Dream Island Resort

Part 5. Professionals.

"Hey, stop a minute". Rosie and Charlie were walking hand in hand towards the hotel to change for work, when a client called to them on his way back from a swim in the sea before breakfast. After two months on the island they were used to the routines and didn't hesitate to drop to their knees, clasp their hands behind their backs and bow their heads. "Rise to let me have look at you, girl!" "Yes, Sir". She placed herself on display and the client, a stubby man in his fifties, a couple of inches shorter than she and with a pronounced paunch, looked appreciatively at her well shaped body. "Show me your tits". Sighing inwardly, she smiled and raised the T-shirt to reveal her firm breasts. "Not bad, not bad at all". He fondled them roughly, pinching the nipples. "Drop the shorts". She kept the shirt raised with one hand and pushed down her shorts with the other. "Spread your legs. Yeah, not bad, nice pussy. Are you booked?" "I'm not on the list, Sir". He parted her labia lips and stuck a finger up her tunnel. "Why not?" "I work at the Director's office, Sir". "All day?" He went round to part her arsecheeks. "Delicious little hole you've got there". "Yes, Sir". He came back to wave his finger at her face. "Yes, Sir, what. You have a delicious arsehole or you work at the office all day?" She calmly sucked it clean. "I coach at the running track in the morning, Sir, and work at the office after that". "So you're not available?" "That's for the Director to decide, Sir. I sometimes serve on an hourly basis". "OK. Could you ask him then? Just a quickie before lunch. I'm in 42. A few stripes on that arse of yours, before I fuck it". "I shall ask the Director, Sir". He turned towards the hotel without taking any notice of the kneeling slaveboy. "Swine!", Charlie hissed under his breath, when he rose. "But at least it's only 'quickies' for you, love".

Pat opened her eyes to see her husband sleeping peacefully beside her. She snuggled closer and blew softly on his nose. "Good morning, my love", she whispered and felt his arms around her. She opened her thighs and his stiff cock penetrated her slowly, until he was buried to the hilt, then he opened his eyes and smiled to her. "Good morning". He tightened his grasp and rolled on top, fucking her with long, sensual thrusts until they came together. "Whew!" She kissed him passionately. "She hasn't worn you out yet". "No, my love, and never will, when it's you I'm making love to". Their 'Miss Jane' had left the previous evening after another of her short stays and they were once again alone in the luxurious suite. She had as usual spent most of the time in bed with Fred, while Pat kept out of their way, but the three of them had lunch and dinner together, and even if the couple were carefully polite and subservient, they enjoyed their time with her.

"Sometimes I feel guilty". Pat looked out over the glittering sea. Fred had fetched their breakfast from the main kitchen and they were enjoying their second cup of coffee. "Me too, but there's no need. Our friends may be a bit envious, but first of all happy for us. This is every slave's dream, but we're still slaves, under the same rules as they, and owned by a client, a kind client, but still a person who can order us about, use us at her whim". "I know, but it's easier for us, even if I must say that I'm surprised how soon the others have adapted to their new life. None of those from our shipment show any signs of mental trouble". "Yes, clever isn't he, the Director? Just make us understand that we have no other choice, give us a carrot, our freedom, if we don't rebel against him and sufficient time to recuperate between sessions, and we can take it". "Plus the strict rules and careful vetting of the clients. There are no real monsters among them, a few fools, but they're soon expelled. Generally more or less ordinary people, like us, but with special needs and the money to see them fulfilled". "Abusing other people can never be ordinary, Pat". "Some people like it". "I know, and between consenting adults it's acceptable, but not when the submissive is forced". "They don't know we're forced". "Maybe not, though I think some of them must have their doubts, they're not stupid, but taking advantage of other people's troubles or poverty is another, more subtle way of forcing them". "Perhaps. I won't excuse them. What I'm trying to say is that they under the circumstances behave decently". "And I'm not disagreeing, especially not if you're referring to our mistress". "No, she's a real darling. Poor Miss Jane, what shall she do when you leave, Freddie boy?" Pat grinned hugely. "Aw, you...", he grinned back, "But, by the way, who's coming for dinner?" "Jackie and Bruce. They should be off at seven, all being well". "OK, but we've better leave for work too, it's almost nine". When she learned that they in her absence usually went down to the slave camp for dinner and company, 'Miss Jane' had decreed that they could invite their fellow slaves when she was not in residence, and even cleared it with the Director, who had no objections. Now they had a couple of friends for dinner most evenings and the others enjoyed being at a suite without having to serve.

Kalia's client had watched her dance while eating his breakfast. "Nice show, but let's use those smooth limbs of yours for something more exciting". He ordered her to lie down on the floor and tied her elbows together, then turned her on her back and lowered the trapeze. "Raise your legs". He placed the bar behind her knees and raised it until she was dangling free of the floor. "Don't panic, I'll secure you". Her big toes were lashed together and tied to her thumbs, forcing her into a painful back bend. "Delicious little brown package, aren't you? So smooth". He caressed her front and teased her nipples erect, then clamped them and added some weights. The slender Indian moaned softly. "Hurt, does it?" "Yes, Sir". "Don't worry, I'll give you something else to think of". A vibrating dildo entered her lubricated cunt and she whimpered when her strained body shivered under the attack on her sensitive nerve ends. "Nice?" "No, Sir. I hurt". "I'm sorry to hear that". He forced her arsecheeks apart and rammed another dildo up her narrow passage. "Better?" "No, Sir". "Hmm, poor, poor slavegirl". He drew up a chair and sat down to enjoy her torments, sipping another cup of coffee.

"You've lodged a complaint, Sir". Jim was sent to a suite where a client had reported a power failure. "Yes, I can't get her down". The large handyman rose from his knees and looked at the naked girl, who was hanging from her wrists in the shackles, feet well off the floor. She had clothespins on her nipples and pussy lips and her back showed a pattern of bright red lines. "Too bad, Sir". Jim tried the switch and pressed another to make the trapeze come down. "Nothing wrong with the power, Sir. I'm afraid I'll have to remove the panel to examine the connections. Would you want to move to another suite, Sir?" "How long will it take?" "I can't know, Sir, but probably not more than an hour". "OK. I was just about to fuck her, so if you help me take her down, you can get on with it". "Yes, Sir. Can you raise her up a bit, so I can release her hands". The girl smiled and blew him a kiss when he freed her, and sighed with relief when allowed to stand on her feet. "On the bed, girl, spread your arms". "Yes, Sir". She lay down and was restrained again, with her wrists chained to the upper corners of the bed. Jim fetched his toolbox and opened the wall panel to look at the fixtures. The client chained the girl's legs spread over her head, fetched a small flogger and hit her wide-open pussy. "Ah! One, Sir, thank you, Sir". The whip struck again. "Aouw, ah! Two, Sir, thank you, Sir". "Shhh, ouch!. Three S..Sir, thank you, Sir". 'Clever girl', Jim thought, while working with the power switch, 'Ten, and he can't contain himself'. It took only eight strokes before the agitated man dropped the whip and jumped between the widespread legs, removed the clothespins and plunged in, pumping frantically. The girl cried out and whimpered. "Please, Sir, you're so strong, Sir. Please, Sir. You're hurting me". "Yeah, great! Damned hot fuck", he moaned. She looked over his head and winked at her fellow slave, who grinned back.

