The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The outside world came and went, fading in and fading out, but never quite coming into focus.

Finally I opened my eyes to see I was in a room. It was a strange room, like, old fashioned or something. The ceiling was heavily plastered and a chunk of plaster had fallen away leaving a white patch against the turquoise painted whole.

I turned my head to see that the walls were that same turquoise color, except one, which was bright yellow. There was a calendar hanging on the wall with a picture of the pope, I noticed it was from two thousand three. On the other wall there was a crucifix with a dead Jesus hanging on it.

The furniture was minimal too. A bed, a wooded chair that had seen better days and an antique chest of drawers.

I sat up in the bed and it squeaked. My vision swam a little so I stayed put for a few minutes to let my head clear.

Finally I felt like I could risk standing. It was a close thing, but I steadied myself by grabbing hold of the headboard.

Looking down at myself and noticed I was wearing the same clothes I had worn to Albert’s and then to Sandy’s party.

On top of the chest of drawers I found my wallet, keys and watch. My money, credit cards and ID were all inside my wallet. So whatever had happened to me it wasn’t a robbery.

I had no idea where I was or how I had gotten here.

Opening the door I found myself looking into a wide room with a metal dining table and an old couch, tile floors of a black and white checker pattern. The walls were a strong raspberry color.

Two men were sitting at the table talking and there was one by the front door with an Uzi.

“Well, sleeping beauty has arisen.” said one of the men at the table.

I recognized him. “Rodriguez?”

“Ah, Sandra must have told you my name. José Antonio Rodriguez y Santamoya at your service.”

“My service.” I harrumphed. “Right.”

“It is an expression. It is just good manners. Do not read too much into it.”

“I’m disappointed. I was going to send you out for a vanilla latte.”

“You will remain disappointed. I’m afraid there is no Starbuck’s for a thousand miles.”

“Where are we?”

“We are in the village where I grew up. Far from the United States and far for any help for you. You are the guest of my family and you will remain here until you tell me what I want to know.”

“Which is?”

“You did something at Ms. Morton’s home. Somehow you were able to control dear Sandra, and Sandra is not one to be controlled. I need this ability Mr. Williams.”

I was definitely in a tough spot. I couldn’t tell this guy the truth, he was the type that would just kill me and then hunt down every slaver until he found one who would knuckle under and do his bidding.

“Good gravy man, all you had to do was ask. It’s no secret, she just kinda fell for me.”

“I do not think so Mr. Williams. You see, I know that she had you taken into her special brainwashing room and had you strapped down and drugged. What I do not understand is how you turned the tables on her.”

This guy knew a lot about Sandy’s activities inside her own house. He knew what happened in the processing room before Sandy came in but not after. It must have been the doctor or one of the guards, and Sandy thought they were her loyal servants.

“And then there is this.” he continued as he held up one of my cards. “[email protected]? An interesting email address Mr. Williams.”

I shrugged. “Believe what you want, there’s nothing to tell.”

He stood. “You had better think of something to say. I am here with my family until tomorrow morning, if by then you have not told me what I want to hear you will most certainly die.

“Ivan!” He said to the man by the door. “Asegurase que se queda en el cuarto. Si decida que quiere hablar manda decirme en la casa de tía Consuelo.”

The man with the Uzi motioned for me to return to the bedroom and closed the door behind me.

I sat on the bed and tried to think. No one knew where I was, there would be no cavalry. I had to find a way to get out of this on my own.

Wait a minute. Larry said that slaves always seem to know which direction to go to find their master, and Julie found me after her former Master died. They just needed to know to look for me. A few of my slaves could triangulate my position.

I thought about exactly what I wanted to communicate.

Ok. Here goes nothing.

I focused on pushing my thoughts to Casey. Casey. I have been kidnapped. I am somewhere south of the Mexican border. Contact Larry. Use your sense of where I am to find me. They will kill me tomorrow morning if I don’t get away.

