Chapter 1 - Off to the Competition

The Ivy League college cheerleading squad and coaches were preparing to depart for an exciting opportunity to compete for a title in the Micro Team, College Nationals at a beautiful Caribbean resort! The squad was looking forward to the remarkable destination as much as the actual competition. Having just met the minimum number of competitors to qualify for the event, they were an exceptionally talented squad, who were very hopeful of winning a podium position!

The squad was made up of an eclectic group of stunning college athletes and talented coaches. If nothing else, the squad would have easily taken first place in a 'Sexiest Team' competition, if such a category existed! And truth be told, their stunning appearances were often an undeniable advantage for the team's appeal to the judges!

Their head coach, Elizabeth Young, was finishing up the details around the team's last-minute charter flight to their tropical destination! Having accepted an anonymous surprise donor's offer to fly the team to the competition on a private jet, the gorgeous coach was quite grateful for the very generous offer. She knew how much a low-key, private airstrip departure would help calm the team's nerves, which was a good thing! Experience taught her that the team needed to be 100% focused on their game to be their best and be successful.

Coach Elizabeth, 44, was a rather conservative, upper-class woman with a bit of a chip on her shoulder, but she was also a former championship cheerleader herself! She knew firsthand the challenges and the nerves of steel that were needed for the team to successfully compete. Recently engaged to a very wealthy heartthrob of a man, 10-yrs her younger, the sexy mature woman was blessed with a remarkably firm and fit body for her age. Sporting thick, silvery grey hair that she kept in a Bob cut, her eye-catching hair nicely complimented her large, dark brown penetrating eyes, her beautiful white teeth, and her seductive smile. By all accounts, she was a charismatically stunning beauty!

Also accompanying the team was their dynamic assistant coach, Julie Taylor. At 39-years-old, she was a former collegiate cheerleader herself and a very successful semi-pro dancer. Quite a beautiful and charming woman with a bubbly personality, she didn't come across as the conservatively religious woman that she truly was. While she wasn't comfortable flaunting her stunning body and looks, she managed to do it well if it was required as part of her performance routine.

The mature beauty had long, flowing blonde hair, and a very pretty face with alluring blue eyes. Her amazingly sexy, athletic body flawlessly carried her large, full double-D breasts like the remarkable treasures that they were! Like Coach Elizabeth, she too was a stunning sight to behold. She was also Brittany's and Micheal's mother, and she loved every minute of her opportunity to help coach her kids and the squad!

Brittany Taylor, 19, stood 5'8" tall, with a stunning body for a college sophomore. The gorgeous teenager had beautiful, long flowing sandy blonde hair, bright hazel eyes, and a mesmerizingly pretty face, just like her sexy mom. A downhome white girl, she was a highly conservative teenager, with a mesmerizingly sexy body, making her a remarkable copy of her captivating mother. Sporting very robust D-cup breasts, her impressive areoles and highly responsive nipples were challenging to conceal when in full bloom, which was more often than she liked. Her slender and fit figure, with her perfect skin, perky little ass and remarkably sexy legs, made her a real head turner, and a perfect addition to the squad.

Cassandra Whitney, another member of the team who was also a 19-year-old sophomore, stood 5'7" tall herself. Living in the same dorm and sharing many of the same family values and backgrounds, the two beautiful young girls quickly became the best of friends. Equally attractive, Cassandra was blessed with long, flowing red hair, beautiful green eyes, a lightly freckled face, and slightly larger D-cup breasts than her fellow teammate and best friend, Brittany. The adorable, sexy teenager was also a real looker!

Then there was Alicia Petrov, another dynamic teammate on the squad. The striking 20-year-old junior stood a notable 5'10" tall. Living in a nearby campus apartment, the European beauty was a tall, slender cutie, with a remarkably stunning figure. Blessed with long shapely legs to support her sexily firm body and most notably her impressive jutting breasts, she was ravishing. Sporting wavy, dark sandy blonde hair that hung just over her shoulders, she had brown eyes and a gorgeous smile. A real favorite amongst the randy college boys, she drew lots of attention!

Lastly for the female team members, there was Marci Rodriguez. At 18-years-old, the freshman was of average height with a more robust figure than the others, but not fat by any means. Of Hispanic descent, she was quite pretty with her light-brown skin and shapely build that nicely supported her large beefy breasts and sexy ass, which nicely filled out her uniform. Blessed with long, thick, loosely curled black hair, with highly alluring brown eyes and a hypnotic smile, she wasn't always comfortable trying to use her seductive 'assets' and her highly attractive presence to her advantage. Seen by her mother as yet another point of weakness, the youngster was often criticized for it!

