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Part 1. Abducted.

The two men watched the night guard check the entrance to the dorm buildingand then continue his round. When he disappeared round a corner, they ran silentlyacross the lawn and seconds later had picked the lock. They paused for a momentin the hall, listening, to make sure that all was quiet, then put on infrarednight goggles and ran up the stairs to the second floor, along a row of doorsto stop in front of the fourth. One of them took a devise from his satchel,pressed it to the door and put a plug in his ear. After a couple of minuteshe stowed it away again and nodded to his companion, who a moment later hadpicked his second lock and opened the door. The two men slipped inside andclosed it behind them. Only slow breathing breached the silence in the roomwhere two young girls were asleep under the sheets and blankets, their hairspread on the pillows. The men pulled on the gas masks hanging around theirnecks and grabbed two canisters from their belts, directing them at the peacefulfaces. A faint 'whoosh' and the bodies stiffened for a second, then relaxed.They nodded to each other and quickly drew back the covers. Both girls weredressed in just a pair briefs and their slim frames were glowing in the darkness,but that didn't affect the intruders. One of them brought two bundles of blacknylon out of his satchel and unfolded them on the floor, while the other turnedthe first girl on her stomach. The limp brown body offered no resistance whenhe stretched her arms to secure them with three straps of duct-tape over andbelow her firm breasts and across her flat stomach. He strapped her knees andankles together and forced her feet up to tape them to her thighs. The otherman worked on the second girl and soon had her similarly restrained. Togetherthey grabbed one of them to place on the rolled out nylon, folded it aroundher and zipped it up. A moment later two ordinary sports bags were on the floor.The men quickly straightened the beds, picked up discarded clothing and stuffedit in their satchels. They tidied the desks to make the room look as if ithadn't been used, found the girls' handbags, checked for their personal papersand stowed them away. One of them listened at the door while the other tooka last look around. At his fellow's nod he hefted one of the bags on his shoulder,grunting at the weight, and opened the door. He took a quick look around, nodded,removed his mask and ran silently towards the stairs. His fellow grabbed theother bag, closed the door behind him and locked it. A few minutes later theywere running across the lawn towards a cluster of bushes. The whole operationlasted less than fifteen minutes.

Jim stirred in his sleep and peered into in the darkness. 'Had there beena strange sound?' He listened, but heard only his wife sleeping beside himand closed his eyes again. The two men, who'd just entered the small flat,stood stock still, listening intensely, until the slow breathing of two peopleasleep reassured them that all was clear, then moved silently to the bedroom,spreading out on either side of the double bed and bowed over the two faceswith their canisters ready.

A cruising police car slowed down when two men left the block of flats overlookingthe park in the early hours of the morning, casually, but expensively dressedand carrying what looked like golf bags over their shoulders. They strolleddown the pavement towards an underground parking lot, talking and laughing,without taking any notice of the car, and the officers drove away.

The two teenage girls were babysitting each other while their parents wentto a weekend convention together. They had dutifully answered the phone atthe frequent checks, assuring that the house was kept secured. Their parentsarrived home earlier than expected to find the gate locked and, after leavingthe car in the driveway, the alarm switched on. John Crowson deactivated itand entered by the front door. The house was silent and the sitting room tidy;not even a can of coke littered the table in front of the TV. His wife lookedsurprised and pleased and went upstairs with her friend to wake up the girls.The two husbands had just opened a couple of beers in the kitchen when shecame back. "John, they're gone. Chris and Millie aren't here". He stared ather and saw her eyes brimming with tears. "They haven't slept in their bedsand some of their clothes are missing. Oh, John, can they have run away?"

Ben had just bared his girlfriend's ample breasts and was kissing her nippleswhen the back door of his car was opened and a blast of cold hit the two flushingfaces. He opened his mouth to cry out, but felt darkness close around him andfell limply over Liz' half-naked body.

Caroline wept, her fifteen-year-old body wrecked by helpless sobbing. Shehugged herself, trembling with fear and cold. Not the slightest glimmer oflight penetrated the darkness around her and the only sound was her own sobs.She had gone to bed as usual, kissing her parents good night, and now wokeup here, naked.

Charlie carefully felt his way through the darkness, sensing cement floorunder his bare feet, but found only concrete walls until he reached a metalsurface. 'The door', he thought, and groped around its edges. It had no handle,was in fact totally blank and fitting closely. He moved on until his shin bumpedagainst the shelf on which he had found himself when awakening from his druggedsleep, and sat down, head in hands. 'Think!' Rosie and he had just got offthe last bus, returning from the disco, and could see the door to her parents'house, when he sensed movement behind them. Before he could react, he smelledsomething medical and after that his memory was blank, until he woke up here.'Some sort of knock-out gas', he thought, 'but why?' Their parents were farfrom rich, could hardly be expected to pay a ransom, and why had his kidnappersstripped him? He was close to despair when he thought about his girlfriend.'Was she in a similar room, naked like him. She must be terrified, or...'.He pushed the thought of rape away and rose again. 'Shit, it was cold!' Hissix feet four muscular body shivered and he lowered himself to the floor tobegin a series of push-ups. 'Must get warm, must keep in shape. Just wait untilI get my hands on those guys!'

