5 comments/ 27787 views/ 18 favorites Last Holiday By: Justrex One It was supposed to have been their last holiday together. One month after they all turned eighteen and two months before they all scattered in different directions. A long fun-filled week with the three of them together one more time before they all went off to college. They'd planned on lots of swimming, hiking the trails on the island and sleeping out under the stars. Hayman Island, about fifty miles off the coast of Queensland, was one of the few islands left without being overrun with tourist resorts and diving schools. One thousand acres of ancient forests ringed about with cliffs and pristine beaches all owed by the Australian Wildlife Conservatory. Despite being such a beautiful destination, not many people stay here overnight. The lack of a resort means no free wi-fi and no cell phone service so many of the younger trendier crowd tended to only come during the day, leaving the island almost desolate in the evening hours. The lone source of artificial light and comfort in the dark came from the lights of the Rangers cabin down by the dock, so most of the overnight campers stayed close. It was perfect. No distractions from the outside world. Just the three of them. Together for one last adventure before they all went their separate ways. They camped far away from the ranger station up towards the north end of the island to at least pretend, like children sleeping in the back yard, as if they were on the island all by themselves. Hunter, who fancied himself the ringleader of the little group, was tall and pretty and bold. In track pants and a t-shirt he looked like a young movie star in hiding from the paparazzi. As was fitting for the only son of a well to do family he was also as at home in an Armani suit with a silk tie. But even when he was "dressed up" he never lost that easy friendly smile that Ash loved so much. There was a lot about Hunter which Ash loved. His mop of shaggy brown hair that defied even the most determined comb. His deep brown eyes which she once described as "The color of a rich soil after a heavy rain." His big hands and well muscled body which made her (and almost every other girl) drool just a little bit. The way he peeked at her behind his black framed glasses. The way he was as crazy about sports as he was about video games and comic books. The way he made Ash feel both comfortable and comforted. Even if they were doing nothing at all, her life always felt fuller when Hunter was nearby. And Kate as well. Their merry band was never complete without Kate, who Ash considered her very best friend in the world. The brash and brazen little blonde was the perfect counterpoint to Ash, who usually quiet and reserved, keeping her thoughts and feelings to herself. Kate was the driving force behind their adventures, usually. She was bold and often rash, getting herself into situations the others needed to rescue her from. There was one little secret agenda hiding in the back of Ash's subconscious. Although she wasn't one hundred percent certain, she was sure that her two best friends had slept together at least once. Remembering the somewhat guilty and furtive looks Kate and Hunter had shared after the night the big storm rolled through and Ash hadn't been able to make it Hunters house, leaving them alone together. Throughout the years they had been friends the only times Kate and Ash fought was over Hunter. Since they were probably six or seven the girls had argued over who was going to marry him. He'd just been amused and befuddled by the whole thing. Until that night. The smug little smirk on Kate's face made it plain enough without his guilty look and the way he wouldn't meet her eyes for about a week. It had hurt, some. Ash had always been so careful and reserved around boys. She imagined she was "saving herself" for just the right boy and just the right time and often in her little late-night fantasies she had imagined Hunter in the role of being her very first. As a matter of fact, he was the subject looming large in her mind the very first time her hands had wandered down between her thighs under the covers, bringing herself to her very first orgasm. The second time had been Orlando Bloom, but that was something completely different. So despite her love for her best friend, Ash's secret hidden agenda for this last vacation together was to find a way to coax Hunter into her sleeping bag for her very first sexual experience. By this time she didn't even care if Kate found out. For that matter, she wouldn't have even cared if she was watching. But all she'd managed so far was a single kiss. They'd been hiking along the beach after a swim and Kate had gone back to the campsite for another bottle of water. Alone together for the first time, Ash took Hunter by the hand and drew him to her. He could feel her trembling through her nervous grip and that friendly smile crossed his lips, easing her heart. His big warm hand cupped the side of her face as he smiled, then slipped behind her neck as he kissed her. Even though she was eighteen, it was her first real kiss. The first kiss with a boy she really had feelings for. Her first kiss with someone she really wanted to give her virginity to. Ash felt her insides turn to liquid fire and she got so wet in her skimpy little bikini bottoms she thought for a moment she might have peed herself. Hunters hands wandered up and down her back, gripping her ribs just below her full firm breasts, making her nipples ache beneath the material. When his fingers toyed with the bow tying her top Ash felt a shiver run up and down her spine at the thought of him stripping her clothes off. She wanted so very badly to be naked before him. And with him. She wanted that perfect body and perfect smile and that perfect heart with her in all ways possible. A little moan of pleasure and need rumbled in her throat. Then Hunter jumped and cried "Ow! Bugger!" as he wrenched his lips away. One hand went to the back of his head. A small rock fell to the sand and a loud braying laugh broke the stillness of the moment. "Sprung!" cried Kate as she popped up from behind a rock. Adding her usual jibe she'd used since they were kids. "Give 'im a pash, Ash!" Scooping up the rock, Ash flung it back, missing her irritating friend by mere inches. She yelled her usual reply. "Stickybeak!" In mere instants, they had gone from eighteen to ten again. And the mood was broken. Two They'd lit a fire early in the evening to cook some supper and chase away the chill. The cool evening breeze came in quickly off of the water, blowing away the heat of the day. Kate, with her usual in-your-face way, stood there in front of the other two and stripped off her bikini and let it fall to the ground. A smirk on her lips as she stood there naked before them for just a moment before she pulled on her panties and shorts. Then she stretched with her hands held high up towards the sky. The movement pulled her own firm breasts and obviously hard little pink nipples high up her chest. Ash both loved and despised her friend for her brazen ways and she couldn't help admiring Kate's fine body. Kate was small and perfect in her eyes, as opposed to Ash with her height and athletic form. She looked more like a model boys would drool over in one of those trashy magazines. One boy at school had referred to Kate as "most fuckable" once when he thought Ash wasn't close enough