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Island Pleasures By T. Picciani, 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 occaision 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
which 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 grey 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 grey 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
pendant 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 free-lance journalist who had
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 Italian 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 twins
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. June and
her husband Frank had taken her mother, and the twins to a
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 June and her family were 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.
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. At that moment the maitre'd
spotted her and approached.
"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 special.
"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 personalities 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 it's 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."
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 grey 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 kinda lost my appetite."
"I can understand your nervousness. Let me assure you that
at any time you wish, you may walk out of here now 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 an 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 grey business suit that didn't fit very well. He was not
all that 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 foot, nine
inches tall with jet black hair. Other than the lipstick, she
wore very little makeup, 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
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 clink glasses with Alexander's. The 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 South Pacific about one hundred twenty miles
Southwest of Tahiti. My tastes being of the sexual dominance
ticket, I began looking up ways to fulfil 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 initialtion 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
re-emerged, but with it that same desire for the rush of the
danger.
"Let me get this straight. The add 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 off 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. Understand?"
"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 add is offering is a very unusual situation. This is one
hundred percent voluntary. And don't worry about me not filling
the position either. 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 farther."
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 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 pitcher 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 decided 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 cryin' 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 sex 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 ours. 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 too 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
are in similar predicaments. They just don't know what it feels
like! 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 continue!
"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."
"NNNOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!........ 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 pusher 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...."
"That wasn't in the report!" Alex said, "when did this
happen?" He said to 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
sit down. "Just stay here, Ally. The three of us have to talk
in private."
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 the 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."
"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. 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 eyeshadow 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 eyeshadow, 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 make-over or I'll be very
angry with you. No more tears, OK?"
"OK."
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 quite a bit 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 straighter 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?"
"I'm afraid someone might get carried away and hurt me real
bad or something."
"My promise, No permanent damage will be done to you. We
have over twelve hundred slaves and none have ever been
permanently marked. 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."
"Good Ally. I can see you have firm 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
(still holding her own).
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"
"How long has it been since you finished these books?"
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 your are receiving them. Cruelty is
when the subject is subjected to thing it does not agree to.
Can I convince you to change your mind on this?"
"Yes, OK."
"Good."
Question 10. 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.
"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.
Upon leaving here the two of us will go to your landlord and I
will pay him rent to the end of next month. You will check out on
Sunday at noon. 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. A moving van will come and pick up all
your belongings sometime next week. Your landlord will be told
of this and will be paid to supervise the loading. The company I
deal with are quite professional and they have an excellent
record of careful service. 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
with Felix and Susan. 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 a 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 up till 12:01 am 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 8 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 as 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. Exactly 4
hours into the trip your bikini and shoes 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 seated on
the toilet and a chain will be run from an eye hook in the
ceiling to a ring on that lovely phallus. Then nipple clamps
will be applied and small chains will attach them securely to
eyebolts on either side of the toilet. You will remain like this
until either you ask to return home or you become my slave on
Monday morning. 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 as well as her
transport to a land of unknown pleasures.
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