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

[his_girl_l]

OOC: i've had a sick child. so sorry about holding everyone up

[his_girl_l]

After Marigay leaves my room i cry throw myself onto the bed and cry. I can't believe the situation i have found myself in. I have either been misled or incredibly naive. But is it naive to go on a holiday not expecting to be tricked into slavery?

All the other "cousins" as they call themselves seem to have known what to expect. Evenpoor hapless Jason seems to have known the deal, much good that it did him.

And although both the girls have been kind, i could see as they explained the situation to me that they were thinking of me as a slave, just one they hadn't bothered about capturing yet, because i was obviously no threat. I could see the contempt in their eyes.

Michael, on the other hand, had been polite, if a little impersonal. I hadn't got the feeling he was just waiting for the right moment to draw me into whatever sick game they were playing here. And he had grown up on the island, with his grandfather. Surely if anyone could help me escape from these two women, with their caressing voices, soothing sweet patronising words while their eyes evaluated me as a piece of property, it was him.

I dry my face, brush my hair and fix my make up and set out to find Michael.

If i can't convince him to help him i don't see how i'll be able to leave the island before my boat returns for me in 10 days. And i am sure that by then it would be far far too late.

[Chuckdom19]

Melissa took a look and retreated, as she was looking for Michael... whom she would not find here for at least a few hours! I chuckled to myself. He would make such a nice pony slave, pulling my cart around the island.

Closing the door, Ellen returned to assist me leaving the tub. She was most efficient drying me and she used Derek's help in getting me dressed and made up for the banquet. I grabbed several handy little things from the trunk, and reset the multiple traps.

In the hall, I ran into Melissa and invited her to join us at the banquet where she would have more answers and be able to clear many of the questions from her mind. She walked with me, looking harried and anxious.

As we enter the dining room, Luisa makes a nasty remark about Melissa and me. She gets a withering glance as my only response, and Melissa starts crying again.

I take the seat at the foot of the table after walking around it and seeing Jason playing with Luisa's feet. Some people really have strange desires!
Luisa looks at where I sit and laughs derisively. I smile at her, and obviously take a number of pills.

"Just a number of anti-drug agents my father and his scientists developed." A slight panic flies across her face and disappears just as quickly. "Does that bother you, dear? I'm sorry I only have enough for one. Has anyone seen Michael? For being the dinner host he certainly is treating we cousins poorly. Perhaps living as a Master so long with poor sickly grandfather has eroded his social abilities."

Melissa sat down between Michael's head chair and me. She sat quietly, even after I offered her some small conversation, asking her questions about her employment, marital status, and home.

[Razor7826]

They are all gathered in the banquet hall when I enter, my three distant cousins sitting at the table, near the head but obviously reserving it for me. They all look at me, seemingly eager to hear what I have to say. Should I say it before or after they eat? It doesn't matter to me-- I'm passing on this meal, as I intend on doing until the game is finished. Everybody always springs for the poisons, it seems, or at least that's how the island legends go. No, I have my own stockpile hidden away under lock and key. Nobody can find it, let alone access it to poison it.

"Welcome, everyone, to the beginning of our fair little game. As you know, I was born and raised on this island, and as its most senior resident I have been given the responsibility of telling the tale that led us here today.

Hundreds of years ago, our mutual ancestor, Roland Witherborn, accumulated a vast fortune through means that have been lost to time. At the time of his passing, no clear heir was named, and a feud broke out between his seventeen children, each wanting a dominating share so that they could be crowned lord of his heavenly island.

However, there was a problem. The sons and daughters were born of many whores and wives from around the world, each having been raised with different customs and beliefs as to who inherits their parents wealth. Some said seniority, some said ability, while still others proposed a simple challenge.

Of all those proceedures, only one was 'fair', and that was a game. The winner would be crowned lord of the island and heir of both the family name and wealth, while the losers would remain here forever to serve the new lord's empire. Those that disagreed with those terms were allowed to leave, taking only a pittance to establish themselves on the mainland.

Rules were agreed upon, signed by all seventeen and set as the rules for any future conflicts inside the family. Those rules were written as such:

1) All slaves must follow the Master’s every command, and he or she may use any force necessary to bring the slaves in line.

2) Murder or life-threatening force against any heir of Witherborn is strictly forbidden, and is grounds for immediate banishment from the island and forfeiture of all its wealth.

3) A Master may name his successor to take over the island and its wealth. If no successor has been named at the time of his passing, then the title will become open to all living descendents of Roland Witherborn.

