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 The number was an answering machine. She felt quite apprehensive about
the whole affair at first, what with all the crime in big cities. But
she figured that a criminal wouldn't say that the activity was on his
private island. She surmised it was for real. So she called. The
message said to wait by the phone and a reply would come in about 2
hours. Sure enough the call came. She was told to ask for a Mr.
Alexander Davis at the Chateau Bleau Restaurant, a new and very high
class place she had heard rave reviews about.

The occasion would be formal and she was to dress appropriately. She
contemplated how much this Mr. Alexander would need to examine of her.
She decided that he might want to see her naked or at least partially
unclothed so she kept her outfit simple but sharp. First the bra would
be black lace, followed by a pair of black lace panties to match. The
pink of her nipples could just barely be seen through the lace and the
blonde bush provided a very pleasant contrast to the harshness of the
black panties. Yes, that would do nicely. At this point she applied a
bit of rouge to her cheeks, and a dark red lipstick that together added
a very nice touch of color to her face. She looked in the mirror and
decided her eyes needed a bit of work. She gently brushed a small
amount of mascara to build her lashed and added a bit of dark gray eye
shadow to make her eyes look mysterious and lovely.

Next she got out her last pair of black stockings and put them on,
along with a garter belt to hold them in place against her luscious
thighs. Her blouse buttoned in front and was of a black silk. She
allowed as much cleavage to show as she dared. The skirt was of a gray
tweed that covered her to just above the knees. She put on a pair of 5
inch spikes and as a final touch added a bit of jewelry, a nice pair of
gold pendent earrings and a ring or two, a bracelet, and a gold chain
necklace.

Ally added a bit of perfume here and there and took one final look in
the mirror.

"Knock em dead!" she heard herself say.

Ally was Allison Medina, a freelance journalist who had a fair amount
of success getting a few magazine articles published, just enough to
live on. She was 24 years old, long blonde hair, and well proportioned.
She was 5' 8" tall and weighed 140 lbs. She had a body that would make
any high priced model jealous. Her blonde hair came half way down her
back and was full bodied.

She came from a very strict Catholic family. Her father passed away
only 3 years ago from lung cancer. She watched him suffer for a long
time and it took a large toll on her as she could do little to ease his
pain. She did give up smoking shortly after his death. She really never
enjoyed it that much anyway. It was just a way to take the edge off a
rough day. Her mother was a classic German family matriarch, dominating
her life and making her into a very respectable woman. She owed much to
her. She had one sister, Janet, just 2 years younger than her who had
married when she was 16 and had given birth to twin girls at the age of
17.

Then just five weeks ago tragedy struck. It was a rainy night on a
well-traveled stretch of the L.A. Expressway.
Janet and her husband Frank had taken her mother, and the twins to
Disneyland. On the way back, a tractor trailer carrying a load of
propane jackknifed just as it was entering a tunnel, the same tunnel
that the van carrying Janet and her family was in. The whole thing blew
sky high and killed them and twenty-six other people. She had no one to
turn to, no friends to lean on, no lover, no boyfriend. She was alone,
trying to survive and not doing a very good job at it. Maybe this was
her way out of her misery.

For the next several weeks she tried to concentrate on her work, that
of taking pictures of costume jewelry for a Los Angeles jeweler's
catalog. One of the models liked to read bondage magazines and brought
one into the studio that Ally rented. Ally really enjoyed the bondage
pictures and thought it would be fun to be bound like the pictures
portrayed.

So, Ally began to search for erotic book stores. She really only wanted
to read the stories at this point. She bought an underground newspaper
and read the article about the island. She fell in love with the idea
almost immediately. She really never could accept thinking for herself
since her mother always did her thinking for her.
She was certain that if she allowed herself to become a slave that
someone else would control her and the decisions would be made for her.
Yes, this is what she wanted.

She further contemplated the meeting. Ally admitted to herself that she
was a bit anxious. No, she was scared to death. As she entered the
restaurant she felt a sense of foreboding. She feared going through
with this meeting.
But she felt something inside spurring her on. It was fear, curiosity,
passion, and several other emotions all rolled up into one incredible
rush. She was reminded of the daredevil and why they did what they did.
As they longed for that feeling of ultimate fear and ecstacy just a
split second before they cheat death one more time, so Allison Medina
walked into the jaws of the unknown to meet her fate. She wanted the
unknown.

