The fond breeze barely made the pin flutter on authoritative 36foot yacht the `` Empress. '' as she swung at anchorman 50 yards or so off the quayside of the entirely Ithiel Town on a petite Carribean Island while two vacationing university students, blonde haired blue eyed Lynnie and dark haired brownness eyed Jo lay sun bathing in their swimsuit on the sun drenched round off pine foredeck.

They lazed and idly watched as a speed boat burbled past and slowly approached the islands only slipway, `` I guess there 's a tempest coming ? '' Lynnie surmised as she looked around and out to sea where another of the tourist speedboats was approaching and violent storm swarm could be seen creeping over the far horizon

'' I guess, '' Jo agreed as she looked across at the shore and waited for Pablo and Anton to pass with supplies for their voyage.

'' Why did n't they inventory up in Key west, '' Lynnie sighed, `` We could be stuck here if the storm comes in.

Jo wondered if agreeing to act as work party on the yacht was such a good mind, she told her folks she was working at Disney but she they sneaked a calendar week holiday to go sailing with two guys they barely knew. But who would n't ? `` Empress, '' was beautiful, a imagination in showy black with red atomic number 82 below the waterline and a full set of pure livid sails.

'' Maybe we should go look for them ? Lynnie suggested but they were moored fifty railyard off shore and the male child had taken the dinghy.

'' Yes, lets go look, '' Jo agreed, `` Swim ? '' she suggested.

'' Yes Lashkar-e-Toiba, '' Lynnie agreed and they dived gracefully into the crystal clear water and swam ashore.

They swam past the speedboat and climbed the narrow smoothing iron ravel to the quayside.

The speedboat was tied it up to a stout mooring post and it 's 'Captain'spoke into his wireless sound and then waved at soul on the quay and almost immediately a squad of sleek tanned mesomorphic young women appeared dragging a boat trailer, eight au naturel offspring tweed women barely out of their stripling or even younger, naked that is except for a leather collar and a leather hood with holes for their eyes ears, mouth and nostrils as they worked with sweat glistening on their evenly sun -tanned torsos.

'' Oh gosh ! '' Lynnie exclaimed as the girls dragged the trailer along the quay and then reversed it gently down the ways, while a man in leather jacket and trousers with a Joseph Black Sabbath tee shirt shouted instructions, an occasionally cracked a farsighted leather whip.

Lynnie and Jo watched as two of the women dived into the crystal clear urine and started to manhandle the speed boat towards the slipway to guide it between the trailer 's guides.

'' How can they Lynnie ? '' Jo asked as the girls began to buckle the sleek speedboat up the slipway on its drone, the boat was sonorous, the girls struggled and suddenly the whiplash cracked,

'' Hola ! '' the man shouted

'' I do n't know Jo, '' Lynnie replied, `` Maybe they like it ? '' she added, `` Maybe slavery is still sound in the Cuban zone. ``

'' fountainhead just be happy it is n't us, '' Lynnie sighed as she watched the little girl drag the boat up the parapraxis ad along the quayside, `` Lets find Anton and Pablo. ``

Lynnie followed Jo as she walked along the quayside looking for a food store or somewhere Anton and Pablo might be, they retraced their steps after a few minutes and saw another grouping of bare 'slave'girls were walking back with a sauceboat preview as another speedboat glided up to the quay.

Lynnie and Jo watched the young woman struggling as the Romance American guy with them warned `` Silence ! '' in American English if they spoke and cracked his party whip menacingly.

'' How could anyone let themselves be treated like that ? '' Lynnie asked.

'' beat generation me ? '' Jo agreed, `` Shall we try this face street ? it looks like a Shipwrights or Raymond Thornton Chandler or something down there. ``

They had barely gone fifty yards before a policeman stopped them, `` Papers por favor ? '' he asked, `` Americanos ? ``

'' We are from the `` Empress, '' Jo pointed, `` The boat. ``

'' This is Cuban territory, '' the policeman said, `` Americanos need allow, you have permit ? ``

'' Back on the boat, '' Jo lied.

'' Tourist visa ? '' he asked.

'' Yes, '' Jo lied.

'' We not supply them since 1948, '' he said, `` process permit ? ``

'' Yes, '' Jo agreed, `` That 's it, work permit. ``

'' You work on `` Empress ? '' he asked.

'' Yes, '' Jo agreed.

'' What as sporting lady ? '' he asked.

'' No, deck script ! '' Jo said forcibly.

'' Sorry I thought you were cocotte, '' he said, `` You dress like prostitutes. ``

'' It 's a swim suit ! '' Jo protested, `` It 's wet, '' she said but she was n't as she had already dried off in the afternoon sun.

