Dream Island Resort

Part 2. Slave-training.

"Arriving in one hour". The young girl stirred in Pat's arms. "Thank you for keeping me safe". "You feel better?" "Yes, but I'm so scared". "So are the rest of us, but we'll get through this together". "They'll rape us, won't they?" "I don't know, but I think so". "I, I've never... Is it very bad?" "It can be, dear, the first time, but you'll survive. It's what we women have to endure". "I know, but I never thought...". "Of course not, but you won't be seriously harmed, even if it may seem so when it happens. Just never forget who you are, a strong girl". "I'm not strong!" "Yes, you are. Girls are strong, much stronger than men. We're just told otherwise and pretend to be fragile little brainless things, but we are not, you are not, Caroline". "Noo...". "Will you promise me that?" "I'll try... No, I promise". "That's the spirit, dear".

"We've arrived. Get on your knees, put your hoods back on and keep your hands behind your backs. Don't move until ordered. If you do or try to fight, you'll feel the prod, and your girls too". "Bastards!", Ben hissed under his breath when he knelt down beside his fellows. A few minutes later they heard the door open and the procedure of their boarding the boat was reversed. The two youngsters contained themselves with an effort and shuffled along with the other men until they entered a building and were ordered to sit down on a bench. They waited for some time before their nooses and hoods were removed and they saw three men, apparently Latin-Americans, in front of them, brandishing long sticks. "You know the effect of these, I think", one of them stated, "So don't give us any trouble. You'll shortly be examined by a doctor and prior to that, you swallow these pills". He stood in front of Jim with a tray. "At least tell us what it is". "Something against tropical diseases". The big man looked dubiously at the three differently coloured, fairly large pills, but opened his mouth and swallowed them with the drink of water he was offered. The five others followed his lead. "Good, now you wait for the nurse. Keep your traps shut". About half an hour later, a woman in a lab coat, but barefoot and with a white leather collar buckled around her neck and similar wrist and ankle bands, entered to measure their blood pressure, seemingly unperturbed by handling six naked men, chained hand and foot. "Now a blood sample". She gave them a friendly smile and proceeded to sink a needle into their right arms. Ben was about to speak, but saw one of the guards approaching with his stick and shut his mouth again. The nurse left and after another period of waiting, one of the guards told Jim to get up and led him through a door. In the next room an elderly man was busy adjusting what looked like an X-ray apparatus. "Place your chin in the slot". Jim did as bidden and sensed something done behind his back. "Excellent. Take him away". The guard prodded him through to another room. "Sit down there". He indicated a bench and snapped an iron collar around Jim's neck, chaining him to the wall. Five minutes later Eddie joined him and eventually the rest of the prisoners. They waited again, not daring to speak, until the door was opened and Mary came shuffling in, only to be chained by her neck on another bench at the opposite wall. Jim caught a warning glance and refrained from calling to her, but was relieved of some of his anxiety when he saw her blowing a kiss to him. One by one the remaining eleven naked women were led in and chained. Charlie felt the prod touching his balls when Rosie entered.

The eighteen prisoners waited again, but at last the elderly man, who had X-rayed them, entered and the guards snapped to attention. "Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to my island paradise. I am the Director, owner and manager of this establishment. I know already that I am a sick bastard, so there is no need telling me that. Please refrain from speaking at all, unless expressly permitted to do so. If you cannot contain yourself, you will be punished, and if one of you men try speaking out of turn, your partner will. There will be a time for questions later". The prisoners limited themselves to looking at him, some with hate, others with fear in their eyes. "Good. You are now under my control, absolute and inescapable control". He paused to look them over. "The three tablets you swallowed an hour ago, were not medicine, but tiny electronic devices. At the X-raying I ascertained their correct positioning and activated them. I shall now demonstrate what they can do to you". He pressed a button on a remote control and all of them felt a sharp stab in their abdomens. "A very mild shock, ladies and gentlemen. Rest assured that the pain can and will be much worse, if necessary. You have three implants, firmly embedded in your guts by a number of small hooks. They do not hurt you, because you have no nerve ends down there, but, as you just felt, one of them is capable of delivering an electric shock which most certainly can be felt in other parts of your body. If you do not behave, not do as told, you will be shocked, if necessary into unconsciousness. All persons of authority on this island have the means to shock any of you, a group of you or all of you simultaneously. The second electronic device inside you is a transmitter, connecting to a satellite. It will reveal your position in any part of the world within fifty yards. If you leave this island without permission, it will automatically activate the third device, which will inject a very deadly, and, I may add, very painful poison into you, and then destroy itself and the two other devices".

The Director paused, once again scrutinising his captives. "I hope that you have understood what I just told you. The purpose of these implants should be obvious. You are my prisoners and slaves. You cannot leave my island without permission and you must do as told, or suffer the consequences. Some of you may already be contemplating rebellion, overpowering the guards, who, as you will discover, are far outnumbered by you slaves, and myself, and secure the controls. That is not possible. A guard boat is patrolling the island, day and night. Partly to prevent any unwanted landings, partly as an insurance against a slave revolt. The boat, boats rather, there are two alternating, is of course always outside the perimeter set up by the electronic control system. You cannot reach it without activating the poison device, and the boats change watches at sea. They are connected to the extensive surveillance system of the island. A rebellion or just the start of a rebellion, a few guards knocked down, will be discovered at once and all slaves struck down, in severe pain. A failsafe system, which places you in a hopeless position, while it makes me rich and able to live a life in luxury". He paused to look at each of them in turn. "But it has advantages for you as well as for me. Some of you may have heard about or read stories about criminals who capture and enslave other people, often on an island like this. They are true. There are other places where slaves are held captive and forced to perform various tasks for a rich clientele. And I mean forced, chained, whipped, terrified into submission, used until they are worn out and then killed, because they cannot be allowed to live to tell about their ordeal. I do not treat my slaves like that. I do not have to".

"Please hear me out, Mr. Sorenson". He sent Ben a sharp glance. "I will keep you here for a period of at least two years". Several of the captives gasped. "It may seem a long time, but all of you are young, with most of your life in front of you and you will not be deprived of that". He looked gravely at them again. "You may not believe me, but it is not necessary to dispose of you to keep my business secret. When you have finished your term, you will be taken back to the mainland and set free. The ship, that brought you here, is just now on its way back with fifteen released slaves. But neither they, nor you, will tell about your time spent here, especially not to the authorities". Charlie snorted. "No, Mr. Morton, you will not. You are clever enough to realise that I have many resources, your smooth abduction is proof of that, and that I would be informed if any of my former slaves approached the police. If that should happen, I will activate the devices inside, not only that particular person, but all of my present and freed slaves. You would be responsible for the deaths of a great many people". Jim nodded with a grim smile. "Quite, Mr. Butler. I 'am' a clever devil, and, believe me, completely ruthless, if my hand is forced. You may think that you can have the devices removed by surgery. That is not possible. The necessary preliminary scanning of your intestines will activate them. I really have invented a foolproof system and it has never failed me. I have been in business for five years by now and I receive a shipment of fifteen to twenty fresh slaves every three months, who are released after two years. That means that more than 200 former slaves are now back in their normal lives. They may have told a few family members or close friends about their time here and word may have spread further, but the secret has been kept, and 'will' be kept".

"Back to your stay here. It will be hard for you, some of the time, but not unbearable. Your implants will ensure that. There is no need to keep you in chains, because you cannot escape, no need to use torture to persuade you to do what you have to do. A touch of a button will remind you of your duty. This means that you can enjoy a measure of freedom". Charlie snorted again and all of them gasped and jumped in their neck chains when a vicious stab hit them. "Please behave, Mr. Morton. Freedom, yes. This island is divided into two parts. The most important is a luxury resort for people who can afford a stay here. They are provided with all the usual holiday entertainment, but of course they come here to enjoy our unique feature, the service of a willing slave, or slaves. The other part is the slave camp, where you will stay when not serving. Your days will be divided between working hours and spare time, just as in your previous lives. You are free to do what you like in your spare time. Camp facilities include means for entertainment and physical training. At work, your main task is of course serving clients, but you will have menial tasks as well, such as cleaning, serving at table, tending the grounds, everything necessary to run a luxury hotel. You will serve clients, but not every day. That service is of course sexual, but of a nature most people consider advanced or depraved. Ordinary sex can be bought almost anywhere. What we provide is the extraordinary. You will be tied up or chained in painful positions. You will be caned, paddled, whipped on various part of your anatomy. You will have to endure clamps on tender spots of your body. All of your orifices will be used to bring a client satisfaction in every possible way. You will feel humiliated, disgusted, degraded by what you have to do. But you will do it and be able to endure it".

He read hate, disgust and horror in his captives' faces. Some of the younger girls were crying. "Yes, you will and be surprised how soon and how easily you adapt to this new life. I do not pretend that you will like what you have to do, though some of you may, but I know from experience that you will become accustomed to it, without losing your integrity or mental sanity. Your relative freedom is one of the reasons; another is that I do not allow excessive abuse of my slaves. It gives my clients greater satisfaction if they have a cheerful and willing partner in their sex games, not a terrified and broken creature. Clients are carefully vetted, including medical tests to ensure that they are free of venereal diseases, not specifically for your sakes, but to safeguard themselves. They have special needs, but are not mindless sadists. If you serve them well, you may find them quite pleasant. If not, they have the means to make their dissatisfaction felt or they may lodge a complaint. In such cases I alone decide if punishment is justified. Normally an extension of your stay here. The minimum is an extra three months after your two years term has run out. I may decide that physical punishment is more appropriate. That is always one hundred lashes with a rubber hose. It hurts terribly, I am told, but leaves very few permanent marks on your body. Such punishments are performed in the open at the slave quarters for all to see, and are, I may add, extremely rare. No physical punishment has been carried out for more than a year and I have only had to prolong the stay for eleven slaves during my five years in business". He looked at his watch. "Very well, that was the basic information. You will remain here until brought to me for a personal interview. I will answer your questions then. After that you leave for the camp where some of your fellow slaves will provide further information, teach you the rules of this island and train you for your new tasks. I advise you to listen carefully to their instructions. That will make it easier for you to serve satisfactorily and escape punishment. When your tutors inform me that they have finished with you, within three days, I expect, your new life begins in earnest. You will be used often for the first few months. Many of our clients are regulars, who appreciate a fresh slave. And finally, the injection you women had is a long term contraceptive. It will be refreshed regularly". He turned abruptly and left the room.