"What are your plans for today, my dears?" The Director smiled benevolently to his breakfast companions. "We'll go down to the nurse, Sir. Caroline needs a check up". "So, why? Is something wrong with you, Kitten?" "No, Sir, but I hurt a little, down there". The young girl blushed. "Oh, but...?" "She's red around her anus, Sir, and it doesn't close properly". "Ah, of course, it can happen the first few times, but you will soon get used to it". "Yes, Sir". "I think you experienced the same, Tigress?" "Yes, Sir, and I've told Caroline that it's nothing to worry about, but thought it best if Pat had a look at it". "Of course and I shall refrain from using that hole again the first few nights, even if it is delightfully narrow". "Thank you, Sir". Caroline smiled timidly. "And we would like a game of tennis, Sir". "Certainly, Tigress. Do you want a coach?" "Yes, please, Sir". "Tell Reception to find Sorenson for you. If he is booked already, they can call him off, unless he is already serving a client". "Thank you, Sir". "Can we swim in the sea, Sir". "But Kitten, you can do anything you like". "Yes, Sir. You're so kind, but some of the clients, they...". "Have the guards cordon off an area of the beach for you and you must take care to keep a lifeguard with you". "Yes, Sir. Thank you very much, Sir". The old man rose and kissed her tenderly. "You have no reason to thank me, Kitten. It is I, who am in debt. You have made me a very happy man". He turned to the elder teenager and kissed her too, whispering: "And thank you, Tigress".

As promised, Joy had gently introduced the younger girl to the pleasures of sex. When she after two weeks was convinced that she could handle it, she had suggested that Caroline watched while the Director fucked her, and when that went well, finally was holding her hand on the night when she lost her virginity. Now they went together to his bedroom most nights to be fucked, sometimes only Caroline, sometimes both of them. The night before he had made use of her arse for the first time and Joy was relieved when she took it in her stride.

"A little bit tighter, I think". Ann whimpered when the rope around the base cut even deeper and her left breast swelled to resemble a large red pear. "Yes, that's it!" The man took a step back to look appreciatively at his handiwork. His slavegirl was astride the sawhorse, hands cuffed behind her back and long legs stretched to give her a precarious toehold. 'Always my tits', she thought, 'Wish I had Millie's'. "How does it feel, girl?" "I hurt, Sir", she whispered and let large tears roll down her cheeks. "Of course you do, the question is how much. Do I clamp those big buttons now or do I whip your balloons, or both?" "Please, Sir". "Please what?" "Please don't hurt me any more, Sir, please!" "Why not?" "If I hurt so much, I can't please you, Sir". "But you do please me!" "Yes, Sir, but don't you want relief, Sir?" She looked at his swollen cock. "Well, there's that, of course. How would you please me?" "Can I get off this, Sir? I'll show you". "OK, hop down". "Thank you, Sir". She winced with pain when sliding along the sharp edge, making it cut into her crotch, and sighed with relief when she could drop to her knees. She ambled laboriously forward, careful to swing her large breasts seductively from side to side, until she could line them up to the stiff tool. "That's nothing new, girl". "Please, Sir". She turned sideways and touched her hot nipple briefly to the engorged head, turned the other way and touched it with the other nipple, then back again to press a nipple a little harder to it. She continued twisting and touching, pressing a little harder each time. The client stared mesmerised at the bobbing breasts and squirmed every time they touched him. "Yeah, yeah, go on. Shit, this is hot!" The delightful torture went on and on, until he suddenly felt his cock convulse and spurt a long stream of sperm over the red mounds. "Aah, shit!" Another spurt followed and another. He stumbled back and sank down on a chair. "Shit, girl, that was fantastic! You hardly touched me, never happened to me before". The blonde bowed her head. "Thank you, Sir. I'm happy to have pleased you". "Yeah, OK. I owe you one, I guess". He got to his feet and unclipped her wrist restraints. "You can take off those ropes and get me a beer". "Thank you, Sir". She bowed to kiss his feet. 'Men are so easy to manipulate. Their brains are in their cocks'.

"Bring me another cup". "Yes, Sir". 'Arsehole!' Chris had been sent to serve a client breakfast at the beginning of her shift and was relieved when told that he was not known for submitting his slaves to heavy torture, but could be very demanding. 'And he sure was'. He had fondled her in the usual way when she arrived, stripped off her flimsy clothes and stuck a finger up her cunt, commenting about its narrowness, and then placed her in this particularly unpleasant bondage. Her nipples were clamped firmly and ten-inch chains run from the clamps to her wrist restraints. Other clamps on her labia lips had chains to her ankle bands, forcing her to kneel. 'Shit!' She winced when grabbing his coffee cup from the table in the sitting room, refilled it and began a slow shuffle towards the balcony. Every time she moved her knees the chains tugged at her lips and she had to fight herself not to drop the cup when pain shot through her breasts. 'Not into torture, but you sure know how to hurt and humiliate a girl, don't you, arsehole?', she thought, reached the balcony and could at last put the cup down on the low table beside his deck chair. "Suck me, but don't let me come". "Yes, Sir". She manoeuvred herself between his legs and engulfed his fat, uncircumcised dick. 'Argh, didn't your mother teach you to wash under the foreskin?'.

"Ouch!" Fernando struggled against his bonds when yet another clothespin was added to the row already adorning his long cock. "Almost finished, only two left". The swarthy slave closed his eyes, hissing in agony when the client deftly applied a pin on each side of his piss slit. "Keep your eyes open, boy. I want to see your pain". He was sitting on a straight-backed chair, hands tied behind its back. His feet were dragged up and tied to the sides of the seat, and a thin string cut below his cockhead to tie his member to his neck collar. The client, a man in his late thirties, had begun with his toes, then put rows of pins on the edge of his feet, his calves, inner thighs, across his abdomen, the sides of his chest and down his arms. Two circles of pins surrounded his nipples, which were clamped in alligator clips. The man took a step back to survey his efforts. "Very nice, don't you think?" "Yes, Sir", the tortured boy moaned. "Yes, now let's enjoy it". The client fetched a beer and sat down in an armchair in front of Fernando. "You know". He took a swing and opened his fly to haul out a stiff cock. "I've always liked this, inflicting pain, little by little, letting it build slowly. It's fine to whip a slave, we'll do that later, but to see him squirming in pain, reading it in his eyes, that's one of life's real pleasures. So now I'll sit here, comfortably playing with myself, and watch you getting used to your decorations, growing numb. It'll take some time, an hour perhaps, but you'll get there. Then we'll reverse the process and, believe me, it hurts even more when they come off". "Yes, Sir. I know, Sir". "Of course, you've felt the bite of a clothespin before". "Yes, Sir". "But not so elaborate as this time?" "No, Sir". "I'm happy to hear that, boy. I pride myself to be an expert". "Yes, Sir". 'At least my Maria is safe', he thought and let his thoughts drift away from the present to the vision of her supple body stretched out on their bed, squirming under his soft caressing her ample breasts.

Her shifts were regular. She went to the hotel every morning at seven to arrange breakfast for the Director and the two girls, then waited in the lobby until one of them sent down the private lift. Upstairs, she helped the girls bathe and dress, before they went to the Director, served the three occupants while they enjoyed their breakfast, and then, after the Director had left, spent the morning cleaning and tidying the flat. At first the girls had tried to help her, but she made it clear that she wanted to be their servant, grateful that they'd saved her from the destiny of a working slavegirl, and they'd grown used to being waited hand and foot. The Director took very little notice of her and never touched her, just seemed to enjoy looking at her body, scarcely hidden by the loose transparent blouse and slit skirt, he ordered her to wear. She served the girls lunch and was on most days told to take the rest of the afternoon off, free to go to the slave camp, went back to serve dinner and was then dismissed until next morning. A peaceful life, for a slavegirl of the island at least.

