It was a dark, moonless night. The sounds of the jungle filled the air over the small, tropical island. Roger's old, military surplus jeep bounced down the dirt road. The vehicle's headlights had been dimmed with red cellophane, making it hard for him to see much of the road ahead. It twisted and turned, following the lay of the land around the steep jungle covered hills, slowly working its way down to the bay.
The headlights of the car behind Roger's was similarly dimmed. He could barely make it out in his mirrors, some twenty yards behind him. He hoped the brakes on the other jeep were still in good order. Nothing was harder on a vehicle then the combination of jungle humidity, sand and salt water from the ocean and spare parts were hard to come by out here.
Roger sighed in relief when he rounded another corner and the jungle broke. Out ahead of him was a small inlet of water into the island, where the water was deep enough for ocean-going craft to dock. The island extended around, on either side of the tiny bay, the jungle covered hills screening the dock from any ships further out at sea.
There was a small wooden hut built near the shore. Beside it was a wooden pier, extending out onto the water. Both looked quite old, the wooden planks bleached by the sun and worn smooth by wind and wave. A man was seated in the hut. He opened the door and stepped out. Roger could see the man had on a mottled camo uniform, same as he and the other driver were wearing. The uniforms were jungle-pattern, not that colors were visible in the dim light. He had an assualt rifle slung over his back.
"Have you heard from the boat yet?" Roger said, after he'd parked his jeep near the hut and shut the engine off. The other driver, a man named Smith, parked beside him.
"Nope." The sentry replied. "They're maintaining radio silence, as instructed. At approximately 0300 hours, we're supposed to light off a couple flairs to guide them in." He glanced at his watch. "That's...um...about ten minutes from now...assuming they can even find the cove in this darkness."
Roger shook his head. "Geeze...one bloody navy ships comes sniffing around and everyone panics..." He reached into the pocket of his uniform tunic and pulled out a half-full packet of cigarettes. Pulling one out, he fumbled with his lighter a moment, until the end of the cigarette caught.
"Hand me one of those, will ya?" Smith asked. Roger tossed him the pack, then the lighter. The men hung around the hut, smoking and swatting at the mosquitoes that swarmed around the hut's light, until the sentry nodded.
"'bout time, I guess." He stepped into the hut. From a wooden crate, he pulled out three flares and handed two of them to the other two men. They walked down the pier, spreading out along the whole length of it. At the same time, the three lit off their flares, marking the length of the pier in the darkness.
For a few moments, Roger thought no one would show up. Then, suddenly, a long boat coasted in, its engines cut off, as it pulled up alongside the pier. Roger dropped his flare into the water. It hissed and went out. One of the sailors up on the deck of the boat tossed down a line. Quickly, Roger tied it off to the wooden pier. Down at the other end of the pier, Smith was also tying off a line. With a loud wooden 'thunk' a gangplank was lowered from the boat.
"Alright, get this cargo unloaded, quickly!" One of the officers on the boat ordered. Up on deck, there was a hustle of movement from the sailors. A moment later, one of them came down the gangplank, wheeling a metal trolley. Secured to it, with heavy-duty cloth straps, was a large metal drum. Behind him came another sailor, wheeling another drum on a second trolley. As they passed by Roger, he could faintly hear a soft groan, coming from inside the drum.
"Where are these from?" Roger asked, falling in beside the lead sailor as he dragged his load up the pier.
"China." The man replied. "Not sure where, though. We picked 'em up near Shanghai. Our recruiters over there have been busy lately. After this, we're heading right back to pick up another load."
"Well, we'll find room for them when you do." Roger said. He helped the sailor lift the heavy metal drum up into the back of the jeep. There was a groan from inside, muffled by the metal sides. While the sailor returned to the boat for another load, Roger secured the first drum with more straps. Nearby, Smith was loading the second drum into his jeep.
The sailors made half a dozen trips from the boat to the jeeps. After half an hour, both drivers had six drums loaded into the backs of their vehicles. With a nod to the sailors, Roger got into the drivers seat and started the engine. He turned it around and began the long drive back to the base, up the winding jungle road.
Dawn was just breaking over the eastern shore of the island when they reached the compound. A small pre-fabricated quonset hut was built into the side of a steep hill. Palm trees and camouflage netting hid it from the air, while it hid the entrance to the larger complex underneath it. Another, larger hut for vehicles was hidden nearby.
A small party of men were waiting out in front of the hut. "Alright. Let's see what they've sent us this time..." The man in front said, as Roger pulled to a stop. HIs men grinned eagerly. They hurried forward and quickly lifted one of the drums out of the trunk and set it on the ground. Roger got out of the jeep and walked around, just as they pried the lid off the drum.
"mmmppphhh..." A young woman stared up, out of the opening. Her eyes were wide with terror. Roger could see she was stripped completely naked. Her arms were bound behind her back with leather straps. Her legs were folded, pressed against her chest in the confines of the drum. More straps held them there, forcing her into a tight ball. "mmmppphhh!" She groaned. A strip of cloth was clenched between her teeth, wet with drool. Her cheeks bulged from the padding stuffed in her mouth to keep her quiet during transport.
Twelve drums, twelve helpless young women. Working quickly, the six slavers soon had all of them unloaded. The girls trembled in fear, lying on the ground, still tightly bound and gagged as the men looked down at their naked bodies.
"Why don't we get to know our news guests a little better?" the leader of the slavers said. Along with the other men, Roger cheered lustfully...
"This is my kind of mission!" Naomi said. The young woman lay back on the deck chair soaking in the warm, tropical sun. She had on a bright green bikini and a pair of sunglasses. Her shoulder-length dark black hair was tied back, out of the way. "Nothing to do but relax." She watched as the blue-green waters of the south pacific as the Porpoise cut gracefully through the waves. Here and there, small islands rose from the water, slowly drifting by as they sailed on.
"Don't get too comfortable." Lucy called from behind Naomi. She was seated at the ship's helm, controlling the slow cruise as they drifted through the island chain. Like the other woman, Lucy had on a skimpy blue bikini. Her looks marked her Chinese ancestry. Her dark hair was tucked underneath a sun hat and she also had on a pair of shades. "We're here to do a job."
