Return to the Valley Part 7 (bondage)



David Hull stood at the stern of the 'Leta', looking out at the ship's wake.
He and Tonya had just spent an unsuccessful half hour trying to get below
decks.	At each entrance there was someone to turn them, very politely, away.
 It was frustrating David because so far he hadn't seen anything he could
tell the FBI agents that were blackmailing him. Tonya stood beside him,
uncomfortable in the cold wind that blew right through the almost nothing she
was wearing.  She was also in pain from the clamps that held tightly onto her
nipples, and her arms were aching from being held behind her back for so
long.  It had been a long time since she had last done any long term bondage.
"Sir?"	Tonya asked, hesitantly. It took her a couple of tries to get his
attention. "Yes?"  David finally acknowledged her. "Sir, is there any way you
could take these clamps off me, its getting pretty painful?" David turned to
look at her, and shook his head.  "Just a little longer. After lunch I'll
take them off you, but for right now you have to stay as you are." "But,
could you at least untie my hands for a few minutes and let me work the kinks
out?" "No.  Sorry. We can't take the chance that Hiro's people wouldn't
notice.  We shouldn't even be having this conversation.  After lunch Hiro
opens up a set of cabins for the use of smaller groups. I've asked for one
and there we can do what we want. But until then you will have to wait."
Tonya sighed, but nodded her head. She expected as much, but the pain made
her ask anyway. "Have you seen anything I may have missed?"  David asked her.
 Both of them had been shown pictures of the two missing agents, in case they
were still aboard the 'Leta'. "Nothing.  It all seems like a big waste of
time doesn't it, Sir."	Tonya replied. David turned back to look at the
water, and they stood until a gong sounded announcing lunch. Lunch was served
in a dining room one deck down from the Salon.	It was done western style,
that is with real tables and chairs.  There was enough room at the tables for
all the Dominants to sit. Where their submissives ate was up to the Doms.
David had a seat reserved at the main table where Hiro Atamo sat, and he had
Tonya kneel by his side.  Most of the other submissives also knelt or sat
beside or behind their Doms, although there were a few exceptions.  Maria,
Tonya saw, sat on her Master's lap at another table, and the two of them
seemed to have fun with their food, each one feeding the other with their
fingers.  The Catgirl was in one corner, eating out of a dish, and in another
corner was a sub covered in black and red rubber who apparently was eating
from a tube that came out of a bag suspended over his head.  The tube
disappeared into the gas mask like helmet he wore. Tonya could only assume
that it ended in his mouth. That it WAS a guy was in no doubt. The only part
of him that wasn't covered was his erect penis, kept stiff by a ring around
it's base connected to a chain that ran all the way to his Master.  The guy's
rubber outfit was covered in straps that bound him tightly into a ball, not
giving him the slightest ability to resist being force fed. He was not even
able to relieve the tension in his very erect member. It bobbed slightly in
time with his heart beat, and looked like it would explode if someone so much
as breathed on it. Tonya felt a little sorry for him, but she had seen worse.
Once everyone was seated, Atamo told everyone to start eating. He wasn't
going to stand on ceremony today. This pleased his guests who began sampling
the Japanese cuisine that had been placed in front of them. David tucked into
his food with a smile. Leery at first, he had come to like Japanese cooking a
lot since he met Atamo a couple of years back. Tonya knelt and waited to be
fed, but after a little time went by, it looked like David had forgotten her,
so she bumped his leg with her head. David looked down with the faintly
surprised expression he usually wore, and then broke out in a big smile.
"Excuse me," he said to the table at large. Everyone, Atamo included, stopped
their conversations.  "Would anyone mind if my girl here did table slave
duties?" Atamo smiled, as did most of the Dominants at the table. "Not at
all!" he said. "After all, she must eat too!"  He laughed and Tonya once
again had that sinking feeling. David turned to her.  "Tonya, beginning with
me, I want you to service everyone seated here right now, and don't spill
anything." Carefully keeping her face composed, although she felt like
hitting him, Tonya nodded and crawled under the table. Her nipples burning,
her hands still bound behind her, Tonya fumbled with David's fly with her
mouth until his penis finally revealed itself. As she sucked on it she was
tempted to bite it off, especially when David began making up dirty stories
about her to tell the other guests.  She did use her teeth once when he got a
little too disgusting at one point, he got the message and toned down the
rest of the stories. As she worked around the table, she kept asking herself
what the hell she was doing there. With thoughts of Stewart in her head, she
kept going.

