Chapter 20

Ashlee and I were sitting down at a table in the kitchen, the room was hot and sticky, there was a breeze blowing in through the open windows but it just stirred the hot air around. I had been pestering her over the last few weeks, grilling her for information. Ashlee and I were both naked, with collars about our throats; the only thing we wore was a hairnet to keep our hair from getting into the food when we cooked. We had been up since six am that morning, preparing food for the day, it was now noon and we were allowed a reprieve to drink water, have a snack and take a break for an hour. We had been chained to the table by the window and it was nice to sit there and feel the naked air brushing against my heated skin. It did not cool me off, but it at least was refreshing from the stimulation.

“There are three main private auction houses on the island. Tom and Jake run one of them, and they were all connected and networked together” Ashlee explained the slave houses on the island and I listened with interest, after many weeks of no answers I felt ecstatic about finally getting some questions answered.

“Do you know a person named Lisa?” I asked pressing her for more information. She smiled at me, she had been here for a couple of years now and came to the island much the same way I had, kidnapped and sold into slavery, she was from Canada and had was now twenty-five, she had been sold five years ago when she had come to visit with her boyfriend who returned home without her..

“Lisa runs a safe house for abused slaves; she would rehabilitate them and make sure there were sound of mind and body before they were re-sold. Lisa’s mother had traveled over from Spain to Deception Island to make it her home, opening up a prostitution and fetish house, though they said she was just the proprietress. When Lisa’s mother passed away, Lisa took it over.” Ashlee shared all the information she had with me on this subject. I was still curious about Lisa, wanting to know her relationship between Jake and Tom but Ashlee had never met Lisa, she just knew of her from what Tom had told her when she was his slave in training.

“So how does the island keep up the economy?” I asked puzzled after a moment when I considered all the information, I knew the island was heavy on tourism.

“The main income source besides the heavy slave trade was exported goods, including cocaine. Usually diamonds and other jewels and produce. The tourist heavily supplies the economy as well, the slave shows and whorehouses, prostitution rings and even drugs that were available on the island made this a tourist trap and the income made many of the islanders quite rich.” Ashlee explained, gesturing with her hands as she spoke. I noticed the way her breasts jiggled as her arms moved and I blushed as she smiled knowingly at me when she saw were I had been looking.

“Tell me about the islands origins if you know, what about politics, how is the government run?” I asked her quickly to change the subject. She leaned back in her chair, the wind making her nipples go hard and I yanked my gaze up from your breasts and tried to focus on her face.

She laughed as she answered me. “The French originally landed here a few hundred years ago, they used it for its ports. About a hundred years ago, they islanders fought to be out from French control and sort of created a free for all government when they managed to throw the French out. Once the French had agreed to pay to use the ports, they were allowed to return and that is when the exporting began in earnest. You have to have a certain income level to vote for presidential candidate, and it only happens every twenty years, or if the president dies before term is up.”

“So you mentioned drugs, does this house have anything to do with it?” I was digesting all the information she was giving me. I figured out break would be up soon.

“Tom and Jake run the house and are pretty much against having anything to do with drugs, in fact any slaves that are known to dabble or use them is turned away from our house and they won’t endorse them or have anything to do with them. They mostly just do slave shows and training, its time consuming and profitable. Jake has a degree in business management and Tom has a degree in business law. They went to England to get their degree; I believe it was oxford if I remember correctly. Its common practice for islanders to send children off to France, England or America to study and get a college degree.” She paused for a moment then said “Well, at least common practice for those who can afford to pay for it. We have schools here, but they aren’t like the public schools of America.”

I was quite relieved to learn that Tom and Jake had little to do with the drug exporting and were primarily slave traders and entertainers. I felt very relieved to learn that Master was not a drug lord. Our break was up and the kitchen Mistress came and undid our chains, telling Ashlee to return to her quarters for the day as she was not needed further. She turned to me.

“Your Master is waiting for you in his quarters. He expects you to go there promptly, no lollygagging.” She looked at me and spoke firmly. I nodded as she unlocked my chain from the table and moved out of my way. I headed back to the room I shared with Master, I had spent the last few weeks in a routine of ignoring him, working late in the kitchens each night, only returning to sleep and bathe, I would have free time with Ashlee every day, but he ignored me. I realized I had not been touched in weeks other than by Ashlee and it was casual, non-sexual touch. I wondered if he was visiting Lisa, or some other woman, there were plenty of beautiful slave girls in the Manor, I am sure almost any of them would be happy to accommodate him.

I realized that I was extremely jealous of Lisa, I didn’t even know if that is who my Master was visiting, but I knew he was a sexual creature by nature that the very idea of him visiting another woman when I was right here at the foot of his bed upset me so much I felt enraged.

When I walked into the room and saw him rifling through his drawers, straightening his toy chest, his hair wet and sleek from the shower, freshly bathed, I could not take it anymore; I snapped and yelled at him. “Where the hell have you been, who the hell have you been with, why the hell have you been ignoring me for so fucking long.”

His face was expressionless, he did not respond immediately, and he towards me after closing the door tightly and clicked the lock into place. He stalked me; there was no other word for it. I felt panicky and backed up until my back slammed up against the cold stone wall.

“You realize girl that I have come in here every night for the last six weeks, and you haven’t once greeted me, or even looked in my direction, I was here and you were free to speak with me, so who was ignoring who?” His logic was faultless and my face grew red as he spoke calmly and rationally, I felt like a spoiled child who was throwing a tantrum. I felt his breath against my chest and felt my nipples grow hard in response to his being so close to me. He smiled at me when he saw my reaction to his being so near me. I blushed and dropped my gaze from his face.

He walked over and sat down on the end of the bed... He motioned me over to him, I followed him over and he had me kneel between his legs, he rested his hand on my shoulder and stroked my hair.

“Why haven’t you made me talk to you?” I asked him, I needed to know his answer.

“Because you weren’t ready, when you were you’d talk to me, if I had forced you, the lesson’s you’ve been learning on your own the last six weeks wouldn’t have sunk in the way they did.”

“But, you ignored me, don’t you care about me?” I asked him, confused.

“Of course I care about you, that is why I let you learn and come to conclusions on your own, when you were ready to seek my guidance, you would have. You are a smart girl; I do not doubt your intelligence, though you do tend to be pretty stubborn.” He chuckled as he spoke. “I did not think it would take you this long, but I have all the time in the world, I am in no rush.”