On a full scholarship, the generally shy and rather meek freshman tried out for the squad with the hope of earning a spot on the 1^st string team. But that was not to be, at least not in her freshman year. She knew her mother would be very disappointed with her, but what could she do... Tagged as 2^nd team, she was unexpectedly selected to go to the competition when a 1^st string teammate was injured. Desperately wanting to make an impression and solidify her position on the squad in future years, Marci was hoping to take full advantage of the unexpected opportunity!

To balance out the group's athletes, there were two very talented male members on the squad. The two teammates were very handsome young men, with very well-defined athletic builds. Strong with impressively powerful hands, arms and legs, the hunks were very capable of tossing, spinning and catching the young women with seeming ease.

Jackson was a 20-yr-old junior whose impressively fit and firm body stood 6'1" tall. An alluring and attractive young man, he had long light brown hair, sexy hazel eyes, and a heart fluttering smile. When he released his gorgeous flowing hair from its ponytail, most girls found him breathtaking, a real ladies' man for sure!

Lastly, there was Michael Taylor, Brittany's twin brother! A 19-yr-old sophomore himself, he stood 6-foot tall. His impressively sexy physique made him a real heartthrob, just like his male teammate. Blessed with a perfectly toned body that was in top physical shape, he also had beautiful long hair that he too kept in a ponytail. Adorned with a brown mane, seductive light brown eyes and a tantalizing smile, both he and Jackson were key performers in the more physical parts of the team's impressive routines!

Meeting at the athletic center on campus, the team and the coaches loaded their bags onto the bus. Excited, but still nervous, the girls were giddy, while the guys were taking it all in. About ready to board the bus, Marci was shocked to see her father arrive at the curb.

"Dad! What are you doing here!"

"I spoke with Coach E, and she said there was an open seat available on the plane and said I could come watch the competition if I wanted to."

Smiling, she hugged her dad and said, "I'm so happy you're gonna be there, daddy!"

After releasing their embrace, her father smiled, ran his fingers through her silky hair and said, "I'm so proud of you, Honey. And no matter what happens at the competition, you'll always be my little star!"

Marci was basically raised by her father. Her gorgeous but intimidating mother was often gone for months at a time for her work, leaving her husband, Emelio, to run the household and take care of their daughter. A very soft-spoken and unassertive man, he was a surprisingly young stay-at-home dad who looked much younger than his actual age of 37. Having hooked up with her mother as a young teenager, he would often be mistaken for Marci's older brother! Unfortunately, he was not the best role model for ambition and drive, which in the end contributed to his daughter's inevitable demise. Aside from that seemingly minor flaw, he was a very compassionate father and dedicated provider, even if his wife was the breadwinner! He ensured Marci was safe, fed and well taken care of.

Arriving at the small local airport and parking alongside the waiting jet, their luggage was moved to the waiting plane while the squad, coaches and Emelio made their way onto the awe-inspiring aircraft. Climbing the mobile stair unit in a single line, the giddy squad made their way inside the opulent plane. While a private jet, it was certainly not a small jet. It had 32 very spacious, high-end leather seats and several couches set up as small lounge areas for group seating. They could smell the wealth!

Once they were settled into their seats, the rather beautiful woman who had assisted them with boarding and seating, closed the aircraft's door and secured it. Taking ahold of a nearby mic, she pushed the talk button, smiled big, and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to your direct flight to the Micro Team Nationals! My name is Skye, and I will be your cabin attendant for today's trip.

"Capt. André is at the controls, assisted by co-pilot Diego. We will be skirting a storm front today, so, while seated, we ask that you keep your seatbelts fastened. Our flight path can have unpredictable weather at times, but we don't expect any overly severe turbulence today. Estimated airtime is 5 hours. Please relax and enjoy the ride!"

Next, a deep male voice came echoing from the ceiling speakers - "Attendant... please ready the aircraft for departure."

Returning the mic to its holder, Skye began to survey the passengers to confirm their seatbelts were properly fastened as the plane began to taxi. Taking her time, Skye very slowly walked the cabin's aisleway, visually scanning each passenger up-and-down with her smiling eyes as they peered through her charismatic cat-eyes glasses. While no one thought much of the way her hand gently slid across their shoulders, her affections and beauty did not go unnoticed by some of them. When the aircraft slowed its approach at the runway's entrance, she made her way to her seat near the front. With an unsettling smirk on her face, she took her seat and seductively fastened her seatbelt as the plane came to a stop at the top of the runway.

