8:00 AM
Frank looked out the window of the plane. He could just about see the island in the distance. In about another hour, they would arrive. He couldn't wait. In the meantime, he went back to reading the pamphlet he had found on the plane telling the history of how Josiah Flamel had created the island retreat known better far and wide as "Pleasure Island."
Josiah Flamel was a rather complex man. He was part mad scientist, part evil genius, part lecherous bazillionaire. He hadn't created Flamel Island Retreat to make money, he created it to have a place where he and others like him could enjoy their one major pleasure, sex. The way he initially did make his money was also through sex, however. Flamel owned multiple scientific labs around the world where his employees created a variety of technical inventions and made a wide variety of medications, focusing on STDs. But they had also created a drug that put the little blue pill to shame.
Sexienafil was a blessing to men because it made it possible that a man's body would only require a wait of a minimum of fifteen minutes between one ejaculation and the next. And Sexienafil didn't wear off for twelve hours whole hours. That meant a man could fuck a woman up to 48 times in twelve hours.
What wasn't mentioned in the pamphlet and that people didn't know was that Flamel himself had a secret laboratory where he worked, searching for the way to make the perfect sex slave. And he found it, a drug he called Slavium that he combined with nanobots that worked following a computer program he created called SX6. Slavium affected a woman's body in multiple ways, changing her from being just human to being part animal, part vegetable, part mineral.
Upon injecting a woman with Slavium, on the animal level, it changed her body so that she stopped producing eggs, so she no longer had periods, and her white cells were made into the perfect protectors from all illnesses and diseases, thus, no man would ever have to worry about having a condom handy since she could not get pregnant or transmit STDs. Also, her healing process was accelerated so that a simple cut or bruise would heal within 24 hours. Her external physical aging was halted as well. Though she would get older on the inside, physically, if she were say 21 years old, she would look like she was 21 for the rest of her life. Thus, she would remain as beautiful as the day she was first injected. Plus, she no longer needed to sleep at all. One last change was that her erogenous zones were altered to be at least three times as sensitive.
Her metabolic system was altered so that she became like a plant, able to produce all the nutrients she needed to stay alive simply from exposure to sunlight and one glass of water a day. She was still able to eat food, drink liquids, and sleep, but she didn't have to to survive.
These changes would all be worthless if she couldn't be controlled. That's where the mineral connection came in. Her brain was changed via nanobots that she was injected with, literally rewiring her brain so that she could be reprogrammed like a computer with his hackproof SX6 program, turning her into a completely obedient living robot. Flamel also built an electronic collar that his slaves would wear. This collar would make identifying each slave easy, as well as include a GPS so that each slave could be located at any time. Also, each slave could be easily programmed for different jobs, like being a maid or waitress, by plugging a chip into the collar that would then communicate with the nanobots in her brain.
The pamphlet did talk about how once he had this all perfected, Flamel bought an island nation in the Pacific. It took about five years to build the resort. Women from around the world were hired to work there, but they were hired thinking they would be doing all sorts of jobs from front desk and guest services to housekeeping, maintenance, food and beverage, and activities management. Truly, though, known only to Flamel, was that he wanted them primarily for their looks, their sexual attractiveness. He only interviewed women between 18 and 35 from all over the world, seeing as he wanted a wide variety of appearances. But once they were injected with Slavium, he didn't have to worry about paying them, feeding them, or housing them, seeing as they were now his to use as he wanted.
Some people were suspicious of his actions when they learned what the women would mainly be doing at his resort. But they couldn't do anything about it seeing as he now owned his own nation, able to rule as he saw fit, making up his laws however he wanted. Flamel didn't want to be a dictator or ruler, so he hired other people to run things. He just wanted to have his lustful fun. And that is just what he, and his guests, did.
9:00 AM
Frank walked through the automatic doors into the lobby with his luggage. He stopped to look around at the huge space. In front of him was the check-in desk and to his left and right were elevators. Everywhere around him were people, all of the women were beautiful, and all appeared to be wearing different colored collars.