Eddie blinked, momentarily blinded when overhead light suddenly illuminatedthe small room where he had spent hours in darkness, and heard a metallic voice: "Getup and face the wall opposite the door. Put your hands behind your head andclose your eyes". "Like Hell I won't!", he shouted, "Just let me out of here,bastards! What have you done to Ann?" "The bunk, you're sitting on, and thefloor is wired. If you don't do as told, you'll receive an electric shock.You've got ten seconds". "Go fuck yourself!" The next moment his naked bodywas writhing on the floor in excruciating pain. "Ten seconds". He had justmanaged to get on his hands and knees when a new blast made him collapse again. "Shit!",he moaned, "OK, I'll do it". "Twenty seconds". He struggled to his shaky feetand stumbled to the wall, placing his hands behind his head. "Close your eyes".'Shit, they must have a hidden camera'. He did as ordered and heard the dooropening. "Stay where you are or you'll get a double dose". He was fuming withrage, but remained as he was, listening to the sounds of something being placedon the floor and the door closing again. "You've got fifteen minutes, so geta move on". He lowered his arms and turned to see two plastic bowls and a bucketjust inside the door. One of the bowls contained water, the other a grey substance,with a spoon stuck into it. "Bastards!", he mumbled and grabbed the water bowlto quench his raging thirst. He sniffed at the other bowl, but it carried nosmell, and took the small plastic spoon. The gruel was almost tasteless, and,hungry as he was, he wolfed it down. After that he emptied the water bowl,looked up to see if he could locate the camera, shrugged his shoulders andsquatted over the bucket to piss and shit. He rose, grimacing with disgust,and stared angrily at the door. "What about some water for cleaning, bastards?" Therewas no answer and he paced the cell until the voice spoke again: "Back to thewall. Resume the position". He contemplated another rebellion, but rememberedthe pain and did as told. The door was opened and closed again, and the lightwent out.

A dark van stopped in front of a storehouse at a remote harbour and two menjumped out to stand in the glare of the headlights until they heard someoneunlocking a door. The driver extinguished the lights while his fellow wentto the back of the van and opened the hatch. Two men from the house joinedthem. "Got them?" The driver shrugged. "No. They weren't at home, but theirservants woke up. We hadn't been warned about them, slept in a garden shed". "Shit!You got rid of them?" "In a way. They surprised us when we were leaving andwe knocked them out with the gas. Had a look at their shed, no phone, couldn'thave called the cops. Don't think they would, look like illegal immigrants". "Looklike?" "Yeah. We brought them along. You decide what to do with them, Giorgio.Maybe you should keep them". He turned on the interior light and the two menfrom the house peered inside. On the floor was a naked couple in their earlytwenties and obviously Hispanic. The young woman was petite, about 5', withlong black hair and heavy breasts. The man was not much higher, well proportioned,with sinewy arms and legs and a very long penis. "We cleared out the shed,not that they had much. Their employers will think they've run away, especiallywhen they take a look at the lady's jewellery box". The driver grinned andhauled some necklaces and rings out of his pocket. "Hmm". One of the othermen took a closer look at the unconscious bodies and turned the limp womanon her stomach. "OK, we'll keep them. Good thinking and good work".

"Assume the position". The light came on and Charlie rose from the bunk toface the back wall. As taught the hard way, he put his hands behind his neckand closed his eyes. "I've been here for days. How long will you keep me, us,and what have you done to Rosie?" There was no answer and he dared not move.Three blasts of electricity had quenched his lust for rebellion. 'For now',he thought and heard the door close again. "Not much longer and your blackwhore's OK, now. It took only two blasts to tame her". He spun around, loweredhis hands and clenched his fists. "Bastards!" "Shut up and prepare for transport".He stopped short and looked at the items deposited by the door. The bucketwas there, but instead of the two bowls, a small bundle of black cloth anda pile of chains rested on the floor beside it. "Piss and shit, you won't haveanother opportunity for some time. There are two sets of cuffs. You use thosewith the chain for your ankles, sit down on the bunk, put the hood over yourhead and cuff your hands behind your back. Ten minutes". "What! No way, bastards".For the fourth time during his imprisonment he fell screaming to the floorand this time the blast continued for almost a minute, while he was writhingand moaning in severe pain. "Had enough?", the metallic voice asked. The boyrolled on his hands and knees. "Yeah, bastards!" "Ten minutes". He crawledto the bucket and forced himself to empty bowels and bladder, then examinedthe two-foot long chain. It was quite light, but didn't give a fraction ofan inch when he tried to break it with his strong hands, and the cuffs lookedprofessional. 'Shit', he thought and closed the set around his sturdy ankles,grabbed the handcuffs and the cloth and shuffled to the bunk. The hood waslarge enough to cover his head down to his shoulders and, although there wasa glimpse of light below it, he couldn't even see the floor right in frontof him. With a frustrated sigh he cuffed his right wrist and moved his handsbehind his back to close the second cuff.

After a brief wait he heard the metallic voice again: "Get up and turn around,slowly, kick your legs and raise your arms". He demonstrated that he was shackledsecurely. "Shake your head". His jailers were apparently satisfied and thedoor was opened. "Don't get any ideas, boy. We're wearing shoes with thickrubber soles". He abandoned the thought of kicking when he sensed someone behindhis back, and was suddenly frightened when a noose was slipped over his headand drawn close around his neck and hood, completely cutting off his vision. "Hey,what are you doing?" "Relax, boy. We won't hang you". He felt a tug and followedhis captor out of the cell. The floor under his bare feet felt the same andhe shuffled docilely along until stopped. "Sit down and keep your mouth shut.One word and we blast you". He felt the edge of another metal shelf behindhis knees and sank down. Someone was seated on his left, another naked body.He could feel the heat from it and pushed closer. 'Rosie?', he thought, butdared not open his mouth, and sensed that it couldn't be her, rather anothermale. They waited and after a while heard clanging of chains. A third nakedperson sat down on his right. 'Male again', he thought, and wondered how manythey had captured. Another three were seated further down, but still none ofthem spoke. 'Tried being blasted, just like me'.

