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Part one
I was born under a lucky star, had a fairy for a godmother, whatever. Anyway,for some reason I'm a winner. And now you expect me boasting about my successfulcareer, how I surged to the top in no time, the power I hold, the fabulousamounts of money I earn. Sorry to disappoint you. I never entered the rat race,actually I'm unemployed, permanently, never in my life had a proper job. Aha,you think, spoiled son of a wealthy family. Nope. My old man was a truck driver,who died of a heart attack when I was eighteen. My mum ran away with anotherguy a couple of years before that.
No, I literally mean what I say. I'm a winner. I gamble and I win. Or I did.Aha, you think again, a shark. No way. I don't play poker or pool or whatever.I bought a lottery ticket, in all innocence, like a good citizen. The differencebetween you and me is that my number always came up, every single time. Thatdoesn't mean that I bought all the tickets I could lay my hands on. Four orfive times a year I got a hunch and did what it told me. Only then and it neverfailed. I won. Always money, eventually summing up towards the three numbersrange, in millions that is. Quite enough to ensure me a very comfortable life.Unjust and unfair? Don't blame me, I'm just an average guy. Name's John.
Well, perhaps not that average. I do have a vice. I'm a sadist. Not a bloodthirsty,murderous beast or a mad sex maniac, but I do get a kick out of tormentingother people. So do you, I guess, since you're reading this story, or perhapsyou're just dreaming about it. That's what I did, mostly, dreamt, looked atpictures, read stories. Masochists are hard to find, even for a lucky guy likeme. You can't win them in a lottery. Well, you can, and I have, but I wouldn'tplay with those guys if I were you, not unless you're a hardcore masochist,and even then I'd prefer to find my own master or mistress.
Those guys, that's the Treasure Island Company Inc. Perhaps you've heardabout them. No? They begun by producing BDSM pictures and films, expanded toselling dungeon equipment and from there went into escort business. That'srisky, bordering on pimping, and willing girls, and boys, are hard to find,especially if you want them young and attractive. Then some genius found away to make it perfectly legal and secure a limitless supply of staff. Theinitial investment must have been fairly high, but once established, the moneycame rolling in.
Actually it's so simple that one does wonder that no one thought about itbefore. What they did was renting a tropical island. Nothing new, but what'sspecial is that it belongs one of those tiny island nations in the Pacific,who may be independent but doesn't have a dime and few chances of earning any.It wasn't hard to persuade them to find a suitable atoll, relocate the fewfamilies living there, and pass some new legislation. The company transformedthe atoll to a very special holiday paradise, built a hotel with casino inthe nation's capital city, and was ready for business. Well, almost. Therewas the small problem of getting the necessary staff of willing victims.
Aha, you think, here come the kidnappings. No they don't. I told you thatthis business is perfectly legal and even a remote third world country couldn'tget away with turning a blind eye if people from other nations were abductedand enslaved. No, the slaves of Treasure Island come openly and out of theirown absolutely free will to be used and abused by anyone who can afford a holidaythere. It isn't cheap, but not that expensive either, because the costs ofrunning the place are kept fairly low. And how do they do that? Well, that'swhat's so ingenious about the whole scheme. The staff, slaves, don't get paid.You won't believe that, but they don't. And not because they're a bunch ofhardcore masochists. That would cheat the sadistic guests of half the fun.No, they hate what they have to do, but they do it, willingly. Confused? Well,it's so simple. They gamble.
Once a year the company runs its own very special version of Russian roulette.The stakes are high: A year of your life against one chance of winning 10 milliondollars. It's open to everyone, world wide, but you have to apply, and mustbe of legal age, between eighteen and twentyone, depending on the laws of yourcountry, but not older than twentyfive, and fairly goodlooking. If granteda stake you have to sign a statement to confirm that you know what you're doingand are ready to face the consequences. Only one hundred a year get in, halffemale and half male. It sounds crazy, with those odds, 100:1, but there'sabsolutely no lack of applicants. When the time comes, you put your affairsin order, preparing to stay away for a year, and are then flown to the hotelon the main island for a week's vacation in the sun. As part of the deal withthe local government, the company runs a quite popular holiday business forordinary tourists. The main event takes place on the last night. Firstly theparticipants pick one of 100 numbers out of a hat and then they run the roulette,once. The winner takes all, with a three months holiday on the island thrownin. The remaining 99 guys and girls lose their freedom and have to serve assex slaves for a year.