*****
As Ally approaches the entrance to the dining room she felt the anxiety
balling up in her abdomen. Upon entering the dining room she almost
turned right around and left. But something inside said that she must
go on. She forced herself to approach the Maitre'd. The maitre'd
spotted her.

"May I help madam," he said with a wide smile.

"Yes," she beamed back, "I was told to meet a Mr. Alexander Davis. Has
he arrived yet?"

"The fact is Miss...?" the maitre'd said.

"Medina, Allison Medina," she said with a smile. She always liked being
treated with class.

"The fact is Miss Medina, Mr. Davis has been here since early this
afternoon. You see, he owns this establishment."

"Oh my! I had no idea!" she exclaimed.

"Mr. Davis is currently in the executive dining room. Would you please
come with me Miss Allison. By the way you may call me Andre if you
wish."

"Thank you Andre. Please lead the way."

She was led through an exquisitely decorated dining room. The room was
carpeted with a short pile rug, which partially muffled the sounds of
her heels. The walls were decorated with fine paintings and sculptures
of various designs. As Ally passed one of the paintings she couldn't
help noticing the signature, Picasso! These couldn't be real though
could they?

People from only the highest standing dined here. There were even a few
celebrities scattered through the room. She tapped Andre on the
shoulder. "Isn't that Don Johnson over there with his wife? It is!" she
squealed, " Do you think he'd mind if I got an autograph?"

Andre looked annoyed. The expression said it all and was punctuated by
a small but firm shake of the head.

"Oh well, perhaps some other time," she lamented.

She was led into a long corridor that ended at a 'T'. As they entered
the hallway the carpet was replaced by a parquet floor. The heels made
a delicious sound on the parquet and it aroused her senses. However
these senses were a distraction from the task at hand, controlling her
fear. She almost let that wave of fear overcome her when the turned
right at the 'T' and came to a huge pair of ornately carved wooded
doors.

Andre opened both doors and announced Ally's arrival.

There was no going back now. Ally stepped forward into the room. She
was immediately impressed by the size of the room. It was some eighty
feet long and twenty forty feet wide with a forty foot long series of
heavy oak tables down its center. Chairs were lined up along the walls
as well as the sides of the tables. At the very far end of the tables
was one large chair almost like a throne. There was a single door at
the far end to the left of center and Ally assumed this to be a closet.
She was correct. The double doors she had just entered were the only
way in (and the only way out, she thought).

The fear began anew. Again it was quenched by a tall handsome man who
proffered his hand as he greeted Ally.

"Miss Medina? Hi, I'm Alexander Davis. Please come in."

"Allison Medina, glad to meet you," she said.

That statement from her was more than just common courtesy. She really
was glad to meet him. Before her stood a six foot, four inch specimen
of the perfect male body. It was all she could do to keep her eyes from
popping out of her head!

Alexander Davis was a tall handsome man about six foot four, well
built. He possessed sandy brown hair, obviously sun bleached, perhaps
from the island climate Ally thought. His complexion was nicely tanned
from head to toe. He was wearing a three piece business suit. The vest
and jacket were of fine blue gray silk and contrasted well with his
tanned features. Ally wondered if he had tan lines.

Davis wasn't exactly having an easy time of it either. He stared for
the longest time at Ally. From head to toe she was exquisite. His eyes
focused on her heels. They looked nice. He always had a thing for
heels. It really turned him on.

Ally entered the room and followed Alexander to the far end of the
room. She then noticed two more people in the room, a man and a woman.
The man was standing near the large chair at the end of the table. The
woman was seated on the far side of the table at the very end.
She had a few stacks of papers just to her left arranged neatly on the
table.

As they reached the end of the table Andre spoke.

"Will you be ordering dinner sir?" he said.

"Miss Medina, would you like a nice dinner, My treat?"

"Actually I'm not very hungry at the moment. The situation has made me
a bit nervous and I've kind of lost my appetite."

"I can understand your nervousness. Let me assure you that at any time
you wish, you may walk out of here no questions asked. No one will stop
you. Does that help any?"

Ally pondered the statement for a moment. "Yes it does help a bit."

"But not that much. I understand. Since you are not hungry at the
moment perhaps I can offer you a drink?
We have an excellent wine cellar. Andre, bring us a bottle of Chablis.
You choose..."