I immediately tried to listen to Casey’s thoughts. ...my god. Master is in trouble. I need to call Larry. I need to tell Adiva and Stefani.

Ok. I thought to myself. Message received. I just don’t know if they can get here in time.

I lay down on the bed. Checking my watch I saw that it was eleven fourteen am, of course that was in the Pacific time zone, I had no idea which time zone I was in now, it seemed later though. My stomach rumbled and I realized I hadn’t eaten for about twenty hours.

The time passed as I meditated on my situation. As far as I could tell I had done everything within my power to secure my freedom.

After about an hour the door opened and the tough guy with the gun looked in. Satisfied I was harmless he stepped aside and permitted a beautiful latina woman in her early twenties to enter carrying a tray of food. I could not believe it. Rodriguez must think that whatever I do takes a lot of time like hypnosis. I could make this girl my slave and I would have an ally right here!

I waited until she was setting the tray on the table and enslaved her. I knew I couldn’t give verbal instructions so this would be a test of my mental communication capabilities. You are my loyal slave now. You must pretend that nothing has changed. Be ready to receive additional instructions later. Now wake up and continue what you were doing.

Fortunately it takes much less time to think something than it does to say it out loud. She only hesitated a second or two. As she woke she glanced sharply in my direction. I was careful not to move or acknowledge her in any way. She straightened and left the room.

Yes! Now to tune in and find out what she was thinking.

Mi Dueño necesita ayuda. Espero que me dice pronto qué tengo que hacer. No sé qué debo hacer.

Crap! Spanish! I never thought I would need to understand Spanish to be able to communicate telepathically with someone. I had to think. She apparently got the gist of the commands I gave her when I enslaved her. Maybe she was bilingual. Try to think in English. Think of your name.

My name is Rosa Susana Rodriguez Santamoya.

Those last two were the same as Rodriguez. She might be a sister.

Think of how many men guard this place.

Two and three is five, and four at the warehouse is nine, and six at the road. That is fifteen. Am I going crazy. Why am I counting the guards?

Rosa. You must understand that your master is sending thoughts into your mind. You must help me escape tonight.

My Master is talking to me in my mind! How wonderful. Now he will tell me what I should do.

Rosa, understand that I can also hear your thoughts when I am listening, and I am listening now.

Master, I love you! What must I do?

You must help me escape. I don’t know how. Use your best judgment. Find a way. Just get me out of here and hide me until help arrives.

I don’t know what to do! But I will try.

I tuned out and started eating my meal. My appetite had improved dramatically in the last few minutes.

Rodriguez came again sometime after nine o’clock that night.

“There is no need for you to die Mr. Williams. Why do you not simply tell me what I want to know?”

“There’s nothing to tell. Don’t you think that if I had the information that would save my life I would give it to you?”

“We will see. You have until morning.”

A little after midnight Rosa opened the door to my little prison and threw me a Dallas Cowboys sweatshirt. Apparently we were at a fairly high altitude and it was chili here at night.

The guards were asleep. She had brought them coffee laced with sleeping pills earlier.

We slipped out of the house and she led me to a small dirt path which we followed downhill to a dirt road.

“We are beyond the guards now but we must get farther away. A kilometer ahead there is a good place to hide, we can stop and wait there. My sister Elena will be driving to town in the morning early. I will stop her and we will take her car.”

She showed me a pistol. Apparently Elena might not cooperate willingly. I would love to be farther away by then but it sounded like Rosa had thought this out with some thoroughness.

“Do you know how to use that?”

“Yes, because of my brother Jose’s business we all learn to use weapons at an early age, just as we learn English.”

“Good.”

We made our way as quickly and quietly as we could to her designated hidey hole and settled in.

“Thank you for helping me Master.”

I was surprised at the comment. “What do you mean Rosa? I should be thanking you for helping me.”