"42! Shit, he just asked for Rosie". "And he'll get her, at eleven, for one hour". "Shit!" "Take care, Charlie. He likes warming up with a male slave, but is strictly to girls. Expect a whipping in the chains, he uses the cat, then to be put on display while he canes Rosie and fucks her arse. He gets off dominating a boy and showing it to the girl he fucks, so scream and cry, beg and for God's sake don't tell him you're close, it'll only make him worse". "Yeah, shit!" "Isn't all of it?" Ben entered to hear the last exchange over the intercom. "Easy, mate, easy!" "Yeah, for you to say. Rosie and I have been booked together again. I hate it!" "Same here". Ben clicked the intercom. "11, what's that?" "Female, likes watching". "Watch what?" "A male slave fucking a girl in the arse, bent over the rail and licking the client". "OK". "I'm afraid that's not all". "Course not", Ben sighed. "He whips the girl's arse first, while she's licking, and I mean whip, to make her scream into the client's pussy". "OK, easy enough". "Not quite, the marks must be very clear to see". "Shit! Liz told me she had to be there in an hour". "Yes, for a quickie, with you". "Shit!" "Sure, but up you go. She likes her slave at her feet, so get down as soon as you arrive". "How old is she?" "38, and apart from the girl/girl thing, she's straight, just the good old fashioned fuck two or three times". "OK, OK. Thanks". He cut the connection and shrugged his shoulders. The boys showered and greased their arseholes to be on the safe side. They were adjusting their aprons in the mirror when the receptionist called again. "Ben's off". "What?" "Sure. The princesses need you. Get up to the tennis court, right now. Stay with them until after lunch, then back to coaching". "Bless the little darlings. What about Liz?" "Booked as ordered, I'm afraid". "Shit, but at least I won't have to hurt her, and it's just a quickie". "No, Bruce will do it, and you and Rosie are still on, Charlie". "Of course".

"Nothing to worry about, dear", Pat assured the young girl when she saw Caroline and Joy from the clinic. "It does hurt a bit, but the men like it". "Does Fred...?" "Yes, dear. I think most couples have at least tried and many women like it too". "Do you?". "Yes, sometimes, but it hurts because Fred is very big, so we don't do it that way very often, but we do it". "Do you think my mum and dad...?" "I can't know, dear, but probably. There's nothing wrong with it". "No, I guess not". The teenager suddenly threw her arms around the older woman's neck, whispering: "I hate him!" "I know, dear, and you are such a brave girl. We love you, all of us. The older slaves tell that he's never been in such a good mood before. There have been several complaints from clients lately, but he hasn't dealt out any punishments. Your sacrifice is not in vain, Caroline". "Thank you, I'll be good". "To us, Caroline". "Yes". They exchanged a kiss and the girls walked away, hand in hand and followed by two guards. 'Swine! Disgusting, perverted swine. I could kill him!', Pat thought and turned back to the clinic.

Ben was waiting at the tennis court when the teenagers came strolling across the lawn. He straightened and bowed to them. The Director had made it known that, although formally still slaves, the girls should be treated with respect by their fellows, that their wishes should be met, and that slaves, who were not actually serving a client, should consider him or herself booked if the girls wanted their company. They had discussed it at the slave camp and agreed that they could handle it and that it would provide an opportunity to gain respite. The girls were careful not to exploit the Director's good will, always telling him what they would like to do during the day without making any demands, leaving it to him to offer them long term service of a slave, if he thought they needed it. They went out most days, sometimes to the camp, but now more often to stroll the grounds of the resort, relaxing in the sun and calling a slave or two from their tedious work to serve and entertain them, thus making them safe from clients for a while.

"And now what?" Ling had shown the client how to put her and her Japanese roommate in a rope harness, with their hands tied between their small breasts. "The trapeze, Sir. If we're hanging over it, back to back, you can tie our legs together. It's called the double-mouth-girl, Sir". "And it hurts?" "Yes, Sir, the pressure on our legs is very painful, and it grows worse the longer you leave us like that". "But I can't fuck you". "If placed at the right level, you can sit down comfortably, Sir, and turn us around as it please you, to enjoy the double mouth". "Sounds good, interesting innovation. You can keep me hard, but not let me come". "Yes, Sir, if it may please you". "Yeah, and the longer you hang, the more you moan. Nothing like hot breath on a stiff cock". He tied them as instructed and took a step back to survey his work. "Looks good, but can be improved". He fondled Ling's breasts and pinched her nipples. "Some clamps, I think". He fetched two pairs and deftly crushed her small nubbins, then did the same to her roommate. "Yes, much better". He tied strings from Ling's clamps to her friend's, tightening them to drag their breasts sideways and finally fetched a chair to sit down. "Now suck me". The Chinese girl opened her mouth to capture his thick cock.

"Fun, don't you think?" Millie whimpered when the cane hit the sole of her foot again. "Just two strings and yet you're helpless". "Yes, Sir", she gasped. "And it's good for you. Helps them tiny things grow. Your boyfriend will be so happy". "Thank you, Sir, aauw!" The cane hit again and she jerked her foot. He had made her lie down on the bed, chained her wrists to the bedposts, and then looped fishing line around the small nipples on her almost flat chest, spread her legs, bent at the knee, and tied the lines to her big toes. "You sure look funny". He chuckled and hit her feet again and again, while she cried and screamed in pain, unable to keep them from jerking her tortured nubbins. 'Why my feet?', she thought, 'Are they so cute? Good thing they warned me to use the lotion on my poor nipples'. "And now the dessert". The client dropped the cane and knelt between her legs to ease himself into her gaping hole. "Yeah, you may lack some equipment, but the other end compensates for it". He pumped her with long, slow strokes. "A flat chest goes with a real tight cunt. Did you know that?" "No, Sir", she gasped. "Few guys do, always looking for big boobies and getting sloppy cunts". He grabbed her right foot and licked its burning sole. "Delicious, aah, few things taste better than a hot foot".