"No, please. Ahh... alcohol doesn't appeal to me at the moment. Could I
just have a glass of ice water. My throat is terribly dry."

"Sure, no problem. Andre, bring a pitcher of ice water. We can save the
wine for another time," Alexander said.
As Andre left the room Alexander introduce the other two people.

"This is Felix. Felix is my right hand man. He consults me on almost
every matter that comes up regarding the island. I like to think of him
as the guy who keeps me from making an ass out of myself," Alexander
said with a big laugh.

"Sometimes you succeed in making an ass out of yourself anyway. I can't
perform miracles!" said Felix as he gave Alexander a comical stare.

Felix was about five feet, four inches tall and very muscular. He was
semi balding and about 30 years of age. He wore a gray business suit
that didn't fit very
well. He was not very handsome and carried a little bit of a paunch up
front.

"And this is Susan. Susan is my expert in recruitment and will assist
in the matter at hand."

Susan smiled at this through lovely dark red lips. She remained seated
and said nothing. Susan was five feet, nine inches tall with jet black
hair. Other than the lipstick, she wore very little make-up, the small
amount of rouge on her cheeks being the most distinguishing color.
She wore a bright red silk blouse and no jewelry except for a pair of
small gold earrings. Ally couldn't see below the table so didn't know
that Susan was wearing a pair of black six inch spiked heel boots that
came up to just below the knee and was also clad in a mid length black
leather skirt. Ally didn't know this woman very well but she sensed
that she was the greatest threat to her well being.
She couldn't be more correct.

"Please have a seat," Alexander pointed to the chair at the end of the
table directly opposite Susan.

At that moment Andre returned with the water. He immediately poured a
glass for Ally, then looked around to see if anyone else would like a
glass. Alexander signalled for a glass. Susan and Felix declined. Andre
pours a glass and gives it to Alexander.

"Will you be needing me anymore, sir?" Andre asks.

"No, and thank you Andre," says Alexander.

Andre leaves the room and closes the double doors.
At that moment Felix heads towards the doors and stands guard so to
speak. Ally looks at Alexander with concern in her eyes.

"Felix will simply stop anyone from coming in. The offer is still good.
If you wish to leave you still may. No one will stop you."

"A toast. To the pursuit of happiness!" Alexander states, offering his
glass in tribute.

"To the pursuit of happiness!" Ally repeats with a big laugh as she
gently clinks glasses with Alexander's. They both take a long swallow
of the ice water. It tastes wonderful. Alexander is laughing as well.

"Feel better now?" asks Alexander.

"Quite." A huge grin has emerged across Ally's face and she finally
feels at ease.

"Then let's begin. As I said my name is Alexander Davis. I own this
hotel as well as 12 others in various cities in the U. S. I also have a
few more abroad in several English speaking countries. I was raised by
strict parents who died along with my four brothers in a plane crash
when I was 17. I am now 28. The lawsuit victory and insurance
settlement from the crash provided me with the initial capital of 5
million dollars, which I put into some very wise investments. When I
was 22, the stock market crashed. But I had taken many wise
investments, called trading short, that actually pay off when stocks go
down.
This made me a very rich man. My two and a half million dollars in
investments turned into one and a half billion overnight! Now over the
last six years I've accumulated an even greater amount of wealth. To be
honest with you I don't know how much I'm worth. Perhaps eight billion,
maybe more."

Susan spoke. "I believe it's closer to 12 billion Al."

"Thank you Susan, 12 billion. And since when did we get so personal!"
He rebuffed Susan.

Susan immediately lowered her eyes to the table and said, "Sorry sir. I
lost my composure for a moment."

"Susan, I forgive you. Now let me continue."

"Now where was I? Oh, yes. I guess I have 12 billion in various
businesses as well as capital throughout the world."

"When I first got the money, many investment brokers recommended real
estate. I purchased several pieces of property and did quite well. One
of the properties I purchased was an Island in the Pacific about three
hundred miles southwest of Los Angeles. My tastes being of the sexual
dominance ticket, I began looking up ways to fulfill my fantasies. I
read Anne Rice's Beauty series, and her book Exit to Eden. Also I used
various computer networks to gather additional ideas. The mental aspect
of training was best illustrated in the 'Story of O' by Pauline Reage.
It was from all these sources that I created my own version of 'Fantasy
Island.'"