They stayed quietly there for what seemed a long time, unable to determineif any of their jailers were near, not daring to move or speak. "You're headingfor a trip, boys". They still used the loudspeaker. 'To obscure their voices',Charlie thought. "Before you get any ideas of resisting when you leave ournice floor, we'll demonstrate what'll happen if you try anything foolish".There was a muffled yelp to the left of him before he felt something touchhis chest. A sharp pain hit him and he couldn't suppress a scream. Four morescreams came from the right and the voice spoke again: "That was a cattle prod,set at the lowest voltage. Imagine what it'll do to your balls, with more power".Charlie felt the man on his right shuddering and despaired again. 'These peopleobviously knew their business'. Someone fumbled with the rope around his neckand moved on to the next man. "On your feet. You're tied together, so walkcarefully. Follow the man in front, the ground is even, and stop when told".The six chained men rose and the first in line felt a tug at his rope to makehim shuffle carefully after his captor, the other victims following. They passedacross more cement and felt cooler air around their naked bodies. 'Going outside',Charlie thought, and sniffed. Even through the hood he could smell the sea.They progressed slowly until they felt wooden planking under their bare feet. "Stopand kneel". The row of hooded men carefully lowered themselves and once againwaited for some time, listening to the sounds around them.

"Now we take you one by one, walk carefully and follow your guide. Rememberthat he's got a prod". Charlie heard one of the others get up, his chains clanging.Some minutes later his neighbour rose to be led away. Shortly after, his neckrope was loosened and a hand on his arm yanked him up. He shuffled about fiftysteps along the planking. "Careful now". The hand turned him to the left. "Ashort step forward". His toes hit an obstacle. "Raise your foot as high asyou can, there's one step up". He stumbled, but the firm grip on his arm steadiedhim. "Now five steps down". He felt his way down a flight of narrow steps andfound planks under his feet again. His guide led him forward and the floormoved slightly. 'A ship', he guessed and almost tried wrestling free, but caughthimself. 'No use, chained like this, and with that prod'. "We'll take overfrom here, mate". A new voice, but still with the metallic distortion. Anotherhand grabbed his arm and led him on. "Ten steps down". He banged his brow onthe way. "That should teach you to keep your head down", the voice sneered,and he was led along what seemed a narrow corridor. "Last step, up". He raisedhis foot and sensed that he passed through a doorway. "Stop and kneel". Hewas forced down and felt a new shackle closing around his right ankle, thenheard the guide walk away. There was at least one other person in the room,but none of them said anything. The guide returned three times, telling a newarrival to kneel. At last Charlie's handcuffs were removed and he could rubhis wrists. "Take off your hoods when you hear the door closing. You may talk,but take care of what you say. There's a loo behind the other door, with ashower, use that. You can drink from the tap and there's some food in the cupboard".The door was closed and bolts rammed home.

Charlie clawed at the noose to tear it and the hood from his head. Even thedim light blinded him and he had to blink a couple of times before taking stockof his surroundings. Six bunks, three on top of each other along the wallstook up most of the space in the small room. Another five naked men were kneelingon the wooden floor beside him, one of them removing his hood to reveal a blackface. "Hello there, I'm Fred". "Charlie". The next man freed his head. "Jim". "Hi".He was big and muscular, almost as tall as Charlie. "Hey, get those hoods off,guys", he called to the other three, turning to help the man beside him. Fredrose from his knees and looked around, then down at his feet. Like the others,his ankles were still cuffed and hobbled, and a chain ran from a second cuffon his right ankle to a ringbolt. Charlie got up and rattled his own chains. "We'renot going very far just now", he tried joking. "Guess not". His new fellownodded to the last three men. "Hello again. I'm Fred". An extremely handsomeman, who looked a bit older than the rest, introduced himself, "Eddie", whileanother, of about his own age, Charlie guessed, actually offered his hand. "Ben".The sixth man, whose swarthy complexion revealed his ancestry looked shylyat the others, but kept silent. The black man shuffled to him and grabbed hishand. "And you are?" "Fernando, Sir". "I don't think there are any 'Sirs' aroundhere, just a bunch of captives".

Jim sat down on one of the lower bunks. "Let's get comfy and expand the introductions".The others chose seats beside and opposite him. "OK, I'm shocked, angry, andbloody helpless and guess it's about the same with you, so let's forget aboutthat for a moment and try to restore some sort of normality in this crazy place.I'm Jim, like I said, Jim Butler, thirty years old and married". He lookedaway, swallowing hard. "My wife's name's Mary. I don't know what may have happenedto her. We went to bed one night, don't know when, and next thing I woke upin a dark cell. They blasted me a couple of times, the bastards, until I didas told. That's about it, only I suppose they took Mary as well". "Same storywith me". The handsome man took over. "I'm Eddie Johnson, thirty-two, marriedto Ann. Went to bed in our apartment, woke up in a cell, blasted. You knowthe rest". "And me", the black man continued, "Fred Lyons, married to Pat.Bed, cell, blast, chains, here. Oh, and I'm twenty-nine". Jim looked at theother bunk. "You seem a bit younger than us". "Nineteen. Charlie Morton. Rosieand I, Rosie's my girlfriend, had been at a disco and were on our way homewhen everything suddenly went blank and I woke up in one of the cells". "Sameage, Ben Sorenson". The other teenager looked defiant. "Me and Liz were kindof cuddling in my car when two men attacked us. Sprayed something into my faceand that's the last I remember, before the cell". "Sprayed?" "Yeah, some kindof gas, I think". "Same with Rosie and me. It must have been powerful and instant.I had no chance to fight". Charlie clenched his fists. "Course not, don't blameyourself, man", Fred assured him. "I, we". He looked at the other two on hisbunk. "We didn't even wake up". "Excuse, Sir". The wiry Hispanic coughed politely. "Itis gas. My Maria and me, we wake up and see two men come from the house. Themistress and master is away and we think they is thief. We try hide, but theysee us and spray from can and we go to sleep. Wake up in cell". "Yeah, andyou're Fernando what?" Jim asked. "Alvarez, Sir. I is twenty years and my Mariais married a year. We come work with house and garden". Jim nodded. "OK, let'shave a look around. It seems that the chain is long enough". He got up to openthe narrow door at the end of the room to reveal a small bathroom, with a sink,a lavatory and a showerhead on the wall beside it. "Huh, at least we can cleanup a bit". "Yeah", Eddie agreed, "Let's hit the shower. I don't remember beingas dirty as I am just now. Least not since I was a kid".

