Paradise Isle, Slave Trade Pt. 03

"There are some sexual games he enjoys that I don't. You'll see."

Michelle wanted to ask for details, but it didn't seem like the right time. And she figured she'd already learned a lot, for one session.

Anna didn't say anything further, she simply closed her eyes and drifted off. Her confession, if that was what it was, complete.

Michelle laid there, analyzing what she'd just heard, and wondering what 'games' were in store for her.

Eventually, though the warmth got to her too, and she fell asleep, like her mistress had.

Helmut returned an hour later, and after he'd showered and caught up on the TV news, they went out for dinner.

Apparently, he was too tired from his own day in the sun to want sex that afternoon or evening, so Michelle was returned to the yacht early, and she spent the rest of the evening in her room, relaxing, thinking and then sleeping.

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In the morning, Tomas again delivered Michelle to her owner's suite, and the three of them went out for breakfast. It was another beautiful day, and as always, they had a pleasant time.

Afterwards they returned to the room, where Helmut watched news on the room's television and Anna and Michelle relaxed on the patio.

A couple of hours later, Helmut came outside, and stood over them for a few minutes, just admiring the sight. "Let's go swimming. Michelle, can you swim?"

"Yes, Master. Some."

"Good."

"My Helmut is a very good swimmer. When I met him at the university, he was the captain of the men's swim team." Anna told her.

They walked out the patio door, and after only a few steps they were at the water's edge. The pool was huge and the centerpiece of the resort's extensive courtyard. It included a dozen restaurants, bars and lounging areas, both around the periphery and on small islands built into the pool, all connected by walkways and bridges.

Anna lowered herself in, while Helmut stepped in, easily, pulling Michelle in after him, by her leash.

"Helmut, she can't swim with that leash on. How can you swim while holding it, either? And she'll never be able to keep up with you." Anna scolded.

He harumphed, and reached over to unhook her leash. Then he jumbled it up and threw it back onto their patio, where it landed with the clatter of chain on stone.

Nodding at the two women, he turned and began swimming strongly out into the open water.

Anna and Michelle swam at more comfortable pace, following along behind.

Helmut actually swam out quite a way, and then turned and raced back. Michelle could see that he was very good - a shark in the water. It was impressive.

When he'd arrived back next to the two girls, an honest-to-God mermaid glided up to them. Michelle was surprised, and intrigued. The girl reminded her of Ariel from the animated movie. And she couldn't help but giggle when she introduced herself.

"Hi, I'm Ariel, the resort's resident mermaid."

Herman eyed her speculatively, while Anna laughed. "Well, that's interesting. How ever did the resort capture you and deposit you in their pool?"

Ariel laughed. "Oh, I volunteered, it was actually a dream of mine."

She then spent the next few minutes explaining her life at the resort. How she'd always fantasized about being a mermaid, how she'd signed up for the Mermaid Package, and how she'd loved it so much she had signed on to live the life.

"Fascinating, but what do you do?" Helmut asked.

"Well, I play with the guests, teach swimming, and I race with those who dare take me on."

"Oh really? I'd be happy to race, and beat you," he replied confidently.

"He is awfully fast." Anna spoke up, proudly.

Ariel chuckled. "I'm sure he is, but he's not an aquatic creature." And she spun in place to make sure they could see her tail, down below in the clear water.

"So where do we race, and how far?" Helmut asked, anxious for the competition.

"Well, there's a straight section of the pool, around the bend down there. It's 60 meters long. That's where I usually race."

"Fine," he said as he began swimming, smoothly and confidently in that direction.

The others followed, Ariel off to one side, also swam easily, her tail swishing through the water prettily, behind her. Michell thought that she really did look like a real mermaid as she moved along.

When they moved around the bend, the pool did straighten out, and for the last 30 meters it bordered the biggest sports bar in the complex. Anna noticed, and realized that there were quite a few people there, drinking and enjoying the sights. They'd make an interesting audience for the competition. She wondered if this was a set-up, to entertain the guests. The idea made her nervous. Her husband enjoyed competition, but hated to lose, especially in front of a crowd.

The two competitors lined up in the water, and eyed each other.

"On the count of three?" Ariel asked.

"Yes," he replied.

