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Island Pleasures part 1
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Island Pleasures
By T. Picciani
Part 1: Interview
The story begins as a beautiful lady named Ally enters
a very posh restaurant in Los Angeles. She is answering
an ad she had seen in a personal column in one of
the lesser known newspapers that usually carry some of
the more kinky personal ads. The ad read, "In need of a
female subject for long term training program on my
private island. Subject must be natural blonde, slim figure,
and nicely endowed. Subject must be drug and disease
free and non-smoker. S&M, B&D are involved. Subject
must be willing to stay on island for extended period of
time....."
*****
The number was an answering machine. She felt quite
apprehensive about the whole affair at first, what with all
the crime in big cities. But she figured that a criminal
wouldn't say that the activity was on his private island. She
surmised it was for real. So she called. The message
said to wait by the phone and a reply would come in about
2 hours. Sure enough the call came. She was told to ask
for a Mr. Alexander Davis at the Chateau Bleau
Restaurant, a new and very high class place she had
heard rave reviews about.
The occasion would be formal and she was to dress
appropriately. She contemplated how much this Mr.
Alexander would need to examine of her. She decided
that he might want to see her naked or at least partially
unclothed so she kept her outfit simple but sharp. First the
bra would be black lace, followed by a pair of black lace
panties to match. The pink of her nipples could just barely
be seen through the lace and the blonde bush provided a
very pleasant contrast to the harshness of the black
panties. Yes, that would do nicely. At this point she applied
a bit of rouge to her cheeks, and a dark red lipstick that
together added a very nice touch of color to her face. She
looked in the mirror and decided her eyes needed a
bit of work. She gently brushed a small amount of
mascara to build her lashed and added a bit of dark gray
eye shadow to make her eyes look mysterious and lovely.
Next she got out her last pair of black stockings and put
them on, along with a garter belt to hold them in place
against her luscious thighs. Her blouse buttoned in front
and was of a black silk. She allowed as much cleavage to
show as she dared. The skirt was of a gray tweed that
covered her to just above the knees. She put on a pair
of 5 inch spikes and as a final touch added a bit of jewelry,
a nice pair of gold pendent earrings and a ring or two, a
bracelet, and a gold chain necklace. Ally added a bit of
perfume here and there and took one final look in the
mirror.
"Knock em dead!" she heard herself say.
Ally was Allison Medina, a freelance journalist who had
a fair amount of success getting a few magazine articles
published, just enough to live on. She was 24 years old,
long blonde hair, and well proportioned. She was 5' 8" tall
and weighed 140 lbs. She had a body that would make
any high priced model jealous. Her blonde hair came half
way down her back and was full bodied.
She came from a very strict Catholic family. Her father
passed away only 3 years ago from lung cancer. She
watched him suffer for a long time and it took a large toll
on her as she could do little to ease his pain. She did
give up smoking shortly after his death. She really never
enjoyed it that much anyway. It was just a way to take the
edge off a rough day. Her mother was a classic German
family matriarch, dominating her life and making her into a
very respectable woman. She owed much to her. She
had one sister, Janet, just 2 years younger than her who
had married when she was 16 and had given birth to twin
girls at the age of 17.
Then just five weeks ago tragedy struck. It was a rainy
night on a well-traveled stretch of the L. A. Expressway.
Janet and her husband Frank had taken her mother, and
the twins to Disneyland. On the way back, a tractor trailer
carrying a load of propane jackknifed just as it was
entering a tunnel, the same tunnel that the van carrying
Janet and her family was in. The whole thing blew sky
high and killed them and twenty-six other people. She
had no one to turn to, no friends to lean on, no lover, no
boyfriend. She was alone, trying to survive and not doing
a very good job at it. Maybe this was her way out of her
misery.
For the next several weeks she tried to concentrate on
her work, that of taking pictures of costume jewelry for a
Los Angeles jeweler's catalog. One of the models liked to
read bondage magazines and brought one into the studio
that Ally rented. Ally really enjoyed the bondage pictures
and thought it would be fun to be bound like the pictures
portrayed.
So, Ally began to search for erotic book stores. She
really only wanted to read the stories at this point. She
bought an underground newspaper and read the article
about the island. She fell in love with the idea almost
immediately. She really never could accept thinking for
herself since her mother always did her thinking for her.
She was certain that if she allowed herself to become a
slave that someone else would control her and the
decisions would be made for her. Yes, this is what she
wanted.
