"You've got to be kidding me!" Marcus bellowed as he heard the director. After everything that had happened, he couldn't believe he would have to accept this as well.

"There's no choice, you know the facts as well as I do. If we risk calling his bluff the whole world will end up just like your little slave girls, and we can't risk that." The director replied. He wasn't any happier about the decision than Marcus.

"And how do we know he won't do something worse? Give him a little time and security and he might do worse than he's threatening now. We can't just let him be!" Marcus screamed. He couldn't accept that Larange could be let off the hook, even given the threat he represented.

"We can't guarantee that and you know it. Still, we know he can turn the world population into mindless sex crazed idiots. Civilization would fall, and countless millions would die since the only concern of the survivors will be humping anyone they can find. He will be contained, on an island, and his victims won't even know what happened to them after their year on his sanctuary. They will also be quite well paid for their service. I don't like it, but if this satisfies that bastard than it will be a small price to pay." The director explained. The arrangement hadn't been easily arrived at. The Bureau had wanted every assurance it could get that Larange would not be able to threaten the world, but in the end he held the cards. He was willing to give them much of their desires, but in the end there was no doubt that he had gotten everything he wanted. The tropical island was paradise, and a first rate mansion and small village would be built to support Larange in exile. He would also take in servants, women and men that he would be able to play with for a year before returning their mind and body to them and allowing them to return to their old lives after their lucrative service was complete. Their wages would be in the hundreds of thousands dollars each, and they would remember the time spent as servants in his employ but not the perversions they would likely endure. Larange would not be allowed off the island, and the Bureau would maintain a military blockade around the island with the promise to sink any ship that sailed without permission. Boats were the only transportation allowed as well, to keep Larange properly caged, and long range surveillance with infrared and telescopes would assure that he didn't leave the island.

"And what about Mel? Is she going to be left like this forever?" Marcus asked. He had to admit a part of him wanted her to. She was just a perfect sex slave in her current state. He did care about her though, and no matter how much he enjoyed her, he wanted the old Mel back, or at least allow her to again choose her own fate. Marcus hoped something could be done for Wendy as well, though he didn't have a connection to the real Wendy to draw up any deep sympathy for her, beyond that of anyone subjected to such a fate. The Wendy he knew had no complaints, in fact she seemed totally devoted to her life at his feet, and it wasn't always easy for Marcus to truly absorb the thought that all this was just an imposed personality, not one of her choosing. It didn't help any that he wanted to believe she wanted to be his slave as much as she said she did. Still, he had to try to get them back to normal. There just wasn't any other choice he could live with.

"Larange mentioned that. He's willing to reverse the conditioning on Mel and any other of the girls we have that have undergone his treatments. It will have to be done on his island once he is established there." The director answered. This at least he was happy about. He had known Mel for much of her time in the Bureau and to see her reduced to her current state sent shivers down his spine. At times the director even wondered about Marcus's true motives. Just looking in Marcus' eyes told the director everything he needed to know. Marcus wanted the old Mel back, and that pleased the director more than he would have guessed.

"How long will that be?" Marcus asked. He was still fuming over Larange's fate, but at least Mel and Wendy would be helped. There wasn't much he could do, the Bureau had decided, and Marcus understood. They didn't have a choice. He didn't like it, but he couldn't offer an alternative that didn't jeopardize everyone. That didn't keep him from wanting to strangle Larange with his own hands, but in the end he didn't have a choice either.

"A month. I'm sure you'll make do. You'll be on leave until then, and we'll inform you of all the arrangements as soon as we have them made. Now please go, I have to finish making the arrangements for the construction projects. I want to finish this business as soon as I can." The director finished. He had plenty more unpleasant business to attend to this day and Marcus had taken up enough time. There wasn't anything more he could do, but that was enough for now.

"Okay, a month then." Marcus grumbled and walked out of the office. There wasn't anything more he could do here. Larange was being let off, and Marcus would have to accept that in time. He also knew he had two very naked and horny women to attend to. In some ways it was a chore, wonderful and sexual, but their needs were so intense that he didn't want them to suffer too long. Marcus could hardly believe that he felt this way about it, that having two willing sex slaves wasn't a joy, but a responsibility.

