Island Tartarus (google/Darkest-Fate)

[DomG]

What could a man who was worth several billion dollars have?

Whatever he wanted and that was something that Dominic West was reminded of every time he looked out the window of the Hotel Penthouse that he lived in, the view dominated by white sand beaches, a lush jungle growing from the sides of a dormant volcano, and of course crystal clean waters, not bad for a man who was in control of nearly a quarters of the worlds new drug trade and at only thirty four years old there was nothing he couldn't own... hell he owned the island that he lived on, the island where this resort had been built as a playground for the worlds wealthiest and most depraved individuals... an island whose name had been erased and was now known only as Tartarus, an island where he was in complete control.

His rise to power had started when he was only sixteen, starting as a street dealer he had quickly worked his way up and taken control of the drug trade of a major city by the time he was eighteen. Before he was old enough to legally drink he had sat on top of the drug trade of America's North East and by the time he was thirty the entire North American Continent and a good chunk of East Asia had been his in his hands. Of course it hadn't been easy, a shadow war had been waged by his operatives in the underground but through careful planning and even more carefully placed bribes he had managed to stay off law enforcement radar, amassing a massive fortune without ever drawing too much attention to himself.

And now he had his own private island, about half the size of Okinawa, seated almost perfectly between Guam and Japan, purchased a few years before and just last week it was officially open to those who were... worthy to know about it. The resort, the clubs, the secret little locations were all there for only those who earned an invite from Dominic and at that moment he was awaiting word that two particular guests, the first of their kind had arrived by private jet... great care had been taken to ensure no one would know they had come here, it had been made very clear that secrecy of this place was of the utmost importance if the guests were to enjoy the sort of privacy that their celebrity normally denied them.

Emma Watson...

Lea Michele...

Both invited here for his sole amusement, unlikely to ever leave the island, soon they would live to only serve his pleasure.

Stretched out on a massage table in his penthouse, completely naked and not bothering with wearing a towel to cover his body in any way at all,his strong body on display to the two equally naked young woman, local islanders, who were working their hands over his back and legs, easing away the tension of his earlier workout, experience having taught them what the master of the Island liked and how to keep him happy.

Another young woman entered coughing softly to catch Dominic's attention, making him raise his head before she passed him a small tablet computer, of course only one thing listed on that computer was of any interest to him at that moment, the two special guests had arrived and were being shown to their rooms, each of them getting a suite that had been built to impress... which he would of course be able to enter any time he liked.

“Keep me updated on their actions...” He instructed with a small smile on his face, waving away the two women who had been massaging him as he climbed to his feet, stretching a little bit. “Make keeping track of them the number one priority...”

 

[darkest_fate]

Never before had there been an island like this, and there likely wouldn't ever be such a place again. Well, that last might not be entirely true; as long as there were incredibly wealthy men and islands available, it was entirely likely that there would be privately owned islands. But who would think that someone would do this to an island? To remake it like this?

Lea Michele had, like so many, heard about the island, and she'd been immediately interested. Her life had become painfully hectic and just plain painful of late, from losing the love of her life to putting out an album that looked about to flop to the intense shooting schedule. Lea just wanted to get away from it all, to cut loose without cameras or people following her every move, and, while she was at it, to show a little skin. So when she heard about a tropical island, she'd been far, far too excited about the prospect. Then the invitation had come, much to her shock, inviting Lea personally to spend some time at the lush accommodations. Lea had taken no time to arrange for an extended leave and taking off. She'd been surprised to find a private plane made available to take her to the specific island, and more surprised to find the place defying even her lofty imagination.