'' Not allowed under Cuban Law, you come to the constabulary Station I think, '' he insisted.

'' We have to get back to the `` Empress, '' Lynnie explained.

'' No, you must come with me, it wo n't take long, '' he explained and with an eye on his colt 45 revolver tucked into his bash Lynnie and Jo did n't argue.

The police place was down a side street leading from the quayside street, a non descript building which would authorise for a Koran store or drug store in the States, and even inside it was not very much dissimilar to a fast nutrient joint with chrome and plastic chairs and mesa and a high wooden counter.

Two police officers sat at table reading, a sergeant and a female policeman, `` Dos Americanoes, '' the first policeman explained as they walked in, `` No theme, ''

'' prostitute ? '' the elder policeman asked as he turned showing his sergeant 's stripes.

'' No gravy holder missy, '' the number one policeman explained.

'' Why do they believe we are harlot ? '' Lynnie asked.

'' You flaunt your body in your underwear. '' the police matron replied.

'' What about the slaves ? '' Jo asked, `` They are naked ! ``

'' Naked is cancel, '' the police matron explained, `` Is beautiful, you dress like bawd, like cheap tarts. ``

'' smell, we need to get back to the `` Empress, '' Lynnie explained, `` Ca n't you let us go ? ``

'' No, prostitution is illegal. '' the police matron insisted.

'' But we are sauceboat daughter ! '' Lynnie protested.

'' Ah boat girls, '' the policewoman said, `` Why did you not say ? ``

'' You did n't, like. ask ? '' Lynnie explained.

'' Americano boat girl, '' the police matron nodded, `` Then we will place word to the `` Empress for them to collect you. ``

'' So what do we do ? '' Lynnie asked.

'' You can hold back, sit in the sun, '' the serjeant said, `` By the windowpane, or in the refinement. ``

Jo and Lynnie sat by the counter and were surprised when Pablo and Anton walked in after a few minutes, `` What the hell are you doing here ? '' Anton asked

'' We came looking for you. '' Lynnie explained.

'' You fools, you 're American citizens, you should n't be here ! '' Anton explained, `` I said stay on the sauceboat ! ``

'' We never thought, '' Jo explained.

'' Obviously, '' Pablo added, `` We have dual citizenship you see, Mexican American so we 're ok. ``

'' Can you get us out of here ? '' Jo asked.

'' Yes, but you said you 're not working girl, '' Anton explained, `` American language whores can get employment permits but have to correspond to sex with anyone with $ 20 American. ``

'' No way ! '' Jo insisted.

'' Or you can be registered as boat young woman, '' Pablo explained, `` That 's right policeman is n't it ? ``

'' Yes, if these gentlemen will sign for you as boat daughter then that will be in guild, '' the first police officer explained, `` Just as long as you countersign and give your finger print. ``

Jo looked at Lynnie, `` I guess that 's ok ? '' she said hopefully, `` Will you sign for us ? ``

'' certainly, '' Anton agreed, `` Where 's the forms ? ``

'' Twenty buck American, '' The serjeant demanded, `` Each. ``

'' Gee, '' Anton complained, `` That 's exorbitant. ``

'' Pay the man, '' Pablo insisted and Anton handed over four chip ten dollar bills.

'' sign of the zodiac here, '' the policewoman demanded,

'' It 's in Spanish people, '' Lynnie protested.

'' But of path, this is Cuba, '' the policewoman explained.

'' It 's just a regular build, '' Anton said reassuringly, and he signed his name with a flourish.

Pablo took Anton 's pen and signed and Jo shrugged and added her signature tune finally Lynnie signed and then they took Lynnie and Jo 's fingerprints and added them to the forms.

'' Can we go now ? '' Lynnie asked.

'' Dress code, '' the policewoman explained, `` You still ca n't dress like a whore. ``

'' But we do n't cause anything else ! '' Jo protested.

'' No, '' the policeman agreed, `` but you need a haircut. ``

'' Hey, surely you can defecate an exception ! '' Pablo exclaimed.

'' No, the code says no foresighted hair, American English gravy boat young lady go swimming and get dragged down by their waterlogged long hair all the time and drown, '' The sergeant insisted, `` It is a health and condom precaution, or are you just pretending to be boat girls, ? ``

'' There is ten years in prison for American English entering Cuban district illegally, '' the policewoman said seriously.

'' Haircut ? '' Jo asked as she looked at Lynnie 's beautiful shoulder length blond hair.