"We're meant to be posing as a civilian ship, on vacation." Naomi shot back. "I'm helping to keep up appearances, in case our target happens to be watching right now. It's the two below decks who have the real job."
"And I think we'd like a break from that!" A woman called from below decks. "So why don't you to come below and relieve us."
Naomi sighed. "aye aye, ma'am." she said, getting up from the chair. Lucy stopped the yacht and the two walked over to the stairwell at the rear of the boat. Standing at the bottom of the stairs was Lt. Louise. The young woman was wearing the uniform of an officer in the Royal Navy: a white dress blouse, unbuttoned at the top, with the epaulettes of a Lieutenant, a white skirt and black dress shoes. Her long, dark brown hair spilled out of the smart naval cap on her head.
A short distance away, the fourth member of the crew, Konnie, sat at a station, hunched over the large, sophisticated console the navy engineers had installed in the ship's hold. Like Louise, she was also wearing a navy uniform, though her dark skinned marked in Indian heritage. Though they were posing as a civilian vessel for this mission, Louise had insisted the four naval officers wear their uniforms while hidden belowdecks, to keep up discipline.
"Pick up anything interesting, Konnie?" Naomi asked, as she and Lucy grabbed their uniforms and put them on over their swimsuits.
The other woman shook her head, turning from the screen to look at the other women. "Nothing much." She said with a shrug. "Picked up some radio chatter from a cargo freighter half an hour ago, radar's got nothing."
"Something will turn up sooner or later." Louise replied. Naomi took over the console from Konnie, who walked over to join Louise. The two stripped out of their uniforms, setting them aside. Like Naomi and Lucy, they had on swimsuits underneath the naval outfits. "Keep looking. Konnie and I will watch things on deck..."
"Roger." Naomi replied. As she watched the endless turning of the radar display, scanning through radio frequencies, hoping to pick up a signal, she thought back to the briefing, the four had gotten before they'd begun this assignment:
"As you ladies know," the admiral had said, when they'd assembled in his office, back in London. "The Royal navy has made one of its chief priorities the stamping out of the modern slave trade wherever we can." He pointed to the map, projected on one wall of the office. It showed a stretch of the South Pacific, scattered with hundreds of tiny islands.
"We have reason to suspect a group of international slavers are using one of the islands in this area as a base of operations. The young women they kidnap from around the world are shipped to their compound here to be broken, trained sold and finally shipped to their new owners, usually high class, black market brothels in Europe or the Far East.
Unfortunately, if the slavers do have a base here, they have it well hidden. Satellite and aerial reconnaissance haven't located it yet. In addition, many of these islands are owned by private individuals and corporations, some based in the UK, but most are foreign owned, meaning we can't search the islands without strong evidence and a warrant from the international court. Surveillance by warship has proved fruitless, our ships are spotted well before they reach the area and the slavers go underground until we move on."
He pressed a button on his computer and the slid changed. It showed a picture of a large yacht, next to schematics. "That's where you four come in. The admiralty has recently acquired this boat, the Porpoise and has retrofitted it with the most advanced surveillance gear available. Since you don't appear naval, hopefully the slavers won't take notice of you. You are to cruise around these islands until you pick up any activity that may indicate the location of the slavers base. Understand."
The four nodded, confidently.
Naomi sighed. That had been almost three weeks ago. It had taken them two days to travel out to meet their new vessel, three more days to sail to the island chain. The next two weeks had seen them sailing around, without catching even a hint that there might be a hidden slavers base on one of these islands. Though the four had maintained their professionalism and were committed to completing their assignment as best as possible, they had already resigned themselves to the likelihood that they weren't going to find anything.
"If there were any slavers operating in this area," Naomi thought to herself. "Odds are, they're long gone by now..."
With a loud groan, Robert suddenly came. The young woman kneeling between her legs gave a short whimper as he shot his load into her mouth. The slaver glanced down at her, a leering grin on his face. She was a pretty young redhead, who'd been unlucky enough to catch the eye of the slavers while on vacation a week ago. Soon she'd be just another slave girl, serving her new master somewhere far away.
"Much better..." Robert said, leaning back in his chair. The naked woman kept silent, eyes down. The older man grinned. "I knew you'd improve once we got rid of that temper of yours." He remembered the girl back when she'd first been brought to the island, fighting her handlers every step of the way as they dragged her to the dungeon, screaming loudly through her gag. A few days under the whip had taught her how futile resistance was.
There was a knock at the door. "Back to your cage, slave." Robert ordered. Silently, the young girl stood, head bowed and turned. "There's a good girl." Robert said, giving her a quickly slap on her ass. The marks from her punishment had faded to a few, faint pink lines across the pale white globes of her ass. Not long ago it had been covered in livid red strips from her latest caning.
Slowly, the slave girl shuffled across the room, the chains on her wrists and ankles jingling merrily. Along the far wall of the room were half a dozen small, metal cages, little bigger then a small pet carrier. Four of the cages contained a single, naked girl, curled up inside the cramped space. The redheaded slave knelt in front of one of the empty ones and crawled inside. Turning, she pulled the door shut. The lock clicked shut, trapping her inside until Robert choose to let her out again.
"Come in." Robert called towards the door. It opened and a man entered. It was Charles Reed, the head of the base.
Charles glanced over at the line of cages. "Evaluating the merchandise, eh Robert?" He said with a leering grin.
Robert shrugged. "Checking to see how their training is progressing." He nodded to the redhead. "She's coming along nicely. I think in a couple of days she might be ready to be put up for sale."
"Good." Charles replied. He grabbed a chair and sat down in front of Robert. "You used to work in recruiting, is that right? You were in charge of a snatch team."
Robert nodded. "That's right. Back Stateside. Company recruited me out of army Special Forces. Two years ago, we were doing a standard house call, a mother and her two daughters, late at night. Mom caught wind up us coming, tagged me in the leg with a couple pellets of buckshot. Cops managed to pull the DNA from the blood, fingered me for the abductions. Company got wind of it from one of their informants and got me out before I got nabbed. I can't go back to the United States or anywhere that has an extradition treaty with them, so I was re-assigned to training where I could lie low a while."
"Do you still remember your training?" Charles asked.
"Isn't something you really forget. I'm a little rusty though." Robert replied. "Why?"
