Qos Island Ch 08

[CHAPTER 8] - LAURA'S TURN

Tabitha relaxes in the soft plush resort room chair. Her well-shaped legs spread out and dangling over each of the arms of the chair, dangling with her feet clad in the clear platform high heels. Playing with her pussy while watching the scene unfold before her. On the bed next to her, her sissy shemale husband is fucking two naked well hung black men. Candi is on all fours as one of the men is fucking her well-used ass while she is giving the other one a sloppy blowjob.

Candi has gotten better sucking cock and gets really turned on by it, however, she could not tell how much it is turning her on due to the cock cage restraint that is permanently attached to her limp penis. Sometimes when getting fucked in the ass she will have a small amount of cum drip from her when the large cock hits the right spot against her prostrate. She was so focused on deep-throating the cock in front of her that she did not notice her little caged penis leaking the small dribbles of white goo once again.

"That's right, suck that black cock, you sissy bitch." Tabitha screams out while she still plays with her pussy. She is ready to orgasm any moment now. Her statement was answered by a moan from her sissy shemale husband, who no longer looks like the man he once was. Now looks like a woman clad in black latex from head to toe. Her large, enhanced breasts every slightly rocking back and forth from the fucking. Tabitha loved Candi's tits and has spent many times kissing and sucking on them for her pleasure. He loved that the shemales nipples are pierced as well as hers, however, the spade tattoo on her sissy's maid still turns her on.

Tabitha reflected on what had transpired when the guests were here a few weeks ago. How Paige and she were selected for breeding and got the wear the collars and spent the whole week, fucking different black men night and day.

'Oh yeah, this will make me fuckin' cum', she thought to herself, as her hand is rapidly playing with her clit yearning to get that orgasm.

She focused on how erotic it was getting fucked by two black men in the pussy and ass while she was eating her goth friend's pussy. She did this so many times that week. She did not know how many of the men came in her pussy, but she does know that there will be no doubt, she will be pregnant from this event. She was told that in a couple weeks, she and Paige would be tested to see if they were indeed knocked up.

Once she focused on this, that was enough to put her over the edge.

"Oh, Fuck!"

She had a screaming orgasm, enough to cause the black men to stop fucking and turned towards the hot blonde to make sure she was ok.

Tabitha was glowing and dipped her fingers in her moist pussy and then brought it to her mouth. She savored the taste but wished it was from another woman. The sight of her former husband who is now a shemale getting fucked in both the ass and mouth still excited her. She is amazed at the transformation. Candi, still dressed from head to toe in black latex with her enlarged pierced breast exposed. Seeing the spade tattoo on her breast still gets Tabitha wet. Candi is now an expert on deep-throating black cock and the black man was skull fucking her. Putting all nine inched down her throat with his balls even touching Candi's chin. Ropes of saliva appear after every thrust. The only sound from the shemale is the ecstasy groans of pleasure from getting her ass fucked by a thick cock. Tabitha orgasmed again seeing little dribbles of cum from the caged little penis from the shemale dripping onto the sheets.

At the same time, the black man shot his load in Candi's mouth and the black man fucking her ass then dumped his load into her.

Tabitha got close to Candi and then kissed her probing her mouth with her tongue. Savoring the taste of cum that was deposited in the shemales mouth.

This is all that Candi wants to do in her life. She has fully embraced being a fuck toy for black men. Smiling as her former wife is swapping black man cum with her all the while both black men started to fuck the two cum-swappers from behind.

Betty knew she was in trouble when the Governor wanted to see her. She only met him once when she first arrived on the island. She remembers him being a very intimidating man. Now he wants to see her. She knows the reprimand is coming for her and she is fearful for her life as Betty's worst nightmares are now coming true. They are going to kill me!

The long walk to his office was torture. She is sweating and her legs are starting to give out. This is what death row inmates must feel like walking to their ultimate demise. The door is opened for her and is escorted into the small room with Solomon behind the large wooden desk.

"Please sit down, Nurse Kirby."

Betty sits down on the hardwooded chair and is ready for her fate.

