Return to the Valley Part 9 (bondage)
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Return to the Valley Part 9
It took eight days for the 'Leta' to make the trip south to the Caribbean.
Eight days during which Maria and Tonya, both unaware that the other was on
board, learned their new trades. Even though both were slaves to the same
man, what they did was very different. For Maria, it was a pampered life.
Misa, her only companion taught her everything she needed to know to please
her new Master. The day would be spent dressed in the finest silk, their
faces made up to the exacting demands of the finest Geishas. On their heads
they wore wigs designed by the best wig makers in the world. They looked
stunning! The only time they went naked was in Atamo's private quarters, and
then only at night, when they shared the bed with their owner. During the day
their duties consisted of being Atamo's personal servants, fetching his
meals, his drinks, and seeing to his sexual needs. Other than Atamo, the
only people they ever saw were Atamo's business aides, and Mako, the man who
had used the whip on Maria's first day. Mako was Atamo's "Major Domo", in
charge of every slave in Atamo's stable. It was he that took care of their
personal needs when Atamo was unavailable. A great deal of care was taken of
Hiro Atamo's personal slaves. Mako had the key to the chastity belts they
wore and saw to it that they had plenty of opportunities to use the bathroom
adjoining Atamo's bedroom. He also brought them their meals, and made sure
that they ate and drank very well. He was very careful not to touch them,
however, and he always carried his whip, which prompted Maria to pay very
close attention to her lessons.
Tonya, on the other hand saw the other end of the spectrum. She was a work
slave, nothing more. The schedule of her day was set from the very start,
and didn't change. In the morning before the first meal, she and all the
other work slaves scrubbed all the outer decks. The rest of the day was spent
in the galley with Kina and the other two slaves, preparing each of the meals
for the crew and passengers under the watchful eye of the cook. Between each
meal the galley would get cleaned, and at the end of the day the galley
slaves were escorted back to the bunk room. But Tonya found that things
weren't as bad as she thought they might be. They were fed well, and as long
as they did their work they were treated well. The cook, whose name Tonya
could never catch, wasn't against joking with the girls under his care, and
Tonya smiled a lot at the banter between him and the other Japanese girls,
even though she couldn't understand any of what they were saying. He even
seemed to ease up on Kina after a couple of days, so that even she wasn't as
miserable. The only person he didn't let up on was Rhianna Summer, the
captured FBI agent, who labored in the galley doing nothing but dishes or
cleaning the floor. It seemed to Tonya that every day Rhianna seemed to sport
a new bruise or cut. Tonya asked about it one night before lights out. As
each work group finished their chores they were locked in the bunk room with
their last meal of the day, and in this relative freedom the girls mixed and
talked. Most of them could speak English, and were full of questions for
Tonya about life in the States, which none of them had seen. In return for
telling them stories about her home, Tonya would ask about Atamo and his
business, and she managed to put together a small picture about the man she
now belonged to. Tonya was especially curious about Rhianna, and asked about
her, but not by name. All she found out was that Rhianna was kept in the crew
bunk room, where she was used regularly by the crew. Apparently she had done
some thing to anger Atamo and this was his punishment for her. The girls
were under orders not to talk with her, and had no idea who she was or where
she came from. This was immensely frustrating for Tonya, for even though she
spent most of the day in the same room with the missing agent, she had yet to
figure out how to contact her.
As time went on, both Tonya and Maria adjusted to their new lives, although
it was much harder for Maria. Worried about Joseph, it took her several days
to come to terms with her new position, and, even though she knew she had no
choice about being there, she had to admit that she had been treated well.
Atamo hadn't pushed her as much as he probably could have, he was no fool. He
knew that breaking Maria in slowly would yield him the sweetest fruit. He
was a patient man.
There was one way that Maria and Tonya were treated alike. Maria noticed it
only after a couple of days, while it took a week for Tonya to catch on.
Neither of them were ever fucked, by anyone! At night, Atamo would indulge
himself fully with both his bed companions, but it was always Misa with whom
he committed this particular act. At first Maria didn't mind, she was finding
it hard enough just to succumb to his other sexual needs, but as time went
on, self doubt began to creep into her mind as night after night her body was
spurned in favor of Misa's. She began to wonder what is was that was wrong
with her. What was it about her that repelled Atamo and caused him to perform
that most intimate act with Misa alone. She began to see herself as less of
a person and unconsciously began to strive harder to please him.
Tonya didn't notice because at first she was unaware of how sexual favors
were dispensed among the slaves and crew. Through talking she found out that
each night in a separate room, three girls were kept for the entertainment of
the crew. With three different girls being taken each night, Tonya figured
that she had to come up in the rotation sometime, but for some reason she was
being skipped.
Oddly enough, it was Tonya who found out why. Carmen, the German girl who was
the only other non-oriental slave aboard, told her that the only reason she
hadn't been given to the crew yet was because she had yet to see Atamo's
private doctor to be surgically sterilized. All of Hiro Atamo's women were
given hysterectomies. This scared Tonya, she wasn't ready to give up their
ability to have children some day. For Tonya, it was a big reason to get off
the boat and back to her real life. If she had known that Maria was aboard
and in much the same position, it would have worried her even more.
