Chapter 21 - Back to Reality
The Hotel Yorotani - Room 0
Saffi's fight or flight reactions to run and hide had almost kicked in as the 4x4 had pulled up by her on the beach. She'd been passed out for a few minutes, so the noise and movement had been terrifying to begin with. Two handlers had jumped out and bodily lifted her into the vehicle as she panicked and struggled. In those moments waking from sleep brought on by exhaustion she was more animal than woman, and it had taken two pinning her down in the rear seat of the vehicle and a third turning round to slap her into submission before she was capable of processing just what was happening.
The thing had bounced around for a good ten or fifteen minutes on the beach, and the dirt roads of the island before finally making it back to the hotel. It had been an odd ride back. Exhausted from the hunt she existed in a dreamlike state as for the first time she really got to see the extent of the hotel complex on the island. She'd known about the main hotel, and also the smaller more secure runner compound, but further away there was so much more. Along the beach they joined one of the island's many dirt roads as they passed a marina surrounded by small low villas. She'd known the island ran boat trips but she hadn't expected long sleek motor vessels big enough to fit a dozen guests, a full harem selection, and still need a professional crew. Rounding the coast on the dirt road led to an area of rustic looking beach huts, hammocks, a huge beach bar with fire pit, and on the island side of the road a few more substantial looking guest houses as well as the infamous banding post, the end of so many women's attempts to run. As they passed the banding post Saffi caught sight of someone blindfolded being led in via a control pole. She didn't see who it was specifically, but her breathing quickened even getting a glimpse of the building as they passed.
Then there was a bumpy and winding road through the forest, back through the clearing camp and its huts. She looked for the pillory she'd been raped in, only to see it bent and broken like someone had put concerted effort into damaging it. The whole place looked a lot different in daylight, less threatening, more mundane. She supposed a lot of places could look more normal when you weren't considering a life of misery as someone else's property.
Most of the time the handlers were quiet, simply making sure she didn't leap out of the vehicle while it was moving. It took her a while to realise a point was being made, because right behind her was the slave storage compartment. Not only was she being allowed to ride as a passenger in the vehicle, she was being forced to.
The vehicle skewed hard on some of the less well kept roads through the forest before passing the low buildings and the wire fences where they'd waited for the start of the hunt. She almost expected to see a new group of women waiting to go as she passed, as if the place was a high capacity enslavement machine rather than the high priced tailored experience it sold itself as. She wondered what had happened to the woman who was last to join them, the one who was brutally gangbanged by the handlers against the chain link fence of the enclosure. Saffi hadn't really heard what the woman had done to end up there, she supposed it didn't really matter, the amount of reasons men could have for putting a woman on the path to enslavement were beyond counting.
From here she expected to be driven back to the runner quarters with its wire fences and high security but instead the 4x4 took a different path winding up to the ground above them, to the main guest entrance of the hotel. She hadn't seen this aspect before in person, only on the brochure she'd received that walked her through the application, and some of the processes of how the hunt worked. She wasn't really in any state at that point to be awed by the building's gleaming white stone, its manicured garden, the grand ebony doors leading into the atrium. Everything that was intended to speak luxury to newly arrived guests seemed to blend to visual slurry for Saffi as the vehicle pulled up to a halt on the loose stone driveway. She knew the men moving her around could be a lot more rough, but being flanked by a pair of muscular handlers who half supported her, and half hauled her around by her harness somehow diminished her impression of what freedom was supposed to feel like.
The atrium beyond the double doors was gigantic, taking up all three floors of the hotel with a sweeping grand staircase, ornate reception desk, and the entrance to an idyllic looking bar overlooking the ocean. Saffi, though, just wanted to rest. She was so tired; her two handlers were all that was keeping her on her feet as a third one went to talk to one of the women at reception.
Seemingly getting some sort of confirmation as the girl on reception made a phone call Saffi was quickly dragged into an office and dumped in a chair. She almost collected enough of her thoughts before her two handlers looked at the one who seemed to be in charge as he nodded for them all to leave. The telltale click of a lock told her she was probably meant to stay put, and this was reaffirmed as when she tried to stand she realised the handlers had somehow managed to secure the wrists and ankles of her harness down just in case. They needn't have, Saffi thought at the time, she had neither the energy nor the remaining brain power to really do much other than relax in her new freedom.
Looking around the office was relatively plush, it had a large padded chair at a solid looking desk with a terminal; the desk was clearly an executive model with pop-out tie points for at least three slaves, or one very unlucky one. The walls were a mixture of low bookcases filled with expensive looking volumes placed below large windows, display cases of a mixture of artefacts (some clearly Yamatese, others more exotic) and classical artwork of the tasteful kind. Saffi didn't know much about art but pieces like "Porphyrion and the Nine Muses" and "Roger deΜlivrant AngeΜlique" were universally famous. The windows provided a beautiful view of waving palm trees and the ocean beyond; Saffi stared at the outside world as the sun slowly began to fall from its height in the sky. She chuckled as she realised she hadn't even needed the full second day, Amelia had rushed her so much she could enjoy a whole extra afternoon of freedom. She expected to feel guilt over Amelia, Saffi certainly hoped she was okay but as she'd now learned from Slaptwat those feelings of guilt and compassion could be fatal flaws. After a few minutes a giant of a man entered the room and studied her carefully. His sheer size made her suddenly feel small and vulnerable under his watchful eye. He unbuttoned his blazer, straightened his tie, and sat behind the desk extracting a chunky cigar from a box there. Almost ritualistically he clipped the end with something from his pocket, struck a match on the edge of his desk, and lit up. He almost disappeared into smoke with the first few puffs on the cigar, and as he reappeared Saffi could see something draconic in the man. He looked dangerous, intelligent, and he was appraising her like she'd come to take something from his precious horde.
He logged onto his terminal and began to type in commands before looking at her again, "So, Miss Patel, I think some congratulations are in order on being the sole escapee for this hunt. Very few masterless sluts manage to get captured not just once but twice and still make it to the end. In fact very few make it to the end of the hunt at all. I will say all of us in hunt control had a good laugh at you getting faceraped for a good 15 minutes before showing you'd got the wristband off," he said gruffly, watching her intensely as he did so.
"...thank you?" Saffi managed weakly by way of reply. He narrowed his eyes a little, as if this was the kind of reply he didn't expect.
"Sorry, I should introduce myself, my name is Colonel Teague. I was running this particular hunt. I usually pride myself on no one getting away but you have very definitely beaten the odds. Believe me your registry page is now attracting attention from some very wealthy people now they know you're the one who got away. We've taken the liberty, of course, of updating your registry entry with both the rapings you received, and also the time you spent with Pussyfiend on arrival, all edited tastefully to show your assets at their best as well as some prime shots from your Fem-Vet inspection," said Teague, almost like he was probing for a further response from her. There was a pregnant pause between them that seemed to stretch on almost forever as he sat waiting.
"So...what happens now?" asked Saffi.
