Chapter 1: Maneuvering Monica
Monica Freeman was a single mom, proud of her two beautiful daughters. Maria was a
twenty-one year old and Megan had just turned eighteen. Both girls had their mother’s
stunning looks, with natural blonde hair and deep blue eyes, packaged in bodies that made
most men drool. Even Monica, nearly forty years old now, still drew many stares, keeping
her body fit and toned.
But life was not a bowl of cherries for the three ladies, as her husband abandoned
Monica shortly after Meg was born. For years they struggled to make ends meet until just a
couple of years ago, when Monica found her dream job. She started working for Samuel
Coltrain, a wealthy financier, mainly dealing in real estate. She still worked hard and
long hours, but no longer needed a second job, her salary finally earning her enough to
pay all her bills.
Maria was Monica’s greatest heartache, still living at home with no prospects to
make it on her own. She was a beautiful girl, but lazy and unfocused, causing her mother
much grief and concern. Meg was her polar opposite, a great student and an even better
person. She already had a job as a waitress, earning more money than her sister ever did
and she was saving most of it for college. But she loved them both and would do anything
she could to help them, even though Maria tended to take advantage of her love.
It was just a week after Meg’s eighteenth birthday when she was called into Sam’s
(he insisted she call him that, instead of his more formal title) office. He had her sit
down and offered her some coffee, a strange reversal since she always got his for him.
Once he handed her a cup and took his seat behind his desk, she started to worry for some
reason.
“Well Monica I hear congratulations are in order, your youngest just turned
eighteen,” he said, after taking a sip from his cup.
“Thank you Sam, I am very proud of Meg,” she replied. Sam had always shown an
interest in her and her girls, and had helped them financially shortly after Monica
started working for him. Of course she had paid him back once she got caught up, but she
never forgot his initial kindness.
“I would like to offer you and your girls a little getaway to my villa in the
Caribbean, all expenses paid of course,” he said, watching her eyes go wide in surprise.
“Sam, I’m flattered and appreciative, but that is not necessary,” she replied,
wondering if she ever had a real vacation before.
“I think it is, you have been a diligent and hard working employee since I hired
you. Two years now and I know you have not taken a single vacation and you have four weeks
coming to you. I expect the girls could make arrangements to take a month off and the
three of you can enjoy what might be the last chance for a family vacation, they are grown
up now you know.”
He was right and the offer was amazing, she had seen pictures of his estate on a
small island in the tropics. It was not one of those tourist islands; rather it was nearly
private. She knew he had an estate there along with a dozen other wealthy people who
valued the seclusion it offered. This was an offer she could not refuse once she thought
about it and she was sure the girls would enjoy it too.
“Since you put it that way Sam, let me talk to the girls and maybe we can take you
up on your offer,” she replied; now thinking about warm water and palm trees.
“That will be fine, let me know tomorrow and we can make the arrangements,” he
replied.
The rest of the day all Monica could think about was how great a month off would
feel. She knew Maria would be ready to go tonight, but her workaholic daughter Meg might
need some convincing. When she got home she made a special dinner, Maria was in her room
on her computer and Meg was due home by seven. When Meg finally arrived closer to
seven-thirty, she called to Maria and the three women sat down for dinner.
Once they were nearly done eating, unable to hold back any longer, Monica said, “My
boss Sam made us an offer to use his house in the Caribbean for a month, all expenses
paid!”
“Really?” asked a shocked looking Maria.
Meg asked, “But what about my job?” following Maria’s question.
Monica smiled, Meg was so pragmatic she thought, but she replied, “As soon as we
want Maria and I’m sure if you asked your boss, he would be happy to accommodate you
Meg.”
Maria chimed, “I’m in,” as Meg followed with, “But I would lose a month’s
earnings.”
“You are eighteen and can do what you like Meg, but think about living in a private
villa, pampered for a full month,” replied Monica, showing Meg a picture of the estate she
brought home.
After looking at the massive house and sculptured tropical gardens, Meg looked up
at her mom and said, “OK, I’m in too, can we at least wait a week so my boss can find
coverage for my shifts?”
