Island Vacation pt 1

Welcome to the next multi-chapter story!

Like Mistaken Identity, you will find chapters alternating between two protagonists: Stanley and Delphina. Unlike MI, I won’t do chapter 1A and 1B, instead I will simply tell Stanley’s chapters in the odd numbered ones, and Delphina in the even numbered ones.

Disclaimer: This story is my intellectual property, and should be treated as such, do not plagiarize, or post without permission. If it is not legal to view writings that are sexually explicit and may have themes of bondage, feminization and other ‘deviant’ sexual experiences: don't read this. Don't read it, if it is not legal to do so where you live. Going any further is of your own free will, and responsibility is solely on yourself. Any similarity to real people or events is highly cliche, horrifying and unintentional…

Rules for the subs:

1. If you want to be property, just say, “I am Mistress Dyvia’s property’ aloud and you will be mine until the next time you cum.

2. I prefer my pets marked, collars are fine, a bracelet is acceptable, but I will be most pleased with a coat of lipstick. Every time you press your lips together, imagine I’m kissing you.

3. I want you to read, ‘My name is Brandi, Brandi with an ‘i,’ aloud every time our protagonist says it.

4. When you are done, write to me, I want to know what you would have done in Stanley’s position. What would you have done differently. And knowing what happens, would you have still gone on this island vacation?

5. You are not to cum while reading this story, though I want you aroused. If you finish the story and wish to cum, you may ask, and I will give you a task, once completed, you will be given permission to cum

Kisses, enjoy!

Mistress Dyvia presents:

Island Vacation

By: Mistress Dyvia

Chapter 1

I heard a seagull make some cry.. and realized I was laying down in the sun. I opened my eyes, everything was so bright, dammit I could burn out here. I sat up and my body kept going, well not my whole body, just my chest, what was this weight on my chest? Looking down.. Oh shit…

Giant fucking breasts! My hands felt them, and oh shit they were fucking sensitive... My hands moved around my waist, oh I am thin too.. And reaching between my legs, no crotch, well no dick, what the fuck…?

“You okay?” I heard a voice from beside me.

“I don’t think so…” I replied with a sultry feminine voice that seemed to beg for sex.

“You just wake in that body?” they asked.

I looked up at him, “Yeah, I was supposed to wake up beside this kind of body, I’m supposed to be a guy. I mean I am a guy, but my vaca body was supposed to be male as well.”

He rolled his eyes, “Of course it was…” he let out a sigh, “If you have a complaint, go make it to the assignment director over in Building A floor 1, but please hurry up, we need to get you, or at least that body to work ASAP.”

I let out an embarrassed sigh. “Okay. thanks.” I stood up and looked around as I asked, “Where is building A?”

He pointed, and I nodded my head in appreciation, “Thanks.” and started walking to a group of buildings that looked like small office buildings. As I reached the first one, I notice a placard that said ‘A’ and walked into the first floor lobby. There’s a woman less busty than myself. “Hi, I’m here, and they sent me in the wrong body.”

She seemed to roll her eyes just like the other guy did. “Hold on, I’ll let Al know that you’re here. Have a seat.” So I did.

About ten minutes later, I was told that I could go into Al’s office. I walked in, “Hi there, Al, My name is Stanley.”

He smirks, “You don’t look like a Stanley.”

I raised my eyebrow at him, “Well, I know that, The company sent me in the wrong body.”

He took in a deep breath, rolled his eyes and let out a long sigh, “Of course they did… Why don’t you tell me what’s going on.”

I relaxed in my chair a bit, and started, “Well...My girlfriend and I.. well ex-girlfriend and I had this trip planned, where we were going to send our conscious minds out to this nice remote beach. It was supposed to be a rustic yet hedonistic beach resort resembling the early twenty-first century. Since we broke up, instead of waking up together I was supposed to spend the vacation in a buff body, and was supposed to wake up with a woman that matched my description…” and Stanley gestured to her body “and she was going to do some body jumping all week. Instead I woke up like this, and I want to get things back on track.”

Al looked annoyed. “Oh, the ol’ ‘my girlfriend pulled the ole switcheroo’ on me, huh” he said with disbelief.

