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Return to the Valley    Part 1



The buzz of the alarm woke Tonya from a deep sleep, making her sigh as she
realized a new work shift was ahead of her.
She attempted to turn over, but found herself trapped.  For a groggy moment
she wondered who had strapped her down this time, but then realized that she
wasn't bound. It was just Stewart, her boy friend. He was lying across her
chest, his face nuzzled against her neck, one arm wrapped around her and
tucked in tightly underneath her.  He hadn't moved when the buzz of her
alarm clock started. Tonya knew it would take a lot more than that to wake
him this early in the morning.
With no thought given to being gentle about it, Tonya pulled his arm out
from under her and pushed him over on to his side of the bed. His only
response was a small groan and then nothing. He didn't even open his eyes.
Smiling to herself, Tonya got out of bed and padded to the bathroom, pausing
only to stretch and examine her almost naked body in front of the mirror.
All she wore was a red leather band around her right wrist.  Two inches
wide, it was decorated with abstract designs that diverted the eye from
noticing that the band was locked on. Tonya couldn't take it off, and
wouldn't have it taken off for as long as she worked for her current
employer.
Not too disgusted with what she saw, she continued her journey and spent the
next half hour rushing through her bathroom routine. She did not want to be
late for work, for where she worked had a unique way of dealing with
tardiness among it's employees, as well as any other problems that may come
up.
Again, as she dressed, Tonya wondered at how she managed to end up working
for Dr. Carey at the Kennel. That the place existed at all seemed amazing to
her. But she was glad it did, as were the kind of people that provided the
client base for their 'one of a kind' business.
Tonya kissed the still sleeping Stewart on the forehead and grabbed a Pop
Tart on the way out the door.  He knew where she was going, and would house
sit her apartment for the two weeks she would be gone.  He didn't seem to
mind her work schedule, two weeks on, one week off. He was the first guy she
had found in a long time that was okay with that. He was also the first guy
in a long time that wasn't totally shocked by what she did for a living, and
didn't try to take advantage of her because of it.  She, and her work mates,
could tell a lot of stories about the men, or women in their lives that
thought that being with a submissive meant that they could be as abusive as
they wanted. Stewart was a gentle soul, and Tonya was glad she found him.
She caught the subway just in time and twenty minutes later was back up at
street level and a couple of blocks away from where she would spend the next
two weeks. As she approached the building she once again checked to see if
there was anything about it that belayed it's purpose, but nothing showed.
It looked like what it was, a large factory building, built around the turn
of the century, converted into warehouse space at some point and now
occupied by a firm of some kind that had no name over the door.  Instead
there was only a number, it's street address.  No one walking by would know
it was in reality, a boarding house for the fetish community not only here
in New York, but all over the country. A place where Dominants of almost
every type could house their Submissive partners for a while when needed.
If this were an animal shelter, it would be a kennel, and that was the name
that stuck.
The Kennel.
It was somewhat ironic that the Kennel didn't cater to the more 'animal'
fetish types that existed. The Equestrian and Farm types were instead sent
to a large farm in northern Virginia, also run and owned by the firm that
ran the Kennel.
There were only two types of fetish that were not accepted by the Kennel and
the Farm, Pedophilia and Non-Consensual relationships.  If clients were
known to be guilty of the former, they were quietly reported to the police.
And to divert the latter, all new clients had to be recommended by an
existing client or agency.
Dr. Jane Carey, the director of the Kennel, was very strict about that.
Tonya stepped through the front door of the building, into a smallish lobby
with a security guard sitting behind a desk at the far end.
"Morning Stacy."  Tonya said, smiling.  A female security guard, even in
these enlightened times, was still a curiosity, but here at the Kennel, ALL
the employees were women.  From Dr. Carey down to the most junior member of
the staff. In fact, 80% of the building was off limits to men entirely, the
only men allowed in at all were the "Owners" of some of the "Pets", as the
staff called them, and a few of the investors. Oh and of course, the male
Pets themselves.  This 'all female' environment was a big selling point for
the Kennel. It made the female submissives feel a little safer when they
were left here, their owners more confidant that their property would not be
mishandled, and the male submissives, for the most part were a lot more
accepting of being placed under the charge of women rather than men.  So
female security guards like Stacy, were the norm here, rather than the
exception.
"Hi Tonya," Stacy replied. "enjoy your week?"
"Too short as usual."  Tonya replied.
"I know."  Stacy replied, knowingly.
Tonya moved to the left, and walked up to a heavy door with a black, plastic
square where the doorknob would normally be. She held her wristband against
it, and the magnetic key built into the band triggered the door lock.
As she stepped in, she heard two people step into the lobby from the outside
door and looked back to see who it was.
A man and a woman. The woman was dressed in a fashionable outfit that looked
better suited to a night on the town, the man, by contrast, had on loose
fitting pajamas and wrap around sunglasses.  Tonya immediately knew that he
was the submissive. A new Pet to look after.
She stepped through the employee only door and walked along a short corridor
that led directly into the employee locker room.
Inside, Tonya met up with one of her co-workers, Amber.
"You're going to be late." Amber said, tugging the hem of her tunic as she
headed for the exit across the room.
"Not if I can help it." Tonya replied.
Tonya found her locker and immediately began shedding clothes.  She got one
last look at her watch before taking it off, and saw that maybe Amber was
right.  Not a good way to start the shift.
Once naked, Tonya quickly pulled on the body harness that was to be a
permanent part of her uniform for the next two weeks. She often wondered
what the Pets would have thought, if they knew that the handlers here wore
body harness's identical to theirs.
With practiced ease she quickly locked all the fasteners with the key
attached to the inside of her locker, and pulled on the simple white one
piece tunic that would be her only clothing for her two week stay. The tunic
was short sleeved and quite loose fitting, resembling the top half of a Judo
master's outfit in both it's construction and appearance. That she, and all
the other employees were required to wear this, more than anything showed
how different this job was to any nine to five office job you might find
elsewhere in the city.  Only here were the employees really 'slaves to their
boss'.
She slipped on her shoes, no nonsense flat wear, and ran for the door.
Passing through it she knew she wouldn't be back that way until her shift
ended in two weeks. Another security guard who checked her in had the only
key to this door.
Tonya slipped into the employee conference room just as the twenty or so
other women in the room were sitting down.
She had made it just in time.
At the front of the room stood Dr. Carey. She was the only woman in the room
dressed in street clothes, over which she wore a lab coat. What the rest
wore would hardly be called legal on the street, the hems of their tunics
barely came down to below their hips, and only fastened with a Velcro patch
on the front.
"Glad to see you all again!"  Dr. Carey said, addressing everyone in the
room.  "It looks like a busy week ahead so I'm glad you're here. Some of C
shift is staying on a few more days because we have fifty six Pets in
residence right now and we are also at the height of grooming season. If any
of you can stay on past your duty shift let me know, I'll make it worth your
while."  she smiled.
Tonya whistled quietly to herself. Things were busy when she left a week
ago, but now it was almost crazy. The Kennel was set up to house sixty Pets.
Fifty on the main floor and an additional ten up in Adoption.  Normally
forty girls, the combination of the two shifts currently on duty, could
easily handle that many Pets, but things must really be moving in Grooming
for Dr. Carey to ask for extra help.  Grooming was the only part of the
Kennel where Pets who weren't actually staying were allowed.  Like it's
animal counterpart, people brought their submissives to Grooming for special
things like hair care or removal, full body massage and make over, tattoos,
piercings, even surgery.  Dr. Carey was a fully qualified surgeon, and a few
girls on each shift were also fully qualified for work in the surgery.
Business had to be booming!
Right now, Tonya knew that there were sixty employees in the building, the
combination of all three shifts, A, B and C.
Tonya's shift, B, was just coming on today. A shift was just starting it's
second week, while C shift had just completed its two week stretch. The
girls in C shift would leave by lunch time, after briefing in the incoming B
shift.  It was a good system, and worked well.
Dr. Carey dismissed the women who already had places to go, and began
handing out individual assignments to Tonya and the other nine who stayed.
She, like the others in the room, were the keepers. They were the ones who
dealt most directly with the Pets, and were responsible for them while they
were here.
Dr. Carey handed Tonya a card with the names of the Pets she was to take
under her care and asked her to stay after the others left.  Tonya saw that
all the names belonged to Pets she had looked after before. That was good,
no surprises.
After a few minutes, she and the doctor were alone.
"I'm happy to have you back, Tonya."  the doctor said.
"Thanks, Jane.  It looks like you needed me. You should have called me in
sooner."  Anyone who could have over heard would have been shocked if they
had heard Tonya speak to Dr. Carey like that, but the two of them were old
friends, and in private forgo the formalities about who was boss. Not that
Tonya could get away with much more than that.
"I know how much you value your time with that new boy friend of yours, and
it really isn't as bad here as it sounds right now."  Jane Carey answered,
sitting wearily down on one of the seats.
"So, what's up?"  Tonya said after a pause.
"We have a special case. Came in last night. I'd like you to take over from
Ashley and watch her yourself."
"What's so special?"
Jane didn't answer right away. Instead she looked at her feet, and mulled
over her response.  Tonya patiently waited.
"I think I'll let you see her first." she eventually said. "I put her in
Adoption and isolated the cell. All her paperwork is there. Go over it, and
then come see me and let me know what you think."
"Do you think this Pet will be a problem?" Tonya asked.
Dr. Jane Carey looked up directly into Tonya's eyes. "You tell me!"



End of Part 1




Return to the Valley    Part 2



When Tonya left the conference room she was intrigued by the mystery that
her boss had handed to her.  Despite a number of questions from Tonya, Dr.
Carey refused to tell her any more. She wanted Tonya to form her own
conclusions.
Tonya debated going up to see the new Pet right away, but figured she had
better check in with the shift supervisor first and get briefed in on her
charges.
The shift supervisor's desk was on the main floor just inside the main
kennel area. From this desk the kennels were monitored and its occupant was
in charge of all the keepers currently on duty. The supervisor changed each
week, and was usually the senior keeper for the resident shift. This being
the start of A shifts second week, the supervisor was from that shift. Next
week would be B shifts turn, and Tonya would take over.
"Hi Lori." Tonya said quietly. Everybody talked quietly in the kennel area,
so as to not disturb the Pets.
"Tonya. About time you showed up." Lori said, smiling.
"I was kept late by the boss."
"I'll bet. Here!"  Lori dumped on the desk in front of her a pile of
folders. Each one contained the personal information of the Pets she was to
take over caring for.  Tonya smiled and lifted the pile in both hands,
before turning for a look at the rest of the kennel area.
Set up like a big horse shoe, the kennel area was filled with cages, most of
which contained either a man or a woman in bondage.  All of them were
dressed, or should that be undressed alike, and with a couple of exceptions
all of them were bound alike.  Some were lying down, some were kneeling or
sitting. None were standing, the cages were not that tall.
In front of each cage was a number painted on the floor, Tonya quickly
looked up the numbers of her charges and took a quick look at each of them.
All seemed in order.
She left the kennel area and joined her other co workers in the cafeteria
downstairs.
The next hour was spent hunting down each of her Pet's former keepers. This
was hard, for all the other incoming keepers were trying to do the same
thing, but after Tonya had a word with everyone she needed to, she was able
to look through the files she had been given.
None of them were complicated, which was good. It meant she could spend more
time with the new girl in Adoption.
She took the files back to the supervisor's desk where they were kept, and
made a note of the only appointment one of her Pets had that day.  A male
submissive named Anthony had to spend two hours in the gym sometime that
afternoon. It was Tonya's responsibility to make sure he got it.
"Anything else?"  Tonya asked Lori.
"Yeah, It's almost time for the Pets lunch and a bathroom break, can you
help out?  Dr. C. has pulled most of my help for Grooming."
Tonya groaned, but agreed.
It wasn't long before a couple more keepers showed up and the three of them
began to pull what looked like caulking tubes from a rack in front of the
desk while Lori watched.
Each tube had a number on it and was in fact a container of food for each
Pet.  The food was pretty much the same in each one except for a slight
difference in the vitamin and nutrition mix, as determined by the wishes of
the various Pet's owners.  Pets on diets were given food with a slightly
lower fat content, ones that needed medication had it included in the food,
etc.
The numbers made sure that the right food went to the right Pet, and were
prepared in the kitchen in the basement by the junior employees.
Hauling three at a time, Tonya and the other keepers moved from cage to
cage, inserted the canisters in the food dispensers on the front of the
cages and called the Pets to eat.
One by one, each Pet would struggle to their knees and shuffle forward,
their open mouths seeking out the feeding dildo that projected into the
cage.  Soon they would be sucking on it, and a small pump would help
dispense the food.
As the girls worked their way along the cages, they would check to make sure
that everyone ate all the food given to them, and made notes on who didn't.
It was all well practiced and had been perfected over the years the Kennel
had been operating.
Once everyone had fed, Lori opened all the cages from the controls at her
desk, and all the Pets were allowed out. They shuffled forward on their
knees and waited obediently.
With only three of them available to do this, it took Tonya and her
co-workers a little time to undo the hog-tie chains on each Pet, but when
all were done Lori rang a bell and all the Pets got to their feet and
waddled in their hobbles in the direction they were told to.
The Pets, en mass, were led into the big community bathroom and began to do
as they were trained.
The room was divided into two halves, one side for peeing, one side for
shitting, and Tonya saw that no one was having trouble making sure that they
did there business in the right half.  While the Pets relieved themselves,
Tonya and the others removed their tunics and shoes and hung them up outside
the room. Now they wore only their chastity harness's, and were just as nude
as the Pets they looked after.  Tonya and her crew gathered a handful of
baby wipes from some containers on a shelf outside the room and began wiping
the asses of all the Pets.  Tonya hated this part, but she knew that it was
important to protect the health of the Pets, for they were very valuable.
So, like a nurse, she had learned to distance herself slightly from the
messier part of her job, dancing rather unsuccessfully around the piles of
excrement on the floor.
When all the Pets were done another bell rang and they all herded out. This
time Lori was waiting for them and guided them by herself back to their
cages.  Tonya waited for the last one to leave and then shut the door.  A
twist of a valve, and the room was suddenly wall to wall water.
Sprays built into the walls, ceiling, and even the floor, wetted down every
surface in seconds.  This was why the girls had removed their tunics, they
were now soaking wet.  All three of them picked up some wet brooms that they
had grabbed a minute before from outside, and walked through the spray
pushing the human waste in the room toward the drains at the far end. It
wasn't until Tonya was sure the room was clean, that she allowed the others
to stop and the water turned off.
Outside the room, they toweled off and donned their tunics.
"Can you guys handle putting them back in their cages?" Tonya asked, "I have
to get up to Adoption to see a new Pet."
Her work mates said fine, so once again clothed (more or less, thought
Tonya), Tonya headed to see her new charge.
Adoption was the newest section at the Kennel, and it came about almost by
accident.  A long time client was talking with Jane Carey one afternoon
about how he and his submissive partner were not getting along as well as
they used to. Apparently their tastes were changing and were now going off
in different directions. Dr. Carey wondered why she was being told this when
the client came right out and asked if she knew anyone who would be willing
to take this girl off his hands.
Taken aback, the doctor told him that they didn't operate that way.
The guest replied that it was a shame, for she had the contacts that would
make it easy to find more compatible couples than could mere chance.
Especially as none of the clientele knew any of the other clientele.
Anonymity was the number one rule at the Kennel. That was why the Pets were
blindfolded the entire time they stayed.
This got Jane Carey thinking, and soon she proposed to the board of
directors a plan to set up a database for submissives and Dominants who were
in the market for each other.
One wag among the board jokingly asked her if she was going to set up a Pet
adoption agency, and so the idea was born.
For submissives to qualify for adoption, they had to have been Pets at the
Kennel before, they had to pass the medical exam every Pet gets when they
come in, and most importantly, they had to sure that a change in their
lifestyle was what they really wanted.  Both the submissive being adopted
and the Dominant giving them up went through a screening process that made
sure that what was happening was in the best interest of both of them.
Then, the submissive was brought to Adoption and kept there on display for
select Dominants to come and see.  Not every submissive was seen by every
Dominant.  Personalities and preferences were matched up before hand so as
not to waste the time of either participant.
The system worked out rather well, and many happy couples had been produced
as a result.
Adoption was a public area of the Kennel, relatively speaking, at least
during business hours, so Tonya took the back way up.  The woman who ran
Adoption had her desk in a small room behind the 'cells'.  Along one wall
was a bank of TV screens that allowed her to keep a constant eye on all the
occupants at all times. This room was never unattended.
"I was told you would be coming up here."  was Tonya's greeting as she came
through the door.
Right now the place was run by Ashley, probably the most disliked of all the
employees at the Kennel. But she did her job so well that Dr. Carey could
overlook her personality problems. Ashley had a special skill when it came
to handling the clients that came through her domain, and no one could
figure out how she didn't piss them off as much as she did her co-workers.
"Good, then you should have her file ready shouldn't you." Tonya replied.
Ashley scowled, but handed over a very thin file folder which Tonya took and
looked through carefully.
There was not much information in it. The girl's name was Jane, and her
Dominant sponsor was a man named Mike Smith.  The file contained little more
than basic statistics about the girl and a special order sheet.
Special order sheets were used when the client requested additional items be
added to the standard care of the Pets at the Kennel. Like Anthony and his
work outs for example.
The special order sheet  for Jane was one of the most restrictive ones she
had ever seen.  The girl had come in hooded and gagged and severely bound,
none of this was to change. The gag was one that would make feeding
difficult, but not impossible, but it rendered the girl completely unable to
communicate.  The hood also isolated her completely, for it covered her eyes
and ears and left nothing but her nose visible.  Her bonds were tight, but
not crippling, but were all metal rather than the kevlar reinforced leather
that the Kennel used on all it's Pets and employees alike.
That would make long time bondage a problem for the girl and Tonya saw that
she was in for a two week stay.  The special order sheet also asked that she
be isolated and exempted from any and all activities.
It all seemed very harsh to Tonya, but she had seen and experienced worse on
the outside, so it wasn't too surprising. What did surprise her was that Dr.
Carey had agreed to it.  Normally very careful about how much bondage was
applied to each Pet, this seemed beyond her normal standards.
Tonya looked up at the screens and picked out the one that showed Jane's
cell.  Jane was in a far corner, curled up in a ball, her hands held behind
her by her bonds.
"How has she been since she got here?" Tonya asked.
"Maddie told me that she was screaming when they brought her in. She was
pretty violent despite her chains.  It was so bad we got up Dr. C."  Ashley
replied.  "If it wasn't for the fact that she was listed as NCF, I'm sure
the doctor would have sent her back.  The girl has cuts and bruises over a
good portion of her body and those metal cuffs she's wearing are cutting
into her skin.  I don't know why some people are into that stuff."
NCF, Tonya thought. Non-Consensual Fakers.  A lot of people liked to
struggle while bound, Tonya knew, and a few of them considered it a
challenge to act up as much as possible so that they would be "punished" for
their bad behavior.  Tonya knew that there were people out there who lived
for pain.
Glancing at the folder, Tonya saw that Jane was listed as an NCF, but
something wasn't right.
"I'm going to go in and look her over."  Tonya said.
"Fine. Just leave the folder here and put on this gag."
"What?"  asked Tonya, surprised.
"She's a no contact, remember?"  said Ashley, "Dr. C. said that no one goes
in to see her without being gagged." To emphasize this, Ashley held up a big
rubber ball gag on a strap and smiled.
"Great."  Tonya said without enthusiasm.  She took the gag and tried to
squeeze it into her mouth before pulling it out again. "Don't you have a
smaller size?"
"Sorry."  Ashley smirked. "Let me help you."  Ashley took the gag and began
to work it into Tonya's mouth. Tonya tried to open as wide as she could, but
didn't think it would fit, but by now Ashley had really worked it in there.
Trying not to struggle, Tonya grunted with pain until the ball slipped
behind her teeth. She tried to push it out with her tongue but found it
impossible. Ashley buckled the strap behind Tonya's head and then locked it
with a small padlock.
Tonya raised her eyebrows as Ashley put the key to the lock in her desk.
"I'll let you out when you come back, we can't have you taking that thing
off any old time can we?"
Tonya scowled and headed for the door.
"Oh, and watch out for Debra, she has a client in the Gallery."
Tonya nodded and left the room.
The Gallery was the public side of the Adoption block. Windows placed along
its entire length allowed unrestricted views into the cells.  Tonya knew
that being in the cell with Jane meant that she too would be on display to
the client in the Gallery.
She tugged the hem of her tunic down a little, although it made no
difference at all.
She entered the cell from the side opposite that of the Gallery by using her
wrist band key to open the door.
In the brightly lit room she could see Jane in the corner, in the same
position as she was on the monitor in Ashley's office.
Drooling a little because of the gag, Tonya approached the girl slowly and
looked her over without touching her.
Jane was nude, and didn't even wear the body harness that all the Pets and
employees wore. Her head was covered completely with a heavy black leather
hood that was locked on with a wide metal collar, her mouth filled with a
metal tube that held it open wide.  Her wrists and ankles were tightly bound
in rough metal shackles that had rubbed her skin raw in spots, they were
connected together with a very short piece of heavy chain that held her in a
hog-tie.
She looked a mess, cuts and scrapes were evident everywhere, some of them
untreated, most of them very recent.  Bruises colored her skin, and there
was even evidence of a couple of cigarette burns on the one breast that was
visible to Tonya.
Tonya shuddered at the thought of having to spend two weeks in this
condition.  She leaned closer and listened to Jane breathing.  It was fast,
and light, and every so often a light moan would accompany it. Tonya was
getting more and more worried.  There were a hundred questions she wanted to
ask this girl, and she might have violated the no contact order if it hadn't
had been for the gag in her own mouth.
Instead she reached out and gently touched one of the bigger bruises on
Jane's left thigh.  Immediately Jane kicked out, but was brought short by
the chains that bound her. Her feet didn't come close to connecting, but
Tonya fell back all the same, surprised and shocked.
Jane started howling loudly, her gag preventing her from forming words but
doing nothing to affect the volume.
Tonya stared at the crying girl until movement from the window caught her
eye. Looking into the room was the client who she was warned was in the
Gallery.  Next to him was Debra, trying in vain to get the client to move
on.
Tonya was aware that her fall had pulled apart the Velcro patch that held
her tunic together, but made no move to cover herself although she wanted
to. While in the past she had been viewed nude by strangers many times,
lately she had become out of practice. Her modesty was returning.  House
rules forbade her from displaying that modesty however, as long as she was
in a public area that is.
Instead she got up slowly and walked away from Jane who now lay on her side,
sobbing.  Tonya used her key to open the door again and stepped out.
She had to see Dr. Carey.