“No problem, I’ll tell Sam tomorrow,” replied Monica, ecstatic that both her
daughters were going to vacation with her.
The next day she gave Sam the good news, and a week later they were flying to
paradise on his private jet. They had to fly to Miami and take his yacht to the island, a
good eight-hour trip by sea. All three women were intoxicated by the luxury that
surrounded them, as well as how accommodating Sam’s people were in serving their every
need. Once on the island they met Juan, Sam’s private chauffeur, who drove them to the
tiny peninsula where his estate was built. As they drove through the gates, they all
marveled how the reality far surpassed the pictures they had seen of the estate.
As they drove into the portico another man came out to greet them, dressed all in
white, his dark ebony skin in sharp contrast to his clothes. He opened the car door and
helped each of the ladies from the car, even as Juan gathered their bags onto a cart. He
ushered them all into the foyer, filled with vases full of beautiful and aromatic tropical
flowers.
“Welcome to San Diablo, my name is Raul and it is my duty to see you all have a
relaxing vacation,” he said, his Haitian accent sounding melodic as he spoke.
“Doesn’t Diablo mean Devil in Spanish?” asked Meg.
“Yes young lady it does, but as this peninsula was called the ‘Devil’s point,’ Mr.
Sam decided to name his estate to fit the original name,” replied the silky voiced man.
“But San Diablo? Isn’t that an oxymoron?” the practical girl asked.
“Perhaps Mr. Sam would discuss that with you in person young lady, alas it is not
my place to know what he thinks. But let me show you to your rooms so you may bathe and
get ready for dinner,” replied Raul, a note of derision in his reply.
Their rooms, all adjoining each other with Monica’s in the middle, were
magnificently appointed and had balconies facing the bright blue sea. The house sat on a
cliff overlooking the water, with winding paths leading to the private beach below the
precipice. It was like living out a fantasy for the three women of modest means, but they
soon began to absorb the decadent pleasure they could enjoy here.
The first week was a dream, the three girls getting up early each day with a
delicious breakfast from Bertha the German cook. Then they climbed down to the beach to
tan and swim, soaking in the warm tropical sun. In the evenings, after splendid dinners
made by Bertha, Juan would take them to the only town on the island, where they danced in
the cantina until late into the night.
Near the end of the first week Raul informed Monica that Sam would be joining them
the next day, a surprise, albeit a nice one. Monica had felt bad that she was living in
his vacation home while he was still working. The fact he was coming made her think she
should do something to show her appreciation. He was her boss and she was always
professional with him, but this was a vacation. She always found him attractive and who
knew what might come up in this splendid location.
The next day, while they were frolicking in the mild surf, Sam appeared on the
beach. Treading out of the water Monica ran up to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He
noticed all three girls were wearing skimpy bikinis and their marvelously tanned bodies
were as spectacular as he hoped.
After she kissed him, she said, “Hi Sam! I would have given you a great big hug,
but didn’t want to soak you.”
He looked at her damp flesh and asked, “How are you and the girls enjoying your
vacation?”
“We are having the time of our lives Sam!”
“Good, I have some matters to attend to, but would like to have dinner with you and
the girls. Can you be ready in two hours?” he asked the dripping wet beauty.
“No problem, I’ll make sure we are there.”
“Good, now go have some more fun,” he said, as he turned and walked back up to the
house.
Two hours later the four were seated at the dining room table eating another grand
meal prepared by Bertha. The first few days here, Monica tried to help the stern looking
woman in the kitchen, but was shooed away by the cook. Apparently she guarded her turf
like a hawk and by now Monica just accepted the royal treatment all of Sam’s servants
provided them.
After dinner Sam took the trio to his study for an after dinner drink, once he had
convinced Monica that Meg was old enough for one little drink. He opened a bottle of
expensive champagne and poured it into four flutes. Once all held a glass, he raised his
to make a toast.
“To the three beautiful ladies who have added to the splendor of this island!” he
said, as they all clinked their glasses and then they drained them.
Monica sat in her cell, finally remembering the toast and what occurred just after
it. First Meg, and then Maria, started to get light headed and sat down on a leather sofa.
