The Island
by DrippingTap

It was a Saturday night and the nightlife on the island of San Tomas was booming. Nearly every bar and club was packed to bursting and the music was bumping loud and unrestrained. The small Caribbean island state was a big tourist destination and was real popular with young adults. It was a lush tropical paradise; the main city of Santa Ynes was a picturesque place built in the old Spanish colonial style. Many of the world’s best DJ’s would come in here to do sets and time and time again, the island proved why it was one of the most popular tourist destinations in the Western Hemisphere.
While San Tomas was accessible and open to tourists of all kinds, there were differences in the groups of people that visited. The bulk of the island’s visitors were your average everyday people who worked honest jobs back home or attended college (the island was VERY popular with the spring break crowd) and most of them were resigned to having fun on a budget. They mostly stayed on San Tomas’ more touristy western end where there were numerous high rise chain hotels and resorts that didn’t charge thousands of dollars a day for rooms and amenities.
Then there was the jet-set crowd. They were the trust fund babies, the rich kids, the ones for whom money was a laughable concern at best. While they came mostly from Europe, South America, and the US, there were people of all different nationalities to be found, but the common ground between them was that they all had money to burn. While a few of them were honest hardworking self-made success stories, most were simply silver spoon-bred elites who looked down their noses at the tourists who stayed on the west side. Instead of the high rises and resorts, the jet-set crowd mostly stayed at their private beach houses or luxury condos on the island’s east side or in a pinch, the very exclusive private resorts and spas that dotted El Primo, the extinct volcano to the city’s north.
While the two groups rarely met each other, the clubs were the one place where the crowds mixed. Resorts and spas could be found on both ends of the island, but the best clubs could be found only in the downtown entertainment district and that was neutral ground. During the tourist season and on weekends, these clubs were the place to be on San Tomas and anyone who liked fun would make it a point to drop in and party hard. Tensions still arose though as many of the tourists resented being treated like trash by the jet-setters and the jet-setters resented having to share the island with these “impoverished degenerates.”
The self-styled “Queen of San Tomas” was Zara Martinez. The daughter of a South American shipping magnate and a Southern belle of a beauty queen from Alabama, the combination of beautiful genes and money had produced a knockout of a young woman. A brunette with blonde highlights, she stood about 5’6 or 5’7 with a body that girls across the world would die to have; slim waisted and long legged and what little fat she had on her only served to give her body seductive curvature. While her friends often compared her to Kim Kardashian and had even gone as far as saying the two of them looked like long lost sisters, Zara was quick to shrug that off, saying that if she was a long-lost sister of Kim K’s, that she was definitely the hotter version. The only thing that she had not been blessed with were “ample breasts” and so she had undergone the required surgery to turn her natural B-cup breasts into perfect C-cups; after all, “C’s are for women, D’s are for whores,” as she liked to say. Suffice it to say that while she was very well-known in the jet-set and local scenes as an outright hottie and got the celebrity treatment nearly everywhere she went, courtesy of daddy’s credit card, she was also known as a total bitch and had made many enemies amongst both the locals and her rich counterparts. She used and discarded men like toothbrushes, playing them out until they no longer served a need and then discarding them. She went through actual female friends even faster. She would kick bouncers who tried to calm her down, spit on bartenders who tried to cut her off or didn’t serve her fast enough, or harass anyone who got in her way. And since her father could pull strings and get any bouncer or bartender on the island fired, very few people got in her way.
Tonight she strolled into a club, resplendent and sexy in a low-cut black designer dress that stopped just short of showing her goods to the world, and high black pumps. Her usual entourage of “friends” and hang-arounds followed her in through the velvet-roped VIP entrance. Trying to make their way through the crowded dance floor to their VIP table, they were constantly jostled and pushed in the natural way of club navigation. Frustrated that they should even have to put up with these peons, they began rudely shoving people out of their way, pausing only to throw exasperated glances at them as they forced their way through the crowd. The people they hit often turned to cuss out whoever had rudely hit them, but stopped once they recognized “The Queen of San Tomas.” Little Zara had enough clout with many of the club owners to get you blacklisted if she didn’t like you and that had happened more than a few times until virtually no one had the balls to fuck with her. As Zara rudely reached out to shove one tall guy out of the way, he lost his balance and nearly fell, almost knocking another girl next to him to the ground in the process and causing her to spill her drink all over Zara’s expensive black dress and Zara to stop and scream in anger and frustration.
“All right! Who’s the fucking bitch who just spilled their fucking sloppy drink all over my expensive Mizukawa original!” screamed Zara as fruity-smelling liquor dripped from her dress and upper body.