“I’m not blaming her, but I really am in the wrong body.”

Al shook his head, “Alright, scan your finger here.” He held out a scanner, and I pressed my finger to it. “Nope you are in the right body.” He pauses to read through the file.

“I can’t be, I’m supposed to be a guy.”

Al stands up, “Look, Stanley, or whatever your name is, we’ve all heard this a million times. Something went wrong, I’m not supposed not be one of the service bots, I’m supposed to be a guest. My mind slid into the whore, I’m supposed to be a guest. Boo Hoo… we heard it a million times… and guess what? We don’t believe you. You are here for a week, and you are going to do the job. We do not pay you to try and play a game where you slide into this body and then think you’re going to get a free vacation out of it. You are here for seven days, you will work for them.”

“That’s not fair, I’m not supposed to be in this body!” I declared again.

“I really don’t have time for your BS.” he retorted, and pointed a remote at me and pressed a button, I felt an odd vibration in my left wrist and when I looked at it, I saw a glowing red light below the skin. But he continues, “Your name is Brandi. Brand with an i. Say it.”

“My Name is-” Stanley, “-Brandi, Brandi with an i.” What the fuck? No that’s not what I was trying to say.

“Good, Brandi. Here’s the deal, to show you how we can be, I put you into an autopilot mode, not normally how we like to do things unless people are being problematic. But for now your body will run by the algorithms we’ve enabled.”

He pressed a button and suddenly my face returned to normal. “Wait you can’t do that, I’m telling you that-” he presses the button, and a smile forms on my face, “Hi, I’m Brandi, Brandi with an i.”

“No Brandi, thank you. Go back to the pool area, you will not leave the pool area until you’ve sucked 5 different cocks. And then you will hang out in the outdoor bar until midnight. Make sure all males know that you are very available. Once ten o’clock comes or the last customer you are taking care of is finished, you will have until 10am to do what you want, don’t forget you should recharge your batteries for four of those hours. Ten AM tomorrow, you will report to Building C, room 203 for your next assignment. If you do not appear there on your own, you will just be put back on autopilot, do you understand?”

“I understand.” my lips seem to speak on their own. And I did. Even if I wasn’t the one answering.

“Good, and one last upload, a positive attitude toward cock, a behavioral algorithm.”

“What does that mean?” I ask.

He smirks, and pulls his pants down, “What do you think of this?” he says, showing me his junk..

‘Disgusting’ is what I want to say, but instead I giggle, “Hot, but I think my lips wrapped around it would make it look even hotter… Can I suck your cock, Al?” No, please no...

He pulls his pants back up, “Not right now, As you can see by the various shades of rings around it, I’ve already had it sucked quite a few times this morning, this bot’s balls needs to be refilled or i won’t be able to orgasm again… so rain check.” Relief surged through my mind, though my body seemed to act as if disappointed...

“Okay, I’ll be by the pool if you change your mind.” I said as I walked out. I couldn’t stop myself, I had no trouble lifting my arm on my own, the red glow was gone… It's like I had control over my body as long as I was doing what I was told, otherwise the body would do it’s own thing.

I approached the pool area. And the same guy from before was standing there. “You’re back, did you sort everything out?”

“Yes, My Name is Brandi, Brandi with an ‘i,’ can I suck your cock, I bet it looks amazing with my lips around it.”

He smirked and laughed, “Maybe later.. They put you on autopilot, huh, you must have been sticking to that story… or Al already had three of those sob stories already… Anyway, I’m John, I'm the service girl liaison around here, so if you have a problem, you come to me, if a guy has a problem with you, they come to me, and I fix you.” He points to a lounging chair, “Just relax over there, and make sure you are available for any of the men who want to use you. This pool is straight. If this is your first time here, most pools have designations for activities such as straight, gay, bi, trans and so forth in order to help with the paying customers fantasies.”

I smiled, “Alright.” Fuck! Fuck. At least let me have the lesbian experience if I was trapped in a woman’s body. But, Instead, just as I probably should have predicted, I was sitting down and simply bathing in the sun, running through my thoughts, and what kind of actions I could take, there had to be a way out of this.