"We've spotted a boat, sailing in our neighborhood." Charles reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a phone. Turning it on, he showed Robert a series of photographs, showing a small, ocean going yacht. "It's been in the area for about three weeks. We suspect they might be spying on us. I'd like you to assemble a team from amy personnel on the island who have experience and pay them a visit."
"Why don't you call headquarters?" Robert asked. "I'm sure they could get a fully equipped team with way more experience then I've got, out here in 24 hours or less. It would certainly be less risky than trying to half-ass something like this."
Charles shook his head. "And if they are spying on us? They might intercept our signal. Right now, they shouldn't be able to spot us, the base is camouflaged and shielded, the next shipment of slaves isn't for a few more days, but bringing in a strike team by helicopter will certainly attract the wrong sort of attention."
"Fine. What sort of crew or passengers are aboard? Weapons?"
"We've seen four people onboard." Charles said, flipping through several photographs. "They seem to be working in two man shifts...or rather two woman shifts." Robert smiled. The small photographs weren't the best quality, but the four young woman looked hot enough and the bikinis they were wearing certainly didn't hurt. "Judging from the size of the boat, I doubt there are more than four. If they are naval, they'll likely have some small arms on board. If they are navy, we need to take them out. If they're not," He grinned. "I'm sure having four extra slaves won't hurt..."
Late in the evening, as the sun was setting into the ocean to the west, the four Royal Navy officers anchored their vessel near the shore of a small, uninhabited island for the night. The converted yacht only had a small, basic galley and all they had were standard navy rations. Never the less, Lucy, who had cooking duty that evening, did her best to turn the canned food into something edible. The four ate without complaint. All of them had been in the Royal Navy long enough to grow used to how things were done at sea.
Dinner was served on a small card table that was folded out of the way during the day. After eating their simple meal and cleaning up, Naomi, Konnie and Lucy pulled out a desk of cards and whiled the evening away, while Louise manned the survaillence console beside them. From time to time, she'd interrupt her watch to comment on their game.
Around 11 o'clock, they turned in. Konnie had the first watch. She took Louise's spot at the console while the other three put the card table away. As senior officer, Louise got to use the yacht's one small cabin and bed. Rank had its privileges. The others set up hammocks in the space where the table used to be.
Naomi crawled into her hammock, still wearing her uniform and drifted off to sleep, rocked by the movement of the boat as it bobbed on the waves. It seemed like moments later when she was shaken away by Konnie, telling her it was her turn to go on watch, but according to her wrist watch four hours had passed.
Yawning, Naomi walked into the galley and fixed herself a cup of strong tea and carried the mug over to the console. Fighitng off sleep, she resumed her fruitless vigil. The radio scanners listened for any transmissions that would reveal human habitation in this part of the world. The radar systems would pick up any large ships or aircraft nearby.
Unfortunately for the four women, as sophisticated as their sensors were, the radar failed to pick up the two small rubber rafts slowly making their way towards the anchored yacht. The rafts were too low in the water, it was impossible to seperate them from the waves around them as the four men in each boat silently paddled in close. Once alongside, one of the raiders reached up with a graple and hooked on to the yacht's railing with a quiet 'thunk!'
As quiet as it was, Naomi still heard the muffled thuds as people clambered over the rails onto the deck. Had she been thinking straight, Naomi would have realized immediately they were being boarded and woken the others. But exhuastion, and the quiet of the last three weeks had lowered the officer's guard. Instead of raising the alarm, the young woman instead decided to investigate the strange noise. With a yawn, she grabbed on of their two service pistols and made her way to the stairwell.
The first the officer realized the danger she and her shipmates were in was when she was grabbed by several black-clad figures as she stepped out onto the deck. "He-mmmppphhh!" Naomi's shocked cry was cut off as one of the men clamped his gloved hand over her mouth, silencing her. His other hand went around her waist, trapping her arms to her sides. A second boarder grabbed her legs and picked her up off the deck. A third grabbed the pistol from their stunned captive's hand.
Naomi squirmed in her captors' grasp, unable to believe what was happening as they carried her to the far end. She screamed as loudly as she could, hoping to alert her friends, but the hand over her mouth stifled the frightened officer's cries. Moving quickly, with obvious skill, the boarders secured their first prisoner. Naomi's hands were crossed behind her back and secured with strong, rough cord. She grunted through the hand gag as the rope dug painfully into her wrists. Her feet were tightly bound together as well. The left over rope was passed between Naomi’s arms and tied off to the rope around her ankles, leaving the squirming woman tightly hogtied.
The hand clamped over her mouth was removed. An instant later, a wad of cloth was stuffed inside. Before Naomi could spit it out, one of the men slapped a several pieces of silver duct tape over her. More tape was used to blindfold her. They set her down on the deck, near the stern of the boat. She moaned into her gag in a mixture of fear and anger as she struggled against her bonds helplessly.
One of the raiders stayed behind to guard over her. Grinning, he crouched over her. His hands made their way to her breasts, feeling them through the fabric of her uniform. Naomi squealed into her gag indignantly. She thrashed about, trying to escape his groping fingers, but tied up, she wasn't going anywhere...
The others made their way to the stairwell and headed below decks. Konnie and Lucy were still asleep in their hammocks, blissfully unaware of the danger as the boarders crept up on them. They split up, three to each hammock, while their leader hung back. At his signal, they struck. The two officers woke up, surprised, as they were suddenly wrapped up in their hammocks. The women cried out in shock as the raiders carried the squirming bundles towards the stairs.
In the captain's cabin, Louise heard the commotion. Immediately, she realized she and her friends and crewmates were under attack. Frantically, she fumbled for the other pistol, sitting on top of the small cabinet beside her bed. Flipping the safety off, the young officer jumped out of bed and ran to the door and threw it open. Her eyes widened as she saw half a dozen men dressed in dark-colored camouflage, carrying two long bundles of cloth. From the muffled cries coming from the makeshift sacks and the way they squirmed, Louise realized two of her women were trapped inside them.
"Let them go!" Louise said, raising the pistol as she advanced out of the cabin. She couldn't fire, for fear of hitting one of the men's captives. As she stepped into the main room, she saw a flash of movement out of the corner of her eye, another boarder, waiting beside the door for her to come out. She turned, but it was too late.
