Elysium Island - Chapter 05

Sophia wasn’t sure how long she’d been locked in her cell, though it had to have been several hours, she guessed. Throughout that time, she sat on the firm mattress of her bed, knees drawn up under her chin, her arms hugging her shins. One by one the other women processed after Sophia were escorted past her cell and locked in theirs further along the corridor. She could hear some crying softly and others mumbling curses and insults.

The guards that escorted everybody past didn’t pay much attention to Sophia in her cell, except for cursory glances to see she was still in it. Not that she could have escaped. The small space she was confined to wasn’t much larger than the metal-framed single bed she sat on, there were no windows, and the iron bar gate was locked.

The mumbled curses of a slave in the cell adjoining Sophia grew louder and increasingly frantic.

“I demand to be released!” she called over and over.

Sophia tried to ignore her but eventually felt compelled to say something.

“Please be quiet,” Sophia whispered as loudly as she could. “You’ll only get into trouble if you don’t stop.”

Either the woman couldn’t hear Sophia or she ignored her and she continued to call out until she was almost screaming.

“Please be quiet!” Sophia whispered loudly again. “Please!”

Two guards suddenly appeared outside Sophia’s cell.

“Is that you making all that noise?” one asked.

The sound of the woman screaming in the next cell must surely have been proof it wasn’t her, Sophia thought, but she quickly denied the accusation anyway.

The guards stared a moment at Sophia and then moved along the corridor.

“I demand to be released!” the slave was heard to say right before the guards entered her cell.

“I demand…”

“You don’t demand anything, slut!” one of the guards said loudly.

A commotion ensued. The slave started to scream but the sound became muffled. Sophia hugged her knees tightly and feared for the woman. A moment later, the guards wrestled the naked woman into the corridor and forced her arms up against the bars of Sophia’s cell.

Sophia watched helplessly as the woman’s wrist cuffs were shackled to the bars of her cell door – a look of wide-eyed terror on her face and her screams muffled behind a large, red plastic ball gag that the guards had strapped in her mouth.

Once the guards had the slave’s wrists secured above her head, they briefly relaxed and caught their breath while the slave struggled desperately to get free. She twisted this way and that and tried to kick out at the two men.

“Grab her legs,” one of the guards said.

Together, they caught one of her kicking legs and forced her to turn back to face the bars of the cell.

Sophia watched silently as the woman’s legs were spread widely and her cuffed ankles manacled to the bars of her cell.

Once the guards had the slave restrained, they unhitched their broad leather belts and removed them from their trousers. Each then stepped back to positions either side of the slave and took turns to whip her ass.

Sophia flinched each time the woman’s ass was struck. It was clear they weren’t holding back any of their strength as they whipped her. The woman’s eyes quickly flooded with tears and she gave Sophia a pleading look of desperation for help.

“You want some of this too?” one of the guards asked Sophia.

“I think she does,” the other guard laughed.

“No!” Sophia mumbled.

“No?”

The guards laughed again.

“Do you think we’re being too hard on her?” the first guard asked.

Sophia instinctively knew it was a loaded question that, if she answered ‘yes’ could result in her being disciplined as well. “I don’t know,” she mumbled.

“Would you like to help your friend here?” the other guard asked.

Sophia glanced nervously at him.

“Yeah, sure, you can help her,” the other said. “You want to know how you can help?”

Sophia could feel her stomach knot tightly as she considered her answer. “Yes,” she eventually whispered.

The guards briefly conferred with each other and then one spoke. “OK, here’s what you can do to help your friend.”

Sophia listened attentively to the bizarre instructions the man gave her.

“Lie back on your bed, spread you legs and masturbate for us. We’ll stop beating this slut as soon as you orgasm.”

Sophia wanted to ask if they were serious, but she knew they were.

“Now!” the other guard said.

The woman shackled to the cell door gave Sophia another pleading look.

Slowly, Sophia leaned back on her mattress and spread her legs. Her heart pounded as her hands reached between her legs and her fingers tentatively traced the furrow of her cunt. The two guards resumed whipping the slave with their belts.

“That’s it; pinch your clit!” one of them said.

“Harder!” the other called.

Sophia shivered each time the bud of her clit slipped from between her pinching fingertips. She closed her eyes and tried to shut out the sound of the leather belt striking the defenseless slave’s ass and the sound of her anguished, muffled screams.

Her body was slow to respond but when it did, Sophia ignored the humiliation she felt and allowed herself to enjoy the sensations.

“That’s right, slut. Let’s see just how swollen and excited your clit is!”

Sophia blushed at the crude encouragement but did as she was told. After several minutes she became aware of the silence outside her cell and when she glanced up between her spread legs, she saw that the two guards were now groping the shackled slave’s breasts and pussy.

“If this slut cums before you do, you’re going to get whipped,” one of the guards said.

Sophia increased the speed with which she rubbed her clit and moaned softly as her head dropped back on her pillow.

“Are you cumming yet?” a guard asked.

“Mmmm!” both Sophia and the other slave moaned in unison.

“I think it’s a tie!” the guards laughed.

“Did you cum?” a guard asked Sophia directly.

Sophia blushed deeply as her body continued to shiver and tingle. “Yes,” she whimpered.

“What about you, slut?” he asked the other slave.

Sophia glanced up just as the guard slipped the gag from the other slave’s mouth.

“Yes!” she panted.

“Are you going to cause us any more trouble?”

“No,” the slave said solemnly.

“Good. Now, let’s get you back to your cell then.

Sophia watched silently as the guards released the woman and returned her to her cell. She heard the cell door open and close and then the voice of one of the guards telling her to kneel against the bars.

“You can too,” the other guard said as he stepped back in front of Sophia’s cell.

She was a little unsure of exactly what he meant until he unzipped his trousers.

“Kneel over here,” he said.

Sophia was shocked by the sight of his cock now pressed through the bars of her cell.

“We haven’t got all night!” he said.

Sophia nervously climbed off her bed and kneeled in front of his stiff cock.

“Suck it, slut!” he said.

The saltiness of his leaking cock on Sophia’s tongue caused her mouth to flood with saliva. She instinctively reached for the shaft of his cock and held it lightly in her hands while sucking its large, smooth tip into her mouth.

“Yeah! Suck that cock, slut!” the guard moaned.

Sophia could hear the guard with the other slave encouraging her to suck his cock and soon the corridor of the cells was filled with slurping sounds and moans of pleasure. She glanced up at the man and slowly masturbated his cock with her hands while she suck him. He had his head tilted back with his eyes closed, which reassured Sophia that whatever she was doing, he was enjoying it. Then, without any warning whatsoever, her mouth suddenly flooded with warmness.

At first Sophia thought it was just more saliva and she swallowed without thinking. However, the solid lump of sliminess that slid down her throat alarmed her when she realized he was cumming in her mouth. A second large shot of cum hit the back of her mouth and was swallowed after the first. Sophia felt her stomach constrict as the humiliation of what had just occurred struck her. She swallowed a third large mouthful of his cum and, despite an intense urge to spit out his cock, continued to suck and gently massage its shaft.