I couldn’t say how long I was there, when I heard a guy’s voice, “Hi there, I love your bathing suit.”

I looked up at him and smiled, “Hi, I’m Brandi, Brandi with an i…” I felt my gaze move down to his crotch, “Can I suck your cock?”

He pursed his lips together “Yeah sure, I’m new, just got here a little while ago, I think you're my first service girl.” ‘Think,’ clearly she was the first and his shyness was awkward as fuck, not that his body was showing any sign.

I giggled, God I hated giggling, “Good, I’ll make it worth it.” I said as I sat up and helped him pull down his swimming trunks, and started using my tongue and fingers to get him excited. And mother fucking, as much as I hated it, I could feel the wetness in my bikini bottoms. And he was big, but at a hedonist location, I guess I should have expected the majority of male bots to have significantly larger than average penises. And I was all over it, my body had no intention of letting me run a single motion on my own. ‘Auto-pilot’ ugh. I felt mortified, and all I did was slurp at his dick. And then I opened wide, nononononono… Yep… I took the whole thin in and went straight to the back of my throat.

There was this part of me that should have been disgusted, horrified, and maybe even distraught. But I was detached. Three things hit me in an oddly scientific way. One I wasn’t breathing, and that was fine, I hadn’t really thought about it, but I was in this host, and the host was technically a robot, oxygen wasn’t necessary, which would make a cock down my throat blocking my airway perfectly safe. Two, This body had no gag reflex, seriously, no resistance at all, and actually felt wonderful in the back of my throat, like it was my cock in my throat and not his, so the bots’ mouths are clearly erogenous zones. And three, I hadn’t noticed until just this moment, but my saliva wasn’t like normal spit, it seemed more like a natural lubricant, which made the cock sliding in and out of my mouth much more comfortable. Why do I feel like there should not be anything ‘comfortable’ about him face fucking me?

But once I got past those detached observations the reality came slamming down on me again, I was sucking cock. Me, a straight man, who paid to slam my cock down some bimbos throat, was getting some cock slammed down my throat, and there I was holding on to his legs for dear life as he pumped in and out of me, and and I just made happy gurgling sounds moving my head back and forth to get him off. After several minutes, He grabbed the back of my hair and pulled me off and started shooting his load on my face. I giggled and moaned, and my hand went up to help him jerk off to it. Stream after stream splashed across my face and chest. And then he took a step back and continued to beat himself off, making sure every last drop he could squeeze out had landed on me.

When he was done he tucked his dick back in his shorts, and looked down, “The advertisements were not wrong about this place, you service girls are the sluttiest I have ever seen.”

“Thanks. I just really, really like sucking cock!” I told him back with my huskiest voice while mentally screaming, ‘Not true!’ And as he walked away, I found myself just relaxing on the chair for a little while.

Some time later, hard to say how long, but most of the cum had dried, though not all of it... I heard another guy say, “Excuse me miss, but you have something on your face.”

I looked up and smiled, “It's cum, I know some guys like sloppy seconds.” and giggled. A moment later, “My name is Brandi, Brandi with an i, Do you like sloppy seconds? cuz I’d love to suck your cock.”

He smirked, “Service girl on autopilot. Wonder what you did to piss your boss off… anyway.. Yeah… I’d love for you to suck my cock.” and then he looked behind me, “Guys, service girl on autopilot, who wants in?

The three guys circled around me. And I felt the dampness around my crotch, and wondered if this was the algorithms, or the rumored secret pheromones that the bots used to trigger one another. It didn’t do much for my mental libido though…

One of the guys helped me up, and another took my place on the lounge chair, I moved my bikini bottoms to the side without removing them, and started to lower myself onto it. Fuck! No! No! No! Oh… that actually felt kinda nice… but still I don’t want that… whoa.. Really nice… I heard a primal moan escape my throat as one of the other guys positioned himself behind me and started to push into my ass…

Exit only! “Ohhh.. deeper!” is what I said, but I was really trying to say, “Get the fuck out!” while hating the fact that I was enjoying that too. I’m guessing it feels better for women, or bots… or both… And then the first guy was in front of me, his hard cock bouncing up and down in front of me. I smiled, and greedily took it into my mouth…

I was certainly not expecting to have my first triple penetration experience on this vacation, let alone in the first few hours... I couldn’t believe how aroused my body was, and I was embarrassed by how much the sounds I made seemed to say I was really into it.