Bruce was on his knees, hands drawn between his legs and wrists locked to ankles, when Liz entered the suite to display herself. The client, a short, plump woman, didn't acknowledge her presence, but went on reading her book, with her high-heeled sandals resting comfortably on the boy's bare arse. Liz stood patiently in the display position, until the woman twenty minutes later finally closed the book and looked up. "Release my slave and come to the bedroom". "Yes, Ma'am". She swung down her feet and left the sitting room. "Shit, cramped all over, been like that for hours!" Bruce winced with pain when he tried to rise. His fellow slave helped him up. "Sorry, Liz". "Don't be, just lay it on good. I won't be sitting down anyway until the end of my shift". The client had undressed and was on the bed, her legs spread wide to show an extremely hairy crotch. "Don't bother undressing, girl, just lean over the rail and lick me. You chain her feet, boy, and cuff her hands behind her back". "Yes, Ma'am". Liz positioned herself and bent to reach the bush with her mouth. The client adjusted her position and sighed contentedly when the skilled tongue parted her lips. "Yess, now show me how good you are, girl, and you drape her skirt over her back". "Yes, Ma'am". He clipped Liz' ankle restraints to the legs of the bed and bared her tempting globes. "Mmm". The woman closed her eyes, shivering under the intimate caresses. "She's good". "Thank you, Ma'am. Liz is happy to serve you well". "Lesbian?" "No, Ma'am". "Your girlfriend?" "No, Ma'am, just friend". "Good. Cane her arse and make sure to lay them on hard". "Yes, Ma'am". He fetched a long cane and lashed at the exposed buttocks. Liz screamed and the woman shivered. The cane fell again and again, drawing long stripes across the pale globes, while the whipped girl screamed into the hot pussy. "Two more, and then fuck her arse", the client moaned. "Yes, Ma'am". Bruce marked his fellow again, dropped the cane, and lined up to plunge into the tight passage. The slavegirl screamed and whimpered, but never stopped using her tongue, and at last the client crashed through a heavy orgasm. Bruce stopped his pumping and withdrew, while Liz carefully lapped up the juices running from the older woman's gaping hole. "Ooh! You can stop now, girl. That was good, exceptionally good!" "Thank you, Ma'am". The slavegirl straightened and rubbed her burning globes with her cuffed hands. "Release her and you show me that arse". "Yes, Ma'am". Bruce unclipped her restraints and she went to the bedside to present her flaming red buttocks. The woman let her hand slide over them to feel the heat and the clearly raised welts. "Very good, both of you". "Thank you, Ma'am", the slaves answered in unison. "You can go now, girl, and you wash that dick and come back to give me a good long fuck". "Yes, Ma'am".

"Aargh! Please, Sir, please no more". Rosie heard the all too familiar sound of leather hitting bare flesh when she entered the suite and hurried to the bedroom. Charlie had his neck and wrists trapped in the stocks, ankles lashed to his upper thighs. The client, who had fondled her that morning, was working his muscular back over with the cat. "Please, Sir, please!" The slave's hair was matted with sweat, tears were streaming down his cheeks and snot running from his nose. "Wimps! That's what you are, all of you big hulks, but when you meet a real man you break down like schoolboys". "Aargh! Yes, Sir. Please, Sir, you're so strong!", the tall teenager sobbed helplessly. The cat struck again and the client took a step back. "Wimp!", he sneered and caught sight of the half-naked Rosie. "About time, slavegirl. What do you think about this Tarzan?" "Not much of a man, Sir", she answered calmly and loosened her waist chain to let the flimsy skirt drop to the floor. "Not like you, Sir". She stepped up to him, wriggling her hips seductively and cupping her breasts. "Thank you, Sir". "What for?" "Requesting me, Sir. Office work is so boring and I've hardly thought of anything but your wonderful hard cock in my arse. Feel how wet I am". She rubbed her hairless crotch on his thigh. "Yeah, dreaming of a real man, were you, slut?" He grabbed her breasts, mauled them roughly and bit her nipples. She looked over his head at her boyfriend, who shook his shoulders and sent her a broad grin, mouthing: 'I love you'.

"Yeah". The client bit her hardened nipple again and she whimpered. "Yeah". Two of his fingers stabbed into her pussy. "Dripping wet, aren't you, cunt?" "Yes, Sir. Please, Sir". She'd fingered herself on the way up in the lift to prepare for her act. "Please what, cunt?" "Please fuck me, Sir. Please put your wonderful hard dick into me. Please let me feel how it is to be taken by a real man, Sir. Please, Sir, please!" She closed her eyes and moaned with lust, thrusting her hips forward to catch more of the probing fingers. "Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you, slut?" "Yes, Sir, but please, Sir, please use my narrow hole. Please whip my arse and ram your man meat into me, hard!" The fingers waved in front of her face and she eagerly sucked them clean. "OK, since you beg, cunt, bend over the bed rail". "Yes, Sir, but, Sir, can I lean over the stocks so that useless slaveboy can see how a real man makes my juices run?" "Yeah, great, do that". She grabbed the bar on either side of Charlie's trapped head and bent over. A sharp pain spread in her buttocks when the client swished down savagely with a cane. "One, Sir. Thank you, Sir. Please give me another, Sir, please!" "Yeah, great arse you've got there, whore!" The cane hit her again. "Two, Sir. Thank you, Sir. Please give me another, Sir, please". The slow caning continued and he waited for her pleadings before hitting her again. "Six, Sir. Thank you, Sir. Please, Sir, please ram your rock hard cock into me now, Sir. Please!" She reached back and opened her arsecheeks to show the puckered hole. The client lowered the cane and stared. "Yeah, gosh, what a horny slut! Can't wait now, can you?" "Please, Sir". She wriggled again and cried out when his puny tool slid into the well-lubricated passage. "Aargh, Sir, oouw! You're so big, Sir", she whimpered. "Yeah, not used to that, are you?" He humped her frantically. "No, Sir. Ooh, aieeh! I, ooh, I'm so full". The excited man threw back his head and bellowed while his sperm spurted into her bowels. "Siir!", she screamed and collapsed over the stocks.

"Shit, that was hot!" The client withdrew to sink down on a chair and Rosie threw herself at his feet to swallow the shrunken shrimp. "Umm, Sir. You're soo good to me". She let go and looked longingly at him. "Please, Sir, please allow me to suck your wonderful cock. Please, Sir!" "A horny whore, aren't you?" "Yes, Sir. It's not often I serve a real man. Please, Sir!" Her eyes begged him. "Kay, then, take your time". "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir. You're so kind, Sir". She bowed to lick his hairy ballsack, sucking each of the small nuts into her mouth, and the client moaned with lust. "Yeah, suck 'em good, whore!" Her mouth engulfed his tool and she used all her skills to make it hard again, blowing and sucking on it until he at length managed to deposit a dribble of sperm in her mouth. "Aieeh, Sir, thank you. Oh, my God, what a wonderful taste and so thick!" She licked him clean and looked admiringly at his limp body. He was breathing heavily, near collapse. "Yeah", he croaked, "Yeah! Christ, but you're good, girl!" "Thank you, Sir, but you need rest now, Sir. Even strong men like you must take care of themselves. Come, let me help you to your bed, Sir". She hauled him to his feet and supported him to lie down, gave his limp tool one last kiss and tucked the sheets around him. "Sleep well, Sir". "Yeah, sure", he mumbled. "You won't want to see this useless slaveboy when you wake up, do you, Sir?" "Wha', what? No, get him out". "Yes, Sir". Shaking with silent mirth she quickly released her boyfriend and the two slaves tiptoed away. "Rosie, I love you!" Charlie caught her in a tight embrace as soon as they'd closed the door to the suite. "You're wonderful!" "A real fine whore?" She grinned and he closed her mouth with a kiss. "The cleverest girl in the world. Thank you, love, thank you". He kissed her passionately and they went hand in hand to the service lift. In the locker room Rosie gently washed and anointed Charlie's striped back. "Thanks, love. Let me do your arse". "Can't you wait?", she giggled and received a friendly slap. "Better get back to the office". She put on the short skirt and shirt the Director ordered his girls to wear for work, while Charlie called Reception. "He sent me away". "End of shift?" "Guess so, but I'm not sure. He may want me back". "OK. Grab something to eat and run down to the princesses at the beach. The Director wants a lifeguard with them. That'll keep you out of his hands". "Will do, thanks a lot". The lovers exchanged another kiss and parted.

