Chapter 2

“Time to wake up, honey.” Robert hears, just before he feels a cold hand on his foot.

“Nooo...” He hears another voice whine.

Sitting up and opening his eyes, he sees Jane at the foot of the bed, and Reyna struggling with waking up while it is still dark outside.

“Thanks, sweetie.” He says, sliding off the bed to give Jane a kiss, before moving into the bedroom for a very quick shower to help him wake up.

“Don’t make me get some cold water.” Jane threatens the girls.

“I’m awake.” Taylor says, rolling out of the way.

“Ugh...” Reyna grumbles, as she sits up.

“Once you are awake enough, please carry Robert’s bags down, and put them by the door to the garage.” Jane says. “I’m going to make sure everyone is up and moving.”

Stepping out of the master bedroom, Jane moves onto the first bedroom, opening the door to find the girls already up, and getting dressed.

“Good job, girls.” Jane says. “Go ahead and put your bags by the door to the garage. Robert should be down in ten or fifteen minutes.”

Moving into the bunk bed room, Jane finds the going a bit slower. Waving at Samira, who is already moving, she moves onto Lindsey’s bunk. “Lindsey, time to get moving.” She says, gently shaking her foot.

Lindsey responds by pulling her foot tighter to her body, and curling up into a ball.

Stepping in between the rows of beds, Jane reaches out and grabs her through the blanket, shaking her a bit more roughly. “Lindsey, wake up.”

“Don’t want to.” Lindsey murmurs.

“Life is full of things we don’t want to do, but still have to be done.” Jane says, shaking her again. “Welcome to real life.”

Raising her voice a bit, she says. “Girls, it’s time to wake up. Robert and the other girls are leaving in twenty minutes, and when I get back, we are leaving for the new house.”

Lindsey curls up even more, putting her head under the blankets.

“I’ll take care of this.” Samira says. “We’ll be down in ten minutes.”

Looking around, she noticed that Layne’s bunk was empty. “Did Layne not come to bed?” Jane asks.

“I’m not sure.” Samira admits. “She got up after she finished her exploration last night, and I went straight to sleep. I haven’t seen her since.”

Stepping out of the bedroom, Jane goes down the stairs, finding Layne in the breakfast area, passed out in a chair, two finished collars in front of her, and a third partially finished one in her hands.

“She looks so peaceful.” Jane thinks. “Maybe we can let her rest for a few more minutes.”

Hearing a few girls tromping down the stairs behind her, she turns back, “Hush.” Jane says, finger over her lips. Stepping closer to the stairs, she says. “Layne fell asleep at the table working on the collars last night. Try to keep it down; I’d like to let her rest as long as she can.”

Taylor nods, and walks more softly down the stairs, while Jane sees Reyna slip back up the stairs, presumably to tell the other girls to keep it down.

“She is so cute when she’s asleep.” Taylor says, gesturing towards the sleeping girl with her head.

“And so quiet.” Jane says with a grin. “You should have heard her last night.”

“What happened last night?” Taylor asks curiously.

“After she watched the three of you last night, she was curious, so we did a quick anatomy lesson.” Jane says. “Let’s just say that once she found her clit, she couldn’t get enough of it.”

Taylor laughs, holding her hand in front of her mouth to muffle the noise.

“I’d like you, Reyna, and Megan to keep an eye on her.” Jane says quietly. “She’s probably going to have lots of questions, I was hoping that you three can guide her a bit, and keep her out of trouble.”

“I think we can do that.” Taylor says.

When the van pulled out of the driveway, it contained at least one thoroughly miserable girl.

“It’s too early.” Lindsey complains. “Couldn’t we have done a later flight?”

“Lindsey, you were literally sitting there while we worked on this.” Jane says. “There were limited options where the seats were all together. And I doubt you wanted to be put next to a stranger, halfway across the plane from Robert, where God knows what could happen.”

“Umm ... No...” Lindsey admits.

“Good, then let’s not do any more whining.” Jane says. “We’ll be at the airport in thirty minutes, and then we will see how the new TSA process for concubines goes.”

“I’m a bit nervous.” Lucia admits. “I’ve never flown before. I heard TSA was bad before, I can’t imagine how bad it is going to be now.”

“Make sure you stay near me.” Robert says, looking back to reassure her. “I want all five of you as close to me as you can get. If anyone does anything to you that I don’t see, tell me immediately, and I’ll handle it. That includes TSA. Don’t do anything that will get you in trouble.”