4) The Ritual of Domination may strip any heir of all rights and brand them a slave for life. The ritual may only be performed by another heir, and is as simple as adorning the target with a slave’s collar. If the collar remains in place for seventeen consecutive hours, the ritual is complete, removing all protections granted upon them by these sacred laws.

5) During a time of contested inheritance, an heir may claim the title of Master by presenting the Chalice of Witherborn, hidden somewhere on the island.

These are the rules, and once the clocks strike midnight hours after this feast, the games begin. We've each been given a key that will unlock the hidden entrance to where the chalice is kept, but victory can also come through utter domination.

Now, I'll let you digest the rules... as well as your food."


I sit down in the chair and wait eagerly for their respones and reactions. Midnight is still five hours away, so there is still more to the night before the game truly begins.

My special maid smiles at me from the group that serves the table, but I do not react at all. She is my secret weapon, but not my only chance of victory.

[lucy]

Marigay is definitely well prepared. Anti-drug agents. My ass.
"Nah, it does not worry me. I 'ave nothing to 'ide. I don't even 'ave a trunk full of gimmicks and whatnots. And i am not trying to seduce and smalltalk a 'elpless girl into slavery, i openly fucked and drugged Jason into it, hehehe."
Jason looks at me with a hurt look on his face, while Melissa sobs even harder, moving a bit away from Marigay. She really shouldn't be here, i'm truly sorry for her. On the other hand, she IS a beautiful girl. And i'm the last one to forego a beautiful girl.

"Manaccia la miseria, I ain't gonna sit here and wait till Michael shows up. If he comes, you just start, I will be back in about half an hour." Not that anyone cares, I think. "Thanks, Jason, that was a perfect massage."

I once again go to the kitchen. A servant points out the shed behind the manor. I find what i'm looking for and fill several big bellied Chianti bottles with gasoline, tear apart a couple of rags and in no time I have a neat stash of Molotov cocktails. You never know when things get out of hand.
I fill yet another bottle and head up to my room, depositing it in the bathroom.

Then i check Melissa's room and luggage, but she definitely is just a backpacker, she carries nothing special in her backpack. Poor gal.
It's almost three quarters of an hour since i left when i get back to the dinner room. And Michael is just arriving too.
He gives us a lecture of the rules. Yaaaawwwwn.
The only interesting thing in the whole room is Melissa's expression: It changes from worried to incredoulous to desperate.

[Chuckdom19]

Not surprised at Michael's words or at Luisa's coming and going, I am filled with excitement about what may start happening at midnight. Perfect timing for one of my already-set traps.

"Michael", I ask in a purring voice, "is the enslavement of Jason proper according to the rules, then? Since nothing was to begin before midnight, as was in the information sent by the lawyers, I believed that to be improper."
Or the rest of you would already be slaves, I thought to myself.

Jason's head whipped around to look at me, eyes full of questions and what looked like appreciation. "Not proper? You mean I may not be a slave after all? Michael, what about that??"

I smiled tightly, and awaited his response. Nothing like stirring a little dissent among the cousins... and possibly making an ally!

"Well, Michael?"

[lucy]

"No need to answer, Michael". I get up, walk over to Jason and remove the collar with the key around my neck.
"I loved the fucking, I really did. And I am sorry if I made a mistake."
I smile at Marigay. "Thanks for pointing out my error."

[Razor7826]

"It's improper, but for the necessary duration rather than time frame. An heir may willingly submit at any time."

[his_girl_l]

I sit at the table but i can't eat. I'm trying to digest what Michael has just said, i can't even contemplate food.

He seems to have laid out a history and legal framework for slavery. How can this be so? It's Europe in 2008. These things belong in the past, in the third world, not in my safe, suburban life.

But here i am. Regarded with pity but a strange proprietorial air by the two women who claim to be my distant cousins. One of my male "cousins" walking around in a collar, looking at Luisa with servile devotion, despite his occasional flares of temper. He even seemed disappointed for a second when she removed the collar. And although Michael doesn't seem threatening so far, he is distant, although courteous, and has basically ignored me. I had been thinking of him as my chance to get off this island, but he has just laid out a framework for slavery, and there can be no doubt that he approves of and participates in the system. The semi naked servants (slaves?!?!) all over this place couldn't be here if he didn't want them to be. And he walks past them as though they are part of the furniture.

I stop sobbing, breathe deeply and try to pull myself together. It looks like i'm stuck here for a while, so i might as well find out more about the place. i can't stand the pity that fills the women's eyes when they look at me. I hate even more the way they seem to have classified me as a victim, one that they are sure of catching that they don't even bother to pursue.

