The Island of Dr. Trusk
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During the time I've written for
Literotica
, you readers have come to expect a certain kind of fiction from me. I usually write about nice people who care about each other. Who see sex as joyful and loving. Who experience eroticism as something to be celebrated.
"The Island of Dr. Trusk"
is a very different kind of tale. Truthfully, I'm reluctant to publish it. There are plenty of stories on
Literotica
with evil, predatory characters. So far, I've been happy to let other writers craft fiction that examines the motivations of such dark individuals. But I also want to challenge myself to create diverse kinds of stories, so I've decided to see what you think of this.
I do it because I'm convinced that Dr. Leon Trusk is an interesting villain, and that Phillip and Eve Davis are sympathetic victims. The final version of this story is about half as long as the original because I decided to cut it down to its bare essentials. I didn't want to wallow in the morbid.
I've imagined several future scenarios featuring these characters, and I'm open to the idea of writing sequels. But that's not going to happen unless I get the sense that you readers want it. As you read
"The Island of Dr. Trusk,"
please ask yourself if you'd like to know more life on this strange little isle. I look forward to seeing your reaction to the most unusual story I've written so far.
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"Welcome to Circe," the intake officer said as she stamped their passports. "Enjoy your stay."
If things worked out as planned, Phillip and Eve Davis would become permanent residents of this beautiful artificial island located in international waters just off the coast of California. They had been selected as candidates for jobs with Trusk Enterprises, a trillion-dollar corporation that marketed the most innovative (and expensive) pharmaceuticals of the last generation. The company had ambitious plans for the future. The handsome young couple hoped to be part of those plans.
"This is stunning. I can't believe people built this whole island," Eve told her husband. The area for new arrivals was landscaped with palm trees, towering tropical plants, exotic grasses, and a variety of smaller flora that made the place look like a botanical garden. The buildings outside were futuristic domed structures that seemed to belong in a science fiction movie; domes had the extra advantage of being shaped to withstand the most powerful tropical storms.
In the distance were high-rise buildings that housed everything from research facilities and outpatient clinics to corporate offices and employee housing. If things went as they hoped, Phillip and Eve would soon reside in one of those towers.
The couple rolled their suitcases toward the lobby, where they found a young woman holding a sign that said DAVIS. "Phillip? Eve? Hello, I'm Rita. I'm going to be your guide," she said. Rita was an extraordinarily attractive woman with a classically beautiful face anchored by a 500-watt smile. "I hope you enjoyed your trip in the tunnel. Was it all right? Some people find it to be a bit claustrophobic."
"It was fine," Eve said. "Very smooth. Comfortable. Like a subway, but quieter."
"It suits our needs," Rita said. "We restrict visitation as a means of discouraging corporate espionage. Since we control who can enter the tunnel, it's harder for industrial spies to get to Circe. That helps protect our intellectual property. For those of us who live here, it makes Circe feel like an especially exclusive resort. If things go as well as everyone expects, you'll be living here soon, and you'll see exactly what I mean."
Rita directed the couple to chairs in front of a desk. She sat down and produced two sets of forms. "Speaking of intellectual property, we need to take care of some bookkeeping issues before we continue. Phillip, Eve, I'm sure you've already been informed of the requirement that you sign non-disclosure documents. The reason the Isle of Circe exists is that this is where Dr. Trusk develops his most advanced therapeutics.
"This is where clients come to receive our latest treatments in a place where their privacy is assured. For obvious reasons, a lot of what we do here is proprietary and confidential. That's why you are required to sign an NDA."
"Of course," Phillip said. "We understand. We have no objection." Rita slid the forms across the desk, witnessed as the couple added their signatures, then notarized the forms and inserted them into a scanner.
"Terrific," Rita said. "Let's take a little walk. I want to show you a bit of the island before we go to your rooms." The couple checked their suitcases with a delivery service that would take them to their suite. They followed Rita as she walked briskly across a sunny plaza.
"That's the research and development center," Rita said, pointing to a beautiful modernist building. "I'm told you'll work there, Eve. What is your field?"
"Molecular biology," she said. "I currently work developing biologics for gerontological patients. I'm not sure what you want me to do here at Trusk."
"I'm afraid I can't help you," Rita said. "I know that Dr. Trusk is developing the most advanced drugs in the world, but I don't have the background to understand the specifics. Phillip, I'm told that you work in the field of education. Is that right?"
"Correct. I'm currently the principal of a private elementary school," Phillip said.
"The school building is on the other end of the island," Rita said. "You'll need to ride the shuttle to get to the campus. There's a small but growing enrollment. We need more educators, especially in the primary grades."
The tour covered most of the major structures on the island, including retail areas, recreational facilities, parks, and other essential elements required for life on an island. "There's a lot more, but I don't want to wear you out on your first day," Rita said. "It's hot, and I'm sure you're ready for some refreshments. I think it's time for me to show you where you'll be staying."
They walked to what looked like a luxury hotel, then rode an elevator to the 16th floor. "Here are your pass keys," Rita said, handing Phillip and Eve plastic cards that unlocked their suite.
The living space was intended to impress the couple, and it succeeded. "My God! This is for us!?" Eve asked.
"This is our standard corporate housing," Rita said. "If you accept offers of employment, this is where you'll live."
Eve and Phillip could barely believe what they saw. The entry led to a two-story atrium that opened to a sprawling living space. The entire unit covered more than 2,000 square feet. There was a large, fully-equipped gourmet kitchen adjacent to an open concept dining/family room with a massive fireplace and a wall-sized entertainment unit. The flatscreen was big enough for a sports bar.
There were two large bedrooms, a home office, three bathrooms, a workout room, and all the rest of the spaces required of a modern luxury home. It had designer furnishings and artwork selected by professional decorators; Eve thought it looked like a place you'd see featured in
Architectural Digest.
"After all that trekking around in the hot sun, you must be parched," Rita said. "What can I get you to drink? Water? Cola? Some other beverage? The bar is fully stocked."
"I'll take a water," Eve replied.
"I'll take the same," Phillip said.
Rita got two glasses, added some ice, then filled them with water. But then she added a few drops of a tasteless clear liquid to Eve's drink. "Here you are," Rita said, passing the glass to Eve. Rita added a different liquid to Phillip's glass, and she noted happily that he took a big drink.
Rita was responsible for staying long enough to verify that Phillip and Eve finished their water. That was the reason she led them on a long, vigorous walk in the hot sun, making them thirsty. As she watched, the married couple gulped down their drinks and the drugs they contained.
The compound in Eve's water was intended to increase her sex drive, boost her fertility, and make her feel attracted to one specific man - Dr. Leon Trusk. When she got close enough to detect his pheromones, she would experience a heightened sense of arousal that would be impossible to resist.
The compound in Phillip's drink had a different effect. It reduced his sex drive, interfered with his ability to get an erection, and made him docile and compliant. It turned Phillip into a beta male who needed an alpha to provide guidance and leadership.
Secretly giving these drugs to unsuspecting victims was illegal on the mainland. But the reason Dr. Trusk built the Isle of Circe was so he possessed a domain where laws did not apply. Dr. Trusk was a monarch with absolute authority over an independent kingdom. In practice, he had the power to operate in complete secrecy, preventing nosy outsiders from discovering any of his unorthodox and unethical practices.