She further contemplated the meeting. Ally admitted to
herself that she was a bit anxious. No, she was scared to
death. As she entered the restaurant she felt a sense of
foreboding. She feared going through with this meeting.
But she felt something inside spurring her on. It was fear,
curiosity, passion, and several other emotions all rolled up
into one incredible rush. She was reminded of the
daredevil and why they did what they did. As they longed
for that feeling of ultimate fear and ecstacy just a split
second before they cheat death one more time, so Allison
Medina walked into the jaws of the unknown to meet her
fate. She wanted the unknown.
*****
As Ally approaches the entrance to the dining room
she felt the anxiety balling up in her abdomen. Upon
entering the dining room she almost turned right around
and left. But something inside said that she must go on.
She forced herself to approach the Maitre'd. The maitre'd
spotted her.
"May I help madam," he said with a wide smile.
"Yes," she beamed back, "I was told to meet a Mr.
Alexander Davis. Has he arrived yet?"
"The fact is Miss...?" the maitre'd said.
"Medina, Allison Medina," she said with a smile. She
always liked being treated with class.
"The fact is Miss Medina, Mr. Davis has been here
since early this afternoon. You see, he owns this
establishment."
"Oh my! I had no idea!" she exclaimed.
"Mr. Davis is currently in the executive dining room.
Would you please come with me Miss Allison. By the way
you may call me Andre if you wish."
"Thank you Andre. Please lead the way."
She was led through an exquisitely decorated dining
room. The room was carpeted with a short pile rug, which
partially muffled the sounds of her heels. The walls were
decorated with fine paintings and sculptures of various
designs. As Ally passed one of the paintings she couldn't
help noticing the signature, Picasso! These couldn't be
real though could they?
People from only the highest standing dined here.
There were even a few celebrities scattered through the
room. She tapped Andre on the shoulder. "Isn't
that Don Johnson over there with his wife? It is!" she
squealed, " Do you think he'd mind if I got an autograph?"
Andre looked annoyed. The expression said it all and
was punctuated by a small but firm shake of the head.
"Oh well, perhaps some other time," she lamented.
She was led into a long corridor that ended at a 'T'. As
they entered the hallway the carpet was replaced by a
parquet floor. The heels made a delicious sound on the
parquet and it aroused her senses. However these
senses were a distraction from the task at hand,
controlling her fear. She almost let that wave of fear
overcome her when the turned right at the 'T' and came to
a huge pair of ornately carved wooded doors.
Andre opened both doors and announced Ally's arrival.
There was no going back now. Ally stepped forward into
the room. She was immediately impressed by the size of
the room. It was some eighty feet long and twenty forty
feet wide with a forty foot long series of heavy oak tables
down its center. Chairs were lined up along the walls as
well as the sides of the tables. At the very far end of the
tables was one large chair almost like a throne. There
was a single door at the far end to the left of center and
Ally assumed this to be a closet. She was correct. The
double doors she had just entered were the only way in
(and the only way out, she thought).
The fear began anew. Again it was quenched by a tall
handsome man who proffered his hand as he greeted
Ally.
"Miss Medina? Hi, I'm Alexander Davis. Please come
in."
"Allison Medina, glad to meet you," she said.
That statement from her was more than just common
courtesy. She really was glad to meet him. Before her
stood a six foot, four inch specimen of the perfect male
body. It was all she could do to keep her eyes from
popping out of her head!
Alexander Davis was a tall handsome man about six
foot four, well built. He possessed sandy brown hair,
obviously sun bleached, perhaps from the island
climate Ally thought. His complexion was nicely tanned
from head to toe. He was wearing a three piece business
suit. The vest and jacket were of fine blue gray silk and
contrasted well with his tanned features. Ally wondered if
he had tan lines.
Davis wasn't exactly having an easy time of it either.
He stared for the longest time at Ally. From head to toe
she was exquisite. His eyes focused on her heels. My
they looked nice. He always had a thing for heels. It
really turned him on.
Ally entered the room and followed Alexander to the
far end of the room. She then noticed two more people in
the room, a man and a woman. The man was standing
near the large chair at the end of the table. The woman
was seated on the far side of the table at the very end.
She had a few stacks of papers just to her left arranged
neatly on the table.
As they reached the end of the table Andre spoke.
"Will you be ordering dinner sir?" he said.
"Miss Medina, would you like a nice dinner, My treat?"
"Actually I'm not very hungry at the moment. The
situation has made me a bit nervous and I've kind of lost
my appetite."
