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The Amazing Amanda on Paradise Island
Paradise Island, late May
The Amazing Amanda on Paradise Island
Paradise Island, late May
Annotation:
This Story plays a Month after the Final of “Chris and the Lost Mozart.” And immediately after “Anna and the Magician.”
Paradise Island, Airfield, 0800 PM:
Philomenia, Philo for her Friends, Julia, and Agnetha Ohlson were waiting on the Tarmac of Paradise Island´s Airfield. It was still warm, and the Tarmac radiated the Heat of the Day. Agnetha Ohlson checked her Watch. “TOA in five Minutes, the Flight from Hamburg is on Time.” The petite Swede noted. Agnetha was the Security Chief of Paradise Island.
“All Arrangements,” Julia, Vice CEO, “have been made.” The tall Redhead smiled coyly at her Boss and Lover, “We can guarantee the Amazing Amanda and Assistant will have an unforgettable Experience.” “They deserve nothing else!” Philo, CEO of Paradise Island, grinned. “ She smiled: “After what Chris has told me, the Magician and her Assistant did a real Number on Anna, they let her disappear on Stage during the Show.”
“That sounds like fun!” Julia chuckled, “Well, if you like to be tied up, gagged, and vibed in a Coffin for Hours? I can arrange that, my Love! Philo smiled coyly. “Here they come!” Agnetha Ohlson pointed at the Sky. A large white Learjet was landing. The Pilot made a perfect Landing and stopped the Plane right in Front of the Welcome Committee. As soon as the Turbines were off, Agnetha signaled several Staff Members to unload the Cargo:
Finally, two very large metal Caskets in humanoid Shape stood on the Tarmac on their Gurneys.
Philo inspected them. “Impressive.” She smiled at Julia and Agnetha: “Why don´t you show our new Guests their Quarters. Be careful! Thornton has a Reputation as Houdini reborn.” The Scot nodded, “Staff has its Instructions – and Bunker 1 and 2 are pretty secure.”
Philo nodded, “Perfect. Let them sleep it off – and tomorrow Morning their Entertaining Program shall commence. In the Evening, a Session with me!” Her Smile grew sinister.
The next Morning, Bunker 1:
Amanda Thornton kept her Eyes closed. She felt lightheaded. There were Dreams. Fragments. Pictures. Of the erotic kind. The very erotic kind, involving ropes, gags …. There was a Russian, a Canadian – in a black leather Catsuit …. And suddenly all was there, what happened. Yesterday evening in Hamburg:
At the Elbphilharmonie and the Villa … “You will go on a Vacation on your own Volition.” The Lawyer with the catlike green Eyes had explained to her, “And never show your Face in Hamburg again.” The tall Blonde with the emerald green Eyes had told her cooly.” “And you will like Paradise Island!” The Canadian had added. Her Smile sinister. Her obsidian black Eyes cold and hard.
Amanda opened her Eyes. She stared at a Concrete Ceiling. Now she realized what had woken her: The artificial Light. The Room had no Windows. It was Spartan. All Concrete. A Bunker? She wanted to move but realized she couldn´t:
The Magician looked down. She wore a downfilled Suit, in Black.
“I am wearing a Diaper. A soiled Diaper!” she realized. “And I am gagged,” A heavily padded Panelgag with a foam Ball. Her Brain told her. “My Wrists are cuffed to the Headboard, my Feet are shackled together to the Footboard.”
She tested them. They were heavily padded but totally secure. The American knew a Thing or two about Paradise Island. The luxurious Resort in the Caribbean. For People with Money – and a Thing for kinky Entertainment ….
The solid, gleaming Steel door opened with a Click. It had no Lock. Her trained Eye noticed.
Three Women stepped over the Threshold. A very tall Asian Woman, probably Chinese, Amanda suspected, flanked by two somewhat shorter Women: A Redhead and a Brunette. All three were athletic. Another Thing in Common: Around their Waists, they wore some Utility Belt. Amanda´s trained Eye noticed Holsters with a Stun Gun.
The Redhead and the Brunette carried a Batoon in their right Hands. All three wore gleaming Catsuits in different Colours: the brunette green, the Blonde red, and the Leader's black – and matching high-heeled Boots. “Yes, she is the Leader. She radiates Power.” The Magician decided “Like von der Marwitz had.”
