Dolly, Chapter 6: Up the Staircase Into the Sunlight

Dolly sees the sun, and learns the directions her new life could take

6: Up the Staircase Into the Sunlight

Dolly did not see her captor for the next three days.

She saw the Black maid each morning, who refilled her kibble, scooping it from a large bag and through the bars into her dish. The maid did not open the bars, nor did she speak. The rest of the day, Dolly was left alone, feeling forgotten.

The porn of course played each day. Lesbian porn on the first turned into gang bangs on the second. One girl, as many as a dozen men. Dolly gawked at scenes where girls took two or even three cocks in their asses at the same time. The third day seemed to be a repeat of the very first day, just a series of girls getting fucked by men one on one.

She finished her book during her second day in her new cage. She asked the maid if she could have a new one, but the girl did not reply. The next morning, however, the maid had a new book, another erotic novel which was even more pornographic than the last one. She also brought Dolly a small vibrator, bright pink and made of plastic.

Dolly had never seen a vibrator, but she knew right away what it was. It had two speeds, slow and fast. It was about the size of her index finger. She quickly found that it was much more intense on her clit than her fingers were, bringing her to orgasm more quickly. She used it twice but found that she actually preferred to do the work herself.

When she awoke the following morning it was with a sudden start from a nightmare. She had been surrounded by men in masks, their cocks impossibly large, and chained like an animal to a ring in the floor. As the men took her over and over, each of her holes violated by two or even three cocks, her mother watched, sticking a needle into her arm.

“Go ahead, take her.”

Her mother appeared to be rotting, like a zombie in a television series.

The light did not come up for several minutes. She thought she could hear whispering, but she could not catch the quiet words. This added to her feeling of unease from the nightmare. She wondered why she had been left alone for so long. Had Master grown bored of her? Should she have done something?

“I want…Master’s….cock”, the whispers seemed to say.

Finally the light came on. The wait for the door to roll up seemed eternal. When she saw two sets of feet, one bare and one wearing expensive shoes, she smiled, relieved.

Finally, Master had come back.

He stood there, smiling at her. He held something in his hand, but she could not quite figure out what it was.

“Good morning, my Dolly”, he said. “I needed to go on a short trip for a few days. I understand you have been a good girl, so I thought I would take you for a stroll today. Would you like that?”

Dolly’s eyes widened. Get out of this cage? “Of course, Master! Thank you!”

He pushed the button that unlocked the cage and beckoned her to exit. The objects in his hand turned out to be a collar and a leash, both made of black leather. Dolly was told to kneel, and, unsatisfied with her clumsy performance, made to repeat it several times until he decided it was passable.

“When you return you will practice.” It was not a suggestion.

Once she was down on her knees Master put the collar around her neck. Dolly felt a sense of humiliation as he attached the leash to the collar. The leash was about five feet long, enough that Dolly could follow a couple steps behind Master as he held the handle by his side.

Like a dog, she was led to the door at the end of the hall. Master placed his palm on a panel, and a light ran over his hand. The door opened. To the left was a stairway up, and directly ahead was another door. Master led her up the stairs. At the top was another pair of doors, and Master opened the door on the left.
It opened into a room so large Dolly thought it could hold half the trailers in the trailer park.

Most of the room was given over to sets of sofas and chairs arranged in squares of rectangles around a table, with a large television on one side. There seemed to be about a dozen of these. All the furniture was leather, some white and some beige, while the tables were all some sort of dark wood. The floor was white marble with black and grey veins running through it, covered in places with oriental rugs scattered about. At least thirty feet above her head was a ceiling made of light colored wood with fans and large sky lights.

There was a large open area to the other side, with an ornate bar, like one saw in hotels on television, that had eight barstools. Another area, this one near a set of multiple sliding glass doors, held a huge wooden table that could probably seat two dozen people, although there were only two large chairs, one at either end.

“This is the great room”, Master told her. “Normally we only spend the day in here if the weather is bad, mostly during the rainy season, which will be here soon”.