End of Part 2




Return to the Valley    Part 3


"That girl is no NCF, Ma'am."  Tonya said to Dr. Carey.
They were in the doctor's office. This was considered a public area, so even
though they were alone, Jane Carey insisted that Tonya follow the rules she
had laid down for all her employees.
This meant that Tonya was now kneeling on a pad to one side of the doctor's
desk, her hands resting loosely on her lap. At no time was Tonya to address
her as a friend, in here it was all strictly business.
Dr. Carey sat in her desk chair and gazed thoughtfully at the kneeling woman
for a moment.
"How can you be sure?"  she asked after a while.
"Gut feeling, Ma'am." Tonya replied, still working the stiffness out of her
mouth from the huge gag she had been required to wear while in the girl's
cell. That Ashley had kept her gagged for the twenty minutes it took to
arrange this meeting, hadn't helped. Privately Tonya planned to get her own
back on Ashley, but there were bigger concerns right now.
"Gut feeling."  Jane Carey replied. "I was hoping for something more from
you, Tonya."
"Without talking to her, there is nothing more I can tell you, Ma'am.  She's
covered in various injuries and may be in a partial state of shock."
"We've seen worse, for some people being abused like that is exactly what
they want."  replied the doctor.
"It doesn't feel right, Ma'am.  I want to get that hood off, just to ask
her. Just to look in her eyes."
"That violates everything we do here. How can our clients trust us to
maintain their lifestyles if we ignore the instructions they give us."
"How can we not take the time to make sure that everything is all right.
What if Jane isn't faking? Her injuries need treatment. Hell, you didn't
even get to examine her, and ALL the incoming Pets get that, no exceptions!"
Tonya could see that the doctor inside Jane Carey was fighting with the
administrator she had become over the past few years.  Her face was clouded
in doubt.
"I want to think on it for a while." she said presently.
Tonya nodded. She had a feeling that her boss would do the right thing, in
the end.
"I'll let you know what I decide. Now go!"
"Yes, Ma'am." replied Tonya, and she leaned forward to kiss Jane Carey's
foot, before exiting the room.
Glancing at a wall clock, Tonya decided that while she waited for news on
the new Pet, she would take care of one she already had.
Anthony.
Entering the kennel area once more, she picked up a set of keys from Lori
and strode down to cage 8 where Anthony was kept.
She stopped and watched him quietly for a moment, and allowed herself a bit
of time to admire him as he lay asleep, his legs drawn up behind him in a
lose hog-tie. At least she assumed he was asleep, the blinder he wore that
kept him from seeing, made it difficult to tell.
Tonya signaled Lori at the desk, who electronically opened his cage door.
Anthony immediately began shuffling to his knees, and was soon at attention.
"Come on out Anthony, it's time to pump those muscles of yours!"
Anthony smiled behind his gag, but said nothing of course. He shuffled
forward on his knees until he was clear of the cage and Tonya undid the
chain that held him in his hog-tie. Then he waited until Tonya clipped the
hog-tie chain to his collar to use as a leash before standing up.
Anthony was a big man. 6'4", 240 lbs.  The words 'Greek God' always came to
mind when Tonya saw him.  His Mistress, an energetic woman who only topped
five feet in height when in heels, liked to make sure that her very handsome
companion here stayed in top shape. So that meant two hours, every day, in
the weight room.
Tonya stepped back a moment to admire him, partial to the 'Greek God' look
herself.
He stood tall and poised, naked except for the harness he wore. The harness
was the same as the one everyone, Tonya included, wore while in the Kennel
(except for Dr. Carey of course who stayed in her street clothes).  Kevlar
reinforced leather straps crossed his body at chest level, while a wider
belt wrapped around his waist. Two vertical straps came up over his broad
shoulders and swooped down front and back to tie into the straps and belt.
His arms were locked behind him in leather cuffs, and his legs were hobbled
with chain. The belt held up a chastity device that made it impossible for
Anthony to be interfered with sexually. This device was also duplicated in
its male or female versions on all the Pets and the employees.  This was to
keep the Pets safe from possible damage from themselves or from other Pets
if sexual access was free, and to keep the employees minds on their status.
For all were submissives at heart.
All Tonya knew was that being around Anthony made her intensely aware of her
own chastity belt. It was going to be a long two weeks with him around.
Her eyes finally moved up to his face, at least what there was of it.  His
neck was covered in a very stiff collar that held his head straight ahead.
Leather straps bound his long hair to his scalp, and held on the wide
leather blinder that prevented him from seeing anything but what was
directly in front of him at floor level. The blinder was used so that he
could see to walk, but nothing else, and was also a standard part of a Pet's
outfit. It also had written on it in large numerals the Pet's number. It was
easy to get confused as to who was who without faces to look at. The last
part was the gag. It held the mouth open, but didn't block it. This allowed
food and water via the feeding dildos to be given without having to remove
the gag. Also standard for all the Pets. None of this stuff came off for the
entire stay of the Pet.
With a sigh, Tonya pulled on his leash and walked him to the gym. Inside his
hands and feet were freed but not his blinder and gag.
As Anthony used the weight machines and the treadmill, Tonya spent the two
hours she was with him alternately daydreaming about Anthony crushing her in
a passionate embrace with those wonderful muscles of his, and worrying about
Jane in her cell in Adoption.  What was she to do?
She thought about it long and hard while she moved Anthony from machine to
machine, giving him lots to drink and generally supervising his work out.
Once all the work outs were done, Tonya led Anthony to a shower cubicle and
locked is wrist cuffs to rings in the wall before turning on the water.
She was just about to rub him down with a sponge, when the phone by the door
rang.
Leaving him, Tonya answered it.
"Tonya?"  It was Dr. Carey.
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Meet me in Ashley's office as soon as you're done."
"Yes, Ma'am. I'm just washing Anthony down, I should be only another fifteen
minutes."
"All right."
Tonya rushed through one of her more pleasant tasks, rubbing her hands all
over Anthony's hard body, and got him back in his cage before hurrying
upstairs.
Bursting into Ashley's office she found Ashley kneeling on the floor with
Dr. Carey standing over her.  Ashley had the huge rubber ball gag in her
mouth and the doctor was just locking it on. Ashley didn't look too thrilled
to be wearing it. Her jaw looked very extended.
Seeing that her boss was in a rather dominant mood, Tonya too dropped to her
knees.
Jane Carey smiled at her however. "I noticed that you were working your jaw
pretty hard in my office."  she said. "After seeing this monster I can
understand why."  She indicated the huge gag in the now very uncomfortable
girl.
Tonya smiled.
"Come on, let's go."
Tonya and Dr. Carey left a frustrated Ashley behind, and went to the door of
Jane's cell.
Tonya used her wrist band to open the door and the two of them entered.
Jane had moved since Tonya saw her last. Now she was lying on her front,
arms and legs drawn up behind her.
Kneeling once more, Tonya watched as the doctor gave the chained up girl a
looking over. Dr. Carey did this without touching her, shaking her head as
the count of scratches, bruises and burns went up.
"Jane," said Dr. Carey quietly. "Can you understand me?"
The girl groaned and began to shudder. She tried to move away from Carey's
voice. Tonya thought she was scared out of her life.
"It's okay, it's okay."  whispered the doctor soothingly.
The frightened girl slowly stopped moving, but it was obvious she was
anything but calm. Her body quivered as it strained against the heavy chains
that bound it.
"I'm going to take your hood off, all right?"
The girl remained still as the doctor approached. She mewled behind her gag
when Carey's hands touched her head.
Tonya was given a silent signal to come over and help, so she moved to where
she could hold down the girl if she became violent again.
Dr. Carey pulled a ring of keys from a pocket and undid the lock on the
collar that held the hood on.  Jane was really whimpering now, but didn't
move.
A moment later, The doctor had the heavy hood off, and the pale face and
bald head it revealed was wrinkled with sweat. Evidently it had been trapped
under the hood for far longer than it was designed for. The girls eyes
squinted in the bright light. Tonya wondered how long it had been since they
had last been uncovered.
As Dr. Carey undid the gag that was still in the girl's mouth, a sinking
feeling settled in the pit of Tonya's stomach, the girl looked familiar.
When the tube gag came out, the girl immediately began coughing, and Tonya
knew for sure who it was.
"Don't you recognize her?"  Tonya asked her boss.
The doctor shook her head, more intent on helping the girl over her coughing
spasm.
"It's been on the news for the past month, this girl was kidnapped from her
home in Beverly Hills.  It's Liz Morning, that actress on that new prime
time soap on Fox!"
Dr. Carey went pale, and stared at the still heavily bound girl in her arms.
At the mention of her name, Liz turned to look at Tonya.
"Please," she said, her once powerful voice weak and raspy, "just don't hit
me any more."


