Dream Island Resort

Part 9. Aftermath.

'I'd almost forgotten how peaceful it is here', Pat thought, when standing at the balcony rail, staring into the darkness. They'd been busy with different missions for the past two years and not been able to attend the first reunions of Shipment 21. The 'Camp Lucky Foundation' was a great success, with far more 'contributions' from former clients coming in, than Fred had dared hope for. All of the former slaves had received one million dollars each and there was still a substantial fortune left, mainly used to pay for their holiday trips to the island. Reluctantly at first, most of them had returned for at least one visit and a growing number came for the yearly reunions of the 22 shipments.

Now they'd found time to stay for a few days and arrived late at night by special seaplane, as always accompanied by the guards their commander had assigned to them ever since their abduction. Rosie and Charlie, who had been appointed managers of the island, welcomed them and took them to 'Miss Jane's' former suite, then left them to catch some sleep. Pat went back to the bedroom, just as Fred emerged from the bathroom, naked and fresh from a cold shower. She looked hungrily at his long cock and he followed her gaze. "Can I do anything for you, Ma'am?" He dropped to his knees in front of her. "Perhaps, any suggestions, slave?" She shrugged off the terrycloth robe, she'd donned after her own shower and sat down on the bed. He smiled and bowed to kiss her feet. "Would it please you to chain me to the bed and ravage me, Ma'am?" "Chain you, but...". She looked surprised at the rings in the bedposts. "The 'special equipment' is still there". "Yes, Ma'am". "But...". She shook her head. "But what, love? Don't you think it might be used sometimes?" "By our friends, no, absolutely not!" "Why not? A bondage game can be fun, if it's exactly that, fun between consenting partners". "But they must hate it!" "Some of them do, no doubt, but not all, I don't think, and I quite like it, as you very well know". And she did. They'd kept their promise to 'Miss Jane'. Fred visited her whenever his duties allowed and spent hours tied to her bed, while she rode him to their mutual satisfaction. "But we don'tĄ­". "No, love, but this once, to celebrate". He fetched a set of slave bands in the closet. "OK, but only this once". "Yes, Mistress".

In the next suite Millie shivered when the long black cock once again was rammed up her tunnel. "God!", she mumbled, "Again, Zack, harder!" The tall boy smiled tenderly to her and thrust again to make her sway in her chains and bump into her friend. The two girls were dangling back to back from the ceiling, both with a cock buried in their cunts. "Yess, come on Tim, together now!" Chris begged. The exited boys exchanged a look and began hammering in turn to make the naked bodies sway and bump, while the girls' moans changed to small cries and finally to high pitched screams, when their lovers spurted into them. "Ohmygod, OH MY GOD!", Chris panted. "That was heavenly, Tim, thank you, thank you!"

Janet squirmed when the soft lips briefly touched her stiff nipple, and protested through her gag when the brown body once again danced away to sway tantalisingly in front of her. Kalia smiled evilly while she writhed and bucked, thrust her hips out towards her naked girlfriend, who was chained spread-eagle to the wall. "Like what you see, darling?" Janet nodded vigorously and shrieked when her other nipple was licked. The brown girl danced away, only to come back, again and again, her lips caressing the restrained body, slowly reducing it to a writhing mass of sweaty flesh. At last Kalia dropped to her knees in front of Janet to attack her glistening pussy lips with her tongue. Her girlfriend tensed, strained against her chains and exploded in a violent orgasm when the lips found her clit.

"Aaugh!" Ann screamed when the paddle once again hit her glowing arse. Her husband took a step back to look at the naked body, chained over the sawhorse. "Enough?" She wriggled, feeling the big plug moving inside her arsehole. "I don't know, perhaps a couple with the crop?" "You don't like that". "Not much, but tonight...". "OK, Ma'am". He replaced the paddle and grinned to himself when he grabbed the cat and slashed at her. "Aieeh! The crop, I said". "You don't like that". The nine tails spread across her burning hide again. "Noo, but I hate that thing!" "How about this, then?" The whip fell to the floor and his cock was rammed up her love chute. "Ooh, yess, again!"

"Don!". His tongue stopped its tantalising caresses. "Yes, Angel?" "I love you!" "Mmm". He attacked her nipple again. "I do!" "Mmm". A wet trail ran down her stomach and she parted her legs to ease his access to her clit. "I've done something wicked". "Mmm?" The tongue stabbed into her hole. "I've gone off the pill". "What?". His head snapped up and he stared at her grave face. "Three months ago". "But, Angel!" "I'm pregnant". "But...?" "You won't chase me because of my damned money, so I had to chase you, my love. Can you forgive me?" He sank back on his heels, looking at the lovely naked body. "Never, Angel! How can I ever forgive your making me endlessly happy?" He let his hand slide over her flat belly. "You're carrying my child within you. Oh, Angel!" Her thighs opened wide. "Please, Don! Please enter me". "But is that safe?" "Of course it is, silly. Later on I'll have to ride you, if you can stand looking at a grotesquely swollen girl". "I could close my eyes, Miss". He grinned hugely and eased his erect tool into her. "Angel?" "Mmm". She'd closed her eyes and given herself up to the sweet sensations. "Angel, pay attention!" "I am. Oh, God!" He had withdrawn and then rammed all the way up again. "Angel, will you marry me?"

