It all started because of our love for the
sport of kick-boxing. Peter’s and mine,
that is. Peter was my husband of some
three months but we had known and loved each other for years, each of us
fanatical about sport and particularly kick-boxing.
We belonged to a particular school near our home in
Brisbane (which is in Queensland, Australia) and we attended every single week
to hone up our skills and to compete in the club competitions.
It was there Jake found us. We didn’t notice him at first. Like many other people interested in our
sport, he had just wandered into the school and sat around, watching as we did
our warm-up exercises and then got into the training bouts while our teachers
moved around us, suggesting a better ploy here or another form of attack there.
But then he came over to watch me particularly. I was fighting with another girl and both of
us were wearing the usual attire for the sport: brief shorts and a just as
brief halter over our breasts. We were
otherwise naked. The boys had on only
the usual brief shorts and nothing else.
I think it may have been the fanatical gleam in Jake’s
eyes that made me notice him. He was
leaning forward in his chair and eyeing me intently. I felt a distinct prickle
all over me, a sure warning that someone was watching. I noticed him talking to his neighbour who
was pointing Peter out to him. After a
few minutes, he got up out of his chair and strolled over to watch Peter
I didn’t think any more of it but I should have. It wasn’t long after that that the pair of us
Peter and I had been sweethearts ever since
we were in state school; that is, since we had been about five years old. There had never been anyone else, on either
side and we had been friends first, then girl and boyfriend, then soul mates
and finally husband and wife.
Peter is a very handsome young man. He is tall (five feet eleven) and is
athletically muscular with curly brown hair and brown eyes and a skin any model
would give her eye teeth for. I am fair
with blue eyes and although I don’t have Peter’s muscles, I am still more
athletic in build than beautiful. Peter
says I am, though and I love him for it.
We are both physical education teachers at the same
school, having graduated from Queensland University a couple of years ago.
We were kidnapped during the Easter school break, which,
in the southern hemisphere is in autumn.
It was easy for them, of course.
The men Jake hired to do the job were skilled at their craft and had
first established our habits. One of
them was to dine out each Friday night at our local Chinese restaurant and we
always walked home afterwards. The route
home included a badly lit side street and it was there they walked towards us,
separated to allow us to pass between them and then, as we passed, turned and
jabbed our buttocks with their automatic syringes.
The drug, whatever it was, acted almost instantly and
they caught us as we dropped. The last
thing I remember was being manhandled into a van which at that moment drew up
beside us. It all took a few seconds at
most and then we were on our way to what was to become a living hell for the
pair of us.
They kept us sedated but not unconscious for the journey
to the island. The first stage was in a
regular aeroplane, albeit a small one, into which we were stowed away after being
trussed up into small bundles by the simple expedient of drawing our knees up
to our chests, passing a thin metal rod under our knees, drawing our hands
forward under the rods where they exited and then cuffing our thumbs together
in front of our shins. We could easily
then be stuffed into the cargo compartment at the back of the plane and thus
obviate any curious looks by plane refuelers as we hopped across Australia on
our journey northward.
They also gagged us with ball gags that were strapped tightly
around our heads and prevented anything but a low grumble coming out of our
mouths. These they kept in place until
our arrival at the island, only removing them to allow us to eat and drink.
At some airfield outside of Darwin, in the dead of night,
we were taken out of that plane and stowed into the boot of a four wheel drive
vehicle and taken to a remote beach to be loaded onto a seaplane that was
waiting for us about a kilometre out to sea.
Now at least they released us from the dreadful position we had been in
the last day or so for this journey and were allowed to sit in real seats
although our thumbs were now cuffed behind our backs and our ankles hobbled
together. The gags were kept in place,
though. Obviously they didn’t want to
hear our protests or our questions as to why we had been so brutally kidnapped
or where we were going.
We eventually arrived at the island, which I later
discovered was somewhere in the South China Sea, an area notorious for pirates
and other nefarious maritime crimes and were met at the plane by Jake’s
principal lieutenant, a huge Thai man by the name of Obb, who reached up to me,
now crouching on the deck of the seaplane at its doorway and, with one hand,
hoisted me down and onto the deck of the speedboat. Then he reached back up and hoisted Peter
down in the same way and I marvelled at his superhuman strength for while I
weighed about a hundred and twenty pounds, Peter was all of twelve stone plus
of bone and muscle. That’s a hundred and
seventy pounds — and he lifted us down, with just one hand, and then with
I stared at him in awe, not only for his prodigious
strength but also for his handsome good looks.
I was to find they didn’t bespeak kindness, though. He was really fanatical about unarmed combat
and for that matter any type of gladiatorial contest and while Jake was in it
for the money he was making, Obb was a pure sadist and delighted in seeing
handsome and muscular young men and women fighting for their very lives…
In the speedboat on the way in to the island, I stared at
it curiously. From where we were sitting
it looked just like a barren rock. It
was elevated about a hundred feet up from the surrounding sea and l later
estimated it would be about a hundred acres or so in total area. The cliffs looked steep and rough and there
was only one way up, there being rocks all around it except for one small
The path up from the beach was by way of a narrow cave
from the back of which a small passage led up to the surface, but some fifty
feet in from the beach there was a securely locked iron gate, another one half
way along and a further one near the surface.
