The Island

By poppet subslut

He sought an escape, an opportunity to get away and start afresh. What he found changed his life forever. After breaking down on a lonely road in the middle of nowhere he was rescued by a beautiful mysterious woman. But, she was no ordinary woman and this was no ordinary house. She was the woman of his dreams and his nightmares, first she seduced and then she enslaved him. A tale of sexual depravity and extreme female domination.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Nov 14, 2021
• ISBN: 9781794818798

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The Island

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poppetsubslut

The Island

1st Edition

Copyright © 2020 poppet subslut

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ISBN: 978-1-7948-1879-8

Chapters

1

He'd first arrived on the island just over one year ago.  Although twelve months wasn't that long he now found it increasingly difficult to recognise himself as the mental wreck that had washed up on these shores back then.  When he arrived, he'd been a borderline alcoholic who had recently crashed out spectacularly of a long-term relationship.  He was someone who had secrets about himself that both embarrassed and ashamed him but which he'd kept largely hidden, including from himself, for his entire life.  His abandonment of his old life and his sudden arrival on the island had been an act of desperation on his part, a last throw of the dice to see if he might still salvage something from the wreck of his life.  He'd sold his share of their flat to his ex-girlfriend, handed in his notice to his employers before they had a chance to fire him, put his stuff into storage and bought a one-way ticket.  He had no plan as to what to do when he arrived, he’d simply known he had to get away, to escape and re-build.  He’d been thirty-six years old and a total mess, desperate to try and start again.  The money from his share of the flat meant that he at least knew that he would not have to worry about finding a job straight away.

When he first arrived, he'd stayed in a hotel.  He’d lived there for a month, dividing his time between lounging at the pool and drinking in the bar.  However, after one particularly awful, even by his standards, drunken one-night stand with a waiter he'd packed his cases and checked out to try and get his act together.  He'd found an apartment in the town, put down a deposit for a month, and moved in.  He'd lived in the apartment ever since.

Determined to try to sober up he avoided the bars completely for the remainder of that first summer.  Instead he focussed his energies exploring his new island home.  He bought a second-hand Vespa and spent his days scootering around the coastline and travelling inland to the mountains.  He particularly loved the mountains.  The scenery was sunning.  Stark but stunning.  The mountain interior was a region almost untouched by tourists.  There were times when he spent days walking without seeing another soul.  On these travels inland he stayed in small guesthouses and on farms, only returning to his apartment every so often before heading inland again.  Months passed with him just wandering and exploring the island alone with his scooter.  It was blissful.  He slowly began to re-charge and leave the dark days behind him.

It was on one such trip, towards the end of that first September, when he had first had the idea of setting-up the small business he now ran.  He realised that other travellers would take pleasure in the same quiet and solitude he enjoyed when walking and exploring the interior.  However, few, if any, ventured inland because there were so few places they could stay.  The island was large and it was a day's travelling from the coast just to get to the foot of the mountains.  However, without there being any accommodation available to stay overnight few ever bothered to make the trip. 

There were places to stay, as he had discovered, on some of the small farmsteads but there was no organisation that could help a traveller to arrange a visit.  You simply had to turn-up and try your luck.  On most occasions farmers were all too eager to take in a guest.  Those who farmed in the interior eked out a perilous existence and were all too happy at the chance to make a few more florin by renting a room out to a stranger and providing them with a basic meal.  There were even some abandoned farms and buildings that could quite quickly be made habitable again.  This is what had given him his idea.

He would offer tourists a chance to escape the coastal resorts and instead visit and stay in the mountains.  A chance to get away from it all and stay in isolated, peaceful places far away from the hordes of British and Dutch package holiday makers who crowded the beaches.  An opportunity to see and sample the hidden gems that the island had to offer. 

That winter he had set up a business finding houses and villas in the interior to rent out to tourists or farms willing to offer bed and breakfast stays.  After an initially slow start the business began to pick up and he now had a dozen properties in his portfolio and twice as many B&B options.  He wasn't yet making much money but things were definitely looking up, and his savings would tide him over for a while longer until the business started to make a profit.

2

It was on one of his frequent scouting trips into the mountains, looking for new properties to rent out, that he met her.  He was on his scooter exploring a valley that he had never visited before.  It was a late September day, just over a year since he had first arrived on the island, and the weather was glorious.  There was not a cloud in the sky and the valley was bathed in warm sunshine.  It was a fabulous day for a ride. 

He was driving along without a care in the world when his rapture was shattered by a couple of loud 'pops' from the Vespa's exhaust as the engine sputtered to a halt.  He pulled over to the side of the road and dismounted.  It was already quite late in the afternoon and he knew that he was miles from anywhere, that part of the island was particularly remote and isolated.  He'd never been mechanically minded and after fruitlessly trying to re-start it a