"Thanks for the game, Ben". Caroline wiped her brow and handed the blond boy her racket. He nodded and stored it with his own. "Almost time for lunch, dear". Joy rose from her chair. "Let's have it at the beach". "Yes, that would be nice". "Could you fetch it for us, Ben?" "Sure, Joy, pleasure. You want me to lunch with you?" "Of course". "Thanks, Joy". The two girls went off in the direction of the beach, followed by their guards, while Ben ran towards the hotel. A client was reading in the shade of a parasol, kept over his head by a male slave. His slavegirl was standing upright on her knees beside the chair, hands restrained behind her back, and he was absently playing with the chain between her nipple clamps. A little further on two men were nursing a drink before lunch with their feet resting on the bare back of a slavegirl, who was on all fours in front of them, while another gently sucked on their toes. A group of clients were enjoying themselves with a Frisbee in the low water. Three naked girls and a young man were stretched spread-eagle on the sand, tied to convenient stakes, with a chain from their clamped nipples between their teeth. A thin string tied from dickhead to big toes stretched the male slave's cock and the girls had alligator clips on their clits. Behind them, two girls were dangling by their wrists from a tree branch, feet raised to gain a slack in the strings running from their toes to the clamps on their labia lips. Caroline shuddered and looked away while she hurried past, but Joy sent the hanging girls an encouraging smile and got a nod back. Ahead of them a couple was leading a male and a female slave along, the boy by his tightly roped dick and balls and the girl by a chain from her clit clamp. They headed for a deserted part of the beach, where a table and chairs were set up in the shadow, but were stopped by a guard. "This area is reserved, Ma'am and Sir", he told them politely, but firmly. "So!" The man looked annoyed. "For whom?" The party behind them passed and the guard bowed to the two girls. "Who are they? Looked like slaves to me". "Miss Joy and Miss Caroline are the Directors personal assistants, Ma'am". "Assistants!", she sneered, "Too delicate to mingle with the crowd that earns him his money?" "The Director has ordered this part of the beach reserved for Miss Joy and Miss Caroline, Ma'am", the guard insisted.

"An excellent performance, Miss Griffin". Rosie looked up from the screen, startled to see the Director beside her desk, and slid off the chair to kneel beside it. "Thank you, Sir", she mumbled, head bowed demurely. He sat down on the vacated chair. "Suck me". "Yes, Sir". She opened his fly and eased out his tool. "Yes, Miss Griffin, an excellent performance. Slowly, please". She stopped sucking and instead swirled her tongue around his cockhead. "Yes, aah! A model slavegirl, Miss Griffin, satisfying her client and sparing my slaveboy unnecessary exhaustion". She nodded without letting go of the stiff member. The old man closed his eyes and enjoyed her ministrations. "You may finish now, Miss Griffin". She nodded again and changed to sucking and blowing around the rod until she felt it beginning to convulse, then took it down her throat. "Yess". The Director closed his eyes and let go a stream of sperm. Rosie swallowed and carefully licked him clean. "A perfect oral service, Miss Griffin". "Thank you, Sir". She looked up with a smile. "Can I do anything else for you, Sir?" "As a matter of fact, yes, Miss Griffin. My bladder is full". She engulfed the limp tool again and swallowed the stream of piss. The two other secretaries worked steadily on, without taking apparent notice of the scene. At least one of them was used in the same way during office hours, when the Director felt the need, or could be ordered to bend over a desk for a quick fuck, most often in the arse, but counted themselves lucky to be spared serving clients regularly. "I think it time you had a spell at Reception, Miss Griffin, starting tomorrow". "Yes, Sir". "But continue your morning coaching at the running track". "Yes, Sir". "Carry on". He nodded amiably and left for the control centre.

Monitor screens covered three of the walls in the windowless room, where a guard was watching each set of ten. The Director paused behind the first and let his eyes roam the screens, showing scenes from guest suites where ten slavegirls were serving their clients. The guard leaned forward to watch one of them being hauled towards the ceiling by her wrists, tied behind her back. Her arms were wrenched up and her mouth opened in a silent scream. The client stopped the chain when she was on the tip of her toes and came round to fondle her breasts, then went back to the wall and turned the button. The girl's arms rose again and she lost her foothold, swaying helplessly. The guard grabbed a microphone. "Room 27. This is a warning. The slave's arms can be dislocated when she's hanging like that. Please lower her immediately!" The client looked up in surprise, then quickly turned the button and the hanging girl sank down to stand flatfoot on the carpet. He grinned sheepishly. "Got carried away. Sorry about that. You OK girl?" "Yes, Sir", the tormented slave moaned, still bent over painfully. "Kay". He picked up a cane and cut a red stripe across her arse. The Director squeezed the guard's shoulder. "Good work". "Thank you, Sir". The young man nodded without looking away from the screens.

The next set showed similar scenes in other rooms. In one of them two teenagers, whom the Director recognised as brother and sister, abducted together the previous year, were driven around the suite's sitting room on their knees. The boy's ballsack was tied to his ankle restraints and strings ran from clamps on his sister's labia lips to her ankles. Both had their wrists clipped to their collars and weighted clamps on their nipples. A youngish couple encouraged their painful crawl by lashing their bare backs with riding crops. Just while he was watching, the clients lowered the whips and apparently gave the teenagers an order. The girl turned on her knees and bent forward to rest her forehead on the floor, and her brother manoeuvred himself behind her, wincing with pain. Another hard lash across his back made him jump and rise on his knees to try forcing his cock into her cunt. The Director nodded appreciatively and turned to the third wall, where the screens showed different rooms in the public part of the hotel and areas of park and beach. The scenes changed frequently while the guard watched intensely to spot any irregularities or infringements of the rules of the resort.

The Director turned to the slave who was on his knees beside a computer desk with three workstations. "You may rise, Mr. Lyons. Have you solved the communication problem?" "Yes, Sir". Fred got to his feet, but kept his hands clasped on his back and eyes fixed to the floor. "What caused it?" "A simple technical error, Sir, a loose cable. But it took me some time to find it and I do wonder how it could happen". "A test, Mr. Lyons, set up by me". "I see, Sir". "You passed it and I am satisfied, but you may expect further, infrequent tests, Mr. Lyons. Perhaps with the programming next time". "Yes, Sir, but I may not be able to solve problems in that area, Sir. My knowledge is limited and the systems have very powerful firewalls". "Which you have tried to pass, Mr. Lyons?" "No, Sir, but they're clear to see when I run the routine checks you've ordered". "Of course and I am indeed happy to hear that, for the sake of Mrs. Lyons". "Yes, Sir". "In fact I know that you have not tampered with my systems, Mr. Lyons. Not that I thought you would be stupid enough to try, but I am a very careful man. My long distance service operators have been surveying your work". "Yes, Sir". "They assure me that you seem trustworthy and quite competent within your limits". "Thank you, Sir. I do my best". "Quite, and your life here is not altogether unpleasant, I believe?" "No, Sir. Pat and I have been very lucky". "Your owner is still satisfied with you?" "So she says, Sir". "And so am I, Mr. Lyons, carry on". "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir". Fred waited submissively until the Director had left the room and then sat down by the computers.

