The Island Pt. 01

Her stomach turned and she felt as if she was going to vomit, and then the salty spray hit deep down inside her.

Most of it went so far down that she automatically swallowed - but some ran out of her mouth and down her chin.

The gag was removed with a few loud clicks - and she tried to spit out the semen in her mouth. Just making more wet, sticky lines on her chin.

She was half unconscious and did not sense much, as the strap from the strait jacket was fastened again under her and she was lifted up, carried back to her cell, and thrown on the mattress. The door closed behind her tormentors - and the light once more extinguished, leaving her in a merciful darkness.

Chapter Three - Present Day - Finding An Island

by o_girl © 2024

The Land Rover tumbled along the winding road. Shaking the driver and passenger from side to side and bumping them up and down.

"Aw! Look Bryn. Let's go back to our rented cottage. We have seen enough desolate and depressing places for today - besides I am hungry!"

A large pothole made them almost hit the ceiling of the car.

"Just one more, Sunny. There is supposed to be a coastal village on the other side of this mountain. We'll be there as soon as we are over the top."

As if Bryn was a soothsayer, the Rover crossed the top of the mountain and they had a view over the sea. It was obvious that this road was the only one. Winding down to the small village clinging to the shoreline below.

They had been "a couple" for quite a while.

Bryn was small but muscular. Had a 'page' hairdo and the hair was the same colour brown as her eyes. She also had slightly tanned skin. Her father had always claimed that "There had been too many gypsies in the family".

Being Scandinavian, she had always stuck out among the many blond and blue-eyed girls, and had been a perfect bullying victim in her early school days.

Until one day, she had had enough of it, and beat the daylight out of her tormentors.

Then she was left alone.

Sunny had an even darker and honey coloured skin. She knew that somewhere in her genes a South-American strain had been introduced. Her mother had come from San Salvador, but had been the usual "Colonial mix" developed by centuries of exploitation of the indigenous population by "The White Man".

This mix had resulted in a set of cute freckles on both of her cheeks. She had a small and square torso, a rather dominating, sharp nose and very black eyes.

She wore her hair short. Almost a crewcut. A few inches long and sticking straight up.

They had an ongoing argument about this as Bryn loved her thick hair, and would have preferred it long, but Sunny had insisted having a practical hairdo.

Her cupid's bow was very distinct, and the slightly upturned edges of her lips gave her a permanent happy look.

When she actually smiled, she revealed a set of charming teeth. The two teeth on each side of her front teeth had been pressed back - so the front teeth stood out, and so did the pointed corner teeth next to those.

Bryn thought her wonderfully charming and loved her very much.

Secretly she was thinking of getting Sunny a tighter corset than the one, she already had, which would give her square frame an even sexier look, but that was just a thought at the moment.

They both wore baggy, work pants with lots of slightly bulging pockets down each leg, and had solid Doc Martens trekking boots on their feet.

They were friends and a lot more than that.

The Rover tumbled and bumped down the road and Sunny said: "This is what the Americans call a "One Horse Town". I suppose we could call it a "One Road Town".

I don't think it has what we are looking for?"

"Well, we came this far so we might as well give it a quick look, and then drive back."

The road was paved the last kilometer to the town, and it ended in a small square with a water post in the middle. It looked in disrepair and the weeds growing through the pavement and up around the center post proved that no water had been anywhere near it for a long time.

Bryn stopped at the curb and shut the engine down. The place seemed deserted.

They looked round and noticed that most of the windows around the square had closed shutters.

It was definitely off-season and most of the houses were obviously only in use during the summer months. Everything seemed closed and bolted for the season. A typical dying village on the coast, like so many they had visited the last couple of days.

The square had a grey and depressing look in the evening sun. All the houses were built with local rock and the tiles were the same on all of them: Dirty, umbra-toned ones. The only variation was patches of green moss that seemed to spread over every surface of the houses.

Weeds grew in many of the gutters along the edges of the roofs.

"Even if they have a piece of land, a house, or a manor for sale here, I am not sure I would like to live here. Looks generally depressing."

"Oh! Come on Sunny. Live up to your name. Let's at least take a walk and see if they have an estate agent somewhere - and what they might have on offer?"

