The Island

Author's note

I've decided to give this one a complete rewrite. I wasn't happy with the way it was written. I'll hopefully add more to it so it feels like it might reach an ending at some point

P.S Thanks so much to mr_hyde_06 for the cover

Chapter 1

It was coming to the end of summer, and Paul had managed to book a week off work for the first time in a while so that he can go on vacation with his girlfriend, Naomi. It was last minute, and they had nothing arranged already. He'd looked around all over the internet but everywhere was just too expensive, even with last minute deals. Paul sighed, he'd really wanted to surprise Naomi with this vacation, but it looked like it just wasn't going to happen. He put his head in his hands, ready to give up and spend the week together at home. Man, life just felt so boring. Naomi was so hot, if he kept up like this, she'd probably leave him for someone more interesting, someone more organised.

He opened the laptop back up and looked again. After hours and hours of scrolling, he finally saw something cheap enough. The Pacific island of Naruda. He'd never heard of it, but the pictures looked great, and the price was even better. He didn't bother reading all the fine print and details, it was always the same, right? It looked so great. It would be the perfect surprise for Naomi. He licked his lips, she was going to look so hot on that beach in her pink bikini.

When Naomi was home from work, she looked a little tired and frustrated, until Paul gave her the good news. Naomi wasn't one to ask a lot of questions, she’d just be happy to be going somewhere warm with a beach; it’d been a couple of years since they last went on vacation. She looked at pictures of the beach, the hotel and the pool. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed his cheek.

Her long blonde hair was permed; her blue eyes so bright and her face was small and round. She used to take part in beauty pageants when she was younger, but she hadn’t done that for a while, though she still had the body and the looks for it.

"Thank you so much," Naomi said. "I can't wait. I'll go and pack now."

A few days later, they were on their way to the airport. After the annoying waiting and queueing, they were finally on their flight to Naruda.

On the flight there, Paul saw a couple of girls wearing leather bondage collars, he raised an eyebrow but he thought nothing of it as it seemed to be more of a fashion thing lately anyway. His heart raced a little at the thought of Naomi wearing one. She'd never do that, not even in private, never mind out in public.

When the plane landed, Paul grabbed their bags from the overhead compartments and they headed off the plane. There were the usual body scanners and waiting around for other luggage, but after that, they started to see more and more people wearing bondage collars, not just girls either, there were some men too. That felt particularly odd. Paul couldn't remember ever seeing men wearing those things.

Then he noticed the sign up on the wall: All slaves must wear collars.

Naomi saw it at the same time, and her eyebrows raised. She gave Paul a peculiar look.

"What the fuck is that?" she asked.

Paul shrugged. "Maybe it's some kind of fetish event?"

"Could be."

They continued their walk through departures, the sun blaring through the huge windows.

They both froze when a couple of security marched towards you, pistols at their hips and wearing dark military-looking uniforms.

“Why is your **** not wearing a collar?” a woman asked Paul.

“Huh?”

“Follow us,” she said. The woman had tanned skin, and a latina accent. Paul couldn't help but look at her huge ass as it swayed.

Naomi had a worried look on her face as she followed the security into a back room. Inside was a white table, with a couple of chairs on either side, no windows.

"Your passports," the security woman demanded when they had all sat down.

They both handed them over, and the woman snatched them angrily.

"What hotel are you staying at?"

"Uhhh." Paul eventually remembered the name.

The woman looked up the hotel reservation to see the details.

"What's the problem here?"

"Just a minute." The woman stared from Paul to Naomi. "Who is the ****, and who is the owner?"

Paul and Naomi looked at one another blankly. "Huh. I don't know what-"

She rolled her eyes and sighed. "Not another one who is ignorant of our customs? I'll check your hotel reservation." She opened a laptop and typed, while Paul and Naomi waited anxiously. "Paul, you are guest one, Naomi is guest two. In Naruda, when you make your booking, guest one means master, and guest two means ****."

Naomi’s mouth opened wide in shock.

“I see you’re both new to Naruda. Everyone here must have a ****, at least one. If you wish to enter the country, that’s how it must be. _She _must wear a collar.” She took a leather collar from her belt and placed it on the table. “Your **** must put this on.”