[[[-Island_Fever16.TXT-]]] +========================================================================+ ------------------------------------------------------------------------ || =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- || || ------------------- Island Fever ------------------- || || -------------------- An erotic story ------------------ || || --------------------- M/F, F/F and a lot more ----------------- || || ---------------------- Written by JeremyDCP ---------------- || || ----------------------- Copyright (c) 2014 --------------- || || =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- || ------------------------------------------------------------------------ +========================================================================+ ========================\_________________________________________________ Chapter 16: Subjugation ------------------------------------------------- ========================================================================== With exactly two weeks of the ladies' visit to the island now in the books, I finally decided that it was time to offer all of them the opportunity to spend a full day with me on the mainland. We would travel through the Pacific Ocean via boat to the capital city of Peru - Lima - which was located 130 miles (209 kilometers) from this tropic of eros which I had called home for the past 17 years. I actually had this day planned well before any of the ladies had arrived on the island. In two weeks, I had another trip in store for them. There were several valid reasons for the excursion, but the primary one was the simple fact that a few of the girls (Lindsay, Devon and Kristanna to be exact) had made recent comments about it being time for a trip to the hair stylist. Once the others (Pamela, Trish, Amy and Camille) caught wind of those requests, they joined the bandwagon as well. I was originally going to wait another week. Thus, it was a unanimous decision when I made the offer to escort them to the mainland for a day of feminine pampering which included a facial, manicure, herbal body wrap, salt glow rub and massage, reflexology treatment, exfoliation and, of course, haircuts/permanents. Everyone wanted to go. So, on Monday morning at the unholy time of 6:00am, the group boarded the big boat with me here on the island - a 72 foot, high-speed _Teknicraft Catamaran Excursion Cruiser_ - and we immediately set sail for the mainland. With a top speed of 35 knots per hour and a cruising speed of 28, we did not reach the port of Callao in downtown Lima via the big boat until approximately 10:00am. Once there, all of the ladies and I hopped into the stretch limousine that I had previously arranged for, and we were promptly whisked across town to the most upscale and prestigious beauty salon that the entire country of Peru had to offer. I paid the equivalent of $49,000 USD for all seven of the ladies to be pampered and spoiled rotten beyond any and all reason. Even though I got a haircut of my own (reverting back to my younger days with a flat-top), the long stay at the salon was quite tedious for me. After all, not many men would enjoy spending a good portion of their day in a beauty salon. I mostly kept busy by browsing the Internet on my cellular telephone and reading literally every magazine the establishment had in its waiting room. On the other hand, however, I had no reason to complain simply because all of the ladies had the time of their lives. The various staff members at the salon treated each of them like pure gold, tending to their every request and making certain they got the absolute most out of their visit. Still, it seemed like we stayed there forever... There was only one easily noticeable change amongst the ladies in terms of their hairstyles. Lindsay, whose blonde, free-flowing tresses had previously been loose and wavy, got a new look with a heavy dose of curls. It was such a drastic change from Lindsay's original hairstyle that several of the other girls playfully teased her by calling it a _rat trap_. Devon also got a few inches trimmed off in back, but I did not consider that to be too drastic of a change. Once we finally left the salon at 3:00pm, I asked the ladies if they would like to go on a whirlwind tour of the city. As I mentioned earlier, Lima was the capital of Peru, and it also had a tremendous amount of tourist traps. With everyone in agreement about wanting to explore what Lima had to offer, we hopped into the limousine and began the tour. Rich with culture and tradition, Lima is one of my favorite cities in the world. There is an excellent collection of museums, beautiful Spanish churches in the town center, and some distinguished mansions in the wealthy suburbs of Barranco and Miraflores. Although the pace of life in Lima is quite fast and frenetic, with expensive, fast American cars cruising the main streets, things were mellowed somewhat by the presence of the ocean and beaches. The citizens of Lima are generally hard-working and quite friendly, which were two qualities that appealed to me. Kristanna, who had been here with me several times in the past, literally begged the others that we pay a visit to _Museo de la Nacion_, which was Lima's largest and most prestigious museum. The reason Kristanna had such a great, vested interest in this particular museum was that its main theme was archeology, which also just happened to be the collegiate course that she was majoring in. Thus, _Museo de la Nacion_ was the first place that we visited. During our two hour stay, Kristanna displayed her considerable knowledge about archeology as she explained (in great detail) many of the exhibits to the other ladies. Admission to the museum was reasonable at nine Nuevo Sol per person (or approximately $2.78 in American currency). _Museo Nacional de Antropological y Arqueologica_ was the next stop on our whirlwind tour. Stocked full of important and priceless pre-Columbian artifacts, this museum had quite an outstanding reputation as well. Granite obelisks, textiles and ceramics of the various pre-Columbian cultures - including the _Nazca_ - were on display here, offering all visitors an unmatched introduction to the great civilizations which thrived and flourished in Peru thousands of years ago. Along with Kristanna, Pamela seemed to be interested in what the two museums had to offer. Pamela's mind was like a sponge, and she always wanted to learn more about everything by soaking up any and all knowledge that was presented to her. Others however, most notably Lindsay and Camille, acted quite aloof and withdrawn during the two tours. They had little to no interest whatsoever in either museum or archeology. At 7:00pm - our standard time for dinner on the island - we made our way into perhaps the most glitzy, expensive seafood restaurant that Lima had to offer, _Costa Verde_. Feeling quite hungry, I chose sea bass with wild mushrooms for myself from the humungous buffet, along with basil and ricotta gnocchi, and river shrimp dipped in saffron sauce. It was delicious. I must add that sea bass is the _filet mignon of fish_ - at least in my own humble opinion. Not all of the ladies were connoisseurs when it came to eating seafood, but I was happy that they were at least willing to sample various items from the buffet. I was fairly certain that Amy had never tried barbequed cod and bacon wrapped in a banana leaf, but she clearly enjoyed it. Unfortunately, the same could not be said for Pamela when it came to mahi-mahi tacos with olives mixed in. She took a little bite or two before deciding that it was not for her. Lindsay finished off all of her red king crab legs, although she made quite the mess in doing so. After dinner ended, Camille made the request that we go to the bullfighting arena. I agreed to go, but warned her and the others beforehand that bullfighting in this part of the