Paradise Prison

Part 5 of a 5-part story.

I was sleeping, as I did every night now, with Kris on one side of me, and Kari on the other. Kari was probably about 5 months along. It had already begun to get light. I kissed each girl awake and sat up. Syd was up too, walking toward the pool when all of a sudden it got dark. It suddenly turned pitch black, as if someone had flipped off the light switch.

"What the hell?" I heard Syd say. Then, after about three seconds, the lights flickered and came back on. But now, in the background, there was a noise, a kind of a hum.

"What was that?" Eddie was up too.

My brain dusted off the cobwebs and only came up with one thing. "That sure as hell seemed an awful lot like a power glitch, followed by a backup generator kicking in."

Syd was following me. "You mean, like on Earth?"

"Yes. Exactly like that."

"Like we're not somewhere on Planet X, or wherever."

"I don't know. I suppose alien tech can probably fail and switch to backup too, but that sure felt awfully familiar."

"What the fuck?"

Everyone was up now, and getting excited. The light was now normal, seemingly coming from the whole sky all at once, but still we had that background hum. Everyone was silent and listened to it. It wasn't loud but it was steady and it did not vary or go away.

Our breakfast showed up like normal, everything seemed normal, with the exception of that low hum in the background. People relaxed a little. Down in the middle of the camp, Syd, Lena, and Jade played the straight up blowjob guessing game where one girl held her hands over Eddie's eyes, and then Eddie tried to guess who was blowing him. The rest of us watched them only with half interest, mostly for lack of any other entertainment. They rotated through all three and he guessed wrong every time. On his last guess he said, "Kris." Everyone was shocked. Then he said, "Well...a guy can dream, can't he?" Everyone laughed at that one, even Syd, who was the one doing the sucking.

Then about mid-day, the hum stopped. The lights went out again. Everything was pitch black. And then we heard a new noise. We didn't know what it was. There was a little bit of light coming from somewhere near the edge of our enclosure. We made our way towards the light. It seemed to be coming from a low angle down by the beach.

When we reached the beach we saw a dappled beam of light that seemed to come from under the water out at the edge of our enclosure. It looked like a large hole had opened. We could see that the water level was falling. The water was rushing out!

"What is it?" Elena asked.

"I think it's some kind of door or maybe a hatch," I said.

The light was coming from well below the water line, apparently from outside our enclosure. All seven of us just stood and stared. Clearly this was big, but we weren't yet sure exactly what it meant.

The hole was oblong, about five feet high and two feet wide. It occurred to me that if there was space on the other side, or negative atmosphere, or poison gas, or whatever, that we might have only moments left to live. I hugged Kari tight with one arm and Kris with the other as we, and everyone else, simply stood and stared at the hole as the water level dropped and the light got brighter. I don't think they were scared. It was more like shock. They hadn't had time to process.

"What should we do?" Kris asked.

"We wait," I said.

When the top of the water level hit the hole, there was no rushing in of gas. It was just like water draining from a big tub. Through the hole we could only see white. The current rushing through the hole got less strong as the water level dropped. I started down the slope toward the hole. Eddie was behind me, and then he ran ahead. Syd was with me. The others were following too.

"Holy shit!" Eddie exclaimed as he reached the door, water still rushing out around his knees, and looked out. "The sky!" He stepped through the door.

I reached the hole and looked out too. There was white in front of us, it looked like a snowdrift, and when I looked up, it was blue sky, and a small trail of wispy thin clouds way up high. The air smelled sweet and fresh...and cold. It looked 100% like the sky on Earth with a slowly dissipating contrail at high altitude.

"We're on Earth!" I shouted back to the others, who were rapidly nearing the door. The cold was almost as shocking as the news. I stepped out. It seemed we were suddenly free for the first time in months, but also for the first time after months of boredom and security, our future seemed not only uncertain, but also threatening. We couldn't survive for long in that cold without clothing and shelter.

Seven naked people stepped out onto a concrete pad where the warmer water had washed away the snow before draining away down a slight slope to our left. The stream melted the snow for a short distance, and then seemed to disappear underneath it. "Should we go back?" I heard Kris ask.