When he finally withdrew, Sophia blushed deeply and wiped cum from the edges of her mouth and chin.

“You done too?” the guard asked his partner.

Sophia heard the man grunting loudly and the slave sucking his cock seemingly choking.

“Yeah!” his voice called loudly. “Swallow my cum, bitch!”

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Elysium Island - Chapter 04

The grand ballroom of the Elysium Island Country Club was converted into a huge dining room to accommodate all the newly arrived Business Council employees as well as several hundred male executive residents. Tables were arranged in groups of four and John shared his with Paul Daniels, Milt Anderson and a Russian guy whose name he couldn’t properly pronounce.

“Just call me Duke,” the Russian said in his heavily accented voice.

“I’m John.”

“How do you like paradise so far, John?” Paul asked.

“Um, wow!” was all John could say. “It’s very impressive. I’m overwhelmed.”

The most beautiful women John had ever seen in his life served drinks. There appeared to be two of them to every table in the room, but what really attracted his attention was they were all naked, except for white satin aprons and matching white satin bow ties. One bent over close to John, smiled warmly at him, and asked him what he wanted to drink.

“Scotch and ice, please,” he replied.

John’s eyes wandered from her breasts to her hands with their long spidery fingers and bright red glossed nails, and back to her breasts. Her nipples were pierced with fine silver rings; a small, shiny silver bell hung down from a labia piercing and it tinkled when she walked off to fetch John’s drink.

“That’s Barbara, John,” Paul said.

“Slave 5231, Paul,” Milt smiled as he corrected his friend.

“What do you think, John?” Paul asked.

John had no idea how to respond appropriately. “She’s, um…”

“Yeah, she makes my cock hard too!” Milt laughed.

John joined with Milt and the others in laughter.

“Are all the women on the island slaves?” John asked.

“Most are, John,” Paul replied first.

“There are several free women contracted to work as Dominatrix for the Council but yes, all the others are, John,” Milt added.

“There are a few that work at Pindar in the labs who aren’t technically slaves either,” Duke said.

John pretended to be able to understand what he said.

“They’re indentured to the labs,” Milt said by way of contradiction.

“It amounts to the same thing,” Paul said.

John listened as the three men casually argued the semantics of slavery on the island.

Slave Barbara returned with John’s drink and then stood by obediently waiting to serve anybody at the table that asked. John’s eyes continued to wander over to her, discreetly, but she caught him every time.

“You can’t afford her just yet, John!” Milt laughed when he noticed.

John chuckled politely. “Can I ask a question?”

“Sure!” the men replied.

“I’m just a bit curious about the auction tomorrow, and how it works. I’m not allowed to bid, am I?”

Paul explained the auction process in detail and then said, “John, what usually happens at these first-time luncheons today is all the new people such as yourself will get the opportunity to ‘win’ your own slave to use as you please for your first month here.”

“I will?” John’s eyes went wide.

“Sure. It’s customary on the eve of the Market Day auctions to pass the previous months newly arrived women onto this months newly arrived men,” said Milt.

John suddenly thought of his wife Sophia and the promise he made to her. “But, wouldn’t their husbands want to buy their wives back at auction?”

“Oh, some do. However most, once they’ve had a taste of island life, don’t,” Paul said.

“John, it simply wouldn’t be good manners of us if we only offered new fellas like yourself worn out sluts to be your slaves for the first month. What sort of impression would that create?” Milt asked.

The others agreed with Milt.

“So, in other words,” John continued. “If I want my wife back, I’ll have to wait two months?”

“That’s not a problem, is it son?” A voice behind John asked.

John turned to see Gerald Visconti. “Um, no, absolutely not, Mr. Visconti!” John said.

“Please, call me Gerry,” he said.

John quickly stood, buttoned his jacket and shook Gerry’s hand. “I’m John Pelagie.”

“Good to make your acquaintance, John. How is everybody treating you so far?”

“Couldn’t be better, Mr., um, Gerry.”

“Good! That’s what I like to hear!” Gerry turned his attention to Barbara. “Fetch me a cognac, slave.”

“Yes Mr. Visconti, Sir!” Barbara responded and then quickly disappeared toward the bar; the bell swinging from her labia piercing tinkling as she skipped quickly away.

“So, you’ve seen all the facilities now on our island?” Gerry asked John.

“Not all of them. We’re going to see the offices and production facilities at Pindar after lunch, and I think we’re going to Viscount Heads for dinner tonight?” John looked to Paul for confirmation.

“Yep, that’s right,” said Paul.

“Good!” Gerry smiled. “Do you know where you’ll be working yet, John?”

“Yes, I’ll be working in tech support to begin with…”

“Computing?” Gerry asked.

“Oh, yes, computing. That’s my specialty.”

Good!” Gerry smiled broadly and sincerely. “You’ll be working under Tom Dixon. Good man, Tom. Been with me a long time.”

John filed the information away in his head.

Barbara returned with Gerry’s drink and offered it to him on a silver tray.

“You know,” Gerry said after his first sip of the cognac. “They used to only make a hundred bottles of this a year. Since we opened for business here on Elysium, they’ve had to increase that to a thousand.”

“Really?” John asked, trying not to sound sycophantically impressed. “What sort of cognac is it?”

“Louis the Thirteenth,” Gerry smiled and savored another mouthful. “You know, when I was first starting out in the real estate business, I could barely afford to buy an empty bottle of this stuff!”

“That’s right, John,” Paul joined Gerry’s conversation. “The bottles are made of pure crystal and an empty one will set you back between six and eight hundred dollars.”

“Wow!” said John.

“We sell it in the bars of the casino down at Viscount for a hundred duty-free dollars a glass, John,” Gerry added. “You know, we get some stupid rich fucks here sometimes who want to mix it…with ice and Coke!”

John could tell Gerry was seriously flabbergasted by the mere thought of polluting such a fine drink with anything at all.

John glanced over at Duke in time to see him rolling his eyes and laughing. “Stupid fucks!” he laughed.

“You should try a glass, John. Slave, fetch John here a Louis.”

John eyes again became transfixed on Barbara’s beautiful, pear-shaped ass disappear between the tables on her way to the bar.

“OK gentlemen, I must keep moving and mingling. It’s a pleasure to meet you, John. Look forward to hearing great things about you!”

“Thanks Gerry!” John started to stand.

“It’s OK son. You just relax and enjoy yourself,” Gerry patted John on the shoulders after he sat again.

The conversation at John’s table continued throughout the entrée meal and the main course – a sumptuous feast of lobster and other fresh seafood caught locally. After everybody finished eating their main course, and as the tables were being cleared, Gerald Visconti walked onto the stage of the grand ballroom and began his welcoming address to all the new arrivals.

