Return to the Valley Part 10 (bondage)



The deep water dock was alive with action as Maria and Tonya were led back up
the gangplank.	They had just been released into the eager arms of the dock
workers after having hung from the ship's prow during it's approach to the
island.  Their arms hurt, and they shivered from the cold. Even though the
water was relatively warm, the wind caused by the speed of the yacht had
given them both a chill. Tonya wished that she could talk with her friend for
just a moment, there were so many questions she wanted to ask her.  Was Maria
here like she was, a bought slave, or was there another reason for her being
here.  Tonya felt she needed to know what Maria's motives were.  She needed
to know, but they were both still gagged, and had no opportunity to talk. At
the top of the gangplank Mako waited for Maria. He took her arm and led her
inside.  Tonya was diverted by another crewman, and led below.	Just as
suddenly as she had appeared, Maria disappeared from Tonya's view. Down
below, Tonya was led back to the galley, where she was greeted by the cook
and put back to work as if nothing had happened.  The other slave girls
looked at her curiously, but didn't approach her to ask where she had been.
They had no idea that they were now along side an island. Tonya tried to sort
out her thoughts while she got back into the swing of things, she was very
confused by Maria being there.

Maria was also confused, but not as much as Tonya.  Her worry over what had
happened to Joseph Booth was all consuming, and getting worse. Misa knew what
was worrying her new friend, and tried to cover for her when her
concentration slipped. But she knew that it would only be a matter of time
before their Master noticed and took matters into his own hands. Misa helped
the shivering girl get cleaned up and ready for Atamo's return.

Tonya was wondering if they were going to get to go ashore at all.  It was
now late at night, and the fat man had come to put them to bed.  He picked
out three girls who left the bunk room with smiles and then began running the
long chain through each bunk, locking the remaining girls in place. By now
they all knew what had happened, Tonya had told them where she had been, and
all the girls were excited at the prospect of getting off the ship for a
little while. Their chance came the next morning. When the fat man woke them
up the next morning, Atamo himself accompanied him. The girls all assumed a
kneeling position on the floor as soon as they were free from their beds,
Tonya included.  Atamo waited until they were all ready before speaking. 
Although he spoke in Japanese, Tonya got a translation from one of the girls
later. "Greetings my pretty ones.  You have all done very well this trip. I
am pleased with you all and have a gift I wish to bestow on you.  We have
arrived at Masako Island, which I know some of you have been to before. The
sun is warm, the sand is soft and beautiful. My gift to you is a full day of
pleasure, the freedom to enjoy the sand and the sea and take time off from
your work schedule to play.  I'm sure that we humble men can fend for
ourselves for one day."  He laughed and most of the women laughed with him.
"You will soon be escorted to the portion of the island I have set aside for
you, where you will remain until tonight when you will be brought back here
to sleep.  Go with my blessings upon you." Atamo smiled a big smile and
bowed, before leaving the girls alone with the fat man.  As soon as Atamo was
gone, the girls started talking about their good fortune, while Tonya got the
story from the girl next to her.  Tonya wasn't sure she believed it, until
they were ordered out of the bunk room and up on deck.	All the women blinked
in the sun as the long chain was reattached to their manacles, and soon the
entire line of nude women was being led down the gangplank and along the dock
to the beach accompanied by  the appreciative calls of the male crew.  The
dock itself stuck out from the beach quite a way in order to find water deep
enough for Atamo's yacht. Moored on the other side of the dock were three
smaller cabin cruisers, one with a radar mast, and the flying boat. Tonya
looked around as she walked, hoping to see Maria, but there was no sign of
her.  She wondered if Maria would also be brought out to the beach. The group
was marched halfway around the island, stopping at a low concrete structure
built right on the edge of the beach. To Tonya's surprise, not only were they
released from the chain, but also from the manacles on their hands and feet
and the chastity belts. At least everyone but Tonya.  Her chastity belt was
kept on, and Tonya knew why. It was because she had yet to be fixed. The fat
man, who had walked them down there, began to shout instructions. Again Tonya
couldn't understand a word, but what he said must have been good for the
girls cheered and smiled and began heading for the building.  So Tonya
followed. Inside, on tables, were snacks and beverages, which some of the
women eagerly began to consume. This was all stuff that had been denied them
aboard the 'Leta', and they attacked them with relish.	Beyond the tables was
something Tonya wanted even more, a shower.  A large community shower was in
place with shelves and benches placed close by where towels and soap lay
waiting.  The water in the shower was already running and the happy chatter
of washing women was loud.  Tonya grabbed a bar of scented soap and joined
them, enjoying the luxury of a proper wash. Many of the women were washing
each other and Tonya didn't object when someone started doing her back, she
decided to return the favor by	washing the body of the girl in front of her.
Soon many soapy hands were fondling and caressing other peoples soapy body
parts, and much laughter could be heard. With a disappointed sigh, Tonya
finaly left the shower. Frustrated by her chastity belt, she had been unable
to fully enjoy herself in there as the others had done. She grabbed a towel
and dried herself off, before carrying it outside with her. Some women had
gone out before her and were lying on their towels on the sand. One girl had
a big bottle of sun lotion and was moving from girl to girl, giving each a
good coating.  As Tonya settled on her towel to catch some rays in the warm
sun and pleasant company, it was almost easy to forget why she was there.