The Leader spoke. English, in a melodious Alto Voice. Without any Accent. A small, ironic Smile curled her purple-red Lips:
“Welcome, Amanda, to your Holiday on Paradise Island! We promise you an unforgettable Experience!” The Magician mumbled something in her Gag. “You are welcome!” The Leader chuckled, amused. “You have booked our VIP-Package!”
“The Hell I have!” Amanda scowled.
“That includes a special Service, a Dinner with the CEO, and private Lessons by her. You and your Assistant will meet her this Evening for a special Session.” Her Smile grew sinister. “Consider this an Honour: Philo does not offer that for any VIP-Guest.” She grinned, “She is an excellent Dominatrix!”
Amanda stared back: “F*ck you!”
“Today is your Induction Day!” The Chinese continued, “To introduce you to the Rules here, you help you to adjust and settle in!” She smiled, “Rule Number One! Obedience! You will follow all Orders given to you by your Instructors! Keep in Mind: Obedience will earn you Rewards, Disobedience disciplinary Measures!”
Amanda still stared back. Impassive. But the Chinese seemed not angered. Instead, she smiled: “I will leave you now, to Juliette and Justine's capable Hands. We will see later for establishing your Skills in Escapology! Bye, Bye!”
Another Bunker, somewhat later:
Gloria Santiago was not a Happy Camper. Those Bitches! She had been allowed a Bathroom Break in a simple, modest Bathroom. After that, it would be Breakfast. She had been ordered to dress in a simple Black Bikini.
It had some Extras as she discovered: The bottom Piece sported two intruders. Gloria had winced as she had put it on. And the upper Part: Dozens of small Knobs pressed into her Breast.
Gloria congratulated herself that she had held her Tongue in Check as she had Breakfast, which was decent, and of the continental Variety. But after Breakfast, as her Handlers had told her to cuff and gag herself?
With a very large black Tongue Trapper Ball Gag, and she was no Whimp, no, Gloria Santiago was many Things but no Whimp! She had lost it. Cursing in Spanish, she had hurled herself at her two Handlers. Kicking and cursing. The End had been inevitable. Gloria had been stunned into oblivion.
Now Gloria was here in the Surf: The Flood was coming. She had been tied to a metal Post with neoprene Straps. Big Toes. Ankles, Calves under- and the above Joint midthigh – and under her Crotch. “Of course, the Bitches crotchroped me!” Arms – wielded behind her back. The Latina watched the rising Flood. It was only a few Metres away from her bound Toes.
And there were the Accessories of her Bikini: The Vibrator in her Pussy – and the Knobs caressing her
Breasts …. Irritating to say the least. But she noticed something different in the Sand before her: Large Crabs, Dozens of them, moving at her …. Encircling her. The first had reached almost her Bound Toes … Their Scissors were …. Impressive … They wouldn´t! They did ….
Somewhere around the same Time at the Beach:
Amanda cursed in her Ball gagged Mouth. “Part of your daily Regimen is bodily Exercise!” the Brunette had explained - smiling. “Today we will start lightly!”
“Lightly? F*ck them!” The Magician hopped through the warm Sand. “Light” meant? She had stripped naked and tied up – and gagged, with a massive Red Ballgag. Amanda drooled extensively on her full and firm Breasts. Big Toes, Ankles, Calves, Thighs, Crotchrope. Her Arms welded together behind her Back in a Reverse Prayer Tie. “Well,” she cursed, “At least the daily Yoga pays off!”
Her Task? Hopping a Slalom Course through the Sand. 30 Metres long, she estimated. And the Vibrator and the Crotchrope were distracting. Very distracting ….
Her Handlers encouraged her with their Cattleprods. Aiming liberally at her Butt. Amanda´s oiled Skin glistened in the Sun. Hop! Breath! Hop! The damned Vibrator! She stumbled, lost Balance, and landed head-over-heels in the Sand with a Thud. The Fall knocked the Breath out of her. “Up, up, lazy Bones!” one of her Handlers “encouraged” her. Zap! A sharp Sting. The Bitch had targeted her left Butt Cheek. “Up! Up! The other shouted. Zap!
The Magician pulled herself together. She was the Amazing Amanda for a Reason! She had coped with worse. The black-haired Woman struggled to her Knees and stood finally and continued hopping!
