Chapter 2: Six Months Previously

Crane looked over the latest catch. They'd all been processed, and the men had been taken downstairs for storage. Their auction would follow the one for the women.

The six women were naked except for their blindfolds and, with one, a pair of glasses that hung from a cord about her neck. Each was fastened to the wall by cuffs about her wrists and ankles that kept her arms and legs well apart. This haul ranged in age from the fifteen year old... He glanced at his clipboard. Her name was Crystal Glass, the dark-haired, brown-eyed beauty on the left--a high school freshman and cheerleader. She was only about five-one or five-two tall. Her long hair had been undone and it dangled nearly to her hips... to the twenty-three year old blonde professional model, on the right.

He looked again at the blonde. Her breasts were probably dee size. As soon as he'd had her conditioned, he'd use them. All he cared for in big breasts was their suitability for a tit fuck. She would be good for that.

He'd developed the program nearly into a science. It now it took less than three days to condition even the most reluctant female. Some, of course, were more pliable: those, Crane theorized, had an innate wish to be dominated and disciplined. It was easy to bring the tendencies in those girls into full bloom. In less than a day he transformed them into slaves. They were easily sold.

After that blonde was conditioned, he'd have her delivered to his bed, naked. By then there would be no need for handcuffs. She'd be prepared to do anything. He'd have her press those full breasts about his thrusting cock, and she would obediently await his nod, upon which she would raise her head from the pillow and part her lips. Probably, like most before her, she would also close her eyes.

He looked at the girl whose glasses hung from a cord about her neck. Her name... he glanced again at his clipboard... Sarah Thompson. Tall. More statuesque than the other five. Each girl had been picked for her face and figure. His clients, with their wealth, could easily obtain normally attractive females. What they desired, and what they got, were girls whose attributes were exceptional. Crane required that their faces be at the very least pretty (in fact they were often beautiful); he insisted that their figures, which he considered of critical importance, be voluptuous.

By the time Crane delivered a slave to a client, she had been 'conditioned', prepared to do whatever the buyer desired. Of course that was true only of girls who the client wanted to be a 'slave'. An occasional client preferred, and therefore was sold, an untrained 'raw' captive. Crane had mixed feelings about such deliveries. They saved him time and staff personnel which otherwise had to be used for training. On the other hand, her delivery to the client so soon after the auction meant that neither he nor any of his staff would have the opportunity to amuse themselves with her beforehand.

Crane couldn't deny that the opportunity for enjoyment with a fresh, untrained and unwilling captive lended a certain spice that was impossible with a slave.

The motivation of a conditioned trainee was to please. It didn't matter very much what the client desired. Some had unusual tastes, that was true even of female clients. In fact now that he considered it, the women clients seemed more imaginative than the men in how they utilized a slave.

Regardless of what the slave had to do, in anticipation of performing it, she was taught to utter, "Oh, thank you, Master. I so want to do that!"

Or, some variation thereof.

Slaves who fulfilled the buyer's sexual fantasies, that was what Crane provided. It was for a price. Never less than ten thousand U.S. dollars, the initial acceptable bid. With this new batch, small as it was but of superior quality, he doubted that any would go for less than double that bottom bid.

He looked again at Sarah. He thought of her long lashes, hidden by the blindfold. He liked her hazel eyes. Her trim and shapely figure was particularly attractive. She had pert, moderate-sized teats that projected firmly from raised aroelas, little hills atop the larger creamy ones. Most of his clients were addicted to big-titted girls, but his own preference, unless he had the specific urge for a tit-fuck, was for slender girls with average-sized breasts. Hers--Sarah's--were probably bee size, ample enough for her girlish figure.

His new method of selecting candidates had succeeded better than he'd hoped, at least with this batch. Perhaps, of the six manacled to the wall, only Sarah would not have made a girlie magazine centerfold. Personally though, he considered her the most appetizing. of all. Her figure, less voluptuous than the others, appealed to him because her curves, while well-proportioned and distributed, were subtle.

I'll buy her myself!