"You know why you're here?"

"Yes, sir. I'm so sorry It will not happen again," Betty was pleading for her life and had every ounce of sincerity in her words.

"You may have jeopardized our entire operation," Solomon said to her and then got up.

He continues, "Just so you can get a quick fuck! We have found one of the patients who escaped, and he was barely alive, however, we are still searching for the other one. I hope for your sake he drowned."

Betty was now really worried by his stern words, as tears began to run down her cheek.

"Now it's my responsibility to discipline you." He knows he can't just fire her as she knows too much about the island operations and cannot risk having her expose everything. Killing her was the first thing he thought of. That's always the best and cleanest way to solve a problem like this. However, Solomon is a creative man and knows how to find a creative solution, especially for an issue like this. He smiled, seeing her squirm like this. He already made up his mind about what he will do with her but wants to torture her a bit more.

"You know, I can have you terminated, not just your position, but your life."

The tears are really coming now, and she became more vocal in her crying. "I'm so sorry sir! Please forgive me!"

"What to do with you? I can't just fire you and take you off the island...," Betty cut him off.

"Governor, sir, I will not say a word of anything! I promise you!"

Solomon was behind her, starting to play with her medium-length brown hair.

"Oh, I know you won't say anything."

"Please don't kill me!"

He stopped playing with her hair and walked back to his chair behind his desk.

"No, I won't kill you."

He pressed a button at his desk and then two security men appeared in his office flanking the scared nurse.

"Betty Kirby, you are no longer working in the medical facility. I'm having you transferred to New York. There you will be re-trained. I may find a use for you afterward.

Betty was confused. Training? Then she remembered where all the girls on the island came from. Training them to be a cock crazed bimbo. Maybe that's not a bad idea, Betty thought. She has nobody else in her life, no family, and worst yet no love life. Maybe this will not be all that bad. Until Solomon shattered that dream.

"You will not be going to our QOS facility in New York. Instead, you will be going to Mistress Debra's mansion. There you will be made into one of her maids. Lesbian maids."

He nodded to the security men, and they quickly grabbed Betty as it took her a while to process those words. She is in no way attracted to women.

"Maybe this will help you get over your cock craving, now, good night, Betty Kirby."

The men then took the former nurse away, who was still in shock by what the Governor sentenced her for.

Michelle was told by her abductors that she would see her long-lost older daughter once they arrived on the island. The older blonde did not give much resistance to the team picking her up. As they told her she will be reunited with her daughter. She did not fully understand what was going on, nor did she care. She was told she would see her daughter, Pam once on the island. For the longest time, she feared her daughter was dead. She did not blame her husband, Bob for her disappearance like her husband did, as she cannot understand what happened to her. She felt that their marriage was perfectly fine and did not see any warning signs with Pam and Bob. Now her world has gone mad.

Her marriage to James was rocky before their daughter's disappearance. He was so consumed with his work and the multiple car dealerships he owned around the city that he hardly had any time with Michelle, nor much intimate time with her. She missed that. The older blonde thought of the last time she had sex with her husband and could not believe it was before Pam disappeared. Damn, it was after that Christmas party they hosted. That was over a couple years! She remembers it like it was yesterday, James was very drunk, and she wore a red sequined mini dress with red stiletto heels. He ravaged her like an animal and liked it very much. God, I miss that. Ever since then, she tried to seduce him to no avail. The only relief she had was to masturbate. She purchased a rabbit vibrator as she heard from her friends that it was gratifying to put out that flame. It did do its job, but she missed the real thing, she missed having a cock. She did not masturbate much when Pam vanished.

The older blonde looked out the plane window as it started to descend. It must be in the middle of the day, and she could see the small island zooming into view and before she knew it the plane landed on the small landing strip on the island.

She was guided out of the plane. The humid air hit her in an instant. The bright sun and tropical plants surrounding the runway proved she was not in Minnesota or the country. An older black man dressed in white greeted her out of the plane.

"Welcome to Isla de Reina de Picas."

