Chapter 24

Three days later she received a phone call from the same male voice as before. She was to pack only an overnight bag and, in one week, come to the same area of the airport as before. A quick visit to the university and Chris agreed to keep an eye on the trailer, even rent it out if possible while she was gone. He was naturally inquisitive and suspected his mother was going to be engaging in some nefarious activity, but she assured him it was not related to anything illegal. This was technically true since the island was privately owned and the owners could set their own laws.

Chris bribed his roommate to vacate for a couple of hours and the two of them enjoyed a last tryst together. Before she left, Marsha was insistent that Chris begin dating, but he was just as adamant that he would wait for her return and intended to marry her as per their agreement.

"A whole year without any intimacy," she kidded. "Then three more years before you graduate."

"You're worth the wait," he said smiling.

Marsha felt a warm glow descend over her. It had been a long time since someone had complimented her like that.

"I can write and then there's e-mail so we won't be totally out of touch."

"I'll look forward to hearing from you and that you are okay."

"I'll get word to you as soon as we land," she assured him.

With that there was a tight embrace, a lingering passionate kiss and Marsha, reluctantly, bid him good-bye.

Once at the airport she was again met and escorted to a private jet, but the pilot and copilot were not the same as before. She was helped to her seat and belted in. Turning, she noticed two other passengers, both men. They nodded silently and smiled as did Marsha.

As the plane leveled out and the seat belt sign was extinguished, the copilot appeared and stopped when Marsha flagged him down.

"Uh, who are the two gentlemen?"

"They are Masters, also on their way to the island."

"Should I... ?" asked Marsha, unsure as to protocol.

"I think they would be disappointed if you didn't," smiled the copilot who checked on the two men then disappeared into the cockpit.

Marsha, still a bit unsure, rose and walked back to where the two were seated.

"Excuse me, gentlemen, but I'm told you are Masters."

"That's correct," smiled the middle aged, gray haired man seated on the aisle.

"I ... I'm sort of new to this. I'm on my way to the island to begin my contract. If you'd like, I'd be happy to..."

"Invitation accepted, " grinned the thirtyish man in the three piece suit.

Although a different plane, the interior was very much like the previous plane on which Marsha had "auditioned." She walked to the area near the center table and proceeded to perform a sultry striptease. But she was only down to stockings and heels before the younger man had her face down across the table and was into her. The older man walked to the other side of the small table and Marsha knew what was expected. As the younger man pounded her from behind she unzipped the gray haired man's pants and proceeded to provide oral satisfaction.

The two men orgasmed within seconds of each other and then proceeded to trade places. It was then that the copilot reappeared and Marsha actually felt a pang of embarrassment as the copilot proceeded to the rear of the plane, checked on something and returned to the cockpit, walking right by where the two men were enjoying her. They paid no attention at all. It was for them, as if the copilot did not exist, so Marsha too decided to ignore his presence. She could not resist looking up once however to see him staring at the threesome, especially Marsha as each thrust filled her mouth and nest. Their eyes met and it was he who turned away, seemingly embarrassed to be intruding on such intimacy. He turned and left and the mini-orgy continued.

With a layover for refueling in Miami, the flight took some nine hours. Both men partook of her treasures several times during that time and she found herself passed back and forth from one to the other until it was time for another simultaneous front and rear job.

When they finally landed on the small island strip, both men joked that they were already as satisfied as they expected to be over the entire weekend. Marsha knew it was meant as a compliment, yet it still stung her to think of herself as a prostitute. Oh, of course, this was a radically different setting and her clientele only the most wealthy and she would live rather luxuriously between "clients," but strip away the accouterments and she was nothing but a call girl, providing sex to complete strangers.

Also in the back of her mind was Chris, his education and their future. She needed this money badly. When added to some modest loans she had secured, her savings would just pay for his first year of college. Beyond that it would be hopeless without the money from the contract. So as the plane taxied to a stop, she grabbed her overnight bag and walked into the bright Caribbean sunshine.