The captives looked shyly at each other, but dared not speak, and the men forced their eyes away from the twelve naked beauties displayed in front of them. Shortly a fourth guard entered. "Lyons". The black couple identified themselves and were freed of their neck collars and told to follow him. Fred moved close to his wife to kiss her bare shoulder. She smiled, but shook her head warningly, and they shuffled after the guard in their ankle chains, hands still cuffed behind their backs, through the door by which the Director had left and entered a bright room, furnished as an office, the first with windows they had seen in the building. He was seated behind a desk with two open files in front of him and did not look up. "You kneel there". The guard indicated a spot in front of the desk. "Sit back on your heels and bow your heads". Fred felt his anger rising, but followed his wife's example and carefully lowered himself to the floor. They heard rattling of paper and waited for several minutes before the Director spoke. "I shall remind you of the implants. Patricia and Frederick Lyons, once again welcome to my island. You may ask questions, but please try to control your tempers. Of course you are angry, but there is no need to be rude. You address me as 'Sir' or 'Director". Fred raised his head, but his wife spoke before he could open his mouth. "How can you do this?" "Sir, Mrs. Lyons, please. Because I can, because I like dominating other people and because it makes me rich". "How can you ruin innocent people's lives. Don't you have a conscience, any compassion...Sir?" "I do have a conscience, Mrs. Lyons, and I am a very compassionate man, but I do not ruin innocent people's lives". "Drugging a young girl, dragging her away from family and friends, scaring her out of her mind by keeping her naked in a dark cell for days, put her on a boat and bring her to an unknown place to tell that she'll be a sex-slave for a bunch of rich sadists, is that not to ruin her life...Sir?" "Not necessarily, Mrs. Lyons. I do not expect you to agree with or believe me, but all the girls, and men for that matter, who have passed through my hands during these years, have left as stronger persons, capable of handling any challenge in their later life. None of those who have left so far have been traumatised and all of them have, after a short period of recuperation, resumed their former lives without any difficulty. They have established new relationships, quite often with persons they met on this island, other former slaves, found good jobs and generally been successful. I know, because I have them watched for a while to ascertain that they do nothing foolish". "Is it true that you'll let us go?" "Sir, Mrs. Lyons, please remember to address me properly or you will be punished. Yes, it is true". "Provided that we are good slaves... Sir". "You 'will' be good slaves, Mrs. Lyons, there really is no other option open to you, and I am sure that you have already realised that". "Perhaps...Sir, but what about the others? There's a girl of just fifteen, Caroline Summers. She was almost catatonic when I first saw her on that boat". "I know, Mrs. Lyons, but you were capable of handling her, just as I expected. That was why you were in the same cabin". She stared at him. "Yes, Mrs. Lyons. I am a very careful man. I have extensive files on you, covering almost your entire life, even down to intimate physical details and medical records. I know that you are a qualified nurse, specialising in psychiatry. I know that Mr. Lyons is a computer engineer. Both of you will make use of your professional skills here. I know that you are very level headed, competent persons. That is why I had you brought here, that and of course your physical attraction". "But Caroline is not capable, not of being a sex slave...Sir. She'll break down, and the other child, the tiny Chinese, she was too scared to even speak to us". "They will not, Mrs. Lyons. Miss Soong was not scared, at least not very much. She is a very strong girl for her tender age, but brought up very strictly in the tradition of her parents' home country, where girls are taught to be as unobtrusive as possible, never speak out of turn and be very docile, especially to older people. Miss Soong will become one of my very best slaves. Miss Summers is different and extremely frightened. I admit that. But she will adapt to her new life". "She will break...Sir. She cannot handle being used by different men, night after night". "No, Mrs. Lyons, she can not, and she will not have to. Miss Summers will be my personal slave, serving only me, as my maid and in my bed. She can handle that, may even grow to like it. Her predecessors cried when they had to leave". "From relief, I bet.... Sir", Fred sneered. "Perhaps, Mr. Lyons, but I do not think so. I am a very good lover and my girls will be excellent partners for their future husbands". "So you expect all of us to handle this terrible ordeal calmly, Sir". "I do, Mrs. Lyons. And you do already, do you not?" "I hate it, I hate the mere thought of being raped by some filthy stranger...Sir". "The clients are not filthy, Mrs. Lyons, and please remember to speak politely about them and to them. Of course you are not looking forward to serving them, but that was not my point. You do handle this ordeal calmly, do you not?" "I have no other choice, Sir". "Precisely, and I believe that you will agree that so does Mrs. Johnson?" "Yes, Sir, but...". "I have told you about Miss Soong and you have seen how Miss Smythe and Miss Pathee have helped each other adapt". "Well...". "And if you had been in the other women's cabin, you would have watched all six of them coming to terms with their destiny, even joke about it, with the exception of Mrs. Alvarez, but she was practically a slave already, being born poor and Mexican. The men similarly had small trouble, is that not correct, Mr. Lyons?" "They, we're angry, but of course we can take it...Sir". "Quite. Now enough about this. Do you have further questions?" "What about our flat, Sir?" "Taken care of Mr. Lyons. When we are finished here, you have one further task before the conclusion of your processing. You will be photographed with today's newspaper, in the classical way of kidnappers, and will write a letter to Mrs. Lyons' sister. A standard text will be provided, but you may add a personal touch, without any details about your abduction of course. It will assure your sister that you are alive and well, that you have to go away for a time, that you cannot explain why, but will come back, and ask her not to make too much of a fuss about your disappearance. You will send similar letters and photographs once every three months during you stay. Your rent will be paid and your apartment kept ready for your return by a service company". "Thanks for that, at least...Sir". "No need, Mr. Lyons. You perform better if not worrying about your future. Any other questions?" Pat shook no.

"Very well. You will have many more later, but my older slaves can answer them. Please rise now, I want to have a closer look at you". They struggled to their feet and the Director gestured to the guard, who removed their handcuffs. "You may rub your wrists a bit and then place your hands behind your necks and spread your legs". They did a bidden and hesitatingly got into the revealing positions. The Director went round to look Fred straight in the eyes while fondling his wife's ample, but firm breasts. The dark eyes flashed angrily, but with an effort the novice slave restrained himself. "Yes, Mr. Lyons, it is difficult for you, but you must become used to it". He pinched her large nipples, hard enough to make her whimper. "Very difficult. For you too, Mrs. Lyons. I am afraid that these fine nubbins may cause you some pain. Clients will love to play with them and especially to clamp them". His hands slid down her belly to reach the lavish bush of silky black hair between her legs. "This has to go. All slaves are shaved, for hygienic reasons and to be more accessible to the clients. Turn, please, and bend at the waist". Pat bit her lower lip and prayed that Fred could contain himself when she felt her arsecheeks parted and a finger touching her puckered hole. "Have you ever entered you wife here, Mr. Lyons?" "Yes...Sir", he mumbled through clenched teeth. "I am indeed happy for you, Mrs. Lyons. Most male clients enjoy using a slave's anus and it can be quite painful the first few times, as I suppose you know from previous experience". He crouched to examine her sex, parting the labia lips. "Hmm, you are becoming wet easily, Mrs. Lyons, another relief for you. Some clients tend not to be particularly gentle entering a slave. You may rise and turn again".

When she faced him, he presented his fingers, sticky with her juices, in front of her face. "Rinse them, Mrs. Lyons. This will be a regular duty for you and one of the less strenuous, it is after all only yourself you are tasting". She reluctantly sucked him clean. "Many clients cannot bother to wash when they have used a slave, but expect to be cleaned by mouth. It can be rather unpleasant, especially if he has just used your anus or the anus of another slave". Fred grunted. "Yes, Mr. Lyons. There are very few limits to what clients may demand of you and you will do it all, politely, docilely and willingly". He grabbed his genitals. "Will you not, Mr. Lyons?" "I, yes, damn you, I will, got to, haven't I?" "Mr. Lyons!" The grip on his scrotum tightened and he almost bucked over with pain. "I... I will, Sir. Sorry, Sir". The Director let go and grabbed the black circumcised cock. "Much better, Mr. Lyons, there is no need to be rude". The member grew and he stroked the engorged head. "Is your husband a good lover, Mrs. Lyons?" "Yes, Sir". "Can he hold his juices until you come?" "Yes, Sir". "More than once?" "Yes, Sir. Fred is very considerate and he can fuck me for a long time without shooting". "Very good, Mr. Lyons, very good indeed. Information about our prospects' sexual capabilities is hard to obtain. I may offer you to a regular client, a very nice lady, about forty, with a taste for black lovers. She is, however, very demanding in bed, in need of partners of great endurance. Would you like to be sold for her exclusive use, Mr. Lyons?" "Of course I wouldn't ...Sir. I don't want this at all!" "You will change your mind, Mr. Lyons, once you understand the advantages. Yes, $25.000, perhaps $30.000. Turn around, imitating your wife". Fred gasped when a finger penetrated his arse and almost jumped up to bury his fist in the face he already hated. "Caution, Mr. Lyons, caution". The finger moved around to find his prostate. "Have you had intercourse with another man, Mr. Lyons?" "No... Sir", he moaned and felt his cock rise even further, banging against his stomach. "You may, Mr. Lyons. Will that cause you trouble?" "Of course it will...Sir, but I can take it". "Very good, Mr. Lyons. You may turn again". Fred saw his wife sucking on another dirty finger and cringed at the thought of what she had to swallow. "We are finished for now. Please proceed to the next room. We will meet again after your training". The guard opened the door. "Ah, just one more thing, Mrs. Lyons. I will see Miss Summers next. Will you please wait for her and bring her with you to the slave camp when I have finished with her. My present personal slave will come down shortly to introduce Miss Summers to her duties. A very good girl, Joy, almost seventeen now. I shall miss her". He sighed. "She'll be released, Sir?" "In three months time, yes. I do keep my promises, Mrs. Lyons, even if it is saddening when I have become attached to a slave".

"Fred!" Pat threw her arms around her husband's neck and kissed him hard. They had been photographed, only their faces and hands shown in the picture, their naked bodies hidden behind a newspaper, and written the letter. A guard had relieved them of their ankle chains, measured their necks, wrists and ankles and fitted them with tight, but not uncomfortable leather bands, white for Pat and black for Fred. After that he sent them outside. "Oh, Fred! What will become of us?" For the first time since their capture she allowed her tears to flow freely. "Hush, my love. We'll survive this, we can and we will". She sobbed and dried her eyes with the back of her hand. "I know, but...". "It'll be bad, my love, but we have each other, we can share the horrors". He pressed her head to his shoulder, whispering: "We've survived worse ordeals". She nodded. "But I'll become a whore. How can anyone love a whore?" "You'll never be a whore. Don't ever be afraid of losing my love, it'll only grow stronger". "Other men willˇ­use me". "And other women, men too, will use me". She looked up at his grave face. "Sorry, Fred, I'll stop now, it was just...". He closed her mouth with a new kiss and they hugged each other, until she with a giggle freed herself. "Now, Mr. Lyons. Since you can't restrain yourself, we've better sit down before this turns into an orgy". He looked sheepishly at his stiff member, bobbing against his stomach and drew her down to sit on the soft grass with their backs to the building, holding hands. "A beautiful place", Pat sighed after a while. Three distant buildings with white walls and red roofs contrasted pleasantly with the green grass and deep blue sea glimpsed between them. "The slave camp, I guess". "Our new home, my love". "Yes", she sighed, "At least it's not a dark cell in a basement. I hope the others are nice". "I'm sure they are. The guys with me on the ship are great". "So are the girls I've met. Do you think he'll keep us naked all the time?" "I can't know, but probably not. The nurse and the photographer are slaves, they were wearing collars, and they were dressed. And even if we are kept naked, we'll get used to it when it's the same for all". "Slaves! You're already referring to us as slaves". "Yeah, damn it!" "Maybe we've better. If you consider yourself a slave, you don't feel guilty if, or when, you have to do something disgusting. You don't blame yourself".