With a cry, Robert grappled with Louise. One arm went around her waist, the other reached for her wrist. The two struggled for control of the gun for a moment. Louise' finger tightened on the trigger just as Robert wrenched her arm to the side. The gun barked three times, the bullets smashing into the surveillance console. Robert squeezed Louise’s wrist, until the young woman cried out in pain and dropped the pistol. It fell to the floor with a loud clatter.
Two of the raiders holding Konnie and Lucy rushed to help their boss. Louise continued struggling for all she was worth, but by then it was all over. Despite her efforts, the young woman’s hands were pulled behind her back and secured with more rope. She shook her head, but couldn’t stop them from stuffing a wad of cloth into her mouth. Silver tape sealed in the wadding, muffling her angry groans.
It took two of the slavers holding onto her to drag Louise to the stairs and up onto deck. As she stepped out into the cold night air, the young woman whimpered in defeat, seeing her friends. Lucy and Konnie had been released from their cloth prisons, one at a time, so they could be bound, gagged and blindfolded. Naomi was lying on the deck nearby, moaning miserably as one of the raiders felt her up.
The four women whimpered through their gags as Louise was marched over and forced to kneel beside them. Her feet were bound and her arms and legs lashed together in a hogtie. Everything went dark as tape was pulled across her eyes, blindfolding her. She fought to keep calm, to fight the mounting urge to panic. These men could only be the slavers the four had been sent to locate. Now they were the helpless captives of these ruthless criminals. What was going to happen to them now?
Robert glanced over the four captive women, kneeling bound and gagged, trembling in their smart naval uniforms. The whole operation had gone smoother than he’d thought it would. They obviously hadn’t been expecting attack. He grinned. They’d wanted to find out about the slavers’ operation here? Well, now they were about to find out more about it then they’d ever wanted to.
“Hank! Jones!” Robert ordered. “Go back down and search the ship. Find out what our four spies here have discovered. Their computer took a couple rounds, see if you can salvage the from it. Thomas, get the charges set.” The three men nodded and made their way below decks again.
A few minutes, the first two returned. One of them, Hank, shook his head. “No good, boss.” He said, “one of the bullets went right through the hard drive, it’s completely totaled. We did find some papers here.” The other raider held up a stack of binders. “Haven’t had time to go through them yet.” They most likely included the girls’ orders to patrol the area, along with the usual nautical charts, regulations and other paperwork that came with running a ship of her majesty’s navy.
Robert shrugged. “That’s too bad. I guess we’ll just have to ask our guests some questions when we get back to the base. I’m sure you’ll tell us what we want to know if we ask nicely, right ladies?” He leered down at the four captives, who moaned through their gags in fear as all of the men laughed.
At that moment, the third boarder who’d gone below returned. “The bomb’s set.” He said, “So we’d better get the hell out of here.”
Robert nodded to his men. Instantly, the four bound officers were seized. They young woman squirmed, grunting into their gags as they were carried to the side of the boat. They were picked up and dropped into the bottom of the rubber rafts floating on the water below. Louise squealed into her gag as she bounced in the bottom. Naomi landed beside her. Nearby, Konnie and Lucy were dropped into the other raft. The raiders climbed down into the rafts.
With the four navy officers captured, there was no danger of them being found, so they started up the rafts’ motors and quickly sailed away from the now empty yacht. Lying at the bottom of the rafts, the women whimpered as the men amused themselves, toying with their captives.
When the raiders were about a hundred yards away, Robert nodded to Thomas. The other man pulled out a small remote detonator and flipped the safety off. He paused a moment before thumbing the trigger. Across the water there was a muffled ‘thump!” and a wave rippled out from the yacht, causing the rafts to bob for a second.
The other slavers, who had been hoping for a satisfying fireball, sighed in disappointment, but Robert nodded approvingly. Already, the yacht was starting to list to one side, as water flooded in through the hole Thomas’ bomb had blown in the ship’s hull. Within minutes, it would sink straight to the bottom. Not as impressive, maybe, but this was far less likely to attract attention. “Let’s get these bitches back home.” He said, as they quickly sped away from the listing vessel…
Down in the bottom of the raft, Louise shivered, not just from the cold, though within moments the waves that splashed over the rafts left her and Naomi soaked to the bone, freezing in the cool night air. No, she was trembling with fright, wondering what was going to happen to them. That they would be questions, possibly tortured, was a certainty. Louise had been trained to resist interrogation, she didn’t worry for herself, but the thought of the other three women, her close friends and fellow officers, suffering at the hands of these monsters chilled her to the bone, though that might have been the half-inch of cold sea water she was lying in.
And after that, what would happen to them? Would they simply be killed? Or would the slavers sell the four of them, like their other victims? Being sold into a life of sex slavery was a terrifying prospect for any woman, but for four naval officers it was even worse. Louise knew there were plenty of cruel men in the world who would gladly pay for the captured officers, to get revenge on the navy they served in.
“We just have to hold out until we’re rescued.” she thought to herself. Tomorrow at noon, when they failed to check in with the admiralty, the alarm would be raised and soon enough, a British fleet would be on the way to locate the four women and rescue them and the rest of the slavers’ captives. “We just need to be strong, survive whatever these bastards do until then...” It was inconceivable to Louise that they might not be found and rescued. The alternative, a lifetime of bondage as a sex slave, was too horrifying to contemplate…
It was still dark, when the slavers came ashore at one of the tiny, jungle covered islands. They ran their rafts up onto the beach. The four captives were picked up out of the bottom of the boats and tossed over the side onto the sandy shore. The slavers’ leader ordered his men to drag the rafts up to the tree line and get them under the camoflage tarps there. Louise groaned.The slavers’ whole operation seemed to professional and organized. It explained how they were able to remain hidden for so long…
“Where are the jeeps that were supposed to meet us?” One of the men asked.
“Must have gotten lost in the dark.” the leader replied. He shrugged. “Can’t radio them, least not until we find out whether our guests here have friends still out there. Looks like we’re walking.” His men groaned, shouldering their equipment as they got ready to move out. Their four prisoners were also prepared for the march. The rope binding their feet were untied and quickly repurposed into makeshift leashes. Louise was placed at the front of the line, Naomi behind her, followed by Connie and Lucy, each girl tethered to the captive in front of her at the neck. Robert was at the head of the line, Louise’s leash held in one hand. Their blindfolds were ripped off, none too gently, so the prisoners wouldn’t stumble in the darkness.