She looked at the black man. She assumed he was around the same age as her and appeared to be very attractive. He was wearing a white gauze suit that reminded her of her trips to Miami a long time ago. She did not know the meaning of the island name, and if she knew Spanish, she would have picked up that this was the Queen of Spades Island. The only thing on her mind was her daughter, Pam. She was told she would be able to see her.

"I was told I would be able to see my daughter, Pam. Is she here?"

"Ah yes, you will see her in due time. My name is Solomon, for now, let's eat, you must be starving from that long trip. Follow me."

Solomon knew he made a wise choice. This older woman is very attractive as is. A smile formed on his face as he guided the blonde in his jeep and drove them to his small office building outside the main resort.

The governor had a small room as his dining room, just like a smaller apartment building. He had lunch already out for the two of them.

Like a gentleman, he helped Michelle in her seat as she sat down eyeing up the large turkey sandwiches already prepared for her. Pam is still on her mind.

"So when can I see my daughter?"

Solomon sat across from the worried mother and grabbed a sandwich from the plate.

"She is here and is doing just fine. You will see her soon I guarantee you that."

He continued, "But first, I would like to offer you a job."

Michelle was confused, "What do you mean?"

"A job, where you do something for me, and I will repay you."

"What kind of job?"

"I researched you, Michelle Robinson. You have an interesting background. Was a head cheerleader back in high school and college. A model for a few years. And then, you got married. Had two daughters, and became a housewife for many years, and that's where you are today, a housewife."

The blonde felt embarrassed about this black man going over her life so quickly. Before she responded, the governor continued, "I think you are bored and are just waiting for something exciting to happen in your life."

He was not wrong, Michelle thought. She was bored even before her daughter disappeared. She was intrigued by his offer; however, he did not exactly say what this job was.

"What kind of job?"

"Oh, I think one you would like. You will oversee the staff that entertains the guests here at the resort. Sort of like a manager position."

"Resort?"

"Oh, yes, my apologies, this is a very exclusive resort for very rich and influential guests. A private resort."

Solomon got up and moved behind Michelle. This made her feel uneasy. He then started to rub her shoulders gently. A shot of excitement shot through her feeling another man touching her like this. James never rubbed her shoulders like this.

"But I live back in Minneapolis, I can't possibly take any job here, with my husband and girls back home..."

"What if your girls worked her with you?"

"What do you mean."

"What if they worked for you as well? You would see both of your girls every day. Safe hear on the island."

Michelle forgot about Laura and quickly wondered where she was right now. She still is naive about this resort.

"Sir..."

"Call me Solomon," the black man whispered in her ear.

"Solomon, what exactly do the staff do for the guests here?" His touching her has turned her on. She felt wet in her panties.

He got closer to the attractive older blonde. Michelle was able to smell him, and he smelled of an exotic cologne with hints of coconut and other tropical spices, it was very pleasant to smell. Solomon then started to gently kiss her neck.

Michelle gave little resistance to him and was caught up in the moment. Enjoying the gentle touch of his lips on her neck. A small gasp escaped from her mouth. She longed for another man to touch her. Her husband hasn't made love to her in so long that she forgot the passion of another man touching her. She squirms in her chair rubbing her thighs together trying to put out the burning ich she feels between her legs.

Solomon then reached down to feel her crotch through her conservative skirt feeling the material of her panties and the warmth from her pussy. Michelle felt paralyzed, but she did not resist. She knew she was supposed to resist the touch, but she wanted to be touched. She wanted to be touched by this man. She needed to be touched.

The black man suddenly kissed the blonde and entered his tongue in her mouth. Michelle accepted the invading wet pink muscle. She did not notice that the black man dropped his white gauzed pants and black underwear revealing the largest cock she has ever seen and it was still flaccid. Her lust is taking over her, her inhibitions let loose, and she cannot think of anything except that she needs to be fucked, and she has a handsome black stranger kissing her with his dark cock begging to be fondled.

Michelle wasted no time to grab the black cock and she can feel the veiny muscle growing in her grip. She gasped as a mini orgasm tremored her whole body. Her hips started to buckle and longing to fuck something. She started to stroke the ever-growing cock in her hand, moaning in delight while Solomon's tongue continues to invade her married mouth.

