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1/28/95
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Month
by deirdre
Section B:
I needed this. I felt like I was worn out from doing nothing. From the
tension, I guess. I just sat in there, and relaxed. Jill started doing my
hair. She was behind me--I looked back at her and she was wearing a one-
piece swimsuit; it was styled like a racing suit. Her body was good--she
*had* to be a model.
"Do you model?" In finally asked.
"I used to."
"How long have you been here?"
"No talking now. Relax." She continued to do my hair. She worked slowly
and was very gentle.
"Who brought me here?"
"I said 'relax'." She finished my hair and knelt next to me, doing my face.
She was very careful and knew what to do. "You will find out more
tonight," she finally said. She started washing my shoulders. I was being
prepared.
She finally left and I lay there, just sitting. She never asked me to get
out, but finally I did. There was a huge towel which I dried myself with,
then I wrapped it around myself. She came back, again in her dress, and
readied a hair-dryer. We didn't say a word--she just kept working. When
she was done, she left the room. I saw her open the door to the hall. I
followed her. I could try to get out, but I knew she could stop me in a
second. She bent down, evidently picking something up. It was a tray of
food. She put it on a table and indicated that I should sit with her. I
was definitely hungry.
"Take off the towel," she said, before I sat.
"Can't I just wear it right now?"
"Take it off." Her voice had grown a little harder and she started toward
me. I quickly took it off. She reached out her hand and I gave it to her.
She took it into the bathroom, then returned and we sat down and ate.
Silence. We didn't talk. If she wouldn't or couldn't talk about my
"employer", then there didn't seem to be much to say. She did look at me
occasionally. She looked at my face sometimes and sometimes at my body.
It was embarrassing. Again it occurred to me that I was earning my
money.
After dinner she put the handcuffs back on my wrists. Then she opened the
door and led me out. We went down hallways. We occasionally walked by
other people: also tall women in maids' outfits. Some of them nodded at
Jill and some said hello. And some stared at me. They were all absolutely
beautiful.
Finally she led me into a large room. It was rather dark, with just a
little light from the other side of the room. She sat me down on a
backless seat about ten feet into the room. Then she took off my handcuffs
and then cuffed my hands behind my back. Then she attached my leg to a
chain, you call it a shackle I suppose. The chain was attached to a ring
that was attached to the floor next to one leg of the chair. Then she
blindfolded me. I heard her leave.
I'd had a little chance to see the room. It had a long U-shaped table
wrapping around the spot where I was sitting. It was on a raised
platform--or I was in a sunken part of the room. The table was long, at
least ten feet away from me, and went halfway around the room. Some
chairs were on the other side of the table, but no one sat there. The
walls of the room were white while the ceiling and floor were perfectly
black. The low lighting was on the walls behind the table.
I just sat there, blindfolded, wondering what was going to happen. Then
my blindfold was removed. I'd heard nothing! It was Jill next to me. She
was completely naked. She walked away with the blindfold.
The chairs were occupied. I realized that there were five. They were
spread around the table. The lighting was such that their faces were all
in shadows. No one said anything for a minute. They all just looked at
me.
"Hello, Michelle," came a voice, finally. It was the man directly in front
of me. I looked around at the others. Michelle!
"We're going to call you Michelle, because we *like* that name. After all,
for the price we paid, we can pick your name."
Should I ask him something? I felt like I should do whatever was going to
make this month easiest for me. "Let me say a little about who we are,
Michelle," he finally continued. "The five of us are quite wealthy people,
as you might guess, and we share an interest in your... person. Naturally,
you won't know our names. We decided to pool our resources to see if we
might strike a deal with you." Looking at them, I realized that one of
them was a woman! The man in front went on: "You will do some things
this month that you might find, shall we say, unpleasant? But then, there
are many women who *do* enjoy these things. Please stand up, Michelle."
I stood up.
"Turn around."
I turned so my back was toward them. Jill was standing by the door,
holding my blindfold. She was still completely naked.
"Very good, Michelle. I think we are getting our money's worth. Please
sit down again." He waited while I sat. "You need worry about nothing
this month--we will have no trouble making certain you do what is required
of you. Good evening, Michelle."
A blindfold was slipped over my eyes again. My shackle was released and I
was pulled to indicate I should stand, then was led out of the room. I
continued to be led, blindfolded, for a while, through the building.
Finally, the blindfold was removed again.
Becky was there! I was never so surprised in my life! She was sitting at
the table where Jill and I had eaten before! "Becky!" was my greeting.
"Hello, 'Michelle'," she said, smiling at the name she called me. Jill
undid the handcuffs behind me. She was still naked. She took the
handcuffs and walked into the bathroom and shut the door.
"Becky, what's going on?"
"Sit down," she said, indicating the other chair. I sat. Still naked.
Becky was dressed in an outfit like what Jill had been wearing. "They told
me I could come take care of you," she said, smiling. *When*, I wondered
silently, but I didn't ask. I felt a little funny sitting there naked, but
on this island I was certainly getting used to it; so I forgot about it
once in a while, and Becky had seen me anyway, lots of times. "They flew
me here after you left." It felt really good, all of the sudden, to have
Becky here.