She remembered Sam helping them get seated, before turning toward her. She recalled
looking at him and feeling dizzy herself, but then her memories faded away. She now knew
that he must have spiked their drinks, but why? Frustrated she curled up on the cot to
wonder and worry.
When the door finally creaked open she instinctively curled up tight against the
wall, afraid of who would enter the cell. A man entered, dressed totally in black,
including gloves and a hood that concealed his features, a sight that made Monica cower in
fear. Maybe it was not Sam who did this she thought, maybe they were kidnapped, a
possibility that added to her horror.
“On your feet, face the back wall with your hands behind your back,” he barked, his
voice unfamiliar.
“Where am I, what has happened to my daughters?” Monica cried.
His response was a hard slap across her face, sending her crashing face down onto
the cot. A boot shoved her ass until she reluctantly crawled off the end of the cot and
assumed the ordered position. She felt the metal cuffs locked around her wrists; cinched
so tight they pinched her skin. Then, before she knew it, he draped a cloth bag over her
head plunging her into darkness. He grabbed her upper arm and maneuvered her out the door,
the disoriented woman stumbling to keep up with him. He held her arm tightly, jerking her
around as he nearly dragged her along with him.
Bound and blind, the terrified woman did her best to stay on her feet as the large
man led her away from her cell. The floor was cold rough stone, her bare feet feeling
abused as she stumbled along to an unknown destination. It was a short trip, abruptly
ending when she was shoved against a barrier at waist height. Her handler moved behind her
holding her still by gripping both her upper arms and pinioning her against the hard wood.
“I can smell the fear on you woman, that is good, it will provide me much
enjoyment,” came the unmistakable sound of Sam’s voice, just in front of her.
“Why are you doing this and where are my girls?” pled the horrified woman.
“To answer your second question, they are still asleep, I gave them stronger doses
than you. As to the first question, I have spent a long time planning this little
adventure. You and your lovely daughters are now my property, your old lives are over and
your new ones belong to me,” he replied in a matter-of-fact tone.
“What are you talking about? That is crazy, you can’t own people!” the stunned
woman shrieked.
“I can and I do, you and your daughters are just the latest additions to my
collection. You should consider the fact that you are on an island in international waters
where any rights you are accustomed to no longer apply. Add to that the fact that I used
the last week to settle all your affairs and effectively make your family disappear. I
brought you here via private transportation, so there is not even a record of where you
went. I only tell you this so you can understand how helpless you are to do anything but
what you are told.”
Before she could digest what he said he yanked the hood off her head so he could
see the look in her eyes. She blinked a few times before fixing her gaze on his face. She
did look terrified, exactly what he expected and enjoyed. He stared at her coldly, like a
predator who had his prey cornered.
“Please Sam, do what you want with me but leave my girls alone,” she finally said,
looking for any way to rescue her girls from this terrible turn of events.
“Sorry Monica, but they are a big part of my plans. You see I have already
succeeded at taking a woman and converting her to a willing sex slave. You and your
daughters are my first attempt at subjugating more than one, and the fact you are a family
only makes it that much more alluring,” came his cold reply.
“Your are insane!” she cried, the terror rising inside her after hearing him say
‘sex slave.’
“Perverted yes, but I am quite sane. I have invested two years in planning and
executing this plan and now it is coming to fruition. You and your daughters will be
trained to serve me and there is nothing you can do to stop it. But, I will offer you one
choice, cooperate with me and your daughters will suffer far less than they could. I do
not want your answer yet, first I want you to observe what I mean,” he replied, then
looking up at the man behind her, he said, “Get her ready.”
Sam dropped the hood back over her head and the masked man dragged her away. She
screamed, “No please don’t do this!” as she struggled against his tight grip. But there
was no response and she was shoved along to another unknown place. She tried to fight
back, but with her arms pinioned behind her back, it was useless.
In minutes she found herself backed against a hard pole with straps wrapped around
her body and legs, fixing her tightly to it. Then the hood was removed and she saw a large
window in front of her, with Sam on the other side sitting at the table where she just
stood. Before she could react, the man shoved a hard ball into her mouth and strapped it
behind her neck.
Then the strange voice said, “You will watch as your Master introduces your oldest
daughter to her new life.”
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