“I have been wanting to leave this place for a long time. I do not like my brother’s business and I have seen how he and his men treat the other girls from the village, they are nothing but whores for them. But they protect my sister and I as if we would break at the slightest touch. We can go no place and see no one unless accompanied by one of my brother’s men. They know they cannot touch us or my brother would kill them. My brother keeps telling us that he will find suitable husbands for us but he has been saying that for years and we are still here.”

“So you and your sister have never been with a man?”

“No, and the way things are going we are not likely to… well, maybe now I will.”

“Does your sister feel the same way as you?”

“Yes, that is why she agreed to help us.”

“You told her?”

“Yes. Do not worry, she can be trusted. This,” she said holding up the pistol again “is for her guard.”

“So where are we exactly?”

“Pueblito del Valle de los Zorros. About a two hour drive to Los Mochis.”

At my blank look she continued. “About four hours from Mazatlan but that is toward the south. We need to go north to the United States of North America.”

“Actually, going south might be better. They won’t expect me to go south.”

“Yes, that is a good idea. We will go to Mazatlan. There is an airport there.”

“So what time zone are we in?”

“It is what you would call Central. It is now one thirty seven at night.” she said looking at her own watch.

I looked at my watch, eleven thirty five. Ok synchronize watches.

“What time will your sister be by?”

“About six am.”

“We have a long wait.”

“Yes. But I can think of something we can do to pass the time.” she said with a mischevious smile.

She had a beautiful smile. I took a moment to soak it in. She was fairly short, about five two, with the typical mexican features of long brown hair, dark skin and dark eyes.

I placed my hand against her cheek. “Yes. I think we have time for that.”

“Thank you Master. I have been thinking of it all day. I want it so badly.”

We were hiding under a large fir tree, the bows spread out and almost touched the ground but near the trunk there was an open space, not quite enough to stand up but plenty for hiding and for other activities. The ground was covered with a spongy layer of dead pine needles, not soft on the skin but a nice cushion.

I took off my sweatshirt and laid it out on the pine needles. She did the same with her coat. Together they made a soft bed for one person, or for two if one was on top.

It was a little chili out but under the bows of the tree there was no breeze.

I pulled her to me and kissed her with passion. She moaned with pleasure.

“No noise tonight amor. We can’t afford to be found.”

She nodded in agreement but I decided to make it a command. Rosa, you will not be able to speak or make any noise until we are finished making love.

I unbuttoned her blouse and opened it to reveal her very generous tit flesh, they weren’t huge but they were large for her frame. I removed the blouse and reached around to unfasten her bra. As I removed it I swear her breasts actually raised up, the bra was holding them down.

“These are magnificent.” I said quietly. She beamed as if I had told her she’d won the lottery.

I don’t know if it was the cold air or her arousal but her nipples jutted out and her small brown areolas puckered. I cupped her breasts in my two hands and caressed her nipples. She bit her lip and started breathing deeply.

She was wearing comfortable jeans and running shoes, Nikes, one of the benefits of having a rich brother I assumed.

I guided her to sit down on the coats and removed her shoes, socks and then her pants. All she had left on her body was white cotton underwear. Laying there in that dark place with a little moonlight filtering through the tree those white undies seemed to glow against her dark skin. It was a nice effect, but it didn’t last long. I grabbed the underwear and she raised her butt allowing me to pull them off.

Now it was my turn. Shirt, shoes, pants, underwear, all came off in less than a minute.

As I lowered myself on top of her body I noticed she had goosebumps and her skin was already cool to the touch from the cold temperature. We needed some strenuous activity to build up some body heat.

First I wanted to spend some time with those wonderful titties. I took one into my mouth and explored all around the areola and nipple. Her hands wrapped around the back of my head and pressed my mouth into her tit. After a minute or so she started moving her hips, knowing there was something lacking in the nether regions. I switched to the other breast and repeated the work I had done on the first.

She was getting pretty hot when I made her sit up. I came up onto my knees and presented my cock to her. She looked at me with a question in her eyes.