"I can understand your nervousness. Let me assure
you that at any time you wish, you may walk out of here
no questions asked. No one will stop you. Does that
help any?"
Ally pondered the statement for a moment. "Yes it
does help a bit."
"But not that much. I understand. Since you are not
hungry at the moment perhaps I can offer you a drink?
We have an excellent wine cellar. Andre, bring us a bottle
of Chablis. You choose..."
"No, please. Ahh... alcohol doesn't appeal to me at the
moment. Could I just have a glass of ice water. My throat
is terribly dry."
"Sure, no problem. Andre, bring a pitcher of ice water.
We can save the wine for another time," Alexander said.
As Andre left the room Alexander introduce the other
two people.
"This is Felix. Felix is my right hand man. He consults
me on almost every matter that comes up regarding the
island. I like to think of him as the guy who keeps me
from making an ass out of myself," Alexander said with a
big laugh.
"Sometimes you succeed in making an ass out of
yourself anyway. I can't perform miracles!" said Felix as
he gave Alexander a comical stare.
Felix was about five feet, four inches tall and very
muscular. He was semi balding and about 30 years of
age. He wore a gray business suit that didn't fit very
well. He was not very handsome and carried a little bit of
a paunch up front.
"And this is Susan. Susan is my expert in recruitment
and will assist in the matter at hand."
Susan smiled at this through lovely dark red lips. She
remained seated and said nothing. Susan was five feet,
nine inches tall with jet black hair. Other than the
lipstick, she wore very little make-up, the small amount of
rouge on her cheeks being the most distinguishing color.
She wore a bright red silk blouse and no jewelry except for
a pair of small gold earrings. Ally couldn't see below the
table so didn't know that Susan was wearing a pair of
black six inch spiked heel boots that came up to just below
the knee and was also clad in a mid length black leather
skirt. Ally didn't know this woman very well but she
sensed that she was the greatest threat to her well being.
She couldn't be more correct.
"Please have a seat," Alexander pointed to the chair
at the end of the table directly opposite Susan.
At that moment Andre returned with the water. He
immediately poured a glass for Ally, then looked around to
see if anyone else would like a glass. Alexander signalled
for a glass. Susan and Felix declined. Andre pours a
glass and gives it to Alexander.
"Will you be needing me anymore, sir?" Andre asks.
"No, and thank you Andre," says Alexander.
Andre leaves the room and closes the double doors.
At that moment Felix heads towards the doors and stands
guard so to speak. Ally looks at Alexander with concern in
her eyes.
"Felix will simply stop anyone from coming in. The
offer is still good. If you wish to leave you still may. No
one will stop you."
"A toast. To the pursuit of happiness!" Alexander
states, offering his glass in tribute.
"To the pursuit of happiness!" Ally repeats with a big
laugh as she gently clinks glasses with Alexander's. They
both take a long swallow of the ice water. It tastes
wonderful. Alexander is laughing as well.
"Feel better now?" asks Alexander.
"Quite." A huge grin has emerged across Ally's face
and she finally feels at ease.
"Then let's begin. As I said my name is Alexander
Davis. I own this hotel as well as 12 others in various
cities in the U. S. I also have a few more abroad in
several English speaking countries. I was raised by strict
parents who died along with my four brothers in a plane
crash when I was 17. I am now 28. The lawsuit victory
and insurance settlement from the crash provided me with
the initial capital of 5 million dollars, which I put into some
very wise investments. When I was 22, the stock market
crashed. But I had taken many wise investments, called
trading short, that actually pay off when stocks go down.
This made me a very rich man. My two and a half million
dollars in investments turned into one and a half billion
overnight! Now over the last six years I've accumulated
an even greater amount of wealth. To be honest with you
I don't know how much I'm worth. Perhaps eight billion,
maybe more."
Susan spoke. "I believe it's closer to 12 billion Al."
"Thank you Susan, 12 billion. And since when did we
get so personal!" He rebuffed Susan.
Susan immediately lowered her eyes to the table and
said, "Sorry sir. I lost my composure for a moment."
"Susan, I forgive you. Now let me continue."
"Now where was I? Oh, yes. I guess I have 12 billion
in various businesses as well as capital throughout the
world."
"When I first got the money, many investment brokers
recommended real estate. I purchased several pieces of
property and did quite well. One of the properties I
purchased was an Island in the Pacific about three
hundred miles southwest of Los Angeles. My tastes
being of the sexual dominance ticket, I began looking
up ways to fulfill my fantasies. I read Anne Rice's Beauty
series, and her book Exit to Eden. Also I used various
computer networks to gather additional ideas. The mental
aspect of training was best illustrated in the 'Story of O' by
Pauline Reage. It was from all these sources that I created
my own version of 'Fantasy Island.'"
