The Island: Pt. 17 - Kdy

THE ISLAND

Part 17: Kady

By Gortmundy.

Bethari sat on the edge of the seat nervously nibbling her nails. She had taken care to dress as well as she could, wearing the kebaya her mother had made for her and her prettiest batik sarong, but she still felt pitifully out of place in these rich surroundings and she fretted self-consciously, knowing she must still look like a poor little island girl.

The man who had picked her up in the car had been friendly enough and had at least smiled at her as he passed her father an envelope. He carried her small suitcase to the car and waited patiently as she bade a tearful farewell to her mother. He had even held the car door open for her but even so, she knew that she had been effectively sold to the rich woman who lived in the big villa.

Her parents were very poor, and she at least hoped the money would make their lives, and the lives of her sisters a little easier.

She looked about the room, it was a plush sitting room filled with expensive things. Obviously, the room belonged to someone important, there was a padded couch and comfortable chairs, a coffee table and a few simple pieces of artwork, A sizeable flat-screen television was mounted on the wall and a sleek laptop sat on the coffee table. Large doors opened out onto a veranda that offered a glorious view of a nearby cove, with golden sand and crystal blue water. A small kitchenette was situated off to one side with a microwave, coffee maker and plate warmer but there did not look to be anywhere to cook properly.

Nervously steeling her courage, she had peeked through the adjacent room. It was a pleasantly decorated and well-lit bedroom and she grimaced when she saw the large double bed. Doors led out onto the same veranda. She was amazed at the size of the walk-in wardrobe though a little curious given it was completely empty. Another door led into a bathroom, and she almost gasped looking at the huge shower cubicle all surrounded by green ripple-patterned glass. She grinned, "Its bigger than my room back home."

Sitting back in the chair she became nervous again, she had few skills that would be of use, somehow, she doubted her ability to sing simple songs, mend nets or cook basic meals would be valuable here. She would probably be used for drudgework, cleaning, and other menial tasks. The only other thing she had of any value was her body and she imagined that was the real reason she was here. Her mother had always said she was pretty, and it was possible she had attracted the attention of a man from the villa and that led to her current situation, to be used in that large double bed until he grew tired of her. Perhaps if she was compliant enough, he would at least be kind to her.

She was startled from her brooding reverie by a light tapping on the door. Rising she somewhat timidly answered, opening the door before stepping back clasping her hands in front of her and giving the two women a respectful bow.

One was a tall blonde, with golden hair and the bluest eyes she had ever seen, the other was a smaller woman, with a dusky complexion shorter brown hair, dark eyes, and a pretty face. Both the women gave her a friendly smile and the smaller one spoke.

"Hello, we thought we'd come by to see if you're getting settled, may we come in?"

Bethari swallowed nervously, "I'm sorry mistress but there's no one here but me. I haven't been able to hide my suitcase, I don't know where to put my things or where I'll be sleeping when I'm not," she glanced at the bedroom door, "working."

A somewhat confused expression passed across the face of the blonde, but the smaller woman appeared unfazed, and she shook her head slowly in obvious annoyance.

"Nobody's explained anything to you have they?"

"No mistress."

"Why do you think you're here?"

Bethari blushed and hung her head, "To work, and to maybe to serve..."

"Do you think you are going to be given to a man to fulfil his... needs?"

The girl nodded.

The blonde girl said some angry words in English and Bethari began to cry, she had tried so hard not to upset anyone and now she was in trouble already.

The smaller one took her hand, "It's okay Bethari, you're not in trouble, my friend here is just a little upset that nobody took the time to speak to you or help you get settled."

The blonde woman smiled and spoke, her accent was strange and her words halting, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. I can be grumpy sometimes, it's not your fault."

The two exchanged words in English and Bethari managed to pick out the word 'coffee'. The blonde headed over to the kitchenette and busied herself while the dark-haired woman gently guided her to sit on the couch.

"Gee I've so many things to tell you, but first things first. My name is Natassia, and that is Susan."

At the sound of her name, the blonde gave her a small wave and turned back to the cups.

"You're not here to serve any man's needs, well not unless you want to, I suppose, but that's up to you."

Bethari blushed.