Maria, on the other hand was having fun. A little while ago she spotted Tonya
duck under the table, and while she couldn't see, she could well guess what
her friend was having for lunch.  Joseph held up his glass to her and she
took another sip of the strong whisky that he was drinking.  She knew she was
getting drunk, and vowed to take only small sips so she wouldn't be too
wasted.  Joseph, however was knocking them back.  Maria found it amazing that
he could drink so much and yet not feel the effects.  She had no idea how he
did it. Her face felt flushed but she kept on taking sips whenever the glass
was offered. At one time she looked over at Tonya's table, and found their
host staring straight at her.  His eyes seemed to bore into her and it made
her uncomfortable. She lost a little bit of the glow the meal had given her.
Unable to break eye contact, she noticed that he was moving slightly in his
chair. She guessed, correctly, that Tonya had made her way around to him.

When Tonya finally crawled out from under the table, her stomach felt
slightly queasy. Not surprising considering she had just swallowed the
ejaculate of five men and most of the juices from the lone woman at the
table.	Her face was shiny and sticky.	She felt like shit. David used a
napkin to wipe her face. "Mr. Hull."  Atamo said as people started to leave,
the meal over. "I would like to talk privately with you for a moment."
"Certainly.  I'll just leave Tonya with a friend."  David replied. "No. 
Bring her." David shrugged. "Sure."  He picked up Tonya's leash and pulled
her after him as he followed Atamo from the room. Atamo led them down a deck
and into an office. Even though he had been aboard the boat a number of times
before, David had never seen this room. He wondered what Atamo wanted. Could
he be on to them? Atamo gestured to a hook on the wall, and David tethered
Tonya to it.  Then the two men took seats at the desk while Tonya knelt once
more on the floor. "Mr. Hull. David."  Atamo smiled. "May I ask a personal
question?" Not knowing what Atamo was after, David said sure. "Are you happy
with your slave?" Whatever David suspected of happening, this wasn't it. 
"Er...sure, I guess."  he replied. "She is indeed beautiful."  Atamo stated
with the air of an expert in such matters. On this David had to agree, she
was definitely a damn sight more attractive than when he had last known her.
That idiot she had been hooked up with then had really been starting to beat
her toward the end.  It was a good thing she had gotten out on her own, he
had just been about to step in himself. "Is your arrangement permanent, or is
your commitment to each other on a more casual level?" Now David was warned.
He felt he knew where this was going, having heard about a few of Hiro
Atamo's dealings in the past.  He glanced at Tonya who knelt by the door, a
puzzled look on her face. It was then that he realized what he had to do.
"Tonya has pledged herself to me. She is as committed as I am to this
lifestyle."  He told his host. This seemed to please Atamo.  "Does she have
any ties to others?" Now Tonya got it. Her eyebrows raised in surprise. "No.
Just to me."  David answered. Atamo nodded. "I would like to see her. Now."
