The Island: Pt. 23 - Decent Proposal

THE ISLAND

Part 23: Decent Proposals

By Gortmundy.

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Marta woke and found herself gazing into a pair of sea-green eyes that stared back at her from the other side of the pillow. Florence smiled lazily and stretched like some feline creature before playfully darting forward and giving the doctor a mischievous peck on the nose. "Morning sleepyhead."

Looking around Marta spotted the breakfast tray at the side of the bed and realised the woman had gotten up, made breakfast and slithered back into bed beside her, all without waking her.

Snuggling closer Florence whispered, "I was going to wake you, but you looked so cute I didn't have the heart. So, I ate your bacon and eggs for you instead."

Marta grinned and moved into the embrace, slipping an arm around the woman and sliding a leg across her thighs, "That's pretty mean. How will you make it up to me?"

Feeling the woman's hands beginning to explore her body she gave a little sigh of pleasure.

Florence nuzzled her neck making her squirm and whispered, "I'm sure I can think of something."

Later, much later, Marta sighed happily as she woke from a pleasant dream. She was naked, splayed face-down on the bed and she felt fucking fantastic. Her body was completely relaxed, and she still felt the lingering warmth and postcoital bliss of their recent bout of lovemaking. Hearing movement she rolled over lazily and saw Florence enter the bedroom holding a piece of toast between her teeth and a cup of coffee in each hand. The redhead mumbled something around the toast and Marta giggled.

Placing a cup on the cabinet beside the doctor Florence munched into the toast and mumbled happily, "I made you coffee, and we're out of marmalade."

Marta smiled back at the woman, "I'm not sure toast and marmalade counts as one of your five a day you know. You seem pretty pleased with yourself though, what are you up to?"

"I'm excited."

"Oh?"

"Yup."

Marta sipped her coffee and sighed, "Mmm, good coffee. Why are you excited?"

Florence gave the woman a brilliant smile, "Cos I'm going to make you my slave from noon today for twenty-four hours and I'm really looking forward to it."

The doctor almost spilt her coffee, "What?"

The ginger-haired woman took the cup from her and placed it, and her half-eaten toast, on the bedside cabinet before rolling on top of her. She sat up, with her knees on either side of the doctor and looked down at Marta with eyes glittering and a wide, almost feral, smile on her face. "Oh yes, that is unless you feel like chickening out of course?"

Marta squirmed as heat flooded between her thighs and she felt herself growing excited at the suggestion. She almost gasped, "Are you still going to keep me naked?"

"Mmmhmm, I'm looking forward to that bit quite a lot."

The doctor almost groaned, "But what if a patient comes in? Please don't make me..."

Florence laughed, "Oh, that would be so delicious, but I promised I wouldn't shame you. Tell you what, you can wear your lab coat if you have to treat a patient. Will that do?"

"It doesn't hide much."

"It buttons up and reaches down to mid-thigh. It might show a little cleavage and a bit of leg, but I'm sure your patients will appreciate it, I'm pretty sure I will. But if you'd rather be naked, I certainly don't mind. Now I'm not sure how this works, but are slaves allowed to argue? You write those wonderfully erotic stories, so I'll rely on your expertise. Oh, and by the way, when are you going to write more?"

Blushing, Marta hung her head and muttered, "No, we don't get to argue."

"Splendid! Then come noon it's off with your knickers my dear, not that you seem to be wearing any right now, and bloody marvellous you look too, if I may say so. But you did argue, didn't you? Hmm, what to do about that...?"

"But it's not noon, I'm not your slave... yet."

Florence grinned and cheerfully leaned down to kiss the doctor on the neck, causing the smaller woman to squirm in delight, before murmuring, "Well now, that's a fair point to be sure. I guess I'll have to put up with this impertinence... For now."

Marta smiled and stuck out her tongue at the woman in celebration of her victory, then paused, "Er. Isn't this movie night? You're not gonna make me go about naked in front of all the girls at the villa, are you?"

Florence laughed out loud, "That sounds fucking brilliant! But I tell you what, we'll see how obedient and biddable you can be, if you're a good little slave girl I might let you wear something to spare your blushes. But you'll be wearing what I say you'll be wearing and not a stitch more. Oh, and if you forget to call me 'Mistress' when we're in company you'll be getting a bare-arsed spanking right in front of those fine ladies, I kid you not."