Back to my story. I got the familiar hunch, applied and was accepted. Well,I'm twentythree, six feet four, pretty fit, blonde, and rather handsome, orso the girls usually tell me. The first week was great, for me that is. Theothers pretended to enjoy it too, but all they could think about was the finalday and most of them were nervous wrecks when it finally dawned. I had my funlooking them over and plan what to do when they were in my clutches. They reallywere a fine bunch of delicious babes and handsome hulks from about thirty differentcountries. The idea that I might not win never entered my mind, I'm that sureof my luck, and of course it didn't fail me. I had a hard time keeping a straightface when looking at the gaping mouths and teary eyes around me.
Yep, there I was, ten million good old American dollars richer and a prospectiveslaveowner. We guests stayed for another week in our luxury suites. The loserswere whisked away as soon as the affair was over and kept someplace else, ratherless comfortable I guess, while they went through a week of introduction andinitial training for their new lives. The main issue hammered into them wasthat they had to submit, humbly and obediently, to whatever a guest might demandof them or want to do to them. To be a bit feisty was OK, but any real resistanceor worse, attempts to defend yourself, strike back, would be considered a breachof contract and reported to the local authorities. Out there a crime that carriesa mandatory sentence of ten years of hard labour. Ingenious, isn't it? Yousign an agreement, you gamble, you lose, and you have no choice but to facethe consequences. The whole scheme is legal and above board. You can't expectany help from your own country or even sue the company if released as a physicaland mental wreck after a year of heavy abuse.
Some other guests at the hotel, who'd come down to watch the show, were ontheir way to the same place as I, but had to pay for their fun. Most of themwere men, sixteen singles, four were there with their wives and another twowith a male partner. In addition to the four wives, there were seven singlewomen and a lesbian couple, 37 in all. The youngest was a lad of sixteen, butmost of them were in their thirties, two of the married couples a bit older.They didn't appear to be monsters, though one of the gay couples looked asif they belonged to the leather crowd. Apart from myself, the young lad, whowas there with his dad, one of the couples and two of the single men, all ofthem had been on the island before, some of them several times. A holiday packagewas four weeks plus transport and stopovers on the main island, and could beextended for further periods of four weeks. This particular period was consideredspecial and very much in demand among the regular customers, who booked ityears in advance and willingly paid double for the opportunity of breakingin fresh slaves.
Most of them knew each other from previous holidays and gladly shared theirexperiences with us novices. I was teased a bit with remarks about what a shameit was that they couldn't have some fun with me, but otherwise welcomed likethe other new members of the clan. The regulars showed photos and videos fromthe island and of their 'fun', and explained the layout of the place. It wasthe classic dream of a tropical island. A mountain rising out of the deep bluesea, steep on one side and on the other sloping gently down towards a glitteringbeach and a lagoon, enclosed by a coral reef. Landing was only possible ata jetty protected by a cove at the western end of the island. On a piece offlat ground behind the cove were a couple of long, low buildings, whitewashedand thatched. They housed offices and restaurant, kitchen, utility rooms, andquarters for the permanent staff: The island master, his secretary, a physicianand a nurse, radioman, two cooks and twenty security officers, former commandos.The latter did keep an eye on the slaves, but were mainly there to preventunauthorised landings. Escape was impossible, there were no boats and the nearestisland was more than fifty miles away across a shark filled sea. A ship calledonce a week with supplies and a passenger liner once a month to bring in andfetch guests away. In an emergency a seaplane could be there within an hour.There'd never been a rebellion among the slaves. It was fruitless since theycouldn't get away and would only land them with a prison sentence, but it didoccasionally happen that one of the male slaves couldn't stand the constantabuse and humiliation and had to be put firmly in his place.
