Chapter 11: Escape from the Island

"I'll kill the blond bitch!" Alexandra's eyed blazed with anger, although to a casual observer, the conversation between small, dark young woman and the larger, bottle-blond older one looked like nothing more than a tete-a-tete over drinks by the pool of the resort's main hotel. If they giggled occasionally, well, they were probably just comparing bedmates from the night before.

"I know how you feel, but as an officer of the law, it's my duty to advise you against it," Teresa grinned.

"But Claire's ruined my career, taken over my organization, stolen my man!" Alexandra caught her self. "I mean..."

"Don't worry, Alexandra. Everything between David and me is over. I have my own personal grudges to settle with Dr. Hillary, however. I don't appreciate her trying to turn me into an oversexed bimbo any more than you do. But right now the most important thing is to stop her from using WOPI in the ways you never dreamed."

"You're right, of course." Alexander shuddered to remember some of the things Teresa had told her. How sexually enslaved women were used as payment to grease the wheels of international terrorism and the even more terrifying attempt to plant a dominatrix-mistress in the bed of one of the holders of a key to the decaying Ukraine atomic arsenal. "We just have to find Claire's agents here and deal with them. The regular employees will do what I say."

"Well, we have one big advantage there," Teresa grinned."

"What's that?"

"They are only men." Both women giggled.

Over the next several days, a number of important men on the island - the supervisor of the telephone office, the head of the port, the air traffic controller, the Chief of Police -- received unexpected and quite pleasant visits from a sexy little brown woman they had never seen before. When the visit ended, generally late on the following day, each was very tired and knew he had a lot of explaining to do to Ms Milan. Fortunately, Alexandra had a very convincing manner of letting her wayward employees know she understood and had forgiven them.

The weekly shuttle between WOPI headquarters and the island presented more of a problem. There was no way to know exactly who would be aboard and what loyalties they had. Alexandra grinned and suggested they take no chances. When the plane landed and taxied to the tiny air terminal, passengers and crew were annoyed that some bureaucratic snafu prevented them from disembarking immediately. Fortunately the terminal could provide them with an umbilical hookup to keep the temperature bearable and the air fresh. Pretty soon the grousing stopped as a measured amount of N2O fed into the air line had everyone in a festive mood.

Although it wasn't all that hot in the plane, most of the women soon felt more comfortable stripping down to just their panties and heels and not even the Captain objected that all the air hostesses followed the custom of the moment. It would have been rather hypocritical of him to have done so. He had his hands on the hips of the forty-ish purser who sitting in his lap, his mouth licking her oversize breasts and his prick buried deep in her pussy.

Although the number of male passengers outnumbered the women, no one made a fuss since the women were all willing to entertain one man with a blowjob while riding another. The only difficulty arose when all the men had been fucked as many times as they were capable of and they were snoring. This left the women, especially a few of the older ones who were just getting started, rather frustrated. But they, too, were getting pretty sleepy by then. When the main door was finally opened, only one woman was not happily snoozing with her face between the thighs of a pretty partner who was returning the favor. The exception was the purser who had never made it out of the pilot's cabin, having fallen asleep in the saddle.

The coordinated takeover of WOPI headquarters went as smoothly as the changing of the guard at Buckingham Palace. Alexandra was back from "vacation" to give instructions to the loyal employees and there were plenty of NASO operatives to take care of the rather few rogues in Claire's operation. The only real problem was what to do with the culprits without calling attention to NASO.

Rutherford didn't like the idea, but Teresa's logic was unassailable; Women of Power, International as an organization, with Alexandra as it's head had to continue. Teresa assured him that Alexandra, having been a victim of eroto-hypnotism herself would never dabble in mind control again. The captives who had merely had their attitudes toward women changed were sent home to very pleased wives and girlfriends, as earlier captives had been, with no memory of their abduction. A few had to be de-programmed to remove their devotion to WOPI as an organization. The women slaves were found and rehabilitated. David was sent to a facility to undo his enslavement to Claire herself.

Most of the WOPI dommes were relatively innocent, as Alexandra had been, and were rather frightened to learn that their organization had been partly taken over and used as it had been. Deep conditioning to try to remove their ability to manipulate minds was considered, but rejected as impractical. As someone pointed out, you can never forget how to ride a bicycle. Most were more than happy not to be facing criminal charges and to accept help finding work as psychologists, marriage counselors, and the like.

That left Claire and the core of her supporters. Everyone agreed that they should be put away where they could never cause trouble again. The trouble was where? They could not be indicted and tried without compromising secrecy. As usual Teresa came up with an idea that Rutherford totally opposed. To persuade him she required a very long session in his office with the door closed. He had been right about his inability to resist her if she put her mind to it.

Six weeks later:

"What do you mean you "got me" a full disability pension, Teresa. I don't WANT a pension. I'm a damn good NASO operative." David was not happy as he sat on the bed of in his room of the secret NASO psychological clinic.

Teresa patted his hand reassuringly. "I think so, too, David, but the psych boys say a vulnerability like yours to female domination can never be totally overcome. But look at it this way. You're a brilliant thirty-five with a lifetime annual income in the six figures. You can do anything you want: write, teach, start your own security consulting firm."

"Just as long as it can be done from home," declared a feminine voice from the door.

"Alexandra!" David looked up in surprise. "What are you talking about?" Teresa smiled and said nothing.

"I've gotten the tests back. Seems Claire's plan to get me pregnant on the island was unsuccessful," Alexandra grinned and sat down on the bed by David.

Now it was Teresa's turn to laugh. "Yeah, and I guess that's a beach ball you're hiding under your dress?"

Alexandra just beamed. "No. Claire's switching my pills for placebos was quite effective in getting me knocked up alright. It just happened BEFORE I went to the island. Guess who the father is?" Her voice grew softer and she took David's hand and looked deeply into his eyes.

Alexandra was beaming at David and Teresa turned to gape as well. The shocked man could only sputter. "But... but I couldn't... I didn't... I..."

"You could and you did, sweetheart," Alexandra chuckled, placing her lover's hand on her protruding tummy. "The way I had you doing me before Claire took you away, you could have me pregnant with triplets -- instead of just twins!" David just looked at her speechless "I would have told you sooner, but you were not allowed to have visitors. So, would you like to come live with this big old girl you 'got in trouble?'" She kissed him deeply before he could answer.

David looked at her and paused. A rush of images and emotions flooded over him as she smiled expectantly. "Yes, but on my terms," he replied seriously.

Alexandra' face fell, but she persisted. "Anything, darling. I'll even give up WOPI if you ask me to."

"No, I want you to continue with WOPI. I'm proud of the way you've re-oriented the organization. I don't want to interfere with your professional life - too much" he grinned.

"Then what?" she asked from curiosity and a little apprehension. Had she misjudged him? Maybe all the conditioning and de-conditioning had changed him. Or he bore her a grudge for what he had been through. She could hardly blame him.