Chapter 15: The Captives Arrive on the Island

After a wait of over an hour, during which sounds on the ship diminished, the door was unbolted and two guards, each wearing a tan uniform, appeared in the doorway.

"We're going ashore now," one of the guards told them. "None of you speak unless a Master or a guard orders you to. Follow me."

Sheila immediately stepped to the front, and she followed him out the door.

I'll get right behind him. If I'm up front I may be able to observe things that people behind me won't be able to.

Sheila followed the man, who was black-haired and heavily tanned, with a mustache. He appeared young, possibly no older than she. He and the other guards looked Mexican, or at least like actors whom she'd seen play Mexicans in movies... She noticed, that although he carried no revolver, he did have a device in his belt which resembled a policeman's truncheon--except that the end opposite the plastic handle looked metallic. She and the other captives followed him up three flights of narrow, railinged stairs that were so separated that Sheila was forced to lift her feet high at each step

Oh god, what a mistake it was, to get in front. Without my panties on, I'm displaying everything with every step!

Her face felt on fire when the group finally stood on the upper deck. She felt so embarrassed that she didn't want to look back at the captives who had followed her.

A moment later Edgar was at her side. He whispered, "I tried to ask about you, but the few times a guard appeared, he wouldn't say a thing. He wouldn't even tell me if you were on the ship."

Looking around wasn't easy. After the dimness of the cabin the sunlight was blinding, and they were forced to squint just to see the white sand of a beach a few hundred yards away.

Sheila led the group, following the guard down a long ramp. It led from the deck to a pier that stood high out of the water on concrete pillars.

Anyway, by being in front I'll see more of the island.

When they reached the beach their eyes had partially adjusted to the sunlight, and they saw that the wood of the pier connected to a long boardwalk that extended to the left and right, paralleling the shoreline and beach. The guard turned to the right, and the group followed.

Because of the sun's heat, Sheila felt grateful for the lightness of her garments. After several minutes they reached a grove of trees where the boardwalk ended.

Sitting in the shade in plastic chairs and sipping drinks were about a dozen men and three women, all elegantly dressed in tropical wear, the men in white. Two of the women, a blonde and a brunette, Sheila guessed were in their forties. Both wore diaphenous evening gowns as transparent as the captives' garments. Although she was afraid to stare, Sheila managed to examine the brunette from the corner of her eyes. She couldn't perceive anything under the woman's thin blue outerwear, but she was a little too far from the woman to be certain.

The gowned blonde woman was arrayed in an excess of jewelry and wore a scarlet gown. The brunette, who was attired in a tasteful sky blue gown, must have each been voluptuous when younger. Her figure was still attractive but her abdomen and hips had probably acquired more girth than she wanted.

The younger woman was a trim redhead with a pretty face and an attractive, slender, schoolgirlish figure. She wore a white miniskirt that displayed her fine legs, a white halter that contained apparently fine breasts, ones that probably took B-cup brassieres when she wore them, and sandals.

Despite the prisoners having being warned not to talk, Edgar risked a whispered, "Rich.".

Sheila gave him a serruptitious nod.

After the group of prisoners were halted, one of the men in white, a tall, muscular man with a hawk-nose and wearing a broad-brimmed hat, got up from his chair. He turned to face his well-dressed companions and asked, "What do you think of them?"

They took their time. One of the other men stood and approached the boardwalk. He examined Sheila first, looking her up and down; then he examined the other women and girls, scanning each figure leisurely. Finally he smiled and said, "You've outdone yourself, Crane. This bunch is fantastic."

"For once, John, I agree with you, the redhead said. Crane, you're to be congratulated. These girls are model material."

John said, "Almost every one could be a Playboy centerfold. Where the fuck did you find them?"

The tall man smiled. "That has to be a trade secret, John. All I can say is it was an involved operation acquiring them. And expensive.

"Remember that during the bidding. For those attending an auction for the first time, I'll inform you now that the starting figure is ten, so don't pretend to be shocked when I repeat that later. If you really want to compliment me, don't be niggardly during the bidding."

"The men aren't bad, either, Crane," the blonde woman said. "I'm glad you brought three this time. Were you thinking of me when you chose them?"

"I'm always thinking of you, Deirdre."

Another of the seated men spoke. "You have taste, Crane. Nice teats on every one. That one at the end, especially. Have her give us a look at her knockers."

Sheila glanced back. She supposed the man was referring to the petite college girl with the long black hair, Robyn.

"You'll have to wait until later, George. There will be time to see what she has during the auction."

The other buxom woman said, "George has the usual big tit fetish that all you men have. You men should realize that shape is more important than size."

Another man snorted. "I'm a tit man, too. They're all fine with me, even the ones on the skinny broad. All their knockers are big enough for me."

"I 'm with George," another man interjected. "When it comes to teats, the bigger the better. When I get a new slave, the first thing I do is have her push her tits together for me to fuck. For that, they have to be big."

"Speaking of sizes, Crane" the blonde interjected, I hope that this time you got at least one man with a good-sized cock."

"Rita," Crane responded; "Do you expect me to advertise for them? Anyway, I have no idea what you'd consider 'good-sized'."

"Well, if you don't, let's have a look at them! With all the bidding that will go on for these adorable females, it will be dinner time before you get to the men!"