PROLOGUE

 

Jacobs leaned back into his seat, sighing with pleasure as the padding cradled his lower back. He picked up the remote control sitting on the side table and pointed it at the big, wall-mounted flat screen set directly in front of him.

At his side knelt a beautiful slave girl-- waiting to pleasure him in any way he might desire. I see Carole sent the new one, he nodded to himself. I hope she's been properly prepared...

The girl was young-not more than eighteen or so, with flaxen hair that hung down over her shoulders. Her wrists were tightly cuffed behind her back and her elbows were strapped together, exhibiting fine, large breasts. She was naked apart from a wide leather collar and two leather belts-one around her waist, the second running between her legs. Both belts were tight enough that Jacobs could see indents in her soft skin-he could also hear the soft hum of the vibrator he'd ordered placed in her cunt-balancing the slightly over-sized butt plug that filled her anal opening.

Let's see just how much she's learned since we brought her here. He crooked a finger at her and opened his robe before turning his attention back to the game on the screen.

It took a moment for her to struggle to her feet. She'll need practice with that, Jacobs noted. But it will come in time. He watched, from the corner of his eye, as she slowly stepped toward his chair. She does move well. He smiled at the hip-swing she put into every move. I guess she learned that lesson! His eyes were drawn back to the game as a defensive back made a big play on the sidelines, drawing the camera along with him. I remember when they used to give the cheerleaders a lot more screen time. He smiled at that thought. That sure made the game a lot more entertaining!

The girl had reached his chair by then. He raised an eyebrow at her and watched as she sank to her knees, grimacing slightly as the move shifted the butt plug inside her. All right, girl. He kept his eyes on her as she settled into place. Come on. You know what you have to do...

As if in response, the girl leaned forward and buried her head between his legs, her soft lips closing around his not-too-rigid member.

Jacobs smiled and patted her on the head as she began to suck at him, desperately trying to get him off. Carole hasn't done too well with this one. He sighed and shook his head. She's getting almost no suction. He shook his head. And seems to have no idea on how to use her tongue...

"Master?" Jacobs turned toward the door where another figure, wearing the same 'uniform' as the kneeling woman stood. "Your guests have just arrived."

"Good." Jacobs rested his hand on the head of the girl kneeling before him. "This one seems to have no idea of the proper way to please her master." He felt the girl beneath him stiffen. "Take her back downstairs and see that she gets appropriate instruction." The girl began to shiver. "And five lashes for not being properly pleasing." The shiver became a shake.

"As for you..." he glanced at the figure in the doorway. "Her training was your responsibility..."

He saw the figure in the doorway go still, the blood draining from her face.

"You will get five lashes as well." He gave her a hard stare. "I will expect you to report to me for discipline when I am done with my guests." He grabbed a handful of hair and pulled the kneeling girl's face up, smiling ruefully at her as she tried desperately to lick and kiss his member. "Take this one with you."

"Yes master."

Jacobs heard the tremble in her voice and smiled. I think she'll take proper care of the new girl's training now. He pushed the kneeling girl away and stood. But that will keep until later. For now... He clicked the television off and strode toward the door, barely noticing the trembling woman that bowed out of his way. I have business to attend to.

 

CHAPTER 1

THE PRELIMINARIES

 

Six rather large men were seated around the conference table in Jacobs' meeting room by the time he had pulled on pants and shoes. Each had been supplied with refreshments by slaves Jacobs had assigned to the task.

By the smiles on the men's faces, the slaves had done their job in a pleasing fashion.

"Gentlemen," Jacobs nodded to his guests as he took his seat at the head of the table. "I have gone over each of your requirements and come up with the following..." He touched a button on the control panel in front of him and six flat-screen televisions came to life around the table, each showing a single figure writhing and twisting her body in a very energetic fashion.

"One of you," Jacobs smiled and nodded to a man to his right, "Mr. Brown, I believe, voted for the entire Dallas Cowboy Cheerleading team."

"They're perfect candidates." Brown, a tall, lean, dark-skinned man leaned forward. "Every one of them is a bitch! They were all too good for us players back in my day, but now, one of them is engaged to a god-damned Buffalo receiver! She even took a ball from him during a game!" He glared at the screen that showed the girl in the Dallas uniform. "While she was supposed to be cheering for Dallas!"