Take my penis into your mouth and suck it.

Her eyes widened and she looked at it again.

You find it very desirable. When you have it in your mouth it will be the best thing you ever tasted.

She placed her hand on it experimentally and drew closer to put her lips over the tip and let her tongue touch it. She pulled away and looked up at me with a big smile, then dove back down and engulfed my hard member in her hot mouth.

Careful, no teeth. While you do this you will have no gag reflex, you will not choke when my cock comes into contact with your throat and when it does touch your throat it will make you very aroused.

She suckled experimentally for a while and I put my hand behind her head and pushed my cock down her throat. I removed my hand and she pulled away momentarily before plunging back in, wrapping her arms around my waist and taking me all the way in. She stayed that way for a long time, I was starting to worry that she might suffocate for the pleasure it was causing her. Then she pulled away took two deep breaths and went right back to deep throating me. I could feel her throat massaging my member.

After a few minutes of this I decided it was time for the real thing. I pulled my dick out of her mouth and she resisted. Pulling me back to her and reaching for my cock with her mouth, all the while breathing like she’d been underwater for three minutes.

“Wait Rosa. There is more to this than sucking my cock.”

She relinquished her hold on me and I laid her on her back. Lowering myself between her legs I brought the tip of my rod into contact with her pussy lips and started rubbing it up and down on her clit.

Her torso was too short for me to reach her tits in this position so I focused on my cock. She was still breathing hard so I decided to listen to her thoughts.

So good. Unbelievable. I loved having him in my throat but this is just as good. Please God don’t let this stop. I had no idea it might be like this. To listen to the old married women talk it is no fun at all. They must be doing it wrong.

Ok. Moment of truth. “Are you ready?”

She nodded vigorously.

I didn’t put any restrictions on her orgasms. I figured a virgin’s first time should be special.

I let the end of my dick enter her vagina and bottom out against her hymen. Oh yeah, she had a hymen and it felt pretty sturdy too. I pushed a little and she tensed. So I pulled out and started stroking again, only now I was stroking up against her clit and then down to ram into her hymen. She was the castle door and I was the battering ram.

I listened to her again. Oh it is so good. It hurts a little when he enters me but it’s worth it. Oh I could do this all night.

Alright, time to get serious about this.

I slammed myself forward hard and felt something inside her give way. My cock sank to the hilts and Rosa began to buck and convulse out of control. I felt those internal muscles clamp down hard. Her mouth opened wide as if to scream but fortunately nothing came out. Her eyes alternated between wide open and shut tightly. Finally all movement stopped.

She was still breathing deeply but she was not conscious at all.

I was breathing a little hard myself, that had been a lot of work.

I just laid on top of her for a few minutes resting. Then I rolled her up on top of me with my cock still inside her. I figured she could help keep me warm while I waited for her to wake up. I reached over and grabbed her blouse which fortunately was nearby and spread it over her back.

We laid there like that for a good twenty minutes and she started to stir.

Rosa. You will not pass out until I have my orgasm. You can have your orgasms but you will not lose consciousness.

She opened her eyes and raise up to look at my face. Opening her mouth to say something she was surprised when nothing came out.

I put my finger to her lips. “Don’t try to talk yet. You’ve had your fun but I haven’t had mine yet.”

She got a hurt look on her face.

“Don’t worry, that’s the way I wanted it. But now it’s your turn to please me, ok?”

She nodded.

“Ok. Now sit up.”

She did and I felt her pussy muscles squeeze me. She gasped.

“Did you like that?”

She nodded.

“Good. Now raise up but don’t let my cock come all the way out.”

She did.

“Now down.”

She slid down on me and gasped again as her vagina clamped down with a small orgasm.

“Just keep doing that. The faster the better.”

She tried, I’ll give her that, but she couldn’t get a rhythm going. Every time she made the down stroke she had an orgasm and had to stop until it subsided.

