Holiday at Harrowcroft

Chapter One-2

“Wake up, dear.” The secretary was shaking me gently. “You’ve had such a wonderful nap. We talked about many things together while you were hypnotized.”

I looked down at my body and shrieked. I was lying stark naked with my thighs spread.

The doctor was standing next to the secretary with a wanton grin on his face.

I blushed, “I must have sounded like an awful, terribly naughty girl.”

“No, my dear. You sounded like a very lonely, heartbroken girl, filled with longing and dreaming such exciting fantasies. I asked you what you wanted from men, what would make you happy and content. You gave me honest answers; so honest and uninhibited, I know your conscious mind has never guessed what yearnings lie cloaked in the deepest, darkest part of your unconscious, yearning to be set free. That’s what we do for you at Harrowcroft, make all those secret dreams come true.”

“Please, tell me what I said—what I asked to have.”

“My dear, pretty little Val, you could never believe or understand what you asked for if I told you now. You must wait until all the superb men at Harrowcroft reveal that to you.”

She pressed a button under her desk. Another woman strode through the door in the wall behind the desk. She wore a nurse’s uniform and carried a clipboard. She neither smiled, nor returned my “hello”.

“Come with me.” She took my arm and lifted me from the couch, tugging me through another door, still naked. This time Laura was not allowed to come with me. I was in a room furnished like a doctor’s examining room. She made no secret of admiring my nude body “Sit there on the examination table.”

This interview is getting stranger by the minute.

The examination was short, and silent. The nurse didn’t ask one question. She seemed to be concerned only with the physical appearance of my body, and checking for ‘social’ diseases. I guessed that was so if I met Mr. Right, and wanted some romance, they couldn’t get sued if I gave him some “condition”. When she was finished, she escorted me back to Mr. Anteros” office. Laura had been invited back in.

“All done?” Laura asked me with a bright smile.

The nurse said something to Mr. Anteros as he was reading my answers on the questionnaire, and the report of my interview and hypnosis.

He looked up at Laura and me with a tantalizing smile. “Congratulations, Miss Stockard. We feel you are just the kind of woman we want for Harrowcroft. Can you leave Friday on one of our private company jets?”

“Well...I...”

“Yes,” Laura said. “We wouldn’t miss this caging for the world!” She turned and gave me a quick hug.

“Caging, what...?”

“Laura pressed her finger to my lips. Oh, hush, Val. Don’t you want to be surprised?”

So here we were, on this private jet disguised as a non-descript cargo plane, with thirty-seven other young women. Most of them were as mystified and apprehensive as I was. The rest, veterans of Harrowcroft like Laura, giggled and sighed happily as they boarded.

Because we were blindfolded, and there are no windows in the passenger section, I had no idea of where we were going. We weren’t even told how long the flight would take. But there was plenty of champagne and strawberries, and a wonderful lunch spoon-fed to us by the stewardesses.

I awoke when I felt my ears pop, and realized the plane was descending. The engines changed pitch and a moment later I felt the jet shudder when the wheels squawked on the concrete runway. We are here, now what?

The copilot must have opened the ventilation system. The air became moist, and saturated with the fragrance of orchids. I suddenly realized I was shivering, even in the obviously tropical climate. The flight attendants went down the aisle, removing our blindfolds, and we blinked in the sudden light.

The jet engines shrieked as we taxied a short distance and stopped. Suddenly the side door swung up and open. A uniformed man shoved a set of metal steps with a handrail against the opening. He boarded and unstrapped our arms. “Welcome to Harrowcroft, ladies. We will all enjoy your visit.”

I squinted in the tropical sunshine pouring through the open door. Another uniformed man stood at the foot of the stairway pushed up against the open door of the plane. “Watch your step, ladies. Our staff will escort you into the reception building just a few yards away. Welcome to the secret world of Harrowcroft where our body’s darkest passions rule.”

More planes had landed; some with women, and some with men hurrying down metal stairs.

“We’re here, we’re here!” Laura squealed in my ear. We hurried down the steps onto the lush red carpet extending from the plane to the main doors of the pink, marble-fronted building. “Look at the red sun setting through the palm trees. Isn’t it all so romantic?” She looked back at me and squeezed my hand for the hundredth time. “Oh, Val, I can hardly believe we are going to be sharing such naughty experiences with the men here. I’m going to love watching your shock when all the really bad things start happening to us.”

The things in her words made me afraid, but for the life of me I couldn’t put my finger on what it meant.

The lobby of the building was spacious, air-conditioned, and visually comforting. A fountain played over the pool in the center, and the walls were lined with plants bearing lush, exotic blooms. Something in the air, some fragrance, swirled in my lungs making me dizzy and my belly began swimming with new sensations.

We women lined up at a counter where we checked in. There was a line of men from the other planes, on the far side of the lobby also checking in at their counter. They were staring at us, grinning and whispering to each other. A uniformed man moved down our line and pinned pink plastic cards to our blouses. They had large black numbers printed on them; mine was 1247, Laura’s was 269.

“I get the same number every time I come,” she explained.

“What about our luggage?” I asked.

“You don’t need your luggage now,” the man said. He seemed a bit rude and dictatorial to me. “You’ll get your things when you need them. Your temporary compartment contains all you need for this evening’s dinner.”