world is Spanish-style - which means that the bull is killed at the end of the competition. Needless to say, that little tidbit of information sickened several of the ladies - especially renowned animal lovers Lindsay and Kristanna. With no one but Camille now interested in going to the arena, she eventually withdrew her request. Everyone was happy. Our final destination on the sightseeing tour of Lima was _Iglesia de La Merced_, a 17th century church located just two blocks from the very center of town. It was Lindsay, the religious sweetheart whose father was a minister before his unfortunate passing last November, who insisted that we visit this historic church. It was most famous as a shrine to the followers of a 17th century priest named Padre Urraca. Even now, Peruvian worshipers come daily to give their respects, praying and touching the large silver cross dedicated to him. It was after 10:30pm once we returned to the harbor and boarded the big boat, then finally began our long voyage back to the island. Because it had been such a tiring day, the lovely trio of Trish, Amy and Camille went to the deluxe sleeping quarters of the boat, hoping to take a nap there. Pamela and Lindsay were seated upon the sun deck, engaged in conversation, while Devon and Kristanna kissed and snuggled together on the floor right here with me in the main bridge of the ship. As the captain, I was treated to the sights and sounds of both ladies as I steered the boat back home. Our projected estimated time of arrival was 2:45am. Somehow, I had to keep myself awake until that time. * * * It was past midnight when I heard a noise from behind, causing me to turn and then smile at the mesmerizing sight of the sweet and darling Kristanna. Dressed in a pair of black spandex pants and a colorful windbreaker, Kristanna flashed a mischievous smile and waved her newly-manicured hand at me in greetings. "Hi Jeremy." "Hey sweetheart." I glanced to the side and noticed that Devon was curled up in a sleeping bag in the corner with blankets and pillows all around her. She was out like a light. There was an empty sleeping bag next to her. When I last checked on them 30 minutes ago, it was occupied by Kristanna and she too, had been fast asleep. "Anything wrong?" I wondered. "You need another blanket or two? I'll get you some more if you like." "I am fine, but dank yew for asking." God, I loved her voice. Kristanna's accent was priceless. And it was sexy. "Devvy is smart. She kept sleeping. Me, I cannot sleep." "Why don't you lay down and try?" I suggested. "We are not even halfway through our voyage. It's gonna be at least two-and-a-half hours before we get back to the island. Get some sleep, Krissy. I've got everything under control." "I am good," she told me. "Do not vorry about me. I dought I vould get up for a vile and give yew some company." I smiled at the prospects. Kristanna was such a doll. "I cannot argue with that." I let out a long, exaggerated yawn. "I feel like falling over and taking a nap myself. But I have to drive the boat and get you girls back to the island before I can get any sleep of my own." I laughed and concluded, "My job is way too difficult..." "Actually, Mister Jeremy, I vanted to dank yew for all da dings yew did for us today. All da udder girls... so happy." Kristanna's eyes flashed as she continued, "I have never felt so energized and invigorated like I did after dat herbal body vrap and awesome salt massage." Kristanna shivered in a theatrical manner and giggled like a little girl. "Honestly, I never felt better in my vull life!" Then, she blushed. "Vell... except ven I am having sex, of course." Chuckling lightly, I extended my right arm and motioned for Kristanna to come to me. When she did, I curled my arm around her slender waist and gently pulled her against me. Kristanna turned at the last possible second and, with her back to me, took a seat upon my knee as I lounged about in the captain's chair. I offered an exposed portion of her neck a little kiss and breathed in the exotic fragrance of her long, beautiful hair. The touch of golden thread across my face, the faint smell of sweet lilacs arose and flooded my senses with dizzying thoughts. "I am not used to coming to da island and not being da center of yewr attention," Kristanna commented, placing her hands upon my own at her stomach as I held her from behind. "What do you mean?" "Every single time I come to da island in da past - I have made 47 total trips to be precise - I vas usually da only udder person dare vid yew," she explained. "Aside from Louisa the housekeeper in recent times, and on da very rare occasions someone from yer family vas visiting, it vas alvays yust yew and me." She paused and ended, "I miss da alone time vid yew, crazy Jeremy." "Are you becoming jealous of the others for stealing your spotlight?" I teased her. Kristanna turned around in my lap to face me and shook her head quite vigorously. "No, not at all." I placed my right hand on her upper thigh and caressed it gently. "It is different and strange for me too, sweetheart. You always were the absolute center of my universe every single time that you came to visit my island in the past. But you know I have been busy with the others - most notably Pamela and Devon." I sighed and growled inwardly for a brief moment. "I need to make a choice between those two. It is going to be damn near impossible. I love them both. I want them both. And I don't want either of them to leave me." Kristanna giggled. "Maybe yew could have two brides! Pamela and Devvy, yew know. Vy not?..." I laughed as well and shrugged off her comment as nothing. "I don't think that is going to happen. Besides, you and Devon are all over each other, Krissy. You and her cannot keep your hands off of each other. I'm not quite sure Devon is ever going to let you out of her sights." "Vat do yew mean?" "When it is time for everyone to go home in four weeks, Devon will not allow you to return to Norway," I responded. "She will not let you get away from her. Devon will force you to go to Pennsylvania and start a life there with her." There was a good 10 seconds of pure silence between us before I continued, "Everyone talks about how Trish is so much in love with Lindsay. I think Devon is more in love with you, Krissy." The quirky blonde smiled brightly as I mused, "I honestly think she loves you more than Trish loves Lindsay." "Maybe I vill take Devvy to Norway vid me," she declared. "Or maybe I stay on da island and yew have tree vives!" Her words made me burst out into laughter. "Three wives? What? You want to marry me, too? Pamela, Devon and you?" I got a good chuckle out of that. The thought was amusing. Kristanna was my best friend. Unfortunately, the meaning of her words - and their sincerity - flew right over my head. "So vitch one are yew going to choose? Pamela or Devvy?" "I don't know," was my honest response. "Devon seems absolutely flawless. No one can say a bad thing about her. She is so nice, so unassuming, so comely... truly the type of woman any man would be proud to bring home to his mother. Pamela, in the eyes of some, has some flaws because of all the time she has spent as a stripper. But those flaws make her more complete, in my mind, and even MORE flawless." I took a deep breath. "Do you understand what I mean?" "I understand perfectly," Kristanna nodded. "But da choice is betveen Pamela and Devvy, no? Da udder girls - Trish, Lindsay, Amy - yew are not considering dem any more?" "Pamela and Devon," I nodded. "That's it. Trish was a distant third, but I've pretty much given up on her. She only has eyes for Lindsay. Really, I cannot blame her." "Maybe yew could marry Camille!" Kristanna giggled. "Ummmmm... no. Just no." "Never say never..." "What do you think, Krissy? Pamela or Devon? Who do you think is the best fit for me?" "Yew know da answer to dat question," she