I fondled her breasts throughout the entire session, rolling and pinching her nipples, and by the time I decided I was ready to finish this there were tears running down her face and a little drool running from the left corner of her mouth. Even if I had allowed her to talk she probably wouldn’t have been able to.

On the next upstroke I stopped her, stood her up and turned her around. I made her spread her legs wide until she was at the right height for me to enter her from behind while on my knees.

She had her hands on the ground to steady herself and when I stroked in the first time she almost collapsed, but I held her in place and started stroking fast. Her whole body shook with each stroke and if I had needed to do this very long she never would have lasted in that position. Fortunately I was as near to coming as I could get and still not be there. A few strokes was all it took. When I came she just locked up for a few seconds and then pitch head foremost onto my sweatshirt.

At five am the alarm on my digital wrist watch went off and I woke Rosa.

“Qué pasó?... Oh I’m sorry. What time is it? What’s going on?”

“Nothing yet. It’s five o’clock. Sorry to wake you, you were sleeping so soundly after we had our fun.”

She gasped. Apparently just realizing two things, she was naked and she had had sex with me.

“Master! It was so wonderful. Thank you. I never dreamed it could be like that.” She said as she clutched her clothing to her breast.

“I enjoyed it too Rosa. Now we had better be ready if our ride is coming by soon.”

She nodded and started dressing. When she was finished she came over to me and gave me a big hug and kiss and said “Thank you. You are the best Master in the world.”

“I do my best. What’s the plan?”

“We wait by the road but out of sight until my sister comes.”

“Ok. Let’s get out there.”

We left the concealment of the tree and as soon as we approached the road we could vaguely hear a lot of shouting and doors slamming.

“I think they have noticed that you are gone.” Rosa said.

Just then a car came down the road and we ducked into some low bushes. The car stopped right next to where we were.

“It is my sister. There is a guard with her so you stay here until we can get rid of him.”

She climbed up to the road and started speaking spanish.

“Se fue para abajo! Apúrase Leonel, se va a escapar!”

The man exited the passenger side of the car and said something I couldn’t hear. Then he came over to my side of the road and peered into the darkness. I could see the pistol in his hand. Rosa was behind him and took out her pistol. Was she going to shoot him? I hoped not, the shot would be heard for miles. No, she raised the gun in the air and swung her arm with all her might, striking him in the back of the head.

He fell head first down the slope and landed in the bushes right in front of me. Apparently Rosa hadn’t hit him hard enough. He looked up at me and his eyes went wide. I saw him reaching for his gun laying a couple of feet away and brained him with a rock I had picked up.

I checked him, he was out, I hoped he wasn’t dead.

I scrambled up the slope and led Rosa to the passenger side of the car. I put her in the front seat and I took the back.

“Drive!” I said to the girl behind the wheel.

She did. She drove fast. She enjoyed driving fast. Her driving on these winding mountain roads scared me.

“Adonde vamos?” she asked. I understood that much spanish.

“Mazatlan.” Rosa replied. “And speak english, Master does not speak spanish.

“You told her?”

“Of course. It was the only way to get her to help.”

Elena adjusted the mirror so she could see me. “He’s cute. Has he taken you yet?”

“Yes! Oh yes!”

“It was that good?”

“It was glorious! Elena, I cannot wait for you to experience the wonder of it.”

“What’s going on?” I interrupted.

“I’m sorry Master. I did not get a chance to tell you. You see my sister has always had a fantasy of having a strong loving master. She wished for someone who could command her and who would just take her and use her whenever he wanted to. I always thought she was not right in the head, that is, until you made me your slave. Then I knew what she was talking about. So I knew that if I told her she could be your slave too she would help us.”

I sat back in surprise and shook my head. “Ok, let me get this straight. You want to be my slave?”

“Yes. It has been my dream. You must be my master.”

“What if I don’t want any more slaves?”

“How many do you have?”

