Chapter 1 - The Roman Villa

Justine’s Island

Part I – The Roman Villa



2030

Briseis had begun as a forgotten British colony, a tiny island at the edge of the Micronesian Crescent. It was so isolated that when, in 1990, Britain renounced its imperial claim, the islanders didn’t find out until a year later. Many of them were never aware that their home had ever been occupied in the first place. It wasn’t until later- much later- that some enterprising individual had discovered a real use for the place. After the Ulrich test was standardized and the International Sex Work Convention adopted, opportunities opened in the world of sex for profit.

Justine’s assignment was simple enough on paper, but in practice, she was a little apprehensive. She looked out the double layered window at the island, a tropical paradise if ever there was one. It was about thirty miles long and ten miles at its widest, almost untouched, if her view from above gave any indication. The reef was also clearly visible in the crystal blue waters.

The small Gulfstream dipped and turned away from the atoll, and began to descend towards a manmade landing strip that was a good mile or so off shore. Sam Akira’s vision of the future did not include a lot of technological interference. The chartered flight from Truk landed smoothly. Justine descended the stairs and walked into a fresh salty breeze.

At the tiny terminal, there was a barrier. Agents in booths awaited them, armed with a stack of test sheets and tiny syringes. The passengers ahead of her queued up, and began to roll up their sleeves. One by one, they submitted to a small blood draw. The Ulrich test was designed to immediately show the presence of any sexually transmitted diseases. If you weren’t clean, you were not allowed on the island. No one in this group was turned away- unlike her, they had all paid a non-refundable five thousand dollar fee, and none of them wanted to lose it.

They were mostly men, business men from all parts of the world. Some were older, some were handsome, most were average. There were a few women as well, similarly arrayed.

The small yacht conveyed them to the island with surprising speed. Justine took the opportunity to add a few notes to her smartphone. Playboy had sent her on assignment many times, to recount what they called Fuckcapades. In addition to her porn career, she wrote for various adult publications. She’d taken cocks all over the world for the magazine, and her writing was frank and intelligent enough for the mainstream crowd. She had a wide following, so Briseis had agreed to the project, provided the ground rules were observed. Akira wanted the exposure. Playboy wanted a five part expose. Justine wanted to leave with a loose cunt and stretched asshole. The tropical island was a nice bonus.

As the marina approached, Justine went over what she knew about Briseis. There was a permanent population that operated the resort, but they were all adults, recruited by Akira. The domestic staff (well paid, and supplied by a ferry from the larger islands) were native Micronesians, and well compensate. The resort’s other staff specialized in a whole array of sexual services. She had to admire Akira’s strategy- provide a playground for the rich and horny, and allow them to prostitute themselves rather than act the pimp himself.

The sex workers were permanent or semi-permanent residents. Individuals who leased suites on the island, who lived off its abundance, or who were permitted to offer themselves at an additional fee- these were often patronized by the less naturally congenial and older patrons. Even so, everyone was allowed to sleep with anyone else, so long as it was consensual. There were spaces where consent was implicit.

Justine recalled what she had read when she’d scrolled through the digital brochure. The facilities included most hotel amenities, all of them tasteful and integrated into the natural island environment. The rooms were open air, with curtains for optional privacy. The beach was white sand. And there were additional facilities for private parties- including several “fully supplied dungeons.”

That was it. Local delicacies, plenty of booze, and the chance to fuck as many people as were willing to fuck you. Justine glanced around at her fellow passengers, and tried to imagine them without their Hawaiian shirts and buff coloured shorts. Then she felt exposed, aware of the way the breeze pressed her light linen dress against her breasts. Then a little aroused. Certainly there were men who were her age, as attractive as she was with her lightly tanned skin, hazel eyes and rusty auburn bob. But she had never fucked a greying businessman, or an eighteen year old corporate heir, and resolved she would do so.

No one was permitted to use real names. On the release, you could either let yourself be assigned one randomly, but she had decided that she would be Justine. Even so, there were a few who might recognize her from her porn work- but her name there was Orchid Summers. It was the same one under which she wrote, and she was well known in LA and Las Vegas. Unlike other patrons, her notoriety wouldn’t be a problem for her.