I rise from the table. When i say a soft goodnight to the others my voice is shaking. I try to walk out with confidence.

I head to the kitchen and find the girl i have been introduced to as Silletta. She is making coffee, and i breathe in deeply, savouring the rich smell of fresh coffee beans and trying to calm myself enough to speak without crying.

"they're talking about slaves out there", i start nervously.

"Yes Miss", she goes on putting coffee into the espresso machine.

"Well what do they mean? Are You a......" the words rush out before trailing off as i try to say the unspeakable.

"I am a slave Miss. I was born on the island". She speaks so calmly, so matter of factly, softly but with no embarrassment.

"But what does that mean? you can't be a slave. You do realise that it's not legal? That you can leave and these people can get into a lot of trouble".

"No one leaves the island. The Master would never allow it. No boat docks here without his permission. Anyway. This is my home. Why would i leave my home?"

"To be free. How can you stay? What do you have to do? What does it even mean, being a slave?" I wanted to hear the answer to this. In my head, slavery meant whips and chains, overseers and cotton fields. Silletta looked and acted like a maid in an upmarket hotel. I couldn't understand why she was so calm, why she wasn't refusing to be called a slave and getting the hell out of here.

"I do what i am told to. I served the old Master and his guests. Now i serve Master Michael and his guests until we know who the new Master will be. Then i will serve him or her. My mother did this. So did her mother. I work in the house and kitchen. It is not a bad life". She shrugs and starts laying coffee cups on a tray.

"But what do you mean by serve?" My nervousness and shock is giving way to indignation. This poor girl has been brainwashed to believe she must be a slave, it goes back for generations. I feel like i should help her, but i am helpless myself.

"I look after the house and kitchen. I cook. Sometimes i look after the guests in their bedrooms. Sometimes even the old Master", she says this last bit with a strange mixture of pride and distaste.

I gulp. "You mean you....you...... sleep with them?"

She looks shocked and i go red. My dirty mind! How could i even imagine something like that! I had just accused this poor maid of being a sex slave.

"I would NEVER presume to sleep in a Masters bed", she gasps. "I service them then return to my own bed of course. Unless i am told to stay. But i would never sleep when i am serving. And when i am in the Master's presence, i am serving." She sounds defiant. I seem to have unwittingly insulted her.

"I never meant to upset you Silletta. I'm sorry. I'm just trying to wrap my head around this place" I back out of the kitchen, blushing and shocked, as she returns to calmly making the coffee.

In the corridor outside the kitchen there is someone waiting for me. I look up and see...........

[collared_kitten75]

I sit at Luisa's feet as Michael explains the rules, and it starts to sink in that I am a slave, or that I will be soon. My seventeen hours is almost up. I really can't focus on anything save making Luisa happy- in fact I have resumed massaging her feet- so I am blown away with surprise when she unlocks the collar from my neck.

'Well fuck. What do I do now?' I think to myself. I sit there naked, thinking a touch longer. It was kind of strange being a naked slave, but there's something alltogether wrong about being plain old naked Jason in front of everyone else.

I dash out of the dining room and back up the steps towards first my room, then Luisa's. I don't see my backpack, clothes, or the key that might possibly lead me to the damnable chalice in either room.

"Shit!"

[Chuckdom19]

I have accomplished what I wished; my opposition hates me now. I'm not worried about Melissa, but I AM about Michael and Luisa. It is much more important that my opposition be angry! I could not make Michael angry; he is already bitter and his cold, calculating mind is working and has been working to try to overcome all of us. Now that Luisa is angry at me she will not be as able to think clearly; all kinds of interesting hormones are released with anger... and they all make people make poorer choices. Jason would be different... if he could compete at all, he would be someone so simple to beat it was laughable.

Sitting there with the others, I watched as Luisa enjoyed the dinner... thinking about how much better it would taste after I was Mistress here. Luisa would be such a good fieldworker. Or perhaps she'd be better in the laundry, working her hot, humid job in some kind of insulating clothing to make her sweat hard and suffer a bit for her attitude. Melissa would do well as a kitchen helper and upstairs maid; she was quiet and anxious to please.

And what about Jason? His anxious young prick would surely serve well in pleasuring skills. He seems to have taken naturally to being a slave. I'd watch him closely, as he is serving Luisa very closely.