The “fucking bitch” was Lauren Han, a college student who was taking this trip with some friends as a getaway from the rigid workload of Princeton. The daughter of Korean immigrants who had arrived penniless in the United States and worked hard to open a small grocery in one of the shittiest neighborhoods in LA, Lauren had worked hard to achieve the American dream and go to Princeton. She was widely acclaimed as a beautiful girl in her circle of friends and while she wasn’t nearly as striking as Zara was, there weren’t many guys who wouldn’t break their necks to get a second look at her back home. While she sported the typical slim Asian girl build at 5’6 with a slim frame and B-cup breasts, she wasn’t a pushover by any means; she frequently spoke out for herself and had dreams of becoming a trial lawyer after completing law school. Nobody would push her around, but she was a reasonable person and an honest one who believed in making things right.
“Hey I’m sorry,” she said with a look of genuine concern on her face. “It was my drink, I’m so sorry. If there’s anything I can do to apologize and make things right, help you get cleaned up or buy you guys a couple of drinks to make amends, I’d like to do that.”
Zara was too pissed to even listen to Lauren’s reasonable request. With all the forgiveness and humility of a Roman emperor, she turned to face Lauren. “Listen bitch!”she snarled, jabbing her finger into Lauren’s collarbones. “I don’t need your fucking pity or your fucking drinks. You know who you’re dealing with? I fucking run this island and I don’t need your sympathy, so fuck you. What I want from you is a fucking heartfelt apology…..no better yet, get down on your knees and do it, so we can all see how sorry you are for fucking with me.”
Lauren’s blood was starting to rise, but she tried her best to keep it contained. “Look I don’t see why you’re being so difficult,” she said, trying to keep her temper in check. “I said I was sorry and offered to buy you and your girls some drinks to make amends. Let’s just settle this all like adults.”
“Are you trying to say I’m a fucking child!?” screamed Zara, practically in Lauren’s face. “Fucking take it back bitch! Better yet, just kneel down and apologize and I can get through being done with your slut ass.”
Lauren had had enough. “You know what then, forget it. Fuck you. I was more than reasonable to you and I went out of my way to apologize even though your dumb ass was the one who pushed this guy into me in the first place. If you can’t act like an adult, then maybe you should get the fuck out of the club,” she said angrily, turning back to her friends on the dance floor.
In a rage at being backtalked to, Zara howled in anger. As Lauren turned her back, Zara kicked her full force in the lower back with her stiletto heels, sending all her bodily force into Lauren’s body. Gasping for air and in pain, the young Asian coed dropped to her knees, totally caught off guard by the violence of Zara’s sneak attack. Reaching out with her right hand, Zara grabbed a handful of Lauren’s ponytail, supported her bruised back with her left, and with strength that belied her small frame, literally swung the petite Asian girl in the direction of the bar where she slammed full force into the side, colliding with several sets of legs and a couple of bar stools in the process.
Lauren lay there stunned, stars dancing around her eyes as she tried to make some sense of what had just happened. Storming over to her, Zara swung back a lean leg and delivered a swift kick to Lauren’s stomach, causing her to double over in pain. “Fucking bitch!” spat Zara as she continued to deliver kicks to Lauren’s prone body. “Teach you to fuck with me!” Reaching out, she pulled the groggy Asian coed to her feet and delivered a vicious open handed slap that sent Lauren spinning around and collapsing face down on the bar, where she lay groggy and groaning in pain.
“This little bitch thinks she’s some hot shit!” crowed Zara. “I’m gonna show her what it means to mess with the Queen!” Stepping forward, she flipped Lauren over onto her back, sweeping bottles of alcohol and glasses to the floor as she did. With both hands she reached out and grabbing the neck of Lauren’s stylish v-neck vest top, ripped it in half, sending buttons flying across the bar, then violently yanked the torn halves apart, exposing Lauren’s perky B-cup tits to everyone around. Not wanting bra straps to show under the shoulderless top, she had chosen to wear black circular pasties over her nipples instead, a fact that Zara began to mock immediately. People had already crowded around them, but now they began to press closer to get a look at the nearly-knocked out coed’s nearly naked breasts.
“Look at the little slut’s pasties!” laughed Zara. “She looks like a little chink stripper! Sucky sucky five dollah!” she said, laughing uproariously at her joke. “Anyone want to see the little China girl’s nipples?” With a set of perfectly manicured fingernails she peeled off both pasties before delicately letting them drop to the floor. As Lauren struggled to get up, the young heiress launched a vicious right into the Asian coed’s jaw, dropping her back to the bar unconscious. “Didn’t know I could hit like that, didja bitch?” giggled the South American beauty evilly.
