I decided that I didn't really feel like traveling - but figured I could still give the locals a break from me. So, I had recently read about a small island (only 586 acres called Petite Martinique. It is a small island in the Grenadines with a population of only about 900 people - nearly all boat builders or fisherman. It should be the perfect way to entertain myself over a long weekend! No one will even know what the hell happened - or care for that matter.
I went down to my massive basement and got ready. First, focused on filling it with salt water to about my knees. Since it is my day off, I am only wearing my dirty old jockstrap. It's pretty soiled - lots of cum, piss and a smattering of blood from my recent playthings. Next, I focus on the island, shrink it down and transport it all the way up here to the good US of A. I have the lights dimmed, so as to have surprise on my side.
The island appeared in the middle of my basement and by the size of things, the inhabitants must have been around one inch tall. I turned on a bright flashlight and started to get an idea of what I had in store. The island was very cute. It had nice hills and cheap looking shack-like homes - mostly right on the water. The beaches were adorable and there were tiny boats everywhere.
People started coming out of their huts and screaming in confusement. I decided to start having fun right away...
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