It was nearing 9 pm, just three hours until the beginnings of the contest. And by sharing the room with me for at least fifteen minutes each, all my competitors had inhaled the agent which would set off the catalyst they absorbed through their skin when I touched them. The two liquids formed a third in the body, which would have some interesting effects.

I rose from the table, excusing myself from my cousins, and went upstairs. Grabbing a quick shower to remove the chemical, I dressed in fatigues colored to hide me here among the flora of the island. I added a large number of weapons and devices; no getting caught for me! I was going to win this contest... or die trying. I slid down the back steps without being seen, and froze while a slave walked past, hidden in the dark shadows of an alcove.

Getting to the back door safely at last, I snuck out and dashed for the tunnel entrances so I could begin setting traps. And I had both keys, the one I had been sent... and the one I had found on the dock. Perhaps the chalice's vault would give up its treasure, and I could win this without violence. Or, grinning to myself, at least not TOO much violence. Down into the hole I'd chosen, and full speed running now, heading for some temporary safety and a command post to set up.

[lucy]

What a great dinner... Michael doesn't eat at all, Melissa spends her time in the kitchen, Jason runs around the house naked, probably looking for his luggage, Marygay leaves after eating just a couple of bites.
I call a servant and tell him to fetch Jason's backpack to his room. When Marigay walks past me on her way out, i smell that peculiar odour again. Dunno what she douses herself with, but knowing she's carrying all kinds of chemicals I'm sure glad I showered and scrubbed myself thouroughly after arriving on the island and after having been touched by her.
Jason comes down a few minutes later, dressed in his usual jeans and t-shirt.
I grin at him. I'm not feeling bad for having him enslaved too early. I never intended to play fair. He sits down.
"I will go and get your key to the chest later, if that is ok with you, Jason."
"What? uh, yes, the key. Yeah, that's ok, I guess."
He seems to be genuinely confused. I eat heartily, and so does Jason. Michael leaves again, without having eaten anything. What a pity for all the great food if nobody eats.
Then Sillitta brings coffee.
"Ok, Jason. I think I owe you a proper apology. Lean back and relax." I close the door, then kneel before him, open his jeans and start to suck him. "But no sneaking collaring, it's still fifteen minutes til midnight, hehehe." He cums in my mouth, grabbing my hair.
"Do you 'ave any plans for tonight, Jason?"

[collared_kitten75]

'What an intersting turn of events?' I think as I sit there letting Luisa suck my cock. Less than an hour ago, I was all set to become her slave, me Jason Speed in 2008, a slave. I'd actually come to accept it though, even enjoy it. After all the sex had been great. Of course, it came at the cost of naked housework.

'Hmmm, maybe there's someway to have my cake and eat it too,' I think as I note the hands on the grand old clock on the opposite wall, 'almost midnight.'

Luisa finally looks up at me, cum on her face like a milk mustache, and asks in her adorable little accent, "Do you 'ave any plans for tonight, Jason?"

I can only answer "yes," as I reach behind me, wrap my hands around a heavy candelabra, and bring it down hard on the side of her head.

[lucy]

'Fottuta mierda, che figlio di puttana' shoots through my head when I see Jason bring that candlestick down. I try to duck away from the blow, but it's too late, I can just avoid the worst. My head seems to explode, then all is dark.
When I regain consciousness, my hands are tied behind my back, my feet are tied. But to my surprise I'm still in my clothes. I keep my eyes closed. I feel something warm and sticky all over my head. I guess I must be bleeding like a pig. And my head hurts like hell. I hear footsteps, then someone is poking me in the rips. „Wake up, bitch!“ It's Jason. I pretend to be still unconscious. Another blow to my rips. „Looks like you really got it, huh? Thought a little cocksucking would make me forget what you did to me, huh? No way. You just wait here till I return with a collar, and then we'll have a nice torturing session until you tell me where the keys are.“ I hear the door open and then all is quiet.
What a fuckhead. What a goddamned fucking fuckhead. Vaffanculo! I swear, if the asshole is enslaved, I rip his balls off and watch him eat them. If I get out of this, of course. But I have no doubt about that. He forgot the switchblade witch I carry with me all the time. And he doesn't know too much about knots or tieing someone. Otherwise he would have hogtied me, or he would have used wire instead of the cord from the curtains. The switchblade is out of the pocket and open in a second. Cutting the cord is a mess, though. My wrists are badly cut when I'm finished, but there is no time to lose. Once I'm free I try to stand up, but my head is dizzy and I almost lose consciousness again. I sit up and hold unto a chair, the knife all the time in my hand. When Jason steps in now, he'll find himself with the blade buried in his guts before he realizes what's happening. But he takes longer to return than I expected, and I stand up and walk to the door.

