Chex Sans Frontière
Monique, Melissa and Lisa walked in silence, affected by the
rum shots taken at the jungle bar, while regarding the beauty of the island’s
jungle life with its unusual birds and fauna. Monique moved through a thicker
part of the jungle in awe, not paying attention to where she was going. In the
back of her mind, she thought that if she wandered aimlessly on the island, she
would inadvertently find her instructed hiding place. When she saw that there
was no more foot trail to follow and that the jungle became denser as she
walked, Monique stopped in her tracks and took a more conscious look at her
surroundings. Her apparent lack of direction combined with the approaching
storm clouds unsettled Monique’s nerves.
Looking around her, Monique lost track of Lisa and Melissa.
She did not notice that they strayed in a different direction while she
explored the jungle. She felt that it must have only been a few minutes that
she wandered around the pathless trek. Monique called out her friends’ names
but she received no response. She thought that this was strange that they would
not hear her in the jungle when she only wandered off not so very far from her
friends. Monique continued to call out for her companions and again was met
with no response. In her anxiousness, Monique started walking faster, trying to
retrace her steps back to the bar. She felt that she was walking in circles
with no point of reference. She knew that she was only getting herself even
more lost because her surroundings seemed so unfamiliar to her. Monique thought
‘that if only I could find that little trail from the island bar that I walked
along with Lisa and Melissa just to get my bearings.’
Monique’s
trepidation about the weather was warranted as the day gradually transformed
from an exotic island playground to a threatening and ominous environment. Her
original thoughts of the safe island haven were distracted by ominous storm
clouds. In what seemed like a few minutes, dark clouds completely hid the
intense, warm sun. The solar orb disappeared from sight. Monique’s cheerful, rum-induced
mood changed to soberness as she watched storm clouds race over her. A light
wind blew through the tall palms that towered above them. Then the light breeze
touched Monique’s skin with a moist yet comforting feeling. She felt impending
rain about to hit her cozy space.
One could hear the rustling of the palm branches and banana
leaves as the seemingly innocent, non-threatening wind disrupted their
calmness. Then gradually and quickly the deceptive wind swept through the
leaves in a powerful indignation, alerting the jungle life of its approaching
danger. The coming storm announced its strong presence to the island game
players as they hastily continued their exploration of the inner most part of
the island.
As Monique continued to walk through the trees, she became
aware of the various jungle sounds all around her. Sounds of birds and other
animals hit Monique’s ears that were pleasant sounding, yet unsettling at the
same time. She imagined herself being the sole person in the jungle. Then she
tried to calm her nerves by telling herself that she could not be the only
person here in the jungle as there were ten other guests and Julian’s extra
play slaves who were to also hide themselves on this island. Monique did not
want to concern herself with the other visiting guests hiding themselves in the
jungle. But she was curious to realize that she did not happen upon any of them
during her exploration. She asked herself, ‘where they could have gone in this
vast jungle?’
Her main
concern was for Lisa and Melissa with whom she started the morning escapade. Monique
noticed that the weather became considerably darker as gray clouds turned to
black and the winds turned into gusts. Then the clouds sprung a load of rain
heavier than Monique had ever seen rainfall. As the rain began to pound down on
her, she could feel her clothes begin to paste themselves to her skin as the
water soaked the thin cotton fabric.
Monique thought that she was in a hopeless predicament. ‘Where
was I going to go in this rain? How was I going to escape it and find a way
back to the great house?’ She thought that Julian’s game surely would have
gotten canceled with this unexpected storm.
Lost in her disturbing thoughts, Monique wandered aimlessly
through the rain-drenched leaves. In a far off distance she heard some unusual
music, not melodious, but rhythmic, being played deeper inside the jungle. At
first, she did not pay attention to the distant sounds because her mind was
preoccupied with finding a way out of the jungle and rejoining Lisa and
Melissa. Monique decided to make her way toward the music where she silently
rejoiced that she would find people. As she cleared the heavy branches from her
path, Monique saw lights shining in the direction from where the music was
playing.
The jungle grew very dark from the hovering storm clouds
above her. It was still the afternoon. During her frantic attempts at trying to
escape from the jungle thickness, Monique’s mind lost track of the reason why
she was out in the jungle in the first place. She was a part of a game and
ironically, she was not having a particularly good time as typically one would
have when playing games.
‘Surely,’ she thought frantically, ‘some time has past and I
have not found a hiding place yet. How could I think about a game right now
when I got myself lost in the middle of jungle during a heavy storm? I’m sure
everyone else went back to the mansion by now.’