On this island are two villages and one palace. Of course I reside in
the palace. In one village all the women are slaves. In the other all
the men are slaves. In the palace there is a mixture of both. Also the
palace is where the initiation and training takes place. Only
experienced slaves are sent to the villages. We currently have over two
thousand inhabitants approximately twelve hundred of which are slaves."

Upon hearing the talk of the island Ally's fears reemerged, but so did
that desire for the rush of the danger.

"Let me get this straight. The ad is for sex slaves?
You want me to become a sex slave?" Ally seemed astonished. She
realized that she shouldn't have been.

Perhaps it was just her ego's last ditch effort to prevent Ally from
giving into her desires. Ally had read the ad. It was clear as day and
she knew it even before she set foot into the restaurant that she
desired to be controlled, as her mother controlled her all her life,
she admitted to herself.

"You seem surprised at what's expected. Let me begin formally in the
manner in which I originally planned this meeting. Susan, if you
please," he said.

Upon this note Susan relaxed and took a few sheets of the papers that
were on the table. She handed identical copies to Alexander. It was a
checklist of sorts. Alexander took out two pens handing one to Susan.

"Before we begin let me preface this meeting with the following
statement." he said as he looked directly at Ally, "Everything that is
presented to you will be as truthful and as up front as we can possibly
be. Should you accept the offer we present you will know everything up
front. We will attempt to hide nothing. Understand?"

"Yes," she said in almost a whisper.

"Good. But be forewarned that the descriptions of what takes place,
what you need to do, or what will be done to you could be quite graphic
and probably quite upsetting. Is this clear?"

"Yes," Ally was visibly shaking now. Alexander saw it.

"Ally, your shaking like a leaf. Take a sip of water and take a deep
breath."

She did this and the shaking stopped. She took a second deep breath and
in an apologetic manner spoke, "I'm sorry. I guess I lost my composure
too."

Susan smiled.

Alex spoke again consoling her. "Hey, your allowed, OK. What the ad is
offering is a very unusual situation.
This is one hundred percent voluntary. And don't worry about me not
filling the position if you drop out. There are millions who would give
their eye teeth for this opportunity. Now do you wish to end this
meeting and leave or do you want to hear more? I need to know now or
we'd both be wasting our time going any further."

Ally was being mentally torn in two by the desire to escape and the
longing for the passion should she continue. In reality she only
hesitated for a moment but for her the debate in her mind seemed to
continue on for hours. What would be expected of her. She'd read all
the books Alexander had mentioned and had a good idea that she would be
abused, humiliated and tortured. But these thoughts began to take on a
different meaning as the debate continued. She feared but could not
run. The desire for the passion was too great. Ally pulled a large
nugget of willpower from her most secret vaults within her mind. "I'll
stay!" Upon saying this Ally sat up with conviction. She had backbone
and willpower and she wanted to display it. She wasn't a slave yet and
she might as well use up the last vestiges of backbone and willpower
she had left. Before long, she realized that willpower would be as
worthless as a three-dollar bill.

"Excellent Ally. I believe you've conquered that last bit of anxiety.
Now let us continue...."

"I have here a copy of the ad that you responded to. I will now read it
aloud."

"In need of a female subject for long term training program on my
private island. Subject must be natural blonde, slim figure, and nicely
endowed. Subject must be drug and disease free and non-smoker. S&M, B&D
are involved. Subject must be willing to stay on island for extended
period of time...."

"Ally, I am now going to ask you many questions. If we cannot resolve
each question I will in all likelyhood reject you for admittance.
Should you refuse to answer even one question you will be rejected.
Many questions will involve your personal life and very private
matters.
Regardless, you must answer them as truthfully as possible, no matter
how humiliating or upsetting the answer may be. Understand?"

"Yes, OK."

"Now first an easy question. Are you a natural blonde," he asks.

"Yes."

"Excellent. Have you ever used illegal drugs? There are no drugs on the
island. A drug user would end up in withdrawal in a day," he warned
her.

"I don't use drugs, don't drink, and don't smoke. That should cover all
the bases there, right?" Ally was a little miffed at first but realized
Alex was really only looking out for both their interests. She let him
go on.

"OK, good. Now a bit tougher one. Do you have any sexually
transmittable diseases? And have you ever been examined for them?"

"Oh boy," she gasped. "I have never been examined."

"Then you don't know!"