The doctor blushed furiously, but she felt the excitement welling up inside her at the very thought of being naked and helpless in front of onlookers. Her pulse quickened, her breath almost caught in her throat and the delicious heat and wetness between her legs made her squirm with delight as she made a half-hearted protest, "But I can't call you 'Mistress' in front of them. They'll think I'm a complete idio..."

"They'll think you're an amazingly sexy woman, just like I do."

Marta couldn't help but smile at the compliment, "Even so..."

"Tell you what. We can compromise. But if I do, what will you give me in exchange?"

"Like what?"

Florence pondered and as Marta watched the delightfully impish expression forming on her face and lips it was all she could do not to grab the woman and ravish her right there and then on the bed. "I dunno, how about a few more hours of servitude? We could make it 48hours instead of 24? And in exchange, there might be some 'wiggle room' with the whole 'Mistress' thing," she grinned as she slid a hand under the covers to stroke between the doctor's thighs, causing her to emit a sibilant hiss of pleasure, "well somebody will be 'wiggling' I'm sure"

It was the doctor's turn to laugh out loud, even as she gasped at the woman's touch. "Bugger that! I know you. If I start with giving you extra days I'll end up being your slave forever by the time I'm done bargaining with you, you sneaky, manipulative tart."

"Ah, but you'd love it though."

Marta leaned forward and gave the woman a warm kiss on the lips, "It does have its attractions, but no, not this time."

"Pity."

"Tell you what, I can be extra super nice to you now or I can give you one extra hour later, just one, your choice."

Florence stroked her chin and considered, as if deep in thought as she mulled it over before grinning, "Shit, that's a hard bargain. Right! Here's a counteroffer. How about this? If you don't actually speak, like with words, you don't have to say 'Mistress'. So, a thumbs-up, a nod, a musical fart, whatever body language you like will be okay with me, but no writing or texting, cos that's cheating. But if you do speak, and I mean to any of the women there, you have to call them all 'Mistress'. Otherwise, I'll let the offended party sort you out for being 'disrespectful'. That means it's up to you to use your wits if you wanna avoid using the word in front of your pals. Now that's a game I could enjoy watching, how about you? You up for it?"

"What do you mean by "sort me out" though?"

"I dunno, maybe a fine of an extra couple of hours servitude, or perhaps a little corporal punishment to remind you of your place by turning your cute little bum that pretty pink colour I like so much. Or I could just give you to them for a little while to serve as their plaything. I bet you'd like that you wee sexpot."

Marta blushed and giggled simultaneously, "You think I'll be enjoying this that much I'd let someone else maul me for your entertainment?"

"Fuck yea! Just go look in the mirror at yourself doc, if we talk about this any longer, you're gonna orgasm on the spot and I'm gonna have to fight you off with a stick," she gave the woman an evil grin, "you do look gorgeous though when you get excited so I might not fight that hard."

"You are so incorrigible."

Florence leaned down and kissed the woman's breasts, gently nibbling and teasing her nipples as she whispered, "You'd like me to be otherwise?"

Marta whimpered breathlessly as Florence kissed her, "No," giggling she added, "I think I will write a story, and I'm gonna put you in it, probably as a villain."

Laughing the ginger-haired woman gave Marta another kiss before nimbly rolling out of the bed with a cheerful laugh, "I think I'd make a brilliant villain! Anyway doc, I'm gonna go make you a nice breakfast, okay? It's only fair given I ate yours already. But later on, maybe after lunch, there's someone I'd like us to go see."

"Oh?"

"You'll see. It'll be fun, honest."

"My kind of fun, or your kind of fun?"

"Yes."

Marta giggled as the green-eyed woman slid out the bedroom door, pausing only to give the doctor a cheeky wink as she disappeared.

When Florence returned with another hot plate of bacon and egg, toast and more steaming coffee, Marta found that their earlier exertions in the bedroom had provoked a formidable appetite and Florence watched with delight as the wee doctor ravenously demolished the plate of food before settling back to nurse her coffee with a blissful sigh of contentment.

"Better?" she inquired.

Marta gave the woman a happy smile, "Much."

"Well, sadly you cannae flop about in bed all day you lazy bugger, as entertaining as that may be. There's quite a queue developing downstairs already."

"Seriously?"