The introduction by the resort manager was tedious, but she did her best to commit the rules to memory. He, codename Hermes, led her personally to her suite, which looked out on the reef. From her vantage point, she could see figures snorkling and swimming in the blue waters. Most of them were without clothes. The thought made her a little wet and she decided she’d go for a swim to refresh after the long flight. She undressed and grabbed up a towel, wrapping herself in it, then headed straight out the open front of her suite.

There were a lot of people on the beach, most of them topless or nude. She was not particularly unaccustomed to seeing the various naked human forms, but it interested her to see how they behaved. One of the men, perhaps fifty and going grey, stroked his cock in a slow, relaxed motion. Clear liquid was dribbling from the head. Justine stopped at the water’s edge and pulled off the towel, laying it down on the sand. She paused for a moment, letting the breeze hit her skin. Her breasts, natural and heavy enough to fill the hands, were fully visible to the twenty or so patrons. She touched her nipples, which were dark and small, almost pert, until they hardened.

The man who was jerking off smiled, and increased his pace. His manor was at ease, and he was tanned and attractive for his age. Justine smiled back, knowing she’d be getting to know him later. Then she dived into the water. She enjoyed the sensation of warm sea water enveloping her curves, and let it wash over her. Small yellow fish swam around her, tickling her skin. She lay on her back and looked up into the blue sky, forming sentences in her head as she charted out the opening paragraph of her piece.

I decided on arrival that it was only fair that I keep an equal-opportunity mindset. Part of my assignment is to embrace sexual diversity. In general, my plan is to say “yes” as much as possible.

A communal dinner was on offer every night, though some patrons preferred to dine in their suites. She decided on a bikini that exposed most of her breasts, and wrapped a yellow and white sarong about her waist. She stopped to glance at herself in the mirror- her darkening skin gleamed in the torchlight. The sun had kissed her bobbed brunette locks, giving them honey highlights, and it made her green eyes brighter. At 33, she was aware of how stunning she was. She didn’t really need to patronize an organization like this for sex, but that made it more exciting.

Nervously, she made her way to the common area. It was beautifully lit, finished in teak and open to the tropical air. People sat around and ate mangos and tiny fried fish with their hands. Coconut rice was served in banana leaves. Some of the diners were naked, and some of them partly clothed. A few couples, or trios, were amorously attending each other. A young woman straddled an older man, rolling her hips lazily while he massaged her small breasts. She watched as the girl’s cunt stretched around what looked to be a very prodigious cock. She was perhaps 18 or 19, the man old enough to be her father. Justine watched as her narrow body pistoned up and down on the man’s cock like a hydraulic machine. His hands cradled her petite ass, and he urged her on. People watched as they ate, as though enjoying a performance.

“Are you the journalist?”

The question, spoken in a vaguely English accent, interrupted her enjoyment. She turned to see who had spoken. It was a man who looked to be local, muscled and dark from the sun. Black pointillism tattoos covered his dark skin, and his black hair was shaved up the sides.

“Do you work here?” Justine asked, trying not to glance down. Then she did glance down, and saw that his penis was heavy and partly erect. It was pierced with a steel ring.

“My name is Jacques. My employer sent me to assist you with your project.”

“That’s very helpful,” Justine admitted. “I wasn’t completely sure where to start.”

He chuckled. “It can make you nervous, the first time. I can help you get adjusted, show you what we have to offer. May I?”

She nodded. He reached towards her, and gently pulled her bikini top down under her breasts. He ran his fingers across her tan lines, and she felt herself get even more wet as he thumbed her nipples into hardness.

“If you don’t mind,” she said, licking her lips. “I’d like to ask you a few questions. In my suite.”



They fucked first. Jacques began lazy, sliding himself slowly into her, his hands anchoring her hips. Justine liked the way he kissed her, tongue complimenting the stroke of his cock, sliding in and out of her mouth. Then when she urged him on, he turned her and bent her over the bed, pushing her on to it and shoving his cock into her. She came easily after a few thrusts, and sighed as her inner thighs became wet. Then he reached around and put a hand between her legs, moving it in circles over her pierced clit. She came again, a deeper, more internal orgasm. He pounded her while she whimpered, and groaned as he busted inside of her, shooting come hard enough for her to feel it.

“Fuck,” she said, collapsing on the bed.