“Come on, slaves." Robert said, tugging sharply on the leash. The women whimpered into their gags as they were each jerked forward in turn. Hurriedly, they began walking, struggling to keep up with the quick pace their captors set. The other slavers fell in on either side of the girls, taking it upon themselves to ‘encourage’ the four whenever one of them starting to slow.
The trail they were following was little more than a rough dirt path, twisting and turning its way uphill into the island. Trees and bushes pressed in close on either side and there were plenty of roots for the unwary traveler to trip over. The jungle was quite humid, and despite the cool air, everyone was quickly soaked in sweat from their exertions.
At the front of the column, Louise moaned in misery. Her hands had gone numb from the cruel ropes cutting into her wrists. Her mouth was dry, the foul tasting cloth stuffed there to keep her quiet had sucked up all the moisture. Her legs ached from the long march. The smart military shoes she had on were perfect for the deck of a ship, not so much the primitive dirt path. From their miserable groans, she knew the other captive officers were suffering just as badly as she was.
The first light of morning was filtering through the leaves of the jungle, giving everything a green hue, as their march came to an end. “Here we are, ladies…” Robert taunted, as they saw a low structure through a gap in the foliage. “Your new home...until we sell you of course.”
As they were led over to the structure, the naval officer studied the set up with a critical eye. Louise noted how most of the building was built into the low hill beside the entrance, how natural plants and camouflage netting had both been used to great effect to hide what did show above ground. “No wonder we never spotted this place.” She thought. Then, they were led inside. “Oh my god…” she thought, giving a soft whimper through her gag as she saw the stairs, spiraling down underground and realized this was only the tip of the iceberg…
Beside her, Robert handed her leash over to one of his subordinates. “Take them to Training Room 4 and prepare them for interrogation, while I tell Charles how things went.” As the four trembling women were dragged past him, he called out, cheerfully. “Don’t start without me!”
Charles wasn’t in his office, when Robert went to look for him. “Guess it’s a bit too early for that…” Robert thought, when he found the office door locked. He followed the maze of hallways through the underground base to where the head of the facilities had his quarters.
“Is that you, Robert!?! Please, come in!” Charles called from inside, when Robert knocked on the door. Robert opened the door and found himself in a small living room, with a table and chairs for meeting with visitors. “In here.” Charles called from one of the three doors that led off of the entry-hall.
The room on the other side proved to be Charles’ bedroom. The large bed took up most of the space. Charles was sitting up in the bed, the covers half off him. From what Robert could see, the other man was completely undressed. Lying on the bed beside the older slaver was a young woman. She was definitely naked, the shape of the thin, silk sheet as it settled over her curvy figure confirmed that. Her hands and feet were lashed to the posts at the four corners of the bed, stretching out the young woman completely. A strip of cloth was clenched between her teeth, to keep her quiet during the fun, but at the moment she was in a light, fitful sleep.
“Nerves were getting to me...last night.” Charles said. “Knowing you and your men were out there. I needed something to help me sleep. Jean here still needs a bit of work before we can ship her out, but she did the trick well enough…” She moaned, quietly through her gag as Charles rose from the bed, but didn’t wake.
Robert turned around, as his boss put on a silk robe. “I take it everything went according to plan?” Charles said, leading Robert back to the main room. He sat at the table, waving Robert to another chair across from his.
“Easier than I expected.” Robert said, grabbing a chair and sitting down. “They weren’t expecting any trouble. We didn’t have any trouble grabbing all four of them.”
“And when the rest of the Royal Navy come looking for them?”
“We sank their boat in some pretty deep water. They can search for months, barring a lucky accident they aren’t going to find it. If our ‘guests’ haven’t reported anything, they still won’t have any evidence they can use to get a warrant to land anywhere. It’ll take them a while to decide what to do next, which should give us time to make our next move, whatever we decide.” Robert yawned. “Sorry. Long night.”
Charles smiled. “I’ll bet. Why don’t you and your boys take the next day off, get some rest. I can get some other people to get our new guests settled in.”
Robert shook his head. “I’d like to handle that myself. Besides…” he grinned. “It will be a nice reward for the men, after their good work tonight…”
Louise whimpered into her gag, trembling with fear. The young naval officer was bent over a squat, square table. The table was obviously made for securing a captive to. It was made of wood, painted black. The top, covered with a leather padding, was angled, so that Louise’ rear end was thrust up in the air. Leather cuffs were fixed to the four legs near the ground. This had the unfortunate effect of forcing her legs wide apart. She blushed crimson with shame. She was stripped completely naked.
A couple yards in front of her, the other three captives were bent over three similar tables, facing their former commander. They looked at her, faces filled with worry. Like Louise, the three of them were also stripped naked.
About fifteen minutes ago, the captive officers were brought into a large, empty room. There were two doors, opposite each other, including the one they came in through. The women were lined up, kneeling with their backs against one wall and the ropes around their necks were removed. One of the slavers produced a digital camera and began snapping pictures of the four, individually and together. He grinned, turning the camera around, to show it to his four subjects. “The buyers are gonna love you four.” He said with a smile.
Meanwhile, another one of the slavers stepped through the second door. He returned a moment later with four metal collars. Crouching over the captives, the man locked the collars around their necks. Louise couldn’t help but notice the box fitted to the side of Naomi’s collar as it was locked around her neck. There was a small light on the side, glowing red. When he snapped the collar shut, locking it on and flipped a tiny switch on the side of the box the light turned green. When it was her turn to be collared, Louise could feel two tiny metal prongs, on the side with the box, poking into her neck. “A shock collar.” She realized with a jolt of fear.
“Listen up, slaves.” The slaver said, standing back up. “As you might have guessed, these collars we’ve put on you are shock collars. We normally only use these on the slaves who give us a lot of trouble, but we aren’t taking any chances with you.” He reached down to his belt and pulled out a small remote control. “At any time, we can punish any of you with just the push of a button...” Shooting his captives a wicked grin, he casually pressed the remote. The four women grunted sharply into their gags as a brief jolt of intense pain shot through them.
