Augustin’s Island
By S J Lewis
ISBN 13: 978-1-936173-87-7
ISBN 10: 1-936173-87-5
A Pink Flamingo Ebook Publication
Copyright © 2009 S J Lewis
All rights reserved

Chapter One

Augustin always had the most elegant parties. Whenever he gave one, even the

weather cooperated. Today was no different. The sky was a perfect blue, marred only by
a few high, white clouds, and there was a gentle breeze blowing in off of the sea that
brought an invigorating tang of salt air and moderated the warmth of the sun. There were
dozens and dozens of people there, and I barely knew any of them. I knew Augustin, of
course. For some reason he had taken an interest in me and befriended me, but today he
was kept busy circulating among his guests, seeing to their comfort and ease. A tall
redheaded woman was his constant companion as he strolled about. I suspected that she
had some hopes of becoming his latest mistress from the way she kept close by his side.
From Augustin’s actions towards her, I also suspected that her hopes were well-founded.
He almost always had his arm around her waist or his hand on her shoulder, even when
he greeted some old friend or business associate. I couldn’t fault his taste in women. She
was a striking creature, with porcelain skin and lovely, expressive green eyes. She had a
nice smile as well, and she was smiling a lot today. The thin white dress she wore
covered her almost completely, from the high collar to the long sleeves to the ornate lacy
hem that almost brushed the close-cropped lawn as she walked along beside him. While it
covered her, though, it also clung to her body in a way that men couldn’t help but turn
their heads to watch. She wore a large, round white hat that matched the dress, probably
to keep the sun off of her face. It was the one thing that kept her from looking like a new
bride. Augustin wore a finely tailored dark suit, a pale yellow shirt, and no tie. He looked
every bit the prosperous, middle-aged businessman at his ease.

I myself neither stood out nor quite blended in here. As I meandered about the

shaded pavilions and the long tables covered with fine foods and wines, I kept catching
bits and pieces of conversations in languages other than English. I knew a few words and
phrases in French, German, Italian and even Greek, but not enough to engage in any
conversation with anyone who didn’t speak English. I suspected that most of the guests
here did speak it, if only as a second language, but I didn’t feel comfortable enough
among all these strangers to try to find out for sure. As Augustin’s houseguest, I belonged
here as much as any of the others did, but I still felt out of place.

I wandered down to the pool area. It sat on a low elevation overlooking the sea. Off

in the distance I could see ships, fishing boats, and the low, dark outlines of the nearer
islands. Closer by, at the pool, there was a small flock of gorgeous young women in tiny,
tiny bikinis frolicking in the water. I could hear their excited laughter as they strove to
gain the attentions of the handful of middle-aged men sitting or standing around the pool.
None of them were in the water themselves, even if they wore swim trunks. Every one of
them wore dark sunglasses so that it was impossible to tell where they were looking. I
was pretty sure that they were carefully surveying the young women. I knew I would be,
were I one of them.

There was really nothing to see by the pool except for all that active, young,

suntanned girl-flesh, and after a little while I concluded that they were all
interchangeable, as appealing as they were. I turned away and made my way back to the
refreshment tables. I wasn’t especially hungry, but I thought that a glass of wine would
be nice, and at least it gave me something to do. I was never really comfortable at parties,
even smaller ones where I knew at least a few of the attendees. There were dozens and
dozens of people at this one, and the only person I knew was Augustin. Oh, I had met his

stunning redhead, and I even knew her name: Dorcas. She was supposedly from northern
England. But I didn’t really know her.

I thought that after I got my wine and maybe a bit to eat I’d go down near the sea and

sit quietly. It wasn’t that I felt antisocial, just out of place. Some people can fit in easily,
but I’m not one of them. I’d been a geek in school…or was nerd the word? Either way,
I’d been pretty much a loner then, and I still was now, even with my own consulting
business doing well. Electronics I knew: People I didn’t.

That was when I first saw her. She was standing with her back to one of the serving

tables, enduring the attentions of one of the male guests. I saw her in profile, and the first
thing I noticed about her was her hair. It was short: Not really short, but definitely not
shoulder length, and it had been brushed up and back. There was a vaguely spiky effect to
it, so she must have used styling mousse. It was a pale blonde on the crown of her head,
darkening gradually to a light brown at the nape of her neck. In profile, her face seemed
unremarkable. Her nose seemed a bit substantial, but not prominent. It tilted up a little.
She was wearing a flowing black dress that covered her from her neck to just above her
ankles, leaving her right arm bare. White piping ran down along the seam at her side,
from just under her arm to the hem of her dress. I noticed that she wore some kind of
high-heeled sandals, probably expensive ones. She looked to be about average height and
build. Aside from the hair, there was nothing that seemed to make her stand out or
warrant the earnest efforts of the man speaking to her. The wines were at the end of the
long table that she seemed to be leaning against, so I kept going that way, slowly. The
two of them made an interesting little tableau, so I kept watching, too. I may be
uncomfortable around people, but I still like studying them. As I drew closer, I guessed
that the woman was in her mid-twenties. She finally smiled and said something to her
would-be suitor. I didn’t hear what it was, but he seemed to deflate like a punctured
beach ball as he turned and scurried away. She watched him go, and then she must have
felt my eyes on her, because she turned her head in my direction and looked at me.
Suddenly I understood the jilted suitor’s efforts. She had wide blue-gray eyes, set well
apart, a high forehead, and a wide mouth. She looked more striking than conventionally
pretty, but she was certainly an attractive woman. I noticed that the fine arches of her
brows were the same shade as the hair at the nape of her neck. Her face was carefully
expressionless, but those eyes spoke volumes. They were worldly, wary and self-
possessed. They had a physical impact on me, almost like I’d been punched. She stared at
me for a long moment and then turned back to the table to pick out a glass of wine,
dismissing my presence, and I felt as if I’d been punched again, this time by a world-class
heavyweight.

While the black dress covered her right side demurely, the left side was barely there

at all. It was slit up to her hip, showing all of her lovely long leg. Then there was a part
maybe three or four inches wide, high on her hip that gathered the dress together. Above
that, the gap opened again. From there it ran all the way up to her slender neck, where it
looked like the dress hung on by a thread. Her left arm and shoulder were bare, as was the
side of her firm, round breast. It was clear that she wasn’t wearing a bra. If she was
wearing any panties, they had to be riding high up on her hips. For the first time, I
noticed that she wasn’t wearing any jewelry at all, not even stud earrings. In a way, that
made sense. Her skin was flawless, a soft, honey-golden tan everywhere I could see. Any
jewelry might have distracted from all that gorgeous bare flesh. At closer range, I saw
that she looked more athletic than she had from further away.

I might have been staring. No, I know I was staring. I was suddenly aware that she

was looking at me again, standing hipshot and showing off all of her leg, leaning back a
little, letting her left arm dangle to show a little more breast. Her face was still
expressionless, but her blue-gray eyes said that she knew I was hooked even as they
dared me to do anything about it.

He who hesitates is lost. I went a bit closer to her, smiling. At least I hope it was a

smile. I was pretty sure that I wasn’t drooling, at least.

“Hello,” I said. I might as well try English at first. “I’m Jason Greer.” I almost held

out my hand, but I thought better of it.

“Are you, indeed?” she said. Her expression never changed, but her head tilted a

little to one side. Her voice had an interesting hint of a crack in it, and a slight but
unmistakable accent.

“You’re an American,” I said. “From somewhere in the South. I’d guess Virginia or

the Carolinas.”

“And you’re an American as well,” she observed. She kept her poker face, and there

was no softening of her gaze. I found that it was much easier to keep my eyes on hers
than I thought it would be: Her eyes were riveting. I thought that I’d like to see her smile
sometime. “Is that why you decided to come over and talk to me?”

“Of course not,” I shook my head. She didn’t smile. She barely moved as she waited

for me to say something more. I had the distinct feeling that I was being judged and
found wanting. It was a lot like being back in high school.

“What brings you here?” I asked.
“Why do you want to know?” she countered. She picked up a glass of white wine

from the table and sipped it, looking at me over the rim. Now I felt as if I was some
strange-looking species of bug. Yep, high school all over again.

“I’m just trying to start a conversation,” I answered. “I don’t really know anyone

here, apart from Augustin.”

“And out of all those people, you chose me to talk to,” she said, tilting her head

slightly to the other side. She still wasn’t smiling. Now I was just irritated.

“Look,” I said heatedly. “You’re a stunningly attractive woman. Maybe you’ve

gotten so used to male attention that it just bores you now. But if that’s the case, you
shouldn’t dress that way.” I pointed at her revealing outfit. “It just invites more of that
attention you find so dreadfully boring. Make up your mind.” With that, I turned on my
heel and walked away.

I wound up sitting on the beach as I’d half planned to do all along, watching the

ships and boats come and go. It was peaceful down there, and after a while I wasn’t
feeling quite so upset. It occurred to me that the striking young woman in the even more
striking black dress must get her kicks out of leading men on only to shoot them down in
flames. I tried to put her out of my mind, but images of her kept intruding on my mind. If
I closed my eyes, they intruded even more vividly. It was starting to get dark when I
finally got up, brushed the sand off, and started back towards Augustin’s villa.

The party seemed to have broken up a little while ago. The only people I could see

were the villa staff and the caterers, packing up the leftover food and wine, taking down
the colorful pavilions and cleaning up the grounds.

“Jason! There you are!” I turned to see Augustin striding towards me, smiling

ruefully.

“I have been searching for you,” he continued. “I am afraid that I have been a terrible

host, leaving you alone in a sea of strangers.” He was still wearing the same outfit, but
now his tailored jacket was unbuttoned and he’d changed his glossy black loafers for
what looked like comfortable moccasins.

“No need to apologize,” I shook my head. “You had much else to attend to. I didn’t

want to intrude. Where is Dorcas?”

“Ah, I will meet with her later,” Augustin said with a wave of his hand. “But here, let

me make up my unforgivable neglect of my houseguest. Come with me,” he beckoned
with a finger. “I would like to show you my stables.”

I didn’t especially want to go and look at his horses, but breeding and racing them

was his one true passion, though he always said that it was merely his ‘hobby’. It would
have been rude of me to turn down the invitation, so I walked along with him towards the
stables.

“I am afraid that you did not enjoy the party,” he said.
“That is not your fault, Augustin,” I answered. “I never feel comfortable at parties.”
“Ah, but then I must apologize for inflicting one upon you,” he said with a smile. “I

am sorry, but it had been planned months ago. But tell me, are you enjoying your stay
with me otherwise?”

“Very much so,” I nodded. “You are a most considerate host. I especially enjoyed

the deep-sea fishing.”

“You are most kind,” he said, draping his arm across my shoulders. “But I think I

should have at least introduced you to a few of my party guests. I could have provided
you with some good business contacts.”

“I am sure that you will anyway, my friend,” I laughed. “I think I know you that well

already.”

“Indeed,” he laughed. I was expecting for us to head straight for the large, white

barn, but instead he effortlessly steered me towards one of the smaller outlying buildings.
It was ‘smaller’ only in comparison with the barn. Now I could hear horses neighing, but
the sounds weren’t coming from the building we were approaching. I wondered what
Augustin was up to, but I knew better than to ask. He liked to surprise people.

He opened the smaller door next to the large barn doors and ushered me inside. I had

to stop a little ways in because it was so dark inside I couldn’t see anything. Then he shut
the door behind us and flicked a switch. Dim lights came on. Now I could see the
massive timbers that supported the building and the thick, heavy planks that were the
walls and floor. I looked up, but the light was too dim for me to see the roof. I could
smell fresh hay and old wood. Somewhere overhead I heard the whirring of wings and
the cooing of disturbed pigeons. There was a wide walkway in front of us. I could see
that it ran all the way to the far end of the building to a second set of barn doors. To either
side of the walkway there were rows of stalls that looked a bit snug for horses. They all
seemed to be empty.

“Well,” I said to Augustin. “You did say that you wanted to show me your stables.

You did not say anything about your horses.”

He laughed and clapped me on the back. “That is true, my friend,” he said happily.

“But few know that I have two kinds of stables. Come, let me show you one of my
prizes.”

I went with him to one of the nearer stalls. The sides were solid wood, and chest-

high. I still didn’t see anything. Then Augustin opened the stall door wide. As he did so, a
much brighter light came on just above the stall. A figure in the far corner of it stood up.

I froze. It was the striking young woman from the party, still in the striking black

dress. She was barefooted now, and she seemed much less self-possessed than she had
before.

“I would like you to meet Alison,” Augustin said as he moved past me into the stall.

It was just wide enough for the two to stand side by side. He faced me with his hand on
the woman’s bare shoulder. I didn’t see him apply any pressure, but Alison immediately
knelt, going down on one knee and bowing her head. The dress parted to display her
toned, golden thigh. Augustin moved his hand from her shoulder to the back of her head,
and she immediately bowed her head more deeply, her chin touching her chest.

“Here, come closer,” Augustin beckoned to me. “I must show you something.”
I came closer to look. Augustin brushed back the light brown hair at the nape of the

woman’s neck. I could just see a small tattoo there, where her hair would usually keep it
hidden. It looked like the number ‘4’.

“I don’t understand,” I said. I really didn’t.
“I keep two sets of stables, my friend,” Augustin said. He seemed vastly amused.

“Everyone knows of my racehorses, but very few know of my women. I keep it a secret,
and I share that secret with only a select few.” He must have seen the consternation on
my face, for he went on.

“Oh, do not worry,” he said. “I am no common pimp. In fact, I am no pimp at all.

But I very much enjoy choosing exquisite young women and training them to please.
What do you think of Alison here?”

I looked down at her. She hadn’t moved. “She is lovely,” I answered. “I had met her

briefly at the party.”

“Yes, and I am given to understand that she was quite rude to you,” Augustin

nodded. “Do not be offended. It is her way…at least when she is in public. But now, we
are in private. Rise, my dear.”

Alison rose to her feet in one graceful motion. She looked right at me. Once more

her gaze was as daunting as ever.

“She is one of my earliest pupils,” Augustin said to me. His hand closed on the back

of her slender neck, and I saw the first flickering of uncertainty in those gray-blue eyes.
“I invited her here because I thought you might find her interesting.” He looked at me.
“Do you, my friend?”

“Very much so,” I answered him without looking away from her. “But I still do not

understand.”

“Ah, well,” Augustin shrugged. Let me make it a bit more clear to you.” He reached

up with his free hand to the collar of Alison’s dress, where it was narrowest. I heard what
sounded at first like a ripping sound before I recognized it as the sound of Velcro parting.
Augustin slid the dress down to her waist, baring her torso. Alison started a little, but
otherwise kept still. I heard a tiny, sudden intake of her breath.

There was not even a hint of a tan line on her beautiful body. Her skin was that same,

even, light golden tan all over, except for the darker golden brown of her nipples and
areolas. Her breasts were not large, but they were sweetly rounded. They suited her
athletic build. I could see that her nipples were erect.

“If it is still not quite clear enough for you, my friend,” Augustin smiled at me as his

hand went to Alison’s hip. Again I heard that tearing sound and now the dress slid
completely off of Alison’s body. She wore nothing at all under it. Her pubic tuft had been
trimmed to a neat patch perhaps the width of two fingers. It was the same color as her
eyebrows. I noticed that while she kept still while all this had gone on, her pose seemed
to have stiffened. Now she seemed agitated, though she was trying to conceal it. I
couldn’t tell if she was more scared or excited.

“I have instructed her to make amends to you, my dear friend,” Augustin said to me.

His hand slid downwards from the nape of her neck to her waist. As if on cue, Alison
slowly turned around for me so that I could see all of her. She was a symphony of soft
curves and hollows, with two little dimples to either side of the base of her spine. I felt
my fingers twitching as I saw her beautiful rump. It looked firm and muscular under the
thin, soft padding of fat. When she turned fully around to face me again, my gaze slid up
from her loins to her waist to her breasts and finally back to her eyes. She looked right
back at me as if it was quite ordinary for her to be naked in the presence of two clothed
men.
“Ah, there is one last thing!” Augustin exclaimed. “I had almost forgotten.” He took a
long strip of plastic from the inner pocket of his jacket. He held it up for me to see. I
heard tiny clicking sounds as he fashioned it into a loop. I recognized it as a police
restraint, quicker and simpler to use than handcuffs, and readily disposable.

“It is an interesting thing, is it not?” he smiled at me. “So simple and so elegant, and

yet it renders a woman so completely helpless when it is used.” He stepped behind Alison
and she put her arms behind her for him, still looking at me as if she was daring me. I
heard the clicking noise again, but so fast that it sounded more like a loud zipper. All
Alison did was blink, but now she could not quite keep her eyes fixed on mine. After a
moment, she looked down at the floor.

“I leave her to you, my friend,” Augustin said to me as he came out from behind her.

“She is yours for the night. As for myself, I have other business now. Dorcas is waiting
for me back at the villa. She is expecting something very special tonight, and I do not
want to disappoint her. When you have done with Alison for the night, you may simply
leave her here. She will be quite all right, and I will have someone check on her later.”

He left, closing the stall door gently behind him. I simply stood facing Alison for a

long, long moment. It is not every day that a man is presented with the gift of a beautiful
woman, especially one naked and bound and apparently not as distressed by her situation
as one would think she would be.

“Turn around again,” I ordered her. She obeyed, and I could see that she was indeed

secured. The police restraint circled her wrists snugly. Her hands were half-clenched. She
finished her pirouette facing me again. Perhaps she sensed that I was feeling out of my
league, because some of her old arrogant demeanor began to return. I reached out and put
my hands on her shoulders. Her skin was warm, as if she’d just come in out of the sun,
and smoother than the finest silk I had ever felt. I pushed down on her shoulders, gently,
but determined to use more force if she balked. She did not. She sank to her knees,
looking up at me, no longer quite so self-assured. My hands went to the zipper of my
pants. I moved slowly, because just then my heart was pounding so rapidly that I was
feeling a little faint. This was so far outside my realm of experience that it felt unreal, as
if I was dreaming and the least misstep on my part would immediately end the dream.

My cock was already rock-hard in anticipation. When I finally freed it from my

underwear and got it out, I wondered what Alison would do. Would I have to coerce her
somehow? Would she fight, or scream, or protest?

She didn’t do any of those things. As soon as my cock was free, she leaned forward

slowly and took me into her mouth. I could feel her lips, and her tongue, warm and wet.
She began to suck, softly, slowly, sensuously. Her eyes closed. I thought I heard a tiny
moan.

Chapter Two

It should come as no surprise to anyone that I still felt as if I was dreaming, and I had

not had such a dream since college. This just wasn’t the sort of thing that happened to
anybody, let alone me. All I could do for some time was look down at this lovely young
naked woman as she sucked on my cock. Her eyes were closed, and there was an almost
beatific expression on her face, as if giving a man pleasure with her mouth was the most
wonderful thing in the world to her. She would shift her position minutely from time to
time, tilting her head slightly to one side or the other as she sucked. It certainly felt
wonderful to me. Her lips felt soft and her mouth was warm and wet, and the tiny moans
and grunts she made every so often just added to the experience.

I had an urge to touch her with my hands as she sucked, but all I could reach from

the position I was in were her head and bare shoulders. I had seen her respond to some of
Augustin’s touches as if she’d been trained to…well, she almost certainly had been…and
as much as I wanted to feel her warm flesh under my hands, I did not touch her for fear of
triggering some learned response that would cause her to stop what she was doing. So I
contented myself with drinking her in with my eyes, trying to memorize every sweet
curve and hollow of her. Looking straight down, I could see her breasts. Her nipples were
still erect. They did not stand out especially far, but my mouth watered at he sight of
them. My fingers itched to fondle those breasts. And all the while she kept on sucking,
and sucking, and sucking.

From somewhere else in the small barn I heard the sound of something striking flesh,

immediately followed by a very high-pitched and feminine yelp of pain and surprise.
Alison seemed not to hear it. It was as if every fiber of her was concentrated solely on my
cock and the desire to pleasure me. I almost reached out to touch her in spite of myself,
and drew my hand back at the last moment. There was the sound of another impact,
another yelp, and then a low, female moan. I wondered absently what was going on
elsewhere in this barn, and then I felt the first faint warnings that I was soon to climax.

I debated warning Alison as she knelt before me, but then I saw her hands, tightly

bound behind her with that thin strip of hard plastic, and remembered how she had acted
when I had tried to introduce myself to her. I had never come in a woman’s mouth
before, and suddenly I wanted to, very, very much…especially in this young woman’s
mouth. I contented myself with a weak moan, as if to let her know that I liked what she
was doing. She responded with a deeper, drawn-out moan herself, and began sucking
faster, with many little shifts of her body and artful tilts of her head. I shuddered in
pleasure, and moaned again. She had to know what was coming, but she showed no sign
of wanting to stop. I wondered just how well Augustin had trained her, and then I heard
another blow, and a squeal and a moan. Alison paid no attention to it.

As much as I would have liked for this to go on forever, I realized that it was about

to end very soon. I couldn’t help putting my hand on the back of Alison’s head just
before my first explosive ejaculation. Her hair felt both spiky and feathery against my
palm. Alison moaned one last time herself, and then took me in even deeper than she had
before. I heard her make a tiny, muffled noise as my first hard spurt filled her mouth, and
then she held perfectly still, sucking hard and making tiny grunts as I spurted and spurted
and spurted myself empty, groaning and moaning with the sheer intensity of it all.

Alison kept quite still, my cock buried deep in her sweet, warm mouth until she was

quite certain that I had emptied myself. Then she opened her eyes and looked up at me as

she drew back slowly. My cock, still swollen but no longer hard, slid out from between
her lips and dangled limply. Her eyes looked sleepy as she licked her lips slowly and
deliberately and then she visibly and audibly swallowed, not once, but twice. She licked
her lips one more time and then smiled up at me sweetly. She didn’t even flinch as there
came the sound of another, louder impact and an oddly muffled squeal. Instead, she
turned her head to nuzzle my hand for a moment. Then she turned back to my cock and
leaned forward to lick and suck it clean. She performed that task with the same loving
attention as she’d put into sucking it, making wet little noises and tiny little grunts of
effort all the while. It was an incredibly erotic display of female submission, especially
when she smiled crookedly up at me once she had finished. My mind was racing with all
of the other things that I wanted to do with this lovely young woman. I didn’t want this
night to end, but it was clear to me that I would have to act soon or somehow break the
spell that Augustin had cast.

I didn’t say a word to her. I made Alison move over to kneel close alongside one

wall of the stall and searched the small area with my eyes for something, anything, for
her to lie on. The only thing available was her unique black dress. I spread it out on the
hard wooden planks of the floor and used my hands to make her lie down on it. She made
no resistance at all and lay prone on the thin fabric. She kept her legs primly together. I
thought that I was beginning to understand the rules of this very strange and arousing
game. If I was right, she was keeping her legs together so that I could make her move
them apart, or move them apart myself.

When I stood up and began to take my clothes off, Alison rolled partway onto her

side so that she could look up at me. Her eyes, so skilled at deflating men with a mere
look, seemed sleepy and languid. I told myself that I could see a gleam buried deep
within them as she watched me undress.

I suppose that I could have remained clothed, but I had an overpowering desire to

feel all that warm, silky female flesh against mine. Naked, I lay down alongside of her
and gathered her into my arms. The plank flooring was hard and unyielding under
Alison’s dress, but I barely noticed. I pulled her close, pressing her body against mine as
I pushed my knee between her thighs. Alison moaned, tilting her head far back as if she
was offering her throat to me. She struggled feebly and minutely. I brought my knee up
further and further until I could feel the soft, radiant warmth of her loins against my
thigh. I rubbed the spot gently with small movements of my leg, making, her moan again.
Then I began kissing her vulnerable throat, quick, hot, light kisses. She squirmed in my
arms, but did not try to pull away. It struck me that perhaps she was playing a small game
of her own now, that of a bound captive in the inescapable clutches of her lustful captor. I
began kissing her shoulders, moving slowly, so slowly, from one to the other and back
again. Her body seemed to grow warmer, and I could have sworn that now she was
pressing herself against me, as eager for the sheer physical contact as I was.

Our game went on, slowly and deliberately. Alison did not initiate anything, but she

denied me nothing. I could move her splendid body any way I wanted to, turning her on
her side, putting her on her back or on her belly as I pleased. When I held her, against me,
spoon fashion, my hands could cup and fondle and caress her breasts at will and I could
feel her manicured fingertips brushing lightly against my cock and belly. I could not get
enough of her breasts. They were soft and yielding under my hands. They intoxicated me.
When I brushed my palm across the swollen nipples, Alison always shivered and
moaned. By now, she was shivering and moaning almost constantly anyway, and her

breath was coming in ragged little gasps. I thrust my knee between her thighs from
behind. She offered no resistance. Indeed, she cocked her leg up so that she could place
one slim foot securely on the floor. I moved my hands from the firm, addicting flesh of
her breasts down across her torso, feeling the play of her muscles under her soft, soft
skin. When my fingertips began combing lightly through the first curly hairs of her
trimmed pubic bush, she inhaled sharply with a hiss. I felt her shiver and shudder, and let
my hand move on downwards. Her pussy felt almost hot now. I slid a finger between the
fleshy outer lips and immediately felt a slippery wetness within. Alison shuddered and
cried out weakly. I could feel her fingers fluttering against me.

I might not have been so bold, but for the fact that she was bound, and had

apparently consented to all this earlier, and Augustin had told me that she was mine for
the night. That thought encouraged me to do things that I’d always wanted to do but
never had, up until now. I let my finger explore her pussy, sliding it up and down, feeling
the sensitive, delicate flesh hidden behind the outer lips. I enjoyed the way that it made
her shiver and moan and writhe in my arms. I could feel her hips start to grind slowly
against my hand. I slid another finger in, and then another. I used my two outer fingers to
part her pussy while my middle finger teased her as it searched for her clitoris. I had an
urge to make her come like this, to feel her body shuddering in orgasm as I held her. My
probing finger found her clit, and she shivered. I began stroking that tender, fleshy
nubbin and was rewarded by a moan. As I kept teasing her, Alison’s head bent back
further and further. She was breathing noisily and raggedly now. I spread her pussy a
little wider. Now I could smell her musk as she became more and more aroused. It was a
pleasant scent. It tickled not only my nose, but some primitive part of my brain as well.
And then I felt her fingers searching for and then stroking my cock, lightly and delicately.
I took that as a hint, or a suggestion. So far she had not said a word to me, and I had
barely said anything to her, but we seemed to be communicating nonetheless. I began
stroking her clit in the same way.

My left arm had been lying under me until now. I moved and put it around Alison’s

slender neck, not tightly, but enough to hold her more or less in place. She moaned yet
again and leaned back into me.

Somewhere in the background at times I thought I could hear the other woman

moaning as well, but I cannot say if I heard it or imagined it. I was completely focused on
the warm and helpless female body in my arms. I stroked and teased and stroked and
teased to my heart’s content. I knew somehow that I was bringing my captive female
closer and closer to orgasm. Part of me wanted to prolong it as a form of sweet, erotic
torture. Part of me wanted to make her come, so I could see and hear and feel what
happened to her when she did. As much as I loved making her gasp and moan and shiver,
I knew I was not skilled enough to draw it out indefinitely, so I finally settled on making
Alison come.