“Gentlemen, it is tradition here on Elysium that all new employees of the Business Council begin life, work and play here as equals. To this end, you have already been required to annul any marriages or partnerships you may have had in the outside world; your starting salaries here are all the same, regardless of whether you’ve been employed as a leading professional in your field, or a tradesman here to help construct new facilities. Any pecuniary interests you had in a former life have been placed into trust on your behalf though let me say, with just rare exceptions, the opportunities here on Elysium will ultimately make any wealth you had in the past seem negligible.

As many of you will no doubt now be aware, life here on Elysium comes with certain perks that make us the envy of the modern, industrial world. We, that is my partners in the Business Council and I, were very conscious of the fact that many employees of big corporations, such as ours, can grow to feel disenchanted after a period of time if they feel they’re nothing more than corporate clones. Well, let me tell you all straight now, that’s not how we do things here!”

A wave of loud applause washed around the inside of the large ballroom.

“No sir! We respect each and every one of you as individuals and hold you all in the highest regards, not just for the money your skills can make for us, but for the unique personalities each of you bring to island life. We are in a sense, all brothers here.”

More applause. Gerry Visconti waited until it had subsided and then continued.

“Now, I know many of you have relinquished strong bonds of matrimony to join us here in Elysium. I congratulate you for making that choice. However, as many of you also know, it is our women-folk who enable us to reach the heights of success. This is clearly evident in your women who have surrendered themselves to us in order that you may be successful here on Elysium. They too will have their rewards here but first, they must undertake a period of induction and training, just as you have done in preparation for your respective jobs here.

Generally speaking, the methods we use here to train your wives and loved ones will effectively bring out the best of their submissive natures in those who naturally possess them in less than three weeks. However, it is the nature of some women to aspire to positions as our equals and sometimes even, our betters.”

A small peal of laughter rang out through the room.

“Yes indeed! It is for these women that our induction and training course has therefore been designed to last anywhere up to six months. Experience has shown that those women who don’t adapt to the submissive stations we offer them invariably make the finest dominants so, all is not lost if any of your wives happen to fall into that head-strong category.”

John thought briefly of Sophia – the antithesis of ‘head-strong’ in his opinion. He also felt a twinge of remorse for her in that she, submissive by nature, would have to endure a training period much longer than would otherwise be necessary.

“Now,” Gerry continued, “Since each of you new employees will be bereft of your wives and all the support they have given you in the past, and in order that you shouldn’t go wonting in any way, I would like to offer you this.”

Gerry called for an assistant to bring out the slaves.

“Gentlemen, I present to you Elysium Island’s latest apprentice slaves.”

Applause broke out as twenty or so women; all naked and chained collar to collar were led onto the stage.

John stared at each of them; some short, some tall; some blonde, some brunette; some fair skinned and some tanned or dark. Each of them was attractive in one way or another, and several had the looks of fashion models. Most of them also appeared to be relatively subdued, if not entirely happy about being on stage. Several even smiled brightly, as if they were lined up in a beauty pageant.

“Now, we like to do things fairly on Elysium so, gentlemen, if you look under your seats you’ll find a small yellow sticker with a number on it.”

John, like the rest of the new employees scattered throughout the room, searched under the seat of his chair and removed the sticker. “Number seventeen,” he said to himself.

The slaves on stage were numbered one through twenty from left to right, and John counted them off until he saw him. One by one, Gerry called for the new ‘owners’ to come up to the stage to take possession of their slaves.

“John, please accept slave 17369 with the compliments of all your friends and business colleagues here today,” said Gerry.

John smiled briefly in the direction of the applause from the room and then turned to his new slave. She wasn’t very tall, maybe 5’4”, but her body was nicely proportioned in its curvaceous-ness. Her eyes, fringed by jet black straight hair cut long, were the most sparkling green John had ever seen, though she appeared reluctant to meet his appreciative gaze directly.

Gerry called the next number as John escorted his new slave from the stage. He felt slightly odd, leading the naked woman at the end of a leash attached to her collar, but by the time he’d returned to his table, the feeling had all but passed.

The other men at John’s table ate dessert while John’s slave stood obediently silent at his shoulder. They talked openly about her appearance, particularly her shapely ass.

“You’re a lucky man, John,” Milt said. “I wouldn’t mind fucking her ass myself!”

“I can do that?” asked John. He felt slightly stupid even asking, but the laughter of his new friends relaxed him.

“Sure you can, John,” said Paul. “Fuck her any which way you like. Isn’t that right, slut?”

John’s slave quietly responded, “Yes Sir.”

“She should have been trained by now to do anything you like, John,” Paul continued. “Would you like a demonstration?”

“I guess so,” John responded, unsure of exactly what a demonstration might entail.

“Slut,” Paul turned his attention to the dark hair girl at John’s side. “Come over here.”

John watched as Paul whispered something in the girl’s ear. She clearly blushed but quickly disappeared for several minutes. When she returned, she brought back a very large carrot complete with its bushy green head.

“Bend over,” Paul said to her.

John sat silently, stunned as he watched Paul smear the carrot in butter and then force it into his slave’s ass. It made her look like she had a leafy green tail, and the sight made everybody at John’s table, and those nearby who’d been watching, laugh.

The girl blushed deeply and appeared on the verge of tears to John. He might have even felt slightly sorry for her except the sight of her ass plugged like that made him so horny, he felt like throwing her on her back on the table and fucking her hard right there and then.

John’s slave was made to remain standing with the carrot in her ass until the call was made for the new employees to return to the bus.

“Don’t worry about your slaves, gentlemen,” Gerry spoke from the stage. “Just write your villa number on their tits or somewhere, and we’ll make sure they get delivered for you this afternoon.

John rose from his chair and grinned at his new slave. She kept her eyes averted and cast down at the floor though John felt certain he detected the faintest of smiles on her lips. He turned back briefly to look at her one last time, and then made his way toward the tour bus.

-=0=-

Elysium Island - Chapter 03

The bus carrying Sophia and the other newly arrived women only took a few minutes to drive the two or so miles from the Elysium airstrip to Montverde. When it arrived, monumental metal gates were opened to allow the bus to park inside the battlement enclosed courtyard area. Sophia stared silently out the window at the rows of wooden market stalls that lined the walls, and at a large raised wooden platform in front of the main building within the walls of the castle.

When the door of the bus was opened, Wendy, the woman who’d met them at the plane, instructed everybody to exit the bus and follow her. Sophia was among the first off the bus and she fell into line behind Wendy with all the others behind her.

“This way,” Wendy said. She pushed open a side door into the sandstone building and led the women along a long corridor that ultimately terminated at a circular stairwell that disappeared into the darkness below.

Sophia nervously peered down the steep stairs while Wendy waited for the whole group to assemble along the wall of the corridor.

“Your attention please!” Wendy raised her voice above the whispering and giggles in the corridor. “From here on in, you are all to remain silent unless asked to speak.”

The short speech that followed reminded Sophia of her youth and of the strict teachers she’d had at school. Perhaps it was just Wendy’s brusque, officious manner, but it unsettled Sophia almost as much as the prospect of descending the stairs below.