At the Resort´s Main Building, around the same Time:
“Impressive!” Philo chuckled, “I am looking forward to the Evening!” Together with Julia and Agnetha Ohlson, they watched a Video Feed of Amanda´s Hopping! “Should I be worried?” Julia smiled coyly at her Partner, “Of Course not!” Philo chuckled, “If you behave, you might even get a good Foot Massage!” “She has done it,” Agnetha Ohlson interrupted the Banter of the Pair. They looked at the enormous Panorama Flatscreen:
At the Beach, at the End of the Parcour, stood a heavily breathing, Sand, Oil, and sweat-covered Amanda Thornton – and smiling around her Ballgag. “She is a Drooler,” Julia smiled, “Much like you!” Philomena grinned – and turned to Agnetha: “How are our VIP´s settling in?”
“Well,” the petite Blonde who looked very much like Sarah Michelle Gellar stated, “Mostly.” She grinned, “The Assistant threw a Tantrum after Breakfast – so some disciplinary Measures were in Order!” She pressed a Button on the Remote and the Screen changed:
It showed Gloria Santiago in the Surf, tied to the Post: The Flood right under her Chin. She was twitching. “They used the artificial Craps – and Fish on her?” Julia smiled, “They are!” Agnetha smiled back. “Poor Girl!” Julia chuckled, “They have an interesting Day ahead of them!”
The Redhead paused and bashed her Eyelashes at her Companion. “And I still want that Foot Massage!” She slipped her right Jimmy Cho Sandal off and laid her Foot in her Lover's Lap and wiggled her perfectly pedicured, red-painted Toes ….
Agnetha Ohlson smiled. The Scot was truly a wicked Witch.
The Spa: The Dojo – around 0100 PM:
Amanda and Gloria shared a look. Both Women sat cross-legged on the Dojo´s Floor. Both wore Yoga Pants and Sports Bras. Black and Red. Amanda sighed. The Midmorning had been eventful: She had been allowed a Shower and a light Snack after her Slalom-Hopping. Then a Change of Clothes: Running Shorts. Red running Shorts only.
At the Beach, they had met a Quartet of Amazons in Running Gear – with Bra´s, and barefoot. They had taken Amanda in her Midst – and made the “Induction-Run” – as the Leader had explained. The Magician had stood her Ground, but the Amazons were incredibly fit. “Damn it!” Amanda had thought, “They don´t even sweat!” Her Arms and Elbows had been shackled behind her Back. And she drooled on her heaving Breasts. Bouncing invitingly – and jogged along.
Now they sat here in this Dojo for “Escapology Training,” the damned Chinese had explained to them.
They waited.
As if on Cue, the tall Chinese entered: “Wei Wei” was her Name. She wore a Judo Gi, her gleaming, sleek Black Hair in a tight Japanese-Style-Chignon. “Of Course, the Bitch has a Black Belt!” Gloria fumed. “She moves like a large Cat!” Amanda mused.
A few Metres before them, Wei Wei stood. Her Palms folded before her Breast; she indicated a little Bow. “Welcome, Students!” She paused, “Welcome, Mistress!” The two Magicians replied sullenly. A Zap! “Ouch!” Amanda exclaimed, followed by Gloria,
“On your Feet!” One of her Handlers ordered, “Greet Mistress with proper Respect! Up! Up!”
With Difficulty, the two Vacationers scrambled to their Feet. Gloria glared at the Chinese, who smiled enigmatically at them. “And now we do that again!” She bowed again, “Welcome, Students!” Gloria and Amanda shared a look. The Magician nodded almost imperceptibly.
Both mimicked the Chinese formal Greeting. And bowed – considerably deeper “Welcome, Mistress!” “That was better!” Wei Wei nodded. “If I possessed only the Black Belt. But I possess the 10th Dan.” Smiling, she added, “Let us do it a third Time!”
Amanda Thornton was tempted to disobey – but complied grudgingly. “Hold the Pose!” Wei Wei commanded. She closed the Distance and walked around her Students. Behind them, she stood.
Amanda felt uncomfortable. A sharp Pain: The Chinese had beaten her Butt with a Bamboo Cane. The American bit her Lip. But made no Sound. Then it was Gloria´s Turn. Wei Wei alternated between her Students. Six Strokes each.
“You may raise now!” Their Teacher commanded. “I will kill her!” Gloria fumed. Her firm Butt – she was proud of it – burned. As did her Pride. Still smiling, the Chinese stood before them. “That was the first Lesson for today! Respect and Obedience!”