When she hit three, Helmut took off, swimming hard, and looking fast and graceful. Michelle was really impressed. The guy could swim!

But as she watched, Ariel, using her tail and her arms, slowly began to take the lead. She clearly knew how to use her false, but very realistic tail to move powerfully through the water.

As Anna had expected, the people at the bar, caught site of the two racing swimmers, and began to cheer. All of them for the beautiful mermaid.

It didn't take them long to reach the designated finish line, and when they did, Ariel was a full body-length ahead. The crowd cheered, and the mermaid waved at them, appreciatively.

Helmut, breathing heavily, floated nearby, not looking happy.

When Anna and Michelle joined him, so did Ariel.

"Nice swim. You are fast," she said. Then she turned to the two women, and winked. "Enjoy your stay," she told them before turning and swimming away, as gracefully as ever.

Anna glided over to her husband.

"Don't sulk." Anna told him with a giggle. "You can't beat a woman who's half fish." She reached over to rub his shoulder, consolingly.

Michelle could tell he was upset. Clearly her Master was used to winning.

"Let's go get lunch at that restaurant over there." He grumbled, while indicating a place away from the bar and its witnesses.

"That sounds good," Anna replied, as she began swimming that way.

When they arrived, they discovered that the place didn't include any swim-up seating. They'd have to get out of the water and sit at a table.

Helmut climbed out, easily, and turned to help his wife. Once she was out, he reached out for his slave girl.

"Oh wait," Anna said stopping him. "She can't come up here without a leash."

They looked around and found a handy stack of towels, but no spare leashes.

"Sheisse!" Helmut cursed. "Michelle, go back to the suite and retrieve your leash."

Michelle saw Anna scowl, like she didn't like Helmut's tone, or the idea of making her swim all the way back to retrieve the thing, but she didn't say anything. They didn't really have a choice.

Michelle then looked up at her Mater who still looked angry from losing the silly race. So, she gave him a "yes, Master," and headed back.

When she finally arrived at the shore outside their room, she realized that she'd have to break the rule by getting out and running up to the patio to fetch the frigging lash, but she had no choice. She made sure that no one was around to catch her, and then hopped out and ran up the half-dozen steps to the patio. There she hooked her leash to her collar, and then rushed back to dive back into the water.

She had no idea what might happen to her if she was caught in violation of the resort's slave girl rules, but she didn't want to find out.

With the leash dragging at her neck, she swam back to the restaurant.

Arriving there, she saw Anna wave and then tell Helmut, he sat for a moment, sipping at his beer. As she watched, Anna again said something to him and pointed in her direction. Helmut barked something in return, but did finally push back from the table and stomp over towards her.

Michelle could tell that he was still angry. Perhaps because of the interruption, or more likely from losing the race with Ariel.

Arriving at the pool's edge, rather than reach down to pull her out, he sat down on the coping, with his feet in the water. Then he motioned her to come over in front of him.

She floated over. The water there was only a few feet deep, so she wound up on her knees, looking up at him. She wondered if he wanted a blow job, right then and there, but he still looked angry; not in the mood for sex.

"Did you get your leash?"

"Yes, Master," she said as she held up the loose end for him to grab.

"Michelle, you've broken the rules of a slave." He said coldly.

"Master?"

He reached out and snatched the leash's grip out of her hand. "You walked around without a leash, or an escort, and you just handled your leash."

"But..."

"No excuses! You need to be punished."

Michelle was confused and frightened. Was he serious? He was the one who sent her to retrieve the leash. How could she have followed his order, without touching the thing?

And what kind of punishment did he have in mind?

"I'm sorry Master. It won't happen again," she said, trying to placate him.

She still wasn't certain that this wasn't some sort of game. That he was pretending to be an irate slave owner.

"Stand up." He ordered.

She stood up in front of him, still half in the water.

"Now bend over, and lay in my lap. I'm sure you know the position. You deserve a spanking." As he said it, he pulled on her leash to position her and force her to bend.

Is this really happing? She thought. He's going to spank my bare ass, here, in the open, in front of everyone.

She glanced over toward Anna, and saw her watching. She seemed a little confused herself. But Michelle knew that she wouldn't be able to help.