To say that Lea dressed scantily was a bit of an understatement. The most demure thing she'd packed had been a dressing gown for sleeping, and even that would expose quite a bit. She'd already dressed for the island, looking like a cross between an expensive tourist and an island girl. Bright floral blue fabric, all made of light material, had been wrapped about her form. The fabric looped about her neck before coming down to cover both of her youthful breasts. Lea's sides were exposed, as was a fair amount of her breast. Several beautiful tattoos marked her skin, each one moving along her perfect skin, with its light tan. The breezy cover ended in something that was half skirt, half sarong, slung loose across Lea's hips and baring nearly all of her legs. A string bikini bottom hung upon her hips, the fabric of it clinging tightly to her pert ass and covering her well-tended sex. Blue lace crawled up her leg, leading down to a pair of sandals. She'd woven a blue flower of some kind into her black hair, further adding to the island girl look. And this was one of the more demure outfits, as Lea doubted that any besides her host and a handful of silent workers would see her.

Said servants had appeared and led Lea to an impressive suite. Calling it a suite felt slightly off, as it was nearly a cottage planted near the sea. One could stumble drunkenly into the lush warm waters that lapped against white sand. Someone had gone out of their way to make it look both lush and native, with fine bamboo and various adornments that were impressive. Lea directed the workers to drop her stuff there, looking around the place with amazement on her face. to think that she got to take advantage of this! Not a soul nearby to bother her either, and all the comforts of home. Lea immediately ordered a drink and headed for a wraparound porch, not wanting to bother with even unpacking just yet.

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Lea was, of course, not the only woman to arrive. On nearly the opposite side of the island, another private plane landed. A much more demurely dressed British beauty stepped lightly from the plane, looking over the island with a decidedly more critical view. it wasn't that Emma Watson wasn't looking forward to this trip; she had been since she'd gotten the invitation, but she still couldn't quite shake her suspicions about it. A private island? That required private planes to reach and had private buildings? It sounded nearly like something out of a super villain's playbook.

It had taken convincing by her friends and family for Emma to agree to come here. She'd been working too hard, her tensions getting far, far too great. Sure, she'd been able to keep her image nice and pleasant, but if she didn't allow herself some relaxation, she would snap. She'd still resisted, but several friends and family members had literally forced the ticket into her hands and practically sent her off. They'd also done her packing for her, and Emma thought that they'd thought they were quite funny about it.

The Brit still looked beautiful, despite not wearing quite so scanty an outfit as her American co-guest. A tight pair of brilliant white khaki shorts clung to her young rear, outlining her taut ass quite well. It also displayed the white legs, which did not possess the slight tan that Lea so boldly displayed. A pair of simple tennis shoes covered her feet, without socks to mar anything. Her top was a relatively simple blouse, the fabric also white and flowy, covering her lean, but womanly body underneath. And unlike Lea, Emma wore standard undergarments beneath. She also paused to make sure that her things were taken care of before heading toward her "suite."

The suite, more like a bungalow actually, impressed Emma as well. She entered it and looked around, unable to hide her surprise and delight. when the servants/workers had finished, Emma had been quick to tip and thank them, knowing that being generous was always a smart move. She then moved to unpack.

And was surprised to find that the moment she opened her suitcase, a handful of sex toys popped out. Emma stared at them, before giggling, covering her hand with her mouth and turning away. Okay, okay, she got the message: relax. But the various toys that they'd put were almost laughable: a dildo far larger than Emma's usual, a little egg shaped vibrator, what looked like some fluffy handcuffs of some kind, a pair of overtly sexy underwear, some edible chocolate body paint, some strawberry flavored body paint, and several flavored oils. Well, Emma figured that she could at least try the oils for a massage later or something. she giggled again, shaking her head before setting the materials aside. She wanted to unpack before anything else, then get her bearings on the location, see what there was to see...

 

[DomG]

Dominic didn't really need anyone to be keeping him up to date about the goings on with the two young women... the suits that had been picked out for them had been wired quite a bit so he would be able to observe them at his leisure, even as they were arriving in the private little suites that had been set up for them Dominic was lounging on a couch before a handful of flat screens projected from a wall, a set up that made him feel like a supervillain everytime he used it and that was something to be embraced for the sheer fact that it was fun. A wave of his hand and motion sensors brought the screens to life and he deftly operated the displays with no more then subtle movements, he had ensured this set up was built to his exact standards several months before and this was hardly his first time using it.