Just when she
was about to clear the last palm fronds in her path to reach the music, strong
hands quickly grabbed her arms and brusquely led her to a small, open area
where she heard the music. She released a scream out of sheer surprise mixed
with some dread. She struggled against the rough handling of her captors while
she screamed. Monique thought that she recognized the two attackers as part of
the party members that Julian added to the game earlier that day. This made her
feel more relieved, yet still skeptical. The clearing was flat and covered with
a bed of dry leaves and branches. Monique noticed that the branches were not yet
wet from the recent deluge. The bare area was surrounded by ignited torchlights.
Monique could feel the intensity of the heat from the torches on her wet skin,
and all the while the torrential rain continued to beat down upon them. The
torches showed no signs of being doused or affected by the downpour. Monique’s
eyes were drawn to a lone wooden post erected in the center of the clearing
that looked like it dug deep into the ground.
Monique’s assailants were two tall and very handsome men
with deeply tanned skin who held her arms tightly. She noticed that they looked
almost identical. She attempted to protest by demanding of her captors to
release her. Monique felt their hands tighten on her and she began to struggle
against them. Her demands turned into screams as Monique imagined how serious
her situation could result in the middle of the jungle and no one near to give
her assistance. She futilely realized that all her screaming would lead to no
refuge. Not even Lisa or Melissa would be able to hear her when she attempted
to call for them in the thick jungle during a rainstorm.
Monique’s captors unceremoniously brought her directly to
the post and proceeded to wrap her arms behind her around the smooth wood post
and tied her wrists together. The ties they used were made of thin leather
strips that were tied securely tight. Her legs were left unfettered so that she
was able to plant her feet freely on the palm frond-covered ground. For a brief
moment, Monique thought that she would fall to her knees from an oncoming
fainting spell just from the sheer shock of her captivity. She was quickly
reminded of her tied wrists behind her as she was pinned up against the
unnerving column.
Monique’s earlier reverie of being lost in this jungle had
dwindled away. Even the knowledge of being part of Julian’s fun and games
lessened in importance after experiencing such a humiliating situation in which
she found herself on this day. She allowed her airy thoughts to continue to
wander taking in her newly felt enslavement. The drumming stopped and jungle
had become completely quiet except for the sound of the rainfall on the jungle
foliage. The two men who captured and tied her up suddenly left her alone.
While standing attached to the posts, Monique called out the men and pleaded
for them not to leave her. However, her cries resulted in no response. Monique
imagined that the distant drummers had all gone as well. However, since she did
not hear them playing any longer, she did not actually see anyone playing
drums. She only heard the drumming deep inside the jungle. She discovered with
anxiety that she was left alone in the foreboding wildness and was left with
her wrists bound behind her in the rain.
‘Why did they leave me behind?’ she asked herself. Monique
tried working at the knots of the leather strips but they did not budge. The
wetter the leather got, the tighter the strips became. The tightening started
to bring pain to her wrists. Monique sunk down to her knees, her legs
straddling the post and she as she stared down at the ground. Her knees were embedded
in the mud and limp palm fronds and she felt tears start in her already wet
eyes from the rain. As she knelt helpless and abandoned, a pair of
mud-spattered black riding boots startled Monique that appeared before her. She
blinked rainwater from her eyes, as in the half-second the boots miraculously
appeared. Her spirits elevated as well as her body as her savior lifted
Monique’s body with gentle hands to her feet while she was still tied to the
post. Keeping her eyes down, Monique uttered a barely audible ‘thanks’ to her
savior for coming to help her out of her frightening and uncomfortable
situation.
The stranger started to speak to Monique in a low, soothing
voice, “so you got a little lost, my goddess.”
Monique shot her head up to look at the man behind the
familiar voice and discovered Julian standing before her. He came to her rescue
out in the sinister jungle setting. She was surprised yet nervous by his
presence. Monique’s thoughts riveted back to her earlier conversation with Lisa
and Melissa regarding Julian’s bizarre interests. She imagined such images as
trainer, sex slave, as well as his unusual tastes in entertainment and his
proclivities in the bedroom. These images were racing through her mind as she
stood looking into his piercing green eyes. As he laid his hands on either side
of Monique’s hips, he gazed straight into her eyes. She tried to read some semblance
of emotion or intention in his expressionless face. Though he stood there with
her, and Monique thought that he came to rescue her, she felt cold, unconcerned
eyes staring back at her. A chill raced through Monique’s body, in spite of the
warm humid rain hitting her skin.