End of Part 3




Return to the Valley   Part 4



It was two days later before Tonya heard any more news concerning the
discovery of Liz Morning in Adoption.
Two days during which she, and all the other employees who had by now found
out, wondered if the Kennel was going to be around much longer.
A well know actress had been kidnapped, tortured, and dumped on them. Surely
the police would be flooding the building any minute, on the lookout for any
other unwilling captives.
But there was no news from the outside, and that worried Tonya.  Nothing was
said on the TV news channels about it, and Tonya wondered if Jane Carey's
police contacts were really that good.
As she took care of her other charges, she wondered if this would be the
last time she would see any of them. At least, she thought, the Pets were
unaware of the drama being played out around them.
Tonya kept thinking back to the day of the discovery.
Dr. Carey had immediately ordered that the girl they knew as "Jane" be taken
to one of the medical examining rooms and released of all her bondage.
While the abused actress was being treated for her injuries by the medical
staff, the doctor got on the phone to her personal contact on the New York
Police Department to report what she had found.  Tonya, meanwhile, found
herself baby sitting the young actress, talking her through everything that
was going on and generally keeping her calm until someone gave her a
sedative. Then the doctor ordered Tonya out and back to her regular duties.
All she knew from that point on was that someone came and collected the now
unconscious girl and took her to a hospital.
The few times she had managed to get Dr. Carey alone, Tonya had been
unsuccessful in finding out any more.
But now it seemed that might change.
It was early in the morning and Tonya was still asleep in the dorm room,
when she was woken by someone shaking her shoulder.
She saw through bleary eyes that it was Jenny, the B shift night supervisor.
"You awake yet?"  Jenny whispered.
"Yeah, what's up?"
"You're wanted in Dr. Carey's office. Right now."
"Oh."  was all Tonya's still sleepy mind could muster.
Jenny left to head back to her post while Tonya pulled herself together and
slipped off the bunk.
She glanced around the dimly lit room at the other sleeping forms, glad that
no one else had woken up. The last thing she wanted was questions she
couldn't answer, and reached for her tunic.
She slept without it, as did all the girls, by order of Dr. Carey. All
anyone was allowed to wear to bed was their harness, something that couldn't
be taken off anyway. There weren't even any sheets for the beds, all were
covered in a very soft sheepskin that was very comfortable to lie on. The
room itself kept warm so that blankets were unnecessary.
Stretching, Tonya donned her tunic and shoes and made her way up to her
boss's office.
When she got there she found a lot more people than she had bargained for
and was immediately self-conscious about her attire. While from the waist up
she was reasonably decent, from the waist down the tunic was barely long
enough to cover the chastity plate that was locked on her. It wouldn't have
been so bad if she had been able to recognize everyone there, but there were
several people she had never seen before.
She stood in the doorway uncertain as to what to do until Jane Carey waved
her in and pointed at the pad beside the desk.
Conscious of all the eyes in the room upon her, Tonya quickly walked in and
took her place on her knees at Jane's side.
"Face the room, dear."  was her boss's first words to her.
"Yes, Ma'am."  Tonya replied, and did as she asked, knowing that the metal
plate covering her crotch would now be visible to everyone in the room. Jane
Carey's "Dear", was a signal to her to be on her guard and to obey without
question.
A half a dozen people sat around the office in chairs that Tonya knew had to
be brought in.  She recognized two of the men and one of the women, but the
other two men and one woman were definitely unfamiliar to her.  The woman
she knew was Miranda White, the Kennel's Deputy Director, the two men she
recognized she didn't know by name but knew that they were board members of
whatever organization owned the Kennel. For them to be here meant that this
was a very high level meeting indeed.
Jane introduced the others to Tonya. One of the men was Lieutenant Wood,
NYPD. The doctor's police contact.  The man and woman were introduced simply
as  Alvarez and Stabler. They were the FBI agents who had been running the
Liz Morning Kidnapping.  Neither of them looked very comfortable, they both
kept trying to avert their eyes from Tonya's rather exposed position.
Tonya glanced up at Jane and saw that her face was set in a very familiar
'I'm not going to take any shit' expression.  It was aimed at the FBI
agents, Tonya was glad to see.
The others in the room seemed quite comfortable with Tonya's position,
including the NYPD cop who stared at her with open admiration.
It was one of the FBI people that broke the silence.
"I think first, before we get any farther, I should pass on our thanks to
you for rescuing Liz Morning." Stabler, the male FBI agent said to Tonya.
"If you hadn't insisted that your boss take a closer look, we understand it
may have been weeks before she was discovered."
Not knowing how she was to respond, Tonya glanced up again at Jane Carey.
"You may speak."  Dr. Carey told her.
"Thank you, Ma'am." Tonya replied, than to Stabler she said thank you again.
Stabler, now that he was talking, seemed to relax a little, but Alvarez had
now settled into staring at Tonya as if she was something she had found
under her shoe.  Tonya found it extremely unsettling.
"But now we need your help again."  Stabler continued. "What do you know
about Hiro Atamo?"
"Nothing, Sir.  I am not familiar with the name."  replied Tonya.
Stabler nodded. "I wouldn't expect you to have heard of him."
Tonya looked about the room, hoping to get a little reassurance from the
people she knew, but all were either watching the two FBI cops, or each
other.  There was no missing the tension in the air, however. Tonya had a
feeling that before she had come in there had been a big argument among
these people.
Stabler nodded for a moment before continuing. "Hiro Atamo is a Japanese
national, the head of a large electronics firm in Japan that supplies basic
electronic components to manufacturers both there and abroad.  We've been
investigating him for the last year, but because he has never set foot in
the country we have not been able to approach him directly."
"Why are you investigating him, sir?"  Tonya asked as Stabler paused.
"Well. Like I said, Atamo has never set foot in the USA, even though he
spends about half his time over here grooming his clientele, boosting his
business.  He owns a large, ocean going yacht, which he keeps moored over
here. When he wants to come over, he has the yacht sail out into
International waters and he flies out to meet it on a private flying boat.
It isn't so far off shore that he can't do business from the yacht as easily
as he could in an office on dry ground.
But over the past year we began noticing a pattern, a rather disturbing
pattern.
My current case load consists of eight Kidnappings, scattered around the
country, all on or near the coasts.
At about the same time as each Kidnapping, Atamo's boat, the 'Leta' was
anchored offshore in the same area.
Up until now, this was just circumstantial, nothing we could take to a Judge
to allow us to board and inspect that boat in International waters. It
wasn't even anything we could take to our superiors until the coincidences
began to mount up."  He glanced back at his partner, who nodded with a
reluctant look on her face.
Tonya waited, not quite sure what this had to do with her yet.
"As we investigated, we discovered that Hiro Atamo has this appetite
for...well...submissive women.  Sources tell us he always has a few around
him and that they are more like slaves than companions. Heavily involved in
the BDSM community in Japan, he seems to want acceptance here in the states
among the same type of people."  Stabler paused again, his face turning red,
his eyes darting over everyone in the room but the law enforcement
personnel.
"Anyway.  A month ago we got wind of a party he was holding on his yacht, a
party specifically for...well, your kind of people.  We got a couple of
agents to go in posing as a couple, with hopes that they could scout out the
boat and maybe get us a lead as to whether we were chasing the wind or not.
We haven't heard back from them, and we can't do anything about it until the
yacht reenters American waters, which it hasn't done."
"May I ask, Sir, what this has to do with me?"  Tonya asked.
Stabler paused, as if deciding what to tell her.  "Four days ago, a ransom
was paid by Liz Morning's family for her safe return.  We expected the pick
up of the money and the return of the victim to follow a pattern set up by
four previous Kidnappings. True to form, the money was picked up without us
being able to get a track on the mule, and a message sent to the family
saying that the victim was being sent somewhere she would be discovered.
Your paperwork states that a man named Mike Smith signed Liz Morning in
here. He doesn't exist, not under that name. But a man fitting his
description works for an American electronics firm we know to be owned by
Atamo.  It's another coincidence we can't ignore.
"We know there is going to be another party tonight, and because of the
connection between Atamo and the actress, we have clearance to try again to
get someone aboard to look for our agents and possibly get some dirt on
Atamo.
The problem is, we need someone who can pass for one of their own, we don't
have time to train an agent to do this.
We need you."
Tonya blinked in surprise. "You want me to go see this guy, Sir?"
"Not exactly.  You'll be in the company  of someone Atamo already knows, a
Mr. David Hull.  Your...boss...here told me that it was Hull who sponsored
Mike Smith's initial application here. We'll be calling on him as soon as we
leave here to make sure he still has an invitation to the party.  You will
be his companion for the day. Together you should blend right in, especially
since you are essentially part of the group anyway."
Tonya looked stunned.
"You don't have to do this you know."  Jane said to her.
"Unfortunately, that may result in our possibly mishandling the media clamp
down we have on this case."  Alvarez said, speaking for the first time since
Tonya came into the room.
"Right now no one, not even Liz Morning herself knows where she was found.
But if we have to scramble to find someone else to go in at the last minute,
who knows what details may slip through our fingers and cause you a public
embarrassment."
"There's no call for that."  said one of the board members.
Tonya silently agreed, but there was no mistaking the message they were
sending. Cooperate, or the Kennel is history.  No wonder everyone was so
tense.
Tonya hung her head in thought, aware that everyone was now focusing on her.
She would have loved to have been watching when this plan had been first
revealed to the others before she came in. She had no doubt that her boss
had made clear what she thought of being manipulated like that.
"We need an answer now."  Stabler said.
Tonya looked up at Jane for a moment.
"Alright."
Twenty minutes later Tonya was once again in street clothes and sitting in
the back seat of the agent's car. She rubbed her wrist, free of it's wrist
band for the first time in a couple of years. It felt very strange.
Tonya was a little unprepared for all the rushing around, but she gathered
that time was a critical factor as far as joining the party was concerned.
Atamo's get together was supposed to be a daytime affair.  Ending in the
early evening so that there would be time to fly all his guests back from
his yacht.
Through the ride across town to David Hull's apartment, Alvarez kept looking
back over her shoulder at Tonya in the back seat. Tonya wondered what she
was thinking.
They arrived at the apartment building and the agent's Government
credentials got them past the doorman and into the apartment without too
much fuss.
David was someone Tonya already knew. Not from the Kennel, but from before.
He had been friends with the man who had fancied himself her 'Master' until
she found out how he liked to show his affection for her with a baseball
bat.
The David she knew then had seemed harmless enough, she hoped he hadn't
changed.
Looking at him now, it seemed he hadn't changed much. He was a little older,
a little heavier, but still wore that faintly surprised expression that
seemed a permanent part of his face.
He was certainly surprised to see FBI agents in his home, and was hardly
able to say hello to Tonya before Stabler went through his routine again.
After telling David all he had told Tonya earlier, Stabler finished it off
with a different threat if David decided not to cooperate.
"We can get a pretty good charge of accessory to kidnapping pinned on you."
Stabler said. "After all it was with your help that Atamo was able to
utilize your little club in the first place."
David nodded, his face dark. "All right. You don't have to join all the
dots. I'll do it."
"Good!"  And for the first time, Stabler smiled.




End of Part 4




Return to the Valley   Part 5


"Well!"  was all David Hull had to say once the FBI agents had left.
Tonya stood still, not knowing what to do next.
"So,"  said David, looking over at her. His normal expression of surprise
mixed with one of concern. "How are you doing through all this?"
"I'm fine, Sir."  Tonya was aware that even though she knew him personally,
David was still an occasional client of the Kennel, but Tonya wondered for
how long.  She was sure that her boss wouldn't think highly of someone who
was even vaguely connected with Kidnappers. But, Tonya was duty bound to
show him respect.
David said nothing, his head filled with what the FBI agents had been
telling him for the last hour. Instead he looked at his watch.  After a
moments contemplation he pulled himself together.
"Look. We don't have much time to meet our ride out to Hiro's boat, so lets
save the chat for the trip.  I want you to go and start getting ready. You
can use the master bathroom to take a quick shower and there is make up on
the dresser in my bedroom. Make yourself up as you normally would, but go a
lot heavier on the eye shadow. I want something like Elizabeth Taylor in
"Cleopatra". Understand?"
"Yes Sir."  Tonya was surprised that David seemed this organized. It was a
step up from when she last knew him.
"I'll be up soon, I have to make a phone call and disappoint someone."
With a dismissive gesture, Hull turned his back on her and went into a room.
Shrugging to herself, Tonya headed to the bathroom.
After a good shower, Tonya stepped into David's bedroom dressed only in a
towel.  David was there laying out something golden on the bed.
"I had to call the woman I was taking to this party."  he told her. "She
wasn't thrilled, and to be honest neither am I."
"I'm not exactly excited about it either, Sir."  Tonya replied.
David nodded.  "Well, at least there will be no problems with the costume.
Once you're done with your face you will find some gold nail polish in front
of you. Do your nails, hands and feet.
"Yes Sir."
David changed into a tux and paced behind her, unwilling to be drawn into
conversation, so Tonya finished making herself up in silence, doing her
nails last as instructed.
When done, David had her drop her towel and Tonya spent an embarrassing five
minutes standing nude under David's gaze. Not that he had never seen her
nude before, but it had been a long time ago.
"Eddie was such an ass, don't you think?"  he said, smiling.
Eddie was the name of her prior Master. The man that thought that bruises
were the perfect way to compliment her skin.  It was obvious to her that
David thought she looked a lot better now. She smiled and blushed a little
further.
"There is a car coming shortly, we should get you into costume." he said,
walking toward her.  He stepped behind her and pulled her wrists behind her
back.
"I want to make sure you know what you're getting into here."  he whispered
into her ear. "This is a serious man we are going to see, and one of the
things he is serious about is his bondage kink.  We are supposed to be a
couple that is heavily into the lifestyle, which means when he looks at us
he is going to expect to see domination in my eyes and submission in yours.
Any sign that you aren't totally devoted to serving me might net us the same
treatment as those two agents those idiots sent in before us.  Understand?"
Tonya nodded, a little afraid and yet, excited by David's closeness.  She
knew she was reacting to his 'Dominant Male' act. It wouldn't be hard to
fake this relationship.
David took a length of cord from his pocket and bound her wrists behind her.
"From now on, you're mine. I don't want anyone to think otherwise, not even
the driver of the car that's coming for us."
"Yes...Master."  whispered Tonya.
He let go of her and went and lifted the outfit she was to wear off the bed,
it shimmered in his hands. The gold fabric seemed to glow and Tonya thought
it was beautiful.
"Stand still."  he said, walking toward her.
In his hands he held two golden broaches, about three inches across. The
broaches were attached to the gold silk of the outfit.
When he stopped in front of her she saw that the back sides of the broaches
were hollow, and it was only a second before they were applied that Tonya
realized why. Each broach had a built in nipple clip, the handles of which
were built in to the design of the broach.  David placed them both over her
erect nipples and let go.
The pain was sharp, but not as bad as she had feared. She quickly got used
to it and soon it became nothing more than an uncomfortable throb that
echoed with something else in her groin. She took the clips without making a
sound, wondering how long they would be on her. Now she knew why David had
bound her hands first, the temptation to reach up and take the clips off was
strong.
David smiled.  "Good girl." he said.
The material of her outfit hung loose from her breasts, and David stepped
behind her once more.  Taking two golden cords that issued from the sides of
the material, he pulled them back around her and tied them with one knot in
the small of her back, then he bound her wrists with the remainder.
Finished, he undid the first cord that had tied her wrists and cast it
aside. Now Tonya's wrists were bound behind her with the same cord that held
her outfit on.
Tonya looked down to see what she wore.
It was very simple, nothing more than a section of gold silk, connected to
her at the top via the broaches that covered her nipples completely, and
held around her hips by the cord.  In front the silk fell to about
mid-thigh, hiding everything below her breasts, but in back the sides of the
material didn't quite meet, exposing her ass as well as her entire back.
"Is this all, Sir?"  she asked nervously.
"Not quite."
He went back to the bed and returned with gold collar and chain which he
fastened around her neck, then he retrieved a tiara that he placed on her
head before stepping back.
"You look wonderful" he told her honestly.
Tonya smiled, and hoped that at least it would be warm where they were
going.
Covered in a long coat, Tonya was taken downstairs and onto the street where
a limo was waiting for them.  Tonya hoped, as she slipped into the car, that
no one noticed that she was bare foot.
Inside the vehicle, David ordered her to kneel on the floor and removed her
coat. It wasn't needed any more.
As the car began to move, David leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "We
have to play for the driver."  He then sat back and undid his fly.
Not knowing if he was telling the truth or not, but resolving to find out,
Tonya did the only thing she could and took him into her mouth. As she
worked on him she was very aware of how completely uncovered she was from
the waist down and she hoped the driver kept his eyes on the road, rather
than on her upturned rear end.
David kept her in his lap until they stopped, then released her and got her
out of the car.
She stood, dressed only in her silk outfit, on a dock next to the river. The
sun was low in the sky, it was still morning, and a breeze gave her a chill
in her near nudity.
Sitting next to the dock was a large flying boat, it's huge wing casting a
dark shadow over the floating dock. Several people were already getting on
board and others were arriving in limos similar to theirs.  David took the
chain that hung from her collar and guided her toward the plane.
A man in a tux stopped them at the gangway and David handed him a small
card, the invitation.  The man looked Tonya over, making her blush. She did
her best to keep her eyes down.
"Beautiful."  was all he said.
David nodded and led Tonya on board.
Inside, the plane was very nicely done up. Gone were the rows of seats that
Tonya had expected, instead several plush armchairs were scattered around
the cabin.  Most were filled with men and a couple of women, while others,
obviously submissives, sat or knelt at their feet.
A young oriental woman dressed in a translucent silk kimono, stepped up and
showed them to their seat.  The kimono didn't hide the fact that the girl
was naked underneath it, but obscured enough to only hint at the girl's true
beauty.
Tonya noticed that the woman's hair was done in a perfect Geisha style, not
a hair out of place.
David was directed to a seat toward the front of the plane, and he motioned
for Tonya to kneel at his side.
The Geisha knelt next to Tonya and, to the bound girl's surprise, pulled a
strap out of the floor next to her.
"Please slide to your left." The girl asked Tonya in a heavy Japanese
accent.  Tonya looked up at David, who nodded, so she did as she was asked.
The strap was passed around her waist and plugged into a slot in the floor.
She was now locked to the floor in a kind of seat belt.
David smiled at her and did his own more conventional seat belt.
Conversation among the passengers was drowned out by the engines starting
and soon the plane began moving.  Without any ceremony it was soon in the
air and the Geisha began serving drinks.
A breakfast buffet of sorts was also laid out, and the smells reminded Tonya
that she hadn't eaten since the night before.
She told David this, so he went and gathered a small plate of food which he
spent the flight feeding to her by hand.  At no time did he consider freeing
her hands so she could feed herself.
As she ate, Tonya tried to look at the other submissives in the cabin, but
her view was blocked by David's chair.  The only one she could see clearly
was directly behind her, and it had to be the strangest person she had ever
seen.
The submissive was a woman, and she lay curled beside her Master's chair
apparently fast asleep.  It looked like she was completely naked, although
it was hard to tell.  Her body was covered in a design that made it look
just like the body of an orange tabby cat, complete with white socks and
black button nose. Her hair had been shaved and the design also covered
every inch of skin on her head.  Her face was hidden behind the face of a
cat that had been applied to her skin with extreme care. Her only visible
accouterment was a big black collar around her neck. It had a bell on it and
a name tag that Tonya couldn't read.
David noticed Tonya staring and leaned forward so that she could here him
without his having to raise his voice.
"It's not paint.  It's a tattoo."
For the rest of the flight Tonya wondered how someone could do that to
themselves.
The food and drink were cleared away by the time the plane landed, and the
movement of the floor told Tonya that they were now out on the open ocean.
Getting to the yacht meant using a small boat as a ferry from the plane.
Without her hands, Tonya was forced to rely on the help of others to get
about. Stepping into the boat, she was surprised by the young Japanese boy
that was evidently the boat's pilot, he rubbed her bare butt with his hand
and gave her a big smile.
A tug on her chain reminded the surprised girl that she was blocking the
exit.  She took her seat next to David and watched as the feline form of the
Catgirl crawled on all fours into the boat.  Tonya admired how graceful she
was, and now that she was moving Tonya could see that she was in fact
totally naked. The tattoo covered everything.
The boat headed toward the yacht and Tonya turned her attention toward it.
It was huge, at least three stories high and very long.
She thought it looked more like miniature cruise ship than a private yacht.
It towered above the small boat as it pulled along side.
Again she was helped out of the boat, complete with wandering hands, and
stood finally where no FBI agent could as yet legally go, on the deck of
Hiro Atamo's sea going home, the 'Leta'.
The group was led into a large salon filled with people in formal dress and
other kinds of outfits. Tonya hardly saw any of that though. Her gaze had
been instantly drawn to a woman kneeling next to an older man just to one
side of the doorway.  The woman, obviously the submissive of the couple, was
dressed in a leopard skin bikini of sorts. That is the top passed under her
breasts, exposing her ringed nipples to which a large chain had been
attached.  Because the chain didn't pull down on the woman's breasts, Tonya
assumed that it was made out of aluminum and was merely for show.
The bikini bottom was actually a loin cloth that was barely big enough to do
it's job, and like Tonya there was nothing at all covering her rear.
The woman's hands were cuffed in front of her and connected to the chain
attached to her nipples. A simple piece of leopard skin was tied around her
head, cleave gagging her.
This did nothing to hide her identity though. Tonya recognized her at once
for she had looked after this woman many times at the Kennel.
It was Maria.




