The next morning, the women gathered early to discuss their plans for the day. The island had a small hill that could be trekked in about an hour, a large infinity pool overlooking the sea, tennis courts, a 9-hole golf course, well equipped gym and sauna, and of course, beaches all around.
They decided to start off with the trek, as Mallika suggested that the views from the top of the hill were quite amazing, and they could also catch a few rare birds on camera if they were lucky. The women wore proper trekking shoes, and didn't have to bother carrying anything else as the slaves would be carrying all that they needed... binoculars, sunscreen, water, some energy bars and snacks etc. The slaves had to follow them on all fours, the rucksack on their backs like the mules they were.
The trail was mostly covered with fallen leaves, but was hard and stony in some places and also had thorny bushes along the sides. It was hard labour for Ramesh and the six slaves, to keep up the pace on all fours, with a heavy rucksack weighing them down. But the occasional whack on their ass if they moved slower ensured they maintained a steady pace. It took them almost an hour and a half to reach the top, but the views were mesmerizing to say the least. The sun was a bright orange, its rays shimmering across the water as kites and seagulls soared across the clear blue sky.
There were no seating arrangements so the women made themselves comfortable on the backs of their slaves. They took a lot of photos, taking their own sweet time to admire their selfies, editing them, adding different filters and comparing them, while the slaves groaned (silently, of course) under their weight.
Bobby made the mistake of asking for some water as he was parched from the trek. Ankita slapped him hard for his imprudence and stuffed her sweat-soaked socks into his mouth. "Suck on that if you are so thirsty, you idiot. You don't get to make demands here. You will have water when I deem it fit to spit some into your filthy mouth," she said.
Ramesh saw Bobby's plight and sighed. He crawled across to Bobby when the women got up to take another group photo. "When are you going to learn? It's better to accept one's position as a slave and behave accordingly. The sooner you let go of the notion that you have any self identity other than being a slave that exists solely to serve your mistress, the better off you will be," Ramesh whispered to him.
"But I was her boss not too long ago. How dare she treat me like this?" Bobby spat out the socks and retorted angrily. Big mistake.