"Did you meet them?" I asked.
"Oh, no."
"This place is strange!"
"You should have expected that."
"It'll be so much easier with you here, Becky! I'll definitely retire.
You'll stay with me, in Paris, won't you?"
"You're not going to Paris."
I stared at her. What did she mean by that? What did she know? "What do
you mean?"
"You'll be *here*."
My heart was in my throat. They were going to throw away the two-
hundred million dollars! "They're reneging," I said, hoarsely.
"No."
"What do you mean?"
"They'll send you back to the mainland. You'll *want* to come back here."
I sat there, thinking. I was going to *like* this so much that I'd want to
come back? Finally she continued: "You'll give them back their money,
just so they'll take you back."
"That's silly!"
"They've got plans. They're going to... *teach* you to enjoy the island."
*Teach* me? Are they going to brainwash me? "But... how do you know
this?"
"They... they've *shown* me." I sat there, trying to figure out what she
was talking about. Then the door from the bathroom opened and Jill came
out, dressed in her gray dress. She came over to me and took my arm,
pulling me to standing. Becky just watched, seeming to know what was
going on. I recalled the ting of a little bell sounding right before Jill
came in.
"Turn around," Jill said, and she handcuffed my wrists behind me, again.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"Sh" she replied. She led me out the door. We went down halls, and
finally into a comfortable-looking room--like someone's living room, but
much larger. She shut the door. Then she undid my handcuffs and did them
again in front of me. Then she lowered a cord from a pulley on the ceiling
and attached my handcuffs to it. She drew the cord until my arms were
extended over my head and tied it to a hook attached to the wall. It
looked like one of these tying posts on a boat or dock. Then she produced
a blindfold and put it on me.
"Jill, what's going to happen to me?"
"You *have* to keep quiet," she replied, her voice low. I didn't press it,
but I was nervous. Somehow I hadn't quite imagined no one telling me
what was coming next. After that, the room was still.
I waited. Finally, I heard a door open. And footsteps on the carpet.
They went around the room, this way and that for a while. I heard movement
and breathing. Then my blindfold was taken off. In front of me was a
woman--she was tall and had brown hair pinned up and was older. Her
face had a few tiny lines, but was beautifully formed. She was dressed in
a conservative suit and I could tell it was the best. And she wore a hat!
And she wore it well--she looked like someone from the '30s or '40s. She
didn't smile. Then I saw Jill, across the room behind the woman. Jill was
naked, and bound and gagged and blindfolded! I couldn't imagine anyone
tied so tight--her wrists and ankles were all tied bond together behind
her and she was lying on her stomach. She looked very uncomfortable.
I was scared. I didn't know what to expect. The woman reached up and
touched my lips, running her finger softly over them. Then she smiled at
me--actually, a very friendly-looking smile. "You *are* very pretty, my
Michelle," she said. "No, don't talk," she continued when I almost said
something in answer. She reached her hand behind my head and pulled on
it, and kissed me. It was a very sweet kiss, and she didn't stop. But it
became more and more insistent, and soon I felt like she was invading my
mouth. I felt so helpless. Then she touched me, my vagina. Her fingers
danced up and down touching me lightly, then slowed down and holding me
more firmly. I was very wet. She slipped a finger inside me, never
stopping her kiss. I almost came immediately. I'd never had sex with a
woman in my life, and believe me, I didn't know what to think. In seconds,
I was so ready to come I thought I would die. But she slowed down and
pulled her finger out and it was like she started all over. And she did
this, again and again and I was going crazy.
She broke off the kiss, still fingering me. I opened my eyes. She was
looking at me, smiling. Her fingers were driving me mad. "What do you
want?" she asked. I didn't say anything--I was out of breath. "Tell me
what you want," she finally said.
"To come!" I managed to get out, between breaths.
"Do you want me to make you come?"
"Yes!"
"Do you want it badly?"
"Yes!"
"Ask me!" She pushed in when she said that and I nearly went crazy. But
she was back out, and teasing me again. "Ask me now!"
All I could do was groan. Then I managed: "Would you make me come?"
"Say 'Please make me come.'"
"Please make me come!"
She smiled again, in response. "Good. Say 'please'."
"Please!"
"Again." She was grinning.
"Please!"
"I *like* it when you say 'please'." When she said "like", she pushed her
finger in me again and I thought I'd die right there.
"Please! Please let me come, please, please!"
Then she was kissing me again. Fingers pushed into me. I needed to
breathe and I couldn't. Her arm went around my waist and our bodies were
pressed together. I came--I came and came so hard.
When I finally got a hold on myself again, she wasn't touching me anymore
and I was blindfolded again. I heard hard breathing, then the sound of
someone coming. And groans and screams. Then I heard her walk out of
the door. I continued to hear breathing, then footsteps. My blindfold
came off and there was Jill, in front of me, naked.