“You’re very good, Miss Summers,” he said, leaning back into a wicker emperor’s chair.

“It was a combined effort,” she said, fanning herself. “Now I’ve worked up an appetite.”

“Should I order something?”

“Please. Yes.” She was still out of breath.

A server brought a banana leaf plate loaded with local delicacies and a pitcher of tropical sangria. Jacques poured two glasses and Justine gratefully drank hers, adjusting her seat slightly as his come leaked sluggishly from her.

“So, what do you want to know?”

“Well, first, how did you end up on Briseis?”

He smiled and shrugged. “I had student loans. I did my graduate studies in Polynesian Anthropology at University of Hawaii, and decided to stay in the tropics. My partners are also here.”

“Partners?”

“I met Reiko at Oxford- she’s Akira’s sister. We were both doing a minor in sexual subcultures. Gabriel we met in the London kink scene.”

Jacques pulled out his mobile phone and showed her a picture of the three of them under a sakura tree. He was the tallest, though Gabriel (a muscly ginger) was almost of a height with him. Between them Reiko stood, easily a foot shorter, a pale dark eyed beauty with a pert nose and small, shy mouth. Her hair was short and highlighted in blue. She looked almost virginial in her white summer dress.

In the next photo, she was naked, and straddling Jacques, facing outward. She was laughing as his cock split her tiny pink cunt, her small but shapely breasts caught mid bounce by the photographer. In the next photo she appeared with both men, this time sandwiched between them. She kissed Gabriel as she rode him, while Jacques penetrated her ass. Then followed another photo of her underneath Jacques, while Gabriel fucked him from behind.

“I’d like to meet them,” Justine said, reaching down to touch herself.

“I could call them now,” Jacques offered, clearly enjoying the view.

“Nah, later. I wouldn’t want to interrupt their work day. But come here, I’ve got something in mind.”

The next day, Justine went swimming before breakfast. In the common room, she met the older man from the beach she had seen masturbating the day before. He was enjoying a mimosa in one of the wicker chairs, and was now dressed in khakis and a light shirt that made him look even more tan.

“Hello again,” he said in an accented voice, raising his drink to her. “I enjoyed watching you swim.”

“I could tell,” she laughed, and helped herself to a bloody mary pitcher. “Who are you?”

“I am Dimitri. And you are?”

“Justine. Pleasure to make your acquaintance. Are you from Russia?”

“Ukraine.” He sipped his drink, looking appraisingly at her, her thin cotton dress. “Speaking of pleasure, I should like to give some to you. I was thinking about you again last night, Justine. I thought, what a lovely woman, I wonder how wet she gets.”

She contemplated him for a moment, and smiled. “There’s a party tonight. At the villa. Would you like to join me there?”

Later, back in her suite, Justine opened up the Briseis app on her mobile phone. It only worked on the island’s local network, but all of the eighty six current guests and twenty-two employees were listed on it with detailed profiles. Dimitri was 58, a retired engineer, had been a model in his younger days, and now owned a stake in a Ukrainian porn site. In his sex profile, he listed his preferences, which included all of the conventional activities, but also, “fisting younger ladies” and “rough anal”. Justine tapped her upper lip with the tip of her tongue.

The Villa was modelled after its Roman namesake, and was unlike the rest of the complex. Instead of stained teak and bright light, it was a large, single storey building made from white coral stucco. Inside it was roomy enough to comfortably accommodate half the visitors, and it was decked out very much in Roman fashion. In the centre of the ceiling was a square peristyle, and beneath a corresponding tiled pool where rain water collected. It was shallow, but big enough for several to bathe in its waters.

Around it, a small garden of flowers and palms grew, giving the room an earthy green scent. It hit Justine immediately as she walked in, and clung to her skin. The dark green silk dress clung to her body as she made her way into the space, her eyes devouring the view. All around the central pool were wide square beds, and low chaise lounges. They were all crafted beautifully out of dark wood, and made to look like classical revival antiques.

The whole premise of the Villa was, of course, to imitate a Roman orgy. She was getting accustomed to the plethora of fruit and booze, but other recreational offerings were also available. Several naked young men were sharing a hookah loaded with hash, and bowls of shroom chocolates stood alongside the wine fountain.