to hear. Ash had punched him in the nose. But now as she gazed at her friend with a little blush high on her cheeks, she couldn't help but agree with the other boy's description. Kate was indeed beautiful. Even if she was so obviously flaunting herself in front of Hunter. A sigh from Hunter broke the silence. "Look at 'er." He muttered. "Grinnin' like a shot fox, just waiting for a perve..." He winked at Ash, turning his back to change his clothes. Then came the scream, making them all jump. It was shrill and cut off quickly. Moments later it was followed by a shout. Louder, deeper, definitely male and also quickly cut off. After their initial start, the three of them had frozen in place, listening for further sounds. Reflexively, Kate had pulled her hands over her tits. The sudden modesty showing what a lie her earlier boldness had been. She wore a momentary panicked look, then quickly scooped up her t-shirt and slid it over her head. Hunter jumped up and pulled his track pants up his legs, giving the girls a quick flash of his pale ass. Where she sat on her sleeping bag, Ash made a mad fumble to retie the top of her swim suit. Her trembling fingers turned it into a hopeless knot behind her neck. "W-what the fuck was that?" Hunter whispered tensely. Kate tried to cover her unease with a snarky laugh. "Someone having a naughty, I'll bet. Mebbe he's got a doozey doodle and she isn't keen on it!" "Kate!!" Ash hissed in annoyance. "Will you shut the fuck up? Someone might be hurt!" Both girls stared at the back of Hunter's head as he took a few steps and gazed into the darkness towards the ranger station. One finger came up unconsciously and pushed his glasses back up his nose as he glanced back. He opened his mouth to say something when another quick scream split the air, making them all jump again. If it weren't for the situation, the expression on his face would have been comical. "Shit! Let's go!" he cried and sprinted off into the darkness down the trail towards the ranger station and the source of the noise. The two girls stood there transfixed until Hunters white t-shirt almost disappeared before they took off after him. "Hunter! Wait!" Kate and Ash both called. With her long legs and the fact she ran almost daily, Ash could have caught up with the young man easily. But she also knew Kate wasn't as well equipped to run. Her shorter shapelier legs were easy on the eyes, but not as useful when it came to moving quickly. Torn between two courses of action, Ash grabbed Kate's hand and pulled her along as fast as her friend could go. They'd only managed to cover less than a hundred yards down the trail in the dark when a crashing through the bush ahead of them made them pause. Hunter came busting through running back in their direction. When he saw the two girls he shouted "Oh god! Run! Hide! Aaah!" Suddenly he pitched forward on his face in the dirt, unmoving. Kate and Ash, immobilized by shock, stared at Hunters body. Something small was sticking in his back. At first Ash thought it was a knife. Then she realized it was little and tubular with tiny fins on the sides. A... dart? No sooner did the thought cross her mind when it felt as if she'd been punched in the shoulder. Looking down she saw a similar dart sticking out of her skin. As if from a distance she heard a shrill scream erupt from Kate's lips. She caught a brief glimpse of the shadows of men in the darkness. Little more than shapes. Something green and glowing where their eyes should be. The ground came up to meet her and the world faded away into blackness. Three Ache. Head throbbing. Hot... sticky. The smell of oil and paint. A memory of panic. "Hunter!" Ash gasped awake. "Shush, love." He whispered. "I'm right here." His voice came from just behind her. The young girl struggled to clear her head and focus as she tried to turn towards the boys voice. There was a rattle of metal and a pull on her hands and ankles. To her dismay she saw steel handcuffs around her wrists. A chain went from the cuffs to a set of shackles around her ankles. The chain was just long enough to let her stand or sit and take short steps but not very far and not very fast. "Oh my god! What...?" Hunters lips were right behind her ear. "Shh.. shh.. shh... shh... shh... I don't think they know we are awake yet. Lower your voice." "Hunter, what's happening?" Ash whispered. "Dunno, love. Just woke up myself a moment or two ago. Kate's here beside me." Rolling over, Ash could see the girls frightened eyes peering over his shoulder. "Where..." "I think we're on a boat. Looks like one, anyway. Feels like one." His eyes wandered around. "In a cage on a boat, I think." True enough, sturdy iron bars about half an inch thick rose from the platform where the three of them lay, running in a square about eight feet on a side. A thick steel roof obscured the ceiling of the room they were in and a large section on one side looked just like the door in an old time jail cell. The room outside the cage was dimly lit but there were impressions of a large space. Some of it seemed to be filled with crates and boxes and pipes running here and there. The whole place rocked and shimmied slightly as if they were indeed in the cargo hold of a large boat. From the floor a deep rumbling vibration of the motors could be felt in their bones as easily as by their ears. The rumble was accompanied by other noises. Clanks and rattles and thuds. Footsteps on steel. Distant voices. A few moans and whimpers as well. They sounded closer. "Are there others?" "Think so. Sounds like more cages that way." Hunter jerked a thumb, making the cuffs around his own wrists rattle sharply. "What do you think they want?" Kate sounded almost close to hysteria. Hunter leaned over to the girl and pressed his forehead to hers. "We don't know, Katie. We need to stay calm and figure a way out of this, all right?" Sniffling back tears, she nodded jerkily. From somewhere else in the cavernous room a flurry of loud voices suddenly erupted. Shouts, pleas. Some plaintive and frightened, others angry. The way the room echoed it made all of them turn into a mush of sound but the gist of most of it was either "What do you want from us?" or "Let me out of here!" and "Answer me!" The three young captives in the cage huddled together in silence and waited. A man stepped from the gloom to the front of their cage. At least, they were pretty sure it was a man, anyway. He was dressed all in black tactical gear, like a special forces soldier or an officer on a SWAT team. Some sort of plastic mask covered the lower part of his face and black goggles obscured his eyes. A black nylon vest covered with pockets was strapped across his chest and held right in front of that vest was a wicked and very efficient looking machine gun on a sling. One hand held the grip below the barrel. The other held the pistol grip with his forefinger pressed just outside of the trigger guard. He was quite obviously ready to put a bullet in someone at a moments notice. He seemed to be staring at them, but with his face obscured they really couldn't tell where he was looking. He could have been staring at the pipes in the ceiling, for all they knew. Rather than shout questions as the others had done, they stared back silently. After a few seconds, the man nodded. His support hand left the stock of his weapon, reached up and touched something on the side of his head. The voice which came from the