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Sex Slave Island Part 1 REMASTERED, by Jezebel Rose

The yacht was making good time across the water toward the island as Jason looked at the chart to determine his location. Having made this trip many times, he knew he was about six hours out from Devil’s Island. Pleased with his cargo this trip, if he were close to being right, his profit would be more impressive than the cargo.

Jason never handled his cargo; that’s what the crew was for. All four knew the rules and what would happen if the shipment was damaged in any way. Jack, his first mate, was an old hand and a brute of a man over 6’2″ and pushing 350 lbs. Jason hired him eight years ago, fresh out of prison. Jack was loyal, and Jason trusted him with his life. Jack had handpicked the other three, and they all had a shady past. They were perfect for the type of cargo Jason carried.

As the yacht made its way, Jason turned to Jack.

“Time to get them ready.”

Jack nodded and headed below to the cargo hold. When he reached the cargo area, he flipped on the lights and called the rest of the crew. Jack surveyed four cages; each one held a young woman, the cargo.

The women would be sold on Devil’s Island, and the poor had no idea what awaited them. Jack pointed to the fourth cage and told Jimmy to get her. He unlocked the cage, a mesh metal box only large enough to fit a grown adult with little room to breathe. He grabbed her by arms and pulled her out.

Linda was an attractive, barely 18-year-old brown-haired girl with a firm body and beautiful breasts. She was 5’6”, 90lbs. Not the one that would fetch the highest price out of the four, she would still bring a decent sum. She was still dressed in the clothes she had worn when Jason abducted her on her way home from work. Like the others, she had been sedated most of the trip and had no idea how long she had been a captive.

Fully awake for the first time since being loaded onto the boat, she struggled against Jimmy to get free. He was 5’8″ and solid muscle. There was no way she was going to get away from him. Jack stepped up close and caught her attention with an evil grin.

“Where am I? Let me go!” Linda moaned, the grip on her arms hurting a bit.

Jack smiled larger; he loved this part when they finally understood the situation.

“You’ll be going nowhere, and from now on, you better do as you are told. It will be unpleasant otherwise. See this stick?” He held up a thick cattle prod to Linda’s face. “The first time you disobey, I will put it on your nipple. The second time I will increase the current on your other nipple. The third time it goes on your clit at full power. Trust me, you will not like that one little bit. It won’t kill you, but it will feel like you have been stung by a swarm of bees. It’s up to if you want to do this the easy or hard way, but you will obey.”

Jack grinned, showing his large white teeth, like a tiger waiting to strike.

Linda had never seen or felt a cattle prod, and so although she was scared, the full impact of Jack’s words did not take hold.

“Let me go, you bastards!”

This amused the men, and they looked at each other with knowing satisfaction smeared across their faces.

“Strip!” Jack ordered.

“In your dreams,” Linda replied.

As she finished the last word, she felt two strong arms holding her tightly, and Jack put the prod to her left nipple. Her t-shirt and bra did nothing to shield her from the sharp stinging pain. Linda screamed as the current hit her. Her knees buckled, but the two men held her up.

“Strip!”

“Bastard!”

The prod hit the right nipple before she could say anything else. This time, it was worse, and Linda thought her nipple was on fire. The pain was severe. She screamed at the top of her lungs. The men laughed. They all loved this part.

Linda started to regain her composure, subdued.

“Strip!”

This time Linda pulled off her t-shirt and bent down to untie her sneakers.

“Faster! Unless your clit is feeling left out of the fun,” Jack taunted.

“No, please! I’ll do it, just no more. Please!” A bit frantic, Linda did not want that awful thing on her clit. She yanked her shoes off and shucked her jeans in one strained movement. She stood erect but made no move to take her bra and panties off. Jack slowly brought the tip of the prod toward her clit.

“Nooo! Please don’t.” She unhooks her bra.

Jack grinned. It never took them long to get the message. Only a few had ever resisted to the point where he had to put it on her clit, and nobody disobeyed after that.

Now naked, Linda tried to cover her pleasant 36Cs and her beautiful, well-trimmed bush.

“Now, here is what you are going to do, and remember your clit is now bare, so no clothes to dampen the current. You will walk over to the shower and Jimmy over hands, grabbing your ankles, and wait. Jimmy here will take care of you, but I’ll be watching.”

Linda was somewhat confused but started walking toward the shower. She had been sure they would rape her, but now they wanted her to shower.

“Now move it.” Jack snapped.

Linda jumped and realized that she was in no position to fight these men, so it was best better to go along, and maybe she would get an opportunity to getaway.

She Jimmy over as she had been told, and as she did, she felt something probing at her asshole. It felt cold as it slid inside her.

“Hold still or…” Jimmy’s voice trailed off.

Linda thought of spinning around and get that thing out of her ass, but the pain in her right nipple still sung, so she obeyed. When the cold water from the nozzle hit her ass, she could not help straightening up.

“Don’t move! You were told to stay.” Jimmy’s voice was harsh.

“Hey, Jack! She needs another lesson.”

“No! No—no—Please.”

Linda panicked and resumed her position.

She felt something touch her clit, and she braced for the pain.

“Last chance, Linda. One more mistake, and you’ll be dancing with the prod,” Jack said.

“Yes.” Linda stammered.

“It’s ‘Yes Sir!’ and don’t forget it!”

“No, Sir!”

She was relieved that there was no pain. These men wouldn’t hesitate to hurt her, and she knew it. The water continued to flow, and she started to feel an unmistakable feeling.

“Now, hold it inside until you get in the shower,” Jimmy ordered.

“Yes,” Linda replied.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Sir!”

“You are trying hard to get yourself a nice dance, aren’t ya?” Jimmy’s grin widened.

“No, Sir. Please, I—I’ll learn. Please!”

“That remains too seen. In the shower now and clean yourself well. Shave your legs, wash your hair, wash every inch of your body, and be quick.”

Linda made it to the shower right before she had to let go, and the water streamed out. She looked at the men to see if that would bring the prod, but they were grinning at her as they watched.

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