No sooner did the latch on Skye's seatbelt click closed, then the pilot's imposing voice rang out again - "We're cleared for takeoff!"

Almost simultaneously, the powerful jet lurched forward and rapidly gained speed. Pressed back into their seats as the jet roared and rumbled forward, it was an exhilarating lift-off. Within seconds, the jet seemed to leap from the runway as their bodies were now being forced down and back into their seats. Having never been on a private charter plane before, it was an unfamiliar experience, but exciting none-the-less.

Once in the air, the plane soon leveled off and the captain's voice rang out once again, "Ladies and gentlemen, we will be cruising at 30,000 feet and expecting a mostly smooth ride. But please keep your seatbelt fastened when seated. Our planned flight path can get a little bumpy on occasion! Your attendant, Skye, will be offering some light refreshments soon. We hope you all enjoy the flight, and the best of luck at your competition!!"

Seemingly at altitude and speed, Skye began to move about the cabin with a tray of beverages and some light snacks. Nearly two hours into their currently uneventful journey, the team was resting peacefully, with many asleep in their exceptionally comfortable seats. At the 3-hr mark now, Skye quietly disappeared into the cockpit. Nearly a ½-hr later, the adorable attendant emerged from the cockpit and took her designated seat once again. For those who happened to spot her return, the devious smile on her face as she relatched her seatbelt was a bit unnerving.

It was at that moment when Marci's father took her hand and gently squeezed it. Surprised by her father's sudden grip, she instinctively turned to look at him. Confused by the troubling look of fear in his sad-looking eyes, she was about to ask him what was wrong, when the plane suddenly took a pitching nosedive!

Frantic cries of terror immediately echoed throughout the cabin as the aircraft abruptly began to spin downward toward the ocean waters. While starting to feel lightheaded from the extreme negative g-force motion, the plane's oxygen masks suddenly fell from the cabin's ceiling. Next, they heard Skye yelling, "PUT ON THE OXYGEN MASKS! QUICKLY, SECURE YOUR MASKS!"

Looking toward Skye now, they watched her put on her own mask and pull the strings tight on either side, while her body bounced about in her highly secure 3-point seatbelt. Doing the same themselves, something suddenly felt very wrong to the passengers...

What the team didn't know was that the masks were NOT providing oxygen to the panicking team. The masks were actually supplying a potent knockout gas that would quickly overwhelm them, rendering them helplessly unconscious, including Emelio. Unbeknownst to the team, they had just sealed their own fates!

Once the gas had taken full effect, Skye removed her mask and reached out to push a button on a nearby control panel. This signaled to the pilots that their 'cargo' was now secure - out cold! Within seconds, the plane leveled out once again, before quickly starting an approach to a landing strip on an uncharted island.

Wheels and flaps down now, the plane landed at a secluded airstrip on the remote island, somewhere in the Caribbean. Being removed from the plane by Skye, André and Diego, the team's unconscious bodies were carefully loaded into the back of an all-terrain box truck before being driven several miles to a picturesque, white sandy beach. Strewn across the beautiful sand and gentle surf, there were several remnants of a similar model plane on display, making it look like a crash scene!

Knowing they had a few hours before the gas wore off, the flight crew had plenty of time to set the scene on the beach. Meticulously tearing and shredding the team's clothes to simulate a rough crash-landing on the beach, their limp and nearly naked bodies were strategically placed amongst the wreckage. Even Emelio's unconscious body was part of the scene, even though he knew what was coming before it happened. What he knew but none of the team members did was that his wife and Marci's mother, Sofia Rodriguez, had planned the entire thing. Sofia owned the evil island, the plane, and the slave training camp they were destined for!

Marci had absolutely no idea how immensely wealthy and diabolically dominant her mother truly was. All she knew was that her mother was frequently away from home... working! She was completely clueless that her immensely attractive mother was in fact a ruthlessly assertive and cruelly imposing dominatrix, who made her extraordinary wealth by 'taking' adorable young women and transforming them into compliant, often bisexual sex-slaves, of some form. Sofia and Emelio had perfected the art of hiding their riches exceptionally well; thus, their lovely daughter was able to get the illicit full ride from her college of choice!