I struck a rhythm that seemed to suit her very well. She became very still in my

arms, except for constant, delicate little tremors of her body. Her breathing became
shallower and noisier, punctuated from time to time by faint moans that gradually crept
higher and higher in pitch.

She came suddenly, with a violent shudder and a deep, deep grunt. I kept stroking

her, fascinated by her reactions, and she shuddered and grunted and shuddered and
grunted until she finally went completely limp. Now her breath came in raggedy gasps as
what seemed to be aftershocks roiled through her body. I gently withdrew my fingers and

held them up to my nose. I wanted to memorize her scent, along with every other detail
of this intensely satisfying night. Once I thought that I had, I held those fingers to her
nose. She murmured and stirred and the next thing I knew she was delicately licking at
my fingers, sometimes taking one of them into her mouth. When she did that, I could feel
her tongue licking at it as she sucked gently.

I let her rest for a little while after she had cleaned my fingers. She was still warm

and silken against my skin, and very pleasant to keep hold of. But I was still hungry to
explore that lovely body. I wanted to explore every square inch of it. She seemed sleepy
at first, but even so, she still denied me nothing. I feasted on her breasts, sucking and
nibbling gently at her nipples. I had heard or read somewhere that an ideal breast should
fit comfortably inside a champagne glass. I had no idea what that translated to in inches
or cup size, but I felt sure that Alison’s breasts were just a little bit larger than that ideal. I
didn’t care. Alison would arch her back to make her breasts more readily available to my
mouth or my hands. I marveled at how that flesh could be so firm and yet so yielding at
the same time.

I kissed her all over, but I did not kiss her on her mouth. I didn’t refrain from kissing

her there because she had so recently had both my and her juices on her lips, but because
it would have felt too personal and too intimate at the time. That may seem strange to
some, given all that we had done so far, but that’s the way it felt to me at that time, in that
place. Once again, I moved her however I wanted, and once again, she accepted it with
the same air of sweet submission, even though I was somewhat rougher about it now. She
spoke not a word to me. The only sounds she made were moans, or tiny grunts when I
moved some part of her body quickly, or whimpers whenever I seemed to hurt her a little.
It was powerfully intoxicating, having such a lovely bound and naked young woman at
my complete disposal. From time to time I would notice her looking at me with those
wide, blue-gray eyes. They were watchful, as I guessed that they always were, but
unreadable. I could not tell what she was thinking or feeling by looking into them. And
then I would do something to her body that made her lose focus, or look away, or close
those lovely eyes and moan weakly.

The fact was, as much as I wanted to fondle and handle Alison’s body forever, I also

wanted to work myself up to the point that my cock would get hard again. Now I wanted
to fuck her, hard and fast, using her body for my pleasure and my pleasure alone. I spent
some time caressing her legs, especially the soft and sensitive skin of her inner thighs.
That always made her shudder and moan. As much as I was intent on arousing myself, I
realized that I was arousing my companion as well. Her breathing was beginning to grow
raggedy again, and her grunts and moans and whimpers louder.

I had previously glutted myself on Alison’s breasts. Now I put her on her belly and

turned my attention to her ass. It was tight and round, with no hint of sag or crepe
anywhere. Her skin there was as smooth and warm as it was everywhere else on her. I
could not resist giving one full cheek a playful spank. She quivered and moaned, but did
not complain, so I did the same to the other cheek. I must have done it with more force
than I’d intended. She yelped, a startled ‘Oh!’ and her head came up. She didn’t try to
look back at me though. From my position alongside her, I could see that her eyes and
mouth were open wide.

I slapped the first taut globe a little harder, and she yelped again. Her body tensed,

but she still didn’t complain, or protest, or try to look around. She flinched minutely

when my hand came down gently on her ass, but only shivered when I began caressing
her flesh. I heard her moan, and I saw her head tilting back, her eyes closed now.

Then she shuddered violently and began inching forward on her knees, slowly

raising her hips and spreading her legs. Her bound hands made it difficult for her, but she
kept at it until she was posed perfectly for sex. Her head was back down on the now-
stained and rumpled material of her dress, turned to one side. Her eyes were open and
pleading and her mouth was working like a fish’s. Then she shut her eyes and arched her
back. She began panting.

I put a hand on her pussy, and she shivered. It felt even warmer than it had before,

and my hand came away wet. I found that I was fully as ready now as she was. I knelt
between her parted legs and put my hands on her hips. She trembled when I did that.
This was yet another thing that I’d always wanted to do but somehow had never had the
opportunity. I looked down at Alison’s smooth back, at the two shallow dimples to either
side of the base of her spine, at her wrists, still trapped in that narrow band of plastic, at
her sweet face, with the closed eyes and the open mouth, and I could not resist slapping
her gorgeous ass one more time. She jerked and whimpered but kept her pose. All she did
was wriggle her hips a tiny bit. It was very clear what she wanted. It was what I wanted
too, but it pleased me to deny her just a little while longer. I took my cock in my hand
and guided it slowly between her pussy lips. As I moved it to zero in on my target, she
trembled and whimpered but otherwise kept still. I found what I was looking for and
pushed a little deeper into her. I saw her catch her lower lip in her teeth, I heard her
whimper again. She was tight, but so wet and so ready that I was able to slowly slide my
cock all the way into her, savoring every sweet, submissive inch.

I didn’t know how much her sucking had taken out of me, but I felt rock-hard and

ready now. Hell, I felt powerful, invincible, utterly male, primitive, brutal and dominant.
I put both hands on her hips, pulled back, and then rammed my cock into her up to my
balls. The next thing I knew, I was pounding her furiously, violently. Alison squirmed
and whined in my grip, but she kept her ass up and her back arched for me. She braced
herself as best she could against my assault.

She was hot, and wet, and tight and helpless and completely submissive and all that

dredged up something dark and primal within me. I remember slapping her ass from time
to time, grunting loudly each time I drove myself into her, driving matching grunts out of
her with each fierce thrust. I no longer knew if she was enjoying it. Truth be told, I no
longer cared. The whole world had shrunk down to her pussy and my need to fuck it as
hard and as fast as I possibly could. I wanted to make her cry out, either for mercy or for
release. I didn’t care at that point which one it was. And for all the energy I was using, for
all the wonderful feeling of my rock-hard cock sliding in and out of that tight, silken
pussy, I couldn’t feel the least hint of an orgasm coming for myself. I think that I felt a
little anger then, though it would be difficult to put my finger on what had provoked that
feeling. I dug my fingers into Alison’s body and began pumping her harder and harder,
until she was grunting and moaning and whining and wriggling all at once. And then I
felt it…the first faint warning that I was going to come after all. I began thrusting more
slowly, but harder and deeper, trying to encourage it along. I heard myself making
snarling, animal noises, and then I felt Alison’s body shudder violently. She cried out, a
short, wordless exclamation. I kept thrusting, and very soon she shuddered and cried out
again. Now I could feel her pussy contracting around my cock, over and over again in
rhythmic waves. She shuddered and cried out one more time before I came. I gripped her

even harder and rammed myself deep inside of her and I groaned, even louder than she
had, over and over again as I came. I had an urge to throw my head back and howl.

I came back to myself slowly. I felt exhausted, and I realized that I was gasping for

air. I still held Alison in place, but not so strongly. She was pressing herself up against
me, her hips making lazy little circles, and she was making tiny whimpering noises. I
could feel her trembling and shaking under my hands. Her pussy was still contracting, but
weakly now. I stayed where I was until I had caught my breath and then slowly pulled out
of her. Alison waited until I was completely out and then raised herself up onto her knees
with some effort. Her face had gone slack. Her eyes were only half open, and it didn’t
seem like she could actually see anything for a time. She bent over to nuzzle at my cock,
and began to lick and kiss it. I was surprised, but I didn’t try to stop her. She kept making
small crooning noises as she licked me clean again. When she was done, she sank back
onto her haunches and gave me the barest hint of a smile. Then she slowly sank down
onto the hard plank floor and closed her eyes.

From somewhere else in the barn, I heard the other woman moaning again. It wasn’t

possible to tell from the sound of her voice whether she was moaning in pain or in
pleasure. I suspected that it was in pleasure. I was feeling pleasantly sated and sleepy
myself.

Alison stirred once or twice as I gathered up my clothes and got dressed. She did not

open her eyes, although she murmured something once or twice. Before I left, I moved
her to check on the restraint binding her wrists. It looked snug enough to keep her
secured, but not so tight as to cut into her circulation. I saw that there were still faint red
marks where I had spanked her. I hadn’t thought I’d used that much force. She barely
moved during my inspection. I slipped quietly out of the stall, latching it shut behind me,
and set out for the villa, feeling quite pleased with myself.

Chapter Three

My feeling of well-being faded the further I got from the small barn until, once I was

halfway to the villa, it disappeared completely. I stopped and wondered what could have
caused that. I had just made love…no, scratch that. I had just had passionate, even violent
sex with a beautiful young woman who was as submissive tonight as she had been
arrogant and unapproachable this afternoon. What could possibly make me lose the
wonderful elation of that?

I looked back towards the small barn and finally realized what and why. Alison was

still there in that narrow stall, naked and bound. Augustin had told me that she was mine
for the night, and as strange as it all had seemed at first, Alison did not appear to have
any objections to the arrangement. The night was not over. I was not wearing a watch, so
I had no way of knowing what time it was, but it was still very dark out, so clearly the
night was not over.

I had been about to go back to my room in the villa…it was actually a large suite, but

Augustin always referred to it as a ‘room’…and relive tonight’s activities in my mind.
Was I mad? Lovely, golden Alison was still there in her stall, still available, and I was
going to just leave her there? I turned and went back to the little barn. I was tempted to
peek into the other stalls, but I resisted the urge. I doubted that I would see any women
more appealing than Alison, so what would be the point?

She stirred and sat up when she heard the stall door open. When she first caught sight

of me a look of utter surprise crossed her face, followed shortly by the first real smile I
had seen on her face.

“You came back!” she said, her voice a hoarse whisper.
“I couldn’t stay away,” I told her. “I’m pretty well used up for the night, but that’s no

reason to just leave you here. Anyway, I don’t want to.”

She got up on her knees, facing me. It looked like a pose she had been taught, and I

had to admit it was appealing. She didn’t say anything more. She only looked at me with
those striking eyes. There was no wariness or arrogance in them now, just a sort of
hopefulness. I stared back at her while I tried to think what to do next. Seeing her like
that did nothing to help my thinking.

“Stand up,” I told her at last. She obeyed, and even made it look effortless even

though her hands were still bound. I stepped closer and took her into my arms, holding
her close while my hands roamed at will over her back and her ass. The top of her head
came up to the level of my nose. She laid her head against my shoulder as I fondled her,
and I thought I heard her sigh. Once I had glutted myself on her back, I turned her around
so that she was facing away from me. I held her in place with my left arm around her
slender neck while my right hand sought out points of interest.

“How long have you been coming here?” I murmured into her ear. So close, I could

smell her perfume, her skin, her hair…

“Three years,” she murmured back. I began kissing the side of her neck. She

shivered when I nibbled lightly at her earlobe.

“And does this happen every time you come here?” My hand closed around her

breast and squeezed gently.

“No…” she panted. It seemed that I was arousing her. She started to lean back

against me. I dropped that line of questioning.

“Do you like this?” I asked as I pinched her nipple lightly.

“Yes!” she said quickly. “Yes, master.” She hissed softly through her teeth.
I hadn’t expected to hear her say that. I knew a little about dominance and

submission, mostly from stumbling across websites on the subject and occasionally
looking in on chatrooms about it. It had always seemed interesting to me, but also a bit
daunting. This was far, far better than any chatroom, and a lot more interesting.

I ran my fingers slowly across her belly. Under the silky-soft outer layer of skin I

could feel toned muscles. Whatever else she did when she was not here on Augustin’s
island, Alison kept herself in very good shape. I moved my caress lower and felt the
short, springy hairs on her loins. It seemed that she kept that patch of hair trimmed short.
She wriggled a little as I tickled her.

“I want to make you come,” I said into her ear.
“Yes, master,” she responded almost eagerly. I felt her shift her weight as she spread

her legs just wide enough for me to slip my hand between them. I groped blindly with my
fingers for the very beginning of the slit between her labia and found it. She shivered yet
again as I slid one finger into it. She was already warm and starting to get wet. I could
feel the slickness growing as I gently rubbed my finger in and out, in and out. Alison
leaned more heavily on me, her breathing growing more rapid and more shallow.

“Wait,” I said to her as a thought struck me. She was helpless, bound as she was, but

I could make her more helpless, and I suddenly wanted to. I propped her back up on her
own feet and groped in my pocket for my handkerchief. I always carried one, though I
rarely had occasion to use it. I unfolded it and fashioned a blindfold out of it. Alison held
very still as I put it on her. It was barely long enough to do the job, and I had to knot it
very tightly. Alison bent her head as I did that, and kept her head down even after I had
finished. I brushed back the hair on the back of her neck and traced out that tiny ‘4’ tattoo
with my fingertip before I resumed what I had been doing.

Blindfolded, Alison seemed even more pliable and definitely more noisy. She

shuddered and moaned as my fingers gently probed and stroked her pussy. On occasion,
she ground her hips against my hand as if trying to let me know when she wanted me to
continue something I was doing. I had no intention of making her come quickly, though. I
remembered her in that stunning dress, staring at me coldly as I tried to strike up a
conversation with her, and now that she was in my power, so to speak, I wanted to make
her beg me for release. I wasn’t quite sure how to do that, but I thought I could learn by
doing and judging her reactions. Before too long I could feel the muscles in her thighs
quivering and I could hear her moaning almost constantly, so I thought that I must be
doing something right. In any case, I had never been able to so thoroughly explore a
woman’s body before. I knew where everything was supposed to be, and what it was
supposed to do, but it was quite another thing to feel everything at my fingertips, even if I
couldn’t see any of it from where I was standing: Outer labia, inner labia, the hot, slick,
sensitive flesh inside her vagina, and above all the slippery little pearl of her clitoris.
Every time my fingers brushed against that little nubbin of flesh Alison would moan
loudly and sag back against me. Every time I moved them away, she panted and whined.
Her nipples were swollen now, and when I brushed my arm across them roughly she
groaned through gritted teeth. I let my game go on and on, closing my eyes at times to
help me memorize the feel of her, the scent of her, the warmth of her body, the
spiky/feathery touch of her hair on my face, the increasing tremors that wracked her
splendid body and her almost constant moans that kept creeping higher and higher in
pitch.

“Please…” she gasped at last. “Please…”
“Please what?” I murmured into her ear.
“Please…make me come. Make me come! Make me come!” The last words were

almost a shriek. While it was singularly satisfying to hear her beg without having to
prompt her, I wasn’t quite sure if I would be able to give her release quickly. I needn’t
have worried. As I put two fingers to either side of her clitoris and began to rub strongly
but not too quickly she suddenly seemed to melt in my arms, moaning over and over
again, her head tilted back, her mouth open. And then she shrieked, almost directly into
my ear, loudly enough to make it ring. Her whole body shuddered violently once, twice,
and then she shrieked again, and shuddered again. Now her legs started to give out. I
couldn’t hold her up with just one arm, so I gently lowered her to the floor. She lay on
her side, trembling and whimpering. I sat down beside her, stroking her flank gently so
that she would know that I was still with her. Her soft skin was damp with sweat, though
it wasn’t an especially warm night. Slowly, her trembling subsided and her whimpers
faded. She let out a long sigh.

“Oh, God!” she exclaimed breathlessly. “Ohhhhh…”
“Are you all right?” I asked.
“Mmmm…” she purred, turning so that my caress cupped her breast. Her nipples

were still puffy and swollen, though not so much as before. “You made me beg,” she said
softly. Then she smiled. It was a faint smile, almost sleepy. “Thank you, master,” she
said. She certainly sounded contented. I kept on caressing her, breasts and belly and
strong, shapely thighs now. She did not spread her legs for me, though she made no real
effort to keep them together. She made purring noises while I did that.

“I want to thank you,” she said after a while. “I want to please you.”
“You already have,” I told her. “Twice. I think that’s my limit for the night.”
“Are you certain?” she countered. She arched her back dramatically, putting herself

on display for me.

“Not as certain as I was a moment ago,” I replied. Indeed, the sight and scent of her,

bound and blindfolded as she was, was beginning to arouse me again, now that I was no
longer intent on making her come.

“Do you want me?” she asked.
“Very much,” I admitted.
“I was very rude to you earlier today,” she said. “Unforgivably rude.”
“I won’t argue with you.”
“And now…” a smile flitted across her lips, “Don’t you think I should be punished

for that?”

I wasn’t sure where she was going, so I didn’t answer, but the thought of punishing

her somehow, vague as it was, did have some appeal.

“Look at me,” she said, arching her back again and writhing. “Look at this body. I

keep myself in shape with gymnastics, almost every day.”

“You certainly are in wonderful shape,” I told her. Something prompted me to keep

my hands off of her, though my hands practically itched for the touch of her warm, silky
skin. It was too interesting watching her move so seductively, her hips and her shoulders
and her gorgeous legs in slow but constant motion.

“I’m a bitch,” she said. “I see men notice me and I lead them on so I can push them

away when I please. I did that to Augustin when I first met him.”

I found it hard to believe that at first, but I actually knew very little about this

woman.

“I was a bitch to you too, wasn’t I?” she asked, her voice low.
“You were, indeed,” I nodded.
“Don’t you want to punish me for that?” she asked. “Don’t I deserve it?” She

grinned. It was a wicked little grin. I had the feeling that she was daring me. Earlier that
day…even earlier tonight…I would have passed on that dare. Civilization still had too
strong a grip on me then. Now there was no world outside this stall, no third person
watching me, ready to disapprove. Inside me was a brutal, primitive thing, pounding on
the walls of the small, windowless room in which it had been imprisoned for so many
years. I opened the door and set it free.

Alison let out one startled yelp as I seized her and put her face down on the hard

wooden floor. She yelped again as my left hand clamped down hard on the back of her
neck and held her down. And she yelped once more, very loudly, when my other hand
came down hard and fast on her taut, round ass. She squirmed and struggled and squealed
as I spanked her over and over, my hand sometimes striking the backs of her thighs. But
she never struggled as hard as I knew she was able to, and none of the sounds that came
out of her mouth were words. When she began sobbing, I flipped her onto her back and
mauled her breasts with my hands and my mouth, even nipping at her swollen nipples
lightly with my teeth. She squealed when I did that, and her struggles grew wilder, but no
stronger. I realized that she was resisting just enough to make me abuse her harder, but
not enough to make me stop. By that point, I wasn’t sure if I could have stopped if I
wanted to, except that now I was hard again and I wanted to do something else to her.

I hauled her up onto her knees. She was shaking and gasping and sobbing now,

though she didn’t seem to actually be crying. I slipped my belt out of its loops and put it
around her neck, pulling it snug. I used it to keep her upright as I fumbled with my pants
again. I shoved them down, along with my boxer shorts, and slapped her once, not too
hard.

“Suck it, bitch,” I snarled at her. Trembling and whimpering, she opened her mouth

and groped blindly for my cock. She found my balls first, and began kissing, licking and
sucking on them, all the while keeping up those tiny, intoxicating whimpers. When I had
had enough of that, I pulled upwards on the belt, bringing her more upright. After one
startled gasp, she began groping for me with her lips again and was soon licking up and
down the length of my cock. It felt so good that at first I didn’t notice how freely she was
salivating. Soon my cock and her chin were covered with saliva. Some of it even dripped
off of her chin onto the floor, leaving dark wet marks on the old planking.

I grabbed a fistful of her hair to hold her still for a moment. With my other hand,

which was still holding on to the end of my belt, I guided the head of my cock into her
gaping mouth, and then pulled her head forward and down until she began to squirm and
gag. I knew I was hitting the back of her throat, and I didn’t care. In fact, I had an urge to
keep going, ramming my cock down her throat so that she couldn’t breathe, but I couldn’t
quite bring myself to do that…not just yet, anyway. I pulled back, but not completely out
of her sweet, warm, wet mouth, and let her cough and choke around me until she had
gotten her breath back. The moment she had, I began fucking her mouth, fast and hard. It
was very sloppy. Alison kept struggling and making distressed little noises through her
nose. She tried to keep her lips wrapped around my cock, but from time to time she had
to open her mouth wider to get a breath. Every time she did that, a bit more drool would

dribble down her chin and splash onto the floor. For all that, she never even tried to say
‘no’, and, more importantly, she didn’t try to bite. That thought didn’t really occur to me
until later, though. I was too busy to do much thinking at the time.

I don’t know how long I treated Alison so roughly, but eventually I began to feel the

first hints that I was going to come. I let up a little on her, but kept my grip on her hair
and my belt, no longer concentrating on forcing my cock deep into her mouth but rather
on how her lips and tongue felt as she tried…almost desperately now…to make me come.
She had to work a lot harder than she had the first time, but she kept at it gamely. When I
finally came, she held perfectly still, sucking strongly and whimpering as I emptied
myself into her for the third time that night. The actual ejaculations felt weak, but
incredibly intense. I remembered groaning as I held her still, not just while I was coming
but for some time afterwards until she began to squirm in earnest. When I finally let her
go, she fell over onto her side, gasping and huffing, her chest heaving as she drank in
deep gulps of air. I pulled up my pants as I watched her. Once her breathing had returned
to something like normal, I carefully removed my belt from around her neck and stroked
her hair gently.

“Ah…” she gasped once. “Was I really that much of a bitch to you?”
“More,” I replied, smiling. “You got off easy.” I saw her smile slyly, as if she was

already plotting something, and then I heard a discreet cough from somewhere just
outside of the stall.

Augustin had said that he would send someone to check in on Alison later. Perhaps

he was here now. I stood up and looked around. A wiry little gray-haired man was
standing nearby. He held a length of chain in one hand, and he seemed surprised to find
me still here.

“Yes?” I said to him.
“Pardon,” he shrugged. “I am come to care for de lady.” His English was thickly

accented, but easily understandable.

“What do you usually do for her?” I asked.
“I take her outside and I wash her,” he replied. “Den I put her down for de night.” He

hefted the chain as he said that, as if he thought it should mean something to me.

I looked from him to Alison and back again. She was lying more or less still on the

planks, and it certainly looked like she could use some washing.

“I would like to wash her myself,” I said. “Is that possible?”
“Is possible,” he smiled and nodded after a moment. “But I must watch. De lady is

my responsibility. I am Pappas.”

Alison knew how this went much better than I did. I removed her blindfold as

Pappas entered the stall. I had to help her to her feet and support her as Pappas used an
old pair of wire cutters to free her from the restraint. I saw that it had left marks on her
wrists. That done, she faced him and kept still as he looped the chain around her neck and
used a padlock to secure it. He handed me the free end of the chain with a grin.

“Dis way, sor,” he said.
We went out of the small barn through a side door between two stalls. The night air

was cool and refreshing after so long inside. Alison followed obediently along behind me
as Pappas led us over to a square of concrete. There was just enough moonlight to see
that a pipe came up out of the ground next to the square and ended in a cheap showerhead
about six feet up. Alison stepped onto the concrete and smiled at me. She looked

incredibly appealing, wearing nothing but the bright chain around her neck, and if I
hadn’t been so thoroughly used up by then I would have led her back to her stall.

Pappas turned on the water, and Alison squealed as the spray hit her bare flesh. She

turned into it, raising her face so that the spray beat down on it. Water coursed down
along her body. Pappas handed me a soft brush and a bucket of hot, soapy water. He must
have already put them here before he had come in.

“Go ahead, sor,” he said to me. “Wash de lady. I watch.”
When Alison saw me coming towards her, she smiled again and raised her arms over

her head, crossing her wrists. I dipped the brush in the bucket and began washing her. I
could feel that the spray from the shower was on the chilly side, enough to make her
nipples puffy again, and I ran the brush over her breasts a couple of times just to watch
her shiver deliciously at the touch.

She turned this way and that, offering up different parts of her gorgeous body for the

brush: Back, legs, breasts, neck, face, ass…finally, she faced me with her legs spread
wide. I brought the brush up onto her pussy and gently washed her there. She kept her
arms up and her wrists crossed, but her eyes closed and she tilted her head back as I used
the brush. I had the thought that I could possibly make her come yet again this way, but it
was late, and somehow it did not seem right to do that with Pappas watching, as
unobtrusive as he was. Finally, there was nothing left to wash. I put the brush back in the
bucket and watched as Alison rinsed herself off of the last bit of soapsuds.

Pappas turned off the water. Alison stood facing me, dripping wet and shivering, but

with a strange little smile on her face.

“I got to put de lady down for de night now, sor,” the wiry little man said to me. He

had an odd little smile on his face as well. “Dat, I have to do myself.”

“Of course,” I nodded, my eyes still on lovely, naked Alison, as if this was the most

natural thing in the world. “Thank you, Pappas.”

“You did good,” he told me as he took up the end of Alison’s chain leash. “Good

night, sor.”

I watched him lead Alison away. More exactly, I watched Alison as he led her away,

fascinated by how seductively she moved. Just before she reentered the little barn, she
looked back at me over her shoulder. The light was dim and uncertain, but her expression
was enigmatic, and I do not think she was smiling. Then the door shut behind her and I
was left alone in the warm night. For the first time, I realized that my clothes were wet
through in places.

This had been a very strange night, and also a very satisfying one. As I made my way

back to the villa, my mind was crowded to overflowing with images of Alison, from the
arrogant young woman in the stunning dress to the naked, bound and blindfolded captive
desperately sucking my cock in that narrow little stall. Some of them were vivid enough
to make me lightheaded, and more than once I had to stop and lean against something for
a moment until I had recovered. When I finally returned to the villa, most of it was dark
and quiet. I made my way back to my suite. As I took a shower myself before bed, I
could not get Alison out of my mind. I would have to thank Augustin for his most unique
and satisfying gift, and ask him many, many questions tomorrow. First of all, though, I
would have to ask him if I could see Alison again.

Chapter Four

It was another beautiful day, bright and sunny with cooling breezes constantly rising

up from the sea. I was wearing my swimming trunks, but I was perfectly content to
simply sit on the beach and soak up the sun.

“Good morning, my friend. It is a lovely day, is it not?”
I looked up and smiled at Augustin. He wore jeans and a white shirt, opened to the

waist, and he was barefoot. The fabric of his shirt rippled slightly in the sea breeze.

“Good morning,” I replied. “It is a lovely day indeed.”
“Where is Alison?” he asked as he sat down alongside me in the sand. He pointed to

her towel, which was spread out on the beach next to mine. “I was told that she had gone
with you this morning.”

I pointed out towards the gentle surf. “She is out there, having a swim,” I answered.

At that moment, Alison emerged from the waves, dripping wet, her naked body glistening
in the sun. She paused to pull her hair back and wring out the water with both hands,
looking very much like one of the lovely nymphs that frolicked in this same sea ages ago.

“Ah,” Augustin chuckled. “Now I understand why the fishing boats have drifted so

close to the shore today. Alison is a bit of an exhibitionist when she feels comfortable
here. She enjoys being looked at.”

“Well, I certainly enjoy looking at her,” I chuckled in reply. I watched her wade

ashore until she was just above the furthest reach of the waves. She went to her hands and
knees on the warm, sloping beach and stretched out, her head lifted up, her eyes closed,
her back slightly arched and her legs primly together. It looked like a pose, and it
probably was, for the benefit of anyone who cared to look. My eyes drank in the long,
clean lines of her. Even through the dark sunglasses I was wearing, her golden body
seemed to glow in the sun.

