Note
This story is not about consensual Bdsm, it is harsh, cruel and does not reflect the Bdsm community as a group. It is a fictional work from the mind of Whipsaw.
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Prologue
I am not sure when I stopped believing and gave up on life, humanity...and all of the other shit.
Chapter One
As I look around at my newly remodeled home, I am very pleased. The last of the workmen are boarding the boat that will take them away forever and I can start equipping my my playroom. I have hopes of enticing a female slave or slaves to my island home, as I own the whole island. It was a gift from an immensely wealthy man. He gave it to show his gratitude after I saved his life. He had fallen overboard from a charter boat that I "crewed" as first mate. My reaction to jump overboard and save him was purely spontaneous, if I had stopped to think, he would be dead now.
The remodel cost a fortune especially after purchasing the water-driven turbine to generate power and having it installed in a fast flowing stream about a mile from the house. But I have profited immensely from the Forex markets. With tips from "moneybags" as I think of him, I have acquired a very respectable fortune. The money allows me to do what I want and that is to get away from people. Of course, that doesn't mean all people, as a hot piece of ass is always nice.
After making my evening meal, I eat and go to bed. The next morning I begin work on the playroom. I install the usual stuff, X-frame, rack, stocks, plenty of hooks, posts set into the floor, bed and tables. I place hooks in the walls, floor and ceiling with hoists hanging from the ceiling. I also install special cells to hold my slaves. After I complete the playroom the next step will be to entice bitches to come to my island and if that fails, I will employ my alternative plan. I can buy slaves from a dealer in Hong Kong. The next few days are filled with getting the room ready.
I have almost completed the room when a storm rolls in from the sea, with strong winds, lightning and pouring rain. I am not overly concerned with the weather as the house has been reinforced and it will withstand most of the storms that come along.
Chapter Two
After completing the work I sit in my favorite chair and watch the high surf inundating the shore. Occasionally, I catch a glimpse of navigation lights blinking in the distance. Very likely the light is coming from a boat in distress. And if it does emanate from a stricken vessel then I will have bodies washing up onto my beach. What a pain that will be, but I guess you can never get totally away from people. After a few minutes, I become drowsy and go to bed without another thought about a hapless boat or the people aboard.
I am awakened early the next morning by someone banging on my door. The noise both startles and irritates me, I sleep nude and have to search a short time for something to wear. The pounding continues and now there is shouting, also. I open the door to see a group of three soaked and bedraggled females. From their appearance they have spent a night of pure terror. They all begin to speak, until finally I have to shout to stop them from all talking at once!
Then a statuesque blonde speaks for the group, "Please help us...our boat was destroyed by the storm, I have never been so scared in my life... or so happy to see a house!"
The brunette continues, "Do you have a phone or a way to call for rescue?"
The lie comes easily, "No there isn't any communications here. But a supply boat will arrive in a few days and they can take you to the mainland."
Again everyone starts talking, as I hold the door open for them to come inside. Once they are inside, I offer to get them dry clothes and leave the room. I go to my bedroom and gather up what garments that I think they can wear and pass them out. I direct each woman to a different room to change. After asking if they are hungry I prepare a meal and they eat ravenously. As they dine, I take careful note of each of them.
The blonde is statuesque, 40DD, very nice figure and her ass swells out sexily. Although she is not gorgeous, she is quite pretty and about thirty years old. However, the brunette is gorgeous, although she has smaller tits. Her skin tone is peaches and cream...she isn't bad at all. This one can't be much older than twenty.
The other brunette is older and more voluptuous. She has that look about her that arouses my dominant tendencies. She looks to be forty or maybe a little older.
I decide to ask a few questions before taking any action. I query the blonde first, "Were you guys able to send a distress signal?"
She looks blank at first but collects herself then speaks, "I don't know...Sam, I mean my husband was blown overboard almost when the storm started...maybe he did?"
My reply is both reassuring and a lie, "It doesn't matter about a distress call the supply boat will be along in a week or so."
The blonde cuts me off by exclaiming shrilly, "A WEEK...HERE...no, you have a way of communicating...you are hoping to keep us here so you can get laid!"
She takes a deep breath and continues using an authoritative tone, "Now get your mind off of us and make the damn call!"
The older brunette speaks quickly, "Alice stop it, we are in this man's house as his guest, now show some respect!"
But Alice is determined and snaps, "I will after he makes the call!"
Trying to defuse the situation the brunette gives an apologetic smile and says, "My name is Ashley."
Then she points at the twenty year old and adds, "And this is Beth. Please excuse Alice as she is upset from our ordeal."
Chapter Three
Ignoring her remarks, I make an excuse to leave the room, "I have to visit the john, be right back."
As I leave the room, Alice is beginning another tirade.
I go into the playroom and get my Taser, as the decision has been made.
I return to the room as Alice is getting into full stride, almost screaming. I walk up to her and quickly bring the Taser up and zap her on the neck just below the jaw-line.
She drops like a stone and the other two women gasp simultaneously. It is sexually arousing to see their fear as I approach them. But then the older brunette recovers and starts to rise. But I trigger the Taser causing Alice's body to convulse again and she sits quickly.
Then I speak reasonably, "I do not want to use this again, but I will."