Island of Desire

I struggled to act calm as I sat before the desk. The resort director didn't flinch as he read through my filled-out questionnaire. Surely I wasn’t the first woman to come to his Island of Desire seeking something other than romance.

I was concerned when the first page of questions related to the type of man (or woman) I desired, down to skin color, height, weight, and hair color. It seemed irrelevant to me when my secret fantasy always took place within the darkness of my mind. There were no faces, no skin color, no perfectly straight teeth, just my own resistance against the force of the man, or sometimes men, raping me.

But the second page listed over seventy words describing everything from exhibitionism to voyeurism, heterosexual to homosexual, and golden showers to enemas. I checked all that applied when asked what turned me on: bondage, deep penetration, dominance, fellatio, gang bang, heterosexual, oral sex, rape, rough play, and spanking. I was relieved to see that I could also list my pain preference on a scale of one to five, with five being the highest. I had checked two.

He looked up at me briefly and smiled before turning to the second page. Realizing I could no longer watch his expression as he read through my desires, I dropped my eyes down to his nameplate on the desk. Jason Miller, Director. I traced the outline of each letter with my eyes and waited until he finally turned the papers over on his desk and cleared his throat.

"Well, Miranda, I see why you’ve come to our Island of Desire." I looked up and met his eyes without speaking. "Your tastes are somewhat difficult to fulfill in most civilized cultures."

I looked down at my lap. As if reading my mind, he continued.

"You don’t need to feel embarrassed. We have many women, and men, with similar profiles to the one I see here for you."

"Really?" I looked up, feeling hopeful.

"Yes, and I have to be honest when I tell you that we’ve had varied success on actually fulfilling their desires."

"Why?"

"Miranda," he sighed, leaning forward on his arms, "like you, most of them thought having their dark desires realized would be an incredible turn on. Worth paying the large sum of money you have paid to come here. But in their minds, they were in control of their fantasy, even though their fantasy was to be out of control. Do you understand what I’m saying?"

"I don’t think so…"

"When we helped them to realized their desire, it wasn’t always a pleasant outcome."

"What do you mean? Were they hurt?"

"Only if they asked to be hurt," assured Jason. "What I am saying is that I have learned that in order to assure that you leave here having your desires met, it is important that you clearly state what your desires are." He turned the papers over and rescanned the list.

"Tell me what you think a pain threshold of two is."

I hadn’t really thought about what it meant. I just didn’t want to look like a wimp and put down one. I shrugged my shoulder and smiled. "I guess I’m not sure."

"So you see, Miranda, if you’re not sure, how can I be sure?"

"I see your point."

"Do you think you would be crying at a pain threshold of two?" he asked.

"Possibly." I looked down at my skirt, away from his eyes. "Towards the end, when I couldn’t fight any more. I don’t want to be hurt."

"Just taken without your permission." I looked up and met his stare. The reality of his words hit me as if he had slapped me himself.

"Yes."

"And you don’t want to be hurt, but you do expect a rough fight against your perpetrator."

I nodded my head yes and stared at his nameplate again. I felt exhausted, as if I had already fought the battle, and wondered if it was still what I wanted. Maybe voicing it was enough. Jason opened up another folder and sifted through some papers.

"It appears all your medical records are in order. Everything looks fine."

All visitors to the island had to undergo a thorough test for sexually transmitted diseases, including AIDs. It was one less thing I had to worry about with my requested desire.

"Well, Miranda, I want you to sleep on this tonight and make sure you really want to go ahead."

"Okay." I sighed, feeling a sense of relief.

"If you want to change your mind and ask for something else, please come and see me in the morning. If I don’t hear from you, and if you don’t check out, I will assume that we are moving ahead with your request. Agreed?"

"Yes, that’s fine," I answered, standing from the chair. "I appreciate your help."

He smiled and came around the desk to walk me to the door. "I want to ensure I have happy customers. Then they return."

I walked back along the path to my cottage and thought about what we had discussed. Maybe I was being naïve thinking that I would be as turned on to live out my fantasy. I wondered about the others who had gone away unhappy. What if I expected it to be different like they did?