"Mr. Davis. I can personally guarantee I'm clean. I've never used
drugs, and I've never had a transfusion. So I'm clean, OK?" Ally says
in an extremely agitated manner.

"Uh....Ohhhhh," Susan blurts out.

"What.......What am I missing!" Alex says in a very confused manner.
First he looks at Susan. Then he looks at Ally. Then Susan, then
Ally....

Susan speaks up next. "Sir, if I may." He nods still not grasping the
situation. "Ally dear, please answer this question, 'How long has it
been since you had a man?'"
Ally shuffles in her seat.

"Ahh........Well....Um...I kinda never.....," she blurts out
embarrassingly.

"Augh.....For crying' out loud. Are you trying to tell me your a
virgin?!!! Remember our deal, up front and truthful!" Alex is a wee bit
upset. Virgins are not in the game plan.

"I'm sorry. I was raised by a very strict mother. She kept me from the
local boys all her life. Is this going to be a problem?" Ally was
visibly concerned. She knew what was coming.

Alex spoke in a very official tone. "I'm sorry Ally. This isn't going
to work at all. We have a strict rule about virgins. You simply don't
have enough experience to make what we call an informed decision. You
see, I can explain all the things that will be done to you but that
would never even come close to what the experience would actually
feel... like. Unless you have that experience you can't make a decision
based on what having the kind of sex you'll be having on the island is
like. I'm sorry."

"Alex, your full of it!" Ally said with anger as her voice began to
crack. Soon the tears would overcome her. She had to continue, to fight
for her right. Holding back the tears as best as she could, she
swallowed hard and went on. "No one except those people on that island
of yours could know what it feels like to be a slave or master on that
island of yours. A few jumps in bed with someone isn't going to give
anyone enough experience to make a bit of difference when it's compared
with what might go on on that island! Please, don't turn me away!"

The tears were really streaming now. Alex pulled out his handkerchief
and pushed it to Ally. If Alex had one weak spot it was a woman crying.
But he had to draw the line somewhere. He couldn't take in a virgin.
And besides, who ever heard of a woman who looks like her and is 24
years old.... Of course it would be easy to find.... No, she's telling
the truth.

Susan broke the ice as Ally wiped her red swollen eyes. "She's right
you know. She really doesn't know what's involved and what these
experiences will feel like, but most of our slaves were in similar
predicaments. They just didn't know what it feels like until they
landed on the island! No one could until the are on the island."

Ally saw her chance. She could see through the tears that Alex was in a
real dilemma. She knew he was playing by rules that made no sense. He
had a willing subject. All he had to do was have an excuse to break the
rules!

"Please, don't end this. I'll do anything for your. I... I... I'll
grovel, I... I... I'll obey. I'll do anything! Please!" Ally was really
crying. Her voice was hoarse and her eyes were bright red.

"I'm sorry Ally, I can't," he said with great disappointment in his
voice. "Felix, please take Ally home."

"NNNNNNOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!........
PLEAAAAAAAASSSSEEEEE.... I've got nowhere else to goooooo........,"
Ally balled. She was now breathing heavily, hyperventilating. She was
weak from all the
emotion leaking out of her.

"Look, I came from a strict family too. Ally, look at me."
She looked up. "Now listen. I'll have Felix drive you home and we can
get your family to....."

Just then Ally's face twisted into a grotesque figure. The mascara was
running with the tears as they came down in full force. Her balling was
coming between labored breaths. If someone didn't do something she
would probably faint. Alex took her in his huge arms and held her
tight. She returned the favor and wrapped her arms around his. She
buried her face in his jacket as he did his best to comfort her.

"What did I say?!!!!" Alex asked Ally.

Ally's breathing was slowing. She was regaining control. Good. Now she
would listen. Alex pushed her ever so slightly away from him and looked
directly in her eyes as he repeated, "Ally, tell me. What did I say
that hurt you?"

Ally took a hard swallow. Alex took that as a queue.
He picked up Ally's half full glass of ice water and held it to her
lips. She thanked him. She took a deep breath and gathered up a tiny
bit of strength, just enough to make one last stand and clear the air.

"Alex, you don't understand. My parents are dead. Didn't you read the
newspaper? I really do have no one left. My mother, sister, her husband
and her twin girls.
They're all gone! I need to be taken away from all this.
Please.... You lost your parents,too. You know what I've been going
thru!"