Monique’s body shuddered in reaction to Julian’s cold
countenance. As quickly as he appeared in front of her, quickly did he start
his ministrations on her body. With precision, Julian started running his
skillful fingers along her inner right thigh. His fingers crept up slowly until
they rested on her pubic mound. Then he tapped his playful fingers on Monique’s
soft fury sex area and on her clitoris. This stroking motion sent shivers
through her body. Monique deep down wanted him to do more to her and she knew
that he would continue. At that moment, Julian started to knead her clit with
his thumb and index finger. He handled Monique expertly without inflicting any
pain or roughness. One by one he inserted his lithe fingers into her wet pussy.
Each finger went in, then pulled it out, and immediately stuck the next finger
into Monique’s sex well. Monique felt that he seemed to be playing her like a
musical instrument, yet he was sticking his fingers inside her instead. After
he stuck each finger inside Monique, Julian started to stick two fingers into
her pussy at the same time, thrusting in and out slowly. With his other hand,
he continued to pinch her swollen clit fiercely this time and flicking her
labia. Monique winced from the pleasurable pain of his pinching while all the
time increasing her ardor. Julian simultaneously played his hands on Monique,
inserting his invasive fingers inside her dilating vagina and again pinching
her throbbing vulva. He continued his playful banter, increasing the momentum
of his actions.
Monique felt
a gradual stream of sensations envelope her being. Her mind went numb while her
body went wild with uncontrollable passion. She could no longer feel her tied
wrists, numb from being in the same position for so long. However, the lack of feeling
she had in her arms was well compensated by the wealth of feeling she received
in her sex. Monique felt the eruption of an orgasm welling up from her hot
loins and building up to a feverish crescendo. She thought that her pussy would
explode from the force of the orgasmic eruption. Her whole body started an
uncontrollable involuntary shaking. All around them the rain was falling
incessantly. The combination of the rain falling with the attack from Julian’s
hands on Monique’s sex was mixed with the pounding of her beating heart. She
imagined the droplets of rain mingling with the droplets of her own juices
running down her leg and through Julian’s nimble fingers as he moved them in
and out of her pussy. Monique surprisingly found herself welcoming this act of
decadent foreplay while surreptitiously tied to a wooded column.
Monique’s mind jumped anxiously, anticipating Julian’s next
move. She was not concerned with the heart wrenching cries she made as she
continued to express her orgasmic passion. She no longer concerned herself with
the others on the island, nor was she concerned with where she was in the
jungle. All that mattered to Monique was that she felt her body was in safe,
sensual hands.
Monique spent her orgasm, after several rounds of climaxing,
over and over again. Julian gradually slowed down his pace on her swollen sex.
He stopped his manipulations of her clit and her pussy – her pussy as wet as
the rainwater on her body. Julian stepped back to observe Monique for a moment.
She was standing before him with her legs spread apart, her wet skirt crumpled
around her waist, and she was panting hard like a wild animal in the throes of
heat. She felt her hair disheveled and her feet and ankles were covered in mud.
Monique stared at her Master with unabashed desire and sexual hunger.
After what seemed a long silence between the two of them,
Monique’s Master finally spoke, “was that enough for you, or do you want more?”
Responding to his question, Monique started to speak but her
voice cracked. Her energy was so drained from raw, adulterated sex that her answer
came out as an incoherent, “yes.”
Julian, Monique’s Master spoke again loudly with more force,
breaking the jungle storm cacophony.
“What was that?” He started to ask his victim. “Was that a
yes, you’ve had enough or yes, you want more? I’m not sure what you want. Let’s
not play games, my little prisoner.”
Monique’s first reaction to his statement was anger. She
thought that he was mocking her. She thought, ‘how dare he imply that I’m
playing games, when he confused my one word answer to his question.’ As far as
Monique could see, he was playing word games with her. On second reflection,
her concern for her Master’s word games were small compared to the sexual
tension between them, and the sensual feelings he was drawing out of her. All
she could think of was ‘what else the Master had in store for her in his passionate
jungle game.’
This was his jungle island, his home and his world. He owned
all of it, including the power over Monique’s situation. He owned Monique and
she was his sexual plaything and possession while on the island. Monique even
surprised herself at this point by growing excited in anticipation of his
mysterious intentions.