He waved to the right, where a wall that ran up to the ceiling had two doors, looking small for so large a wall. Higher up, there was a balcony with two doors above the lower set.

Dolly noticed with a start that a couple dozen large pictures hung on the walls. Most of them were photographs, although a few were paintings. All were erotic in nature, some more pornographic than art.

“That way is my suite, and suites for my partner and head of security. Admittance is by permission only. Perhaps you will see it some day.”

This comment struck Dolly as odd. She assumed that sooner or later he would want to take her to bed.

That was apparently not a forgone conclusion. The thought, surprisingly, caused her alarm.

On the other side of the space was a set of double doors in another large wall covered with erotic art, although this wall had no balcony. “Through there are the quarters of my Toys”, he said. “Would you like to see them?”

Dolly took a moment to guess what his “Toys” were before realizing that they were the girls like Natasha. Sex Toys.

“Yes, Master, please.”

He led her through the doors. On the other side was an open area with gym equipment. “I expect my Toys to keep themselves fit and trim”, he said, waving at the equipment as he led her through this area. To either side was a hallway with doors, like the hall of a hotel.

He stopped at the first door. “Each of the Toys has a small suite”, he said, opening the door. “They are all the same, although the four in the corners have more windows.” Leading Dolly inside, she looked around.
All this space for one girl? A slave? It was as large as the trailer she had lived in. And much nicer. A queen sized bed with nightstands and dresser, a sitting area with a television and a small desk, a bathroom with a shower and vanity with a stool, and a walk-in closet, The door to the closet was open, and more clothes hung inside than Dolly had ever owned.

“It’s wonderful”, she paused before remembering to say, “Master”.

He just shrugged. “The Toys do not spend much time in their rooms. They are expected to be by the pool, the beach, or the great room, depending on the day.”

Before she was led out, Dolly noticed there were two pictures on the walls. One was a painting of a girl on her back with a cock balls-deep in her mouth. She had pigtails hanging down and drool seeped out along the sides of her mouth. The other was a photograph, a beautiful girl on her knees, ass up and face down on the floor turned to the camera. A man, shown only from the waist down, was fucking her. From the angle,
Dolly realized he must be in her ass. One knee was on the ground beside her feet, the other leg had its foot on her face, holding her down. The girl’s face showed she very much enjoyed what she was experiencing.

“Let’s go meet the Toys, my dear”.

Master let the door swing shut behind them. They retraced their steps to the great room and then out the sliding glass doors. Outside was like something out of a Caribbean vacation ad.

The pool itself was huge, larger than any Dolly had seen. It consisted of several circular areas around a central rectangle, into which a semicircular area projected. This area was covered with a tiki-style food which protected two chairs and an oddly shaped couch, along with several cushions on the ground and a table between the chairs. There was a swim-up bar with a bikini-clad bartender on duty. The whole was surrounded by perhaps thirty lounge chairs.

All around the pool were girls, more than a dozen in all. They were of a variety of ethnicities, shapes, and sizes, from petite like Dolly to a few built like Natasha. White, Black, Asian, Hispanic, even one stunning Arab girl. Most wore bikinis, while a few were nude. Some were in the pool, some lay on chairs sunning themselves. A pair were playing chess at a table under a colonnade that ran along the main house and both sides of the pool.

Also in the area were several servants. One was dressed like the Black maid, but was a tall, slender Latina. Two others wore bikini tops and white wraps around their waists and hips, appearing to have nothing else underneath.

“Do….do all these girls belong to you, Master?”, Dolly asked, her eyes wide.

“Yes, my dear”, he answered.

Beyond the pool area proper, there was a double tennis court, a basketball court, a sandy area for volleyball. Even, towards the back, a mini golf course where two girls, or Toys, Dolly corrected herself, were laughing as they tried to pass some obstacle.

Master stopped and turned to Dolly. “I am going to take you off the leash, girl. I trust you won’t try something foolish.” He unclipped the leash from her collar, then said, “Go enjoy yourself for a while.” With that, he turned and walked over to the covered area in the center of the pool, the Toys and servants greeting him as he went.

