How Amanda Spent Her Summer Vacation
Chapter Two
The skimpily girls shivered in discomfort in the sudden coolness of the
helicopter's cargo space. . Ms. Danielle had ridden up front. A widely grinning
young man in a flight suit had come aft before the lift off and tightly secured
everyone's seat belt. He had told them they were not to detach the belts and
move about the cabin during the flight.
Amanda couldn't see were they could move about. The girls were arranged in
canvas seats mounted to the side bulkhead. Boxes, crates and some equipment had
been strapped down in the center aisle. She thought to her self "We are just
some more cargo."
Amanda squirmed on the uncomfortable canvas seat. She was cold, apprehensive and
a sudden wrenching loneliness seized her. She leaned over to Caitlin, huddled in
the next seat, and yelled over the roar of the aircraft.
"You Scared?" she asked.
Caitlin's eyes were wide. She faced Amanda and nodded. She indicated for Amanda
to turn her head and listen.
"I wish we had more clothes!" she nearly yelled.
Amanda nodded. The short shifts they had been given were inadequate for sitting
and being so tightly belted to the seats. The coarse canvas abrasively rubbed
the soft skin of Amanda's bare bottom.
Amanda took this time to closely examine her new companions. There was her new
friend Caitlin. Amanda had told her that the thick mass of blonde ringlets,
which cascaded down her shoulders, was very becoming.
Across the compartment three girls were similarly secured. Jenna was a tall
willowy beauty that Amanda thought looked younger than eighteen. She seemed shy
and would not completely meet Amanda's eyes. She had very light straight blonde
hair, which was pinned back. Her tresses were long reaching the middle of her
back. Amanda envied Jenna's type of figure. That long-legged slender physique
was more suited to athletics than Amanda's voluptuous figure.
Stephanie sat next to Jenna. She had smiled at Amanda across the aisle when
their eyes met. Amanda thought they might become good friends. She was not as
tall as Amanda but just as fully figured. Stephanie wore her brunette hair cut
in long layered retro shag.
Amanda was not sure of the tiny Oriental girl's name sitting at the end of the
row. She thought it was May Lin. She had known some Orientals at school. She
determined the lovely doll-like girl was either Vietnamese or maybe Cambodian.
Lastly sitting on the other side of Caitlin was the very animated black girl
Leisha. She had told everyone to call her "Tweety" She was short but with a
perfect figure, if maybe top-heavy. Amanda watched the rising and falling of
Leisha's full up thrust melon-like breasts rise and fall as she whispered
excitedly in Caitlin's ear.
It seemed they had only been aloft for a brief time when the craft banked
sharply. Their destination filled the small window next to Amanda. She gasped
and turned to Caitlin who was looking over her shoulder.
"It is the Rockefeller!" She yelled. Caitlin nodded in agreement.
In the past year the media had been filled with speculations about this new
ship. No press had been permitted aboard so all the public had seen had been
various airborne pictures of the unique ocean liner.
It was a massive vessel. The innovative design consisted of two hulls joined by
a tiered deck structure. It was a floating city.
Amanda had read it was to be the exclusive domain of the very rich. On board
condominiums had been sold for millions. The draw had been that the vessel
would remain in international waters under it's own sovereignty, exempting it's
denizens from land-based tax laws.
Amanda was stunned at the size of the vessel as the helicopter continued its
approach. Details became more apparent and she realized their target was a
small shelf protruding from the side of an upper deck. It seemed impossible that
the helicopter could land on such a small space.
Never less that was what happened. The aircraft turned and Amanda's window
filled with skies then the growing vision of windows, doors and railed walkways.
Amanda closed her eyes and braced herself.
There was jolt and the roar of the rotors changed. The craft shuddered and the
vibration suddenly ceased. The whine of the helicopter's turbine died and Amanda
opened her eyes and peeped out the window. Several men in official looking blue
coveralls were attaching straps to bolts on the metal deck.
The cabin door slid open with loud bang and Ms. Danielle looked in at the girls.
Frowning she motioned with an impatient wave for them to get out. Amanda fumbled
with her belt then rose to follow the other girls. Before entering the sunlight
Amanda pulled at her thin smock in an attempt at a modest covering of herself.
Above them the rotors still lazily spun. A smiling young man stood at the door,
clad in what seemed the ships uniform of blue coveralls, and motioned for them
to duck their heads.
Amanda quickly took in her surroundings. She was standing on a cold metal deck,
which was perched, alarming high above the vast open space of the sparklingly
blue ocean.
Ms. Danielle herded the girls together and directed them toward the dark cavern
of an open bay. As she entered the hold Amanda realized this was a freight dock.
Boxes and crates of produce were rose above them on both sides. The air was
refrigerated and she shivered from the loss of the welcomed warm ocean air.
Amanda suddenly noticed the attention of two leering Spanish men loitering by a
forklift. She was immediately very conscious of her scant smock and near
nakedness. She tugged the cloth down with and covered her breasts with her arm.