Sunny shrugged and got out of the car.

They walked down to the sea and looked out over the small harbour.

Again, a typical small harbour like all the ones they had seen along the coast: two stone piers forming a circling embrace of a small inner harbour with a few fishing boats and a couple of 'pleasure' sailing boats.

"Does not look like fishing is good or the tourist industry has reached this far!" Sunny giggled and pointed unspecific over the harbour.

"No! Not quite The Riviera. He he. But least they have a pub here!" Bryn pointed to a building not much different in its disrepair than the rest, but with a wooden sign, on which you could still read the name: "Lorelei". One had to have a lot of imagination to distinguish the naïve and faded painting of a half-naked female figure sitting on a pointed rock.

Underneath one could just make out: "Est. 1529".

Apart from the Inn, only a tackle shop, a "General Supplies" store and a (closed) fish shop was the only business life on the promenade.

"Look down there, Sunny!"

Bryn pointed down the road and at the far end there was a frayed sign saying "Estate Agent" swinging in the wind.

"Let's go take a look!"

Sunny shrugged again: "OK. But then I want to go somewhere warm and have a hot meal afterwards."

The estate agent had a window covered with small square ads of houses for sale.

Most were advertised as "An excellent holiday home".

They scanned the adverts.

"Nope. The same as all the other places. None big enough and none giving us the privacy we want. I told you so, Bryn."

"Look down here!" Bryn had gone down on her knees and pointed at a yellow and stained ad in the lower right-hand corner of the window.

It looked like it had been there for ages and was yellow-brownish and almost impossible to read. Bryn gave it a try:

"Have your own island! An exclusive one-time offer! Now, that sounds interesting!"

Sunny joined her and tried to read what it said. There was no picture and you could not distinguish the lower half on account of a misty cloud of condensation on the inside of the window.

"What do you think, Sunny, my dearest. Shall we go ask about it. an island seems to be the right thing. We could control who's coming and going and basically have the place to ourselves?"

"Hm! Okay. Let's go inquire!"

They rose and entered the shop, making the little bell above the door tingle.

It was a small room. Dominated by a large desk at the end and a door behind it.

It was decorated with plants and bad reproductions of sunny places that were definitely not this village hung on the walls.

A voice came from behind the door at the end: "One moment. Coming!"

A minute later a chubby, grey haired and middle-aged woman with a large, fat cat in her arms came through the back door.

"Hello. I'm Sally. Your friendly, local Real Estate agent. How may I help you?"

"Good afternoon. My partner and I are looking for a place to live, and we noticed your ad in the corner of the window about an island. Could you tell us more, please?"

A shadow past over the real estate agents face and her smile got a paste-on look.

"Oh! That island. I am sure I have more attractive properties for a nice couple like you?"

"Well. We're only interested in the island. Sounds like just what we are looking for."

The agent dropped the cat, and it slowly moved to a basket in the corner, walked around itself three times and settled into a furry ball. The agent turned to a filing cabinet and started rummaging about in a drawer.

"Now, where is it. Not every day I get inquiries on that property. Oh. Here it is!"

She turned and dumped her round body in a chair behind the desk. The chair protested by sending out several squeaking noises. The girls looked at each other with a slight smile and ignored it.

"Sit down, ladies, please! Here's the prospect: "Cape Athena". Have a look."

There was still no picture, but at least a description of size and topography. Apparently, it was desolate and overgrown, and had no houses or buildings on it.

"Can you tell us something about why it is for sale, and if there are any clauses or anything else we ought to know?"

"Eh, I know there's a lighthouse. In good weather and at night you can see it from here. It is off limits, and serviced once a month by boat if nothing exceptional happens. It is important as the water between here and the island is full of undersea reefs. It's not on the actual island but on a small cliff a bit out in the water from the coastline."

"OK. We could live with that, and what you are saying is that the island itself would be private to the buyer?"

"More than that, love. None wants to go there and no one has been there for ages."

"How's that then?" Sunny got a worried expression.

"Some claim it is haunted, some that it is too dangerous because of the many reefs. There are a lot of old tales and stories about it. Of course, all tall tales, but you know how people are."