Her Master, gave another pull on the leash, to get her moving.

With no other choice she reluctantly folded over and did her best to lay on his lap. Her head wound up just above the water, and she was able to brace herself with one hand on the coping, next to his hip.

He pushed her on the small of her back to force her to lay completely down on top of his thighs.

God! this was embarrassing. She tried to think of some way out of this mess, but there was nothing a slave girl could do. He was strong and her owner.

She felt him rest one hand on her back between her shoulder blades, and she knew what was coming.

"I think two for being out in public without an escort, two for being without a leash, and two for handling your leash will be sufficient. Don't you agree?"

Is he kidding?

"Yes, Master." She squeaked, frightened and upset.

"Good."

Smack!

Damn! it hurt! And it made her squeal.

"Hush! You're only making more of a scene."

Damn! he was probably right. She could imagine people watching the performance. God, how embarrassing!

She wanted to reach back and rub her sore ass cheek, and prevent any further abuse, but she knew that couldn't happen.

He hit her a second time, but on the other cheek, and it stung just as much as the first time, but she was able to keep quiet.

For the third spank, he returned to the first side, and it hurt even worse. The same with the fourth.

He paused for a moment. "Only two more to go. I hope you don't make a habit of this; my hand is starting to hurt. Next time I'll have to use a paddle."

Oh, hell no! she told herself.

Her master delivered the last two swats in rapid succession, and they stung even more than the previous hits.

"Alright, finished. Now stand up and come on out of the pool."

Michelle stood up, off his lap, with some help from him, and wiping her eyes she joined him up on the bank. She was feeling miserable, totally humiliated. And her ass hurt!

"Don't you dare touch your behind. It would be undignified." He ordered as he led her across to join Anna at their table.

As they approached, Michelle could see Anna, and she didn't look happy. "Helmut, what was that all about?" she asked, clearly upset.

"Hush. She needed to learn."

"Learn what, exactly?"

"To follow the rules." Then he turned to Michelle, and pointed at an empty chair. "Sit."

Michelle knew it would hurt. Her ass was still burning, but again she knew she had no choice. "Yes, Master."

She did take her time, though. Slowly settling her weight onto the hard chair. She couldn't help but moan quietly as the pain hit her. Thankfully, her master ignored her.

There was little conversation while they sat there, eating and drinking. Helmut was sulking, Michelle was sore and feeling abused, and Anna didn't want to intrude on either of them.

Finally finished, they left the restaurant, still an unhappy little group.

Michelle wondered if her ass was red and bruised from the spanking. And if people could see.

"Why don't you two go back to the room. I'm going to go hit a bucket of balls, or perhaps even get in nine holes on the course."

"Good idea. You can work off your anger and come back in a better mood." Anna said, leaning in and giving him a quick kiss.

He grumbled something unintelligible and headed off in the direction of the pro shop.

As the two women walked back to the suite, Anna talked to her. "I apologize for my husband. He doesn't like to lose, and he hates to lose to a woman, especially in front of an audience. You'll learn that about him."

"I already have." Michelle answered, with a little laugh.

Anna chuckled. "Yes, I saw. He took it out on you. But I'm sure things like that won't happen often. He didn't buy you to be his whipping-boy, or girl."

Michelle didn't reply. What could she say? She was a slave girl, and protesting wouldn't do. She just hoped that Anna was right.

"By the way, tomorrow you'll have a day off. You can relax and recover, on the Yacht. Helmut and I have signed up for a day of snorkeling the reefs, and there's no sense in you just hanging around here, alone. Okay?"

"Yes, Miss."

"The crew will take care of you. You can eat with them."

"That should be fine. Thank you."

The two of them spent the afternoon just relaxing in the suite. Much of that time they just talked, learning more about each other, and how they felt about the world.

Many hours later, just in time for dinner, Helmut returned clearly feeling better. He reported having an enjoyable time playing with a pick-up foursome on the resort's excellent course.

They had a simple diner at a casual eatery nearby the suite, and then took a pleasant stroll along the boardwalk to watch the sunset.

As they were walking along, enjoying the sights, Michelle thought she saw Kevin seated in a bar, they passed. She would have run over to say hello, but leashed slave girls, weren't free to do what they wanted.