End of Part 5




Return to the Valley   Part 6




"Joe!  Glad to see you!"  David Hull called out.
Tonya looked up to see who he was talking to. It turned out to be the gray
haired man with Maria.
Pulling on her leash, David guided Tonya over and the two men started
talking like long lost friends. While they did, Tonya knelt beside David and
the two women took stock of each other.
Tonya offered Maria a smile but said nothing, she wasn't sure if she was
allowed to talk, but didn't want to take the chance.  She wondered if Maria
recognized her, but doubted it.  A kenneled Pet never got to see their
keepers, but they might recognize voices.
Meanwhile Maria wondered who this girl was. She knew David, off course.  He
had been by her Master's place a number of times, but never with this girl.
But then, the man rarely showed up with the same girl twice in a row.
Her thoughts were interrupted by David reaching down and brushing the gag
she wore.
"Still having problems, Joe?"  David asked her Master.
"No. She has pretty much learned when it is appropriate to open her mouth."
replied Joseph Booth.  "But I do like to look at her like this." he
continued with a smile.
The men both looked at Maria for a moment, making her blush.
"May I compliment you on your companion."  Joseph said, indicating Tonya.
"Why thank you, Joe.  She does polish up nice, doesn't she?"
Tonya would have kicked him if she could.
"Always the one with the understatement, David.  She is positively
beautiful.  Maybe we can get together after lunch for a little fun."
"Sure, Joe. Anything for you, but we had better mingle."
David was just starting to move away when a voice from behind made the group
turn.
"Welcome, Mr. Booth, Mr. Hull.  You honor me by being here."
The speaker was evidently their host, Tonya thought.  Hiro Atamo himself.
But he wasn't what she was expecting at all.
She had, up to now, though of him as being some short, old, Japanese
gentleman, like something out of the "Karate Kid".
Instead Hiro Atamo was tall, at least for a Japanese, at almost six foot.
He also must have had some Caucasian blood in him for his face bore little
of his oriental birthright.
He looked to be in his thirty's, and both Tonya and Maria thought him quite
handsome. Off course, they did nothing more than take a quick glimpse,
before casting their eyes downward again.
"Well, thanks for the invite, Hiro."  David answered back with a smile.
"Yes, thank you, Mr. Atamo."  Joseph added.
Atamo smiled at them, until he noticed that David didn't have a glass in his
hand.
"Not drinking, Mr. Hull?"  Atamo asked. His voice had that oriental cadence,
but otherwise was free of any accent.
"Not offered, Mr. Atamo." David replied.
A scowl crossed Atamo's face.  "Kina!"  He yelled, making a few of the
surrounding people look around.
A few seconds later a Geisha, dressed exactly like the one on the plane,
including the same hairstyle, rushed to Atamo's side and knelt, placing her
head on the floor.
"Kina, why has this gentleman not been given something to drink?"  Atamo
said sharply.
The girl looked a little lost, and admitted that she didn't know.
"I will not have you embarrassing me like this in front of my guests."
Atamo shouted. Now the whole Salon went silent.
"I'm sorry, Master Atamo."  wailed Kina, "I will serve him myself right
now!"
"Stand up!"
Kina stood up, her head hung in shame.  Atamo gripped the sides of her
kimono, and ripped the shimmering, translucent material from her shoulders.
He continued to rip until the kimono lay in tatters on the floor around the
now naked girl.
"You will remain like this for the rest of the cruise, now go fetch Mr. Hull
his drink!"
Kina gave a short bow, and hurried off. She knew she was now the low slave
on the boat. Not allowed to clothe herself she had lost privileges and
status among her sisters.  It was doubtful she would be doing much above
decks again.
"My apologies, Mr. Hull."  offered Atamo with a bow.
"Accepted." was David's only reply.
Conversation in the Salon picked up again, now that the show was over.
Hiro Atamo stood for a moment looking at the women kneeling at David and
Joseph's feet.
"Very beautiful."  he said warmly.  "Are they named?"
Joseph gestured for David to go first.
"This is Tonya, I picked her up just recently."  David said.
Tonya felt a hand at her chin and her head was tipped back so she could look
directly into Atamo's eyes.  In her mind she could see the injuries
inflicted on Liz Morning, possibly because of this man. Injuries that would
definitely mean that the popular actress wouldn't be doing any more of the
swim suit shots she was famous for.  Tonya had to work hard to keep the hate
and fear out of her eyes, instead she looked away, focusing on his lapel.
"Stand please, girl."  Atamo ordered.
Tonya resisted the urge to look over at David, not knowing how Atamo would
take it. Instead she stood up, mindful of how Atamo treats his own women.
"Ingenious."  was Hiro Atamo's comment about Tonya's outfit.
Tonya obediently turned when directed so that Atamo got a good view of her
body.  "May I?"  he asked David, who nodded.
Atamo immediately grabbed Tonya's hair and bent her forward, the front of
her outfit now hung from her waist, and her breasts pulled on the nipple
clips.
Tonya held her breath as she felt fingers rubbing her hairless groin. One
finger found her slit, and dipped briefly into it, it's passage greased by
the wetness produced by the stimulation of the nipple clips.
There was a quick probe at her anus, but no penetration, before she was
stood upright again and allowed to kneel.
Atamo casually placed the hand he had used on her in front of her face, one
finger wet with her own juices.  Tonya did what was expected of her, and
sucked it clean.  It was all she could do not to bite it off.
"A very beautiful, and excited young woman."  laughed Atamo. The other men
laughed too.
Atamo then did the same to Maria, getting permission from Joseph to do so.
Maria, not knowing anything about kidnapped girls, thought nothing of the
exam.  In her time with Joseph Booth, she had been examined many times by
many men and women. Unlike her private life with Alan, life with Joseph
offered her little privacy.  Her body was as familiar to many of New York's
BDSM community as was the Statue of Liberty.  The only reason she was
willing to bare it however, was that while many could touch, none could use.
Joseph had never allowed her to be used for sexual purposes by anyone other
than himself, despite the many offers he had gotten.
Atamo finished, noting again with satisfaction how easy it was to sexually
stimulate a woman. He often wondered what women could resist his charms once
bound and stripped of dignity.
He was about to offer his wet finger to Maria, but remembering that she was
gagged, instead extended it to Tonya.  He noticed that Tonya didn't hesitate
to take his finger with the other girl's sexual juices on it into her mouth.
He was satisfied. Neither of these women were plants. Their submissiveness
was clear and beyond question.
Ever since he had discovered the fake "Master and Slave" aboard his boat a
little while ago, Atamo had been edgy that his enemies would try again. This
was why he personally tested each new submissive that came aboard.
Well, he thought, at least now the fakes were finding out first hand the
realities of what they pretended to be.
He continued to offer small talk to the two men, especially Joseph whom he
was meeting for the first time,  before bowing and moving on to another
couple. Another new submissive to check.  As he moved away he took one last
look at the two kneeling women and sighed. He knew he would have to see them
again.
Joseph watched as Atamo moved away while David looked around for another
Geisha.  He wasn't sure what it was, but he found Atamo unsettling.
"Say, Joe.  Would you mind?  I have to find the bar."  David held up Tonya's
gold chain and Joseph took it. David patted Tonya's head and disappeared
into the crowd.
The people coming in and out of the door next to him were starting to bother
him, so he moved a little way along the wall until he came to an empty seat.
Maria followed him on her hands and knees, as she had been taught to. She
had no leash.  Tonya debated whether to get up, but decided to remain on her
knees too, although she was very conscious as to how open it left her
regarding her outfit.  Unable to use her hands, she shuffled forward as best
she could, pulled by the chain at her neck.
Once seated, Joseph had the two girls kneel together at his side and
signaled to a passing Geisha.  He was surprised to see that this girl wasn't
Japanese.  Either American or European, he wouldn't be able to tell unless
she spoke, but definitely not oriental. He ordered a large glass of water
and a refill for himself, the Geisha bowed and scurried off.
Joseph bent low and undid Maria's gag.
"What do you think of the party so far?"  he asked her.
"Fascinating," replied Maria, "I only wish we hadn't had to get up so
early!"
Joseph laughed, Maria smiled, and Tonya gave them both a second look which
must have telegraphed on her face.
"It seems our new friend is a little shocked by your lack of manners."
Joseph said smiling.
Maria smiled, but said nothing.
"Tell me my dear,"  said Joseph to Tonya, "what do you think of the party?"
Tonya hesitated, not knowing if she was permitted to speak to this man or
not. But then, she hadn't been told that she couldn't speak to anyone.
"I don't know, Sir. I haven't really seen any of it yet."
Joseph's smile deepened, and Tonya relaxed a little.
"An honest answer. I like that."  he said.
The Geisha showed up with his order and he passed the glass of water down to
Maria, who took it in her cuffed hands.
"Go ahead and share that."  Joseph instructed. "You will have to help Tonya
drink, Maria, and I will let the two of you talk quietly together."
"Thank you."  Maria said, and helped Tonya take a sip from the glass.
"Your voice sounds familiar,"  Maria said quietly while Joseph turned his
attention to the other party go-ers.
Tonya waited until the glass was taken away before replying.
She had debated whether or not to reveal her identity to Maria. She was
worried that a having a connection to the Kennel might reawaken Atamo's
suspicions. But she figured that Maria would work it out for herself anyway.
An admission now would allow her to do a little damage control.
"It should, you've been hearing it for a couple of years now."
Maria frowned.  She knew the voice was very familiar, but couldn't think
where she had heard it before. Then she connected it with the name.  "Tonya?
 From the Kennel?"
Tonya smiled and began to laugh, and Maria joined in.
Soon the two of them were hugging as best they could, tears running down
their eyes from laughter as they acknowledged how close they actually were.
Joseph turned to the two women at his feet and was about to tell them to be
quiet, when he saw how excited Maria was.
Evidently she had just been told something that made her very happy, and
that gave him pause.  He knew all about her loss, how her previous Master
had been shot and killed by a police officer, and had done his best to help
her through it. A member of the community was a psychiatrist who was happy
to help Joseph out with grief counseling for Maria. Yet it was rare when he
heard true laughter coming from her, rare enough that he was loath to stop
it.
So he watched as the two young women whispered quietly together, and smiled.
He was glad for something to smile about. Up until now he had been wondering
what he was doing here. His invitation was through a friend who couldn't
make it himself, and at first Joseph Booth couldn't decide whether he wanted
to go or not.
It was only because he thought that Maria might enjoy a some time away from
the city that he finally agreed.
Now that he was here, he wondered what was unsettling him.
It couldn't be the motion of the boat. As a former navy officer he was well
used to movement of the water. In fact, he considered that he might be one
of the few people in the room right now that was aware that they were now
underway.
The 'Leta' had to have been fitted with the very latest in anti roll
technology, but if you knew what to look for you could still feel the change
in motion. He put down his drink and watched the ripples, a tell tale sign
that the engines were running.  It would take a bigger boat than this to
dampen that out.
It wasn't the guests either. Apart from the submissives this party was
somewhat restrained as far as other BDSM get togethers he had attended.
Atamo's invitation was very firm in saying that all Dominants were to be in
formal dress.  The submissives could be clothed any way they wished, but
overt nudity was to be kept to a minimum. As far as Joseph could see, the
only nude person in the room right now was Kina.  He didn't really count
Sabian, the Catgirl.  The rest of the submissives were either completely
covered in erotic clothing, such as leather, rubber and latex. Or, were
scantily dressed in various styles like Tonya and Maria.  In fact, Maria
seemed to be the least dressed among them, although Tonya's outfit was a
close second.
He looked down to see that the girls had finished the water, so he took the
glass away from them and withdrew his permission for them to speak. They
knelt, side by side quietly, while he continued to look around the room.
Every so often he would glance down at them, and it began to occur to him
that if you ignored their faces, Tonya and Maria were much alike in their
general build.
He was musing this when the party go-ers began moving forward.  Puzzled,
Joseph waited until he saw David, who was pushing against the tide of people
to get to them.
"What's happening?"  Joseph asked.
"It's Atamo. He's on the case of that girl again. It seems he's going to
make an example of her."  replied David, who took Tonya's chain back.
Without a word he urged Tonya to her feet and retreated back the way he had
come, following the few people that were left in the Salon.
With a shrug, Joseph urged Maria to her feet and they followed.
People were crowding the forward decks, leaving just a small clear spot
right at the bow.
Joseph found a place he could watch from, and helped Maria squeeze in so she
could look too, he had by this time lost track of David and Tonya.
He wrapped his arms around Maria and let his left thumb play with one of her
nipples, this generated a soft sigh from the girl.
At the bow, stood Atamo, one of his sailors, and Kina.  The girl was now not
only naked, but also hairless. Joseph realized that the elaborate Geisha
hairdo was only a wig. Kina was bald.
Atamo was shouting in Japanese at her, so no one really knew what the
trouble was. But a few guests who had seen him do this before told others
that it was worth watching, so the crowd stayed.
The sailor took the girl and fastened big leather cuffs to her wrists and
ankles, then connected ropes that were laying nearby to each cuff.
He took his station next to a spar that projected forward from the deck over
the water.
During this, Atamo never let up. The crowd knew he was finished when he made
a dismissive gesture toward the girl, turned around and stormed off.
Kina immediately began calling out to him, begging.
The sailor began hauling on some rope. Once you knew it was there you could
see that the rope passed through several winches fastened to the forward
leaning spar, and then directly to the naked girl.
The now screaming girl was dragged off her feet toward the bow, she had
nothing to grab hold off, the bow railing having been removed for this
event, and was very soon dragged off the deck entirely and hung suspended
over the water in front of the speeding ship.
The sailor carefully lowered the girl to just above the water line and then
tied off the ropes to her arms. Then he hauled some more on the ropes
attached to her ankles until she was face down over the water, her legs
spread on either side of the prow.  The sailor tied off the ropes, replaced
the bow railing, and then left her there.
This was the signal to the crowd. They surged forward for a better look.
Kina was held tightly in a spread eagle over the water. As the 'Leta' plowed
through the waves, a cold spray would engulf the frightened girl, making her
wail.
Many of the guests with weaker stomachs left as soon as they fully realized
what the girl would be going through, while others stayed to watch and hear
her scream.
Joseph led Maria back into the Salon, disgusted with the display, and there
they remained until lunch was called.


End of Part 6




Return to the Valley    Part 7



David Hull stood at the stern of the 'Leta', looking out at the ship's wake.
He and Tonya had just spent an unsuccessful half hour trying to get below
decks.  At each entrance there was someone to turn them, very politely,
away.  It was frustrating David because so far he hadn't seen anything he
could tell the FBI agents that were blackmailing him.
Tonya stood beside him, uncomfortable in the cold wind that blew right
through the almost nothing she was wearing.  She was also in pain from the
clamps that held tightly onto her nipples, and her arms were aching from
being held behind her back for so long.  It had been a long time since she
had last done any long term bondage.
"Sir?"  Tonya asked, hesitantly. It took her a couple of tries to get his
attention.
"Yes?"  David finally acknowledged her.
"Sir, is there any way you could take these clamps off me, its getting
pretty painful?"
David turned to look at her, and shook his head.  "Just a little longer.
After lunch I'll take them off you, but for right now you have to stay as
you are."
"But, could you at least untie my hands for a few minutes and let me work
the kinks out?"
"No.  Sorry. We can't take the chance that Hiro's people wouldn't notice.
We shouldn't even be having this conversation.  After lunch Hiro opens up a
set of cabins for the use of smaller groups. I've asked for one and there we
can do what we want. But until then you will have to wait."
Tonya sighed, but nodded her head. She expected as much, but the pain made
her ask anyway.
"Have you seen anything I may have missed?"  David asked her.  Both of them
had been shown pictures of the two missing agents, in case they were still
aboard the 'Leta'.
"Nothing.  It all seems like a big waste of time doesn't it, Sir."  Tonya
replied.
David turned back to look at the water, and they stood until a gong sounded
announcing lunch.
Lunch was served in a dining room one deck down from the Salon.  It was done
western style, that is with real tables and chairs.  There was enough room
at the tables for all the Dominants to sit. Where their submissives ate was
up to the Doms.
David had a seat reserved at the main table where Hiro Atamo sat, and he had
Tonya kneel by his side.  Most of the other submissives also knelt or sat
beside or behind their Doms, although there were a few exceptions.  Maria,
Tonya saw, sat on her Master's lap at another table, and the two of them
seemed to have fun with their food, each one feeding the other with their
fingers.   The Catgirl was in one corner, eating out of a dish, and in
another corner was a sub covered in black and red rubber who apparently was
eating from a tube that came out of a bag suspended over his head.  The tube
disappeared into the gas mask like helmet he wore. Tonya could only assume
that it ended in his mouth. That it WAS a guy was in no doubt. The only part
of him that wasn't covered was his erect penis, kept stiff by a ring around
it's base connected to a chain that ran all the way to his Master.  The
guy's rubber outfit was covered in straps that bound him tightly into a
ball, not giving him the slightest ability to resist being force fed. He was
not even able to relieve the tension in his very erect member. It bobbed
slightly in time with his heart beat, and looked like it would explode if
someone so much as breathed on it.
Tonya felt a little sorry for him, but she had seen worse.
Once everyone was seated, Atamo told everyone to start eating. He wasn't
going to stand on ceremony today. This pleased his guests who began sampling
the Japanese cuisine that had been placed in front of them.
David tucked into his food with a smile. Leery at first, he had come to like
Japanese cooking a lot since he met Atamo a couple of years back.
Tonya knelt and waited to be fed, but after a little time went by, it looked
like David had forgotten her, so she bumped his leg with her head.
David looked down with the faintly surprised expression he usually wore, and
then broke out in a big smile.
"Excuse me," he said to the table at large. Everyone, Atamo included,
stopped their conversations.  "Would anyone mind if my girl here did table
slave duties?"
Atamo smiled, as did most of the Dominants at the table.
"Not at all!" he said. "After all, she must eat too!"  He laughed and Tonya
once again had that sinking feeling.
David turned to her.  "Tonya, beginning with me, I want you to service
everyone seated here right now, and don't spill anything."
Carefully keeping her face composed, although she felt like hitting him,
Tonya nodded and crawled under the table.
Her nipples burning, her hands still bound behind her, Tonya fumbled with
David's fly with her mouth until his penis finally revealed itself. As she
sucked on it she was tempted to bite it off, especially when David began
making up dirty stories about her to tell the other guests.  She did use her
teeth once when he got a little too disgusting at one point, he got the
message and toned down the rest of the stories.
As she worked around the table, she kept asking herself what the hell she
was doing there. With thoughts of Stewart in her head, she kept going.

