Chapter 18

As I sat on the edge of the pool with my legs dangling in the water and enjoying the feel of the hot sun on my body, I watched Laura swimming powerfully back and forth, her naked body carving through the crystal clear water and I thought to myself what a difference a month had made to her. True, she was still sullen and withdrawn but, physically, she was a different woman. Her body had fleshed out and her muscles were getting their tone back. Outwardly, at least, she was now as fit and healthy as anyone here on the island... not like she had been only a brief few weeks earlier when she had arrived, purchased by my boss as a slave. I recalled that day and especially the evening of the dinner party that had ended with Laura and I joined together by our clit chains as Mr Foster took her from behind, doggy style. Once he'd finished, he'd retired to bed leaving us chained together with the comment that it would give the pair of us a chance to get to know each other better.

I smiled as I thought back to that evening though it had been no laughing matter at the time. Our first problem had been to clamber off the table that Foster had been using to have sex with Laura on without wrenching our clits too much. Each of us had to alternatively move a little then pause when we felt the first, gentle tugs on our chains and then to wait while the other moved back up to her companion. As for lowering ourselves to the floor, there was no easy way to do that and, before our feet were firmly planted on terra firma, we'd gasped and yelped in pain several times. Holding on to each other's shoulders, we had side stepped down the corridor towards Laura's room and, once inside, we'd looked at each other rather embarrassed for we each needed to go to the toilet in the en-suite bathroom but since we could only pull our pussies about eighteen inches apart at the most, we just had to look away and stand with our legs apart over the toilet, with our back to the cistern while the other girl squatted over the bowl. Then it was off to bed for one of the most uncomfortable evenings I have ever spent as we had to try to sleep on our sides, each facing the other and as one drifted off to sleep and moved, the resulting jerk of the chain on our clits woke us both up again. In the end we settled for hugging each other, not for any sexual reason, but just to try to snatch some sleep without rolling apart.

When the following morning had finally arrived, we had been forced to go along to breakfast still linked together and in an effort to keep some modesty, I'd persuaded Laura to put on a buttoned blouse while I'd borrowed a second similar garment from her wardrobe. At least our top halves were decent and the tails of the blouses hung far enough down to give some cover to our bums. As for the chains, we let them protrude from the join between the two sides of the material. Needless to say, the trip back to the dining room had been a slow and harrowing one but we had made it in the end, much to the amusement of the men as we had shuffled our way into the room. After a short time the boss finally undid the padlock linking Laura and I together and we had been freed.

Snapping my attention back to the present, I watched as Laura pulled herself from the water before setting off back to the main house and her room which had been mine until her arrival had upset my little world and I had been moved to the common dormitory where the rest of the females on the island lived. And in the past fortnight I was seeing ever less of the main house than ever before as Mr Foster paid more and more attention to Laura and less to me. In the past month I'd only been summoned to his bed on three occasions while I was now not even expected to attend the nightly dinner parties unless specifically required to do so. In some ways this was a relief but it others it was very worrying.

Pulling my feet out of the water, I padded back to the dormitory where I now had a room, only to find that Haga was walking about 'inspecting' the place as he called it. In practice this meant that he got to ogle the girls when they were at their most unguarded and natural. Spotting my arrival, he closed in on me, waving the other girls in the area away - and not wishing to annoy him, they scurried out of the room rather quickly. "Afternoon, Carol," he chortled at me, running his eyes over my body. Ignoring him I tried to brush past him and get to my room but he wasn't having any of that and, grabbing hold of my wrist with his left hand, he pulled me back. "Don't you dare ignore me, bitch!" he snarled as I looked down meaningfully at his hand where he was holding on to me.

"I see the fingers are working again," I quipped referring to what had been his broken hand until I'd removed his bandages a few days earlier.

"Yes, they're fine, thanks," he answered, venom dripping from his every word. Reaching out with his right hand he cupped by jaw and tilted my head back until I was looking into his eyes. I struggled briefly then gave up knowing that I was no match for him physically and with me slowly losing more and more of the boss's favour, I could no longer bully and threaten Haga with that. Now all I could do was to suffer the indignity of him touching me while hoping that his fear - or respect - for the boss would prevent him from going too far. As we stood there in silence, he looked into my anger filled eyes for quite some time before he thrust his pelvis forward and rubbed himself against me. Even though the material of his trousers, I could feel that his cock was erect and bloated. Then, as quickly as he'd pressed himself against me, he pulled back again and, in mocking tones, he teased me that I would be his when the boss at last revoked his personal 'ownership' of me. Releasing me as I looked daggers at him, he smiled nastily then barged into a room of one of the tarts, slamming the door behind him. As I feared, this was followed by a brief, high pitched scream that turned into a sort of gurgle. Some of the other girls, braver than the the rest, re-emerged from their hiding places and we all looked sympathetically at the door for we all knew what was going on behind it...

Standing by the bar near the pool under the twinkling evening stars a few days later, I glanced up at the main house where the lights blazed in the dining room and where Laura, no doubt, was 'entertaining' Mr Foster. Drawing my attention back to the scene near to me, it was clear that this was the beginnings of a orgy. It was the birthday of one of the mechanics and everyone was using this as an excuse to get wonderfully drunk. Most of the girls that I could see here already stark naked and almost half the men were likewise undressed. From various shaking bushes in the area came the sound of either giggling or passion. Swaying slightly as I too had been drinking, I wove my way back to the bar where I helped myself to another vodka and tonic. As I turned to study the scene before me once more, I bumped into someone and, turning around to apologise, I found that it was Kevin who also appeared to have been imbibing. We smiled at each other, muttered a greeting and then fell into silence, each trying to think what to do about the void that had come between us following Mr Foster's punishment of me for getting too friendly with Kevin. But the trouble was that I genuinely liked the guard and I was lonely... I needed a friend and someone to talk with and here was Kevin, the only man whose kisses had ever made my toes curl. And judging by the way he was looking at me, he felt a similar passion too. Wordlessly, we each picked up a bottle of our choice from off the bar before we faded, unnoticed, into the blackness of the night. Once we were sure that we were alone, we linked hands and set off to find somewhere secluded to talk.

Kevin was as good a listener as he'd ever been and I was soon telling him my woes. He was clearly upset about Haga and how the man was trying to force his attentions upon me but, as Kevin pointed out, Haga was the third most powerful person in Foster's empire and if he wanted me, then there was little he or I or anyone else could do about it. The drink continued to flow and by now both of us were rather merry. Struck by a daring thought, I suggested a birthday suit swim. Kevin was a bit reluctant but I slowly persuaded him and he eventually peeled off his trunks. The wait to see what he had proved to have been worth it for his cock was long and thick so that as I stepped out of my own costume, I could feel my juices already starting to flow. 'Well, ' I thought, 'this is what happens when a girl is neglected, Foster - she gets randy!'