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Part 1
> Silver Beach Resort
Relaxation for the weary, excitement for the bored, loving attention for the
lonely
We welcome you with the care of personnel handpicked to suit you and decades
of experience.
Come and spend the perfect holiday! <
David blinked at the head of the letter in slight annoyance, wondering why they were still advertising when he had already booked his holidays with them. Granted - even the paper of the letter was impressive, hand made and with inlaid silver swirls that probably depicted the beach which gave the exclusive place its name.
Exclusive and ridiculously expensive. Not that money was an issue with David. He had earned more money with his writing than he had ever dreamed of in his wildest imaginations when he had been young and just starting out. In fact he had earned more than he would ever be able to spend, modest, sensible man he was. Something that endlessly amused his friends and management.
There was no need for him to work even one more day in his life. But it had never been about earning money or getting famous for him. It had always been about creating. About giving shape to the vague images that filled his mind to overflowing. About sharing his imagination with others, enriching their lives.
So the fact that right now he was completely and entirely stuck was endlessly frustrating. The story was in his head, fully developed, the characters loudly clamouring for attention they just wouldn't come out. He would sit in front of his screen hours and hours, his fingers hovering over the keyboard but words refused to manifest. It was painful, almost.
So his management had decided that he needed a change in scenery. That he needed distraction, inspiration. They had sent him a selection of resorts they considered high class enough for him to relax without any fans bugging him and at the same time exotic enough to tickle his fantasy.
David liked his comfortable cottage in South England where he lived all alone, adamantly refusing to have any servants or even slaves around. He needed space, he needed his cluttered, slightly chaotic place without anybody else trying to order it. He liked his garden with the wild rose hedges and the apple trees. He didn't want to go anywhere else. He had refused as long as he could.
But in the end he had agreed that he needed to do something if he didn't want to go insane.
So he had picked the Silver Beach Resort mostly for the fact that the pictures of it had looked extremely tranquil and stylish at the same time. And for the fact that he had never been to the South Pacific before.
At least that was what he had told his management. That he also found the concept of getting a personal slave for his stay there more than a little tempting he had carefully kept to himself. After making such a show of loving his solitude he would have been embarrassed to admit that he actually liked the idea of having some beautiful highly trained young slave to fulfil his every whim. If that wouldn't tickle his imagination nothing would.
Sighing softly he read on:
> Dear Mr. Wenham
We are delighted that you have chosen our resort and looking forward to welcoming
you.
The beach cottage you picked has been reserved for you and will be prepared
in the way you requested. <
Which basically meant a large desk overlooking the beach and a fridge stocked with David's favourite brand of beer. Although David was rather sure his management would also have already filed some requests with the resort's people to ensure his unperturbed peace. Maximum security for celebrities was a standard feature of the place anyway.
> Included in this letter you will find a memory stick with the slaves available for your personal care. We have made a selection that takes into account the preferences you detailed earlier. Be assured that should none of these slaves meet your requirements there are more to pick from, but we are confident that you will be more than satisfied with what is on offer. <
David eyed the memory stick on his desk with a mixture of intense curiosity and vague disgust. The thought of getting a slave for your use at this resort like you would normally get a bath robe at another place was intriguing and plain demeaning for the slave at the same time. After all even a slave was still a human being.
> If you change your mind you can of course still take your slave home with you after your stay. <
That was another feature of this resort that made it so popular with the guests. After spending a wonderful time on vacation you could take your special slave home with you. Without any additional cost of course.
This was the reason why David had almost chosen another place. To spend his holidays with some pretty slave was okay. But the thought of having one under foot at home was horrifying. He had been relieved when he learned you didn't have to take your slave home. Although most people obviously did.
> If there is any other wish we can fulfil for you
please feel free to ask. To serve you in every way possible is our mission.
We hope you will have a pleasant journey and await your arrival eagerly.
Sincerely
Angelica H.
Silver Beach Guest Services <
They certainly did make it sound like they meant it. But of course for the prices they were charging they could afford to be that pleasant.
David was a little surprised that he was actually starting to look forward to the trip. Now the only thing left to do was to choose a pretty slave to be his companion for his vacation. And considering the standard the place had displayed so far David had no doubt that his only problem with picking would be to settle on just one.
Giving in to the pleasantly tickling feeling of anticipation he inserted the memory stick into his computer to browse the selection.