Then she turned and walked away. I noticed something on the floor--
something attached to a cord that was plugged into the wall. It was right
where Jill had been before. She picked it up and brought it over. "I'm
*required* to do this," she said. I couldn't tell what it was, but she
pressed a switch and pressed it against my vagina. It was a vibrator of
some sort, and a powerful one! In seconds I was out of my mind, bucking
as I hung from the rope. Jill didn't say anything or even look at my face,
but just pressed it against me, her hand on my rear to increase the
pressure. I was coming again, not believing how soon it was happening
after the earlier time. She kept holding it there, and it seemed like I
was going to come forever, but when I finally exhausted myself, she took it
away and put it aside. Then she came back. "We can talk now," she said.
"She was one of them, wasn't she?" I finally ventured.
"No. Her husband was one of the men you met earlier." I mulled over that.
Then Jill went on: "She *likes* to be the first to try out the girls.
She's *much* gentler than the others--you should be glad."
"Gentler?"
"The others have some, well, *interesting* things that they make us do.
But she comes to *visit* us more than the owners do--she's probably with
another girl right now. She'll see you again tomorrow morning."
"This place is *nothing* like I imagined it would be."
Jill laughed, but there was no mirth in it. "Listen--I have some advice
for you: watch out for Becky."
"Becky?" I asked, confused.
"Yes, watch out for her. You don't know her."
"I've known her for years! She's my personal assistant!"
"Yes, but I remember, uh..." She paused.
"Yes?" I asked, trying to get her to go on. I was confused by all this.
"Nothing. Just *please* watch out for her. Be *very* careful! You
*don't* know her and what she's done to you. I... I *like* you--I always
wanted to be like you."
She'd started sounding like a fan. I didn't respond right away; I just
tried to figure out what she could be talking about. As we talked, she'd
untied me and transferred my handcuffs so my hands were cuffed behind me
again. Finally I brought up something I was curious about: "Why are *you*
here?"
"I love it here."
"You do?"
"I couldn't live anywhere else. Becky explained to you that they get you
to like it, didn't she?"
"Yes." I paused for a second. "She said they'd send me back. I guess so
they can get their money back."
"Oh no--they can have it any time they wish."
"But Mr. Prescott..."
"*Prescott*? He's one of *them*!"
My heart jumped in my throat! "He doesn't work for the bank?"
"He *owns* the bank!" I paused, trying to figure it out. "You saw him
earlier this evening! He's, uh, one of your employers." I stared at her.
"Then why are they sending me back?"
"Believe it or not, because they are honest."
"But..."
"They're going to follow through on every part of the deal. It'll be your
*own* choice to come back. That's part of how they lure you back: you'll
find that you can trust them."
I paused. I thought of Mr. Prescott looking at me earlier this evening.
But then I brought up something that was bothering me: "How do they get you
to like it?"
"It?"
"Here."
"Oh...they... they *do things*. Listen, it isn't hard for them. They're
already making headway on you."
"What?"
"You're already beginning to like the place."
"You're crazy!"
"You don't realize it yet--or you won't admit it--well, never mind."
She told me we had to be quiet in the halls and took me out again. She was
still naked and so was I, but I was the one wearing handcuffs. We reached
the bedroom and there was Becky, still sitting at the table. She looked up
and greeted me and Jill removed my handcuffs and then went into the
bathroom. I don't know what she did in there for all that time, though it
was a rather big, sumptuous room.
"Are you OK?" asked Becky.
"Yes," I said. I glanced at her a couple of times, thinking about what
Jill had said. Jill had seemed so open and, well, honest.
"What's wrong?" asked Becky. She seemed to be searching my face.
"Nothing," I answered, nonchalantly.
"Something's bothering you," she went on. "Did Jill say something to upset
you?" She was oddly put out. I began to wonder. "She *did*, didn't she?"
she finally continued. "Just a moment," she added, standing up and walking
to the bathroom. She walked out again with Jill, who was naked and had her
hands cuffed behind er. Jill glanced at me once. She looked very
frightened. They walked out the front door. "I'll be right back," said
Becky. The door shut and they were gone. I went and tried the door.
Locked.
She was back in a few minutes. I never saw Jill after that except a week
later when I witnessed her receive what could only be described as a
serious whipping. But at the moment, I looked at Becky. And wondered.
"It's time for bed," she finally volunteered, and I realized though I
hadn't seen a window or clock for quite a while, she must be right. She
went into the bathroom, and emerged a few minutes later in a nightgown. It
was long and a opaque though I could see the outline of her nipples against
the front. She looked up and smiled at me. It was the same old Becky--I
could tell.
I went in the bathroom and prepared for bed. In the bathroom, there were
cabinets and a dressing area, but the cabinets were all locked and there
were no clothes of any kind I could see or find at all. I came out again,
still naked. Becky was in the bed, under the covers. It was a king-size
and there was no other bed in the room. She patted the other side of the
bed. The lights were low. I lay down and slipped under the cover. She
turned a switch and the entire room was black.
"You're all right, aren't you?" she asked from the other side of the bed.
"Yes," I answered, though uncertainly.
"Good! Don't worry--Becky will take care of you."
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Month
by deirdre
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