Guests were housed in thirty cottages, spread throughout the lush greenerybordering the lagoon and up the mountainside. They were allotted a personalslave to wash and clean, serve their meals, if they preferred not to eat atthe restaurant, and generally ensure their comfort. First and foremost by fulfillingany sexual needs they might have, however twisted. The remainder of the slavecontingent maintained the main house and the grounds. When they had the timefor it, that is, guests could anytime request an extra slave or more. Theyworked or served guests from early morning to late at night, sometimes allnight. If not, they were locked up in a mountain cave. Another cave had beentransformed into a comfortable shelter for the use of guests and staff in caseof hurricanes and a third hid a power plant.
I spent a good part of the week sunning myself beside the pool, improvingthe tan I'd already caught, preparing for my three months under the tropicalsun, but used some time roaming the cute little capital and parts of the mainisland. A beautiful place with a no less beautiful and extremely open and friendlypopulation. I'm sure you agree that Polynesian girls, and boys too for thatmatter, are among the most delicious in the world. Downright mouth-watering,like the splendid specimens I'd spotted among the losers. A couple of nightswe six novices had our after dinner coffee in my suite and watched some ofthe regulars' videos. I dare say that it was hot and very inspiring stuff,which gave us quite a few ideas about how to use a slave. The lad's fathercame along with him. We were of course a bit curious, to say the least, thathe brought such a young boy to a place like this, but as it turned out, thelad was no stranger to sex slavery. His parents had a 24/7 BDSM relationship.Ordinary professionals when at work, he as an accountant, she as a gynaecologist,but at home she was kept naked and chained, serving the family as a houseslave,eating her meals off dog bowls on the kitchen floor and punished for any infraction.From he was just a toddler, he'd seen his mum hanging from the ceiling by wristsor ankles, locked into a set of stocks, or tied up in painful positions tobe used as a footstool. Later on he often witnessed the canings and whippingsshe suffered almost daily. Four years ago, when she turned fifteen, his eldersister joined her. Out of her own free will, their parents never pressed herinto this kind of life, but she'd seen how happy they were together, unlikethose of some of her friends, who quarrelled and fought all the time and endedup divorced. So the lad was used to having two naked and chained slavegirlsaround, who served him hand and foot, but only that. He was not allowed topunish them, just watch, and of course not to use them for sex. It sounds weird,but he and his father convinced us that theirs was a very happy and close family.The sister had just got married to a boy she'd known most of her life, sonof friends of her parents who had the same sort of relationship, and entereda happy life of slavery. "It's about time he gains some personal experienceabout how to handle a slave", the father explained as if it were the mostnatural thing on Earth, "He'll get a crash course at the island. I'vebeen there quite a few times, doing things I like, but neither to the womanI love, nor to our daughter".
The two single guys were there to learn too. One of them had been throughthe usual succession of girlfriends, dropping them or being dropped becausethey didn't share his passion for bondage until he finally found a girl whodid. "The problem now is that I just want to tie her up for a fucking,but she likes it a bit more rough, clamps and whips and canes, you know, andI don't know how to use those properly. So we thought that both of us wouldbenefit if I had some serious training". The other guy wasn't really intoBDSM, but uncertain about his sexual preferences. "I date girls, but thinksome guys just as hot, so I grabbed the opportunity to try out both when Iheard about this place. And I do have a fetish, for feet". He grinnedsheepishly. "Which you share with thousands of people, me for one",the male part of the married couple answered, "I know nothing better thanfucking a pair of hot and blistered feet". We looked at his wife's daintytoes in high heel sandals and she grinned. "Not mine. Our problem is thatwe're both dominant. We met at a swingers' club and fell in love". "Headover heels". Her husband kissed her hand. "But it's not easy to findtwo submissives at the same time, so we're really looking forward to this holiday".
I guess the new slaves had a worse week, but as my anticipation grew it seemedendless. At long last dawned the day when we boarded a small luxury liner tobegin the adventure. We'd only just cleared the harbour when asked to comeon deck. With all the new slaves on board, we'd get our own right away insteadof at the island, and as an extra treat could pick and choose. They were linedup on either side of the swimmingpool and it was a sight to take away yourbreath, I tell you. Fifty girls to one side, fortynine boys on the other. Theywere of course completely naked and their tanned bodies seemed to glow in thesunshine. I think all of us, even those who'd been to a similar event before,just stood there, gaping, for long minutes, before shaking out of our stuporand start picking.