On this island are two villages and one palace. Of
course I reside in the palace. In one village all the women
are slaves. In the other all the men are slaves. In the
palace there is a mixture of both. Also the palace is where
the initiation and training takes place. Only experienced
slaves are sent to the villages. We currently have over
two thousand inhabitants approximately twelve hundred of
which are slaves."
Upon hearing the talk of the island Ally's fears
reemerged, but so did that desire for the rush of the
danger.
"Let me get this straight. The ad is for sex slaves?
You want me to become a sex slave?" Ally seemed
astonished. She realized that she shouldn't have been.
Perhaps it was just her ego's last ditch effort to prevent
Ally from giving into her desires. Ally had read the ad. It
was clear as day and she knew it even before she set foot
into the restaurant that she desired to be controlled, as her
mother controlled her all her life, she admitted to herself.
"You seem surprised at what's expected. Let me begin
formally in the manner in which I originally planned this
meeting. Susan, if you please," he said.
Upon this note Susan relaxed and took a few sheets of
the papers that were on the table. She handed identical
copies to Alexander. It was a checklist of sorts. Alexander
took out two pens handing one to Susan.
"Before we begin let me preface this meeting with the
following statement." he said as he looked directly at Ally,
"Everything that is presented to you will be as truthful and
as up front as we can possibly be. Should you accept the
offer we present you will know everything up front. We will
attempt to hide nothing. Understand?"
"Yes," she said in almost a whisper.
"Good. But be forewarned that the descriptions of
what takes place, what you need to do, or what will be
done to you could be quite graphic and probably quite
upsetting. Is this clear?"
"Yes," Ally was visibly shaking now. Alexander saw it.
"Ally, your shaking like a leaf. Take a sip of water and
take a deep breath."
She did this and the shaking stopped. She took a
second deep breath and in an apologetic manner spoke,
"I'm sorry. I guess I lost my composure too."
Susan smiled.
Alex spoke again consoling her. "Hey, your allowed,
OK. What the ad is offering is a very unusual situation.
This is one hundred percent voluntary. And don't worry
about me not filling the position if you drop out. There are
millions who would give their eye teeth for this
opportunity. Now do you wish to end this meeting and
leave or do you want to hear more? I need to know now
or we'd both be wasting our time going any further."
Ally was being mentally torn in two by the desire to
escape and the longing for the passion should she
continue. In reality she only hesitated for a moment but for
her the debate in her mind seemed to continue on for
hours. What would be expected of her. She'd read all the
books Alexander had mentioned and had a good idea that
she would be abused, humiliated and tortured. But these
thoughts began to take on a different meaning as the
debate continued. She feared but could not run. The
desire for the passion was too great. Ally pulled a large
nugget of willpower from her most secret vaults within her
mind. "I'll stay!" Upon saying this Ally sat up with
conviction. She had backbone and willpower and she
wanted to display it. She wasn't a slave yet and she might
as well use up the last vestiges of backbone and willpower
she had left. Before long, she realized that willpower
would be as worthless as a three-dollar bill.
"Excellent Ally. I believe you've conquered that last bit
of anxiety. Now let us continue...."
"I have here a copy of the ad that you responded to. I
will now read it aloud."
"In need of a female subject for long term training
program on my private island. Subject must be natural
blonde, slim figure, and nicely endowed. Subject must be
drug and disease free and non-smoker. S&M, B&D are
involved. Subject must be willing to stay on island for
extended period of time...."
"Ally, I am now going to ask you many questions. If we
cannot resolve each question I will in all likelyhood reject
you for admittance. Should you refuse to answer even
one question you will be rejected. Many questions will
involve your personal life and very private matters.
Regardless, you must answer them as truthfully as
possible, no matter how humiliating or upsetting the
answer may be. Understand?"
"Yes, OK."
"Now first an easy question. Are you a natural blonde,"
he asks.
"Yes."
"Excellent. Have you ever used illegal drugs? There
are no drugs on the island. A drug user would end up in
withdrawal in a day," he warned her.
"I don't use drugs, don't drink, and don't smoke. That
should cover all the bases there, right?" Ally was a little
miffed at first but realized Alex was really only looking
out for both their interests. She let him go on.
