Sanctuaire Ch. 01

All characters in this story are 18 or older, and the author does not in any way condone non-consensual sex. This story is fiction and contains: rough anal, pain, humiliation and degradation, oral and nonconsent/reluctance; if you don't like these themes, please do not read or rate it. This work is purely fantasy, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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The warm, white sand sifted between my toes, supplementing with physical sensation the visual beauty surrounding me, both in flesh and landscape. The high-walled resort was built right on the beach and extended further up into the hillside encompassing a huge area of jungle. If it wasn't built so opulently, one could mistake it for a secret military compound trying to hide something in the thick of the jungle. The only thing it was hiding though, was a luxurious and sexually liberated lifestyle for exclusive members of the Sanctuaire resort. Or so I was informed as I was led through the resort by a large and attractive man wearing next to nothing. His skin shone bronze from spending excess time in the sun out here, and his boxer briefs left little to the imagination as he walked me through lush gardens, pools and cottages.

You can't be embarrassed about that kind of shit here, I admonished myself as I caught myself again and again gazing at his semi-hard cock printing through his briefs. My guide, Robert, clearly had a huge cock, and I could see a precum spot near his tip. I knew my face and body had been flushed from the start of the tour, but knowing this veritable Apollo was attracted to me had me intoxicated. I was 5' 7" and weighed less than 50 kilos wet, my slim athletic figure turning heads in all but the chest department. I kept my legs and ass tight with my workout regime, and I can't remember the last time I had a belly. My recently bleached hair shone in the harsh sun, contrasting my skin which was pale compared to the resort's residents. Occasionally throughout the tour, Robert would guide me to the next location by placing a hand on my lower back, eliciting an involuntary flutter in my groin. I had initially been horrified that he would notice my lustful state, but a quick reminder about where I was put me at ease.

I'd heard of Sanctuaire at one of the sex clubs I visited on a whim, and quickly secured a flight to international waters not far from New Zealand to continue my sexual awakening. After my high school boyfriend of six years had cheated on me my sex life had been a blur; sucking off random guys in nightclubs to fucking guys I thought were cute in high school to eventually visiting sex clubs. After experiencing my first BDSM session there, I came to the realization that my lust was insatiable and in a moment of clarity I boarded my flight. The long overseas flight tested my resolve, and by the time I landed I was determined to re-emerge from this tropical island a beautiful butterfly free from its prudish cocoon.

Stepping off the plane into the welcoming sun, I had excitedly drunk in the vista surrounding the small airport. It was nothing more than a landing strip cut into the dense jungle, but it did the trick. My connecting flight had been smooth and uneventful from New Zealand to this remote tropical island. Carnal stares followed me as I stepped off the airplane, my white double-slit dress leaving little to the imagination as I strode across the tarmac to the tiny terminal. I had changed from the comfortable yoga pants I wore on the overseas flight to something significantly sexier; no bra, only a tiny white g-string underneath the 'tropical' dress. I was heading straight to the resort, and I wanted my first impression there to be enticing. My objective was accomplished as I turned heads of both men and women on my tour, though it might have been because I was overdressed.

As we reached the top of the stairs, my senses were set upon by the sight and sounds of a poolside orgy. Draped over patio furniture, in the pool, on the tile, women and men were fucking like crazy. I counted six men and women in various states of intercourse, the men naked and the women similar. Two women wearing fishnet stockings and heels were kneeling on the stone on all fours as two men sodomized them from behind. I could see their rears were red from spanking and one of them was moaning loudly through a hand clamped over her mouth. The other had her head laying on the stone, her mouth open as she stared off into space through the ongoing assfucking. What really caught my eye, though, was the size of the cocks in their asses. Each cock was as large as my guide's, if not larger in their turgid state, veins bulging grotesquely as they plunged into their victims.

A short, pudgy man stood close by, his hands resting on two blonde heads that were servicing his cock. They were kneeling on cushions at his feet, one naked, the other wearing a microkini. The one without clothes had her lips wrapped around the man's cock while the other attempted to suck on his balls from below. In the pool, a large breasted woman bounced up and down in the arms of another man, her shrieks and moans piercing the air as she bathed in ecstasy. Another muscular man waded into their area and proceeded to shove his cock in her backside, eliciting a sharp squeal before continuing to bounce up and down in their arms.