mask sounded tinny and mechanical as if the man were a robot instead of a human. All he said was "Tell him they are awake." With that he stalked off, the soft rubber soles of his boots making no noise at all against the steel of the deck. Struggling with the chains, Ash shifted around until she was seated on the platform, the others following suit until they sat more or less face to face. "Ash, what d'ya reckon?" Hunter asked quietly. "Army, maybe? Some weird terrorism drill thing?" The girl shook her head and frowned. "I... don't think so." "Are they going to kill us?" Kate, as usual, assumed the worst. Hunter raised an eyebrow at her and sighed. "Katy girl... it would really help right now if you just shut the fuck up." The little blond frowned back. It looked like she was trying to figure a way to move her restraints so she could punch him in the nose. The best she could do was to kick him in the ankle with her heel. "If they were just going to kill us..." Hunter continued, shifting on his bottom to keep his feet away from Kate. "They would have just done it on the island, I think. This is... something different. Bugger me if I know what, though." Ash almost giggled as the thought "Be careful what you wish for." went unbidden through her mind. It had to be the stress of the situation making her giddy. The dark haired girl looked at her friends and gazed down at the shackles locked on her wrists and ankles. It suddenly dawned on her that she was almost as wet in her bikini bottoms as she had been when Hunter kissed her. And apparently it wasn't the chill of the room which had her nipples crinkled up so hard. Her face flamed a deep red. She remembered some stories she'd read on the internet which had gotten her so hot before. The ones with the greatest impact always involved bondage and some form of slavery. And she also remembered the long email conversations with an older man whom she had never actually met. An author of several BDSM stories, she had reached out to him and together they had explored some of her deepest fantasies. Ash had told the man things she had never even admitted out loud to herself. Even though she was scared half out of her wits and frightened for herself and her two best friends in the world, Ashleigh MacCarron was more sexually excited at this moment than she had ever been before in her life. The little tremors running up and down her body and making goose bumps appear on her skin were almost enough to make her moan out loud. Kate had been looking at Ash with an almost knowing look on her face. She opened her mouth to say something when another babble of voices interrupted. Once again there were shouts and pleas which seemed to be coming closer as if someone were walking down the line of cages. Their view up that direction was blocked by a large wooden crate stenciled with words in a foreign language. All they could do was wait and listen in trepidation. If they lived through this... If they lived to be a hundred years old the three young captives believed they would never forget the sight of what came around the corner in that dark smelly cargo hold that day. The first was a young man. No more than twenty, perhaps. Long brown curly hair tied back in a pony tail dangling down his back. He was almost completely naked except for black running shoes and a leather harness that criss crossed his chest and waist. The lower part of the young mans face was covered by a leather gag which obscured his mouth. That and a steel collar around his neck. All three of their eyes widened at the sight. Not only because of his attire, or lack of it, but because he was completely erect. The mans hard prick bobbed out in front of his body, about seven inches long, each vein in his shaft showing and the tip of his cock was glistening like he'd been hard and wanting for quite some time. Despite their rather desperate situation, both Ash and Kate stared appreciatively. The almost naked young man had a perfectly muscled body. Not swelling and bulging, but very nicely formed as if he was a superb athlete. Hunter was trying his best to look appalled, but he was also unable to avert his gaze. For Ash, it was the closest she had come to seeing an actual man's prick in person. Kate whispered something under her breath. In his arms the young man carried a wooden chair with a curved back and padding on the seat and armrests. He bent and placed the chair on the floor facing their cage about five feet from the bars then knelt down next to it, facing back up the corridor. His palms went flat down on his upper thighs and he lowered his gaze to the steel deck. His hard prick twitched now and then as he knelt there silently. Hunter kept opening his mouth as if he were going to ask something and closing it again when he realized it was useless as the young man couldn't speak anyway. Long moments passed with the four of them frozen like a tableaux in a wax museum. Last Holiday Then another movement. Two young women walked into view. Asian. Japanese, maybe. Completely naked but for the matching steel collars around their necks. Without even the tiniest bit of modesty the leather harness the young man wore would have provided. Both were pretty with long black hair cascading down their backs. Tiny but pert breasts with very obviously erect nipples. Walking with their eyes down they never once glanced towards the cage as they knelt in perfect unison on each side of the chair and mimicked the young man, palms down on their thighs. "Fuck..." Hunter breathed, then closed his mouth with a snap. Once again, they waited. Finally after long moments another man came into view. He was dressed all in black like the guard who had come before. He might have even been the same man. They couldn't tell because he wore the same mask and goggles. The only difference was this one wasn't carrying a machine gun in his hands. Instead there was a large black pistol in a nylon holster at his hip. The three in the cage thought he might report again and then go, as the first man had done. He stood there silently staring at them, the small hiss of his breath behind the mask the only noise he made. The silence stretched until Ash thought she might scream. Kate made a little anxious noise in the back of her throat and Hunter shifted as if he might stand up and begin shouting. The man suddenly pivoted on one heel, startling them into inaction as he turned and sat in the chair. When he sat the young gagged man leaned over in front of him so he was on his hands and knees. The seated man lifted his feet and placed them across the mans strong muscled back. When those legs settled across his back the kneeling man let out a satisfied sigh through his nose, almost a moan of pleasure. His body shivered and as the three friends watched as a long string of precome dripped from the tip of his still erect cock and dripped onto the floor. The strangeness of the whole thing left them speechless. A sudden ripping noise brought them back to the moment. Hands in his lap, the man pulled open the velcro tabs on his gloves and tugged them off his hands. He handed them to the girl on his right who took them without a glance and placed them in her lap, fingers gripping them almost reverently. Reaching out to either side, he placed a hand behind the neck of each of the girls and caressed them. The two naked girls glanced at him from the corners of their dark little eyes, not daring to look at him