"OK, good. Now a bit tougher one. Do you have any
sexually transmittable diseases? And have you ever been
examined for them?"
"Oh boy," she gasped. "I have never been examined."
"Then you don't know!"
"Mr. Davis. I can personally guarantee I'm clean. I've
never used drugs, and I've never had a transfusion. So I'm
clean, OK?" Ally says in an extremely agitated manner.
"Uh....Ohhhhh," Susan blurts out.
"What.......What am I missing!" Alex says in a very
confused manner. First he looks at Susan. Then he looks
at Ally. Then Susan, then Ally....
Susan speaks up next. "Sir, if I may." He nods still not
grasping the situation. "Ally dear, please answer this
question, 'How long has it been since you had a man?'"
Ally shuffles in her seat.
"Ahh........Well....Um...I kinda never.....," she blurts out
embarrassingly.
"Augh.....For crying' out loud. Are you trying to tell me
your a virgin?!!! Remember our deal, up front and
truthful!" Alex is a wee bit upset. Virgins are not in the
game plan.
"I'm sorry. I was raised by a very strict mother. She
kept me from the local boys all her life. Is this going to be a
problem?" Ally was visibly concerned. She knew what
was coming.
Alex spoke in a very official tone. "I'm sorry Ally. This
isn't going to work at all. We have a strict rule about
virgins. You simply don't have enough experience to
make what we call an informed decision. You see, I can
explain all the things that will be done to you but that
would never even come close to what the experience
would actually feel... like. Unless you have that
experience you can't make a decision based on what
having the kind of sex you'll be having on the island is
like. I'm sorry."
"Alex, your full of it!" Ally said with anger as her voice
began to crack. Soon the tears would overcome her. She
had to continue, to fight for her right. Holding back the
tears as best as she could, she swallowed hard and went
on. "No one except those people on that island of yours
could know what it feels like to be a slave or master on
that island of yours. A few jumps in bed with someone isn't
going to give anyone enough experience to make a bit of
difference when it's compared with what might go on on
that island! Please, don't turn me away!"
The tears were really streaming now. Alex pulled out
his handkerchief and pushed it to Ally. If Alex had one
weak spot it was a woman crying. But he had to draw the
line somewhere. He couldn't take in a virgin. And
besides, who ever heard of a woman who looks like her
and is 24 years old.... Of course it would be easy to
find.... No, she's telling the truth.
Susan broke the ice as Ally wiped her red swollen
eyes. "She's right you know. She really doesn't know
what's involved and what these experiences will feel like,
but most of our slaves were in similar predicaments. They
just didn't know what it feels like until they landed on the
island! No one could until the are on the island."
Ally saw her chance. She could see through the tears
that Alex was in a real dilemma. She knew he was playing
by rules that made no sense. He had a willing subject. All
he had to do was have an excuse to break the rules!
"Please, don't end this. I'll do anything for your. I... I...
I'll grovel, I... I... I'll obey. I'll do anything! Please!" Ally
was really crying. Her voice was hoarse and her eyes
were bright red.
"I'm sorry Ally, I can't," he said with great
disappointment in his voice. "Felix, please take Ally
home."
"NNNNNNOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!........
PLEAAAAAAAASSSSEEEEE.... I've got nowhere else to
goooooo........," Ally balled. She was now breathing
heavily, hyperventilating. She was weak from all the
emotion leaking out of her.
"Look, I came from a strict family too. Ally, look at me."
She looked up. "Now listen. I'll have Felix drive you home
and we can get your family to....."
Just then Ally's face twisted into a grotesque figure.
The mascara was running with the tears as they came
down in full force. Her balling was coming between
labored breaths. If someone didn't do something she
would probably faint. Alex took her in his huge arms and
held her tight. She returned the favor and wrapped her
arms around his. She buried her face in his jacket as he
did his best to comfort her.
"What did I say?!!!!" Alex asked Ally.
Ally's breathing was slowing. She was regaining
control. Good. Now she would listen. Alex pushed her
ever so slightly away from him and looked directly in her
eyes as he repeated, "Ally, tell me. What did I say that
hurt you?"
Ally took a hard swallow. Alex took that as a queue.
He picked up Ally's half full glass of ice water and held it to
her lips. She thanked him. She took a deep breath and
gathered up a tiny bit of strength, just enough to make one
last stand and clear the air.
"Alex, you don't understand. My parents are dead.
Didn't you read the newspaper? I really do have no one
left. My mother, sister, her husband and her twin girls.