“Her Smile borders on Evil!” Amanda noted and braced herself, “The second Lesson of Today?” The Gaze of her deep, bottomless black Eyes rested on Gloria. “To establish your Skills in Escapology – and Stamina!”
“Strip!” she ordered sharply.
Later:
Amanda and Gloria sat on the Floor. Nacked. Tied. Gagged. Identically: The Chinese had tied them with coarse Sisal Rope in Shrimp Ties. Their Arms in Reverse Prayer Ties. Crotchropes of Course. More a Set of Crotchropes. Tight Ones. Nipple Clamps. Their Upper Bodies were almost parallel to the Floor. Both “Students” drooled on the Floor, gagged with massive Red Harness-Ball gags.
Amanda shifted on her Butt. As a consummate Professional, she had to admit that Wei Wei was a highly skilled Rigger. The American was not sure if she could escape. “On the Plus Side?” she mused, “She tied our Fingers not together.”
“Listen!” The tall Asian Woman clapped her Hands sharply together. “Your first Task is to reach the other End of the Dojo!”
She paused, “The Winner gets a reward, The Loser Punishment! You may start at the ringing of the Bell!”
Gloria and Amanda waited for the Ring. Amanda knew Gloria´s competitive Streak – and she had no Intention to lose. The black-haired American had a pretty good Idea regarding the Nature of the Punishment.
“Ring Ring Ring!” The Sound of the Bell interrupted her Musings.
Wei Wei followed the Spectacle with the Eye of a Professional and an amused Smile. It was quite the Sight: Two tightly Shrimp Tied Women, naked, gagged, scooting forwards as best as they could on their naked Rumps.
Both grunting. Both not holding back. Each one determined to win. Grunts. Muffled Courses. Very muffled, of Course. The Chinese smiled. The Ball Gag was the new Tongue Trapper Model. 2,5 Inches.
So far, neither of the two Competitors had gained a decisive Advantage. Both stubbornly soldiered on! Halfway, it happened: Orgasm hit the American. Her Body grew Tense. Her Scream of Extasy was very muffled. The Latina, sensing her Advantage, struggled forward with renewed Energy.
“This will be interesting!” Wei Wei smiled to herself. The Race was not yet decided.
Amanda had regained her Faculties. She cursed in her Gag. Of course, Gloria had made headway. “You think you won!” Amanda fumed, “Think again!”
The Latina grinned around the glistening Orb filling her Mouth. “I will win this!” Behind her, she heard her Mistress and Friend shuffling nearer. “She has not given up!” “Of course she has not!” A small Voice in her Head whispered, “You know her!”
Wei Wei was impressed: The American had shortened the Distance. She was not that far away anymore. Anything was possible.
“That damned Crotchrope!” The Latina cursed. She felt an Orgasm building, and not the run-of-the-mill one. “This will be a Humdinger!”
“I have her!” Amanda “Any Moment now!” And then she heard it: The unmistakable Sound of Gloria arriving at Orgasm Station! “Come on, Amanda, Come on!” She encouraged herself.
Their Chinese Trainer watched amused, “I was right!” Amanda scooted past her Assistant and forward – and passed the finish Line first! The American sat there: Sweaty, quivering, breathing heavily. She had made it. Gloria Santiago made it runner-up.
“Congratulations!” Wei Wei clapped her Hands. “You both demonstrated Spirit and Stamina! But we have a Winner and a Loser! You will get a short Reprieve to regroup – then it is Time.” She paused, “For Reward, and Punishment!”
“Prepare them!” The Chinese ordered finally. Amanda and Gloria barely registered her Words. They were much too busy to regain her Faculties fully …
The Resort: Somewhere at the Beach
Philomena lay comfortably reclined on a Beach Lounger, nursed a fruity, heavily loaded Concoction, and enjoyed the View. “I promised you a foot Massage, my Love, didn´t I?” The black-haired Woman, who looked so much like Lucy Lawless, smiled – and looked down at her left:
Not buried in the Sand, a Pair of beautiful bare Feet with perfectly purple-red Nail-Polish. The big Toes bound together with a Piece of white String. Said Feet were moving enthusiastically … that had a Reason …. Kia, one of the Resort´s Masseuses, was kneeling in the Sand and “massaging” Julia´s Feet. Thoroughly. With a big white Feather.