The black man broke off the passionate kiss. He looked down at the wanting blonde mature housewife still stroking his cock. She wanted his cock and quickly wrapped her lips around it and started to suck it. It is the largest cock she has ever had as its continuing to grow. She reaches down to her soaked panties and tried to masturbate through the tight fabric as it combined her sweat and pussy wetness.

Solomon bent down and helped her remove her skirt and panties, leaving Michelle with only her blouse and bra on. She felt abandoned when the cock was removed from her mouth.

"Take them off," was the only thing Solomon said.

She knew what he wanted, and she wanted it too. She looked at him in lust as she unbuttoned her blouse in no time and the same with her bra, revealing to Solomon her lush breasts. Not bad for a mature woman, he thought to himself.

The black man then quickly kissed her and had her sitting on the edge of the table, Michelle put her hands and arms around her new lover, darting her tongue in and out of his mouth.

She felt his hard cock up against her moist pussy and did not object to it as she spread her legs open to invite the strange dark cock into her love box. Solomon obliged and entered her. She gasps as nothing this large ever entered her pussy. It did not take long before Solomon started to fuck her like an animal. She never has been fucked with much passion and lust before.

Solomon enjoyed her pussy and thought about her transformation and how easy it will be to make her the head Queen of Spades for his stable of black cock whores. He grinned and was ready to cum as he fucked her faster.

Michelle could not take the lust anymore and screamed the loudest and most powerful orgasm in her life as this black man still fucking her faster.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Solomon knew he had her. He unleashed his seed in her in no time. Making her orgasm again from feeling his seed enter her.

Shawn knew he had his work cut out for him with this one. Unlike the other girls which was meticulously planned out to the detail, this one was rushed to him and has rejected the preliminary stages of becoming docile which is needed to have them converted into whores. He had to go with what was called Plan B in his group. It has not been utilized until now with this woman. He overlooked from the control room as the sleeping agent had taken hold of the naked woman who did not make it back to the bed and fell to the floor, sleeping.

"The chair is ready, Shawn."

"Good," he pushed a button that vented the gas from the room and waited for the status indicator to turn green, meaning it was safe to enter the enclosed room. The indicator lit up green and Shawn turned to his staff member, "Ok, get it ready in the room."

The chair was a bulky hulk and would not be easily moved if not for the wheeled castes on each of its legs. The chair was designed by Shawn, but he never got a chance to use it. It resembled a crude electric chair, being mostly of cast iron steel and bulky thick leather straps. However, unlike an electric chair, this one had plush black leather cushions resembling more of a car seat than that of an executioner's chair. A thick black metal post protrudes and has a claw shape to it where a person who sits in it will have their head covered by the claw. Metal straps as well as leather ones are on each side for the arms of the person. The most intimidating other than the headpiece was the bottom cushion where the wearer would sit as well as the leg harness that both adjusts and can spread the legs of the one unfortunate to be strapped into it.

The staff members rolled in the beastly chair into the room and one of them had to pick up the sleeping naked woman from the floor and set her aside on the bed. The chair is placed at the foot of the bed and faces the big-screen television. There were holes in the floor that lined up with each of the legs of the chair and once aligned the casters were extracted back and the chair made a dull thud as it was lowered onto the floor. Each leg of the chair had a series of holes that aligned with the holes in the floor. One of the staff then took out thick bolts from his lab coat and had a power wrench in the other hand and started to wrench down each of the bolts into the holes, securing the chair.

The staff then picked up the limp girl positioned her in the seat and put the claw-shaped mechanism around her head with the soft cushion draping around her face. The staff then adjusted it to secure it in place forcing the woman to look directly straight ahead and will restrict her movement. Her arms and legs as well as a couple straps around her torso were secured. Then an IV was placed in each of her arms and each staff member had no issue of getting the needle in her veins. The staff remembers then left the room and the lights turned off and Laura was secured into the chair in complete darkness still sleeping.