Justine was early, so she went over to inspect the offerings. She accepted a hit from the hookah, and then spent some time selecting the perfect piece of mango. The chocolates, she saw, were in the shape of a beautiful woman, wrapped in golden foil. She took one, along with a glass of champagne, and made her way over to one of the large beds. It was part of a set of three, arranged around a central table where other delicacies awaited. She was just sampling the caviar when she spotted Dimitri. He was naked, except for a towel around his waist. She raised her hand to him, lazy from the hash.

“Hello, my beauty,” he said as he sat down. Then he bent down and took the liberty of a kiss, his mouth tasting dark like smoke and cloves. She stroked her fingers down his back, humming against his mouth.

Music drifted in the air as things began to get more heated. The boys near the hash pipe had started to play. The apparent leader instructed the youngest boy to suck him, and his bleach blonde head bobbed as he eagerly obeyed, delicate hands reaching to grasp the older man’s ass.

“What is your mind?” Dimitri asked, pausing from his ministrations. She liked that he was taking his time with slow kisses and caresses. It heightened her anticipation.

“I’m going to take some mushrooms,” she said, holding up the little figure. “Then I want you to fuck me. I know what you like.”

“Hmm,” Dimitri placed his palm between her sternum and slipped it into her dress to palm her breast. He drew it out and bit down on her nipple until she gasped. “Have you seen my films?”

“Nope.”

“They’re illegal in some countries. I give women my fist. I like women who have never been filled this way before. Have you?”

“Once or twice,” she admitted. “In the cunt. It was good, he knew what he was doing.”

“But not in your ass.”

“No.”

“I’m going to fist your ass,”  he said, stroking his hand over it. “I’ll fuck it, first.”

Justine looked up at her surroundings through a haze. Couples were fucking. A gang bang had started, with the young boy and a college age girl at the centre of it. Everyone seemed to be swaying to the same rhythm.

Dimitri unwrapped the chocolate women, and touched it to her lips. She opened her mouth and let him push it in, then slide It out, until the figure began to blur. She ate it out of his hand, and chased it with champagne, then lay back in the cushions and waited for it to kick in.

“Aren’t you…?” she asked vaguely as her vision began to twist the edges of the swaying bodies. The light glancing off the pool shimmered in slow motion.

“No, baby,” he chuckled. “I like you to be compliant for me.”

He pulled down the towel and she saw that he was wearing a thick metal ring around his cock and balls. He was shaved, and the head of his cock was purple, dripping with pre-come. She opened her mouth for him, and he milked his cock slowly so it dripped into her mouth. Then he pushed it deep into her throat, and held it there while tears squeezed from her eyes. Expertly, he withdrew only far enough to allow her to take a breath. By the second stroke of his cock, she had relaxed to it. Fires burned in the corners of her eyes, and she liked the weight of him as he straddled her shoulders.

Other hands pulled her dress away from her body. She couldn’t see exactly, but at least two of them belonged to one of the boys she’d seen earlier. A mouth came down on her breast and started to suck. She felt teeth against her nipple. Then another hand touched her pussy, gliding over her mound and down to her slit. Her drugged mind interpreted the world in expanding components as Dimitri lifted her, moved her on to her stomach. The sensation of his cock in her throat was replaced by the softness of a mouth. Through lowered eyelids, Justine perceived a woman’s face- Asian with large eyes and a small pink mouth. She smiled.

“I’m Reiko,” she said. “My partner said he enjoyed you.”

They kissed, a sustained connection of tongue and lips. Reiko tongue fucked her mouth, her small hands sliding down to tumble Justine’s breasts. From behind her, Justine’s legs were being spread by grasping, stroking hand. A tongue was working against her cunt, and another dipped into her asshole. Dimitry kissed the back of her neck, and smoothed her hair away from her sweating face as he thumbed her asshole, moving it in slow circles until she felt herself beginning to relax.

“Spit on it,” she heard him instruct one of the boys. “Lick it.”

She sighed as the obedient tongue washed across her. Then whimpered softly as the head of Dimitry’s cock began to press into her. Slowly, she felt herself stretching around it, felt him penetrate deep into her until the hard metal of his cock ring pressed against her skin. He allowed her a few moments to adjust to him, and then began to thrust. She closed her eyes and smiled, letting the sensation fill her. She might have come, but it wasn’t really important to her. The only important thing was to give herself to him, to let him puppet her and manipulate her for his pleasure.

