Pleasure Island-By LindaG and Foraoo.

Pleasure Island.

By: Foraoo & LindaG.

Rated: NC-17. Warning, very disturbing subject matter. You are warned.

Disclaimer: Fiction. Don't Own, Didn't Happen, Don't Sue.

Category- A/U

Chapter 1- Sins Of The Father.

*~* Darren *~*

It’s amazing how revenge can shape our lives, there are people whose every action, every thought, every breath they take is dictated by it, ruled by it. This tortuous need to have some wrongdoing justified can create more problems then they ever dreamed. It was at that moment I realised I was one of those people.

The panic beat in my chest as I felt the plane surge into the air. I was doing it. I was actually doing it! But the fear persisted. Was ‘it’ worth it? Worth my freedom to spite my father?

My father, what a joke that title was. William James Hayes, owner of several of the largest sexual slave plantations in the world. It was he who created the renowned, but oh so secret, ‘Pleasure Islands.’ A haven for those who hated hiding their illicit lusts and hiding it in shame from the world could serve as sexual animals for the rich and famous, after months of vigorous training of course. To begin with they would sign two years of their live away on the dotted line in return for half a million after serving their time. Of course there were time wasters, those who seeked only the money and not the depraved pleasure but the training wheedled those out, my father had told me. Suddenly I wondered if I would make it. Not that it would matter that much, my attempting to join would be enough to enrage my father but if I passed it would be all the more sweeter. This game I played was a dangerous one but not a new one. I wouldn’t cease until I had the reaction I wanted, the one I needed. I wanted him to admit the contempt he felt for me and stop hiding behind the fatherly figure he had created after my mother’s death. I wanted him to admit his crimes.

I was bitter, I knew this but this was more then some poor little rich boy mad at his Daddy. There were reasons behind my feelings and nothing could ever make me forgive him for what he did all those years ago.

“Excuse me? Do you have a light?” A pretty red head asked from the seat next to me.

“ I’m sorry I don’t smoke.”

“Neither should I really, after we arrive that’s one vice gone.”

“Replaced by many more I hope!” A voice boomed from behind us.

“Richard Turner.” The man said shoving his hands through the gap in the seats. “Pleased to meet you. Well ain’t this something? Don’t this beat all?”

The woman smiled shyly and shook his hand. “Claire Rose. I’m an accountant from England. God I’m so nervous. Aren’t you both nervous?”

“Honestly? I’m terrified.” I spoke up.

“ Really? Well I’m not. Waited for this day my whole life. Probably the reason I’m prematurely grey, although many find it fetching. Hey I never caught your name my young friend?”

“Oh it’s Darren…” I paused wondering whether I should give my real name, but decided against it. They’ll know soon enough. “ Darren Heart.”

“Heart? Wow that’s pretty. Just like the boy himself.” He looked at me slyly and I felt myself blushing. “Oh look at those rosy cheeks. The trainers will love you here.”

“I think we’ll be arriving…” Claire began but was cut off suddenly by a woman’s screaming.

“Please there’s been a mistake! Let me off please!” The desperate blonde screamed running into the aisle quickly pursued by two male attendants who grabbed her by the underarms.

“Be careful with her…” Claire urged.

“That’s child’s-play, wait ‘til she’s in the island.” Richard said, chirpily. I turned to look at him and saw he wore no smile. Pale blue eyes twinkling he slowly winked. Blushing I spun round in my seat. If I couldn’t handle the attentions of this man, how could I handle the island?

“I’m feeling a bit like that woman.” Claire whispered to me.

“Frightened?” I asked

“No, hysterical.” She gave a half smile. “Rainy England doesn’t seem so bad now. Just think this is just the ride over here I’ll be a wreck when I’m there.”

“I know how you feel.” I whispered back, feeling the beads of sweat on my
forehead. And all the while I could feel those blue eyes boring into me from behind.


*~*~*


“Everyone off!” An attendant shouted and herded us roughly to the exit. I felt Claire press urgently against me and I gave her hand a soft squeeze.
Finally on the beach we were pushed into a small gathering, all in all there were nineteen of us. Ten women, nine men and everyone was visibly nervous. Everyone except Richard that is.

“Hello all my name is Gustave and I will say this once and once only! The men will be on the left and the women on the right. You will then strip and place your hands behind your back. Your clothes will be taken by the attendants and placed in a safe place. You will then be subjected to a light physical examination before been taken away to D-Wing. There you will be offered up to trainers. That is if anyone will have you because, quite frankly, you lot the sorriest lot I ever saw, and I’ve seen quite a bit. Stop that snivelling!” Gustave slapped the blonde from the plane hard. “ Once chosen you will become that person's slave, their sexual vessel if you will. Any task they demand any depravity they desire you will do without question is that understood? You will refer to these people as Master or Mistress. Any rights you had you left on the plane. You’re now inferior beings. Ladies and Gentlemen…Welcome to Pleasure Island!”

Quickly the attendants bustled around us as we were forced to strip. Richard was naked first, gleefully handing over his clothes with a wry grin. The gap in his teeth clearly visible. I shut my eyes as I removed my garments. Your goal Darren, remember your goal. One of the men snatched my clothing out of my hands barely meeting my eyes. To my left I saw Richard look my naked form up and down making the skin on the back of my neck heat and glow. He moved closer to me and I had to look up to meet his blue eyes. I swallowed nervously, my mouth dry and he raised a hand to my long dark hair only to have it slapped away. “No touching!” Gustave called.

My heart beat madly in my chest as he stopped and surveyed us. Did he recognise me? Had my father alerted them? He grabbed Richard roughly around the waist and pulled him toward him. “You’re in luck. I’m your examiner.” Gripping Richard’s shoulder he forced him to bend over, stroking his cheeks with his strong hands. “Very nice, a little soft maybe but we’ll firm that up soon enough with plenty of lashings.” Richard and me gasped in unison as Gustave inserted a finger into Richard’s rectum. Swiftly moving his index finger in and out he began adding fingers. “Not very resistant, shows that you have little shame.” Pulling him back into the upright position he twisted Richard’s nipple hard. “I mean, look at the young fellow next to you. He is practically in tears.” He moved away from Richard and towards me.

‘God no!’ I thought ‘Don’t do that to me, not to me’. He pressed his fingers to my lips “Wonderfully soft and thick.” He murmured “And such intense large eyes, over flowing with fear. Physically a perfect slave.” He was so close that I could taste his breath. “ Wait until your training is finished young one. This we all be a walk in the park.”

“Somehow I doubt that.” I gasped as I realised I’d spoken out loud. Gustave grinned pleasantly then pulled me towards him by the back of my neck.

“Don’t cross me you impertinent bastard. You have no idea who you're dealing with.” Slowly he released me and backed away, never breaking eye contact.
My heart was pounding deafeningly now.

I was here for the next two years, but could I finish the day?