"You have been employed as a maid, just like me."

The younger girl gaped, "You can't be a maid! You're too..." she stopped at a loss for words.

Natassia grinned, "I am, now Susan isn't though, she's a guest, so we have to be extra nice to her, even if she can be a bit grumpy."

The blonde said something in English, Bethari couldn't catch it, but it sounded very rude.

The smaller woman giggled but waved her finger about, "These are your rooms Bethari. This is your sitting room, through there is your bedroom and your bathroom."

Bethari looked about in amazement, "Servants can't live here, it's too much."

"There are no servants here Bethari. You and I are employees and our boss, who you will meet later this evening has very strong feelings about how her employees are treated."

"What... what will my duties be?"

"Interesting question. I don't think you will have any specialist household skills as yet, so to begin with you'll be helping with cleaning, making beds, and working in the kitchens until we can get a better fit for you. I wouldn't worry about it, we all did it, well except Miss Poshpants over there."

Susan complained as she carried across the cups, "Hey! I make the bed more often than you."

Natassia grinned, "Don't listen to her Bethari, she obviously spends all her time in front of a mirror while I do all the work. Now eventually, if you find a skill you wish to develop, we can help with that, but first, we need to improve your English. There are a lot of people living and working here, many have come from countries very far away and they all speak their own languages so to make things simple we use English as a common language for when we are working."

Bethari studied her hands and blushed, "My English is not very good."

"That's okay, neither is Susan's. She's from Australia and they all speak funny there."

"Hey!"

The younger woman couldn't help but smile.

"Don't worry Bethari, your English will improve in due course I'm sure of it. Now tell me, is there anything you like to do, do you have any hobbies?"

"I like to cook, but I'm not very good," she blushed, "it's a bit silly, but I like to carve, mostly I practice on fruit."

"Anything else?"

"I like to sing."

The blonde looked up, "I've heard you sing at the school, you're very good."

Natassia smiled at the girl, "Do you think you could sing for us sometime?"

"If you like, but I'm not really that good."

"Tell you what, if you feel like it sometime maybe you could teach me and Susan a song."

Susan looked up, "Hey, I think I know a song or part of one, but I couldn't carry a tune in a bucket, to be honest. Wanna hear it?"

Natassia looked at Bethari, who gave a small nod.

The blonde did her best to remember the words of the song Barabus had sung in the kitchen and Bethari looked up with a smile. "I know that one, my mum sang it to me."

"Well, maybe you could sing it for us someday, I would like that very much."

Bethari blushed again, "if you like".

"Now why don't we get your things put away and if you like you could have lunch with me and Susan, how does that sound?"

The young woman looked up with a smile and nodded.

Anton luxuriated in the heat of the hot tub. Reaching across for a drink he grinned as he watched Kady sunning herself by the pool. The dark-skinned woman had discarded her bikini and her spectacular curves were in view as she sunned herself. She lay on her front on a sun lounger and Anton almost groaned at the sight as a topless Helen, on the adjacent sun lounger, finished smearing sun oil across her own pert breasts before turning to massage oil across Kady's back, running her hands down and across the pert roundness of her spectacular ass.

"It's pretty awesome, isn't it?" muttered Rufus as he reached for a beer.

Sergio was watching Margaret and Susan laughing and playing in the pool while Natassia sat on the edge chatting with the new girl, both dangling their feet in the water. The new girl still looked self-conscious in her modest burkini and nervously glanced across at the men in the hot tubs nearby.

Anton and the guys had already offered to head off to the gym or something and leave the pool for the women to enjoy but the blushing young woman had nervously shaken her head. Even so, the guys had all decided to stick to the hot tubs at least and still wore their t-shirts and Bermuda shorts. Turning to the other guys Sergio agreed, "It's bloody marvellous."

"What do you think of the new girl?"

"I think she's still scared shitless, poor kid. Probably think's we're a bunch of lecherous white slavers or something."

"Well, we're definitely lecherous."

"Yea, but she's nervous as hell, and if it wasn't for Natassia she would still be hiding in her room."

"We'll just have to go easy and let her figure things out for herself I reckon."