'' Yes, just a rough cut, you can tidy it up after, only ten dollar sign American each '' the sergeant suggested.

'' Can you get it done now ? '' Anton asked.

'' Oh yes Carla will do it, '' he said, `` Get the clippers Carla. ``

'' Gee, '' Lynnie said, `` Walt Disney corp will go ape ! ``

'' Better than ten eld in jail, '' Jo suggested, `` Ok we 'll do it. ``

'' I 'll do the dark one, `` the sergeant-at-law suggested, `` To speed affair up. ``

Lynnie and Jo sat at individual chairs facing the counter while the policewoman and the sergeant took their scissors and electric fuzz clippers set up to start work, neither Jo or Lynnie thought it odd that a constabulary station would consume electric car whisker clippers, especially two band so they sat passively as the police officer began to cut.

'' That feels very unforesightful, '' Lynnie complained as she tried to reckon at Jo.

The policewoman held her head down, already there was a bald strip running from Lynnie 's forehead to her neck and her remaining haircloth was cascading down around her even as she tried to look at Jo.

'' That must feel much cooler and igniter, '' the police matron exclaimed as she carved a second wide-cut wrapping of Lynnie 's gorgeous blond hair away to leave a back bald funnies, a third and a one-fourth strip appeared and the tomentum cascaded to the floor, and then Carla started to trim around Lynnie 's ear

'' Can I see ? '' Lynnie said, `` When I have finished the policewoman explained and admiring the even quarter edge American language leatherneck corps hair style Lynnie now sported she lathered up Lynnies head with a shaving brush an began to shave the remaining hair away until Lynnie 's scalp glistened in the sunlight and she was entirely bald.

'' Are you shaving my head ? '' Lynnie finally asked.

'' A very short style, '' the policewoman suggested, as she polished Lynnie 's bald scalp.

'' Lynnie, she 's shaved your mind ! '' Jo exclaimed, and raising her hands she squealed, `` She 's trim mine too ! ``

'' You look like a pixie ! '' Lynnie cried, `` Oh my god ! ``

'' Now do n't take a shit a fuss, just your underarms and chaparral, hold still ! '' the policewoman warned and she buzzed at Lynnie 's underarm hair.

'' No, please ! '' Lynnie protested, `` You ca n't ! ``

'' And now your bush, '' the policewoman ordered. `` So denudate ! ``

'' Look I 'm out of here, '' Lynnie snapped but the click of a colt 45 safety catch brought her back to reality.

'' It 's ok, '' Anton said gently, `` It 'll be ok, '' and the policewoman not so gently pulled the one piece bathing costume from Lynnie 's shoulders and ripped it down showing her 36D white meat and on down to show her small Triangulum of blond pubic hair and her modest pink labia.

'' You see, is well-situated, '' the policewoman insisted, `` I do Lapp for you ? '' she asked Jo and she dragged Jo 's swimsuit down as well.

'' No please ! '' Lynnie pleaded but the policewoman continued and shaved off her blonde pubis as Lynnie cringed in fear that she would cut her as the policewoman set down her clipper ship and started to use the foam and razor to get a perfective tense fluent finish.

'' Beautiful, '' the sergeant-at-law exclaimed.

'' Can we go now ? '' Lynnie exclaimed.

Anton had a job to stop laughing as Lynnie looked like some foreign albino imp with no hair.

'' You need dog tags, '' the sergeant explained, `` Five dollar sign each, ''

'' Pay the man Anton, '' Pablo suggested and the sergeant-at-law produced a stamping simple machine and stamped out two aluminium discs with the girlfriend registered numbers on.

'' So where do we put there ? '' Lynnie asked.

'' On a closed chain, '' the police matron explained, `` Out of the way. ``

'' Where ? '' Lynnie asked.

'' Through the skin, we have piercing simple machine it will not take long. '' the policewoman explained.

'' Where ? '' Lynnie asked.

'' Your pussy lip, shut up ! '' the sergeant insisted, `` Carla just do it ! ``

Carla the Policewoman motioned for Lynnie to spread her legs, she was n't felicitous but with a Colt 45 probably pointed at her she did n't refuse, `` It wo n't hurt a bit, `` said the policewoman as she spread Lynnie 's Labia before freezing the leftfield lip and punching a hole with a device like a pair of pair of pliers and easing a key ring with the dog tag through.

'' Aggghh, your justly it does n't offend a bit it hurts like infernal region ! '' Lynnie replied.

Jo just sobbed as Carla froze her sex and fitted the dog tag through her cunt lip and finally Jo asked, `` Can we go ? ``

'' They need hoods, '' the police sergeant said `` And collars and leashes. ``

'' How much ? '' Pablo asked.