retorted. "But yew also know dat I am biased. Vy... Devvy, of course!" "You and Devon have really gotten close." "Ve have," the 23-year-old agreed. "I know vat Devvy dinks of yew, Jeremy. I know how much she is in love vid yew. And I know dat she vould do anyding to make yew happy." Kristanna went silent for a moment. "Dat is vat yew vant, no? Someone to love and care for yew? Dat is vat yew have alvays vanted. Devvy vould do dat." "You don't think Pamela feels the same way about me? You don't think Pamela would do her best to make me happy?" "I do," Kristanna nodded. "I could say da same dings about Pamela, too. Yew are a knight in shining armor to Pamela, Jeremy. Yew are her savior - maybe da only person voo could rescue her from da life she is in. But as I told yew, I am biased. I vill alvays side vid Devvy. Yew are my favorite man, and Devvy is my favorite voman. I vould be so incredibly happy if da two of yew hooked up and got married. Dare is only one ding, dough. At da wedding, yew have to promise me dat I get to be da Maid of Honor!" "I just don't want to choose between Pamela and Devon," I reiterated. "They are both perfect." "Then do not choose," Kristanna said. "Take each of dem. Make each of dem yewr bride. Two brides!" I laughed at her again. "Things sure would be a lot more simple that way. I wish I could choose both of them, Krissy. The problem is, I have not seen a whole lot of interaction between Pamela and Devon since they arrived on the island. They are friendly and get along, but there doesn't seem to be a romantic spark at all between them. It would be much different if they were all over each other - kind of the same way you and Devon are. Then, I could possibly explore the idea of BOTH of them being a long-term part of my life. That would be most interesting..." Kristanna pursed her lips together and appeared lost in thought for a moment. "Maybe Pamela and Devvy have not had da right... motivation, yet, to get togedder. I vill see if I can cook someding up and spark a fire betveen dem." "Krissy..." I sighed. "Don't try to manufacture something that isn't there. Why would you try to hook Devon up with Pamela? If things don't work out for me and Devon, you and her could start a life of your own together. You could go back with her to Pennsylvania, or she could run off to Norway with you. I need to pick one of them, and I need to do it soon. Both Pamela and Devon already have visions of their own when it comes to me." "I vould hook Devvy up vid Pamela because it vould make yew happy," Kristanna explained. "Vat have I alvays told yew, Jeremy? I yust vant yew to be happy. Dat is all I vant. Yew are most important person of all to me. I dink nudding vould make yew happier dan having Pamela and Devvy in yewr life togedder." She nodded her head and concluded, "I vill see vat I can do to make it happen." "And what about you? You're crazy over Devon. You want to set Devon up with another woman just for my benefit? You could ultimately be left out in the cold with no one." "If it makes yew happy, yes." "Krissy!..." "Or maybe I could be vife number tree!" I tilted my head and looked at her intently. Kristanna had that energetic, playful smile which I had become so accustomed to seeing from her over the past couple of years. She had always been quite the comedian. Kristanna loved to make me laugh. She loved the reaction. Now, however, I had the overwhelming sense that she was not being playful. "Are you serious when you say that to me, Krissy?" Suddenly, there was the sound of the bridge room door being opened from behind us. Startled, I turned and was rewarded with the charming sight of the luscious Pamela, who was standing there wearing a white button-up blouse, gray slacks and a pair of clear high-heels. It was a very simple and conservative choice of attire, but rest assured, Pamela still looked as appealing and as sexy as ever. "Hi Pamela," Kristanna greeted, waving a hand at her. "Hey," she returned, before shifting her focus to me. I then realized that Pamela, who had both arms folded and clenched together at her midriff, was cold. In fact, she was shivering. I could see the goosebumps on her hands. Kristanna stepped to the side without a word as I rose out of the captain's chair and made my way over to Pamela. Without a second thought, I took off my heavy leather jacket and draped it around Pamela's shoulders. She certainly seemed appreciative as I tugged and pulled on the jacket in front, closing it around her chest and torso. Large and bulky, it nearly went all the way down to her knees. "I told you girls before we left Peru that it was going to be a cold trip," I said to Pamela. We were sailing in the ocean in the dead of the night. The wind could get quite nippy and sharp. "Why don't you have a blanket with you? The last thing I want is for you to catch the flu." Of course, since I had given my jacket to Pamela and now only a wore a thin t-shirt above the waist, I suddenly felt bitterly cold myself. I would survive, though. I much rather Pamela have my jacket. She needed it more. "I had plenty of blankets on the sun deck with Lindsay," Pamela informed me. "I just wanted to come down and talk to you for a bit." The 30-year-old glanced over at Kristanna, then back at me. She then noticed Devon tucked away all nice and snug in the corner, sleeping like a log. "Am I interrupting anything? I will leave if I am." Actually, Pamela had interrupted my conversation with Kristanna. Right when I had asked Kristanna if she was serious or not about being the _third wife_, Pamela showed up. I was not complaining, mind you. I would _never_ tell Pamela that she had interrupted. Nor would I ask her to step away. But I did not get an answer from Kristanna. And I wanted one very badly. Unfortunately, it would have to wait. "Yew did not interrupt anyding," Kristanna said in that sweet, melodious accent of hers. "Ve verr yust sitting and talking about silly stuff ourselves." Kristanna gazed my way for an instant before focusing her eyes back upon Pamela. "Yew could never interrupt us, honey." Kristanna was a sweet girl. There was no doubt about that. We had not been talking about _silly stuff_, as she claimed. In fact, I think our discussion had been quite serious. We had spoke about not only my future, but hers as well. And I did not get that answer. I still wanted it. But, Kristanna did not have it in her to be rude. So she told Pamela that nothing of importance had been interrupted. In reality, though, it had. With Pamela no more than six inches away from me, I slipped both arms around her and brought her to me for a friendly, thoughtful embrace. I held it an extra second or two not because I enjoyed having her so close, but the jacket. Yes, the jacket. It provided me with a little burst of warmth. I was freezing cold! "What did you want to talk about?" I asked her. "What can I do for you tonight, dear?" Pamela glanced downward for a moment, then meandered toward the opposite wall and leaned back against it. My eyebrows raised, I looked at her expectantly. "Everyding okay?" Kristanna wondered. Pamela took a deep breath and looked squarely at me. "I feel as though I can say this in front of Kristanna, since she helps you run and oversee things on the island." I nodded my head at her as she continued, "But I wanted to talk to you about Lindsay, and some concerns I have about her." "Oh?" Hmmmmm, I was not expecting that. Pamela had some concerns about Lindsay? "Do tell." "Are you aware of what has been happening between Lindsay and Amy the past couple of days?" I shrugged my shoulders. "No. What's up?" I then recalled the conversation that Amy had with Pamela, Lindsay and Camille this past Friday evening. I watched from the voyeur room as Amy claimed to have popped Lindsay's _anal cherry_ with a dildo. Not only did she make it sound like a glorious conquest for her, but