Chapter 10

It was hot stood out on the heliport pad waiting for the chopper to arrive to take me over to the mainland. This was my monthly chance to escape from the monotony and routine of the island where sunbathing and swimming rapidly lost their appeal after several months of incarceration. Not that the small town that we traded with held much in the way of sophistication but at least it had a beauty salon with attached hairdresser, a few clothes shops and a semi-decent restaurant. I was dressed in a thin white blouse matched to a deep red mini skirt and some sandals in the same colour. Underneath I was wearing a nice white bra... and a metal chastity belt! Behind me stood two of Mr Foster's most trusted guards who had been instructed to follow me everywhere, one of whom was Kevin which was, at least, some consolation. When these new arrangements had been announced this morning over breakfast, I'd naturally protested pointing out that none of this guarding and chastity belting lark had been necessary on my previous trips to the town. Mr Foster almost leap out of his chair in anger as he rounded on me with such ferocity that even Haga and Cunningham stopped eating and looked shocked. By training it's true that I'm a nurse and though I've never worked with the mentally ill, I have to say that Mr Foster's recent behaviour and his changes in attitude and temperament were beginning to concern me. Striding purposely over to where I was sitting, he physically hauled me out of my chair and then, to my horror, in front of the other two men and a confused waiter stood by the kitchen entrance, he pulled down my skirt so that it came to rest on the floor around my ankles before literally ripping off my panties leaving me exposed from the waist down. "Don't you move, you slut!" he yelled at me.

Terrified at his behaviour, I stood stock still as he crossed over to a cabinet from which he pulled out the chastity belt. Returning to me he roughly forced it on before locking me in as I stood there, sobbing gently. "Pull your skirt back up, you tart, then get going. Now you're ready to go!"

I had hurried from the room, the metal edges of the belt cutting into my flesh and not letting me forget it was there. My guards were waiting for me outside the dining room and as I hurried away, they fell in behind me, Kevin looking concerned when he saw my tear streaked face...

The sound of the helicopter moving in to land jolted me out of my recollections and I turned my head away to avoid dust cloud that the whirring blades inevitably kicked up. As the engine slowed down and the artificial storm subsided I looked up just in time to see an elegant white woman in a pale green two piece suit step out of the chopper and look briefly around her before a man clambered out too and, taking her elbow in his hand, started to lead her towards the main house. Flabbergasted at this, I could only turn and watch the pair walking along the path. Then Kevin gently nudged me towards the helicopter and, taking the hint, I moved forward and climbed aboard, taking my place and fastening my seatbelt in preparation for the short flight.

All day on the mainland I fretted about the woman in the green suit; it seemed rather more than a coincidence that on the one day a month that I was to be off the island, the first white female visitor flies in. In my imagination she was could only have been there for one reason and while I have no emotional ties to Mr Foster, I am more than aware that if I ever fall totally out of his sexual favour, there are others waiting to take advantage of me and I don't have the option of saying 'no' to these lustful males.

At the beauty salon they soon spotted that there was something wrong and our usually cheerful conversation quickly dried up. At lunch I only toyed with my food and drank far too much instead. This gave me a problem an hour or so later when I had to relieve myself through the wire mesh front of the belt, a messy and rather disgusting experience. In the clothes stores afterwards I just couldn't concentrate and nothing seems to attract me but I needed to spend some money if only as therapy and, in the end, I blew several hundred dollars of Mr Foster's money on a couple of totally unsuitable outfits that just weren't me at all.

In the late afternoon, as the three of us walked towards the clearing that served as a heliport here, an eager young white man who lacked the usual suntan that all us long-termers here have, headed our way, waving his hand and calling, "Miss! Miss, excuse me - a minute of your time?"

The guards reacted instinctually with Kevin grabbing me and hustling me towards the chopper while his mate rushed over and intercepted the approaching man before doing a great job of blocking him totally. As the helicopter lifted off, I could see the pair still arguing below us. "Any idea who that was?" I asked Kevin.

"No idea," he shrugged. "But you can bet that he's trouble."

"And what about your mate?"

"Well, there'll be one more flight back here from the island tonight but it'll be too dark after that for a return trip. He'll just have to check into a hotel for the night and take the first chopper back in the morning."

"Oh," I muttered settling back into my seat.

"Are you alright, Carol?" Kevin asked, concern sounding in his tone. "You seem a little distant today."

I snorted gently and apologised. "It's nothing you can help with, Kevin. But thanks for asking anyway."

"My pleasure. And if there is ever anything I can do, just ask, okay?"

I smiled wanly and nodded before returning to my thoughts.

As the chopper sank down towards the pad on the island, I could see the figures of the woman in green and her minder (or manager or pimp or whatever) standing and waiting. My apprehension for my future grew but as I walked away from the helicopter with a shopping bag in each hand and approached the pair I couldn't help but smirk for she was no longer looking as immaculately elegant as she had a few hours previously. Her suit was rumpled and dirty, her hair a half sorted mess and she sported a crackingly black right eye. I couldn't resist the temptation. "Really had to work for your money, did you?"

"Up yours, bitch!" she snarled back angrily as her pimp glared at me. Giving a light laugh the I didn't altogether feel, I continued on towards the main house while Kevin peeled off to report in to his immediate boss, Fred Cunningham, whom he had spotted waiting in the shade of a palm tree at the side of the path.

Pushing the front door open, I entered the building and called out to inform Mr Foster that I had returned but I received no answer. Shrugging my shoulders I set off down the corridor towards by bedroom only to find Mr Haga coming the other way. Moving to one side of the corridor and expecting him to do the same, I was rather surprised, to say the least, when he closed in on me instead and, placing one hand onto each of my shoulders, he pushed me against the wall. "What do you think you're doing?" I demanded, amazed at his behaviour.

Lowering his face close to mine so that I could smell the stale whisky already on his breath despite the early hour, he leered at me and slurred, "Getting worried yet, bitch? Already he's flying expensive whores in from the States for his private use." Next thing I knew, he slipped his hand under my skirt and placed it over my pussy and, for the first time, I was glad that I still had that chastity belt on. "That boob job he's talking about might delay the inevitable, but eventually this'll be mine..."