Ben got up as well, but went to the other door and pressed his ear to it. "Hey,I can hear someone moving outside". "Probably one of those guys guarding us". "No,there's more than one and I can hear chains". Fred joined him. "Yeah, you'reright, could be our girls. Least I hope so". "Hope so?" Ben stared at him. "Yeah,at least they're not...". "Shit, man, you mean... Fucking bastards!" He bangedthe door. "Hey, lemme out!" Fred grabbed his hand. "Stop that. You'll onlyhurt yourself". "Bastards!", the teenager mumbled and grabbed the chain anchoringhim to the floor. "Hey, if we haul on these, all of us, maybe we can breakthem or tear them out". "I strongly advise you not to try". A voice came froma hidden loudspeaker. "Firstly because your can't break free, secondly becausethere are armed guards outside, and thirdly because it would make us very angry,and some other passengers might get hurt. I don't think you'd like that". Allof them looked up and stood still, but heard nothing more. "OK, he did warnus to be careful of what we say". Eddie lowered his voice to an almost imperceptiblewhisper. "But now we know. They've got our girls". "Yeah, for what?" Ben sankdown to the floor and buried his face in his hands. The older man crouchedbeside him to put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "We don't know, do we,but at least they're alive, and so are we. There's always hope".

Pat heard the door close and the bolts shot home, and raised her hands toremove the rope around her neck and the hood. She'd heard the girl, who wasnext in line when they were marched from the cell building, sobbing uncontrollablyand felt her body trembling against her own while they were waiting on thebench. The hood came off and she turned to the crying girl. 'God! She can'tbe older than sixteen', she thought and grabbed her noose to loosen it. "No,no, leave me alone! Why are you doing this to me? I want to go home!" Pat quicklyrevealed a delicate face, crowned with a mane of brown curls. The girl's eyesand cheeks were red and puffy, tears seeping from under her tightly closedeyelids, and her hair matted with sweat. Pat stroked her cheek with the backof her hand and she recoiled violently from the soft touch, screaming and babblingincoherently. The older woman slapped her left cheek, hard, backslapped theother and the left again. The screaming stopped and the girl collapsed on thefloor. "You bitch! Why did you do that?" One of the other prisoners had gother hood off and stared angrily at Pat. "Because she was going into hysterics,could end up completely catatonic". She bowed over the sobbing teenager andgrabbed her shoulders to drag her onto her lap, cradling her gently. "Hush,dear. It'll be all right". She looked up at the blonde woman. "I'm a nurse.I know what I'm doing". "Sorry". She got back a sheepish grin. "I'm Ann". "Pat.Could you help the others?" Another three naked females were on their kneesbeside them, but made no attempt to remove their neck ropes or hoods. Ann turnedto her neighbour. "Come on, love, no need to hide yourself". She freed a delicateface with dark, slanting eyes. "Lovely, aren't you?" She gave her a quick peckon the cheek and scuttled to the next girl. "I can manage", came a surprisinglycalm voice. The blonde nodded and moved to the brown body beside her.

In the next cabin Mary Butler had removed her hood almost before the doorclosed behind their jailer and looked around to see five naked women besideher. All of them were tearing at their neck ropes and hoods and five dishevelledheads appeared one after other. "Did he say something about a loo?" A darkface turned frantically from side to side, spotting the narrow door at theend of the room. Its owner jumped up and her incredibly long legs brought herto it in a few short strides, ankle chains rattling along the floor. She flungopen the door and fell down on the toilet bowl. Fractions of a second laterthe others heard splashing and a relieved moan. "Gosh, that was close. Aah!" Theblonde girl beside Mary turned, grinning hugely, and offered her hand. "Guessit was. Hi, I'm Liz". "Mary". "Sorry about that, girls". The brown beauty rose,looking somewhat sheepishly at her fellow captives. "You know how it is". "Sure,and I'd better take your place". Another blonde long legged girl hurried tothe bathroom. "Chris", she said and sat down to let loose her stream. A fifthgirl, with raven black short hair and an almost flat chest, rose. "She's alwayslike that. I'm Millie". The last naked girl was still on her knees, lookingshyly at the others. "Hi there, what's your name?" Millie offered her hand. "Maria,Miss Millie". "Just Millie". The brown girl wiped her crotch and washed herhands in the small sink before returning to sit down on one of the lower bunks. "Whew!I'm Rosie. Boy, am I glad to see you. I've been locked up in the dark for weeks,but I guess it's the same with you". Mary sat down beside her. "Not weeks,a few days, I think, but it's hard to keep track when you never see daylight". "Guessyou're right, days it was. At least three. God, it's nice to be out of there.They electrocuted you?" "Twice". Chris left the bathroom. "Dumb blonde, that'sme". She sat down on the other bunk and rattled her ankle chains. "Feels kindof funny". Millie stared at her. "Chris, you're too much. Is that all you haveto offer?" "Well, I could say how nice it is to see your cute face again, darling,but what else is there to tell. I mean, we've been kidnapped, locked up, keptnaked, tortured, brought here in chains, to a ship if I guess right, and areon our way to God knows where, and what. Any of you been raped yet?" "Chris!" "Don'tyou 'Chris' me, Millie. That's what we must expect and you know it, so whynot face it?" "How old are you, Chris?" Mary asked. "Seventeen, why?" "You'reremarkably calm". "No, I'm scared shitless, but I won't show it to those bastards". "That'sthe spirit", Rosie confirmed, "Never give up, never give in". The blonde girlnodded. "Sure. You a runner?" She looked at the muscular brown legs. "Yeah,you too?" "Just cheerleader, too lazy to use these for some real work". Chrislooked down at her own long legs. "Well". Mary rose. "I don't know about yougirls, but I've never felt as dirty as I do now. How about trying out the shower?"