"OK. we're not worried about ghosts. Who owns it and why is it for sale - and how long has it been for sale?"

The agent took a very deep breath.

"Well, it was owned by a rather eccentric old woman by the name of Elsa Mereungie. I don't know how she got it in the first place, but it was hers for ages and she rarely showed her face in the village or at the island.

She apparently disappeared one day, and then the heirs had to wait the compulsory 10 years for her to be declared dead in order to gain control of her assets and put the island on the market.

Of course, Elsa's disappearance added another tale to the story of the place."

Sunniva shivered on the mention of an inheritance dispute. Bryn grabbed her hand underneath the table, and Sunny squeezed it - hard!

Bryn gave her a reassuring smile and a wink with one eye, and her heart that had suddenly rocketed up in her throat, settled again.

The Estate agent took a deep breath and looked from one to the other.

Bryn rose: "OK. May we take the papers and discuss it? And do you know if we can get a room at the Inn down the road?"

Sally giggled: "I am sure you can get a room. This is off season, and they will be happy to have someone staying."

They got up, shook hands, and promised to return the next day with a decision. The cat opened one eye and looked, as the small bell tingled when they left.

Shortly after, they were seated in the Inn.

The interior did not display a lot of "Lorelei", as Sunny remarked in a whisper when they entered.

Dark as the frosted and toned windows only let in a minimum of daylight. Everything covered in tar from ages of smoking leaving a pungent smell hanging in the air.

Some old and dusty nets where draped against one wall, a trident and some fishing gear, glass floats, harpoons, a small, rusty anchor, a chain and bric-a-brac more or less related to the sea arranged in a disorderly jumble on the walls and ceiling.

The few elderly men sitting discretely in the corners drinking pints had shut up, when they entered, but the owner behind the bar had been friendly enough.

They quickly got a room upstairs with a view of the harbour, and a separate entrance from the street beside the main door.

They moved the Rover to the curb outside the Inn, and took their bags upstairs. Then went back to the main Inn. The local beer was nice and cold, and the landlord rustled up two nice, heated Shepherd Pie's for them.

Sunny had been a bit nervous at first, but had calmed down.

As they had experienced so many times before, when two women walked into a place wearing 'field attire', they had sensed the conversation stopping and eyes looking at them.

They would probably be material for a lot of gossip the next couple of days.

If nothing else then it must be rare to see strangers at this time of year here.

As they finished their pies, the landlord came over. Removing the plates and used cutlery.

His curiosity got the better of him: "Tell me, Ladies: What brings you to our little village at this time of year?"

Bryn looked up at him and smiled: "Well. We're land hunting and considering buying an island that's supposed to lie just off here!"

The slow conversation that had started up again between the different groups of old men suddenly stopped and the landlord froze.

"You don't mean "Cape Athena", do you?"

"Exactly. that's the one, and we are looking for someone to take us on an inspection tour tomorrow. Do you know anyone?"

There was a long pause.

Then a voice from the absolute darkest back corner of the room boomed out: "I'll take you two Lassies - at a price of course"

They turned but could hardly distinguish the figure in the semi-darkness.

The landlord turned the white out of his eyes at them, but as no one else volunteered, they trotted over and sat down at the old guy's table.

Sunny looked round. It was a real cave almost by itself. By the wall stood an old and worn sailor's chest, and the wall deco were old cutlasses, flintlock pistols and rifles.

Some of the rifles still had long pointed bayonet's attached.

"So, you two Lassies want to inspect our cursed island?"

He emitted a deep, coughing sound imitating a laugh from somewhere inside his barrel shaped body.

"Yes, we have talked to the Real Estate agent and got the papers. Now we need to give it a look. Can you help us?" Bryn gave him her best smile.

"Indeed, I can, but it will cost you, and I will not go ashore. Too many reefs all around it and no place to go ashore, but we can have a swing round tomorrow morning if you care for it?"

"Is there nowhere one can land then? None at all?"

"Well, there's a small, sandy beach just between the lighthouse and the island, but the place is so overgrown that you will have a hard time going inland from there - or anywhere else on the place for that matter."