"Aye. So go get showered and sorted while I tidy this up. Hop to it now, we have people to do and things to see."

Marta slithered out of the bed and darted for the door as she attempted to dodge the playful slap on her posterior she knew would be coming as she tried to slide past the taller woman. She almost made it, and Florence grinned at her little yelp as she went by.

The remainder of the morning was quite busy for the doctor. There had been a game of Sepak Takraw between the local village and players from a neighbouring island the previous evening. It had gotten just a little excitable and there had been a moderately friendly brawl between various fans and players after the match. As a result, she had a fair-sized queue of young men, and even a couple of young women, at the clinic with abrasions, sprains, bruises and one poor bugger with a spectacularly broken nose. They were all suffering from prodigious hangovers and looked a sad and dishevelled bunch. Florence pitched in, and in-between helping with the treatments she kept the patients laughing with ribald jokes and good-natured comments about their battered appearance, their injuries, torn clothes and even the game itself. Marta couldn't help but be impressed as the strange woman switched between languages and managed to keep the crowd smiling and laughing at her impromptu comedy routine. As the woman dealt with a couple of stray French tourists looking for some insect repellent her curiosity got the better of her, "Hey Florence, how many languages do you speak?"

The nurse paused, "Not sure doc. A few, I guess. Not as many as that Natassia girl from what I hear, but a few. I never really studied; it just comes from travelling about. My Japanese is pretty good, my Russian isn't bad, but I can barely order a beer in Igbo."

"Igbo?"

"Southern Nigeria, good soup."

"What were you there for?"

"Oh, just a job."

Marta just shook her head at the typically enigmatic answer as she stitched up a small cut on one young man's arm.

By noon, only a couple of patients remained, and Marta was setting the broken nose when Florence tapped her on the shoulder, "You looking at the time doc?"

Marta blushed, "Really?"

"Yup."

The doctor sighed and got up, she looked down at her hands and bit her lip nervously, before taking a deep breath and squaring her shoulders.

"Hey doc?"

"Yes?"

"You don't really have to do this you know. I might kid you on a bit, but I won't actually think worse of you if you don't want to play, it really is just a bit of fun."

Marta gave the woman a self-conscious grin and she felt herself blushing, "I do want to play, much more than I thought I would to be honest, in fact you were right, my heart is pounding and I'm kind of excited even thinking about it, but it's just a bit embarrassing is all. I'm sort of a prude I guess, I'm sorry."

Florence burst out laughing, "Doc, once you get going you are anything but a prude. You just need to believe in yourself a bit more. Now I don't normally, but in this case, can I offer you a tiny bit of advice."

"Sure."

"Don't think of it as giving up your freedom for a day, instead think of it as an exercise in trust."

"Trust?"

"You're a smart cookie, you'll figure it out."

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Bethari sat in her room smiling as she looked at the flowers arranged in a vase on the coffee table and thought about the events of the last forty-eight hours.

The morning after the party she had awoken to the unfamiliar sensation of being snuggled up against a warm, soft body, and promptly panicked. Throwing herself backwards she fell out of the bed in a tangle of limbs and blankets, landing on the soft carpet with a distinct thud and a "bleek" of distress.

Stella rolled over in the bed and blearily murmured, "Wassat?", while Barbara stirred on the couch, opening one eye to peer blurrily around, "Huh?"

On the floor, Bethari sat up as her sleep-addled mind finally cleared and she realised with growing relief that she still wore a nightdress, though it was a bit worrying that it wasn't one of hers. Meanwhile, Barbara had gone back to happy-sounding drunken snoring while Stella had curled up in a foetal position and was blindly fumbling around for the blankets that were now tangled around Bethari's legs. The blonde girl was only wearing her knickers and Bethari blushed as she realised she'd probably been cuddling the near-naked woman for half the night while she slept.

The room was hot and smelled of alcohol and perspiration, with a hint of perfume. It was a heady mix and Bethari felt her breath quicken. Licking her lips, she staggered to the servery for a glass of water before stumbling out onto the balcony. The air outside was warm, but there was a light, cooling breeze and she sipped her water gratefully.