She was acutely aware her taut nipples must have been protruding. .
Ms. Danielle barked a command in Spanish and the men quickly averted their
stares and returned to work. She then led the girls to a waiting freight
elevator.
After a brief descent the group was led down another corridor to a carpeted
hallway. Amanda thought the decor resembled an up scale hotel. The group made
several turns and entered another elevator. They made another descent.
The elevator opened into a small hallway. The luxurious accommodation was
lacking here. Pipes and conduit ran along the ceiling and the metal floor was
cold to Amanda's bare feet. It was evident this was a service area.
Ms. Danielle halted the group. "This is the servant's deck. You must never leave
this area unless accompanied by a Owner." She explained.
She then lead them to an oval shaped metal door and lifted a metal bar opening
the hatchway.
The girls followed her into the next room. Amanda immediately recognized it as a
classroom. There was a TV mounted on the wall and a podium. Six boxes were
arranged in rows on the floor before the podium.
"Find your box." Ms Danielle directed as she strode to the podium.
Amanda saw hers. She noticed her printed name was lower-case and read simply
"amanda"
"Now girls assume your proper position which is kneeling. I want you to be
accustomed to kneeling at all times unless ordered otherwise." Ms. Danielle
said.
Amanda lowered herself to her knees. She was glad the floor was heavily
carpeted. Unsure if she was permitted to sit on her heels she looked around at
the others. Everyone was uneasily doing the same.
Ms. Danielle looked up from the podium. "You may sit back. We have much to
cover."
The door opened behind them and Amanda turned to see the entrance of a beautiful
nearly naked woman. The woman wore only a garter belt and dark nylons. The
black-strapped stiletto heels looked uncomfortable but she gracefully crossed
the room to kneel next to Ms Danielle. Amanda noticed she too wore a collar.
Ms Danielle's demeanor changed and she smiled down at the kneeling lady. She
reached down to fasten a leash to the collar and then ran her fingers
possessively through the others thick black hair. The kneeling female looked up
at her in trembling adoration. Her full wide-spaced breasts rose and fell in a
thrusting offering.
Amanda suddenly recognized the woman. It was Carmen Mendoza. The Latina had
been a leading television news reporter on a Miami station. All the boys at
school had a crush on her. They had an informal fan club that had met in the
dorm common room for Carmen's nightly newscast. Amanda thought of her as old but
she was only in her thirties. Amanda appraised the other female, as only one of
the same sexes is capable. Petite framed, her body was well toned and tanned.
Her hair was styled and piled in dark curls about her face. Her mouth was large
and sensual. Amanda always thought that was what attracted all the boys.
Amanda suddenly recollected Carmen had been absent from the newscast for some
time.
Ms. Danielle looked up at the other girls. "Open your boxes." She said.
Amanda opened hers to find two pairs of shoes, one similar to Carmen's and the
other a pair of six-inch platforms. Some very lacy belts and nylons lay neatly
folded between the shoes.
"That is your uniform." Ms Danielle announced. "Put on the platforms and get
used to the height. You may stand. Place your smock in that barrel by the
table." She pointed.
Amanda felt immediately self-conscious as she stood and prepared to pull off her
smock.
Amanda looked at Caitlin who was holding up a garter belt, which dangled from
her hand. Caitlin looked at her and the two giggled.
Caitlin made a face then pulled her smock off over her head. Amanda looked at
her naked friend, then followed suit. The two girls glanced at the other's body.
Amanda thought Caitlin was beautifully sexy.
The girls followed the others to deposit the smocks as directed and then
returned to their assigned spots.
When Amanda removed her shoes and garters she noticed what lay underneath. She
quickly looked at her friend's reaction. Caitlin had pulled the contents out and
was holding it. It was a huge cellophane wrapped dildo. She suppressed a giggle
and looked at Amanda. The phallus was flesh colored and life-like detailed. It
looked massive in the dainty girls hand. She jiggled it.
"OH, my gawd!" She exclaimed in a whisper to her friend.
"You slave girls need to learn to follow directions with more haste" Ms.
Danielle said sharply.
Quickly everyone began opening the wrappings on the underwear and adjusting them
around their waists. Amanda was unfamiliar with a garter belt as girls in her
generation used panty hose. Amanda and Caitlin assisted each other and quickly
figured out the snaps and adjustments.
Amanda thought the silken stockings felt wonderful as her she pulled them up her
legs. She straightened the seams and clipped the tops to the belts.
Bending over she slipped on a heel and realized that getting on the other would
be tricky without a chair. She looked to her friend who was having the same
realization.
"Lean on me" Caitlin whispered.
"Okay" Amanda replied.
Tottering on the one leg Amanda braced herself by placing her hand on Caitlin's
shoulder. Then she lifted her other leg and pulled on the other shoe.
Gingerly she slowly straightened and stood balanced on the outrageously high
platforms. Amanda had never worn anything like this. She felt like a giant.
Caitlin kneeled down. "Let me fasten them." She said.