“I don’t know, maybe around a hundred and fifty.”

“Ay Dios mio!” she waved her hand in front of her face as if fanning herself. “That is so hot!”

“First of all, you’ve been watching too much American television, and second, I think I agree with your sister, you are not right in the head. Why don’t you want to keep your freedom so you can make your own life?”

“I know what I want. It is what I have always wanted: to be a happy slave, to have a strong master to obey, it is all I have ever dreamed of. I do not know why, I just know that it is so. And if you will not be my master I will take you back to José.”

“No you wouldn’t but it’s a good bluff. Anyway, I didn’t say I wouldn’t accept you.”

“Thank you.”

She had one of those ‘I don’t take no guff from nobody’ attitudes, a strong willed woman. It was strange that she wanted to be a slave. I decided to have some fun with Elena. It was a really unique situation that I might never see again.

“I didn’t say I would accept you either. I think a trial period would be in order to let you prove your worthiness. A test to see how good a slave you can be.”

“That is not fair! You took Rosa right away.”

“Yes but that was an emergency, this is different. But don’t worry, I’m not talking about a long time, just twenty-four hours. And during the trial you should behave as if you were my slave.”

“Oh. What do I have to do?”

“Obey. Obey any command I give you without hesitation, no matter what it is.”

“Alright. That sounds like fun.”

“Call me master when we’re alone. Call me Sam or sir in public.”

“Yes Master.” She smiled, obviously enjoying the game. “When are you going to take me?”

“Excuse me.”

“Yes. When will you take my virginity. When will you make a real woman of me?”

“Whenever I want to, and if I want to wait then I will wait. Remember I’m the master and you are the slave. A slave does not think of her own needs, but those of her master.”

“Yes Master.” she said. But disappointment was evident in her tone.

“For now just drive, and keep your wits about you. If you want to be my slave I have to survive, but that won’t happen if your brother catches me.”

“Yes Master.” She pushed the gas pedal down and the car slid around the curves of the mountain road.

We arrived in Mazatlan at about noon by our watches, which was actually about eleven o’clock local time, we had crossed into another time zone.

Elena had brought some burritos which we ate on the road, but that was early this morning and we were all getting hungry now. Nevertheless we didn’t know how far behind us Rodriguez might be so we tightened our belts and went straight to the airport.

As we got out of the car I realized for the first time how different the sisters were. Where Rosa was short, Elena was tall. Instead of being dark her skin was whiter than mine. In place of dark eyes, her striking green irises fairly blazed a hole in my soul. Her hair was brown, but much lighter than Rosa’s.

“Are you sure you’re sisters?” I asked in disbelief.

“Of course.” Said Elena. “Rosa looks like our mother, I look like our father.”

“Hmmm. Let’s get to the ticket counter.”

“Where are we going?” asked Elena.

“I don’t know. Hang on a second and let me think.” I said.

Casey. Understand that your master is sending his thoughts into your mind and understand that I can hear your thoughts if I am listening.

Master! My Master is speaking to me.

Think about your current situation. Where are you?

We just arrived in Los Mochis. We couldn’t find Larry so Stefani, Adiva and I came. We flew to Mexico City but as we flew over Los Mochis we realized that we had overshot your location. So we flew back to Mazatlan and then caught a small plane to Los Mochis. But now you are south of us.

I escaped and I’m at the airport in Mazatlan. Stay there and I will come to you.

“Ok. We’re going to Los Mochis.”

We stepped up to the counter and got our tickets. Since we weren’t leaving the country there weren’t any difficulties. The next flight would leave in three hours.

On the way to the gate Rosa grabbed my arm and pulled me behind a large plant. Elena followed.

“Look! It is Jose!”

I followed her pointing finger and sure enough, there was Rodriguez, accompanied by some men in uniform. They turned to the ticket counter.

“He has the Federales with him. He bribes them.” said Elena with vehemence.