He watched with a small smile as the girls made themselves at home, his eyes dancing back and forth between the two as he was entirely unsure where he wanted to start. In his mind Emma was the true jewel of the set, though Lea was no doubt lovely it was Emma that really drew his attention though they were both exotic beauties who would be a great deal of fun to work with. As he watched them explore the area that he had set up for them it was amusing to spot the little differences, Lea was clearly there to have a good time and the way she dressed made that entirely clear while Emma looked like she was just out to relax, a vacation that would certainly be welcome if that was really what she was there for... though the moment she opened up her suitcase only for a handful of sex toys to to pop out and surprise her was downright comical, bringing open laughter to Dominic as well as the moments consideration that he should find out who had packed them away for her and send that person a thank you note. Oh he was perfectly well equipped in his own quarters but wouldn't it be fun to take the time to tease and torment her with a few of the items she had brought for herself.

Emma would be second he decided, Lea would be a treat for him to enjoy that night, to bring her in, start the process of breaking her and introducing her to her new life... she would be the appetizer to the perfect meal that was Emma.

Of course the locals of the island knew better then to try and interfere with what he had in mind, their entire economy was built around him and his money, the drugs he sold around the world were developed in secret labs hidden on the island, the resort would only bring more money... they were loyal to the man who ensured they would never need to struggle again.

But oh how to go about the next step, to ensure that the girls did not meet until it was time for them to meet... when he had them both. For them to come into contact before that opportune moment would be a complication and Dominic avoided complications as best he could.

He could not control the girls but he could make their behavior a little more predictable and with the manipulation of a few tabs on a touch screen tablet he began.

First the screen displayed Lea's suite and after a few moments he had started pumping a small dose of his best selling drug through the air vents. It was called Ero, a potent drug that could perhaps be compared to Ecstasy except for a few small differences... Ero could come in a mist, a pill, or a liquid, the drug had no long term dangers or side effects, one standard dose was enough to make a person horny as all hell, intense arousal and sensitivity... two doses would make a person almost mindless in their need to get relief and three doses... three doses would leave a person practically feral with all higher function gone until the drugs wore off, only operating on the most base instinct. The dose he was giving Lea was carefully calibrated, only about half the normal dose was being released and he doubted she would get even that. It would wear off before to long but there would be enough there to encourage her to go out and find some fun, advertisements would play on her rooms television for the club on the island, Decadence... Dominic suspected she would find her way there and that was where he would acquire her.

Then Emma, nothing so subtle as a slow and careful dose of a designer drug but instead a bottle of wine delivered to the room by a smiling young man in a crisp uniform, a small dose of muscle relaxers added to the wine in order to help her to relax, encouragement to stay in for the night and take advantage of the wonderful room service... if she noticed that she felt a little off after the wine then she would likely attribute it to jet lag.

A small chuckle, clearly he was pleased with himself and as the screens turned off he took a moment to enjoy the sunset... a perfect day was coming to an end and that only signaled the start of a perfect night.

 

[darkest_fate]

As though Lea really needed drugs to encourage her to go out and have fun. The young woman had already half been planning to explore parts of the island as it was, though she was quite surprised when she turned on the television. Advertisements for what appeared to be some kind of club blared from her screen, and at first Lea thought that perhaps she was getting some kind of crossed signal. How could there be a club on a privately owned island with little to no native population? Then again, she supposed that if someone was rich enough to buy an island, they were rich enough to have their own private club and fill it with people of their choosing. The idea of it thrilled Lea, making her feel quite tingly and excited. Since she didn't anticipate there being all that many people or that strict of a dress code, she simply went out attired as she'd been since her arrival.

