Chapter 72: Island Ideas

The following day started early. I heard the drone of aircraft engines as the sun started to stream through the slats of the shutters. Angela had gone. I pushed back the shutters expecting to see the Beaver winging in but instead it was a Twin Otter, its two turbo props whining as it banked around to make its approach into the bay.

Steve put his head around my door. "We're going to start with some breakfast on the veranda, if that's OK," he said.

I nodded, took a quick shower, pulled on a shirt and a pair of slacks and headed off to join him.

Steve and Angela were already there with their guests when I reached the veranda. I recognised two of them from my last trip, Narod Jesper and Daphne Challis, the other three were new to me. Steve introduced them. One woman, two men, all Americans. They'd each brought their own slaves - five girls shackled and chained together by their collars were being led shuffling up the path from the jetty.

"Well, hi everybody. Thanks for coming over. I'm sure you'll have a good few days but I hope you won't mind if we spend this morning on some business. Some of you will have met Larry here," Daphne and Jesper nodded, "but for those that haven't he's working with a bunch of Brits who are pretty good at sourcing the sort of amusements we all hold dear. I thought it would be useful to give him some first hand input on how you guys see things going."

The column of shackled girls arrived at the house, looking uncertain about their surroundings. Their neck chains removed they each knelt beside their owners. Each equally well trained, they knew not to interrupt proceedings.

Jesper kicked things off. He talked about how he had sourced the half dozen slaves he now had in his collection and complained about how difficult it was to get slaves with specific skills. He didn't seem to know what we'd been doing on customised pick up but there was no real reason why he should, we hadn't tried to promote what we'd done in the States. I talked a bit about the stuff that Rick had done with the web site and all of Steve's guests seemed interested. The others chipped in their experiences. Daphne had had some problems with training new intake and some of the preparation techniques being used in the States sounded a bit primitive compared with what we were doing.

There were, however, two themes that the group kept coming back to; toys and new sources.

They were all agreed that the old idea of slaves for house work was disappearing. What was the point of keeping slaves for housework, was the general conclusion. Once you take into account the security costs they are expensive compared with hiring in and they need too much attention. There might be an argument for slaves for agricultural work but why not just use the right machinery. What they wanted slaves for was recreation, for fun. Sometimes (mostly) sexual but sometimes just for companionship. OK some of the recreation might be a bit extreme — one of the women's eyes really lit up as she described the delight she felt keeping her slave caged under her bed while she fucked one of her male lovers — but it was recreation nevertheless. They also agreed that hey were keeping toys for longer than they had kept slaves before. It took time to find a good one and it wasn't just a question of the slave's skills and looks but once you found one you tended to hang on to them.