“We’ll never make it off the ground before they find us.” I looked around furiously for another way out of the airport.

There was a nice looking flight attendant coming through a door that seemed to lead directly to the tarmac.

There was no time to spare. I enslaved her. You are now my loyal obedient slave. Now wake up and come to me.

As awareness returned to her face she made a bee line for me.

“Master. Command me.” she said with bowed head.

“You made her a slave?!” protested Elena. “That’s not fair. Why does she get to be a slave and I have to wait?”

“Quiet trial slave. Unless you really don’t want to be my slave. A good slave does not speak to her master in that manner.”

“Sorry Master.” She pouted.

If the situation wasn’t so dire I would have laughed.

Turning back to my new slave I asked “What’s your name?”

“Timotea.”

“Timotea.” I repeated. “I think I’ll call you Timi. There are men who want to kill me by the front entrance. Is there another way out of here?”

She thought for a moment. “Not really. That,” she pointed back the way we had come in “is the only way in or out.”

“Where does that door lead?” I said pointing to the door she had entered by.

“Out to the tarmac.” she replied.

“Well, we can’t stay here, and if that’s our only option we probably should take it quickly. Can you open it?”

“Yes.” She showed her keys.

“Good. Let’s go.”

She led the way and passed us through the open door. I was the last one through and as the door closed behind me I glanced back to see Rodriguez coming around the corner. We had escaped by the skin of our teeth. But what now?

I looked around the tarmac. There wasn’t any place to hide. Just a few passenger jets, a private jet and a few private planes. Someone was bound to see us here where we didn’t belong and start drawing attention to us.

I looked again. The private jet had its door open and the steps were down. I could see into the cockpit, there didn’t seem to be anyone in there. I decided.

“Quickly, that plane. Go.” I said. “Timi, you go on about your job.” I handed her a card. “E-mail me if you learn something that will help me. If I need you I have a way to contact you. Now go.”

I turned and hurried to catch up with the sisters.

I went up the steps first. Checked inside the door. No one home. I went on in and motioned for them to follow.

At the back of the plane there was a private area behind a curtain. There were two couches facing each other across the aisle. We all went in and closed the curtain.

“I don’t know how long it will be before someone comes. If this plane stays here a few hours we might be able to wait here until Rodriguez is gone.”

Rosa put her hand on my crotch. “What will we do with all that time?”

“Sister! You have no shame. It’s my turn.” exclaimed Elena.

“Shhhh! I think I heard something.” I said.

Sure enough, footsteps came rapidly up the stairs; at least two people.

From the other side of the curtain came a woman’s voice “Wheels up Terry. We have to get out of here.”

I could hear the steps being raised and then the door was latched. Then the woman’s steps going toward the cockpit. She must have been wearing high heels because the clack-clack-clack was clearly audible.

The engines roared to life and after few seconds the plane began to move.

Elena grabbed my arm and squeezed hard.

“Easy! What’s wrong?”

“I have never flown on an airplane.”

“Really? Relax, it’s a piece of cake.”

“How can you think of food at a time like this?”

“It’s just an expression Elena. Relax. The plane is safe. Much safer for me than running into your brother.”

“Not for me.”

“Aren’t your concerned for the safety of your master? If you want to be my slave my safety should always come first.”

“I... I’m sorry master, but I’m afraid.” She buried her face in my chest and wrapped her arms around me.

For the first time she was showing some vulnerability. I found it endearing that she came to me for security.

“Don’t worry Elena. I said letting my arm rest on her back. “That’s the other part of being a slave. As your master I am responsible for your safety. I wouldn’t bring you on this plane if I thought you were in any danger. It’s ok. Shhhhh.” I tried to calm her.

She squeezed me harder as the engines roared to life and pressed us all toward the back of the plane.

The nose came up and the wheels came off the ground. We heard the wheels wind their way into their housings and the plane soared, gaining altitude.

“Master?” Rosa ventured. “Where are we going?”