The Island, Chapter 1

A visit to a very unusual resort where trafficked women are the unwilling playthings of the rich and perverse (loosely based on an RP location on Second Life).

Jeff stepped off the Sikorsky luxury helicopter, transitioning from the cool air-conditioned cabin to the warm and muggy tropical air of the helipad. While he appreciated the well stocked bar and the reasonably quiet and extremely comfortable ride, he would have thought the Cartel would provide a flight attendant to offer ‘special services’ during the roughly ninety-minute flight.

The helipad contained the bare essentials. A small building with a handful of seats and a lavatory served those awaiting an inbound flight or for new arrivals. A nearby shed served as workshop for the helicopter mechanic, who also cleaned and refueled the birds. There was also a small tiki bar, just four seats but with an impressive array of liquors.

The greeting party had Jeff’s preferred arrival drink, Havana Club Maximo, ready and waiting in a highball glass. While the porter, a reasonably attractive woman nearing middle age who was allowed panties and a bra, retrieved Jeff’s bag from the helicopter, the concierge, Guy, stepped forward to hand Jeff his beverage.

“Welcome back, Mr. Feinstein! Always a pleasure to see you. Will you be going to your cabana first, or straight to the fun?”

Jeff grinned. Guy had been with the Island staff since its inception, and Jeff had been one to the original clients. Guy knew damned well that Jeff never went to his cabana except to sleep, but he also was punctilious about protocol.

“Have the cunt take my bag to my room, Guy. Why don’t you tell me about any new arrivals?”

“Of course, Sir. You’ll be in Number 6, your usual. Right this way, Sir.”

While electric golf carts were available, the Island was small and Jeff, in great shape for his fifty-odd years of age, preferred to walk. A paved path led through thirty meters of dense jungle growth before opening again into a broad area. It was here that the ‘fun’ could begin.

Off to Jeff’s left was a dock which could service small shipping vessels, the kind that often carried contraband. Next to that was a small warehouse to hold the Island’s supplies, which mostly came in by such boats. Across from that, to his right, was the Island’s administration building, which included the barracks for the two dozen guards and a small medical clinic.

But the main attraction was directly in front of him. A dozen cages, each about 10 feet wide by eight feet deep by seven feet tall, formed a U at the end of the open area. The cages had plasticized chicken wire for the walls, ceiling, and doors, with hollow metal tubes forming the frame. A series of awnings covered the cages from above, guarding against excessive exposure to rain or sun.

Seven of the cages had an occupant. The cages were furnished with a simple wooden cot, lacking pillow, mattress or even sheeting. A large wooden bucket served as toilet, and food and water were served in pet dishes. In fact, the food was dog kibble.

The seven occupants were a mixture of women from around the world, from their late teens to at most early thirties. In looks, they ranged from pretty to model quality. Their sole garment was thin panties. As Jeff well knew, the panties were only provided so they had some shred of dignity left to lose.

Four lay on their cots, apparently asleep, or pretending to in hopes of being ignored. Two of them sat dejectedly, staring at Jeff and Guy with fear. The last was already standing, fingers gripping the wire cage wall.

“PLEASE!”, she screamed, tears already flowing. “Pease, help me! There must be some mistake! I don’t belong here!”

Jeff grinned. “New girl?”

Guy nodded. “Three days. American, college student who attended the wrong party on spring break in Mexico. She has been a popular cunt with Clients who prefer crying without much of a fight.”

Jeff shook his head. He preferred the fighters, at least to start. He walked around the cages, looking at each new girl on offer. Girls stayed in the cages until it was decided that they had, for the most part, accepted their fates.

The Island was, in effect, a very special resort. Women were kidnapped and brought here by a Cartel of human trafficking organizations from around the world. Carefully selected clients, very rich and very depraved, visited to have their way with the women here. A Client could do anything they wished with or to one of the cunts, as the women were called. There was a series of fines for clients who seriously injured, or even killed, a cunt, but no other consequence. There were always more cunts to be kidnapped and brought to the Island to replace them.

The only way off the Island, for the women, was as chum for the sharks who inhabited the reefs surrounding the Island. The cunts had subdermal RFID chips, so running into the jungle was useless. The nearest land was a handful of smaller, barren islands several miles away, too far to swim even if the sharks did not get them first. Past those islands it was at least a hundred miles of open water to the nearest land, and the prevailing current headed the other way, to thousands of miles of open ocean.

Jeff stopped in front of a cage holding a white cunt, maybe twenty years old, who was sitting and staring at Jeff, watching his every move. “Tell me about her.”

Guy smirked. “Russian, nineteen. She had been here about two weeks. We have to keep her nails trim, this bitch puts up a fight and liked to scratch until she learned that earns her broken fingers. I don’t know what she did back in Russia, but she was a virgin when she arrived.”

Jeff found that hard to credit. The girl was skinny, maybe 5’6”, with B cup tits, blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Russian girls like her were far more likely to end up as in porn, working as whores or strippers, or serving as arm candy to the rich and powerful.

“Is she a biter?”

“No, that lesson she did not need to be taught. Apparently she wants to keep her teeth.” They shared a laugh.

“She’ll do, I think”, Jeff said. He held out his right wrist, and Guy secured a silver metal bracelet. Inside the band was a chip that would operate the various doors and keep track of what was spent on the Island. The Clients were men who demanded the best, and did not quibble over bills.