directly. A glimmer of a proud smile stole briefly across their lips then as quickly disappeared. Hunter, Ash and Kate just stared silently. In all three of their minds was the phrase "What the fuck is going on here?" The mans strong fingers went to his neck and undid his helmet strap, removing it from his head. He looked right and left, then leaned over and set his helmet gently on top of the head of the girl on his left. It was obviously too big for her and almost covered her eyes. A flash of a grin across the girls lips and just the hint of a giggle escaped before she regained her composure and looked downward at the deck once more. One of the mans hands ran through a short brush of mostly gray hair covering his head before lifting the dark goggles and pulling them off. The three barely got a glance at his bright blue eyes before he also pulled the mask away from his face. Wiping his face with one hand, he turned and handed the mask and goggles to the girl who also held his gloves. "Sweet little Misaki." He said softly. "Take good care of my things." The girl almost smiled again, bowing her head. "Hai, Master-San." She murmured. With all of the build up, the mans face was almost a let down. Aside from all the tactical gear and his naked companions, the man looked... normal. Ordinary. Like... anybody you would see on the street and not pay a whole lot of attention to. Until he had you kidnapped and locked in a cage, anyway. Forty years old? Fifty? Sixty? It was hard to say. The most startling feature about him were his piercing blue eyes. They were bright and cold looking. Like staring at a glacier. His nose looked like it had been broken and poorly reset. His mouth was mostly hidden by a brushy mustache the same salt and pepper gray as his hair. While the three in the cage stared at him, he was staring back. "What..." began Hunter. "Where..." blurted Kate. "Why..." cried Ash. "Quiet!" His voice wasn't loud but it carried the crack of authority, cutting them all off in mid sentence. It was the voice of a man who was used to wielding power and being obeyed. That voice had the intended effect. Moving his feet to the floor, the man stood up. When he did, the young man kneeling in front of him sat up and leaned back slightly out of his way. "I just came down here to make sure you were who I wanted and that you were still alive in good shape. As for why you are here, I have had my men kidnap you for reasons of my own. One day you may or may not understand. But that doesn't matter. What is done is done and now you are mine." "In a few minutes my men will come and take you to more comfortable quarters. You will be given a shower, clean clothes and something to eat as well as a chance to use the bathroom. Do not fight them. Do not argue with them. Do not disobey them. If you do they will hurt you. If my men are forced to hurt you I will be very angry." He cocked his head to the side and looked at them from the corner of his eye, one eyebrow raised. "You do not want to make me angry. Trust me." On either side of him the girls eyes were wide. They looked at the three in the cage and shook their heads slightly. It was enough to get the message across. Taking his things from the girls, he replaced the mask and the goggles, then put the helmet back on his head, strapping it back down. "Come, children." The girls rose and trotted after him followed by the boy who picked the chair back up and trailed behind. All throughout the little scenario the naked lad never lost his erection. It pointed the way wherever he went as he disappeared around the corner. Then they were gone. And once again they were left sitting there staring at each other wondering if the entire world had just gone completely barking insane. "Kidnapped?" whispered Kate. "Why us? My family doesn't have any money! Yours do, but..." Hunter shook his head. "Not enough for this." The boy muttered. "My dad has maybe a hundred thousand. Ash's Dad is about the same. All this... the men and the boat and all... No." He shook his head again. "An operation this big would have to be for millions. If they took us for money they'd be idiots. And as strange as that man seemed, he didn't look like an idiot. It must be something else." If Ash had ever had any doubt about whether or not she was in love with the dark haired boy, his calm studied words swept them all away. He had to be almost as frightened and confused as she was. But his matter of fact analysis of the situation calmed the storm in her soul. Had she been here alone, she would have been hysterical with fear. But Hunter was here with her. And Kate too. Everything would be all right. Ash reached out and laid a hand on his firm bicep. "Thank you." she whispered. He turned and was going to say something when once again raised voices at the other end of the room interrupted. They waited and watched, wondering what was coming next. This time there were four of them, all dressed in the same black gear. One held a machine gun. Two of them held some strange red wands with forked tips and the fourth one held a handful of chains and shackles. It was difficult to tell which one of them spoke, but it seemed to be the man with the chains. "Stand up. Now." Deciding it was better to cooperate, they struggled to their feet. "You, boy. Come here. Hold out your hand." When he did so one of the men held the red wand out and touched the back of Hunters hand with the metal tips. There was an electrical sound and Hunter jumped back and yelled "Yow!! Fuck! That hurt!" "That was the lowest setting. If you disobey, we will punish you. If you disobey again, it will be higher. Do you understand?" "Yes! Yes! Shit..." Hunter nursed his hand and backed away from the door. The man with the chains pointed at Kate, then at a spot in front of the door. "You, girl. Come here." She shied back. "No! Please! Don't hurt me! I'll do whatever you want!" There was a sound like a sigh behind the mask. "Come here now, girl. I will not hurt you. But if I have to come in there and get you I will. I will hurt you and I will hurt your friends, too." He cocked his head in the direction they had come from. "If I have to hurt you it will make him very unhappy." He shook his head. "Trust me, kid. You don't want to make him unhappy." Once again he pointed to a spot just inside the cage door. "Come here now, girl." Sniveling and trembling with fear, Kate obeyed. A steel collar was put around her neck and it snapped closed with a very final and permanent sounding noise. "You, boy. You are next." The chain from the back of Kate's collar was about eighteen inches long connecting her to him. "Now you, girl." And another eighteen inches of chain from the back of Hunter to the collar around Ash's neck. When he was done he snapped a leash to the front of Kate's collar. "Now, come." The man with the lead was in front. The two with the shock wands alongside and the one with the machine gun brought up the rear. A couple of things became immediately obvious. One was the men had done this sort of thing before. By putting Kate, the shortest of the group in front, it helped slow down the pace of the taller ones, especially Ash with her long legs. The chain between the shackles on their ankles allowed only a short stride and by making them walk slowly it kept them from hurting themselves. And two they really were on a large ship and these men were professionals at what they did. Five more cages like theirs