3 comments/ 13280 views/ 1 favorites Another Red Folder Ch. 01 By: LaPatitMort Another red folder was on my desk when I returned from my sunrise walk on the beach of my small private tropical island. Life had been very good to me. For twenty-five years I was a Dom training subs for wealthy people all over the world. Some students were lost souls forced to serve, some volunteered, some were sent to learn the lifestyle and some were forced as a last resort by powerful people who had too much to lose. I had given up training all except the last category. The folder introduced Krista, the once loved and cherished mistress of a powerful Senator. She learned and plotted for years, then used her knowledge to threaten blackmail and ruin. He couldn't stand the publicity or her rejection. She disappeared. It was in all the papers and there was much talk. Finally, she was seen, always at a distance in partial disguise, leaving a credit card trail in fancy places in Europe. The gossip world said she was paid handsomely for her silence. Surely, she had gotten the life she told her friends she would have someday. In time, the entire world, except me, forgot her. --------------- Such a lovely blonde, unblemished, thirty-year old, green-eyed, intelligent, spinner. The file pictures, showed her heavily, drugged, dirty, hooked and thin. No questions, she was mine to keep out of sight forever. Her former powerful lover hoped I would keep her healthy. Once every three months, I had to advise him in code through three steps of intermediaries about her condition. I would then be paid. If the payments stopped, I could sell her, as long as she could never go public. I even got payments from the trusts of dead men; payments that would continue until the captive died and I destroyed all the records. I buzzed my first assistant, "Linda, find #108. Have her cleaned, take her to the infirmary for the usual tests, sweat the drugs out of her for two weeks then put her on the wheel and advise me." This was pretty standard. Linda's eyes flashed. She had learned to love this part of her job. I had never asked but it was obvious, she liked women, controlling them and their pain. "Linda, I'll do my monthly walk through of all the facilities tomorrow morning at eight. Accompany me with your pad. By the way, increase the strength of your sunscreen. Your light skin is starting to tan and freckle. I like your ass cheeks pale so they redden when I spank them." Linda twisted her black studded collar of rank in her fingers, gave me a mock curtsey and said, "Yes, Master." I hoped she was wet and uncomfortable between her legs. Her twinkling eyes, her knowing smile, her body and her outrageous pheromones, had my dick hot and dripping in my shorts as usual. The next morning, my level three helpers were all in their proper stations -- two in each of the two dungeon rooms, two in the bath facilities, two in the kitchen and two in the warehouse. The level two helpers were going about their more free movement jobs. The four level one assistants, like Linda, scurried about their management and communication tasks. It took a lot of people to manage the thirty errant souls in different rehabilitation stages that rotated through our multi-million dollar operation and the fourteen permanent guests. In fact, there were thirty "staff" plus me for the forty-four "patients." The "staff members" are all "patients" who have faced reality and are trying to make the best of their lives. Neither they, nor I, will ever leave the island. -------------------- "Master Carl, #108 is on the wheel in the dungeon as you requested." "Did she eat today? Is she clean inside and out?" "Sir, she has not eaten for twenty-four hours and she is clean inside and out." "How has she behaved?" "She has a foul mouth and has been difficult at all stages. The helpers have been gentle with her but have had to endure a lot of abuse and......." "And?" "They humbly ask that you be rough on her." "She was that bad? And such a pretty girl." "She was horrible, spitting, kicking." "I get the picture. I'll be there in a while. Tell the dungeon assistants what you told me." "Yes, Sir. And, Master, the finger-tip glove is in the drawer just inside the dungeon, I took the liberty of installing the metal egg. She is strapped a little loosely and upright on the wheel. The gel has already been applied." Damn, the women wanted this one to get the treatment. "Good morning, Krista? The staff tells me you have been a bitch." "Fuck you." A hooded naked, lean woman stood on either side of our new guest. Their arms were folded and a thick cat-of-nine-tails draped down their bodies. "Ladies tell Krista, Good Morning." The air whistled and slightly out of time there was a loud, "Thwak" and then another "Thwak." Krista screamed as each blow fell perfectly across each of her breasts. Her eyes were full of tears and anger, while I fitted the glove and plugged it into the Erostek ET312. "You filthy faggot. Get me down. I'll have you ................" I spread my hand across her abdomen, resting my thumb in a glob of gel over one ovary and my middle finger in the glob over the other. I pressed the modified "Momentary On" button. The unit was almost at full power. Current surged through her ass, through her bowels, through her stomach, through her ovaries and into the metal tips on my hand. The little threatening bitch screamed so hard, I though her lungs would pop out. Her body convulsed, jerked away from the wheel and then slammed back hard. The thump of her back and head was very noticeable. She glared at me so I hit the button again. She screamed just as loudly and slammed her body into the heavy wheel again. This time she looked down, so I could not see her eyes. I took my hand away. She looked at me again, "You son-of-a-bitch." I shook my head sadly, put my metal tipped thumb in her belly button and my tipped finger on her clit and pulsed for a full second. She screamed, peed and slumped momentarily, until I pulsed her again and then a third time. My little resistive student was covered in sweat, panting hard and trembling from head to toe. "Want to call me a name again?" She screamed, "NO!" I took my finger from her bellybutton and pulsed so all the current went from her ass to her clit. Sometimes, it is difficult to tell what happens to a woman with this harsh treatment. With Linda, I knew, she came. With others, I do not know. Krista thrust her hips forward, impaling herself on my metal tipped finger. I backed the power down brought my thumb to her clit and