"So, dear, nice and clean again". Pat finished drying the teenager and withan arm around her shoulders gently led her back to the cabin. "Now lie downto rest". The girl mutely allowed the nurse to place her on her back and coverher with blankets. She lay staring at the bottom of the bunk above for a moment,then closed her eyes. Seconds later her breathing revealed that she was asleep.Pat sighed with relief and looked at the four naked women on the opposite bunk. "God,that was close", she whispered, "I think she'll be OK now. Why don't you shower?I'll take the last turn. Hope there's enough hot water". "OK". The stunninglybeautiful blonde turned to the petite girl beside her. "You go first, dear".The Asian nodded and padded to the bathroom, closing the door as far as herankle chain allowed. "Right. I'm Pat Lyons, qualified nurse and married. Myhusband's a computer engineer, Fred. I don't know what happened to us. We wentto bed one night and the next I remember is waking up in that awful dark room". "Samewith us. I'm Ann, married to Eddie Johnson. Both of us work as models. Clothes",she added hastily, "Advertisements". "You're about my age, I think. I'm twenty-seven". "Twoyears older, but you are much younger, dears?", Ann asked he two girls huddledclose together beside her. One of them nodded. "Nineteen. I'm Janet Smytheand Kal, Kalia Pathee, is my roommate. We, they must have done the same tous, drugged us in our sleep, I mean". "Bastards, but clever bastards, to getaway with it". "What, what'll happen to us?" The Indian was on the verge oftears. "I don't know", Pat answered with a glance at the girl beside her toensure that she was still asleep, "But I can guess, and I don't think there'sany reason to lie to you". "Nope", Ann confirmed. "Better face it than trypushing it away. We can just as well begin to adjust". "Adjust to what?" "Aw,Kal, you're not that dumb. Why would anyone kidnap six beautiful girls, stripthem naked, scare them shitless and chain them up on a boat?" Her friend shookher head. "No!" "Yes, Kal, and don't you dare panic now. Think of those twopoor kids". The Indian closed her eyes and swallowed hard. "I'll try, but I'mnot sure I can". "Course you can. Lotus position, deep breaths, use your training.Come on". Janet sent the older women a grim smile, hauled her friend down tothe floor and forced her to take up the position, then sat down beside her. "Togethernow, in and out, in and out". Ann gave a thumbs up sign to Pat and went tothe bathroom.

"Gosh, aren't we just beautiful? What a haul for those bastards". Chris grinnedto the five other naked women. "You think they're selling us to some Arabs?" "Chris!",her friend protested. "They might", Rosie answered calmly. "But I've heardabout some other mysterious abductions. People suddenly disappearing withouta trace until their families receive a letter from them, telling that they'reOK and will come back one day, but without further explanations. And they didcome back, at least the two I've heard about, but never told what happenedto them". "You're positive?" "Yes, one of them is a close friend of one ofmy colleagues. She was upset when she disappeared, and there was a fuss, butit died down when the letter came, or letters, I think there were more thanone, and then suddenly she was back". "Unharmed?" "Not entirely, I don't think.The point is that she did come back and got her life together again. The lastI heard was that she got married". "For how long was she gone?" "I don't rememberexactly, but I think about two years". "And she never told anything?" "Nota word to anyone, as far as I know". "Strange, maybe she was brainwashed". "Perhaps.Anyway, let's just hope it's the same guys who've taken us, but just now I'mstarving". "Me too". Chris looked into the cupboard. "It's the same shit wehad in the cells". She showed some plastic bags with a grey powder. "Just addwater, I guess. Well, well, at least it didn't taste too bad. Didn't tasteof anything, really".

