At one time there must have been native people living on this island. That is how most islands came to have a population of wild boars, pigs that had ...scaped and gone wild. They gutted it and began roasting the pig on a spit. It would take some hours but they would all enjoy a supper feast that evening, sort of a welcome party for the pretty Jap girls.Meanwhile Sergeant Johnson thought that it might be a fun game to pretend that they had just captured the Jap girls, and that they needed to. ”“I have no idea,” I honestly replied.“Men,” she exasperated.As always the day progressed as normal. There were no furtive texts, no hushed phone calls, nothing. She even wore nothing but a pair of jeans and a spectactularly unsexy top. No slinky, sexy gear, no spare bag full of lingerie, nothing but her small handbag and what she was wearing.Her hair was simply tied back and she wore the barest amount of makeup. Less, in fact, that she would wear to work.Now the next thing that I did does have. I pointed him out and she sat next to him with me next to her. We ordered drinks and then she casually started chatting with him, needless to say he was very responsive. Turns out he was from out of town on business, we chatted with him for about 20 minutes and he asked where we were from, at that point I told him we were locals and had a fantasy to show her off to a stranger. Would he be interested. At first he looked a little skeptical and said is this for real? I said to him lets step out. They were like clamps, only not quite. They weren’t harsh enough to be clamps, but they were obviously light enough to be left on for an extended time frame and they stimulated me in a maddening way. I didn’t fight it, lowering my eyes instead in a desolate sense of defeat. The collar that he fixed to my neck was stiff leather and I lifted my head for the blindfold with a soft whimper of fear.He worked quickly, sitting me in a chair, manipulating me like I was a toy again. And it felt right.