David nodded and got up.  "Stand." he ordered the kneeling girl. Tonya stood
and David reached for the two nipple clamps that had been on her since the
early hours of the morning, and released them both at once.  Tonya almost
bent double in pain, as the blood rushed back into her nipples.  It wasn't
the worst she had ever felt there, but it was bad enough. She wanted
desperately to reach around and rub her tortured breasts but her hands were
still bound behind her. David stood back and waited until she had gained some
control, and them had her stand straight while he undid her wrists.  With an
order to keep her arms at her sides, he finally released her of her bondage
and took away the gold silk that was all she wore except for her collar and
tiara. David took them off too, leaving her with nothing. Atamo stood and
took a slow walk around Tonya, making her blush with his scrutiny.  She
wasn't used to being examined like this. The first time with David had been
one thing, but this, with a man she didn't know and maybe hated was something
else entirely.	She held her breath, not knowing what else to do. Atamo
finally left her and sat back down. "Girl,"  he addressed Tonya, "I would
like to see you move around the room. You may stretch and caress yourself as
you like." Tonya hesitated a beat, looking over at David, who nodded
slightly.  She started walking around the room, stiffly at first, but
adjusting to a more natural pace as she grew more comfortable. She took the
opportunity to rub her sore nipples and bend her stiff arms, ever conscious
of how Atamo was looking at her. While she walked, Atamo started talking with
David about other matters. They discussed the state of American politics, the
economy, how their various fortunes were holding up.  Each time Tonya stole a
glance, Atamo's eyes were on her. "Stop!"  Atamo said loudly. Startled, Tonya
stood stock still, maintaining the pose she had assumed.  Her heart began
beating a mile a minute. "Face me at attention." Atamo yelled. She did so,
dropping her hands to her sides and holding her head up. "Kneel!"  was
Atamo's next command. She knelt, dropping to the floor quickly and silently.
Atamo smiled, making his face look much more oriental.	"I am pleased..."
David smiled. "...and I would like to buy her."

In the cabin that David had reserved, Joseph and Maria waited.	Maria was now
naked except for a steel cuff around one ankle. A connecting chain led to a
strong floor ring by the door.	She was lying on the bed on her front, while
Joseph sat beside her, still dressed in his tux shirt and pants, although he
had taken his jacket off. Maria was trying to keep still, hard to do, for her
Master had a feather in his hand and was using it on random parts of her
body. Joseph smiled as Maria wriggled and giggled. He loved to hear her
laugh. It had been a while now, but the message that was delivered to them
shortly after they got there just said to wait, so they did, each wondering
where David and Tonya had gone to. When the door did open, Joseph and Maria
were puzzled to see that it wasn't who they were expecting. Instead it was
the Geisha that Joseph had wondered about earlier.  The one that wasn't
Japanese. "Please. Come with me."  the girl had a definite German accent.
"Where too?"  Joseph asked her. "Please. Come with me."  the Geisha said
again. "Very well.  Maria, why don't you put on my jacket."  he said,
reaching with his keys for the lock at her ankle. When both were ready, they
followed the Geisha along some passages until they cam to a closed door. The
Geisha knocked and a voice said enter. She opened the door and waved the
couple in. Inside, They found themselves in an office. Hiro Atamo seated at
the desk. "Thank you for coming, Mr. Booth."  Atamo said. "Please, have a
seat." "Thank you for having us aboard your yacht, Mr. Atamo."	replied
Joseph as he sat down.	He motioned to Maria who knelt at his side.  "It is a
fine vessel you have here." "It serves me well."  Atamo answered, looking
over at Maria. Joseph nodded, not really liking this man. "I would like to
know,"	continued the oriental, "if your beautiful consort here, serves you
as well as this ship serves me?" Joseph raised an eyebrow.  "Maria has given
me the best of herself, I have nothing to complain about."  He said
guardedly.  Maria smiled up at him, but he didn't notice. He didn't take his
eyes off the man sitting across from him. "If you permit, I would like to see
her. Now."  Atamo asked, somewhat politely. Joseph turned to Maria.  This was
a request he was used to, for Maria did turn heads where ever she was.
"Maria, why don't you drop the jacket and stand up for Mr. Atamo." Not
suspecting anything, Maria stood and let the jacket fall.  As she stood nude
before the men, she once again reflected on how her life had changed. On how
just a couple of years ago she would never have done anything like this. It
always brought back memories of her time with Alan. As always she had to
choke back a tear. Although Joseph and Maria were unaware of this, what
followed was very much a replay of what had happened in this room just a
little while before. Atamo got a good look at Maria, then had her move about
the room while he watched her, before stopping her and moving on to the
reason for the meeting. Joseph knew from experience what was about to come.
"I would like to buy her!"