“We’ll share a compartment together,” Laura whispered. “They provide us with their own, exclusive wardrobe, sewn in their own, special Harrowcroft schemes.” She winked with a smile that I guessed hid a secret behind her face. “That’s why you had to list all your clothing sizes on the application questionnaire.”

A group of eighteen men entered the lobby, one for each pair of us. They smiled and introduced themselves. One strode over to Laura and I and nodded politely.

“Hello, ladies, I’m Lucian; not my real name, of course. It’s wonderful seeing you again, Miss Chantel.”

Laura giggled and hugged the man, planting a quick kiss on his lips. “And it’s wonderful to see you, Lucian. I’m really hoping that you will find time to use me like you did last Fall.”

He gave her a meaningful grin. “Of course, Miss 269. I’ll make sure you are not neglected. That’s what I am here for.”

“See?” Laura said to me. “We women are the center of their attention all day and night. You won’t escape Lucian either. And since this is your first time, you will be surrounded by powerful, handsome men. They have special events planned to keep you doing exciting things with all of them.”

“I hope that means I will have fun,” I answered.

“I always do.” She winked at Lucian as he gestured to the door leading to the accommodations corridor.

“There usually are more than two hundred women, and a thousand or more men to keep you active here for each session,” Lucian said. “But don’t worry about being neglected Miss Stockard. We devote ourselves to providing your mind and body with the unanticipated and distinctive kind of experiences that you couldn’t possibly imagine in your wildest dreams, and only Harrowcroft can make them a reality for you. I promise, you will never feel ignored or neglected here. There will never be even the slightest doubt in your mind that you are the center of attention of countless males.”

I smiled, still confused, but wanting to reward him for his politeness. “Thank you, Lucian. I hope they will find me...uh...attractive and...and...desirable.” Damn! Why did I say that word? The curious fragrance of those orchids came into my mind again.

“I told you,” Laura gushed, “when you meet the men, you won’t be able to keep their hands off you.”

The smile froze on my face. I comforted myself with the thought that she was just letting her enthusiasm fire up her imagination.

Lucian led us along a dim corridor with black stone walls and up a flight of curving stairs. On the top we went straight ahead down another shadowy corridor to a door with the number F-222. He unlocked it and ushered us inside. “I hope you ladies will find your suite satisfactory. Your wardrobe is in the closet there, with your identity numbers sewn on them.”

“Identity numbers?” I was becoming uneasy with all this hush-hush secretiveness.

“It’s very unlikely, Miss 1247, that you will want others here to know your true identity. Gossip flourishes in Harrowcroft, and you will soon agree, your activities here are better left untold back home.”

“What activities? I’m not going to...”

Laura pressed her finger against my lips. “Don’t be too sure, dear. There are really strange and very unusual things that happen to our bodies here, and you are going to be participating in. All of them.”

I felt a chill in my spine. “What if I don’t want to?”

“M-m-m, honey...The men will do even more dreadful things to you especially if you don’t want them to.” She gave me a wicked smile and began singing softly;

“If you go down to the woods today, you better go in disguise...”

She grabbed me and hugged me with a fierce, savage strength. “There are no white knights on this island to come riding to your rescue. And according to Harrowcroft policies, no woman who passes her interview and hypnosis session would actually want to be rescued, either!”

I shivered involuntarily and glanced from Laura to Lucian. “Rescued from what?”

“The lure of Harrowcroft,” Laura replied. “This!” She knelt quickly in front of Lucian and took his hands in hers. She kissed them gently and reverently. “I am unconditionally your slave, sir. I beg you to fulfill all your severe desires with my body.” She turned her head and grinned sheepishly at me. “Only it isn’t his hands I’m kissing while I’m kneeling before every male who approaches me with an erection.”

My puzzled frown sent her into a giggling laugh.

“You’ll find out,” she hinted darkly.

Lucian turned at the door and spoke. “Dinner will begin at eight this evening, ladies, preceded by cocktails served in the lounge at seven. A maid will attend you at six, to assist you dressing and arranging your hair. Please rest or sleep if you can until then. Harrowcroft always serves up an exciting first evening that will make use of you all night long.”

“That’s a masterpiece of understatement,” Laura whispered to me.

Lucian nodded and closed the door behind him. I stared at the polished steel door. There was no knob on our side, and no windows in the walls. There was no possible way we could leave.

“Why? Isn’t that illegal?”

“We’re not in the U.S.A., remember? Harrowcroft makes its own laws, has its own rules and ideas about what they can do; and you will discover just how differently they take advantage of women like us. Sometimes I wish the whole world would treat us the way we are treated here. I’d certainly be a lot happier.”

“Treat us? What’s different here? What is going to happen to us?”

Laura gave me another one of her trademark squeezes. “Wonderful things. Just you wait and see!” She giggled again. “If we are going to be ready in time, we better take our showers and nap for awhile. The maid will be here to help us dress before we know it.”

“Which one of us will go first?”

“Dear Val, this is Harrowcroft. We will shower together.”

“What?” My face was burning from the forbidden image that forced its way into my imagination. “I...I...”

“Oh, Val, don’t be such an old maid. The sky won’t fall on us and strike us dead, just because we undress and stand close together.”

“But...” The picture wouldn’t go away. Why am I fascinated with the thought seeing Laura’s naked body...why do I have this irresistible urge to caress her bare skin? I’m shivering with anticipation! I never felt like this before.