The breeze tossed my red mane hither and yon, forcing me to sweep it aside from my green eyes. This small craft was called a delivery boat for the surrounding islands by the captain; from the smell, it spent too much time hauling raw fish. It was dirty and uncomfortable below; I chose to spend my time sitting on my travel-trunk before the wheelhouse. Submission to the wind and spray was a small price to pay to avoid the other passenger and the rarely-bathed crew.

Returning here to the island of my family's heritage was no pleasure. The harrowing journey from my adopted home in Christchurch seemed to have taken forever, and I was getting tired of sleeping in a different bed every night. Just two more hours and I would be in the ancestral mansion, hopefully for a long time. The 4000-Euro travel fund would NOT extend to getting me back to beautiful New Zealand.

I had been told of the family's methods by my parents; they had coached me about conditions on the island and the means necessary to win the inheritance. Mother had the courage to leave the place when she was young; she wished me to be victorious over those who had tormented her when she was a child. I had inherited her curves and coloration, but Father's height; at 6'4", my 42D chest just looked average rather than too much of a good thing as it would on most women. I had hardened myself over the years, my service in the Defense Forces having taught me several of the martial arts and the discipline to keep myself fit.

I admit freely that I looked forward to having a slave-class of servants on the island. The urge to dominate ran strong in my soul, and having the opportunity to 'play with' someone who would not be able to argue was the final lure that brought me back from half-a-world away.

The pier was in sight, and several people waited near a classic black Rolls-Royce. The Laundelet body, not available for more than 40 years, reflected the few roads and short distances on the island. One man approached the ship as we docked and smiled in recognition. My hackles rose as I saw him; we would soon be vying for dominance. May the best woman win!

OOC:
Name; Marigay Smythe
Hard limits: Extreme mutilation, scat