Two beautiful women, both in their late twenties and both tastefully but provocatively dressed, stood at the bottom of the stairway.

"Hi, I'm Brittani and this is Kim," said the blonde. "You must be Marsha."

"Yes, I'm pleased to meet you. I wasn't expecting a welcoming committee," smiled Marsha.

"Well, we are a welcoming committee -- but not for you," chuckled Kim, looking to the top of the stairs as the two men Marsha had entertained on the flight stepped out, smiled and descended the stairs.

The five got in the waiting limo for the short drive to the villa, itself beautiful, but the scenery was simply breathtaking. As the limo drove up the mountain road, vistas of the beach and the lush vegetation filled Marsha's eyes and imagination. As a girl she had often dreamed of being carried off to a tropical island by a handsome prince. There might not be any prince but the island more than lived up to her fantasy.

The Limo pulled through the gate and stopped at the front steps.

"Juan will help you get settled in. We'll see you a little later," said Brittani smiling broadly and taking the arm of one of the men while KIm took the arm of the other and they walked toward a fountain in the courtyard.

A small dark latino took her bag and showed her to a suite which she would share with Brittani and Kim. It was not extravagant, but quite roomy and richly furnished.

"Dinner is at eight. Through the foyer and to your right. You will find clothes in that closet and that dresser. Your own clothes are never to be worn here," he said, still carrying her overnight bag. "This will be returned when you leave the island."

"Are there other guests here besides the gentlemen who flew in with me?"

"Yes. Mrs. Himmel. She arrived yesterday. Since Brittani and Kim will be otherwise occupied this evening, you shall be entertaining Mrs. Himmel."

"Anything I should know? I mean, to pleasure her?"

"She is refined and demanding. Wear a thong but no bra. You will find she also likes the whip."

"The whip?"

He smiled knowingly.

"You will find out soon enough."

And with that he was gone.

Marsha spent the rest of the afternoon exploring the villa and grounds. There were apparently three groundskeepers, a maid and cook. All were civil but not overly friendly, like Juan. They were the hired help and knew it. They also knew what Brittani, Kim and Marsha were as well and while keeping their tongues, obviously did not approve. Marsha took a walk around the grounds marveling the entire time at the scenic beauty of the island. Only two miles wide by three long, the island nevertheless sported an array of nature's diversity. A small waterfall only three hundred feet from the house, dropped some fifty feet forming a gorgeous pool bounded by an assortment of tropical trees and plants. From the top of the hill Marsha could see the entire island, the villa, the small airstrip and the dazzling beaches which surrounded the entire island.

Returning to the suite she perused the outfits in both closet and dresser. All were daring and provocative. As the afternoon passed into evening, Marsha bathed, chose a strapless black form fitting dress of an elastic material which hugged her every contour. Black patterned stockings and matching heels completed the outfit. Although there were some revealing bras and several different kinds of panties, Marsha remembered what Juan had told her. She selected only a string thong which was hard to tell she even had on once its skimpy strings settled into her crotch and rear. A dash of perfume and she was off to dinner.

The two men, Kim and Brittani were already seated as Marsha entered. They were introduced and Marsha took a seat. There was some small talk until the men rose when a much older woman in her sixties made her entrance. She was dressed in evening gown and auspicious jewelry which did little to hide the fact that she was a singularly unattractive woman. Her nose was sharp, her face angular and her eyes hard and strict. Perhaps as a younger woman she might have had some redeeming features in hr face but, if that were the case, they had long since disappeared.

She sat at the head of the table and surveyed the assemblage quietly as the sumptuous dinner was served.

Afterward as they all were enjoying a glass of after-dinner wine, the old woman spoke up.

"You, your name," she said to Marsha in a German accent and manner which revealed she was quite used to getting things her way.

"Marsha," replied the newcomer.

"You're a bit older than the others. Hmmmm," she continued looking Marsha up and down, "ever been whipped?"

Marsha looked to the others but they simply smiled.

"I ... no, never."

"Good. Come to my room in twenty minutes."