Maria, on the other hand was having fun. A little while ago she spotted
Tonya duck under the table, and while she couldn't see, she could well guess
what her friend was having for lunch.  Joseph held up his glass to her and
she took another sip of the strong whisky that he was drinking.  She knew
she was getting drunk, and vowed to take only small sips so she wouldn't be
too wasted.  Joseph, however was knocking them back.  Maria found it amazing
that he could drink so much and yet not feel the effects.  She had no idea
how he did it. Her face felt flushed but she kept on taking sips whenever
the glass was offered.
At one time she looked over at Tonya's table, and found their host staring
straight at her.  His eyes seemed to bore into her and it made her
uncomfortable. She lost a little bit of the glow the meal had given her.
Unable to break eye contact, she noticed that he was moving slightly in his
chair. She guessed, correctly, that Tonya had made her way around to him.

When Tonya finally crawled out from under the table, her stomach felt
slightly queasy. Not surprising considering she had just swallowed the
ejaculate of five men and most of the juices from the lone woman at the
table.  Her face was shiny and sticky.  She felt like shit.
David used a napkin to wipe her face.
"Mr. Hull."  Atamo said as people started to leave, the meal over. "I would
like to talk privately with you for a moment."
"Certainly.  I'll just leave Tonya with a friend."  David replied.
"No.  Bring her."
David shrugged. "Sure."  He picked up Tonya's leash and pulled her after him
as he followed Atamo from the room.
Atamo led them down a deck and into an office.
Even though he had been aboard the boat a number of times before, David had
never seen this room. He wondered what Atamo wanted. Could he be on to them?
Atamo gestured to a hook on the wall, and David tethered Tonya to it.  Then
the two men took seats at the desk while Tonya knelt once more on the floor.
"Mr. Hull. David."  Atamo smiled. "May I ask a personal question?"
Not knowing what Atamo was after, David said sure.
"Are you happy with your slave?"
Whatever David suspected of happening, this wasn't it.  "Er...sure, I
guess."  he replied.
"She is indeed beautiful."  Atamo stated with the air of an expert in such
matters.
On this David had to agree, she was definitely a damn sight more attractive
than when he had last known her. That idiot she had been hooked up with then
had really been starting to beat her toward the end.  It was a good thing
she had gotten out on her own, he had just been about to step in himself.
"Is your arrangement permanent, or is your commitment to each other on a
more casual level?"
Now David was warned. He felt he knew where this was going, having heard
about a few of Hiro Atamo's dealings in the past.  He glanced at Tonya who
knelt by the door, a puzzled look on her face.
It was then that he realized what he had to do.
"Tonya has pledged herself to me. She is as committed as I am to this
lifestyle."  he told his host.
This seemed to please Atamo.  "Does she have any ties to others?"
Now Tonya got it. Her eyebrows raised in surprise.
"No.  Just to me."  David answered.
Atamo nodded.
"I would like to see her. Now."
David nodded and got up.  "Stand." he ordered the kneeling girl.
Tonya stood and David reached for the two nipple clamps that had been on her
since the early hours of the morning, and released them both at once.  Tonya
almost bent double in pain, as the blood rushed back into her nipples.  It
wasn't the worst she had ever felt there, but it was bad enough. She wanted
desperately to reach around and rub her tortured breasts but her hands were
still bound behind her.
David stood back and waited until she had gained some control, and them had
her stand straight while he undid her wrists.  With an order to keep her
arms at her sides, he finally released her of her bondage and took away the
gold silk that was all she wore except for her collar and tiara. David took
them off too, leaving her with nothing.
Atamo stood and took a slow walk around Tonya, making her blush with his
scrutiny.  She wasn't used to being examined like this. The first time with
David had been one thing, but this, with a man she didn't know and maybe
hated was something else entirely.  She held her breath, not knowing what
else to do.
Atamo finally left her and sat back down.
"Girl,"  he addressed Tonya, "I would like to see you move around the room.
You may stretch and caress yourself as you like."
Tonya hesitated a beat, looking over at David, who nodded slightly.  She
started walking around the room, stiffly at first, but adjusting to a more
natural pace as she grew more comfortable. She took the opportunity to rub
her sore nipples and bend her stiff arms, ever conscious of how Atamo was
looking at her.
While she walked, Atamo started talking with David about other matters. They
discussed the state of American politics, the economy, how their various
fortunes were holding up.  Each time Tonya stole a glance, Atamo's eyes were
on her.
"Stop!"  Atamo said loudly.
Startled, Tonya stood stock still, maintaining the pose she had assumed.
Her heart began beating a mile a minute.
"Face me at attention." Atamo yelled.
She did so, dropping her hands to her sides and holding her head up.
"Kneel!"  was Atamo's next command.
She knelt, dropping to the floor quickly and silently.
Atamo smiled, making his face look much more oriental.  "I am pleased..."
David smiled.
"...and I would like to buy her."

In the cabin that David had reserved, Joseph and Maria waited.  Maria was
now naked except for a steel cuff around one ankle. A connecting chain led
to a strong floor ring by the door.  She was lying on the bed on her front,
while Joseph sat beside her, still dressed in his tux shirt and pants,
although he had taken his jacket off.
Maria was trying to keep still, hard to do, for her Master had a feather in
his hand and was using it on random parts of her body.
Joseph smiled as Maria wriggled and giggled. He loved to hear her laugh.
It had been a while now, but the message that was delivered to them shortly
after they got there just said to wait, so they did, each wondering where
David and Tonya had gone to.
When the door did open, Joseph and Maria were puzzled to see that it wasn't
who they were expecting. Instead it was the Geisha that Joseph had wondered
about earlier.  The one that wasn't Japanese.
"Please. Come with me."  the girl had a definite German accent.
"Where too?"  Joseph asked her.
"Please. Come with me."  the Geisha said again.
"Very well.  Maria, why don't you put on my jacket."  he said, reaching with
his keys for the lock at her ankle.
When both were ready, they followed the Geisha along some passages until
they cam to a closed door. The Geisha knocked and a voice said enter. She
opened the door and waved the couple in.
Inside, They found themselves in an office. Hiro Atamo seated at the desk.
"Thank you for coming, Mr. Booth."  Atamo said. "Please, have a seat."
"Thank you for having us aboard your yacht, Mr. Atamo."  replied Joseph as
he sat down.  He motioned to Maria who knelt at his side.  "It is a fine
vessel you have here."
"It serves me well."  Atamo answered, looking over at Maria.
Joseph nodded, not really liking this man.
"I would like to know,"  continued the oriental, "if your beautiful consort
here, serves you as well as this ship serves me?"
Joseph raised an eyebrow.  "Maria has given me the best of herself, I have
nothing to complain about."  he said guardedly.  Maria smiled up at him, but
he didn't notice. He didn't take his eyes off the man sitting across from
him.
"If you permit, I would like to see her. Now."  Atamo asked, somewhat
politely.
Joseph turned to Maria.  This was a request he was used to, for Maria did
turn heads where ever she was.
"Maria, why don't you drop the jacket and stand up for Mr. Atamo."
Not suspecting anything, Maria stood and let the jacket fall.  As she stood
nude before the men, she once again reflected on how her life had changed.
On how just a couple of years ago she would never have done anything like
this.
It always brought back memories of her time with Alan. As always she had to
choke back a tear.
Although Joseph and Maria were unaware of this, what followed was very much
a replay of what had happened in this room just a little while before. Atamo
got a good look at Maria, then had her move about the room while he watched
her, before stopping her and moving on to the reason for the meeting.
Joseph knew from experience what was about to come.
"I would like to buy her!"




End of Part 7



Return to the Valley    Part 8



It was the sound of something going "Pop!"  that woke Maria up.
She had been asleep only a little while it seemed, having got home with
Joseph somewhat late that evening.

After waiting an hour for the flying boat to arrive, Joseph and Maria had
been among the first to leave Hiro Atamo's party.  Joseph didn't want to
hang around any more, especially since he had refused Atamo's offer.  Joseph
didn't like the man,  and was glad for the opportunity to go.
Maria was somewhat flattered at Atamo's attention, but she too had been glad
to leave.  The more time they spent on the boat the worse Joseph's temper
got.  He wasn't a violent person, but his moods did put her on her guard.
The two of them spent the time they had left on board looking for David and
Tonya, but neither could be found, nor could any of Atamo's people tell them
where they were.  This worried Maria a little, but as David seemed to know
Atamo well, she figured that they were part of a more private party
somewhere.
Once back in the city, Joseph had Maria dress up and the two of them went
out to eat. By the end of the evening Joseph's mood had much improved and by
the time they went to bed he was back to his old self again.

But now something had woken her up.
Maria would have looked around, but it would have been pointless.  She was
sleeping blind, as she normally did, the leather harness on her head held on
the blindfold that prevented her from seeing anything.  She couldn't take it
off because her hands were cuffed behind her. Her ankles were also cuffed
together, separated by only three inches of chain. This was all normal, it
was how she had been put to bed since the first day Joseph brought her home.
She could hear though, and she could talk.  She cocked her head, but all was
silent.
No, not quite. Someone was moving around the room.
"Joseph?"  Maria said quietly.
There was movement at the cage door.  Maria slept in an ornate golden cage,
almost big enough to stretch out in,  in one corner of the master bedroom.
The cage was made out of steel, decorated in gold leaf, and looked somewhat
like an over sized bird cage. Maria always thought it rather beautiful. A
spotlight shone down on her from above, illuminating her naked body in a way
that always made Joseph hold his breath in admiration.  He never turned it
off, that way at any time of the night he could look over and see his
sleeping beauty.
That was why Maria wore the blindfold, so she could sleep too.
The cage door opened, the sound familiar to the nervous woman inside.
"Joseph?  Sir?"  she said once again.
She felt hands at her ankles, gloved hands. They gripped tightly and pulled
her hard. She began to scream, this was not right.
The hands got another grip on her waist and Maria began to twist around,
trying to break free. It was no use however, her sleeping bondage made it
easy for whoever was grabbing her to pull her out of the cage without too
much trouble.
Maria began calling out Joseph's name, convinced that whoever was doing this
to her wasn't him.
With a heavy thump her upper body exited the cage and fell the two feet to
the floor.  The wind knocked out of her, Maria didn't put up much resistance
as a rubber gag was shoved in her mouth and fastened behind her head.
She began screaming again, but this time hardly made a sound as the gag did
it's job well.
She twisted around as best she could, in an effort to break the hold on her
body, but a second pair of hands came to help the first and she was easily
rolled onto her front.
She heard the sound of tape being ripped from a roll, and her legs were
doubled up behind her.  Lifted up a little, they were bound tightly in
place, calves to thighs, her hands now touching her feet.  More tape, and
her arms were bound to her body.  This made it harder to move, but she still
tried.
One set of hands let her go, the other set able to hold her down without any
help, and a moment later Maria felt a sharp jab in her butt. Immediately she
began to feel drowsy, and all the strength in her body seemed to flow away.
She didn't loose consciousness though.
Once she had gone limp, the second set of hands let go of her and she heard
the two intruders messing around with something beside her.
She couldn't see this, but what they were doing was unfolding a large vinyl
bag of the sort used to transport basket balls and other sporting equipment.
Unfolded it was just big enough to transport a hog-tied woman.
They lifted her into it and zipped it up. It took a little jiggling before
the man that was to carry her felt comfortable with the strap over his
shoulder. When they were ready to go they left the way they came, through
the front door with the easily picked lock.  They didn't look at the figure
in the bed, a pool of blood now growing on the floor under a dangling hand.
Maria fell back to sleep on the ride down in the elevator.  Unable to fight
the drug in her system she was unaware of how the two intruders, dressed in
sweats and talking loudly about the Nicks, breezed past the doorman covering
the entrance to Joseph Booth's apartment building.
She didn't know how close she had come to being found and rescued when the
men, exiting the building, literally bumped into an off duty cop as he was
walking home. The cop thought that the lumpy looking bag was filled with
sports equipment, and, this being the city that never sleeps, thought
nothing of two men going to the gym at three in the morning.
The men, after a quick apology for running into the guy, made their way
casually to their car. They put the bag in the back seat and drove into the
city traffic.
No one saw them leave the car and transfer to another.
No one saw them leave this second car and get aboard a large flying boat
tied up along side a floating dock.
No one saw anything.


Tonya was also woken up by a loud sound, only for her the sound came from a
fat Japanese man, yelling at the top of his lungs for his charges to wake
up.
There was a rattle of chain and Tonya climbed stiffly from the hard bunk she
had been trying to sleep on. She watched as a smaller man pulled out the
last few links of the long chain that had locked down all the girls in the
room to their bunks, the chain having passed through hoops at the end of
each bunk and through hoops on the ankle shackles of each girl.
Once again Tonya cursed David under her breath, and hoped to God that his
plan would work.

After Hiro Atamo made his pitch to buy Tonya, he and David began haggling
over the price, with David playing the reluctant seller.  Tonya began
protesting right away, saying that she didn't want to be sold.  Failing to
shut up after she had been told to, David asked for a few minutes alone with
her, which Atamo reluctantly agreed to. The couple went out into the
hallway.
"Look,"  David whispered to Tonya, "as long as we are guests we aren't going
to see anything that Hiro doesn't want us to see. The only people who are
going to get below decks are his own. So that means you have to become one
of his people."
"But..."  began Tonya.
"No buts.  You'll do it because it's the only way for the both of us to get
out from under."
"How am I supposed to do anything as one of his slaves?"  Tonya asked him
viciously.
"You aren't.  Just keep your eyes open. Look around and see if those agents
are below deck, and maybe those other Kidnapped girls.  I get invited to
these parties pretty often, the next time I'm aboard I'll ask to see you.
You can tell me what you've seen then, and then I can get the Feds to raid
this place and free you and their people."
"You have this all figured out don't you?"
"I hope so."  David replied honestly. Then he back handed her across the
face, drawing a yelp of pain and a shocked look from her.
"That's so Hiro won't wonder what we were talking about out here."
Without another word, he dragged Tonya back into the room and tossed her to
the ground.
Tonya let herself cry, trying to get into the act of the abandoned woman,
something that wasn't hard to do, while David and Atamo settled on a price.
It wasn't long before they shook hands and Tonya was taken away, below
decks, where David had planned for her to go.
He didn't look at her as she was carried from the room.
Instead he waited until she was gone and then shut himself up in an empty
cabin and got drunk, only leaving when the last plane was ready to go.

Looking around her at the cramped bunk room, Tonya wished that it had been
him that had been brought down here.     She stood at attention with the
twenty or so other women in the room, her features and her height the only
real difference between her and the others.  She was clothed the same, that
is she wore a heavy metal chastity belt that hurt her hips, and also heavy
chains on her ankles and wrists.  The manacles were leather lined metal,
similar to those that Liz Morning had been wearing back at the Kennel,
although those didn't have the lining to protect her skin.
Tonya also looked the same for like every woman in the room, her head had
been shaved until it was completely bald. The only hair she had now was her
eyebrows and lashes.
The twenty women were the ships compliment of slaves, she thought. Some were
senior enough to warrant duties above decks, serving Atamo's guests and
generally being seen. The rest, like her, served below decks.

After having her head shaved and her bondage applied the night before, she
had been taken down to the galley where she was given the job of cleaning
vegetables for the crew's night meal.  All the instructions were given to
her in Japanese, punctuated with jabs from a big wooden spoon that the cook
always carried with him.  He had handed her an apron which she had put on,
grateful for something to cover herself with, and with much prodding, shown
her what to do.
As she worked she caught sight of a familiar face.
Kina.
She was on her knees, naked and chained as Tonya was, scrubbing the deck
with a big brush.  She didn't look the worse for wear from being out on the
prow of the boat (Tonya later found out that she had only been out there
twenty minutes. The cold North Atlantic water would have given her
hypothermia if she had been out there much longer), but she didn't look
happy.
Two other girls moved about the galley, also chained and in aprons, doing
what ever work was required of them. They too were oriental in appearance.
But there was one woman in the room that Tonya couldn't get a proper look
at. She was on the far side of the galley, her back to Tonya, washing the
mountain of dishes that was stacked up beside her.
When one of the other girls passed close to the woman, Tonya saw that she
was taller than average. She also bore the scars of a recent whipping,
clearly visible on her naked body, for she wore no apron or even a chastity
belt.  All that she had on was a set of very heavy looking chains that
jingled loudly as she moved.  From the marks on her wrists Tonya could see
that the woman's manacles had no inner linings.
It was a long time before the woman turned slightly so that Tonya could get
a look at her face, and because the woman's hair had been shaved, it took a
moment for the face to register.
It was one of the missing agents, Rhianna Summer.

Looking about the bunk room now, Tonya was sure that the agent wasn't there.
She hadn't had a chance to talk to her the night before, but then she
figured she would have plenty of time to get to know her, for who knew how
long it would take David to find a way to reach her.
Meanwhile, she figured she had better learn enough Japanese to stay alive.
The fat Japanese started bellowing what sounded like orders to the room, and
the girls turned and started to file out.
Tonya followed, watching carefully so she wouldn't screw up.
The entire line snaked into a small room with toilets and sinks and Tonya
took her turn at both, relieving herself and taking a quick wash with a
sponge. All too soon the group was ordered out, given rain slickers (except
for poor Kina) and shepherded toward a ladder up which they climbed out onto
the open deck.
The sea was higher than it had been the day before, and the wind was cold
and wet.
Following the lead of the girl in front of her, Tonya picked up a brush and
bucket from a pile, and knelt down to scrub the deck.
So began her second day as one of Atamo's slaves.