lined the side of the cargo bay, each containing three to five people. All of them were cuffed and shackled as Ash and her friends were. All of them were fairly young and attractive. One young pretty little blond gripped the bars of the first cage. "Where are they taking you?" she cried. Without thinking Ash replied "We don't know!" As soon as the words left her lips the prongs of the shock wand appeared an inch from her nose and the man with the leash barked "Quiet!!" He held up one finger in the air, then pointed at the cage. The tip of the wand swung from Ash's face and touched the blond in the cage on the upper thigh. Once again there was the electric zapping sound. The blond shrieked and fell to the floor. They continued their journey in silence after that. Out of the cargo hold and down corridors and around corners and even up one flight of stairs which was quite a challenge, shackled as they were. Finally in a narrow passageway they were halted in front of a row of small cubicles with cell doors. Each was tiny, little more than the size of a phone booth with a toilet and a shower head above. The chains connecting their collars were unclipped and each one was secured inside a separate cubicle. Reaching through the bars, the guards removed their restraints. "Strip. Now. Everything. Hand your clothes out the door." All three of them stood silently in defiance until he sighed and reached out a hand. One of the others placed a shock wand in his hand and he used the tip to point at them one after another. "You know what will happen. It will be a number two this time." He gave them one more second then pressed the middle button. An angry sounding vicious spark crackled across the tips of the wand. Cowed and shaking and burning bright red, all three of them turned their backs and stripped, tossing their clothing out of the cell door. One of the men collected their things in a bag and took it away. "You will wash now." Said the man. "Thoroughly. Every inch of your body will be clean. There is an electric razor in there that is waterproof. You will shave everything below your eyebrows. Arms. Legs. Underarms. Pubic area. All of it. You too, boy." The wand pointed at Hunter. He blushed a deeper red. "Get busy." Four One hour later found the three friends sitting alone again in a small cabin. It was more like a jail cell than anything else. Three mattresses with blankets lay along one wall on the steel deck. On the other side was a steel sink and a little shelf welded to the wall. In an alcove was a steel toilet and a tiny shower, affording them absolutely no privacy from their companions. Their hand and ankle cuffs had been replaced with smooth steel shackles which wouldn't abrade their skin as much with longer chains between them and the chain which had connected their wrists to their ankles had been removed. The collars remained around their necks and each of them had been given a gown, much like a medical shift, which opened on both sides with string ties to allow removal while still restrained. On Kate it went down to her mid thigh but on Ash's taller frame it barely covered the cheeks of her ass, leaving her uncomfortably exposed. It was the only clothing they had been allowed. In the cabin they had found three plastic trays with food. Chunky beef stew with potatoes. A small salad, green beans and a square of chocolate cake. A little soft plastic spoon which couldn't possibly be made into a weapon to eat with. At first they were a little dubious, but being teenagers they were ravenously hungry and it didn't take them long to devour everything on their trays and wish there were more. Although they were far from comfortable with their situation, the fact they were clean and dressed (such as it were) and had their bellies full of warm food got them all to relax just a little bit. Hunter had pushed all three mattresses together and they sat, leaning up against the wall and huddled together. As usual, Kate sat between her two taller friends. While they say they pondered discussed what was going on and shared ideas and theories, some more credible than others. But since they had absolutely no idea, it came to nothing more than a way to fill their time. Secretly, Ash was struggling with the fact the whole thing was keeping her on the edge of sexual excitement. The shackles and chains. Being forced to strip and bathe and shave her body. The collar. Being left almost naked in front of her friends. Being treated like a slave. Locked in a cage. Even though she was more frightened than she had ever been in her eighteen years, Ashleigh was also more turned on than she had ever been as well. Her nipples were hard and rubbing against the material of the thin cotton gown and her pussy was even wetter than it had been when Hunter kissed her the afternoon before. The only thing which kept her from being totally ashamed about her predicament was the glimpses she had of her friends and their reactions showed they were also struggling with some of the same feelings. Kate's hard nipples showed prominently through her own gown and Hunter constantly kept his hands over his crotch or kept his legs pulled up tight to his chest. Both girls had seen glimpses of his hard prick each time he shifted position, though. Just being this close to Hunter in this situation had Ash so horny she wanted to scream. Luckily, or unluckily depending on how you look at it, their escort showed up just in time to break their train of thought. This time it was just one of them with a handful of chains and a wand. "Stand up and get in line. He wants to see you." Once again they were chained together by the collars and leashed as he led them down a different passageway in the ship. As they neared a door they could hear a rhythmic noise and someone crying out. Their escort rapped on the door and the noise stopped but they could hear a woman sobbing. "Come!" He opened the door and led them inside. The cabin was spacious and paneled in dark wood. At first they didn't even notice the furnishings. All they noticed was a large leather chair with the man who seemed to be the boss sitting in it. He wasn't wearing his helmet and mask and such this time so they were able to identify him easily. Across his lap lay one of the japanese girls from earlier. Her head was down and she was crying softly. Her normally pale ass and upper thighs were all bright pink showing the many strikes of the mans palm against her skin. "Leave them." He said. "I'll be done in a moment." Their escort lined them up side by side and with a finger motion, had them all kneel down in place. "Stay." was all he said as he left the room. "Smack!" The boss's hand slapping the girls bottom again got their attention. The girl cried out. "Miss Yuiko here has been a naughty and clumsy girl." "Smack!" With each swat the girl cried out and kicked her feet. "Broken one of my china teacups with her clumsiness." "Smack!" "The set was a hundred years old." "Smack!" "The only reason she is getting two dozen swats instead of a hundred..." "Smack!" "Is that she was brave and smart enough to tell me the truth." With that he laid his hand gently on her flaming bottom and stroked it softly while she whimpered and shivered under his touch. Looking up at the three wide-eyed newcomers he added "I value bravery and honesty." "Get up, Yuiko." The girl rose from his lap then went to her knees in front of him, bowing her head almost to the