INTRODUCTION

 

Jarvis Milner was sitting on the chaise lounge on the veranda off of his bedroom suite sipping a Margarita that his slave Dolly had made for him. She was now kneeling beside him with his cock in her mouth, lovingly sucking on it. The last month had been hectic, he not only moved his entire life to this island, but also completed his wife's training, as well as Jin and Jun's. The Asian girls belonged to the builder of this island's luxurious compound, William Godfrey. Jarvis accepted them into his training program when he took possession of this island from William to establish his own private fiefdom.

William had built the main house and the ten smaller villas around it. All of the fringe dwellings were currently empty, but two had been prepared for soon to come permanent residents. Daniel Hardy was one of Jarvis' oldest friends, from back in their college days, and he was due to arrive in two days with his much younger trophy wife, Marissa. They would be coming with Dr. Wayne Palmer and his wife Stacy on the doctor's yacht, but they were also bringing Stacy's sister Brie, who just turned twenty-one. The men were coming because both knew that Jarvis could transform their entitled spouses and make them amenable to a new life style. One in complete servitude to their husbands.

Brie was an unexpected surprise, as the original intent was to simply bring their two wives, but another naive young trainee like Stacy's younger sister was too provocative to ignore. Stacy was a statuesque blonde who was nearly six feet tall weighing in at 140 pounds, all of it packaged in a 38D-24-36 body. Brie was only five foot four, and weighed just 105 pounds, but her body was as exquisitely well proportioned, much like her older sibling. Jarvis already decided that Brie would be his special project, even though the main thrust of his plan was to humble the two haughty wives his friends were bringing to him. Though the three new trainees were due to arrive tomorrow evening, William was due here tonight, with his own mystery guest.

Once Dolly completed her duty and sucked a bellyful of his spunk down her throat, Jarvis sent her off to perform her domestic duties and headed for the shower. As Jarvis entered his master bath he found the Mistress of his harem kneeling on the floor waiting for him. April was the inspiration, and more to the point, the creator of his expanding harem. Though she had been a researcher looking for a way to extract the truth from people wishing to hide it, she instead created a treatment that instilled both a deep need for submission and a hyper-active sex drive. Jarvis needed to tweak a flaw in it first, but now he had used it successfully on several subjects, April included. But, even though she strictly managed the harem, April was nothing but submissive to Jarvis. As she did every day now, April bathed and shaved Jarvis, which earned her a nice nipple induced orgasm for her efforts.

Though April created the main framework for training his slaves, Jarvis had a few tricks up his sleeve too. Thanks to his wife, who was now relegated to the lowest rungs of his harem's hierarchy, he had used a concoction of hers to amplify his slaves' sexuality even more. All of them now sported a set of enhanced nipples, both in size and sensitivity. By merely twisting April's permanently engorged tit tips, Jarvis was able to make her climax hard enough that it made her squirt like a fountain. That was another unexpected, but welcome benefit of April's treatment, making every woman who underwent it ejaculate whenever she climaxed.

Once he was done with April, Jarvis sent her to prepare William's Asian beauties for their Master's arrival, so he could see their progress before his new trainee was indoctrinated into her life as a slave girl. Just a couple of months ago this was just a dream, but as Jarvis descended from the upper level of the main house he never felt more satisfied. His life's work as a neurologist had been an exciting calling, but his new life as a full time slave Master and trainer was far more exciting and appealing. All his hard work was paying off handsomely, and he was just getting started.

 

Chapter 1: Two Guests Arrive

 

Fletch was having the time of his life, as one of the two male trainers on this Isle of Slaves he was also living a dream that was almost too hard to believe. But here he was, surrounded by a bevy of beautiful slave girls, all of them as voracious for pain as they were for sex, two things he enjoyed generously supplying to them. It was noon and he was in the large play space/dungeon below the main house with the two slaves that had been relegated to the role of the island's primary pain sluts. One was an older red headed slave named Liz, who was technically still married to Jarvis. The other, Rachel, was a twenty two year old brunette, that had once served Liz as her favorite slave.

Fletch was a mountain of a man, standing well over six feet tall and weighing nearly 300 pounds, making him intimidating simply because of his massive stature. His ebony skin and bald head added to his mystique, making him seem even more ominous compared to the pale slave girls that were not even half his size. When the slaves had met him for the first time his appearance made all of them nervous, and rightly so, because he was an unforgiving trainer who enjoyed making sexy girls squirm and scream. Though once the slaves were well into their training, they had also come to respect him and crave his equally monstrous male member.

Every other day he would trade off with Sir G, another ex-slave of Liz, who was now a devoted and sadistic trainer for Jarvis. Together they fed the pain hungry pair of slaves their daily dose of extreme discipline. Rachel was not originally intended to become a pain slut like Liz, but the older slave had become a little too fond of the harsher aspects of her new life. Since Rachel had always been her favorite pet and she had not done anything to deserve this more taxing role, Jarvis made her Liz's new partner in misery. That way Rachel's ex-Mistress could feel guilty about how she had to also pay as steep a price as Liz did.