Maria woke up and stretched. She was so surprised that she could do this
that for just a moment she forgot what had happened to her.
She looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings, and called out for Joseph.
Instead of his reassuring voice, she heard someone behind her go "Shhhhh."
Maria looked around and saw that her company was a young, bald, oriental
woman of exquisite beauty.  She lay on her side, naked except for the
manacle on her ankle to which a chain was connected, and a gold chastity
belt. Maria saw that she too was chained by the ankle, the rest of her
sleeping bondage now gone, even all her rings had been taken off, but she
wore no chastity belt. She reached up to feel her head, all her hair had
also been shaved, the smoothness of her skull felt very weird. Both women
lay on a huge bed.
"Who...?"  she began to say.
The woman quickly put her finger to her lips and made a desperate gesture
for silence.  Still a little groggy, Maria obeyed.
The room she was in was simply decorated, and was unmistakably a bedroom.
Japanese prints hung on the walls and a few throw cushions were spread
around, but apart from the bed the room was empty of furniture.  The bed
itself wasn't really a bed, but a very large futon. Three doors led out of
the room.
Glancing over at the other girl, Maria tentatively got up on her feet,
something that drew no protest from her companion.
At first she thought the rolling she felt was the after affect of the drug
she had been given, but she soon realized that it was the motion of a ship
that she felt.
A sinking feeling made it's way deep into her guts.
That's when one of the doors opened.
"Ah, it is my beautiful one. Awake at last!"  said the man in the doorway.
Maria turned and cringed, it was just as she had feared.
Hiro Atamo
The other girl in the room rushed forward off the bed and took up a position
of submission, on her knees, forehead to the floor, arms extended toward
Atamo.
"What's happening?"  cried Maria.  "Where is Joseph?"
Atamo stepped into the room, followed by another man who carried a big bull
whip. Maria's eyes were instantly drawn to it, the memories of being whipped
herself sent shivers down her body.
"You would do well to follow the example of your companion."  Hiro Atamo
told her softly.
Maria was frozen, staring at the whip. All she could think about was the
pain she had suffered, and also the pain suffered by her friend Melissa.
When it looked like Maria wasn't going to move, Atamo made a slight gesture
to the whip holder, who uncoiled it with a snap toward Maria's side.
Maria jumped, and then dropped to the floor, copying the position of the
girl beside her. She was surprised she didn't feel any pain, then figured
out she hadn't been hit.
The man had skillfully avoided striking her, instead making the whip snap
just a few inches from her.  He was well aware that no one marked any of
Hiro Atamo's slaves with out either his direct order, or a very, very good
reason. But that didn't apply to the Government woman below, he thought to
himself.
"Very good. You see, you can be taught to obey me."  Atamo said, almost
kindly.  "You must not concern yourself about Mr. Booth, any longer. You are
in my service now."
"What did you do to him?"  Maria asked, almost silently.
"Silence!"  Atamo shouted.
There was quiet in the room, although Maria was convinced that everyone
could hear her fast beating heart.
"Very good.  Maria, what a western name that is. Lyrical, but inappropriate.
I will call you Yoshi from now on. You will forget the name Maria."
Maria didn't dare speak, the image of the whip still in her head.
"How are you supposed to address your Master when you are told something,
Yoshi?"  Atamo said with an edge to his voice.
"Yes...Master."  Maria/Yoshi replied.
"Remember that."  Atamo ordered.
"Yes, Master."
Atamo smiled and left the room through another door. Not told to break
position, both women waited, watched over by the man with the whip.
Atamo came back in with another gold chastity belt in his hands. Maria
glanced up at it and was shocked to see that it's inner surface had two
dildos fastened to it.
"Stand up, Yoshi."  said Atamo.
Maria got up. Not knowing where to place her hands, she held them behind
her.
"Spread your legs, wide."
Choking back a sob, Maria did as she was told. Atamo moved forward and
fastened the waist belt around her, then he brought the crotch strap up
between her legs and forced the dildos into her.
Maria grunted and bit down on her lower lip as she was being filled, crying
inside at what was happening to her.  The only thing that she was grateful
for at that moment was that both dildos had been greased. At least there was
little pain.
The strap tight against her groin, Atamo locked it on and stepped back.
"Resume you place on the floor."
Gingerly, because of the dildos, Maria got down next to the other woman.
"I will not need you today, so neither of you will leave this room. You have
my permission to talk, quietly.  Misa, you should spend the day making sure
that Yoshi knows what is to be expected of her.
"Yes, Master Hiro"  The girl replied.
Atamo nodded, and both men left the room.




End of Part 8



Return to the Valley    Part 9




It took eight days for the 'Leta' to make the trip south to the Caribbean.
Eight days during which Maria and Tonya, both unaware that the other was on
board, learned their new trades.
Even though both were slaves to the same man, what they did was very
different.
For Maria, it was a pampered life.  Misa, her only companion taught her
everything she needed to know to please her new Master.  The day would be
spent dressed in the finest silk, their faces made up to the exacting
demands of the finest Geishas. On their heads they wore wigs designed by the
best wig makers in the world.  They looked stunning!  The only time they
went naked was in Atamo's private quarters, and then only at night, when
they shared the bed with their owner.
During the day their duties consisted of being Atamo's personal servants,
fetching his meals, his drinks, and seeing to his sexual needs.  Other than
Atamo, the only people they ever saw were Atamo's business aides, and Mako,
the man who had used the whip on Maria's first day. Mako was Atamo's "Major
Domo", in charge of every slave in Atamo's stable.  It was he that took care
of their personal needs when Atamo was unavailable. A great deal of care was
taken of Hiro Atamo's personal slaves.  Mako had the key to the chastity
belts they wore and saw to it that they had plenty of opportunities to use
the bathroom adjoining Atamo's bedroom. He also brought them their meals,
and made sure that they ate and drank very well.  He was very careful not to
touch them, however, and he always carried his whip, which prompted Maria to
pay very close attention to her lessons.

Tonya, on the other hand saw the other end of the spectrum.
She was a work slave, nothing more.  The schedule of her day was set from
the very start, and didn't change.  In the morning before the first meal,
she and all the other work slaves scrubbed all the outer decks. The rest of
the day was spent in the galley with Kina and the other two slaves,
preparing each of the meals for the crew and passengers under the watchful
eye of the cook.  Between each meal the galley would get cleaned, and at the
end of the day the galley slaves were escorted back to the bunk room.
But Tonya found that things weren't as bad as she thought they might be.
They were fed well, and as long as they did their work they were treated
well.  The cook, whose name Tonya could never catch, wasn't against joking
with the girls under his care, and Tonya smiled a lot at the banter between
him and the other Japanese girls, even though she couldn't understand any of
what they were saying.  He even seemed to ease up on Kina after a couple of
days, so that even she wasn't as miserable.  The only person he didn't let
up on was Rhianna Summer, the captured FBI agent, who labored in the galley
doing nothing but dishes or cleaning the floor. It seemed to Tonya that
every day Rhianna seemed to sport a new bruise or cut.
Tonya asked about it one night before lights out.  As each work group
finished their chores they were locked in the bunk room with their last meal
of the day, and in this relative freedom the girls mixed and talked.  Most
of them could speak English, and were full of questions for Tonya about life
in the States, which none of them had seen.
In return for telling them stories about her home, Tonya would ask about
Atamo and his business, and she managed to put together a small picture
about the man she now belonged to.  Tonya was especially curious about
Rhianna, and asked about her, but not by name.
All she found out was that Rhianna was kept in the crew bunk room, where she
was used regularly by the crew. Apparently she had done some thing to anger
Atamo and this was his punishment for her.  The girls were under orders not
to talk with her, and had no idea who she was or where she came from.
This was immensely frustrating for Tonya, for even though she spent most of
the day in the same room with the missing agent, she had yet to figure out
how to contact her.

As time went on, both Tonya and Maria adjusted to their new lives, although
it was much harder for Maria. Worried about Joseph, it took her several days
to come to terms with her new position, and, even though she knew she had no
choice about being there, she had to admit that she had been treated well.
Atamo hadn't pushed her as much as he probably could have, he was no fool.
He knew that breaking Maria in slowly would yield him the sweetest fruit.
He was a patient man.

There was one way  that Maria and Tonya were treated alike. Maria noticed it
only after a couple of days, while it took a week for Tonya to catch on.
Neither of them were ever fucked, by anyone!
At night, Atamo would indulge himself fully with both his bed companions,
but it was always Misa with whom he committed this particular act. At first
Maria didn't mind, she was finding it hard enough just to succumb to his
other sexual needs, but as time went on, self doubt began to creep into her
mind as night after night her body was spurned in favor of Misa's. She began
to wonder what is was that was wrong with her. What was it about her that
repelled Atamo and caused him to perform that most intimate act with Misa
alone.  She began to see herself as less of a person and unconsciously began
to strive harder to please him.

Tonya didn't notice because at first she was unaware of how sexual favors
were dispensed among the slaves and crew.  Through talking she found out
that each night in a separate room, three girls were kept for the
entertainment of the crew. With three different girls being taken each
night, Tonya figured that she had to come up in the rotation sometime, but
for some reason she was being skipped.

Oddly enough, it was Tonya who found out why. Carmen, the German girl who
was the only other non-oriental slave aboard, told her that the only reason
she hadn't been given to the crew yet was because she had yet to see Atamo's
private doctor to be surgically sterilized.  All of Hiro Atamo's women were
given hysterectomies.
This scared Tonya, she wasn't ready to give up their ability to have
children some day.  For Tonya, it was a big reason to get off the boat and
back to her real life.  If she had known that Maria was aboard and in much
the same position, it would have worried her even more.

Misa held out on giving Maria this vital information. Atamo had ordered her
to keep silent about it. He knew what it was doing to Maria, and welcomed
it.

Feeling the pressure of time, Tonya knew she had to talk with Rhianna
Summer.  On the eighth day of her enslavement, she thought she had a way of
doing so.
One of her tasks in the galley was to clean the vegetables, a task she
performed at the galley's sinks when there weren't any dishes being washed.
During this time the FBI agent scrubbed the floor.  Keeping one eye on the
cook, Tonya waited until Rhianna was close by and then nudged a wire basket
of mushrooms off the counter beside her.
She immediately dropped down to pick them up, now coming face to face with
the startled agent.
"Rhianna."  Tonya whispered, frantically picking up mushrooms.
Rhianna's normally blank face focused for just a moment, and Tonya wondered
about how miserable the woman had to be. Unlike all the other women on the
boat, who had volunteered to be a part of this life, here was a woman who
had been dragged in against her will and beaten until she had submitted.
"Rhianna, you aren't alone here."  Tonya whispered again quickly. "I can get
a message out...OW!"
The cook had come over and had begun hitting Tonya with his spoon. She
gathered up the last of the mushrooms while a nervous Rhianna moved away on
her hands and knees, her heavy chains dragging on the deck.
The cook stood over Tonya smacking her with the spoon for the better part of
an hour before settling down, and Tonya hoped that he pain had been worth
it.  Had her message gotten through to the beaten woman.

That evening the schedule changed.  Atamo was sitting in his office looking
at a prospectus that one of his guests had left him.  A company called
B.E.I. was doing research on electronically controlled bondage toys, and
needed some start up capital to begin development.  Atamo thought the idea
amusing, and made a mental note to check in on it at a future date.
Mako appeared at the door.  "It is time, Atamo-San."  He told his boss.
Atamo nodded.  "Fetch them."
Mako bowed, and left.

A crewman turned up in the galley just as the after meal clean up began.
The cook wasn't happy, but directed the man over to Tonya who was busy
unloading dishes from a dumb waiter.
Without any ceremony, the man pulled Tonya's apron off and undid the
manacles on her wrists, recuffing them behind her back. He then took hold of
one of Tonya's nipples and, with a smile, pulled the helpless girl out of
the room.
The man pinched hard, and Tonya didn't want to cause herself even more pain,
so she hurried along as best she could, along the passageway to the ladder
leading to the fore deck.  She was helped up the ladder onto the deck and
stood there blinking, puzzled as to what was going on and suddenly unused to
being naked outside again.  All this time, the only time she had ever been
naked was in the bunk room. Otherwise she was always given something to
cover herself up with.
She was also unused to the sun. The deck cleaning was usually done just
before dawn and any sunlight she saw was usually low in the sky after just
having come up.
Now the sun was bright and hot and felt very good to her sun starved skin.
She was led forward toward a group of men standing at the bow and had a
sudden recall of what had happened to Kina here just a week before.
Her fears grew when Atamo joined them.
"Welcome." he said, smiling.  "While we wait for our other guest let us
prepare you."
He gave a short order, and Tonya's cuffs were removed. Her hands were
brought forward and a set of suspension cuffs were fitted.
Tonya couldn't understand it.  What had she done?  Could she have been found
out?
She was about to risk asking when a ballgag was placed in her mouth and
buckled on tightly.
Fear gripped her as lines leading out over the water to the end of the spar
were attached to her wrist and ankle cuffs.
The men paused for a moment and Tonya turned to see where they were looking.
Another woman was being led toward them, naked as she was, except for a much
finer and more ornate gold chastity belt.
She was already gagged and her eyes had a frightened look that must have
mirrored her own.
It took a moment to realize who it was because the other woman was bald too!
It was Maria.
Maria recognized Tonya too, and she was very glad that she was there.
Although the fact that Tonya seemed as well bound as her didn't give her
much confidence about her situation.
As Maria was being trussed up like Tonya, Atamo made a short speech to both
of them.
"Welcome, welcome. As you can see we are about to make land fall,"  he said,
pointing out in front of the boat. Both women looked and could see a smudge
on the horizon that could be interpreted as land.  "my island home.   It has
been my tradition to arrive here with my newest acquisition hanging from the
prow, as did the pirates who plied these waters hundreds of years ago. The
two of you have the honor of being the jewels of my latest voyage,  and so
the honor of leading my ship to port is yours."
Both women fought the men who picked them up and lowered them over the side
of the boat. They feared that they were about to be drowned, but the lines
they were attached to pulled them up until they hung side by side over the
racing water, their legs pulled back until their bodies held the same angle
as the prow.  The water being pushed aside by the fast moving ship, sprayed
the two of them down, making their skin glisten, and the wind produced by
the ships speed rang through their ears.
Strangely, Tonya was reminded of the movie "Titanic" and she considered how
the box office would have been even bigger had Kate Winslet been strung up
like this, instead of just standing at the prow. The thought nearly made her
forget her fear.
"You should be in no danger."  Atamo called down to them. "The water here is
warm, it is not the punishment it is in the North Atlantic. Also, you should
be clear of sharks!"
Atamo's laughter faded away and the two women stared at each other as the
island drew close.



End of Part 9




Return to the Valley   Part 10



The deep water dock was alive with action as Maria and Tonya were led back
up the gangplank.  They had just been released into the eager arms of the
dock workers after having hung from the ship's prow during it's approach to
the island.  Their arms hurt, and they shivered from the cold. Even though
the water was relatively warm, the wind caused by the speed of the yacht had
given them both a chill.
Tonya wished that she could talk with her friend for just a moment, there
were so many questions she wanted to ask her.  Was Maria here like she was,
a bought slave, or was there another reason for her being here.  Tonya felt
she needed to know what Maria's motives were.  She needed to know, but they
were both still gagged, and had no opportunity to talk. At the top of the
gangplank Mako waited for Maria. He took her arm and led her inside.  Tonya
was diverted by another crewman, and led below.  Just as suddenly as she had
appeared, Maria disappeared from Tonya's view.
Down below, Tonya was led back to the galley, where she was greeted by the
cook and put back to work as if nothing had happened.  The other slave girls
looked at her curiously, but didn't approach her to ask where she had been.
They had no idea that they were now along side an island.
Tonya tried to sort out her thoughts while she got back into the swing of
things, she was very confused by Maria being there.

Maria was also confused, but not as much as Tonya.  Her worry over what had
happened to Joseph Booth was all consuming, and getting worse. Misa knew
what was worrying her new friend, and tried to cover for her when her
concentration slipped. But she knew that it would only be a matter of time
before their Master noticed and took matters into his own hands.
Misa helped the shivering girl get cleaned up and ready for Atamo's return.

Tonya was wondering if they were going to get to go ashore at all.  It was
now late at night, and the fat man had come to put them to bed.  He picked
out three girls who left the bunk room with smiles and then began running
the long chain through each bunk, locking the remaining girls in place.
By now they all knew what had happened, Tonya had told them where she had
been, and all the girls were excited at the prospect of getting off the ship
for a little while.
Their chance came the next morning.
When the fat man woke them up the next morning, Atamo himself accompanied
him. The girls all assumed a kneeling position on the floor as soon as they
were free from their beds, Tonya included.  Atamo waited until they were all
ready before speaking.  Although he spoke in Japanese, Tonya got a
translation from one of the girls later.
"Greetings my pretty ones.  You have all done very well this trip. I am
pleased with you all and have a gift I wish to bestow on you.  We have
arrived at Masako Island, which I know some of you have been to before. The
sun is warm, the sand is soft and beautiful. My gift to you is a full day of
pleasure, the freedom to enjoy the sand and the sea and take time off from
your work schedule to play.  I'm sure that we humble men can fend for
ourselves for one day."  He laughed and most of the women laughed with him.
"You will soon be escorted to the portion of the island I have set aside for
you, where you will remain until tonight when you will be brought back here
to sleep.  Go with my blessings upon you."
Atamo smiled a big smile and bowed, before leaving the girls alone with the
fat man.  As soon as Atamo was gone, the girls started talking about their
good fortune, while Tonya got the story from the girl next to her.  Tonya
wasn't sure she believed it, until they were ordered out of the bunk room
and up on deck.  All the women blinked in the sun as the long chain was
reattached to their manacles, and soon the entire line of nude women was
being led down the gangplank and along the dock to the beach accompanied by
the appreciative calls of the male crew.  The dock itself stuck out from the
beach quite a way in order to find water deep enough for Atamo's yacht.
Moored on the other side of the dock were three smaller cabin cruisers, one
with a radar mast, and the flying boat.
Tonya looked around as she walked, hoping to see Maria, but there was no
sign of her.  She wondered if Maria would also be brought out to the beach.
The group was marched halfway around the island, stopping at a low concrete
structure built right on the edge of the beach. To Tonya's surprise, not
only were they released from the chain, but also from the manacles on their
hands and feet and the chastity belts. At least everyone but Tonya.  Her
chastity belt was kept on, and Tonya knew why. It was because she had yet to
be fixed.
The fat man, who had walked them down there, began to shout instructions.
Again Tonya couldn't understand a word, but what he said must have been good
for the girls cheered and smiled and began heading for the building.  So
Tonya followed.
Inside, on tables, were snacks and beverages, which some of the women
eagerly began to consume. This was all stuff that had been denied them
aboard the 'Leta', and they attacked them with relish.  Beyond the tables
was something Tonya wanted even more, a shower.  A large community shower
was in place with shelves and benches placed close by where towels and soap
lay waiting.  The water in the shower was already running and the happy
chatter of washing women was loud.  Tonya grabbed a bar of scented soap and
joined them, enjoying the luxury of a proper wash.
Many of the women were washing each other and Tonya didn't object when
someone started doing her back, she decided to return the favor by  washing
the body of the girl in front of her. Soon many soapy hands were fondling
and caressing other peoples soapy body parts, and much laughter could be
heard.
With a disappointed sigh, Tonya finally left the shower. Frustrated by her
chastity belt, she had been unable to fully enjoy herself in there as the
others had done.
She grabbed a towel and dried herself off, before carrying it outside with
her.
Some women had gone out before her and were lying on their towels on the
sand.
One girl had a big bottle of sun lotion and was moving from girl to girl,
giving each a good coating.  As Tonya settled on her towel to catch some
rays in the warm sun and pleasant company, it was almost easy to forget why
she was there.