Not buried in the Sand, a Pair of spectacular Breasts: Philo´s Hand touched the left Breast of her Companion. Julia moaned. The Owner of Paradise Island smiled. She had wrapped the Redhead in Saran Wrap – before burying her in the Sand. Of course, the black-haired Woman had inserted a vibrating Egg in Julia´s Vagina.
The black-haired Woman smiled down at Julia´s Face: Sunglasses shielded her Eyes. It was a special Model that blended all lights out. The fair-skinned Woman, who was Julia Roberts incarnated, smiled. It seemed she smiled …
Philo grinned: Nobody would suspect that the Scot was firmly gagged, with two Pairs of her Lover's Panties. Philo always kept a Stack of well-matured Underwear in Reserve. The translucent Tape covering Julia´s Lips was totally invisible.
She squeezed her Partner´s Breast more firmly.
The Dojo:
Wei Wei smiled and watched her two Students: Punishment and Reward in equal Measure.
Amanda was not sure if that was a Reward: The Chinese had, after a short Respite with Refreshments, rendered her helpless again: A back-breaking Hogtie: Her Ankles rested firmly on her Butt. The Tips of her Fingers touched her Heels.
The Asian had braided her Hair and tied it to her Toes. Amanda had to admit that the Chinese had rendered her in a Piece of Art – somehow. She rocked slightly on her Tummy. Her Gag had remained unchanged. The American focused on escaping; her Fingers might have found a Weakness to exploit.
Gloria was miserable: Her Backside glowed in angry red. One of her Handlers had used the Bamboo Cane freely. Now she danced on her bound Toes: She had been subjected to a brutal Strappado: Her upper Body was almost parallel to the Floor. Her Arms high in the Air. Just high enough not to wrench her Arms out of her Sockets. The D-Ring of her Harness Ball Gag had been tied to her Elbow-Ropes. Forcing her to stare ahead. Gloria drooled – and endured.
Evening:
Amanda was sure of what to expect as they drove along. “Consider yourself honoured,” Wei Wei had explained to them, after their last Lesson: “The Boss invited you to Dinner in the Evening! Make sure you follow every Order you are given before, during, and after Dinner. Philo expects Obedience!” The Chinese had smiled wickedly, “If you behave, one of you might join her in her Bedroom! Philo likes to play!”
That had not exactly calmed Amanda. She didn´t tell anyone that, but she had hoped for a Good Night´s Sleep. The last two Nights had not been exactly relaxing. Truth to be told, Amanda had fallen asleep as soon as her Head hit the Pillows of her Bed.
And had slept deep and dreamless – till her two Handlers, Justine and Juliette, had more or less kicked her out of the Bed. “Move your lazy Ass! You have 30 Minutes in the Bathroom, then our Specialists will make you presentable!”
Truth to be told: The American was very presentable when the Specialists had finished their Work: Hairs and Makeup were perfect: Her shimmering black Tresses were piled in a very stylish do-up atop her Head. Her Gown was a shimmering black Sequin Affair, which highlighted her Décolleté. The Gianvito Platform Sandals were exquisite – and a perfect Fit.
Everything was perfect except for certain Accessories. There was a Vibrator in her Pussy. And the stylish silver Chocker around her Neck. True, it was stylish. But it had a few additional Functions: It could mute the Wearer. It could give him or her nasty Shocks, from 1 to 10. “Ten means you are shocked into Oblivion!” Justine had explained, smiling. And pressed a remote Control. Amanda had winced, “That was only Grade 2.” Justine grinned maliciously. “And now imagine how Grade 10 would feel! So, I recommend the best Behaviour! Remember, the Choker is set on Mute and Stun right now!”
Amanda had taken this Advice to Heart and cooperated fully when she was restrained for the Trip: Her Ankles were shackled. Her Wrists, too. A heavily padded Blindfold rendered her Sightless. Earbuds made her deaf. She had to rely on Help, which she hated.
Now she sat in a Limousine. The American sat in the Centre. Her two “Nannies” at her Sides. She could smell the Perfume of Justine … The Drive did last around 10 Minutes, her inner Clock told her.
The Car stopped. She was helped outside. Firm Hand took her upper Arms on the left and the right.
And she was led firmly but gently. The Shackles around her Ankles did not make it any easier. She counted 10 Stairs. The still warm Air caressed her Skin. Amanda inhaled the Scents of the Caribbean. They crossed a Threshold. “We are inside a Building,” Amanda concluded. They walked on a Stone Floor, she felt.
