Bestiality Island – Part 1: The Dog

Barbie Lez awoke with the worst headache of her life. In fact, it was the worst headache in the history of headaches. But the first thing the eighteen-year-old noticed was not her pounding head or the sun’s hot rays on her skin. It was something long and slimy slithering across her face.

Normally, she would have jumped to her feet, ready to fight for dear life. But every muscle in her body was sore. She immediately began wondering what had had happened to her. Had she been in a car crash? Little did she know, that was not far from the truth. But the events leading to her painful return to reality would have to wait. Something hot and wet that kept sliding across her face and she desperately wanted to figure out what it was.

Her eyes fluttered open and she was momentarily blinded by the light. Once her vision had acclimated to the bright surroundings, she peered up to find a large dog standing over her. His head hovered mere inches above hers and that long, slimy tongue of his slid back and forth across her face.

“Get away!” she yelled. At least she tried. But her throat felt like sand paper and only a muffled moan escaped. However, it was enough to scare off the large canine.

Once she was safe, Barbie took a few moments to gather her strength. During that time, she glanced up at the sky. It was completely blue and without a single cloud. But the sun was nowhere to be seen, which meant it was either early or late.

“Where am I?” she wondered. Unfortunately, her current position made answering that question impossible.

It took a few minutes, but she eventually found the strength to sit. Her head was still pounding and her vision was slightly blurry, but she was still able to notice the sun rising in the distance. It was morning.

The next thing she noticed was that she was seated on a beach. The sand was the purest shade of white and the nearby water reflected the sky, giving it a blue tint. She glanced around and noticed a few palm trees. Wherever she was, it was tropical.

It took Barbie a while to notice certain details. Like the fact that the beach was littered with junk. There were plastic glasses, towels, suitcases and all sorts of other random items. But it was not until she spotted a large shape that things finally started making sense. Standing a dozen feet to her left was a man. Or rather what was left of him. His body was completely carbonized and there was no doubt in the young woman’s mind that whoever the poor shmuck had been, he was now dead. This should have shocked Barbie, but it actually brought a smile to her lips.

“I know what happened to me,” she realized. Images started flashing before her mind’s eyes, telling her exactly what had happened. She remembered boarding the plane. She even recalled the boring-ass movie that was playing. The first part of the flight was calm. But then they hit turbulence. She clearly membered struggling to fasten her seatbelt as the plane bounced around on the unstable air currents. But before she could, the plane plummeted. The last thing she saw was the ceiling flying down toward her. Then nothing but darkness.

“I was in a plane crash!” she realized. But it was not until she peered down at herself that this theory was proven correct. Her clothes were torn to shreds and she was covered in filth from head to toe. But she was otherwise unharmed. It was a veritable miracle.

Though realizing she had survived a plane crash should have been her primary concern, she was busy freaking about her grimy appearance. But that was because her brain preferred to focus on something mundane rather than facing the reality of her situation.

“I need to get cleaned up,” she realized. Gathering what little strength had returned to her body, she got to her feet. Her legs were wobbly, but she still managed to reach the water. Taking shaky step after shaky step, she marched deeper into the water until it reached her waist. She then took a seat in the salty liquid and started cleaning herself.

It took well over ten minutes, but she eventually managed to extract every last speck of dirt from her body. By the time she returned to shore, she was back to her usual flawless self.

She had long, platinum-blonde hair with a few pink highlights. Her eyes were the same blue as the ocean and her fleshy lips were chapped from exposure to salt water. She had left her shredded clothes behind and now had nothing left to cover up her flawless body. Her firm, D-Cup boobs thus remained in plain sight. As did her bouncy ass and tight, clean-shaven pussy. But her lack of clothes also put her large, bright-pink birthmark in evidence. It was shaped like the lesbian symbol and seemed to hover between her pussy and navel.

Upon realizing she was naked, Barbie started freaking out. That is until she remembered there was no one there to spy on her. But instead of calming her down, this realization freaked her out even more.

“I’m alone!” she realized. Once quick glance at her surroundings told her she was right. The beach was littered with remnants of the crash. There were personal belongings, detached parts of the plane and even a few bodies. But no one else had survived. For the first time in her life, Barbie was completely, utterly alone. Even worse, she was stranded on what could very well be a deserted island in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean.

She started seriously freaking out, but soon realized that would do no good. If she planned on surviving, she first had to familiarize herself with her surroundings. She glanced around and studied every detail. The beach she had washed up on stretched on for a little over a dozen feet before the sand turned to grass. The grass itself went on for a couple hundred feet before reaching a forest. And from the looks of it, an endless ocean of trees covered the rest of the island.