In the hallway, I meet Melissa. She gasps when she sees my blood covered face and my bleeding wrists.
„Take care, Melissa. As you can see, this is no game. Jason almost killed me.“ I don't wait for a reply, but hurry to my room. A cold shower and some bandages later I almost feel human again. I don black jeans, t-shirt and a black west with various pockets, into which i pack a couple of things that might come handy. My blonde hair is covered by a dark scarf. Then I climb out of the window and into the shed.
Two large stones and two gasoline filled Chianti bottles later I sit on a low stone wall and watch the flames lick out of Jasons and Marigays room. The explosion of Marigays trunk takes out a piece of the wall. What did that bitch carry in there? TNT or what?
Servants run to and fro and scream for water, and ten minutes later the fire is extinguished. I walk down the street towards the jetty, making sure nobody is following me. Then it's another thirty minutes through the macchia, checking several times that I'm not followed. I find a secluded place where I can watch the surroundings. I feel tired, terribly tired, but I force myself to set up several traps so nobody can sneak up to me while I sleep.

[collared_kitten75]

I am down in the kitchen chatting up Sillitta, thoughts of the threesome that I am planning with her and Luisa dancing through my head when an explosion shakes the mansion.

"What the fuck was that?!" I half-ask, half-exclaim, as I dash from the kitchen to the dining room, then up the steps toward my room. Naked Sillitta follows me. I don't know if she too is simply curious about what could have caused such an explosion, or if she is actually starting to think fondly of me.

As I ascend the steps, choking black smoke causes me to reconsider. "Fuck Sillitta, Luisa's up there. She could be dead or dying. That's not what I wanted. Not at all." I hesitate a moment longer before ripping a strip of cloth from the bottom of my threadbare t-shirt. "Sillitta, go wet this down for me."

The Italian slavegirl returns in what seems a lifetime, but was really no more than a minute or two with the wet cloth. I frantically take the cloth from her and tie it in place over my nose and mouth. "Sil, if there are any fire extinguisher's, you'd better get those too."

When the girl disappears yet again, I press on into the smoking hallway. I manage to find my room more by feel than by sight. The door is splintered, and I force my way through it. The bed and tapestries are ablaze. I cast about frantically looking for my missing cousin, rival, friend, whatever, but there is no sign of Luisa. "Luisa! Luisa!" I call, but there is no answer.

Fuck, Marigay must have gotten her before she firebombed the room. I so didn't want things to happen like this. Those are my final thoughts before the smoke renders me unconcious.

[Chuckdom19]

I got to the end of the tunnel, reckoning that I was about 4000 feet from the building. I slowly poked my head out of the end of the tunnel, with my night-vision glasses on; there were many heat signatures in the dark. And... THERE... someone moving through the wild lands behind the house, heading this way! I'm not sure if they can see me, but I use natural cover to move away from them anyway.

Using the map I drew, I find my way back to the cave I had discovered the day before, careful to watch for traps. And sure enough, there is a tripwire there, as well as a very faint glow of an infra-red light. I step carefully past the trap, and enter the cave. Shining my torch around the cave, I see my footprints from the day before have been partly erased! Hmm... someone has been here. Two of the stone cairns have been disturbed, but the third, far to the rear of the cave, is undisturbed. Staying close to the wall, I avoid yet another trap and finally get to the pile of stones. Moving one rock at a time and with senses as sharp as I can make them, I remove the rocks.

I don't know what I expected, maybe the keyhole to the vault holding the chalice? What I find is rather anti-climactic, however; just a cache of tinned foods and a blow-dart tube with a pile of darts. A quick idea hits me, and I carefully apply one of my father's potions to each of the darts from point to bottom; they will affect the user and the victim.

Working my way around the hills along the shore, I find the area I had earmarked as a possible hidey-hole; it is undisturbed since I was last there. I set my wristwatch alarm for three hours, rig up some deadfalls, and lay down for a nap. My mind raced for a few minutes, worrying at what the next day would bring, but eventually let me sleep.

