Sample – Island Retreat: New Arrivals

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The study door slammed shut behind Carmen as she strode to the center of the room, facing the desk behind which Solita sat.

“Where is she?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“If you have that girl’s cousin, tell me now or the consequences of your deception will be dire indeed.”

Solita laughed. “You always were the dramatist. I have been overseeing this island for almost ten years. What complaints could you possibly have?”

“If you have taken an unwilling girl, you risk exposing us and the services we provide. Our clientele would not appreciate what amounts to a kidnapping, nor would the Board. Or perhaps you would like to speak to them yourself?”

Solita waved the idea away like an errant fly. “There is no risk.”

“Then you do have her? This girl, Marnie?”

“She was in a boat accident. I provided her shelter.”

Carmen sighed, pressing the heel of her hand to her forehead. “What did you do with her?”

Solita smiled and rang a bell on her desk, the high jingle echoing in the room. The sound of heels on tile followed, then the girl appeared. Whatever humanity had been in the girl was hidden by the pink latex covering her body, her hair pulled back in a ponytail, now long and dyed a bright pink to match her catsuit. Upon seeing Solita, the pink doll crossed to her, kneeling down and nuzzling against the fabric of Solita’s dress.

“Not now, Marnie,” Solita smiled, pushing the girl’s head away from her lap. Marnie obeyed, as she always did, and sat back on her heels, staring up at Solita in pure adulation.

“Jesus, Solita,” Carmen hissed.

“She should have drowned. Why anyone would assume she hadn’t is beyond me, but there is no evidence she was here.”

“Besides the fact that she is, you mean.”

Solita stroked Marnie’s cheek lovingly, smiling down at the doll. “She only knows she is Marnie because that’s the name I gave her after the process. She has no memories of anything in her life before. She can’t give away the location of this island, because she doesn’t know she is on an island. She only knows pleasure, now.”

“She is an unauthorized conversion and a violation of everything this island stands for. This is a place where women live out their fantasies, not have your desires thrust upon them. You have gone too far, Solita. You have—”

“Been running this island for nearly a decade without incident,” Solita interrupted. “I took a girl that was and is dead as far as the outside world is concerned. She is the one reward I have taken for myself in a place of complete isolation.” Solita calmed herself, idly petting her doll. “Carmen, I don’t mean to sound ungrateful for the opportunity here, but what I did was an act of love. The girl has never felt more bliss. And her conditioning has left her in no place to return from it. I ask — I beg you — allow me this one pleasure. I will never take such a liberty again.”

“No,” Carmen replied flatly, “you won’t. I’ll confer with the Board and they will decide. Thank you for being honest with me.”

“Of course.” Solita paused, then spoke again. “And the girl upstairs?”

“She knows of the island, she knows of us. Despite the hypocrisy of the action, she cannot be allowed to leave. The only question that remains is what role she will serve.”

 

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