“She is a thoroughbred, my friend,” Augustin said to me quietly. “And

thoroughbreds are meant to be ridden. They are at their very best when every muscle is
straining, their breath comes fast and deep, and their bodies shine with the sweat of their
efforts. Does it go well between the two of you?”

“Well, I certainly have no complaints,” I answered. “And since Alison came to my

room to invite me for a swim, I would think that she has none either. But I am not
completely sure. We have not really spoken much so far.”

Augustin began to say something, but he stopped when he saw Alison rise gracefully

to her feet and come towards us. She smiled warmly when she saw Augustin and waved
to him. When she reached her towel, she sank down into the exact same pose she had
struck only a moment earlier. I reached out to stroke her flesh. She seemed to enjoy that
as much as I did.

“Did you enjoy your swim, my dear?” Augustin asked her.
“Yes, sir, I did. Very much,” she replied as she kept her eyes closed.
Her voice had a purring quality to it. My hand reached under her to briefly fondle her

breast and feel the faintly rubbery texture of her swollen nipple. The water was a bit
chilly, which was why I had only been in it for a short while.

“We will be having a late breakfast on the patio soon,” Augustin told her. “Perhaps

you should go and prepare yourself.”

She opened her eyes and turned to look at him, then turned her gaze to me. I could

almost feel the impact of it as a physical blow, but this time it was not cold and
dismissive but speculative and steaming.

“I will do that, sir,” she replied, still looking directly into my eyes. She pressed her

breast briefly against my palm before she rose to her feet again. She gathered up her short
beach robe and walked off in the direction of the sprawling villa that Augustin always
referred to as his simple country home. Augustin and I both turned to watch her go. Only
then did I realize that she had left her towel behind. I wondered what kind of a stir she
might cause if she arrived at the villa without donning her robe. But then, perhaps the
staff was accustomed to such things. She disappeared around a turn in the trail.

“Now, why did you send her away, my friend?” I asked as I turned back to Augustin.

He shrugged.

“I merely wanted an opportunity to speak frankly with you,” he replied. “And since

it concerns our lovely Alison it would not do for her to be here for that conversation.”

“Is there some problem?” I asked. I felt a vague hint of alarm.
“Oh, no,” he reassured me. “Certainly not between you and Alison, but I think that

should be quite obvious to you. I had an opportunity to speak with her briefly this
morning. She said that you had been quite brutal with her last night.”

“I…I suppose I might have been…” I stammered. Augustin laughed.
“It is all right! It is quite all right, my friend!” he said. “She told me that she loved it,

and was looking forward to the remainder of her stay here. But I can see from your
expression that you are confused, and perhaps a bit uneasy about the situation here?”

“A bit,” I nodded. “I have some questions, but I cannot think how to ask them.”
“Well, then,” Augustin smiled warmly. “Let me tell you a bit about my island.” He

shifted so that he was facing me more directly and began to speak.

“First, to borrow an American saying, what happens on my island stays on my

island,” he said. “If anyone breaks that rule, they are forever banned from returning. That
is sufficient for most people. For those few for whom it is not, I have the power to impose
other sanctions if I must.”

“I understand,” I nodded.
“Last night,” he continued, “You were at first taken aback when I told you that I kept

and trained women here.” He laughed. “And then I presented Alison to you, naked and
bound, and you asked no questions. But I am sure that you still have them. I am wealthy
enough to indulge myself in a few hobbies. Horses are the most obvious, and while I
dearly love raising, training and racing them, I am even more fond of training beautiful
women. Alison was one of my earliest pupils, and one of my proudest achievements. She
was a challenge! Proud and independent on the outside, but I knew from the first moment
that I saw her that she would first yield, and then enthusiastically embrace all that my
little world here could offer. My island is a very special place, my friend, where women
may come to act out their most submissive fantasies in safety. It is also a place where
dominant men may come to act out their fantasies in safety with their choice of lovely
women. Do you understand me so far?”

“Quite well,” I nodded.
“Are you shocked?”
“If you had told me this yesterday, I might have said ‘yes’,” I admitted. “But not

after last night.”

“Yes,” Augustin nodded. “I also knew from the first moment that I saw you that you

would appreciate this place. I happened to see your little exchange with Alison yesterday,
and I thought that the two of you would enjoy each other’s company. I can see that
Alison certainly did. She loves to have men look at her. She is not usually so fond of
having them touch her as well, especially as intimately as you did. I will not tell you what
she does for a living when she is back in the States, but I can tell you that she has a career
that is very high-pressure. Once a year, she comes here to find relaxation and release.
Last year, I am afraid that she was not entirely happy with her stay.”

I thought of Alison with some other man and found that it did not disturb me in the

slightest.

“A number of my special friends and my lovely pupils came here for the party and

have remained behind for the week that is to follow,” Augustin said. “It is not often that I
have so many people staying here at once. I would like to show you more of my special
island and the unique attractions it has to offer.”

“Thank you,” I said. “I would be most interested in seeing them. But I must ask you

how long Alison will be staying.”

“Ah, you are quite taken with her, I see!” He laughed. “Rest assured, she will be

staying here for a while yet. But now, let us gather up these things and return to the villa.
We do not want to keep our ladies waiting.”

“Dorcas will be joining us, then?”
“Of course! She will be staying with me for some time. She has great potential, but

she will require much rigorous training to bring it out.”

“Training?” Even after all Augustin had told me, I was surprised that he was

planning to train Dorcas.

“Oh, yes!” Augustin nodded. “She came here because a young female relative of

hers, a second cousin, I believe, told her about my island in the strictest confidence. That
cousin had asked me beforehand for permission to do so, of course. What happens here
stays here, but it is my island after all, and I may make exceptions.”

“Of course,” I nodded.

***

Breakfast had been laid out on the large round table on the patio in the rear of

Augustin’s villa. An awning had been erected over the table, in part at least to give
Dorcas’ fair skin some protection from the bright sunshine. It was not breakfast as I
would have understood it back home. There were breads and pastries and a copious
quantity of fresh fruits, but no potatoes, ham, bacon or sausages. In fact, there was no
meat at all. Coffee was available, as was hot tea and fruit juices.

Since Alison was there, I would not have minded if the meal had consisted of stale

bread and water. She had showered and put on a little makeup, and the dress she was
wearing was almost as striking as her naked body. It was white, and in one piece, with a
halter-top that left her back entirely bare and a long skirt that fell all the way to her
ankles. The material was so thin as to be partly translucent. I could easily see her nipples
through it. Dorcas was wearing an identical dress that looked as if it had been specifically
tailored to her. She was a bit more full-bodied than Alison, and did not appear to be
completely comfortable dressed as she was. She sat close to Augustin throughout the

meal, as if seeking some reassurance from his presence. He paid her close and gallant
attention all the while, but she did not seem to be as comforted by that as she wanted.

Alison sat close by me. She seemed perfectly comfortable, and flirted with me

brazenly, offering me small tidbits of food from time to time, striking poses that might
appear casual but which gave me appealing views of her body. I noticed that the long
skirt of her dress was slit up one side to her hip. She sat so that I had a complete view of
her long, strong, golden leg. At one point, she took my hand gently in both of hers and
kissed my palm lightly before placing my hand on her bare thigh. She smiled at me as she
slid my hand slowly upwards across her soft, silky skin until it was clear to me that she
was not wearing any panties.

Her close presence was so overpowering that I’m afraid I paid little attention to my

host and Dorcas, though occasionally, out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of
Dorcas watching what we were doing. The expression on her face was a strange mixture
of embarrassment and fascination. Augustin did not try to distract her, and I suspected
that he had intended for her to see this all along.

None of us spoke much. Alison seemed to have other things on her mind than food,

but for all that she ate very heartily. Dorcas picked at her food, clearly nervous and
unsure of herself in this setting. Augustin seemed pleased by her reactions. I was not sure
why that should be, at first, until it occurred to me that for all of her apparent discomfort
Dorcas was still here, and therefore probably determined to stick it out.

“Well,” Augustin said at last. “Shall we go and see some of the other attractions of

my island?”

Alison immediately nodded happily. Dorcas seemed less enthusiastic, but rose to her

feet as Augustin held her chair for her. I did the same for Alison, and she seemed to
appreciate the courtesy. Augustin led the way, Dorcas holding on to his arm almost
desperately. I followed, with Alison holding my arm, and staying so close to me that I
could feel the soft warmth of her breast against my forearm. Briefly, I pictured myself
leading her along at the end of a chain looped and padlocked around her slender neck. I
put the thought away for later.

We arrived at the small barn where I had spent the long night before with Alison and

entered it. Pappas was there, sitting on a folding chair. He rose, smiling and nodding
when he saw us.

“How many?” Augustin asked him.
“Five in here, sor,” Pappas replied. “One more is outside, being walked.”
“Very well,” Augustin nodded. “Show us the first.”
“At once, sor.” Pappas went to one of the stalls and swung open the low door. We all

looked inside. There was a thin mat on the floor of the stall. The young woman lying on it
looked up at us and then got up on her knees, her legs together. She wore nothing but a
heavy leather collar buckled around her neck. A length of heavy chain ran from a ring in
the collar to a bracket bolted to the side of the stall. She put her arms behind her and
bowed her head slightly, looking up at us.

She was lovely, but not, I thought, as lovely as Alison. She had an olive complexion,

shoulder-length dark hair and full breasts and hips. I could not be certain from the way
that she was posed, but it looked as if she had been shaved.

“Giancarla,” Augustin nodded towards her.
“Master,” she nodded back.

“Next,” Augustin said to Pappas. The old caretaker shut Giancarla’s stall and opened

the next door.

We saw all five of the women in the small barn, one stall at a time. Afterwards I

couldn’t recall their names. All I could remember was that there had been two blondes,
one a tall and stunning Valkyrie who actually spoke in German, the other a small and
fragile-looking little thing with innocent blue eyes. There were also two more brunettes
who looked enough alike to have been cousins or sisters, both of average height and
weight. As far as I was concerned, none of them could hold a candle to Alison. I noticed
in the course of the very peculiar introductions that the stall in which Alison and I had
spent so many hours was not occupied. At least I assumed that it wasn’t. In any case
Pappas did not open it, nor did he open the remaining two stalls.

Strange as it may sound, the sight of naked women chained to walls, while

interesting in its own way, did not arouse me as much as the feel of Alison holding my
arm and constantly pressing herself close to me. She was wearing some sort of perfume,
and every so often I would catch a faint scent of it. It had a musky undertone. The sight
of the other women seemed to have excited her.

It was difficult to say if Dorcas was excited. She appeared to be uncomfortable and

uneasy, but that did not preclude her being at least a little aroused. Augustin leaned close
to her and said something into her ear, and she seemed to relax a little. Augustin led us
out through the rear of the barn and into a large fenced area.

The first thing that I noticed was a network of poles and ropes supporting what

looked very much like camouflage netting high above us. It reached outwards from the
wall of the barn for fifty or sixty feet. It could not have been intended for shade. It did
provide some, but not enough to warrant all the work that must have gone into erecting it.
The second thing I noticed was the woman. She was naked except for some sort of
leather harness that tightly circled her neck, her torso just below her breasts, and her
waist. Vertical straps connected those horizontal ones, and the strap below her breasts
had shallow leather cups to support them. There was a gag in her mouth that looked like a
bit. A length of chain ran from her collar to a heavy post that stuck up about four feet
from the bare, sandy ground.

She was a striking vision. She had to be six feet tall if she was an inch, and her skin

was so dark as to appear blue-black. Her hair was cut very short. She was built like an
athlete, trim and lean. I saw that her hands were fettered behind her with more straps and
connected by another length of chain to her harness so that her hands were kept up above
her waist. Three men were with her. Two of them were merely sitting nearby, perched on
the fence, but the third was standing near the short, heavy post and wielding a riding
crop. From time to time he would strike the woman sharply with it across her rear,
making her move more quickly.

All she could do, tethered as she was, was walk around and around the post, but

apparently the rules of the game required her to do so with a jarring, high-stepping
motion, almost a slow-motion prance. She glared at the men, and at us, as she jogged
along, and every time the riding crop struck her she grunted through the bit in her teeth.
She must have been at it for some time, because her body glistened with sweat.

Alison was as close to me as ever. She appeared to be fascinated by the scene, and

almost quivering with excitement. Dorcas seemed mesmerized by it, staring at the
harnessed woman with her mouth half-open.

“This,” Augustin said, “Is…well, we shall call her Aina. Aina loves to be driven to

her physical limits, and this is a part of that process. She will not be released from her
harness until she is near exhaustion.”

Dorcas made a sound of dismay. Augustin took her aside and spoke to her quietly for

a moment. All the while, Aina continued her slow prance around the pole, occasionally
encouraged by the man wielding the riding crop. She seemed to be in superb condition,
and I wondered just how long it would take to exhaust her.

Augustin returned, with Dorcas following him. “I am afraid that there is not much

else to see until much later today. I must attend to my lovely Dorcas now, so I hope you
will not think it too rude of me if I leave you two to your own devices for a little while.”

“Of course not,” I reassured him. The fact was, I was eager to be alone with Alison

again.

“Thank you, my friends,” Augustin smiled and made a peculiar little half-bow. I will

send for you later.” He took Alison’s hand and kissed it briefly before heading back
towards the villa, with Dorcas on his arm again.

“What do you want to do?” Alison asked me with a wicked grin.
“I scarcely know where to begin,” I smiled back. “There are so many things to do

here on the island.”

She pressed herself against me and put her arms around my neck. “You are a wicked

man,” she purred. “I can tell what you want to do by the look in your eyes.” She raised
herself on tiptoe and kissed me. It was a light and friendly kiss to anyone who happened
to be watching, but for the briefest instant I felt her tongue probe between my lips.

“Will you go horseback riding with me?” she asked teasingly. I noticed that she was

letting her accent thicken when she spoke now. She’d definitely grown up somewhere in
the Carolinas, but not near the coast, and not further west in the mountains.

“All right,” I answered. I hadn’t been riding in years, but I had enjoyed it very much

when I was growing up in Montana. I suspected that she thought I was a city boy and not
used to horses. She was in for a surprise.

In addition to the race horses that he doted so much on, Augustin kept a number of

riding horses for the use of his guests. Alison wheedled the stablemaster, a burly man
with graying black hair, into saddling up two of them for us. At first I wondered how she
was going to be able to ride while wearing a skirt, but the long slit up the side enabled her
to mount without any difficulty. She led the way towards the western end of the island at
a trot. I was able to keep up without any difficulty. It wasn’t exactly like riding a bike,
but it was close enough. Alison smiled at me as I drew up alongside her.

“So, you know how to ride,” she said approvingly.
“I grew up around horses,” I said. “It looks as if you did as well. Did you?”
Her smile faded. “Don’t ask me questions,” she said.
“Why not?” I persisted. “I’d really like to get to know you better.”
She slowed her horse to a walk. “Of course you do,” she said. “They always do. I

come here to get away from things. When you ask me questions like that, you bring up all
the things I come here to get away from. It’s intrusive. I don’t like it.”

“Sorry,” I said. “But you must know that I’m very interested in you.”
She turned her head to look at me, and once again her gaze was like a blow…a hard

slap, this time.

“Isn’t it enough for you to know that you can have me any time you want, any way

you want, any where you want, for as long as I’m here?” she asked. “Augustin makes

most of the rules here, but I have a few of my own. I really enjoyed last night, Jason. In
fact, I loved it, especially when you came back for me. You didn’t have much to say then,
and I loved that too. Please, don’t spoil everything by asking me any more questions.”

I was puzzled, to say the least, which only made me want to ask even more

questions, but wise enough not to. The threat had only been implied, but it was clear
enough: Alison would remain available to me only as long as I did not ask her anything
about her life when she was away from the island. The thought of losing her in that way
was more than enough to make me honor her wishes.

The western end of the island had once held olive groves, but they had been

abandoned some time ago. Most of the trees still survived, but there was a lot of
underbrush and tall grass everywhere. There was even an old, abandoned farmhouse,
built with rocks taken from the island’s stony soil. The door and windows were long
gone, but it looked to me, even at a distance, that the roof was kept in a state of at least
minimal repair. There were trails that wound through all the rampant plant growth.
Alison knew the ways, and since none of the trails were wide enough to ride two horses
abreast, I followed along behind her in silence.

Chapter Five

I wondered how long this silence would go on, but I held my tongue. Alison seemed

very disturbed, and while she had told me that my questions were disturbing there
seemed to be something more to it than that. At one point I considered turning my horse
around and riding back to the barn, but just as last night, I couldn’t bring myself to leave
her. So, I followed along behind her and tried to enjoy the ride as best I could. We rode
out to the very tip of the island, where waves surged, slowly and relentlessly, against the
rocks below. Alison spent some time staring out at the horizon. I had the impression that
she was thinking about something, but I hadn’t a clue as to what it might be. The silence
between us dragged on until I was on the point of saying something if only to break that
silence. Then she turned to me and smiled wanly. I smiled back and waited for her to
speak. It looked as if she was about to once or twice but thought better of it. Finally, she
sighed once and said: “Follow me.”

We rode back eastwards, following a different trail and after a little while we arrived

at the abandoned farmhouse. I had been right about the roof. It showed the effects of time
and weather, but it looked sound. Alison dismounted and tethered her horse to a sapling,
then stretched luxuriously.

“I haven’t been riding since the last time I was here,” she said. “I miss that, but it

isn’t so easy to pick it up again. Tie up your horse over there, where she can be in the
shade. I want to show you something.”

I did as she instructed, taking a moment to pat my mount’s neck. When I turned to

see where Alison had gone, I saw her standing in the doorway of the farmhouse, looking
at me. She wasn’t smiling. There was a strange intensity in her eyes. She beckoned me
once with her hand and disappeared inside.

I followed her. Inside, the abandoned house was just one room, perhaps eight feet by

twelve. The windows let in some light, but Alison stood mostly in shadow. The floor was
all of old, flat stones, fitted together however they might be. A thick old rug covered a
large part of the floor, and she was standing on it. Lengths of rope hung from pegs set in
the walls. They were different thicknesses and lengths, ranging in color from light tan to
dark brown.

“Do you want me?” Alison asked, her voice no more than a husky whisper.
Words seemed inadequate for the situation. I could have gone to her and taken her in

my arms, but I didn’t think that was what she wanted. Instead, I took a coil of rope from
one of the pegs. It was dark brown, and softer than it looked, about the same thickness as
the tip of my little finger.

“Take off your clothes,” I told her.
She didn’t smile, but her pose softened. She reached up behind her to untie the halter

top of her dress. It fell away, baring her to her waist. I had already seen her naked, but
this half-nakedness of her, here in this isolated place, was somehow just as arousing. She
did something with the waist of her dress, and it slid to the floor. She stepped out of it. I
saw that she had already removed the light sandals she had been wearing. She bent over
and picked up her dress, then came over and handed it to me. I took it from her and
tossed it behind me.

“Turn around.” I ordered her. She obeyed, and even put her hands behind her without

being told to. I began to bind her wrists with the rope. She shivered at the first touch of it,
and I heard her inhale in a long, shuddering gasp.

“We’re alone here,” she said, her voice oddly constricted. “You could do whatever

you wanted to me.”

I suspected that she had some fantasy about being held captive by a man who would

do things to her, and make her do things for him. I’d had similar fantasies in the past
about holding a beautiful woman captive, but I’d never acted on them before. That was
going to change.

“You could force me…” she went on in a breathy whisper. “Punish me if I didn’t

obey…”

“Shut up,” I said as I knotted the rope cruelly tight around her wrists. She whimpered

faintly as I gave the knot one last hard yank. She yelped, probably in surprise, when I
spun her around to face me, and then I pulled her close and held her tight as I kissed her,
hard.

It was very different from last night. Now she struggled and squirmed in my arms,

trying to pull away, making noises of protest and complaint. It had been thrilling last
night when she had submitted to my handling and caresses. It was even more exciting
now. She was strong, but I was bigger and stronger. I kissed her for as long as I wanted
and then pulled her head back by her hair so I could kiss her vulnerable throat. She was
gasping for breath then, and her struggles weakened until she got it back. Holding a
bound, naked, struggling woman in your arms while you yourself are still fully clothed is
an experience I can heartily recommend, so long as you are fairly certain that her
struggles are all for show. I gave her an opening to knee me in the groin and she didn’t
take it, even though she was panting and gasping “No…no…” as I kissed her throat, her
neck and her shoulders.

She had said a little while ago that I could have her any time, any way and anywhere

while we were on Augustin’s island. I had already had her in just about every way I
wanted, but her words had brought up an interesting possibility in my mind: Anal sex. I
had thought about it from time to time, but had never done any more than that. As I held
Alison tightly, I imagined myself putting her face down on the rug and taking her that
way, but I was sure that I would need a bit more than seemed to be available here in the
abandoned farmhouse. Lubricant, for example. I remembered seeing a movie where a
stick of butter was used for that, but there didn’t seem to be any butter here either.

I forced Alison down, first onto her knees and then onto her back on the rug. It didn’t

feel damp or smell of mildew. Alison continued struggling, making appealing little grunts
and gasps of effort but not using any words. I laid on top of her, letting her take all of my
weight until it was clear to me that she was having some trouble breathing. Then I raised
myself up on one arm and slapped her with my free hand, a bit harder than I had
intended. She looked up at me in surprise and shock, but I could see what I thought was
arousal and lust swimming around in the depths of her eyes.

I stood up and groped for another length of rope. The first coil that came to my hand

was much lighter than the one I had used to bind Alison’s hands, and I rejected it in favor
of another coil that was closer to the same color. My first thought was that I would spread
her legs and tie her ankles to the wall somehow, but a quick check told me that there was
absolutely nothing to anchor the ropes to. Alison was watching me warily as I looked
around. I think she suspected what I’d been planning to do, and had to be wondering what
I would do now. She was keeping her legs together, but I could see that her nipples were
puffy.

I rolled her onto her belly. She started struggling again, muttering curses at me. I

slapped her gorgeous ass hard. She yelped, but she stopped struggling quite so much. All
the same, I knelt straddling her to keep her from moving too much, facing towards her
feet. She squirmed and cursed some more when I grabbed one slim ankle and fought to
keep her leg straight as I fought to bend it. I succeeded eventually, and tied the rope
around her ankle. That done, I passed the rope under her thigh and began running
multiple loops binding her ankle to her thigh. Once she realized what I was doing she
started to struggle even harder, but she was in no position to stop me. All she could do
was slow me down a bit. I finished binding her leg and took another coil of rope from its
peg. She barely fought me at all as I bound her other leg in the same way. Once I had
finished, I stood up and wiped my arm across my forehead. The air in the abandoned
building had grown close and humid, and I could see that Alison was sweating a little. I
put her on her back. She stared up at me. Her breathing was loud and ragged now, and
her chest heaved most interestingly. I knelt down alongside her and put one hand around
her neck to hold her still while my other hand immediately went between her bound legs.
She was already warm and wet, but she squalled angrily as my fingers roughly fondled
her pussy. She tried to clamp her legs together, but it wasn’t very effective. Now I wanted
her to struggle, so I used my fingers however I wanted, spreading her swollen, slippery
pussy lips, probing deep into her, and avoiding her clitoris. She squirmed and writhed and
whined and complained at first, but after a while she began moaning and her struggles
died down to mere tokens of what they had been. Finally she let her legs sag apart and
closed her eyes. She was as ready as I could make her.

I didn’t bother to undress. This was my rape fantasy as much as hers, I supposed, and

I was in much better shape to have things my way. I unzipped my pants and pulled them
and my shorts down no further than was absolutely necessary before I mounted her and
took her violently. Her eyes flew open at my first hard thrust, and she stared into mine as
I slowly withdrew my cock almost all the way and then rammed it into her as hard and as
fast as I could. She moaned, loud and low and turned her head away, closing her eyes
again.

Any time, any way, and anywhere, she had said. I fucked her hard and fast, paying

no attention to her pleasure, only to mine. She grunted from deep in her gut at each
successive thrust, and while she kept her eyes closed the whole time she began tossing
her head from side to side. I just kept plowing away. Usually I have some advance
warning when I’m about to come. This time my orgasm followed so closely behind the
warning that I had no time to do anything but ram my cock deep inside of Alison and
hold it there, pinning her down as I groaned myself empty. I stayed like that for a long
time after I had stopped coming, partly to enjoy the feeling of Alison’s body, bound and
helpless, under mine, and partly because I had no strength to do anything else for a little
while. For her part, Alison lay trembling and whimpering, her eyes still closed. She
whimpered again as I slowly pulled out of her and got to my feet.

I went outside for a breath of fresh salt air. For the first time in years I wished I

hadn’t quit smoking. A cigarette would have been very welcome just then. I went and
checked on the horses. They seemed to be all right. As I was about to go back into the old
farmhouse and check on Alison, I noticed the well. It looked like something out of an old
illustration, complete with moss-covered stones, a rustic conical wooden roof above it to
keep out leaves and other debris, and a wooden bucket on a rope. I went over to have a
look.

Everything seemed to be in working order. I couldn’t see very far down into the well,

so I lowered the bucket into it, using the old crank handle. I finally heard a splash, waited
for a few moments, and then began raising the bucket. It felt a lot heavier coming up than
it had going down. When I got it up, I checked the contents. The water looked perfectly
clear. When I tested it with my finger I found that it was also refreshingly cold. It’s not an
easy thing to drink from a bucket, but I was thirsty and there didn’t seem to be any cups
or ladles available to get a drink any other way. I managed not to spill too much of it onto
myself.

I emptied the rest of the bucket onto the ground and walked around while I waited

for my shirt to dry out. I thought of Alison lying back there still trussed up, but I was
fairly sure that she would be all right until I got back to her. I needed some time to think
and to recharge anyway. It was more than a little frustrating to meet such an attractive
and fascinating woman as Alison and yet have her absolutely shut down any attempt on
my part to try to get to know her on anything more than a physical level. Augustin had
said that what happened on his island stayed on his island, but Alison had apparently
extended that rule so that anything that happened off of the island stayed off of the island.
She probably had her reasons, but it would be nice if she would at least explain them a
little.

I felt something cruel and primeval stirring inside of me, feeding off of my

frustration and my lust, encouraged by the fact that Alison was out here, bound and
naked. It felt dark and dangerous, so I forced it back down. There is a darkness in each
and every one of us, no matter how saintly we may appear to others. It can be a powerful
servant if we harness it properly, but it is a terrible master if we let it gain control. Still
wishing that I had a cigarette, I made my way back to the little abandoned farmhouse.

I found Alison lying face down on the rug. She opened her eyes and turned her head

to look back at me over her shoulder as I began untying her legs. She groaned in relief as
I freed the first one and she was able to stretch it out. I had tied her more tightly than I’d
thought. There were deep red marks on her ankle and thigh. I freed her other leg and gave
her a moment more to stretch and flex. I decided not to untie her hands. If I did, I would
only have to tie them again later.

She didn’t resist when I hobbled her ankles, leaving about three feet of slack between

them. When I started to get her to her feet, she tried to pull away at first, but when I
grabbed her by her hair she submitted. There was a curious expression in her eyes now, a
mixture of wariness and anticipation. Still holding her by her hair, I led her outside and
over to the well. I made her kneel near it as I dropped the bucket in and then began
cranking it back up.