pulsed her five times. She ground her teeth so hard you could hear them grate together, drool flowed from her mouth and milky liquid flowed from her cunt wetting my hand, the glove and the floor. When she regained some strength and breath, I spoke to her again, "Show some respect or I'll fry your cunt. Answer civilly; want to call me a name again?" Her voice was weak now, "No, Sir, I do not want to call you a name again." "Now, apologize to the others. Remember, they will be taking care of you, preparing your food and advising me on your deportment." "I'm sorry." "Sorry for what. Tell them you are sorry for being abusive and being such a bitch." "I'm sorry for being such a bitch and treating you all badly. I will not be bad again." "My little Krista, you have many lessons ahead of you. You have a lot to learn and your rebellious, controlling spirit will bring you lots of pain. Still your apologies are a good start." "Where am I? Why are you doing this? Who drugged me? " I turned my back and the harsh sounds of three heavy whip slaps fell across each of her breasts again. "You are not to talk to me unless I ask you a question or give you permission." "What if....." Thwak, thwak. Finally, she was quietly crying. "Clean her, check her for any burns, let her sleep, feed her. In two days prepare her completely and put her in the stocks. I will see her at nine a.m." Both helpers bowed almost to the floor with their arms held wide out to their sides, Linda spoke for them all, "Yes, Master, she will be ready for you." ------------------------- When I entered the dungeon two days later, I did not ask Linda or the staff about Krista's attitude and actions. Her white ass was staring at me. She was on a three foot high stage. There was a spreader bar between her ankles; she was bent at the waist and her hands and neck were in a stock slightly lower than her waist. I talked to what I saw. "Good Morning, Krista. Have you had a restful two days?" "How in the hell do you think my days were you pervert?" I shook my head in pity and nodded to my masked helpers. They had chosen ridding crops for today. The air whistled and each blow landed squarely on her ass cheeks. She was still in mid scream while I watched the welts redden and rise. "Your file says you have an I.Q. of 110. Surely that is smart enough to understand your situation." "Shit face." "How would you know, Krista, I am behind you?" I raised two fingers and nodded again. The ladies liked whipping this bitch. I had never seen the crops swung so hard. Krista was sobbing. "You are helpless and under my complete control. The rest of your life will be that way unless I decide you are too much trouble." Again I nodded and two more welts crisscrossed her once smooth white cheeks. "Linda, do you have a dildo that wants to explore inside Krista?" "Yes, Master Carl, I have just the correct one." "Stretch her. Make her know she is helpless but do not damage her once loved and once expensive cunt." "I will be careful, Master." "Get her close, even if she fights you all day. Then get her close twice more but do not let her cum." "Thank you, Master, for this honor." "Enjoy yourself, Linda." She was stepping into a leather harness when I left. One helper held a very thick, well lubed, seven inch long cock to fit into the harness. As I left, I remembered twelve years ago when I fucked Linda into submission. She was as bad as this bitch. She almost killed me. My cock ached for days but she had to crawl because her hips and thighs were so bruised from my thrusting weight. Before she could stand, I cuffed her into a crawling position, fitted her with vibrating blow up toys and let her crawl around the compound while it was still under construction. From time to time she would roll over and climax. If she tried to sleep I would shock her with a wand. Today, I am not sure if she likes to fuck or feel pain. Late the next evening a disheveled Linda asked to see me. "Master, I have failed you and deserve anything you choose to do to me." "Yes, explain." "The more I fucked Krista, the more she came. If I brought her too much pain she passed out but would cum easily when she woke up. I cannot make her cunt yield." Linda was unsteady on her feet. When I asked her to sit, she fell forward into my arms, passed out. Well, there was no denying that she tried. I called Brenda in, "Have Linda checked by the medical staff and put to bed. Keep me advised on her condition every six hours." As she started to leave, I added, "And Brenda, have #108 put in a swing and her mouth held wide open with a clamp. Set out the four small sizes of balloons." "Yes, Master Carl, thank you for letting me serve you directly." Krista had great endurance. Her eyes flashed at me to let me know her cunt had defeated Linda's best efforts. "Krista, I know your spirit and appreciate it. However, your intelligent is questionable. I have all the time in the world and a thousand things I know to do to make you submit. You will never leave this island and neither will I. If I finally tire of your contrarian actions, I will just kill you." I stood in front of her. She was belly down with her arms legs and head pulled back. Her mouth was held wide open. Her eyes still flashed. Deep in her mind she thought, "I defeated the bitch, I can defeat this asshole." I pushed my finger to the back of her throat. She gagged. This was good for me and bad for her. The first foot long balloon I chose was only an inch across. She would be able to breathe some around it. She had no inkling of what was going to happen. I slipped the well lubed balloon into her mouth. She tried to resist with her tongue but I just pushed past it and the balloon slipped into her throat. I worked it like a fucking cock just into her throat for six or seven thrust and then pulled it away. Her body was gagging, I motioned for her feet to be tipped up so when she threw up it would flow from her and burn. I had to be careful that this lovely did not aspirate. While she gagged, convulsed and threw up the helpers kept the area clean and her wiped down. While they did their work I tied a flat six inch long board onto the balloon's end at ninety degrees to the balloon. She knew what to expect to some degree this time, so I pushed the entire balloon down her throat. I could see it bulge as it slipped down her stretched neck. She withered, gagged and struggled to breath for the three minutes I left it there. Her body was already tired and just hung gasping for air. "Are you getting the picture yet?" She struggled against her