Suddenly alone and free to move about, Dolly was self-conscious. She did not know anyone, and she had never been particularly comfortable with her own body, let alone being naked in front of a crowd. Looking around, she noticed that all the nude girls lacked pubic hair, making Dolly stand out.

She walked tentatively to the edge of the pool, doing her best to restrain herself from covering up. She noticed that most of the girls congregated by ethnicity, two or three of each race sitting or swimming together. Nearest her were a pair of Latinas, one petite with long black hair, the other taller and busty, a Hispanic version of Natasha.

“Hola!”, the smaller girl greeted Dolly. “Come in! You will get hot standing in the sun, and you burn with that skin.”

Dolly had no idea how being in the water would keep her from burning, but she was getting hot. The tropical air was in the eighties at least, and very humid. She did not know how to swim, but the water looked no more than chest deep in the shorter girl, so she sat on the edge, then pushed her bare butt off and into the pool.

The girls were named Puta and Chichi. Dolly knew enough Spanish to know that Puta meant ‘whore’ but was too shy to ask about it. Chichi called for one of the servants to bring over some suntan oil for Dolly.

Dolly spent the morning with Puta and Chichi. Their English was pretty good, and Dolly picked up a few Spanish words as they spoke. Chichi did not speak much, but Puta was very friendly. As they got to know each other, the obvious ‘how did you get here’ questions came up. Puta it seemed had a similar background to her own, her mother a Colombian prostitute who sold her to a cartel. Chichi, from Venezuela, had been living on the streets of Bogota trying to escape the grinding poverty of her homeland when she was taken by traffickers.

While they spoke, Dolly learned something disturbing. The servants were all girls like the Toys, but for one reason or another their master did not enjoy them as much as the others. The Latina servants had all come to this island about the same time as Puta and Chichi, the white girls, all Russians, had arrived together, and so on. None of them had started in a cell as Dolly described, however.

Even more disturbing was that there were one or two girls from each group that had arrived that had disappeared.

“Master gave them to the guards”, Chichi explained.

During the morning as she relaxed by the pool with her new friends, sipping different fruity beverages brought by the servants who waited on Master and his toys, Dolly noticed that the atmosphere by the pool was charged with sexuality. She noticed more than one girl casual stroking herself, and at one point Natasha and one of the smaller Russian girls enjoyed each other.

Puta told Dolly that the Russians they were probably putting on a show for Master, trying to get his attention and approval. The girls, it seemed, all wanted more time with Master, and some competed for more of it. With one of him and so many girls, Puta said each girl only got two, maybe three times with Master each week.

Master himself called one of the Asian girls over to him about an hour after sitting down. The girl was fairly tall, with full breasts and long black hair. Trying not to stare, Dolly watched as the Asian Toy knelt beside Master’s chair, sucking him. The she mounted him, bouncing up and down on his lap, moaning loudly. When he was done, she got back on her knees, sucked him clean, then dove into the pool.

Lunch was a buffet on the large table inside, the girls taking plastic plates and carrying their selections to tables around the pool. The food options all seemed to be healthy, and Dolly noted she has not seen a single girl who looked remotely overweight.

After lunch, Master leashed her again, and walked her back to her cage. Dolly asked, “Master, when will I move upstairs with the Toys?”

He thought about the question for a while as they walked down the steps. As the outer door to her cell rolled up, he replied, “When, and if, is largely up to you", he replied without further explanation. The cage door opened and he waved her inside.

As he walked away and the outer door rolled down, she realized she knew what the answer was. She knew why she was here, and after speaking with Puta and Chichi, she knew what the possible outcomes were for her. Clearly being a Toy would be better than being a servant, and the idea of being given to the guards was best not thought about. It was equally obvious that Master was going to have his fun with her regardless.

Better, she thought, to offer herself than wait for him to take what he wanted.

For some reason, no porn played that day. Dolly was left alone in her cell with just her erotic novel. Along with her imagination, her fingers, and the small vibrator.