[lucy]

The night is terrible. I dream of giant cocks I have to suck while at the same time trying to avoid to be whacked with a huge club by some devilish version of Jason. Once I jerk so hard in my sleep that I knock my head against a rock. The resulting pain is almost rendering me unconscious. I feel sick and get on all fours, crawl a couple of meters and chund my guts out. The wound on my temple is bleeding again, but I can't muster the energy to tend to it. Then I drift off again into some kind of half sleep.
Finally the first sunrays wake me up. My head is still throbbing and in pain. Slowly I climb the highest hill on the mountain, eating a couple of prickly pears and figs for breakfast.
From the mountaintop I can see both the manor and the coastline of France. I look at it for a long time. For the first time since I'm here I think of quitting. I could swim that distance, maybe with some kind of float. But not today, I'm still much too weak. I shrug the thought off. First, I need to get fit again. The other side of the hill, facing away from the manor, is steep. I have to hold onto the vegetation and half climb, half walk through the brush. Finally I arrive at a limestone cliff, about 20 meters high. Looking down I see various holes, or caves. At the bottom is a small pebbly beach. I climb down the cliff, checking two of the caves. There's nothing in them, but both would be perfect to hide for a day or two.
Down at the beach I undress and step into the cold water. My cut wrists burn like hell, but I guess the saltwater will be good for the healing process.
Then I climb to another cave, which can't be seen from above. Once I'm sure I can't be surprised here I lie down to sleep some more. This time there are no dreams and when i wake up it's already afternoon, judging from the sun. And I feel much better. Almost good enough to go take a look at the situation in the manor. But almost is not enough, so I decide to stay here for the night and explore all the caves.

[lucy]

OOC: did i understand that right that i could - by pure chance, of course - find that vault with the chalice in one of those caves?

[Razor7826]

OOC: Five keys are needed for the chalice's vault.

[Razor7826]

Screams of "Fire!" erupt in the night, drawing me from my bedroom. The manor is ablaze and quickly filling with smoke. I can see the flames flicker at the bottom of the stairs, consuming the manor that should be mine. But that is not the problem. No, the smoke. The smoke is slowly flooding the upper floor and I gasp for air.

I fall to my belly and start to crawl back to my bedroom, but even that low breathing is difficult. I reach my bedroom and continue to crawl. Since I barricaded the entrance to the underhalls, the second floor windows are my only hope. But as I rise to my feet and gasp a few lungfuls of smoke I collapse to the floor.

On the floor, gasping for air, I lose consciousness, unsure if I'll ever wake up...

[Chuckdom19]

My vibrating alarm watch wakes me from fitful sleep, and I stretch and move to get some of the kinks out. Opening up one of the tins of food I found, I dine on cold spaghetti and meat balls. While not my favorite, it will satiate my growing hunger pangs for a while. Carefully, I bury the can in dirt at the back of the cave. Perhaps some archeologist will find it some day?

In the midst of folding up my insulating sheet, I hear splashing! There is Lucia, looking somewhat the worse for wear, splashing in the ocean about 40 yards down the beach! What an odd and fortunate coincidence! Fortunate for me, that is.

Settling down to wait, I peek in my pocket mirror around the corner at her quite sexy body; she may not be my exact choice among women, but I can understand why Jason enjoyed her so. She dresses in her sun-warmed clothes and looks in a couple caves, perhaps searching for me? She disappears into one cave not far from me and does not come out. Quietly, I gather up my stuff and repack my backpack. Dropping to the beach, I move along the rocks in her direction; my infra-red glasses help me find the cave she is in. Reaching the edge of the cave, I peek around the edge with my mirror.

She is sleeping soundly, but she has a few simple traps which might make it hard to get to her. I choose to come back later, and move away across the island to search some more, erasing my tracks with a fully-leafed branch, wiping until they are gone. The cliff face is tough to climb, but slow and steady gets me to the top. Lo and behold! Yet another opponent approaches across the rough ground on the Manor side of the hills.

[lucy]