I decided to have dinner in my room and spent the evening on the patio watching the sun set across the ocean. The Caribbean Island was tucked so far away from civilization that when darkness came, no city lights intruded on the spectacular display of stars. As I finished a second glass of wine, I thought about what a perfect setting it was for my fantasy. My cottage was at the end of the row that stopped at the untamed brush. There was no fence around my patio, and only a few path lights leading towards the other cottages and the main lodge.

My heart began to beat faster as I looked toward the dark area of the bushes. What if they sent him tonight? What if the option to sleep on it was just a disguise to throw me off guard? As if to tempt the gods, I lifted my sun dress slipped my fingers inside my panties, feeling the reassuring wetness between my legs. I closed my eyes, and rubbed my clit, daring him to dart from the bushes and take me.

I imagined him in the bushes watching me as I masturbated. I fantasized how he would come and drag me inside and gag me so that no other guests would hear my cries. Then he would tie me to the bed, face down, and fuck me hard from behind, grunting heavily into the back of my neck like an animal. His cock would be thick and long and so hard that I would come over and over again, like I was coming all over my hand.

I licked my fingers and sighed, realizing that my fantasy would have to wait another day. Perhaps it was the orgasm or the long hours of traveling to the island that sealed my slumber that night. I awoke to the sunlight and birds singing in the trees outside my window.

Deciding to eat breakfast at the lodge, I quickly showered and put on a short dress, and headed down the path. As I neared the lodge, I glanced toward the office and realized I had decided to leave my request the way it was. If it meant I didn't get any sleep all week, so be it.

The hostess sat me at a table with another couple, insisting that Jason encouraged their guests to mingle. The couple appeared to be in their forties, and by their dress and jewelry, quite wealthy. As she made the introductions, my mind raced at what I would say if they asked me what my island desire was. I decided to set a precedent and not ask.

"So how long have you been here?" asked the husband, Paul.

"I just arrived yesterday."

"This is our third day," explained Ellen, his wife, waving her fork around like a baton. "It’s just gorgeous here."

"Your accent sounds like the East Coast."

"Boston," confirmed Paul. "No hiding it."

I smiled and gave the waitress my order.

"What are you going to do today?" asked Ellen. "There’s so many things to pick from."

"Gosh, I’m not really sure. I haven’t even had a chance to look around."

Paul pushed a piece of paper toward me while he sipped his coffee. "They brought us this with our food. It’s a list of activities for the day."

"We’re thinking about the snorkeling trip over to the next island." Ellen pointed to the description on the paper. "If the boat isn’t already full."

"Wow, they really have a lot of things to do here." I scanned the list of fishing, hiking, kayaking, snorkeling, or dance lessons. Snorkeling sounded like the most fun. "Where do you sign up?"

Ellen pointed to the hostess. "She said that we could let her know and she would call our names in, but that if we were going on the snorkeling trip, we would have to be ready to leave in twenty minutes."

"Oh gosh," I said, looking at my watch. "That’s awfully soon. I haven't even unpacked yet."

"Aren’t you on vacation?" teased Paul.

The waitress came by with my toast and scrambled eggs and was joined by the hostess who reported on the status of the snorkeling boat.

"Well, the first boat is full and they’re about to go out. But they said if there was enough interest, they would charter another boat from the island to take you out."

"What constitutes as enough interest?" asked Paul.

"He said at least three," explained the hostess. "Do you three want to go out?"

Paul and Ellen looked at me with hopeful eyes.

I shrugged my shoulders and agreed. "Why not?"

"Okay, I’ll let them know," said the hostess, heading toward the front of the lodge.

"Oh this will be so much fun," squealed Ellen. "I’ve heard the snorkeling is spectacular here."

"I won’t know whether to watch the fish or your ass in that bikini," teased Paul.

"Oh, you!" She blushed and tapped him on the arm affectionately.

"Sorry," he said, winking at me. "It’s been a long, cold winter in Boston."

"That’s okay," I assured him. "You’re on vacation."

I finished my breakfast while I listened to them talk about their family business, his children who lived with his first wife, and her short-lived career on Broadway in New York. They were so different from the West Coast people I was used to being around that I found them entertaining. When the hostess came by and informed us that we were to meet the charter boat at the dock in twenty minutes, we said our good-byes and hurried toward our cottages.

