The Amoral Island (Open to any number of M or F)

[lucy]

What a great time I have. Figuring I can't hide in the countryside anyway, what with Marigay and all her technical gimmicks, I undressed, died my hair black, and mingled with the slaves, hoping that Marigay wouldn't look too close at them.

Sillitta and I are having a great time, eating each other out time and again. She's so soft and sweet and eager to please, and even more overwhelmed by being treated as a lover and not as a fucktoy. Once I hear Jason scream my name, but Sillitta is just doing something extraordinarily nice with my clit (besides fucking my asshole with two fingers) and therefore I don't care too much. Finally we fall asleep, embracing like lovers.

The morning finds the manor full of exhausted, naked, but definitely happy slaves. They all gather in the kitchen to prepare breakfast. I check the clock in the dining hall. Eight, that leaves three hours to complete the seventeen hours to enslave Jason and Michael.
Then I head out, followed by Sillitta. They're both unconscious, which is pretty surprising. The slavegirls glares and spits insults. I release their legs, but leave the ankles chained. When the blood rushes back, they both stir, but don't wake up. They must be drugged.

Sillitta is fidgeting, obviously she wants to ask me something but doesn't dare to do so.
"What is it you have on your mind?"
"Luisa, i don't know how to say, but, you know, Melissa, she told me about being free, not being a slave. I've been thinking about that, and since you've been so nice, i ... umm..."
I think of the way she looks at me, how I feel when she touches me. I don't think I've ever known love, but that must be what love is like. I will not risk that for anything in the world.
"We'll see about that. Go get me an empty wine barrel and wait for me here. I'll be right back."
I run into the underbrush to fetch the two keys. Back at the manor, I put the keys in the vault and pack some clothes and my money belt in the barrel.
Sillitta brings two cups of coffee and looks apprehensevely at me. "You'll be free, Sillitta. And me too."
I walk over to Jason and kiss him passionately. "I'm sorry, Jason. I really liked you, but there is nothing I can do for you."
Then I take the small barrel and signal Sillitta to follow. We head for the beach where I undress. We start to swim, holding unto the barrel. After three hours, Briar Island is but a shade in the haze and a distant memory. Another two hours late we step out of the sea. Dressed and holding each others hand we hitchhike to Marseille.

A future in freedom and full of love lies before us.