The distinguished looking elderly man opened the last folder to study thetext sheet inside, then looked closely at the photos. The first showed a nakedyoung woman stretched out on a table. Her eyes were closed and she seemed asleep.The next was a close-up of her face, crowned with blonde hair. Another depictedher full breasts, firm and not sagging, even if their owner was on her back.The nipples were dark brown, with very large aureoles. On the fourth her legswere spread and the sex openly displayed. Her crotch was hairless and her labialips well defined, topped by a clearly protruding clit. The last two showedher straight and flawless back, a firm, rounded arse, and slim legs with slenderfeet and long toes. "An excellent shipment, Giorgio. I am very satisfied".He looked up at the young dark haired man sitting in front of his desk. "Thankyou, Sir. Sorry about the fuck-up with the last catch". "No need for excuses.I understand that the couple, I wanted, was involved in a road accident thatsame night and ended up in hospital, but their substitutes will do very well,even if they are a bit different from the others. Some clients will find themrefreshing and if not, we can always use extra servants". He nodded to theyoung man. "As I said, I am highly satisfied. I shall express that to yourfather". "Thank you, Sir". "This was the second delivery of which you havebeen in charge, I believe?" "Yes, Sir. I assisted my uncle on one before that". "Quite,and I think it about time that you learn about the outcome of your excellentwork, see the other end of the line, so to speak". "Yes, Sir?" The young manlooked expectantly at him. "If you can spare the time for it, you may stayhere until the new shipment arrives, as my guest". "Thank you, Sir. I'll behonoured". "And pick some of the slaves to play with, of course. Enjoy thepleasures of my paying guests". "Thank you, Sir. That little brunette fromthe last haul?" The older man looked a computer screen. "I am afraid not. Sheis at present serving a regular client. It seems that he cannot have enoughof her". "No wonder. So young and fresh". "I suppose so, even if she is notquite so fresh any longer". "Then the blonde dancer with the big tits?" "Yes,she is available. I shall tell Reception to assign a suite for you and sendher there".

"Yes, Sir, the Director just called. Please follow me, Sir". The receptionistleft the counter and went towards the lift. Giorgio looked hungrily at herbare buttocks while she walked in front of him across the marble floor. Shewas nearly naked, only a flimsy apron, made of transparent silk and fastenedaround her slim waist by a thin golden chain, covered her front from hips tobare feet. A golden leather collar encircled her long neck and she wore similarleather bands on wrists and ankles. Her breasts were bare and her shaven crotchclearly visible. She opened the door to the lift and stood aside to let himenter, stepped in and pressed the button for the first floor, then knelt athis feet with her hands clasped behind her back and bowed her head. When thelift stopped, she remained on her knees until Giorgio went out to the thicklycarpeted corridor, then rose gracefully and preceded him to a door almost atits end and opened it for him. "Your suite, Sir". He nodded and entered a sittingroom, comfortably furnished with low chairs and tables, a desk and a big TVand stereo rack. The far wall was one great window, opening to a balcony wherea glass railing did nothing to obstruct the magnificent view over a glitteringblue bay, encircled by two headlands, overgrown with lush greenery and slopingdown to the white sands of their beaches. The girl moved silently to open adoor. "Your bedroom, Sir, and bathroom". He strode in to see a large doublebed, another couple of armchairs and a second TV. A half open door offereda glimpse of a luxurious bathroom with a Jacuzzi tub.

"Nice, very nice". "Thank you, Sir. Would you want me to introduce you tothe special equipment, Sir". "Sure". "Thank you, Sir". She went to the headof the bed and grabbed a small ring in one of the bedposts. It came loose todraw out a light chain. "This snaps onto your slave's wrist or ankle restraints,Sir". She clipped it to her own wrist. "There's one in each post. Very convenientif your want her spread on the bed, Sir. You press this button to stretch her".She snapped it off and let it slide back. "These are for anchoring ropes, Sir".She raised the bedspread to show a number of hooks embedded in the frame andpointed to another row in the ceiling. "Okee". "And there are snap-locks forher ankles here, Sir". She knelt at the foot of the bed to show them. "If youshould like her bent over the railing. And over here, Sir". She went to a sectionof the wall covered in dark wood. "You press this button and have another positionfor her". Two chains dropped from the top of the panel and another pair onthe floor. "This button gives you the hanging shackles". They descended fromthe ceiling. "There are two slits in the carpet beneath them, Sir, with theankle chains. Just turn the buttons clockwise to have her well stretched orraised". "Fine!" "A special feature, Sir, which amuses many of our clients.The trapeze". She pressed another button and an iron bar emerged beside theshackles. "You lower it". The bar reached the floor. "Place it behind her knees,tie or cuff her hands in front of her shins and haul her up. This positiongives easy access to all of her orifices and is very convenient for whippingher arse or the soles of her feet". "Yess!" He felt his cock stirring. "Andif it should please you to keep her more steady while taking her from behindor whipping her back or breasts, you may use this, Sir". She pressed yet anotherbutton and the panel parted to let a strong beam appear. Two legs spread automaticallyat its front end to form a sawhorse. "If you make her straddle it, she'll bemost uncomfortable, Sir". Her hand slid along the sharp edge. "If she's facingthe wall, with her hands cuffed to it or on her back, her anus is well placedfor your use, Sir, and you may enjoy her screams when her labia is split bythe beam". She shuddered, but calmly continued the instruction. "This buttongives you the stocks, Sir. Very convenient when flogging her back or just storeher". Another panel opened and a metal contraption was unfolded. Its top beamhad holes in the middle and on each side to trap a victim's neck and wrists,and two rods at an angle to it on the floor had similar fastenings for ankles. "Inhere". She opened a panel. "You'll find a selection of whips, floggers, paddlesand canes, as well as nipple clamps, alligator or adjustable, labia clips,clothes pins, spreader bars, and a set of portable stocks for her hands andfeet". She presented a metal rod with four curved spaces. "Very popular amongclients. It can be used with her hands in front or behind to keep her lockedin various positions, sitting, kneeling, on her back or standing. There's asupply of ropes and chains, and differently sized butt-plugs and dildos, doubleand vibrating as it may please you. There are various gags if you don't wantto hear her scream, and blindfolds if you prefer not to see her eyes, Sir".