"First I want to see if there's anyplace else around here we can go," I answered. Then I noticed the girls were all huddling together for warmth as they looked around. Behind us was what seemed to be a giant geodesic dome. This must have been the outermost shell of our enclosure. Beyond us we could see only snow.

Syd broke away from their huddle to talk to me. "We can't stay out here like this."

"Maybe not for long, but even back inside, without power it's only going to slowly get colder. If there's anyplace else close by, now, while we're still at our warmest, might be our best chance. Plus somebody had to be bringing us our food."

"That's true."

Everyone heard Syd and I but I spoke out now to the group. "We don't have any belongings to go back for, and nothing back there that could keep us warm. Before we get even colder, now is probably our best chance. You can go back if you want, but I'd like to at least try and see if there's someplace else first. If we don't find anything, then we can come back."

Syd added, "It only seems so cold because we're so used to being warm. Look, the water hasn't even frozen."

Sure enough, the thin layer of water at our feet had not yet frozen, and seemed like possibly it might not.

"I'm staying with you, Ben," Kari said.

"Me too," Kris added.

Eddie chimed in, "Yeah man, let's fucking go!"

"It'll be better if we move quickly." Syd said.

Everyone murmured agreement. We all set off together, barefoot through the snow, which seemed to be only about a foot deep, but higher in occasional drifts. The weather was fair. The sun was out. Even though there was snow on the ground, the temperature seemed maybe slightly above freezing. There was a sheen on the top of the snow like the sun creates during a melt. About a hundred yards from where we'd emerged there seemed to be a small hill. We headed rapidly for that higher ground to look around. Behind us, we still could not see any other structures around the dome that had contained us.

From the top of that little hill, we learned more. We were on an island. We could see the sea not far away ahead of us, and it also seemed to stretch out on the other side of the dome behind us. To our right there appeared to be a small causeway connecting our island to another land mass, perhaps a peninsula, perhaps another island. The causeway seemed partly artificial, with a covered half circle structure running its entire length, and at the end, perhaps three hundred yards away, there stood a large structure. It looked like a large, magnificent house, or perhaps a research institute or something. We were cold, but it seemed our destination was clear.

We could not find any way into the covered part, so we walked all the way to the house on foot, naked, through the snow and the freezing cold. When we got there, we found steps to a veranda, which we climbed. There we found a large window. On the other side of the window, sitting in a chair and sipping some sort of drink, there was a man. I felt like he looked familiar, like I should know who he was.

We waved our hands wildly and motioned for him to let us in. He rose from his chair, looking quite startled to see us, unlocked the door next to the window, and let us enter.

"Come in. Come in at once. You must be so cold. Here, warm yourselves." He motioned to a nearby large fireplace we saw burning and which we had already naturally started to move toward. "I'll get you some blankets." The man scurried out of the room.

At first I wasn't sure, but now it hit me. He looked a little older since I'd seen him, but this man was someone I knew from my life as a VC. He was one of my group's most spectacularly successful early investments. His name was Victor Ivy. He had invented a low dose libido enhancing drug that worked for both men and women. We provided startup funding. The U.S. FDA and the EU eventually failed to approve the drug, but in Africa and Asia alone sales had gone through the roof and made him a billionaire before the long term side effects became known and he had to pull his drug from even the international market.

Victor returned with a stack of seven blankets, and handed them to each of us. We huddled, packed in by the fire, trying to warm up. I rubbed Kari's feet and tried to think.

"Let me get you something warm to drink." Victor left again. We were very cold. Getting warm first and making sure we didn't have anything like frostbite was first on everyone's mind. But there was something else about Victor, something I wasn't remembering yet.

And then I recalled. It was Victor's reputation, and also the small history we shared. It was said that not since Epstein had a very rich man been so well known for his attachment to pursuing his private sexual peccadillos, along with not caring who got hurt along the way. I'd heard the rumors, but they were so lurid it was very hard to separate fact from fiction. I hadn't encountered him either personally or professionally since those early startup days.