Amanda steadied herself and stood erect. She looked around the room at the
others. Everyone was helping each other.
Then she noticed herself in the mirror that spanned one wall. She made a slight
gasp as she stared at her reflection. The heels emphasized her long legs and the
lacy belt seemed to frame the dark triangle of her sex. Amanda had never seen
herself so provocatively displayed. She felt embarrassed at the open sexuality.
It was different than being naked with other girls in a locker room at school.
Her hands fluttered at her side as she fought the impulse to cover herself.
Caitlin finished fastening the shoes and rose. Her eyes rested for a moment on
Amanda's out-thrust bosom which was level with her nose. She stepped back a
minute suddenly aware of her new friend's closeness.
The two girls exchanged a look.
"Help me Amanda" Caitlin said softly.
"Okay" Amanda looked down and slowly lowered herself to her haunches. She picked
up a shoe and lifted the others foot.
Caitlin lightly rested a hand on her friend's shoulder and then noticed their
reflection. She thought Amanda looked erotic perched on her platforms. Her new
friend had a lovely figure. Her back was arched and her cute butt was
out-thrusting by her position.
"There" Amanda said as she finished. She looked up and saw Caitlin looking at
the mirror. Her eyes followed the other's gaze and she was again startled by the
transformation.
She had seen models dressed like this in sex magazines the guys had in their
rooms at school. She had never visualized herself in fetish wear. She realized
the way she thought of herself was not the girl in the mirror. This new girl was
a slut to be used for another's pleasure.
Ms. Danielle clapped her hands. "Okay let's go. Resume your positions" she
directed
"I am happy you have all figured out that you must help each other." Ms.
Danielle announced as the girls gingerly lowered themselves to the floor.
"The months ahead will be filled with moments when you will need each other."
She continued. " I encourage each of you to make close friends amongst
yourselves. You will find that sharing your experiences will help the others if
they find themselves in a similar situation."
"You girls were chosen for a common trait. You may not recognize it in
yourself...yet. In the next few days it will be my job to bring out your hidden
talents."
"You are probably wondering what that similarity could be among such a range of
girls as you are. By the tests you took we can determine the degree of what we
call....a natural submissive. It is actually a very common personality factor in
females, but what separated you from the other candidates was also your
sexuality."
Then she added, "And of course your own type of individual beauty." She smiled
slightly at the last remark.
" Some young girls are frightened when first faced with the feeling of
powerless. You should take strength from the others. Also the coming realization
of your own sexuality, growing needs and desires will be life changing. Do not
bottle up your fears, but if need be cry on each other's shoulders."
She then gently pulled on the leash attached to the kneeling Carmen. She smiled
and changed the tone of her voice. "This is my sweet kitten Carmen"
Carmen looked up at her then toward the other girls.
"She is older and has had much experience. Confide in her, ask her questions and
learn from her."
The sound of the entrance door caused everyone to turn. A man entered. Amanda
immediately felt very naked. Involuntarily who hands flew up to cover her
breasts. She had to stifle a scream.
As he walked to the front of the room he made a frank appraisal of the six
kneeling girls. Amanda felt her skin tingle as his gaze lingered on her. He
smiled slightly and then winked at her. Amanda knew her body must be flushed red
with embarrassment.
He stopped at the podium next to Ms Danielle and turned to face the girls.
Ms. Danielle ordered in stern voice. "All of you! Resume your proper positions!"
Amanda turned her head and noticed everyone else had reacted like her. She took
a deep breath and lowered her arms to her sides. She had never felt so naked
before.
The man smiled again. "You slaves will become used to being naked among
strangers in time."
"My name is Jonathan. You will address me as Master Jonathan, Master or Sir."
He slowly inspected the kneeling naked girls before him.
Amanda thought he was certainly distinguished looking and quite handsome for an
older man. She felt a sense of authority, which seemed to radiate from him.
He turned to Ms Danielle and said something low in her ear. She nodded and
pointed to Stephanie and Caitlin. He nodded and smiled again as his eyes shifted
between the two indicated girls. He said something else unintelligible to Ms
Danielle and pulled a gold-coiled chain link leash from his pocket.
He looped the leash in his fist and walked out amongst the females. He strode
directly to Caitlin, reached down and clicked the leash to her collar.
It happened so rapidly the surprised kneeling girl brought her hands up to the
leash and pulled back. "No" she said in a small voice.
"Come little slave," he said softly and tugged the leash taut. Caitlin was
pulled forward and caught herself with her hands on the floor. He stood
patiently above her and again tugged the leash. Caitlin's head came up and she
looked at him.
"Come...come." He again said in the same soft tone.
Slowly Caitlin rose following the pull of the leash. She rose unsteadily on the
elevated platforms before him. He was smiling at her and she dropped her eyes.
Without another word he proceeded out the door with the now unresisting girl
following at his heels.
Before he closed the door behind them Amanda briefly met Caitlin's eyes as she
made a last quick glance over her shoulder. Her eyes were wide and panicked.