They're all gone! I need to be taken away from all this.
Please.... You lost your parents,too. You know what I've
been going thru!"
Alex reminisced back to the day of the funeral. The two
coffins laid side by side. The priest was holding his hand.
"What am I going to do?" he asked the pastor. "They were
all the family I had!"
The priest explained as best as he could but Alex
remembered the hundreds of tears he shed for his
parents. Alex could recall all the help the father gave him
as he learned to make it on his own. As he looked back,
he realized that he didn't do all that bad. But there was no
way that he was going to let Ally go through that pain
alone. His mind was practically made up.
"That wasn't in the report!" Alex said, " When did this
happen?" he asked Ally.
"A month ago. What report? What are you talking
about," Ally seemed confused.
"You see, to expedite matters we use your phone
number with a special database that one of my companies
has to investigate criminal and civil activities. I'm sorry but
we have to protect ourselves."
Alex knew he was in trouble now. He had a crying girl
in his arms begging for domination, and now she had a
hook into the softest flesh he had. His heart. He
could never resist a damsel in distress. But still this had to
be hashed out with Susan and Felix.
He released Ally as he said, "Ally, wait here.".
Ally did as she was told just sitting still. Something
was wrong, or was something right? She'd find out
shortly.
Alex went over to a chair near the corner of the room
farthest from the double doors and placed the chair facing
the near wall, directly away from the double doors. He
gestured for Ally to come near. He kissed her on the
forehead and told her to sit down. "Just stay here, Ally.
The three of us have to talk in private," he said.
With this he took up a brisk pace to the far end of the
room. As he passed Susan, she rose and followed him.
"I'm gonna take her. I'll probably hate myself but I gotta
take her," Alex said.
Everyone had a stern look on their face.
Felix spoke. "Why! So she has no friends or family.
Let's just give her a little money and she can find friends.
A body like that! And mom ain't around anymore to keep
her locked up. She's free to date now. Admittedly a bit
late on the learning curve but with a body like that she
won't have any problems."
Now it was Susan's turn. "Excuse me for saying so sir
but Felix is a pig. Here's a young girl in emotional distress
like none of us have ever known. Sorry sir, I didn't mean
you. Give the girl money! She'll go buy a .357 magnum
and splatter her pretty brains all over some wall."
"Now who's being the pig Susan?" Felix retaliated.
"Anyway, she's willing, she's got no ties to job or
family. And the virginity thing is just a bunch of crap. I say
let's continue with the interrogation, describe everything in
graphic detail as we always have and let her make the
final decision. The description of what's involved will
probably scare her away anyhow," Susan argued.
"So what do you say Felix? Is Susan right?" Alex
said.
Felix's face quickly showed a grimace that slowly
melted into a smile. "Lady, I'd love to argue with you, but
your absolutely correct. I see no reason to turn her down.
Bottom line is that we really want what's best for all
concerned. She might very well do something drastic if we
turn her down. I couldn't live with myself if that
happended."
"Great, It looks like the two of us will have another
pupil soon. Ha Susan. Let's go tell the little thing the good
news, shall we."
Felix returned to the doors as Susan and Alex
approached Ally.
"Ally, we can continue. I can't guarantee that we'll
accept you but it now looks much better. But first I want
you to go with Susan to the powder room and get cleaned
up. Your face is a mess. I want you to have complete
control of your senses when we continue the interrogation.
OK?"
Ally looked at Alex with a face showing wanting and
desire. Alex craned his neck down to kiss her lips but then
pulled away. "No, just as you need your head clear and
composed, I need to be in control of my faculties as well.
Later perhaps." Ally looked hurt but understood. If
something else should come up that was reason for her
dismissal, a clear head might make him reason out the
problem and avoid the rejection.
Susan rose as she said, "Come along dear." Ally
walked over to Susan who promptly took her hand. They
walked out together to the powder room. As Ally cleaned
up her face with a bit of soap and water, Susan took out a
few makeup items since Ally's makeup was all but gone.
"Let me see dear. Your eye shadow and mascara are all
but gone. And the lipstick is all smeared, probably when
you buried your face in his shoulder. The rouge is gone as
well. Here let's fix you up nice and pretty. A pretty girl's a
happy girl, right?"
"Yeah, you do it. My hands are still shaking."
"That's OK. I'll take care of you."