Anton looked across at the other guys, "I'm hardly a philosopher man, I basically fly a plane and thank the gods for sending Kady my way. I'm just going to do the usual."

Sergio looked alarmed, "You're going to shag her?"

"No, you dope! I'm just going to be me and let her be her. I don't really have the brains for anything else."

Rufus grinned, "So you wouldn't shag her then?"

"I didn't say that, she's kind of cute, but I'm happy with Kady."

"Yea, you scored there dude."

Anton looked across at the woman on the sun lounger and sighed happily. He pursed his lips thoughtfully before turning back to his companions.

"Yea, hey guys I've got something to ask you."

"Yea?"

Susan had wrapped a sari around her long legs and found Portia sitting on the veranda enjoying the evening sun.

"I was told you wanted to see me?"

Portia adjusted her sunglasses with a smile as she gracefully rose and poured the blonde a cup of hot rich coffee.

"Yes Susan, thank you for coming, I wanted to give you this."

She slid a piece of paper across to the girl.

Susan looked at the cheque and her eyes widened at the number of zero's before she slid it back.

"I can't take this."

"I really wish you would, it's the very least I could do."

"But you've done so much for me already, I can't just take this money."

Susan stilled for a moment and for once a glitter of anger began to appear in her blue eyes, "This better not be about the other night Portia, or I'm going to be pissed."

"Gods no! That's not it at all. I'll always cherish what you did for me, and I would never insult you by trying to pay you for that."

"Then why?"

Portia sighed and slumped in her chair, toying with her cup, "Susan, you keep saying I've done so much for you and acting like I am a saint or something, buts it's a sham you know. I am a terrible, terrible person."

"I don't believe that."

"You don't know me."

The older woman toyed with her cup for a moment, as if looking for something.

"When I was younger, younger than you are now in fact, I inherited a fortune from my parents. So, I entered the business world, where I was very successful. I increased my fortune many times over, I gained respect and I gained power, but what I really enjoyed, what I loved, was destroying people. There was nothing I enjoyed more than exercising my will over others, I craved it, it was like a drug. And not just in business, but in everyday life. I would seduce husbands, and wives, wreck marriages, obliterate people's lives and create a wake of carnage literally everywhere I went. And I did it for fun."

Susan's face showed a look of horror, "But that's not who you are n- "

"Let me finish. One day I had a meeting with a man, he had his young daughter with him. I had just acquired his business, a family business they'd had for more than three generations, but I acquired it and I intended to break it up to sell off as component parts. Not actually out of any particular malice this time, it was just good financial business nothing more, I didn't need it or anything, it was just a mundane business deal."

"Well, he begged me not to, begged me, and I laughed in his face. Then, as I left the building this man took his little girl in his arms and jumped off the roof. They landed about five feet from me."

Portia looked up, but Susan could see that she was not looking at her but replaying the events of long ago.

"It's not like the movies you know," she said casually, "when a body hits the ground with that amount of force it just bursts, like a jar of tomatoes or plums perhaps. So, there I was, standing on the sidewalk with bits and pieces of that man, and his little girl spattered all over me."

Susan could feel tears beginning to trickle down her face at the lost, totally dead tone in the woman's voice.

"I went home and tried to wash the blood from me and when I looked in the mirror, I realised just how much I hated how much I totally fucking loathed the person looking back at me."

Portia sipped her coffee, "Well I had a complete breakdown, almost burned my estate to the ground with me in it. Then, much later, after a great deal of therapy, I left it all behind. I left my businesses in the hands of some very shrewd associates and moved out here, as far away as I could get. I bought this island and now I try to make amends mostly, I build schools, hospitals, and museums, I invest in local projects and infrastructure, and I set up charitable foundations and scholarships all over the world. Anything Susan, anything at all, in the hope that one day, if I am incredibly fortunate, I'll be able to look in a mirror again and not hate what I see. But I know it will never be enough, not really."

She smiled, "I don't have the guts to just give the money away, I like having the wealth too much I suppose and almost no matter what I do I keep getting richer anyway as my businesses trundle along without me."