Maria couldn't forget why she was there. Dressed in a bright red silk kimono
she knelt at Atamo's feet while he sat at his desk, his penis in her mouth,
caressing the end with her tongue. Her hands were bound behind her with a
silk cord. Atamo sat back and enjoyed the motion of the American's tongue,
while he looked through more papers from his lawyers in Japan. Maria couldn't
stand it any more. She had to know what had happened to her former owner. She
pulled back from Atamo and looked up into his face. "Master?"  she said
softly, afraid of talking to him, yet afraid of not knowing the truth. "Did I
tell you to stop, Yoshi?"  Atamo asked, his attention still more or less on
his paperwork. "Master.  I beg your answer to my question."  Maria said a
little louder. "You beg nothing, Yoshi. Now back to work." "Where is Joseph
Booth, Master.	What happened to him?" Atamo pulled his chair back, fully
revealing the kneeling girl, helpless before him.  "I hear you mention his
name one more time, Yoshi, and I will have you whipped!" Maria didn't care,
she was sick with worry.  "Please, Master!" Atamo's look was dark, but then
he decided to tell her the truth.  "I had him shot." Maria's face froze, and
the two of them faced each other for a moment, unmoving. Then with a scream
that completely unnerved Atamo, Maria sprung forward and crashed into the his
chest, toppling them both backward over his chair. She was a woman possessed,
biting and kicking for all she was worth as she wailed of her loss.  It was
only because her hands were bound that Atamo was able to pull her off him
without taking too much injury. As soon as he was clear he called out for
Mako. When Mako came in he saw his boss nursing a bruise on his shin, small
bite marks on his chest and his newest slave lying on the floor sobbing.  He
wondered who had attacked who.	Atamo told him. "I want her stripped and
thrown in with the others. She has lost her status and will do bilge work
until she dies. I want her whipped and then locked in the women's quarters
until I decide what to do with her!"  Atamo yelled. Mako bowed and took hold
of the crying girl, who immediately began to struggle. Mako gripped Maria's
neck and began to squeeze. This got Maria's attention and she soon stopped
moving, only aware of the pain and the lack of air. Mako released her and
then dragged her out of the room, down a passageway and out on deck. With the
help of another crew member he stood her up and lashed her to a post which
held up an upper deck. The bright red silk that Maria wore, did nothing to
protect her skin from the bullwhip that Mako used.  It shredded under the
onslaught and by the time he was finished lay in rags under the bleeding
girl. She was left there to suffer for a few hours before being taken below
to the bunk room which Tonya had vacated earlier in the day, her fine gold
chastity belt now exchanged for a rougher steel one. The silken bonds
exchanged for heavy metal manacles. As the men left her, she cried herself to
sleep.