At first Rachel accepted her fate, still holding on to her old devotion to Liz, but once they barred her sex shut like Liz's had been, she did experience a period of resentment. Rachel was just as sexually dependent as all the slaves, so when two large Ben-Wa balls were inserted in her vaginal canal with six small steel barbells linking her labia together to hold them inside her, it was a crushing blow to the insatiably horny girl. Once Rachel's honey hole was sealed shut, both women were relegated to oral or anal sex with their hot juicy sex boxes constantly occupied by the inanimate steel balls. The fact that the balls were hollow and held smaller spheres within them to rattle around with even the slightest movement was a constant reminder of their presence, and an erotically charged one at that.

But just as Liz had discovered, Rachel learned that an excessively fierce regimen of bondage and discipline could change a girl profoundly. After just a week of sharing the same brutal treatment as Liz, Rachel began to get as aroused by painful scenarios, as she did when her enhanced nipples or clitoris were directly manipulated. That was the other issue, with both Liz and Rachel having their clits enhanced the same way as their nipples were. Their love buds were now too big to hide under their clitoral hoods anymore, looking more like dark pink miniature cocks jutting out above their barred sex lips. The exaggerated sensitivity in their nipples and clits produced a constant throbbing sensation that never abated, but would easily amplify to outrageous levels from any form of stimulation.

That was what created their shared dilemma, as both Liz and Rachel found that bondage and pain were just as arousing as direct erotic stimulation to their enhanced sex organs. That problem was in full bloom given the current predicament that Fletch had put them in, with both slaves already so wet within their amply packed pussies that they were leaking down their thighs. Fletch had positioned them so that they shared the same experience, as it was the rule for their mutual daily punishment. This was not for any infraction on their part, it was just a regular ritual for a pair of pain hungry sluts like Liz and Rachel.

Fletch had started by creating tight rope bras that were squeezing and bloating their generous tits, making them look like four ripe red melons. Once the bras were tightly embracing Liz and Rachel's chests, he had them stand next to each other in front of a horizontal metal rail that pressed against their backs just above their buttocks. He proceeded to bind their arms with leather single sleeves that welded them together behind their backs. Attached at the ends of the sleeves were sturdy steel rings that were chained to the floor behind them so that, once their arms were pulled backward, they were forced to arch their backs. Rachel and Liz had to perch on their toes to keep their feet on the floor once Fletch had fully tightened the chains pulling their mated arms down toward it.

As stressful as that was, Fletch was far from finished. He proceeded to bind the two of them together at the ankles, roping the two closest to each other and then securing the rope to the floor between them to hold their legs in place. But it was what he did to their outer pair of their legs that made their experience truly shared. Ropes were pulled through a pair of pulleys mounted to the ceiling a few feet in front of them. One side of them were drawn down and slipped behind the bars of their caged pussies from top to bottom before being pulled back up and attached to the rail right between their rump cheeks. Just the friction they felt when he threaded the rope between the metal and their moist slits nearly made them climax, but they managed to fend off the arousal that would have certainly made things worse for them.

Fletch left the other ends of the ropes slack at first, but once both women were crotch roped, he grabbed Liz by her unbound leg and lifted it until her foot was stretched forward and waist high. He began wrapping the loose end of one of the ropes around her ankle until it became taut. When he released his grip on her leg Liz expected to feel the rope pull even tighter against her sex, but instead she heard Rachel moaning pitifully. It was only then that Liz realized her ankle was roped to Rachel's crotch, making Liz struggle even harder to keep her leg aloft. It was futile to do so, her strained position was taxing her in too many ways to keep her leg from tugging downward. In just a couple of minutes Liz learned what it felt like after Fletch did the same thing to Rachel. Then he left the slaves alone to torment each other.

As usual Liz said, "I am so sorry Rachel," her guilt still plaguing her even though Rachel had come to react exactly as she did to scenarios like this. Even though the rope was gouging the cleft of their sexes, the friction was quickly reduced once their leaking pussies soaked the biting cord.

As Rachel teetered on the edge of pain and pleasure she managed to give Liz her pat reply, "It is all right Mistress Lizzy, this slave is always ready to suffer with you." It was not a lie at this point, the tension of the rope cutting through her sex was getting her just as wet as Liz. Rachel hated calling her 'Mistress Lizzy,' but Master had ordered all the slaves that had once served her to call her that, just so they would always remind Liz of her descent into slavery.