The slaves had been prepared well. Black leather collars encircled theirnecks and similar bands their wrists and ankles. I learned later that theywere reinforced with steel and locked on. With the attached D-rings and simplesnaphooks you could restrain a slave in any conceivable position, if you didn'tprefer using good old fashioned ropes. Just now their hands were chained abovetheir heads, their feet spread and shackled to the deck. Pubes and armpitswere shaven clean and the boys given a buzz cut. Nipples were pierced withstainless steel rings and the girls further adorned with four rings in theircunt lips. A number was tattooed on their left buttocks. I'd learned that aslave was usually known by her number, no need to bother remembering theirnames, except perhaps that of a personal slave. They stood quietly in theirstrained positions, had no other choice, but some of them, especially the youngestgirls looked very frightened, with tears in their eyes and quivering mouths.Others seemed resigned, staring passively into space. Some of the boys lookeddefiantly at their future masters and mistresses, while a few girls were openlyflirting.
Guests were milling around this imposing display of young flesh. Hands slidup and down naked bodies, felt up muscles, fondled breasts, pinched nipples,hefted ballsacks and stroked cocks. Fingers probed mouths, spread cuntlipsand arsecheeks and went up tempting holes, feeling around. No one spoke tothe slaves or took any notice of their feelings when handling them and loudlydiscussing their charms or lack of them. Only curt orders to stand still oropen their legs wider, followed by a slap to their exposed buttocks, were directedat them. I made a round, appraising the offers, but didn't inspect any of themclosely until I came to the Polynesian girl I already had my eyes on, no. 34.She looked calmly at me and I thought to detect the ghost of a smile playingon her lips. Her breasts were fairly large, but firm, hardly bounced when Islapped them. She flinched, but didn't utter a sound. "Hmm", I mumbledand moved to her cunt, parting the lips and crouching to see a fine rosy hole.She responded by rising on tiptoe, trying to spread her thighs further. Herclit was the largest I've ever seen and stood out, stiff and erect like a miniaturecock. A drop of moisture glistened at her opening. The humiliation seemed toturn her on. 'A natural submissive?' I asked myself and went round to openher arsecrack and ram two fingers op the brown hole. She jumped in her chains,but still didn't cry out. The tunnel was narrow, but her sphincter gave wayeasily. Her finely rounded brown arse was marked by a faint pattern of fadedstripes and a closer look revealed some across her straight back as well. She'dbeen whipped, but not recently, not as part of her training. I went back infront of her again and presented my soiled fingers to her mouth. They werelicked and sucked clean without any hesitation, but her eyes were fixed onsomething behind my back. I turned quickly and saw a tall and muscular youngman, whose hide was a shade darker than hers, staring at us. 'Boyfriend? Brother?'I guessed, but dismissed the idea. The company would hardly invite potentialdisaster if a boy lost his head when watching his girl abused. On the otherhand, if they did know each other, it opened some interesting possibilities.
I strolled over to stop in front of the brown boy. 'Magnificent!' I thoughtwith a pang of envy. I consider myself something of a stud, as I've alreadysaid, but this guy beat me by several lengths. Perhaps as much as six inchestaller than me, with a handsome face, perhaps his nose was a bit too broad,upper arms almost as thick as my thighs, a bulging chest, flat stomach andlegs like telegraph poles. Between his sturdy thighs dangled a cock, whicheven flaccid had to be six or seven inches, and behind it a bulging low hangingballsack. No wonder that one of the gay couples was busy checking out thisoutstanding specimen. One of the guys had a hand buried between the two firmmounds of his arse, the other was slowly stroking the long cock. The slavestood passively, looking into the middle distance, but with a spark of angerin his brown eyes. "Tight as a glove". The guy behind him straightened. "Idon't think he's ever had anything up there". Two soiled finger touchedthe slave's tightly sealed lips. "Open up, boy!" His eyes flashedangrily, but he accepted the probing fingers. "A real hot mouth". "Yeah,but...". The other guest looked at the now stiff cock. "I'm not surethat I'd like that monster up my bum". It had grown to about twelve inchesand so thick that he could hardly get his hand around it. "And why shouldyou? Is mine not good enough?" "Of course". "And just imaginehim over a sawhorse, arse whipped raw, he can take a lot, I'm sure, and thensliding it in". "Yeah".