By the time I changed into my suit, put on my sun hat, and threw a towel, lotion, and camera into a bag, I was running to make it to the dock on time. Paul and Ellen were already relaxing on the deck of the boat when I arrived.

"There she is," waved Ellen as I approached. She looked great in her bikini.

The owner of the boat reached for my hand as I climbed aboard. He did not appear to fraternize with the guests, but turned to untie the ropes as I sat down next to Ellen.

"I've never sailed before," mentioned Ellen. "Have you?"

"Yes, a few times," I explained. "But not on the ocean. Only on lakes."

Paul moved to the front as the owner moved to the back and started the motor to take the boat out of the harbor. Ellen leaned over and whispered in my ear.

"The Captain's kind of cute, huh?" She nodded toward the back of the boat.

"He’s okay," I admitted. I didn’t want to tell her that blonde men didn’t really grab me.

We noticed him watching us and stifled our conversation. When he had motored out a fair distance, he turned it off and put up the sails with the help of Paul. Within moments we were grabbing the rails with white knuckles as the wind took the boat out to the ocean. It took about 30 minutes before we started to see the island we were heading for. As we got closer, the owner headed toward a fishing boat anchored in a horse-shoed cove.

"It looks beautiful," said Ellen, smiling with excitement.

"I can’t believe how blue the water is," I agreed.

The boat owner called for Paul to help him drop one of the sails. The second, smaller sail flopped helplessly for a moment. I wondered if he had taken us as far into the cove as he was planning.

"That boat has a red flag up," explained Paul when he came to the back of the boat. "That means they’re having engine problems."

"Oh," said Ellen, looking more concerned.

"I think he’s going to motor up and see if they need help," continued Paul, sitting down next to Ellen. The boat started to lean to the side with the three of us sitting together, so I moved up front.

As our boat neared, Paul stood at the railing to help catch the ropes the other crew was waiting to throw over. I was surprised that there was no conversation going on between the boat owners. They didn’t look like tourists. All four were dressed in shorts and sleeveless T-shirts like the island men wore and they were all olive-skinned with dark hair. Finally Paul spoke up as one of the men threw him a line.

"Are you guys having engine problems?"

"Yes, the damn thing just crapped out on us," said the biggest man throwing another line to him. The owner of our boat cut his engine as the two boats neared each other. Paul secured the ropes, holding the two boats side by side.

"Anyone here know anything about engines?" asked the big guy, looking at the owner of our boat.

"I’ll take a look." He didn’t seem very happy about the situation, but then he hadn’t been that happy about anything so far. He climbed over the roped and boarded their vessel, following the big guy down below.

The two other members from their boat climbed over the ropes onto our deck without an invitation. I had just realized the oddity of it all when once on board their intentions became more obvious. They quickly grabbed Paul and drug him over to the side and handcuffed him to one of the railings. Ellen was screaming and kicking one of them on the back of his thigh. He turned and flashed a switchblade at her, and she backed up next to me.

I stood frozen, watching the scene that was making no sense. If this was my abduction request, why were these other innocent people involved? Why was it happening now?

After securing Paul, the two men drug Ellen to the side and handcuffed her to the railing next to Paul.

"We'll put her right here you can watch us fuck her," laughed one of them.

Paul yelled for the boat owner to come and help, but only the big man returned to the deck.

"I'm afraid he's been detained," he laughed. "Are they all secured?"

"Yes," confirmed the guys, as they took the big diamond rings off of Ellen's fingers and went through Paul’s wallet. They threw them all into a bag and tossed them to the big guy who climbed onto our boat. One of them came toward me and the other started ripping Ellen’s bikini off of her as she screamed.

"Leave my wife alone!" yelled Paul, as the big guy started to gag him. It was too late. The other guy was already grabbing her ass and unzipping his pants.

"Are you carrying any valuables in here?" whispered the man with the knife whom had come toward me. He slowly moved it under my top and cut it open. I let out a gasp in shock and tried to jump away, but he held my arm securely.