chains. I went up two sizes and literally forced the balloon into her throat. I knew it would tear her some and cut off her ability to breath. Her eyes rolled back and her chest had quit trying to inhale when I pulled it out. "Let's do that a few more times and then go up to an even bigger one." Her eyes were filled with tears and pleaded with me. I did not believe her yet but I did keep the same balloon and pushed it slowly into her, watching her eyes begin to give up thoughts of control and even staying alive. Her body did not struggle so this time. It wiggled some and just hung waiting to die. When I removed the balloon this time liquids poured from her but her body did not retch or struggle. "Brenda, have #108 cleaned, let her rest for a while, let her have some pride by dressing her in shorts and a halter and then have her brought to me this evening after I have finished my dinner." "Yes, Master." That evening, #108 stood where she was left ten feet from the table. Her hands and feet were not bound but it no longer mattered to her. She stayed motionless until, I told her what to do. "Please sit in the big leather chair and wait. I will join you in a few moments." I brought my wine and glass when I joined her and buzzed for her refreshment. "Your throat is very sore right now and your stomach is not ready for solid food. If you remain pleasant, tomorrow you will eat well, we all do on the island. Our cooks are five-star. The liquid in your glass is what we have found will help you recover. Drink it slowly, it will soothe your throat." She was smart enough not to fight and sipped her drink. The first swallow hurt but the second was good and soothing, like I told her it would be. "Once you lived in another world but you betrayed trusts there. You are now dead to that world and can never return to it. The man you tried to hurt cared for you and has chosen for you to live a comfortable busy life here if you can adapt. He pays handsomely for your care and I would prefer to keep getting paid but your life, your pain, your body, your looks are totally under my control. The most horrible things you can imagine, I can imagine and do worse. A mild thought for me might be to remove your arms, legs and vocal cords and leave you in a Calcutta brothel to be used until you die. You would live for years because you would make a lot of money for the establishment and they would work hard to keep you alive. I choose to spend my time catering to those who live on the island with me and support me and understand our mutual plight. For those who make life difficult, you have had a tiny taste of what can happen." She had not moved; her eyes had not blinked and she had memorized every word. "Have you heard and understood? Be very careful with your answer, it could mean your life." Her voice was hoarse and pained, "I have heard and understood." "For a year I will leave you in the hands of Linda, Brenda, Carla and Sandra. They were all like you once and are seeking to make a good life here now. If you cause no trouble, after a year, you and I will talk again. I will not try to convince you that you have a homing chip implanted in your body and that this is an island that belongs to no country and is a thousand miles from nowhere. You would not believe me. Use the year, learn, grow to be a caring, useful human." #108 burned to stay, to talk to understand this complicated creature. Her body hurt because of him, yet he seemed to care if she lived. The door to his suite opened and she had no chance to talk or learn. She was ushered out, shown a nice room with clothing her size; the door latched when it was closed but she learned that it was unlocked often -- always based on her. In a year, #108 had been renamed, Heather, and was one of the most beautiful creatures on any island. She thought she knew where Carl lived. She could see a light in a distant building that was often on 24 hours a day. Did he ever sleep? Maybe she had picked a communication room that was always open. One day she was ordered to bathe without soap and not to wear any perfume. Strange, everything she asked for during the year had been provided. She ate healthy, was fit, tanned and more beautiful than ever before. She was given a pill to take and dressed in only a black stretchy dress. She was led toward where she always saw a light. With each step she felt more and more alive as a woman. As she drew closer, Linda crossed her path, "Stay very cool and under control tonight. You are very beautiful." No one had said a nice thing to her since she arrived. A wonderful dinner was set in a lovely, expensive suite. She was sat at a receiving table, there was wine and cheese but she was alone until he walked in. In her entire life she had never stood for a man, but tonight she stood and then wondered why. "Good evening, Heather. How wonderful you look. I was so pleased to hear that you were joining me tonight." Her mind flashed and her rebellious nature flared, "Joining him? Did he think she would be with him of her own accord? Did the asshole think she would put out for someone like him?" He was big, strong, older, not very handsome and reeked of polish, money and power. Unlike her, another thought trickled in. What else would she want on the list? She had made a career out of taking advantage of such men until she picked one with too much power to risk her threats. She took a deep breath and tried to relax. "How wonderful of you to relax and brighten my evening." Again her mind raced forward, "Hell I have fucked worse looking men for less. Relax and see what happens." For three hours they talked about every subject on earth and found their common ground and areas of disagreement. For a year she had seen great beauties from all over the world and of all ages on the island. This man could take anything he wanted. Instead he talked and enjoyed her company. She knew he should. When he finally stood up after coffee and desert she expected the come on. Instead, he had summoned someone to guide her back to her room. "Heather, I have thoroughly enjoyed this evening. I hope you will agree to dine with me again soon. You voice and laughter have brightened my week." He did not try to kiss her, grope her or show his control over her in any way. As Heather walked back to her room she realized that she had enjoyed his company too. In a way that angered her, she always controlled men and they groveled, buying her gifts, begging for her time. For two months she did not see him but she thought a lot and decided to send him a note