I couldn't help but notice how wet the scene was making me, watching another guy plunge his cock deep into the throat of a girl laying on a lounge chair. I stepped back to regain my senses just as another beautifully tanned girl with a gold choker arrived, wearing nothing but heels, a white g-string and matching stockings.

"Oh, Robert!" she chuckled and immediately dropped to her knees in front of Robert. I hadn't noticed his cock had been growing just like my lust, threatening to break out of the thin material at any moment. The gorgeous brunette deftly fished out his cock and began licking the head loudly, forcing me to believe the act was routine. Robert groaned and braced himself against a low wall, his beautiful erect cock glancing in and out of the girl's mouth.

"Sorry," he apologized sheepishly as our tour was put on hold, "Give me a few minutes?"

"Um, no problem," I stammered out, my mind returning to the orgy. The nearby sodomy was picking up speed, the girls bracing against the stone tiles as their assholes were pounded without mercy. I squirmed uncomfortably in my currently sopping thong; the memory of my own sparse anal attempts not pleasant ones. My ex had convinced me to try it a few times, but each time hadn't been great, either the pain or the fear of the mess steering me away from it. One of the guys pulled out and the girl immediately reached back to spread her asscheeks; in that moment I saw inside her, past the gaping pink ring that was her sphincter. My crotch flared up in a perverse flicker as I drank in her gape—her submission, her constraint, kneeling beneath the swinging meat club.

Forcing my gaze away I stepped past the trio in the pool, the woman's screams still rising above the other groans and cries. I could see fresh claw marks in the guy's tanned back he flexed himself deep inside the woman he was holding. I'd seen a lot of sex at the clubs I'd visited, and definitely had my own fair share of cock, but this was too much. I felt myself getting light-headed so I stumbled up the pathway towards the overlooking resort house.

Stepping onto the balcony above the pool, I glanced back at Robert and saw him thrusting deep into the slut's face, one fist wrapped tightly in her dark ponytail, another on her throat. Her hands were clasped together behind her back as she was forced forward into an awkward position halfway between kneeling and doggystyle, relying only on Robert's grip to maintain balance. I could see Robert's own face sweating as he facefucked her, trying to force his cock all the way down her throat in one smooth motion. To her credit, the girl was managing well considering his size and position, makeup streaming down her face but not putting up a fight. I couldn't help but be slightly envious of the brunette's task, but also her self-control.

I turned away from the orgy below and stepped into the open foyer of the luxury beach house. There was evidence of Japanese influence in the open floorplan, wooden floors and minimalist design. As I walked quietly through the house, I heard heels clip-clopping towards me and panicked. I didn't really understand how things worked here with regards to property and privacy; should I even be here without Robert? I froze as a petite girl with fake breasts came striding around the corner. She wore black stockings and stilettos and I could see cum hanging from her blonde hair. She paused for a second when she saw me, and then continued walking right past me, avoiding any eye contact. I stood there mouth agape as her heels clopped away from me, the semen stains on her face and collar burned in my mind.

Well, what did you expect, you dumb cunt? What do think free use looks like? My brain scolded me back to the present as I sauntered deeper into the house, guided by the sound of moaning. Sliding open a rice paper door, I was confronted with another orgy.

A girl with the figure of a model was kneeling prostrate on a white carpeted floor, only adorned with peach stockings and a gold collar. One cheek lay on the carpet, and I could see cum covering the other as she grimaced through a frantic pounding administered by the older gentleman behind her. Even her fake eyelashes had traces of cum in them, and I could detect makeup stains that ran from her beautiful brown eyes. When she saw me out of the corner of her eye she raised her head in curiosity, but was forced back to the floor by a hand on her collar. Nearby her sitting on a couch was a charcoal-skinned man with a physique similar to Robert's, his huge hand gripping the skull of a petite asian. The poor girl had her lips locked around the base of his cock, and was slapping his thighs as he kept his cock imprisoned in her throat. A beautiful dragon tattoo that ran up her side rippled as her body convulsed around the cock. Her chest and stomach flexed and contorted, but a skinny white guy with a beanie had an iron grip on her waist as he sunk his own cock deep into her rear. When she was finally let up for air, what must have been 12 inches of dark meat sprang from her throat and she lay gasping for a moment while her sodomy continued.