"Oh, Marcus! You look so troubled, let me help." Mel cooed as Marcus stumbled into their suite. She was naked, as had become the custom of the two girls when in his quarters. Wendy gave him a cheerful wave as he walked in and came out to help Mel comfort him.

"Now just lay down on the bed here and tell us all about it." Mel guided him to the bed and began to give him a very skillful massage on his shoulders. As she did, Wendy moved to his feet and began her own massage there. As with their sexual skills, both women had the art of massage imprinted on their minds and Marcus appreciated every bit of their skill.

"Mmm." Marcus groaned as their delicate hands did their work. "Larange is going to be let off, they're giving him his own little island kingdom and a steady stream of victims to play with."

"I'm sorry, honey. I know how much you wanted him, but I'm sure it's better this way. We wouldn't want everyone to turn into little whores like me and Wendy, would we?" Mel replied.

"Yeah, then we'd have to much competition for your nice big cock, Master!" Wendy giggled. That was the only downside of such a thing to her, aside from her master's displeasure with it happening. Being a sex slave was a natural, wonderful life, but she didn't want to have to share her Master with any more women then she had to. Mel was enough competition for his attentions, and Wendy didn't want to expand the pool even further.

"Wendy, you just don't understand, people don't want to be sex slaves like you, and everything would fall apart if all we did was think about sex all the time. Just look at me! I used to be a top field agent here, and now I can't do anything except figure out how to get this big hunk's cock inside me again. If everybody did that we wouldn't have food, or electricity or anything. So even if we have to let that evil man enjoy himself in a small way, it's better than loosing our civilization." Mel explained as she continued her careful massage. She skillfully used her hands and body to help Marcus relax that and slowly bring him to a sexual boil that she could exploit.

"I guess, but I don't care so long as Master is happy. So do you want to fuck me now, Master?" Wendy giggled. She was always offering herself like that, no shame, no embarrassment. Wendy was a sex toy, and she didn't want him to forget that for a moment.

"Wendy!" Mel chastised her fellow slave with a giggle.

"It's all right, Mel. She's been a good girl today, she deserves it." Marcus laughed and rolled onto his back. Just one look at Wendy's alluring and eager form had him hard again. Marcus smiled as he watched Wendy's lip turn up in a wide, happy smile at the sight of his naked and hard cock. "Okay, Wendy, jump on."

Wendy squealed with joy and jumped onto the bed straddling him with a swiftness that impressed even Mel. "Thank you, Master!" Wendy cooed as she wrapped her delicate little fingers around his shaft and guided it to her entrance. Marcus moaned a bit as Wendy rubbed the tip of his shaft along her dripping slit to lubricate him before she slipped the tip of his shaft into her boiling folds. Then with a smooth, very tempered motion she sank onto her master's cock, splitting her perfectly tailored folds even as those folds began their working their magic, milking the shaft that was filling her.

Finally Wendy giggled again and squirmed her very full pussy against him. Then she bent over and pulled his hands to her quaking breasts and moaned shamelessly as he kneaded her tender flesh.

"Oh, that feels so good!" Wendy cooed as Marcus played with her taught nipples. She always loved it when he did that, especially when she had her pussy stuffed full. This was certainly the best of both worlds.

"In a month you'll be going home, Wendy. Larange has agreed to change you back to normal, you and Mel both." Marcus stated idly as he squeezed her breasts longingly. He knew he'd miss her. In a way Wendy was a lot like a puppy. She was cute, energetic and eager to please. Marcus knew that he'd fallen for her, not really love exactly, but he cared for her deeply, almost in the same way anyone cares for their pet. Of course it wasn't exactly like that, since most people didn't spend hours locked in sexual embrace with the family pets.

"I am home, Master. I don't ever want to leave you." Wendy replied. Her words were forceful and certain. Marcus simply nodded. He knew she couldn't understand now, her very condition prevented it. Still, in a month it would be over. He wondered if she would remember any of this, and he wondered if she could ever forgive him for it.

"Don't worry, Master, just enjoy." Wendy cooed. With that she started milking his cock in that wonderfully skillful way that only she could do. Mel had all the lust to be a passionate lover, but Wendy's very flesh had been rebuilt to her role as slave. Her vagina was infinitely controllable, Wendy had given him a demonstration once, showing him how she could control each of the muscles that lined her inner walls at the same time. It was nearly inhuman, but it allowed her to ripple her folds in a wonderfully pleasurable way, and she'd had the time to learn just how Marcus liked her to work.