Jake wasn’t going to allow any surprise night-time attacks.
After being trussed for so long in the little plane and
then forced to sit in the seaplane, manacled to the seat and with our thumbs
cuffed behind our backs, it was a relief to actually be able to stretch our
legs but the pair of us were still gagged and I could see my own fear reflected
in Peter’s face. At that time of course,
we had no idea why we had been abducted or who had been responsible. It was only when we finally reached the
surface and walked up to the camp Jake had set up in the middle of the island
that we found out.
The camp was comprised of a few rough wooden buildings
and a cage. There was no need of a fence
around it: the island was so small it wouldn’t take long to find us, even in
the scrub that covered it all over. But
an even more compelling reason was the little gadget Dr Sing implanted in us —
more about that delightful little toy later.
Jake was waiting for us, standing in the middle of the
little compound around which stood his buildings — and the cage. It being late afternoon, the cage was
occupied and now Peter and I stared in horror at what it contained.
They were human beings!
But they were caged like animals and even worse, they were naked. Stark naked!
Not a one of them had a stitch on his or her body.
“I see you have observed my little pets,” said Jake and
we dragged our eyes away from the young men and women standing at the bars of
the various compartments in the cage, staring out at us, to look at the man
who, we now realised, was responsible for us being there.
“Later, after you have been treated, you two will be
joining them; tomorrow you will begin your training.”
At Jake’s nod, Obb gestured to two of his men to remove
our gags and the pair of us immediately, volubly and in anger, began to demand
an explanation for our kidnapping.
Jake just stood there and listened for a few seconds but
then he nodded to Obb again and in a second, I felt the most horrible shocks
attacking my body. They came from my
bottom cheeks and I jumped away, turning around to see one of the guards
grinning sadistically as he poked the two tines of a cattle prodder into me.
Actually, it wasn’t a cattle prodder at all, although it
was based on such a device. These things
were designed to keep people in line and the two brass nubs usually found on
the animal version of such a product had been replaced by two tines that looked
like those found on a carving fork. They
were very sharp and easily went in through any clothing and believe me, when
the tines had dug deep into our flesh, they packed a fair wallop!
As a result, Peter and I calmed down and just stood
there, staring at the man who said he was going to train us. “As I was saying,” he went on as if there had
been no interruption, you will tomorrow begin your training.”
“Training for what?” said Peter, although somewhat
“Ah, that is the beauty of it all. You are going to join your fellow slaves over
there as gladiators. Modern-day
gladiators who will fight each other for the pleasure your naked combat will
give to my clients, all of whom pay me very well to watch you fight, perhaps
even to the death…”
I grasped Peter’s hand fiercely as I felt the blood drain
from my face and I felt distinctly light-headed. Had I heard right? Gladiators?
Fights to the death? No! I must
have misheard. But I knew I hadn’t and I
stared at him in horror, now glancing back to the naked caged gladiators over
We were about ten yards away from them and it was late
afternoon but I did now notice three more things about those boys and girls:
the first was that every one of them was handsome or pretty, depending on their
gender; the second was that each was rather athletic — not overly muscled, but
honed and toned to what looked like perfection; but the strangest thing was
that each was totally hairless on their bodies.
I hadn’t noticed it at first as my eyes had swept over all of them —
over their nakedness and their caged state, but now, as I looked more closely
at individuals I could see none of them had any pubic hair and none of the
males had any hair on their chests or bellies, either.
“But enough of this small talk. Let’s see their flesh,” said our new owner
and I turned back to look at him again, shocked by his words, even thought I
should have been expecting them, given the nude state of the girls and boys
already in the cages, but even more appalled by the lascivious leer on his (and
most of his men’s) faces.
Two of the guards moved rapidly up to us and began to
tear the clothes from our bodies. We
fought them of course, using all our skills as unarmed combat devotees but we
now found, to our chagrin and the amusement of all those around us, that not
only were these guards, mostly Koreans, bigger and stronger than us, they were
also skilled fighters, easily outdoing us and they just laughed at our attempts
to thwart their efforts to strip us.
They weren’t gentle either and nor did they show too much
consideration for our clothing. Not that
it mattered, as it turned out for we wouldn’t be having any use for even a
single one of them in the foreseeable future.
It didn’t take the pair of them long to strip us right
down so that we were both totally naked, even our jewellery and watches being
removed. Our clothes were quickly
snaffled up by other guards who took them away, leaving us as naked as the boys
and girls over in the cage — well, not quite as naked as them for we still had
our body hair…
Not for long, though.
Now naked and very ashamed of our nudity in front of all these clothed
men, we were ushered over to one of the buildings and met a man who was even
more sadistic than Obb. This was Jake’s
surgeon, the man who implanted the little toys in our bodies but also looked
after our health generally but more particularly patched us up after a
particularly vicious fight.
The doctor was a Korean, like many of the guards and I
wondered then at the stories I had heard that these people, of all the Asian
races, have a reputation for gratuitous cruelty. Certainly he did and so did our guards but
then they may well not be representative of their race, either.
We were taken straight to his little clinic and there
manhandled up onto two narrow gurney-like tables and then strapped down with
our ankles and wrists buckled into straps at the corners.
Then, as Jake and the doctor watched, guards armed with
tweezers began to pluck out our hairs.