Alex reminisced back to the day of the funeral. The two coffins laid
side by side. The priest was holding his hand.
"What am I going to do?" he asked the pastor. "They were all the family
I had!"

The priest explained as best as he could but Alex remembered the
hundreds of tears he shed for his parents. Alex could recall all the
help the father gave him as he learned to make it on his own. As he
looked back, he realized that he didn't do all that bad. But there was
no way that he was going to let Ally go through that pain alone. His
mind was practically made up.

"That wasn't in the report!" Alex said, " When did this happen?" he
asked Ally.

"A month ago. What report? What are you talking about," Ally seemed
confused.

"You see, to expedite matters we use your phone number with a special
database that one of my companies has to investigate criminal and civil
activities. I'm sorry but we have to protect ourselves."

Alex knew he was in trouble now. He had a crying girl in his arms
begging for domination, and now she had a hook into the softest flesh
he had. His heart. He could never resist a damsel in distress. But
still this had to be hashed out with Susan and Felix.

He released Ally as he said, "Ally, wait here.".

Ally did as she was told just sitting still. Something was wrong, or
was something right? She'd find out shortly.

Alex went over to a chair near the corner of the room farthest from the
double doors and placed the chair facing the near wall, directly away
from the double doors. He gestured for Ally to come near. He kissed her
on the forehead and told her to sit down. "Just stay here, Ally.
The three of us have to talk in private," he said.

With this he took up a brisk pace to the far end of the room. As he
passed Susan, she rose and followed him.

"I'm gonna take her. I'll probably hate myself but I gotta take her,"
Alex said.

Everyone had a stern look on their face.

Felix spoke. "Why! So she has no friends or family. Let's just give her
a little money and she can find friends.
A body like that! And mom ain't around anymore to keep her locked up.
She's free to date now. Admittedly a bit late on the learning curve but
with a body like that she won't have any problems."

Now it was Susan's turn. "Excuse me for saying so sir but Felix is a
pig. Here's a young girl in emotional distress like none of us have
ever known. Sorry sir, I didn't mean you. Give the girl money! She'll
go buy a .357 magnum and splatter her pretty brains all over some
wall."

"Now who's being the pig Susan?" Felix retaliated.

"Anyway, she's willing, she's got no ties to job or family. And the
virginity thing is just a bunch of crap. I say let's continue with the
interrogation, describe everything in graphic detail as we always have
and let her make the final decision. The description of what's involved
will probably scare her away anyhow," Susan argued.

"So what do you say Felix? Is Susan right?" Alex said.

Felix's face quickly showed a grimace that slowly melted into a smile.
"Lady, I'd love to argue with you, but your absolutely correct. I see
no reason to turn her down.
Bottom line is that we really want what's best for all concerned. She
might very well do something drastic if we turn her down. I couldn't
live with myself if that
happended."

"Great, It looks like the two of us will have another pupil soon. Ha
Susan. Let's go tell the little thing the good news, shall we."

Felix returned to the doors as Susan and Alex approached Ally.

"Ally, we can continue. I can't guarantee that we'll accept you but it
now looks much better. But first I want you to go with Susan to the
powder room and get cleaned up. Your face is a mess. I want you to have
complete control of your senses when we continue the interrogation.
OK?"

Ally looked at Alex with a face showing wanting and desire. Alex craned
his neck down to kiss her lips but then pulled away. "No, just as you
need your head clear and composed, I need to be in control of my
faculties as well.

Later perhaps." Ally looked hurt but understood. If something else
should come up that was reason for her dismissal, a clear head might
make him reason out the problem and avoid the rejection.

Susan rose as she said, "Come along dear." Ally walked over to Susan
who promptly took her hand. They walked out together to the powder
room. As Ally cleaned up her face with a bit of soap and water, Susan
took out a few makeup items since Ally's makeup was all but gone.

"Let me see dear. Your eye shadow and mascara are all but gone. And the
lipstick is all smeared, probably when you buried your face in his
shoulder. The rouge is gone as well. Here let's fix you up nice and
pretty. A pretty girl's a happy girl, right?"

"Yeah, you do it. My hands are still shaking."

"That's OK. I'll take care of you."

First Susan applied the lipstick. It was the same color that she wore.
A very dark red. Susan's skills with makeup were very good. Alex liked
lips to appear thin and sensuous. Susan did a fine job there. Next she
applied the eye shadow, this time with a dark brown with a tint of red
in it. Susan applies the mascara only a bit heavier than what Ally did.
And finally a burnt umber rough to help frame the face.