inviting him to dine in her apartment if she could arrange it. Again her mind raced, since she invited him would he expect that she would put out for him? That she wanted him; needed him; enjoyed him? She never thought of men that way. Another Red Folder Ch. 01 Somehow her efforts to arrange dinner worked out. Heather knew he must have told the staff to help. He arrived dressed perfectly, with the perfect wines and a secret gift for her to open after he left. Dinner was refined and comfortable. She had music from her IPOD playing and she said "Yes" when he asked her to dance. His body was athletic and masculine. They danced a second dance and she felt him respond to the rounded feminine softness of her belly. His cock grew against her. It seemed natural, he did not rub lewdly against her or press into her so she had to notice. At the end of the evening, she hesitated at the door blocking his retreat. She was like a high school girl looking for her first kiss. He tilted her face up to his and kissed her sweetly. She thought he lightly licked her lips when they finished their kiss but before she could decide, he slipped past her and thanked her for a lovely evening. Heather sat and read the card before she opened her gift. "Please forgive my forwardness and the inappropriateness of my gift. Your body attracts me and your natural scent makes my heart race. I thought and thought and thought, then decided you might like the feel of these on down days when you needed a reminder of what a beautiful person you are." She read and re-read the note. It was not sexual or vulgar. It was a compliment that recognized that some days on the island she needed to remember that she was more than a prisoner. Inside the box was a beautiful, lacy, French sleeping set. The top was salmon colored with white soft lace. There was not a rough spot from a tag or stitch to irritate her skin. The bottoms matched with wide legs and white trim. She had seen such perfect hand-made fashions on a trip to Paris where she had to hide in the hotel during the day and please her escort at night. The set had been hundreds and hundreds of dollars. Even her patron would not buy her such an expensive present. She had always remembered the feel and decadence. He could not have known. It must have been a lucky guess. That night she slipped into his gift and touched her clit lightly for the first time in a year and a half. Her pussy was wet. She spread her legs wide and pushed two fingers into her sheath. "Damn him," she thought. I will not please myself with a gift from that bastard. She almost ripped the panties when she stepped out of them. They were so soft, she wiped the wetness from between her legs and automatically held them to her nose and inhaled. Her own scent excited her. She rolled her upper body so her nipples were rubbed by the incredible softness. That made her angry too. She jerked off the top and flung both pieces away. She tried to sleep but needed relief. Again her fingers found their way inside and her hips thrust upward. Her fingers pumped and those from her other hand rubbed her clit. She was getting close. She was mad. She did not want to cum. She hated him. She cursed him and came wetly into her hand and onto her sheets. Her last words of the evening were, "That fucking asshole." She slept better that she had in years. For the next month the island was a whirlwind of activities. Several new "guests" arrived. A female doctor came with them and gave physicals and necessary inoculations to every person on the island. Heather marveled at the freedom that Master Carl's four top tiered helpers had. She learned that she could ask for and get nice things, if she was on her best behavior. And she watched how Carl worked very long hours but brightened and responded to the slightest attention from any of the females. The hustle and bustle seemed to be dying down and the evening weather seemed to be cooling and pleasant every night. Under her door one morning was a handmade formal invitation to an evening of dining, dancing and talking on his private patio. Carl had painstakingly tried to copy beautiful calligraphy to impress her. He had failed in several unsteady lines. In a way she found his efforts cute but then she remembered the circumstances and her anger took away any fun. Still she accepted his invitation. It would break the routine. The patio was set as beautifully as any expensive restaurant. First they sat and talked in an area away from the table. Only the stars and one flickering candle lit their faces as a wonderful yeasty vintage Louis Roderer Cristal Champagne was served with perfect hors d'ourves by perfectly matched, totally silent, beautiful, young female bookends dressed in tailored tuxedos. Heather could not keep her eyes off them. "They were trained from birth to serve a well known world leader. The world would be appalled if it knew. They have no tongues, have been lobotomized and show no will of their own. They are twenty-five but still look like they did when they were sent to me when they were seventeen." Heather's tongue still had not made permanent connections with her brain. "So you don't have to abuse all the women on your Island of Torture." Carl was visibly shaken by her words. Graciously, he guided her to the table and they had a long pleasant meal with very casual, surface level conversation. She could sense that he was going to say something before the night was over. She knew her words were out of line but she would be "Damned" if she would apologize. After a light desert, he guided her back to the sitting area for a nice almond liqueur. Since her outburst he had not been bubbly and talkative. He seemed sad. In a way she was glad. "Heather, every person on this island has lost freedom because some powerful person made that decision. You betrayed your lover's trust and threatened to hurt him and destroy him through blackmail. You still cannot face that 99 out of a 100 people who have done what you did were just killed, buried and forgotten. Most people in the world dream of a comfortable five-star life on a tropical island. Granted you don't have men to tease and torment like you did. But you used to do that for money and luxury. Little by little you have learned that you are denied nothing on this island but that there is very little you need either. When you arrived here you were a horrible, self-centered, evil person. All criminals give away their freedom when they are caught. Your prison is a paradise if you make it one and accept that you will never