"Very good". "Thank you, Sir". She closed the panel again to make the differentobjects disappear. "If you want to use more advanced equipment, such as a rackor a wheel or place her in a cage, it may please you to use the dungeon, Sir.Your slavegirl will be happy to show you where and how. If you wish to enjoythe cool of the evening, she'll show you pegs on the beach to spread her orchains to tie her to a tree or hang her from a branch, Sir". "Yess". His eyeswere gleaming with lust. "She'll of course be available to you in any way youwish, Sir, but sexual use of her must be restricted to your suite, apart fromoccasional fondling of her body". "Not even in the dungeon?" "No, Sir. TheDirector doesn't want the island turned into a permanent orgy. She's also trainedto serve as a housemaid. There's a well stocked bar in your sitting room andthe kitchen can provide almost any kind of snacks or meals. Your slave willshow you what other facilities the resort has on offer, such as lounge, bar,restaurant, gym, swimming pools, tennis courts, and golf course, and serveyou there as well. She'll be available to you throughout your stay, but theactual slave will change every twelve hours. The use of two slaves is includedin each period of twenty-four hours". "I can't have the same girl for morethan twelve hours?" "No, Sir. You can get her back after another twelve hours,but all slaves must have a rest between sessions". "Ah, well, that's reasonable,I guess, or they'll be worn out all too soon". "Yes, Sir, and most clientsdo appreciate the change. An exhausted slave is not much fun, Sir". "No, Isee the point, but I asked for a specific girl". "Yes, Sir, and she's in yoursitting room. A guard will fetch her in twelve hours, if you haven't dismissedher earlier. She can show you our range of available slaves on the closed circuitchannel. There's a binder at your desk, with detailed descriptions of all ofour slaves. If you see one of them somewhere on the premises, you're of coursewelcome to inspect her, if she's not serving another client. She'll be happyto show what she has to offer. Please observe that slaves wearing golden collarsare not available, and that you may not use a slave intimately unless she'sactually serving you". "OK, but then I can do anything to her?" "Almost anything,Sir. Whipping and similar hard use must be restricted to your private premisesor the dungeon and kept within the limits stated in the rules of the resort.". "OK,I'm not that fond of hurting girls, just want a bit of fun". "Yes, Sir, andI hope you'll be satisfied. If not, please ask for a replacement and statethe reason for your complaint". "OK, any other rules?" "There's an informationfolder in the desk, Sir. Clients are encouraged to study it, but I've mentionedthe most important parts, except that clients are not allowed to enter theslave camp, which is clearly marked by a fence and has only one entrance, witha guard". "And if I break the rules, I'll be expelled?" "Yes, Sir. The Directorhas set them up to ensure that all of our guests have a pleasant stay and enforcesthem very firmly".

"OK. You said she's in here?" Giorgio returned to the sitting room and stoppedabruptly. A young woman was in front of the window, displaying herself, handsclasped behind her head and legs spread. She was dressed in a long skirt madeof the same white, transparent silk as the receptionist's apron, fastened lowon her hips with a chain and slit to the waist front and back and along herlegs, and a sleeveless top made of the same material, covering her from shouldersto just below her breasts. With her back to the window, the garments did nothingto hide her body, only enhanced its charms. Like the receptionist, she waswearing a collar, wrist and ankle straps, but made of white leather. Her longblonde hair cascaded down her back almost to the waist and her eyes were demurelylowered. "Jackie, Sir, as ordered. Her speciality is masturbating you withher feet. Many clients find that amusing. She's a very good erotic show dancer,if you want to build up your expectations or revive yourself, Sir". "Excellent!" "Thankyou, Sir. Do you have further questions before I leave you to enjoy her?" "Well,yes, a few about this place". "Yes, Sir. Would it please you to be served arefreshment, Sir". "Sure. Gin and tonic". "Yes, Sir". The receptionist openeda wall cabinet to reveal the promised bar and began mixing his drink, whileGiorgio took a closer look at the half-naked girl. He went around her, lickinghis lips at the sight of her well shaped arse, and fondled her D-cup breaststhrough the flimsy silk. She neither moved, nor raised her eyes. "Your drink,Sir". The receptionist knelt beside an armchair. "Thanks. Dance, girl". "Yes,Sir". The blonde began moving her arms and rocking her hips.

He sat down and accepted the offered drink, watching the dancing girl intensely.She slowly increased her movements, still rooted to the same spot, and he wasfascinated to see her shake her breasts, rotate her hips and make ripples inher belly. "Shit!", he whispered and took a large sip, then noticed the othergirl. "Ah, yes. What's the price of staying here?" "Two thousand US dollarsfor the first twenty-four hours. That includes transport from the mainland,a one-bedroom suite like this, all meals and beverages, use of the facilitiesthe island can offer. Ensuing periods of twenty-four hours cost $1.000. Eachterm with the free use of a slave, Sir". "Two actually, but could I have more?" Hewas still watching the dancing slavegirl. She rose on tiptoe and did a slowpirouette. "Yes, Sir. The charge for an additional slave is a further $500for twelve hours' service, $200 for shorter terms up until three hours". "Dopeople hire more than one?" "Often, Sir. Some clients find positioning andwhipping a slave tiring and hire another to do the work, often a male slave,or find it refreshing to have a choice between slaves". The dancer turned herback to him, spread her legs and bent almost double. Her hips rotated and herarsecheeks shook, making the skirt part to offer him glimpses of her narrowhole, while her breasts danced between her legs. He could hardly contain himself,but took another sip. "How many slaves are there?" "About 150, Sir, a thirdmale". "So many. You must have a lot of guards to control them, especiallythe men". "No, Sir. There's no need for control, all slaves perform willingly.We have guards for security and for monitoring the clients". "Willingly, but...".He caught himself. "I see, and how many clients?" "We have fifty suites, Sir,but rarely more than about thirty clients staying at one time". "So only onesixth of the slaves are working. What do they do when not serving a client?" "Someclients use more than one slave at a time, as I said. But all slaves have twelve-hourshifts, if they're not the property of an owner. When not actually servinga client during work shifts, they perform other tasks, as maids, gardeners,serve in the restaurant, man reception. Slaves do all manual work at the island,Sir". "And the rest of their time. When not working, I mean?" "Slaves are freeto spend it as they wish, mostly sleeping, Sir, but they work out regularly.To stay fit is important for their performance". "Of course, very clever, butyou said something about slaves who're not available?"