“Thirsty?” I asked her. She only nodded, looking up at me as if she suspected some

trick. I lifted the bucket in both hands and carried it to her. She opened her mouth and
tilted her head back for a drink, but instead of holding the bucket to her lips I put it on the
ground in front of her.

“Drink,” I ordered. After a moment of hesitation, she bent over the bucket and began

lapping at the cold, clear water. I let her drink her fill. It took her a while, even after she
quit trying to lap it up like a cat and began slurping noisily. I crouched down next to her
and ran my hands over her taut, round ass. Her skin there was as smooth and flawless as
it was everywhere else on her lovely body, muscular and yet completely feminine. She
ignored what I was doing as she slurped and drank.

Any way. I kept thinking of that as I fondled her. The darkness, still in me and

active, though under control, kept conjuring up images of me taking Alison anally while
she screamed and struggled under me, begging for mercy. Some times she was cruelly
gagged, muffling her shrieks and making it hard for her to breathe. Other times she
wasn’t gagged at all and her screams hurt my ears. Always she was naked, sometimes
tied down and spread on the ground, other times she was on her hands and knees and I
had to maintain control of her with only a collar and leash. The darkness desperately
wanted to do all those things to her. I suspected that, whatever she might say or do while
it was going on, Alison would welcome that subjugation, even…and perhaps
especially…if it hurt her.

I drew back from the brink. I would do those things, I decided, but not here and not

now. I was aroused again, and Alison was here and available. I let her finish drinking and
waited until she straightened up. Water dripped from her chin onto her breasts and thighs.
I took up the bucket and emptied it over her. She shrieked at the sudden chilly shock,
closing her eyes and shaking her head violently. Droplets splashed all over as she shook
and shivered. I loved the way that the cold water made her nipples swell. I reached down
and clamped each one between my thumbs and forefingers. She winced and whined as I
used those grips to make her turn away from the well and shuffle on her knees over to a
patch of bare ground. She was still wincing after I had let go, and still shivering, although
the day was pleasantly warm. She looked up at me, her eyes open, her expression
appealingly fearful.

I stood close in front of her and began to unzip my pants. Her gaze went from my

face to my crotch and back again.

“No,” she begged. “Please, no. No!” The last word came out as a high-pitched

whine.

I slapped her with one hand while I used the other to pull my cock free. It felt as hard

as iron. It felt as if I could batter down a stone wall with it. Alison shrank back,
whimpering. I took her head between my hands and pulled her up and closer to me. She
gasped and began struggling weakly, whimpering ‘no, no, no’ over and over. She kept
doing that as I rubbed the head of my cock all over her face. She acted as if the touch
repulsed her, and kept trying to turn her head away. I simply gripped her head all the
tighter and dug my fingers into her hair. Finally, with a tiny, hopeless moan, she opened
her mouth for me and closed her eyes. I used more hip motions to rub my cock across her
lips. I could feel the damp warmth of her breath on me. It felt good. When I first thrust
the head of my cock between her lips she moaned again. I held her head quite still and
thrust myself a little deeper into her mouth. She simply stayed on her knees and took it,
passively, neither sucking nor using her tongue. I kept pushing my cock deeper and
deeper into her mouth in little increments until she suddenly choked and gagged and
began to struggle again. I held her as still as I could and thrust a little deeper. I could feel
the back of her throat. Now she was struggling almost, but not quite, in earnest, whining
and complaining through her nose. I backed off a little and let her gasp around my cock
until she had gotten some of her breath back. Then I began to fuck her mouth, holding her
head as still as I could while thrusting in and out with my hips. Her struggles faded away
as I settled down to business, but the noises she made never did. She whined, she
moaned, she even sounded as if she was crying once, but she submitted even if she never
began sucking.

I looked down at her as I used her mouth, at her gorgeous golden body, all smooth

curves and sweet hollows, bound and kneeling, her eyes shut tightly, her nipples swollen,
her mouth hot and wet, her lips slippery with her own saliva. For a moment it was
difficult for me to remember her as she had been when I had first seen her, self-possessed
and arrogant, wearing that dress that drew men like flies so that she could swat them like
flies. I heard myself make a growling noise deep in my throat. I began fucking her mouth
harder and deeper. She writhed under my assault, but never strongly enough to stop me or
even slow me down. Now she was sobbing and drooling. I felt my cock, still as hard as
an iron rod, sliding in and out against her lips.

I groaned loudly when I came in her mouth, gripping her hair painfully and thrusting

up against the back of her throat again. She squealed at the first spurt, and at the second,
but by the third she was out of breath and could do no more than submit, mute and
trembling, until I had finished with her. Finally spent, and feeling oddly weak, I pulled
my cock, now not quite so hard, out of her mouth. I kept my grip on her hair with one
hand while I took my cock in the other and slapped her with it. She flinched at each
impact as she gasped and coughed. Sticky fluids dribbled down her chin and dripped onto
her thighs. When I finally let go of her she sank back onto her heels and looked up at me.
Even with her chest slowly heaving she seemed singularly calm and content, as if she had
been waiting for me to treat her so roughly all along.

“We’d better get back soon,” I said to her as I zipped up my pants. “You need to be

cleaned up, and I don’t think you’d want me to wash you off with any more of that cold
well water.”

She licked her lips once, and looked at me as she swallowed. She hesitated for a

moment as I looked back at her.

“Jason,” she said as I began to turn away. My head snapped around. She had never

called me by name before. Now she seemed uneasy, even nervous. I waited for her to say
more. She clearly wanted to, but was having difficulty. I didn’t know why.

“Jason,” she repeated. “I know what is going to happen tonight. Augustin will show

you those other women. He’ll probably have you watch some of their training, even
invite you to take part in it.”

“So?” I asked.
“I…” she gulped. “I’ll be one of those women too. I don’t really want to be. If…if

you take me back there I’ll be cleaned up and then put back in my stall to wait. But if you
take me back naked and still tied up, and clean me up yourself, and put me back in my
stall yourself, then they will know that I’m yours, and only yours, for as long as I’m on
the island.”

“Is that what you want?” I asked her.
“Yes,” she nodded. “Please. I don’t care if you sample any of those other women.

Just don’t tell me about it. Please, Jason,” she begged.

I looked down at her. She was no longer the haughty young woman in the seductive

dress. I wondered how hard it had been for her to first ask me, and then beg me, to keep
her for myself. I felt that I had some new kind of power over her, one that went beyond
stripping and binding and using her body.

There was only a little bit of a stir when I led Alison back to Augustin’s woman-

barn, still naked and still bound, trudging along behind me at the end of a rope around her
neck, and all of that came from men eager to have a look at her. She ignored them,
keeping her head down. Augustin himself greeted me as I dismounted and handed over

the reins of my horse to Pappas. He looked first at Alison, tired and footsore, and then at
me. He smiled at me and nodded.

Chapter Six

It was late afternoon. I had showered and changed and even taken a short nap back in

my room. Now I sat at the table on the patio, enjoying the sunshine, the fresh air, and the
hearty late lunch that the villa staff had rustled up for me. Unlike breakfast, there was
plenty of meat on the table, but it was almost all ham, pork or lamb. Augustin served beef
on occasion, but not often. I would have loved a cheeseburger and fries, but those could
only be had back on the mainland, which was a two-hour ride by boat…when the boat
was running. I settled for what was available, which was still substantial and filling. I had
a feeling that I was going to have to keep up my strength in the days ahead.

“Hello, my friend,” Augustin called out cheerfully. “May I join you?”
“By all means,” I replied. “I would welcome your company.”
He chuckled as he sat down. “I see that being with Alison has given you an

appetite.”

“It has, indeed,” I admitted. “And I would like to speak with you about her.”
“I thought that you would,” he nodded. “But I have been busy up until now attending

to certain things.” He poured himself a glass of wine. “Was it your idea or Alison’s to
bring her back as you did?”

“She suggested it, and told me why,” I replied. “I did not want to share her with

anyone else.”

Augustin took a sip of his wine and nodded. “Yes, I can quite understand that. She

seems to be quite taken with you, my friend. I am afraid that last year things did not go so
well for her. It is good to see that this year is different.”

“I am quite taken with her,” I said. “But I am also very puzzled by her. She does not

seem to want to talk.”

“She is a very private person,” Augustin said. “She comes here from time to time to

get away from her life in the outside world and indulge herself in her, shall we say,
fantasies.”

“And the other women here?” I asked. “Do they come for the same reason?”
“You would have to ask them, my friend,” Augustin smiled. “I am sure that they all

have their own reasons. I think that the only thing that they all have in common is that
they feel safe here, no matter what is done to them.”

It was clear that he knew more than he was willing to tell me. I changed the subject.
“You said that Alison was one of your earliest pupils,” I said. “So, you had her

trained here. What did that training include?”

“I do not understand your question.”
“Well,” I said. “It is clear that Alison was trained as a submissive. Just how

submissive is she?”

“Ah. You are contemplating what to do now that she has told you that she wishes to

be yours while she is on the island. Yes?”

“Yes,” I nodded.
“I see. Well, my friend, let me tell you this much, at least: Anything a man can do

with or to a woman has been done here to Alison. I oversaw her training myself, and it
was most thorough.”

“And how did she react to it?”
Augustin frowned slightly. His hand came up to rub his chin. For a moment, he was

silent.

“I will tell you this much,” he said at last, “Only because Alison has freely given her

body to you and because you seem to have a more than merely carnal interest in her.
When her training began, I gave her a word to say if she ever wanted it all to stop. She
fought and protested throughout all of her training, so that some of it felt very much like
rape to me. But she never used that word, no matter how much she struggled or how
loudly she screamed. And she came back here as soon as she could the very next year.”

“Thank you,” I said. “I think I will have to discover anything more about her for

myself. Is that not so?”

“Exactly so.” Augustin’s smile returned. “She is also trying to discover things about

you, my friend, but she will never ask you directly. A woman as strikingly attractive as
she is always has men flocking to her, trying to seduce her with words. She knows what
they want from her, and she knows that men will often lie to get what they want.”

“As will women,” I said.
“Of course!” Augustin laughed. “Now, I must go and see to certain arrangements.

We will be serving dinner out here on the patio tonight. You are, of course, invited. You
are also invited to what follows afterwards.”

“I think that Alison told me a little about what follows afterwards,” I said. “Would it

be possible for me to simply observe?”

“Whatever you prefer, my friend,” Augustin smiled warmly. “You may even decide

not to attend, if you wish. You need not feel obligated.”

“No, I think I would like to see some of it, at least,” I said. “I assume that it will

include some ‘training’?”

“A bit, my friend, a bit,” Augustin nodded.
I wanted to ask him about Dorcas before he left, but that matter seemed a bit

delicate, so I did not. I sat at the table for a little while and finished the last of the fine
Austrian beer before I got up and went to what I now thought of as the woman barn.
Pappas greeted me with a nod and a smile as I went in, but he said nothing. I went over to
Alison’s stall and looked in on her.

She was asleep, lying nude on her side on a thin and narrow futon. She might have

been posing for some work of art but for the heavy leather collar buckled around her neck
and the thick links of the chain that tethered her to an eyebolt set in the floor. It looked as
if she could move a little, but not stand up fully or get out of her stall. I went in. The stall
door creaked slightly as I opened it, and Alison stirred but did not wake up. I sat down on
the floor next to her and let my hand caress her hip. She stirred again and murmured
something, but her eyes remained closed. I reached a bit further and ran my hand lightly
across her rear. She did not move. I was sure by now that she was feigning sleep, so I
gave her ass a sharp slap. She jerked and yelped, sitting up quickly to face me. The look
in her eyes was wary and watchful. Her hands were free, and she brought her arms up to
cover her breasts. It was a peculiar time for her to affect modesty. I took her by her wrist
and brought one of her arms down, then did the same with her other arm.

“Never cover yourself around me,” I told her.
“Yes, Master,” she replied almost solemnly. It looked as if she was about to smile for

a moment.

I leaned closer. She smelled faintly of soap and perfume. I put my hand on the back

of her head and pulled her towards me for a kiss. She did not resist, and she did not
respond at first, but when I prolonged the kiss and my free hand groped lightly at her
breast she shivered and her lips seemed to melt against mine. The moment that happened,

I broke the kiss. I was learning as I went, here on the island, and now I was determined to
see how uncertain I could make her. My hand kept fondling her breast, rolling her nipple
gently between thumb and forefinger. She tried to keep her eyes fixed on mine, but
finally had to look away. When she did that I gave her nipple a sharp tweak. She tried to
shrink back, but I would not let go.

“That hurts,” she winced.
“’That hurts’ what?” I demanded. She looked back up at me. I could see the surprise

and a tiny bit of fear in her eyes. I pinched a little harder.

“That hurts, Master,” she said through clenched teeth.
“I don’t care,” I told her. “You gave yourself to me for as long as you’re on the

island, didn’t you?”

“Yes, Master,” she replied.
“Good,” I smiled at her as I let go of her nipple. “Just so you understand me.” I

reached out and pulled her close for another kiss. She yielded immediately, and when she
felt my tongue pushing its way between her lips her tongue began fencing with it, though
it was clear to me that she wasn’t sure if that’s what I wanted.

She yielded again when I pushed her onto her back on the futon and lay there,

looking up at me, her breath coming in deep, gasping inhalations. When slid a hand down
along her belly and into the neatly trimmed patch below, she raised her knees and parted
her legs for me. When she felt my fingers lightly caressing her pussy lips, she closed her
eyes with a moan and arched her back.

“You like this,” I said.
“Yes, Master,” she answered breathily. I could feel her pussy growing warmer under

my hand, and I knew without having to insert my finger that she was already wet.

Oh, I wanted her. I wanted her very badly, and I knew that she wanted me as well.

But I had already done quite a lot earlier that day and I still needed more time to
recharge. In any case, I hadn’t come in here with the intention of using my lovely, willing
slave…at least not right now. I took my hand away and spent a moment just gazing at
that incredibly desirable female body. At some point, Alison opened her eyes to see what
the delay was.

“Master?” she asked. She sounded unsure, perhaps even a bit nervous.
“Make yourself come,” I told her. “I want to watch.”
She just stared up at me for a long moment, those wide, blue-gray eyes unreadable,

her sweet and talented mouth half-open as she breathed through it. Then she turned her
head away and closed her eyes as her hand crept down between her legs. I didn’t know
why she didn’t want to see me watching her, but so long as she did what I told her to it
was something I could let pass for now. I leaned over her to watch as her fingers slid
between her plump and pink pussy lips. She shivered, ever so slightly.

“Spread your pussy,” I ordered. “I want to see everything.” She started to move her

other hand down, but I gripped her by her wrist and stopped her.

“Just use one hand,” I said. She used her fingers to spread herself wide so that I

could see the sensitive inner flesh, already wet. I am not a connoisseur of female
genitalia, but as far as I was concerned, Alison’s pussy was the most attractive I had ever
seen. As I leaned closer, I caught a whiff of her musk, still faint, but thrilling. Her middle
finger teased at the inner lips before she slid it between them and up into her. The
movements of her hand were a little awkward. This was probably not the usual way that
she gave herself pleasure, but she kept at it. Soon her pussy was glistening faintly in the

light and I could smell her arousal more strongly. She whimpered once, then moaned
faintly. I let go of her wrist so that I could put my hand on her breast and let her nipple,
swollen and hard, tickle my palm. She moaned again at my touch and arched her back, as
if inviting me to reconsider and fuck her myself. She spread her legs wider, her middle
finger diligently working away, her breath coming in huffs and gasps. It was only when
she moaned again, a high-pitched sound not of pleasure but of pain that I realized I was
squeezing her breast more tightly than I had intended to. But she didn’t try to pull away.
Instead, she began fingering her pussy more quickly, almost frantically. She began to
shudder, almost delicately at first. It was fascinating to watch. I released her breast and
put my hand on her slender throat, taking care not to squeeze. I told myself that I could
feel the pulse in her neck, rapid and strong as she pushed herself closer and closer to
orgasm. Then her whole body stiffened for a moment before it dissolved into violent
shudders. She moaned and moaned, her middle finger still moving, but more slowly, her
other fingers still spreading her pussy wide for me. There was a creamy white fluid there
now. I dipped a finger of my free hand into it as she was still quivering from her orgasm
and raised it to my lips. Alison tasted sweet and salty at the same time. I held my finger
under my nose to inhale her scent and engrave it upon my memory.

Her shudders and shivers subsided, but her breath remained ragged and loud. Her

eyes were half-open now. I shifted my grip from her throat to her hair and turned her
head so that she was looking back up at me. There was a vulnerability in her gaze now.
She took her hand away from her pussy and began to bring her legs back together. I
stopped her by putting my free hand on her pussy and thrusting my fingers up inside of
her. She lay as still as she could, but let out a startled, girlish, “Oh!” at my touch. She was
incredibly warm now, and slippery. I removed my hand and held my fingers up to her
lips.

“Taste yourself,” I ordered. Her eyes closed slowly as her pink, wet tongue came out

and lapped gently at my fingers. She made no resistance when I slid my fingers into her
mouth. In fact, she began sucking on them, making much the same little noises as she had
when she had first sucked my cock. I let her clean my fingers off and then stood up. I was
feeling more than a little shaky now, and while my cock was hard, I knew that it was still
a bit too soon for me.

“I’ll be back for you this evening,” I said. I wanted to smile at her as she lay there,

still panting, her nipples still puffily swollen, but I forced myself not to. Part of me
wanted to hold her close and kiss her, while another, darker part wanted to punish and
subdue this gorgeous young woman who had first treated me with such contempt and
now, though I had the free use of her body, was so determined to limit our intercourse to
sex and sex only, holding so much more of herself apart from me, as aloof and
unreachable as she had appeared the first time I had seen her. That was frustrating and
baffling to me, and I wanted to break her of it. I had absolutely no idea how to do it.

***

Dinner on the patio that evening was more elaborate than I had expected. There were

also more people there than I had expected. They had come to the island by boat barely
an hour before dinner began. They were all men, ranging from early middle age to late
middle age, and while they were all dressed casually it was much easier to picture them
in tailored suits than in the jeans and loose-fitting shirts that they actually were wearing.

Most of them seemed to already know each other. Augustin handled the introductions for
any who did not. Much to my surprise, he made a point of introducing me to a tall, rangy,
sunburnt Australian named Paul Simmonds, who spoke with such a nasal twang that at
first I thought he was putting on an act. He was the only one of all the guests whom I
could not picture in a suit, tailored or otherwise. Since he spoke English, after a fashion,
he and I spent some time in conversation. When I found out that he was the owner of a
small software company and he found out that I was in computers and electronics we
wound up all but ignoring the other guests. Our talk turned to business, and as it went on
Simmonds’ accent grew less and less twangy. A little bit later and we were on a first-
name basis and exploring ways in which we could help each other to our mutual profit.
Paul had connections in Southeast Asia that could be very helpful to me, and I had some
in the Americas that could be equally helpful to him.

“Why is it I’ve never seen you at one of these little soirees before, mate?” Paul asked

at last. We had somehow managed to consume our meals without slowing down our
conversation. He leaned back in his chair as servants began clearing off the tables and lit
up a small cigar. He offered me one, and I accepted. I don’t smoke, as a rule, but it would
have felt impolite to refuse.

“Cuban,” he smiled at me as he lit my cigar. “You Yanks don’t know what you’re

missin’.”

“Actually, we do,” I smiled back. “But since we can’t get Cuban cigars legally, we

find ways around the law.”

Paul laughed. “Right!” he guffawed. “I’ve been all over the world, mate, and the

only folks I’ve met anything like us Aussies are you Yanks.” He took a deep drag and let
out a cloud of aromatic smoke with a contented sigh. “But back to my question,” he said
after a moment. “Why is it I’ve never seen you here before?”

“I’ve never been here before,” I replied. I took a deep drag of my own. The smoke

was more aromatic than acrid, and quite pleasant.

“Oh,” Paul nodded. “How d’you like it so far, then?”
I exhaled slowly as I had seen him do before I answered. “It’s quite a unique

experience,” I said. “So you have been here before?”

“Several times, mate,” he grinned. “Wouldn’t miss it. The contacts I can make here

are priceless.”

“So you come here for business?”
“Yes, and I stay for the hospitality.” His grin widened. “’Course, I expect you know

something about that already.”

“Why would you say that?” I asked. Paul laughed.
“All right,” he said, shaking his head. “Fair enough. If you don’t want to talk about

it, we won’t. But if you really didn’t know you’d’ve asked me what the bloody hell I
meant.”

It was my turn to laugh. “It’s just a bit new to me,” I said.
“You’ve been here a couple of days already, right?” he asked. “Our host must’ve

shown you around a bit.”

“Oh, that he did,” I nodded and took another drag on the cigar. “But I’m afraid that

he didn’t explain all that much.”

“Right,” Paul nodded. “But Augustin did show you some of the pretty little sheilas

that he keeps in that special barn?”

“Oh, that he did,” I nodded.

“It was new to me too, the first time he took me in there,” Paul smiled. “Now, I

wouldn’t miss it. I don’t know where he finds those women, but I’ve seen most of ‘em
come back again and again, so I guess there’s something about it that they like too. In
fact,” he leaned a bit closer to me and lowered his voice, “I’m hopin’ to meet one
particular sheila again, if she’s here.”

“You are?” I asked. “What’s her name?” I was dreading his answer.
“Well, she calls ‘erself Erika when she’s here,” Paul grinned. “Absolute stunner, she

is, tall and blonde.”

I had just taken another drag on my cigar and I let it out, hoping that it would conceal

my sigh of relief. “I think I may have seen her,” I said. “She is a stunner, I agree.”

“Had eyes on ‘er for yourself?” Paul asked mildly, leaning back.
“No,” I shook my head. I let myself smile. “I already have a companion.”
“Do ya?” Paul’s eyebrow went up and he smiled back. I noted that his accent was

thickening again. “You move fast, mate. What’s ‘er name?”

“’Alison’, so far as I know,” I replied.
Paul looked stunned, but only for a moment. “Yer a damned lucky man,” he told me

after a moment. “I’ve seen ‘er before. Seen men followin’ after her with their tongues
hangin’ out. Never been with ‘er myself, but I always thought about it. She seems to be
one of Augustin’s favorites.”

“He…um…introduced us,” I said. Paul merely nodded, puffed on his cigar, and

regarded me for a long moment. I couldn’t quite read his expression. Was he expecting
me to tell him something about Alison? Then Augustin began lightly rapping on a
champagne flute with a spoon to get everyone’s attention.

“Gentlemen,” he said once all conversation had ceased and all eyes were on him. “It

is time. If you would all come with me?” He put down the glass and the spoon and started
towards the woman barn. All of us immediately rose and followed after him. I noticed
that several younger men, all clad in identical black suits, fell in with us as we moved
along. I had no idea who they were. I had not seen any of them before. Paul noticed that I
was watching them.

“They work for our host,” he said quietly. “Not sure if they’re guides or bouncers or

both. Most blokes are pretty well behaved here. They have to be, if they ever want to get
invited back. But every so often, I guess, somebody gets carried away. Those fellas take
care of things.”

“How long have you been coming here?” I asked. I was hoping for something

definitive.

“Oh, for years, mate!” Paul laughed. “Wouldn’t miss it, like I said. I come for the

business and stay for the hospitality. No worries about the wife finding out about it either.
This is Augustin’s island, and nothing gets onto or off of it unless he lets it.”

“You’re married?”
“Yep. Five kids, too. I love my wife, but there’s some things I like that she doesn’t. I

expect it’s the same with all the other guests. You married?”

“No,” I replied.
“Girlfriend?”
“Not really.”
“Huh.” Paul grunted. “My next question would be if you had a boyfriend, but you

said that Alison’s with you, and she is definitely no boy. No girlfriend at all back home?”

I laughed. “I just don’t do well with women,” I said.

“Oh, come on,” Paul chuckled. “You must be doing pretty well with Alison.” He

paused. “But tell me, why are you with the rest of the guests now if you’ve got her tucked
away somewhere?”

“I can’t figure her out,” I admitted. “She told me to go ahead and see what else went

on here if I wanted to. She practically insisted on it. She told me to join in, if I felt like it,
but not to tell her about it if I did.”

“Sounds bloody peculiar to me,” Paul commented. “Where is she now?”
“I left her over there, in the little barn,” I nodded towards the building. “So far as I

know, she’s still there in that little stall.”

“So she’s there, just waiting for you, and you’re coming along with the rest of us?”
“Uh…so it would seem.”
Paul laughed. Actually, it sounded more like a bark. “I can see why you don’t do so

well with the ladies, mate,” he said. “If I had that gorgeous golden girl waitin’ for me, I’d
be goin’ to get her right now.”

I shrugged. It seemed pointless to tell him that I had all but burned myself out with

Alison over the past few days and needed to recharge. It would also have seemed like
bragging, so I kept my peace. In fact, I very much wanted to be with her again and run
my hands all over her lovely body. But I was also curious as to what else happened here
on Augustin’s very private island. I would see some of it for myself, and then I would go
to Alison. Maybe I’d pick up a few tricks on the way.

Chapter Seven

To my surprise, we went past the small woman barn to a row of small sheds a little

bit beyond it. I had not paid them much attention before because they looked like they
hadn’t been used for some time. As we neared them, though, I could feel the anticipation
rising in Augustin’s guests. Torches set atop metal poles provided light to see by. I saw
Augustin gesture to one of his men, who then stepped forward to open the door of the
first shed. It was rather a wide door, and it creaked and groaned on its old hinges as it was
swung open. Augustin spotted me and signaled for me to come over. I went, wondering.

“I thought you might like to see this, my friend,” he smiled. “I am certain that you

are curious.” He escorted me into the shed. One of his guests had already preceded us.

Inside, it looked much as I would have expected: Rough old wooden walls and a

floor of packed dirt. It was illuminated, though, by a single bright electric light hanging
from the ceiling. Those were a jarring note, but not jarring enough to distract my
attention from the young woman inside. I assumed that she was the small blonde I had
seen earlier. I had not paid her much attention then, but I had a good opportunity to
observe her as she struggled to rise from her blanket to a kneeling position. She had to
struggle because her wrists were shackled behind her. There was a heavy metal collar
around her slender neck, and her eyes were covered with some sort of leather blindfold.
She knelt with her knees primly together, her back straight. Her breasts were small,
delicate-looking, with pale pink nipples. Her waist was narrow, her hips more full than I
would have expected, her legs slender and shapely. She seemed very young and terribly
vulnerable like that. I had seen her back as she was getting to her knees, and noted that a
chain ran from her collar to the two heavy links that connected her fettered wrists. The
light overhead was centered on her, almost like a spotlight.

“Carole is here to serve, masters,” she said. Her voice sounded small and unsteady.