Liz said nothing more, no matter how many times she said she was sorry, she was still plagued by an unceasing guilt. She could not even blame Jarvis for the especially devious way he got into her head, because it was her fault for actually enjoying such harsh discipline. Liz had yet to come to terms with how much she had changed since Jarvis began her training, hating how her body was reacting now that she was strictly bound and helpless. Liz knew that just by wiggling her hips a little she could easily climax, but without someone to tell her that she was allowed, she could not. It had been the biggest frustration she initially faced, but by this point she was actively trying to avoid climaxing. She just hoped Fletch would grant her permission before she reached the point where she could no longer resist and succumbed to her never ending sexual hunger.

After securing them side by side Fletch left them to, as he put it to Liz, 'enjoy some quality time with her partner in crime.' None of her trainers let Liz forget that she was the reason for Rachel's fate, even though she really was not. But that did not matter to Liz, hearing the way Rachel was struggling to both hold up her leg and to endure the rope cutting into her tender slit made her feel bad enough. Even though Liz had learned to bask in the restraint and become aroused by it, she could not shake the guilt that plagued her regarding Rachel's unmerited sharing of her misery.

Half an hour later both women were trembling from the strain and the building arousal that was a perpetual staple of their existence. That was when Fletch returned with Amy, and after attaching ten pound weights to each of their suspended ankles, he made sure they witnessed how thoroughly he used Amy. After a prolonged blow job, Fletch took a dip in Amy's cunt before finishing up by giving her a bowel full of his spunk. He had Amy squat over a bowl and expel it all before making her use it to coat both Liz and Rachel's faces with his sticky man juice. While it added to the bound slaves' humiliation, the musky aroma also fueled their twisted libidos.

They spent an hour like that after Fletch took Amy away, leaving both of them both stressed and drenched with perspiration. When he returned the next time Fletch was alone and fully focused on pushing them both over the edge and into a pain induced orgasm. Though they needed no reason to punish Liz and Rachel, by making them climax after their daily shared discipline session, it provided a reason to do it again the following day. To make it more entertaining, they were told that if they could learn to control their slutty tendencies, the daily sessions would end. That made them try to defy their relentless desire, even though all it did was extend the session until they ultimately failed.

More often than not Fletch would have dragged out the last part of the session, keeping them on edge until they were nearly mad with arousal, but not this day. In fact, this was just a warm up for a more intense event planned for William once he arrived. So Fletch just wrapped their engorged nipples with copper wire before shocking them into the usual set of convulsive orgasms, ones that were as painful as they were satisfying. Liz and Rachel burst into orgasm at the same time with both of their cunts gushing messily through their roped crotches as they did.

"You bitches sure are a messy pair!" Fletch taunted them while frying their nips and making them convulse in body shuddering orgasms. As he rang the duo dry Fletch was still amazed by the way all these sluts squirted when they came, a tell that made each one obvious to anyone watching them. No slave could pretend to have an orgasm or deny it when she did, it was another aspect of the utter lack of control any of them had at this point.

Once he drove them to near delirium, Fletch stopped and slowly released them, allowing them time to regain their senses. He made them lap up each other's spend off the floor afterward, and then he put them both into a pair of narrow standing cages. He left them on shaky legs and with time to remember another experience of their modified libidos' ability to rock their worlds. Fletch loved the way their eyes looked glazed and far away after such potent orgasmic journeys, and how every session seemed to make them even more submissive. He left them alone again, dazed, confused, and basking in the glow of their latest perverted sexual marathon.

 

***

 

Though the island had an inlet with a dock to accommodate large yachts like Dr. Palmer's, it also had a helipad about two hundred yards from the compound. It was there that Jarvis was waiting for William's return after he radioed his arrival time. Beside him Jarvis had brought William's Asian pets, Jin and Jun, who were eager to see their first Master again. With their initial training under Jarvis now complete, they had a newfound appreciation for William and their role in his life. Though they had been naive eighteen year old girls when William acquired them, now at nineteen they were nothing like they once were.

They came to William as submissives and remained so, but now that their sexuality had been fully unleashed, they were eager and insatiable sexual nymphs too. Standing on both sides of Jarvis as they waited, they displayed how totally transformed they were. The only body coverings they had were leather harnesses that merely enhanced their large breasts and freshly shaven sexes. The fishnet stockings and four inch stiletto heeled pumps made walking here on the sandy path challenging, but that was nothing compared to the trials they had faced over the last month with Jarvis and his trainers.

They stood passively beside their second Master, their loyalty to him now as strong as it was for their first. They kept their arms folded neatly at the base of their backs, making their enhanced tits stand proudly out from their otherwise petite bodies. But it was their nipples that truly stood out, with areolae over two inches wide and nubbins half an inch thick and almost twice as long as long. There were seven slaves living on the island now, and all of them sported astonishingly engorged tit tips by now, as all the new arrivals eventually would. The other five slaves also had their clits similarly enhanced, but Jarvis spared Jin and Jun that treatment until now, feeling it was something that William should be there to enjoy. They would be the opening act for tonight's event, receiving newly engorged love buds before Liz and Rachel were further modified for William's edification.