Thread: Island Tartarus (google/Darkest-Fate)

Never before had there been an island like this, and there likely wouldn't ever be such a place again. Well, that last might not be entirely true as long as there were incredibly wealthy men and islands available, it was entirely likely that there would be privately owned islands. But who would think that someone would do this to an island? To remake it like this? Lea Michele had, like so many, heard about the island, and she'd been immediately interested. Her life had become painfully hectic and just plain painful of late, from losing the love of her life to putting out an album that looked about to flop to the intense shooting schedule. Lea just wanted to get away from it all, to cut loose without cameras or people following her every move, and, while she was at it, to show a little skin. So when she heard about a tropical island, she'd been far, far too excited about the prospect. Then the invitation had come, much to her shock, inviting Lea personally to spend some time at the lush accommodations. Lea had taken no time to arrange for an extended leave and taking off. She'd been surprised to find a private plane made available to take her to the specific island, and more surprised to find the place defying even her lofty imagination. To say that Lea dressed scantily was a bit of an understatement. The most demure thing she'd packed had been a dressing gown for sleeping, and even that would expose quite a bit. She'd already dressed for the island, looking like a cross between an expensive tourist and an island girl. Bright floral blue fabric, all made of light material, had been wrapped about her form. The fabric looped about her neck before coming down to cover both of her youthful breasts. Lea's sides were exposed, as was a fair amount of her breast. Several beautiful tattoos marked her skin, each one moving along her perfect skin, with its light tan. The breezy cover ended in something that was half skirt, half sarong, slung loose across Lea's hips and baring nearly all of her legs. A string bikini bottom hung upon her hips, the fabric of it clinging tightly to her pert ass and covering her well-tended sex. Blue lace crawled up her leg, leading down to a pair of sandals. She'd woven a blue flower of some kind into her black hair, further adding to the island girl look. And this was one of the more demure outfits, as Lea doubted that any besides her host and a handful of silent workers would see her. Said servants had appeared and led Lea to an impressive suite. Calling it a suite felt slightly off, as it was nearly a cottage planted near the sea. One could stumble drunkenly into the lush warm waters that lapped against white sand. Someone had gone out of their way to make it look both lush and native, with fine bamboo and various adornments that were impressive. Lea directed the workers to drop her stuff there, looking around the place with amazement on her face. to think that she got to take advantage of this! Not a soul nearby to bother her either, and all the comforts of home. Lea immediately ordered a drink and headed for a wraparound porch, not wanting to bother with even unpacking just yet. Lea was, of course, not the only woman to arrive. On nearly the opposite side of the island, another private plane landed. A much more demurely dressed British beauty stepped lightly from the plane, looking over the island with a decidedly more critical view. it wasn't that Emma Watson wasn't looking forward to this trip she had been since she'd gotten the invitation, but she still couldn't quite shake her suspicions about it. A private island? That required private planes to reach and had private buildings? It sounded nearly like something out of a super villain's playbook. It had taken convincing by her friends and family for Emma to agree to come here. She'd been working too hard, her tensions getting far, far too great. Sure, she'd been able to keep her image nice and pleasant, but if she didn't allow herself some relaxation, she would snap. She'd still resisted, but several friends and family members had literally forced the ticket into her hands and practically sent her off. They'd also done her packing for her, and Emma thought that they'd thought they were quite funny about it. The Brit still looked beautiful, despite not wearing quite so scanty an outfit as her American co-guest. A tight pair of brilliant white khaki shorts clung to her young rear, outlining her taut ass quite well. It also displayed the white legs, which did not possess the slight tan that Lea so boldly displayed. A pair of simple tennis shoes covered her feet, without socks to mar anything. Her top was a relatively simple blouse, the fabric also white and flowy, covering her lean, but womanly body underneath. And unlike Lea, Emma wore standard undergarments beneath. She also paused to make sure that her things were taken care of before heading toward her suite. The suite, more like a bungalow actually, impressed Emma as well. She entered it and looked around, unable to hide her surprise and delight. when the servantsworkers had finished, Emma had been quick to tip and thank them, knowing that being generous was always a smart move. She then moved to unpack. And was surprised to find that the moment she opened her suitcase, a handful of sex toys popped out. Emma stared at them, before giggling, covering her hand with her mouth and turning away. Okay, okay, she got the message relax. But the various toys that they'd put were almost laughable a dildo far larger than Emma's usual, a little egg shaped vibrator, what looked like some fluffy handcuffs of some kind, a pair of overtly sexy underwear, some edible chocolate body paint, some strawberry flavored body paint, and several flavored oils. Well, Emma figured that she could at least try the oils for a massage later or something. she giggled again, shaking her head before setting the materials aside. She wanted to unpack before anything else, then get her bearings on the location, see what there was to see...