"Yes," Jacobs nodded. "I'm sure we all saw that-and the very fact that millions of others did so as well means we cannot make her part of our little game." He leaned toward Brown. "You do understand that?"

"I understand." The tall man leaned back in his chair. "As long as we take one of the bitches..."

"We have chosen two, in point of fact." Jacobs paused all the screens. "Two girls each from Dallas, San Diego and Tampa Bay." He gestured toward the screens. "Do these meet with your approval?"

The men took a moment to examine the frozen figures on the screen, than nodded agreement.

"How do we get them here?" Mr. White wasn't as tall or dark as Mr. Brown but his stocky figure was heavily muscled and appeared to be well-toned.

"That's my problem." Jacobs smiled. "And it's being handled even as we speak."

"No one will know we have them?" Mr. Yellow was studying the screen nearest him. "I mean, we won't have to worry about the Feds or anything like that."

"You have my assurances that you need not concern yourself with any of that."

"When do we start?" Brown was staring at a blonde beauty in a Dallas uniform. "I can't wait!"

"We should have the girls here by tomorrow night." Jacobs touched a control in front of him. "In the meantime..." A group of women, each dressed only in collar and uniform leather belts, stepped into the room. "Please accept my hospitality."

"Sounds good." Brown touched the cheek of a young blonde girl.

"They'll do--for the moment." Green stroked the light stubble on his chin as he studied the beauties arrayed before him. "Until we have our own to play with."

"Tomorrow, gentlemen." Jacobs stood. "And until then..." He smiled. "I have a little discipline problem to deal with."

 

CHAPTER 2

THE TARGETS

 

LeeAnn Herman smiled as she brushed her long auburn hair. Tomorrow's going to be great, she told herself. A private photo shoot! Just six girls! She leaned in close to check her teeth, searching for any discoloration. I'm damn sure gonna do whatever it takes to get the cover. Her face suddenly went very hard. Even if I have to fuck the cameraman to do it!

The cover would be a start. But LeeAnn's ambitions went much further than that...

First the cover on this calendar! She nodded to her reflection. Then a spot on some TV show somewhere... That would lead to a rich husband; she'd make sure of that. And with that kind of leverage... She grinned. I'll be a star before I know it!

Even as LeeAnn prepared for her future, her roommate Peyton considered the recent past. I should have been easier on him, the petite blonde thought as she pulled down the coverlet on her bed. I definitely shouldn't have told him I never wanted to see him again...

'He' was James Sperrow, a tall slender young man she'd met in one of her college classes. They shared tastes in classic movies-both preferring the black and white imagery of Howard Hawks and Alfred Hitchcock to anything being computer-produced right now. Those shared tastes had led to several shared visits to tiny revival theaters where they learned they shared other tastes as well...

It never would have worked, Peyton told herself. Jimmy's a good guy, but he's never going to make it in the film business. A small smile appeared on her face. He has too much integrity for that...

That integrity had led to their breakup. Peyton had wanted to take things to the next level but Jimmy wouldn't do that unless they got married. He actually went to one knee and offered me a ring...

The smile disappeared. I told him to go away. Peyton's brow furrowed. Told him I was waiting for someone who could provide for me. She shook her head. He was such a nice guy. I should have gone easier on him...

She lowered herself into bed and sighed. Maybe she'd call him when she got back from this photo shoot. Maybe she'd reconsider. Maybe...

 

***

 

LeeAnn slapped at the ringing phone twice before managing to pick it up. She snarled at the cheery recorded voice of the wake-up call.

"Shit!" she muttered as she glanced at the clock. "Who starts these things at seven in the morning?"

She got no answer-Peyton, her roommate was already up and in the shower. I hate getting up early, LeeAnn told herself as she rubbed at her eyes. But I've got to look my best... A hard smile crossed her face. Got a cover photo to shoot!

An hour later, both girls were ready to go. They stuffed their cosmetics into travel bags and headed for the lobby.

"Where are they shooting this thing?" Peyton asked as they waited for the elevator. "I don't think anyone ever told me."

"They didn't tell me either." LeeAnn's brow furrowed as the elevator doors slid open. "Odd, they're usually really proud of the locations."

"Wherever we're going, it must be warm." Peyton followed her team-mate into the elevator. "They wanted us to pack both our uniforms and our bikinis."