Misa held out on giving Maria this vital information. Atamo had ordered her
to keep silent about it. He knew what it was doing to Maria, and welcomed it.
Feeling the pressure of time, Tonya knew she had to talk with Rhianna Summer.
On the eighth day of her enslavement, she thought she had a way of doing so.
One of her tasks in the galley was to clean the vegetables, a task she
performed at the galley's sinks when there weren't any dishes being washed.
During this time the FBI agent scrubbed the floor. Keeping one eye on the
cook, Tonya waited until Rhianna was close by and then nudged a wire basket
of mushrooms off the counter beside her. She immediately dropped down to pick
them up, now coming face to face with the startled agent. "Rhianna." Tonya
whispered, franticly picking up mushrooms. Rhianna's normally blank face
focused for just a moment, and Tonya wondered about how miserable the woman
had to be. Unlike all the other women on the boat, who had volunteered to be
a part of this life, here was a woman who had been dragged in against her
will and beaten until she had submitted. "Rhianna, you aren't alone here."
Tonya whispered again quickly. "I can get a message out...OW!" The cook had
come over and had begun hitting Tonya with his spoon. She gathered up the
last of the mushrooms while a nervous Rhianna moved away on her hands and
knees, her heavy chains dragging on the deck. The cook stood over Tonya
smacking her with the spoon for the better part of an hour before settling
down, and Tonya hoped that he pain had been worth it. Had her message gotten
through to the beaten woman.
That evening the schedule changed. Atamo was sitting in his office looking
at a prospectus that one of his guests had left him. A company called B.E.I.
was doing research on electronically controlled bondage toys, and needed some
start up capital to begin development. Atamo thought the idea amusing, and
made a mental note to check in on it at a future date. Mako appeared at the
door. "It is time, Atamo-San." He told his boss. Atamo nodded. "Fetch
them." Mako bowed, and left.
A crewman turned up in the galley just as the after meal clean up began. The
cook wasn't happy, but directed the man over to Tonya who was busy unloading
dishes from a dumb waiter. Without any ceremony, the man pulled Tonya's apron
off and undid the manacles on her wrists, recuffing them behind her back. He
then took hold of one of Tonya's nipples and, with a smile, pulled the
helpless girl out of the room. The man pinched hard, and Tonya didn't want to
cause herself even more pain, so she hurried along as best she could, along
the passageway to the ladder leading to the fore deck. She was helped up the
ladder onto the deck and stood there blinking, puzzled as to what was going
on and suddenly unused to being naked outside again. All this time, the only
time she had ever been naked was in the bunk room. Otherwise she was always
given something to cover herself up with. She was also unused to the sun. The
deck cleaning was usually done just before dawn and any sunlight she saw was
usually low in the sky after just having come up. Now the sun was bright and
hot and felt very good to her sun starved skin. She was led forward toward a
group of men standing at the bow and had a sudden recall of what had happened
to Kina here just a week before. Her fears grew when Atamo joined them.
"Welcome." He said, smiling. "While we wait for our other guest let us
prepare you." He gave a short order, and Tonya's cuffs were removed. Her
hands were brought forward and a set of suspension cuffs were fitted. Tonya
couldn't understand it. What had she done? Could she have been found out?
She was about to risk asking when a ballgag was placed in her mouth and
buckled on tightly. Fear gripped her as lines leading out over the water to
the end of the spar were attached to her wrist and ankle cuffs. The men
paused for a moment and Tonya turned to see where they were looking. Another
woman was being led toward them, naked as she was, except for a much finer
and more ornate gold chastity belt. She was already gagged and her eyes had a
frightened look that must have mirrored her own. It took a moment to realize
who it was because the other woman was bald too! It was Maria. Maria
recognized Tonya too, and she was very glad that she was there. Although the
fact that Tonya seemed as well bound as her didn't give her much confidence
about her situation. As Maria was being trussed up like Tonya, Atamo made a
short speech to both of them. "Welcome, welcome. As you can see we are about
to make land fall," he said, pointing out in front of the boat. Both women
looked and could see a smudge on the horizon that could be interpreted as
land. "my island home. It has been my tradition to arrive here with my
newest acquisition hanging from the prow, as did the pirates who plied these
waters hundreds of years ago. The two of you have the honor of being the
jewels of my latest voyage. And so the honor of leading my ship to port is
yours." Both women fought the men who picked them up and lowered them over
the side of the boat. They feared that they were about to be drowned, but the
lines they were attached to pulled them up until they hung side by side over
the racing water, their legs pulled back until their bodies held the same
angle as the prow. The water being pushed aside by the fast moving ship,
sprayed the two of them down, making their skin glisten, and the wind
produced by the ships speed rang through their ears. Strangely, Tonya was
reminded of the movie "Titanic" and she considered how the box office would
have been even bigger had Kate Winslet been strung up like this, instead of
just standing at the prow. The thought nearly made her forget her fear. "You
should be in no danger." Atamo called down to them. "The water here is warm,
it is not the punishment it is in the North Atlantic. Also, you should be
clear of sharks!" Atamo's laughter faded away and the two women stared at
each other as the island drew close.
End of Part 9
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