The dancing slavegirl had turned again and was slowly raising the top to revealher breasts. "Some clients prefer owning their slaves, instead of renting them,Sir". "They buy them?" "Yes, Sir. Clients may reserve the exclusive serviceof a slave for six months". "So owned slaves have no rest periods?" "No, Sir,but owners are encouraged to be careful and considerate. Owned slaves are oftenallowed free time and the owners seldom stay for extended periods. They mostlycome for weekends or for a week or two. When their owners are not present,owned slaves may work ordinary shifts, but are not available to other clientsand therefore marked by golden collars. Such work pay for their upkeep". Theslavegirl had removed the top and were caressing her breasts, squeezing themand offering them to him, while still dancing slowly. "How much would I haveto pay for a slave?" "It varies, Sir, they're priced by the Director. Somegirls can cost as much as $50.000". "Fifty grand, for six months!" "Yes, Sir,but many slaves, and most of the males, sell for $10.000 to $20.000. The costof accommodation must be added of course, $500 per day for a suite withoutthe service of a slave. Some owners want to be sure to enjoy their owned slaveat any time and therefore pay for a permanent suite. In that case the slavemay stay there in her owner's absence and doesn't have to work for her upkeep". "Whew,some of those guys must be filthy rich!" "Yes, Sir". "And a slave can be soldtwice a year! We're talking real money here". "Yes, Sir". "How many slavesare owned?" "Normally between twenty and thirty, mostly females". He eyed hergolden collar. "I can see that you are". "Yes, Sir. My mistress arrives tomorrow". "Yourmistress?" "Yes, Sir". "So there are lesbians here?" "Clients have variouspreferences, Sir". "Faggots too". "We have male clients who prefer male slaves,Sir". He emptied his glass and watched the slavegirl remove her skirt. "Well,it's about time I enjoyed my dancing girl, I guess. Thanks for the information". "I'mhappy to have served you well, Sir". The receptionist rose gracefully, senther fellow slave a smile and left without a sound.

"Hey, they're starting the engine". Charlie cocked his head. "Very clever",came the voice from the loudspeaker. "We're just about to sail. The trip willtake two or three days, probably three, because we're running into bad weathersometime tomorrow afternoon. Unless you're used to sailing, you better eatwell tonight and tomorrow morning, but take nothing but water after that. Whenyou feel the boat beginning to rock, piss and shit all you can and lie downon your bunks". "Thanks a lot, and if the boat goes down?", Ben called. "Yougo with it, so pray". The loudspeaker clicked off and the six men looked gloomilyat each other.

"You're a damn good fuck". Giorgio withdrew from the girl's slippery tunnel. "Howcome you're so narrow. I mean, you must have had a lot of cock up there". Jackie,who was chained spread-eagle on the bed, raised her head. "We train our vaginalmuscles, Sir". "Is your arse just as good?" "Other clients have kindly saidso, Sir". "Looking forward to it, then, but just now I need a drink". He reachedfor her right wrist to unclip the chain. "Can you free yourself, I've got topiss". "Yes, Sir. What may I serve you". "You got champagne?" "Yes, Sir. Doyou have a favourite brand, Sir?" "No, just as long as it's not too dry". "Yes,Sir". He disappeared into the bathroom and she quickly freed her other handand her feet, rose wearily and swept the soiled sheet off the bed. She usedit to wipe her crotch, grimacing with disgust, bundled it into a wall cabinet,spread a fresh one, shook the pillows and hurried to the sitting room. Whenthe Italian came back he found his slavegirl on her knees beside the bed, anopened bottle of champagne in a cooler on the bedside table and a sparklingglass in her hand. He sank down on the bed and accepted it. The naked beautycarefully arranged the pillows behind his back and sank down to sit on herheels, hands behind her back, legs spread to show her shaven crotch, and eyesdowncast. He took a sip, nodding appreciatively. "Are you allowed to drinkwith the clients?" "If they may wish so, Sir". "Would you like a glass?" "Ifit may please you, Sir". "It does, you've earned it. Get one". "Yes, Sir".When she came back to top up his glass and fill her own; he asked her to sitat the foot of the bed and toasted her. She took a small sip and lowered hereyes. "The other girl said that you do this willingly?" "Yes, Sir". "So you'rea whore?" "If it may please you, Sir". "And you like it?" "I'm happy to servewell, Sir". 'Damn, he's fantastic, that guy', he thought, 'Wonder what he doesto them. Three months ago she was a happy little dancer back in the big city'.He looked at her shapely feet. "She said you're good with those cute littletoes". "Do you want me to please you with them, Sir?" "Sure, go ahead". Hespread his legs and she sat up between them to catch his limp member betweenthe balls of her feet and begin a gentle rubbing. He let his head drop backon the pillow to enjoy her ministrations.

The boat shook violently when a new wave smashed into its bow. Pat clutchedCaroline's small body closer and prayed. Hours later she heard the loudspeaker. "We'rethrough the worst. Catch some sleep, we'll arrive in about ten hours".