Reiko sat down on the couch and slid towards her, legs parted. Justine spent a moment admiring the little pink oyster situated above her rosebud asshole. Then she licked it, tasting the briny, faintly sweet flavour of her cunt. Reiko gasped.

Dimitry rode her ass, slowing down now and then to prevent her from coming. She knew she wouldn’t get that gift until he gave it to her with his fist. After a few more minutes, he pulled out of her, and stroked her ass as though patting a good horse.

“Reiko,” he called. “Come suck me while I brutalize your friend.”

Justine breathed deep as his fingers pushed apart her gaping asshole. At first, it was two, and then three. Then five, as he slid them into her. She gasped as she felt herself stretch to accept him. It might have hurt, if she wasn’t so high. Instead, she imagined a massive cock, a cock attached to some mythic beast, like a minotaur. It pushed into her, feeling like a weight settling in her belly, and then it began to pump in and out of her.

“Good girl,” Dimitry said in a kindly voice as his fist raped her insides. “Does it feel good?”

He pushed her on to her back and she cried out as she twisted inside around his fist. He worked it in and out of her until she started to come. Liquid gushed out of her, dripping down into a puddle under her ass. Still he fist fucked her, going down on his knees to allow room for one of the young men to straddle her. Balancing his hands on her belly, he slid his cock into her sodden pussy.

Before she could cry out from the loveliness of that feeling, another cock invaded her mouth and sprayed come into the back of her throat. She choked on it, and it splashed on her chin. When she opened her eyes, she saw that the ceiling was mirrored. Another man was taking his place next to her, this one a larger man gone slightly to fat. He slapped his cock against her face and pushed it into her mouth. She screamed around it as she came again. Semen gushed into her throat.

As she looked up again, she saw that Dimitry had changed position again. He was sitting at a right angle to her, his fist still pumping her ass, but now Reiko was bouncing on his cock.

The man fucking her came inside her, emptying his balls. Then another, this time older, took his place. He was the man who had just shot in her mouth, maybe late forties, with a bit of a gut. But his cock was big, and just being penetrated by it made her come again. His hands gently kneaded her breasts as he fucked her, twisting and stretching her nipples.

“Beautiful girl,” he said in an accent she didn’t recognize. “You take it so well.”

Finally, when the pace had slowed, Justine was able to focus more clearly. She watched in the ceiling mirror as Reiko brought Dimitry to climax.

After, he gave her a little nudge. “Go give her my come.”

Reiko’s bright red asshole bulged slightly as she spread her legs over her. Justine opened her mouth and accepted the salty, creamy come as it dripped out of her. She licked and sucked Reiko’s asshole until it was clean.

Dimitry pulled his fist out of her ass with a wet sound. An attendant brought him a towel, and water, which he gulped with relish. Justine sighed as he patted her belly, her body relaxed as the mushrooms began to let her drift down like a leaf on the breeze.

“You should come see me in Ukraine,” he said, touching a finger to her clit. “You could make a lot of money for me.”

Justine waved him off as if to say, it’s all okay. Then she lay back and allowed Reiko to hold a cup to her lips.

“You’re a very good centre,” Reiko remarked as they drifted to the edge of the party. She was still naked, her teacup breasts gleaming in the dim light. Justine lay back as one of the “slaves” washed her body. She popped a piece of mango into her mouth and sucked her fingers as she watched the other patrons at their play. Dimity appeared to be having a nap, except for his hand moving in a young boy’s hair as he sucked the older man’s cock.

“Thanks,” Justine replied, accepting a joint from Reiko. “It’s been a long time since I’ve done a scene like that.”

“I’m sure you’ll have a lot to write about.” Reiko reached across and stroked Justine’s pussy. “I know I enjoyed watching you get fucked.

“I liked fucking your husband,” Justine said, slipping her hand into Reiko’s black hair as the younger woman began to draw circles around her clit with her tongue. “He showed me pictures of you, taking it like a champ.”

Reiko’s tongue slurped around her clit, two of her slender fingers sliding up inside her. She curled them, and pressed against her g-spot. Justine sprayed everywhere as she came. She drifted off to sleep as Reiko’s tongue cleaned the wetness off her thighs.



