Chapter 5: The Captives are Taken Onto the Ship

Despite the prisoners' fatigue, their captors allowed them no rest. The boss, who had greeted them originally, split them into two groups. He pointed out nine of them, seemingly at random except that he divided them evenly according to sex, with three males and six females in each group. Sheila, in the first group, found herself separated from both Ed and Wendy. Ken and Al led them into the room they had originally entered.

They were again bound, hands behind them, and hooded. Instead of draw strings about the hoods, leather collars provided with riveted-on rings were fastened about their throats. A cord was drawn through a ring in each collar so all nine prisoners were linked loosely together. They were led from the building and walked to the pier. The air from the sea soon had them all shivering in their scant attire. They heard the sound of an engine, purring softly close by.

A man grasped Sheila's arm. "Careful," he told her. "It's a step down. He aided her into the vessel and walked her, followed by the other prisoners, to the front.

"Sit here."

A moment later she felt a cold, wet bench against her bare buttocks and labia, a slightly concave surface against her right hip.

Another body squashed in beside her.

"Keep tight together," the man ordered; "there's hardly room in here for the nine of you." Someone withdrew the cord from their collar rings. The body beside her pushed harder against her own, but Sheila was grateful for its warmth. "I'm Sheila," she whispered, shivering.

"I-I'm Jane," her companion replied. "I can't believe this is happening. All this is so awful. What's going to happen to us? One of those men was really disgusting; I'm still cringing from it! This seems like a nightmare. I can't believe that just a few hours ago I said 'Bye' to Mom and Dad, excited about my date with Bill. Now, I'm kidnapped. God, maybe they're taking us somewhere where we'll never be found!"

I'd like to assure her, but I don't know myself what's going to happen. To any of us.

The boat began to move. From the motions of the waves, it seemed they were heading out to sea.

About half an hour elapsed, after which the boat slowed, then bumped against what proved to be a larger, ocean-going, ship. A man helped them into a boatswain's chair which lifted them, one at a time, onto the larger vessel.

As soon as Sheila felt her feet strike the deck, she felt hands grip her under the arms and lift her from the chair. A hand grasped her arm, and she was led quickly, so she had difficulty not stumbling, against another body and a railing. She felt a rope put through her collar.

Then, a hand went under her halter. "How d'ya like these tits!" a man said. His hand began squeezing and kneading her breast. She cried, "Please! you're hurting me!"

There was no response from the man. Instead, she heard another man's voice: "Yeah, wouldn't you like to fuck her?!" A hand, perhaps his, pulled her skirt up. "Hey! she's blonde--look at her snatch!," he added.

A hand went between her legs, and a finger worked between her labia, roughly probing. It felt uncomfortable, almost hurt. She exclaimed, "Stop! Please!" and she tried to pull away, but they had her jammed between themselves and the railing.

"Hey Roy! You two there!" she heard a man, farther off, yell. "Get the next one!"

The men released her. "C'mon Roy. What d'ya think? Chance we can fuck any of 'em-- before we dock at the island?"

She heard them trot away.

The person next to her, in a girl's voice, spoke. "Jesus! did they hurt you? There wasn't a thing I could do. My hands are tied."

"No," Sheila said. "I'm all right." But she was shivering, not just from the cold.

They stood waiting, for another ten or fifteen minutes. Then a man, in a loud voice, told them, "We're taking you inside now. Walk slowly, follow the person in front of you. We'll enter a door and there are steps down, so be careful!"

Sheila followed the girl who'd spoken to her, and after stepping over some barrier a few inches high, she took three steps. The girl in front of her said, "Watch it--here are the steps!"

They went down three flights. As they went, it grew warmer, and Sheila was grateful for it. She stopped shivering. At the bottom, they were led a short distance down a corridor. She heard a door open and a moment later she followed the girl, over a similar barrier, into a room. The person behind her, a man, stumbled against her, evidently tripping, and exclaimed, "Oh! sorry!" and righted himself. "Watch the feet!" he said.

Sheila heard the door close, and a bolt lock it. For a few moments she and the others stood about, not moving, but finally the man behind her said, "I think we're alone."

She heard another male voice say, "I think so too. Let's see if we can untie ourselves."

They aided each other in unbinding each other's hands, then their collars and hoods. They found themselves in a relatively small cabin. Their cabin contained four bunks, one above and one below against each of the longer walls. The floor was carpeted. They found a small bathroom containing a shower, sink, and toilet. A single recessed fluorescent light illuminated the main room, a bulb over a cabinet lit the bathroom. There were no portholes. One of the men said, "I think we're below the water line. That's probably why."

There were nine of them, six of them girls and women, and three men. Everyone was exhausted. The female prisoners took the four bunks, each lower being shared by two girls. The men found areas of the carpet to rest on. After about two hours, there was increased activity on the ship, and it began to move. All of them were so tired that, in spite of the noise on the vessel and its motion, most of them slept.