“Hurry up! I won’t tell you again,” Wendy said to Sophia. “Move!”

The command startled Sophia, but her feet instinctively responded. She tightly gripped a cold metal handrail and made her way down the stone cobbled stairs.

Sophia felt slightly claustrophobic in the confined space of the stairwell and the semi-darkness lit only by oil-burning lanterns placed in recesses of the walls. When the stairwell finally came to an end, Sophia stepped out into a large vestibule area with high, vaulted ceilings and wooden church pews arranged in several short rows in front of a large cathedral-styled wooden door.

Wendy told Sophia to go to the end of the first row of pews and sit and then directed the rest of the women to fill the seats from the front row back. Once everybody was seated, Wendy rapped a bronze knocker three times loudly on the large door. She then waited a minute or so before the door opened to reveal a very tall women dressed in a leather jumpsuit and thigh-high heeled boots that made her look well over six feet tall.

“My name is Mistress Carla,” she announced in a deep, clear voice. “You are to address me as Mistress or Mistress Carla. No other form of address will be tolerated. Do I make myself clear?”

Sophia glanced sideways at the young woman sitting next to her. She looked as shocked as Sophia felt.

“I said, do I make myself clear?” Carla asked a second time. Her impatience immediately manifest in her annoyed expression.

“Yes Mistress,” a few voices behind Sophia replied.

“Do I make myself clear?” Carla’s tone was still low and clear, but it was now filled with menace.

“Yes Mistress!” Sophia joined all the others in responding.

“Good. Now, we have a lot of you to process today, so I don’t want any of you sluts wasting my time and not doing exactly what you’re told, when you’re told to do it. Is this clear?”

A chorus of ‘yes Mistress!’ resounded in the cavernous room. Sophie was struck mute by the way Carla called them all ‘sluts’. She could feel her face grow pale as the shock drained the blood from it.

“You!”

Carla’s intense sudden focus on Sophia caused her to physically jump back in her seat.

“Yes?” Sophia could barely speak. She stared up at Carla and was paralyzed by the fear she felt grip her.

“I didn’t hear you. I said, is that clear?”

“Yes Mistress,” Sophia mumbled quietly in a tensely cracked voice.

“Is that clear?” Carla roared at her.

“Yes Mistress.” Sophia felt her eyes burn from the small droplets of tears that suddenly spilled from them.

Carla stared at her for a moment and then turned her attention back to the group. “If any of you sluts test my patience today, you can expect to suffer my wrath. Is that clear?”

“Yes Mistress,” Sophia’s voice trailed the unison voice of the group by a half second.

Carla glanced briefly at her and continued speaking to the group. “That’s better. Now, one thing you will quickly come to learn here at Montverde that I can be very strict, but I also reward those who please me. So, keep that in mind OK?”

“Yes Mistress!” All the women, including trembling Sophia, spoke as one voice.

“Send that one in first.” Carla pointed Wendy to Sophia, turned on her heel and then strode back into the adjoining chamber.

“You! Hurry up,” Wendy said to Sophia.

Sophia quickly rose to her feet and was firmly pushed in through the door after Carla. The door was then closed and Sophia pushed through a second door into large, ornately decorated office. As with outside in the vestibule, oil lamps lit the room but there was an electric lamp on the desk and a computer monitor illuminating that side of the room.

“Name?” Carla asked.

“Um, Sophia. Sophia Pelagie.”

Carla tapped Sophia’s name into the computer and peered through her half-moon glasses at the screen. “Sophia Pelagie; age, thirty-five; married; former employment, none.”

Sophia’s attention wandered to Wendy and two very large, muscled men dressed in nothing but studded leather loincloths. A lump of nerves formed in Sophia’s throat and no amount of swallowing seemed able to shift it.

“Good,” Carla finally said. She leaned back in her chair, clasped her fingers together on her stomach, and looked across her desk at Sophia. “Are you going to give me any more trouble?”

“No. Um, no, Mistress.”

“I hope not. As you may or may not know, you have been placed in escrow by your husband and will remain bonded until such time as he proves to the satisfaction of the Elysium Business Council that he can be trusted to uphold his contractual obligations of confidentiality. Has he told you this?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Sophia nodded as she replied.

“Very good. That saves me the time to explain it. Now, did he tell you anything else?”

“I’m not sure, Mistress. Only that I would be, um, what’s the word?”

“Indentured?” Carla peered over the rim of her glasses.

“Indentured to somebody for my first month here.”

“Do you know what that means?” Carla asked.

“Um, I think so. No, I don’t, Mistress.”

“Either you do or you don’t girl. What is it?”

“No, Mistress.”

“OK, let me explain. You will in a moment be asked to surrender your clothes and any possessions such as jewelry you may be wearing.”

Sophia’s heart skipped a beat. Her face suddenly felt warm and flushed.

“You will then be fitted with a steel collar that has a number on it. You will be expected to remember this number and answer promptly whenever it is called. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress.” Sophia’s dread ate away at her insides.

“Your wrists and ankles will then be manacled but these won’t be shackled unless you prove to be difficult. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good. The collar and those manacles will remain attached for the duration of your escrow period. You will only be released from them earlier if there is some medical reason to do so, or if your Master or Mistress during your enslavement period expressly permits it.”

Sophia continued to listen, but it all sounded so surreal she couldn’t take it all in.

“Wendy, is her collar ready?”

“Yes Mistress Carla. It’s right here.”

Sophia glanced at Wendy as she handed Carla a polished silver collar, about an inch wide and with several D-rings attached in various places.

Carla stepped from behind her desk and moved to stand toe to toe with Sophia. “Hold up your hair, slave, so I can secure this around your neck.

Sophia’s hands trembled as she reached back and bunched her shoulder length hair into a ponytail. The steel collar felt very cold at first against the warm skin of her neck, but it quickly warmed once Carla had locked it in place.

“Now, get undressed.”

Sophia felt momentarily paralyzed.

“Now!”

Sophia immediately began removing her dress. As she removed each item of clothing, she passed it to Wendy who in turn passed it to one of the men watching. She could feel all their eyes on her, watching as she stripped down completely.

“Good.” Carla’s lips curled up slightly with the faint trace of a smile. “Hands behind your back, slave.”

Sophia knew it was futile to refuse and slowly, her hands slid away from their positions modestly covering her breasts and pussy and came together behind her back.

“Very good,” Carla said after eying Sophia’s nakedness from head to toe.

Carla ordered Sophia to stand like that without moving while she added some notes to Sophia’s file on the computer. She typed in a few things and then asked Wendy to take Sophia’s photo for the file.

Wendy ushered Sophia to stand against a wall in the room that had been marked with heights, just like a ‘mug shot’ wall in a police station, only made of sandstone blocks and not plain white plaster.

Sophia stood nervously in front of the wall; her facial expression an outward manifestation of the apprehension and nervousness that churned her stomach. Several photos were taken of her front on, in profile, and her back.