Memories of earlier had come flooding back to her as the water and fresh air cleared her head. It had been such a wondrous series of events, one marvellous and exciting experience after another. It began when Stella and Barbara dragged the embarrassed and blushing girl almost kicking and screaming to see Trudy in her room. Trudy answered the door wearing comfy shorts, a t-shirt and loafers. In the chamber behind her a tall, athletic blonde woman with short, bobbed hair was casually sipping coffee with an air of deliberate nonchalance, but Stella grinned when she noticed that her blouse had been hastily buttoned up incorrectly and that Trudy appeared to be considerably more than just a little flushed, her clothing was somewhat dishevelled, and her hair looked distinctly ruffled.

"Hey Trudy, not a bad time, is it?"

"No, not at all Stella, er.. have you met Maud? She just popped by to discuss some... um, stuff, for tonight, and I made her some coffee and we were just talking... about," the poor girl blushed furiously and her voice trailed off lamely, "you know, the... stuff."

Barbara gave the girl a wicked grin, "Cool, oh Trudy, the button on your shorts is undone."

Trudy gave a squeal, and her hands flew to the waistband of her shorts as a look of horrified embarrassment crossed her face.

Stella couldn't help but laugh, "Relax Trudy, we don't care who you're banging, you can screw each other till hell freezes over for all I care. Your secret's safe with us, but we've got a genuine emergency here and we need your help."

Behind her, the long-legged blonde girl smiled as she shook her head in resignation and folded herself back on the couch in a lithe graceful movement that wasn't lost on Stella, "Nice".

Trudy grinned, "Sorry, I just don't want Maud to get into trouble. Mr Gunter told all the new guys to keep their hands to themselves with regard to us staff and we really shouldn't be, well... you know."

Barbara laughed, "That boat's sailed, I have it on good authority he probably already knows so I wouldn't worry about it."

"Oh shit. Do you think he'll be mad or something? Oh hey, where are my manners, come in, what's this about an emergency?"

Stella looped her arm around Bethari, who was nervously edging away from the door and gently pushed her forward, "Well this one here says she won't go to the party tonight because she's got nothing to wear."

Maud unfolded from the couch and wandered over to look at the girl. She laid an arm over Trudy's shoulder with a smile and muttered something in German. Trudy responded with a nod and a sly grin.

Standing in the middle of the four women Bethari swallowed nervously.

Stella laughed, "Jesus she looks like she thinks we're gonna eat her or something!"

"I can think of worse ways to spend my afternoon," muttered Barbara with a concupiscent grin.

Trudy giggled as Stella playfully cuffed the grinning woman on the back of the head at the comment. Taking the nervous girl by the hand she smiled reassuringly, "Don't listen to them Beth, they're just messing with you. We'll get you sorted out in no time. By the time we're done you're gonna look like a million dollars, I promise."

Leading her into the room she pointed towards the bathroom. "You go get yourself showered and after you're done you just stuff on the bathrobe. I'll go look out some things from the wardrobe. Hey Maud, go raid my underwear drawer and see if you can find something more... suitable, for our party girl."

Grinning the tall German woman wandered off while the others pulled various garments from the wardrobe, giggling and laughing like schoolgirls as they compared a dazzling myriad of frocks and dresses.

Eventually, Bethari peeked her head around the bathroom door with her hair wrapped in a fluffy towel and a moderately terrified expression on her face.

Trudy spotted her, "Hey, come over here! Have a look at these."

Each of the women held up a dress, and Berthari's eyes went wide as saucers. They were all glorious creations of colourful silk and lace, like things she had sometimes seen in her carefully hoarded magazines and only ever dreamed of wearing.

Seeing the look on the young woman's face Barbara smiled mischievously, "Ooh, I think she likes them."

Trudy eventually picked out a golden silk dress that highlighted the young woman's tanned complexion, her long dark hair and the hazel of her eyes, "Oh yea, this one will be perfect."

Before long Bethari was staring with amazement at a total stranger in the mirror. The sheer silk of the dress clung to her every curve and was slit to above mid-thigh, her hair had been styled in a raven black cascade that fell down her back like a waterfall while cosmetics had been skilfully and lightly applied to highlight the alluring hazel colour of her eyes. A gold choker and sparkling earrings completed the ensemble. To everyone's surprise, the stern-looking German girl was skilled at styling hair, and she seemed to take great enjoyment as she combed and brushed Bethari's long dark tresses.

Stella looked at her in the mirror and blew out a slow breath, "Holy shit Beth, you look just gorgeous. How do you feel?"