It was one of her special Abilities. As an Escapologist, she often had to rely on her other Senses. On Feel and Touch alone. And her Spidersense. “You should have warned me in Hamburg that Anna Romanova had meant Danger in the first Place!” They should have checked who Anna really was. She could still kick herself in the Head!
“I am led a large Stairwell upstairs!” Her Brain told her. She counted Steps. Twenty. She felt Carpet under her Heels. A left Turn. 10 more Steps. “We enter another Room. I smell Food, Fragrances. And I feel the Presence of other Persons. Several.” She was led 10 more Steps.
A Slap on her Butt signaled her to Stop. Her Wrists were unshackled. She was coaxed to sit. It was a high-backed Chair. She felt the Shackles around her Ankles chained to the Chair. Well, she assumed it was a Chain. Her Arms rested on wooden Armrests. The Wood felt cool to her Skin. Amanda felt nimble Fingers fumble at the Earbuds.
The Sounds hit her sensible Hearing like a Wave: Classical Music, Strings, animated Chatter, Laughter. The Clinking of Glasses. The Sleepmask fell, and she had to blink, and her Eyesight was fuzzy. She sat at the Head of a large, long wooden Table.
At the other End sat a very tall, black-haired Women. Her red Gown left her muscular Shoulders there. Her sleek, shimmering Black Hair fell down over her Shoulders: “Lucy Lawless!” The Magician thought. “Lucy” held her Gaze. “This has to be Philo!” A small, ironic Smile curled the other Woman's Lips.
Amanda was totally fixated on this Woman, so she had no Mind for the other Persons at the Table. She had not registered that Gloria was sitting at her left Side. In a deep blue Gown. Or that Wei Wei was sitting on her right. Neither did she register the read-head on “Philo´s” left.
Finally, “Philo” spoke, a deep, melodious Alto Voice: “Your Fame precedes you, Miss Thornton.” “British Accent, Upper Class.” Amanda registered. “Welcome to Paradise Island. We consider it an Honour that the Amazing Amanda graces us with her Presence!” The Irony was barely noticeable. “And the redoubtable Gloria Santiago of Course!”
Amanda fumed. The Bitch mocked her. And was enjoying it. But the Choker was a strong reminder to keep her feelings in Check. “Philo,” smiled graciously, “I bring out a Toast to the Amazing Amanda!” She stood and raised her Glass. And drained it “To the Amazing Amanda!” The Table shouted back and drained their Glasses.
“You are required to respond!” the damned Wei Wei whispered in her Ear. “And the Choker is off!” The Chinese chuckled. Just now, Amanda noticed the Champagne Flute before her. “F*ck what Toast shall I bring out before being shocked, bound again?”
“Do it!” Wei Wei encouraged her. “You have some license! Within Reason of Course.” The Chinese chuckled. Amanda rose, the Flute firmly in her right Hand. She looked from left to right.
“I thank you for the warm Welcome here on Paradise Island!” Polite Applause “You know,” Amanda smiled, “Yesterday I was in Hamburg, Germany on the Stage! It was a wonderful Evening! This Morning I woke up here in the Caribbean. It was truly a fascinating first Day here at Paradise Island!” She paused. “So, I bring out a Toast! To Paradise Island!” She drained her Glass in one Gulp. “Hell, the Champagne is good!” “To Paradise Island!” The Audience fell in.
Philo smiled at Julia, “She has Guts! I think I will take her with me later!” The Owner of Paradise Island chuckled, “You can play with the Assistant! She is feisty, from what I heard!”
Amanda could not complain: The Food was excellent, the Wine perfect, and the Company decent. After the first Course, a delicious Ceviche, she contemplated even joining the Conversation …
“My, my Amanda, you are really a Party-Pooper!” Wei Wei teased her. The Magician was tempted to snap something back. But remembered the Choker … “Well,” She huffed, “It is a lot to process.” To her Surprise, the Chinese did not mock her – and they engaged in Conversation – it distracted her from the low buzzing Vibrator.
Gloria Santiago stared down at her Plate, looked up, and watched Amanda conversing with that Chinese Bitch. “How can she? Playing along! Even having Fun! We are in this Mess because of her!” In the Aftermath, the Latina did not know why she exploded.
Amanda had told her more than once, her volcanic Temperament would land her in serious Trouble one Time! She stood, threw her Cutlery on her Plate. The Conversation died instantly. All Eyes fixed on her. “This is all Crap!” Gloria shouted. She took her Wine Glass and threw it at Philo – missed her, and the Crystal Goblet hit the Floor.