Amy seemed even more gratified with the simple fact that she had gotten to that particular part of Lindsay's body before I did. Amy was still upset that Trish and I had took Lindsay's virginity instead of her. "Lindsay and Amy have been spending an awful lot of time together," Pamela remarked. "Amy is my friend, Jeremy, but I do not think she is leading Lindsay down the right path." "What do you mean?" Kristanna must have realized that without my jacket, I was in a bad way. I could not hide it any longer. So, she retrieved a heavy blanket from the overhead compartment and tossed it around my shoulders. I quickly wrapped myself in it and offered Kristanna a gracious smile in response. Pamela breathed deeply once again. "I walked into the room I share with Amy last night, and I found Lindsay on the bed. She had a gag in her mouth and she was spread-eagle; her arms tied to different ends of the headboard, and her legs bound to the feet of the bed. And her butt was a flaming red." Pamela glanced downward for a moment. "Amy had been dominating her. She had been whipping her." "Did Lindsay have any sort of protest to this?" I asked, wanting to come across as professional and as level-headed as I could. That was fascinating and exciting news, but I could not over-react to the situation in front of Pamela. "I don't think so," the 30-year-old answered. "But even so, I do not think it is right." "If Lindsay does not protest or have any obyections to it, Jeremy and I cannot get involved," Kristanna chimed in. "Ve made dat decision long ago. Ve are not going to interfere vid anyding dat happens betveen da girls on da island." Her eyes flashing, Kristanna smiled and clarified, "Yew said dat ass was a... flaming red?" "Yes," Pamela nodded. "There were two straps on the bed. Amy had used them to to whip her." "Did yew join in da fun?" Pamela made a face at Kristanna. "No way!" Wow. Pamela even appeared somewhat disgusted that Kristanna would say such a thing to her. "I took the gag out of her mouth and tried to untie her, but Lindsay told me not to. She said Amy stepped away for a moment, but would be back. Lindsay told me to put the gag back in and leave the room if what I was seeing was upsetting me in any possible way." Kristanna did not mean or try to insinuate anything bad with her comment. She would say things like that for pure effect sometimes. It was simply her nature. Unfortunately, Pamela did not know her quite like I did. "I... I was talking to Lindsay for a long time before coming here," Pamela added. "We had a good, long talk up on the sun deck. She has no problem with what Amy has been doing to her. I... I couldn't believe it." "Kristanna is right," I told her. "If Lindsay has no objections, we are not getting involved. That was our rule. I cannot tell Lindsay and Amy how to live their life, or conduct themselves, on the island. As long as it is mutual - and Amy did not force or coerce her into anything - I have no reason to become involved. Lindsay is an adult; she is old enough to make her own decisions." "Lindsay is an 18-year-old kid!" Pamela shot back at me, a hint of anger in her voice. "How does she go from being this sweet and innocent virgin less than two weeks ago, to now being a bondage submissive who gets off on pain?" A... bondage submissive? Lindsay? Really? Apparently, I had not been in the voyeur room much the past couple of days. How could Lindsay the bondage submissive have slipped by me? I needed to come up to speed on things with her at my earliest opportunity. Fortunately, everything that happened on the island was archived on video within the voyeur room. "Lindsay has a submissive personality," Kristanna said to Pamela. "Da personality profiler dat ve have predicted it. From her very first time vid Trish and Jeremy, if yew notice, Lindsay has done more and more. She vas in a seven girl orgy yust a few days after losing her virginity. Dat seven girl orgy turned into a seven girl gang-bang on Jeremy." My eyes went wide at the memory as she kept going, "Den da next day, Lindsay dresses up like a cheerleader for Jeremy. Dat vas a submissive move on her part. Lindsay did not have to do dat. Look at all da times she has had sex vid Trish. And den she let Amy plug her in da ass vid a dildo." Kristanna nodded her head. "Lindsay is vay more progressed dan da typical girl voo yust lost her virginity a week-and-a-half ago. It does not surprise me dat she is exploring sex and submission vid Amy. It is in her nature to do so. Many of da dings she has done so far has been aimed at pleasing udders." "I do not think it is healthy for her," Pamela insisted, looking at me. "Lindsay is the daughter of a minister. She talks about following in her father's footsteps and becoming a minister herself." Pamela stepped forward and grasped my wrists with her hands. "Tears, Jeremy. I saw tears. Lindsay's face was covered in them from that whipping." "A good vipping can hurt," Kristanna surmised. "But some people get off on da hurt. Apparently Lindsay one of dem." "I'm not asking you to get involved," Pamela implored to me. "But can you at least talk to Lindsay about it? She is no longer listening to Trish about the subject. God, Trish loves that girl and would do anything for her. Trish is scared to death for her. Trish is scared to death of what Amy ultimately has in mind for her. Lindsay even told Trish to stay out of her business! But out of all the people on the island, Jeremy, Lindsay would not shut you out. She would listen to you. Can you at least talk to her about it?" "What am I supposed to say?" "I don't know!" Pamela fretted, upset. "I just... I don't think what Amy is doing with her is right. I... I don't want Lindsay to make the same... the same mistake... that I did." "Oh? What mistake is that?" "Becoming a stripper at age 19," Pamela answered. "I got so entrenched as being a stripper that 11 years later, I still have yet to dig myself out of that hole. I wish I never got involved with stripping. That is what I mean with Lindsay. I do not want her to get involved with something that she one day regrets, and cannot find her way out of. Amy will manipulate and corrupt Lindsay beyond any and all reason if she is allowed the opportunity." Kristanna nodded her head and glanced my way. "Lindsay has been going a hundred miles an hour as of late, Jeremy. Maybe Pamela is right. I do not vant da little girl to crash and burn. It could get ugly." "Very well," I finally relented. "I'll talk to her." Still, what was I supposed to say? "Thank you, Jeremy!" Pamela exclaimed, full of relief, as she tossed her arms around my shoulders for another embrace. The young woman squeezed even tighter as she said, "You have no idea how much this means to me." * * * The following day, the time was 2:12pm when I found myself seated at the control panel within my voyeur room. I had yet to follow through on my promise to Pamela and speak to Lindsay about her new-found affinity for the submissive lifestyle. I had not witnessed her act overly submissive thus far, nor had I been keeping up with the passionate trysts she and Amy seemed to be having together more and more often. Before I could speak to her, I had to find out what was going on. The current date was Monday, June 17, 2013. With the help of the voyeur room and its archives, I was able to go back in time, so to speak, to Friday, June 14. From everything I had gathered, this was the primary trigger point for whatever was currently happening between Lindsay and Amy. It may have only been three days ago, yes, but most things seem to escalate very rapidly here on the island. I have no idea why. All activities on the island at 5:51pm on Friday, June 14, 2013 were now flashing across the various surveillance monitors on the wall in front of me. On one screen, I was in the kitchen with Louisa, the elderly housekeeper, helping her prepare