“Thanks Wendy,” Carla said when Wendy handed her the camera.

Sophia watched silently as Carla downloaded the photos onto the computer.

“OK, I think we’re about done here. Wendy, can you … oh, you already have.”

“Yes Mistress,” Wendy said. “One blanket; one pillow.”

Sophia held out her arms to accept the blanket and pillow given her by Wendy.

“From now on,” Carla said to Sophia, “You will answer to the slave number assigned to you: slave 17386. Repeat it for me.”

“Slave seventeen three eight six,” Sophia intoned the number.

“Good. Right, slave 17386, the guards here will now escort you to your cell where you’ll remain until the auction tomorrow evening. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Mistress,” said Sophia.

“Boys, take our new girl to her cell, please,” Carla said, and with that, the two men approached Sophia, lightly gripped her upper arms, and briskly walked her from Carla’s office.

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Elysium Island - Chapter 02

“Ladies and gentlemen, we are about to begin our descent to Elysium Island. Please raise your seats to the upright position and observe the seat belt signs. The temperature on the island is currently twenty-five degrees Celsius, or seventy-five Fahrenheit, the humidity low and the weather fine – another perfect day in paradise. We should be on the ground in fifteen minutes. On behalf of the staff and crew, I’d like to thank you for flying Elysium Air.”

The captain’s announcement woke Sophia. She glanced across at John and smiled before turning her attention to the blueness of the ocean below. The sounds of the wing flap hydraulics were followed by several engine noises of gentle thrusts. Sophia gazed out the window at the ocean below and watched as the deep blueness gave way to an emerald green as they neared the island.

“It’s beautiful!” Sophia gasped in awe at her first sighting of Elysium.

John leaned over to look with her. “Mmm!” he said.

The full vista of the island quickly came into view and grew large.

“That’s Oceanus Cove, I think,” said John. He pointed to an area of pristine sandy beaches over looked by white Mediterranean styled villas. Coconut trees seemed to be everywhere and they enhanced the whole tropical ambience. "That’s where we’ll be living!”

“It’s beautiful!” Sophia said reverently.

“And there -- that must be Pindas, the main shopping area. That road leads to the country club and golf course…” said John.

“Is that…?” Sophia pointed to a large stone castle in the distance beyond the airstrip.

“That’s Montverde,” John said. “You’ll be staying there tonight.”

Sophia felt the sensation of a sudden thrill quicken her pulse. The castle reminded her a lot of fairytale ones she’d seen in the Alps between France and Switzerland when she and John lived in Europe. “It’s breathtaking,” she said.

The plane eventually dropped down onto the airstrip; its engines roaring loudly to thrust against the forward momentum until finally, the plane slowed to a walking pace.

Once John and Sophia had exited the plane, she remarked it wasn’t quite as hot as she’d anticipated. It was a remark she repeated to the friendly, smiling guard who was there to usher the line of people to the customs and immigration desk inside the small terminal building.

“It’s the same temperature all year round,” he said with a smile. “Only the humidity changes, though the trade winds keep that low enough to be pleasant in summer too.”

After being processed, John and Sophia joined a small crowd of new arrivals assembled by several uniformed island staff.

“If I could have all the ladies over here with me,” a woman called. “This way, please.”

“This is it!” John smiled at his wife and gave her a reassuring hug.

“Yes,” Sophia replied.

John could feel her body trembling in his arms. “This is going to be so great!”

“Yes,” Sophia agreed, though she didn’t sound convinced to John.

“OK, you better go,” said John. He smiled brightly and gave Sophia’s butt cheeks a gentle squeeze.

“Mmm!” she whispered in his ear. “OK.”

“Remember, you just be yourself and do whatever they say. OK?”

Sophia smiled faintly, nodded and mouthed the words, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” John said back. He pursed his lips and blew a kiss in her direction as she made her way to join the other women.

“Gentlemen. Gentlemen, can I have you attention please.”

John turned to see Karl, an executive from the Elysium Island Business Council who had interviewed him for the job and who had been in charge of his induction and training. He smiled to acknowledge the acquaintance.

“Gentlemen, welcome to Elysium,” he finally said after he had everybody’s attention. “Please ensure your suitcases are clearly tagged with your name and with the villa number allocated to you in your information pack. Is there anybody who didn’t receive that information?”

John glanced around at the other men, some of whom he remembered from the training seminars. Nobody spoke up. He then looked past the group of men to the women who had assembled in the far corner of the terminal reception area. He smiled inwardly at the sight of Sophia listening attentively to the woman addressing her group.

“Good. If you have any other personal items brought from the mainland, such laptops, please ensure they are also correctly tagged and left with Jimmy here, who will take them with your suitcase to your villa.”

John smiled at the young guy standing with his hands on hips beside Karl. He smiled back politely but seemed indifferent to everybody except Karl.

“There’s a bus waiting outside to take us on a tour of the island. Are we all ready to go?”

There were murmurs of agreement.

“Good. Let’s go then.” Karl turned on his heel and led the small procession of twenty or so men out of the building to a waiting bus.

Once they were all aboard, Karl stood in the aisle at the front of the bus and directed the driver to move off.

“I’m Mike.” The man sitting next to John introduced himself.

“John. I saw you at the seminars.”

“Yes,” Mike nodded.

John gazed out the window at the group of women, including Sophia, waiting to board a second bus.

“Are you here with your wife?” Mike asked. He also had his eyes on the group of women outside the window of the bus.

“Yes,” John replied.

“Which one is she?”

“Over there; the blonde in the white dress.” John looked fondly at Sophia and wanted to wave, but she seemed preoccupied with one of the other women.

“Ah!” Mike said. “Very nice.”

“What about you?” John asked.

“Me? Married?” Mike laughed at the idea. “No, not for a long time now.”

“Oh?” John thought for a moment. “Do you have a girlfriend?”

The bus with the men on it had by now driven out of the car park and was headed down the road toward Montverde.

“No,” Mike smiled. “No, I was married many years ago, when I first came here but since then, I’ve only ever kept slaves.”

“You’ve been here before?”

“Yes, many times. I do contract work for Visconti…”

“Gerald Visconti?”

“Yes. He and I go way back.”

“I see,” John said. He suddenly had a million questions to ask but thought it best not to be too nosey. “If you’ve been here so many times before, why were you at the induction and training seminars?”

“It’s part of my job,” Mike replied. “But listen, you don’t want me to bore you with that. How long have you two been married?”

“Um, fifteen years. Nearly.”

“That’s a long time. The average here is seven to ten, though most have only been married a couple of years.”

“Really?” John asked out of politeness rather than curiosity.

“Yeah. I prefer the more mature slaves myself, especially the ones out of stable, established marriages like yours.”