Maria couldn't forget why she was there. Dressed in a bright red silk kimono
she knelt at Atamo's feet while he sat at his desk, his penis in her mouth,
caressing the end with her tongue. Her hands were bound behind her with a
silk cord.
Atamo sat back and enjoyed the motion of the American's tongue, while he
looked through more papers from his lawyers in Japan.
Maria couldn't stand it any more. She had to know what had happened to her
former owner. She pulled back from Atamo and looked up into his face.
"Master?"  she said softly, afraid of talking to him, yet afraid of not
knowing the truth.
"Did I tell you to stop, Yoshi?"  Atamo asked, his attention still more or
less on his paperwork.
"Master.  I beg your answer to my question."  Maria said a little louder.
"You beg nothing, Yoshi. Now back to work."
"Where is Joseph Booth, Master.  What happened to him?"
Atamo pulled his chair back, fully revealing the kneeling girl, helpless
before him.  "I hear you mention his name one more time, Yoshi, and I will
have you whipped!"
Maria didn't care, she was sick with worry.  "Please, Master!"
Atamo's look was dark, but then he decided to tell her the truth.  "I had
him shot."
Maria's face froze, and the two of them faced each other for a moment,
unmoving. Then with a scream that completely unnerved Atamo, Maria sprung
forward and crashed into the his chest, toppling them both backward over his
chair.
She was a woman possessed, biting and kicking for all she was worth as she
wailed of her loss.  It was only because her hands were bound that Atamo was
able to pull her off him without taking too much injury. As soon as he was
clear he called out for Mako.
When Mako came in he saw his boss nursing a bruise on his shin, small bite
marks on his chest and his newest slave lying on the floor sobbing.  He
wondered who had attacked who.  Atamo told him.
"I want her stripped and thrown in with the others. She has lost her status
and will do bilge work until she dies. I want her whipped and then locked in
the women's quarters until I decide what to do with her!"  Atamo yelled.
Mako bowed and took hold of the crying girl, who immediately began to
struggle. Mako gripped Maria's neck and began to squeeze. This got Maria's
attention and she soon stopped moving, only aware of the pain and the lack
of air.
Mako released her and then dragged her out of the room,
down a passageway and out on deck. With the help of another crew member he
stood her up and lashed her to a post which held up an upper deck.
The bright red silk that Maria wore, did nothing to protect her skin from
the bullwhip that Mako used.  It shredded under the onslaught and by the
time he was finished lay in rags under the bleeding girl.
She was left there to suffer for a few hours before being taken below to the
bunk room which Tonya had vacated earlier in the day, her fine gold chastity
belt now exchanged for a rougher steel one. The silken bonds exchanged for
heavy metal manacles.
As the men left her, she cried herself to sleep.

After an hour alone on the beach, the men began to arrive. Relived of their
duties now that the 'Leta' was docked, Atamo had given most of his sailors
the day off as well. Of course this meant that they were free to join the
women on the beach, what man wouldn't enjoy a day in a beautiful setting
surrounded by naked women.
Tonya by now had eaten and had made sure that all her exposed skin had a
good coating of sun block.  She lay flat on her back on her towel, watching
the action. Some of the women were playing with a ball that some of the men
had brought with them, tossing it back and forth to the excited cheers of
the men.  Others lay together around the area, happily engaged in more
intimate pursuits. Tonya watched carefully for any sign of reluctance from
the women, any sign that they weren't willingly fraternizing with the men,
but there was nothing to see.  She was happy that everyone here was
apparently here by their free will, and this made the FBI accusations all
the more puzzling.  The only fly in the ointment seemed to be the presence
of Special Agent Summer. If Atamo was an innocent man, then why was she
being kept naked and chained in his boat?  Tonya rolled over, the warm sun
relaxing her completely. She let her mind drift as she watched the men in
their various states of undress, and thought about Stewart at home. He was
probably wondering if he would ever see her again, she thought.
Some more men came into view, and Tonya thought they were also here to enjoy
the fun of being surrounded by so many naked and beautiful women. But then
she saw that they had brought one of their own.
In a second she was on her feet.  It was Rhianna.
The men who had brought her walked away, not showing any interest in the
flesh on display.
Rhianna stood, unmoving, her head low.  Tonya almost cried to see her like
that, and slowly walked over to her.
"Rhianna?"  Tonya said, once she had come within touching distance.
Rhianna looked up slowly, her eyes dull.  She was filthy, and bruises and
cuts were evident all over her body.  She also looked thin, her ribs showing
more than they should.
Tonya was disgusted with whoever allowed her to fall into such a condition.
She took Rhianna's hand in one of her own.  "Come."
Unresisting, the still manacled FBI agent was led toward the concrete
shelter. Some of the other girls that had chosen to just lie in the sun for
a while, watched as Tonya walked the beaten girl through them, and a couple
of them got up to follow.
Inside, Tonya led Rhianna directly into the shower, and turned on the water.
She was about to get some soap, when one of the girls who had followed them
came in with a bar.
The second girl joined them, and together they washed Rhianna down and
cleaned her cuts. Despite their gentleness, it was obvious that they hit
some tender spots, but the agent remained silent until they finished, when
she spoke for the first time.
"Thank you."
Everyone smiled and Rhianna was dried off and led toward the food and drink.
She took small bites of what was offered and drank little, but soon Rhianna
began to relax and a little life was brought back to her eyes. All through
this Tonya kept up a steady soothing tone, much as she did when she tended
to Liz Morning oh so long ago.  When she was ready, Tonya asked the others
to leave, she needed to talk to Rhianna alone.
"How do you know my name?"  Rhianna asked once she and Tonya were alone.
Tonya told her who she was, and about the discovery of Liz Morning. When she
mentioned Stabler's name Rhianna spat on the floor.  "That bastard was the
one who sent me here too."  Rhianna said softly, her anger giving her more
strength.
Tonya continued her story, explaining what she had found out and how she
wound up here.
For a moment Rhianna said nothing.
"So, you haven't seen Cory?"  she asked, wondering about her partner.
"No, sorry."  Tonya replied reluctantly.
Rhianna took a long sip of water then spoke again. "We were separated as
soon as we were caught..."  she began, and proceeded to tell Tonya about how
she had been stripped and kept in a dark room on board the 'Leta' for a long
time, only taken out once, put to sleep, to wake up back in the hole. She
gestured to her stomach and Tonya saw that hidden among the bruises and
cuts, were the unmistakable signs of surgery.  She had been operated on, and
Tonya felt she knew what for.  So did Rhianna.  She told Tonya that soon
after coming back to the dark room she was moved into the crew quarters and
raped repeatedly by the crew during her nights. During the day she was taken
to the galley where Tonya saw her, and made to work.  She was kept tired,
and underfed, and soon she just didn't have the strength to fight them any
more.
This continued day after day until today, when Atamo told her that she would
be joining the rest of his slaves and that if she behaved she would soon
come to know the pleasures of serving him.
Tonya was appalled, and speechless. She sat and held the chained hand of the
agent for a long time, neither of them saying a word.
Eventually the room began to fill with men and women, tired and hungry after
running around on the beach. Tonya watched as the naked women and the
somewhat clothed men, dove into the food and devoured what was left.
She didn't notice that Rhianna too watched the men, her interest sharpened
by one in particular.
"Tonya?"  Rhianna said.
"Yes?"
"By the water bottles, the man in the blue trousers and white shirt."
Tonya looked over and picked out the guy, who stood stalking with a couple
of his crew mates.  As far as she could see there was nothing about him that
was really very different  from any of the other men.
"I see him."  she said.
"His sun glasses."  Rhianna said.
Tonya looked again.  His shirt had a front pocket, and a pair of sunglasses
was poking out of them.
"Before he goes outside again. You have to get me those glasses."  Rhianna
gripped Tonya's hand as she said this and Tonya saw that she was very
serious.
"All right, I'll try."
Tonya thought quickly. She figured that theft might be punished pretty
harshly considering the system in place here. She needed to figure out a way
to get them without being found out.
Then she hit upon an idea.  Tonya walked over to a group of women standing
in one corner and asked them to help her out with a favor.  She didn't tell
them everything, just enough to get them to do what she wanted.
The girls agreed, and a moment later the group went over to the man,
surrounded him, and began to tickle him. His friends backed away, enjoying
the man's obvious embarrassment at being the target of so many beautiful
women, laughing as they did so.   The man backed up too, trying to fend away
the many hands that poked and caressed him all over, laughing even more in
forced glee. The entire group went out the door and onto the sand where they
collapsed in a big heap, arms and legs everywhere. No one noticed when one
hand plucked a pair of sunglasses from a pocket.
Tonya hid the glasses the only way she could, by stuffing them down the
front of the ill fitting chastity belt, and then worked her way out of the
pile and toward the building again.
Rhianna had come to the door and watched the action nervously, but when
Tonya smiled Rhianna knew she had succeeded and smiled too. Her first since
Tonya had known her.
The two of them retreated back into the building and hid in the shower area,
out of sight of everyone.
"I saw this in a movie once,"  Rhianna said as Tonya handed the sunglasses
over to her.  "I tried it myself to see if it would really work, and it did,
but it took a little practice and you have to have the right kind of
frames."   Rhianna snapped one of the ear stems off the glasses, and
inserted the broken end into the lock of her manacles.  She closed her eyes
and began to bend and twist the narrow strip of metal in the lock.  "It only
works on big locks too."  she said, popping the lock a moment later.  Tonya
was amazed.
Rhianna looked Tonya square in the eye.  "Now, to escape!"



End of Part 10




Return to the Valley   Part 11




"Escape!"  Tonya exclaimed.
Rhianna nodded and began to work on the other manacle.
"We can't!"
"Sure we can."  said the agent. "Once I get out of these cuffs we can slip
around the back and make our way back to the dock."
"We can't. I can't!"  Tonya pressed.
"Why not?" Rhianna asked.
"There's still someone here. A friend.  I need to see her first. I have to
know if she really knows what she is doing here."
"Is she a part of this...this lifestyle?"
For a moment, Tonya was a little put out by this question, but upon analysis
she saw that Rhianna wasn't asking like someone who was putting her
lifestyle down, as she had every right too.  Instead it was a straight
forward question from someone who really needed to know.  Despite her beaten
physical condition, Rhianna Summer seemed to have a great mental strength.
Tonya thought that Atamo had been mistaken in believing that Rhianna had
been broken.
"Yes...but being here with Hiro Atamo is not like her. It doesn't seem like
a likely thing she would do."
"We can't take the time to go look for her.  She should be fine until we get
help and have the authorities raid this place.  She can be rescued then."
"Then I can be rescued too. I can't leave her alone."
Rhianna stopped fiddling with the cuff and looked Tonya square in the eye.
"I can't do this without you, Tonya.  The walk down here all but did me in.
If it wasn't for the fact that Atamo gave us this golden opportunity to
escape, I would hang around myself and try to get some of my strength back
before trying.  But we may not get another chance, we have to take this one,
and I need your help, your strength to get us out of here."
Tonya shook her head. She was very tempted to give in, but a sense of
responsibility over Maria, instilled in her since Maria's first stay at the
Kennel, wouldn't let her abandon her now.
"Shit."  was all Rhianna had to say.
Reluctantly, Rhianna took the open cuff, and snapped it back over her sore
wrist.  "The next chance we get, whether we have found your friend or not,
we go. Okay?"
Tonya nodded, and the only reason she wasn't smiling was because she was
wondering if she hadn't just made a very big mistake.

As the sun was kissing the horizon, the fat man returned and began issuing
orders for the gathering of all the slave girls.  In the midst of all the
excited chatter, Tonya and Rhianna allowed themselves to be herded with the
others as manacles and chastity belts were replaced.  Connected together
once more, the entire troop of girls were walked back to the 'Leta' with the
men walking with them, talking easily with the now bound women.  Rhianna
walked with her head down, the picture of the beaten woman. Tonya was having
a conversation in broken English with a young man who had evidently taken a
shine to her, she watched the agent plod slowly through the sand.  Every so
often she would reach down and adjust her crotch plate, trying to find a
more comfortable position for it.  It was worse than before for the
makeshift key that Rhianna had made now resided inside it. It had slipped
down farther than Tonya had planned and now pushed between her lips and
pressed hard against her clit.  As she walked it would pinch, making her
very aware of what was being covered up down there.
It was a long way to the boat.
Once they were finally aboard the women were set free of the chain in their
bunk room, although the rest of the bondage stayed, it looked like things
were going to be back to normal. The vacation was over.
As the others descended on the meal that had been left in there for them,
Tonya noticed that one of the bunks was already taken.  Who ever it was had
been severely whipped, and lay on her front with her head tucked into her
arms.
Again Tonya found herself horrified. This was no love whipping, but a severe
punishment. She went over to see if she could help the poor girl, and got a
tremendous shock.
"Maria?"  Tonya whispered.
Tear stained eyes looked up at her.  "Tonya?"
The two women embraced, at least as well as they could since they were both
chained.  Maria began crying again, the horror of the whipping still fresh
in her mind.  It brought with it echoes of memories of her time with Palmer,
and also of her friend Melissa's time with her boyfriend, Eric.  But she
cried more for the losses in her life.  First Alan, and now Joseph. Despite
what the expensive psychiatrist that Joseph had sent her too had told her,
she felt like she was cursed. The men in her life kept on dying, and it had
to be her fault.
Tonya was unaware of any of this, she just saw a badly injured woman, a
friend who needed to be taken care of.
By now a couple of the other women in the room had come over, and Tonya
asked them to fetch something to clean Maria's cuts.  Reluctantly, they
went. They knew that Maria had been one of Atamo's special girls. That she
was now down here meant that she was in very bad disgrace indeed.
Rhianna came over and sat on the opposite bunk. She remained silent as Tonya
tended to Maria, only speaking once she was done, having moved away to give
the girl some peace.
"I take it that's your friend?"  Rhianna asked Tonya.
Tonya nodded.  She wasn't as worried as she had been before.  She had tended
whip injuries before, some of them her own. Maria would have some scars, but
there was no real damage.  Whoever whipped her had been careful not to let
the very end of the whip touch her. Often traveling faster than the speed of
sound, the tip of a bull whip doesn't need to break the skin to cause major
damage to internal organs. But there was no bruising to show that this was
the case.
"Yes.  She told me that she had been kidnapped. That her...owner, had been
killed."
"I'm sorry."  Rhianna said with feeling.
The door opened, and the fat man began calling the women to bed.  Tonya and
Rhianna took bunks next to Maria and waited while they were chained in.
Soon the fat man left, the light went out, and another night settled on the
'Leta'.

"Pssst!"
Rhianna opened her eyes. This had been the first decent sleep she had gotten
since she had been thrown to the crew. Now it was ruined.
"Pssst. Rhianna?"  someone whispered.
Rhianna rolled over as best as she could. Tonya was up on one elbow, while
Maria in the next bunk seemed to be sleeping soundly.
"What?"
"What was your plan?  To escape, I mean."  Tonya whispered to her.
Rhianna sighed.  "I wanted to steal one of the boats. Why?"
Tonya hadn't been able to sleep, light coming in through the rooms single
port hole seemed to illuminate Maria's back as she slept. The whip marks
held Tonya's attention, as did the small scars on Rhianna's belly. She kept
wondering how long it would be before she was given scars of her own by
Atamo.
"Wouldn't it be easier, to try to escape in the dark?"  Tonya asked, and
held up the eyeglass stem, it had taken her fifteen minutes to fish it out
of her crotch.
Rhianna smiled.

