Return to the Valley Part 6 (bondage) Return to the Valley Part 6 "Joe! Glad to see you!" David Hull called out. Tonya looked up to see who he was talking to. It turned out to be the gray haired man with Maria. Pulling on her leash, David guided Tonya over and the two men started talking like long lost friends. While they did, Tonya knelt beside David and the two women took stock of each other. Tonya offered Maria a smile but said nothing, she wasn't sure if she was allowed to talk, but didn't want to take the chance. She wondered if Maria recognized her, but doubted it. A kenneled Pet never got to see their keepers, but they might recognize voices. Meanwhile Maria wondered who this girl was. She knew David, off course. He had been by her Master's place a number of times, but never with this girl. But then, the man rarely showed up with the same girl twice in a row. Her thoughts were interrupted by David reaching down and brushing the gag she wore. "Still having problems, Joe?" David asked her Master. "No. She has pretty much learned when it is appropriate to open her mouth." replied Joseph Booth. "But I do like to look at her like this." he continued with a smile. The men both looked at Maria for a moment, making her blush. "May I compliment you on your companion." Joseph said, indicating Tonya. "Why thank you, Joe. She does polish up nice, doesn't she?" Tonya would have kicked him if she could. "Always the one with the understatement, David. She is positively beautiful. Maybe we can get together after lunch for a little fun." "Sure, Joe. Anything for you, but we had better mingle." David was just starting to move away when a voice from behind made the group turn. "Welcome, Mr. Booth, Mr. Hull. You honor me by being here." The speaker was evidently their host, Tonya thought. Hiro Atamo himself. But he wasn't what she was expecting at all. She had, up to now, though of him as being some short, old, Japanese gentleman, like something out of the "Karate Kid". Instead Hiro Atamo was tall, at least for a Japanese, at almost six foot. He also must have had some Caucasian blood in him for his face bore little of his oriental birthright. He looked to be in his thirty's, and both Tonya and Maria thought him quite handsome. Off course, they did nothing more than take a quick glimpse, before casting their eyes downward again. "Well, thanks for the invite, Hiro." David answered back with a smile. "Yes, thank you, Mr. Atamo." Joseph added. Atamo smiled at them, until he noticed that David didn't have a glass in his hand. "Not drinking, Mr. Hull?" Atamo asked. His voice had that oriental cadence, but otherwise was free of any accent. "Not offered, Mr. Atamo." David replied. A scowl crossed Atamo's face. "Kina!" He yelled, making a few of the surrounding people look around. A few seconds later a Geisha, dressed exactly like the one on the plane, including the same hairstyle, rushed to Atamo's side and knelt, placing her head on the floor. "Kina, why has this gentleman not been given something to drink?" Atamo said sharply. The girl looked a little lost, and admitted that she didn't know. "I will not have you embarrassing me like this in front of my guests." Atamo shouted. Now the whole Salon went silent. "I'm sorry, Master Atamo." wailed Kina, "I will serve him myself right now!" "Stand up!" Kina stood up, her head hung in shame. Atamo gripped the sides of her kimono, and ripped the shimmering, translucent material from her shoulders. He continued to rip until the kimono lay in tatters on the floor around the now naked girl. "You will remain like this for the rest of the cruise, now go fetch Mr. Hull his drink!" Kina gave a short bow, and hurried off. She knew she was now the low slave on the boat. Not allowed to clothe herself she had lost privileges and status among her sisters. It was doubtful she would be doing much above decks again. "My apologies, Mr. Hull." offered Atamo with a bow. "Accepted." was David's only reply. Conversation in the Salon picked up again, now that the show was over. Hiro Atamo stood for a moment looking at the women kneeling at David and Joseph's feet. "Very beautiful." he said warmly. "Are they named?" Joseph gestured for David to go first. "This is Tonya, I picked her up just recently." David said. Tonya felt a hand at her chin and her head was tipped back so she could look directly into Atamo's eyes. In her mind she could see the injuries inflicted on Liz Morning, possibly because of this man. Injuries that would definitely mean that the popular actress wouldn't be doing any more of the swim suit shots she was famous for. Tonya had to work hard to keep the hate and fear out of her eyes, instead she looked away, focusing on his lapel. "Stand please, girl." Atamo ordered. Tonya resisted the urge to look over at David, not knowing how Atamo would take it. Instead she stood up, mindful of how Atamo treats his own women. "Ingenious." was Hiro Atamo's comment about Tonya's outfit. Tonya obediently turned when directed so that Atamo got a good view of her body. "May I?" he asked David, who nodded. Atamo immediately grabbed Tonya's hair and bent her forward, the front of her outfit now hung from her waist, and her breasts pulled on the nipple clips. Tonya held her breath as she felt fingers rubbing her hairless groin. One finger found her slit, and dipped briefly into it, it's passage greased by the wetness produced by the stimulation of the nipple clips. There was a quick probe at her anus, but no penetration, before