1-Lida Arrives
Lida cried as the plane approached the small airport on the outskirts of Las Vegas. Her island, even her home back in Kentucky, had been so lush and green. Here, it was so bleak, so dry. How could people live here? This was broken layers of mountains and broad dry basins rather than the pleasant slickrock of Utah and Arizona. She could see nothing even vaguely appealing about her new home.
She and Hunter had been met by two men at the airport. One was a big redhead with a Scottish brogue and the other a shorter and rounder Englishman. The two men rode up front while Hunter (his hand on her bare thigh) rode in the back with her.
She watched the scenery go by, the desert seeming so bleak and lifeless compared to her island. If this was where she was going to live, maybe she didn't want Hunter to keep her for long.
She was a slave, in reality now and not just her fantasies. She was owned, she would be sexually used by many men (and, she presumed, some women too). She was powerless to say no, to stop them. She tried to imagine that, but the part of her mind that used to be able to conjure the fantasies at will died with her first night with Hunter. No matter what she imagined, she knew the reality could be worse, or better.
The drive from the airport did little to reassure her. Strip malls and warehouses gave way to open desert. She could see the dry washes, places where there could be water, but none there at the moment. She tried to imagine a layer of green over at all, but could not. They climbed to the base of the mountains and the ghost town neighborhood that never was. They passed streets perfectly surveyed and laid out, but the construction had come to a screeching halt during the Great Recession and never started back up again.
At the far western end was the foot of a mountain. This was the high tide of urban sprawl from Las Vegas. Roy's big house sat conspicuously against the base of the rocky slope, looking over the empty streets below. The SUV pulled into the garage and the Scot turned off the engine. The garage door closed behind them and they were swallowed into another world.
The doors opened, it was cool and dark against the mountain, and the men stepped out. Lida was not sure what was going to happen next. Would all three of them take turns fucking her now? Someone was going to fuck her, right?
Hunter took her hand and led her out of the garage and into the house. She liked the house, nice air conditioning and a welcome oasis from the world outside. The living room with its vaulted ceiling impressed her, too. She followed him out the sliding glass doors and to the deck and pool. She eyed the cool water of the pool with undisguised longing. A swim sounded so good, but she probably was going to have to at least blow Hunter.
"Go for a swim," he said and eyed her long form up and down. "Take your time, it was a long flight."
"Yes, Master," Lida said and dove in before he could change his mind.
When she came up for air, Hunter continued his instructions.
"When you are done, Bruce and Bligh will take you to your room. After you perform oral on them, have some lunch and get some rest. We'll wake you this evening, then you are to get ready. Take a nice bath, use some lotion, do whatever you need to be at your best. You will be sent for when it is time. Get your rest."
"Yes, Master,' Lida said and watched him walk back inside the house.
Bruce and Bligh talked with him for a second then came out on the porch to guard her and watch her swim.
If she was going to be sucking cock after this, she might as well get her money's worth. It was a good sized pool for a house, but her laps were short. She felt far more caged in than she had been in the inlet or creek at home, even than in her small pool in the forest. But she made the most of it, there was a lot of tension in her muscles from the chase in the forest and the long flight after that. If she was going to get fucked hard and often tonight, she wanted to be in the best shape she could.
She was finally finished and climbed out of the pool. She was instantly shivering as the water quickly evaporated off of her into the desert air. Goosebumps covered her and her nipples grew hard, much to the amusement of the men watching her. She quickly dried and walked over to the two men.
"Drop the towel and get on your knees," the Scot said.
"Can't you ever wait?" the Englishman chided.
"Can," Bruce said, giving the same answer he always did, "don't want to." He unzipped his pants, pulling his cock out and presenting it to Lida. Like a good slave, she began giving him head. "Besides, I'd far rather get my cock sucked outside on a beautiful May Nevada day than up in the slave attic."
Bligh snorted and went inside to wait. A few minutes later, a satisfied looking Bruce led a less satisfied looking Lida in from the pool deck. Without a word, the three of them went up the stairs.
Roy and Hunter had done some expansion in the attic. The unused area between what had been Elaine's and what was now Amanda's quarters and the other end had been finished. Or at least started being finished. The goal was to have quarters for multiple girls if needed. There were what Roy grandly called the "Slave Baths", where the girls would get ready. That featured two large raised tubs, a couple of showers and lots of vanity table space to get ready.
There would eventually be six small bedrooms and a common area. Of course, these being slave quarters, there were the obligatory loops and locked cabinets of bondage gear. The doors all featured card locks on the outside. Two of the bedrooms had been finished and it was to one of these that Lida was led.
Bligh took his turn with her in her room. She knelt beside her bed and sucked his hard shaft, just as she had been told. There was not much in it for her. She enjoyed the submission, but had no feelings about the men, it was a chore to perform. If they'd fucked her, really fucked her, it would have been different, but it was just head. Like a good slave (and she was trying), she swallowed his salty load when he came in her mouth.
It felt like a cell, Lida thought as she stretched out on the bed after Bligh left. She had to admit that it was a nice bed, though. Full-sized (which did not leave a lot of floor space in the room), nice and firm, nice soft sheets. But then she saw the rings positioned around the bed and realized that all of that was not for her comfort.
There was a window, which Lida thought was a nice touch. She looked out it and saw the barren desert landscape. Her first reaction was shock and horrible depression. She dropped onto the bed, curled into a ball and sobbed like a child. This was her world now, locked inside a tiny bubble of habitable space to be a sex slave, surrounded by a world of bleak, barren desert wasteland.
"I want to go home," she said softly, knowing the home she was thinking about was the farm on the island from which Jake had banished her.
She cried herself to sleep.
2-Amanda on the Road
Sometimes when Amanda was on the hunt for submissives, she would just zone out and get off the main roads. She followed state highways and US highways and just went where the feeling took her. Every now and then, those diversions turned out to be the most profitable. The redheaded roper pulled into a truckstop at the intersection of two state highways somewhere in southern Illinois. She had a half tank left but wanted to get out and walk around a bit. She was hoping for a roadhouse, but a minimart was as close she was going to get here.