After an hour alone on the beach, the men began to arrive. Relived of their
duties now that the 'Leta' was docked, Atamo had given most of his sailors
the day off as well. Of course this meant that they were free to join the
women on the beach, what man wouldn't enjoy a day in a beautiful setting
surrounded by naked women. Tonya by now had eaten and had made sure that all
her exposed skin had a good coating of sun block.  She lay flat on her back
on her towel, watching the action. Some of the women were playing with a ball
that some of the men had brought with them, tossing it back and forth to the
excited cheers of the men.  Others lay together around the area, happily
engaged in more intimate persuits. Tonya watched carefully for any sign of
reluctance from the women, any sign that they weren't willingly fraternizing
with the men, but there was nothing to see.  She was happy that everyone here
was apparently here by their free will, and this made the FBI accusations all
the more puzzling.  The only fly in the ointment seemed to be the presence of
Special Agent Summer. If Atamo was an innocent man, then why was she being
kept naked and chained in his boat?  Tonya rolled over, the warm sun relaxing
her completely. She let her mind drift as she watched the men in their
various states of undress, and thought about Stewart at home. He was probably
wondering if he would ever see her again, she thought. Some more men came
into view, and Tonya thought they were also here to enjoy the fun of being
surrounded by so many naked and beautiful women. But then she saw that they
had brought one of their own. In a second she was on her feet.	It was
Rhianna. The men who had brought her walked away, not showing any interest in
the flesh on display. Rhianna stood, unmoving, her head low.  Tonya almost
cried to see her like that, and slowly walked over to her. "Rhianna?"  Tonya
said, once she had come within touching distance. Rhianna looked up slowly,
her eyes dull.	She was filthy, and bruises and cuts were evident all over
her body.  She also looked thin, her ribs showing more than they should.
Tonya was disgusted with whoever allowed her to fall into such a condition.
She took Rhianna's hand in one of her own.  "Come." Unresisting, the still
manacled FBI agent was led toward the concrete shelter. Some of the other
girls that had chosen to just lie in the sun for a while, watched as Tonya
walked the beaten girl through them, and a couple of them got up to follow.
Inside, Tonya led Rhianna directly into the shower, and turned on the water.
She was about to get some soap, when one of the girls who had followed them
came in with a bar. The second girl joined them, and together they washed
Rhianna down and cleaned her cuts. Despite their gentleness, it was obvious
that they hit some tender spots, but the agent remained silent until they
finished, when she spoke for the first time. "Thank you." Everyone smiled and
Rhianna was dried off and led toward the food and drink.  She took small
bites of what was offered and drank little, but soon Rhianna began to relax
and a little life was brought back to her eyes. All through this Tonya kept
up a steady soothing tone, much as she did when she tended to Liz Morning oh
so long ago.  When she was ready, Tonya asked the others to leave, she needed
to talk to Rhianna alone. "How do you know my name?"  Rhianna asked once she
and Tonya were alone. Tonya told her who she was, and about the discovery of
Liz Morning. When she mentioned Stabler's name Rhianna spat on the floor. 
"That bastard was the one who sent me here too."  Rhianna said softly, her
anger giving her more strength. Tonya continued her story, explaining what
she had found out and how she wound up here. For a moment Rhianna said
nothing. "So, you haven't seen Cory?"  she asked, wondering about her
partner. "No, sorry."  Tonya replied reluctantly. Rhianna took a long sip of
water then spoke again. "We were separated as soon as we were caught..."  she
began, and proceeded to tell Tonya about how she had been stripped and kept
in a dark room on board the 'Leta' for a long time, only taken out once, put
to sleep, to wake up back in the hole. She gestured to her stomach and Tonya
saw that hidden among the bruises and cuts, were the unmistakable signs of
surgery.  She had been operated on, and Tonya felt she knew what for.  So did
Rhianna.  She told Tonya that soon after coming back to the dark room she was
moved into the crew quarters and raped repeatedly by the crew during her
nights. During the day she was taken to the galley where Tonya saw her, and
made to work.  She was kept tired, and underfed, and soon she just didn't
have the strength to fight them any more. This continued day after day until
today, when Atamo told her that she would be joining the rest of his slaves
and that if she behaved she would soon come to know the pleasures of serving
him. Tonya was appalled, and speechless. She sat and held the chained hand of
the agent for a long time, neither of them saying a word. Eventually the room
began to fill with men and women, tired and hungry after running around on
the beach. Tonya watched as the naked women and the somewhat clothed men,
dove into the food and devoured what was left. She didn't notice that Rhianna
too watched the men, her interest sharpened by one in particular. "Tonya?"
Rhianna said. "Yes?" "By the water bottles, the man in the blue trousers and
white shirt." Tonya looked over and picked out the guy, who stood stalking
with a couple of his crew mates.  As far as she could see there was nothing
about him that was really very different  from any of the other men. "I see
him."  she said. "His sun glasses."  Rhianna said. Tonya looked again.	His
shirt had a front pocket, and a pair of sunglasses was poking out of them.
"Before he goes outside again. You have to get me those glasses."  Rhianna
gripped Tonya's hand as she said this and Tonya saw that she was very
serious. "All right, I'll try." Tonya thought quickly. She figured that theft
might be punished pretty harshly considering the system in place here. She
needed to figure out a way to get them without being found out. Then she hit
upon an idea.  Tonya walked over to a group of women standing in one corner
and asked them to help her out with a favor.  She didn't tell them
everything, just enough to get them to do what she wanted. The girls agreed,
and a moment later the group went over to the man, surrounded him, and began
to tickle him. His friends backed away, enjoying the man's obvious
embarrassment at being the target of so many beautiful women, laughing as
they did so.  The man backed up too, trying to fend away the many hands that
poked and caressed him all over, laughing even more in forced glee. The
entire group went out the door and onto the sand where they collapsed in a
big heap, arms and legs everywhere. No one noticed when one hand plucked a
pair of sunglasses from a pocket. Tonya hid the glasses the only way she
could, by stuffing them down the front of the ill fitting chastity belt, and
then worked her way out of the pile and toward the building again. Rhianna
had come to the door and watched the action nervously, but when Tonya smiled
Rhianna knew she had succeeded and smiled too. Her first since Tonya had
known her. The two of them retreated back into the building and hid in the
shower area, out of sight of everyone. "I saw this in a movie once,"  Rhianna
said as Tonya handed the sunglasses over to her.  "I tried it myself to see
if it would really work, and it did, but it took a little practice and you
have to have the right kind of frames."  Rhianna snapped one of the ear stems
off the glasses, and inserted the broken end into the lock of her manacles.
She closed her eyes and began to bend and twist the narrow strip of metal in
the lock.  "It only works on big locks too."  she said, popping the lock a
moment later.  Tonya was amazed. Rhianna looked Tonya square in the eye. 
"Now, to escape!"