But what froze me in place was the tiny blonde perched in the lap of another well-built man. She had white stockings and stilettos on, a white lace bodysuit that had been pulled off her breasts, and a white collar. The man's hands gripped her tiny ass which was impaled on his large cock, and she was pleading through her tears with him as he continued to rock her up and down. Her feet kept trying to find footing, but she clearly had little experience with stilettos and lay at the mercy of the man cradling her in his lap. Every time she would try to fall away from him, one of his hands would grip her by the collar and bring her back to an upright position so her full weight fell upon his meat spike.

"Please, please..." she kept whimpering in a broken accent while tears ran down her cheeks. I stood in shock as the man ignored her and continued to sodomize her mercilessly, all the while whispering in her ear. The subjugation of the women in the room began to ring a few alarms in my mind, slowing down the passion coursing through my body as I tried to reason with what I saw.

I started as my arm was grabbed, and I snapped back to reality as Robert pulled me from the doorway hastily.

"Sorry that took so long," he apologized while guiding me quickly outside, ignoring the disturbing scene I had just witnessed. I finally broke out of his grip and stopped to confront him on the steps of the house.

"Robert, what the fuck did I just see in there? That girl looked barely eighteen and was clearly there against her will!" I almost screamed at him.

"Hey, let's take a deep breath, ok?" he reassured me before explaining, "There is no shortage of kinks here at Sanctuaire."

The explanation hung in the air between us as I pondered the possibility. I guess reluctance kinks come in all shape and sizes, I reasoned. Hell, I even had a rape fantasy my Hitachi wand was well-acquainted with.

"Oh...ok," I finally stammered out, and without another word we continued on our tour of the facility. Leaving the sounds of the poolside orgies, we wound our way higher into the jungle, coming across some nice apartment complexes and meadows.

"These are where most of our newer inhabitants live," he gestured, "You would live here throughout your stay unless a client requested you."

A client? My brain wondered, but the thought quickly evaporated as we came upon a gorgeous waterfall that ran into a crystal blue pool. A bridge ran over the stream from the pool, and white sands surrounded around the pool upon which people were sunbathing. And of course, where there were people, there was fucking. A heavily tanned woman was getting railed doggystyle by a similarly tanned man on a large beach towel. Interestingly, though, she seemed to be deep in a book as she took the penetrations from behind. Her hips rocked back to meet each thrust and her sunglasses kept falling off her face, but still she turned pages. In the natural pool a few pairs of people were having sex, but there also appeared to be people swimming. I even noticed bathing suits here and there, though they were definitely on the skimpy side. Realizing that I had now seen a decent amount of the resort now, I was flabbergasted at the sheer beauty of the women here. A few women were "curvy", but the majority I had seen had physiques closer to models and athletes. The men though, ranged in extremely muscular to pudgy to downright obese. Like Robert, many men looked well groomed, tanned and classically attractive, but there were definitely a large population that didn't fit that mold. Turning away from the oasis, we ventured towards a series of terraced verandas built into a hillside with stores and restaurants intermixed with houses.

"So, is there a reason why no one's wearing any clothes?" I asked, mindful of my slit dress contrasting everything I'd come across so far. While drawing stares at the airport for wearing a provocative dress, I drew stares at the resort for the complete opposite reason. I may as well have been touring the resort in a nun's habit.

"Well, the tropical weather contributes a lot to the dress code," Robert stated after some hesitation, "Most women don't care for tan lines. And let's be realistic, we're at a resort heavily emphasized on sex."

He paused, looking me up and down thoughtfully while continuing, "The clothing here serves to tantalize, to entice—and to not get in the way. It's kind of a product of efficiency for people here. They're horny, they want to fuck or get fucked, and then be able to move on to whatever activity was planned."