The door was opened and Caroline came out, still naked, but instead of leather restraints she had chains, apparently made of gold, encircling her neck, wrists and ankles. She looked shyly at the couple and tried to hide her breasts and crotch. Her eyes were red-rimmed from crying. Pat jumped to her feet and caught her in a warm embrace. "Don't you cry now, Caroline, it's over". "Heˇ­touched me!" "I know, dear. He touched me too". "But, but down there. He put a finger into me, my thing, and in my, my anus. Oh, God! It was so embarrassing, and he made me suck his finger clean of myˇ­ Augh, it was horrible!" She sobbed loudly. "I know, dear". Pat stroked her hair. "And, and he said that, that he was looking forward to taking my, my virginity. God! He's so old. Older than my dad!" Pat let go of her and took a step back. "Do you remember what you promised me on the boat?" The young teenage girl looked down, shuffling her bare feet. "Yes, I must be strong, but it's hard!" "Hard for all of us, dear, but we are women". Caroline smiled timidly. "And women are strong?" "Yes, dear. Now, meet my husband. Fred, this is Caroline, the strongest teenager in the world". The black man smiled broadly to her and offered his hand. She blushed, but took a deep breath and extended her own, exposing her breasts. "Hello, Mr. Lyons". "Fred, Caroline, just Fred, and please try not to be shy. Around here we're all very natural, it seems". "Yes, butˇ­". "We'll get used to it, and a lot of other things. Now, let's go down to the camp". "Yes, he, the man, the Director, said that your rooms are in building A, on the left". Pat took her hand and sought her husband's with the other.

Close up, the buildings looked quite nice, with canopied windows and surrounded by rosebushes. When the three newcomers approached, a young couple rose from garden chairs beside the entrance. Both were dressed in white shorts and t-shirts, but barefoot and with white and black leather bands. "Hi, there". The woman took a couple of steps towards them. "I'm Jackie". She was stunningly beautiful, with long legs and shining golden hair. Pat offered her hand. "Pat, and this is Caroline, and my husband, Fred". They shook hands and the young man joined them. "Bruce. Welcome to Camp Lucky". He was tall and muscular, with a handsome face. Caroline blushed again and tried to cover herself. "Hey, don't you be shy now. There's no reason to hide your beauty". "Thanks, Bruce, but...". "I know. It's hard the first few days, so let's find some clothes for you".

A corridor ran the length of the building. The floor was uncarpeted hardwood and the walls whitewashed. Doors lined either side. "Twenty-five double rooms", Bruce explained while leading the novices along. "This is yours". He stopped halfway down where a sign announced that this was where Frederick and Patricia Lyons lived. "We've made it ready for you". He opened the door to reveal a simple, but not unpleasant room, with cupboards to the left of the entrance, a door on the right, a bed on either side and at the end, close to the window, two armchairs and a table with a big bowl of fresh flowers. "Bathroom in here". He opened the door. "You share with your neighbours". There were two shower cubicles without doors or curtains, two washbasins along one wall and two lavatories on the other. At the end was a dressing table with a large mirror. A door apparently opened to the next room. "Not much privacy", Pat noticed. "No. Most of us tried setting up rules for sharing when we arrived, but after a few weeks you become used to it. Once you've tried serving together, there really is no need for privacy". "Who's next door?" "We are". Jackie revealed a room similar to their own. "Oh! You're married". "No. We didn't even know each other when arriving three months ago. Came here as singles and had other roommates at first, but last month realised that we like each other, a lot, and switched". "You can do that?" "Slaves can do more or less as they like in camp, but have to ask permission to move from one room to another. It's always granted if all four agree. Lasting relationships are encouraged. It's a stabilising factor". "Where do I stay?" Caroline still had to fight herself not to try hiding her private parts. "With Joy, dear". "Oh! Can't I be with Pat?". "You can visit her, when allowed, and that'll be quite often, but you have to stay with Joy, at least until she leaves with the next shipment". "Can you show me to our room then. You said I'd get clothes?" "She'll come down soon, but you can borrow shorts and a top from me. Why not have a bath? You must need one, after the boat". "Oh, yes", Pat agreed. "It was rough. We ran into a storm last night". "Poor darlings. Take off your bands. I'll get soap and shampoo for you, and sun block, that's very important here, especially when you're new". "We can take them off?". "Sure, when we shower or use the pool, but only then". Bruce turned to Fred. "The girls go first, as usual. How about a beer?" "Sure. You've got one?" "Lots. We can have almost anything we want here, as long as we don't get drunk".

"You are no strangers to advanced sex, I believe?" The Director slipped his finger up Eddie's arsehole. "Ah. No, Sir". "Not even SM?" "We've tried it, Sir", his wife answered. "Liked it?" The finger was joined by another. "Not all of it, Sir". "What exactly did you not like?" "Spanking, paddling even, is OK, but I don't like being whipped, Sir". "You will be". "Guess so, Sir". "And you, Mr. Johnson? You may get back into position". The soiled fingers were presented to Ann's mouth. "I don't mind. Can I take that for her, Sir?" "You like scat play, Mr. Johnson?" "Not much, Sir, but it's my shit". The fingers waved in front of the pretty face and Ann opened her mouth. "You will have to get used to it. Some clients enjoy urinating into a slave's mouth. That is, however, the limit, except for cleaning a dirty penis or dildo". "Yeah, OK, Sir, and thanks for the limit". "I run a clean house, Mr. Johnson". "What's the limit for pain, Sir?" Ann grimaced and swallowed to get rid of the taste. "No permanent marks, Mrs. Johnson. No knives, no broken bones, no branding, piercing, needles, cigarette burns. A few whip cuts, made accidentally. It happens, but as soon as blood is drawn, the client receives a warning. All rooms are monitored, as are other parts of the island". "And then what, if he can't restrain himself, Sir?" "A guard will be at his room in less than two minutes to take the slave away. The client will be expelled, immediately". "Sounds OK, Sir". "Gays or lesbians?" "No problem, Sir, sucked my first guy when I was about ten". "I love to be licked, but don't get a kick out of licking another girl, Sir". "But you have tried it?" "Yes, Sir". "Good, very good. You are very handsome, both of you, and will be much in demand, perhaps as a couple. Would you mind that?" "Do we have a choice, Sir?" "Not really, but it may cause trouble if one of you resent what is being done to the other or are unwilling to inflict pain on him or her". The couple exchanged a look. "We can handle it, Sir", Ann stated firmly. "Good. I do not like forcing my slaves. If you are incapable of serving because of a punishment, you do not earn me any money".

"You were expecting us?" Fred smacked his lips. "Sure". Bruce lowered his can. "Your names were announced about three weeks ago. I have a list of you here". The young man handed him a sheet of paper. "But we, at least Pat and I, were abducted much later than that". "You've been targeted for some time. He runs a very smooth scheme, the Director. Once you're selected, you end up here. There was a hitch this time, though. Two of the names were changed only five days ago. Don't know why". "The Alvarez couple?" "Yes, that's the new names". Fred nodded. "They were servants of another couple and surprised the kidnappers, who took them instead of their employers, I guess". "Bad luck, for them". Fred studied the list. "The barest of basic personal information, mainly our physical attributes, and quite detailed planning of our life here". "That's how it is. You're here to serve clients. What really matters is how you look and how and where you can present that look in the most alluring way. If you can contribute to the running of this place in some other way, good for the Director, and, sometimes, for you". Fred read through the list again.

Shipment 21.

Females:

Maria Alvarez, 20, married (to Fernando A.). Hispanic. Housemaid. Medium length black hair. Light brown skin. 5' 2''. D-cup. No special skills. Work: Maid and kitchen. Service: Ordinary shifts. For sale. Block C.

Millicent (Millie) Anderson, 17, single. Caucasian. High school senior. Very short black hair. 5'. Almost flat chest with small nipples. Boyish look. Friend of Christine Crowson. No special skills. Work: Maid, serving in park and at beach. Service: Ordinary shifts. Not for sale. Block C.

Mary Butler, 28, married (to James B.). Caucasian. Hairdresser. Medium length brown hair. 5' 2''. C-cup. Small feet. Work: Beauty parlour. Service: Occasional short term. Not for sale. Block B.

Christine (Chris) Crowson, 17, single. Caucasian. High school senior, cheerleader. Waist length blonde hair. 5' 4''. B-cup. Long legs. Friend of Millicent Anderson. No special skills. Work: Serving in park, at beach and restaurant. Service: Ordinary shifts. For sale. Block C.

Rosalind (Rosie) Griffin, 18, single. Afro-American. Secretary. Short, curly black hair. Medium brown skin. 5' 7''. C-cup. Very long legs and feet. Girlfriend of Charles Morton. Amateur long distance runner. Work: Office, reception. Coaching at running track. Service: Occasional very short term on special appointment. Not for sale. Block A.

Elisabeth (Liz) Jackson, 19, single. Caucasian. Beautician. Shoulder length blonde hair. 5' 3''. D-cup. Girlfriend of Ben Sorenson. Work: Beauty parlour. Service: Occasional short term. Not for sale. Block B.

Ann Johnson, 29, married (to Edward J.). Caucasian. Professional model. Shoulder length blonde hair. 5' 6''. D-cup. Very large nipples. Long legs. No special skills. Work: Serving in park, at beach and restaurant. Service: Ordinary shifts. Not for sale. Block B.

Patricia (Pat) Lyons, 27, married (to Frederick L.). Afro-American. Nurse (psychiatry). Short, curly black hair. Dark brown skin. 5' 4''. D-cup. Large nipples. Work: Health clinic. Service: Occasional short term. Not for sale. Block A.

Kalia Pathee, 19, single. Indian. College sophomore. Short black hair. Light brown skin. 5'. C-cup. Roommate of Janet Smythe. Amateur temple dancer. Work: Maid and kitchen, serving in park and at beach. Service: Ordinary shifts. For sale. Block A.

Janet Smythe, 19, single. Caucasian. College sophomore. Shoulder length brown hair. 5' 2''. B-cup. Roommate of Kalia Pathee. Amateur ballet dancer. Work: Serving in park, at beach and restaurant. Service: Ordinary shifts. For sale. Block A.

Ling Soong, 16, single. Chinese. High school junior. Short black hair. Light brown skin. 4' 7''. B-cup. Petite. No special skills. Work: Maid and kitchen. Service: Ordinary shifts. Not for sale. Block C.

Caroline Summers, 15, single. Caucasian. High school freshman. Medium length curly brown hair. 5' 1''. B-cup. Athlete. For the Director's personal use only.

Males:

Fernando Alvarez, 20, married (to Maria A.). Hispanic. Gardener. Black hair. Light brown skin. 5' 6''. 6'' penis. Work: Park. Service: Ordinary shifts. For sale. Block C.

James (Jim) Butler, 30, married (to Mary B.). Caucasian. Construction worker. Brown hair. 6' 2''. 5'' penis. Work: Handyman. Service: Occasional short term. Not for sale. Block B.

Edward (Eddie) Johnson, 32, married (to Ann J.). Caucasian. Professional model. Blond hair. 6' 2''. 5'' penis. No special skills. Work: Bar. Service: Ordinary shifts. Not for sale. Block B.

Frederick (Fred) Lyons, 29, married (to Patricia L.). Afro-American. Computer engineer. Black hair. Dark black skin. 5' 7''. Very long penis. Work: Director's office. Service: Occasional short term. Not for sale. Block A.

Charles (Charlie) Morton, 19, single. Caucasian. Sales assistant. Blond hair. 6' 4''. 6'' penis. Boyfriend of Rosalind Griffin. Amateur swimmer. No special skills. Work: Lifeguard, serving at beach, bar. Service: Ordinary shifts. For sale. Block A.