“I’ve got a better idea!” shouted Zara. “Who wants to see me strip the little slut naked?” A shout of mostly male approval rang out over the music and in affirmation, Zara climbed up on the bar next to the unconscious Asian girl. Her hands quickly made short work of Lauren’s belt and then quickly unbuttoned and unzipped her skinny jeans before pulling them off Lauren’s slim legs. Tossing the jeans over the bar, the young heiress snickered at the white silk thong Lauren wore under her jeans. “Those undies are way too cute for a slut like you,” she laughed before reaching up and yanking Lauren’s thong off and down her legs, revealing her bald pussy. “At least you shaved. Probably planning on getting fucked tonight, huh, you dirty ho.”
Kneeling down next to Lauren’s spread legs, Zara posed for several pictures as her “friends” snapped shots of her next to Asian coed’s naked crotch like a big game hunter would pose over a kill. Unbeknown to Zara or her friends though, Lauren was beginning to regain consciousness and the feel of the cool air over her naked body and the throbbing pain in her jaw was enough for her to deduce what had happened to her: Zara had sucker-punched her and stripped her naked. Rage fumed up in Lauren, but her body was still struggling to recover and so she couldn’t quite get up yet.
Zara was totally enjoying herself to a sadistic level. Her hands squeezed Lauren’s breasts in a viselike grip, her fingernails raking bloody scratches in the Asian coed’s tits and gouging and tugging at her hard nipples. Reaching over for a bottle of tequila behind the bar, she began liberally pouring it all over Lauren’s bare breasts, drenching her B-cup tits in alcohol. Then she cupped Lauren’s mouth just below the chin, forcing it open, and forcefully began pouring the tequila down her throat. Lauren coughed and sputtered as the alcohol forced its way into her mouth and nasal passages, burning as it went. However as she struggled to regain a form of control, she let her throat close, holding the fiery liquid in her mouth and as Zara bent over her laughing, Lauren spit the mouthful of Patron full on into Zara’s eyes.
“What the fuck?!” Zara screamed as she staggered backwards, her eyes full of burning alcohol. “I can’t fucking see! You cheapshotting little cunt!”
“CHEAP SHOT? ME!?” laughed Lauren in derision, not minding at the moment that she was stark naked in front of a club full of people. “You’re the little pussy who kicked me in the back when I wasn’t looking, then sucker punched me in the jaw, stripped me naked when I was passed out, and tried to fucking play with me in front of all your fake friends here, you sick cunt. You know I think everyone here has had enough of “the Queen” and well “Your Majesty,” I’m going to kick your fucking ass here in front of everyone so they can see how much of a pussy you really are!” Loud cheering and whistling rang out across the club as the patrons realized that they were about to see “Queen Zara” finally get her comeuppance at the hands of this total hometown USA hottie.
Zara had barely started wiping the alcohol from her eyes when Lauren stepped up and launched herself at the prissy princess. With vengeance in her eyes, Lauren hocked a knee right into Zara’s womanhood, eliciting a primal scream of pain that dropped her to the ground. Climbing atop of the stunned South American beauty, Lauren sat firmly on Zara’s stomach. Pinning her hands together above her head with one hand, she delivered a series of heavy backhanded slaps to Zara’s perfect face, one after another, the sound of punishment ringing out through the air. Cheers resounded through the club every time the back of Lauren’s hand slammed into Zara’s face. A couple of Zara’s male hangarounds tried to make a move to pull Lauren off her, but before they could make a move, a group of male bar patrons jumped them and began beating them bloody while cursing at them to “stay the fuck out of this fight.”
Lauren’s face was flushed with exertion as she continued to deliver backhand after backhand to Zara’s face. Climbing off her stomach, she pulled the wobbly heiress to her legs and then delivered two solid punches to the gut, causing Zara to double over in pain.
As Lauren readied the knockout punch though, Zara summoned the last of her strength, rushing forward to shoulder tackle the Asian coed like an NFL linebacker and slam her up against the bar. With a loud thump Lauren gasped as the air was knocked out of her, but managed to leverage herself so that she unbalanced Zara and the two of them toppled to the floor grappling with one another. Zara initially got the better of it, climbing on top of Lauren and grabbing a large hunk of her hair with one hand and gripping Lauren’s already tender and cut right breast with the other, skewering the nipple with a nail. Lauren grimaced in pain, but collected herself, and as Zara began painfully yanking on Lauren’s black tresses, the Asian girl reached up with both hands and forcefully ripped the top part of Zara’s dress in half. Her perfect but fake 32-C breasts bounced as they were freed from their restraints and Zara gasped in embarrassment, letting go of Lauren’s hair and tits to try and cover her breasts in an attempt at modesty.