"Take her down below and look through the cabin," said the big guy handing him the bag of jewelry. "I’m going to help our friend here with the rich lady." He snickered and looked at my breasts. "Maybe when I’m done, I’ll come and help you with this young thing."

"Let’s go," pushed the man behind me. We moved toward the ladder to the cabin below. I stopped and looked over at Ellen who was screaming. It almost sounded like she was enjoying it.

"Move!" yelled the man behind me, giving me a hard push. I caught myself on the railing to keep from falling down the hole. I had barely reached the bottom before he jumped down behind me and threw me onto a narrow bunk at the back of the cabin. In one swift movement, he threw the bag of jewels to the side and pulled off his shorts. Even in a half erect state, his cock was larger than any I had ever had.

"I think you’ve got the only goodies I want," he growled, grabbing my leg and pulling it to the side.

"Leave me alone!" I spat, kicking away from him.

"Oh, the kitten wants to fight," he laughed, grabbing my arm forcibly and pinning it behind me. He held it so tightly that I knew it would bruise quickly.

"Let me go," I screamed, fighting against him as he pushed my face down into the mattress. I kicked and fought against him as he threw his weight on top of me.

"I should just cuff you, you little bitch," he growled into the back of my neck. "But I get really hard when a woman fights me like this."

"No!" I yelled, as he managed to wedge himself between my legs.

"Uh oh," he laughed, holding himself down against my shoulders. "I think you just lost."

I fought harder against him, and as he pressed my face down into the mattress, I realized that this was my fantasy being realized. This was the way I had imagined feeling when it happened. As much as I fought against him, I wanted him to take me. I felt it then. His cock threatening between my legs.

"No!" I begged. But I screamed to deaf ears as his cock ripped into me.

"Oh fuck!" he groaned, slamming it in again. I continued to fight against him, which only seemed to make him fuck me harder.

"Yeah, fight me, bitch," he growled, slamming his cock in deeper. "I like to play rough."

His arm was in front of me as he held my hands above my head. I leaned my mouth over and bit him hard on the forearm.

"Ow!" he spat, slapping me against the back of my head. "Shit you bitch!" When he grabbed his arm, I managed to buck him off of me and he started to fall off the bunk.

"Can’t you handle her?" laughed the big man, coming down the ladder. He was already naked and his cock was rigid in front of him.

"She wants to put up a fight," he said, grabbing my hair and twisting it back until I screamed in pain.

"Maybe we’ll just have to give her one. Hold her head."

He pulled my ass up until I was on my knees. When I didn’t spread my legs he slapped my ass hard. I tried to pull away, but the other man pulled my hair tight and held my head with his other hand.

"You’ll realize I was being nice when this guy is done with you," he hissed. "Now suck my cock like a good girl… and don’t get any cute ideas. If you hurt me again, I’m getting my knife back out."

He pushed his cock against my lips. The taste of my own juices aroused me as swallowed him. I was still squirming to get away from the cock behind me, but another stinging slap on my ass barely fazed me as he buried his cock in my pussy.

"That’s right, suck it," hissed the man pulling my hair. He pushed my head down further on his cock until I started to gag and then pulled it back up. "Yeah, just like that," he groaned, pushing my mouth over his cock again.

The big guy pulled his cock out of my pussy and slid his hand around in my juices. I couldn't believe how wet I was. He spread the juices over my anus and then press the head of his cock inside. I had never had anal sex, and although it was part of my fantasy, I was scared. He slowly pressed his cock in until it was all the way up my ass. The pain was almost unbearable at first, but lessened as he continued. I sat very still, not wanting to fight against his hard cock.

"Well that seemed to quiet her down," he laughed, fucking my ass. "Is that what you wanted, bitch. A big cock up your ass?" He reached beneath me and rubbed his fingers over my clit. I whimpered as he fucked me, still choking on the cock in my mouth.

"Suck it, bitch," growled the man, grabbing his cock and jerking the shaft. "Swallow it… it’s coming…"

I tried to move my mouth away, but he pushed my head down into his lap as he came. I thought I was going to gag as his come hit the back of my throat over and over again and I couldn’t get my air or swallow with his cock in my mouth. Finally he pulled my head back and gave me air.

