Terrant smiled as he buckled his sleeping cargo into the seat Chayton had indicated across from his own.
“We got lucky with her.
After looking at the rest of them, I was afraid I was getting stuck with a dog.”
While the slaves finished strapping the young women in, Helo parked the limo in the garage and pulled out the SUV.
Arturo and Diablo joined him to drive back to the casino and strip the girls’ room of all their belongings.
They managed to get back to the estate in less than an hour, and loaded the girls’ possessions onto the plane.
Everything would be destroyed when they arrived at the island.
While the three men were gone, Chayton gave each of the young women a shot that would last longer than the knock out drops they had ingested.
It would ensure they would sleep almost the entire trip back to the island.
He had Diablo collect their shoes and put them in the hold where their suitcases were going to be stashed.
When his remaining slaves were on board, the jet took off and made a lazy circle over the strip before leaving the neon lights of Las Vegas behind them.
CHAPTER II.
INTRODUCTIONS
Dawn was filtering through the edges of the jet’s window shades.
Helo saw his Master stirring and hurried with his coffee.
“That was a very smooth run and an extremely bountiful harvest.”
Chayton smiled over at Lindsey’s sleeping form as she worried her bottom lip in her sleep.
“Has everyone been fed?”
“Yes, Master.
We ate about an hour ago.”
Helo set a light breakfast on the low table in front of Chayton.
“Let’s get our ladies bound and gagged so they don’t get too distracted with the first view of their new home.
Wrists behind backs, slaves,” Chayton ordered.
“Yes, Master.”
Without being told, the men had stripped from their Las Vegas-wear to their black linen island breech cloths.
They had already replaced their wrist and ankle cuffs as well as their collars.
Each man now went to their ‘dates’ and bound the women’s wrists together with leather straps.
By pinching their noses, they had little trouble inserting the small utility gags, securing them with the Velcro tabs at the back of their sleeping heads.
Without the use of their hands it was a mild and effective introduction of things to come.
The girls all started coming around about the same time… first groggy and confused, then panicking.
Becka started thrashing, trying to break free of her seatbelt and Chayton stood over her, glaring.
“I suggest you stop that immediately,” he said calmly.
Becka glared back and tried to kick him.
From out of nowhere, the big man produced a black leather crop and swiped it across the top of Becka’s thighs.
The girls screamed behind their gags, Becka loudest of all, and she actually tried to kick him again.
Thwack!
A second time.
“Immediately,” Chayton repeated calmly.
Becka groaned at the burning pain and sat still.
All of the girls were sobbing now.
Lindsey’s wide eyes looked around the cabin.
She was lying back painfully on her wrists and the leather in her mouth was horrible.
She noticed all of them were barefoot and the high heels that could have been weapons were nowhere in sight.
The guys who had picked them up from the casino were stripped down to black loincloths with black leather collars, ankle and wrist cuffs.
Lindsey looked up at the man who had struck Becka.
He was a giant, with a thick black ponytail that hung half way down his back.
He looked naturally tanned, and with his black eyes, chiseled cheekbones, and full lips, Lindsey decided he must be an Indian of some kind.
The man was so handsome he made their ‘dates’ look merely attractive.
Handsome, but frightening.
Even with Lindsey’s limited experience, this looked like something out of a bondage film.
Slaves, oh my god
.
He’s going to rape and beat us.
Then, he’s going to sell us,
she imagined, sobbing as the thought came to her.
She searched her mind, frantically trying to remember if anyone at the casino would have noticed them leaving.
How long would it be before they were missed?
Days?
Weeks?
The big man was speaking and Lindsey tried to calm down enough to listen.
“Welcome, ladies,” he began with an amused smile.
“My explanations are infrequent so I recommend you listen closely.
I am your Master.
If you do not acknowledge me as your Master, you will be punished.”
His voice was deep and steady.
All the girls’ eyes were wide with terror.
“My slaves who acquired you have been my property for years and will inform me of any infractions to my rules or risk punishment themselves.
Momentarily, you will see an island through the window as we bank to land.
This is your new home.
You will see there is no way off the island.
All communications, telephone and Internet go through a secure server.
Adapt, and you will be cared for.
Rebel and you will be punished.
Rebel consistently and you will be sold into a life of nightmares.”
The young women were all crying muffled sobs as the jet started a lazy turn.
They could see a large island with a few smaller islands in the distance and had no idea which ocean they were looking at or whether they were east or west of the U.S.
They could see six large buildings spread over the island with many outbuildings and what looked like crop fields.
There were small roads traversing to the buildings, meeting at a center hub of smaller buildings.
It looked like a wagon wheel laid on its side.
A few roads led up into trees on the low mountains.
The big man in leather began speaking again, idly slapping the crop into his palm.
“Your belongings have been removed from your room and destroyed.
The bill to your room will be paid in full with Rebecca’s credit card.
Thanks to every one of you leaving your pin number written in your wallets…really ladies,” he chuckled his admonishment, “your accounts will be stripped this afternoon.
At that time, a used car purchased in Sandi’s name will take off from Las Vegas never to be seen again.
Five ladies tired of their old life, starting over.
Perhaps not the ending or destination you would have desired.”
The frightened women began to realize all the thought and planning that must have gone into their abduction.
They were not randomly kidnapped.
Their next thoughts were of rescue.
None of the women had anyone in Florida who would spend a lot of time looking for them, especially when it would look like they all took off from Vegas with Sandi to start over someplace else.
Chayton was pleased to see the slight resignation settle on the women’s’ faces, with the exception of Sandi and Becka.