Benjamin (Ben) Sorenson, 19, single. Caucasian. Tennis coach. Blond hair. 6' 2''. 6'' penis. Boyfriend of Elisabeth Jackson. Work: Coaching at tennis, serving in park, bar. Service: Ordinary shifts. For sale. Block B.

"You've been here for three months?" "Yep, came with the previous shipment". "So you have some experience?" "Sure". "Is it very bad?" The young man took another sip of his beer. "Two months ago I'd say yes, but now I've more or less grown used to it. You won't believe that. I didn't, when I asked the same question of the guy who trained me. But it's true. You do get used to it, have to, of course, but you do". "What do you actually have to do?" Bruce shrugged his broad shoulders. "Just about anything you can imagine and then some. I've mostly served lady clients, but some men as well, couples too". "Lady clients, you say. They can't be ladies if they come out here to abuse some poor guys or girls". "Of course they're a bunch of bloody perverts, but do no harm, as they see it. They're rich, of course, most of them look nice, even the older among them. Pay a lot of money for some days in luxury and a willing partner in their twisted sex games. Nothing wrong with that. We're above legal age, at least in this country, whatever that is, Columbia or Venezuela, one of the island nations in the Caribbean. Anyway, the clients come here; many of them are regulars. They're received by beautiful, half-naked girls, have a luxury suite. Other girls and boys serve them hand and foot, as maids or bellboys, at table, the bar, in the lounge. They coach them at tennis, caddy for them on the golf course, do their hair, give them a manicure, a massage, just about anything, and always politely, with a smile and dressed so they can enjoy their bodies. In the suites they find a catalogue with pictures of the same girls and boys, in the nude of course, and descriptions of their special skills. They select one of them, or more, check the updated list on their TV to see if they're available, make a phone call, and she or he arrives, ready to serve". "But what do you actually do?" "We work twelve hour shifts. You start by going to the hotel to look at the schedule. Sometimes you find that you've been booked already, if so, you make ready and go to the client's room. If not, you get orders for the day. If you have special skills, you may be called to use them. I don't, I'm just a college boy". "How old are you?" "Nineteen. On day shifts I mostly work in the park, sometimes as a caddy, and at night in the kitchen or with the laundry. Anyway, you go to work and some days that's it, you finish your shift and go home without serving a client, unless one of them has a little fun with you during the day. Once you've worked eight hours of a shift without being requested by a client, you're in the blue, are taken off the list of available slaves, because you'll be too tired to perform satisfactorily. We work hard, without breaks, except for a hurried meal. On other days a client calls reception and asks for you, or you catch their eye somewhere around the island, and then your shift is extended by twelve hours, unless it's a short-term booking. The girls look you up on the screen, send a runner for you, and you stop doing whatever it is, run back to the locker room, take a shower, make yourself presentable, grease up your hole, holes if you're a girl and get up to the suite". "Look you up on the screen?" "Yeah, you have that homing device. They just punch your number and a little dot shows where you are". "So those implants are real?" "Of course they are, though I prefer to think that the poison one is a fake, but I'm afraid it isn't. You've felt that the punishment thing works". "And when called to serve?" "You make ready, as I said, as quickly as you can, the client is waiting, and they can get pretty angry if kept too long. You enter, without knocking, slaves are not persons, but part of the fittings, display yourself if it's not a regular, they mostly tell you to get started at once". "Display?" "Yeah. All the suites have a big glass wall to a balcony. You step up to that, put your hands behind your neck and spread your legs. Remember to keep your eyes at the floor. The client looks you over, feels you up and off we go". "Go where?" The boy looked down at his bare feet. "We usually don't tell. Not something you want to discuss. If it's real bad you share it with your partner or closest friend. Here at camp we talk about other things, relax, have fun".

Fred nodded. "Sorry mate". "No need, I was new and loaded with questions three months ago. Mostly it's not too bad, sometimes even good. I have a regular client, a lady in her mid fifties. She often wants to talk, telling me about her travels, she's been almost everywhere. I sit or kneel on the floor beside her chair, sometimes I lick her feet. When she grows tired of that, we fuck. She chains me spread-eagle on the bed and rides me, slowly, very slowly, for a long time, demanding that I don't climax". He grinned shyly. "Hell of a job I tell you, but I've learned to control myself. Sometimes she puts clothespins on my nipples, cock and balls, toes, well, anywhere, and she likes spanking me, bent over the rail of her bed, mostly with a paddle, just before she goes to sleep. She chains me there, spanks me, lies down so I can lick her feet and falls asleep. Kind of tiring it is, to remain standing there all night. Not too bad, as I said, and it can be a lot worse. This client, she's had these weird needs since she was a girl, she's told me. When younger she was even weirder, a real sadist, whipping boys until she drew blood. You don't find many guys who'll take that willingly, at least she didn't. Being filthy rich, she bought some hustlers, but it's a tricky business, you never know what you may catch from them and they may try blackmailing you. That's why guys like the Director set up places like this. It's not the only one, far from it. This particular client of mine has been to three other islands and she knows about at least three more. But she didn't like it because the boys and girls there are forced to serve. Kidnapped and beaten into submission, killed when they're worn out or sold as slaves abroad, that's if they're lucky. Places like that doesn't have any rules, no limits at all. You'd think those twisted people just love it, and I guess that a lot of them do, but not all. Not people who come here. They want to play rough, but they don't like the idea of being criminals". "But we are kidnapped and forced". "Sure, but they don't know that. How can they? They're told that we are here on a contract to earn some money and they see us moving freely around, no chains, no guards with whips. They know that there are rules, limits, and that they'll be thrown out if they break them. They know that we have free time, that they can't get us whenever they like. We come to them willingly, submit with a smile, serve with a smile. No, they really don't know we're forced". Fred nodded. "Clever bastard, one must give him that. But why not try telling them, if some of them are as reasonable as you say?" "The rooms are monitored, the rest of the place too". "Yeah, OK. And it's true that we're released after two years?" "I'm sure of that. We just said our farewells to some former fellows". "They could be killed at sea or sold elsewhere". "They might be, but I don't think so. All of us have suspected something like that, but the Director has shown videos of other guys and girls, first as slaves, later resuming normal lives back home. Some of them were here with people who are still on the island. They've recognised them on the films and you can see that they were made recently. No, we serve two years and we go home, unless we earn a punishment". "Ingenious. A foolproof way of making people work for him, without protest, once we've adjusted to our fate". "And much better than if we'd been captured by the real shitheads. That's why I call this place Camp Lucky".

Pat and Caroline came out with Jackie, like her dressed in white shorts and t-shirts. "God, that was wonderful, to be clean again". Pat smiled to her husband, shaking her thick mane of dark hair. "And dressed". Caroline had lost her frightened look and smiled timidly. "Sure, and don't you look good. I'd better have a bath as well". Fred rose to kiss his wife tenderly and disappeared inside, just before two naked girls crossed the lawn. "Hi! Janet and Kalia, I guess. I'm Jackie, we've got a lot in common". She embraced and kissed them in turn. "I'm a dancer too". "Oh!" Janet looked at her gorgeous body. "But much prettier than I". "Rubbish! You're beautiful, dear. The clients will love you". "Yeah, shit!" "Don't hang your head, girlie. If you warm them up a bit, dancing, and have a fine body, they tend to forget about the heavy stuff and just fuck you". "How can you say things like that? It's horrible!" Kalia's large dark eyes were brimming with tears. "Course it isn't, not all the time, and I do because that's part of my life now. Kidding yourself only makes you depressed, but come on, let me show you to your room". Bruce looked at his list when the three girls went inside. "Now we just have to wait for Rosalind and Charles. Are they a couple?" "I don't know, she was not in my cabin. But what about the others, we were eighteen?", Pat answered. "They stay at the other houses. New slaves are distributed evenly in three groups, with two tutors each. Known couples are kept together, whether they're married, like you and Fred, or lovers, or just friends as I suppose Janet and Kalia are". "Yes, they were roommates at college and support each other". "That's the point. It's easier if you have a partner or close friend, believe me. I was a bit down and out in the beginning. It's much better now I have Jackie". Pat looked at Caroline who was relaxing in the sun. "What happens to the singles?" "We're roomed with another single. I got a real good mate, Don, in B, one of the older slaves. He has just six months left now". She lowered her voice. "What about Caroline then?" "She'll be fine, Pat, real fine, once she gets over the initial shock. I know Joy, the Director's present maid, very well. She's a nice girl and she'll help her adapt". "Maid?" "Yeah, that's what we call it, bedmate of course. But Joy says that he's very gentle, only fucks her, no funny stuff at all, except that he ties her up sometimes. Caroline will have her own room at his private apartment and she'll actually be his maid, serve his meals, clean and wash and so on, and keep him company. Joy comes down here nearly every day. He allows her almost complete freedom whenever he doesn't need her, and she's of course absolutely out of bonds, always discreetly followed by a guard, who'll stop any client if he tries to use her". "They can do that, use you, anytime?" "Sure. They can only fuck you or do any rough stuff if you're actually serving them, and only fuck you in their suites. But when working you'll always be dressed in something very revealing and they'll feel you up, pinch your bottom, fondle your breasts, things like that, when you serve at table or they just spot you somewhere. In that happens you stop whatever you're doing and accept it with a smile. They may order you to get naked and display yourself, so they can decide if they want to book you later". Pat shuddered. "Ugh!" "Yeah, you'll get used to it". "There's another single girl, Ling Soong. What about her?" Bruce looked at the list. "In C, with a very nice girl, Japanese". "But she's only sixteen and so petite". "She'll be fine, Pat. Her roommate is very much in demand, hardly has a shift without serving a client, but she's seldom hurt much. The clients, who like girls like her, mostly just tie them up with rope. I guess they've seen some of those pictures of tied up Asian girls you can find anywhere on the net. It's uncomfortable, hurts a bit and you get the cramps, but nothing like being whipped".

"You're a hairdresser, aren't you?" Mary and Jim had been sent to block B to meet their tutors. "Yes I am, how did you know?" They were shown the list and Jim shook his head. "Damn well organised. Hard to fight". "Don't even think about it, Jim", his wife begged. "I won't, love, promise". "You'll be kept busy, Mary. Your predecessor just left. She hardly ever served a client but as a hairdresser". "Yes, he told me, the Director. I can't say that I'm not a bit relieved, but I 'will' have to serve". "Of course, but she didn't do it more than a few times a month, if a client really insisted and never a full shift, perhaps an hour or two. It's a nuisance for the other clients if they can't have their hair done when they want. It's the same for one of the other new, Liz. She's a beautician. You'll be working together. There's a beauty parlour at the hotel and we girls down here at camp will line up outside your doors as soon as you've finished a regular shift". "Oh no!" Mary sighed in mock despair. "Two years without a holiday". "Sure". The other woman smiled. "And we'll have to rush your training. I'll teach you and Liz the basic rules as soon as she's been processed. You must begin your first shift after lunch, but won't be made available for clients until later, so don't worry about that. You just have to learn how to behave towards them and in the beauty parlour that's not much different from what you're used to, I guess, except that you'll be half naked, of course, and the male clients like feeling you up, some of the females too". "And you Jim", the other male slave asked, "It says construction worker, but you're more than that, aren't you, rather a skilled handyman, we were told". "Yes, I mostly work as a back up, refining and repairing when the regular teams have finished". "And that's what you'll be doing here. We actually miss a man like you, haven't had one for three months now. Some of us amateurs have had to make do as best we could and there's always something to repair, so that'll take up most of your time. And you must be on constant call, only serve clients on an hourly basis". "OK". "But you 'will' have to serve, mate. A big, strong fellow like you is perfect for a quickie, if a female client gets horny during the day and wants a change from her regular slave. And I'm afraid that some of the male clients like warming up by whipping another man, bigger than themselves, before they plunge in. Boosts their egos, I guess". Jim shrugged his broad shoulders. "OK".