"I think you liked that," he sneered, rubbing his cock over my face, the smearing the sticky semen over my nose and cheeks. I started to cry, realizing that what he said was true. I had loved it.

"Yeah, she likes this big cock up her ass too," groaned the man behind me. "How about a hot load up your ass, baby?" He grabbed my hips tighter and with short, quick thrusts, came inside me, vocalizing only a few deep-throated grunts. When he pulled out his cock, he let me collapse on the bunk. The man in front released my hair and they both headed toward the ladder.

"Leave her here," said big man, taking the bag of jewelry with him. "We might not be done with her yet."

I continued to sob into the mattress, releasing all the emotions that I felt. I wasn’t upset about what had happened. I had asked for it. It was more of a release of finally experiencing the powerlessness that excited me. I had finally experienced what if felt like to have no control. It frightened and yet excited me to want it, and it felt good to cry and let it all go.

The boat was rocking from the movement of people getting on or off. I stayed below and waited, wondering if the other guy would come down and take me. When I heard the engine start on the other boat, I sat up on the bunk and listened. The other boat sped away and I waited another few moments while the boat rocked from its waves. There was movement up on top, and soon Ellen appeared at the ladder.

"Miranda?" she called, coming down the ladder. She was still naked and looked visibly shaken. "Are you okay?"

"Yes," I assured her, getting up to help her down the stairs. She saw my tear-stained face and bit her lip.

"Oh you poor dear," she sighed. "I’m so sorry. This is all our fault."

"What do you mean?" I was the one feeling like I was to blame for their misfortune.

She opened a closet door and looked around until she found a couple of large, men’s shirts. She pulled one out for each of us. I put mine on as she continued to explain.

"Well, this was kind of… Paul’s fantasy… and mine. To have robbers… take me while he watched. We never suspected it would happen out here… today… with you here with us."

"Oh my God," I sighed. "I don’t believe it."

"I can’t tell you how sorry we are that this happened to you too. We feel just awful about it."

"No," I interrupted. "It was my fantasy too. I thought you were the innocent bystanders."

She looked at me in shock. "You’re kidding?"

I looked down, almost embarrassed, and shook my head. "No."

She hugged me and laughed out loud. "Good Lord, what a group we are.

I felt the boat start moving and looked up the hatch.

"Paul’s going to get us back to the island. He says he thought it was a straight shot across."

"Where’s the guy who owns the boat?" I asked.

"They took him," explained Ellen. "I hope this was all planned by someone. I don’t want to be responsible for this guy’s boat." She turned and headed toward the ladder. "I’m going to go up and help Paul. Do you want to stay down here?"

"Yes, I think I’ll just be alone for awhile. This was all pretty intense."

"Yes, it was." She looked far away for a moment, then turned back to me. "Can I ask you… was it as good as you had hoped for?"

"I don’t know," I said honestly. "It was different than I had imagined… more in some ways, less in others. It’s hard to explain." I didn't feel like telling her that my fantasy always ended in me having an orgasm. In reality, that didn't happen.

"Yes, I know what you mean. Paul and I have a lot to talk about." She turned and went back up the ladder.

I lay back down on the bunk and dozed off to the rocking motion of the boat. It wasn’t until I felt a hand shaking me that I awoke.

"Miranda?" It was Jason patting my hand. "You’re back at the dock."

"Oh… hi… I guess I fell asleep."

"I’m glad you could rest," he said smiling and helping me to sit. "I trust you are not harmed?"

"No… no… I’m fine." I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and then looked at him. There was a silent exchange and then I continued. "Thank you."

"I’m glad we could assist." He reached over and handed me one of my dresses. "Why don’t you change and I’ll take you back to your cottage?"

"OK. Thanks."

"Will you be staying on with us a few more days?" he asked, turning toward the ladder.

"Well, actually… I was wondering if I could arrange another contract before I go."

He looked surprised for a moment and then smiled. "I’m sure we would try to accommodate you. What did you have in mind?"

"I was wondering if you could have some of those guys break into my cottage tonight while I’m sleeping."

"You see?" he said, going up the ladder. "A happy customer always comes back."