dinner. Louisa usually did not want any help, but she was feeling a bit under the weather that particular evening and agreed to let me assist her. On another screen, I noticed that Kristanna was lounging beside the indoor (heated) pool along with Pamela, Trish, Devon and Camille. The five ladies were busy chatting and, from the look of things, having a wonderful time together. But my sole focus was the third active monitor. Lindsay was in Amy's guest suite, squirming about as she sat upon the bed in a little, two-piece bikini swimsuit. Of course, Amy was beside her, running her long, slender fingers throughout the vixen's silky-smooth blonde hair. Intrigued, I enabled the audio so I could listen in. "Everybody is gonna wonder where I'm at," Lindsay said, appearing a bit distraught. "I told Trish I would only be gone for a few minutes - long enough to get a drink in the kitchen. I don't want them to worry about me..." "Wouldn't you rather be here with me, though?" Amy asked, a wicked, nasty glint in her eyes. "I mean... think about it. You could lay at poolside with the others and talk about nothing. Or, you could be here with me in my room, and let me fuck your brains out like no one ever has before." Lindsay squirmed about some more in response to those words. "Well, if you put it that way..." "That's my girl," Amy grinned, as she continually stroked and brushed Lindsay's hair with her fingertips. "You're such a pretty thing. Did anyone ever tell you that, honey?" Lindsay blushed and replied, "A couple of times. Jeremy tells me that every single chance he gets!" She stroked Lindsay's hair some more and cooed, "There are a couple of things that I would be interested in trying with you - if YOU are interested." The red-head offered Lindsay a kiss on the cheek and asked, "Would you be willing to allow me to... oh, indulge myself?" "Indulge away," Lindsay giggled in response. "First thing is first," Amy said, before her voice turned more dark and fierce. "Take your bikini off." Lindsay looked at the 30-year-old with wide eyes, but complied with the request. She wiggled out of first her top, then her G-string. "Quick personality change, huh?" "I don't mean to scare you, honey, or make you feel one bit uncomfortable. Not my intent." Next, Amy reached underneath the bed and produced a pair of silk scarves. "Let me live out this fantasy with you, Lindsay. I want to do things to you that you don't even know are possible. And I want to do it right now. First, I want to tie you up." "You're into that bondage stuff?" the teen-ager scoffed. "Come here, sweetheart," Amy breathed, embracing Lindsay with both arms and kissing her passionately. I watched with very interested eyes as the pair of ladies swapped their tongues together through a heated, open-mouthed exchange. Lindsay, whose taut, nude form was on total display, seemed to be succumbing to the idea of being placed into bondage. "Are you going to let me do it?" Amy insisted, waving one of the white scarves before Lindsay's face once their kiss ended. Not getting an immediate answer, Amy buttered Lindsay up some more with another tongue-filled kiss. "Oh yes," she finally replied. "Do it..." "Lay down front-first on the bed, sweetheart," was Amy's instructions. Lindsay did as she was told, then squealed once Amy grabbed her right wrist and guided it toward the headboard of the bed. She double-knotted the scarf around her wrist, and then securely fastened its opposite end to a hole in the headboard. Amy did the same with Lindsay's left wrist; binding it with the second scarf and attaching it to the other side of the headboard. "It's okay," Amy purred, kissing Lindsay's shoulder as the little vixen breathed in heavy, quick gasps. "I'm not going to hurt you. Well, I'm not going to hurt you too much, at least..." Lindsay whined at those words. I could tell that her excitement level was building by the millisecond. "Try to get loose, honey." Lindsay squirmed about and did her absolute best to break free of the silk scarves which bound her wrists to the headboard. But it was no use. They were much too tight. The headboard was actually shaking, too!" "Excellent," Amy grinned. "But I can't take any chances. I'm going to have to tie your legs up, too." Lindsay moaned, then squealed once more as Amy produced a second pair of scarves. She double-knotted both of them over and around Lindsay's ankles, and eventually offered each a tug to make sure they were secure. Next, she spread the 18-year-old's legs apart, placing her feet upon opposite corners of the bed. Finally, Amy took the ends of each silk scarf and tied them around the bed's wheels on either side. Satisfied with her evil handiwork, Amy took a step back and smiled. Again, this was not something that I was watching live in the voyeur room. This coupling took place three days ago. I wanted to find out what had happened to seemingly guide Lindsay down this new path in life. "What are you going to do to me?" Lindsay quaked, maybe a bit frightened, as Amy folded a pillow and placed it under her waist. Now, Lindsay's sweet ass was upturned - and in all probability, about to receive a good spanking. I know that Amy had a definite interest in spanking. Of course, watching Lindsay writhe and squirm about against the tight, unbreakable bonds was enough to make me gasp in desire. "I'm going to worship your body," Amy replied, that nasty glint still in her eyes. "But I'm going to do it in my own, special way. You just need to relax, honey." Lindsay's own eyes went wide as Amy pulled a blindfold out from underneath the bed. Lindsay turned and shook her head wildly, but it did her no good. Amy slipped the red blindfold over her head, completely shielding her eyes. "I can't see!" Lindsay whined. She was suddenly bawling like a cranky baby now. "Take it off! PLEASE!" "Shhhhh," Amy offered in a soothing voice, her lips now close to Lindsay's ear. "You'll be okay. I'll make sure that nothing bad happens to you. You do trust me, right?" "Yes," the blonde answered, her tone of voice still distraught, but a bit more under control. "But I can't see! Why is that thing on me?" "It's better this way. Trust me," Amy countered, kissing her on the cheek. "You won't have any idea as to what I'll do to you next. Things will be more exciting for you." "I hope you don't intend to hurt me," Lindsay fretted. "I... I'll tell Jeremy if you do! You'll be in trouble!" I chuckled inwardly as Amy began to shed her own clothing. First it was her sandals, then her red tank-top, and the matching pair of short-shorts. She tossed the items elsewhere, then stepped out of her white G-string and kicked it into literal oblivion. "I will try to be soft and gentle with you," Amy purred. "But I can't promise anything. You have been a bad girl - keeping yourself from me for as long as you did. Both you and I know what happens to bad girls." "They g-get pu-pu-pu-punished?" Lindsay sobbed. Oh wow, I thought inwardly. This was something new. Having foregone the use of a bra (which did not surprise me), Amy was now totally nude. What an incredibly-stacked, lovely woman, I said to myself. No wonder she had such a large group of boyfriends in her hometown of Cincinnati. "Oh God... what are you doing?" Lindsay asked, her head twirling about as Amy pulled her trusty bag-of-toys out from underneath the bed. "What's that noise?" "Settle down," Amy told her, as she reached into the bag and retrieved a black leather whip. My eyes nearly exploded as I quickly zoomed in on the cruel object upon the monitor. Was it a _cat o' nine tails_? I was not sure. But if it was, I knew those could be quite painful with enough force. I then panned the screen back for a wider view of the action. Amy seemed to be glowing as she held the whip up and let its leather strands caress her left arm and wrist. She kept an eye on Lindsay, who continued a losing fight