"Last one was shot in Cabo," LeeAnn grinned. "Nice down there this time of year."

There was a ding as the elevator stopped at the floor below. The door opened to reveal Tanisha and Ariel, the two girls from the Tampa Bay squad. "Room for us?" Tanisha didn't wait for an answer, just rolled her bag in.

"Hey, Tanisha..." Peyton caught the other girl's eye as the elevator door shut. "Do you know where we're going for the shoot?"

"Hell, no." The tall black girl grinned and shook her head. "And I don't really care!"

"Melange mentioned something about South America," Ariel kept her voice to little more than a whisper. "Off the coast on some island."

"Warm, just like I said," Peyton smiled and nodded.

"Unless we're talking the coast of Argentina," LeeAnn added maliciously. "Cold as hell down there!"

"We'll find out in a couple of hours." Tanisha rolled her bag out of the elevator as soon as the door opened onto the lobby. "Worry about it then!"

The two Charger girls, Melange and Carrie, were already in the lobby, watching the elevator bank. Two men were standing behind them.

"This is Peter," Melange motioned toward the taller of the two men. "He'll handle our transportation to the airport."

"Nice to meet you." He shook Tanisha's hand, turned to LeeAnn and did the same. "This is my assistant Karl." He nodded toward the other, shorter man. "We'll do our best to make your trip..." His smile widened as he shook Peyton's hand. "Memorable."

"Can you tell us where we're going?" The man gave Peyton an odd vibe, strong, in control.

She didn't know if she liked that.

"A little island off the coast of Brazil," Peter smiled and motioned toward the doorway. "You wouldn't have heard of it."

"Isla Nublar?" Peyton smiled at the lack of recognition in LeeAnn's face. "Isla Esmee?"

"Those are fictitious," Peter said. "I promise you that our destination is quite real."

"Great." Peyton shouldered her smaller bag. "Let's go."

Peter led them out of the hotel to a gleaming white bus. "Give your bags to Karl," he motioned to the smaller man who was opening a door at the rear. "Then go in and take a seat." He stopped Melange as she dropped her heavier bag and headed toward the door with a large bag over her shoulder. "All the bags in the rear, please." As he was speaking, he took the bag away from her.

"My laptop..."

Peter handed the bag to Karl. "I promise you won't miss it." He motioned to the other girls. "Hurry now, we don't want to miss our plane."

Ten minutes later, with all the bags safely packed in the back of the bus and the girls seated inside, they pulled away from the hotel and turned onto the freeway.

"South?" Melange seemed surprised. "We're not going to LAX?"

"Nope." Peter sat facing them while Karl drove. "This flight will be on a corporate jet." He smiled at the murmur that the announcement caused. "It's waiting for us at Ontario."

"Private jet?" LeeAnn smiled. "Cool!"

The trip took about an hour. Rush hour hadn't quite hit its peak yet so they were able to maintain a little speed. When they reached the turnoff for the LA/Ontario airport, it was still a few minutes short of 9AM. The bus rolled through an access gate before turning away from the main terminal. It drove past the general aviation area before finally pulling into a large hanger at the far end of the runway. It parked alongside a ten-seat corporate jet.

The hanger doors rolled closed.

"All right, ladies." Peter smiled and reached into his jacket. "End of the line." A bright silver automatic pistol appeared in his hands. "Time for you to take off your clothes."

 

CHAPTER 3

THE PICK-UP

 

Peyton stared at the gun in horror. This can't be happening! She looked at the other girls-all were sitting, frozen in place, unsure of what to do.

Then Tanisha stood up.

"You think you can scare us with that gun?" She took a long stride forward. "Hell, my little brother's got a piece bigger than that one!" She took another step. "Besides, if you shoot that thing off in here, everyone's gonna hear." Another step. "And then what are you gonna do?" She smiled at Peter, now only an arm's length away. "Besides..." Her grin became wild. "I ain't gonna let you use it!" Her leg shot out in a kick designed to slam into Peter's balls...

One that never connected.

"I never intended to shoot you." The tall man had shifted to the side in a lightning-quick move, flipping the gun to Karl as he did so. Somehow, he had caught Tanisha's ankle at the height of her kick and was now lifting it higher, pressing her knee harder and harder into her considerable chest.

Tanisha hopped backwards, desperately trying to regain her balance but Peter stayed right with her, forcing her further and further back until, finally, near the middle of the bus he kicked her remaining leg out from under her.