First Susan applied the lipstick. It was the same color
that she wore. A very dark red. Susan's skills with
makeup were very good. Alex liked lips to appear thin
and sensuous. Susan did a fine job there. Next she
applied the eye shadow, this time with a dark brown with
a tint of red in it. Susan applies the mascara only a bit
heavier than what Ally did. And finally a burnt umber
rough to help frame the face.
"Now little girl don't mess up my makeover or I'll be
very angry with you. No more tears, OK?"
"OK. Tell me. Will I be accepted?"
"If you pass the questionaire, yes. But it's going to be
pretty tough. You'll have to really want it."
Ally goes over to the mirror and takes a look at the job
Susan has done. She sees a smiling, lovely blonde haired
girl staring back at her. "You do beautiful work Susan.
Ally said.
"I can only enhance what is already there. Your
features make it easy for me. Are you composed and in
control to continue the interrogation? Is your head clear
yet?"
"Yes, let's go. I'm certain I can handle it now."
"Don't be so sure. It's going to get much worse. You'll
see."
They walked back to the conference room and the took
their positions as before.
Alex began. "Are you OK now? Do you have
complete control of your senses, Ally?"
"Yes, go ahead. I can handle it."
"Good. Now this part of the interrogation will involve
simple yes and no answers for the most part. Several of
the questions will be very personal and graphic, but you
have to be told up front. OK?"
"Yeah, go ahead," Ally said with confidence. She even
managed to sit up a bit more straight and felt much more
confident.
Susan and Alex took up their pens and checked off the
topics that were inappropriate due to Ally being a virgin.
Alex led the way.
"Let's begin then."
"Question 1."
"Do you know what the terms bondage and discipline
mean?"
"Yes."
"Question 2"
"Will you allow yourself to be tied and bound as
anyone desires, regardless of the misery you are put
through?"
"Yes."
"Question 3."
"Will you allow yourself to be struck with a paddle or a
whip as your master or mistress so deems?"
"Ye... Yes."
"Ally, you hesitated on that answer. Do you have a
problem with it?" Alex said.
"I'm afraid someone might get carried away and hurt
me seriously."
"My promise, no permanent damage will be done to
you. We have over twelve hundred slaves and none few
have ever been permanently marked. We have strict rules
regarding causing injury to slaves. Masters and
mistresses are subject to several laws regarding placing a
slave in a risky situation. I'm not saying it doesn't happen.
But we review each injury and do whatever is necessary to
prevent a repeat. OK? Do you still have a problem with
being whipped or paddled?"
Ally looked Alex straight in the eye. "No, I have
absolutely no problem with it. Except that I'm a little scared
of it."
"That's normal, Ally. I can see you have good control
of your faculties. Let us proceed."
"Question 4."
"A woman has three opening that can be used for
sexual pleasure. Will you allow your sex to be entered?"
"Yes."
"Question 5."
"Will you allow your mouth to be entered?"
"Yes."
'Question 6"
"Will you allow your anus to be entered?
"Yes."
"Question 7."
"Will you allow a phallus to be inserted into all three
openings? (I told you it would get graphic!)."
"Yes," Ally said.
"Question 8."
"Have you ever read any erotic stories?"
"Yes."
"Which ones?"
"All the Anne Rice Beauty novels, and Exit to Eden.
Never could find any Marquis De Sade stuff though.
Looked for months," she said.
"How long has it been since you finished these
books?"
"I finished the last book, Exit to Eden about three
months ago," Ally said.
"Question 9."
"Is there anything you wouldn't do in those books?"
"Yes."
"What is that?" Alex asked. He worried. If she couldn't
do everything in those books then she would be rejected.
He prayed they could work it out.
"I don't think I could be a mistress. I couldn't be that
cruel," Ally said.
"Susan is a mistress, in fact she will be your mistress.
Has she been cruel to you? Of course not. Remember,
everyone that lands on the island does so because they
want to and they have all the facts up front as you are
receiving them. Cruelty is when the subject is subjected to
thing it does not agree to. Can I persuade you to change
your mind on this?"
"Yes, OK."
"Good. What about being a pony? Could you allow
yourself to be made up as the ponies in the books?"
"Believe it or not, I've actually thought that it would be
fun to be used like that. Call me sick, but that turns me on.
I forgot to mention, that I read a story called 'Pony Girls' by
Victor Bruno and liked the way the girls were strapped to
frames. Have you read that book Alex?"
Alex smiled. "As a matter of fact, that's the method we
use. Are you saying that you will accept that type of
lifestyle?" he asked.
"Oh, yes. I'd love to!" she exclaimed.