“How may I serve you?” She spoke in clear English with what sounded like a French
accent. Augustin’s guest looked at him eagerly, and Augustin nodded. The man
immediately went over to the little blonde, stood close in front of her, and unzipped his
pants. The moment she heard that sound, Carole opened her mouth, as if waiting for the
man to stick his cock into it. When he did not, she leaned forward and began groping for
him with her lips. It took her a moment to find the head of his cock, but when she did she
immediately took him in her mouth and began sucking, slowly and deeply. The man
made no move to touch her. He merely put his hands on his hips and looked down at her,
watching. He was a tall man of about fifty or so, his body slowly thickening with the
years, his long, dark hair going gray at the temples. He ignored Augustin and I. All of his
attention was focused on the lovely young woman, shackled and kneeling at his feet, as
she sucked him to full erection, her lips sliding slowly up and down the shaft of his cock.
Carole fellated him as if she had been trained to do so, with many small tilts of her head
to one side or the other, much as Alison had done when she fellated me the first time.
Perhaps she had. Perhaps she even enjoyed being made to serve in this way. I noted that
her nipples had swollen and turned a deeper pink.

The man groaned weakly, and Carole began sucking his cock faster and harder, her

head moving rapidly back and forth. Now she was making tiny grunts with each stroke,
as utterly concentrated on the cock in her mouth as the man connected to it was on
watching her performance. He groaned again.

It didn’t take long, though it did take a little longer than I would have expected.

Abruptly, the man let out a longer, louder groan. His head tilted back and his eyes closed.
And then he groaned again, as if he had been suddenly relieved of a crushing weight.
Carole squealed through her nose as she took him in even more deeply than before and
stopped all her movements. Whenever he groaned, she squealed again, but she did not
move. Finally, the man let out a long, contented sigh and stepped back, away from
Carole. His cock slid out of her mouth, and her posture sagged for only a moment. Then
she straightened up again and tilted her head back. A drop of cum trickled out of the
corner of her mouth, and then another. I assume that after that she swallowed, but with
the iron collar around her neck hiding her throat I couldn’t be sure. She opened her mouth
with a breathy little gasp.

“Thank you, master,” she breathed. The man patted her on her head after he zipped

himself back up. He smiled at Augustin as he made his way out of the shed. Another man
immediately entered and looked towards Augustin. He looked about the same age as the
first man, but taller, leaner, and more fit. He was bald. Once more, Augustin nodded and
the new man went over to Carole.

“Carole is here to serve, master,” she said, her voice gone husky now. She opened

her mouth wide.

I followed Augustin out of the shed. One of his men entered once we were out. I

assumed that he would stay to supervise the proceedings. I saw three more guests waiting
for their turn with Carole.

“What do you think?” Augustin asked me.
“Ah…” I faltered. “It is difficult to find the words. Are all of those men going to do

that?” I indicated the three who were waiting near the door. One was peering inside, no
doubt imagining how Carole’s sweet little mouth would feel around his cock. The other
two were talking quietly to each other.

“Yes, they are,” Augustin nodded. “Does that shock you?”
“She seems a slave,” I said.
“Ah,” Augustin laughed. “She very much likes it that way, my friend. “Everything is

out of her hands, beyond her control, and anonymous men will use her mouth. And yet,
she knows that she is ultimately safe, and after a little while here she will be able to
return to her life elsewhere. But for now, while she is here, she is a slave, kept naked,
often bound, and trained to give men pleasure.”

“And the other women?” I asked. “Do they submit to that as well?”
“Oh, no,” Augustin shook his head. “Well, perhaps on occasion they do. They are

women, my friend, not animals, and they have their own fantasies, their own desires.
They come here to live those fantasies out, perfectly safe in their temporary captivity. I
screen all of my guests as carefully as I screen my women. How is Alison?”

For a moment I could not answer. I pictured Alison, naked, shackled and blindfolded

as Carole was, kneeling on a blanket, submitting as man after man lined up for her to give
them pleasure. Somehow, the image did not bother me. Instead, I found it terribly
arousing.

“Is something wrong?” Augustin asked.
“No,” I replied. “Nothing is wrong, as far as I know. Is Alison still in

her…um…stall?”

“Of course she is,” Augustin smiled. “She did spend some time outdoors earlier,

working to maintain her lovely tan. But rest assured, she is there waiting for you.”

“She told me to see what else went on here.”
“I am sure that she did. And you believed her?”
I shrugged. “The more I think about it, the more I think I made a mistake in coming

along.”

“And why is that, my friend?” Augustin asked mildly.
I shrugged again. “How many times has a woman told you to go ahead and do

something if you wanted to? Yet almost every time I have done so I later discovered that
what that woman meant was not at all what she said. I think that perhaps Alison did not
want me to come along after all, no matter what she said to me.”

“And you fear that she will be angry with you?” Augustin laughed after he had asked

the question. “My friend,” he went on, “Not for many years have I worried about such
matters. I do as I please, as any woman who is with me for any length of time learns.
Those who find that trait of mine appealing stay. Those who do not stay…well, there are
always more women.”

I was about to tell him that that might be easy for him but not for most people when

he held up a finger to silence me.

“Think of what you have done to and with our lovely Alison here,” he said. “So far

you have played the part of a strong man, a dominant man, and yet a caring one. Alison is
free to leave my island any time she wants. She is also free to remove herself from the
game any time she wants. Yet she has not done so, and even now she awaits you in her
stall, naked. I think that if you now suddenly go to her, full of apologies for having
ignored her, even for a little while, she will lose interest in you.” He paused. “I am an
excellent judge of people, my friend,” he said. “Do not disappoint me. But, more
importantly, do not disappoint Alison.” He waited for my answer.

“This is all very new to me,” I said at last. “New, and confusing. I have had fantasies

like this all my life. It is a bit daunting to find myself actually living them.”

Augustin smiled warmly. “Imagine how it must have been for Alison during her first

time.” he said. “Now, what will you do?”

“I think I will stay here for a while and see what there is to see.”
“Very good!” Augustin clapped me on the shoulder. “It will be very interesting, I can

assure you!”

The next shed held the two brunettes I had seen earlier. They were naked and on

their hands and knees, but neither bound nor shackled. Instead, both were collared and
tethered to a metal ring set in a small block of concrete in the middle of the dirt floor. The
ropes that tethered them were not long enough to allow them to stand or even kneel
upright. One of them was being taken almost violently from behind by another of
Augustin’s guests. She was not struggling, but her cries and moans were loud and her
fingers dug at the hard earth as the man used her. The other brunette merely stayed still,
her head hung low, her legs spread, awaiting her turn. Augustin did not linger there. He
led me to the next shed, where Giancarla was on her back, spread-eagled, her wrists and
ankles bound tightly to heavy wooden stakes driven into the dirt. She was blindfolded,
and gagged. One of Augustin’s guests, a heavyset, balding man of about sixty, knelt
alongside her, his hand between her legs. Whatever he was doing to her was making her
writhe and moan. She was bound so securely that she could barely move at all, but her
hips were making tiny circular motions.

I noticed that there was only one shed left, and its door was still closed. A number of

men were clustered near it, including my new acquaintance Paul.

“We will begin in a moment, gentlemen,” Augustin announced. He moved to open

the door. “But first, I would like to introduce you all to our latest visitor, a lovely young
woman named Dorcas.”

He opened the door just enough for him to slip inside without anyone getting a

glimpse of the interior. A moment later, he emerged, holding the end of a leather leash.
He had to tug on it briefly before Dorcas emerged. She was naked and collared, her hands
secured behind her with small black leather cuffs buckled around her wrists, connected
by a small padlock. There were similar cuffs around her ankles, but she was not hobbled.
Her skin was a creamy white everywhere except for the vivid pink of her nipples. Nude,
she seemed more full-bodied than she had when clothed. Her breasts were nicely full and
rounded, her hips flaring out sweetly below her waist. She seemed very uneasy. As the
men admired her she kept glancing about nervously, from face to face to ground, to sky,
to face to face again. Her red hair was caught up in a ponytail. Her other red hair, nestled
between her smooth round thighs and neatly trimmed, sported a small white bow.
Augustin had her slowly pirouette for her audience, and we had a brief opportunity to see
some small red welts on her backside. Then Augustin had her go to one knee and bow her
head, as if in thanks or appreciation of the smattering of applause she received. When she
rose to her feet again, she stood very close to Augustin, almost but not quite touching
him, as if seeking his protection or approval.

“I think I have kept you waiting quite long enough,” Augustin said with a smile. He

gave Dorcas’ leash a tiny yank as he stepped to one side and she obediently moved with
him, her full breasts wobbling a little.

“Open!” Augustin called out. Someone within the shed swung the door open wide. A

bright interior light came on and the men no longer had any eyes for Dorcas. I am not
certain if she was relieved or miffed at that. As the men pressed forward, I saw Augustin
reach up with one hand to tease Dorcas’ nipple and briefly fondle her breast. She closed
her eyes and shivered at his touch. Then my attention was drawn away as well. I think I
heard Dorcas moan weakly once, but I did not see what Augustin might have done to
cause that.

Inside the shed stood the athletic black woman I had seen earlier, along with the tall,

blonde Valkyrie I had noticed previously. Both women were as naked as all the others
had been, standing proudly erect. A closer look showed me that they had little choice in
that matter. Both of them had their arms tightly bound behind them at their wrists and
elbows with ropes. More ropes circled their waists just as tightly, with doubled strands
running down between their long, strong legs. While the Valkyrie’s ropes were black, the
ones binding the black woman were white. Their bindings made for interesting contrasts,
as did their bodies. The Valkyrie was tall and generously built, with taut round breasts
and full hips. The black woman was just as tall, but lean, with smaller breasts, slim hips
and a hint of a six-pack. The nipples of both of them were swollen, and it looked as if
their naked bodies had been rubbed with oil.

The man who had opened the door from within smiled and patted the delectable

rumps of the women. “The bidding will now begin!” he announced. Instantly, the men
who had crowded into the shed began calling out ever-increasing numbers. I went over to
Augustin, who was stroking Dorcas’ bare flank until he saw me approaching.

“You have a question, no doubt,” he said.

“I do indeed,” I nodded. I tried to keep my eyes on him, but they kept wanting to

stray towards Dorcas. “Is that really a slave auction going on there?” The cries from
within the shed were growing louder and louder.

“And if it is?” Augustin smiled. “My friend, do not worry,” he went on. “I receive no

monies from the event.”

“Well, then, who does?” I asked. “They are bidding some very large sums for those

women.”

“Yes, they are,” Augustin nodded. “Let us move away from all this noise and I will

explain this little ceremony to you.” He started off down a wide path that led towards the
beach. Dorcas followed along behind at the end of her leash. I hurried to catch up with
Augustin. He was silent until after we had passed through a small grove of trees and into
open ground. The sea was just visible, shining in the moonlight, and a fresh breeze
brought the tang of salt.

“What you saw back there is a small annual ritual on my island, my friend,”

Augustin began. “It is a very special sort of charity auction.”

“Charity auction?” I asked. I could not believe it.
“Yes.” Augustin did something with Dorcas’ leash and she sank to her knees on the

short grass, not as gracefully as Alison would have, but I supposed that she needed more
practice in doing things like that with her hands bound behind her.

“Aina has a favorite charity. So does Erika, although it is not the same one. They

approached me some time ago with the idea of having themselves auctioned off as slaves,
with the money raised going to their respective charities. They have become very
competitive at it.”

“That is very strange,” I said.
“Perhaps,” Augustin shrugged. “But you have no doubt seen very many strange

things here on my island. As I told you, the women who come here all have fantasies of
their own. Those two have simply found a way to combine their occasional pleasures
with business.” He laughed. “It is also a way for them to charge the cost of their travel
here as a business expense. I was skeptical of their proposal at first, but something about
the idea appealed to me, so I let them try it. Now, each year, they raise substantial sums
for their charities and live out their fantasies at the same time.”

“And they compete against each other to raise a larger sum?”
“On the surface, yes,” Augustin chuckled. “The final bids are simply their way to

keep score. Both are quite proud of their bodies, and they make certain that they are in
the very best of shape when they come here.”

“You said that they have themselves sold as slaves?” I said. “Just what does such

‘slavery’ involve?”

“Oh, that depends upon their temporary owners,” Augustin replied. “The men know

that Aina likes to struggle and finally be forced to submit. They also know that Erika is
much more compliant, and that I have personally seen to the training of both of them.
And, above all, they also know that if they mistreat their prizes they will be banned from
my island.” He smiled. “It is sometimes difficult to know where that line is when it
comes to Aina, but so far she has made no complaints to me. But they both have quite
elaborate fantasies of being enslaved and used for sex. Here, they can indulge themselves
for a time, and still help to do good works.”

“I see,” I nodded. Now, I actually did see, at least partway.

“Good,” Augustin said. “Now, would you care to avail yourself of one of the women

in the sheds, or will you be going back to Alison?”

“My friend,” I smiled, “The other women are lovely indeed, but as far as I am

concerned I only want Alison. I would like to bring her back to my room for a time.
Would that be all right?”

“Of course,” Augustin answered. “You may take her anywhere on the island that you

would like. I am certain that you will take good care of her.”

“Thank you,” I said. “But first, I wonder if you could provide me with a few things?”
“Certainly,” he replied. “What do you want?” His smile widened as I told him.

“Pappas will provide you with whatever you request,” he said when I was done. “And
now, if you do not mind, I will take my lovely and still shy Dorcas on a moonlight stroll.
She needs to become accustomed to her new circumstances, and it will be easier for her if
we are alone together for a while.”

“My thanks,” I said.
“I would like it if you and Alison would join us for a late breakfast tomorrow.”
“We will be there,” I answered, and I took my leave.
I entered the woman-barn a little while later, carrying the things that Pappas had

given me. I went over to Alison’s stall and peered over the low door. Alison was lying on
her side on the small futon, uncollared and unbound, apparently sleeping. I spent a
moment merely feasting my eyes on her beautiful golden body before I unfastened the
latch and swung the door open. She did not stir until she felt my hand on her waist, and
then she turned her head slightly and opened her eyes. Her skin was warm and silky as
always, and she smelled faintly of something astringent. I supposed it was a lingering
trace of whatever tanning lotion she used. She smiled at me sleepily.

“Up,” I ordered her. “On your hands and knees.” She obeyed, moving slowly as if

she was still half asleep. I did not mind. It was a pleasure to me just to watch her move, to
see the play of taut muscles under her soft, soft skin. Once she was on all fours she raised
her head, keeping her gaze fixed on the back of her stall, moved her knees well apart, and
arched her back. It felt very much like an invitation, one that I was tempted to accept
right there and then. But I had other plans. I dropped the thin black leather cuffs onto the
futon where she could see them and began fitting the black leather collar around her neck.
She kept perfectly still for me as I made it just as snug as I wanted, enough so that she
could feel it pressing gently against her throat, but not so snug as to make it difficult for
her to breathe freely. She remained still as I buckled the cuffs around her wrists and
ankles. I took my time with the whole process, stroking her back or her thighs between
buckling each cuff and noting how she remained motionless throughout. After I had put
the last cuff on her I stood up and stepped back for a moment just to look at her for a
while and admire the clean lines and soft curves of her body. I think she wanted to turn
her head to see what I was up to, but she did not. I thought that she must have been
trained not to and debated asking Augustin for some details of that training. Finally, I
took the thin black leather leash and clipped it to her collar. She shivered then, and a
faint, tiny moan escaped her lips. She arched her back a little more and raised her head a
little further and I saw that her eyes were closed. The expression on her face was one of
sweet anticipation. I reached under her and found that her nipples were already swollen.
She shivered again at my touch.

“Up,” I ordered, pulling gently but firmly on her leash. She rocked back into a

kneeling position and then rose smoothly to her feet. Her eyes were still closed, her

mouth half-open now. I made her turn her back to me and fastened her wrist cuffs
together behind her with a metal clip. Pappas had offered me a padlock, but I did not
want to have to keep track of the key to it, so I had politely declined.

“Come,” I ordered, again with a gentle but firm pull on her leash. Her eyes opened,

but it seemed as if her eyelids had become too heavy for her to open them fully. I led her
out of her stall, and then out of the small barn. It was quiet outside now, so I knew that
the slave auction was over. I wondered if Paul had managed to purchase Erika in spite of
all the competition he must have had. Alison followed me docilely all the way back to the
manor. We passed a few servants on the way to my room, but none of them seemed to
find anything unusual about a man leading a naked woman on a leash. I reached the door
to my suite, opened it, and led Alison in.

Chapter Eight

Alison stood where I had stopped her and remained perfectly still as I shut and

locked the door behind us. When I did not immediately go to her she must have suspected
that I was looking her over. She did not turn or move from her spot, but she did raise her
cuffed hands so that I had an unobstructed view of her lovely ass. If she only knew what
thoughts that prompted in me she might have reconsidered her action.

As arousing as it was to simply look at her and know that she was mine to do with as

I pleased, that was not enough for me. I came up behind her and put my arms around her,
my hands sliding up along her ribs to her breasts. As I fondled and squeezed that soft,
soft flesh she leaned back against me and moaned. Her head sagged back against my
shoulder.

“Master,” she sighed, almost happily. I held her with one arm around her body, just

below her breasts, and let my free hand wander down across her belly and into the neatly
trimmed little patch of tight, curly hairs between her thighs. I stroked and tickled her
mons until her breath grew ragged. She made a tiny whining sound.

“Spread your legs,” I ordered.
“Yes, master,” she breathed as she obeyed. I had to shift my arm so that it was

around her neck so that I could reach lower with my other hand and stroke the warm,
silky flesh of her inner thighs. I kept coming close to her pussy, but never actually
touched it. Now she was panting in breathy little gasps. She tried to press her ass up
against me, but I foiled that by making her bend slightly backwards. I kept stroking and
teasing her thighs and her groin. She began whining through her nose at times. I shifted
my free hand from her belly to her breasts, teasing her swollen nipples. When I pinched
them, she jerked and squeaked but did not try to pull away. Then I moved back to her
belly, her thighs and her groin. I could feel her trembling now. Some of that could be due
to the awkward, strained position I held her in, but I had no doubt that most of it was due
to her arousal. I wanted her aroused. I wanted her to be aching for it, begging for it, so
that I could make her ache and beg all the more. So far, though, she wasn’t begging.

She leaned more of her weight back against me, moaning. I loved the feel of her

body against mine, the feel of her skin under my fingers, even the slightly spiky feeling
of her hair when it brushed against my face. More than anything else, I loved the feeling
of power that I had, to hold this stunning naked woman close to me and do as I pleased to
her.

“Master,” she whined. Her eyes were closed, her lips drawn back from her teeth.

From what I could see of the expression on her face she seemed to be in mild but growing
agony. “Master,” she whined again, more loudly and higher pitched.

“What?” I breathed into her ear as my hand came up not to fondle but to maul her

breasts. She responded to the rougher handling by shuddering violently.

“Please, master,” she huffed. “Please…” The last word came out as a groan.
“Please what?” I asked, my lips even closer to her ear.
“Please…take me. Use me, master.”
“You want that?” I asked. I exhaled into her ear, marveling at how delicate it

seemed. The warmth of my breath on her ear and neck made her shudder again, but not as
violently.

“Yes, master!” she responded, her eyes still closed. “Oh, yes! Please!”

I pushed her back upright, let go of her, and stood back. Her head sagged forward,

her fettered hands slid back down to the base of her spine. She kept her legs apart and
stood waiting for whatever I would do next.

My ‘room’ was more like a suite in a luxury hotel. We were in what I couldn’t help

thinking of as the parlor, a large, bright and airy room with a sofa and a couple of very
comfortable armchairs. I reached up and clamped my hand on the back of Alison’s
slender neck, urging her forward, down the short hallway that led to the bedroom. Alison
went, not resisting but moving no faster than I made her move. Her legs seemed
unsteady, and she kept her head down. The bedroom was as big as the parlor. It was
dominated by the huge bed that sat against one wall. There was a chest of drawers and a
dresser with a large mirror. I stopped Alison in front of the mirror and made her look at
her reflection as I reached around from behind her to cup and gently squeeze her breasts.
She obeyed, but her eyes didn’t appear to be focusing well.

“Tell me again,” I ordered her as I gently pinched her nipples.
“Please, master,” she all but moaned. “Please, use me.”
“Again.” I pinched harder, and saw her wince.
“Please.” It came out as a whimper. Oh, yes, she was definitely begging now.
Between the bed and the big glass doors that opened out onto a wide porch was an

open space perhaps five or six feet wide. The floor of the bedroom was covered by a
thick, plush wall-to-wall carpet, but in that open space was another carpet, about four feet
by six, of such a dark blue material as to appear almost black. I took Alison by her upper
arms, turned her around, and made her kneel on that carpet. I think she expected me to
want to use her mouth at first, but then I freed her wrists.

“Get on your hands and knees,” I told her.
She obeyed. It was more than a little intoxicating, having a beautiful, desirable

young woman do whatever you told her to whenever you told her to do it. Alison moved
forward a little to center herself on the rug and struck the pose she must have been trained
to. Her eyes were fixed on the wall in front of her, her hands and knees spaced well apart,
her back slightly arched, raising her hips for me. I took a moment to enjoy the view, and
my eye kept going to Alison’s pussy, deep pink and alluring and visibly ready for me. I
knelt down behind her and gently spread those puffy lips with my thumbs. Alison
shivered at the touch, and moaned, but she held her pose. She was wet. I leaned in close
to breathe in her scent and couldn’t resist using my tongue on her, just to taste her. She
moaned again, and then there was a knock at the door.

“Stay there,” I told her. I went to the door. When I opened it, Pappas greeted me with

a smile but no words and handed me a small wooden box with a hinged lid. I thanked him
with a smile of my own and a nod. He returned the nod and left. I closed and locked the
door and then went back into the bedroom. It looked as if Alison hadn’t moved. She must
have been curious about who had come to the door, but it wasn’t possible to see the door
from the bedroom, and in any case the bed would have blocked her view unless she’d
gotten up. I put the box on the dresser and opened it. Pappas had brought me everything I
had asked for. I looked around at Alison. She still hadn’t moved. I wondered if it was as
arousing for her to obey orders as it was for me to give them.

I took my time undressing. I wanted to engrave this moment on my memory so

deeply that I would never forget the least detail of it. Once I was naked, I went over to
Alison again. I began stroking her back, softly, slowly working my way from her
shoulders to her ass and then back again. She did her best to keep still, but I found a spot

near the base of her spine where a touch could make her shiver minutely. When I reached
under her to fondle her breasts…I could never get enough of the feel of them…she raised
her head slightly and arched her back a little more. I could see that her eyes were closed,
her mouth open a little, her teeth clenched. She inhaled deeply with a tiny hissing noise as
I brushed my fingertips across her nipples.

She was an achingly desirable woman, her splendid body obviously made for sex.

She was all the more desirable because of her nakedness, the black leather cuffs on her
wrists and ankles, the collar circling her throat, and above all her submissiveness. I
moved around to kneel in front of her. She kept her eyes closed, but when she felt my
cock rubbing across her face she immediately opened her mouth. I gripped her hair and
pulled her head up and away from my cock and slapped her cheek gently. When I did
that, she opened her eyes.

“Lick it,” I said, moving my cock towards her with my free hand. “Lick it and kiss it,

but do not suck it unless I tell you to.”

“Yes, master,” she replied. The charming little crack I had noticed in her voice when

I first met her made her reply all the more appealing. I let go of her hair and she leaned
forward, her wet, pink tongue lapping at my cock. She licked and kissed it up and down
the shaft, turning her head to reach places she could not otherwise. When I took her by
her hair again to hold her still as I ran my cock, now hard, wet and glistening, all over her
face she closed her eyes and moaned softly until I was done. I made her lower her head
then, and kiss and lick my balls. She did that as promptly and as lovingly as she had
kissed and licked my cock, her eyes half-open and a look of sweet bliss on her face. I
wished I knew what was going through her mind just then. Was she imagining how my
cock would feel, in her mouth or in her pussy? Or was she simply enjoying the fact that I
was giving her commands that she submissively obeyed? I raised her head and she
resumed worshipping my cock with her lips and tongue, softly murmuring wordless
sounds of pleasure. I suppose I could have asked her, but it felt like that would have
killed this almost magical moment stone cold dead. Yet I still had an almost unbearable
urge to ask. Then a thought struck me: Here on Augustin’s island tonight were many
other women, all naked, some bound, some merely collared, submitting sexually. I didn’t
think that any of the men here who were using them were very much interested in
knowing the reasons that they had come here, or even much interested in how those
women felt, down in their innermost selves, about what was being done to them. So why
was it so important to me, if it wasn’t to them? I looked down at the top of Alison’s head
as she began working her way up the shaft of my cock again, and noted how her hair
shaded from an almost platinum blonde in front to a tawny golden brown at the nape of
her neck. It was a striking effect, on a woman who scarcely needed to draw more
attention to herself. She reached the tip of my cock and made as if to take me into her
mouth. Maybe she thought it was what I wanted next. Maybe it was what she wanted
next. While I was certain that it would feel very good indeed, I had not told her to do so,
or given her permission. I pulled her head away.

“Be still,” I said. She looked up at me, her wide eyes heavy-lidded and smoldering as

she licked her lips. I saw that some of her saliva had gotten onto her chin. “Be still,” I
repeated as I let go of her hair, got up, and moved around behind her. She put her knees a
bit further apart, arched her back a little more, and all but wriggled her hips in
anticipation. I brought my hand down in a hard slap across her right ass cheek, and she
jerked and yelped. I did the same to her other cheek, and she jerked and yelped again but

she kept her pose. Now she really did wriggle her hips. Well, it was more of a writhe than
a wriggle. It was clearly intended to arouse, but I was already as aroused as a man could
get without bursting at the seams or passing out. My knees felt a bit shaky as I went back
to the wooden box on the dresser. I took out one of the condoms and put it on,
discovering in the process that my hands were a bit shaky too. Then I took out the hard
rubber bit gag and the small bottle of oil.

When she felt me kneel down behind her, Alison moaned faintly and tried to press

up against me. I hadn’t told her to do that, but I was a bit past clear thinking now and it
felt so good that I didn’t mind. I put the bottle of oil down and reached forward with the
bit gag. Alison seemed surprised when I brought it down in front of her, but she readily
opened her mouth for it and let me put it firmly between her teeth. She kept her head up
until I had fastened it in place. Once I had done that, she let her head droop, pressed
herself against me even harder, and made a whining noise, as if she was impatient for me
to get on with it and fuck her. Well, I was planning to do that all along, but not in the way
she expected. When I poured a small quantity of the oil onto her gorgeous ass and began
slowly spreading it around, she stiffened. She had been moaning and whining up until
then. Now the only sound that came out of her was a tiny, helpless whimper. I poured out
a bit more oil and began gently working it into her anus. Augustin had not specifically
told me that Alison had been trained for anal sex, but he had said that anything that could
be done to or with a woman had been done to Alison. And, while she was clearly
apprehensive of what was coming, she did not protest, or fight, or try to pull away.
Instead, she simply kept still on her hands and knees, aside from trembling and letting her
head drop as far down as it could go. It was a pose of utter and abject submission, but it
was not what I wanted from her, as appealing as it was. There was a thin leash, no more
than a strip of leather in fact, attached to the strap that held her bit gag in place. I used it
to pull Alison’s head up and back. She did not fight it, but she kept whimpering. She kept
her head in that position even after I let go of the leash. I spread her ass cheeks wide with
my thumbs. It wasn’t easy, because my hands were slippery from the oil, so I had to use
more strength than I had planned on. Alison whimpered again.