“And Amber, if Robert isn’t around for some reason, you are going to have to speak up for the girls.” Jane adds.

“I won’t let anyone mistreat the other girls, Mistress.” Amber says. “They are doing this trip because of me, and I plan to do my best to make sure they don’t regret it.”

“Good.” Jane says, briefly making eye contact with her in the mirror, and offering her a smile.

When they pull into the airport, Jane says. “Ok girls, time to wake up and get ready. When I stop the van at the curb, get out, and start unloading your bags. If anyone speaks to you, let Robert or Amber answer for you, unless they give you permission to speak. Any last questions?”

Robert looks back, fully expecting Lindsey to have something to say, but when his gaze meets her, she simply shakes her head.

“Good.” Jane says. “Don’t forget to get breakfast before you get on the plane. Everything on the plane costs money, even a bottle of water, or a tiny bag of pretzels. If you eat before you get on, and the plane is on time, you may be able to skip paying the insane pricing on the plane. And make sure to use the restroom before you get on too.”

“We’ve got it, honey.” Robert says, as the van comes to a stop at the terminal. “I love you.”

“Please be safe.” Jane says, expression suddenly worried. “I can’t do this without you.”

“We’ll be fine.” Robert says, leaning over to give her a kiss.

As the kiss breaks, Jane says. “I love you.”

When Robert exits the van, he is pleasantly surprised to see the girls are all on the sidewalk, lined up with the luggage. “Well done, girls.” He says. “Wave goodbye to Jane, and then we can see how bad TSA is going to be today.”

The girls do, moving single file past the passenger window, ending with Amber, who takes up the rear. As Jane pulls off, Robert begins walking into the terminal, followed by his girls.

Looking around, Robert spots the airline desk, and walking up to it, eventually manages to get the attention of one of the middle-aged women working it.

“Hi, we are on the eight A.M. flight out to San Francisco.” Robert says.

The woman looks at him oddly, and then stepping to the side, appears to count the women behind him. “Are all ... five ... of these women with you?” She asks.

“Yes.” Robert answers curtly.

“And they are concubines?” She asks.

“Four of them are.” Robert says. “Amber, the young lady at the end, is an authorized handler.”

“Will you be checking your concubines?” The woman asks. “Or will they be accompanying you in the cabin?”

“Checking them?” Robert asks incredulously.

“Oh, yes.” The woman asks. “If you wish, we can put them in the cargo hold. It’s pressurized and climate controlled, they will be perfectly fine down there.”

“They are all staying with me.” Robert says, taking out his phone, and opening up the email Jane forwarded to him that morning, containing the ticket information. “Here is the ticket info.”

With a disapproving look, the woman scans the six tickets, before looking up. “I take it you didn’t print your boarding passes? I can do it now, but it’s a twenty-dollar fee per pass.”

“We didn’t.” Robert says. “I can’t just use the ticket email?”

“Not unless you have TSA precheck.” The woman asks. “Did you by chance do that for all of you?”

“No.” Robert sighs. “Fine, we’ll pay for the passes.”

“Here you go, sir.” The woman says a minute later, handing over the passes, and taking his credit card. After swiping it, she hands it back, saying. “Did you plan on checking your bags?”

“Yes, one for each of us.” Robert says, setting his up on the platform. Turning around, he grabs Lucia’s bag, and puts it next to his, motioning for the girls to each bring theirs up.

“Let me check your tickets, and make sure you already added the checked baggage option.” The woman says, clicking through her system. “Ah, yes, you did. That’s good, otherwise it would be an extra Forty-nine dollars per bag.”

“Is there anything that isn’t extra?” Robert asks, frustration getting the best of him.

“This is a budget airline, sir.” The woman responds, fake smile plastered on her face.

Robert sighs, and doesn’t respond as the woman scans each of the bags, adding the next to the platform as she removes the previous one.

“All done.” The woman says a few minutes later. “Security is up the escalator, to the right.”

Robert begins moving in that direction, slowing for a moment to look behind him, verifying that the girls are right behind him.

As they reach the TSA line, an agent approaches them. “Sir, are these concubines with you?” The agent asks.

“Yes.” Robert answers.