They returned to the room just in time to meet Santiago, who took Michelle back to the boat and her cabin.

Alone in her room, the first thing she did was use a hand mirror to examine her abused ass. It was still a little sore to the touch. She saw that there was only a little redness where she'd been spanked, hardly noticeable. That was good.

After a relaxing shower she crawled into bed and crashed. It had been a long and eventful day. And tomorrow would be an easy one. She was looking forward to that.

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Michelle woke up early and, just laid in bed, luxuriating in doing nothing. Eventually though she decided to finally figure out the big television mounted opposite the bed.

She was pleased to see that it doubled as a computer monitor. There was a PC, wireless keyboard and mouse, along with the standard TV remote, in the cabinet beneath the big screen. And she discovered that the Yacht had a satellite hook-up to the Internet!

She'd heard that the island forbade such things in order to ensure guest privacy, but apparently that didn't apply to multi-million-dollar yachts in the harbor. Cool!

She was just getting started, surfing the net, when there was a soft knock on the door. Opening it she met a pretty girl in the standard crew uniform, white top and shorts.

"Hello," the girl said, smiling, while her eyes darted up and down Michell's body. "I'm Valeria, I handle the housekeeping and Vega, our cook, is my mother. Would you like to join us for breakfast?"

Michelle smiled. "Yes, that would be wonderful, I am hungry."

She was impressed by Valeria's English. It was accented, but she spoke well.

As they walked down the hallway and then down to the galley area. Michelle complimented her on it.

"Thank you. I learned it in school."

"They taught you well." Michelle said. Valeria appeared to be several years younger than she was, but Michelle hoped they could be friends. It would be nice to have someone close to her own age who she could talk to.

She followed down to the lower deck, where the crew lived, and into the galley, which included a small table for quick staff meals.

Apparently, the men had already eaten, so it was just the three women, alone in the space.

Inside her kitchen, Vega welcomed her in accented but understandable English, and invited her to sit at the table, and share the meal with two of them, mother and daughter.

They wound up having a pleasant meal, asking and answering questions about each other and the yacht. Michelle learned a lot about the two friendly women, and quite a bit about the everyday routine on the boat.

Michelle came away pleased and happy. She had many more questions, but they ran out of time. She was also pleased that neither of the women, had commented on her nudity, her body or her status. Those were embarrassing questions she didn't want to deal with. Not with the people she'd hopefully be spending quality time with.

As Valeria, was escorting her back to her cabin, Michelle thanked her for taking such good care of her, and asked, "can you teach me German, and Portuguese, too?"

Valeria smiled, "of course, I'd be happy to."

"Great."

Michelle spent pretty much the entire day alone in her room, relaxing and toying with the computer, catching up with all the topics she'd missed out on during the past month of isolation and change.

For lunch, she joined the entire crew in their below-deck common room, which served the crew as both a lounge and a dining room. It was a comfortable space, but not decorated to the same level of the upper-decks, where the owners and their guests lived when they were aboard.

While they all ate and talked, Michelle ignored the stares from the men. She knew that they couldn't help ogling her. She hoped they'd come to accept her, and not give her any trouble. She evaluated the Captain as a gentleman, and therefore safe. The two mates actually seemed intimidated by her.

The engineer, Skeeter, was an old and grizzled Scotsman, and spoke English with a heavy accent. He seemed like a funny, old grandfather, and was considerate and entertaining. But she still caught him staring.

It was during the meal, that she became embarrassed by her nudity. All of the others were all dressed in their white uniforms, except for Skeeter who apparently could get away with dingy grey coveralls, as he spent all of his time in the engine room. She, of course was naked, as befitting a sex slave.

It hadn't bothered her at the resort as most everyone there was semi-nude, or fully so. There she had, more or less, fit right in. But on the boat, she was feeling self-conscious with her lack of clothing.

It struck her that it would always be that way, from now on, and for the next three long years. She hadn't considered that awkward aspect of her slavery. It was silly, but she'd somehow only expected to be naked with her owners.

Damn!

Later at dinner, her second meal with the crew, it was a little easier for her, and she concentrated on trying to learn the two new languages. It became a game involving all of them. Each trying to teach her words describing the food and the things around her.