“That was a level one punishment. We can go much, much higher. Anyone want another demonstration?” The slaver said, sadistically. His four helpless prisoners shook their heads, whimpering miserably. That brief display had ended any thought they might have had of resistance. None of them dared try anything as the slavers untied their wrists. Louise gasped at the pin-pricks that spread out across her fingers as the blood rushed back into her hands.
“Ok, slaves. Now, get those uniforms off.” He ordered. For a moment, the four women hesitated, but the cruel man held up the remote, reminding them they had no choice but to obey, if they wanted to avoid any more painful shocks.
Whimpering softly, Louise reached up and undid the top button of her white naval blouse. Slowly, she worked her way down, opening the uniform shirt. Following her example, the other three women did the same. The men jeered, encouraging the four captives as they stripped. Louise pulled off her blouse and dropped it to the floor. Reaching down, she unzipped the white skirt and pulled it down her long legs. Underneath, the young woman had on a white cotton bra and a pair of matching panties. Beside her, the other four had also stripped down to their underwear.
“Everything off, slaves.” Their captor ordered, leering at the sight of the four officers shamefully exposed. Glumly, Louise kicked off her heels. She reached behind her back and undid her bra. Her large breasts bounced free of the supporting cups as the bra fell off her shoulders to the ground. Finally, she slipped her fingers underneath the band of her panties and slowly pulled them down around her ankles, stepping out of them.
Within a few minutes, the four officers stood side by side, naked save for the collars around their necks and the tape over their mouths. They glanced at each other, faced red with shame as they tried their best to cover their breasts and pussies with their hands. Their best wasn’t good enough, from the leering gazes of the assembled slavers.
“Place your hands behind your heads,” the photographer ordered. “Fingers interlaced. And spread your legs out, wider!” The whole time the four had been undressing, he’d been snapping picture after picture, recording their shaming. He continued to take pictures of the four, ordering them to slowly turn around.
When he was taking the pictures, the leader of the team, Robert, returned. He went to Louise first. Reaching up, he peeled the tape away from her mouth. She winced as the sticky mass tugged sharply against her skin, but it gave way. Gratefully, she spat out the sodden mass of cloth that had filled her mouth for the last several hours. Turning, he stepped over to Naomi and did the same to her, going down the line ungagging each girl in turn.
“Alright, slaves. I think it’s time we got to know you a little better.” Robert said. “How does the phrase go? Name, rank and serial number. Which one of you is in charge? Or rather I should say, was in charge, from now on you’ll be taking orders, not giving them.”
“I am.” Louise said, giving her name and rank, with as much defiance as she could muster. It wasn’t much. The other women also gave their names and ranks. That information was all in the documents the slavers had taken along with the four of them. There was no sense trying to hide it.
“Thank you very much.” The man said, writing it all down on a small notepad. “Now, before we continue, it’s time we move this into the next room…” Stepping forward, he grabbed Louise by her right arm. She was roughly jerked forward, towards the second door. Behind her, Naomi, Lucy and Connie protested feebly as they were also grabbed and dragged forward.
In the other room were the four bondage tables. Louise was secured to the one closest to the door. She had to watch as the women formerly under her command, her close friends, were chained to the devices in front of her.
Robert stood beside Louise, holding his notepad. “Now, Lieutenant. I think you should tell us about your mission. We know you were here to spy on our operations, but I want to know what you and your team uncovered and what you’ve told your superiors.”
Louise stayed silent. Should she lie? Tell the slavers her superiors knew everything? Or tell the truth? Would they believe her either way?
“I’d advise you to speak up, and tells us the truth.” Robert said a moment later. “Otherwise…” He nodded to a three of his men. Grinning, the slavers walked over to the other three captives. They split off, each taking up position directly behind one of the women. The three helpless officers squirmed in their bonds, feebly protesting, as they realized the significance of their position…
“No! Please!” Louise pleaded, eyes wide with terror. She had expected physical torture, accepted that, but the thought of being forced to watch as her close friends were raped in front of her was far beyond what she had feared.
“Will you tell us?” Robert asked. He nodded to his men who reached down and unbuckled their pants. All of them were sporting huge erections. They each put on a condom. No sense ruining good merchandise. They lined up behind their sobbing victims, ready to plunge in.
“Yes! Please! I’ll tell you.” Louise said, tears welling up. Reluctantly, she told Robert everything they had done during their doomed mission.
The slaver nodded, writing it all down. “Good to know the Royal Navy won’t be storming our beach any time soon…” he taunted her. “That’s just what I needed to know. Still, I think my men need a little reward for the good work they did tonight.” He nodded to the three other slavers.
“No!” Louise sobbed as the men grabbed her friends and found their exposed pussies. Naomi, Lucy and Konnie squealed as the men slid into them. Ruthlessly, they began to pound away at the squirming women.
“Consider this training for your new lives.” Robert said, stepping up behind Louise. “You’re going to have to get used to this when we sell you as sex slaves.” Louise was trembling as she heard him drop his pants and apply a condom as well. A moment later, she felt the tip of his dick slid between the lips of her sex. She groaned as the large member was pressed inside her, filling her up. For a moment, the pressure relented as he slid out, then he pressed in again, and then again, forcing himself deeper and deeper with each thrust.
Louise hung her head, sobbing, as she was raped. Across from her, the other women were crying as well. After a few moments, Robert grunted sharply, climaxing. She slumped down over the bench, tears running from her eyes as the man pulled out of her. Her respite was short lived. No sooner had Robert stepped back, then another one of his slavers took his place and resumed pounding away at Louise’ pussy. Across from her, the other rapists finished as well and were replaced with new men.
The nightmare dragged on, for what seemed like days to the four helpless captives. When the slavers tired of the women’s sobs, they stuffed their underwear into the girls’ mouths and taped them shut. Louise lost track of the number of men who took turns raping her. By the end of it, the four women slumped limply over the rape benches, barely even aware of the men pounding against their sore, abused bodies.
“That’s enough for one night, eh boys? Take them to their cages.” Robert said. The girls groaned quietly in relief, as they realized their torment was over. For now at least. They were too exhausted from their ordeal to even try and resist as their hands and feet were uncuffed from the tables and immediately re-tied with rope. “Consider this an introduction to your new lives, slaves.” He taunted as they were picked up and carried off. “Your real training begins tomorrow…”
Robert was in the training room when Charles came looking for him. “How are things coming along?” He asked, stepping up beside Robert.