'Not what you bargained for when entering this game, was it, boy?' I thought,taking a closer look at his back. It sported the same faint lines as the browngirl's. 'But if not gay, who whipped you, then?' He was looking at her againand I saw her give a slight, encouraging nod. 'Lovers? Submissive, both ofthem? Interesting!' I mused and wandered off. The other guests were still busy,but by now concentrating on a selection of the displayed goods. There'd beno lack of available slaves to play with, but most guests found a favouriteand wanted her or him as houseslave, which meant that the most attractive werevery much in demand. That problem was solved by letting the guests draw lotsabout who got to choose first, second and so forth. As a special prize, lotno. 1 carried the right to take not one, but three private slaves. A blondeSwedish teenage beauty with large tits and incredibly long legs was apparentlythe most popular, judging by the crowd around her. I ambled closer and foundthe young lad among them. "Isn't she just gorgeous?" His eyes wereshining. "And she's the spitting image of my sister. But I won't get her,I'm never that lucky".
He was right. I drew no. 1, of course. His father had no. 11 and he no. 29. "Shit",he mumbled, bitterly, "She'll be gone long before your turn, Dad". "Butnot before mine", I whispered in his ear. "Hey man, you'll let meborrow her?" "Well, I'm not sure it would be good for you, fuckingyour sister". "Aw!" He looked embarrassed. "I've never...". "Noteven dreamt about it, beaten off with her on your mind?" "Of coursehe has", his father broke in, "Any boy would, if he saw her bentnaked over a sawhorse, a plug in her thoroughly striped arse". "He'sseen that?" Their kind of life still shocked me a bit. "Often, orhanging from the ceiling with widespread legs and a flogged pussy". Ishuddered inwardly. "But then she likes that. This poor girl might not". "Herown choice, wasn't it, to end up here, and if Sonny doesn't do it, someoneelse will". Of course he was right. "OK then". "I can borrowher?" The lad looked pleadingly at me. "You can have her, I'll swapwith you". He lit up in a beaming smile. "Gee, man! Thanks a million".
I got some envious looks and a few scowls when once again demonstrating myluck, but most of my fellow guests congratulated me. No one seemed disappointedwhen I chose no. 34 and the gay couple just shook their heads when her countrymanjoined her, but a collective sigh went through the assembly when I pointedat the blonde. The three were released, had their hands cuffed behind theirbacks, their ankles hobbled with a two foot chain, and a leash clipped to theircollars. A staff member led them over and handed me the leashes. I indicatedthat the brown couple should kneel behind me and gave the blonde's leash toher new master. He looked at her in awe and solemnly shook my hand. "Youcan borrow her anytime you want". "Thanks". The girl lookedrelieved. 'Don't put your hopes to high, doll', I thought to myself, 'He'sgot lots of ideas and very few inhibitions'. The next slaves went briskly.I noticed that the gay couple chose a black boy from Brazil, with a very long,but slender cock and a normally endowed Scots redhead with strikingly white,almost transparent skin. 'Nice contrast, but don't put him in the sun'. Thefellow with the masochistic girlfriend took a Russian girl, quite attractively,but solidly built, with prominent breasts and a no less imposing arse. "Goodchoice, she looks as if she can take a lot", I remarked. "That'swhat I thought, she won't break easily", he grinned. The sadistic couplehad found two typical American college kids who already looked terrified. 'Withgood reason', I thought. The lad's father surprised me by claiming a handsomeArab boy. "Got my fill of ladies at home", he explained, "AndI guess that Sonny will leave me a bit of his". The guy, who was uncertainabout his sexuality and had seemed just as uncertain about his choice, finallysettled for a British country rose. "I'll try some of the boys, but prefera warm girl in my bed and she has nice feet". When it was the lad's turn,I told him to pick a petite little gamin from France for me. She wasn't mytype of girl, I like them more voluptuous, especially in the chest region,but every time my eyes strayed past her, inspecting the display, I'd felt thefamiliar stab so I guessed that my fairy godmother was trying to send me amessage. "I'll enjoy watching that pole splitting your arse", I whisperedwhen handed her leash, nodding at my slaveboy's prominent organ. She shuddered,but with a strange gleam in her eyes. 'Three genuine submissives?' I askedmyself.
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