The fist guy finally came in my mouth, at least the first spurt… he held my hair with is bfist and pulled back to shoot the rest, and there was a lot of cum, it dribbled out of my mouth, onto my tits, and lower as one of the others yelled, “Not on me!”

I giggled, and started to lift myself up off of him, “Don’t worry, I’ll clean you up if you want to scoot up.” and he did. The other guy was still pounding my ass as the pussy-guy had his cum coated stomach licked clean by my tongue, and then I went down further and started sucking his cock as well, timing my thrusts with the thrusts of the man behind me. Ass-man came first, and then I focused my attention on sucking pussy-man off, and then the streams started shooting and he pulled my head off of him and made sure that it hit my face and chest. And there was so much of it. Like his dick just didn’t not want to stop. But it did and the three men wandered off talking about watching some of the girls playing volleyball.

I felt like a glazed donut. As I sat back down, and literally laid there for about a half an hour before I got up and walked to the small hut and entered, I had no idea what My body was doing, until I saw the shower. For some reason that was actually nice, because I had no problems whatsoever with looking cleaner. I stayed under the water scrubbing the cum off my body while looking in the mirror. When I dried off, I blow dried my hair, and it took so long, is that really how women of the early 21st century dried their hair with those gun thingies? Took a little while and my body seemed to know how to do the makeup already. So that was easy, and kinda nice, since that was about ten to fifteen minutes of me not trying to suck cock.

By the time I returned to the pool, there were actually a lot more service girls sitting around, and less men. I went back to my seat and relaxed back in the sun. I was laying there for a lot longer than the first couple of encounters when I finally heard a voice, “Hey, you a service bot?”

I opened my eye sand looked up at a muscular man, my eyes running over him as if I was interested, I nodded my head saying, “Hi, I’m Brandi, Brandi with-”

“Shut up, Open wide.” And as much as I wanted to protest, my body stopped talking, smiled and opened wide. He dropped his pants, stepped around my seat so each leg was on either side of the beach chair and then he grabbed my head and started hammering it on it. And each thrust made my pussy wetter, I wanted to fight it, but I had no urge to do so.Instead I found my body was automatically doing what it could to give him any and all extra stimulation, until the sudden rush of intensity, and I knew he was about to cum. He then he forced his cock in at such an odd angle and… and… it exploded out of my nose… oh fucking god no… no… ewww… And then he pumped a little longer as a free more spurts shot down into my mouth, and finally he withdrew not even giving a simple ‘Thanks’

But the one thought that did give me some relief, was that Al did tell me five blowjobs and I could go over to the bar. So that was confirmed when I got up and did the whole shower thing again… and to my relief the body found a way to clear the sinuses to… that was soo gross.

Soooo grosssss.

But instead of putting on my red bikini again, I found myself putting on some slutty red dress and matching high heels. Shit, I didn’t know how to wear heels… But as I started walking away, I found relief that my body probably had an algorithm going and it came natural.

The bar was open air, and the constant breeze from the ocean was nice. But I was surprised about one thing, the bar stools were not authentic early twenty first century they were twenty second century… But I found myself walking up to them anyway, it was elongated, made for ‘bottoms to bend over at the waist and rest their weight on their elbows. Essentially show off their asses, and in some seedier places, allow people to be fucked right at the bar… and oh shit... I was going to be fucked at the bar.

I was sipping my third gin and tonic when I felt my skirt being lifted and without prompting, I giggled. I didn’t even introduce myself. My panties were pulled to the side, and I just felt a large member slide between my lips… and not the ones on my mouth. I let out a low groan as the man started pumping himself in and out of me. The sounds that came out of my mind lack surprise or revulsion which was coating my mind like a thick syrup, but the sounds did encourage him. Fucking auto-pilot. And then she felt the spurt inside her, a slight warmth, and he withdrew. He tapped something to the back of my neck and I saw a digital image appear in front of me, ‘You received a tip.’ and a dollar amount. Well thank fuck for small things… I didn’t want a tip, I wanted control of my body back…

It wasn’t long before I felt the cum dripping out of my pussy, and running down my leg… ewww… And it wasn’t long after that, that another guy was starting inside. No one talked, just had their way with me, and it was going to be hours before ten.