That was all that he needed, and Marcus drifted off into a pleasurable haze. It hadn't taken him long to reach his first release, but his two girls weren't about to let him stop there. The night slipped away so many others, with the three locked intimately together and climbing to the peak of ecstasy.

Larange sat back on his new beach and smiled. He'd only been here for a few days and already he could see how easy it would be to make a life here. It was a tropical paradise, sunny and warm, with the salt taste of fresh sea air enveloping him. His mansion was everything he could have wanted, and he had plenty of suggestions for the remaining additions. The small town of support staff was a tempting morsel as well, after the construction was complete it would be house his own people, or rather the short term victims he would be allowed to hold in his sway for a year at a time. With that he would have enough variety to keep himself entertained forever.

For the moment, he was enjoying the sight of the ocean slapping against the beach and his current assortment of slaves frolicking along the sandy beach. All of them were appropriately nude, and Larange was in full awe of the beauty. Even after all the carnal indulgences he'd taken in the last few years, he was in no way jaded. The nude female was the height of art and he was fully the connoisseur.

He was still assembling his flock. They'd been driven to the forest after the raid on his main complex, and Larange was wary about bringing them back. Of course, any he brought to the island would have to be freed in time, as with all slaves that was part of the deal. He didn't regret it, most of them were simply fodder for sale anyway, and he'd long since gotten his enjoyment from them. He had no concern about seeing them return to their lives, with an altered perception of what they'd truly done in their time away.

Larange regretted that he wouldn't be free to make up the stories himself. The Bureau had final approval, since they wanted to make sure that his victims return to society was a smooth as possible.

"What bother's you, Master?" Holli asked as he handed him another drink. She was also completely naked, aside from her dark rimmed glasses. She was worried about him, he'd been less amorous since they'd reached the island. That wasn't very much like him, and Holli was concerned.

"Many things, my dear." Larange replied and patted her ass to reassure her. "I feel I've made a deal with the devil, placing myself on this island. I know I can leave if I want, their security is no match for my nanotechnology. Still, if they decide I'm bluffing or think they've gotten a way to beat my tech, I'll be hopelessly vulnerable."

"That could never happen, Master, you're too well prepared." Holli replied.

"No, I've overlooked something. That's the flaw of man, you know, missing things. There is somewhere a gapping whole in this plan and one day a smart agent at the Bureau will figure it out. Oh I'll find some of the leaks as time goes on, but in the end I'm left with just faith. Faith that the Bureau will keep its word and faith that my contingencies will be enough to keep them at bay until I'm on my death bed." Larange replied. He laughed at himself a bit, being so serious. It was just like how he felt when he traveled, he always felt like he was forgetting something, even if he didn't. At least for the moment, he had time, and that he could enjoy.

"I have faith in you, Master. You won't let us down." Holli tried to further bolster his confidence. A part of her found it funny that she, a mere slave, could be in a position of reassuring her master, but it didn't bother her. She was here to serve, and the capacity didn't really matter.

"At least you will stay at my side, Holli, if nothing else." Larange ran his hands down her thigh. That was almost the hardest thing to negotiate, but in the end the Bureau folded. Holli would stay his, even as he had to return all his other slaves. In truth she'd been the one to return to him so many years ago, and asked him to take her back. He wasn't about to go back on that now, after all she'd helped him do. The Bureau wasn't about to believe him though, and so he had to insist in the severest terms, and thankfully they'd relented.

"Of course, Master, I would never want to leave you again." She cooed. It had been so lonely and meaningless without him. Holli never even tried to turn her thoughts to those times. Being at her Master's side in the present was more then enough for her.

"I will miss the hunt though. Just strolling through a mall or down the street and finding a cute smile. That will be the hardest part about being stuck on this island." Larange remarked. He knew it too. Certainly he hardly went out often in the last few years, given the risk. Still, it was the most fun he could remember having, the thrill of conquest with the risk of capture. There wasn't anything more exciting, but now it was gone. The Bureau had insisted he not leave the island, since not only would it be hard to control him but he could have an unfortunate accident that would end civilization.