The Master placed his hands on Monique’s shoulders and
looked directly into her eyes. He posed a question to her in spite of her
erotic delirium. “What would you like next, my slave? I am your master and I’m
here to please you.”
Monique found his question strange, but she responded
eagerly, panting from excitement. “I want you, Master. I want more of you. I want
you on me, inside me. I want you to take all of me.”
Even Monique amazed herself in her admission to her Master.
She resigned herself to be the slave of Julian Stockwell from that moment on,
to the Master of Maestro Island. She willed him to touch, caress, fondle, and
most importantly, to take her body and spirit. Monique wanted the Master to
enslave her and violate her in the middle of the jungle. She desired to be
taken in the rain, standing ankle deep in mud, her aching wrists tied to a hard,
unyielding post. She did not care where she was and that she was with a
licentious stranger.
Julian broke into Monique’s erotic thoughts with a deafening
laughter that she felt could have been heard from miles around them. His
laughter shocked Monique out of her reverie, and she began to become frightened
again. This was another unexpected, aberrant behavior from a man who started
sexual foreplay in the middle of an island jungle with her during a raging
storm.
He boomed at Monique with much force, “you are not giving me
orders. I am your master, not your slave.”
Confused by his statement, Monique started stammering,
“but…but…I was just expressing…”
The Master rudely interrupted her as she attempted to
explain her desire and pleasure of the moment. She quickly felt that his ardor
dissipated as his mood took a mysterious and unexpected turn. She started losing
interest in this game. To be wound up to such a sexual crescendo and then
dropped down was more than she could bear. Coming to her senses, Monique became
angry. Monique demanded that Julian untie her wrists, which by then were
unbearably sore.
The Master laughed at Monique again and reiterated his
position, “have you forgotten my sweet slave? Only I give the orders here, not
you. I have more surprises to present to you, so don’t spoil it for us.” He
double-checked her bindings to see if they were secure enough. She noticed that
he had loosened them a little, she supposed for her comfort.
Monique dropped into deep thought, staring down at the
ground in retreat. The behavior of Julian baffled Monique and she was
completely at a loss as to the meaning of his words. ‘Who does he think he is
to tell me that only he gives the orders around here? What does he mean by me
being his slave?’
The Master seemed to suppress Monique’s expression and her eroticism.
Monique’s thoughts went back to the earlier conversation she had with Melissa
and Lisa about The Master’s interest in sex slavery. She did not have knowledge
of this form of sexual expression, and Melissa and Lisa did not further
describe it to her. She looked up from the ground, lost in her disturbing thoughts,
and she heard footsteps approaching them. The Master greeted the approaching
couple, and Monique recognized them as the men who tied her up to the post when
she earlier arrived in this spot in the jungle. Monique felt that they were the
most beautiful specimens of male flesh she had ever seen. When she saw them her
mind began to race. She asked herself, “what could The Master be planning now
for me?’
As if he read Monique’s mind, the Master said, “Here, my
precious slave, is the surprise I was telling about.” He said it so coldly and
with no feeling.
At first, Monique did not understand what her Master could
be offering her. She thought to herself, ‘how much more of this could I take –
physically and emotionally?’ Her wrists were smarting from the restraints and
her arms felt that they lost their feeling pulled back behind her for such a
long period of time. Monique believed ‘that Julian must have shared similar
experiences with his other guests. He could not be reserving all of his passion
and energy on herself.’ Monique wondered, ‘why did Julian single her out among
the other guest?’
The other women did not share any possible encounters they
may have had with him on other occasions. Furthermore, her fellow vacation
acquaintances never spoke of any bondage and slavery that they may have been
subjected to during this island adventure.
As the two well-built men approached Monique, she found that
they wore no expressions on their faces. She thought, ‘could these men also be
the Master’s slaves?’ Monique’s curiosity of the jungle men quickly turned to
fear as they slowly came upon her, standing before her and looking right
through her with glossed over, cold eyes with blank expressions. A death-like
chill coursed through Monique’s blood when the hands of both men landed on her.
Monique jumped from the shock of aggressive hands on her, arms still bound
tightly to the wooden post.
The expressionless men touched Monique with cold hands, and
all the while Julian observed the whole action. He stood in his place not
moving or joining the men in their physical attention to Monique. To Monique,
Julian did not even look like he was moved by the spectacle with her and her
assailants. Monique knew that it would be futile to appeal to the Master for
assistance to get her out of her new plight. She resigned herself, almost
numbing her mind to what additional abuse she might be subjected to in this
muddy jungle clearing. Monique felt an overwhelming exhaustion engulf her
senses and body to a point of almost collapsing in her restricted place, yet
the bounds were keeping her immobile.