He knew they would be difficult, and purposely decided to make them the pawns in the disappearance.
The plane was landing as the women settled into despair, and they felt the slight jarring of the wheels touching down.
“Take our new slaves to the induction room and water them,” the Master ordered the big black man.
After the door to the jet opened and the stairs folded down, Lindsey watched the Master walk across the airstrip to a back lawn and into the arms of a smaller, young blonde man.
Lindsey figured the big black guy was in charge of the other slaves, as he said, “Everyone grab ankle shackles just in case we have a runner.
Grab your ‘dates’ guys, and let’s get going.
Ramone, I’ll walk with you in case Becka wants to act up again.
Diablo, Cyrus will walk with you and Sandi.”
Lindsey was surprised to see Cyrus, the pilot, was also one of the slaves.
Terrant unbuckled Lindsey’s seat belt and helped her stand up.
She was still crying, pleading to him with her eyes.
He silently grabbed her arm and firmly guided her to the door where they waited behind the others to disembark.
When Chayton had gotten off the jet, he was relieved to see Ayden anxiously waiting for him on the back lawn.
He rushed up to his lover and embraced him fiercely.
“I’ve found her, Ayden.
She’s here,” he whispered.
They walked through the back doors off the patio and turned to face the women disembarking from the plane.
He knew the tinted windows of the doors would keep anyone outside from seeing them.
Ayden watched anxiously as Helo and Brazil left the plane with a large red head.
“That’s their leader, Becka,” Chayton informed him.
Next, Cyrus and Diablo exited with a tall skinny blonde.
“That’s Sandi.”
Arturo came down to the tarmac holding a cute, short haired brunette’s arms.
“That’s Paige.”
Ayden looked up at Chayton.
Sensing Ayden’s gaze, he said, “Not yet, watch.”
Ayden looked back towards the jet.
Ramone was helping a pretty, pony tailed blonde down to the runway.
“Danielle.”
For a fleeting moment, Ayden thought of Angela, but the heart twinge was dismissed as he watched Terrant lead a small woman down the stairs.
Her long auburn hair was twisting in the breeze around her perfect shape, outlined by the tight jeans and beige sweater.
Her features were little girl frightened, and as the group approached the back of the house, Ayden could see the fear in her emerald eyes.
He felt a stirring in his groin and leaned back, not surprised to feel his Master’s hard cock pressing into his back.
“She’s beautiful, Master,” he sighed.
Chayton was thrilled his lover was pleased with the unexpected acquisition of Lindsey.
He took Ayden’s hand and quickly headed towards the office to watch the women in the induction room on the monitor.
When they were on the tarmac, Sandi started to flail and try to pull away.
Helo walked over and slapped her hard across the face, and she stilled instantly.
The procession of new captives started across the back lawn.
Lindsey saw a huge, tropical swimming pool surrounded by comfortable looking patio furniture and a wall of glass doors that led into a huge, white stucco house.
The travelers continued across the grass to a door sunk into the bottom level at the side of the structure, and Helo descended the three concrete steps.
He entered a combination into a keypad and the heavy metal door swung open.
Cyrus asked Helo if everything was under control, and he nodded and dismissed him back to the jet.
When everyone else had entered the small concrete office on the other side, Helo slammed the door shut with an ominous finality.
He opened a barred doorway on the other side of the room and locked it behind them after everyone had passed through.
It looked like an old, dank jail to Lindsey.
The walls and floor were concrete and she saw a few small empty cells on either side of the hall.
Single lights were spaced on the walls between the cells giving off minimal light and the air had the musty smell of wet cement.
She started shivering and whimpering behind the gag and Terrant applied a little more pressure to her arm as he guided her further down the hallway.
The hall ended in a ‘T’.
To the right, Lindsey saw another barred doorway with stairs leading up to what she assumed was the main level of the house.
There were several sturdy wooden doors down this length of the hall, all closed, leaving no indication of what lay on the other side.
At the end of the hall, opposite the stairway, Helo opened the door.
Inside was a large cement block room.
Directly across from the door were six steel cages about four feet square.
The women were led inside and the door closed behind them.
There was a hose hung on one wall, a drain in the middle of the floor and a bucket in the corner by the cages.
Eyebolts were spaced along the wall opposite the hose.
Lindsey looked up and saw a hook attached to a chain on the ceiling.
Following the chain, she saw where it ended on a spool with a crank to the left of the door.
Once again using a keypad, Helo unlocked a cabinet in the right corner by the door.
He took out five metal bowls, spaced them out on the floor and filled each one with water from the hose.
“We’re removing the gags.
If you speak they go back on.
As long as you are drinking they stay off.”
As soon as her gag was removed, Sandi started screeching.
“You fuckers!”
She dodged Brazil as he reached out for her and tried to sprint for the door where Helo easily grabbed her.
“You son of a bitch!
Let me go!
You fucker!”
Helo jammed the gag back in her mouth and lifted her up.
Arturo and Diablo each grabbed an ankle and snapped on cuffs, attaching them to each other by a short chain.
Diablo walked across the room and opened a cage, and the three men roughly forced Sandi to her knees, pushed her inside the cage and locked the door.
Helo calmly looked at the rest of the shocked women.
“Anyone else?”
They shook their heads quietly, clearly very frightened.
Arturo, Diablo, Ramone, Brazil, and Terrant lined up along the wall with the door and folded their arms across their chests, silently watching them.
“Not thirsty?”
Helo started to approach Becka with the horrid gag and she quickly dropped to her knees by one of the bowls.