Gloria stared Daggers at their Host, who seemed to be more amused than angry. A small Smile curled her Lips. “Agnetha?” She smiled at the Chief of Security, “It is Time to grant Miss Santiago some Rest!” The Swede nodded. Gloria felt a sharp Prick in her Neck ….
In Shock, Amanda watched as Gloria was carried away by two Security Guards. To her Consternation, the Conversations around the Table continued as if nothing had happened. “What will happen with her?” She asked Wei Wei in a low Voice. “Nothing too serious!” The Chinese smiled mysteriously, “You will see!”
“Wait!” Amanda wondered, “You counted on this! That´s why Gloria wasn´t shocked into oblivion!”
The Asian made no Effort to hide her Amusement. “Let´s say, we counted on that. And you must agree: This was much more entertaining than simply shocking her!” She smiled, “Watch, here comes the Main Course! And you will enjoy the Dessert, believe me!”
Amanda did her best and focused on the Main Course: A new Plate had appeared out of nowhere before her, and her Glass was full again: “Surf and Turf!” she concluded as she inspected her Plate.
Later:
The Magician leaned back. She was stuffed. No doubt about that. Stuffed and a bit lightheaded. She rubbed her Belly. Wei Wei. interrupted her Thoughts. “Look, Philo will make an Announcement!” Amanda looked up. Indeed, “Lucy Lawless” had risen. Her Goblet in her right Hand. The Table fell silent.
“Dear Friends! Kitchen told me they have prepared a Surprise for our Dessert! Here it comes!” She pointed to the large double-winged Door. Which stood ajar. A Procession of Kitchen Staff entered in Rhythm with the Music, each carrying a Silver Plate. They formed a Cordon. In came the Surprise: Amanda gasped:
On a very large Trolley, on a very large silver Plate lay Gloria! A very naked, very hogtied Gloria. Her Ankles rested on her Wrists. Her big Toes had been tied back to her Elbows. Her brown Tresses had been braided and tied to her Ankle Bonds. Forcing her to keep her Head upright. Gloria´s Skin glistened:
Her Body had been oiled. And the Gag! A very large Apple had been stuffed in her Mouth. “She looks like a stuffed Pig!” Amanda mused. Her professional Mind took in the Details: All Sorts of Fruit had been artfully arranged around – and on Gloria´s Body. Her Eyes – large as Saucers – were oddly blank. “She has been drugged,” The Magician suspected. She couldn´t take her Eyes off Gloria – she didn´t register she had been served Dessert.
Wei Wei chuckled, “You look like hit squarely over the Head!” “What?” Amanda spluttered – and blushed. “Right, the Dessert!” She forced herself to look away from Gloria and focus on the Chinese and the Dessert.
Gloria was in a Daze. She did register the Touches of the Guests, who inspected her or sampled Fruits, taking Liberties with her Body. She had just come around when she was rolled into the Dining Room. On a certain Level, she knew, she had been drugged. But strangely enough, she didn´t mind ….
Later:
Philo rose, “Friends! This was a wonderful Evening! I will retire now and bid you a pleasant Night! The Amazing Amanda will join me in my Private Quarters!” Amanda gulped as the Owner of Paradise Island smiled ominously at her. “You will have Fun!” Wei Wei chuckled – and I with your feisty Assistant …. I think she could use a good Spanking!”
So, it came that Amanda found herself somewhat later in a spacious Bedroom. Ballgagged, her Wrists shackled behind her Back. The Mistress of the House had kicked her Heels off and vanished into the Bathroom. “Don´t go away, precious! She had smiled deviously before sauntering into the Bathroom.
And Amanda could do nothing but wait. Waiting and drooling around the large red Orb in her Mouth … A Part of her felt excited … no doubt about that. The other Part? What had Wei Wei said about Philo being a Dominatrix?
“You are still there!” Philo broke her out of her Reverie. Amanda had not heard her coming. “I would have hated it to spank you!” “Prematurely!” The Magician froze as she looked at the Mistress of Paradise Island.
“She really looks the Part!” Amanda mused, fascinated. Cold filled her – and a searing Heat down South! “I am horny like a randy Kitten!” The Magician discovered. Philo had applied heavy black Eye Makeup in the Egyptian Style. Bloodred Lips. A black Leotard. A Corsage which highlighted her full Breasts. A suspender Belt and thigh-high Black Stockings and sky-high shiny black Platform Heels. In her right Hand, a riding Crop.
