Over two hours later, the effects of the 10% strips had worn off both Becca and I. Neither of us had called out for the men in the room to fuck us. We wanted to, but we remained in control as our bodies persisted to be highly stimulated and aroused for the entire two hours plus. They documented the state our bodies remained in, relaying to us how hard our nipples and clitorises stayed. They also found it amazing how much vaginal secretion we supplied, never seeming to run dry, with copious amounts of juices dripping from between our legs during the effects.
Once the compound wore off, I was extremely thirsty and the soreness of my ass and sex returned. They unstrapped us and returned us to the room they held us in. As I was leaving I noticed more melt-away strips still unused on the counter. I was sure the potency increased with each and this was why I had overdosed the last time. I knew that just one of those strips would take me over the limit and I wouldn't have any control over myself. I had a feeling Berret and the others were planning on marketing those doses as well. I could just imagine what men would pay to have a drug they could put in a woman's drink that would make her lose all control and fuck a man with unadulterated abandon. Talk about a new meaning to date rape drugs. There was nothing I or Becca could do about any of it.
Berret actually thanked us for participating as he locked us in our little room. As the door closed I called out after him, "Hey! Now what happens to us?"
He didn't bother to reply. I looked at Becca and both of us were worried we had lost our usefulness and would probably be killed soon.
"We need to find a way off this island," Becca said.
"How? We can't even get out of this room," I replied, sitting heavily on the bottom bunk of our beds.
"They still don't know the source. Maybe they will keep us prisoner until then. You know, make us test more water with bugs and plants in it," Becca said.
"Or maybe they will kill us and just harvest the compound from the water. The amount of money they are going to make will make staying here worth it to them. Can you imagine what's going to happen when this hits the regular market let alone the black market? Think about what a man could use this for? Any woman in the world would become a willing participant in the most lascivious acts and like it," I explained.
"That is until the compound wears off, then she'd remember everything and clam rape. No, there will be laws against it for sure. I don't think they will sell much of the strips over 10%. It would totally be illegal."
"Oh, like that will stop those who already deal in the sex trade. Shit, Becca, can you imagine what those people that deal in prostitution and underage girls will do with this shit? This is really bad and we helped them find the perfect legal amount."
"And there is nothing we can do. I have a question for you, Brianna," Becca said. "If we do get out of here and back home, when this does hit the market, will you buy it?" she asked.
I looked up at her after she finished her question. I shook my head and said, "You know we both will. Shit, we will be the first two in the fucking line!" I screamed.
"Exactly, we're addicted. And every woman who ends up letting that first strip melt on their tongue will be as well," Becca said.
This hit me like a lightning bolt. I looked at her and said, "You know what? That might actually save our lives."
**
The next morning, Berret sent two guards to escort us the showers and then the cafeteria so we could eat. My body wasn't as sore after the good night's sleep. The only thing that still sort of hurt was my little bum hole but it wasn't that bad. After we ate we were taken to Berret's office and waited in the chairs until he arrived.
"Hello, ladies... it's nice to see you again," he said, entering his office. "You're probably wondering what we are going to do with you now that we've found our desired potency. As I see it, we have two choices," he continued as he walked around to the chair behind his desk. "One, we kill you and feed you to the sharks or two, we let you go with conditions."
"We like option two?" Becca said quickly.
"I'm sure you do," he said, sitting down. "So do you want to discuss the conditions then?" he asked.
"Yes," I said. My hair was still wet from the shower as was Becca's
"We know you came here for more of the water. Probably not thinking about how to keep a life time supply and return home with it. No, I don't think your plans extended past finding the water source at all. Am I right?" he asked.
"Pretty much," Becca said. "We just wanted to find the water again and that was all," I added.
"Exactly, and I think you will do pretty much anything to have a continuous supply of it, wouldn't you?" he asked.
"Yes, we have more or less become dependent on the compound, especially since we returned," Becca said.
"Excellent. They you'll find the conditions easy to accept. Number one: You are to tell no one you returned to this island or that you've had access to the water again. Two: I and all of this don't exist and you will not mention anything you've witnessed here. In exchange you will be given your freedom and to make sure you will stay compliant... you will both receive the compound in the mail to your homes. I believe the 10% dose is what you both will want. If you say a word about this island and what happened to you here, you will be cut off immediately and I mean cut off. You won't even be able to buy the product ever again."