against her unforgiving bonds. No matter what, she could not break free. I found it oddly thrilling to watch her try, though. With an evil grin, Amy extended her arm back and let the whip fly. Its leather strands struck Lindsay's unsuspecting ass with moderate force, but made her entire body jump as she screamed wildly in response. Before she could catch her breath, Lindsay's ass received another blow from the strap. Then another, and another, and another... "OUCH!" the shy and humble religious girl finally roared. "OWWWWW, AMY! OH GOD! MY ASS!" After just four lashes, Lindsay's backside was already a bright shade of red. It was also shaking and quivering about uncontrollably, too. "I know it hurts, honey," Amy said, placing the whip upon Lindsay's upturned ass and sliding it about ever-so-softly. "But I can see that you like it. You like the hurt." Amy paused and asked, "Want me to continue?" "Yes..." Lindsay breathed. I gulped and cringed as Amy offered Lindsay a series of five more quick, unrelenting swats on her ass with that cruel whip. The little minx continued to scream out in an even mixture of pain and pleasure, her words now incoherent. Amy, of course, still had that glow about her. She seemed to enjoy having her dominant side on display like this... Lindsay's entire body was now trembling as Amy dropped the whip and climbed onto the bed with her. She settled herself upon her elbows and knees - just above Lindsay's prone form as she lay in bondage front-down on the mattress. With Lindsay's lovely face turned to the side, Amy used the opportunity to curl her own neck and offer her a soft kiss. "I want you to feel real good, sweetheart," Amy murmured, kissing her cheek yet again. "If I hurt you too much, just let me know. I want you to enjoy yourself." "I am..." Lindsay whined, that blindfold around her eyes concealing what had to be a sheet of erotic tears. "You do make me feel good, Amy! Very good!" "I love your face because it's so pretty, but it's not my favorite part of your body," Amy told her. "I love your taut, perky breasts, too. They look fabulous on you. And your pussy looks so inviting... and delicious. But neither it nor your breasts are my favorite part of your body. Do you know what my favorite part about you is?" "My ass?" "You're very perceptive," Amy giggled, giving her lover one more kiss on the lips before hopping off of the bed. She offered that ass a playful smack with her hand and said, "I just think it is so sweet, and perfect. Really perfect!" She paused and added, "The whipping was just to warm it up for me. Now, dear Lindsay... NOW comes the main course." "What are you going to do to me?" she asked again. "Are you going to fuck it? Is that the main course?" Oh God... I nearly blew my load at those nasty words. Lindsay asked about anal sex as if it were a normal occurrence for her. This coming from a girl who lost her virginity a mere eight days earlier! "I have something even better in mind," Amy said wickedly, licking her lips in pure anticipation as she eyed Lindsay's firm, tight ass. I quickly got an idea as to what may be on Amy's mind. No, I told myself. Amy would not do that... "I have wanted to do this another woman for basically all of my life," the 30-year-old confessed. "Your ass, baby... it's so precious. It needs to be worshiped." "How?" Lindsay asked, confused. "If you're not going to fuck it... how? You've already whipped me." "Like this..." Amy breathed, my eyes wide, as she leaned over and spread Lindsay's asscheeks apart with both hands. My earlier belief was now validated as Amy extended her wet tongue and offered Lindsay's anus a full, sweeping lick. "Oh God, Amy! No! NOOOOO!" Lindsay screamed, though her voice was still full of erotic stimulation. "It's so nasty!" "I don't care," Amy sighed, giving that puckered orifice another full lash with her tongue. "I've wanted to do this to another woman for so long. Now is my chance..." "Licking my ass!" Lindsay screamed, trying her best (but failing) to sound offended. "OH... IT'S SO NASTY!" Those words only added fuel to Amy's already burning fire. I shook my head in amazement as she offered Lindsay's rectum swipe after swipe with her tongue. Soon, Amy tried to jam her tongue inside the air-tight crevice. She had her tongue fully extended, and was jutting her head back-and-forth in a quick, continual motion. I could not believe my eyes! "OH GOD!" Lindsay kept screaming. "NASTY! NASTY! IT'S SO NASTY!" She paused and added, "BUT IT FEELS SO GOOD!" "Hmmmmm..." Amy moaned in response, obviously liking that last part. "I could eat your ass out from now until the end of time!" Amy gave up trying to stuff her tongue inside of Lindsay's anus, and decided to concentrate on it with another round of full, sweeping licks. Simply incredible... Myself, I did not look at this particular sex act as being _nasty_. Instead, I felt as if it was taboo; forbidden. Personally, I would never do this to someone else. But that did not mean that I was not enjoying the show. Actually, it made me happy to see Amy in some perverse, warped state of Heaven. After all, the red-head claimed that she had wanted to do this to another woman for a very long time. It made me feel good inside that this island of mine aided in making her lewd, fiendish fantasy a reality. As for Lindsay, I really enjoyed her reaction. She continually screamed about how nasty and awful this was, but her body mannerisms told me that she was incredibly turned on right now. It was as if Lindsay thought this was taboo, too. But at the same time, she could not deny her arousal. "I have a little surprise for you," Amy cooed, finally withdrawing her face from inbetween Lindsay's asscheeks. "It's for being such a good girl, and letting me do that to you without protest. Well... at least, real protest." "OH MY STARS!" Lindsay moaned. "What are you going to do to me NOW?" I did feel sorry for her because she had that blindfold on. Watching Lindsay's head jerk about to every little noise was pure entertainment. But on the other hand, Amy was right. The blindfold obviously added to her pleasure. Reaching into her bag-of-toys once again, Amy pulled out what appeared to be - of all things - an egg. At least, it was shaped like one. The device had a thick wire attached to it with what looked to be a hand-held control pad on the other end. What was that thing? Lindsay's whole body squirmed and tensed up as Amy gently inserted the round object between her thighs, and into her pussy. Amy made sure the _egg_ was buried deep, too. All I could see now was that black wire coming out of the exquisite blonde's swollen pussy folds. "WHAT IS THAT?" Lindsay demanded. "It feels funny!" Once Amy flipped a switch on the hand-held controller, Lindsay roared out like she never had before. "It's a vibrating egg!" Amy exclaimed, enjoying the loud, continual series of screams emanating from her young lover. "I have it turned to maximum power, too!" She grinned and wryly added, "It's gonna make your pussy EXPLODE, baby!" My eyes were wide and my heart was racing at what I saw before me on the monitor. It was readily apparent that Lindsay had _NEVER_ been quite this excited before. First it was the harsh whipping, then the rim-job courtesy of Amy. Now, her tender pussy was getting what appeared to be the ultimate workout from that _vibrating egg_. The thing must have been turbo-charged. Lindsay was screaming so loudly that I feared she may wake people all the way over in Peru! It was over quickly, though. There was no possible way that Lindsay could stave off this orgasm. Not only did her pussy explode - as Amy said it would - but seemingly so did her whole, entire body. In the process, Amy peppered that adorable ass with a few more heavy-handed swats for good measure. Lindsay let out one final, earth-shattering scream before the dam within her broke. The juices