"How many boys have you sucked off, Miss Crowson?", the Director asked casually, parting Millie's arsecheeks. "Ah, well, I don't really know, Sir". "At least twenty. Augh!", her friend panted. He pressed his finger further up her narrow tunnel. "And you, Miss Anderson?" "Ouch! Do you have to do that, Sir. It hurts". "You have never had a penis in your anus, Miss Anderson?" "Of course not! That's gross...Sir. Auw, please stop!" He withdrew the dirty finger. "You may turn again, Miss Anderson". When she faced him, the finger was waving in front of her mouth. "Clean me, Miss Anderson". She stared from it to his face. "You can't be serious, Sir!" "I can and I am, Miss Anderson. Suck my finger clean, now!". She opened her mouth, retching when it entered, but fought her nausea and swallowed. "Much better, Miss Anderson. You will have to this often, though hardly a finger". "Must we, Sir? It's so disgusting!" "Yes, Miss Crowson. You must always do what a client may request, so remember to clean yourself thoroughly before serving". "Ah, yes, of course". She looked relieved, hastily adding: "Sir". "But you have no objections to sucking a penis?" "No, I rather like it, Sir". "And you, Miss Anderson?" "I like it better in another place, but it's OK, Sir". He smiled evilly. "Two experienced whores". "Experienced, perhaps, but no whores, Sir!" "You are now, young ladies". "No we aren't, we're your slaves, Sir". "Quite, and my slaves are whores, Miss Crowson". She looked down, shuffling her chained feet angrily. "And have you tried a bit of pain?" "Noo, well, shit, yes I have...Sir. One of my boyfriends liked tying me up on the bed and slap my arse". "And did you like that?" "To be honest, it wasn't too bad, Sir". "And you, Miss Anderson?" "We shared him, we always share our boyfriends, Sir. No jealousy, see?" "Very good, very good indeed. You are young and very pretty. I expect that you will be used quite often". "How old are they, those clients, Sir?" "The younger about thirty, a few past seventy". "That old, but then they can't...". "Cannot what, Miss Crowson? Oh yes they can, whip a girl, I mean, and if she is clever, she makes sure that they are satisfied. If not, her back and arse will be very sorry". "Yeah, of course. They can't get it up unless when beating the shit out of some poor girl...Sir". "Precisely, Miss Crowson". She shrugged. "OK, if that's what it takes...". "Perhaps, but there are other ways. Use your considerable charms, young ladies, and you may be able to sleep on your backs".

Ling didn't hesitate to kneel and take the Director's cock into her small mouth. "You have been taught how to please a man?" She nodded without letting go. "In the ways of the shibari too?" She nodded again and he closed his eyes to enjoy the sensations when her tongue curled around the stiff rod. She bobbed her head and sucked carefully, then took him past her tonsils and blew gently around the intruder, and he exploded down her throat. "You will have an easy time here, my dear, and leave to be a precious gift for a husband".

"You may rise". The two young couples knelt in front of the Director, Ben and Charlie fuming with rage, silent only under the threat of the guard's pacifier. They struggled to their feet, but the two boys had hardly got up before they dropped back on the floor, writhing and screaming. Their girlfriends looked on in horror and Rosie cried: "Stop that, for God's sake, stop!" The boys' bodies convulsed a few more times. "Get up again!" They lay panting and didn't stir. "Up, or you will receive another shock". The two shivering boys got slowly on their knees and finally to their feet. "That, Mr. Morton and Mr. Sorenson, was done to demonstrate what will happen if you do not serve a client to the best of your ability". Ben stared at him, eyes full of hate. "So take care". The Director scrutinised them. "I have some experience in handling young hotheads like you, who cannot adapt to their lives here. The electric shocks are for emergencies, for less dangerous behaviour we have the rubber hose". Charlie snorted. "And you consider yourself tough, do you not, Mr. Morton, believe that you can endure a whipping? You can not. Once you are hanging from your wrists and it cuts into your back, you will not even be able to scream, because of the intense pain and you will count yourself blessed when you eventually pass out. But not even that will be necessary, Mr. Morton, because you 'will' behave as expected, you 'will' be a perfect slave to my clients, utterly submissive, unfailingly polite, whatever is required of you. And do you know why, Mr. Morton?" "Because you'll beat the shit out of me". Charlie screamed and dropped to his knees when his abdomen once again exploded in pain. "You say 'Sir', Mr. Morton, every single time you address or answer me or a client. 'Miss' or 'Ma'am' if it is a lady client". The tall boy bowed his head to hide his tears. "Do you not, Mr. Morton?" "Yes, Sir", he croaked. "For Miss Griffin's sake I sincerely hope so". He raised his head to stare at the old man. "Quite, Mr. Morton. Complaints from a client will result in a whipping, but not of you, of Miss Griffin. It will not amuse you to watch her beautiful body writhing in the chains, to see her breasts turning red and blue, listen to her screaming. At least I do not think so, Mr. Morton".

He held up his hand to silence any outbursts. "You have now been warned about what will happen if you do not behave. As of now, the slightest hesitation, a mere hint of rudeness from one of you will earn Miss Griffin or Miss Jackson a whipping. Have I made myself clear?" The four pairs of eyes stared horrified at him. "Have I?" "Yes, Sir", Ben cried, terrified that he should cause his beloved any harm. "Yes, Sir", Charlie croaked, beaten. "Good. Miss Griffin, will you please kneel to suck Mr. Sorenson's penis". She looked startled for a moment, then shrugged her shoulders and, with an apologetic glance at Liz, sank to her knees to engulf the boy's meat. Ben blushed and looked up at the ceiling, trying to will himself not to get hard, but the hot mouth around his long dick was soon winning the uneven battle and he moaned softly. "Continue until he spurts, Miss Griffin, but do not swallow". 'Shit', the boy thought and stopped resisting to get it over with. He came quickly and to his embarrassment in copious amounts, making the brown girl's mouth overflow and sperm seep out of the corners of her mouth. 'Sorry, Rosie, but it's been some time', he thought. "Excellent, Miss Griffin. Now kiss your boyfriend and deposit the delicious fluid in his mouth". Before he had time to react, the kneeling Charlie's mouth was covered and Rosie forced his lips apart with her tongue. He almost choked, but imagined her screaming under the whip and swallowed the other boy's sperm. "Well done, slaves. You may rise". The lovers struggled to their feet and the guard removed the handcuffs. They rubbed their wrists, carefully avoiding looking at each other. "That was a small demonstration of what may be demanded of you. Clients have only one regular slave at a time, but quite often want a couple, so you must become accustomed to serving together. For a male client it can be very amusing to have a female slave suck him off and feed a male with the result, or to make use of her vagina or anus and make him clean her. And I mean clean, suck everything out, whether it is from one or the other of her nether orifices". Charlie shook his head. "Yes, Mr. Morton, and you will do it with a smile, will you not?" "Yes, Sir". "Or...?" "Or you'll whip Rosie...Sir". "Exactly. And so will you, Mr. Morton, though perhaps not as severely. Miss Griffin may be riding a client, who is comfortably resting on his back, perhaps sipping the glass of wine you have just brought him, and you will whip her delicious breasts, will you not?" The boy closed his eyes and swallowed hard. "Yes, Sir". "I am indeed happy to hear that, happy for Miss Griffin, that is".

"Hi, I'm Joy". The other teenager embraced Caroline, kissing her on both cheeks. She eyed the pretty brunette's slim body, thinking: 'She might be my sister'. "Welcome. We'll see a lot of each other. Is it OK if I bring Caroline with me now?" "Sure, we have to get on with the training", Jackie answered. "But...but won't you train me?" "No, dear, Joy will do that, and you don't need to be trained like the others". "But why? I want to stay with Pat!" The young girl's eyes were brimming with tears. "Caroline! Remember...", the nurse warned. "Yes, but it's hard!" She looked pleadingly at Jackie. "Better leave, dear. It won't be pleasant to stay and listen to what we have to tell. You can come down tomorrow. It'll be OK, don't be afraid. Just listen to Joy". "Yes, dear. I promise that you won't be hurt". "But he, the Director, he said he wouldˇ­take my virginity". "I know, but I'll be there too, show you how to handle it and hold your hand, and he won't do it tonight". "OK". Caroline sighed and embraced Pat, tried to smile to the others and left hand in hand with her predecessor. "Poor kid". Janet looked after them. "Yes, it's a bit early, but did you enjoy it, the first time?" "Not much. Two clumsy teenagers sweating on the back seat". "Exactly. If what Joy tells is true, and why should she lie to us, the Director may be old, at least seem so to a girl like Caroline, but he knows what he's doing. Sometimes I think that one ought to have found an experienced man to do the honours". Jackie smiled wryly. "But anyway, shall we get on with it? Lunch first".

"Hey, what have we got here! Where've you been hiding, babes?" Two men blocked their way when Joy and Caroline came walking towards the hotel. "Let's have a closer look. Drop those clothes, you're overdressed!" "Please, Sir. Let us pass". "No, way. Get naked, now!" "Manuel!" Joy didn't turn, just squeezed her new friend's hand reassuringly. The young man in guard uniform, who had followed them at a distance since they left the camp, came running. "Yes, Miss Joy?" "Please explain to these clients that we're out of bonds". "Yes, Miss Joy. You're not allowed to touch the golden girls, Sir. It's in the rules". "Aw, their owners won't mind. Who owns you by the way, maybe we could borrow you?" "That's not possible, Sir. Will you please step aside now?" "Like hell I won't!" One of them suddenly grabbed the front of Joy's light dress and ripped it open to show her firm young breasts. "Delicious! I...". He got no further before finding himself on the ground, felled by a karate kick from the guard who drew a gun to train it at the other man. "Don't move!" He grabbed a whistle and blew twice. A few moments later three more guards came running. "What's up?", one of them asked with a worried look at the scene. "This client attacked Miss Joy, Sir". "I see. Take him away and lock him up, boys. And the other client?" "He just looked on". "OK. Will you please go to your room, right now, Sir, and wait for the Director". "Guess I have to, but I don't know what he did wrong". He looked after the other man, who was frog-marched away, protesting and threatening the guards. "He did the absolutely worst thing anyone on this island could possibly do. He not only bothered Miss Joy, he attacked her!" "And so what, she's a slave, isn't she?" "Miss Joy is the Director's personal assistant, Sir". "Assistant! Huh?" He looked after the girl, who calmly had gathered the remains of her dress to cover her breasts and walked away, head high, with Caroline and the guard.