leave. You can also use your mind to make this paradise a hell." Carl sat back sipped his liqueur. Heather knew he had more to say but the next part was going to be hard for him. Her mind raced to spout words of objection and hatefulness but for one of the few times in her life her mouth stayed quiet. "I did my job to teach you quickly how to stay alive and act to have a chance at carving out a reasonable life on this island. Some people write, some paint, some wile away their time, some learn, some help run the show and some help by being friends with others. There is plenty of work to do and any effort is well rewarded within the confines we all have to accept. I can take anything I want on this island and did for a while. Now what I want has nothing to do with taking. My prison is harsh because I yearn for a friend, caring and true civility. Love is out of the question. I thought I saw something in you and have sought to grow it over your two years here. I had hoped you could get over the harsh and necessary start of your life here. If you eventually find some task that you would like to do as work to help with the island's business, talk to one of the level four people." He stood. She stood and then her mouth overloaded her ass again. "So what now? You send for me every once in a while and I have to please you sexually?" Carl grinned from ear to ear, laughing at her. "Why would I do such a thing? Heather, there are women here and available to me from all over the world, who have been trained since birth to please a man. If you started now full time to learn to use your body like they can, you would never succeed. If it is only sex I want, you would not make the list in my lifetime. You are not good enough. I could not talk to those women, trust those women or ever believe that they cared for me. There are thousands of them, however, who can leave me in a withering, satisfied pile of male flesh. There are some so good that at exactly that point they can revive me and reduce me even farther. Sex, like you did with your lover and like I am describing are mechanical acts. There are willing, available, trained world class sex athletes out there. I'm not one and neither are you. I know who I am and what my lot is in this life. I can make a good life for myself. It looks like you are on a track to grow old and bitter and die some day. When you do, you will be replaced by another like you -- sent here because of what she did and not smart enough to admit that her transgressions got her here." Heather had one burning question that she blurted out while Carl was ushering her to his door. "The vast majority of people here are beautiful and young. What happens when they get old?" "Answer your own question. The world is harsh. How many old, ugly women do what you did with the Senator? That was a business. This is a business. As long as someone pays your way you are safe and catered to. If you are useful you have a place. If you grow old, no-one pays and you are not useful, I'm sorry to say that we do not have welfare on the island." "People die then?" "You should have died when you betrayed your lover. You are on borrowed time while he pays your keep. I own the island and the business, still when I get old enough that people quit sending their problem females to me, I too will have outlived my usefulness. Probably some powerful organization will muscle me out. No one can now because I have the backing, financial support and guard with my life the secrets of powerful people all over the world." "Seems like all the powerful people should just kill off their problems and be done with it." "I only see a fraction of a percent. Maybe there are others like me around the world. I really don't know. I do know you are right in the vast majority of cases. Your Senator cared for you. He is more than powerful enough to have arranged an accident for you. He arranged for your double to keep your name occasionally in the press for a year after you were brought here." Their talk continued, so Carl walked with her toward her apartment. "Some of the people have computers, send emails, etc. Can I get one?" "No one gets favors or works directly with me except those who have earned that trust. Ask Linda. Emails are only aloud about the island. There are many wonderful things to do on the island. If you get over your bitterness, you may find them interesting." "Carl, I have enjoyed our dinners and time together." "I feel I am being conned. You will have time to prove that. I may run this place but I am male and can be manipulated by women I care for. I know that and have been used in the past, so I am very careful. I wish you had learned faster. We try hard to reward merit, work, concern and maturity. You started badly and still harbor anger because you cannot yet accept reality. Maybe you never will. There is no Senator here for you to smooze. You have to make it on your own. Lots of the women find companionship with other women over time. No cliques, power groups or gang activity is tolerated in any form. I'm the only judge, police and discipline. Remember this island is my life too." For the next several weeks Heather thought about her time with Carl. She even questioned much of what he had told her. Still she did make a friend two doors down. Senna is a breathtakingly beautiful tall slender Brazilian woman in her late twenties. Every day she swam very early and then moved to her patio to work on her acrylic paintings until the temperature drove her inside. Most mornings Senna stayed in her tiny bikini while she painted. Heather had never been into women but Senna was the most beautiful human she had ever seen. Senna was glad to have someone who would struggle to talk with her. She was well educated, spoke perfect Portuguese and was the only person on the island who spoke that language. She was struggling to learn English with Rosetta Stone software but her aloof nature had not given her many people to practice on. Senna's door was slightly open one afternoon when Heather went by and knocked. There was no answer but she could hear the water running in the bathroom. She went on in and called through the bathroom door, "Senna?" "Come on in Heather. I'm just about finished." Heather held her breath because of the beauty in front of her. Senna was kneeling in fresh water running into the tub after she had completed her bath. Every inch of Senna's body was covered with perfectly shaded smooth, darkly tanned and shaved skin. With no embarrassment she lowered her pussy into the water and