"Ah, the little hairdresser. Let's have a closer look". Mary had cut the client's hair the previous day and he had fondled her repeatedly, commenting on her well-shaped tits and tight little arse. He'd booked her for an hour and now opened her jacket to squeeze her breasts and lick the nipples. "Very nice, not as big as the other whore's, but nice. Drop that skirt". "Yes, Sir". She unfastened the flimsy garment and spread her legs. "Yes, excellent arse. To the bedroom". "Yes, Sir". She followed him in to see Ann kneeling on the bed, arse up and with her hands and feet trapped in the portable stocks. A spreader bar was ready beside her and Mary did not hesitate to place herself to have her ankles locked to its ends and her wrists tied to the middle of it. 'A double fucking, and...?', she thought and looked at her fellow slave. Tight ropes marked her breasts, but she sent Mary a reassuring smile. "OK, I'll give you a choice. The first to scream gets it in the arse, the other in the cunt". Mary jumped when a cane cut across her white globes and saw Ann mouthing, 'Me?', raising an eyebrow. She shook her head and winced when the next two lashes hit her. Ann drew a deep breath when the cane changed to her arse and Mary mouthed, 'How many?' 'Twelve?', was the soundless answer, and she braced herself for the next three. "Tough girls, huh?" The client stopped hitting them for a moment and slid his hands over the striped globes, then slashed down at Ann. When the cane for the fourth time danced on her buttocks, Mary saw her friend nod and let out a loud scream. "Aargh, please, Sir, please no more!" "About time!" He dropped the cane and rammed his erect tool into her narrow hole. "Yeah, tight aren't you?" He ploughed her savagely and she rocked with his thrusts, grinning to the other bound woman. "Aah! Got to restrain myself". He withdrew and stabbed into the blonde's well-lubricated hole. "Nice and wet, good girls".

"Well, ready for some more fun?" Three men in their late thirties occupied a table for lunch in the restaurant. They were business associates and shared an interest in abusing young women. "Sure", one of the others answered and Janet sighed. She'd been with him from the beginning of her shift, when she brought an early breakfast and found him fucking an exhausted slavegirl, who was bent over the sawhorse, displaying a severely striped arse and back. He calmly worked himself to climax and withdrew his dripping tool. "Clean me, girl". Janet sank to her knees and carefully sucked the soiled meat clean of sperm and pussy juices. "Release her and serve my breakfast in the sitting room". "Yes, Sir". Without a word to the girl he'd been abusing since the previous evening he strode to the bathroom. "Bad?", Janet whispered when she helped her fellow up. "Not really, uses a flogger, good with it, but he's insatiable, fucked me six times, no talking, no rest", she whispered back and wiped herself, then hurried out with a weary smile and a 'Good luck'. Janet sighed and went in to arrange breakfast. When the client came back, she was curtly ordered to get naked and crawl under the table to suck him while he ate and watched business-news on TV. After that she was hardly given time to clear the table and change the sheets, before he chained her spread-eagle on the wall and began decorating her with clothespins. He took a long time, humming to himself, while he carefully placed the pins in circles on her small, firm breasts, around her navel, along the inside of her arms and thighs and finally on her labia lips, finishing with three on each of her nipples and one on her clit, before he stood back to survey his work with obvious satisfaction. "Hang tight". He nodded amiably to her, put on shorts and running shoes and left the girl to her torments. When he returned an hour later, sweaty from his jogging, he quickly wrenched off the pins on her thighs and sex, making her scream with the sudden pain, and without further preliminaries rammed his dick into her. He fucked her brutally, wrenching off the remaining pins, and came when she screamed wildly as the last six, on her nipples, fell to the floor. "Aah, terrific!" He released her hands and stepped out of the way when she fell exhausted to her knees, ankles still chained to the wall, cradling her abused nubbins. "Clear away here and come to wash me". He went to the bathroom, while the sobbing girl released her feet and collected the evil pins from the floor.

When she'd washed and dried his hard body, he allowed her a brief shower and then strapped her to the sawhorse to flog her arse before raping her back passage as brutally as he had her cunt. His soiled dick was presented to her mouth and he released her. "Tired?", he asked casually, watching her struggle upright. "A bit, Sir", the teenager whispered. "OK, on the bed". She lay down and had her hands chained to the bedposts. Her feet were dragged up and tied to the rail by strings from her pinkie toes. The client left and she heard him talking on the phone while she tried to relax and use her yoga techniques to gain some rest in spite of the strained position. She was actually dozing when he came back and knelt in front of her, this time to ease his cock very slowly into her pussy. He fucked her for a long time, moaning with rising lust until he at last spurted and withdrew, releasing her legs and lying down beside her. "Excellent fuck", he mumbled, idly caressing her breasts. "Thank you, Sir", she dared whisper. "Keep your mouth shut, girl, unless asked a question. I'm not interested in conversation". He released her hands and ordered her to suck him, but without making him come. An hour later he told her to get on her knees, fucked her arse and they took a shower together before going down for lunch, Janet naked, hands cuffed behind her back, her nipples clamped and led by a leash clipped to her collar. At the bar they met his two friends, each with a naked, clamped and cuffed slavegirl kneeling beside their chairs. Janet nodded to Dora from her slavehouse and knelt beside her client. Red came to take orders, flashing his girlfriend an encouraging smile.

Ben met Charlie in the kitchen and they fetched lunch for the two girls and themselves. The four teenagers enjoyed a leisurely meal, chatting and joking. The Director watched them from his office balcony, using a pair of binoculars, satisfied to see how polite the two boys acted, carefully offering

his girls food and topping up their glasses, and how relaxed and apparently happy 'Kitten' seemed to be. He made a mental note that Joy was right. 'Caroline was a child and in need of the company of friends. The Alvarez woman at her suite was part of it, but she must have someone to entertain her during the day, preferably boys close to her own age. Those two were not bad'. He enjoyed his own lunch, studying some papers and occasionally taking another look at the youngsters. They talked on for a while after finishing their lunch, until he saw Ben rise and bow to the girls, collect the plates and walk away towards the hotel, while Charlie fetched a couple of sun beds and sat down on the sand

between them. The girls undressed and stretched out in the sun. The director focused on his crotch, but saw no reaction to the naked teens when the boy continued talking and laughing with them. 'Good, Morton, very good'.

The three businessmen led their slavegirls to the dungeon. "Hmm, rather busy", Janet's client remarked. A male slave, who seemed stretched to his limits, occupied the rack. Dora recognised Eddie and with pity watched a female client scraping his bare soles with her long fingernails to make them jerk the strings running from each of his toes to the clamp on his blue and swollen cockhead. He kept his mouth firmly closed, but clenched and unclenched his hands and his eyes were fixed on the ceiling. A girl was moaning, trapped by her neck, wrists and ankles in one of the sets of stocks, bent over at a ninety-degree angle. Her client stood behind her, beating her already flaming red arse with a leather paddle. Another set of stocks held a girl on her back, feet high in the air and repeatedly caned by a man in his forties, who seemed intent on hitting her toes and scolded her for moving her blistered feet, making him miss his aim. Two petite slavegirls were chained by wrists and ankles to the grand wheel, slowly turning when their clients expertly flogged their strained bodies. Dora's client looked around. "Let's hang them by their feet in a circle, tie their tit clamps together and whip their arses". The others nodded and ordered the girls to lie down and raise their legs. They were hauled towards the ceiling and the men ran strings from tit to tit, making sure that they were stretched hard, pulling the three dangling bodies close.