In theory he could abuse his manager's role and simply take her, but that meant doctoring the books. Also, swearing unethical men to secrecy. His backers would find out--sooner or later--that he'd pocketed an inventory item worth, at the minimum, ten big ones, US.

He enjoyed trying out stock when they arrived, but it would be nice to have an item for a longer period. One he could mold to his own specifications. Sarah's mouth looked particularly sensuous, and he imagined her on her knees with her full warm lips--that she'd tinted with a maroon shade he found very sexy--encircling his cock, her head moving up and down on it, with those long fingers and nails stroking his balls.

Yes.

Crane could afford it. After three years he'd accumulated a sizeable hoard of cash, in U.S. dollars. Still a long way from the amount that was his goal, but he saw no reason to believe that he wouldn't keep the operation running for two or three more years, when he would attain it. Then he would get out. His backers had the foolish notion that they would enjoy their profits from this island indefinitely. He knew better. Some day the entire edifice would come crashing down. Well, he would be wealthy before then, and be gone.

He looked at Sarah again.

I'll enjoy training her myself. I hope she's not too experienced.

At present, the girls were subdued. The girl beside the blonde sometimes emitted a sob, but disruptions in the form of yelling or screaming had ceased. A few light whippings, applied to sensitive parts of their anatomy, had ended those. No application of a cattle prod had been necessary. Things had gone well.

Still, I'm a bit disappointed that not even one resisted more.

The girls were ready for their first indoctrination. None had as yet been given a thorough whipping. Of course that had been because he hadn't yet ordered any of the six to do much that was either embarrassing or disgusting. Three had objected to undressing while he and the guards watched. Upon his orders the guards had stripped them naked and whipped them. Not hard, but strategically.

It hadn't hurt them much, but that was unimportant. Chiefly, the women had been shocked by where the guards applied the whips. After that they became quite submissive.

He hoped none had been sexually abused prior to arriving this morning. Some of the thugs that he found it necessary to use for the kidnappings had even fewer compunctions than he. He knew very well one or more of these six could have been raped, although none had yet raised any such charge. He didn't care much if a rape had occurred if it had been been oral or anal. Either would serve as part of her indoctrination, an early example of what she was to be used for.

A pregnant slave would be a real nuisance. Besides the manpower adjustments it would cause, it would cut into profits. He hoped that this six would bring in a sum exceeding six figures. These were really that good-looking. If any had a fault, being pregnant was the only probable one. That would be a mini-disaster and would mean a refund of about sixteen per cent of his gross.

Well, tomorrow evening, when he'd allow each of them a little food, they'd be getting Doc's prescribed contraceptive, which would obviate the likelihood of pregnacies during their upcoming use here.

A girl in blue entered the room. The collar about her neck was gold-colored, actually made of solid brass; riveted to its circumference dangled a series of rings. She carried two bags.

"I have the indoctrination stuff, Master Crane."

"So I see. Well, the women are ready. Cleaned, inside and out. Get started on them, Nina, and give me a call as soon as you determine which one is the most responsive. I'll want her in my room tonight. Incidently, the brunette with glasses appeals to me. Keep a record of what turns her on. I'll probably want her as well."

"Two untrained slaves? That's foolish!"

Crane stopped. He stared at her, frowning. Back-talk from blue girls was becoming much too frequent. After a moment, he meticulously withdrew his prod from his belt.

"You aren't immune from being punished yourself, Nina. It's time to make an example of you. Unfortunately, you aren't the only blue girl who has the idea that she's no longer a slave. You know very well that I can do with you as I please. I can whip you anytime. For no reason if I want to. By now you've given me more than I want. Don't think that your cute ass will be the only target of this cat..."

He touched the stranded whip that hung from his belt with the tip of his prod.

"On second thought," he said, pointing the prod at her; "I believe it's time for this again. But not on your tit. You'll appreciate it more in your cunt."

Nina gasped. Frightened, the terrible memory of the last jolt of electricity returned. It had felt like a baseball bat against her breast. She began to tremble.