"Sorry about that, dear. It never happened before, not to me at least, but you can see that you've got nothing to fear. The Director protects us". They entered the cool hall and the receptionists looked alarmed. "But Joy! What happened?" "One of the clients stopped us and told us to undress, ripped my clothes when Manuel told him to lay off". "Oh, dear! You're in for it, Manuel. The Director will be furious!" "Manuel did what he could, it just happened so quickly. Don't worry, I'll tell the Director how it was". "Thanks, Miss Joy, I'm so sorry". "It's OK. Come Caroline, let's go up". She led her to a door and punched some buttons to open it and reveal a small lift. "Private, directly to the Director's flat. Only he and I know the code". They rode up and stepped out into a vast room, occupying one end of the building, with window walls on three sides, looking out to a roof garden. Oriental rugs covered parts of the white marble floor and sitting groups of modern furniture were scattered around. "Nice, isn't it?" "Gosh! I've never seen anything like this, didn't know such places exist. He lives here all alone?" "Except for me, us, yes. Sometimes he has visitors, but not very often. We'll be staying over here". Joy crossed to a door and opened it to a little hall. "Our room, but actually it's a suite". She showed a pleasant sitting room with doors to the roof garden. A swimming pool was glittering outside. "Just for you, us, I mean?" "Sure, and our garden is fenced off. No one comes here, except us". "And the Director". "Not even him. This is our private place. There's more". They returned to the hall and Joy opened doors to show a dining-room, a large bedroom, a study with bookshelves, TV, stereo rack and a complete computer station, and a smaller room with a bed and a dresser. "See, even an extra bedroom". "So this is where I have to stay?" Caroline looked dismayed. "No, dear, you can sleep with me, if you like. At least until you've grown used to this, but we'll be staying together for about three months and you'll want some privacy later. Now let me change and find some clothes for you, other than what you've borrowed. Then lunch, what would you like?" "I, I don't know. I'm not very hungry". "Of course you are, had nothing but that horrible mush in the cell and on the boat. How about a quiche with salad and a dessert?" "Yes, thank you". "Don't". Joy picked up a phone. "Could we have two quiches, some salad and bread, and a strawberry flan?" She listened. "OK, raspberry then. Fifteen minutes? Thanks, dear".

"At least they feed us decently", Charlie sighed when the six new slaves once again were standing outside their slavehouse. "Beer even!" "A well fed slave performs better, mate", Bruce told him. "Yeah, guess so". "Let's start with that", Jackie continued, "Of course it's not for our sake, but here at camp it's OK. We can do anything we like. We dress properly". She indicated her cotton shorts and T-shirt. "We eat well, have TV, films, computer games, books, a pool, gym, and first of all, we have each other. All of us are friends. We have no secrets; there's nothing to hide. We don't compete; we've no say in what we do at work. Jealousy is unknown; we have enough sex at work to last a lifetime, but couples of course enjoy each other". She sent Bruce a tender smile. "And sometimes new relationships are formed, but as far as I know, no one who came here as a couple has broken up, rather the opposite. You're closer than ever when comforting your partner. You need each other more, far more, than couples back in our 'old' world. But we try to keep unloading private. If we had a permanent weeping party all over camp, it'd be unbearable, so what you'll meet down here is a bunch of cheerful guys and girls". "Sounds reasonable", Rosie nodded. "And we limit shop talk to a minimum. We do exchange information about clients, but keep it at a professional level. It's very useful for the rest of us to know what to expect from a new or if a regular catches a fancy for a another kind of fun and games". "That's what you call it, 'fun and games'?" Charlie asked, incredulously. "Yes, we try to joke about what we have to do, the alternative is crying". "Yeah, guess you're right".

"Anyway, you may spend your free time anyway you like, but take care to stay fit. If exhausted during a session, you can't keep your head clear to please the client, perhaps annoy him instead and get off much worse than necessary. Catch all the sleep you need. It may be tempting to spend your free time with friends or your partner, enjoying yourself, but you have to rest or you can't endure the sessions. Always remember that a work shift may be up to twenty hours if you're unlucky and are booked by a client ten minutes before your first eight hours are up". "But they can't fuck us for twelve hours in a row", Pat interrupted. "Easily. Let's say your shift begins at six, in the kitchen, preparing breakfast and running around with the trays, after that you clean suites and change sheets and towels until lunch, then you serve at the restaurant and after that in the park or at the beach. You've literally been on your feet for eight hours without a single break. Then, just before the eight hours are up, a client spots you, feels you up, and decides to book you. You run down to make yourself ready and then it begins. The client has enjoyed his day, is relaxed and ready for a lot of fun. He can easily fuck you a couple of times for a start. He'll tie you up, probably whip or cane you some, before using one of your holes or both. Then he may decide to go for a swim and hang you from a branch at the beach in the meantime. After that he relaxes in the park, with you on your knees beside him or running around serving him fresh drinks. He goes back to change for dinner and you give him a blowjob, while he drinks the cocktail, you've served him, and amuses himself by playing with your clamped nipples. He has dinner with you standing behind his chair, chats to friends at the bar with you as a footstool and finally retires to bed around midnight, which means that he ties you up again, whips you some more and fucks you cunt and perhaps your arse too, if he has the stamina. When he finally sends you away its two o'clock in the morning and you have to start a new shift twelve hours later. I don't have to tell that you're more than dead tired when you stumble to your room and don't have much time to enjoy yourself before it starts all over again".

"Oh, my God, is it like that all the time?" "No, but it can happen, I actually described one of my own worst days, but not very often. Many clients are regulars and have a favourite slave or two. They usually request her when booking, so she'll be ready for them on arrival. That means just a twelve-hour shift. If necessary, her schedule is rearranged to give her a full rest period before serving. The regulars know about this and usually make all of their bookings on beforehand to ensure fresh and well-prepared slaves at every shift". "Very considerate", Fred remarked dryly. "Well, actually yes. A tired slave is not much fun, unless you want a reason for punishing her for bad performance. That happens, but most often they like a well rested, smiling, sweet smelling girl in their bed. If you're called to serve during a work shift, it'll normally be by a new client, who doesn't know the ropes, so to speak, or because one of the regulars wants an extra slave for a few hours. Besides, the girls at reception try making the client wait a bit if he wants a slave directly from a long shift. I know this sounds very businesslike, but that's exactly how we try to keep it". The novice slaves nodded their understanding. "Questions about free time, before we proceed to work shifts?" "It can be very irregular hours then?" "Yes, everything is centred around serving clients. They arrive by seaplane at any hour during the day, and by the way, they know just as much about this island as we do. I've been asked about it a couple of times and a client once told me that the planes have darkened windows. They often like to talk, something you encourage, but you never, ever give details about your life. You're here out of your own free will, to earn some money, for university, to start a business, because your mother is ill, whatever. You're on a two years contract with very strict punishment clauses, so you'll lose a lot of money if you break the terms, and one of them is never to reveal anything about yourself. Another prohibits any kind of contact between a client and a slave once your contract has run out, so you can't make a deal about serving them as their private slaves later". "Clever", Charlie sighed, "But those irregular schedules mean that we may never see each other?" "Hardly never. Sometimes your partner is asleep when you return from a shift and you when she leaves, but there's always time for a kiss and a cuddle and a little comforting, if you've had a rough time".

"OK, work shifts". Bruce took over the tutoring and looked at the list. "The Director is very keen to use a slave's special skills, if she or he has any. You, Rosie, are a trained secretary, so you'll work at the office". "Lucky you", Jackie interrupted, "No clients fondling you". "No, and only very special clients will get you. There are two secretaries, one is leaving with the next shipment, and they're never on the list of available slaves. The Director needs them to do the paperwork, so it's mostly ordinary office hours, a little longer than normal, but still". "OK". The brown girl looked relieved. "But you'll be used for the first month or two, quite a lot. There are not many Afro-American slavegirls, so the clients will queue up, especially when they see the pictures of you". "OK, I can handle it". Rosie sent her lover a stern look. "You're a long distance runner. Some of the younger clients may want you coaching them, so keep up your training and get used to running barefoot". "Happily, but why barefoot?" "Because slaves never wear shoes". "Never?" "We simply don't have any". "Oh!" "Same with you, Pat. You're a nurse and we only have one. You met her at processing and she too is leaving in three months. Practically no serving clients for you and if you do, the session can be interrupted without warning if you're needed at the clinic. Clients don't like that, so it'll be very short or no sessions for you". "I won't pretend to miss it". "But you two". Bruce looked apologetically at Janet and Kalia. "You're college kids, so it's mostly kitchen or restaurant for you, and serving clients, I'm afraid". "OK, we can do that, can't we, Kal?" "Guess so. We'll try distracting them with a dance, like Jackie told us". "And you, Fred, will work closely with the Director. You can imagine how advanced his computer and communication systems must be. I know from the secretaries that most maintenance is done long distance, but specialists are flown in sometimes and the Director doesn't much care for that". "He, the Director said something about selling me, to a woman who likes lovers with a lot of endurance". "That must be 'Miss five hours', she's insatiable. I've only been with her once, with my former roommate, and she really kept us at it for hours, first one and then the other and then the first again. But she's nice, real nice, sits down to have a talk and a glass of wine in between the fucking. She's always on top and she likes a pair of nipple clamps, with a chain, as a sort of bridle when she rides you, and you're spread-eagle on the bed, real tight, so you can't move, but no whipping or anything. Yeah, you're in luck if you can make her buy you. Clever of him, she comes here two or three times a month for a couple of days and the rest of the time he can exploit your professional skills. She won't allow other clients access to you, I'm sure". "So Pat and I'll go on working more or less normally?" "Guess so, but you won't be that lucky, Charlie. Not much use for sales assistants around here, so you'll work like me, maybe spend some time as a life guard on the beach, but we have others, and in that job you'll be very much in the ladies' eyes. You know, they come down for a swim, hang around to catch some sun, lie there with you right in front of their eyes, and off you go". Charlie shrugged his broad shoulders. "OK, so I fuck them". "You do, mate, but with big guys like us they get kick out of giving us the whole treatment. Guess they work out their frustrations on us". "OK, I can take it, my only concern is about Rosie".

"On with work shifts. If booked in advance you prepare yourself at the beginning of your shift. If booked during the day, you're usually allowed the same. But before you even begin a work shift, it's a good idea to take an enema or two, at least you won't have to swallow your own shit then". Janet made a face. "I know it's disgusting, but you'll have to get used to it. You always begin a shift by going to the locker room at the hotel and report to the girls at reception. They take bookings from clients and get orders from the Director's office. If not booked, you prepare for what kind of work you're allotted that day. There's a dress code and different sorts of uniforms stored at the locker room. Clothes are made of white, transparent silk and cut to reveal your body. The purpose is not to cover you, but to make you look tasty to clients. Boys always wear shorts, sleeveless shirts when doing manual work, but shorts only when working as servants. Girls doing manual work wear short skirts and sleeveless tops. When serving, they're topless and with a sort of long apron, just covering their front, leaving the arse bare. Skirts are slit to the waist, front, sides and back and shorts have an opening in front to allow clients easy access to your genitals". "Ouch!" Rosie shuddered. "Yeah, they can paw you anytime and they do", Bruce shrugged. "Manual work is just that, if you're not a specialist. Boys cut lawns, rake footpaths and beaches, weed and prune, water the flowerbeds, move furniture and luggage. Girls clean and polish all over the hotel. All of us work in the laundry and kitchen. There are always very good professional cooks, but they need helpers, dishwashers". He grinned. "More or less what lots of college kids do and in a way it is. But it's hard work and long hours. Not counting specialists, a full shift is between sixty and seventy slaves, and if half of them are serving clients, the rest have their hands full. Night shifts mostly do laundry and clean at the hotel outside the suites. The booked slaves act as servants for their clients, but there are always girls at the restaurant and at reception, boys working the bar or as bellboys, and both sexes available in the park and at the beach. And remember that the working slaves can be booked for shorter terms anytime. 'Quickies', we call it".