she was stood upright again and allowed to kneel. Atamo casually placed the hand he had used on her in front of her face, one finger wet with her own juices. Tonya did what was expected of her, and sucked it clean. It was all she could do not to bite it off. "A very beautiful, and excited young woman." laughed Atamo. The other men laughed too. Atamo then did the same to Maria, getting permission from Joseph to do so. Maria, not knowing anything about kidnapped girls, thought nothing of the exam. In her time with Joseph Booth, she had been examined many times by many men and women. Unlike her private life with Alan, life with Joseph offered her little privacy. Her body was as familiar to many of New York's BDSM community as was the Statue of Liberty. The only reason she was willing to bare it however, was that while many could touch, none could use. Joseph had never allowed her to be used for sexual purposes by anyone other than himself, despite the many offers he had gotten. Atamo finished, noting again with satisfaction how easy it was to sexually stimulate a woman. He often wondered what women could resist his charms once bound and stripped of dignity. He was about to offer his wet finger to Maria, but remembering that she was gagged, instead extended it to Tonya. He noticed that Tonya didn't hesitate to take his finger with the other girl's sexual juices on it into her mouth. He was satisfied. Neither of these women were plants. Their submissiveness was clear and beyond question. Ever since he had discovered the fake "Master and Slave" aboard his boat a little while ago, Atamo had been edgy that his enemies would try again. This was why he personally tested each new submissive that came aboard. Well, he thought, at least now the fakes were finding out first hand the realities of what they pretended to be. He continued to offer small talk to the two men, especially Joseph whom he was meeting for the first time, before bowing and moving on to another couple. Another new submissive to check. As he moved away he took one last look at the two kneeling women and sighed. He knew he would have to see them again. Joseph watched as Atamo moved away while David looked around for another Geisha. He wasn't sure what it was, but he found Atamo unsettling. "Say, Joe. Would you mind? I have to find the bar." David held up Tonya's gold chain and Joseph took it. David patted Tonya's head and disappeared into the crowd. The people coming in and out of the door next to him were starting to bother him, so he moved a little way along the wall until he came to an empty seat. Maria followed him on her hands and knees, as she had been taught to. She had no leash. Tonya debated whether to get up, but decided to remain on her knees too, although she was very conscious as to how open it left her regarding her outfit. Unable to use her hands, she shuffled forward as best she could, pulled by the chain at her neck. Once seated, Joseph had the two girls kneel together at his side and signaled to a passing Geisha. He was surprised to see that this girl wasn't Japanese. Either American or European, he wouldn't be able to tell unless she spoke, but definitely not oriental. He ordered a large glass of water and a refill for himself, the Geisha bowed and scurried off. Joseph bent low and undid Maria's gag. "What do you think of the party so far?" he asked her. "Fascinating," replied Maria, "I only wish we hadn't had to get up so early!" Joseph laughed, Maria smiled, and Tonya gave them both a second look which must have telegraphed on her face. "It seems our new friend is a little shocked by your lack of manners." Joseph said smiling. Maria smiled, but said nothing. "Tell me my dear," said Joseph to Tonya, "what do you think of the party?" Tonya hesitated, not knowing if she was permitted to speak to this man or not. But then, she hadn't been told that she couldn't speak to anyone. "I don't know, Sir. I haven't really seen any of it yet." Joseph's smile deepened, and Tonya relaxed a little. "An honest answer. I like that." he said. The Geisha showed up with his order and he passed the glass of water down to Maria, who took it in her cuffed hands. "Go ahead and share that." Joseph instructed. "You will have to help Tonya drink, Maria, and I will let the two of you talk quietly together." "Thank you." Maria said, and helped Tonya take a sip from the glass. "Your voice sounds familiar," Maria said quietly while Joseph turned his attention to the other party go-ers. Tonya waited until the glass was taken away before replying. She had debated whether or not to reveal her identity to Maria. She was worried that a having a connection to the Kennel might reawaken Atamo's suspicions. But she figured that Maria would work it out for herself anyway. An admission now would allow her to do a little damage control. "It should, you've been hearing it for a couple of years now." Maria frowned. She knew the voice was very familiar, but couldn't think where she had heard it before. Then she connected it with the name. "Tonya? From the Kennel?" Tonya smiled and began to laugh, and Maria joined in. Soon the two of them were hugging as best they could, tears running down their eyes from laughter as they acknowledged how close they actually were. Joseph turned to the two women at his feet and was about to tell them to be quiet, when he saw how excited Maria was. Evidently she had just been told something that made her very happy, and that gave him pause. He knew