floor. From their position they could see her entire ass and part of her thighs were now all bright red with his hand prints. "I am very sorry, Master-San." The girl said. "P-please forgive me." He reached down a hand and touched her head. "Forgiven, love. Go to the corner. Position two." "Hai, Master-San." The girl said as she rose. "Thank you, Sir. I... I love you." Ash, Kate and Hunters eyes went wide at her words and they watched as the girl went to a corner of the room and knelt down with her forehead touching the wall and her hands behind her back. She... loves him? Confusion whirled around and around in their heads. A chuckle broke the silence once again. "Confusing, isn't it?" The boss said. Three sets of eyes turned back towards him and widened anew. None of them had even noticed the other little asian girl or the young man kneeling on either side of his chair, so intent they had been on watching the first girl getting spanked. Both were naked, wearing only their steel collars. The young man had lost both his harness, his gag and his erection but the prick dangling down towards the floor was still about six inches long and quite fat even while soft. "Almost exactly one year ago Yuiko and Misaki were kneeling right where you are now. They were frightened and confused, as you are. I'd taken them only the day before and they thought they were going to be killed. Or worse." "Just now you heard my little Yui say she loved me. Was that really true, my pet?" he asked, raising his voice a little. "Do you really love me, girl?" "Hai, Master-San." Replied the kneeling girl from her position in the corner. "I love you and I could never leave you, Sir. I would be nothing without you." The man put a hand on his chest in reply. "And I without you, my sweet." "When I took her, Yuiko was in her second year of a surgical residency. She was a talented and excellent surgeon and could have quickly become the top in her field. Those little hands of hers can do wonderful things..." He mused for a moment. "Of course she is much better with a scalpel than with chinaware, obviously." He chuckled once then looked to his side at the other girl. "And my sweet Misaki. A newly promoted Lieutenant with the police department in... where? Karakura, wasn't it? So very proud of her promotion and on her first vacation in years." The girl looked at him out of the corner of her eye, bowing just a little and blushing. "What would it have done for your career if you had captured as desperate a criminal as I, love?" The girl almost grinned and blushed again. Last Holiday "Superintendent at least, Master-San. Would have made me the big boss." "Will you go back to chasing criminals, Misaki? If I freed you today would you bring your men after me?" "No, Master-San. I would not. Just by myself." "Why is that, dear?" "I would chase you down and beg you to take me back, Master." Before he could ask the inevitable next question she added "Because I love you, Sir." His gaze went to the naked boy on his other side. "And then there's my Richie." He glanced at the three kneeling captives whose face wore several different expressions of wonder and confusion. "Sir Richard Sherlock Cavendish Mountbatten-Windsor, late of London and New York, to be precise. You may have read about his disappearance and the subsequent search and rescue mission when his yacht was found mysteriously abandoned in the middle of the ocean. And now..." He waved a hand dismissively. "No more yacht. No more castles or mansions. No more servants. No more champagne and caviar. Do you miss all of that, Richie? Lord Richard?" The boy leaned forward slightly, lowering his head. "No, Master. I am Lord Richard no more. I am your pet boy. Just Richie and much happier for it." He glanced sideways. "I never want to be anything else, my Master. I love you." The man in the chair chuckled. "And I love you, pet boy. I love Misaki and Yuiko too and I would be lost without any of you." His gaze returned again to the newest captives. "Still confused? Let me clear some of it away, then. At different times I have sent my men out to find me certain things and being the professionals they are, they have never disappointed me. I targeted certain people and they were brought to me as you were. First Yui and Misa then Richie. They have been trained to be my personal servants. My companions, servants, assistants, play toys and bed partners." Three sets of eyes went wide again, glancing back and forth at the naked people in the room. "Now very soon you three will join their ranks as my pets. It seems as while these three are the very best pets a man could ask for I am a bit greedy and want more. I'm thinking you three will fill that need quite nicely." Instantly there was a babble of voices raised in protest. "I don't want..." "I can't..." "I'm not like that..." "I could never..." "Please don't..." "You can't..." "I want to go home!" Kate, of all the three, sounded the closest to hysteria and tears. "Quiet!" Once again, his voice wasn't loud but it carried a tone that both demanded and got obedience. The man rose from his chair, pacing back and forth in front of them. "I was not asking your permission. I was not asking you politely to pretty please come and be my slaves. I was not inquiring as to your sexual preferences, what your parents will and will not allow you to do and what your plans for the future were." He stopped and stared down at them, frowning with his hands on his hips. "What I was doing was telling you what has happened." He shook his head. "It is done. You have been taken and you are now mine and there is nothing you can do about it. I am going to mold you into obedient and enjoyable play toys whether you like it or not. To repeat the old saying, this is the first day of the rest of your life and this..." He waved a hand around, encompassing his three naked pets "This is what the rest of your life looks like. Get used to it." There was a bit of a sunned silence as his words sunk in. "Ummm... excuse me?" Ash felt kind of like a fool raising her hand to get his attention. One because the cuffs made her raise both hands and two it made her feel like an errant schoolgirl in front of the headmaster. "Isn't there something can be done?" He raised an eyebrow at her temerity. "Lesson one, children." His voice sounded slightly aggravated. "If you wish to speak you will always refer to me as Sir or Master. A polite and respectful tone at all times and you will always wait for permission to speak. Make sure you learn that lesson quickly, miss Ashleigh Crystal MacCarron." Ash gasped. "Y-you know..." A pointed finger in her face brought her to an abrupt halt. "Remember what I just told you, girl." A hot flash of mixed shame and desire ran through her body. "Y-yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir." The pointing finger moved to the other two. "Katherine Marie Winsdale." A gasp from Kate. "Brian Hunter Beckett." Hunter seemed more alarmed than surprised. "Do you really think..." He added as he sat back down in his chair "That I would just grab three random people and hope they turned out what I wanted them to be? Don't be stupid. I have been watching you for several years, just waiting for the right time. And that time is now." His fist pounded down lightly on the leather arm of his chair. "We have five more days until we reach port. But your training will start first thing in the morning. My facilities on this boat