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Kims Tail 6
By
Rubberwolf
2009©
Hazel stood beside the helicopter as the pilot unloaded her luggage. Turning around she addressed Mr Prentice.
“This is quite a set up. How long can I stay here?”
“As long as you wish Ms O’Keif. Mr Star did not specify a time limit, merely that you should have full use of the Island.”
Hazel studied the man for a moment and was immediately taken by the notion that he looked remarkably like Penfold, from the children’s television program “Dangermouse”. Short, fat, balding, glasses and earnest expression.
As well as Penfold and the pilot, his secretary Bubbles or Candy, Hazel couldn’t remember, staggered as elegantly as possible on impossibly high heals and a mini-skirted business suit that left very little to the imagination. The low cut blows certainly showed off the blonds assets. Hazel wasn’t sure why she had come, but then again, she could understand why Mr Prentice would like having her around. It definitely wasn’t her admin skills that attracted him. Hazel hid a smile, covering her musings with another question.
“Jim had several wives. I can’t be the only one to take advantage of the island.”
Penfold, or rather Mr Prentice considered for a moment.
“Ms Banner also took advantage of the facilities.”
“Is she still here?”
Mr Prentice appeared troubled for a moment, before continuing.
“Unfortunately, we were unable to raise her on the radio. I came out by boat, but she was not here. I did, however, notice that the boathouse is empty, so I can only assume that she wished to leave without contacting me. Most strange behaviour,” the lawyer mused before coming back to himself. “However, I have had the radio serviced and ensured that the supplies have been replenished. Everything that you could wish is here. I would ask that, for my own peace of mind, that if you decide to leave the Island you radio me first and I will send the helicopter.”
Hazel was about to ask more, but the pilot shouted that they must be off shortly, as a weather front was moving in on the mainland and, if they did not want to fly to the next available airport, which was two hundred miles away, they should leave now. Mr Prentice hurried his goodbyes, having ensured that the pilot had stacked her bags at the house and that the electricity and water were working, before climbing aboard the helicopter and hurrying back to the mainland. Hazel watched him go before making her way to the main house.
As she had expected, Jim had lavished the best facilities that money could buy on his hideaway. She was not complaining as she snuggled down with a mug of warm co-co, in front of a well stocked fire, as the promised storm lashed at the island with savage ferocity, forcing her to bury herself further inside the duvet, as she read a trashy romance novel that she had brought with her.
Kim spent a miserable night in her kennel, snuggling as closely to the dogs as possible as the rain came down in sheets, flooding the yard. Kim flinched, her paw subconsciously touching her collar, as another lightning bolt lit up the sky, causing the other animals to whimper and shake, snuggling closer to gain comfort from the huddle of bodies.
Hazel woke refreshed the next morning, ready to explore the island. After circling around the tennis courts, she found a track leading off into the woodland. It was quite wide, paved with compacted gravel and obviously well maintained. Hazel loved the atmosphere after a really good storm, the fresh air, clean air and the beginnings of warmth, promising another hot day. Ideal weather for a constitutional after breakfast.
After half an hour, Hazel was beginning to feel the heat. Unfortunately, the pale skin and jet black hair which indicated her Irish descent, made exposure to the sun a painful experience and so she opted to keep the Baggy T shirt on. She was a little self conscious of her body, which had gained a little weight in the past five years. She would never be a size 8 again, although the added weight had done wonders for her bust. Although she knew that she was alone on this island, old habits died the hardest and so she kept covered.
As the path turned sharply right, she saw another track leading away, down to a wooden shack at the bottom of the hill which dipped away from the path sharply towards the sea. This, Hazel mused, must be the boat house. After a moments consideration, she walked down to the building to investigate.
Hazel spent a few minutes exploring the building, with its sloping floor which disappeared beyond the double doors. Unfortunately, it was as Penfold had described it. Empty. Making her way up the hill to re-join the path, Hazel soon forgot about the boathouse and Kim.
Strangely, as the breeze shifted, as she was returning to the house, she though she caught the sound of dogs. She had not found any kennels and so decided that she would do more exploring after lunch.
Hazel had a pleasant lunch, assembled from Jims well stocked fridge before, after a few more chapters of her trashy novel, she decided to explore some more of the buildings.