I climb the cliff walls, checking on the various caves. They're all empty and uninteresting but for the second last I explore. Its small opening leads to a rather large hall. A small crack in the ceiling lets in some light and a sunray. Not too interesting, either. Just when I want to leave I notice something strange in a recess. The color of the limestone doesn't quite fit. I take a closer look and see that it isn't limestone after all but just plaster, painted to look like the surrounding stone.
I find a heavy rock and start to pound on the plaster. It doesn't take me too long to break loose some of it. There's another small cave behind it. I crawl through the passage and soon find a vault. I don't have to count the locks to realize that this is THE VAULT.
Hauling it out of the cave is another story, climbing out of the cave carrying the vault is out of the question. But lifting the vault through the crack in the ceiling proves to be fairly easy. I reach the manor in half an hour, seeing nobody. The house lies quiet. I leave the vault on the front yard and get in. The servants are all gathered in the kitchen. I ask them what's up while I have a coffee and eat some buttered bread. They say that they haven't seen any of the other heirs since the fire.
„We're not allowed to go upstairs without a specific reason.“
„And the fire and the fact that all of the heirs including Michael have gone missing is not a reason specific enough, ragazzi?“
„No, signorina Luisa.“ They all grin broadly. I can't help but laugh back.
„Allora, andiamo. Let's go and see.“ On the first floor we find Jason, unconsious. In Marigays room I find only ashes where her trunk was. On the top floor lies Michael, also passed out. I ask two of the stronger male servants to carry them both to the front yard. Then I head to the basement and return with lots of locks, chains, ropes and steel cuffs. And of course, two collars. Both men are stripped naked in a matter of seconds. Then I prop each of them up against a tree and cuff their wrists behind the tree. Their ankles are chained too. Just for good measure I lock chains around their throats and trees and pull them rather tight. And last, but certainly not least, the collars. You just gotta love massive steel chains, hehehe.

Then I look at them and think 'why don't just make them uncomfortable?'. I pull their ankles back until their feet rest almost under their buttocks. One hour in their position and they'll be unable to walk until the circulation is working again. Seventeen hours and their legs are probably gone forever. I couldn't care less.

When I'm done I haul the vault over where they can see it as soon as they regain their consciousness. It must be close to seventeen hours since i torched the house, I wonder why they're still passed out. Maybe some of the stuff Marigay had in her trunk...

I look a the servants just standing there, watching Michael and Jason with a bemused and somewhat satisfied expression on their faces. All but one seem to be satisfied, that is.
„You all have the rest of the night for yourself, ragazzi. Go use the guestrooms, the Master room, sleep anywhere you want. Go now, enjoy an evening without any duty. Sillitta, I would like to talk to you for a moment.“
We sit on the wall overlooking the hillside and I ask her a couple of questions. She answers me dutifully, and finally she says „don't let that awful Michael win, please.“
„Not if I can help it, and not if you help me.“
Then I head down to the slave quarters and pick the one girl Sillitta pointed out as Michaels favourite. She glares at me, hatred in her eyes. She's dangerous and therefore she is chained to a tree just like Michael and Jason.

I admire my work. Not bad, for a single afternoon, having found the vault and catched and collared two heirs. That leaves Marigay and Melissa. I wonder where they are. But I ain't gonna stay here and wait for them. I go fetch my backpack, which is blackened by the smoke but still intact. When I get back, Michael is glaring at me, spitting insults. I take of my shoes and socks off and tell him to open his mouth. A wave of 'cunt' and 'fucking bitch' is his response. I remember a film where Jack Nicholson has his nostril slit by a thug. And lo and behold, it works! He opens the mouth, the sock goes in and is taped in place. The nose bleeds badly, but he breathes easily. Then I make preparations for the night. And finally, after having eaten, I take cover myself.

[Chuckdom19]

Avoiding Melissa is about as hard as getting out of the way of a charging turtle. I get to the edge of the rough land around the mansion, and take cover so I may avoid observation. I slowly work my way around the mansion, surprised to see Lucia standing over our two male cousins who are bound to trees before the house! And there, some kind of casing caked with dirt; I use my monocular and note that it is some kind of strong box... hmm... five keyholes. It's the chalice!

The sun is setting, so I'm quickly working my way around the Manor House before the sun sets. Every light in the place is lit, and there is the sound of many voices partying inside. Hmm... perhaps someone celebrating victory a bit early? If so, they would soon be surprised!

Dark washes over the island, so I don my infra-red goggles. My two cousins stand out in the cool of the evening, as does the house. I look for my three landmarks, the tunnel entrances... and note a moving warm spot going into the "dead-end" tunnel. Well, that could be interesting indeed.

Waiting a few minutes, nobody exits, so I change tactics for a bit, combat-crawling across to my cousins. Taking out the third part of the chemical I've been making in their blood, I spray just a whiff into each of their nostrils, both pass into the deep, long-lasting coma that indicates the stuff is working. crawling across to cover, I snuggle up and watch for warm spots for a while.

Not a thing moves, other than a few birds and a family of noisy squirrels rushing around. Quietly, I work to the mouth of the "dead-end" tunnel. I note a few simple dead-falls to make noise should someone clumsy walk into them; disabling one I get to the edge of the hole.