"I think I'm going to enjoy this," he thought as he strode forward to the check-in desk.
"Hello, Sir," greeted a younger gentleman behind the desk. Behind him stood another man, quite a bit older. "Welcome to the Flamel Island Resort."
"If you would, please place each hand on the scan pads," he continued.
Frank saw the two pads with outlines of hands on either side of the young man's window. He put down his luggage and did as he was asked.
"Mr. Frank Greene, here for a three-week stay," the young man said, looking at a computer screen. "Is that correct?"
"Yep," Frank replied.
"Very good. You will be staying in room E528. Do you have a preference of a woman to show you to your room?"
"I'm sorry?" Frank asked with an inquisitive look.
"Give some examples," the older man said quietly to the young man.
"No, I'm sorry, I'm new at this," the young man said to Frank. "I mean, would you prefer a blond, a brunette, a redhead? An Asian, an African, a Latina?"
"Oh, um, no, no preference," Frank said.
"Okay then, one moment please." The young man hit a button on his keyboard and a moment later a sexy blond in pigtails walked up to Frank. She wore a button-down blouse that was tight against her chest and a pair of shorts that nicely showed off her long, smooth legs. He noticed the collar around her neck was lit with green LED lights and the front had a digital LED display that showed the name 'Jane' and the numbers '1 0 6' across her throat.
"Hello Sir, my name is Jane," she said. "I'll show you to your room. Please, follow me."
"Um, don't I need a key?" Frank asked.
"Sorry," the young man said again. "No keys needed. Your handprint will allow you access to your room. Jane here will explain everything. Enjoy your stay."
"I see," Frank said as Jane picked up his suitcase and turned right, heading for the elevators.
As they walked, Jane explained, "The resort is laid out in a T-shaped. The hotel rooms are to the west and the east, the rest of the resort is in the long stem of the T. Your room is E528, meaning East wing, fifth floor, right side of hallway, being an even number."
The two got on the elevator and Jane pressed the button for the fifth floor.
Frank couldn't help but admire the woman's figure. She had plump breasts and a nice, round ass giving her an hourglass shape. She looked to be in her mid-twenties.
The elevator arrived quickly on the fifth floor. Jane led Frank to his room, and he placed his hand on the scan pad next to the door. With a click, the door unlocked and opened. Jane led the way in.
"If you'll have a seat, I'll explain how you can enjoy your stay here at Flamel Resort," she said as she put the suitcase down.
Frank looked around the room for a moment, appreciating its nice size. He figured he could take a closer look later and did as Jane asked, sitting on the edge of the bed. She remained standing in the center of the room, facing him.
"Here at Flamel Resort," she began, "the main form of entertainment are the women."
"As you might have noticed downstairs," she continued, "all of the women wear a collar like mine."
She fingered her collar. Frank noticed that it was now lit yellow.
"Each collar is in one of three colors: red, yellow, or green. Women who are wearing green collars are available to be what we refer to as 'Dates.' If you see a woman wearing a green collar that you want to date, simply walk up to her and tell her so. The lights on the collars of women claimed as a Date by someone will automatically change from green to yellow. A woman wearing a yellow collar is only available to the person who claimed her. When she is released, her collar will change back to green. Women wearing yellow collars will obey any command given to them by their date, so long as that command does not include causing harm or damage. For example, no woman is going to throw a brick through a window or stab another guest for you."
Frank's eyes got wide at hearing this.
"You'd be amazed how many guests have tried to get us to commit murder for them," she continued nonchalantly. "Anyway, any guest who does attempt such a command will be evicted from the resort. Also, no woman here will not allow serious harm to be done to them. While we will take part in BDSM sexual activities, we can and will defend ourselves from being seriously hurt. We are here to help you have fun, not to cause harm."
"Wow," Frank said quietly to himself.