With that the woman known to them only as Mrs. Himmel, rose and walked out without so much as a "good evening," and having dismissed the two younger women without a second thought. Everyone in the room knew that had she wanted either Brittani or Kim or them both, no one would have voiced an objection. Coming from an old German family who were pioneers of heavy industry in that country, she had an obscene amount of money and didn't hesitate to use it to get what she wanted. All of the Masters were wealthy or else they would never qualify as members, but there was wealthy and then there was fabulously wealthy. Margot Himmel's family fell into the latter category. Being denied nothing, she simply indicated what she wanted and everyone else fell over backwards to get it for her.

"Mrs. Himmel, I presume," smiled one of the men, several seconds after the woman had exited.

"Uh, yes," said Brittani. "Her husband sometimes accompanies her, but she always takes one of us for a private session."

"What can I expect?" asked Marsha, a bit of fear creeping into her voice.

"It won't be pleasant, I'm afraid," said Kim. "She has a lot of sadist in her. She enjoys inflicting pain."

There was a sharp intake of air as Marsha was now feeling full fledged fear.

"Don't worry, the whip she uses won't leave any lasting marks, but it stings like hell. Whatever you do don't defy her. I tried that my first time with her and she made me regret it."

"Starting to regret signing that contract?" asked Brittani.

Marsha nodded.

"We've both served Mrs. Himmel," said KIm. "You'll get through it. Besides most of your work her will be much more enjoyable," she added taking the hand of one of the men who returned her smile.

Marsha excused herself and returned to the room where she freshened up a bit and steeled herself for what lay ahead.

A final glance in the mirror to make sure she was as beautiful as she could make herself and she exited to find the room of the old woman.

"You're ten seconds late!" cried the old woman slapping Marsha across the face.

"I'm sorry. My watch says..."

"Who cares what YOUR watch says, American whore? Leave on your stockings and heels. Take off everything else!"

Marsha obeyed silently, wondering what she had gotten herself into.

From the large wooden beams which ran overhead were suspended two chains at the ends of which were lmetal wrist cuffs.

"Come here! Hold up your hands!"

Again Marsha did as she was bidden, the woman slipping each of Marsha's wrists into a cuff and locking it.

"Now we see what kind of woman you really are!"

On the wall was a gear wheel to which the chains were connected. As Himmel turned the wheel the chains tightened until Marsha's arms were stretched high overhead. Another two or three turns and she was painfully suspended, even in her high heels, her toes barely touching the floor.

"Let's se how you like the taste of the whip!" sneered the woman.

Marsha looked back over her shoulder to see the old woman grasping a cat-o-nine tails. The only difference between this and original whips of this nature was that the ends of the flails were not metal tipped, but remained soft leather. Marsha's punishment would leave angry red whelps which would heal as opposed to actually cutting the skin causing scaring.

Still the sight of the whip and the sardonic smile on the woman's face was enough to strike abject fear into the S&M novice.

Marsha closed her eyes trying to prepare herself for the first lash, yet when it came she was still unprepared for the sudden and biting pain of the leather tips across her back.

She only partially stifled the scream which involuntarily escaped her lips. The woman smiled.

"My, my, not much of a woman at all. That was but a caress my sweet little whore. Now you will experience the full taste of discipline!"

"No! Please, I've never..."

"Yes, so you said. Well, tonight shall be a real education for you!"

With that the whip reached out again, this time more painful than the first. Marsha again tried in vain to contain a whine.

"Go ahead, scream if you like. No one will be coming to rescue you. You're mine now and i intend to teach you to obey!"

"But, I'll do anything you want!"

"When i'm through with you you'll be BEGGING to do what I want!"

"But I ... iiiiiiiiieeeee" she screamed as another lash this time found her buttocks.

Scream Marsha did as for the next thirty minutes the woman whipped her unmercifully across back, buttocks and legs. At that point Marsha was beaten in spirit as well as body. The woman stopped and uncapped a bottle of water, took a drink and held the bottle in front of Marsha who was sweating as profusely as Himmel.