"Now little girl don't mess up my makeover or I'll be very angry with
you. No more tears, OK?"

"OK. Tell me. Will I be accepted?"

"If you pass the questionaire, yes. But it's going to be pretty tough.
You'll have to really want it."

Ally goes over to the mirror and takes a look at the job Susan has
done. She sees a smiling, lovely blonde haired girl staring back at
her. "You do beautiful work Susan. Ally said.

"I can only enhance what is already there. Your features make it easy
for me. Are you composed and in control to continue the interrogation?
Is your head clear yet?"

"Yes, let's go. I'm certain I can handle it now."

"Don't be so sure. It's going to get much worse. You'll see."

They walked back to the conference room and the took their positions as
before.

Alex began. "Are you OK now? Do you have complete control of your
senses, Ally?"

"Yes, go ahead. I can handle it."

"Good. Now this part of the interrogation will involve simple yes and
no answers for the most part. Several of the questions will be very
personal and graphic, but you have to be told up front. OK?"

"Yeah, go ahead," Ally said with confidence. She even managed to sit up
a bit more straight and felt much more confident.

Susan and Alex took up their pens and checked off the topics that were
inappropriate due to Ally being a virgin.
Alex led the way.

"Let's begin then."

"Question 1."

"Do you know what the terms bondage and discipline mean?"

"Yes."

"Question 2"

"Will you allow yourself to be tied and bound as anyone desires,
regardless of the misery you are put through?"

"Yes."

"Question 3."

"Will you allow yourself to be struck with a paddle or a whip as your
master or mistress so deems?"

"Ye... Yes."

"Ally, you hesitated on that answer. Do you have a problem with it?"
Alex said.

"I'm afraid someone might get carried away and hurt me seriously."

"My promise, no permanent damage will be done to you. We have over
twelve hundred slaves and none few have ever been permanently marked.
We have strict rules regarding causing injury to slaves. Masters and
mistresses are subject to several laws regarding placing a slave in a
risky situation. I'm not saying it doesn't happen. But we review each
injury and do whatever is necessary to prevent a repeat. OK? Do you
still have a problem with being whipped or paddled?"

Ally looked Alex straight in the eye. "No, I have absolutely no problem
with it. Except that I'm a little scared of it."

"That's normal, Ally. I can see you have good control of your
faculties. Let us proceed."

"Question 4."

"A woman has three opening that can be used for sexual pleasure. Will
you allow your sex to be entered?"

"Yes."

"Question 5."

"Will you allow your mouth to be entered?"

"Yes."

'Question 6"

"Will you allow your anus to be entered?

"Yes."

"Question 7."

"Will you allow a phallus to be inserted into all three openings? (I
told you it would get graphic!)."

"Yes," Ally said.

"Question 8."

"Have you ever read any erotic stories?"

"Yes."

"Which ones?"

"All the Anne Rice Beauty novels, and Exit to Eden. Never could find
any Marquis De Sade stuff though. Looked for months," she said.

"How long has it been since you finished these books?"

"I finished the last book, Exit to Eden about three months ago," Ally
said.

"Question 9."

"Is there anything you wouldn't do in those books?"

"Yes."

"What is that?" Alex asked. He worried. If she couldn't do everything
in those books then she would be rejected. He prayed they could work it
out.

"I don't think I could be a mistress. I couldn't be that cruel," Ally
said.

"Susan is a mistress, in fact she will be your mistress. Has she been
cruel to you? Of course not. Remember, everyone that lands on the
island does so because they want to and they have all the facts up
front as you are receiving them. Cruelty is when the subject is
subjected to thing it does not agree to. Can I persuade you to change
your mind on this?"

"Yes, OK."

"Good. What about being a pony? Could you allow yourself to be made up
as the ponies in the books?"

"Believe it or not, I've actually thought that it would be fun to be
used like that. Call me sick, but that turns me on. I forgot to
mention, that I read a story called 'Pony Girls' by Victor Bruno and
liked the way the girls were strapped to frames. Have you read that
book Alex?"

Alex smiled. "As a matter of fact, that's the method we use. Are you
saying that you will accept that type of lifestyle?" he asked.

"Oh, yes. I'd love to!" she exclaimed.