John got the distinct impression from Mike that he had his eye on Sophia. He knew it shouldn’t bother him because he’d given months of consideration to the prospect of Sophia being enslaved. However, the type of man he’d fantasized about and envisioned enslaving her was, for all intents and purposes, like himself – somebody who might care for his wife and be gentle with her fragile, submissive nature in the same way as he had always been. Mike clearly wasn’t that sort of person, and it worried John to think of Mike enslaving her.

“She’s educated too, isn’t she?” Mike asked.

“Yes,” John admitted.

Karl’s voice over the speaker system in the bus interrupted their conversation.

“Gentlemen, this is Montverde Castle. It is the pride and joy of Elysium and the major tourist attraction on the island. The sandstone blocks it is made from were quarried in northern Africa and shipped here over several years.”

John stared out the window at the imposing structure that dominated the flat peak of Elysium Island. It looked just like a medieval castle but at the same time, there was a newness about it that seemed incongruous. Karl continued to speak of its statistics; the marble slab flooring inside from Italy; the oak beams and posts throughout that had originally been milled in the 17th and 18th centuries to build ships for the old British Empire’s fleets.

“Market Day,” Karl said, “is held the first weekend of every month. You’ve probably read a little about this in your information packs, so I won’t spoil any surprises by saying more. The bus will bring you all back tomorrow about mid-morning. You’ll only need to bring your ID cards – all food and drinks are free for residents at Market Day. Cigars are also available for free to those who smoke but if you want cigarettes, you’ll have to pay for those yourselves. We’ll be stopping for lunch at the country club in about fifteen minutes time. An Elysium Island Finance Officer will be available there to make sure your ID cards have been credited with sufficient funds to purchase any incidental items you may require.”

The bus made a slow pass of Montverde and then began its slow, winding descent off the plateau, down through lush tropical rainforests to the coastal road that links the main settlement areas of Pindar and Oceanus with the tourist district of Viscount Heads.

Throughout the remainder of the journey, Mike pointed out various minor landmarks and chatted about the island’s flora and fauna trivia. When John heard the island had once been used as an animal quarantine station for mainland Australia, he asked whether or not residents were allowed to keep pets.

“Sure!” Mike laughed. “Just not the animal variety!”

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Elysium Island - Chapter 01

John Pelagie gripped his wife Sophia’s wrists tightly either side of her head. He held her pinned to the bed like that to drive his cock hard and deep into her. The soft glow of the bedside lamps illuminated Sophia’s face in such a way that made her blissful expression appear more radiant than he’d ever seen. After nearly fifteen years of marriage, he thought he’d seen every ‘orgasm face’ she could possibly make, but this was by far the most beautiful, and surprising.

It was an expression that, in John’s eyes, spoke volumes about her devotion to him. She’d been his childhood sweetheart and stuck through the difficult financial times with him when they were students at university. They graduated together: John with a double degree in business administration and IT, and Sophia with degrees in arts and history. She could have accepted a job offered to her on graduation by the metropolitan art gallery but instead, she chose to marry John so she could fully support him in his career.

This career took John and Sophia to many interesting and exotic places in the world, but none so unusual as Elysium Island promised to be. John thought about the six-month induction and training period just completed as he drove his cock deep into Sophia. Her orgasmic rapture especially aroused him in the way it revealed her wonderful innocence and naivety to the full facts of just what Elysium Island and their impending relocation there was all about.

John had no reservations about the job offered to him, or the sacrifices he knew he had to make to accept it. However, the deception he’d employed to convince Sophia to make the sacrifices required of her still left him with a lingering sense of guilt. In an odd sort of a way, it was this guilt he felt deep inside, combined with her unfaltering trust in him that aroused him on this, the eve of their departure for Elysium Island. He felt like he was fucking an angel and the thought caused his cock to erupt with a torrent of gushing jism.

Of Sophia’s many charms, the one that John found most alluring was her timid insecurity. She had a habit of post-coital need to have him spoon together with her and assure her he was satisfied after sex, but not this night. Instead, he hugged her and pressed his naked body close against her warm back as he usually did, but Sophia merely sighed softly – contentedly – and promptly fell asleep without saying a word. John might have given more thought to this, but he had other things on his mind that kept him awake for much of the night.

Sophia had already returned from her early morning walk by the time John woke the next day. He greeted her fondly and kissed her lightly on the cheek. An hour or so later, they traveled the short distance from their motel to the airport by taxi.

“Well, this is it,” said John.

Sophia smiled at him and echoed his sentiment.

“Are you nervous?” he asked.

“Mmm,” Sophia nodded a little.

“Don’t be,” said John. “This will be the best move we ever made!”

John and Sophia eventually passed through all the security checks and clearances into the departure lounge of Sydney International. Their flight was schedule to leave at 9 am from the last gate off the main concourse. They were about an hour early and there was no sign of the Elysium Air plane waiting outside the terminal for them. There was only one other couple also waiting in the lounge, but they appeared to be too deeply engaged in conversation with each other to acknowledge John and Sophia’s presence.

“I love flying,” Sophia said, more to herself than her husband.

John smiled to himself as he silently observed his wife staring out at the planes coming and going on the runways outside.

By 8:50am, the departure lounge had become filled with people, mostly couples just like John and Sophia. There was also a small group of about ten men and women dressed in the uniform of the Elysium Island Business Council; the distinctive black satin shirts bearing Elysium’s floral emblem and logo of three intertwined red roses. They stood congregated close to the exit passage to the tarmac and appeared to be indifferent to the boarding call announcement for Elysium Air.

John and Sophia fell into line behind other couples as they slowly made their way into the enclosed passage to outside. When they exited, there was no plane waiting: only two small electric busses that looked like over-sized golf buggies, each of which held twenty or so passengers. The busses then transported all the passengers to the far side of the airfield where a Fokker F-28 passenger jet branded with the Elysium Island logo stood waiting for them.

“This is the part I hate most!” Sophia gripped the arm rests of her seat beside John and visibly tensed as the plane reached full throttle on the runway and then began its ascent into the sky.

The roar of the engines continued for the next few minutes as the plane circled in a wide arc out over the ocean. Sophia rested her forehead on the Perspex window and watched the fishing boats below slowly receded to become just specks of white on the azure blue water. The plane’s climb skyward eventually leveled off and, after a doorbell-like ping of sound, the seat belt sign was extinguished and the captain made a few announcements.

“Welcome aboard Elysium Air,” he began. “It’s a beautiful day outside, as you can see. All reports show fine, clear skies ahead and we expect to arrive at Elysium on time, at 11:30am. I would like to remind passengers it is company policy that you all remain in your seats for the duration of the flight. If you need to use the bathroom at all, please just press the service button so an attendant can escort you. I’d also like to remind you that smoking is not permitted on this flight.”

John grumbled light-heartedly at the non-smoking rule and then reclined his seat back to relax.

“John.”

“Yes Sophia?”

“Tell me about this ‘escrow period’ again.”

