CHAPTER 8: MR. STANISLAUS

“Mr. Stanislaus, sir?” the large black man asked respectfully, but comfortably, from the open doorway of the expansive and luxurious office.

The man inside sat behind a massive desk located a distance away. The office was like a personal living room with an office space at one end. Located on the ground floor, the entire outside wall of the corner room was floor-to-ceiling windows with open sheer window coverings, looking out onto spacious and carefully maintained grounds surrounding the 10,000 square foot estate’s main residential building on the east end of Grand Cayman Island. It was a location designed and built for privacy and protection.

“Robert,” the older man said, responding with a usual familial welcome. Mr. Stanislaus was of Polish-American heritage, Caucasian, 67 years old, and the head of a very large, wealthy, and legally shady global organization. Robert was a black man of 32 years of age, 6’4″ tall, and muscular. He was the head of Mr. Stanislaus’ personal protection detail that included 5 other men of similar stature and appearance.

“How goes the search?” Mr. Stanislaus continued as he leaned back into his chair, giving Robert his full attention as Robert walked across the space to take one of the chairs in front of the desk.

“Sir,” Robert began, “I’m still not sure I understand why you are intent on this search.” There were few men able to challenge an instruction given to them by this man. His instructions and directions were to be received and acted upon without question. “Getting a woman here is easy.”

The older man set his gaze on his trusted protector and nodded thoughtfully. “Yes, of course, Robert, that is true and has been exactly what we have done since this compound was finished and we relocated here last year. You and your team insulate me and our operation from the outside, and this compound was intended to add to that insulation both from the outside and international prying. I think these other women, who can be brought in when desired, could be a weakness in our security. They might not see much, but they might be easily encouraged to share what little they do see.”

Robert nodded. That issue had been a topic of past conversations. The effort he had to expend in vetting the women took time and could always be questioned.

“Besides,” Mr. Stanislaus continued, “you and your men have isolated yourselves here for my protection. You, and they, sacrifice enough; you shouldn’t have to also sacrifice the pleasures of a woman.”

Robert chuckled easily with his boss, “You pay us well, sir, for that sacrifice, but with the right women, we certainly would be appreciative.”

The older man smiled with understanding. When hookers and call-girls had been brought to the estate, he knew how much the six-man team enjoyed the opportunity for carnal delights.

“So, what of the search. You know, Robert, as much as I use people to achieve a goal, I don’t feel comfortable with island hookers.”

“Understood, sir,” Robert replied, “and I think I have found the women needed.”

“Women?” he challenged, raising eyebrows.

Robert chuckled, “I wasn’t looking for ‘women’, sir, but that is what I have found. There is an island off the Florida Keys called Haven that entices women who are abused by husbands for a safe escape. Once they have them, the women are programmed in some kind of mind-control process into being sluts willing to fuck. This island then attempts to use the women, but it will likely fail in short order. Their operational model can’t be sustained, and sooner or later, they will be exposed.”

“And?”

“And, sir, there is a mother and her two fraternal twin daughters. The Haven group is nervous about them. Their programming is highly effective, resulting in three very eager sluts, but their minds have retained a level of independent rationality.”

“Could that rationality be an issue for our activities, Robert?”

Robert shook his head. “Haven doesn’t understand what they have, sir. This Haven isn’t very sophisticated for what they have available to them. The programming has dumbed down the other sluts, leaving them as simple fuck sluts. These three, for whatever reason, responded differently, but they are completely dedicated to Haven despite the concerns of the group. I am confident that a bit of encouragement with that process and their dedication can be transferred from Haven to you, sir.”

“And they are good, otherwise?”

“Good? The six of us tried to fuck the hell out of them, but they just continued to eagerly respond for more. The daughters defer to the mother, and they are all engaging and eager. They are unlike any others, sir. I’ve never encountered women like them.”

“If they are part of this Haven thing, are they available? Could they come down for a visit?”

Robert shook his head again. “The women never leave the island.” Robert chuckled, “But, Haven is nervous enough that they indicated a willingness to sell them.”

“Sell them? I won’t buy another human, Robert. I do a lot of things, but not that.”

“I know that. You won’t have to, sir.” Mr. Stanislaus looked at Robert to continue. “They are on the verge of failing. We just need to nudge their failing.” The boss smiled and nodded. He loved it when his people solved issues for him.

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Katie and the girls didn’t know what was happening. They had never seen such anxiety in the three leaders of Haven as they were led by Kevin into Matthew’s office.

The three naked women stood at the open door to the office when they saw another man sitting in front of the desk. A large black man. Susie nudged Katie, “That’s one of the six men we fucked,” she whispered. Katie had made the same connection, and her cunt had flooded in that instant. Her mind went to the feeling of his 12-inch cock like a pile driver in her cunt and ass.

Matthew straightened in his chair as the women entered the office. “Sluts, you may remember this man from a previous meeting at the lodge.” Katie nodded and smiled at the man. She definitely remembered him as her daughters did, also. Matthew continued, “He has requested you three again. You will accompany him to the lodge.”

How strange, Katie thought. The other times, they were simply instructed to go to the lodge to discover who they were being sent to fuck. This time, Matthew was being treated differently, and the anxiety was visibly showing in Matthew, which provided more puzzlement.

“Of course,” Katie said, looking at the man.

Nothing was said on the way to the lodge by carts driven by Haven men. Once at the lodge, though, the carts left. Katie noticed a boat at the dock, but kept her attention on the man.

When the carts were gone, the large black man turned to the three naked women standing with him at the foot of the stairs leading up to the main level of the lodge. “There is someone I want you three to meet,” he said.

Katie and the girls exchanged glances, and it was Susie who blurted out what they were all thinking.