Like a large Cat, she sauntered nearer – and touched Amanda with the Tip of the Crop under her Chin, forcing her to look up, to look in Philo´s bottomless black Eyes. “You were a very naughty Girl in Hamburg!” The Briton almost whispered, “I like naughty Girls!” Amanda´s Intestines froze to Ice. The Woman radiated Power in Waves. “You know why, Amanda Darling?” “She radiates pure Menace now.” Amanda shuddered, “Because it is so much Fun to break them!”
Philo stepped back. “Turn Slave!” Her Voice was cracking like a Whip. Resistance was Futile! Amanda just couldn't resist this Command. She turned her Back to Philo. The American felt that her Wrists were released.
The Zipper of her Gown was pulled down. The Gown glided down. A loose Heap of Fabric around her Ankles. Except for her nude Stockings and her Underwear, Amanda was naked.
She felt the Briton kneeling behind her: “She is removing the Shackles around my Ankles.” A small Part of her thought about kicking Philo and making a Dash for the Door.”
“Don´t even think about it!” Her Captor informed her, “As soon as you cross the Threshold, you will be shocked into Oblivion.” The Magician froze and stood very still. Philo unshackled her Ankles, then unbuckled the Straps of her Sandals. “Step out of it and turn around!”
Amanda complied. Philo stepped back and gave her the once-over. One of the creepy Sort: From the Crown of her Head to her nyloned Toes. Like an X-Ray. “Take the Gag off and Strip! Now!”
The Magician unbuckled the Gag. Took the wet, glistening red Orb out of her Mouth and flexed her Jaws – and dropped it to the Floor ….
Slowly, Amanda unhooked her Bra and let it fall to the Floor. Slowly, lazily, seductively. She kept Eye-Contact “I will give the Bitch a Show!” Next: Rolling down her Stockings. First,. the left one. A coy Smile curled her Lips. Standing on one Leg was no Problem for the Amazing Amanda. She did it in slow Motion. Till the Stocking dangled from her Toes only.
Philo´s Eyes glittered. So, the Briton was not completely immune to her Charms …. “What shall I do with the Stocking Mistress?” Amanda did her best to sound obedient, seductive.
“Stuff it where it belongs!” Philo ordered curtly. Amanda took the sweaty Stocking, balled it up. Pressed it on her Nose. Inhaled the Mixture of Perfume and Sweat!. And stuffed it slowly into her Mouth. “I see there is Room for one more, hurry, Slave!”
“Yes, Mistress!” Amanda looked to the Floor and rolled the right Stocking down – just a little faster this Time.
Philo watched as the American balled the second Stocking and stuffed it in her Mouth too. “She has a pretty big Mouth!” Now, Amanda rolled the Panties down – stepped out of them. Relieved to get rid of the Vibrator.
“Turn around! And don´t you dare to spit the Stockings out!” Obediently, the Magician turned and folded her Arms behind her back.
Later:
Amanda had to crane her Neck. To look up. To see Philo. Philo, who smiled deviously down on her: The Magician had to look up, because she knelt on the Floor. Straddling something that looked like a Sybian Stool. She had heard of such Machines but never used one herself. The black-haired Woman had tied her Legs in a Frogtie. Her Arms in a Boxtie, which was more a Reverse-Prayer Tie. Philo had tied her big Toes to her Arm Bonds.
She had pulled a Stocking Cap above her Head. 20 Wraps of Translucent Tape to keep the Stockings in her Mouth. A Pantyhood and another 20 Wraps of Translucent Tape.
“Totally Overkill!” Amanda fumed, “Oh, I forgot the Nipple Clamps!”
And the Sybian Stool had not even started working!
Philo smiled deviously. She held the remote Control in her right Hand.
“Amanda, I can promise you an unforgettable Stay at Paradise Island!” She pressed the Start Button.
The “Beast,”
as Amanda had dubbed it, began its devilish work…
And this was just the first Day.
Not for the first Time in the last 48 Hours, Amanda cursed herself for choosing Anna as a Volunteer…
and it would not be the last
as Amanda had dubbed it, began its devilish work…
And this was just the first Day.
Not for the first Time in the last 48 Hours, Amanda cursed herself for choosing Anna as a Volunteer…
and it would not be the last
