Company Slave — Kelly Lane

The island nation of Vanuatu lies in the South Pacific Ocean about one-thousand miles east and a little north of Australia. Nestled in this anonymous land is the tiny island of Torba which boasts a five-star resort, excellent surfing on the windward side, a beautiful coral lagoon with world-class snorkeling on the leeward, a small mountain off of which one can hang-glide and land on soft sand beaches, a casino, golf, tennis and anything else the well-heeled might want in a private get-away. Including me. The island is run by The Company. Led by Mistress Melissa our little enclave caters to the dark and sometimes bizarre fantasies of the very rich. The clientele are exclusive and well vetted as are their desires. But even within the confines of Company rules their imaginations can be amazingly creative - and amazingly harsh.I had been sentenced to this tropical paradise/playground, destined to serve. Along with my companions and friends I could find myself as a helpless and terrified cheerleader writhing under a lash in the morning and then having ice-cream and going lingerie shopping in the afternoon. And when the morning light came shining in we'd get up and do it again. But it was never routine. I once became the Queen of all the Amazons - but only after going through two days of absolute hell. I met a wonderful woman on that island and we became lovers, but then I had to take part in her torment - and she got to witness my own. And the weirdest part was that if I was ever to get out of that crazy, crazy world I had to go through it. It was my sentence. But I didn't know how long that sentence would be. None of us did. And I am not making this up.