John smiled at his wife and chose his words carefully. “It’s really very simple, Sophia. Because of the highly sensitive and confidential nature of the work I’ll be doing, the Elysium Island Business Council requires a guarantee of my trust and loyalty. It’s only for the first month…”

“But why me? I mean it makes me feel like I’m just some chattel.”

“No, no, no!” John clasped Sophia’s hand in his. “You’re my most valued possession in the world. I wouldn’t have offered you otherwise. Besides, there’s no way we could possibly have raised the monetary bond they asked for. Sophia, these people are rich beyond your wildest imagination, and we’ll be joining them!”

She thought for a moment and then looked absently out the window again. “Yes, but I still have a strange feeling about this.”

“Relax!” said John. “Look, everything is going to be just fine. Really, it will. Don’t worry! You remember when I worked for Lassiter Exploration and we lived in Saudi Arabia? We had to conform to the local laws and customs, right?”

“Yes.”

“This is the same sort of thing. Really, it is.”

Sophia squeezed John’s hand. She glanced at him and smiled bravely.

“That’s a girl!” John smiled back. He then leaned in close and whispered in her ear, “I think it’s actually rather sexy – to think of you enslaved to somebody else.”

“John!” Sophia pulled her hand away. “Don’t say that!” she whispered as loudly as she possibly could without drawing attention from the couple sitting in the next row.

“My own little sex slave,” John grinned.

“Stop it! That’s not funny!”

John continued to grin and stare at Sophia. The way she blushed and wriggled uncomfortably in her seat stirred his cock again. “I’m only joking, Sophia. Look, from what I’ve been told, it’s all just a bit of fun for new employees and their wives. Aside from the confidentiality issues, they say it’s merely a way to break the ice and help everybody to assimilate everybody into island life. It’s paradise! Remember?”

Sophia relaxed a little and a smile slowly returned to her face. “Yes. It sure looks beautiful in the pictures.”

“It is! We’ll have our own luxury villa and servants to wait on our every whim. There’s membership to the country club…”

“But John!”

“Yes, Sophia?”

“Won’t I have to be one of those servants?”

“Only for the first month, Sophia, and you won’t be alone. You’ll be in the company of all the other indentured wives who are in escrow. Who knows? You might even like it!”

There was a long period of silence where Sophia appeared to be thinking of something. She finally leaned over the armrest of her seat and whispered playfully to John, “Do you think I’ll have to wear a maid’s costume?”

John’s cock tingled at the thought. “I hope so!” he grinned back at her.

Sophia smiled, closed her eyes, and relaxed quietly back in her seat.

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Elysium Island - Visitor Information

Elysium Island (formerly the Australian Territory of Elysium) is a small, self-governing island-nation located in the Pacific Ocean, 2,360 km (1,466 miles) northeast of Sydney, Australia.

It maintains about 2,500 residents who live in a number of towns on the southwestern end of the island: Pindar, Oceanus Cove, Montverde, and Viscount Heads.

It has a unique natural topography with 65% of 135 square kilometers (52.1 sq. miles) of pristine and ancient rainforest.

History

For centuries, Elysium Island’s isolation and rugged coasts provided natural barriers to settlement. British and Dutch navigators first included the island on their charts from the early seventeenth century, and Captain William Smeeton of the East India Trading vessel, the Royal Anne, named the island when he landed there on 2nd June, 1640. Smeeton and two of his crewmen were the first recorded people to set foot on Elysium Island.

The first attempt at exploring the island was not made until 1814 by the crew of the Emerald Star. They reported seeing coconut palms and several species of sea birds, but no other animal life. They also tried to reach the summit of the island, but found the cliffs impassable. Captain Murray Brougham noted in his journal that extensive surveys revealed no signs of indigenous inhabitation. At his urging, the British Admiralty annexed the 135 square kilometer island. But it was not until 1856 that Elysium Island was settled. This followed the discovery of extensive deposits of phosphate of lime by geologist Sir John Cowper that in turn led to annexation of the island by the British Crown in 1862.

The island was administered jointly by the British Phosphate Commissioners and District Officers from the United Kingdom Colonial Office through the Straits Settlements, and later the Crown Colony of Singapore. Japan invaded and occupied the island in 1942 and interred the residents until the end of World War II in 1945. At Australia’s request, Britain transferred sovereignty to Australia.

Elysium Island remained under Australian administration until 2007, during which time the island’s phosphate reserves were exhausted and the population (mostly immigrant workers from Italy and Greece) dwindled to just several hundred. The island was then leased to prominent Australian property and tourism tycoon, Gerald Visconti and a group of unnamed international partners.

During the course of the following five years, the island was transformed into an exclusive resort for wealthy international travelers. Its official opening in 2012 coincided with the successful conclusion of a legal battle fought between Visconti and his business partners to be granted sovereignty and independence from Australia (see Government below).

Since then, Elysium Island has remained closed to all but its invited guests and the employees who work in the island’s various boutique industries.

Government

Elysium Island holds a distinctly unique position in the world of international politics and global business. When the Australian Federal Government enacted its Reformation of Freedom Act in 2008, Gerald Visconti and his partners took advantage of a loophole in the statutes that allows Elysium Island to exist as an autonomous State Protectorate of Australia. Subsequent affiliation with Apollynon International, the marketing and management committee of the New Global Order followed in that same year. In 2012, an amendment to the Australian Reformation of Freedom Act to correct its constitutional legal anomaly managed to prevent the creation of any similar autonomous States in the future, but it failed to nullify Elysium Island's sovereign nation status.

Administration of the island’s international and domestic affairs is the responsibility of the Elysium Island Business Council. This group, headed by Gerald Visconti, operates as both the governing body for the island community and the management board for its various boutique industries. There is a constitution fashioned after archaic European models of peerage. Elysium Island’s laws abide by the principal of unity of the civil and criminal justice system and its court operates on the inquisitorial premise rather than the adversarial. There is no parliament or democratic system of politics outside of the Elysium Island Business Council.

Economy

The primary businesses on Elysium Island are internet-based banking, gambling and the production of content for the global adult entertainment industry. Most people living on the island are engaged in these areas in one way or another.

Secondary industries in Elysium include technology research and development and pharmaceuticals. In particular, businesses in these fields produce specialized gadgets and drugs all designed for various uses within civil and governmental intelligence gathering services. Though not widely publicized, Elysium’s laboratories design and produce some of the most sophisticated interrogation and brainwashing tools in the world.

One of the lesser industries for Elysium is tourism. While it’s true there are many natural attractions for tourists, such as the beaches and camping trails, most visitors are drawn by the lure of Montverde Castle. It’s a stone edifice situated on top of Elysium Island’s peak and is the location of many exotic and unusual entertainments.

Things To See And Do

Elysium Island boasts all the features you’d expect for an exclusive island development. Brochures for it reveal Tuscan-styled villas and apartment blocks overlooking miles of rocky coastlines and private beaches on one side, and the majestic, rainforest covered peak of Montverde in the other. There are also lagoons for fishing and water skiing, a championship golf course, and the Elysium Country Club complex with its tennis courts, gymnasium, swimming pool, bars and restaurants.