Turning to the blonde she drew a breath, "You were hurt terribly because of my hubris and sheer fucking stupidity, and you saved someone I care about, at great expense to yourself when I couldn't, so you just take that money, please... I would give you a hundred times as much and it still wouldn't be enough, but Natassia said this was about as much as I could get away with without freaking you out completely. Please take it, for me if nothing else."

Susan shook her head sadly, "I think you are being too hard on yourself, and people do change you know. When you arranged for me to speak to my mum again, that was an act of kindness Portia, real kindness. Those few moments, the look on my mum's face, and the feeling when I heard her voice are something I will cherish until my dying day. Building a school is great, but redemption, if such a thing exists, is found in acts of kindness like that. You said you would give me a hundred times as much, well I wouldn't swap those few minutes for a million times as much, for anything in fact, and it was you Portia who gave those moments to me."

"It was nothing really you know."

"To me, it was the world."

"Please take the money, it would make me feel at least a little better."

Susan sighed as she picked up the cheque, "That's a good enough reason for me."

Portia gave the girl a lop-sided grin, "Good because I had it transferred to your account this morning."

"Portia!"

"I know, I know, I just can't help myself sometimes. Besides you might find it useful in Italy."

"Italy?"

Portia's eyes widened and she smacked herself on the forehead, "OHFUCKBASTARDBALLS!!!"

Susan looked confused.

"Natassia didn't tell you, did she? I bet it was meant to be a surprise and I've cocked it up! Fuck!"

"Portia, could you maybe stop acting like a crazy woman for just a few seconds and tell me what the Hell you're on about?"

"Well, as it's Natassia's 21^st birthday in a few days I suggested she take you on a romantic holiday to Italy to celebrate. Obviously, she means to surprise you and I've blown it."

Susan's pursed her lips and sniffed, and Portia could see the beginnings of something burning in the back of those blue eyes, "I didn't even know it was her birthday."

"Uh oh."

"Indeed."

"Erm... Well, this isn't awkward at all is it?"

"Thank you for the coffee, and the cash, but if you'll excuse me, I've just got to go see a girl about a beating."

Susan left Portia fiddling with her coffee cup.

"Oops."

Kady breathed out a long, low groan of pleasure as the cock entered her from behind. Her pussy was soaking, and it slid in easily, filling her until she gave a muffled sigh. The man fucking her knew his business, gripping her waist as he slowly, rhythmically withdrew his hardened dick until only the tip was inside her before easing it back into her, pushing all the way to the hilt.

She was on her knees, with her hands bound behind her, the man standing in front of her had a good grip on her long braids as he fed his cock over her lips and into her mouth, savouring the hot wet feel of her tongue.

Her buttocks still blazed, and a hand gently stroked along one of the parallel weals left by the caning. The sensation was electrifying, it ran through her body like fire, and she came almost at once. Her pussy clamped down on the man's cock like a hot vice and she would have shrieked in pleasure had she not been gagged by the cock in her mouth. Instead, she sucked and licked his member in a frenzy her body writhing as the climax rolled over her. Both men groaned as they came almost simultaneously, pumping thick strands of cum into her. Kady whimpered as she swallowed, feeling the heat welling up inside her as the man screwing her from behind grunted, pumping his seed deep into her.

The men had snatched her in the gym. She had finished her workout and after her shower had wrapped a warm towel around her as she made her way to her locker. It had been a good workout and after a long rinse, a vigorous rubdown with the towel, a quick spray of deodorant and a very light application of her favourite scent she was almost ready to see if Anton fancied an evening of seriously dirty sex. A workout always got her juices flowing and she was most definitely in the mood for a good hard fucking.

She giggled, Anton had better have eaten his spinach, because he was definitely going to need all his energy tonight.

Wrapping a thick bath towel around her and knotting it just above her breasts she padded to her locker. She'd picked out a pretty dress, that showed a lot of leg and cleavage, and some very cute underwear. She wanted to look her best after all, not that she expected to be wearing much of it for most of the evening she thought with a chuckle. Picking up the new panties she had managed to slip them over one ankle when there was a whisper of movement from behind her. Before she could turn her vision was obscured by a blindfold and a calloused hand clamped over her mouth. She barely had time for a muffled scream before she felt her arms pulled behind her.