Market Forces

Chapter 9: Island Girl

 

“It’s very good of you to see me, Mr Glennis,” I smiled extending my hand to the tall, distinguished looking grey haired man was welcoming me into his island home. As we walked down the pier, towards a path that led away from the palm trimmed beach, two heavily set men passed us. They headed towards the seaplane that I had just left; no doubt to collect the “cargo” that I had shared my flight with.

 

“It’s my pleasure, believe me. And it’s Steve, please. I’ve had the benefit of Clegg’s services down the years and I’m happy to do him a favour. I hope you didn’t mind coming out with my latest shipment.” 

 

“No, not at all,” I replied. “She was pretty quiet. No trouble to anyone.”

 

The two men came back along the jetty. One had the helpless, blindfolded and gagged girl that had been strapped into the Beaver’s back seat, tossed across his shoulder. “Excuse us, Sir,” he said.

 

My host waved them through, “Of course. Carry on,” he said before turning to me again. “You’re new to this line of work he tells me.”

 

“Err, yes, it’s a sort of career change for me,” I replied

 

“That’s OK. It’s not the sort of job you’d necessarily go to straight from college. Plenty of people in this business start at your sort of age. Now how can I help?”

 

“Well, I’m trying to understand a bit more about Clegg’s customers. What their needs are; why they do business with us. That sort of thing.”

 

“Fine. Well I guess we’ll take a bit of time, let you see how I put Mr Clegg’s products to use and so on.”

 

“Fine by me. Where do we start?”

 

“Oh, right here I think. Do you fancy a drink?”

 

I certainly did. It was pretty hot and, although the deck was shaded, the white sands in front of the villa seemed to be throwing heat at the building. I was happy to accept his offer. He pressed a button on the wall beside the couch. Moments later a slight, Chinese girl appeared, her slim figure modestly covered by a one-piece bathing costume. “Hi,” she said. “Can I get you guys something?”

 

“Yes, please Sukie,” my host replied. He turned to me “Beer OK?” he asked.

 

“Sure,” I replied.

 

“Better make that two, please,” he said to Sukie who smiled again and disappeared. As she did so he turned to me sensing my confusion. “You’re wondering if she’s one of my slaves or something else,” he said. “Well, just because I want them to stay doesn’t mean they all have to be kept in chains, you know. It’s not such a bad place after all and anywhere else is a real long swim from here, unless she was to try to stow away on the seaplane or the supply boat.” Sukie reappeared carrying two bottles of chilled beer on a tray. “Tell Larry how you came to be here,” he said to her.

 

Sukie smiled shyly and sat at our feet. “It’s not such an interesting story,” she said. “I’m from L.A. originally. I was working there in a jewellery store. A guy came into the store one day and asked me to serve him. He wanted to buy a bracelet. It was rather nice - gold set with rubies. He had me model it for him. Said I should always wear bracelets because I had such slim wrists. Said he wanted it for someone special.”

 

“And then what happened?”

 

“He paid for it and left.” She giggled and played with her hair. “Oh, you want all the gory details. You men are all the same. Well, Steve obviously has some friends who are very good at helping him get the things he wants. And one of the things he wanted was me. Maybe two days later, a uniformed chauffeur arrives at the door of my apartment. I mean can you imagine! He gives me a small box. Inside it is the bracelet and a note on headed paper from a down town restaurant, ‘Have dinner with me?’ it said.

 

I just thought it was so romantic. I followed the chauffeur down to the road and out front was this enormous limo – you know the sort of thing; stretches two blocks, blacked out windows, bright chrome. As we drove off I thought, is this wise? I’ve no idea who this man is, really. I was thinking if this driver takes one wrong turn then, I’ll be on my mobile faster than he can think. But it’s fine. He drove me to the restaurant. I felt like royalty. When I arrived they took my coat, showed me to a table.

 

“Then they said there was a phone call. I went to a booth and picked up the phone. There was a quiet hiss and I woke up with a headache, bouncing around inside a wooden crate with cuffs on my wrists and ankles and a ball strapped into my mouth. I guess that bit wasn’t so romantic.”

 

Steve smiled. “My friends have ways they find hard to change,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders.

 

“Anyway the crate was in a truck. It’s transferred to a ‘plane. It ended up here. Steve makes it plain that he wants me to stay. So I do. Of course I know if I tried to leave he’d kill me. But it’s nice here.” She gave a half smile that lacked any sincerity. “Now if you’ll excuse me.”

 

“Sure, Sukie,” said Steve. “Run along.” I watched her neat backside as she walked back into the house. Steve looked at me. “Do you want to try her?” he asked.

 

“But isn’t she, well, I thought…”

 

“She’s only one of the girls here. She does what I want her to and that includes looking after you if I like it. Just because I don’t keep her with chains on doesn’t mean I don’t own her. Do you want to try her? I meant it. Freddie said to look after you. Said you’d just split up with your girl or something.”

 

It seemed impolite to refuse the offer and it had been a while. “Something like that,” I said, “ Yeah, that would be great.”

 

It was after dinner when she came to my room. It was hot. I was laying on my bed, the ceiling fan spinning slowly above. She’d let down her long, straight, jet black hair. It almost reached the hem of a skirt that came barely below her hips. Her hands were behind her back; I guessed they were strapped or chained there. She wore a ball gag like a necklace, the ball at her throat. She smiled, still without warmth and then looked down at the floor. “Steve said I should be nice to you,” she said.