"Wonderful! Question 10 then."

"Will you allow the use of nipple clamps? And will you allow your
nipples to be pulled and tormented as we see fit? I'll assume you know
what they are since you read Beauty."

"Yes."

"Question 11."

Will you allow yourself to be displayed in public naked and decorated
with any objects your master or mistress desires?"

"Yes."

"Question 12."

"Will you crawl on your hands and knees for your captor?"

"Yes."

"Question 13."

"Will you allow your head to be locked in a padded box unable to hear
see or smell anything?"

"Yes."

"Question 14."

"Will you allow yourself to be hung by your arms or legs?"

"Yes."

"Question 15."

"The final question and the most important. We need to take many
measurements of your body Ally, especially your orifices. We need to
measure your sex and backside for diameter and your mouth for depth. We
also need to measure your feet for shoe size and for the maximum size
heel you can wear. Accept all this and demonstrate your submission by
allowing me to plug all three openings once your orifices are fitted
and all your tasks at this interview will be complete," Alex explained.

"Ally, do you accept? This is your chance to demonstrate that your
really want to be a slave." Alex waited and prayed she would accept.

Ally pondered the statement for a moment. This was it girl, she was
thinking to herself. Do it or spend the rest of your life alone. But
she couldn't form the word. She started to shiver.

At once Susan rose from the table and put her hands on Ally's
shoulders. "Calm down Ally, and get control of yourself. Take another
sip of water. That's it. OK. Good. Now Ally, I want you to look deep
into your heart. Tell me what you want more than anything in the
world."

Ally looked deep into her heart. Her heart would rule her. She looked
into that place where she always found strength. She straightened up in
the seat and said in a slightly quivering voice, "I want my mother. I
want her strength, her resolve, and most of all her love and attention.
But now she's gone and I have no one to turn to." Ally thought for a
moment then in a confident and steady voice said, "Or do I? I accept
all that you ask of
me. You may measure me and plug me and I shall be your totally obedient
slave forever if you so desire."

"And we shall tend to you with love and attention like no other slave
ever has," proclaimed Susan as she gave Ally a big hug.

"Yes you did quite well. Now before you are fitted I wish to inform you
of the method by which you will go to the island and the preparations
that need to be made. Today is Thursday. On Sunday at noon I will pick
you up and take you to my yacht. I will arrange for all your belongings
to be kept safe and all your bills will be paid by my organization. I
need the name of your bank. I will, with, your power of attorney, place
all your fund plus the sum of $10,000 into a trust fund. This money
will be yours should you ever leave the island. One of my financial
services will maintain and reinvest the interest. You need not pack
anything. Do you have a strapless two piece bikini?"

"No, I don't. Sorry."

Alex pulls ten twenties from his wallet. "Buy one, and a pair of red
six inch heels". He tells her where she can purchase them in L.A." At
noon on Sunday you will be picked up by myself. We should reach my 120
foot yacht, the 'Pursuit of Happiness' by 1:00 PM. You will be taken to
a specially prepared cabin. There you will be given a pill that you
must swallow. It is an extremely powerful laxative and will purge all
solid waste from your system in about six hours. Every hour I will
enter your cabin and ask if you wish to continue. You may say no until
12:01 a.m. Monday morning. After that point you will be committed and
will have no say in what happens to you. Back to the laxative, when I
enter you will be made to drink 8 oz. of water up until 4 PM. After
that time you will not be allowed to take anything by mouth. The ship
will depart at 4 PM. The trip will last 16 hours. As you may have
noticed the halfway point of the trip is at midnight. After that you
are a slave. Understand so far?"

"Yes I have no problem so far. Just lead and I will follow."

"Excellent. As I said the ship sails at 4 PM. At that point into the
trip your bikini will be taken from you. A thick collar will be placed
around your neck and the buckle will be secured with a bolt which is
only accessible by special wrench. Your wrists will be likewise
adorned. We will then attach them to the sides of the collar so as to
train you to where to keep your hands. Your lips will be spread wide
and a custom made combination phallus and bit will enter your mouth. We
will measure for this device shortly. You will be made to kneel in
front of a mirror rising only to use the toilet. I may change this
treatment slightly. Can you accept all this?"

"Yes. A thousand times yes." At that point Ally sprung from her chair
and dropped to her knees. She bent down and kissed her master's and
mistress feet.

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