The men started to slowly and sensually massage her arms and
wrists, though they were still tied up. Again, Monique was reminded of the cold
touch of the two men’s hands in spite of the island humidity. Yet, she welcomed
the little amount of relief they offered her. Monique closed her eyes, forcing
her mind to another place while the men worked to get feeling back into her
wrists and arms.
Suddenly, she heard the clap of hands in two quick strokes
that shook her from her fainting stupor. It was Julian who was gesturing the
two men to stop their massaging, and he commanded them to move away from their
prisoner. Julian approached Monique and continued the massaging of her wrists
as the men started.
The Master broke the silence and addressed Monique, “have
you had enough, or do you wish for more?” He waited for a short moment for
Monique to respond, but she was too dazed and exhausted to volunteer much of a
verbal response.
The
Master then motioned one of his men to approach and he was instructed to
proceed to fondle and squeeze Monique’s breasts through her gauzy cotton
blouse. He then joined his servant to start squeezing and fondling her sexual
orifices. The Master’s servant was as insistent and aggressive in his
ministrations on her sexually engorged breasts as her Master was with her
vagina and anus. Then in one sudden swipe, the servant ripped open her blouse,
drenched from the rain, leaving it in tatters to expose her cream-skinned
swollen orbs and pointed nipples. He stepped aside, his eyes never leaving
Monique’s chest and gave way to the Master to drop his mouth onto one breast
teasing her nipple with his mouth, and then quickly moving to the next nipple
to suck long and hard on it. It seemed to Monique that the Master wanted his
servant to prep her breasts for him as they ballooned larger with the sexual foreplay.
All the while he kept up his momentum of his hands possessively handling her
clit, her vagina and her anus, fingers jutting in and out of her in cadence
with the rain falling on them. Monique was strangely titillated by the Master’s
two male servants standing stoic while staring at her body writhing from the
multiple sensations she experienced. How could these men not participate in the
sexual exhibition, only to stand and observe? She wondered if the men had any
feelings or reaction to what they were instructed to observe yet commanded not
to join in. Again, Monique was quickly
brought to another climax, an orgasm that was just as heightened and intense as
the earlier ones she felt by her Master.
He continued, “It seems that you need more discipline, but
I’ll give you a break right now. I’ll let you free for the time being, Monique.
Always remember that you are my slave now and when I touch your wrist, that
will tell you that it is the time to do my bidding, no matter what I ask you.”
He grabbed her wrists, untied them and proceeded to massage Monique’s
unfettered and numbed limbs. When he saw that Monique’s arms gradually got its
feeling back, he ceremoniously placed a beautifully and ornately hammered
platinum bracelet on her left wrist. He drew her wrist to his lips and kissed
it tenderly that took Monique by surprise. It was the first sign of humanness
she saw Julian show her all the while that she was tied to the post.
He whispered in her ear after kissing her wrist, “do you
understand me?”
In an abrupt and passionate gesture, Julian grabbed ahold of
Monique’s wet, tangled hair and he pulled her head back, forcing her to look
into his green eyes. He commanded huskily, “tell me ‘yes my master, I
understand, now tell me.”
Monique’s voice was shaking but she was able to utter in a
very soft voice, “yes my master.”
The Master yanked her head back again with more force and
commanded again in her ear, “yes, my master, what? You’re not finished.”
Monique made another attempt to complete the Master’s
command, “Yes, my master, I understand.” Monique dared not falter for fear of
having more pain and degradation inflicted on her. Monique’s earlier passionate
cravings slowly dissipated when the Master inflamed her with his touches and
physical demands as she was tied up on the post. The pain in her bruised wrists
surprisingly stimulated her arousal even more. The experience did not dampen
her feelings of eroticism or dissipate her passion.
The Master gestured to his male servants who massaged Monique’s
cramp wrists, and they departed from where Monique was tied up. They disappeared
together with him into the jungle, leaving Monique alone in the rain, her body
wet, bruised and broken from the exhausting, yet carnal experience on Maestro
Island. However, Monique craved more.
She whispered inaudibly, “Master, please come back to me.
Don’t leave me here.” Monique closed her eyes, sunk to the ground, her knees
bent in the sloshy mud and she passed out.
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