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Red Island 9

“Yes, yes!” A young woman wearing black and red laced lingerie stood before the reception desk. She was exhausted from the long flight and had just finished signing all the intake forms, willingly, of course. She smiled at the woman at the desk and then followed a person wearing a strange mask. From what she could tell, the mask looked like a white rabbit with long white ears. Odd, she thought.

Rabbit walked down a brightly-lit corridor with several doors. At the end, a reinforced door displayed itself with an eye scanner that Rabbit used to open. “You have signed the forms and allowed us full access to your body for twenty-four hours. From here on out, anything can happen. Good luck, and may God have mercy on your soul.”

“What the fuck?” Amy replied as Rabbit quickly pushed her into the room beyond.

Looking around at the silver room, Amy’s eyes rested upon a device in the middle of the room—it appeared to be able to hold a human. It was made of black metal and had leg stretchers, arm straps, and even a neck strap.

“Sit on the chair,” Demon growled into the intercom. He watched from the back of the Viewing Room, ensuring the guests were taken care of and the situation was always controlled, even if it meant using extreme measures.

Amy sighed, went to the contraption, and leaned back against the metal frame. She felt the clamps and straps pull and tug her body against the frame with a quick, audible, snap! “Come on, you guys aren’t into weird BDSM shit, are you?” She looked around the room and saw nobody. There was no sound, no doors, only a rectangular sort of mirror that stood nearby. Amy suddenly heard a noise from behind. Strapped in place, she felt her veins turn to ice. Goosebumps rushed up her back as something stepped into view. She opened her mouth to scream, but her attention was distracted by a metal arm on the side of the device – it held a syringe. “No, no, no, no, oh god, no!” The tip plunged into her shoulder, releasing a powerful agent that heightened her senses.

“Oh, fuck,” Amy groaned as the room spun. Then, everything stabilized and became much more vivid. Looking around, she saw a faint shimmer around the room. “Mmmm,” she hummed under her breath, so mesmerized by the agent that she forgot all about the restraints.

Demon walked down the stairs across the center of the room and held his arms wide. “Welcome to Red Island,” he said with a smile behind his mask. If you would like anything at all, please let one of our servants know. We have both a male and female here tonight, distinguished by their masks.”

“I’m fucking hungry – hungry for some pussy!” Griffin bellowed. He selected a cigar from the assortment given to him by the Lioness mask-dawning female. Griffin beat on his chest, laughing, “Go get her, beast! Tear that sexy little bitch’s cunt up!”

Unicorn pushed his mask up, then sat back in one of the oversized adorned chairs. He watched, lighting a joint under the mask. Smoke filtered through the eye and nose openings in the dim light. “Brilliant, look at that creature. Where the fuck did you find that thing?”

Demon spoke, “Our research and development team are the best in the world. However, sometimes we fuck up. This is that fuck up.”

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