Tanisha crashed to the metal floor of the bus, right alongside Peyton's seat. I should do something, the blonde cheerleader told herself. I should at least try to help her!

Before Peyton could think of anything she could do, Peter grabbed a handful of Tanisha's long hair and lifted, bringing the now-howling girl upright-first to her feet, then a little higher-enough that Peyton could see the girl's toes stretch down, trying desperately to touch the floor.

He's really strong! Peyton could see the strain in the man's hand and rock-hard biceps. So strong...

"I'm not permitted to really damage any of you." He smiled into Tanisha's suddenly-terrified eyes. "That's why I won't hit you in the face." His left hand moved in a swift, short arc, crashing into the struggling girl's stomach.

Air whooshed from Tanisha's mouth. Peyton saw her skin pale. Saw her try desperately to suck air into aching lungs.

"I can," he hit her again, in the same place. "And will..." Another strike in the same place, "hit you in the stomach." He let her drop to the floor, retching and gasping. "No marks that way." He turned to the other girls, frozen in their seats, eyes wide with something approaching panic.

"Now," he glanced at Peyton who was staring gape-mouthed at the struggling form of Tanisha. "Strip!" He touched Peyton's hair, grinning when she tried to pull away. "I won't ask you again."

 

***

 

LeeAnn had, like the other girls, been shocked when 'Peter' pulled his gun. That shock had gotten worse when he had beaten Tanisha to the ground. What do I do? She looked around; saw the stunned looks on the other girls' faces. What happens if we all just sit here...?

Peter quickly answered that question.

"You!" He pointed at Peyton, who was sitting frozen just to the right of the spot he'd dumped the half-conscious Tanisha. "You have the count of five to start getting those clothes off." He stepped up next to her, towering over the blonde cheerleader. "One..."

LeeAnn saw Peyton's eyes widen, saw the fear that was threatening to overcome her.

"Two..."

Come on, girl! LeeAnn mentally urged her teammate to start moving-to do something, anything...

"Three..."

I can't let him beat her like he did Tanisha. LeeAnn found herself standing up, her hands moving to the bottom of her tank top. I just can't...

 

***

 

Peyton couldn't move. Her entire being seemed paralyzed by what she had just witnessed. She knew she had to get herself together. Had to do something to prevent this frightful man from hitting her the way he'd hit Tanisha.

But she couldn't make herself move a muscle. It was as if she were held in place by some impossible force--a force that had her paralyzed, unable to move, unable to think...

"Four..."

I have to do something before he counts five, she screamed to herself. I have to!

The man smiled, about to utter the word that would give him license to hurt the helpless girl in front of him.

Then there was movement behind him.

LeeAnn! Peyton's eyes flashed to her teammate. What is she doing?

 

***

 

LeeAnn had been a dancer since she was seven. Her first teacher had been so impressed by her skills and work ethic that she had actually allowed LeeAnn-at nine-to take over one of her classes. By eleven, she was licensed as an instructor...

But she couldn't make much money that way and in a household with no Dad and an often-drunken mother, money was important. Fortunately, aside from talent, LeeAnn had one other gift she could utilize.

Breasts.

LeeAnn's breasts began to appear when she was just twelve and by the time she was fourteen, they were fully formed and quite beautiful. By fifteen, with a carefully forged set of papers, she was working in some of the best strip clubs in Dallas and making some real money. She'd retired from stripping when she got the cheerleading job with the Cowboys. It didn't pay anything to speak of but the opportunities were enormous, opportunities LeeAnn fully intended to cash in on.

At least she had until this man Peter pulled his gun.

Now she'd have to use an old skill to survive. I'll come out of this in one piece, she promised herself. In one piece and rich!

As she made that promise, she started to strip-using the old techniques that had stood her in good stead all her life...

 

***

 

LeeAnn's taking her clothes off! The sight shocked Peyton. She had been the redhead's roommate on road games for nearly two years and had never seen her move like this. She's always been sexy when we do our routines, Peyton told herself. Hell, with that body she couldn't be anything else... But Peyton had known from the start that LeeAnn wasn't a team player. She's always been in it for herself. Why is she doing this to help me?