There is a soft red glow showing in my night-vision glasses, down in the tunnel. I drop softly to the floor and freeze, watching and waiting for movement. There is none, so I move over to the warm spot; Melissa is deeply asleep lying there innocently. Silently, I get out my sprayer dose Melissa with the third element of the chemical. Her sleep deepens, and heartbeat slows; she is into the coma now. Opening the 'secret' door, I carry Melissa into the tunnel beyond, erase all my and Melissa's tracks, and close the door. Shouldering the load a ways, I finally manage to put her down in the room with my three friends. They welcome me, and agree to take over the care of Melissa. More food for them from the cache I found, then quickly up into the tunnels I had not had a chance to explore.

Room to room, I used the peek-holes; each was busy with naked slaves partying or having sex or just relaxing. I watched one for a while; he was hung like a donkey and was forcing his whole length into my little Ellen. She moaned and screamed, but soon came hard repeatedly as he pounded his length into her. Moving to the next, I heard two chatting; Louisa had told them they had the night off, after she found and bound my unfortunate cousins. But she was not in the house.

I set my cap to find her... but not until tomorrow. I needed some sleep soon. Back in the room with my friends, I added a collar to the sleepy Melissa, and marked down the time on the wall that I had captured her, just in case there were questions. How would the contest end, Louisa or me?

[collared_kitten75]

I awake two a cornucopia of sensations. Something between discomfort and pain cramps my legs. A cool breeze blows over my body. Cold steel rings my wrists, my ankles, and my throat. 'Holy shit, I've been captured again,' I wonder, 'but by whom? This isn't the fluffy sex play that I enjoyed with Luisa. Marigay? Michael? There's no way it could be Melissa."

I strain my neck against the steel restraints. There is someone else bound ins imilar fashion to myself. Michael. Someone has sliced the poor bastard's nostril wide open and has a stock stuffed in his mouth. 'This has got to be Marigay's work. Fuck. I am in trouble. I wonder what happened to Luisa. God, I hope she hasn't been taken down yet.'

The longer I kneel there, bound to the tree, the more my legs hurt. I've got to get out of these restraints. Stretch. Swallow my pride, what little I have left. Call for help. "Luisa! Luisa! Can you hear me," I cry out, "Someone's captured me. Marigay, I think. Help. Please, help. You've got to get me out of here. Oh, god."

[collared_kitten75]

Out of the corner of my eye. I detect movement. It's Luisa. Thank god, I'm saved. No, too big for Luisa. Marigay, my fears are confirmed. Fuck, she's coming toward me. I struggle against my restraints, but they hold tight. The bitch sprays something in my face, and blackness washes over me.

[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.

[Chuckdom19]

Quickly moving back out into the tunnel, I went out into the rough lands again and was surprised to see Derek, the slave I had played with earlier. He saw me rise from the tunnel, and came over to me. I was pleased that he was still being submissive.

"Derek, did you see your former master out on the front lawn? Quite a change, no?" I smiled at him.

He lifted up the object he was carrying, and I noticed it was a stun-gun! I turned to run, but he got me with the first shot. I writhed on the ground, and Michael rose up out of the tunnel I exited and snapped a collar around my neck. Tying my hands before I could fight back, he slapped a patch on my arm, one of those trans-dermal medication patches. Puzzled, I passed out.

Some unknown time later, I came awake in the room where I found the three women bound to the wall... and I was next to them, bound as they were. As was Melissa.

Michael backed away, an injector in his hand. Obviously, he had just woken us. Now what?

[Nikita]

Our dear friend Chuck has had a massive stroke. He is in a coma in ICU. His wife, Lady D, contacted me by phone to give me the news. Since she is not computer literate, she asked me to relay the information.

One of the last things he said before he lapsed into a coma that he wants his online friends to know why he has been missing.

She gave me her phone number if anyone wants to inquire about him or comfort her in any way. You can send me a private message and I will give you the information.

[collared_kitten75]

I'm very sorry to hear that. I knew Chuck through only this one RP, but he made it a lot of fun.

[DungeonMaster6]

I knew Chuck as well...He'll be sorely missed.

I,Darnell, landed on this remote island just ten minutes ago. I saw this thin piece of land through my telescope and decided to check it out. Tying my vessel I trudged onto the sand, splashing through the surf, carrying a bag by the straps around my shoulders. It was a hot day out and the cool water on my bare feet actually felt good on my sun-baked body. My six-foot two frame was relieved of it's shirt a while back. Clad in merely a pair of white shorts, I saw some people lounging on the beach, and nodded hello as I took a large towel out of my bag, laid it on the sand and sat.

"This looks like a cool place to settle down for a while.