AUTHOR: Kay
RATING: NC17
CONTENT: Slash & Het (m/m, f/m, f/f) rape, mild bdsm
DISCLAIMER: Don't own the characters, Vince does. *pouts* I don't know
their true sexuality. This was inspired by Anne Rice's, "Exit to Eden." I
really love her work.
DISTRIBUTION: Kriket and Darkflame, others please ask first.
STORY TYPE: AU
SUMMARY: I think the title speaks for itself. *grins*
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Hello, my name is Trish, but you can call me Mistress. I run this beautiful
domain called Pleasure Island. It is just part of my world-wide
conglomerate, Fantasy, Inc. Not only do I supply all the pleasure products
imaginable, I provide the perfect island to live out those fantasies. Now
how many companies can do that? No one can make you come like I can.
That's my motto.
Yeah, I know, people call me slut and whore. That's ok. I like sex. Sex
is good. Anyone who says otherwise is sick. Sex is natural. Without it,
none of us would be here. In my younger years, I was a sex slave, but I
screwed my way to the top. Without sex, I wouldn't be here today. Hell,
I'm a walking testimonial.
Here on my island, I have only the best of slaves. All of which are
perfectly trained to enact your every fantasy and bring you pleasure. Each
slave signs a contract which varies from one to two years of service. Not
only do I pay them extravagantly, but they get the sexual experience of a
life time. Who could ask for more?
My clientele are the rich and famous. They shell out at least one million
each for a week long fantasy. Let's just say that I've never had a
complaint yet about one of my slaves or my island. Yes, we are that damn
good.
As I look out my balcony at the white sandy beach that surrounds the island
and the cool, lush tropical vegetation, a soft breeze caresses through my
hair. I sigh contentedly as I see beauty that most people overlook. Here in
my tropical paradise, everything is perfect. It has to be. I demand
perfection.
I look outwards from the island and see the approaching boat that brings my
newest guests. I motion for my servant girl, Stephanie, to ring the bell.
As the bell echoes, I smile as my slaves slowly emerge from their quarters
dressed in their golden thongs, the only attire worn on my island. Here,
the guests and I are the only ones that are allowed to dress. I dress, well
if you can call it that. I, too, wear a golden thong, but I also wear a
golden bra. None of the other females are allowed to cover their beautiful
breasts.
Stephanie resumes her rightful position by my side. My hand strays and
strokes her hair lovingly. She is my favorite and she knows it. She is a
billion dollar princess, but she chooses to stay with me as my servant.
Needless to say, her father and mother wasn't too happy about it.
As the guests slowly make their way up to us, I can tell this is going to an
interesting week. Being a holiday weekend, the guest list was smaller than
normal since most people prefer to stay home on holidays. On a good
weekend, I have ten guests. This week, I only have four lonely male guests.
But who am I to complain, that's four million dollars.
I shake hands with Chris Benoit, possibly one of the most dangerous mafia
figures in the U.S. I smile as I check out his outrageous hawaiian shirt
and bright yellow pants. Tears form in my eyes, as I hold back the giggle
that is so close to escaping. He looks harmless, but so do most predators
until they attack. I notice his eyes fall upon my precious Chris.
Chris Jericho is one of my newest additions. He and Stephanie didn't get
along at first, but together we mastered him. Although, he's not been
introduced properly to the art of male/male copulation. I shiver at the
thought of what Benoit will do to him, but Benoit knows my rules and has
accepted them. Although he has agreed not to physically damage my slave, I
have a feeling that he could do a lot of mental damage.
Before handing him the leash to Chris, I remind Benoit of my rules. He
smiles his famous gaped tooth smile. "Of course, Mistress."
I have no other choice but to hand him the leash. I see Chris visibly
tremble. Benoit smiles as he notices it too. He roughly pulls the
trembling young man to him, reveling in his fear.
I turn to the next guest, Kurt Angle. He is an olympic hero who wants to
try something different. I watch as his eyes drift to Hunter. Hunter
smiles as he sees the man looking at him.
Hunter was one of my first slaves. He came with Stephanie to the island and
together, they both decided to stay. They originally had plans to get
married, but changed their minds once experiencing the pleasures of the
island. Neither of them wanted to commit to just one person.
I hand Kurt the leash to Hunter, mentally noting that both men were
attracted to each other instantly.
"Thank you, Mistress," Kurt whispers as he kisses the back of my hand. I
watch as he slowly pulls Hunter to him.
As I turn to my next guest, Mark Calloway, I'm a little taken back by his
massive size. I still have a hard time believing that he's a stock broker.
He's made billions by buying and selling at the right time. Hell, who am I
to judge. I've made billions by making people come at the right time.
I watch as his eyes roam over Adam's tall and lean body. I briefly remind
him of the rules, also. He's just so huge and I don't want any of my slaves
to get hurt. Reluctantly, I hand him the leash to Adam.
Adam walks and stands beside of his new master, his head bowed in
submission.
I see Jason pout. Adam and him had never been separated before. They were
usually a package deal. I hand Jason's leash to Stephanie, who smiles as
she pulls Jason to her, stroking his hair, and whispering in his ear that
everything will be alright.
As I turn to my last guest, Sir William Regal, he smiles and kisses the back
of my hand. I pull my hand away quickly, not liking how sweaty his hand is.
I watch as his eyes roam lustfully over Stephanie's young, slim body, and
I try to hide my anger. It is the guest's right to pick his slave. I move
and take Jason's leash from her. She has a shocked expression on her face,
unable to believe that Regal wants her.
She knows the rules and allows me to hand her leash to Regal. There's
something about this jerk that I don't like. I can't believe that he
brought a body guard along. What was the guy's name? Rhyno. Christ, where
did he find him, in a zoo? I hug Jason closer, pressing his face between my
breasts. I don't like the way Rhyno is looking at him. Besides, he didn't
pay, so he doesn't get to play.
I motion for the remaining slaves to show the guests to their cabins. I'm
still miffed that Regal chose my Stephanie. I stroke Jason's soft hair as
he whimpers softly, watching Adam as he follows Calloway.
~TBC~
