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Copyright: May 1, 2018
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Can Alix escape Paul’s clutches or will she be forever trapped in paradise?
While working undercover in a London pole dancing club, Detective Constable Alix Barker is drugged and kidnapped by the blonde man who had come to watch her for six nights in a row. Regaining consciousness, Alix finds herself on a remote Caribbean island, owned by the man from the club – drugs baron Paul Blake.
Alix is Paul's prized possession now and she has been remodelled to suit his requirements with large breast implants and lip augmentation. Alix has everything she could possibly want except her freedom. Can Alix escape Paul’s clutches or will she be forever trapped in paradise?
Excerpt
An Excerpt From Chapter Two
The first thing she saw was a wooden ceiling fan going around and around and around. She blinked and tried to sit up but couldn’t. Something didn’t feel right. Her lips felt tender and her breasts felt tight and they ached. She groaned and heard someone walk towards her on a tiled floor.
“You’re awake,” a female voice told her. “Good.”
“What’s happening?” she murmured.
“Just relax, Alix. Your breasts will feel sore for a while but it’s perfectly normal.”
“Why?” Turning her head, she saw a large black woman standing beside her bed.
“Your body just needs time to adjust to the implants.”
Her heart began to pound. “Implants?”
“One thousand four hundred cc saline implants, on Mr Blake’s instructions.”
“Who?” She raised her hands and felt her breasts encased in a bra. They were huge and uncomfortable and she winced. “What have you done to me?”
“Not me, Alix. I’m just here to look after you as you recover. You had the breast augmentation surgery two days ago. Mr Blake instructed that you be kept sedated until your lips recover from the augmentation injections. The bandages over your breasts were removed this morning and you are now wearing a surgical bra. The implants will feel very high but they will drop and settle over the next few weeks and months. You’re very lucky, Alix. Thanks to Mr Blake, you will soon have perfect lips and breasts.”
“But I didn’t want…”
“It’s not a case of what you want anymore,” she was told firmly. “You are his property now.”
“No, I’m not. I’m no one’s…”
“Sleep now, Alix.” The woman interrupted, lifting up what looked like a morphine pump, it clicked, and Alix drifted.
When she came to for the second time, the top end of her bed had been raised, her breasts still felt tight and painful but her lips only felt tingly.
“Ah, you’re back with us.” The woman leant over her. “Yes, your eyes look good, too.”
“What the fuck have you done to me now?” she demanded.
“Just a permanent eyelash tint and eyebrow shape and tint. We’ll see to your hair when you’re up and about but Mr Blake seemed to quite like it.”
“Who is he?”
“Paul Blake,” the woman told her. “Businessman. Richer than you’ve ever dreamed of. And he likes you. You’re very lucky, Alix.”
“What does he want with me? If he wants to fuck me, let him fuck me, then let me go.”
The woman smiled. “He’ll fuck you but he won’t let you go. You’re his now. When he sees something he wants, he takes it.”
Alix gave her an incredulous frown. “He can’t just kidnap me. I don’t belong to anyone.”
“Oh, yes, he can,” the woman insisted. “And now you do. You’re his. He saw something in you and now he’s had you modelled to his requirements.”
“Where is he? I need to talk to him.”
“He’s still in London. But when you’re ready for him, he’ll fly out here.”
“Out here?” Alix glanced around the bedroom as the woman went to the window and opened the wooden Venitian blind. Bright sunlight streamed into the room and she had to shade her eyes. She was lying on a hospital bed but in a large bedroom painted cream with two doors off it.
“St Marie. The Caribbean island he owns. It’s his – and now your – paradise. Would you like to get up?”
Alix turned her head. She was no longer attached to a drip. “Yes.”
“Well, be careful you don’t burst those stitches in your armpits.”
She slowly sat up straight in the bed and gazed down at her breasts. Except, they weren’t her breasts anymore. These breasts were round, huge and heavy and very tender, despite what looked like a surgical bra. There was a dressing table with a mirror opposite her and her heart lurched when she saw her reflection. Her lips were now huge and plump, her dark eyebrows shaped and arching, and her eyes dark and seductive. It wasn’t her. She’d been turned into a rich man’s plaything – a cross between a porn star and a doll.
“What have you done to me?” she whispered.
“Not me. Mr Blake had a top surgeon flown out here. He’s spent a fortune on you, Alix. You had better be grateful.”
“And if I’m not?” she snapped.
“You had better be grateful,” the woman repeated with infuriating calm.
“What’s your name and who are you?”
“I’m Rosa, I was a nurse but I’m Mr Blake’s housekeeper now, too. Anything you want, I will get for you.”
“Okay, I’d like a plane out of here.”
Rosa laughed. “There is a helipad but you’ll be staying here.” She reached for two packets of tablets, pushed one tablet out of the wrapping of each, and held them out to her with a glass of water. “Painkiller. Antibiotic. Take them.”
“No.”
“Alix your new breasts are huge and you have stitches in your armpits. You have also had injections into your lips. I wouldn’t want the pain and discomfort they’re going to give you when the morphine you’ve been on wears off.”
Alix grabbed the pills, put them in her mouth, and knocked them back with the water.
“Good.” Rosa took the glass from her. “Let me know when you need more painkillers. Put these on.” Rosa laid a pink silk robe on the bed and placed a pair of brown leather sandals on the floor.
Alix got out of bed and carefully put the robe on. She slipped her feet into the sandals and followed Rosa out of the room. The breasts were so full of saline that they didn’t move as she walked, they simply jutted out from her—huge and ugly.
Rosa went into a huge kitchen with cupboards in a pale wood and black granite worktops and Alix stared through the floor-to-ceiling windows at the turquoise Caribbean Sea. It was like a film set, with palm trees, and a golden sandy beach stretching off into the distance.