Since then, Victor claimed to have developed an improved version of his old, discredited libido drug, but his reputation had become so toxic that nobody would touch him. He couldn't get backing, and he couldn't even get it tested, much less approved.

I recalled hearing that he had taken what was left of his money and purchased one of the major porn streamers. The cold must have slowed my brain. It wasn't until then that it hit me Victor might not be coming back.

"Syd!" I yelled suddenly. "Follow me." I immediately set out after Victor, confident that Syd would be on my tail. She was. The others stayed behind, not knowing what was up, probably still anticipating a nice cup of hot tea. "I think he's going to make a break for it. We have to stop him."

We barely caught sight of Victor as he disappeared around a corner at the end of a hallway. We followed and then chased him down a stairwell. We caught up to him at his underground boat dock, trying to untie his boat. I grabbed a belaying pin from the dock railing and clocked him with it before he could block my hand. It didn't quite knock him out but he was stunned enough that we had no trouble tying him up. There was a large locker on the dock for storing nets. Syd and I drug the nets out, and dumped Victor in. I locked the padlocked door on top. I didn't have the key, but there'd be time for that later.

Victor's island mansion was, as one might expect, pretty well tricked out. We had all we needed. The generator that supplied the house never failed, unlike the one that served as backup for the big dome enclosing our "island" prison. In another few hours, the power came back on.

Meanwhile, I filled in Syd on what I knew. We went back and filled in the others too, then slowly, from the things we found around the mansion, almost the whole picture became clear.

Victor Ivy was well known as a super-rich slimeball. The girls had all heard of him, and all recalled attending at least one of the large parties he often threw. They'd gone because their agents had told them it was a good place to be seen, and that they'd be safe as long as they avoided any private rooms, and left before midnight. They followed those admonitions. He hadn't snatched them from a partly.

As for me, because our firm had handled some dealings for him, when he got investigated by the SEC for securities fraud, I got called to testify. I testified, truthfully, that we had supplied him with the proper forms and advised he and his attorneys to submit them. He maintained that we had not. Despite his lies, he ended up beating the rap on that investigation. But maybe he remembered me. Maybe that made me a target for revenge, in his mind anyway.

There was more. I recalled that I'd met Victor once at a social occasion very early on, before all his scandals. He had made some remark to me. It was just party chat, something like, "Don't you just love the thrill of the chase, putting together the perfect deal?" and I'd responded offhandedly something along the lines of "Some days I think I'd rather just chuck it all and live out my days on a tropical island with a bunch of hot babes." Did that plant the seed, give him the idea for everything? Was that his reason for picking me? Did he even remember me or that stupid throwaway comment? I'll probably never know.

But what about the girls? Why did Victor pick those girls? Literally hundreds of models had been to one or more of his parties. It's not uncommon for a certain type of rich guy to contact modelling agencies to get girls to show up at high end parties. Victor liked to surround himself with beautiful women.

The girls didn't do anything wrong. That party scene was all part of seeing and being seen. He may have picked them at random. He may have had reasons known only to himself. He probably staggered their abductions over time to avoid suspicion. Eddie? Eddie was just a courier kid who delivered to Victor's office a couple of times.

Obviously there were no aliens. Looking around the mansion, down near the entrance to the passageway that led to the dome we found the "laboratory," complete with an alien costume and a fog machine. I'm no pharmacist, but Victor had made his money from being kind of a genius with that stuff. There were plenty of drugs down there. He undoubtedly wanted us to believe we'd been abducted. We also found a vat where he'd mixed the paste he'd been feeding us with. The "recipe" was laminated and posted on the wall.

Had we all been test subjects for Victor's improved version of his libido drug? That seemed virtually certain.

Elsewhere around the mansion we found real, actual food that had taste, and enough of Victor's clothes, including a lot of pretty high end women's lingerie, so that we were at least able to cover ourselves. The girls were able to have a little bit of fun trying on the lingerie, and they decided to wear it, although covered up by sweatpants, sweatshirts, jackets, and the like.

