Chapter 20

The sun was just setting as JJ and I approached the large three story building for the 'Big Show'. The thought crossed my mind that if not for the events of the prior day, JJ would be inside, waiting to be implanted with the Org-X device, along with the group of other new inductees. She walked with ease by my side, her long white dress flowing in the evening breeze. Above her waist, the dress was nothing more than two shear strips of material, passing over her breasts, and tied around her neck. A thin gold string gathered the material and traced between her tits and around her back, keeping the dress conformed to her beautiful shape. A slash of her navel and flat stomach were open to the air, as was her entire backside. Even her perfect ass peaked out from above the hemline. She truly was a thing of beauty! Other couples were filing into the main entrance. Most consisted of an older man with a young woman, although there were some pairs of two women or two men. It was easy to distinguish the guests from the Club companions. I put my arm around JJ's waist and pulled her close. Slipping my hand under the thin material, I cupped her breast and teased the nipple. She let slip a faint moan. Her hand wandered down between her legs. "You be good" I scolded light heartedly. The drug kept her in a state of constant arousal, something her young body had yet adjusted to. It also seemed like her personality had changed; gone was the tough defiant teen. Now JJ seemed simple and naive, more like Abbey. Maybe this was her true nature and the girl on the beach was just an act. Anyway, I was pretty sure the drug dose needed to be lowered.

We entered the building into a large lounge area. There must have been one hundred or more people in the room. The staff walked around taking drink orders and serving hors d'oeuvres. I continued to tease JJ, holding her in my arms with my hands running over her ass and between her legs. She practically begged me to give her an orgasm. Looking around, I got the sense that we weren't the only couple with such motivations – the sexual tension was thick in the air. Then Tripp broke the mood. He was wearing a red smoking jacket which stood out like a beacon in sea of tuxedos, white dresses, and tan skin. Holding a microphone he spoke "Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome one and all to this evening's special event!" The crowd went silent. "Tonight we will introduce eight women into our family. And among those eight, we have a very rare pair of women ... a mother and daughter!" Applause from the crowd. "Very interesting story. The sponsoring guest, who by the way is here tonight..." There were murmurs as everyone looked around to try and guess who it was. " ... wished to bring along his female companion to the Club. As you all know, every Club guest must sponsor a new Club member. His companion did not have the wherewithal or funds to meet our requirements, so the only option was for him to pay all the fees and provide two new members." Trip paused for effect, and then continued. "Flash back fifteen years. Our guest's brother marries at the age of twenty to an attractive young lady. His wife was only nineteen at the time. Six months after the marriage, they gave birth to their daughter." I'm thinking to myself, this guy donated his brother's wife AND kid. Wow, that's fucked up. "Now normally we don't consider women much over the age of thirty, but in this case we made an exception based on circumstances. And as you will see in a few minutes, both mother and daughter are exceptional specimens! We will be having a 'first date' auction tomorrow for both ladies as a package. All proceeds going to charity of course."

"But our mother/daughter pair are not the only highlight of this group!" Again the guest's murmurs increased with anticipation. "We also have a young celebrity with a beautiful voice! She's a recent winner of a prime-time reality singing show in the United States. I'll leave it to you to see if you can recognize who she is amongst our group of eight. And now, if everyone will proceed into the stadium!" Three sets of bright red double doors swung open on the far wall. As the room began to empty out, Tripp's eyes met mine and he waived us over. "Mr. P.A., I understand all went well with you and your daughter's re-introduction." "She's my step daughter" I corrected "but yes, all went perfect." I prayed that JJ would remain silent and confused. "I am truly in your debt." "I'm glad you enjoyed your seaside rendezvous. And how are you doing young lady?" Hesitantly JJ responded "I'm fine sir. Do I know you?" "Well not yet, but this is my island. We'll get to know each other soon enough, after you have been trained." Even though JJ was in no way my girl, and even though I had just raped, fucked, and drugged her the day before, I still didn't like the way Tripp looked at her. "Trained?" she asked. "Don't you worry about that for now, I'm sure you'll enjoy living here at the Club." By now the room was empty, save for the staff gathering up empty plates and glasses. "Come Mr. P.A., join me for the festivities!"

We followed the bald man who 'owned this island' across the lounge to an elevator. Once inside the elevator, Tripp pressed 3. "We allow a select group of guests to view the woman up close before the induction. The look of embarrassment, confusion, and fear in their eyes always excites me" he grinned. As we exited the elevator, I was taken aback by the 'stadium'. It was nothing like I expected. We stood on a balcony that peered out over a very large round arena. It had to be at least one hundred and fifty feet in diameter; you could easily fit a full NBA basketball court on the floor. There was even a sports arena style jumbotron suspended from the high ceiling in the center. Around three quarters of the perimeter a narrow concrete platform cantilevered about eight feet higher than the main floor, forming a huge horseshoe – this was the observation level. Lining the raised platform was a single row of what looked like comfortable leather love seats, set back a few feet from the glass railing overlooking the spectacle below. Above the seats hung a multitude of large flat screen displays, I assume providing views from all angles and stages. Most of the seats were full by now although many guests opted to stand at the railing rather than sit.

Whether sitting or standing, everyone had a good view to the floor of the stadium. And it was here where things really got interesting. Ten feet or so in from the seating platform was a simple black railing. What was beyond the railing would have been hard to describe had I not seen the pictures during the guest orientation. There was a massive conveyor system that reminded me of something you might see in an automobile manufacturing facility. But as I knew, this conveyor did not build cars, it fucked up woman! The semi-circle of white structure and machinery had marked stages and between each stage were different robotic arms and frames which the conveyor passed under. Interior to the track the room was mostly filled with what looked like control stations and storage areas. In the dead center was a large round platform maybe six feet high with stairs climbing the circumference up to a huge Vegas style rotating round bed covered in silk sheets and pillows. There was also a second smaller dais positioned between the start and end of the horseshoe of machinery with a podium on top. "Why the round bed?" I asked Tripp. "Oh that, we display the girls up there after their induction. Plus, a random guest from the audience gets an on-the-spot rendezvous with one of the new girls!"

For the moment I had forgotten about JJ. When I looked over my shoulder, she was backed against the wall and shaking, scared. Again I thought about how JJ could have ended up down below under those machines. But to be honest, I'm not sure that would have been worse than it had been at the beach. God, am I starting to have feelings for this girl? Tripp was walking toward another door at the end of the balcony. I grabbed JJ's hand, whispered "nothing is going to happen to you" and pulled her along. Down an interior hallway and through another set of double doors, we entered a room that was again open to the stadium. But what immediately caught my attention were the eight ghosts lined up in a row along the glass balcony overlooking the audience below. Each ghost was really a girl, on her knees, with a sheet over her head and body. They were all facing out, toward the arena. All that was visible from under the sheets were their calves and feet which were strapped down to their individual pedestals. Based on the way the sheet flowed over their bodies, I would guess their arms were crossed behind their backs, wrists to elbows. Some sort of support, also under the sheet, must have been keeping them restrained in a vertical position, possibly attached to their arms and neck. The captive girls moaned in discomfort, unaware that hundreds of people were staring at their concealed bodies. Cameras broadcast close-up images to the screens mounted throughout the arena.