Wishing Jeff a good time, Guy walked off to monitor the service in other areas. There was always at least one guard on duty at the door to the administration building, and a newly arrived client usually brought out a few more to enjoy the show.

Turning back to the cage, Jeff growled at her in Russin. “Now, cunt, let’s see how much fun you are.”

The girl backed away from the door, letting out a feral scream as Jeff opened it and entered. She tried to knock his hands away as he reached for her, clawing futilely at his skin. He got a grip on her hair, and yanked her off the cot. She landed awkwardly, twisting one of her ankles. She screamed in pain and rage, rubbing the ankle as Jeff unzipped his fly and fished his cock, already half hard, from his pants.

The cunt continued to struggle as Jeff tried to drag her into position to fuck her mouth. Finally, he grabbed her by the throat, squeezing hard, his other hand twisting in her hair. After a few seconds she opened her mouth trying to get air, and Jeff rammed his cock between her lips.

“That’s it, you miserable cunt”, Jeff rasped, forcing his cock in until she retched, trying in vain to pull back against his grip. “This is what you’re good for.”

He continued to fuck her throat while choking her. She continued to struggle, and he spit in her face. “Settle down and take it like a good cunt!”

Soon enough, lack of oxygen caused her struggles to lessen. Before she could pass out, Jeff pulled his cock from her mouth, causing her to gasp in great gulps of air without a thought for anything else. He smacked her wetly across her face several times with his cock, dripping with thick slobber from her throat.

“That’s better.” He glanced around, seeing several of the other girls watching on in horror.
Jeff yelled at them, “The faster you learn to suck when you’re told to, the faster you’ll get out of those cages!” Then he shoved his cock back in the girl’s mouth, took two handfuls of hair, and began to violently fuck her face, wet with tears and spit.

Never allowed to catch her breath, the most she could manage as resistance was to push weakly at his thighs when he held his cock in her throat for too long. As Jeff raped her mouth, he alternately degraded her and told her how good she looked with a cock in her mouth, how much he loved when she choked on the tip of his cock, and how pretty her eyes tears made her eyes. All the while his thrusts got deeper, faster, and harder.

When he had enough, he tossed her onto the cot. He quickly kicked off his shoes, followed by his pants and then pulled his polo shirt over his head. The cunt had recovered enough to start swearing at him, holding her knees tight to her chest.

Jeff backhanded her, knocking her to her side and causing her to go limp. He had no trouble pulling her legs apart, spitting onto his hand and rubbing it over his cock for lube. Yanking off her panties, exposing her shaven pussy, he positioned himself at her entrance then grabbed her head again, yanking her face close to his so he could enjoy the look on her face when the rape began in earnest.

He thrust in brutally, looking deep into her eyes as she screamed. “Yeah, you like this, don’t you, cunt?”, he mocked her. She was wet, her body instinctively protecting itself from injury while being violated. “Dripping like a whore for me.”

As she thrashed around beneath him, he pounded his cock into her. The wooden cot squeaked and rocked back and forth as he slammed in over and over, After a while, her screams began to annoy him, so he balled up her panties and shoved the into her mouth, laughing at her as she tried to get her hands up to pull them out.

His hands went back to her neck, both to fend off her attempts to remove the gag as well as to choke her some more. He had once watched a Client hold a cunt underwater, raping her as she drowned. It seemed a waster to Jeff, but he did learn to enjoy the fear in their eyes, wondering if this time he wouldn’t let up.
When she once again began to go limp he pushed himself off her. He pulled her to her unsteady feet, pushing her against the mesh wall on one side of the cage, facing the girl who had been begging for help earlier. The fight was largely out of the cunt as Jeff pushed his cock, lubed only by her vaginal fluid, into her unprepared ass.

The agony was enough to elicit a scream, but she could muster no more than that. With her face pushed into the mesh, her ass was raped without mercy. Jeff stared over her shoulder at the newest girl in the next cage. “I’m going to come back for you tonight, cunt”, he laughed at her. “A little romance by the moonlight on the beach. I’ll bet you’re a good girl for me.”

The prisoner’s eyes grew wide and she collapsed in a heap on her cot, sobbing incoherently.

Jeff was nearing his climax, and wanted to appropriately reward the cunt for putting up a fight. Or punish her, depending on how you looked at it. He squeezed her to the edge of unconsciousness, then pulled out. He managed to turn her around as she collapsed to her knees. She had no idea what was happening until she tastes her ass on his cock as he pushed it into her mouth once again. She was too spent to do more than gag on it.

“Be a good cunt next time, maybe you’ll get treated better”, Jeff growled. He held her head in place as he pulled out. A few quick strokes and his dick puked on her face. Thick white globs landed on her cheeks and hair and in her eyes. “There you go, now you’re a proper pretty little cunt”, he told her.

Using her hair as a rag, he wiped his cock off. She lay there, barely energy enough to wipe her eyes clear as he dressed. Exiting the door, which slammed shut behind him, he looked around. None of the girls met his glance, but all were now clearly awake.

“When I come back later”, he announced, “the last one to beg me to fuck her is getting whipped on that post”. He pointed to one of three bondage devices nearby for tying and torturing the cunts. “THEN I’ll fuck you.” He looked at each girl again. “And I will NOT be as nice as I was with that cunt.”

With that, his balls drained and his mouth dry, he strolled off whistling a tune, wondering if their was any action at the bar.