“Please come with me.” The agent responds, gesturing off to the side, and without waiting to see if Robert is following, moves in that direction, not stopping until he reaches a door. Opening it, he holds it open, waving Robert and the girls through.

Once inside, they see a metal detector, and a small group of TSA agents waiting. “Hand your bags to this agent, and then step through the detector one by one.” The agent says. “Then follow the directions of the agents on the other side.”

Robert steps through, his belt setting off the detector. The agents swarm him, yelling for him to put his arms up, and stand against the wall, while they wave wands over him, eventually being satisfied that he was clean. As he turns around, flustered and angry, he sees an agent pawing through his laptop bag, and Lucia about to step through the metal detector.

“STOP!” Robert says loudly, and Lucia freezes. “Lucia, take off anything that might set off the metal detector. Jewelry, collar, ANYTHING. The rest of you girls too.”

Looking over at the agent, he asks. “What the hell is this about? You guys have always been gropy, but this is ridiculous. I don’t believe for a second that you didn’t expect that I had some metal on me.”

“It’s the new policy.” The agent replies in an unapologetic tone. “After the bombing in Boise last night, security has been heightened, especially for concubines and their supposed owners.”

“Bombing?” Robert asks. “I didn’t hear anything about a bombing.”

“A man and woman traveling as an owner and concubine blew up a TSA checkpoint. Forty people died.” The agent informs him. “I deeply apologize for the tiny inconvenience you are suffering, but it’s necessary to stop more people being blown up.”

“That still doesn’t explain why you aren’t having people remove metal before going through the detector.” Robert insists, the agent’s attempt at shaming him failing completely.

“New policy.” The agent says. “We are working out the kinks still.”

Lucia and Emily manage to pass through without issue, but Lindsey sets off the detector. The agents swarmed her, slamming her to the ground, pinning her while they waved the wand around, getting excited when it went off near her lower stomach.

As one of the agents jabbers into his radio, the agent Robert had been questioning about procedure stays between Robert and Lindsey. “Stay still sir, or you will be restrained.”

Watching the men paw at Lindsey, Robert flushes, but manages to stop himself from pushing past the man to try to help Lindsey.

As they flip Lindsey over, one of the men asks another. “Full strip and cavity search?”

“Absolutely not. She is my property, and you’ve already potentially damaged her.” Robert snaps. “Lindsey, what is setting off their detector?”

“Belly button.” She gasps, eyes wide, and face incredibly red.

“Pull up her shirt enough to see her belly button.” Robert tells them. “My wife must have let her put in a ring without telling me.”

The men do, reluctantly letting her up when they use the wand again, finding nothing except the ring.

Stepping over to help her up, Robert quietly asks. “Why didn’t you mention that?”

“I forget that I have it.” Lindsey hisses, while she puts her collar back on. “That doesn’t give them an excuse to grab my pussy.”

“Do you usually let your slaves talk to you like this?” One of the agents asks. “We can give her a crash course in obedience if you’d like.” He pulls a handheld taser from his belt, setting it off to show sparks.

“I can handle my girls just fine.” Robert says, looking back at Lindsey, and giving her a warning look.

“I’m sorry, Master.” Lindsey mumbles.

When the rest of the girls make it through the metal detector, they were directed down a side hallway, before being seated on a bench. “Your bags will be brought to you when they are done being searched.” The agent says. “Stay here.”

“Are you ok?” Emily asks Lindsey in as quiet of a tone as she can manage.

“No!” Lindsey says, not nearly as quietly as Robert would have liked. “That asshole felt me up. He’d already felt the belly button ring; he just wanted a bonus grab.”

“Lindsey, control your volume.” Robert says. “I’m sorry it happened, and even more sorry that I couldn’t do anything to stop it. When we get to California, maybe you can try to find us a way home that doesn’t involve TSA.”

“I will.” Lindsey insists, glowering at him. “I’d rather stay there than go through that again.”

“What about your grandmother?” Amber asks her.

Lindsey doesn’t respond, just crossing her arms and glowering.

A few minutes later, two agents arrive with their carry-ons. “We had to seize a few suspicious items, sir.” The man says. “Here is your claim ticket, if you wish to file to get them back once they are inspected at our security facility.”

“How long will that take?” Robert asks, glancing down at the ticket.

“A few months, most likely.” The man says. “Assuming that the testing isn’t destructive, and they come back as innocuous, they can be reclaimed at that point.”