As winter sets in for the northern hemisphere the women of the Crux Forums have decided to go to on a Caribbean vacation. The young Barbara Moore working on her PhD found an incredible deal that included the flight, a month at the island with all food, drinks, and gratuities covered for a ridiculous low price and some would experience the ‘slaves’ life’. She thought it could be fun and convinced the women to join her at Scandals Resort!
Barb and her North American friends join her on the chartered THT One…
…and friends from ‘across the pond’ showed up on a KLM flight.
The first night is quite enjoyable.
What could go wrong?
Well, all the women who signed up for the ‘slave tour’ really didn’t understand they could be the slaves. If they read the fine print (don’t put this all on Barb- no one did!!!) they would have found that 100 of them could be selected to be taken as slaves and considered no more than chattel… But I am getting ahead here.
Meanwhile on the Isle of Lesbos the pirate queen known only as the ‘Dark Princess’ plans with her trusted crew to raid Scandals Resort and steal the slaves from Scandals…
That night Barb and friends were all dressed up and about to head to the outdoor bar where a really good ‘cover’ band would be playing dance music from the 60s through the 90s. There was a knock on the door and the man in the hall announced he was from the resorts’ security. When Barb opened the door there was not one man but three. She demanded to know what was going on. He says “Barb, and I presume this is Siss and Tricia, you have been randomly chosen to be three of the 100 slaves for the month.”
“But we didn’t sign up to be slaves” she replied.
He reaches into his suit jacket and pulls out copies the tour contracts the three had signed and hands them to the women suggesting they read Page 6, Section 8, Paragraph C where indeed the contract indeed stated that by signing the island guest agrees that she will participate in the random drawing and if selected agrees to be auctioned and serve as a slave for the four weeks of their visit. In return their stay is free and up to $1000.00 US would be refunded for their airfare.
Tricia shakes her head and sighs saying “I certainly signed it. What happens now?”
“Tomorrow afternoon you will be auctioned off either in the harbor market square or in the old Abbey of the Order of Crux, locally known as the Caribbean Cruxton Abbey. But for now take your all your clothes and jewelry off.”
“I will not” Siss says indignantly!
“I suggest you do or we will do it for you” he replies in a tone that leaves no doubt he means business! Moments later the three are naked, bound, and blindfolded.
One of the men says “All quality tits and asses- these three will bring top dollar!”
Sometime in the early morning the newly selected slaves are lined up to hear the rules. One blonde says “Dorothy, I didn’t know you were here!”
“It seems like every one Barbara invited has been picked. It seems like this is a typical CF cluster-fuck” Tricia replies.
“The first rule, you slave cunts do not talk unless you are addressed” the Sandals Resort Director of Entertainment Joan Tree barks. “There are two lines on the floor. Every other one of you will step forward to the front line… except you two, Barb and Siss, and you will take positions before the two rows of slaves.”
“I do not like this” Siss whispers.
“You? Look at what they’ve done to my hair” Barb hisses back.
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Barb and her North American friends join her on the chartered THT One…
…and friends from ‘across the pond’ showed up on a KLM flight.
The first night is quite enjoyable.
What could go wrong?
Well, all the women who signed up for the ‘slave tour’ really didn’t understand they could be the slaves. If they read the fine print (don’t put this all on Barb- no one did!!!) they would have found that 100 of them could be selected to be taken as slaves and considered no more than chattel… But I am getting ahead here.
Meanwhile on the Isle of Lesbos the pirate queen known only as the ‘Dark Princess’ plans with her trusted crew to raid Scandals Resort and steal the slaves from Scandals…
That night Barb and friends were all dressed up and about to head to the outdoor bar where a really good ‘cover’ band would be playing dance music from the 60s through the 90s. There was a knock on the door and the man in the hall announced he was from the resorts’ security. When Barb opened the door there was not one man but three. She demanded to know what was going on. He says “Barb, and I presume this is Siss and Tricia, you have been randomly chosen to be three of the 100 slaves for the month.”
“But we didn’t sign up to be slaves” she replied.
He reaches into his suit jacket and pulls out copies the tour contracts the three had signed and hands them to the women suggesting they read Page 6, Section 8, Paragraph C where indeed the contract indeed stated that by signing the island guest agrees that she will participate in the random drawing and if selected agrees to be auctioned and serve as a slave for the four weeks of their visit. In return their stay is free and up to $1000.00 US would be refunded for their airfare.
Tricia shakes her head and sighs saying “I certainly signed it. What happens now?”
“Tomorrow afternoon you will be auctioned off either in the harbor market square or in the old Abbey of the Order of Crux, locally known as the Caribbean Cruxton Abbey. But for now take your all your clothes and jewelry off.”
“I will not” Siss says indignantly!
“I suggest you do or we will do it for you” he replies in a tone that leaves no doubt he means business! Moments later the three are naked, bound, and blindfolded.
One of the men says “All quality tits and asses- these three will bring top dollar!”
Sometime in the early morning the newly selected slaves are lined up to hear the rules. One blonde says “Dorothy, I didn’t know you were here!”
“It seems like every one Barbara invited has been picked. It seems like this is a typical CF cluster-fuck” Tricia replies.
“The first rule, you slave cunts do not talk unless you are addressed” the Sandals Resort Director of Entertainment Joan Tree barks. “There are two lines on the floor. Every other one of you will step forward to the front line… except you two, Barb and Siss, and you will take positions before the two rows of slaves.”
“I do not like this” Siss whispers.
“You? Look at what they’ve done to my hair” Barb hisses back.
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