Around 7:30, I felt someone put their hands on my ass, give it a couple slaps and I giggled. His voice was sexier than most, “Well used I see.”

“My name’s Brandi, Brandi with an ‘i’ want me to suck your cock?”

He let out an annoyed sound, “Not now, just stay wet, I’m enjoying pussy a lot more than I expected to today.”

“Okay, have fun!” I cheerfully told him… seriously, what else was he going to do. But as he slid in, I found myself gasping out in surprise pain, he was fucking huge and stretching me out in ways I didn’t think was possible.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” he asked with genuine curiosity in his voice.

“Yeah, you’re very big, but it hurts in a good way, keep going.”

He laughed, “I will.” and then proceeded to give me a pounding that left me on the verge of an orgasm before he came, leaving me without… and asking me how long I’d be here, I told him until midnight. He told me he needed to refill his balls but might come back to take me up on my offer of a blow job. I encouraged him cheerfully, as if a cock that big would fit in my throat.

He left, and one of the bouncers suggested I clean up and lead me to a cleaning area. I was shocked at the amount of cum that coated my legs that had seeped out of my pussy. I cleaned it in a very detached and automatic way before making my way back to the bar. The men seemed to come in frequently, and I’m not sure if I was referring to the bar, or my pussy, but there were a lot of patrons. I had to clean myself a few times as I waited for midnight constantly getting railed by the fuckers… and yes, that was a literal description just as much as an opinion.

And finally midnight was almost there, 11:58. And I felt a tap on my shoulder, the man with the painfully big cock was there, and wanted to take me to a private room, and I remembered those shit words, that I had to work here until midnight or the last customer before midnight was done with me… Well fuck.

We made it back to the private room, and he told me to take his clothes off. I was actually surprised his dick was not two feet long, it was roughly the same size as most of the men around here.I couldn’t even fathom why it was painful. But in a moment he was naked, and then he started unwrapping me, leaving me in just my heels. Now I knew how Delphina felt, I had her do that a few times.

He laid back and had me suck his cock. I was slow and sensual and as much as my mind protested every lick, suckle and slurp, by all outward appearances, I was enjoying the hell out of it, and he did as well. Except he stopped me several times to make me start over and after over an hour, put me on my knees and held my head then proceeded to face fuck me. And when he came, his sword was buried in my throat forcing me to swallow every drop.

“Give me a minute and we’ll move on to round two, I filled my balls up with seven orgasms worth, and I’m going to use them all on you…” he informed me.

all I could think was ‘Oh, fuck me…’ and not in the inviting way. But auto-pilot told him that it was the most exciting thing she-slash-I had heard all night…

It was around 4am when he finished the last one. Almost any real free time I had was gone. I had to charge for four hours and that left me 2 hours to myself… and that included my desire to try and reason with Al again.

Fuck me.

We said our goodbyes and I still wasn’t in control. Auto-pilot led me to a building, and I was taken to a room. There was a blue ring next to the light switch.

I started talking and it took me a second to realize auto-pilot was talking to me. “Dear user. I would like to inform you that you will resume control in a few moments. When I or you put our hand in the blue circle in our quarters, it will erase any mental conditioning as well as disable the auto-pilot. If you lay in that bed behind you, our batteries will recharge. It is currently 4:17am and you are expected at an assignment seminar before 10am. You will need four hours to fully recharge. If you do not know where to go, you can say, ‘Auto-pilot’ please take me to my 10am appointment, and the autopilot will engage, it is recommended you use this at least 20 minutes before your time if you are in your room.” And with that I pressed my hand to the glowing blue circle, and felt the autopilot shut off and I was suddenly in control… I needed a shower… and I took one… I felt dirty, I scrubbed and scrubbed.

it was 5am by the time I got into bed… and found myself instantly asleep.

To Be Continued.

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