all about her loss, how her previous Master had been shot and killed by a police officer, and had done his best to help her through it. A member of the community was a psychiatrist who was happy to help Joseph out with grief counseling for Maria. Yet it was rare when he heard true laughter coming from her, rare enough that he was loath to stop it. So he watched as the two young women whispered quietly together, and smiled. He was glad for something to smile about. Up until now he had been wondering what he was doing here. His invitation was through a friend who couldn't make it himself, and at first Joseph Booth couldn't decide whether he wanted to go or not. It was only because he thought that Maria might enjoy a some time away from the city that he finally agreed. Now that he was here, he wondered what was unsettling him. It couldn't be the motion of the boat. As a former navy officer he was well used to movement of the water. In fact, he considered that he might be one of the few people in the room right now that was aware that they were now underway. The 'Leta' had to have been fitted with the very latest in anti roll technology, but if you knew what to look for you could still feel the change in motion. He put down his drink and watched the ripples, a tell tale sign that the engines were running. It would take a bigger boat than this to dampen that out. It wasn't the guests either. Apart from the submissives this party was somewhat restrained as far as other BDSM get togethers he had attended. Atamo's invitation was very firm in saying that all Dominants were to be in formal dress. The submissives could be clothed any way they wished, but overt nudity was to be kept to a minimum. As far as Joseph could see, the only nude person in the room right now was Kina. He didn't really count Sabian, the Catgirl. The rest of the submissives were either completely covered in erotic clothing, such as leather, rubber and latex. Or, were scantily dressed in various styles like Tonya and Maria. In fact, Maria seemed to be the least dressed among them, although Tonya's outfit was a close second. He looked down to see that the girls had finished the water, so he took the glass away from them and withdrew his permission for them to speak. They knelt, side by side quietly, while he continued to look around the room. Every so often he would glance down at them, and it began to occur to him that if you ignored their faces, Tonya and Maria were much alike in their general build. He was musing this when the party go-ers began moving forward. Puzzled, Joseph waited until he saw David, who was pushing against the tide of people to get to them. "What's happening?" Joseph asked. "It's Atamo. He's on the case of that girl again. It seems he's going to make an example of her." replied David, who took Tonya's chain back. Without a word he urged Tonya to her feet and retreated back the way he had come, following the few people that were left in the Salon. With a shrug, Joseph urged Maria to her feet and they followed. People were crowding the forward decks, leaving just a small clear spot right at the bow. Joseph found a place he could watch from, and helped Maria squeeze in so she could look too, he had by this time lost track of David and Tonya. He wrapped his arms around Maria and let his left thumb play with one of her nipples, this generated a soft sigh from the girl. At the bow, stood Atamo, one of his sailors, and Kina. The girl was now not only naked, but also hairless. Joseph realized that the elaborate Geisha hairdo was only a wig. Kina was bald. Atamo was shouting in Japanese at her, so no one really knew what the trouble was. But a few guests who had seen him do this before told others that it was worth watching, so the crowd stayed. The sailor took the girl and fastened big leather cuffs to her wrists and ankles, then connected ropes that were laying nearby to each cuff. He took his station next to a spar that projected forward from the deck over the water. During this, Atamo never let up. The crowd knew he was finished when he made a dismissive gesture toward the girl, turned around and stormed off. Kina immediately began calling out to him, begging. The sailor began hauling on some rope. Once you knew it was there you could see that the rope passed through several winches fastened to the forward leaning spar, and then directly to the naked girl. The now screaming girl was dragged off her feet toward the bow, she had nothing to grab hold off, the bow railing having been removed for this event, and was very soon dragged off the deck entirely and hung suspended over the water in front of the speeding ship. The sailor carefully lowered the girl to just above the water line and then tied off the ropes to her arms. Then he hauled some more on the ropes attached to her ankles until she was face down over the water, her legs spread on either side of the prow. The sailor tied off the ropes, replaced the bow railing, and then left her there. This was the signal to the crowd. They surged forward for a better look. Kina was held tightly in a spread eagle over the water. As the 'Leta' plowed through the waves, a cold spray would engulf the frightened girl, making her wail. Many of the guests with weaker stomachs left as soon as they fully realized what the girl would be going through, while others stayed to watch and hear her scream. Joseph led Maria back into the Salon, disgusted with the display, and there they remained until lunch was called.