"Good morning, Miss Jackie". The dark young man dropped to his knees when she entered the balcony, naked and fresh from her shower. "Morning, Giorgio". She sat down at the well-laid table and he rose to pour her a cup of tea, looking hungrily at her lean, tanned body. "Enjoying yourself, Giorgio?" He hadn't heard Bruce come up behind him, naked like his girlfriend. "Yes, Sir. How can you not, when looking at Miss Jackie?" "Thank you, Giorgio. Always the gentleman". The blonde beauty smiled sweetly to him, while he served coffee for the young man. "Can I bring you anything else, Miss Jackie and Sir?" "No, thanks. You may leave now". He bowed and went silently to change the rumpled sheets on their bed, envisioning her spread on it and himself buried in her love tunnel, or bent over the rail with his cock up her arse, cursing his fate, as he'd done it thousands of times during his years as an island slave.

"Good morning". Caroline jumped up from a table and flew into Pat's arms, when she and Fred entered the restaurant. "God, how I've missed you!", she whispered, kissing her on both cheeks. "Come and sit with us, please". "Yes, dear". The black couple shook hands with Fernando and Maria and a young boy, they didn't remember seeing before. Caroline threw an arm around his shoulder. "This is Carlo. He came with the last shipment". "Sorry we didn't recognise you, son". "No need, Sir. You had other things to worry about". The slender, dark boy smiled shyly. "Maria and Fernando took him in, after we were freed. He doesn't have any family", Caroline announced, "Isn't he cute? We've seen a lot of each other since they moved to my neighbourhood and opened a restaurant". She laughed happily and kissed his ear. "He's my boyfriend, but so shy, poor boy. It took me months just to make him kiss me and more than a year to lure him into my bed". "Caroline!" The boy looked shocked. "But once there, was he good!" Pat exchanged a knowing look with Maria. "I'm happy to hear that, my dear". "And he's so sweet, treats me like a princess!" "Just what you deserve, my dear". Pat hugged her again and sat down.

The black couple spent the morning with Rosie and Charlie, who took obvious pride in showing them around the well-kept grounds and buildings. The hotel was almost unchanged, only the dungeon had been dismantled and turned into a gym. The rooms in two of the former slave blocks had been converted to suites, the third housed the fifty soldiers who were on duty at the island, a task colonel Hernandez' men regarded as a treat. The former guards and the slave catchers, now slaves, had bunks in what used to be the guards' barracks. They dressed in a pair of shorts only and were on their toes from they rose early in the morning, until they stumbled to bed late at night. Rosie and Charlie didn't tolerate any slackness and the soldiers were always watching them closely, ready to encourage them with the whips they carried. It took some effort and punishments before they settled down to their fate, especially the slave catchers, but by now they worked smoothly and obediently, perfect servants for their former slaves.

The tour ended at the penthouse suite, where the young couple had their home. "Excellent, brilliant in fact!" Fred raised his glass to them. "Thank you, Sir". Charlie grinned to him. "And you're still happy here?" "More than ever, Pat. It's the most beautiful place in the world. A dream come through!" "After a nightmare". Rosie nodded gravely. "Yes, of course it was, but not all of it and sometimes I think the outcome is worth the suffering". "It made us stronger, gave us friends, we'd never known without it", her boyfriend added, "Friends as close as few are. Most of us, if not all, at least all we know from their visits here, feel the same". "How many have come?" "Almost all of the former slaves. I think it's less than twenty, who haven't been here yet, and that's not because they wouldn't like to. Most have come more than once". "And enjoyed it?" "Enormously".

"There's one thing, though, that surprised me. You've removed the dungeon, but not the special equipment in the suites". Rosie nodded. "We talked it over with some of our friends, but decided not to. Some don't like it, but they stay at the new suites in the camp, others use it". "Do you?" "We don't have it up here, but Charlie ties me up once in a while". "And you like that?" "Sometimes. I like to feel him in control, to give myself up to him". "Not the other way around?" "That too", the boy nodded. "But no pain?" "No, we don't like that, but others do. Ann very often has a red arse, when she comes down to the beach. Jim has a striped back". "Jim!" "Sure. Mary hangs him up and uses the cat on him, then her feet. Dora and Red cane each other. Liz gets her breasts tied up. Oh, yes, you'll see quite a lot of rope burns and striped hide around here". Pat shook her head. "I can hardly believe it, but from a professional point of view it's healthy, confirming that we've overcome our ordeals". "All's well that ends well", Fred concluded.