That wasn't quite true, but he didn't want to diminish their fear of his untimely death. That very fear protected him. In fact, he had his slaves programmed to recognize the difference between an untimely and a timely passing. Nanomachines inside him prevented something natural looking from being mistaken as such in the case of poisons or such. He wasn't bluffing though, that was for certain, if he did die an untimely death there would be a revenge asserted. The depth of it wouldn't be as severe as they believed, but again that belief helped him. He didn't want to end civilization, but having his enemies believe he was prepared to do so would keep them at bay and allow him to do what he really wanted to.

"There are advantages though, my sweet little slave, like being able to do this on an open beach." Larange laughed and pounced out of his chair, grabbing Holli as he went. With a rush he pulled her to the ground and rolled on top of her. Holli squealed with delight and spread her legs open for him. Her natural arousal in his presence was fully unleashed, and she could feel her pussy dripping with eagerness. She swooned at his boldness, and moaned merrily as she felt the bulge of his shaft pressing into her dripping folds.

"Oh, Master!" Holli cried out as he pressed into her with practiced ease, claiming her in high fashion. He smiled down at her as he thrust into her willing flesh. He reveled in the moment, enjoying the warmth of the sun, the smell of salty sea air, and the pleasures of the young woman spread out beneath him.

Soon they were writhing together, locked together intimately. The other slave girls who had been frolicking on beach were now turned to the scene, absorbed by the sight of their master claiming a woman. It was rare to have this view, to watch as he thrust his cock into feminine flesh. Certainly every girl there had known his attentions, but only a few had seen him in action when they were not servicing him. It was a sight that struck at their very core, and every girl was soon stroking her fingers between her legs and across her bosom as she watched.

Holli was in heaven. All the pleasure she had ever known was engulfing her now. Her master's shaft was plowing her fields, and it was a wondrous feeling being split open by him. Holli reveled in the control she had thanks to the changes made within her, her writhing passage rippled with her instructions, bring her master pleasure and keeping him from his ultimate release. She thanked him again for making her a slave as she bucked her hips back against him. This was all she ever wanted, and it was everything she could have hoped for.

Larange enjoyed himself as well. He didn't have the benefit of a slaves modified sexual ecstasy, however. Holli was a perfect slave though, and Larange savored every moment spent with her. Her breasts jiggled against his chest as he hammered into her tight passage. It was too easy though, he lamented while he pounded his willing slave. Holli didn't fight, she had no true will of her own, and that was what he always remembered at the end of every romp with her. He had tried to instill these things in her again, but he had came to realize something about her in the process. Holli had always wanted to be a slave, which was why she'd returned to him after being released. He had taken pity on her then, and accepted, but she was a happy slave, a willing slave and that lacked the power Larange sought.

In the end it was his thoughts of all the cute unsuspecting girls who would soon be coming to his island to work at his resort that sent him over the edge, not the expertly writhing form of his head slave. In a way he felt sorry to Holli for that, knowing that she found so much value in her quality as a sex slave. She was good, he knew, and if he'd wanted to he could have fetched an amazing price for her long ago, but she'd placed her fate in his hands. Somehow, that alone made it impossible for him to let her go. Larange contemplated that as he gave her a very heartfelt kiss. In the end, he wondered if he didn't honestly love her, but that was a thought for another time.

"Thank you, Master." Holli cooed after she finished cleaning their shared juices from his withered shaft. She had managed to bring him to another release with just her tongue and mouth, and she licked her lips at the thought.

The moment was interrupted by the sound of a boat approaching the guest dock. The island had two docks set up. One was for the support village, and looked like any working dock in the world. The other dock was one set up for guests and granted immediate access to the mansion and to Larange himself. He wondered sometimes just how many guests would need to be entertained, but it seemed like a good idea.

He considered for a moment the state of undress of himself and his slaves, and decided that at least he needed to wear something. He quickly pulled on his robe, and found his sandals. This was his island, and he had a certain image to maintain, especially to people he didn't know. The girls could remain as they were, in fact it was an excellent show of exactly who was in control here, after all. As Larange set off for the dock, he noticed that Holli was dutifully in tow behind him. She was always good for that, he noted she did make a wonderful administrator for his harem and most of his affairs. Again he was thankful for her presence, and was sure she'd find a way to make herself useful.