literally flowed from her pussy, trailing down her inner thighs and forming a small puddle upon the bed beneath her. Wanting to taste and swallow them, Amy did her best to swipe up that delicious nectar with her tongue. In the process, she flipped the switch for that egg to _off_. Once Lindsay finally settled down from the height of joyous orgasm, she was motionless upon the bed for several seconds. For an instant, I wondered if there was something wrong with her. Every muscle in her body was still. Displaying a tender side, which I found quite touching, Amy leaned forward and kissed the side of Lindsay's head. "I really hope you enjoyed having that done to you as much as I enjoyed doing it to you. I think you're so precious..." After a brief moment's hesitation, Lindsay finally spoke. "Untie me," she said in a very flat, uncharacteristic tone. "What?" Amy countered, perhaps taken off-guard. "Untie me," the teen-ager reiterated, using the same tone as before. "Untie me now!" She paused and demanded, "NOW!" Amy looked startled, but did what was told of her. I got the sense that she felt that Lindsay was angry with her. As strange as that may sound, I had the very same feeling. Lindsay had been very charming and sweet since her arrival on the island, but this was a new side to her personality. She seemed incredibly angry with Amy... After her arms were free, Lindsay whisked the blindfold off of her head. She blinked for several seconds, her eyes adjusting to the sudden beam of light. Then, she had a wild look in those eyes while turning her head to watch Amy undo the two silk scarves which bound her legs to the bed. "I didn't hurt you... did I?" Amy wondered, scared. "Are you mad at me? I would never do anything to you, honey, if I didn't think you would like it. I may say crazy things to you, but it's all in a playful way and just for fun..." Amy appeared genuinely concerned. She had good reason to feel that way too, simply because Lindsay was staring an absolute hole in her. She looked totally irrational! "Get on the bed," Lindsay demanded, her blue eyes flashing with wanton desire. "Get on the bed so I can fuck the ABSOLUTE STUFFING out of you!" A sudden rush of excitement overtook my body as I watched Lindsay grab Amy, then throw her down to the bed. She was displaying an uncharacteristic amount of force. She was turning the tables on Amy, so to speak, and becoming dominant herself. I loved it! Amy's uneasiness and trepidation from seconds ago had faded away in an instant. Now, her lovely face was burning with heated arousal as Lindsay inspected the same vibrating egg that Amy had just used on her. Suddenly, Lindsay shook her head and placed the object upon the floor. Then, she reached into Amy's bag-of-toys and pulled out a monstrous, strap-on dildo. My aching cock - which I had been busy stroking all this time - just erupted like a volcano. I could not believe my eyes as I openly stared at the gigantic strap-on dildo, which appeared to be at least 12 inches in length. Amy's ominous gym bag was already the stuff of legend. First she pulled out a cruel leather whip, then a vibrating egg and now a huge strap-on dildo was found in it. Not to mention, of course, the appearances this very same bag had made in recent days whenever Amy was involved in a sexual situation. Thus, the question begged to be asked... What else did Amy have in that bag of hers? Whatever the answer was, Amy was ctrembling with sheer, unadulterated arousal. The look in her eyes as she watched Lindsay step into the massive dildo's harness, then fasten and buckle it into place around her trim waist told me all that I needed to know. Amy was well aware of the fact that Lindsay was about to give her the absolute pounding of a lifetime. Fortunately, I had a front row seat for what promised to be a VERY memorable encounter... "Oh yeah..." the 18-year-old hissed, her delicate hand busy frigging the massive, purple-colored instrument as it protruded outward from her pelvis. "Look at what you made happen, Amy! Look at the hard-on you gave me!" The red-head giggled at that accusation, obviously enjoying it. "I didn't realize how well-hung you were, Lindsay, until just now!" She snickered some more before adding, "Looks like you got a whole foot-longer there!" "You're such a nasty girl, Amy. You licked and tongued my ass like it was a lollipop! That's so NASTY!" "And you loved every single minute of it," Amy countered, nodding her head for emphasis. "Tell me that you loved it. You're nothing but a slut, Lindsay. I don't care how soon ago you lost your virginity. Nor do I care how innocent and wholesome you want others to think you are. You are nothing but a slut... a whore. A shameless whore!" Instead of replying verbally to that, Lindsay instead let out a sigh and shook her head. An instant later, she hopped onto the bed with Amy and spread her thighs apart with both hands. She positioned her body between them, then grasped the obscene-looking dildo with her right hand and immediately thrusted it hard and deep into Amy's pussy. Lindsay's palatable breasts wobbled back-and-forth as her body bucked and churned about in a frantic, non-stop motion. The excited look on Amy's lovely face - and her unyielding screams of pure stimulation - were something to behold. "OH GOD! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! YES! FUCK ME! YES! YES!" Amy wrapped both arms around Lindsay's shoulders and hugged her tightly, adding, "OH, DON'T STOP! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" Lindsay had the glare of a deranged maniac in her eyes as she absolutely throttled Amy and her pussy with the huge strap-on dildo. Her petite, thin body was a literal blur as she pounded her wanton lover in the missionary position. I also enjoyed the sight of Amy's own breasts, as the large globes of luscious flesh bounced and flopped about wildly. "YOU LIKE ME FUCKING YOU!" Lindsay roared out loud, her pristine face just inches from Amy's. "YOU WANT ME TO SPLIT YOU IN HALF! OH, YOU'RE SUCH A NASTY GIRL! THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR LICKING MY ASS!" "FUCK, LINDSAY!" Amy screamed in response. "OH FUCK! I... I'M GONNA CUM! OH... FUUUUUCK! _FUUUUUUUUUUCK_!..." My cock exploded once again as Amy's entire body arched high off the bed. She let loose with yet another tirade of profanity which lasted several seconds, then her body simply collapsed onto the bed. All the while, Lindsay continued to hammer away at her pussy with the obscene strap-on dildo. She only stopped once it appeared that Amy had all of the life literally blasted away from her body. Instead of lunging forward and attaching her mouth to Amy's for a loving kiss - which I thought would be the appropriate thing to do - Lindsay quickly stood up. She glared at Amy for several seconds, the fires of unquenchable lust still burning in her eyes. Soon, she unbuckled the dildo's harness and angrily threw the crude object to the floor. I then realized that Lindsay was not finished... "Lick my ass!" she demanded, turning her back to Amy and bending over slightly. She reached back with both hands and spread her asscheeks, saying, "I know you want to! Come on... lick it some more! Do it!" Amy was obviously tired after what her body had just went through. Still, however, she found the energy to sit up on the bed. Lindsay then bent over even lower - jutting and flaunting her sweet, whip-reddened ass just inches away from Amy's hungry, eager mouth. "LICK IT!" "Oh my..." I moaned, as Amy moved her lips inward and began to assault Lindsay's puckered anus with her tongue. Newfound life quickly found its way back into my cock, and I began stroking it rather briskly. The sweet teen-ager had her own unique reaction as well - she squirmed and writhed about in forbidden desire while keeping a firm grip on her asscheeks - holding them far apart for Amy's probing