“Bad idea,” snarled Lauren as she threw a vicious uppercut into the left side of Zara’s jaw, snapping the South American girl’s head back with a sickening thud. Zara nearly flew in the opposite direction as her body lifted upwards from the hit and she slammed hard into the unyielding floor of the club, so hard that it knocked the wind out of her. Somehow Zara managed to stay conscious, though her face was now a bloody mess, blood streaming from her mouth and nose due to the repeated hits to the face, with a number of swelling bruises along her jaw. Lauren looked pretty beat up too; there were purple bruises all over her naked body and she would have a shiner in the morning, but she was undoubtedly the better off of the two.
Zara’s vision was spinning, but pure rage and adrenaline kept her on her feet. There was no way that this chinky eyed bitch was going to beat her in her own domain, it was time to show her what true blue blood was made of. With a screaming Amazon war cry, she launched herself at Lauren, and was quickly swept off her feet and pulled to the ground, where Lauren locked her from behind with a grip on her neck. Panic welling up in her, Zara frantically tried to kick out, only to have Lauren yank up the bottom of her torn dress and claw at Zara’s pussy with her free hand, digging her nails into the sensitive flesh of Zara’s clit. Zara screamed and cried, tears coursing down her face as she begged and pleaded for someone, anyone to help her out, that she would give money to whoever helped her, that she would even fuck whoever helped her, but to no avail. Zara had spit on everyone far too many times and now she was on her own.
Pain racked through Zara’s body as she lost focus on trying to struggle out of the debilitating hold, the pain in her pussy being all that she could think about. As she began losing the struggle to escape Lauren’s strong grip, the world began to fade around her and finally it went black. The “Queen” had been overthrown. The last thing she remembered before slipping into unconsciousness was a bunch of cheering and someone screaming “Stuck up bitch got what she deserved! FUCK HER GOOD!”
Lauren let Zara’s unconscious head drop to the floor amidst wild cheers. Standing up, she went over to the pile of discarded clothes and gingerly managed to step into her jeans and pull the tattered remains of her v-neck top around her bare breasts. Once she was clothed, she turned around and watched the crowd surround her beaten rival’s unconscious body. The surging crowd lifted the defeated heiress over their heads, her limp unconscious head, legs, and hands dangling in the air. Lauren watched as male hands reached up to grope Zara’s firm ass and roughly grab her large fake tits. Part of her wanted to step in and stop what was going to happen, but her body remembered too vividly the abuse that she had suffered at the hands of that bitch.
She watched as Zara was dumped onto the bar, her arms pinned and held down by two strong men who had previously been used and discarded by Zara as playthings. The remnants of Zara’s once-sleek and stylish dress were ripped from her battered body and discarded, leaving her naked except for her skimpy panties. Lauren looked on without emotion as Zara’s black lace g-string was yanked off and her legs spread wide apart, exposing her battered pussy and brown landing strip of pubic hair above it. She kept watching as one young man, a slumming tourist by the looks of him, stepped between her spread legs, dropped his pants and boxers, and pushed his bare erect cock into her still-unconscious pussy. Loud cheers greeted him as he began to roughly fuck her with little finesse and no tenderness whatsoever. This was for humiliation. Men jockeyed all around, getting their cameras and cell phones out to record the action.
Zara’s head slumped back and rolled off to the side as the young man slammed her pussy over and a over. He bent over her, gripping her fake and circular 32 C’s with both hands from the bottom, pushing her tits up into her chest and using them for leverage as he fucked her hard. His cock pistoned in and out of her and while the battered girl under him was still hotter than any other girl he had ever fucked, her loose and obviously well-used pussy was far from the best he’d ever had. “She’s fucking sloppy!” he shouted in disappointment as he fucked her, but this surprised none of the locals who knew Zara was constantly fucking one guy after another and then fucking them over. Reaching down, he placed his hands on her hips and began slamming her as hard as he could, gripping her waist tightly as he watched her large tits bounce up and down. He pushed his cock in and out of her loose cunt faster and faster until he felt the wave building inside of him and he arched his back, firing a thick sticky jet of cum inside the still-unconscious heiress’s pussy.
“Who else wants a turn at this little rich slut?” he shouted as he pulled up his pants and before he could do anything else, he was swept aside in a crowd of men who mobbed Zara.
That night Lauren became a legend in the San Tomas club scene as the girl who had come out of nowhere and totally humiliated the biggest bitch on the island. She and her friends kept to themselves for the next few days, avoiding the clubs and letting Lauren rest up after her fight, and eventually they flew back to the States. She would go back to Princeton and continue her studies, but the one thing she would never forget was the sight of her beaten rival being swarmed by a crowd of men with a hard cock in every hole and a new pair of rough hands on her breasts every several seconds.
As for Zara, she spent a month recovering from her ordeal, before leaving the island for good, never to return. But the videos of her subsequently getting destroyed and then fucked by a club full of horny patrons would follow her always. Oh how the mighty had fallen.