"When booked, you ask for information about the client". "Information?" "There's a computer file on them, general description and special wishes. It's constantly updated, all of us do that when back from a session, add new information, as detailed as possible, especially with new clients. When you're requested, reception reads it to you". "He knows about this, the shithead?" "The Director, mate, always refer to him as that or you'll slip one day and earn a punishment. Yes, of course he knows, set up the file for all I know. It's been running for years, very useful from his point of view, as well as ours. We get off a little easier when we know what a client likes or dislikes, and he gets satisfied clients". "Clever". "Very, you should know that by now. In fact he's brilliant, could've made a fortune in any kind of business". "Wish he had!" "Sure, but anyway, you'll be told what to expect. If you come from work, you take a shower, and you always take care to grease your holes. There's a very good lotion, which helps a lot, and, depending on what you can expect, you use another lotion on the parts of your body the client may want to hurt. It's actually for use after a session, there are painkillers in it, but good for preparation as well. A whipping or the clamps always hurt, but it does ease it a bit. Then you make yourself presentable and take the service lift to the client's suite". "Presentable?" "Put on a bit of make up and perfume, if the client likes that, and if you're a girl, and dress. Many regulars want their slave naked, but others like to see you wrapped in something. You'll be told what and there are all sorts of fancy things available, not fetishwear, like leather or rubber, but different harem style things. For newcomers, and if there's no record, you put on normal slavewear. That's a long slit skirt and a short top for girls and for boys a sort of apron which just about covers your front. Looks silly, but you'll soon lose it anyway. When they want to go out or just keep them company, the clients may send you down to put on something else. Underwear of any kind, and shoes, are not available at all. Questions before the photo session?"

"Photo session?" "For the catalogue, like this". Bruce handed a set of pictures of himself around. A face shot, three full body pictures, front, back and side-view, of him standing naked with his hands clasped behind his head and feet spread. Another was a close up of his genitals, cock at full erection and on a sixth he was bent over, opening his arse with his hands to expose the puckered hole. "And this". The next set showed Jackie in the same positions, but spreading her labia lips to present her vagina and erect clit and with the addition of a close-up of her breasts. "Ouch!" Kalia looked away. "There's a set like this of each slave in the suites and they're on TV as well. The clients spend hours looking through them and reading the descriptions". He handed them a sheet of paper, which told that he was a college sophomore and amateur volleyball player, and stated his age, height, weight, and the length and circumference of his erect penis. He had no special skills as a slave, but was agile and able to endure prolonged sessions of very tight bondage and to take severe whippings on back and arse, whereas his genitals were sensitive and should be treated with some care. His sexual performance was described as average and his arse as not very tight. Clients praised him as a very polite and knowledgeable boy, with whom it could be a pleasure to spend some time in conversation. Lady clients recommended his very slim penis for arsefucking and observed that his own hole was perfect for larger dildos. The description of Jackie included measures of her chest, waist and hips. Her vagina was tight and creamed well, her arse very tight, painful for larger penises, and her mouth very talented, able to take a penis down the throat without gagging. She could take all average whippings and her breasts were well formed for tying up. Her specialities were erotic dancing and masturbating with her feet. Clients, male and female, praised the latter as a delightful novelty and found it amusing if she danced for them in the park, especially at moonlight, when little bells could be clipped to her nipples and clit to make the performance more exotic. "How businesslike, as if you were toys or pets or something", Pat frowned. "That's precisely what we are to them".

"Let's bring it to the terrace". Joy opened a cupboard in the dining room to reveal a service lift, where four covered dishes, a bowl of salad and a basket of bread were waiting. "Directly from the kitchen. You can have almost anything". They carried their food to the roof garden, where a dining table was placed under a canopy, and Joy showed where plates and cutlery were stored. When they'd laid the table and a bewildered Caroline sank down on the deep cushions of her chair, the other girl fetched a cool bottle of white wine. "Maybe you like a coke better, but I think we deserve a glass, to steady the nerves after that idiot". Caroline had been rendered speechless when her new friend opened the closets in her bedroom to reveal a row of pretty summer dresses. "I guess we wear the same sizes". "Are you always dressed?" "Sure, except when sunbathing or in the pool. I do that in the nude. The Director likes to see us in something nice, but there's no underwear or shoes". She raised her glass. "Welcome, sister. You can't know how much I've been looking forward to this. Sometimes it's lonely up here". They drank and Joy urged her successor to eat. "We can talk later". Caroline found that she was ravenous and stuffed herself while looking out over the lush greenery, the white beaches and the glittering ocean.

"Ready for business?" Their tutor gave Liz and Mary a last look over. They'd groomed each other carefully and were dressed in long slit skirts, the hems reaching their bare feet, and short, sleeveless boleros, fastened just below their breasts with a single golden clasp. Mary had been told to shave her crotch, Liz' was already bare. "Sure, here's just about anything we need". They looked around at the two hairdresser's chairs, the beautician's padded bench, and the well-stocked shelves. "But it's weird to be dressed like this". "Undressed", the older slavegirl laughed, "And take great care not to show any dislike when the clients take advantage of it". She left and the two girls looked shyly at each other. Ten minutes later a plump woman in her late fifties strode in and they sank to their knees and bowed their heads to the floor, as instructed. "Ah, new staff. You may rise, girls". She looked appreciatively at them. "Which one of you is the hairdresser?" "Me, Ma'am". Mary curtsied. "I'd like a new hairstyle, what do you suggest?" "Please be seated, Ma'am". Mary studied her and showed how she could cut her thinning grey hair differently. "Yeah, sure, sounds OK to me. You go ahead". "Yes, Ma'am". The customer bent over the sink. "Would you like a refreshment, Ma'am?" "Sure, gimme a beer". "Yes, Ma'am". Liz hurried to the fridge. "Aah!" The woman emptied the glass in two gulps. "Just what I needed. Another, darling, and you can do my feet". "Yes, Ma'am". Liz raised an eyebrow to Mary, with her back to the mirror and fetched another glass. "I'm from down South", the woman chuckled, "but no Southern belle, that's for sure". She drank deeply from her second glass of beer, watching the blonde beautician kneel before her, raise the footrest and remove her black boots. "Suspenders", she explained, "Just unhook them". "Yes, Ma'am". Liz reached under the skirt to loosen her stockings and roll them down to reveal a pair of gnarled and sweaty feet. 'She could at least have washed them', she thought and turned on her knees to fetch a washbasin, but got a better idea and bent to suck on the toes. "Fine, darling, just fine. I appreciate a prof when I meet one". Liz raised her head. "Thanks, Ma'am. It's my first day here". "But you've served at another place like this before?" "No, Ma'am". "Really! Had a mistress then?" "No, Ma'am". "No? Argh, you must have served a mistress!" "No, Ma'am". "A master?" "No, Ma'am". "Hmm, but he does train his slaves well, the old man". "Yes, Ma'am, but I arrived only this morning". The client looked searchingly at her. "You try telling me that you've never submitted to another woman, or man?" "Yes, Ma'am". "Gay?" "No, Ma'am". "Got a boyfriend?" "Yes, Ma'am". "Ever had sex with another woman". "No, Ma'am". "Not even a roommate?" "No, Ma'am". "Your sister?" "No, Ma'am". "Shit!", the customer whispered to herself. "Let's get this straight. You arrived this morning, you've hardly had any training, you're straight and you have a boyfriend. He's out here as well?". "Yes, Ma'am, to all of your questions". Liz began rinsing the other foot with her tongue. "Shit, holy shit! No kidding? I'll find out if you're lying to me". "I'm not, Ma'am". "Bloody incredible! You're booked?" "I'm not offered yet, Ma'am". "Just off the boat?" "Yes, Ma'am". "No other customers?" "No, Ma'am". "Get up to lemme have a look at you". The blonde beauty rose gracefully to display herself. "Hmm, nice tits". The customer unclasped the jacket and felt up Liz' ample breasts, then parted her flimsy skirt and cupped her sex. "Wet, must be a natural", she mumbled. "Last chance. You've never been with another woman, sexually, ever?" "No, Ma'am". "OK, I believe you. Get me reception. What's your name, darling? And how old are you. Twenty?" "Liz, Ma'am. Elisabeth Jackson. I'm nineteen". She fetched a phone and punched. "Hi there, this is Alabama Lezzie. Yeah, and don't pretend to be shocked, darling. I very well know what you call me. Get me Director, right now! No, I'm not bloody complaining! They're perfect, both of them, just perfect. You make a note of that, girl. Old Alabama Lezzie's not known to praise a slavegirl without no cause". She put down the phone. "Forgot to ask. You mind serving me tonight, Liz?" "If I can please you, Ma'am". "Course, but what's your honest answer?" "I, eh... Please, Ma'am. It's true, I arrived only this morning and we had almost no sleep last night, because we ran into a storm, and I began here just after lunch". "So you're just about asleep on your feet?" "No, Ma'am, but I'm a bit tired". "Course you are, darling". The phone rang. "Yes, Director. I want this new girl, Liz Jackson, now, or at least tonight. I know, damn you! No way, I can't wait. OK, for two hours after dinner. Course I can handle her. You dare suggest I'm too old? OK, thanks, and just for the record, I'm very satisfied with these new girls, Liz and, what's her name, Mary. You make a note of that, Director". She dropped the phone.

The novice slavegirls exchanged worried looks, but went on working with the old woman's hair and feet. She sipped her beer. "You heard that, darling. You're gonna serve me tonight". "Yes, Ma'am", Liz mumbled. "And don't you be scared now, I won't bite you". "No, Ma'am". "Not much", she chuckled. "When are you off?" "At eight, we were told, Ma'am". "And by then you're dead tired. Hmm, OK, this is what we do. You come to my room, 35, third floor, right after work. No bath and no change of clothes. I want you just as you are, darling". "Yes, Ma'am". 'Not even a bite to eat', Liz sighed inwardly. "I'll lick you clean, all over. One of the best things in life, licking a tired girl's body. After that we dine together in my room. What do you want to eat?" "I, eh, whatever may please you, Ma'am". "Course, but I ask you". "I, can I have a vegetable pizza, Ma'am?" "Sure, and after dinner we'll have a little fun in bed. I promise not to use a dildo on you, not tonight, so don't bother greasing your holes, and don't be afraid because you're new to this. I'll teach you, got about fifty years experience, and you do know what feels nice to a woman, don't you, darling?" "Yes, Ma'am". "I'll go easy with you, just a few slaps with the paddle, say ten, no, fifteen. That's OK with you?" "If it may please you, Ma'am". "It does, darling, it does, and I'm looking forward to seeing those delicious boobies of yours dancing under the whip, but that can wait. We're gonna have lots of fun, us two. I'm staying five days this time and I come here three, four times a year". "Yes, Ma'am". "Yeah, and just think how lucky I got. A virgin! A genuine virgin, umm". She smacked her lips.