'' fifty dollar bill dollars American ? '' the sergeant tried, `` Top caliber blade new ? ``

'' Do n't you have something cheaper ? '' Anton asked.

'' Worn out moment hand ten clam, '' he replied.

'' The pair ? '' Anton asked.

'' Each, '' The sergeant tried, `` Ok for the pair. ``

Anton paid the ship's officer and he gently buckled the collar around Lynnie 's neck opening and the hoodlum over her point carefully adjusting the eye holes, before attaching the tierce while Pablo did the same for Jo.

'' Can we go now ? '' Lynnie asked.

'' Can we ? '' Anton asked

'' Indeed, receive to Cuba ! '' the sergeant-at-law laughed, '' semen again soon ! ``

Lynnie reached down to pull up her swimsuit

'' Sorry, '' the policewoman ordered, `` We have a wearing apparel code and you can not wear off Lady underwear in the street ''

'' But you ca n't '' Jo wailed, `` You ca n't work us walk the streets like this ! ''

'' Then do n't jade anything, bare is legal here. '' the serjeant-at-law leered, `` But you can not outwear that underclothes, Carla, confiscate it. ``

The policewoman pulled Lynnie 's swimwear off her invertebrate foot and threw it over the comeback and Jo reluctantly slipped hers off as well and handed it to the sergeant.

'' Very nice, very beautiful, natural is just fine, '' the first gear policeman explained,

'' Can we go ? '' Lynnie demanded.

'' Oh yes, savor your arrest ! '' the sergeant agreed, `` Adios ! ``

Lynnie staggered out into the moth-eaten street horribly cognizant if the multitude she thought were staring at her, and with Anton and Pablo following they turned towards the quay and the 'Empress ,'which they could see swinging at anchor.

They stopped by the slipway as a team of sweating raw little girl struggled with another speedboat, `` Eh Juan '' Anton shouted, `` You want more lady friend ? ``

Lynnie stared, `` Swim for it ! '' she cried and she ran for the bound of the quay and dived gracefully into the sea and struck out for the Empress, Jo followed.

'' Very good, '' Juan agreed, `` Top calibre, '' he added, `` Look at them go ! '' he grinned, `` What they fuck like ? ``

'' Do n't live, if they 're no good you can have them. '' Anton said.

'' flavour I need strong swimmers, solid female child like them, ten chiliad American the pair ! '' Juan offered.

'' Done ! '' said Anton, `` Ok Pablo ? '' Pablo nodded.

'' As long as they fuck ok. '' Juan insisted and they watched as Lynie and Jo tried to climb aboard the Empress but could n't climb the yacht highly polished face as the run and scrambling earnings were still stowed and so reluctantly they swam back to the shoring.

'' A grade pussycat man, '' Pablo lied, as Anton clipped tether to Lynnie and Jo 's catch as they emerged from the water and he tugged the leashes and dragged them back to where Pablo and Juan were waiting with the other girls.

Anton handed Juan the chassis from the police station and they shook hands on the quite a little and Juan laughed and started handing over L dollar billhook from a roll.

Lynnie looked on and tried desperately to remove the collar and leash, and goon, but the buckle were patent self locking bayonet fixings and need a tool to eject them.

'' It 's hopeless ! '' Jo protested.

'' So you want work for me ? '' Juan asked.

'' Oh no, no way ! '' Lynnie protested.

'' Looks like we got some new workmates girls, '' one of the naked girls said as they paused to see, '' I 'm Louisa from Vermont, this is Harriet, from LA, Monica, she was at John Harvard, Millie, Sam, Clara, Mary and Battle of Jena, and we all crewed for those illegitimate ! ``

Anton and Pablo just grinned and did a high gear five, `` goodbye Amigos ! '' Anton laughed and they walked away still laughing.

'' Right, we eat, '' Juan announced, `` ejaculate and he carefully looped all ten leashes to a singe leading rein and as the girls formed up in twos her led them down the quay and down the side street to the police station.

The sign saying constabulary was gone, the flavour of cooking filled the air and Carla stood behind the riposte in a waitress outfit while the serjeant cleaned tables in his shirt sleeves and the police officer also in shirt sleeves cooked tortillas on a stove.

'' Sit ! '' Juan ordered he let go of their ternary so they could sit down.

'' Jo, '' Lynnie said quiety, `` You know how we could n't calculate how girls let themselves lick bare and get treated like slaves. ``

Jo stared back at Lynnie, `` I guess we know now ! ``

To be continued ?