Ben went back to the tennis court and was soon engaged for a match by a middle-aged client, who turned out to be a very good player. They went through five hard sets, before the younger finally won the match. "Thanks for the game. What's your name?" "Ben, Sir, Ben Sorenson". "Are you booked?" "No, Sir, not as far as I know". 'Shit, just thirty minutes and I had my eight hours!' "OK, I'd like to invite you for a drink". "Thank you, Sir. What may I serve you". "We'll go to my room. Both of us could use a shower, I think". The client stopped at reception and booked Ben, but only for the remainder of his shift. Upstairs they found Jackie dozing on the bed in a loose hogtie. "Well rested, girl?" The client gestured Ben to untie her and went to the bathroom. "OK?" "Sure, he's not too bad. Played a bit with my tits, caned and fucked me on the sawhorse". The two men showered together and Ben washed the client. "A very good day". The older man smiled benevolently to the kneeling girl. "Beer, Ben?" "If it may please you, Sir". "It does". He strode to the balcony and sank down on a deck chair, while the boy knelt at his feet and the slavegirl brought two glasses. "Suck me". "Yes, Sir". She fell gracefully to her knees and engulfed his tool, while he relived the game with her fellow slave and they drank their beer. "Aah, perfect!" He emptied himself into the hot mouth. "Fine place, damned expensive, but worth the money. No end of willing girls, ready for fun and games". Jackie sucked him clean and sank back on her heels, working her tired tongue. He called for seconds and allowed her a glass of white wine, while he and Ben discussed tennis techniques. After a couple of hours he looked at his watch. "Almost dinner time, but we can squeeze in a quick fuck, I think". He laughed at his own joke and took the slaves to the bedroom. "You like two cocks at the same time, girl?" "If it may please you, Sir". "You'll enjoy it, I'm sure, especially with this stud". He had Ben strip off his shorts and chained him spread-eagle on the bed, then told Jackie to make him hard and mount him. She sucked his long cock and slipped in into her tunnel, and was then tied on top of him. "Nice tight pussy, isn't it Ben?" "Yes, Sir", the boy moaned. "But that arse sure looks delicious too". He fetched a cane and laid a red stripe across it. She jumped and Ben caught his breath when he felt her muscles contract around his cock. The cane fell another ten times before the client knelt behind the tied couple and eased his own tool into the narrow passage. "Aah, great! Can you feel me, Ben?" "Yes, Sir". "Good?" "Yes, Sir". "And for you, girl?" "Ooh, I, aah, I'm full, Sir". "Sure", he chuckled, pumping her slowly, "Great cock you've got, Ben. I can feel it all the way". He tried to prolong his pleasure, but soon had to give in and shot a heavy load into Jackie's bowels. Ben almost went over the edge, but with an effort restrained himself, until he heard her whisper: "Give it to me, I need to come", and spurted with a shout of joy. The client shot another load and fell heavily on the restrained bodies under him. "Thank you, Ben", Jackie whispered and kissed his lips softly.

Kalia returned to their room to find Janet on the bed, her striped arse raised by a couple of pillows under her stomach. "Hard shift?" The Indian girl sat down to caress her bare back. "Very. He fucked me seven times, four of them in my arse. I don't think it'll ever close properly again". "And your poor buttocks. Shall I rub some more lotion on them?" "Yes, please. Gosh, I'm tired. I don't want to see a cock ever again. When we've finished here, I'm going to stick to girls". "Sure, sure". Kalia gently anointed the reddening flesh. "How was it for you?" "A great rope enthusiast. He kept me tied up all day, hanging, hogtied, spread, you name it, I did it, but no fucking, unless you count the dildos, and no beatings at all. I didn't even suck him off. He preferred wanking, on me of course. Are you hungry?" "Sure, but I can't sit". "I'll get something for us". "Thanks, darling. Shit, but it hurts. Bastard! At least the girls gave me a shift with Angel". "You deserve it, dear".

"Hi, Dora, bad is it?" Rosie flopped down on a chair outside their slavehouse, where her naked neighbour was on her stomach on a sun bed. "Only towards the end". She grinned and felt her striped arse. "And you?" "A quickie with a wimp. Worse for you, darling". She looked up at her boyfriend, who came out to offer them a glass of wine. "Not really, thanks to you, and I've been with the princesses all afternoon". He sat down and saluted them. "Where's Red?" "Fetching dinner. He's been serving at the bar all day. Lazy bugger". "I'll help him". Charlie made to rise. "No need. Ben's with him". "OK, but he had a client this afternoon". "Just for a game and a talk, no hard stuff. Unless you consider fucking Jackie hard". Liz joined them and sat down on the edge of Dora's bed to pour lotion on her arse. "Thanks, dear". The beautician massaged the red globes gently and continued up her back and shoulders. "Aah, just what a tired girl needs". The four young people enjoyed the cool of the evening in companionable silence until Ben and Red arrived with their dinner and the three boys went in search of a table.

"Hi, Chris, Millie, want some company?" A curly haired black head poked around the door to their bathroom, grinning hopefully at the two naked teenagers. "If you bring something to eat, Tim". "OK". The head disappeared and the two girls worked some more lotion into their aching breasts, then found their shorts and T-shirts. The boy came back by the door to the hall, carrying two plates of steaks and salad, followed by another, very tall, black boy. "Hi, girls, how's things?" "Fine, until now, that is", Millie quipped. "Aw...". The boys put down the plates and moved table and chairs. "Coke?", the tall boy asked. "Wine for me. That bastard I had today made me suck him off three times. I need something to get rid of the taste", Chris answered. "OK. Millie?" "Coke, please, Zack".

"Aah!" Jackie sank down on the soft cushions of the deck chair. "Rough day?" Pat smiled to her. "Not really, but I got blocked out pretty good towards the end. Ben in my pussy and the client in my arse. What a monster that boy's got. Poor Liz!" "Some of us enjoy being stretched". "Yeah, guess so, but I like the slender ones better". The young beauty looked up at her boyfriend with a smile. He grinned and poured four glasses of red wine, while Fred served the first course.

"That damned bitch!" Eddie moaned as he tried moving his aching body to find a more comfortable position. He was reclining on the bed, propped up by a heap of pillows. His wife fed him a spoonful of soup. "Thanks, darling. But she knew her business, stretched me right to the point before the guard would have intervened. I feel seven inches taller". "For how long did she keep you on the rack?" He swallowed another spoonful. "All afternoon, some of the other clients were complaining about it, and she stretched me in her suite before that, on the bed, the wall and in the hanging shackles, had me astride the sawhorse too, with a dildo in my arse. She's a lesbian, hates men and can't hurt us enough, but clever enough not to break the rules. Bitch!" "So you didn't even fuck her?" "No way, but she sure had her fun with my dick and balls and you should've seen her collection of dildos. By far my worst session, but at least it earned me a spell at Angel's, if I can crawl up there, that is".

"You had a pleasant day, I trust, my dears". The two teenage girls rose respectfully when the Director came out to the terrace. He kissed them in turn and sat down with them. Maria hurried out with his drink and glasses of white wine for the girls, offering the tray on her knees. "Yes, Sir. I beat Joy 6-5, 6-3 and took a set from Ben", Caroline proudly announced. "Good, Kitten, very good. You like playing tennis?" "Yes, Sir, very much". "And is she good!", Joy added, "A real sports girl, good swimmer too". "I am indeed happy to learn that and you remembered to keep a life guard close all the time?" "Yes, Sir. Charlie's very careful. Can I play and swim some more, Sir, and I'd like running too?" "Of course, Kitten, anything to make you happy. You do not have to ask me, just tell Reception to arrange the bookings". "Thank you, Sir. You're always so kind". Caroline sat on his lap to give him a lingering kiss on the mouth. "You have no need to thank me, Kitten. I have already told you so, my dear". He stroked her hair gently and caressed her small breasts, with a grateful smile to the other girl. "Mmm, please, Sir!" "Please what, Kitten?" Her hand stole to his crotch. "Please, Sir!" "Kitten!" "Please", she whispered, licking his ear. 'Christ, sister, aren't you good', Joy thought, watching them rise and disappear inside. "I think we'll have to postpone dinner for an hour, Maria". "Yes, Miss Joy". The slavegirl looked away. Her young mistress knelt to embrace her. "She hates it, Maria, but she's so brave and she keeps him happy", she whispered. "Yes, Miss Joy, they say so, all the slaves. Our little princess, but I is sorry for her".