aren't much, but we will make do with what we have. I suggest you get some sleep." He turned his head and looked directly at Ash. "And in answer to your question, dear. No. There's nothing to be done. It is done." He hadn't made a move or gesture they had noticed but when he finished speaking their escort came in, clipped the leash to Kate's collar and said "Come." Silently, they allowed him to lead them back to their cell. Five It had taken several hours for them to calm down again once they'd been returned to the room where they were being held. Hunter had thrown his tray of food against the wall only to have the door opened immediately by a guard with a wand. "Clean that up, boy. Now. You'll not get another." Afterward the girls had shared their supper with him over his protests. He was deeply ashamed by their sacrifice and the weakness his anger had shown and he was silent for a long time. Finally exhausted by the emotions, they huddled down together on the mattresses, pulling the thin blankets over their bodies. They lay each silently wrestling with their own thoughts. For Ash it was quite a struggle indeed. She loved her life before this happened. Her friends. Her horses and her dogs, even if they were constantly chewing up her shoes. Her father's station and her chores. Water polo. Running the track at school. Even the thought of another four years at Uni to get her degree looked good compared to what her life had suddenly become. Being taken. Enslaved. Chained up and confined, unable to be free. It was almost the epitome of her worst nightmares come true. To be forced to... with him? He's old... and scary and not at all pretty and never in her wildest had she ever considered doing... that... with... someone like him. But on the other hand... Being taken. Enslaved. Chained up and confined, unable to be free. Being forced to... with a man like him... It was her deepest darkest fantasy come true. Laying as she was with her back pressed up against Kate's warm body she had to fight to keep her hips still and her thighs clamped tightly together. Several times during the meeting with their... Master... even thinking the word out loud shook her deeply... she'd had to bite her lips to keep from moaning out loud. Especially when he'd been spanking that little japanese girl. With each impact of his palm on her flesh Ash had imagined herself laying over his lap. She'd very nearly come right then and there, much to her chagrin. Even now she was so horny she could almost scream. Slipping from under the covers Ash went and sat on the toilet. She told herself it was contact with the cold metal seat which made her shiver all over but even peeing and the touch when she cleaned herself up at the sink was almost more than she could bear. She had to. Now. Before she ran out of time. "Hunter..." She whispered softly as she slid up behind him and flipped the blanket over her. "Mmm? Ash? What is it?" "Sssshhhh... I need to... talk to you." He rolled over until they were face to face. One of her hands caressed his cheek as she flashed back to their kiss. A day ago? It seemed like ages. She wished now she had gotten brave sooner. Much braver. And much sooner. "What's wrong?" "I've... never... ummm... I wanted you to... oooohhh, fuck..." She stammered. "I'm such a wuss..." Her face burned a bright red, even if he couldn't see it in the dim room. "I don't understand, luv. A wuss about what?" Kate's face popped up over his shoulder, eyes peeping at the both of them. "She never has, ya lummox. Wants you to be her first before he does it." Ash was so embarrassed she thought she would shrivel up and die right there. She rolled away from Hunter and his hand came down on her shoulder. He tried to hug her and the chains between his manacles brought him up short. "Shit..." he muttered. "Fuck these things. Here..." He brought his hands up, slipping the chain over Ash's head and pulled her back into his chest. A little sob escaped her lips but at the same time she was completely aware of his strong beautiful body pressing up behind her. Hunter pressed his face into her hair and nuzzled the back of her neck. His lips came up right next to her ear and he whispered very softly. "If we're telling the truth here, I wanted to be your first, too. Wanted that forever. Your first and your second and your third..." The girl shivered hard hearing those words coming from his lips. "Quite romantic." Said Kate in a somewhat sarcastic tone. Both Hunter and Ash had the urge to say "Kate, shut the fuck up." But before they could say anything the girl crawled out from under the covers and came around the other side. She leaned down close and said "If you want to do this, I don't think we have much time." She kissed her brunette friend on the temple. "Make your first time as special as you can, love." She whispered. "Don't give him that pleasure. Here..." Her hand hooked behind her friend's top leg and bent her knee forward. Reaching under the covers, she pulled the back of Ash's gown up to the small of her back, baring her bottom to Hunter. Then she slipped her hand down between their bodies. Hunter let out a sigh and a small groan. "Katie..." Hunter said. "What are you doing?" "Helping you, stupid." She hissed. "Now shut up and move down a little." It was difficult working with her hands shackled, but the little blond pushed and pulled and nudged her friends bodies until she managed to bring the tip of Hunters hard prick right up to the entrance of Ash's virginal pussy. "Now you go slow Hunter Beckett. Nice and slow and make her first time wonderful. If you get in a rush and hurt her, I'll tear your balls off." The other two were momentarily startled by both the tenderness and ferocity of her words but quickly lost in the other sensations. Kate kept her hand in between them wrapped around the shaft of the boys hard prick as it slid inside the softly gasping girls pussy a fraction of an inch at a time. Only when he pressed his belly into Ash's full bottom did she pull away as the last inch slid in to fill her completely. Two satisfied groans filled the sound in the room and a third sound came from the blonds lips as she realized how horny she was herself. Other than internet porn, Kate had never actually watched two people having sex before and watching her two best friends making love filled her with a blaze of need that was quite startling. "Oh, fuck me..." Both girls whispered simultaneously, though with much different meanings. The little blond lay down and looked up into her friends face as Hunter slowly pumped into her body. She knew how good his prick felt. Just the once, unfortunately. In retrospect, she wish he'd been her first as well. Things might have turned out much better. But for now she was enjoying the look on Ash's face as she experienced, and apparently was thoroughly enjoying, her first fuck. Idly, Kate wished there was another boy in the room so she could have some fun at the same time. As there was nobody else to fill her need, Kate hiked up the front of her gown and her fingers slowly rubbed her own pussy. She'd grown quickly wet and one slim finger slid up inside, adding her groans to the sounds in the room. A touch on her upper thigh distracted Kate momentarily. In an unconscious attempt to draw Hunter deeper into her body, the taller brunette had moved her legs further apart and her knee was rubbing up and down Kate's thigh. Taking advantage of the