 

“Did you need to be bound?” I asked.

 

I was lying on the bed, naked. She climbed up alongside me. “Steve thought you might like it. You can use the gag on me too, if you want.”

 

She seemed to combine a direct sensuality with a strange vulnerability. “Would that be a good idea?” I said.

 

“Only if you’re planning to hurt me,” she said, “and then only if you don’t want to hear the results. Otherwise you might like it better not to.” She wriggled closer to me and then knelt astride my belly. She smiled again as she gripped the zip of my trousers with her hands behind her back. With practiced ease and still smiling directly at me, she reached back and pulled my steadily growing cock from my pants. I felt the edge of her finger nails on its underside as she stroked and teased it. “Did you like hearing about my abduction?” she asked. “My talking of it seemed to excite you.”

 

“I, ahh, guess so,” I replied, responding to a firmer caress. “Uh – huh, it’s new to me and I, mmm – that’s good, I need to learn.”

 

“I had to learn too,” she said, continuing to squeeze and stroke at my cock behind her back. “but that was different. They took great care of me. They took me from the crate and made sure I wasn’t hurt. They took off the gag and gave me water. They even took the cuffs off my wrists and my ankles. That’s when they raped me the first time. Told me to strip and then raped me. Three of them, one after the other. Said I’d need to get used to it. They were right of course. Then they came back for my mouth. Then they came back for my arse.”

 

I could see she was distressed by the memory. “You don’t have to tell me any more,” I said.

 

“Yes, I do,” she said, flatly, lowering her eyes. “Steve said that I should.”

 

“And what if use this,” I sat up and reached for the gag. For the first time her smile seemed genuinely warm.

 

“Then I would have to let you.” She parted her lips as I pushed the ball in and strapped it in place. With the gag filling her mouth she whimpered and nodded her head in gratitude, freed of the need to tell me of her trials. I reached up to touch her breast, she relaxed as she realised I didn’t intend to pinch her. She eased herself backwards until her cunt slipped over my cock. She seemed to lose herself as she slid up and down on my member. First, the hunted, frightened look faded from her face and then she closed her eyes as the rhythmic sensations took hold of her. 

 

Afterwards she lay beside me on the bed, her wrists still chained behind her, the gag still in place. I had made a move to remove it but her wide eyed, pleading look had stopped me. In response she had nuzzled against me and moaned softly as I toyed with her nipples.

 

Somewhere far off in the house I heard a clock start to chime midnight. Sukie sat up suddenly in reaction to the sound. She knelt on the bed beside me and gave a bow of her head. She got to her feet and left without looking back. Somehow I felt more lonely then than before she had come to my room.

 

The following morning I joined my host for breakfast. Sukie was there, smiling as she served us.

 

“Did you two have fun?” said Steve as Sukie poured orange juice into two glasses. I scooped pieces of mango into a bowl.

 

“Yeah,” I said. “Sukie was very sweet. Thank you.”

 

“Don’t mention it,” said Steve. “That’s what you’re for isn’t it, Sukie dear?”

 

Sukie bowed her head. “Yes, Sir,” she said.

 

“Good girl,” said Steve. “Run along.”

 

I took a drink of my juice as I watched her leave. “That’s quite a story of hers. Did Freddie pick her up for you?”

 

“No, that wasn’t one of his. I guess I don’t think of Freddie for that sort of specific pick up. I mean his auctions are good if I can get over there – like I did for the girl that came out with you. He’s always a good man to call if you’re looking for something in stock. I had a couple of house slaves from one of his auctions last year, but when I need something specific picked up there’s some folk I use over in the States. Here let me show you who I used for Sukie.”

 

He pulled out a laptop from beside the table and fired it up. He opened a web browser and I found myself looking at a web-site, “Chicks In Chains”. He typed in a membership ID and password.

 

“Bondage porn?” I said.

 

“It looks like it, doesn’t it,” he said. “The only thing is that all these bound and gagged young ladies in this part of the membership area aren’t actually willing participants in the site. They’re all this guy’s stock. You can check out what’s there at any time and put in a bid if there’s anything you fancy. Plus there’s a part of the site… Oh, where is it… Oh, yes, here.  Part of the site where you can check out what the girls are good at, there’s a lot of feed-back on what they can and can’t do. It’s all pretty easy. See.”    

 

I watched the tour of the site with interest. “Have you got any more pick-ups planned?” I asked.

 

“Yes, sure. A couple. I’m planning to replace Sukie as a house slave soon. Oh, don’t mention that – I don’t think she knows yet. I’ll use these people again I think, they know what they are doing and the prices were OK. Not cheap but OK. They’ll trade in Sukie against the new one and I’ll get a fair price.”

 

“So, what about your new acquisition? The one that came over in the Beaver with me.”

 

“Ah yes,” Steve said, smiling. “She’s for the stables.”

 

“”Stables?” I said.

 

“Yes. Didn’t Freddie tell you about my little hobby?”

 

“He said you had an eye for a fine filly but that was about all.”

 

“Well, I guess he was right in that. Come and see.”