unbelievably sucked some of the clean water into her body. Like a belly dancer, Senna rolled her abdomen and made her belly ripple. As she let the water out of the tub, she expelled what she had pulled into her womb. The water was as fresh as what ran from the tap. A third in English, a third in fractured Portuguese and a third in the language mature women exchange without words, Senna said, "Carl has invited me to spend the evening with him. Two years ago, I said "No" three times before I said "Yes." He has been very generous. All my paints and things have been gifts from him. He has helped me shop on the internet for all that I have needed and arranged lessons for me." "Does he make you have sex with him?" "He never asked, but I initiated sex the first time. He is a wonderful lover and is very appreciative of what I can do with my body to please him." "Did he torture you when you first arrived?" "I had been with many men. Right before I came here, I was with a man who enjoyed rough, dangerous sex. When he almost killed me, I was sent to a private hospital and then here to avoid any scandal. At first , being here was like a hotel. Then I got angry, fought, hurt one of the other girls and tried to stab Carl." "What did he do to you?" "I was used to a lot of pain and abuse so he gave up on that approach. He tied me and brought me to the brink of orgasm several times a day for a couple of weeks but would not let me cum. He made me beg for everything I needed -- food, water, a bath, trips to the toilet. The last day, he kept me on the verge of cuming for hours, I did not care about anything, including living, unless I could cum. He had me bent over and flogged while he fucked me and I came until my pussy was raw and I passed out. I had rather die than ever have another week like that. I had horrible surprise cramps in my belly for two weeks after being on the edge like that for so long. I was afraid to touch myself. Afraid I would cramp." "How did you get over all that fear?" "One day Carl asked if he could give pleasure to my body. I told him of my fear. He apologized. Reminded me that he could force me, but would not. We had a wonderful meal and a tender time together kissing. We danced and he asked again if he could please me. He said he would stop, if I asked." "When I came on his lips and fingers, I knew I was not in control for the first time in my life. I let go. I screamed, squirted and peed. I could not stop and he stayed pleasing me as long as I could take it. I was okay after that. I can masturbate again and fantasize again. The first time I used my body to please Carl, I enjoyed the power I felt over him and how much he was pleased with me. He did not ask to see me again for a long time after that. I like to believe, he was frightened because his body enjoyed our time together so much." "You are right. He told me of a woman here who could do extraordinary things with her body." "Thank you for telling me. I am happy to know that he enjoyed his time with me." "Does he spend time with all the girls on the island?" "He has made them all conform to his rules or they have disappeared. He says, if people quit paying for a girl's upkeep that he sells them. That has not been true in my years here. The cooks and service people are much older. They were like us once and have learned their skills here. They would have been sent away if that were true. I only remember two who have been sent away. One had cancer and he sent her for treatment and paid for it until she died, according to Linda. Another had many personalities and often tried to harm herself and others. I do not know where he sent her." Heather helped Senna dry off. When Senna caught her looking longingly at her body, Heather tried to recover. "I try to shave my privates too, but I can never get the job done as well as you do." "We have time. I will help you." "No, I didn't mean that. I was just......" "Come on, what else do we have to do? I don't have to leave for five hours." "Why did you get ready so early." "Carl is very, very oral and enjoys the taste of a turned on woman more than any man I have ever known. He does not want to smell perfume or scented soaps. I bathe early, in only water, let my body gather its natural smells again and then play with myself until I am very wet before I go to him. When he gives me a welcoming hug, I know instantly if he is worried or pre-occupied. If he is there for me, I can feel every cell of his male body responding to the female scents that I do not even know are there." "Has he ever just taken you because he has that power?" "Not in the way you mean. One night I was a few days before my period, excited and very wet. I came many times and tried to push him away. He is a big, strong man. He pinned me and took me. He made sure I came first again. It was against my will. That drove him wilder and he almost pushed his cock through my body. It hurt at first but I passed out when I came. Later I woke him by licking our combined cum from his body because I wanted to." "Wonder if he has ever loved?" "I'm sure he has many times but his life has been very different than ours. I don't believe he can trust anymore." Heather had some very intelligent thing to say but Senna had been helping her undress and lie back onto the bed. The warm wash cloth pressed between her legs and a soft hand came to rest on her right breast. Both took away her breath and interest in farther conversation. Her legs opened naturally and Senna knew how to help her relax while more warm damp cloths softened her pussy's hair. Senna diligently inspected the task ahead of her while Heather's mind grew more vacant and her body relished in the luxury of being pampered. Senna pulled Heather's pussy open using the swelling, redding lips. She pushed at the skin above the offending patch of hair and blew gently at the damp pearl that peeked from under its hood. Heather's moan fell on deaf ears, Senna had gone back into the bathroom for jells, an electric trimming razor, a bladed razor and soothing creams. The gentle buzz of the trimming razor was pleasant. The stretching of her skin as Senna trimmed close to the skin all around her opening, on her thighs, on her ass cheeks and across her mons was making her mind think of more pleasure. Her eyes tightened in surprise when a long beautiful manicured finger slipped inside her, pressed up to help her thumb pull the skin taunt across her clit. The finger slipped smoothly and maddeningly to assist in shaving the other side. It was time to go to the gels and