"OK, shoot". Joy topped up the glasses and leaned back, studying the other girl. "I don't know where to begin". "It was the same for me on my first day. You're dumbstruck, aren't you? Arriving here to be introduced to utter luxury after what you've been through. No, sister, please don't cry. I promise that it won't be bad. I promise!" "But I, oh, it's so horrible! I miss my mum". "Course you do and we'll take care of that, but firstly you have to understand that you must be very careful about this place. The Director doesn't want anyone to know about his private life. So when we visit the slave camp, we don't talk about it. They know that he fucks us and that we serve him as maids, but not much else, only that it's not too bad for us. They may envy us a bit, but we're great friends". "Yes, I understand". "Good, and now your mother, and father, friends. You can't go back to them, not until you're released, two years from now, but you can talk to them". "How?" "On the phone, silly, or write emails to them". "The phone, but..." "Sure, by a connection no one can trace, but it'll be difficult for you, at least to begin with. You may talk freely, but never tell where you are or what you're doing. You must make them, especially your mother, understand that. The Director listens in on all of your calls and will cut the connection immediately if you try to say something about that. You must begin by telling that you're OK, but can't come home just now. That you'll be back, but not for some time, and that you can't say any more. They'll ask questions, but you must convince them that you cannot answer and make them talk about other thing. What they're doing just now, friends, relatives, anything but you. OK?" "Yes, I...". "You can do it, Caroline. I can. I'm on the phone two or three times a week and write almost daily. The Director reads the mails before they go off. It was hard in the beginning, but we soon got the knack of it, my parents and my sister, and it's so good to talk, for me and for them". "Yes, oh God, yes, but I'll cry". "So will your mother, but even that'll stop. When I call nowadays, my mum answers: 'Hello darling, how are you?' Just as if I were in the next city, and I say OK, and then we just chat".

"When can I talk to her?" "Tonight, after dinner, when the Director's back". "You're sure?" "I am, he may seem terrible, and of course he is, just look at the way he treats the poor slaves, but to us he's kind, very kind". "But why?" "I don't know. I think he needs to relax, to feel, well, normal. He really likes it when we dine together or spend a quiet evening with coffee in the garden. He talks, tells me a lot of things, asks me to read a book, watch a film and discuss it with him. I know it sounds strange, but I like it, him too in a way". "You can't mean that!" "Yes I can. He's the perfect gentleman, treats you like a lady". "No!" "Yes, Caroline, and you can do a lot of good by being nice to him. If he didn't have this place, me, you, to relax and be in another world, he'd be much worse with the slaves. Now he leaves for work in a good mood, just think of how it might be if he began the day angry and took out his frustration on our friends". "Yes, OK, I see what you mean. But what about us, doesn't he beat you?" "Never! He might of course, if I displeased him. I don't know, but I never give him any cause for it. When I came, almost two years ago, the girl, who was here before me, told me the same as I've just told you, and I've always been a good little girl, doing everything with a smile. That's what he likes, needs, Caroline". "But, in bed. I mean, he's so old!" "The first time, the first few times, it feels horrible, disgusting, but he's a very good lover, gentle and caring, much better than most men, I think. I hated him, it, but now I'm almost disappointed if he's too tired to take me to bed. It's true, I admit it, and it'll be the same for you". "No!" "Yes, sex is wonderful, Caroline".

"I guess you know how it works now. We'll get up early tomorrow, before the clients are out of bed, and take a tour of the island and the hotel, finish with the dungeon. Do you have any questions?" Bruce looked at his group of novices, who shook no. Jackie and he had brought them back to the processing building, where a replica of a hotel bedroom was used to demonstrate the special equipment. "OK, the next team's waiting. Let's return to our block". They nodded to the Alvarez couple, the two high school girls and the Chinese and crossed the lawn to settle in the shade. Bruce fetched bottled water for them. "Right! I know it's frightening to see all that shit and imagine it used on oneself, and of course it's bad to be at the receiving end of a whip. But we'll teach you some tricks to make it easier for you. Something we've learned from the older slaves and they from those before them. First of all, don't fight the pain, ride with it. I won't like it, but if you want, Jackie and I can try spanking you. My tutor did that to me when I came here and I was glad he did. I'd never been spanked before, my parents don't believe in corporal punishment, and I was shocked when the paddle hit my bare arse. My body went rigid, I fought against the restraints and the next blow felt worse than the first, even if it was much softer. But after a few more I began to listen to my friend, to force myself to relax, to think of something else, to push the pain from my mind. It can't take it away, but it can reduce it. You'll be surprised how much". "Good advice, Bruce. I want you to teach me", Pat stated firmly and the others nodded. "OK, but please don't think I like hurting you". "Course not, mate, you're not like those shitheads", Charlie grumbled. "Careful! Always to refer to them as 'clients'. You have to be polite or risk a punishment". "Yeah, OK". Charlie glanced at Rosie. "And not just because of that. To us they are exactly that, clients, not persons, not someone you relate to in any way. When they use us, we don't get angry, we're simply not affected. A client can't humiliate you if he means nothing to you. You kneel to him, lick his feet, spread your legs for him, suck his cock, show him how to hurt you, because the Director forces you, not because you submit to him. A client is not a better person than you are, neither is he someone to despise. He's nothing and nobody. That's the second trick: Stay unaffected". The novices nodded again. "But stay there, don't retire into yourself. You've got to be in control". "How can you say that. If you're tied up, chained, like you showed us, how can you be in control?" Kalia demanded. "By acting as a professional. That's the third trick. This is your job. You are a professional slave. You know what you're doing. You're the expert. You have the means to manipulate the client. We'll show you how".

"Almost six, we've better change". Joy rose from the sun bed. The two girls had talked on after lunch. Caroline gradually relaxing, partly because of her new friend's calm explanations, partly because of the wine. Joy had shown her around the Director's flat and told how he expected it kept. "Not much work. He's very tidy and the two us don't make it very dirty. A bit of dusting, wash the floor a couple of times a week, vacuum the carpets, clean the bedrooms and bathrooms, that's about it. Dirty dishes go down the kitchen lift and come back cleaned, the same with clothes, towels, sheets. You just put it back in the cupboards and closets. Most days I visit my friends at the camp a couple of hours before lunch. Remember to call reception to summon a guard before you go down. Sometimes I eat lunch down there, use the gym in the afternoon. On other days I take lunch here, occasionally with the Director, but he'll tell you in advance, if he wants that, and lie in the sun, reading, or use the pool. A bit lonely, but you have to remember that the slaves need their rest. It's not fair to take too much of their free time, just to please yourself. You change at six to be ready for the Director. He calls before he comes up and you receive him with a smile, a kiss and a drink. After that you undress him, help him with his bath, dress him again in something comfortable, serve dinner, for both of you, listen to him talking. You serve coffee, talk some more, watch TV or a film, go to bed, most nights with him, sometimes he just kiss you and wish you a good night. If he has used you, he'll cuddle a bit and then send you to your own bed. Next morning you get up before him, call for breakfast, wake him up with a kiss, sometimes he'll fuck you, help him bathe and dress again. You eat your breakfast, he talks about his day, and then leaves you to yourself. A life in luxury, dear. I don't know how I'll manage after I've returned home". "Joy!" "Just kidding, but it's not a bad life". "And he never hurts you?" "Sometimes he ties my hands behind my back, with a silk scarf, and I kneel between his legs to suck him. Sometimes he ties me spread-eagle on his bed prior to fucking me. Sometimes he uses my arse. I think that many married people do that, like in a sex-play. I know my mum and dad do it, tie her up on the bed. I've seen the marks on her wrists". "And if you displease him?" "He'll scold you, very gently, and look sad, and you feel like shit. And that reminds me. Don't swear in his presence, he doesn't like that, and remember always to say 'Sir' or 'Director". "And I can talk to my mum?" "Two, three times a week, as I said. Don't beg him, he'll always remember to ask if you want to make a call, and you can write all the emails you like. I make a kind of diary for them. No important details, but things like: 'Had some special flowers to arrange this morning. Oyster soup for dinner, wow! Beat my best friend at tennis'. I guess they think I'm some sort of harem slave with a rich Arab, who had me abducted. They're worried, but not seriously, and I'm sure they believe that I 'will' come back".

"I have made a very good choice, my dear". Joy nodded. She was on her knees, hands tied behind her, sucking her master's cock. "She is a younger version of you. You may stop for now". "Yes, Sir". She let go of him and looked up with a smile. He stroked her hair gently. "I shall miss you, Joy". "Thank you, Sir, but Caroline will soon make you forget me". "You think so?" "I know, Sir. She's so lovely". "And you are not?" "If it may please you, Sir". "It does, but rules are rules". "Yes, Sir". "You are longing to go home?" "I am, Sir". He nodded. "Kneel on the bed". She felt him tie her ankles, then her big toes together. His stiff member touched the entrance to her arsehole and she relaxed to let him in. He pumped her slowly and for a long time until he spurted into her bowels. "That was good". "Thank you, Sir". He withdrew and rolled her on her side, lay down beside her and cradled her in his arms, inhaling the scent of her hair. "I will grant you a wish, my dear. One". "Thank you, Sir". She hesitated. "Will you wait with Caroline until I tell you that she's ready?" She felt his body tensing. "Nothing for yourself?" "I have everything, Sir". "You are asking a lot of me". "I know, Sir, but it's for your sake". "My sake, how?" "Caroline's very immature, but on the brink of awakening. If you allow me to guide her, slowly and gently, she'll be a wonderful bedmate for you, Sir. If you take her now, even as kindly as you always do, she could be so badly shocked that she'll never get over it. You can use her, of course, but always feel as if you were making love to a block of wood, not a playful kitten, and that's what you like, isn't it, Sir?" She squirmed in his arms and rubbed her wet crotch against his beginning hardness. "You are no kitten, Joy, rather a tigress". "Sorry, Sir". Her laughing eyes met his. "No, you are not, but you were just as young as she, and very frightened if I remember correctly". "Yes, and no, Sir. I'd never been with a man, that's why you took me, I know that, but I'd been with a woman. I was no child, far from it; my hormones were raging inside me. Before you took me, we, my sister and I, used to make love, passionately, insatiably, for hours, and sometimes we had our cousins staying over". "I see". "So, yes, I was frightened before you entered me the first time, Sir, but only because I'd been told how much it would hurt, and then it didn't, or if it did I never noticed because I was so aroused. I came three times while you were up me. It'd never been so good and I cried myself to sleep the next night when you took my predecessor to bed instead of me". "Tigress!" He kissed her hard and rolled her on her back, still tied, raised her feet and entered her with one violent thrust. His fat dick hammered her relentlessly and she tried to meet it, moaning and babbling in the throes of passion. When he at last spurted into her for the second time that night, her bound body arched up towards him and she screamed wildly.

When he'd untied and dismissed her, kissing her tenderly, and she returned to their suite, Caroline was not in any of the bedrooms. Joy looked for her and finally found her leaning against the rail of the roof garden, staring into the dark night. She fetched two glasses of wine and joined her. The younger girl accepted her offer, but didn't turn to look at her. "That was wonderful, talking to Mum and Dad". "I know". "They were great, didn't cry, not even my mum". They stood close together without speaking. "He f.., made love to you?" "Yes". "I could hear you screaming. Did he hurt you?" "No, I screamed because I came". "You liked it?" "Yes". "You really like him?" The older girl put an arm around her shoulder, drew her head close and barely audibly whispered, not moving her lips: "There are hidden microphones all over. I hate him! If I dared, I'd kill him, but then all my friends would die too". She kissed her tenderly on the lips. "Caroline, sex is wonderful. Come, I'll teach you", she said aloud and led her back to their bedroom.