I had never tried to push my cock into anything so tight as Alison’s ass before. If I

hadn’t been so rock-hard from her sweet mouth and my own anticipation I don’t think I’d
have been able to penetrate her at all. As it was, it took a lot of effort, so I went slowly
and deliberately, my fingers and thumbs digging into her flesh. She began groaning and
panting around the bit gag, as if she was in pain or distress. I kept forcing my cock deeper
and deeper into her until I was in all the way up to my balls. Now I could feel her
trembling almost violently. She was still panting, but no longer groaning. I picked up the
end of the leash to the bit gag and wrapped it around my hand so that I wouldn’t lose my
grip on it. I would have to remember not to use so much oil the next time.

I kept still for a while, savoring the moment. Alison, impaled on my cock, trembled

and whimpered and began groaning again. I wondered how hard she was biting down on
the bit. I gave her poor abused ass another hard slap and began pumping her, slowly at
first, but picking up speed and force as I went. Alison kept still for the first few thrusts,
and then seemed to lose control. She trembled, she shook, she squealed around the gag as
loudly as any stuck pig. She didn’t seem able to keep still any more, either. Her hips
ground against me and she began to toss her head, in spite of my grip on the leash. I
pulled back on it, forcing her head further up and back until I almost lifted her up off of
her hands. I slapped her ass again, very hard, and she subsided for a moment until I

started pumping her hard. Her squeals turned to shrieks and the movements of her hips
grew almost frantic. I slapped her ass again and kept going. As I watched her reacting to
my violation of her ass, a reddish tinge began to cloud the edges of my vision. I heard
myself snarling and growling as I kept on using her. I had thought of tying her down on
the bed, spread-eagled and face-down for anal sex, but this was much better. She was
held in place not by taut ropes but by her training and my strength. I loved seeing and
feeling her struggling, if you could really call it struggling. I rammed into her again and
again, keeping the leash taut and slapping her ass whenever I thought I could loosen my
grip on her for a moment.

And then, at the end of one last deep and hard thrust, I came, groaning like a

wounded bear, so overcome by the sheer force of my orgasm that my grip on the leash
slipped and I sagged forward onto Alison, letting her take more and more of my weight
as I spasmed and spasmed. I know I kept leaning on her for some time after I was
finished. I couldn’t help that. I was too weak and drained to move. Finally, I got some of
my breath and strength back. I straightened up, huffing and puffing as if I’d just finished
a marathon, and slowly pulled my cock, no longer as hard as a rock, out of Alison. She
groaned and moaned until I was completely out, but she still held her pose. I gave her ass
one last slap, not so hard and almost affectionate this time. She gave one last little moan
and slowly collapsed onto the rug, her hands sliding outwards and her body forwards. She
hit with a faint thud and remained motionless. I looked for any trace of blood but found
none, and then turned her over onto her back. I thought that she might have fainted, but
her eyes were half open. She looked up at me without seeming to see me. I fumbled with
the bit gag and finally got it out of her mouth. Her teeth had left deep indentations on the
hard rubber. She gasped as the bit came out, panted and gasped again. She ran her tongue
across her parted lips. Then her eyes focused on me.

I thought that I was ready for almost anything. What I did not expect was for her to

smile up at me so sweetly, so contentedly.

“Master,” she breathed. She said nothing else. She only smiled, a sleepy, contented

little enigmatic smile.

I gathered her up in my arms. I was content just to hold her and feel the warmth of

her body against mine, which was just as well because I still did not have the strength to
do much else. I almost felt as if I had been drained by a vampire, or battered half to death
by a violent storm. Alison, for her part, seemed content to simply be held. She rested her
head against me and occasionally made small crooning noises. Her hands touched me
here and there, lightly. Neither one of us said anything for some time.

Finally, I felt as if I could trust my body to stand upright and stay that way. I gently

disengaged myself from lovely Alison and got to my feet. She lay on the rug, looking up
at me with that odd little smile again. When I felt secure enough to bend over and pick up
the end of the leash to her collar, she immediately got on her hands and knees and leaned
softly against me, making those crooning noises again. As I straightened up she began
rubbing her body against my legs.

“Alison,” I said to her.
She looked up at me, still smiling. “Master,” she breathed. “Dear master.”
I had been called a number of things by women over the years. Only Alison had ever

called me ‘master’, and now I was ‘dear master’. I must have done something very right
tonight. I smiled back down at her.

“We are going to the bathroom to clean up,” I told her. “And then to bed.”

“Yes, master,” she almost purred. She remained on her hands and knees. Curious to

see if she would stay that way, I started for the bathroom, pulling gently but firmly on her
leash. She crawled along after me, even when we moved from the softness of the
carpeting to the cold, hard tile floor of the bathroom. I started drawing a bath for the both
of us. The tub was certainly large enough to fit the two of us, so long as neither of us
minded being close. I didn’t think either of us would. As the water was running, I
removed the cuffs around Alison’s wrists and ankles. Still on all fours, she held still for
me as I did that, except for giving my face or body quick little kisses whenever she could
reach some part of me. I removed her collar last. It had left faint red marks around her
neck, but she did not seem to mind. I traced out the small ‘4’ tattoo on the back of her
neck with my finger, and that made her shiver. Once more, I ran my hands over her naked
body. She all but purred at that.

“Into the tub, now,” I said to her.
“Yes, master,” she acknowledged, her voice gone husky now. She never stood up to

get into the tub. Instead, she crawled over the edge and slid into the warm water. She
curled up to one side to give me enough room to get in myself.

I do not know how long we were in that tub. After we had washed each other we

spent some time simply holding or caressing each other. It was all done in a very slow-
motion, sleepy way, and at some point we both dozed off. When I awoke, the water,
while not cool, was not as warm as it had been. I gently woke Alison and started draining
the tub. She waited until I had gotten out and then followed me, remaining on her hands
and knees. She waited again until I had dried myself off and then let me dry her. She
seemed to take great pleasure in that, and I may have taken longer than was necessary to
do the job just so I could watch her stretch and move, see her sleepy half-smile and hear
her croon and purr. I debated putting the cuffs back on her, but settled for simply
collaring her again. She even seemed to take great pleasure in that act.

I led her back into the bedroom, she still crawling along on her hands and knees. I

realized that she probably would not stand up again until I ordered her to do so. When I
ordered her into the bed, after I had turned down the bedcovers, she crawled up onto it
and over towards the far side, where she laid down on her side, facing me. I got into the
bed myself, savoring the soft warmth of her body close to mine for a moment before I
reached over to turn out the light. As I settled back down, Alison slid over towards me so
that our bodies were touching all along their lengths. I heard her sigh happily.

“Master,” she breathed into my ear. The warmth of her breath tickled my neck, but I

was too spent to take her again so soon. “Dear master,” she breathed again as she cuddled
close to me in the darkness.

Chapter Nine

“Ah, my friend!” Augustin greeted us as we came out onto the wide patio at the back

of his villa. He rose from the table as we approached. Next to his chair, Dorcas knelt on a
cushion, still naked, but shielded from the sun by the large umbrella above the table. I
noted that she was collared, with leather cuffs at her wrists and ankles, her hands secured
behind her by a heavy padlock through the rings in her wrist cuffs. She still seemed very
shy about her condition, since she kept her eyes fixed on the flagstones in front of her. I
felt relieved when I saw her, since I was leading Alison, similarly naked, collared and
cuffed, on her leash. It had just seemed the thing to do, so I had done it.

“I trust that you slept well last night?” Augustin asked as we reached the table.
“Oh, very well,” I nodded and smiled. “Very well indeed. Thank you.”
The fact was that while I had slept very deeply my sleep had not been uninterrupted.

At some point during the night, Alison had awakened me as she kept rubbing her lovely
body against mine, sliding her leg up and down mine, caressing my chest with her hands
and kissing my body almost all over with quick, hot, tiny kisses. When I finally awoke I
found that I was already aroused.

“Master…” Alison kept calling out in a whisper. “Master…please, master…”
It took me a moment to come fully awake. In the meantime, Alison kept rubbing,

caressing and kissing me. “What is it?” I finally managed to ask.

“Oh, master!” Alison exclaimed in a breathy little voice. “I need you! Please, master,

please!”

My first fuddled thought was: ‘please what?’ but then Alison slid on top of me, her

body warm and silky, her face inches from mine, though I could barely make it out in the
darkness. I felt her legs to either side of mine as she rubbed herself up and down against
me, her nipples tickling my chest. I reached up and put my hands on her waist.

“Please, master,” she repeated, and then she began kissing my face and neck with

those same quick, light pecks. There was a tone of urgency in her voice. “Please, use me,
master. I need you!”

I came fully awake very quickly. I think Alison could have roused me out of a coma

with what she was doing. I don’t remember what happened next in much detail. By then
both of us were somewhere beyond rational thinking. We were just two animals together
in the dark, desperate to mate. There was a lot of grappling and kissing and we kept
getting tangled up in the leash that was still clipped to her collar, but somehow I got her
under me, her legs spread wide and her arms holding me tight. I used my hand to guide
my cock into her pussy, and when she first felt me entering her she arched her back,
drawing in her breath through clenched teeth with a long hiss. I felt her nails digging into
my back, and I heard her saying: “Yes, master, yes, master, yes, master, Yes, Master, Oh
yes! Oh yes! OH, YESSSSSS!!!” With that, she gripped me all the tighter, with her arms
and her long, strong legs now, as if she was trying to pull me into her as deeply as she
could. I was beyond words, myself. I think I was grunting as I slammed my cock into her
again and again and again, but I don’t remember actually saying any words. When she
came…and by now I was able to tell when that happened very easily…I was still a long
way from coming myself. I just kept plowing away at her as she shuddered and moaned,
her pussy contracting rhythmically around my cock. Her tremors finally subsided, but I
kept thrusting away. I didn’t know why it was taking me so long, and soon Alison jerked
and squealed as she came again. Her pussy tightened around my cock even more, and

suddenly I felt my own orgasm on its way. It hit me like a blue-white flash while Alison
was still writhing and moaning under me. At the last moment, I rammed my cock into her
as hard and as deep as I could and clamped my teeth on her soft neck as I shuddered and
groaned and shuddered and groaned.

A long, long time later we both drifted back down from wherever we had gone. I

took my weight off of Alison and she slid out from under me. We lay on our sides,
holding each other and getting our breath and wits back.

“Dear master,” Alison purred at last. “Thank you, master.” She shivered once and

snuggled closer to me, her body warm and a little damp with the sweat of our exertions. I
remember that I kept my arms around her. The next thing I knew, it was late morning.
Alison was still in my arms, sleeping peacefully, her meticulously dyed hair a charming
tangle. I tried to kiss her awake, but when that didn’t work I gently pinched her nipple.
When that didn’t work, I pinched a little harder and gave it a slight twist. Alison’s eyes
flew open then, and when she saw my face inches away from hers she smiled, even
though I was still pinching. She stirred and began to rub against me.

“Master,” she crooned.
We did not get out of bed right away. In fact, we only got out of bed when I noticed

the time and remembered Augustin’s invitation.

I noticed Augustin looking over Alison as she stood, naked, bound and proud. For

some reason, even after all our activities last night, she looked even more attractive than
ever. There was something in the way she stood, something in her expression that could
not help but draw men’s eyes to her and give rise to carnal speculations. Augustin smiled
and turned his gaze back to me.

“Well, I can see that at least you both spent a pleasant night,” he said. “Please, sit.

Are you hungry? I will have someone bring you breakfast. In the meantime there is both
tea and coffee here.”

“Thank you,” I nodded. There were several chairs placed around the table, each one

with a cushion on the ground next to it. I wondered how many more guests might be
joining us as I led Alison over to one of the cushions. She knelt down on it with a grace
born of practice. I saw her glance over at Dorcas once, and thought I detected a hint of a
smirk on her face. Dorcas remained still and silent, obviously ill at ease, but not enough
to try to do anything about it. As I helped myself to some coffee I saw Augustin take a
small piece of fruit from the plate in front of him and offer it to Dorcas. She stared up at
him for a moment before gingerly taking it between her teeth. She kept staring up at
Augustin for a moment longer before she finally ate it.

“Dorcas is still learning her place here,” Augustin said to me as he kept looking at

Dorcas. He reached down and brushed the back of his hand lightly across Dorcas’ breast.
She flinched away. “She is also still learning how to obey,” he continued. “She is at least
resigned to her nudity now, but she is still somewhat shy about other things.” He tickled
Dorcas’ nipple with the tip of his finger. This time she did not move, but I saw to spots of
color in her cheeks.

“And how is it with you and Alison?” he asked as he looked back up at me.
“I have no complaints,” I answered, smiling. Kneeling alongside my chair, Alison

leaned over to rest her head on my thigh. She made a wordless little sound of
contentment.

“Excellent,” Augustin’s smile widened. “She seems quite happy.”

It was a little unusual to be discussing our women as if they were not there with us,

but it seemed to be how things went here. I put a hand on Alison’s head and ruffled her
hair. “If she has any complaints, she has not told me,” I said. Alison made that contented
noise again. I had more than a feeling that what I had done to her last night had
everything to do with her attitude this morning. I would have to do it again some time,
but not right away. There were so many other things to do to her and with her that it was
difficult to choose.

A pretty young maidservant, dark-haired, olive-skinned and clearly flustered by the

tableau around the breakfast table, brought me a dish with pastries and cut-up fruits. Still
no sausage, bacon or ham at breakfast, but I thought I could bear it. I offered a bit of
strawberry to Alison. She knelt back upright and delicately took it between her teeth. She
held it there for a moment, gazing up at me, before tilting her head back and letting it
slide into her mouth. She made a small show of chewing and swallowing it. Once she
had, she opened her mouth halfway, clearly waiting for another tidbit.

For a while, I forgot all about Augustin and Dorcas and concentrated on feeding

Alison and watching her eat whatever I gave her. As compliant and submissive as she had
been so far, out here on the wide patio she seemed transformed into something more
submissive, more seductive, more compelling. I had to remind myself to eat, even as
hungry as I was. I held a small sweet bun out to her and watched as she consumed it in
tiny little bites. I wondered if she was as hungry as I was. I held out a slice of a peach for
her and snatched it away at the last moment to eat it myself. She watched me do so, her
eyes humid, her chest rising and falling with her breathing. I saw that her nipples were
swelling. Next I offered her another bit of strawberry, and she snatched it from my
fingers before I could pull it away. Her eyes smiled up at me as she ate it, though her face
was all but expressionless.

“I would not encourage that behavior, my friend,” Augustin spoke up. The twinkle

disappeared from Alison’s eyes and she suddenly looked apprehensive.

“I understand,” I replied, and I did. As much fun as it had been to play that little

game with the fruit, it had been a mistake. I looked at Alison. “If you do that again,” I
told her, “I will take your cushion away and you will have to kneel on the hard
flagstones.”

“I’m sorry, master,” Alison replied in a chastened tone. “I will behave.”
I looked over at Augustin, who nodded, though he did not smile. I would have to find

time to speak with him about some things later. I picked up another slice of peach and
held it out to Alison. She merely looked at it, then looked at me, then licked her lips, and
looked back at the fruit.

“Go on,” I said. “Take it.”
“Thank you, master,” she said. As she leaned forward, her mouth opened, I kept still

until she had taken it between her teeth. Then I let go, and watched her eat it. After she
swallowed, she looked up at me nervously.

“Good girl,” I told her.
“Mornin’ all!” I looked up to see Paul approaching. He was dressed casually and

comfortably and looked very well pleased with himself. I could see why. Trailing along
after him was Erika, the tall, blonde Valkyrie from last night. She was naked and
collared, but instead of leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles all she had was a pair of
heavy handcuffs fettering her hands behind her. She walked proudly, her full, round
breasts wobbling very slightly with each step she took. I wondered how much Paul had

had to bid for her, and how, if he had spent the night with her, he managed to look so
well-rested.

Augustin, always the gracious host, rose to greet him. So did I. Paul shook hands

with us both in turn, grinning almost maniacally. Augustin offered him a seat between us,
and he accepted. Then Augustin picked up a cushion and placed it between his chair and
Paul’s, almost right next to Dorcas. Paul gave Erika’s leash a complicated little twitch,
and Erika knelt down on it, her back straight, her shoulders drawn slightly back to draw
attention to her full, round breasts. I noted that her nipples were erect. Kneeling next to
her, Dorcas seemed to shrink in stature, losing what little composure she had. Augustin
appeared to reassure her with a kiss as he gripped her leash tightly for a moment. Still
looking at Erika, I reached out to stroke Alison’s hair. I did not look at her until I had had
my fill of the magnificent spectacle Erika presented. When I did, I saw that Alison’s eyes
were closed, her lips parted, her expression almost blissful. While Dorcas was clearly still
uncomfortable in her role here, Erika seemed at home in it. Alison, on the other hand,
seemed to be thriving in it. I hoped that I had something to do with that. I also realized
that I was going to benefit from it greatly. As attractive as Dorcas and Erika were, Alison
was far, far more attractive. She fairly exuded health, vitality and sex, untainted by any
trace of the arrogant defensiveness I had seen in her when we first met. No, indeed, now
she was open to anything, ready for anything, even eager for anything. I had a sudden
urge to get up from the table and drag her off to my room. I resisted it. I was still not sure
of all the rules here, but I knew that to do so would be inexcusably rude, no matter how
great my hunger or my need. On another level, I realized that it would also be handing
some control over our relationship to Alison. Well, she already had that control, didn’t
she? Augustin had told me that she was free to leave the island any time she wanted. Still,
it would not do to show her how much control she had, would it? This was very, very
unfamiliar to me, no matter how much I felt drawn into it. It also occurred to me that
Alison was far more skilled and experienced in this game than I was. I might have
fantasized about such things for as far back as I could remember, but Alison had actually
lived those fantasies out, no doubt including some I hadn’t even imagined. I still had a lot
to learn.

“What are your plans for the day, my friends?” Augustin asked as breakfast

continued in its leisurely way.

Paul chuckled. “I haven’t thought that far ahead,” he replied.
“Well, the other women are still here,” Augustin said. “Perhaps you would enjoy

bringing your companions along to watch their continuing training.”

I hadn’t thought that far ahead either, but an idea came to mind. “I was thinking of

bringing Alison to the beach for a while later,” I spoke up. “I know how much she enjoys
swimming.” I also knew how much I enjoyed watching her swim, but I did not mention
that. “Paul, perhaps you and Erika would like to come with us?”

“An excellent idea,” Augustin commented. “Erika also enjoys swimming. I would

join you, but my dear Dorcas must take care to keep out of the sun. Her skin is very fair,
and she burns far too easily.”

“That’s a right good notion, mate,” Paul grinned. “Maybe you and I could talk a little

more business while our ladies have a dip, eh?”

“That had occurred to me,” I nodded, though it hadn’t until Paul mentioned it.

“Perhaps we could go some time after lunch?”

“You could go at any time, “ Augustin said. “If you like, I could arrange for lunch to

be brought to you on the beach.”

“That is most kind of you,” I said.
“Not at all,” Augustin waved a hand. “I will have Irina do it. She is still fairly new

here, and must learn how things are on my island.” I assumed that Irina was the young
maidservant who had been bringing us food and drink all this time.

“Paul?” I turned to him.
“Sounds good to me, mate,” he nodded. “When do we go?”
I looked at my watch. “Say in about two hours?” I suggested. “I have a few things to

attend to first.”

Paul glanced at Alison. “So do I,” he nodded. “Two hours it is, then. Meet you back

here?”

“Done,” I said.
Actually, I only had one thing to attend to, and that was my hunger for Alison. I

excused myself from the breakfast table and took up the end of Alison’s leash. She rose
to her feet as gracefully as she had sunk to her knees earlier. There was a knowing,
heavy-lidded look in her eyes, and as she followed along behind me at the end of her
leash there was something more sensual, more sexual in her walk than there had been
before. I would not have believed that possible, but it had to be true, and not just the
fancies of my imagination. As we passed members of Augustin’s staff on the way to my
room, even the oldest and probably most jaded of them simply had to pause and watch
Alison, if only for a moment. By the time we reached my room it was clear that she was
powerfully aroused, her head rolling slowly from side to side as if it was too heavy for
her neck.

“Dear master,” she breathed as I led her into my room.
“Dear Alison,” I replied. I knew very clearly what I wanted, but as to where I wanted

it I was not so clear. We had left our bed in a tangled wreck, but I saw that it had already
been freshly made up, so I decided against using it. Anyway, I wanted to push Alison’s
boundaries a little further to see what happened.

The sliding glass doors in the bedroom opened out onto a porch no more than six feet

wide. I had once spent some time out there, sitting on a very comfortable chair as I did
some reading. There was a low railing along the edge of the porch that would keep
someone from falling off in a moment of inattentiveness but did not obstruct the view at
all. From there I could see much of the southern side of the island, mostly rugged, rocky
hills with sparse but hardy vegetation. That part of the island had been left undeveloped.
The only sign of the hand of man there was the narrow road that ran from the villa to the
landing where the occasional boat docked.

There were two chairs and a chaise lounge on the porch, all three of heavy wrought

iron and covered with well-padded cushions. I took one of the cushions off of the lounge
and placed it on the floor directly in front of one of the chairs. I looked at Alison and
pointed to it. I did not say anything. Neither did she as she obediently knelt on it. I kept
hold of her leash and stepped in front of her, looking down as she looked up. She kept
looking up at me as I unfastened my pants and slid them down to my knees, and even
when I slid down my boxer shorts. Her gaze did not waver until I sat down and leaned
back in the chair, still holding her leash. Then she looked down at my cock for a moment
before looking back up at me. There was none of the old cold haughtiness in her eyes
now, only a slightly unfocused look. She swayed slightly on her knees.

“You know what I want,” I said to her. She smiled faintly, still swaying slowly from

side to side.

“I would give master what he wants wherever he wants it,” she said, her voice taking

on a throaty, purring quality. “Here, or anywhere, even on the patio with everyone
watching.”

“Suck my cock.” I ordered.
Her smile widened minutely. “Yes, dear master,” she crooned. She leaned forward

and bent her head, groping for me with her lips. I was already half erect, in spite of all my
activity the previous night, so she did not have much difficulty. Her lips around me felt
very, very good, as did the warmth and wetness of her mouth.

“Go slowly,” I told her.
“Yes, master,” she replied, her words muffled because her mouth was full.
I had never had so slow and thorough and loving a blowjob in all my life. I had

known women who would give no more than a few quick and token strokes, eager to get
the horrid thing out of their mouths as swiftly as possible. I had also known women who
did not mind so much, and one or two who actually acted as if they liked it. Alison
proceeded as if there was nothing else in the world that gave her as much pleasure, and
that she loved everything about it. She sucked, her head bobbing up and down slowly, she
licked, she kissed and she nibbled. She did it all with tiny gasps and moans, little slurps,
and the occasional crooning noise. It certainly sounded as if she was enjoying every
moment. I knew that I was, even if I was doing my best not to make any noises of my
own. She did not stop her work, although she kept varying the speed, until I tugged
upwards on her leash.

“Master?” she puffed as she looked up at me, her chin slickly wet.
“Now make me come,” I ordered. “Make me come in your mouth, and swallow

every drop of it.”

“Yes, master,” she smiled. “Always.”
“Go.”
Now she set to work in earnest, sucking as hard as she could, her lips bobbing up and

down the shaft of my cock, her tongue doing wonderful things of its own as she grunted
with her efforts. It did not seem to bother her at all that we were completely visible to
anyone who might happen to look up. All of her world was centered on my cock deep in
her mouth. I groaned and put my hand on her head. Nothing that felt so good could
possibly last forever, and this was no exception. I could feel my orgasm coming on
rapidly. A second or two after I had put my hand on Alison’s head I erupted into her
mouth, groaning again with the intensity of the feeling. Alison made a high-pitched
keening noise through her nose at that first spurt, and at every spurt that followed. As
before, the moment I began to come she stopped all her own movements, my cock so
deep in her mouth that it had to be tickling the back of her throat, and sucked as hard and
as long as she could. I could feel her swallowing, her tongue still caressing the underside
of my cock as she sucked me dry. Finally, she let my cock slip out of her mouth and knelt
upright on her cushion with a little gasp. She huffed and panted for a moment before
smiling at me.

“Dear master,” she sighed.
It was a good thing that my wristwatch had an alarm function and that I had had the

foresight to set it. When it woke me, I realized that I had dozed off in the chair. Alison
was still kneeling in front of me, leaning forward, her head in my lap, apparently asleep

herself. I woke her gently, even though we had very little time to go and meet Paul and
Erika.

***

“Wonderful idea you had, mate,” Paul said to me as we sat side by side on the beach,

watching Alison and Erika frolicking naked in the mild surf. We clinked our bottles of
cold German beer together and smiled at each other for a moment. Then our eyes turned
back to the two lovely young women. I was sure that Paul felt as drained as I did, but
those women seemed to have boundless reserves of energy. It was probably just as well
to let them burn some of it off in the sea. It was almost tiring just to watch them, as
appealing as they both were. From time to time we could hear a girlish squeal of glee or
excitement.

“Yer a damn’ lucky bloke, mate,” Paul commented as he watched the women. “That

Alison’s mighty choosy, so I’m told.”

“You seem pretty lucky yourself, mate,” I replied. “That Erika’s a stunner.” She was

indeed, and appeared to be as completely at home in the water as Alison.

Paul chuckled. “Oh, I’m lucky, too right,” he said. “I’m also very generous. Made a

helluva big donation to charity last night. Good think I can claim it on my taxes, if I live
that long.”

“Why?” I asked, suddenly concerned. “What’s the problem?”
Paul laughed uproariously. “That big-titted sheila out there’s the problem,” he

answered, pointing. “She bucks like a wild horse in bed, even when I’ve got ‘er tied
down, and believe me, I did that. She’s got a body that was made for sex, and she’s not
afraid to use it. I’m gonna look like a shriveled up little old man by the time I get off of
this island.”

I had to laugh. I’d had a similar image of how I would look after my days and nights

with Alison.

The women came out of the water towards us, talking and laughing and walking

hand in hand. I noticed that the fishing boats had drifted close to shore again. As always,
Alison seemed to glow in the sunlight. Erika had a bit of a tan of her own, but it was
broken by bikini lines.

“I’m reminded of that old sayin’ about bein’ careful what you wish for,” Paul

muttered as the women approached. “It’s just been one night, and I’m damn’ near
knackered.”

The women parted as they reached us, Alison going to my left and Erika going to

Paul’s tight. Alison sank down on her hands and knees next to me, visibly inviting me to
caress her. I did, and noticed that the water must have been a bit chilly today. She made
that little purring noise again. The bright sunlight glinted off of the length of light chain
that I had put around her neck earlier. I had wanted to keep her collared, and she seemed
to like that, but fine leather does not do well in seawater. I finished my caresses with a
light slap on her tight, rounded ass and she sank down onto the warm sand with a happy
sigh. I heard Erika giggle excitedly behind me, and wondered what had caused that.

Chapter Ten

“You want to what?” Augustin asked. He was clearly surprised at my request.
“My friend,” I said, “Your hospitality is always excellent. I just have a craving for a

cheeseburger, a cheap, greasy American cheeseburger, and I know that I can get one in
the town on the mainland.”

“No, no, I understand that very clearly,” he shook his head. “But did I hear you say

that you would like to take Alison with you?”

“Yes, that’s right.”
Augustin shook his head. “My friend,” he said, “That is not something for me to

decide. That is for Alison to decide. She is, of course, free to go with you if she wishes,
and to return as well. But why do you want to do this?”