We found there was an "observation deck" surrounding the enclosure inside the dome where we'd been imprisoned. How often did Victor get his jollies by going down there to spy on us? That was impossible to know, too. But there was one other surprise. Behind the windows on the observation deck there were big, commercial quality video cameras. It was like a whole studio up there, and with the power on we could see there were also live video feeds from multiple places around the "island." There must have been cameras hidden down there, too, probably micro cameras that would be nearly impossible to spot.

It was clear the whole space had been extremely well-planned and thought out. All the areas that were open enough for people to gather together, and the places where the ground cover and terrain lent themselves most congenially for people having sex, all those areas were clearly visible to the big cameras. The sight lines were clear.

On one set of feeds I also recognized the much smaller, more intimate area where both Kari and Kris and I had been together. I counted eight different cameras trained on that spot. They must have been hidden in the dense surrounding foliage. But it was easy to see how by switching between shots, it would be possible to get a very close and complete record of all the best "action" in there.

"Ben, you said this creep owned a porn site?" Syd asked.

"I'm pretty sure that's right, with streaming video and everything. I think it was called Porn Paradise, or something like that."

Eddie spoke up. "Porn Paradise? I been there. That's a good one. They got some pretty hot shit. The prices are good too."

Syd verbalized what by then I'm sure we were all thinking. "You don't think?..."

"I think there's a very good chance." Nobody said anything while the possible implications started to sink in.

"Well...that would certainly explain why were all naked," Jade observed.

"And probably why we don't have any hair down there too," said Elena.

"So like, we're porn stars now?" Eddie wondered out loud.

"I suppose he might have done all this just for himself, but..." I didn't need to finish the thought.

When we got back to the house we went to Victor's home theater and called it up. There was a banner on the site advertising a series of videos called "Paradise Island." We clicked in and there we were. There must have been hundreds of videos, all starring us.

The content seemed to be packaged in two main ways, either as an ongoing series with twice weekly full-length 90 minute episodes, or as individual, shorter scenes with titles like, "Kris, Kari, and Ben in a 3-way" or "5-way Lesbian Orgy."

There was also "Sluts Compete for Cum," "Syd Gets Spitroasted," "Big Tits Jade Gets Railed"...It went on and on. We clicked into one of the full-length episodes. It was kind of like "Survivor" in the way it looked, the way it was edited to increase drama, and how it captured our conversations, but of course it was centered around the sex scenes, the same ones that were also viewable as individual clips.

Of course we all were somewhat critical of our own appearance, but to my eye at least, it was a top quality production, all in beautiful color and 4K Plus resolution. The girls all looked gorgeous. If anything, with all the editing and camera angles and whatnot, in some ways it was hotter to watch on video than it had been to be there actually in the middle of it all!

So it wasn't a complete surprise, but not until we took Victor's boat and got off the real island did the full implications become clear. In light of what we learned, it was lucky we made the initial decision not to take Victor with us, and not to turn him in to the authorities. We knew getting a conviction against a man with his money, power, and connections would be difficult, and we knew we needed evidence, so before we left, we gave Victor what he deserved. We resealed the enclosure, refilled the water, turned everything back on, and left him there, complete with enough food to last him until we could get back.

Apparently Victor also had real marketing skills. "Paradise Island" was the closest thing to a mainstream breakout hit the porn industry had seen in the streaming era. It was the biggest porn sensation to break into the public consciousness since "Deep Throat." Of course somehow, probably through forgery and fraud, Victor had obtained model releases signed by all of us, including me. One thing all of us had in common was nobody on the outside who cared about us enough, or had power or voice enough to launch any investigations when we turned up, after our initial disappearances, apparently voluntarily entering into a new life as porn stars.

Cameras had recorded all the hottest scenes, everything we had done, every intimate moment, and it had all been seen by millions. There was that first scene of me cumming on Elena's face and tits, followed by the other girls licking the cum off, and then there were all the other times. There were the lesbian orgies, the contests, the three-ways, all best sellers, viewed over and over. Maybe worst of all, all of our one-on-one intimate moments, including my private moments with Kari and Kris, all viewed millions of times.