Thus a smiling, slightly excited Lea Michele would arrive at Decadence. The sun was already starting to head steadily downward, painting the area with a sort of orangish-purple color that really could only exist in this area. Lea flashed a bright smile at the handful of people she saw, most looking like native islanders. She supposed that the owner had brought them on as some kind of work force. Which did make her hope that this club wasn't going to be some kind of place for them to work out their frustrations. While Lea wouldn't have minded rubbing shoulders with them so much, she really wasn't looking forward to accidentally running into a server...

then again, she wouldn't say no to a handsome pool boy, if it came to it.

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Across the island, Emma had no intention of heading out. It had never been on her agenda from the beginning, and that certainly hadn't changed as the sun began to head down. When a smiling young man arrived with a bottle of wine, Emma turned her inclination into a full out decision. She'd stay in, enjoy a few glasses of wine and perhaps the jacuzzi that had been set up. She of course tipped the young server handsomely, as well as treating him with a pleasant smile.

Soon enough, Miss Watson's shoes would be off and she'd be sitting by the jacuzzi, her feet dangling in the water as it bubbled. She'd found the wine glasses tucked away in a cabinet and pulled one, half filling it with wine. The bottle had been exquisite, though it seemed to be heading straight to Emma's head. Mixed with the rising heat of the jacuzzi, it made Emma quite lightheaded most quickly. She opted to take it slow, simply sipping her wine and watching the sun set into the ocean not far from her little bungalow.

 

[DomG]

Decadence was a place that Dominic was quite proud of, the club on his island that was fit for any of the most elite places for the young and wealthy in any major city... he was a major investor in more then a few of those major city clubs and he knew just how to set it up. It was the last thing in the resort to be constructed, still close enough to the beach to be just short walk away from the sand and an even shorter walk to get to the elevator that would take him to his penthouse or any other floor in the main resort itself.

Of course it wasn't just for him that was built, the locals often enjoyed the night there and it was open to any of the guests or employees... Dominic was running a business of course and would make a decent amount of money back from his own employees. Not a major revenue stream of course but more then enough to justify its own existence and on that night in particular Dominic was looking forward to making a great use of it.

The word had been spread about the special guest of the owner, the people on the island knew better then to screw around with the plans their boss had. They might not know all the details but they were smart enough to see that he had been working on his plan for quite some time and that the person who stood in the way of what he wanted would end up in quite a lot of trouble very quickly.

With the plans set in motion Dominic moved quickly, knowing that even if the people in the club knew not to interfere things could still go wrong if he did not arrive on time. The dosage of Eros had been subtle but there was a chance that he had gotten it just a little bit wrong. The thought of Lea Michelle being at the club looking to have some fun when he wasn't there to take advantage of it only pissed him off as he got dressed, as always choosing to dress to make a good impression, a suit that had been hand tailored for him and leather shoes that had been crafted... all together with the dark suit and the well shined shoes on his feet he knew that he was wearing more then some people made in a year, he felt confident when he dressed in such a way... a power suit that would be the envy of top notch politicians.

If the day ever came that he was made to stand before a judge this was how he would dress, standing tall before a jury of people who weren't able to get out of the duty, smirking and confident that he would go free because he would have the best lawyers and he would have leverage.

Dressing took a little time though but he still made it to Decadence before Lea did, pausing just inside the door as he always did to take in the sights, dark colors, rich crimson and purple, deep blue, rich browns, and black so dark that it seemed to draw in the low lighting of the club. To the right of the main entrance was the bar, sleek and dark wood of some tree that Dominic had been told was nearly extinct, a few smiling locals behind the bar were pouring drinks and flirting with the patrons who were getting drinks, the place was only moderately populated at that point in the evening but Dominic suspected it would soon be busy, the mid day security shift had ended recently, the lab techs would be getting off duty, and many of the locals who had found themselves flushed with money would stop by to enjoy the night.

Within five feet of the door he had a drink in his hand, glass of scotch, fifty year old single malt, neat, the private VIP lounge already set up for him, people clearing a path for him as he made his way to a low leather couch and relaxed upon it, watching the door as he sipped his drink, ready for the night to begin proper.