“No one had done this before?” I asked.
“No,” Augustin replied. “Why would anyone want to, so long as they had Alison

here on the island?”

“The truth is,” I said, “I would like a cheeseburger, but that is only a part of it.”
“And what is the rest of it?”
“The rest of it is Alison,” I answered. “I want to get to know her and find out who

she is when she is off of the island.”

“Do you find her unsatisfactory?”
“Oh, no!” I was adamant. “There is nothing at all unsatisfactory about her. But here

on the island it is all sex. There is nothing wrong with that. I have learned a great deal
about myself and about women, especially Alison. But I find that I crave something
more, along with the cheeseburger.”

There was a hint of a frown on Augustin’s face. “My friend,” he said, “Do you not

think that this craving of yours is simply something brought on by your infatuation with
our lovely Alison?”

“I am quite sure that it is,” I replied. I had done a lot of thinking about the situation

in which I had found myself, and I had already gone over every possible argument,
counter-argument and caution in my mind. “That is why I think that I must do this. Yes, I
am infatuated with Alison. What man would not be? And I know that before too long we
will both leave this island and it is possible that I will never see her again.”

“She returns every year,” Augustin reminded me. “I am sure that she will do so again

next year, especially if she knows that you will be coming here also.”

“I have thought of that,” I nodded. “And if you invited me back here, and I knew that

Alison would be here, I would drop everything else I was doing in order to be here with
her. But I would also spend the entire year between now and then unable to think about
anything but Alison. My work would suffer.”

Now Augustin smiled. “You are still a young man, my friend, and full of ardor. How

can you be sure that Alison will not fade from your mind in six months, or even one
month? Can you be certain that by next year you will not have found some other woman
out there, off of this island?”

“I have thought of that also,” I answered. “And no, I cannot say that it is not

possible. What I can say is that I do not want such a thing to happen. I do not want to
forget Alison. But it seems to me that if I only know her here on your island we will only
see each other once a year. I want more than that. I need more than that.”

Augustin regarded me for what felt like a very long time, his intense dark eyes

boring into mine, as if he was trying to read my mind, or fathom my soul.

“You must do what you think is necessary, of course,” he said finally. “There is a

boat leaving for the mainland tomorrow morning. I will make arrangements for your
passage. You may go and get your cheeseburger, and return here the next day. I will
make arrangements for that as well. But aside from that much, I will neither help nor
hinder you in this matter. Alison is free to do as she pleases. Whether she chooses to go
with you or not, I will not use my influence.”

“My thanks, my friend,” I said, relieved. “That is all that I ask.”
“You are a strange one, Jason,” Augustin mused.
“How is that?”
“You do realize that you are risking everything that you have here on the island with

your course of action. You know that Alison may well reject you and leave you alone.
Why not simply leave things as they are and enjoy her company for however many days
are left?”

“Because as much as I desire her, that seems the surest way for me to lose her,” I

replied. “She fascinates me. I love the look of her, the feel of her, everything about her. I
must find out if anything more can come from all that. And if I do not do that now, when
will I ever find the strength to try again?”

“I did not know that you were such a gambler, my friend.”
“No,” I shook my head. “I am a man who does things, who tries things knowing that

they may not work. I do not gamble. I take risks.”

“You do, indeed,” Augustin nodded. “I will be most interested to see how your latest

venture turns out.”

***

I went to get Alison. Whenever she could, she took some time during the day to

maintain her beautiful golden tan. There was a spot near the woman barn that was
shielded from prying eyes and also well protected. I found her there, lying on her back on
a thin blanket, apparently asleep. I did not try to wake her right away. Instead I walked
slowly and quietly around her, drinking in the sight of her body one more time. Even
though I had had her earlier that day in my room, I was still aroused, almost painfully so.
I had tied her down in my bed, face-down, her arms and legs spread and held tight by the
ropes binding her cuffs to the bedframe. I had put the bit gag in her mouth again, and
blindfolded her before telling her that I wanted her to struggle this time.

She had struggled most strenuously as I teased her with my hands and tortured her-

mildly- with ice cubes. I had turned off the air conditioning earlier, and soon she was
slick with her own sweat, grunting and puffing as she strove to free herself, yelping or
shrieking as I used the ice on her or slapped her ass. She kept it up, as did I, for as long as
she could until she was reduced to halfhearted yanks at the ropes and a keening whine
that told me she was desperate to be used. She kept trying to raise her hips, but the ropes
did not have enough slack to allow it. By then I was as desperate to use her as she was to
be used. She whimpered when she felt me climbing onto the bed with her, and
whimpered again as I straddled her. But when she felt me applying the lubricant gel to
her ass, she erupted in a last wild flurry of struggling that quickly wore her out. It was
easier for me to penetrate her anus this time, but not by much. She was still very tight

back there. She did not try to fight me as I slowly thrust up into her, but her head came up
and back as my cock slid deeper in and she moaned and moaned around the bit gag until I
worried that she would break her own neck. Once I was fully into her, I stayed still for a
while to let her…and me…get the full impression. She was tight and trembling and
whimpering again, but I had the distinct impression that she very much liked being taken
in this way. I knew just enough to realize that for some women this was the ultimate act
of submission, and Alison had begun calling me ‘dear master’ after I had first done it to
her. I also knew that it gave me an incredible rush to fuck her this way, more even than
when I came in her mouth.

When I finally began pumping her, she began squirming and struggling again, but

not as forcefully as before. She began moaning in a hopeless tone, interrupted only when
I slammed my cock back deep into her, when she groaned or grunted. By now we were
both covered in our mingled sweat, and it wasn’t easy for me to keep a grip on her body
anywhere. I kept plowing away, grunting and groaning myself and using her harder and
harder until I came. When she heard me groaning and groaning and felt my body jerking
against hers, Alison relaxed completely, turning her head to one side, her eyes closed, and
began making her crooning noise again. She sounded quite happy now, in spite of her
earlier struggles. I stayed where I was until I my shaking stopped and then ran a row of
kisses down her back as I slowly withdrew.

Now, as I looked at that achingly desirable body I had a sudden urge to call off my

plans and spend the rest of our time here locked up in my room with Alison. It was not an
easy urge to resist. If I did call off my plans she would be mine, and I would be her ‘dear
master’ for a while longer, able to use her in any way that I wanted. But what I had said
to Augustin earlier was still true, and I had already decided. I went over to Alison, her
body glistening with the scented oil I had rubbed onto every square inch of her before I
had gone to speak with Augustin, and I gently wakened her.

“Dear master,” she smiled up at me, her eyes still drowsy. She had a smile that could

kindle a fire in a man just as readily as her expressionless stare could freeze and kill his
ardor. She reached up for me to pull me down for a kiss. I did not resist, nor did I resist
the opportunity to fondle her breast. Her flesh was warm from the sun, soft and silky as it
had always been, and slippery from the oil.

“I have a proposition for you,” I said as I finally ended the kiss and settled down next

to her. She turned onto her side, facing me. She was still smiling.

“A proposition, dear master?” she asked. Her eyes held a question. I took a deep

breath, and then plunged into unknown territory. As I explained what I wanted to do,
Alison’s smile faded.

“You’re going to ruin it,” she said once I had finished. She sat up, tucking her knees

up under her chin and wrapping her arms around her legs. Her pose kept me from seeing
anything of interest, even though she was still naked. “Please don’t ruin it.”

“I don’t want to ruin anything,” I protested. “I just want…well, I just want to take

you out on a date, I suppose. I’m infatuated with you, but I don’t really know anything
about you. I just want to spend a day with you, off of this island, and maybe get to know
you a little better.”

“Why?” she demanded. “Isn’t it enough for you to have me as your sex slave, to do

anything you want to me? Isn’t it enough that you’ve already had my mouth, my pussy
and my ass?” It was hard to tell exactly what she was feeling then, because emotions kept

flickering across her face and in her eyes. I saw hurt, and anger, and confusion,
uncertainty and sadness, individually and blended together.

“Is it enough for you?” I countered.
“Usually,” she snapped. “I come here to relax, to just cut loose. Why do you have to

complicate that for me?” I saw her old defensive arrogance creeping back.

“I’m not saying that you have to do it,” I replied. “I’m asking you to come with me,

not as master and slave but as a man and a woman just out for a day together. I don’t
expect anything more than your company from you.” I saw her wavering. “Besides,” I
went on, “I really could use a break for a little while. You’ve just about worn me out.”

She smiled then, but it was gone in an instant.
“Please, Alison,” I finished.
“You just want to go and get a cheeseburger?” she frowned.
“To start, yes,” I answered. “There’s an American fast-food place in the town, and

there’s a little amusement park not too far from there. I thought that maybe we could
spend some time there.”

“And where would we spend the night?” she demanded.
“There’s a youth hostel in the town as well,” I replied. “Clean and cheap and they

have separate dorms for men and women. I told you, all I’m asking you for is your
company.”

“And if I decide not to go with you?”
“Then I’ll go myself. I still would like a greasy cheeseburger.”
She looked away from me, her jaw set. Once or twice it looked as if she was going to

speak, but each time something stopped her. I wanted to reach out and touch her…I
always did…but I knew that doing so would push her right over the edge of whatever
precipice she was on. Finally, I stood up. She stayed where she was, looking up at me.

“I’m going for that cheeseburger tomorrow,” I told her. “Make up your mind if you

want to come along or not.” I turned on my heel and started to go.

“Wait!” she called out. I stopped and turned back towards her. She was up on her

knees now, covering herself with her arms.

“What?” I demanded.
“Do you really want me to decide right now?” she asked.
“Why put it off?” I countered. “It’s not that difficult a thing to decide, is it?”
She sank back onto her heels, still keeping herself covered. From the look in her eyes

I could tall that for her it was indeed that difficult.

“How much time do you need?” I asked her. Once more she hesitated. I made as if to

leave again.

“Why are you doing this to me?” she wailed.
“What?” I demanded. “What am I doing to you? Asking you out on a date? Looking

for nothing more than your company for a day? How terrible a thing is that?” I went back
to her and squatted down so that our eyes were at the same level. Now I saw fear in her
eyes, along with confusion. It appeared that she wanted to back away from me, but not
quite as much as she wanted to keep herself covered.

“Maybe it really is a terrible thing for you,” I said, leaning closer. “I don’t know. But

I think you’ve gotten a little too used to being on this island where you feel safe, no
matter what happens. Maybe you’re afraid when you’re not on the island. Maybe you’re
afraid all the time when you’re not here.”

Anger flared in her eyes. “I am not!” she yelled at me. Now she leaned forward. “I

am not!” she hissed.

“Then what’s the problem?” I asked. The anger faded and she looked away. I got

back up, determined to really leave this time. I was already almost out of her sight when
she called out to me again.

“Jason! Jason!”
I stopped. I only turned my head. She had gotten up and wrapped the light blanket

she’d been lying on around her. Even that completely covered up, she was the most
desirable woman I had ever met. I waited for her to speak.

“Give me some time to think, please, Jason,” she said.
“How much time?” I asked. She hesitated yet again. I hadn’t expected her to be so

completely put off by this.

The boat leaves in the morning,” she said. “I’ll find out what time. If I agree to go

with you you’ll see me there. If you don’t see me…” She let her voice trail off.

“All right,” I said. “I’ll see you then.” I left quickly, before she could say anything

more.

I didn’t have any particular place to go, so I went back to my room. I was in a

turbulent frame of mind, and being there didn’t help it any. The cuffs and collar that
Alison had worn were lying on a small table at the foot of the bed, along with the chains
and clips that went with them. I tried to relax and clear my mind by reading, but my eyes
kept going to that small table instead of to the next page. I could still smell traces of her
perfume, or her scent, or both intermingled, and while I could close my eyes I could not
do the same with my nose. I opened the sliding glass doors and went out onto the porch,
but that only reminded me of the slow, sweet and thorough blowjob she had given me out
there on that warm afternoon. While every minute I stayed there I missed her presence
more and more sharply, but I stayed on the slim chance that she would come here,
seeking me out to tell me that yes, yes, she would come with me.

But there was still the nagging worry that not only would she not come here seeking

me out but that I would not see her at the dock tomorrow morning, either, or, in fact, ever
again. Strange as it might sound to anyone who had never come to this island, I just
might have spoiled everything by suggesting something to Alison that did not involve
sex. I stuck it out in my room for as long as I could, but even if there had been a
television there it would not have helped. I finally left my room to go for a walk. I took
the time to announce as much to one of Augustin’s servants, on the fading hope that
Alison would still show up looking for me, and set out afoot. I started for the beach, and
realized that the sand and the surf would just remind me of how Alison looked when she
emerged from the waves, naked and dripping and glowing in the sun. There was only one
part of the northern side of the island where I had not been with Alison, so I went that
way.

I had told Augustin that I was not a gambler, but rather a man who tried things. That

seemed a distinction without much of a difference now. When it came to my work and
my business, I took chances, yes, and they didn’t always work. But enough of them did
so that I was quite comfortably well off, even if I never worked another day in my life,
which was something I had no intention of doing. I realized now that I had taken a huge
gamble with Alison. I did not really know her, after all. Maybe she was perfectly content
to come here once a year and wanted nothing more in her life. Maybe she was. But after
the time I had spent with her, it would not be enough for me. Insert whatever jokes you

like about what organ I was thinking with. In the end, I just had to find out. I would live
with whatever the answer was.

I found an old foot trail and followed it for a while. It led to a small old grove of

olive trees, long abandoned and neglected. Some of the trees were dead, and none of the
others seemed to be doing well. I passed through that sad place and kept going. Every so
often, another footpath would branch off from the one I was on. I ignored them. Under
other circumstances I might have taken one of those side paths just to see where they led,
but I was not in a mood for exploring. Eventually, my path came to a pile of stones at the
edge of a low cliff. I sat down on one of them and gazed out at the sea for a while. I did
not start back for the villa until I noticed that it was growing dark. My room felt cold and
empty, and it was difficult for me to get to sleep.

I was up bright and early the next morning. There had still been no word from

Alison, so I clung to the hope that she would be there at the landing after all. I dressed
casually for the day. I was going to the mainland no matter what, and a pair of jeans, an
old khaki shirt and comfortable sneakers ought to be more than enough for my outing. I
brought money, my passport, my cell phone and my pocketknife with me. It was still
early for breakfast, but I talked Augustin’s chief cook, a big, round, dark-haired woman
who was always smiling, into giving me a couple of sweet rolls to tide me over. That
done, I set out for the dock on foot. Augustin had offered me a ride, but I had graciously
declined. There were no real cars on his island, but he did have a number of electric-
powered vehicles that reminded be of golf carts. They didn’t move very fast, and I would
get there almost as quickly on foot. Anyway, I wanted to walk. The bottled-up nervous
energy that had kept me from sleeping well was still there, and a good brisk walk might
burn some of it off. Besides, the dock wasn’t all that far away from the villa.

While walking gave my body something to do, it did not occupy my mind enough.

As I trod along the narrow roadway it kept conjuring up memories of Alison and
tormenting me with them. But I had already made up my mind and taken the irrevocable
step yesterday. Still, I could not help wondering if I had made a terrible mistake. I would
find out soon, I told myself, and I would live with the results.

No, I wouldn’t. If Alison was not there, I knew that I would come back here next

year in the hopes of seeing her again. And if that failed, there was a very good chance
that I would come back again and again, year after year, pursuing a fading hope.

When I arrived at the dock, the boat was already there, being unloaded. Boxes and

crates of food and other supplies were stacked up near the dock, waiting to be loaded
onto one of the golf carts and carried back to the villa. The boat itself looked like one of
the local fishing boats, with a high, curving bow and a high, curving stern. It would draw
no attention wherever it went. It doubled as a passenger ferry. I had come here on it, and
while the accommodations were not what you’d find on a cruise line, I had no
complaints. I saw a couple of people standing in the shade of a tree, obviously waiting. I
thought I recognized one of them as one of Augustin’s guests. None of them were Alison.
I kept looking around, feeling more and more dismayed, and then I saw her.

I did not recognize her at first. She was wearing wide-brimmed hat and under the hat

what looked like a dark blonde wig with bangs that came all the way down to just below
her eyebrows. The straight sides framed her face, which was partly concealed by a big
pair of dark sunglasses. For the rest, she had on a pair of jeans with the legs cut off at
mid-thigh, an oversized, short-sleeved light tan shirt, and a battered old pair of tennis

shoes. She saw my reaction as I finally recognized her. It seemed to amuse her. She came
over to me, her walk slow, but not provocative. It seemed more wary than sensual.

“Hi, Jason,” she said. She kept her sunglasses on. “I decided I’d go with you for that

cheeseburger.”

I wanted to yell, I wanted to whoop, I wanted to grab her in my arms and kiss her,

but something in her manner warned me not to. Well, what happened on the island stayed
on the island. In the end, I merely smiled down at her. “I’m glad that you did,” I said.

Chapter Eleven

The trip to the mainland usually took a couple of hours. I knew that Augustin had his

own boat that could do it in far less time, but he did not like to use it if he did not have to.
The day was fair, but windy enough to raise a light chop on the sea. The boat rose and
fell and rocked on the waves. There was a cabin below for passengers, but I stayed on
deck, as did Alison.

“Why the disguise?” I asked her as we stood side by side at the starboard rail. We

were not very close together. She seemed to have some sort of invisible perimeter up, and
any time I moved the least bit inside of it she would move exactly that far away. Anyone
watching us would know that we were together, but with a small ‘t’.

“I have my reasons,” she answered without looking at me. There were some dolphins

playing a little distance away from the boat. She watched them. I wanted to ask what
those reasons were, but assumed that she just didn’t want to be recognized by any of the
other passengers. Then the boat gave a sudden lurch and she had to grab for a line to keep
her balance. I was already holding on to one.

“Ever sailed in this boat before?” I asked.
“No,” she shook her head. “Why do you ask?”
“Well, you seem at home on the water for the most part,” I answered. “You don’t

stagger around when you walk on the deck. But you should know that on this kind of sea
you have to keep a grip on something solid almost all the time.”

“How do you know so much about boats?” she asked. It looked as if we were going

to finally have an ordinary conversation.

“I grew up around them,” I said. “Fishing boats, I mean. I even worked on them for a

bit, but even then I knew it wasn’t what I wanted to do all my life.”

I had deliberately left an opening for her to ask what I actually did and keep the

conversation going, but she didn’t take it. We stood near each other in silence for a while,
watching the dolphins.

“Look,” I said finally. “This is a long boat ride as it is, and it’s going to seem a lot

longer if we can’t just talk to each other along the way.”

“What do you want to talk about?” she asked. She sounded very defensive. “We’re

off the island now, you know. There’s a lot you can’t talk about.”

“I know that,” I said. “Aren’t you interested in what I do for a living? I’ve heard

people talk about stuff like that off of the island, so that must be okay.”

She turned her head towards me. The dark sunglasses hid her eyes.
“Look,” she said, “This is new to me, okay? I’ve never done anything like this

before.”

“You mean you’ve never had a cheeseburger?” I joked. She smiled then, but only for

an instant.

“You know what I mean,” she said.
“Yeah, I do,” I admitted. “It’s okay. I’ve gone out on a date lots of times before.”
“Well, so have I.” Her smile was back. This time it lingered a little longer. “They

don’t always work out, do they?” She sounded almost wistful.

“No, they don’t,” I agreed. “I remember my senior prom…” It was an old story with

me, one I’d told many times, each time adding some new embellishments until I was sure
that Jackie Floyd, the dark-eyed, dark-haired, slow-dancing heartbreaker I’d taken to that

prom wouldn’t recognize any part of the story. Alison listened to the whole rambling tale,
smiling sometimes, laughing once or twice.

“Did all that really happen?” she asked when I had finished. Her smile was almost

dazzling. Dressed as she was, and in that wig, she now looked a lot more like the girl you
wished lived next door, in a healthy, outgoing, tomboyish kind of way. The sunglasses
spoiled much of the effect, though.

“Of course it did,” I asserted.
“Even the part about the cop mistaking your car for one that had been used in a

holdup?”

“Especially that part,” I nodded. “It really killed the mood for the rest of the

evening.”

Alison laughed. “You’re a funny guy,” she said.
“It puts people at ease when you can make them laugh,” I shrugged.
“That’s not quite what I meant…” she began, and then the boat hit a vicious cross-

chop. It lurched wildly. Alison hadn’t been paying attention to her grip, and she lost it. I
heard her yelp as she started to topple over the rail. She might have caught herself, and
she might not have, but it didn’t matter. I acted out of instinct, grabbing her around her
waist with one arm while I held onto the boat with the other. I pulled her close, also out
of instinct and for a moment we were body to body. The sunglasses slipped down, and I
could see Alison’s eyes as she looked up at me. They were wide surprised, even a little
frightened at her narrow escape. I held onto her a little longer than was absolutely
necessary until I saw a blush blooming on her cheeks. At the same time, it registered
dimly on me that she was not wearing a bra under that bulky shirt.

“You okay?” I asked as I started to let her go, slowly.
“Yes, yes, thanks,” she answered. She got another grip on the line and I released her.

I stepped back, still a little inside of her invisible perimeter. She didn’t move away.

“You’re quicker than you look,” she said. She sounded a little shaky.
“It comes in handy sometimes,” I shrugged.
We passed the rest of the trip chatting about inconsequential things. Alison not only

let me do most of the talking, she actually encouraged it. In return, I learned a very little
about her. She had grown up somewhere in North Carolina, spent summers on the Outer
Banks, where an uncle kept a boat that he used to go out fishing. She had three older
brothers…or maybe four. Her parents were still alive, living in Arizona now…or maybe
in New Mexico. By the time we docked at the bustling little town, on the other hand, she
knew what I did for a living, where I did it, how much I liked my work, how much of the
world I’d seen, what hobbies or pastimes I had, now or previously, the kind of house I’d
like to build one day and where I would like to build it. It was a pretty one-sided
conversation, all in all, but it’s hard for a man not to go on and on about himself to a
pretty girl who not only seems interested in what he has to say but eager for him to say
more.

She wanted to be off of the boat the moment the gangway was in place, and when I

moved a little too slowly for her she took me by the hand and all but dragged me ashore.
Even though I’d been pretty sure that she’d warmed up to me a little, having her initiate
physical contact like that came as a surprise. I went along with her gladly. She led the
way, walking very quickly until we were around a corner and out of sight of the boat.

“Now,” she smiled up at me as she let go of my hand. “Where do we go for that

cheeseburger?”

“It’s about halfway up the hill,” I pointed in the general direction. “I’m not sure

exactly where, but I saw the sign when I came through here before. There was someone
on the boat you didn’t want to recognize you, wasn’t there?”

“So what if there was?” she demanded. I saw her cheeks reddening again. I reached

out and took her sunglasses off of her, giving her time to try to stop me if she wanted to.
She didn’t.

“So nothing,” I said. “But I think you can be safe without these now, and I really like

to see your eyes when I’m talking to you.”

She smiled again. It was a shy smile, but genuine. “You’re right,” she agreed. “Hold

on to them for me, would you? I don’t have anyplace to put them.” My shirt had lots of
pockets. I tucked the sunglasses into one. I was happy to see that she seemed to be slowly
relaxing and enjoying herself.

It wasn’t as easy to find the place as I thought it would be. For one thing, none of the

streets, in this part of the town at least, ran in a straight line for more than a couple of
steps at a time. They widened or narrowed for no apparent reason and some of them were
overrun by small children at play. I didn’t care. It was early for lunch yet, and I was with
Alison. She held onto my arm as we walked along, and that reminded me that she was not
wearing a bra. I didn’t say anything about it to her, and after a while I was even able to
put the sensation in the back of my mind…with an effort.

She didn’t seem to care about how long it would take us to get to the place either.

There was too much to see on our walk. We took turns pointing things out to each other
that looked interesting. As much as we both seemed to be enjoying each other’s
company, none of those activities seemed to be getting us any closer to our
cheeseburgers.

“You know, I’m actually getting hungry,” Alison said at last. “You speak the

language, don’t you? Maybe you could ask directions.”

“I speak a little of it, yes,” I replied. “But only if it’s spoken very slowly and

clearly.”

“Oh,” Alison looked up at me. “Well, could you try anyway, or maybe look for a

sign?”

“I could try,” I said. “But I can’t read the signs at all. As far as I’m concerned,

they’re all Greek to me.”

Alison laughed. It was a beautiful sounding laugh that went so well with her wide,

dazzling smile.

“Hey! Hey, you guys!”
We both looked around for the source of the voice. I spotted a dark-haired young

woman approaching.

“Hi,” she grinned. “I overheard you two talking and I figured you were Americans.

Right?” She shifted the little rucksack she carried onto her shoulder. She wore faded
jeans, running shoes and a t-shirt with a logo on it. Her hair was short, almost black, and
her eyes were a vivid blue.

“That’s right,” I nodded. I’m Jason. This is Alison. And you are?”
“Cindy Jones,” she smiled, holding out her hand. Alison and I shook it in turn. “I’m

just taking a tour of the Med before I go back to college next month. I was with a group,
but they kinda broke up and I’ve been on my own for a week. It’s nice to hear voices
from back home again.”

“Nice to meet you, Cindy,” I said. “My sister and I are just soaking up a little of the

local color before we go back home. Right now, though, we’re a little lost.”

“Lost?” Cindy shifted the rucksack again. It looked a bit too heavy for her.
“Yes,” Alison spoke up, apparently going along with my ruse. “We went looking for

some American cheeseburgers and can’t seem to find the place.”

“Really?” Cindy brightened. “I was just going there myself. I like the local food and

all, but I’m getting a little homesick. Mind if I tag along with you?”

“Not at all,” Alison said. “My brother’s too stubborn to ask for directions before we

starve to death.” They both laughed.

“Hey, I said I only speak a little of the language,” I protested.
“Don’t worry,” Cindy said. “I speak it pretty well. Well, enough to get by, anyway.”

She shifted the rucksack again.

“Want me to carry that for you?” I offered. She looked at me warily for a moment,

then at Alison. Then she shrugged.

“Okay,” she said. “It’s got all my stuff in it, so don’t go running off with it.”
I took it from her and found that it had to weigh close to fifty pounds. “What’s in

here?” I asked. “Bricks?”

“I told you, all my stuff,” she answered. “My lease ran out on the little place I was

renting and my boat doesn’t leave ‘til tomorrow.”

“That’s all your luggage?” Alison asked.
“I travel light,” Cindy shrugged again. She wasn’t quite as tall as Alison, and very

slim. I wondered how she’d even been able to walk hauling that weight.

“Which way?” I asked, feeling much like a beast of burden.
“Oh. Follow me.” Cindy started walking. Alison fell in alongside her, leaving me to

bring up the rear. I didn’t mind. It gave me a chance to watch Alison walk. For the first
hundred miles or so Cindy kept turning her head to see if I was still there. By the time we
got to the mountain-climbing part of the walk she must have concluded that I wasn’t
going to run off with all her stuff and concentrated on having a conversation with Alison.
Trailing along after them, I noted that Alison let Cindy do most of the talking. Even when
Cindy asked a direct question, Alison gave vague or incomplete answers. I could hear the
two of them easily, and by the time we arrived at the magical cheeseburger place I knew
a lot more about Cindy than I knew about Alison. I was getting a little annoyed at Cindy
for horning in, but realized that I was being irrational about it. And after all, she had
gotten us to our destination.