"Wonderful! Question 10 then."
"Will you allow the use of nipple clamps? And will you
allow your nipples to be pulled and tormented as we see
fit? I'll assume you know what they are since you read
Beauty."
"Yes."
"Question 11."
Will you allow yourself to be displayed in public naked
and decorated with any objects your master or mistress
desires?"
"Yes."
"Question 12."
"Will you crawl on your hands and knees for your
captor?"
"Yes."
"Question 13."
"Will you allow your head to be locked in a padded box
unable to hear see or smell anything?"
"Yes."
"Question 14."
"Will you allow yourself to be hung by your arms or
legs?"
"Yes."
"Question 15."
"The final question and the most important. We need
to take many measurements of your body Ally, especially
your orifices. We need to measure your sex and backside
for diameter and your mouth for depth. We also need to
measure your feet for shoe size and for the maximum size
heel you can wear. Accept all this and demonstrate
your submission by allowing me to plug all three openings
once your orifices are fitted and all your tasks at this
interview will be complete," Alex explained.
"Ally, do you accept? This is your chance to
demonstrate that your really want to be a slave." Alex
waited and prayed she would accept.
Ally pondered the statement for a moment. This was it
girl, she was thinking to herself. Do it or spend the rest of
your life alone. But she couldn't form the word. She
started to shiver.
At once Susan rose from the table and put her hands
on Ally's shoulders. "Calm down Ally, and get control of
yourself. Take another sip of water. That's it. OK. Good.
Now Ally, I want you to look deep into your heart. Tell
me what you want more than anything in the world."
Ally looked deep into her heart. Her heart would rule
her. She looked into that place where she always found
strength. She straightened up in the seat and said in a
slightly quivering voice, "I want my mother. I want her
strength, her resolve, and most of all her love and
attention. But now she's gone and I have no one to turn
to." Ally thought for a moment then in a confident and
steady voice said, "Or do I? I accept all that you ask of
me. You may measure me and plug me and I shall be
your totally obedient slave forever if you so desire."
"And we shall tend to you with love and attention like
no other slave ever has," proclaimed Susan as she gave
Ally a big hug.
"Yes you did quite well. Now before you are fitted I
wish to inform you of the method by which you will go to
the island and the preparations that need to be made.
Today is Thursday. On Sunday at noon I will pick you up
and take you to my yacht. I will arrange for all your
belongings to be kept safe and all your bills will be paid by
my organization. I need the name of your bank. I will,
with, your power of attorney, place all your fund plus the
sum of $10,000 into a trust fund. This money will be yours
should you ever leave the island. One of my financial
services will maintain and reinvest the interest. You
need not pack anything. Do you have a strapless two
piece bikini?"
"No, I don't. Sorry."
Alex pulls ten twenties from his wallet. "Buy one, and
a pair of red six inch heels. He tells her where she can
purchase them in L. A. At noon on Sunday you will
be picked up by myself. We should reach my 120 foot
yacht, the 'Pursuit of Happiness' by 1:00 PM. You will be
taken to a specially prepared cabin. There you will be
given a pill that you must swallow. It is an extremely
powerful laxative and will purge all solid waste from your
system in about six hours. Every hour I will enter your
cabin and ask if you wish to continue. You may say no
until 12:01 a.m. Monday morning. After that point you will
be committed and will have no say in what happens to
you. Back to the laxative, when I enter you will be
made to drink 8 oz. of water up until 4 PM. After that time
you will not be allowed to take anything by mouth. The
ship will depart at 4 PM. The trip will last 16 hours. As
you may have noticed the halfway point of the trip is at
midnight. After that you are a slave. Understand so far?"
"Yes I have no problem so far. Just lead and I will
follow."
"Excellent. As I said the ship sails at 4 PM. At that
point into the trip your bikini will be taken from you. A
thick collar will be place around your neck and the buckle
will be secured with a bolt which is only accessible by
special wrench. Your wrists will be likewise adorned. We
will then attach them to the sides of the collar so as to train
you to where to keep your hands. Your lips will be spread
wide and a custom made combination phallus and bit will
enter your mouth. We will measure for this device shortly.
You will be made to kneel in front of a mirror rising only to
use the toilet. I may change this treatment slightly. Can
you accept all this?"
"Yes. A thousand times yes." At that point Ally sprung
from her chair and dropped to her knees. She bent down
and kissed her master's and mistress feet.
END OF PART ONE
Part 2 will describe Ally's fitting.
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