Bryn and Sunny exchanged looks: "I think we would like that, what time tomorrow, Sir?"

Once more he emitted his coughing laugh: "My boat is the "Lily Rose" and it is easy to find. It has a red steering house at the back, and would ten tomorrow morning suit you two fine women?"

They agreed and gave him the amount, he asked for in cash without haggling.

It seemed reasonable as a payment for his time and the use of fuel.

As they rose, Sunny pointed to a woodcut sign on the wall behind Trawler: "What's that stand for? "Pirate's Corner"?"

"Well, that's a yarn I might tell you one day if you stay around long enough, but enough said for tonight."

Sensing the old salt having had enough conversation for now, and having no more business there, they took their leave and went to their room by way of the outside entrance.

The room was simple. A few reproductions of hunting scenes hung by a small table by the window, accompanied by two worn easy chairs. A very large and heavy framed bed dominated the room.

It did have its own bathroom though, with direct access from a door beside the bed.

They took to the two armchairs.

"Well Sunniva! You want to be the owner of an island?"

"Seems like an interesting idea. It gains on me as I think about it and if it has a history of ghosts or whatever it is that makes the people in the pub freeze when it is mentioned, it will be ideal for us. No unexpected visitors."

"No. definitely not. Let's have a look tomorrow and then decide if we want to proceed. Can't do much more tonight, except sit here and watch the lighthouse." Brynhild pointed out of the window, and in the last light of the setting sun the lighthouse to the west had started flashing.

"Now. I feel quite excited and horny, my dear Sunny. Go get ready!"

"Yes, Miss," Sunny said. She rose and took her bag to the toilet.

In there, she quickly found her cuffs and collar and the small, leather corset. All matching, black leather with a thin, red leather lining along all edges.

She loved the smell of the leather and enjoyed that for a minute, before undressing and watching herself in the mirror as she fitted and clicked everything on.

The corset was as always a little difficult. She had put the loops on the back on the door handle, but there was not enough room for her to move away and tighten it completely. Using her hands, she finally managed to make the two sides meet at the back, and grabbed the loops and made a knot.

She topped her preps by repairing the little makeup, she wore, then opened the door and went back in the living room.

Brynhild had also re-dressed and was in a similar black corset, small black leather boots and fingerless gloves up to her elbows.

She stood in the middle of the room: "Come here, girl!"

"Yes, Miss." Sunny felt her breathing increase and become short as she tip-toed across the floor and sank silently to her knees in front of Bryn.

"Good girl", Bryn stroked her hair gently. "...but we are in a reasonably public place, and what I have in mind for you tonight requires this". Bryn had found a loose pillow cover in the cupboard, made a tight knot in the middle and now held it up in front of Sunny's face.

"Now open wide, sweetie. That's a good girl" Sunny felt the dry material fill her mouth as Bryn pulled it very tight. Her lips stretched and closed completely around the knot.

Satisfied, Bryn let her hands slide down Sunny's arms. Reaching the cuffs and clicking them together and on to a small ring at the back of the corset.

"Now. That's more like it my little toy of joy", Bryn grabbed the braided crop from the table and smiled.

"This is going to be a nice, long evening."

...and it was....

Chapter Four - 5 Years Ago - Rescue

by o_girl © 2024

After a while they removed the strait-jacket.

It did not make any difference as she was constantly doped, battered, and abused.

Nurse Patterson's job was to restore her after each session of abuse, in order for her to be ready for the next time, and she also administered the injections that made the world a constant red haze and her body a will-less rag.

Permanently removing the restraints, including the shackles around her ankles, made it possible for Patterson to hose her down with icy cold water after each session.

They had given her a thin blanket under which she lay shaking and shivering after such a cold 'bath'.

Usually she tried to crawl to the corner and curl up, but nurse Patterson used the hose with great skill, and the cold water had an impressive force.

The daily routine changed: Nurse Patterson began to put her in a white pinafore dress and dump her into a wheelchair. She then rolled her out on the grounds and left her on a bench for the sun to warm her up for an hour or two.

Even though the injections had made her lose any control of her body, including speech, she enjoyed those little breaks from the daily hell she was in.