After finding store rooms and offices in the immediate buildings, Hazel found some more disturbing constructions. Sure enough, Jim had built a dungeon in the basement. Memories flooded her awareness as she ran her hands over some of the equipment and costumes. When Jim had first started dating her, they had explored her submissive tendencies, which she had by the bucket load. She had enjoyed it at first, but Jim had progressed his own dominant side to the point where Hazel had had to flee, or lose all of her identity to become Jims sexual play thing and pain slut. A bit of pain was fine. But towards the end, Jims excesses had frightened her. The divorce had cost her a fortune, but she had retained far more by fleeing. Shuddering, Hazel removed the hand that had been caressing a wooden chair, with raised metal points throughout the surface and numerous straps and buckles, before leaving the dungeon.
The outbuildings were just as interesting. A stables with riding tack that was never designed for a horse. The interior held several stalls, each one clad in wood, with iron work well above the split door of the cubicles. Making her way past a human sized cart, to a door at the back of one of the stalls. However, although she could not see a key hole, it appeared to be locked and so she made her way over to the stable door, which had closed by itself. She reached over and raised the latch before heading back out into the stable itself. Another door, at the back of the stable building was also locked and so Hazel decided to go back into the courtyard and explore the other buildings.
As she stepped into the yard, through the side door, a loud bang caused her to jump. The door which she had come through had shut loudly behind her. Staring for a moment, she soon forgot about the spring loaded door as she made her way across the yard to the next building. This seemed to be a milking parlour. She had spent enough time on farms to recognise the metal gates and feeding troughs. She could see the suckers that would go onto the cows teats, but there were only two, rather than four and they seemed to be held rigidly in a metal arm attached to the ground.
Understanding dawned and, before she could stop herself, Hazel found herself on all fours, with her head over the empty feeding trough. Sure enough, her breasts hung over the two cups and she had no doubt where her nipples would go if she took her shirt and bra off.
Standing up, she brushed the dust off of her jeans as she looked around at the milk container. God it was huge. How did he expect any woman to fill that? Shaking her head she took in the bared gates and how they could be used to cage as well as coral.
“Damn, you were into some weird shit Jim,” Hazel puzzled, shaking her head. Again, this building had a back door, but again it was locked.
Another building loomed behind the stable and the milking shed, with other outbuildings leading away from it, connected to it. This must be where the back doors lead she mused.
As she approached the third building, the sound of dogs that she had heard earlier increased. She could plainly hear the animals on the other side of the wall, which she followed around, but could not gain entry to. At last, she decided to go back to the house for a coffee. She would explore the rest later.
After coffee, Hazel radioed Penfold to let him know that she was alright and had settled in. She asked about the building, but the lawyer could offer no answer, simply saying that Mr Star had arranged for the maintenance of those buildings himself.
“I bet he did,” Hazel smirked to herself as she concluded the conversation.
Outside, she made her way to the other side of the large building. At first she could not see anything, but at last she found a door. It was open. She could not make out what was on the other side of the door, as it was dark. Gingerly, Hazel edged her way into the room beyond. She was halfway into the room when she notices the triangle of light cast from the door was growing smaller. Quickly she spun around and made a dash for the rapidly closing door, but it was too late. Hazel found herself in darkness, searching desperately for the handle which wasn’t there. The door was smooth and Hazel found that she would have to abandon this exit and look for another. Turning around she headed into the centre of the dark space before she was suddenly blinded as bright, fluorescent lights came on.
After adjusting to the light, Hazel found that she was in some sort of bathroom; a counter took up one side of the room, with a box sitting on it. A shower stood in the corner on the other side of the tiled room. On the opposite wall was another door, but again, Hazel could not see a handle. She nearly jumped out of her skin when a voice suddenly boomed out of a speaker in the wall.
“Please get undressed and place your clothes in the box provided. Once you have done this, coat your body liberally with the decontaminating jelly. You should leave this on for at least fifteen minutes and should be liberally applied to all areas of the body, including hair and private areas. After fifteen minutes, you should shower before proceeding into the next room. Thank you for co-operating fully with the requirement of this facility.”
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