Trisha, Jalena and Cierra had managed to rustle up a pocket knife among Mr. Lucas's things, using it to free their wrists of the leather restraints. But that was where progress ended. They stood in a half circle in front of the door, still trapped in this opulently decorated room set up like a spacious bathhouse. Against Jalena's better judgment, she had pulled Mr. Lucas' unconscious body to the top step of the hot tub, preventing the man from drowning even though he so richly deserved it.
There was also the niggling thought at the back of Jalena's mind, that compared to the other sadistic freaks in this place, Mr. Lucas' attentions had been positively benign. She was beginning to have serious regrets about whether physically assaulting their least brutal captor had been the best choice.
"So what's the plan?" Jalena asked, her golden-tinged Latina body as naked as her friends beside her. The three young women stood like sacrifices in front of the lair of a beast. The door to the room was indeed locked from the outside, and judging from the door's solid make - it had to be two feet thick almost, if you estimated in inches - they weren't going anywhere. The steel-reinforced entrance seemed more like a vault than the flimsy dungeon door the girls had hoped for. During the nightmare of being dragged down here, they hadn't noticed just how impregnable their confinement truly was.
Trisha sighed. "There's only one entrance at least. Is there some way we can booby trap it? We need to have a nasty surprise planned for the first freak who enters this room."
Cierra nodded, liking that idea, but before the girls could take their escape plan any further they heard the lock mechanism disengaging, voices on the other side.
"Oh, shit." Cierra took a dozen steps back, trembling. Her face went white, and the panic setting in told both Jalena and Trisha that she would be no more helpful to them than a deer frozen in headlights.
"Keep it together," Trisha hissed. Jalena shook her head though.
"We are so screwed," the Latina whispered, backing away toward the room's opposite corner. She saw a detailed bust of some Roman Emperor, eyes and bearing all regal and impressive. The stand it was mounted on, it was narrow. It might provide a decent bludgeoning weapon depending on how lightweight it was. Jalena tried to consider it as the dungeon door swung open.
Razor and Killer were the first two into the room, both wearing full body armor, semi-automatic rifles pointed.
"We don't take chances, bitches. This room is videotaped, just like every other. Looks like we're going to have to teach you dumb cunts to be obedient the hard way." Razor's anger flowed off of him in waves, almost as palpable as his lust.
He stepped aside as two very dissimilar men strode into the room.
"Master Chei, meet the potential merchandise," Razor grunted.
Master Chei wore a flowing white robe embroidered with crimson peacocks, and that was all he wore. The robe sash had been undone, letting the folds flow wide to reveal the squat Chinese man's nakedness. A cock of enormous girth hung long and hard from between his legs. He had the bearing of someone used to getting his way. Jalena thought he had to be at least in his 40's, but his muscular physique made him appear much younger. His sharp-eyed gaze missed nothing, settling on the gleaming nipple rings adorning her breasts.
"I see. I think I will take that one."
Killer shook his head. "Not so fast. You know this is only a sampling. They don't go onto the auction block until tomorrow, Master Chei. Try not to get TOO eager. Everyone else still gets a fair chance at buying them."
A second man had entered right beside Master Chei. His skin tone had the tinge of Arab descent, and the white turban he wore confirmed his Arabian roots. An angular face with deep, rich brown eyes swept the room.
"Al-Rafiq, do you like what you see?"
The oil Sheikh looked down dubiously at Mr. Lucas' limp, naked form. "If these bitches tried to do to ME what they have just done to your boss, I have would the skin on their buttocks flayed one whip slap at a time and enjoyed listening to their screams."
Razor and Killer exchanged a knowing glance. Razor's gaze narrowed, as if he was in some unspoken argument with his companion. Finally Killer looked away, caving in. Razor grinned, showing his white teeth to Master Chei and Sheikh Al-Rafiq. "What if we canceled the auction, hmm? I don't think our boss will be in much of a mood to sell these cunts to gentle buyers after what they've done to him. Have your way with them tonight...Rules be damned. Do whatever you wish, and decide, IF you let any of them live, how you want to divvy up the booty."
Chei and Al-Rafiq shared a look. Al-Rafiq shrugged out of his clothes, standing naked. He cracked his neck to the side, rolling the muscles of his shoulders as he stared greedily at Trisha.
"I'll take that as an agreement," Razor said. "The price for each girl will be $250,000 cash, whether you leave them fit enough to return with you...or not." Razor let those ominous words hang in the air as he left, shutting the vault-like door with finality behind him.
Killer stayed, his gun ready. It seemed he would watch and make sure the girls didn't try anything. Jalena's heart rate was spiking. 'Oh dear god. We better do exactly what these twisted monsters want or they might kill us all!' That mantra just kept pounding in her head as the large Asian crime lord walked up to her.
"Mmm. Too bad you are a rebellious little cow. We will have to remedy that," Chei growled. He barked something in Chinese. Moments later the vault door opened again, and eight young Chinese thugs entered the room. All were naked except for the tattoos, each of a different animal, splayed across their chests. The biggest one came forward first.
"What do you want us to do, Master?"
