Story: Eden Island   
      
   by bobandcarole   
      
      
       INTRODUCTION   
      
       In 1960, the United States government negotiated a deal with the Mexican   
   government to buy a small island off the coast of Baja California.  The   
   island was about twice the size of Manhattan and large enough to build a   
   small community, which is what the U.S.  set out to do, under the direction   
   of Dr.  Lana Watson.  She was a medical doctor who had been a pioneer in   
   the field of psychological disorders.  Dr.  Watson's proposal had been to   
   build a small inmate holding facility on the island in order to conduct   
   research.  The U.S.  government granted the request, under the condition   
   that the project remain secret.  They envisioned the island becoming a   
   prison for dangerous inmates and political liabilities.   
      
       The secrecy was not a problem for Dr Watson.  She had her own plans for   
   the island.   
      
       The island itself was the perfect choice for such a facility.  It was   
   150 miles from shore, far enough to remain undisturbed.  It was located   
   over a region with high geothermal activity, which provided an ideal   
   renewable energy source.  Combined with extremely fair weather, the   
   inhabitants would be able to grow their own crops and food sources.  Once   
   the proper facilities were built, the island would be in effect   
   self-sustaining with little need for outside intervention.   
      
       By 1963, the island was ready.  A geothermal power plant had been   
   contracted first, followed by the inmate facility.  Following Dr Watson's   
   plans, construction crews built a small community complete with streets,   
   homes, hospitals and schools, as well as commercial and industrial   
   buildings.  All that remained was to find a group of colonists.   
      
       Dr Watson and her team carefully screened the applicants, finally   
   settling on a group of 750 colonists.  There were 350 men and 400 women,   
   ranging in age from 22 to 34 years old.  By the time they arrived on the   
   island, they were well-aware of what they were instructed to do.   
      
       Dr Watson's plan was for the island to be a naturist colony.  This was   
   not odd, in and of itself, but she wanted to go one step further and have   
   the island be free of any sexual taboo.  Thus the colonists were encouraged   
   to procreate, but they were told their children should be raised in a   
   freely sexual environment.  The terms pedophilia, incest, and molestation   
   would not exist on the island because they would be normal, everyday   
   occurrences.   
      
       It was Dr Watson's hypothesis that sexual trauma would not exist on the   
   island either.  She named the island Eden in hopes that she was right.   
      
      
      
       CHAPTER ONE   
      
       2006   
      
      
      
       IN THE MORNING   
      
       "Claire!  Wake up sweetie, it's time to get ready for school!"   
      
       The seven year old girl sat up groggily at the sound of her mother'   
   voice.  She stumbled out of her bed, naked, and trudged toward the   
   bathroom. She washed face and brushed her teeth, half awake.  Her lightly   
   tanned skin had some pillow and sheet marks but she knew they would   
   eventually disappear.  Claire didn't bother to brush her dark auburn hair   
   which was straight and short, ending in a bob just below her ears, giving   
   her the appearance of a quintessential tomboy: boyish yet unquestionably   
   feminine.  Finished with her morning routing, the young girl went   
   downstairs.   
      
       "Well!  Look who's awake," her father said, setting down his teacup.  He   
   was sitting at the kitchen table, reading the newspaper, as her mother   
   bustled about the kitchen.  They were both naked as well.  Claire walked up   
   to her father and gave him her customary morning kiss on the cheek.  As she   
   leaned in to kiss him, her hand propped herself up on his right thigh,   
   brushing against his penis.   
      
       "Here's your oatmeal, honey," her mother said, kissing her forehead.   
      
       "Can I go watch cartoons while I eat, Mommy?" Claire asked.   
      
       "All right," her mother consented.  "But only for fifteen minutes, or   
   else you'll miss the bus to school."   
      
       Claire picked up her bowl of oatmeal and went into the living room.  She   
   didn't like sitting on the leather couch because it was usually too cold   
   against her bare bum so the little girl parked herself on the floor.  She   
   picked up the remote and idly flipped through a few channels.   
      
       Channel 4 had the morning news.  Both news anchors were naked as the did   
   their morning broadcast.   
      
       Channel 7 had a movie that showed two adults having sex.  Claire watched   
   briefly for a few seconds as the man anally penetrated the woman before   
   changing the channel.   
      
       Channel 8 was a cooking show.  The young girl wrinkled her face at the   
   man's pot belly and tiny penis.   
      
       Channel 9 was another movie, this one showing a woman and a little girl   
   about Claire's age giving oral pleasure to a man.  The woman was giving the   
   little girl tips.  "That's right," she said, "flick your tongue on the base   
   of his penis.  Feel it twitch in your mouth?" Her interest piqued, Claire   
   watched a bit before and changing the channel again.   
      
       Channel 11 had the cartoon she wanted.  Claire set down the remote   
   control, remembering to eat her oatmeal as she watched.  She laughed as the   
   cat and mouse chased each other.  Soon the episode was over and the   
   commercials came on.   
      
       "Is your young girl growing up?" the man on TV asked.  "Make sure she   
   gets the training she needs with Young and Ready, the anal plug designed to   
   help little girls get ready for that special day with daddy."   
      
       Suddenly, Claire remembered.  She switched off the TV and grabbed her   
   empty bowl.  "Mommy!" she said, running into the kitchen.  "I forgot to put   
   my plug in!"   
      
       "Oh honey," her mother said, wiping her hands on a towel.  "Why don't   
   you run upstairs and get it, and I'll put it in for you." Claire dashed   
   upstairs to fetch the kit.  She returned seconds later, breathless.   
      
       "Okay, Mommy!"   
      
       "Let's see then..." her mother said, opening the kit.  Inside were a   
   series of six graduated anal plugs.  The smallest was size two which was   
   about as big as a tampon.  The largest was size twelve.  It measured almost   
   seven inches and was almost as big as Claire's wrist in diameter.  "What   
   size are you at honey?"   
      
       "Size six, Mommy," Claire told her.  Her mother selected the right one   
   and began to apply the lubricant.  Size six was still relatively small at   
   only 3 inches in length but it was much thicker than her previous size.   
      
       "Honey, why don't you get up on this chair for me?" her mother asked.   
   "That's right, just push your bottom out towards me a bit.  That's perfect,   
   sweetie."   
      
       Claire held her breath as she felt the cool tip of the butt plug slide   
   against her puckered anal opening.  Her mother began twirling it against   
   her bottom, distributing the lube as she applied some gentle pressure.  She   
   felt her bottom yield reluctantly to the intruder.   
      
      
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