the bladed razor but the finger did not retreat. Instead, it continued to explore and settled on a spongy spot it found inside under her clit. The finger beaconed, pressing and pushing her clit from under its hood to be greeted by warm breath, soft lips and a flicking tongue. Heather's legs drew up and spread as wide as her body would allow. She felt her own juices mix with Senna's saliva and trickled down, tickling across her never violated pucker. A fleeting thought said she should say something, but the beauty of these minutes chould not be disturbed. Another Red Folder Ch. 01 A second finger stretched into her long unused but appreciative wet sheath. That finger too found even more magic space to press and please. Senna's lips closed and began to nurse around the nub her tongue had been licking. Heather's belly contracted and Senna lapped at what flowed from between the stretched lips. Heather wanted nothing to change; she wanted to lie in this bliss for days; certainly nothing could get better. Something unusual was happening. Something between a pleasurable stretch and pain. Her ass was being penetrated in tiny thrusts in time with the fingertips pressing her clit into Senna's sucking mouth. Heather's hips lifted off the bed. Senna changed nothing. Heather's belly began to tighten; she wondered if she could withstand the days of cramps Senna had endured after cuming so hard. Air hissed from her lungs and made a moan deep in her throat. Her hips lifted higher; only her feet and shoulders were touching the bed. Senna changed nothing; two fingers rubbed the magic spot, lips sucked the swelling clit and one lone finger continued to stretch deep into the never before violated bowels. Heather spread her arms, grasped the bed sheets and pulled as hard as she could. Every muscle began to tremble in her shoulders. The tremble spread down her belly, into her legs and then deep inside her womb. The tremble started her climax but that came on slowly; she worried that her body would give out before it raced through her. She had never had to pee so urgently. Her belly tightened even more, her climax raced and juices squirted out of her, spewing around Senna's lips and splattering everything within arms reach. Still her body trembled; she wanted to cry "Stop" but what came out was "God, Yes. More, More." More she got. Senna's hands flew and were rougher. A mighty growl rumbled in Heather's body; more flowed from her and her muscles tried to pull Senna's hand and arm deeper inside. The pleasure demanded more pleasure but it could not be endured. Heather's breath was irregular. With her last gasp she screamed and tried to push Senna away but slipped into darkness as her hands touched the head that was so contented to be buried between her legs. Two hours later Heather opened her eyes and watched a still nude Senna work around the apartment to straighten things, fill her wash basket and double check the black stretchy dress that she was going to wear tonight. When Senna saw that her eyes were open, she came to her and kissed her sweetly on the lips and pushed her hair away from her face. "I have never been touched by a woman before. That was wonderful. My body has never been so drained. Thank you. Thank you......" "My pleasure. No wonder Carl wants you. The juices from your body are delicious and addictive. I did not want to quit tasting you." "I felt like I peed all over you." "No, you squirted. Most women can't do that. And very few of the ones who can, produce as much as you do." "Still, I wet all over you and you had to bathe again." Senna's grin lit up the room and was as naughty a grin as Heather had ever seen. "What? What did I say?" "Not what you said; what I did and am going to do to Carl." Heather just looked blankly at Senna. "I only lightly wiped your wetness, most dried on my body. As oral as he is, he will be insane tasting both of us." "I'm sure he has done such things many times." "I've never heard of him doing anything with two women. Even so this will be as much for me. I would love to see you straddling his face while I fucked him. That will be in my mind all night no matter what happens." Heather was blushing bright red, hot, turned on and speechless from hearing Senna's admission. Her hands went instinctively between her legs and she felt more of her juices flow into her palms. "I see the idea doesn't offend you much." "I can't handle that thought right now. A lot of new things have happened to me already today. I have never had sex with Carl, been with a woman before or been involved in a threesome." "Maybe, but you are soaking wet and turned on. I can see that. You survived the girl-on-girl experience and were smiling. Maybe you'll return the favor when I'm lonely one day." That was too much for Heather. "I need to get back to my place, clean up and let you get ready. I do want a complete report, you know?" "Sort of a blow-by-blow, a humb-by-humb, a suck-by-suck and a cum-by-cum replay?" Every time Senna had been with Carl, he had been exceptionally considerate and then almost submissive when he felt how her body could move inside and manipulate his cock. The feelings put him in awe of her body and he went along for the ride and enjoyment. Today had been a bitch - supplier problems, shipment delays, two reneged deliveries of problem women and resultant contract disputes and one rare personnel problem. Instead of being his smooth, relaxed, in-control self, he was aggressive and testosterone filled. When Senna arrived he complimented her, offered her some wine and then slammed her into the wall and pushed her dress up. The surprise, excited her. He grabbed a handful of her hair and used it to maneuver her head for his passionate demanding kisses. Her pussy remembered how he stretched her; how his shaft slid along her clit on every stroke and how she had to endure an extra round of pleasure because he was not finished with her. She was still wet from playing with Heather. His kiss was demanding and she met it, sucked his tongue and offered hers. When she thrust her hips, her soaking cunt impaled itself on his index finger. His nostrils filled with Senna's scents. He expected that; he pushed her dress higher and she reached for his belt. Another scent inflamed his passion. This surprised him. He had not felt such need in years. Her dress was around her neck when his pants dropped to his ankles. Senna had not felt his cock so hard and pulsing before. She wrapped one leg around his hips and rubbed his throbbing helmet to wet it between her lips. His