Susan sat in the backseat of the large SUV as it drove down the highway from the farm where she had spent the last several days. She was completely naked as always. Her wrists were handcuffed behind her and her ankles were chained together with a short chain. She had a large red ball gag shoved in her mouth. The woman wondered if any of the drivers or passengers in the other vehicles could see her but she doubted it through the tinted windows of the vehicle.
The car exited the freeway and turned toward a small private airport. The car drove across the tarmac to a waiting private plane. Susan wondered where she was being shipped off to now after several weeks with "The Artist" and being treated as a farm animal. Jacoby parked the SUV near the plane and got out. He circled around to the rear passenger seat and opened the door. He pulled the girl out of the car and marched her across the tarmac and up the stairs onto the plane.
Susan's friend and former fellow cheerleader Kylie was sitting in one of the plane's luxurious leather seats wearing a short sundress. She waved at Susan as the woman was led to an adjacent seat. Jacoby unlocked the girl's wrists and ankles and removed the gag and headed off the plane without a word. Susan turned to Kylie, who pressed a button on a remote and a television screen turned on.
"Hello, Miss Mitchell," said the voice of Stephen Krutz from the TV screen. "I have received favorable reports from Roger and Jacoby regarding your behavior in the past few weeks. As a result, you are being provided a small trip for Spring Break, courtesy of 'The Artist', who was very impressed with you." Susan had been less than impressed with him, but the idea of a vacation after months of torture and abuse sounded promising. Krutz continued, "Kylie shall be responsible for you for the next week. You will do exactly what she says. I have several friends on the island you will be traveling to, and all it will take is one phone call for one of them to come and get you. Any attempts to escape will result in severe punishment."
The screen went blank and Susan settled into her seat as the plane became moving down the runway. With Kylie calling the shots, this vacation was not likely to be as relaxing as Susan had originally hoped but she had to think it would be better than the tortures she had suffered from The Artist and Jacoby since she was taken away from West Valley. Susan fell asleep quickly after takeoff and only awoke shortly before the plane landed. The plane touched down on the runway and Kylie arose from her seat. "Let's go," she said and Susan stood up as well.
The door of the plane opened and there was a black car waiting on the tarmac. Kylie walked ahead of Susan who looked around nervously to see if there was anyone watching her walk naked to the car. The girls climbed into the back seat and the driver sped off across the island to a resort hotel. As they approached the hotel, Kylie reached into the designer bag she brought with her and pulled out a very small string bikini. "You will want to put this on, probably. I doubt they will let you just walk through the lobby naked." Susan placed the two triangles over her breasts and tied the string around her neck and back. She shimmied in her seat and tied on the bikini bottom. Neither piece of fabric covered much but anything was better than what she usually wore.
The car reached the hotel and pulled into the driveway. A man opened the door and Susan stepped out. Several heads turned as the pretty blonde walked towards the hotel with Kylie ahead of her. A man unloaded a set of suitcases from the trunk and the girls headed upstairs to their room on the top floor. Once inside the room, Kylie ordered Susan to remove the bikini. "You will be naked at all times inside this room. And most of the time outside it." Susan sighed as Kylie continued. "In fact, we could use some ice. Go fetch some, slave."
Susan frowned but knew she arguing was not a good idea. She picked up the metal ice bucket off the dresser and clenched it against her chest. She walked over to the door and turned the handle. She opened the door slowly and peered into the hallway. She didn't see anyone so she walked slowly into the hall, listening as the door clicked shut behind her. The woman stared down the hallway. She remembered passing the ice station on her way from the elevator so she started moving quickly, her bare feet sounding really loud against the carpet as she passed what she assumed were occupied rooms. Susan wondered what would happen if one of those doors opened. Could she tell her story and gain her freedom? Or would the friends Krutz had referred to be waiting to take her away to even more perverse punishment?
The naked girl reached the room where the ice machine stood next to a vending machine. She quickly moved to the machine and placed the bucket under the spout and pressed the large lighted button. The machine groaned and ice began coming out loudly, clanging into the metal bucket. Any hope Susan might had had of being silent had disappeared. She filled the bucket and peered out into the hallway. There was still no one there so she pulled the cold bucket against her chest and hustled down the hallway. She reached the room and knocked on the door. There was no reply. Susan was getting angry and she knocked louder. She heard the lock click and the door opened. Kylie stood in the open doorway with a chair. She asked for the ice bucket and pushed the chair towards Susan.
"Set this chair in the middle of the hallway. Sit in it and pleasure yourself. You can come back inside once you've come outside."
"Kylie, please, you can't make me do this."