Because they had no clock, they didn't know that it had taken Rhianna over
an hour to free herself, Tonya and Maria.  While she worked, Tonya woke
Maria up and filled her in on Atamo and what had been going on.  Maria
listened silently, asking no questions. She didn't object when Tonya said
that they were getting out of there.
Rhianna was getting increasingly frustrated.  The thin metal of the eyeglass
stem was quickly becoming too mangled to work with.  After freeing herself
of both wrist and ankle manacles, she concentrated on freeing only the feet
of the other women.  This would allow them all to move about freely,
although Tonya and Maria would still have to have their hands chained in
front of them.
When they were ready, they tried the door.
It opened easily. With all the girls chained to their bunks, there had been
no thought for further security.
The three women, wearing nothing but their chastity belts and bondage, tip
toed down the passageway and up a couple of ladders.  The boat was silent,
except for the hum of the air conditioning. Rhianna was counting on there
being no guards posted. Nude as they were, they had no weapons to use in a
fight.  Rhianna missed her 9mm automatic. It would have felt comfortable in
her hands.
They made it to the deck, before encountering their first problem.
The deck lights were out, but there was light up on the bridge. In the
window they could see the back of a man smoking a cigarette.  Rhianna judged
that the run to the gang plank would be about thirty feet, all of it in the
open.
"Okay."  she said quietly. "We'll have to run for it.  We're going to head
for the gangplank and run down it at full speed. If we make the bottom it's
just a few feet across to one of the boats. Just follow me and let's all get
in the same boat.  Hopefully I can get it started and we will be on our way
before we are discovered."
The other two girls nodded, then Tonya asked the question Rhianna didn't
want to hear.  "What chance do we have of making it?"
Rhianna paused. It was the only answer Tonya needed.  She felt weak, but
ready to go.
Rhianna held up three fingers, and counted down with them.  Then she was up
and running.
Maria followed quickly with Tonya hard on her heels.  Their bare feet made
hardly a sound as they crossed the open deck, but Maria felt more than naked
being out in he open like that. At any time someone could see them and raise
the alarm. They would be caught and Mako would whip her again.
She doubled her effort, she did not want to be whipped again.
Rhianna made it to the head of the gangplank and started down. It had been
her greatest fear that some one would be stationed on the dock, but Atamo
had to have been really confident about his security, for the dock was
clear.
She raced across and leapt into the boat that was moored directly opposite
the 'Leta's' gangplank.  It was one of the cabin cruisers without the radar
mast.
Maria and Tonya jumped in after her and she directed them both to untie the
lines and cast them off.
Then she climbed up on the flying bridge and studied the control panel.
This was the point of no return.  Right now, if they were lucky, they could
all sneak back and lock themselves onto their bunks again. But the moment
she started the motor someone would notice and respond. There was no way to
go back then.
The engines were diesels, and starting them wasn't just a matter of turning
a key.  She hit the preheat for the plugs and flicked a switch that started
blowers in the engine spaces. The sound of the blowers seemed loud in the
still night.
She hoped the sound wouldn't carry far.
"What's up?"  Tonya said as she climbed up with difficulty to stand along
side Rhianna.
"Just a few more seconds."  Rhianna said softly.
"Do you know what you're doing?"  Tonya asked her.
"I was in the Coast Guard before joining the FBI."  was Rhianna's only
reply, before pushing the buttons to crank the motors over.
The big diesel motors caught right away, and their throaty roar was loud and
powerful.  Rhianna pushed the one of the throttles up slowly and the
drifting boat began to pivot away from the dock. She pushed up the other
throttle and worked the wheel.  The boat pulled away from the dock and began
to pick up speed.
Maria, crouched down in the stern, was the only one who saw the running
figure come out of the bridge to watch open mouthed as they pulled away.
Whoever it was they acted fast.  A moment later a spotlight lit up, it's
beam sweeping the water until it found the fleeing boat.  It held them for a
few seconds, but soon they pulled beyond it's range.
All during this time Rhianna pushed the throttles up slowly, building the
boat's speed up in increments. She wanted the engines to warm up properly
before she really taxed them. She had a feeling they had a long way to go
yet.
"Look for a chart!"  she yelled to Tonya, who obediently began searching.
The wind was beginning to get to Maria. Not wanted by the girls on the
bridge she tried to go below to see if she could find something to wear, but
instead encountered the first locked door of their escape.  So she curled up
in a corner, out of the direct breeze created by the speed of the boat.
Up on the bridge, Tonya had been successful and held a map of the area in
her cuffed hands.
Rhianna locked the wheel in place, and took a few moments to look at the
chart, then she stared punching numbers into an electronic device mounted
under the control panel.
"GPS."  she shouted over the sound of the engines.  "We're about a hundred
and seventy five miles from the U.S. coast. My old Coast Guard station is in
that area. I punch in the GPS coordinates of the station, and this device
will give us the proper steer to get there!"
Tonya was impressed. She figured they would just head west and hope for the
best.
"Do you think they'll come after us?"  Tonya yelled.
Rhianna nodded. She knew they would.
"But they won't be able to find us right?"  pressed Tonya.
Rhianna said nothing. Instead she unlocked the wheel and turned the boat
slightly.  Tonya, feeling the cold, decided to go below.
Rhianna was silent because she knew that there was a boat back there with a
radar that could pick them up.  If Atamo was quick, he could have that boat
running and in pursuit in just minutes.  Then it would come down to who had
the faster boat.
She shivered, and it wasn't all from the cold.

Atamo was spitting fire.  Mako had woken him himself, wishing that he could
have sent someone else to endure his boss's wrath.
"What three slaves? Tell me!" Atamo yelled from his bed.
"The Americans, all three."  Mako replied, his eyes averted from Atamo's
nudity.
Atamo swore, scaring poor Misa who crouched on the floor next to the bed.
"We have them on radar."  Mako continued.  "They are about ten miles out and
heading out to sea at close to twenty knots.  We are preparing the 'Tia'  to
go after them. With it's radar we shouldn't lose them."
Atamo calmed somewhat at this news. "I want you aboard that boat to
personally take charge of the hunt. Then when you return I want to know how
the Americans got free.  Understood!"
"Yes, Atamo-San."  Mako bowed.
"And Mako.  When you get back my boat and capture those slaves, don't bother
to bring the American agent back."
Mako bowed once more, and backed out of the room, happy for the moment to
escape with his own life.
Atamo waited until he was gone before turning his eyes upon the naked girl
at the foot of his bed.  "Now little Misa, what can you do to calm me?"
With a pale face, Misa stood up and moved toward her Master.



Several hours later, Rhianna was getting worried.  The sun was now up, and
with it came some warmth to counteract the coolness of the air.  The boat
handled well, despite the heavy sea, and keeping her course had not been
difficult.
What worried her was the speck on the horizon behind them.  In this open
water, it could only have been another boat, and it was slowly drawing
closer.
Rhianna was tired and in pain from her various injuries. Every so often she
would look back at the boat as it drew slowly up on them. She wondered how
long it would be before they were caught.  She looked down into the stern to
check on Tonya and Maria, who huddled together in one corner, before
reaching for the microphone of the two way radio.
"MAYDAY. MAYDAY."  she said again for the hundredth time since they had come
aboard.  "This is Special Agent  Rhianna Summer calling from the private
yacht 'Siku'.  I am being pursued by a hostile boat approximately two miles
to our rear, and need assistance.  We are at..."   Rhianna glanced down and
read the GPS fix on display into the mike.  "Please respond."
She listened for a moment. Still nothing. She had no idea as to what the
range of the radio was, she was hoping to contact a Coast Guard cruiser.
Nervously she looked back once more.

Mako stood at the prow of his boat, field glasses in his hand. He raised
them to get a good look at the 'Siku' and its occupants.  He could not see
two of the girls, but the third stood naked in full view up on the bridge.
He looked back at one of his men, who held a high powered rifle in his
hands.
Very soon they would be within range.

Rhianna kept glancing at the control panel.  She had been running the
engines flat out for several hours now and it was beginning to tell.  The
oil pressure was slowly dropping and the engine revolutions were coming
down, they were slowing down and there was nothing they could do about it.
She was about to try the radio again when it came to life.
"Attention the 'Siku'. This is the United States Coast Guard Cutter
'Surpass'." a voice said.  "Please restate your emergency!"
"This is Special Agent Rhianna Summer of the FBI. I am being pursued by
Kidnappers in a second craft about..." she looked behind her and swore.
"about one mile behind us.  I have a strong reason to believe that our lives
may be in danger."
"'Surpass' to 'Siku'. I have been instructed to advise you that we are on an
intercept course, and will be able to meet you in eight minutes."
Rhianna wondered if they had eight minutes.  She heard a scrambling behind
her, it was Tonya, climbing the ladder.
"Did you reach someone?"  she asked.
Rhianna nodded, and the panel to her left suddenly exploded.
"What?" she asked.
She heard another thump, but saw nothing. She turned around in time to see a
flash on the other boat accompanied by another thump and a scream.
"Tonya!" she heard Maria yell.
Tonya had fallen off the ladder, gripping her leg. Something had punched a
hole right through it and the pain almost knocked her out.
Scrambling, Maria pulled her to one side and clamped her hands over the
bloody hole.  She heard another thump and saw a hole appear in the wood work
over her head.
Rhianna was on the radio, reporting that they were now being shot at.
Maria began screaming, there was so much blood.
She looked back and saw another flash.
"Oh God!"  she yelled.



End of Part 11




Return to the Valley   Part 12




Maria ran her hand through the inch of hair on her head and sighed.  It had
taken a month for it to grow that much and she was only now starting to feel
confident about her looks again.
She pulled closed the zipper of her bag and took one last look around her
former bedroom. The gold cage in the corner of the room looked dull and
lifeless now, it's magic gone, maybe never to return.
As she stood she heard a familiar sound pass by outside, familiar enough to
jog her memory of those final frightening moments aboard the 'Siku'.



She and Tonya were lying flat on the deck of the 'Siku', the gunwale
protecting them from being directly hit by the bullets from the other boat.
The gunman was getting better with his shots, probably because they were
getting closer and closer with each passing second.
Black smoke was starting to come out of the engine cover set in the deck and
Maria could hear the engines laboring to keep up the insane pace that
Rhianna had set.
There was thud above her as another bullet embedded itself in the woodwork
and Maria screamed again, pressing down harder on Tonya's leg. Blood still
seeped out of the unconscious girl's wound, and Maria was getting very
frantic about it.
She looked up to see if she could spot Rhianna, but saw nothing. She didn't
know if the agent was still alive or not, the last she heard was Rhianna
shouting into the radio that they were being shot at.
Another thud and Maria pressed her head to the blood soaked deck and prayed.
Then there was a roar and a shadow passed over her.
Maria looked up in time to see the white belly of a helicopter pass directly
over the boat.
She watched as it dropped down behind them, barely a couple of feet off the
water and head directly toward their pursuers.  The big Coast Guard, Dolphin
rescue helicopter had lifted off the back of the Cutter the moment Rhianna
had made contact. It covered the distance to the sieged boat in just under a
minute and the pilot didn't hesitate to do the only thing he could do, and
that was get in the way of the bullets.  Unlike their Navy cousins, Coast
Guard choppers were unarmed, or he would have sunk the boat with the shooter
aboard if he could.
His mad rush to intercede however, had built up a lot of speed, something he
couldn't lose all at once. The boats were so close that he over shot the
second boat in his attempt to slow down.
Aboard the 'Siku', Maria watched as the Dolphin pitched up to fly directly
over the other boat and almost stand on it's side in an attempt to come back
around. In seconds, going a lot slower than it had been, it was between them
again, facing sideways and protecting them from further harm.

Mako was furious!
All he needed was a couple more minutes and he could have boarded the 'Siku'
and gotten back the escaped slaves. But now that option was gone.
He looked over at the gunman, who still held the rifle as though he thought
to shoot the helicopter that now barred their way.
"Don't be stupid!"  Mako yelled.  "Put down that gun!"
The gunman said something about it only taking one good shot at this range
to take out the chopper.
Mako exploded. "You fool!  One shot directed at that helicopter and not even
being in International waters will save us.  It's support vessel is only a
few miles away, and they have bigger guns aboard than we do!"
This got the man's attention, and he lowered the gun.
"Are we still in International waters?"  Mako yelled to the boat's pilot.
"Yes, Mako-San."  was the reply.
"Turn around now, and head back to the island."
The pilot acknowledged and Mako began to worry over how he could explain his
failure to his boss.

The pilot of the Dolphin had up to now been concentrating on his flying.
Holding his craft just a few feet above a rolling sea was no easy task.  It
was his observer that told him that the other boat had turned and was now
heading away.
They watched it for a moment, to make sure it was indeed putting distance
between itself and the other boat, then the pilot gave himself a little more
height for safety, and let his bird drift over to the boat he had risked his
life to rescue.
Both men aboard the Dolphin were amazed to see that the three women aboard
the 'Siku', were all naked.

The radio had been shot out, so Rhianna hadn't been able to tell the Coast
Guard Cutter about Tonya being shot, but the sharp eyes of the observer on
the Dolphin had seen the blood and had reported it for her.
Now that the shooting had stopped, Rhianna cut the engines and climbed down
from the bridge where she had curled up into a ball to hide, and waved to
the helicopter floating  in the air behind them. She suddenly found herself
very self-conscious about her nudity, and tried to cover herself up with her
hands. Even though she had been without any clothing for over a month, the
real world had dumped her modesty back on her like a bucket of water.
The observer waved back and the Dolphin moved away to shadow the other boat.
They didn't want to lose it.
Maria was glad that Rhianna was okay, and gladly let the agent take over the
care of Tonya. She was shaken up pretty badly.
Minutes later they heard the powerful engines of the Cutter wind down, and
the big ship was expertly piloted directly to the side of the smaller cabin
cruiser.
Without waiting for the boats to be tied to each other, two men jumped
aboard and began to work on Tonya's injury.
If they were surprised to see the three women naked and chained, they didn't
show it.
Other crewmen did though, and the Captain of the Cutter ordered anyone not
directly taking part in the rescue back to their stations.
A moment later another man came over with blankets and Rhianna and Maria
were able to cover up.
It took only minutes for them to transfer over to the 'Surpass' and soon the
'Siku' was left behind as the Cutter began chasing down the other boat.  The
Captain knew he was out of his jurisdiction, but with American citizens
being fired upon he knew he had 'just cause'. He just hoped the Judge who
tried those bastards would see it that way.
Maria and Rhianna were taken below to be checked out by a Corpsman, Rhianna
screaming for a phone, but Tonya was held just off the helicopter pad.  The
Corpsman who had treated her wanted to get her to a shore based hospital
immediately, she had lost a lot of blood and he didn't have the facilities
aboard to take care of that.
The Dolphin was on it's way back, and would soon head back to the mainland
with Tonya aboard.
Now given a phone, Rhianna made contact with the FBI office in Miami where
the girl would be taken, and made arrangements for Tonya to have protection.
Rhianna took no chances in underestimating someone willing to Kidnap and
kill a Federal Agent.
The women were given coveralls to wear and someone brought a set of bolt
cutters to sickbay. The manacles and chastity belts were cut off and both
women were examined and declared somewhat fit by the Corpsman. While Maria
gave a statement to one of the ship's officers she watched as Rhianna paced
back and forth, phone to her ear, giving orders for the raid on Atamo's
yacht and island home.
Maria wondered where she got the strength from, and also wondered when it
would finally give out. Rhianna, when she crashed, was going to crash big.



Maria looked out the window of the apartment where she and Joseph had spent
so many happy months together, and watched the helicopter go by a half a
mile away.
She was glad to be getting out of the city.  If she could she would have
left sooner, but being one of Atamo's victims meant her having to give
statements to dozens of people about what had happened to her.  Not that it
came to anything.
Atamo was still untouchable, at least by U.S. law enforcement, although his
bid to enter the United States BDSM scene was a dead cause.  Jane Carey had
seen to that.  But that was the least of his problems.
A raid on his yacht and island retreat by local authorities had failed to
turn him or his female slaves up. He had apparently flown out on his plane.
There was nothing illegal left for anyone to find, unusual perhaps, but not
illegal.
Federal Agents in the U.S. had better luck.  Because of the charges against
him, all of Atamo's holdings had been seized. His ability to do business
with anyone in the country had been severely compromised.
He was also a wanted man, it would only be a matter of time before the
Japanese government would give him up.
The one true tragedy of the whole affair was that no one had been able to
gather any proof of Atamo's involvement in the Kidnappings that had started
the whole affair in the first place, nor was there any sign of the other FBI
agent who was probably dead by now.  Mako, and the other captured men, were
unwilling to say anything that would compromise their boss.  Their
unwillingness to testify was making a lot of people very angry.  The
possible murder of a Federal Agent in the course of doing his duties ranked
high on the FBI's "Must Solve" list. They were unwilling to give up on one
of their own. For this crime, the U.S. Government was ready to extract a
heavy price.
But another of their members had already begun paying that price.  Once the
machine had taken over, and Rhianna Summer became a witness rather than an
active participant in the affair, her defenses crumbled. Where she was now
Maria had no idea, but she knew that Rhianna was been helped by
professionals as she dealt with the horrors she had been through.
Maria hoped she was okay.
With a last look around, Maria picked up the bag and left the room.
When she stepped into the hallway by the front door of the apartment, she
smiled.
And Joseph Booth smiled back.
Hiro Atamo had him shot alright, but no one had bothered to make sure he was
dead.  He had played dead while the Kidnappers bundled up Maria, knowing
that any other action on his part would not only assure his death, but also
seal Maria's fate as well. After Maria had been stolen away, he managed to
call for help on his bedside phone.  An ambulance had gotten there just in
time to stop the bleeding and save his life.
He and Maria were reunited shortly after her return to the mainland. When
Maria found out he was still alive, she couldn't stop crying. It was like
her curse had been lifted.
Their meeting took place in the New York hospital where he had been staying
the entire time she was gone, for he too was paying a price.
He had been sleeping on his front when he was shot and the bullet had
glanced off his spine when it entered, saving his life but crippling him in
the process.  The doctors said that maybe in time he might get some control
back, but for now he was paralyzed below the waist.
The odds for his full recovery weren't good.
"Ready?"  he asked her from his wheel chair.
"More than ready."  Maria answered.
"That's good."  said a voice, it's owner limping into the room.  "I was
beginning to wonder if you were both going to make your flight!"
Maria put down her bag and hugged Tonya tightly.  After getting out of
hospital Tonya had taken time off from the Kennel for both her own recovery
and to help Maria and Joseph adjust to theirs.  Her injury turned out to be
more of a nuisance than anything else. Once her blood had been replaced, the
surgeons just patched her up and said that nothing major had been damaged.
She would limp for a while, but nothing more.
The last couple of days had been spent helping Maria pack.
"You're not going to tell me anything more about where we're going?"  Joseph
asked Maria, as she let go of Tonya.
"You don't need to know any more than that it's a better place for you to
get better then here in the city." Maria said, fussing with the back of his
wheel chair.
"I'm not sure I like this new 'take charge' version of Maria."  Joseph said
to Tonya with a wink.
Tonya laughed and picked up the bag Maria had been carrying. She was eager
for the couple to leave so she could get back to being with Stewart. His
support over the past month had been just what she needed.
With a smile Maria began pushing Joseph out the door.
She was ready now to go back to the place she had inherited from Alan.
She was ready to return to the valley.




The End of this Story.



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