Aside from all its recreational facilities, Elysium Island has a small shopping district in the township of Oceanus Cove on the southern side of the island. It has an avenue of jewelry, fashion and furniture boutiques as well as a bank, hairdressing salon, tavern and grocery mall. To the north of this is Pindar where you’ll find an office complex for services of professionals, such as accountants and lawyers, and a small industrial complex. Viscount Heads, situated on the northern side of the island, is the location of the Elysium Island Casino and Tourist Resort complex.

The flat peak of Elysium Island, about half-way in a straight line between Pindar and Viscount Heads, is the site of the island’s small air strip and Montverde Castle. Within its battlements is a courtyard area fashioned after a medieval public square complete with an assortment of stockades. Tourists who visit Montverde are drawn to the spectacle of female residents publicly punished and humiliated for crimes and misdemeanors committed on the island.

There is a road that follows the island’s shoreline westerly from Pindar around to Viscount Heads. Along this road you’ll find the Snuggle Inn – a bar and nightclub popular with the local men of Elysium Island. It’s just a short walk from here to The Lodge; a private club for men who are residents of the island.

About two miles further along this road is the Elysium Island Golf and Country Club complex. It’s open to all residents as well as tourists when accompanied by members.

The People

The financial success of Elysium Island’s industries make it possible for the Business Council to supply its employee residents with luxurious, rent-free accommodation. The island-state’s status as an international tax haven also means residents don’t pay any income tax or for utilities such as electricity, phone or satellite Internet services. Generally speaking, all new employees, regardless of whether they’re employed as tradesmen or professionals, begin work for the Business Council on the same base salary of $1,200.00 per week. Profit sharing within the industry in which they’re employed enables professionals to quickly advance way in beyond of this. Entrepreneurial initiative is also encouraged so that trades and less skilled employees can share in the wealth created on Elysium Island.

The average age of island residents is thirty-six years for men, and twenty-eight years for women. There are no children living in Elysium. Couples on the island who have children are paid to take leave to raise them in other places, at least for the first several years after which they’re placed in boarding schools. In these cases, parents will take vacation breaks with their children outside of Elysium.

The Law

The inquisitorial system in place on Elysium Island isn’t in itself remarkable. It’s a system still in use in France, for example. What makes the justice system on Elysium Island truly noteworthy is the way it’s applied, particularly the punishments meted out those convicted in its court. Elysium’s penal code prescribes punishments such as public humiliation and floggings and, in more serious cases, torture and many unusual forms of deprivation of liberties. In the most extreme cases, a convicted felon might be ‘banished’ from Elysium – a punishment whereby the person is injected with a drug that erases their memory and then flown back to the Australian mainland to be dumped at the gates of a mental institution.

For the most part, the justice system is weighted heavily in favor of the men of Elysium. For example, public intoxication is a misdemeanor offence for women in Elysium, but not for men. Petty larceny and theft usually incur financial penalties for men whereas women will be dealt with more harshly. In the early days of Elysium, the penal code made it possible for men to have their wives or girlfriends punished for their minor crimes, but this was later revised and dropped from the statues after it was discovered it encouraged some men to commit petty crimes gratuitously.

Montverde & Market Day

Tourists who come to Montverde invariably do so in order to visit Elysium’s main attraction: Market Day. It’s a colorful spectacle complete with stalls of trinkets and other souvenirs, food and beverages served by medieval costumed serving wenches, and jesters and minstrels. There are a variety of entertainments from times past, such as the ‘Dunking Well’. Visitors pay to throw heavy balls at a target, the wooden arm of which is attached to a mechanical trap door over a large Perspex vat of water. A woman usually dressed in nothing more than a thin, white cotton smock, stands on the trap door and is enclosed in a cage so she can’t escape.

Each time the trap is sprung by a bulls eye throw of a ball, the woman is dunked into the vat and then forced to climb a ladder while the trap door is reset. In summer months, the water is chilled with ice cubes while in winter; nature drops the temperate to an icy coldness. Many first-time tourists assume entertainments such as this are choreographed and that the women are paid to be humiliated this way. They are in fact the unwitting witness to Elysium Island’s justice system in action.

However, the highlight of Market Day is always the slave auction. As with every other entertainment offered to tourists, the women put forward as slaves to be auctioned are generally resident spouses of employees or employees themselves of the Elysium Business Council's industries. They fall into four broad categories.

The first category is those women who have just arrived on the island. Traditional marriages and partnerships between men and women aren’t recognized in law on Elysium Island. As part of the induction process to become a resident, all marriages are annulled prior to arrival on the island. The timing of new arrivals coincides with the Market Days at Montverde, held the first Saturday of every month. Newly arrived women are auctioned here and spend their first month of residency indentured as slaves. Lot reserve prices are set at $5,000 to prevent the husbands or partners of those women bidding for ownership before the women have spent the requisite time of one month in service.

The second category of women placed up for auction is for those convicted of civil or criminal offenses. Civil offenses can include such things as disobedience and other misdemeanors committed at the home or office; criminal offenses can range from willful deception, larceny, theft as well as traffic violations and trespass in restricted areas, such as places designated as being exclusively for male residents of Elysium.

The third category of women is for those voluntarily offer themselves to be auctioned. Generally, these are female residents who have been released by former owners who no longer have a need for their services. Social etiquette on Elysium Island demands that all respectable women be enslaved to either an individual or one of the Business Council’s industries. Those who fail to conform to this demand and remain un-collared for two months or more are deemed to be undesirables and as such, are automatically charged by warrant and placed into the custody of one of Elysium’s experimental research divisions. ‘Banishment’ usually follows once their usefulness here expires.

The fourth and final category is women seeking recreational enslavement. Most are female tourists or the partners of male tourists who visit Elysium Island to fulfill various kinky sexual fantasies. Occasionally, resident women will volunteer to escape owners who are cruel or mistreat them, though they risk being sold to an even more sadistic individual or industry.

Tourists are allowed to bid for all slaves auctioned at Market Day provided that the enslavement period alotted to the women they buy falls within the tourist’s vacation visa limits – a duration that is limited by Elysium law to one month. In practice, most tourists are usually outbid on all lots except those women in the two voluntary categories.

Elysium residents tend to avoid purchasing tourist slaves because of various consent contracts tourists sign that regulate and limit the bounds of their use. In rare cases, residents may purchase tourist slaves for temporary domestic or sexual service with a view to converting them to resident status. However, the Business Council doesn’t encourage this as such moves potentially can damage its tourism industry.

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Index

Elysium Island is intended as fantasy for adults. All of the places, events and people are fictitious -- the story itself set in the near future. It isn't an RPG however, other writers are invited to contribute storylines and write chapters from various character viewpoints. To volunteer, EMAIL ME or leave a comment below.

Elysium Island
Visitor Information
Chapter 01
Chapter 02
Chapter 03
Chapter 04
Chapter 05

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