“Take a look.” Robert replied, waving a hand. Today, all four of the captured naval officers were being trained together. First was Louise and Naomi, who were lying on the floor in the center of the room. The two were wearing their uniforms, The white skirts had been hiked up, around each woman’s waist, revealing that neither of them had underwear on either. Their arms were tightly strapped behind their backs with leather belts at the wrist and elbow. Their legs were folded in half and strapped together, calf pressed against thigh. A one-foot spreader bar was locked to their knees with leather cuffs, forcing them to spread their legs wide.
When that was done, the two captives were then pressed close against the other and strapped together tightly with more leather belts. The slavers had flipped the girls around, so each had her face pressed between the spread legs of her fellow captive. Under the whip of the trainers, the former officers were forced to try and pleasure each other with their tongues.
“Keep at it, slaves!” The trainer shouted down at the two women. They moaned as they ran their tongues over the other’s sex. “The first one that can bring the other to orgasm three times will be allowed a short rest while the other is punished.” Louise moaned, squirming against Naomi as she suddenly, loudly climaxed. “Alright, that’s two for Louise. One more and you get to feel my whip for the next half hour.” Face burning red with shame at what she was doing, Louise doubled her efforts, burying her face in Naomi’s snatch. A moment later, she was rewarded as Naomi cried out as she was pushed over the edge and orgasmed.
“The girls balked the first couple times we ordered them to do this.” Robert told Charles. “By now they’ve realized they can’t refuse orders without punishment.” Before long, they would no longer be able to even consider disobeying an order. At that point, their wills would be broken completely and they would be ready to begin their new lives serving whoever the slavers sold them to.
“The uniforms?” Charles asked. It was usually standard policy to keep the slaves naked at all times. Depriving the girls of clothes was humiliating, and helped reinforce her status as lower then her the slavers around her, little better than an animal.
‘We thought that keeping them in their uniforms was better. By forcing them to perform humiliating, degrading things while wearing them would break the girls’ pride and spirit.” Robert explained. “And, well, truth be told, a lot of the trainers like seeing the slave humiliated while wearing their uniforms.”
A few feet away, Lucy and Konnie were kneeling in front of the far wall. Like Louise and Naomi, they were in their uniforms, save for their underwear. The skirts were hiked up, to show they were sporting plugs in both holes. The two girls’ arms were lashed behind their backs in a stringent box tie. The complex rope harness kept their arms trapped against their backs, while at the same time wrapping and squeezing the young women’s breasts uncomfortably. Their legs were also bound securely at the knees and ankles.
Attached to the wall, at waist height, were half a dozen large rubber dildos shaped like erect penises. Two of the phalluses were lodged in the mouths of the two captives, who were doing their best to work the rubber plugs with their mouths and tongues, while two more trainers stood over them riding crops in hand, to critique the girls’ performances.
“Deeper, slave! Get the whole shaft in your mouth next time! I don’t want to see a centimeter of rubber!” One trainer said, flicking the tip of the leather crop against Konnie’s backside. The Indian beauty grunted in pain, but she obeyed, fighting the urge to gag as she slid the rubber shaft deep into her mouth until it pressed against the back of her throat.
“We’re waiting until we’re certain the girls are broken before we stick a real cock in their mouths.” Robert told Charles. “But until then, we might as well teach them proper technique and get them accustomed to having cocks in their mouths. One or two had some experience, but the others had obviously never sucked dick before in their lives.”
“Not bad.” Charles said, smiling. “Not bad at all. Especially for-what has it been? Two weeks? Their buyer should be most pleased.”
“Buyer? You’ve already sold them? They’re not trained yet!” Robert said, confused. It was standard policy, not to sell a girl until she’d been broken and fully trained. The last thing the company wanted was an inexperienced buyer letting a half-trained slave escape and talk to the police...or the media. Though the four officers hadn’t given them much trouble yet, he knew that could all change if they were given the slightest chance at escape.
“The buyer is well aware of their current condition and he’s made arrangements to finish their training with an independant slave trainer.” Charles told him. “He is offering us a substantial amount for the four, probably better then we could get for them on the international market.”
“Alright. When are we shipping them to him?” Robert asked, nodding to the four captive women.
“He’ll be arriving here in two days, aboard his private yacht, to pick them up...”
“Keep moving, slave! Not much further now.” Louise whimpered as the slaver leading her jerked sharply on the leash in his hand. The young woman struggled to keep from being yanked off her feet by the sudden pressure against her collar. Behind her, Naomi squealed into her gag as the rope tying her to Louise suddenly went taut, dragging her forward to. Further down the line, Lucy and Konnie whimpered as they shuffled down the hallway as fast as their bonds allowed.
Half an hour ago, the prisoners had been roughly awakened and dragged from the cages they had called home for the past two weeks. They looked at each other, fearfully, as they were lined up and had their hands cuffed behind their backs. Since their capture, the slavers hadn’t deviated from the usual regime of torturous ‘training sessions’, broken up by welcome respites, sleeping in their cages. Given her experiences in the navy, Louise knew any deviation from the usual routine was something to be worried about.
After shackling their hands and feet and attaching leashes, the slavers dragged the four to one of the nearby rooms. “Get dressed.” Robert ordered, as they were uncuffed. On a small table were the girls’ uniforms. Throughout their ordeal, the girls had had their uniforms taken from them and given back several times. The most recent was two days ago. However, as Louise grabbed hers, she noticed the uniform blouse and skirt were crisp and white. Someone had washed their clothes. The sweat and grime they’d picked up in the dungeon had been cleaned away. They had also provided underwear for the four, though not the ones they had been wearing when they were captured.
“I wonder who had originally worn these?” Louise thought glumly as she slid the white cotton panties up her legs. Doubtless, one of the slavers other victims. Was she still here, trapped in misery, or had she been sold into slavery in some remote corner of the globe, like countless others? Was she still alive?
“Make sure everything is neat and in order, slaves.” Robert ordered. He handed each girl a smart naval dress cap to go with their uniforms, though Louise noted these were costume props, not the real thing. “Your new owner has a taste for lovely young ladies in uniforms and he’s a stickler for detail.”