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The afternoon sun was drenching the small yard surrounded by the slave quarters in golden light. The low, whitewashed buildings huddled under the palm trees blend into the countryside perfectly, staying hidden behind the low hills that slowly rose into a single mountain further inland. There were several of these circular little slave villages, each of them observed by trainers, teachers and - of course - guards.
The slaves were carefully sorted, boys and girls kept separately, meek and rebellious, younger and older. Everything was perfectly ordered as the slaves raised here had to satisfy the highest demands. They had an education that easily matched that of any university student. They were kept at top physical fitness. They were skilled at entertaining any kind of master in any way possible.
And of course all of them were beautiful, all bodily flaws surgically removed at a young age.
Even the development of a unique personality was encouraged in those who showed a preposition in that direction as a guest who paid the exorbitant prices of "Silver Beach Resort" might very well wish for a somewhat independent slave and satisfying the customer was law.
Most slaves were purchased when they were still infants and raised in these small villages, groomed right from the start to become the perfect slave. Those who were purchased at a more advanced age were those who were raised to become rebellious, angry and difficult. After all there were customers who came here specifically to be presented with a challenge or with a slave to break.
And then there were a very few who were born on the island to one of the many slaves who took care of all the general tasks of the Resort. Those were the luckiest as they were allowed to keep contact with their parents even when they were removed to the training grounds. Of course the management was aware of the fact that a happy, well adjusted slave was also a loyal and reliable slave.
Right now one of these slaves was kneeling in the shade of the low reaching roof of one of the buildings, unable to keep his eyes from again and again curiously darting to the face of the teacher sitting opposite him.
Even among a group of slaves that were perfect he managed to stand out, not only because he was quite tall but also because his smile had a dazzling quality that sometimes managed to even charm his hardened teachers. And he often needed that charm as his personal file described him as mischievous. It also described him as cheerful, curious, active and caring. Traits that had been carefully nurtured as they made him very valuable.
His teachers had been quite proud of him. So now he was a little worried at the deep frown that creased his teachers brow as he read a note that bore the emblem of the management. Usually that could mean only one thing: He had been picked.
That should have been a reason for rejoicing as he had started to get quite bored with the training. He was a healthy young man and being taught all the secrets of sexuality but not being allowed to try any of them with a partner was hard. He had been looking forward to finally getting an owner for more than a year and in the last couple of months his teachers had voiced the same thought repeatedly. He was as ready as he would ever be.
So why did his teacher look so grim now? Unable to keep the calm posture that had been ingrained in his life since he could think he fidgeted nervously.
"Heath." his teachers voice calmly reprimanded him.
With a soundless sigh Heath forced himself back into the posture of graceful obedience. Whatever was making his teacher frown, it was beyond his power anyway. If it was his place to know his teacher would tell him. If not he would have to wait till he found out himself and then make the best of it. Which usually he was quite good at.
At last his teacher lowered the piece of paper and looked at Heath, studying him silently. This time the young slave managed to stay unmoving.
"You have been chosen," the teacher announced calmly, just like Heath had expected.
Keeping his eyes glued to the ground Heath tried hard to suppress the happy smile that threatened to split his face. He didn't quite manage but this time his teacher ignored the slip in self control.
"I should not be telling you this but I feel you deserve the information, even though it his against the rules," his teacher continued, dousing Heath's happiness quickly. That definitely didn't sound good.
"The guest who has chosen you has specifically stated that he wants you only for his time here at the Resort. After that you will be returned into our care."
Heath blinked at his teacher in shock. Only for the stay? It was not unheard of but among the slaves it was considered a disgrace, a failure, to be returned. After all it meant that the customer had not been perfectly satisfied. It also meant that from then on you were considered 'used goods'. Not a good thing to be for a slave.
"I thought you should know this in advance. So you will know that it will not be because of some kind of failure on your part that you are returned," he teacher said, trying to sound comforting.
Heath just nodded numbly, his thoughts standing still as he tried to somehow grasp how this would change his existence. He had so looked forward to having a real owner, to having someone to serve. And now there was a good chance he'd never get one.
"Heath." His teacher reached out and gently cupped his face, raising it so they were looking at each other. "There is, of course, always the option that the guest will change his mind," he said, "who would want to leave an especially charming slave behind?"
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