Whatever the other girl's reason, her action had given Peyton time to regain at least part of her composure. While the man in front of her was watching her teammate, she was finally able to get control of her own body-enough control that, when he turned toward her once again, she was already unbuttoning her blouse.

She didn't see any other choice.

 

***

 

Peter smiled and stepped back as the two Dallas cheerleaders began to strip. I thought that would be harder. His eyes locked on LeeAnn-the redheaded girl who was down to boots and panties. She's really something. His smile widened. Great pick for the game. I hope she ends up staying on the island. He motioned for Karl to come forward. Can't worry about that now. He held out a hand, took the handcuffs the other man had ready. Got to get this bunch onto the plane. He stepped forward. I'll have my fun later on.

 

***

 

Peyton shivered as the man they'd been told to call 'Peter' pulled her wrists behind her back and locked them into a very tight pair of handcuffs. She knew these weren't ordinary cuffs-there was no chain between the wrist binders, just a hinge. That meant her wrists were touching one another with no give at all.

She was totally helpless and with her wrists so far behind her back, her breasts stuck out a mile, a target for either of the men.

She stood and watched as 'Karl' applied a similar set of handcuffs to LeeAnn's wrists. Her breasts stick out even more than mine! She shivered as Peter grabbed her upper arm and pulled her to the front of the bus. To one side she could see Karl doing the same with LeeAnn.

"I haven't forgotten about the rest of you," Peter snarled, glancing back into the bus. "I want to see boobs and snatches right now!"

Peyton saw him grin at Karl as that rather solid man led her (and LeeAnn) out of the bus and toward the airplane. She saw a line of crates to one side of the jet's tail.

"Your accommodations, ladies." Karl smiled as he saw the direction of their gaze. "Right after we finish making all of you cheerleading cunts comfortable."

He led the two girls to a spot near the crates, then quickly locked their handcuffs to a ring set into the concrete and block wall at the back of the hanger. "Don't wander off now," he patted Peyton on the cheek. "I've got to go back for the other bitches."

Peyton watched him hurry back to the bus, then turned to LeeAnn. "What's happening?"

"I don't know." The redhead shook her head. "But it doesn't look good."

"Are they after ransom?" Peyton raised an eyebrow. "Would the teams pay?"

"Not for us." LeeAnn's tone was bitter. "Never for girls like us."

"What do we do?"

"We survive." LeeAnn turned her eyes to Peyton and the frightened blonde could see the determination that filled them. "We survive and we find a way to prosper."

"Prosper?"

"Follow my lead, Peyton." LeeAnn turned toward the bus where another pair of girls was being led out. "Do what I do and you just might make it out of this in one piece."

 

***

 

Within moments, five of the cheerleaders were shackled to the ring in the wall. LeeAnn had gotten them to make an attempt to pull the ring out of the wall but it hadn't budged an inch. Clearly it was set deep in the concrete and they had almost no leverage with their hands tied the way they were.

All they could do was huddle together and watch as Peter climbed back into the bus after Tanisha.

"I haven't forgotten about you, bitch." He grabbed one of her ankles and yanked her toward the front of the vehicle. "You still owe me a strip!" Another yank had her almost on the front step. "Come on now," he pulled her out of the bus, smiling as her ass hit the hard concrete of the hanger floor. "Let's see what you've got!"

Tanisha lay still for a moment, apparently stunned, then, as Peter bent over her, she tried once again to kick him in the balls.

"Not smart, bitch." He grinned as he once again grabbed her booted foot and raised it harmlessly into the air, stepping forward to pin her to the floor. "Not smart at all!" He reached into a pocket, pulled out a squat, evil-looking device.

"Ever seen one of these?" He held it out where she could see it. "It's a taser." He grinned at the sudden fear in her eyes. "This one is adjustable." He flipped a switch. "Watch."

A spark of blue-white lightning flashed at the top of the device.

"That was at one of the higher settings-it would knock you unconscious." He took a moment to adjust the setting. "At this setting, however." He flicked the switch again-then pressed the top of the device into the bare skin behind Tanisha's knee.

The pinned girl shrieked with sudden pain.

"I can keep this up for hours." He watched as she screamed and twitched, trying desperately to pull her leg away from the source of pain. "Can you?" As her scream became shriller, he pulled the taser away and switched it to standby. "Now, if you don't want me to do that again..." He pushed her foot away. "Get on your feet and strip!" He glared at her. "Right now!"