The last part was stated matter-of-factly, as if this was common sense. Maybe for people who just suntan and fuck all day, I thought. Surely that changes your mindset over time. I felt my body temperature rising again as the fuck all day lifestyle sunk in.

"And the collars?" I blurted out, my brain fighting an uphill battle against the lust boiling in my body.

Robert paused for a second, looking around us as if searching for something. After a moment, he spied two girls who appeared in their early twenties sharing conversation over drinks at a patio table. Motioning for me to follow, he sauntered over to them. They were both beautiful, each in bikini tops that struggled to hold their large breasts and bottoms that barely concealed their mounds. As Robert approached, they greeted him cheerfully, one casually reaching to stroke his cock through his underwear.

Ugh, again? I grimaced, expecting to be bystander to another public blowjob of Robert's beautiful cock. Surprisingly, he stepped back from her and instead indicated for her to stand up. She stood up to face me in her stilettos and I shrunk from her slightly. She was beautiful: gorgeous green eyes, sun kissed hair, an intricate tribal tattoo embracing her large breasts along her rib cage. And around her neck was the gold and white collar that sparkled alongside her nose ring in the sun.

"Show her your tits," Robert said flatly to her and before I could protest a beautiful set of tanned breasts sprang free, the flimsy cloth discarded. I gaped bashfully at them, pink areolas with cute little nipples standing at attention.

"Real or fake?" Robert asked me, taking one breast in his hand and massaging. The girl moaned and stiffened, her ample chest thrusting out further towards me. As his hand graced a nipple and tweaked it gently, the girl whimpered and her heels shifted uncomfortably on the flagstones. They were at least C's, probably D's judging by the way they sagged under their own weight. In Robert's probing hands, they were malleable and I caught no sign of scars.

"Real," I said confidently, her breasts clearly not of unyielding silicone. She was of full figure to match, not like the slim bimbo I'd seen clopping through the villa.

Robert smiled devilishly as the girl shook her head, beaming.

"Victor Kenamura is a patron of the resort," he explained, "World-renowned plastic surgeon who specializes in breast augmentation."

"Fools the best of 'em!" the giggling girl bobbed up and down, her breasts bouncing mesmerizingly.

"Sarah here couldn't afford his services until she came to Sanctuaire," Robert said, reaching out and playfully pinching a nipple until she squealed, "Now look at how happy she is!"

One hand still groping Sarah's chest, his other hand grabbed her collared throat, his voice suddenly gravelly, "Look at this enhanced little slut. Whoring herself all the way across the ocean to be the quintessential sex slave."

He met my fearful gaze as he held her there between us, her heels scrabbling precariously as she fought for footing in his strong grip. Her face remained in a forced smile even through her labored breathing.

"Do you know why I know that about Sarah here?" he questioned me flatly, almost shaking her petite body in front of me to make a point.

Again, my mind began to raise warnings about the conduct here, but my body was already drowning in notions of lust. I glanced nervously at the other girl still sitting at the table, her bored expression bewildering me.

"Because Sarah didn't have travel thousands of miles to a remote island for a one-night stand or a loving boyfriend. She travelled all the way out here to get fucked repeatedly like an obedient fuck-toy. The desire for her holes to be used repeatedly outweighed everything else in her life," Robert stated firmly as he let her go and fished out his cock from his underwear.

Sarah immediately dropped to her knees and grabbed her heels, expectantly waiting with open mouth. Robert made a subtle motion, and her barely clad friend immediately followed suite, only pausing for a moment to place a seat cushion beneath her knees. My mind and body were overwhelmed with the situation, Sarah's breasts swaying beautifully on her chest as she submissively tried to please Robert. Am I the same as them? Did I literally fly thousands of miles to be used like a whore? He paused for a second though, one fist wrapped tightly in her blonde hair, his massive cock hanging by her cheek.

"What are you, Sarah?" he said teasingly as his cock glanced off her lips, nose and cheeks.

"I'm an obedient fuckslut, master," she said demurely right before her lips spread to take Robert's cock. He thrust roughly a few times into her mouth, forcing gagging sounds from her before removing his cock and turning to the other kneeling girl.