Any place I’ve traveled, I always make a point of sampling the local cuisine. What’s

the point of traveling if you don’t try new things? But as we sat at the small table and ate
our cheeseburgers and fries, I found some comfort in the fact that they tasted exactly as
they would have back in any of the States. New things are good. They stretch the mind
and can enrich your life. But even so, it’s always comforting to find something old and
familiar. Cindy had wanted to pay for her own meal, but I had insisted on paying for her,
in thanks for her services as a guide. I had a feeling that she was getting a little low on
funds, and the way she finally accepted my offer told me that I was right.

“So, what are you guys up to next?” Cindy asked as she squeezed the last bit of

ketchup out of the little plastic envelope and onto her last fry.

“We were going to check out the amusement park down near the shore,” I replied. I

hoped that she wasn’t going to invite herself along.

“You staying at a hotel?”

“No,” I said. “A friend is sending a boat for us in the morning, so we figured we’d

just spend the night at the hostel.”

“Can you find it?” Cindy grinned at me wickedly. “I was going to stay there tonight

myself.”

“The hostel I can find,” I assured her. “At the least, I know enough of the language

to ask directions if I have to.”

“Cool,” she nodded, still grinning. “Hey, thanks again for springing for lunch. And

thanks for putting up with me. I must’ve been talking your ears off. It was just so good to
hear American voices again.” She devoured the last fry, shouldered her bag…I still
wondered how she was able to do it…and picked up her tray.

“I’d kinda like to go to the park myself,” she said. “But I’ve taken up enough of your

time, and I gotta go get settled in and do some reading. My professor’s expecting a paper
from me first day back at school. Thanks again, guys. Maybe I’ll see you two later at the
hostel.” And off she went.

Alison smiled at me from across the table. “That was a nice thing you did,” she said.
“Thanks,” I said. “It was a pretty heavy load.”
“Well, that too,” she chuckled. She’d taken off the wide-brimmed hat once we’d

entered, and I thought that the wig she wore really complimented her. Between the bangs
and the straight, heavy wings that framed her face she looked as young as Cindy, instead
of the five or six years older that she had to be. “Do you want to go now, or what,
because I could really go for a strawberry milkshake.”

We lingered there for a while, talking about small things while Alison finished her

milkshake. Then we set out for the amusement park. It was easy to find, because the
centerpiece of the place was a big Ferris wheel that you could spot from just about
anywhere. It was an older park, and a small one, but I wasn’t looking for anything
elaborate and high-tech. The first time I took Alison on the Ferris wheel I discovered that
she was just a little nervous about heights…or at least that was the reason she gave for
clinging tightly to my arm the whole time.

There were other rides, but we kept coming back to the Ferris wheel. When you were

at the top, there was a great view of the area, but for me the high point was still Alison
holding my arm and sometimes pressing herself up against me. Later, as it started to get
dark, I tried to win her a stuffed animal by knocking three wooden bottles over with a
ball. I wasn’t able to do it, any more than I could at a carnival back home. I knew that the
game was rigged, just as it would have been back home, but it was fun to try. She got a
stuffed animal after all, but on her own when she somehow managed to toss a small
wooden ring around the neck of a glass bottle. It was a small stuffed animal, a comical
hippo in electric blue, but she didn’t seem to care. We ate some of the local food while
standing near the carts it was served from, drank sodas, went on the Ferris wheel
again…and then it was dark and time to go.

“I had a wonderful time,” Alison said to me as we walked up yet another hill towards

the hostel. There were a few feeble electric streetlights so we could see where we were
going, but this part of the town seemed to retire early. The streets were all but empty, and
it was very quiet. “Thank you, Jason.”

“I had a wonderful time too,” I smiled. “And you’re welcome.” She sidled closer to

me and took my hand in hers. Her shoulder rubbed up against mine. She sighed…it
sounded as if it was happily…and we walked along in silence for a while.

“Why did you do this?” she asked as we rounded a corner.

“I told you.”
“And you expect me to believe that?” she chuckled.
“Well, we did get cheeseburgers, after all,” I said. “But the truth is, I wanted to get to

know you off of the island.”

“And why would you want to do that?” she asked. “Wasn’t what you were getting on

the island enough?”

“At first it was,” I replied. “You’re one of the most breathtaking women I’ve ever

met, and I got to do some things with you that I’d only dreamed of before.”

“I’m sure,” she snickered. The tone of her voice was odd. She sounded hurt.
“You got under my skin, Alison,” I went on. “Very quickly. And once you did, no,

the island wasn’t enough. I wanted to get to know you, the ‘you’ that you left on the
mainland when you came to Augustin’s island.”

“And were you able to do all that in one day?”
I stopped and turned to face her. There was some coldness in her eyes, but I thought

it was covering up something that she didn’t want me to see.

“No, I didn’t,” I said. I came closer, so that our faces were inches apart and looked

into those big, mysterious eyes. “I got to know you a little bit,” I said. “I want to know
more. I want to know where you live, what you do for a living, what you want out of life
and what you’re willing to put into it to get it. You keep that you hidden away when
you’re on the island. You’re still doing that here.”

“We’re going back to the island tomorrow,” she said. Now she sounded defensive.

“Just how much did you think you would find out in only one day?”

“I didn’t know how much I’d find out,” I replied. “But I had to try. Now I have to try

some more. I want to come and see you when we’re both back in the States. I want to
take you out on dates. And more than anything else, I want you to trust me.”

She didn’t say anything for a minute, but something kept moving and shifting behind

her eyes.

“You’re serious,” she said at last. “You’re really, really serious.”
“Yes, I am,” I said.
The look in her eyes softened. “I have to think about that, Jason,” she said. “I might

have to think about that for a long time.”

“How long?”

“I don’t know,” she shook her head. “I don’t know.” Now she looked down so I
couldn’t see her face clearly. “I don’t know,” she repeated. We were still holding hands. I
put my other arm around her and just held her for a while.

We were no longer holding hands when we got to the hostel, but Alison was close by

my side, still carrying her little electric-blue hippo. I got each of us a bed for the night,
and Alison gave me a quick, sisterly hug before she went to the women’s dorm. When I
got to my bed I found that much of the room was occupied by some amateur soccer team
that must have won its latest game because they were all mildly, happily drunk. While
some of them had already dropped off to sleep, there was still a bit too much noise for
me. I went back outside and sat down on the steps that led up to the building, out of the
way of any traffic. I’d picked up a couple of small cigars earlier, and now I decided to
smoke one. I’m not sure what was in it, but it tasted more like gunpowder than tobacco.

“Hey.”
I looked up and saw Cindy Jones standing nearby.
“Hey yourself,” I replied.

“Mind if I join you?” she asked.
“No, not at all,” I answered. “Have a seat.”
“Don’t mean to bother you,” she said as she sat down next to me. “I’m just feeling a

little lonely, and you’re a familiar face. You got any more of those cigars?”

I handed her one and she thanked me.
“Don’t thank me until you’ve tried it,” I warned. She laughed.
“I’ve had one of these before,” she said as she lit up. “Doesn’t faze me.” She took a

drag, blew out a cloud of acrid smoke and coughed mildly. “I ran into Alison,” she said.
“What is it between you two?”

“What do you mean?” I asked.
“You told me you were brother and sister, but the two of you don’t look anything

alike.”

“Different mothers,” I shrugged.
“Different fathers too, I’ll bet,” she chuckled. “Look, I don’t mean to pry, and I don’t

care why you gave me that story, but if you two are really brother and sister the two of
you are having some really naughty thoughts about each other.”

“What do you mean?” I looked at her.
“Hey, I’ve seen how you look at her when you think she doesn’t see, and I’ve seen

how she looks at you when she thinks you don’t see. Don’t bullshit me, okay?”
“All right,” I conceded. “We’re not brother and sister.”

“Mind if I tell you something?” Cindy blew out another cloud of smoke.
“No, not really,” I replied. I was sure she’d go ahead and tell me anyway.
“I’m like ninety per cent sure that the two of you are already sleeping together,” she

began. “That’s cool. She’s a real pretty woman, and you’re not a bad-looking guy in a
kinda geeky sorta way.”

“Is that a compliment?”
“Hey, I wouldn’t kick you out of bed,” she laughed. “But I can see that you’ve really

got it bad for her. And I think she’s got it really bad for you too, but you’ve got her all
confused somehow. It’s like she doesn’t know what to expect from you, and she’s not
used to that kinda situation.”

“You came out here to tell me this?”
“No, I came out here to get some air. This just kinda happened. I’m studying

anthropology. I always liked to watch people and study them. You two are a very
interesting couple.”

“You’re minoring in psychology?” I asked.
“No, film school,” she replied. She flicked the butt of her little cigar away into the

street. “Stick with it, pal,” she told me as she got up. “I think she’s worth it. I think you
are too. Thanks again for the burgers and fries.” She gave me a little wink before she
turned away.

“Hey,” I called out. She stopped and turned back.
“I know a trick,” I said.
“Yeah? What is it?”
“I can tell that you grew up somewhere in Ohio or western Pennsylvania.”
She frowned, then smiled. “Hey, yeah. Wheeling, West Virginia actually. How did

you know that?”

“I’ll tell you the next time I see you, Cindy.” Her smile widened.
“Deal,” she said, and then she had gone.

Chapter Twelve

When we returned to the dock the next morning we found that Augustin had sent his

own personal boat to pick us up. It was a small cabin cruiser, and it didn’t attract any
more attention in a sea full of similar boats than the fishing boat had. Augustin lived very
well, but he had an aversion to showing off his wealth. He had told me once that such
display only caused trouble, and if an inconspicuous boat did all of the things he needed
or wanted it to do, why use a conspicuous one? I was glad of his consideration, because
the wind was stronger today, the sea choppier, and it threatened to rain. Alison and I
made ourselves comfortable below decks, where we discovered that Augustin had even
seen to it that a light breakfast was provided. The boat started out almost immediately
after we had boarded. It was clear once we had cleared the small harbor that this ride was
going to be rougher than the previous one. Alison did not have much to say on the trip. In
fact, she dozed off once or twice on the way, waking only when we hit a particularly
rough stretch of sea. I didn’t mind, because she fell asleep against me. Neither of us had
brought a change of clothes, so we were both dressed as we had been, and every so often
the rolling of the boat would press her against me and remind me…as if I needed the
reminding…that Alison was braless under her shirt. I did no more than put my arm
around her. I’ve had worse boat rides. The small crew tended to the boat and left us in
private. I was content.

When we arrived at the island, instead of tying up at the southern dock we went

around to the north side of the island and tied up at Augustin’s private dock. Well, it was
his boat, and he could park it wherever he wanted on his island. What surprised me was
that he greeted us in person when we landed.

“Well, my friends,” he said with a smile. “How was your journey?”
“Quite pleasant, thank you,” I replied. Alison merely smiled and nodded assent. She

was still sleepy, and didn’t seem to be up for conversation. She stayed close to me as we
climbed the long flight of wooden steps up towards the villa, but when we reached the
top she pulled away.

“I have to go do some things,” she said. She sounded very somber, unlike her usual

self. “If you gentlemen would excuse me?”

“But of course,” Augustin nodded. This time I merely nodded assent. Alison gave

Augustin a quick, European peck on his cheek, gave me a wan little smile, and went off.

“Well, my friend?” Augustin turned to me once Alison was well out of earshot. I

shrugged.

“Who can tell what a woman is really thinking?” I asked. “I thought that it went

well, even better than I had hoped for, but she is a very different person when she is not
here. We went where I wanted to go, and we did what I wanted to do and I said what I
needed to say.”

“And?”
“And now it seems that I must wait until Alison makes up her mind.”
“What do you think she will decide?” Augustin tilted his head slightly to the left. He

only did that when he asked questions that were very important to him.

“I do not know,” I answered. “I am not even sure if she knows yet.”
“My friend,” Augustin put his hand on my shoulder as we walked along. “Let me tell

you something of import. It concerns our Alison.”

“Yes?” I wondered what it could possibly be.

“You have seen my island, and most of its attractions. The women who come here

are all lovely, are they not?”

“They are indeed,” I agreed.
“And Alison,” he sighed, “Alison is one of the loveliest of all. She is also one of the

most complex, and I often worry about her.”

“Worry about her?” I asked. “Why would you do that?”
“I believe that every woman has some sort of computer inside of her. It adds up the

number of men that she has, shall we say, been intimate with. Each woman also has an
internal limit for that. When she exceeds that limit, the computer takes over and sends her
on a self-destructive path. Some women have very high limits. Some have very low ones.
After my time with Dorcas, I have come to believe that, in spite of her cravings for
adventure, her limit is quite low. So I must treat her very carefully and considerately
when she is here. That will not be difficult for me, for I have grown very fond of her.
Which brings me to our Alison.”

“Please tell me,” I said.
“Alison has been coming here for some time,” he went on. “Whether she knows it or

not, she is looking for something when she is here. I do not know what she does when she
is elsewhere, and I will not ask her. But I had noticed, even last year, that she appeared to
be coming very close to her internal limit. Most women are aware when they are doing
that, but Alison was so intent on her search that I think she was ignoring the warnings. I
became very concerned for her well-being. She and I have not been intimate for some
time, but I will always have a place in my heart for her.”

“I am not sure that I understand,” I told him.
“You are an uncommonly intelligent man,” Augustin responded. “I am certain that

you will soon. I had hoped that you would notice Alison on the day of the party.”

“How could a man not notice her?” I said. Augustin laughed.
“Yes, indeed. But you not only noticed her, you approached her.”
“As so many other men must have, I’m sure.”
“Yes. And she appeared to reject you, did she not?”
“It certainly felt like a rejection at the time,” I agreed.
“Yes. But you also stood your ground and told her what you thought before you left.

When I spoke with her afterwards, that was what she most clearly remembered about
you. And, with her assent, I arranged for you to meet her again under different
circumstances. I had weighed your character long before, my friend, and I had hopes that
you would act almost exactly as you have done. I have done what I could. You have done
what you could. Now it is up to Alison. She needs a man, a strong man, who can give her
what she needs and wants so badly, so that she will stay with him and not exceed her
limit. I was on the point of considering not inviting her next year for fear that that limit
would be exceeded. If that happened, she would still be Alison, but she would be an
irretrievably damaged Alison. Now do you understand?”

I stopped. “Are you telling me that you arranged all this?” I asked.
“I arranged nothing, my friend,” Augustin replied. “Except for setting up the

conditions. Are you angry with me?”

“No, of course not,” I assured him. “How could I ever be angry with you? But I am

dumbfounded to be told all this.”

“Dumb…” Augustin frowned as he struggled with the unfamiliar word. “Ah, I

understand! Yes, I imagine that you would be. I must go now. There are some things that
I must see to. I hope to see you later in the day…with Alison.”

“That is my hope as well,” I told him.
I went back to my room. I had not slept well last night, partly because of my own

inner turmoil, partly because of the Spartan accommodations and partly because some of
my inebriated dorm mates would not go to sleep themselves. I hoped that they were all
suffering massive hangovers this morning. I laid down on my bed and took a nap. When I
awoke again, it was early afternoon. I showered and changed and settled down to try to
read one of the books I had brought along with me. It was still difficult for me to
concentrate, so when someone knocked on my door I welcomed the interruption. Instead
of asking who it was I got up and opened it.

Alison stood there in he hallway, just out of my reach. She had also showered and

changed and put on some makeup. She was wearing that revealing dress that I had first
seen her in, and standing in almost exactly the same pose so that the side of her breast
was exposed, as was all of her long, golden thigh. She wore almost the exact same
expression as well. The impact was stunning.

“May I come in?” she asked.
“Not like that,” I replied. When I came out into the hallway, she did not back away at

all. Her eyes were challenging now, not cold. But they widened and changed when I
reached up to the neck of her dress and roughly yanked it open, pulling the material down
to her waist. She tried to hold her pose, but now her eyes were big and humid, her mouth
open, her breathing heavy and loud. I put my hand on her waist, where the dress had its
last Velcro fastening and looked into her eyes as I pulled it apart, slowly and deliberately.
It slid to the floor, and she whimpered. Her arms moved as if she wanted to embrace me,
but she was hesitant. I gripped her by her hair and pulled her into my room, slamming the
door shut behind us. Then I took her in my arms. She was trembling violently now,
panting and gasping. There was no coldness in her eyes, only something powerful,
unfathomable and desperate as she looked up at me. I kept one arm around her waist and
brought my other hand up to the back of her head and pulled her close for a kiss. I put all
of my frustrated passion into that kiss. For a moment, she neither resisted nor helped, and
then she melted against me, her arms going around me as she returned my kiss with
interest. I heard her whimper one last time.

“Who am I?” I asked as I broke the kiss. Both of us were huffing and puffing now.

“Who am I?”

“Master,” she murmured, her expression soft and sensual. “Dear master.”
“No,” I shook my head. “What is my name? Say it!”
She smiled. “Jason,” she crooned. “Dear Jason.”
I kissed her again, hard and long, and she returned all my ardor with interest. I would

have let that kiss go on forever, but eventually we both had to breathe. I looked down at
her face. I saw a tear trickle down her cheek.

“I love you, Alison,” I told her. “I need you.” She let out a cry from what sounded

like the depths of her soul and buried her face in my chest an instant before she began
crying. It was no soft and gentle weeping, but something more like an emotional
earthquake, full of tears and sobs and unashamed bawling, and yet it did not sound as if it
was born of sadness. I simply held her close to me, stroking her head and telling her that
it was all right, over and over again until she had cried herself out. When she looked up at

me again her makeup was an utter mess, her eyes were red, and she was still racked by
little hiccupping sobs. She was still beautiful, still desirable, still Alison, but an Alison
transformed. She kissed me, a small, quick, shy kiss and waited for me to make the next
move.

I picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. I did not even take the time to turn

down the bedcovers as I laid her down on it. She pulled me down before I could back
away. I had wanted to take my clothes off, but she did not seem to want to wait for even
the little time that that would take. She clung to me desperately, holding me fast with her
arms and long, strong legs.

“Please, Jason,” she panted. “Please, Master. Please!”
It was very difficult to unfasten my pants under the circumstances, especially since

by now I was as desperate as she was, but somehow I managed. Later I could recall very
little of what actually happened before I pinned her down by her shoulders and rammed
my cock deep inside of her. She shrieked and struggled free of my hands, wrapping
herself around me again with a strength I hadn’t known she possessed. Her pussy
contracted around my cock as she started moving her hips, faster and faster. Her mouth
sought mine. I let her do as she pleased, for all of my own strength and determination was
going into fucking her, hard and long and deep. I heard her moaning an instant before I
came.

***

“Mmmmm…” Alison purred as my hands gently fondled her breasts. “That feels so

good.”

“Yes, it does,” I agreed wholeheartedly. We were lying on my bed spoon fashion,

Alison’s sweet round ass thrust up against my groin. I had taken the time to undress, but
we were still lying on top of the bedcovers. I felt pleasantly tired and comfortably limp,
content for the moment just to hold Alison and occasionally kiss her neck or ears or
shoulders. I sought out the little tattoo on the back of her neck and kissed it as well.

“I love you, Jason,” she murmured. “I need you, Master.”
“Will you see me when we are off of the island?”
“Yessss…” she purred. “Please don’t make me wait too long for that. I couldn’t

stand to wait.”

“Neither could I.” I kissed the side of her neck. I let my fingers tickle her nipples and

she thrust her hips against me and wriggled. It was still too soon for me to be ready again,
but I loved the feeling.

I ran a hand slowly through her hair to confirm something I had begun to suspect.

The first day I had seen her I’d been struck by her elaborate hair coloring, ranging from
pale, pale blonde at the front to tawny golden brown at the nape of her neck. Now I
studied the roots of her hair and saw no hint of any color change anywhere. I was no
expert on such things, but I knew that after a couple of days there should be at least a
trace of her hair’s natural color, if her hair had been dyed.

“Yes,” she answered before I could even ask the question. “That’s my natural hair

color. I have to wear a wig when I’m out or I attract too much attention.”

“It’s beautiful,” I told her. I had seen something like it only once before. There was a

sales rep, a woman, whose hair was as black and glossy as a raven’s wing, but from the
middle of the back of her head on down it was bright silver. When I complimented her on

the effect, she had smiled and thanked me and told me that it was completely natural. I
believed her.

“Thank you,” Alison murmured. It sounded as if she was drifting off to sleep. We

said nothing more, and I held her close until she had drifted off. Then I got up and slowly
and carefully turned down the bed covers. I could not help moving Alison when I did
that, but she didn’t waken. I retrieved her leather collar and gently buckled it around her
neck before I climbed back into bed with her and pulled the covers up over us. I fell
asleep feeling the warmth of her body close to mine.

***

It was early evening, sliding lazily into night, when Alison and I left my room to join

Augustin and some chosen guests on the big patio at the rear of his villa. Alison still wore
her collar, but I had not put the cuffs on her wrists and ankles. I would do that later, in the
privacy of my room. I did not put the leash on her either, but I had dressed her in one of
my white dress shirts, leaving the top three buttons undone so that her collar was clearly
visible. In a way the outfit was more arousing than full nudity. The shirttails came down
to mid-thigh, but it was still possible to catch glimpses of her ass or pussy at times. Paul
was there with Erika, who was naked, collared, cuffed and leashed. She seemed quite
proud of her condition, flaunting her spectacular body. Paul seemed to be holding up
well. There were other guests there as well, but I did not know any of them well, and all
of the women I had seen before, plus two new ones who stood flanking Dorcas. They all
wore nearly transparent shifts, except for Dorcas, who was naked, her hands tied behind
her with dark rope. She also had a small bit gag wedged into her mouth. She didn’t seem
to be quite so uncomfortable being naked in front of so many people as she had been. In
fact, she seemed excited about something.

“What is this?” I whispered to Alison as she stood next to me, holding my arm.
“Ssh,” she responded. “You’ll see. Just watch.”
Augustin arrived and sat down on a chair that had been taken from inside. Irina

followed him, carrying what looked like a padded footstool. I think you call something
like that an ottoman, but I’m not sure. She put it down at Augustin’s feet and then
scurried away.

Augustin nodded, and the two women escorting Dorcas brought her forward until she

was standing by the footstool. At another signal from Augustin, they helped her to kneel
down and then bent her over so that her body was resting on it. Dorcas raised her head to
look up at Augustin. She seemed to be looking for reassurance from him. He leaned
forward and took her face in his hands and said something to her that I could not hear.

Now Pappas pushed through the crowd, carrying a small case. An electric cord

trailed out behind him. He knelt down next to Dorcas and brushed her hair out of the
way. I saw that a small patch on the back of her neck had been shaved clean. Dorcas
whimpered, and Augustin said something to her again.

I watched as Pappas deftly tattooed the back of Dorcas’ neck. I’ve never had a tattoo,

but I’m given to understand that the process can be painful. Dorcas wriggled and
whimpered as Pappas worked, but Augustin never let go of her and she never really
fought all that hard. The people, men and women, crowded around the scene watched in
silence. Alison rested her head on my shoulder and sighed as she rubbed her cheek gently
against me. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that her eyes were closed. I let my

fingertips brush against her thigh, and she sighed again. I began to hope that this
ceremony would not take much longer.

Finally, Pappas finished his task with a flourish. The crowd applauded as Augustin

helped Dorcas to her feet and turned her to face the crowd as he untied her hands. She
still looked uneasy, but not quite so much as before. She even managed a shaky little
smile when Augustin put his arm around her.

The ceremony broke up. Augustin led Dorcas away back into the villa…and

presumably to his quarters. Alison slipped away from me and went to pick up the rope
that had bound Dorcas. She brought it back to me, smiling, her hips swaying as she
walked like a metronome.

“Here, Master,” she said, holding out the rope to me. I took it without quite knowing

what I was going to do with it. Then she bowed to me. The shirt, already far too large for
her, sagged open, giving me a most appealing view for a moment. She straightened and
turned her back to me, crossing her wrists behind her. I would not turn down an offer like
that. I tied her hands tightly, cinching and knotting carefully. Alison stood proudly the
whole time, her shoulders drawn back, her chin held high. I realized that some of the
crowd had lingered, and they were watching us. It occurred to me that Alison and I had
just staged a little ceremony of our own. I also realized that she had called me ‘master’
loudly enough for all to hear.

My first impulse was to lead her back to my room, but it was a beautiful evening and

the moon was high overhead. So I turned Alison around to face me and kissed her in front
of everybody before I took her by her arm and led her away across the lawn towards the
shelter of some trees. She went with me willingly, even eagerly, though she was barefoot
and in the dark she couldn’t see things that might bruise her feet. Once or twice she
limped or whimpered, but she kept up with me until we were well into the woods. I took
her in my arms and kissed her again. She opened her mouth for my tongue, and used her
own to duel with it. I kept at it until I felt like I was going to burst. She let out a startled
little yelp when I tore the shirt open and yanked it down off of her shoulders. I gripped
her by her hair and held her as still as I could while the fingers of my other hand slid up
into her pussy, probing and prying. She was hot and wet, and probably had been for a
while. She was also wonderfully sensitive, and couldn’t help twitching and squirming and
moaning as I manipulated her to orgasm. I was rough and crude about it, which only
seemed to arouse Alison even more. She shivered and shuddered and gasped and panted,
and then at the ultimate moment she erupted in shrieks and squeals. I was sure that she
could be heard all the way back at the villa. I kept working away at her pussy, gripping
her hair so tight that it had to hurt, and soon I was rewarded with another round of shrieks
as I made her come again.

She was gasping and trembling when I slid my fingers out of her. I held them up and

sniffed them, then held them up to Alison’s lips. She was almost oblivious to the world
now, but she quickly took my fingers in her mouth and sucked and licked them clean. She
sagged to her knees when I finally released my grip, still panting and gasping, her head
hanging down, a picture of loveliness and submission. I knelt down behind her and
pushed her legs apart with my knees. Then I bent her over until her face was touching the
ground. She whimpered and struggled feebly as I slid my cock in and out of her pussy,
but before long she was moaning as I fucked her. She made a querulous little noise when
I pulled my cock out of her completely, and stiffened when she felt my thumbs spreading
her ass cheeks. She knew what was coming next. As I slowly forced my cock into her

anus she shuddered and began moaning again. She kept moaning as I slid, slowly and
inexorably, all the way in, up to my balls. Now she started panting ‘oh, God, oh, God,
Oh, God,’ over and over as I just held her in place, savoring it all. And then I began
thrusting, and she shrieked.

Chapter Thirteen

I’d never been to New Orleans before. I had been to Houston more than once, and

been reliably told that New Orleans was even hotter and more humid, but it was mid-Fall
now, and I didn’t think it could be too bad now. I would have come there in the middle of
August anyway, because I was coming to see Alison. She had haunted my mind ever
since our parting on Augustin’s island, and even our constant e-mails back and forth and
our online camera chats had only served to make me miss her all the more. I debarked
from the plane and went to the baggage area, which was where we had agreed to meet.

This time I recognized her right away. She was wearing jeans and a bright red

blouse, as she’d said she would, and that wig she always wore in public. She waved and
smiled as she saw me approaching. Then she looked around at the sparse crowd and
seemed to shrug. The next thing I knew she had doffed the wig and was looking straight
at me with the most dazzling smile I had ever seen on a woman’s face.

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