered in dust and had some scars, her skin still had the softness a little girl should have. As I touched her, I casually touched her breasts. She didn't resist. It seemed she had no concept of shame.
Perhaps due to malnutrition, the little girl's breasts were pitifully small, lacking the softness of fat. Her breasts didn't have the special elasticity of a mature woman's; I thought they would grow in the future. As I touched her, I was surprised to find that her pink nipples had become erect.
I'd never heard of a little girl's nipples becoming erect before.
Next, my hand slowly moved closer to between her legs.
Her buttocks were firm; although she was thin, her gluteal muscles were quite developed.
Filled with lust, I unceremoniously reached between her legs. She suddenly tensed, twisting her body and looking up at me.
Fear filled her eyes; she seemed to understand my intentions, turning her buttocks away from me. But with her hands bound, no matter how she turned, my hand could still freely touch her genitals.
She stopped resisting after a few twists, instead gently touching my hand with her body. She raised her buttocks, exposing her mons pubis.
When my hand touched her labia, she raised her buttocks even higher, adjusting the angle so her mons pubis could touch my fingers.
What on earth is going on?
This little girl, who knows nothing and acts like a dog, actually understands sexual matters, knows I'm going to touch her private parts, and even knows the angle from which to molest her. Is this human instinct?
I originally thought that if there were children, there would be adults on the island, but judging from the current situation, she must really be the kind of child raised by wolves. My hope that there were other people on the island who could send me back has also been dashed.
I touched between her legs again, and she still stuck her butt out high, letting me touch her.
The fine hairs on her mons pubis felt soft like velvet. In my experience playing around in hotels, I've never touched such a smooth vulva before; at most, I'd just shave it off to pretend I was naked.
My fingers stirred between her labia, and they even felt a little damp. I carefully parted the skin covering her clitoris and gently touched it with my fingertip. "Ah..." Her body trembled.
This reaction showed that the finger techniques I learned in the hotel were also effective on this little girl.
So I brazenly inserted my middle finger into her honeypot, lightly touching the twelve o'clock position, commonly known as the G-spot, when it was two or three knuckles deep. My thumb, moistened, lightly touched her clitoris.
"Ah...ah...woof..." The little girl, her hands tied behind her back, let me do whatever I wanted to her. Although she had been barking like a dog before, her moans sounded like those of a normal woman.
Her dirty face flushed slightly, her mouth slightly open as she breathed heavily. Every time I touched her engorged and elastic clitoris, her body trembled, and her legs curled up in sync.
Some say that a smile is a universal language, and so is a moan. It was truly unbearable to hear.
My lust was aroused, so I spread her legs, making her vulva more visible. Not satisfied with just playing with my fingers, I licked it with my tongue.
The small red clitoris was crystal clear, like a piece of carnelian, and when I looked down, I smelled a fishy smell, similar to dried fish. Perhaps the little girl hadn't washed herself properly, but the smell excited me even more. I licked it with the tip of my tongue, sometimes side to side, sometimes up and down.
Unconsciously, clear nectar gradually flowed from the pink opening. When my tongue touched it, the salty taste went straight to my head.
A little girl this young, not fully developed, yet her body's reactions were almost indistinguishable from those of an adult woman. No wonder so many ancient Chinese literati, like Su Dongpo and Ouyang Xiu, had this kind of hobby.
Although "Man is as light as silk, how can one bear to break it? The oriole pities the tender branch, unable to sing, let it be left for the deep spring," I owe a huge debt in the civilized world, and on this deserted island, I might not even have another meal. Any law is meaningless to me. I am a person without a tomorrow, and now I must "pluck the flower while it's in bloom," why wait for the deep spring?
I took off my pants and placed my erect penis against the wet opening. As soon as the glans touched it, the hot nectar clung to it. I rubbed her opening from side to side and up and down, making it fully wet so it could slide in smoothly.
I lifted her legs up, slightly opening her vagina. Once the head of my penis was aligned, I thrust in forcefully.
When the head of my penis pressed against the vaginal opening and forced its way in, she realized my intention and hurriedly twisted her body, trying to avoid the penetration of my penis. "Ugh...hoo..." she screamed as she twisted.
But the strength of an adult male is considerable, especially when one is driven by lust. I forcefully pressed her down and easily aimed at her vaginal opening.
Because her vaginal opening was already wet, although there was some resistance at the entrance, with just a little more force, the resistance decreased after breaking through the resistance point, and I went straight in.
"Ugh...ow~~" When my penis went in, the little girl's whole body tensed up, and she made a protesting sound.
She probably hadn't received such a large penis before, and her body twisted as she tried to back away, but I pressed her down hard and spread her legs.
Her twisting movements only caused the already inserted penis to rub even more against her vaginal walls. Her expression was like that of a frightened bird, moaning, "Aww... Aww..." It was like
a piece of meat already in my mouth; how could I possibly pull it out of the already inserted flesh? Although she was moaning, I had already gone into a frenzy, relentlessly thrusting in and out.
Hot, gushing fluids flowed out, making my already burning penis even more scorching. The lubricated vaginal walls contracted and tightened, ring by ring.
"Ah... Ah... Ah... Mmm..." Perhaps it was because her vagina was naturally slippery, or perhaps it was because I knew the female body well and knew how to attack her sensitive spots. She, who had been in pain and wanted to escape me, had transformed into a moaning little girl.
Although women from different places speak different languages, they still make the same sounds during intercourse; this is perhaps the most natural expression of humanity.
The little girl twisted her waist, seemingly excited and involuntarily responding to my movements.
"Ah..." she cried out, then stopped, her body stiffening and trembling. Her vagina contracted again and again, her abdominal muscles stiffening in response. A
sucking sensation shot through my glans, and I couldn't hold back my ejaculation, thrusting deeply and ejaculating.
"Oh..." As my penis ejaculated, it caused her vagina to contract again, which in turn caused me to spit out another stream of semen. This contraction and ejaculation continued four or five times before stopping. Only
after ejaculating did my senses return. Looking at the little girl lying naked, her hands bound behind her back, panting, a mixture of red and white fluid slowly flowing from her vagina, I realized what I had done.
I quickly untied her hands. She then regained consciousness, her limbs trembling, and limped forward.
Perhaps the little girl was still lingering from her orgasm, for her legs went weak, and she knelt down again. Seeing her seemingly exhausted and powerless, I quickly helped her up.
But unexpectedly, in a moment of inattention, she bit me again, the pain forcing me to let go.
As soon as I released her, she quickly ran on all fours, disappearing into the shadows of the woods in a flash. She stopped, turned to look at me, and after a dozen seconds, vanished into the darkness.
I looked around at the empty surroundings, only the chirping of birds remaining. Recalling what had just happened, it felt like a dream, but looking down, the bite mark on my hand was still there, and I could still feel a slight pain.
This was real; it wasn't a hallucination born from my own madness on the island.

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