"Aah! Nothing like a good dinner to revive a tired slaveboy". Charlie patted his stomach. "Except good company", he added hastily. "I should think so!" His girlfriend gave him a stern look. "Of course, love, you know that. If we didn't have our friends, we'd never survive this". The others nodded their assent. "That's one of the few good things we get out of this, close friendships, closer than I ever thought possible. I hope we can keep them once we're free again". "I can't imagine not to", Ben answered gravely. "Me neither", Red added, "We'll be looking for the four of you when you come back, and in the meantime we have each other". He caressed Dora's bare back. They changed the subject and discussed films and music while the moon rose above the bay. "Well, better get some sleep. Another long day tomorrow", Liz sighed. "Yes, but we're heading for an easier week. Most of the clients are leaving the day after tomorrow and only a few new arriving. The booking list shows only sixteen so far and seven of them are owners". "Best news I've heard for a long time, Rosie". Dora got up from her sun bed. "Ouw, ouw! I'll have to sleep on my stomach tonight and I don't think I can manage more than a blowjob, darling". "You don't have to manage anything, love. I'll lick your arse if you like". "Thanks, Red, you're so sweet".

"Feel better now?" Zack lowered Millie's foot. The petite teen was reclining on the bed with her bare feet resting in his lap. They were still red and aching after her session with the client and he'd licked and rubbed them gently. The girls had shed their T-shirts because even the thin cotton hurt their abused nipples. "Yes, thank you". "You're welcome. Can I do anything else for you?" "For example what?" Her foot dug between his thighs, rubbing against his large cock. "Whatever you like", he grinned. "Let me ride you, for example?" "If you want". "I do". "OK". He looked at the couple on the other bed, where Tim had Chris' head in his lap and was caressing her bare breasts. "You mind if we use our room, mate?" "Be my guest". "No, stay here!" Chris sat up. "I want you, Tim, and we've got nothing to hide from each other". "Guess not". The four of them recalled the day they first met.

The girls had been serving two men who shared a suite and, after a morning where the clients had whipped and fucked their slaves repeatedly, they made them serve lunch and then took them for a stroll in the park, leashed by their neck collars and crawling on all fours. The two boys had been working hard since the beginning of their shift, preparing a new bed of flowers, and were covered in dirt and sweat. "Look good, don't they?", one of the men remarked. "Sure, but don't you think they need a break?" Tim and Zack sank to their knees when they approached and sent sidelong, pitying glances at the humiliated girls. "And a bit of fun. Run up to tell them we've booked you, three hours, 15, and come right up, just as you are". "Yes, Sir". The boys ran off and the clients led their human dogs back to the hotel. At their suite they hung Zack from the ceiling, feet inches off the floor. "Lick him clean, girls. You can use the other slave as a stepladder when you need one". Their hands were cuffed behind their backs and Chris knelt to lick the boy's large feet free of the copious amount of dirt clinging to them, while Millie carefully stepped on Tim's broad back to reach his chained hands. It took some time before the clients, who'd been watching the degrading spectacle, seated comfortably on a couple of armchairs, refreshing themselves with cool beer, ordered Tim to spread his friend's legs to give access to his arsecrack and crotch. "Very good, girls. Now the other boy, but perhaps you need to rinse your mouths before beginning all over again". One of the clients opened his trousers and with an evil grin watched Chris engulf his cock to receive a steady stream of piss. His fellow followed his example and the boys changed places. When Tim had been cleaned to their satisfaction, Chris was strung up in his place and the boys ordered to fuck her, Zack in her cunt and Tim in her arse at the same time, while Millie sucked off the clients. After that, the boys were placed on the sawhorse, with their dicks lashed to the upper bar and their clamped nipples tied together, "To rest and recuperate", while the clients amused themselves by hanging first one and then the other of the girls on the trapeze to cane their arses and feet. The joint session finished with the boys taking Millie in the same way as her friend.

"Thanks for pleasant evening". Jackie suppressed a yawn. "Better go back to camp now. My client booked me again for the next shift". "Bad luck?" "Could be worse. He's not too bad. Caned me once, fucked me twice, had me suck him off, tied me up a bit, great tit man", she shrugged, "But I guess I'll skip my goodnight fuck, after that double session with Ben, if you don't mind, Bruce?" "Of course not, darling, and I would've begged free anyway", her boyfriend grinned, "Had to fuck the client four times, that's about my limit". "Plus Liz in the arse". "I didn't shoot, but how about a goodnight licking?" "You're a real darling". The young couple left and Pat and Fred tidied the suite before retiring to bed. "Before I came here, I'd never imagined it possible to maintain a normal relationship with a partner, if one had to do what the slaves do here", Fred mused, while running a last check on the computer the Director had allowed installed in their bedroom. "But now you know". His wife's hand slid down his chest to find his long cock.

Janet had to support Eddie when they the next morning arrived at the penthouse suite to begin their shift and were met by a couple of the older slaves. "Rack?", the other man asked with an appraising look at his tormented body. "That too, and dildos. One of them at least twenty inches. I thought she'd rip out my bowels. Still hurts like hell, even after twelve hours on my stomach". "Oh, that client! Yeah, I've served her, luckily only once". "And you?", the woman asked Janet. "Shift without any breaks, fucked or tortured the whole time". "Poor dear, enjoy your rest". She kissed her and left with her companion. Don's mistress had soon convinced him that she meant it when promising never to abuse a slave again. Not only did she treat him as her boyfriend, not her slave, but she made no demands of the two slaves she was allotted every twelve hours. Except for brief visits to the slave camp, Don was always at her side, slept with her and followed her everywhere she went, but her other slaves could more or less do as they liked as long as they didn't disturb her. A shift at the penthouse was almost like free time. For an exhausted slave it meant a day and a half without abuse. She asked Don to organise her slave service and he proposed to his fellows that the girls at Reception detailed those of them who really needed a prolonged rest after serving a particularly demanding client. It worked well and the young mistress became known as 'Angel' among the slaves, who took care that she was always comfortable, her suite immaculate and filled with fresh flowers and her slightest wish met immediately. She was away most of the day, leaving them to sleep, enjoy her pool or relax in the roof garden, while she and Don played tennis, swam in the sea, sunned themselves on the beach or walked around the island. It was obvious that she'd become attached to her owned slave, who took care never to exploit their special relationship. He was unfailingly polite and observant to her, the perfect gentleman, always careful of her needs when they made love, almost, but not quite her equal. The Director had met them 'accidentally' one day at the beach and remarked that she seemed to be very lenient with her slaves, but was rather brusquely told to mind his own business. The slaves loved her and dreaded the day when Don would leave and she with him.