hands tightened around her dress pinning her head against the wall and he thrust very hard, driving into her body and slamming her ass noisily against the paneled wall. The noise jolted Carl back to reality and he looked into her eyes. They were wild, lust filled and she just said, "Fuck me as hard as you can." The room rattled as he pounded her. She pushed back and he lost his balance with his ankles tangled in his pants. He fell back and held on to her so all her weight landed on his hips driving his cock hard into her body and cervix. Senna howled in pain but continued to thrust. Carl rolled over on top, turning over the coffee table and pushing a chair noisily against other furniture. His lips never left her skin. He licked at her neck, lips, shoulders and breasts. His wild, out-of-control actions were a mystery to him. Senna smiled and said, "I said "Fuck me hard."" That challenge and the double dose of dried sex juices and female pheromones turned him into a raging pile driving animal. His thrusts hurt but each one was met with Senna chiding him to take her and be more of a man. For ten years he had kept track of women's cycles, kept them on birth control and still wore condoms. For these moments Carl's mind was totally filled with a driving need to cum in this woman, fill her, defeat her and impregnate this female like all males were designed to do. He rolled with her again moving her as if she weighed nothing at all. Senna was as wild as he was. She loved the feeling of power, being dominated, the secret she knew that was driving him and she was holding on tight as her third climax racked her body knowing that more were coming and coming. Carl almost gained control thinking how wild he was being, when Senna opened her mouth wide, engulfed his, sucked his tongue and exhaled forcing the scent of Heather's pussy into Carl's lungs. All control was impossible now. He raised up on his knees pulling her with him and then slammed her down with a mighty roar from his throat. He could not stop licking at her mouth and sucking her breath while he tried to fuck her as hard as she demanded each time she could breathe. Again he rolled with her. More furniture scooted away, another table turned over and a lamp fell and broke. Senna was not to be denied. She had been worked up all afternoon and then got more and more turned on as she thought of what she was bringing to drive Carl crazy. Twice she thought she might be hurt by his wild rolling and thrusting but those thoughts vanished as another climax caused her cunt to suck and ripple on the head of his cock. No matter how wild he got he couldn't seem to cum in her excessively soaking slippery cunt. In a mighty heave the couch moved and he rolled her on top and ordered, "Make your cunt suck me off before I kill both of us." These words were magical to her ears. She decided to risk it all, reached between them and spread her wetness across his lips. She had been pleased half a dozen times, driven a man crazy, watched him struggle to pump his cum in her and now plead for her to use her special talents to bring him back from the edge of madness. Senna sat up perfectly straight, under Carl's still thrusting body. She sat still and moved inside as she knew how to move. He was instantly still and she did it again. He groaned and curled up against her body, hugged her, kissed more combined juices from her breasts and licked madly at every inch of her exposed skin. For a couple of minutes she felt in control and watched the anguish ripple through his body and face. Again she contracted inside. She felt her cervix kiss the tip of his cock and her sheath milk down his shaft again. She loved the pain on his face, so she did it again. Her cervix opened slightly and sucked at the tip of his cock buried deep, but then the earth moved. An earthquake rose under her. They were both turning, still in mid air when he thrust and screamed "Now." She felt a hot rope shoot directly into her sucking open cervix just when both their bodies slammed full weight onto the floor. The air was forced out of her lungs. She gasped for breath just as her strongest climax hit, driven by the pain to breathe and Carl's two hundred pounds driving his cock into her belly. Surely he had found some way to pull into her. His cock stayed as deep as it had ever been, swelled even more, throbbed and pumped as his body arched back like a bow and was still except for the contractions that racked through his entire body ending in his cock. Senna was barely awake when Carl collapsed on her. Vaguely she knew he had passed out and that his cock was still jerking in the puddle of semen at the mouth of her nursing womb. Nothing in her life had ever felt so right, so perfect, so humanly complete. He was heavy; she was losing consciousness and for an instance of perfection she knew her body was pregnant for the first time. Maybe thirty, maybe forty-five minutes later the two sweat drenched lovers woke up tangled in each other's arms. Carl scrambled to get free. He was not supposed to lose control, care or be this satisfied. Still Senna marveled at how he put a robe on her, fretted over her, got her wine and served her even though he had a staff that did all that and more. He wanted her to sit in his lap and opened her robe so her dripping cunt would be over his soft cock. He lifted his cock and closed her thighs around it and rocked her tenderly until his mind remembered his job, his position and his island. Then slowly, he recovered, dinned with her, talked with her, laughed with her and lingered a long time not wanting to say goodnight or have her go home. Heather was bursting for her report. She watched Carl walk Senna all the way to her room, take her inside and heard them kiss. She waited for him to leave their building, go up the long walk and disappear into his building and then she rushed to her new friend's unlocked door. Dressed, reeking of sex, sprawled across her still made up bed, Senna was asleep and smiling. The report would have to wait. Before Heather or Senna awoke the next morning, a massive, beautiful basket of fresh fruit and flowers was put inside Senna's room. Heather read the attached note to a very groggy Senna, "I cannot guess how you bewitched and enchanted me so last night. You are beautiful, desirable and you take my breath and my mind away. Thank you for dining with me last night. The evening will be a treasured memory for the rest of my life. Maybe you will agree to give me another memory, even though this one was close to being lethal."