“Do you like scrambled egg?” Rosa asked.
“Yes.”
“Good. Have a look around your new home and I’ll call you when it’s ready.”
Alix walked outside into extreme heat and blazing sunshine. The sea, only about fifty meters away, was calm with small waves lapping onto the sand. She turned away and began to walk slowly around the single-story villa, trying to ignore the huge and tender breasts protruding from under the robe.
She glanced in the windows at a large living room, dining room, bedroom, the bedroom she had been in, and another large bedroom. There was another window with frosted glass, probably the bathroom, and yet another bedroom. The final window she peered into was a gym with a rowing machine, running machine, and dumb bells. A rectangular swimming pool of between ten and twenty meters in length was down a path from the rear of the villa and beyond that was the helipad.
Returning to the villa, she climbed a metal spiral staircase up to a roof terrace. From there she could see the entire island and guessed that it was three miles long by two miles wide at most. There wasn’t another villa or another island in sight.
“Alix?”
She heard Rosa calling her and went back down the staircase, bouncing her steps a little to see if the breasts would move. They didn’t. In the shade, she opened the robe and stared at her new self reflected in a bedroom window. She tried to flatten her pouty lips but pain shot through them and she sucked in a breath. She ran both her hands over the huge breasts. One thousand four hundred CC. How could she possibly go running now? Covering her face with her hands, she wept.
“Alix?” She heard Rosa’s voice again and the older woman appeared around the corner of the villa. “Oh, there you are. Impressive, aren’t they?”
“I hate them,” she sobbed. “They’re huge.”
“That’s a pity because that’s exactly why Mr Blake will love them.”
“But I look like a porn star.”
“That’s exactly what Mr Blake wanted. Come now, your scrambled eggs are ready.”
They returned to the kitchen and Alix sat at the breakfast bar. She was starving and soon demolished the plate of scrambled eggs on toast and a glass of freshly-squeezed orange juice.
“What does he want from me?” she asked, as Rosa took her plate and glass away. “Apart from fucking me, of course?”
“To completely possess you and your body.”
“But why?”
“Because he can,” Rosa replied with a smile, putting the plate and glass on the black granite worktop and opening the integrated dishwasher. “And because he needs a hostess.”
Alix frowned. “A hostess?”
“You will entertain both him and any guests he brings here.”
Her stomach began to churn. “Be available for anyone to fuck, you mean? I’m not a prostitute.”
“No, you are his now.” Rosa placed the plate, glass, knife and fork in the dishwasher. “And you won’t be paid for it.”
“Does he have other ‘possessions’?”
Rosa closed the dishwasher and straightened up. “Not at the moment.”
“What happened to my predecessor?” Alix asked warily.
“She died.”
Alix’s heart began to thump. “How?”
“She tried to escape. She drowned.”
Alix clapped a hand to her mouth and cried out with pain. “Shit.” She slid off the stool. “I have to get out of here.”
“There is no way out of here, Alix, apart from the helicopter which Mr Blake usually pilots himself.”
“Did he bring me here?”
Rosa shook her head and began to clean the worktop. “No, you were brought here by helicopter from the clinic in Georgetown. Mr Blake will not come here until I deem you sufficiently recovered.”
“What line of business is he in?”
“Cocaine mostly,” Rosa told her. “But I’m sure he can get you anything you’d like.”
“I don’t take drugs.”
“Oh, well, never mind. Now, take things easy for the next few days. Your body’s been through a lot.”
“Is there a television?”
“There is, but please come with me first.” Alix followed her back into the bedroom she had woken up in. “This will be your bedroom. You have an ensuite bathroom.” They continued into the large bathroom, where Rosa opened a mirrored cabinet. “Toiletries. If there is anything you would prefer, please tell me. Oh, and another thing.” Rosa reached for a packet of tablets and handed them to her. “Contraceptive pills. Please start taking them when you finish the course of antibiotics. Mr Blake does not like condoms.”
“Anything else he doesn’t like?”
“For you not to please him. Let him use you, Alix, it’s easier all round.”
“Will he hurt me?” she whispered.
“Not if you please him. There are clothes for you in the wardrobe and chest of drawers. Well, I’ll leave you to settle in. The hospital bed will be taken away in a couple of days. Oh, and no showers for a few days. You need to allow the stitches to settle. I’ll help you to wash your hair if you’d like?”
“Thank you,” Alix muttered, went to the wardrobe and opened the sliding door. It was full of baby doll dresses so she pulled out a drawer in the chest of drawers and took out a white vest top. Carefully, she put it on and stared at her reflection in the wardrobe mirror. The top was tight and the breasts gigantic. She sighed, returned to the chest of drawers and pulled out a long white sarong-type skirt. She stepped into it, did up the zip and button, then left the room.
As she prepared to go to bed that evening, she carefully took off the surgical bra and stared at her new self in the wardrobe mirror. Without the bra, her new breasts seemed even heavier, more tender, and even more gigantic. Perfectly round, perfectly false and just awful. Running her hands over them, she found she couldn’t even cover them with her hands. She now had breasts even bigger than the topless models in the tabloid newspapers and there wasn’t a thing she could do about it.
Her predicament and the changes to her face and body denied her any sleep that night. As she lay on her back, Alix was acutely aware of the extra weight pressing down on her chest. The sensations of suddenly having huge breasts were new and disturbing to her. Alix rolled on to her stomach, but that was even worse. She could feel the two sensitive lumps under her. Sighing in surrender, she rolled back on to her back and settled in for a long night. Try as she might, Alix could not ignore her new breasts. They were horrible, and she should be trying to escape, but she was obsessed with them.
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