Louise glanced over at Naomi, her eyes wide with curiosity and fear. New owner. “We’ve been sold!” Louise thought to herself. She discovered she was trembling with fear as the slavers quickly bound her and the other girls. More rope was looped around their arms and chest in neat, narrow bands running above and below the captive’s breasts. The ropes kept their arms pinned tightly against their backs, helpless, but it also forced the women’s breasts out, so they strained against the fabric of their shirts.
The girls were gagged, a wadded up pad of cloth was stuffed in each girl’s mouth and a white silk scarf was tied between her teeth to keep it in. With some rope, the slavers quickly formed the four into a short coffle. Robert stepped to the front of the coffle, seizing Louise’ leash. With a sharp command and a quick tug on the rope, he led them out of the room.
Until then, the four captives’ only experience of the base had been the elevator that had taken them underground, following their capture and the short hallway between the cellblock where they were kept caged with a dozen other captives and the training room where they spent most of their time. Now, however, Robert led the former officers a different path, deeper into the base. They stared in amazement as they passed other cellblocks, filled with cages, each containing at least one naked, captive girl, numerous training rooms, as well as storerooms, work rooms and barracks for the slavers. Once again, Louise was impressed by the sheer scope of the organization which she found herself a helpless captive to.
Finally, the hallway terminated in a pair of double doors. A slaver stood guard beside the door. He nodded as Robert approached and pressed a button. There was an audible ‘click’ as the doors unlocked and swung open. Louise blinked, in the sudden light as she stepped through the doors and found herself out in the open air. This was a second entrance to the base. They had passed underneath the small mountain that dominated the center of the landmass and had come out on the other side!
The entrance was built into another quonset hut which was half buried in the hillside, like the one the women had been taken through when they were brought here. It was ringed by a tall wood fence, grown over with creeper and ivy. Scattered around were pallets of crates and metal drums, hidden under awning sof camouflage netting. The leader of the slavers, a man named Charles, Louise had learned, was waiting at the entrance.
Robert led the four captives to the center of the compound and ordered them to kneel, side by side, still tethered together at the neck. “Keep your heads down, eyes low. Your new master will be here in a few minutes.” he told them. “Try and make a good impression. How unpleasant your future lives are will depend on it.” Leaving them under guard from two of his men, he walked over and chatted idly with Charles.
The four women waiting, trembling in fear and sweating in the hot tropical sun for about ten minutes, when they heard the motor of a car approaching. A moment later, a jeep pulled through an open gate in the fence. One of the slavers was at the wheel. Sitting in the passengers seat beside him was another man. Louise risked a glance up. He was a tall man, probably in his late forties or early fifties, with a light grey stubble on his face. The man was wearing a uniform of some kind, though she didn’t recognize it from any armed forces she knew. It was gaudy, decorated with plenty of medals and yards of gold braid.
As the jeep stopped, he got out and strode over to Robert and Charles. They talked, their voices too low for Louise to make out, but all the same she knew the fate of her friends and herself was being decided. The men shook hands. Louise shivered in fear. They had just been bought!
Their new owner walked over to inspect his new slaves. He nodded to the man holding Louise’ leash. “On your feet, slaves!” The man commanded. With a soft groan, Louise struggled to rise to her feet, hindered by her bonds. The other three were having similar trouble. When all of them were upright, their owner went down the line, inspecting them. He started at the far end, with Lucy.
“Yes, aren’t you a lovely morsel…” The man said. He reached forward with one hand and grabbed one of her breasts. The young asian woman squealed into her gag as he fondled her body, but her bonds and the tether meant she wasn’t going anywhere, even when one of his hands slid underneath her skirt…
“Perfect…” the man proclaimed and moved to the next girl down the line: Konnie. The dark-skinned beauty squirmed under his attentions, but he was still satisfied. Naomi was next. Having seen what happened with her two friends, Naomi knew what to expect from their purchaser. Never the less, she still gave an indignant squeal when he reached between her legs.
Louise kept her head down, determined not to react at all when her turn came. She closed her eyes, inhaling sharply as his hands were pressed over her breasts, feeling them up through the thin cotton of her uniform blouse. She did her best to ignore it as he rubbed her nipples, pinching them. One of his hands continued caressing her left breast. The other reached underneath her skirt and began to rub her sex through the thin panties. Louise gave an involuntary whimper. It turned into a squeal as he brushed the band of cloth aside and slid a pair of fingers between the lips of her sex.
After a moment, his attentions began to have an effect on her. The captive’s cheeks flushed red with shame as she felt herself growing wet between her legs as he continued rubbing her womanhood. “Oh yes…” The man whispered to Louise. “I’m sure I will enjoy you…” he chuckled, evilly.
As he continued groping her, the man pressed close up against Louise’s body. She could feel his erection rubbing against her thighs through his uniform pants. Suddenly, his desire overcame him. Without warning, Louise’s owner suddenly grabbed the young woman and spun her around. He forced her to bend over. Louise whimpered into her gag as she felt him hiking up her skirt. Eagerly, the man pulled down her panties and spread her legs apart to reveal her wet sex. He unzipped his pants and quickly slid into Louise. She sobbed, quietly, as he pumped away at her, grunting loudly. It didn’t take long before he suddenly came, shooting his load inside of her.
The man panted, face red from the exertion as he slid out of her. Quickly, he pulled her panties back up and tugged her skirt back into place. Slowly, Louise turned back around and straightened up again, head bowed low with shame. The slavers had been watching her latest rape, without a change in expression. Evidently, this was not an uncommon occurance when they delivered their victims to their new owners.
“Excellent!” Their owner exclaimed. He leered at the other three women. “Don’t worry, ladies. I’ll see you to the rest of you once we’re aboard my ship. I’m not as young as I used to be, but I can still get the job done!” He laughed as he turned to Charles. “I believe all the arrangements are in order.” The head slaver nodded. Their new master smiled. “Good. Let us be off then. My yacht is waiting…”
At this, the slavers picked up the four women and carried them over to the jeep. They were set down in the back and their feet were quickly bound. Blindfolds were added to their gags. They listened as they new owner got in the passengers seat. The jeep started up. As it began to roll down the hill, towards the waiting boat the four former naval officers now sex slaves whimpered into their gags. Their new lives had begun...