moment, Kate drew the knee up further until the top of her friends knee was rubbing against her needy little slit. Even if Ash wasn't aware of doing it, the fact she was rubbing Kate's pussy brought her quickly to the edge and she clamped her lips shut and moaned as she came. Without really thinking but trying to return the favor, Kate slipped her hand between Ash's thighs. She cupped her friends pussy with her fingers also feeling Hunter's big cock as it slowly pumped in and out. The extra sensation took Ash right to the brink and she moaned and bucked and came hard with the help of her best friends in the world. After all, what were friends for? In Between Two pairs of eyes were watching the video monitor. Two pairs of lips wore amused smiles as they watched the captives writhing together on the floor of their cell. One of them lifted his arm, glancing at his wristwatch. "Almost to the minute. He can really call it." The other one nodded, then shook his head. "He does love his games. When, do ya reckon?" "Another five minutes. Give 'em another five minutes of happiness. Then bring them in." "Sure glad I'm not in their shoes." "Me too, brother." Six They stood in silence and misery and fear and waited. The guards had rousted them suddenly from their post sexual doze and marched them down the passageway into a dimly lit room. The only light shown down directly in the center, leaving the rest of the space in darkness. Their collars and wrist shackles were attached to metal bars which hung from the ceiling by chains, leaving their hands shoulder high like hanging stocks. Metal bars about three feet long replaced the chains between their ankles, spreading their feet wide apart. As a final insult, the last guard to leave had undone the ties on their gowns and stripped them off, leaving them naked. The room grew quiet as the door closed. After a few moments, Hunter spoke quietly. "Ash..." She turned her head the best she could and looked at him. "If.. this is about... what we just did... I don't regret it one bit. It was what I wanted, too. And if I can, I'll take full responsibility." "How very noble." The Masters voice from the back of the room startled them all. Nobody had heard the door open or noticed anybody lurking in the shadows. It was if he had suddenly just appeared from thin air behind them and they all tried vainly to see where he was. It didn't take them long to discern his location as one hand gripped Hunters ear and twisted it cruelly, making the boy cry out. "You took something that belonged to me, boy." He hissed into the painfully twisted ear. "You took something without permission and you will regret it dearly." The fingers released their grip just as suddenly as he grabbed a handful of Kate's blond hair, jerking her head back while she cried out in fear. "You helped him do it. And you played with your pussy without permission. That is a cardinal crime, little girl. A mistake you won't be making again any time soon, I'm sure. And you..." Releasing Kate he stepped over and grabbed a handful of Ash's long dark hair, pulling her head back to growl in her ear. "You gave away something which belonged to me. You belong to me. Your pussy belongs to me. Your ass belongs to me. Your mouth belongs to me. And only to me." He released her with a little shove, rocking her head forward. "Perhaps I didn't make myself clear. So I will be as explicit as possible." The Master paced back and forth behind them as he spoke. "I have taken you and now you belong to me. You are all my property to do with as I wish. I own you." "I have told you what your future holds. You are to be my personal servants. My play toys. Your only goal for the rest of your lives will be to please me in any way possible. In and out of my bed. If I just want your hands, they are mine to demand. If I want your mouth, you will use it willingly. If I want your pussy or your cock, they are mine for the taking. And if I demand your tight little ass, which I will quite often, you will stick your butt in the air and beg me to take it." Three sets of ass cheeks tightened up at the thought. "What is more, any sexual pleasure you may have from now on is totally at my discretion. You will not be allowed to reach orgasm without permission. The only time you are allowed to touch yourselves is to bathe, shave or use the bathroom." "Any disobedience will be dealt with severely. As you are about to discover, the full measure of my displeasure is something you do not wish to experience often." Walking around in front, he grabbed Ash roughly by the chin, staring into her frightened eyes. "Tell me you understand, girl." "I... I un-understand..." He frowned. "Yes Master, I understand. I am yours, Sir." The tall slender brunette could feel tears welling up in her eyes and she blinked rapidly. "Y-yes M-master, I... I understand. I... I am y-yours, S-sir." It both shamed and excited her to be the first one to say those words... especially that one word... out loud. When he released her with a softly spoken "Good girl." she lowered her head and wept. Hunter refused to meet his eyes. He didn't want to show how frightened he was. Not in front of this man and especially not in front of the girls. But he couldn't stop his body from trembling and that made him deeply ashamed. He was determined however to do anything and everything he could to resist. What he didn't count on was how fast and how evil the Master could be. The Master knew Hunter was going to be the hardest one to crack. Even more so in front of the girls. But he was smart and experienced in breaking boys. One large rough hand snaked out and grabbed Hunters balls, pulling upwards and squeezing just on the edge of hurting him. Hunter lifted his head and yelled, more in surprise than pain. The Master's other hand grabbed his chin and stared into his frightened eyes, keeping a firm grip. "Your cock is mine, boy. Say it." The voice was even and relentless. "N-no! I w... Aaaahhh!" Just a slight amount of pressure sent him right up on tiptoes. "Your cock is mine, boy. Say it." The pressure eased slightly. "Oh fuck... please... Aaaahhh!" Back on his tiptoes with another squeeze. "P-please, Master!" Eased off once more. "You have something to say, boy?" The lads face was burning red and mottled white with tears beginning to leak from the corners of his eyes. "Ohhh please.." He mewled. "M... m-my c-cock is yours, M-master." "Your ass is mine." "Oh god... no..." A little twitch of the unrelenting grip and he squeaked and shouted. "My ass is yours, Master! Please...! Oh fuck..." Before he knew what was happening the hand on his chin shifted to the back of his neck and the Master leaned in and kissed him full on the lips, tongue slithering partially into his surprised mouth before he pulled away and murmured "Good boy." Kate recoiled as far as she could before the Master could even reach for her. She struggled backwards, making the chains rattle as she shrieked "Please don't hurt me! Please! I am yours, Master! Please!" He stood silently for a moment, head cocked to one side as his eyes bored straight through her. "Who does your mouth belong to, girl?" "M-my mouth is yours, Master. Only for you." "Who can use your pussy?" "Only y-you, Master. My p-pussy is yours." "And if I want your ass?" "I... oooohhh god... I..." She struggled to remember his words, her face burning red. "I'll s-stick my butt in t-the air and b-beg you to take it, M-master."