tongue. "YOU'RE SO NASTY!" the tiny blonde screamed, the level of passion within her seemingly multiplying by the second. "OH GOD, AMY! YOU'RE SUCH A NASTY GIRL!" "I know what you need... you little SLUT!" Amy announced, getting into the verbal game as she withdrew her lips from Lindsay's outstretched ass. With a fierce look in her eyes, Amy reached down and retrieved a hand-held dildo from within her trusty bag-of-toys. The dildo was thin, and about six or seven inches in length. It appeared perfect for... "I'm gonna fuck your ass now!" Amy roared, pressing the dildo's head to Lindsay's anus and then jamming it inside. Lindsay's reaction was predictable. She pushed her ass backward, causing the entire length of the black dildo to disappear into the confines of her rectum. Only its handle (which Amy had a firm grip on) was still visible. What amazed me the most was that Amy had not taken the time to properly lubricate Lindsay's ass, but the lusty hellcat did not seem to mind. She was too excited, as was I. Needless to say, I had another throbbing erection now. An instant later, all Hell broke loose. Amy's arm was a blur as she thrusted the dildo in-and-out of her girlfriend's anus as hard as she possibly could. I was not surprised to watch Lindsay lose her balance, and fall to the floor on her hands and knees as she screamed out in response. Her words were totally incoherent... It was obvious that Amy wanted to return the favor from moments earlier. She wanted to brutalize Lindsay with a dildo - just as the young woman had done to her. I gulped my throat as with her free hand, Amy picked up the _vibrating egg_ and flipped its power switch on. The erotic object began to shudder about with battery-powered electricity, and then Amy inserted it back into Lindsay's overheated pussy - perhaps, where it rightfully belonged. Considering what the vibrating egg had done to her earlier, I was surprised that Lindsay lasted 15 seconds before her whole body just seemed to spontaneously combust. Not only did she have the powerfully-charged object in her pussy, but Amy was still blasting her ass with that dildo. Combine that with everything else which happened to her... Lindsay's screams were high-pitched and while on her hands and knees, she pounded her balled fist on the carpeted floor repeatedly. I wondered if the five ladies who were at the indoor pool - Pamela, Trish, Devon, Kristanna and Camille - could hear her. Lindsay was screaming _that_ loudly... Whatever the case, the massive orgasm she experienced was something which I will never forget. I had never witnessed such an animated, wild reaction from another person before. Lindsay's whole body shook and shivered in the aftermath, her lovely face a twisted sea of lust, as Amy continued to work over her pussy and ass, respectively, with those toys. And it should come as no great surprise that sometime during Lindsay's orgasm, my cock exploded - _AGAIN_. My wrist and legs had become completely covered with sperm. When it was finally over, Lindsay's whole body went limp as she crumbled to the floor. Amy flipped the egg's power switch off, but left it embedded within the young woman's hot, swollen pussy. She did withdraw the thin dildo from her ass, however, and then leaned upward and offered Lindsay a series of tender kisses on her neck and shoulders. "Oh God... that was simply incredible," Amy breathed, now nibbling on one of her earlobes. "Just incredible!" Unable to speak, Lindsay groaned and nodded her head in response. It looked like she had been hit by a train... * * * Well, a couple of things... A full hour had passed in the present time and as I relaxed on the bed in my private suite, I was trying to piece together the puzzle of the video between Lindsay and Amy from three days ago. First, I was very thankful for the voyeur room. I was glad that I could go back in time, so to speak, and review all of the trysts and naughty hijinks amongst the girls, as well as those involving myself. Seeing action on the live feeds was even better, though. It was getting to the point where I could not function without the voyeur room. Eavesdropping on the ladies even as they did the most mundane of things was fascinating to me. It was addictive. A few days ago, for example, I eyed Trish with the help of my surveillance system as she sat on the sofa in the center room and read a magazine for over an hour. That was all she did - read the magazine. Being able to fixate the camera on Trish and admire her lavish beauty without fear of interruption or being caught... addicting. But getting back to the original topic here, never before had I known of two people who tried to blast and pound each other into sexual oblivion in such a manner. Lindsay and Amy certainly took a gigantic leap beyond the boundaries of what was normally thought of as _rough sex_. It was actually surprising to me that both of them were still in one piece. Yet, nothing they did seemed so excessive that I found myself offended or disturbed. I could never envision myself hurting or causing excessive pain for another individual. It was just not me. Yet these two ladies really seemed to enjoy the devious torement and discomfort they had put each other through. Thus, since they enjoyed it... I did as well. I also wondered what else Amy could possibly have in that gym bag of hers. Was it full of whips, dildos and various other sexual devices? The mere idea of Amy carrying that bag around with her over the remaining four weeks and blasting every woman in sight with her collection of toys sent erotic shivers right down my spine. Certainly, that was a side of Amy that I had never seen before. I knew that she had played a dominant role in the past with certain ex-lovers, but never had I witnessed it on display until now. It was a little eye-opening, I admit, and could make me look at her in a different way altogether. However, my opinion of Amy _still_ remained unchanged. The young woman was much more submissive than dominant in my book, and did not receive enough credit for her caring and nurturing side. Some may claim that various intervals of that encounter were bothersome, but I point to the spots where Amy was gentle and overly concerned with Lindsay's well-being. Almost everything Amy did - no matter how hardcore it was - she got approval from Lindsay first. That was important to me. In my eyes, at least, it was proof that Amy was not as cruel and sadistic as some thought her to be. She had a heart and cared about others. Much like Pamela, I did not know what had awakened this sexual deviant that seemed to be lurking inside of Lindsay. Indeed, a woman generally does not go from losing her virginity one week to being a pain-loving submissive the next. _That_ was disturbing to me, although I certainly enjoyed watching Lindsay explore this new-found side of herself. Perhaps she had been this way her entire life, but had not realized it until coming to the island? It was readily apparent that the 18-year-old had no qualms or complaints with all of the things that Amy had done to her. Lindsay seemed ready, willing and able (not to mention happy), and that was all I really needed to know. As long as she and Amy were both in agreement with their experimentation from this point forward, I had no right to intervene - no matter how much Pamela (or even Trish) pleaded with me to. However, I did plan on talking to Lindsay about things. I needed clarification from her. Perhaps tomorrow? On a more self-centered note, the final thing that caught my eye about their encounter was the simple fact that Lindsay seemed to handle the double-penetration she received with relative ease. Lindsay showed absolutely no resistance when Amy popped that long, obscene dildo into her anus, too. So, as a result, there was one question that begged an answer... 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