For the third time in so many days Rachel cursed what God had given her.
"You're in luck Stan!" laughed Skinny, "We just got a new arrival in this morning, she got the biggest pair of titties I ever saw."
Fatty and Skinny led Stan over to Rachelís cell and pointed at her.
"Whadda ya reckon?" Fatty asked.
Stan looked shyly at Rachel.
"Well she is very pretty..."
"Get yourself over here." Fatty commanded, Rachel walked slowly over to the cell door, "Go on Stan, give em a quick squeeze!"
"No, no, that's quite alright."
Stan spoke posh. This really didn't seem to be his sort of place.
"Go on fella, you know you want to. Don't worry, we won't tell the governor."
"Yeah!" agreed Skinny, "Cop a feel mate."
Stan continued to look awkward and embarrassed but he reached his hands through the bars any way and gave Rachel a quick grope.
Oh God what are they doing? Oh please just let them go away, if only I'd had more time.
"Lovely, but I am afraid Mister Cristasin requested a blonde."
"A blonde?" said Fatty looking at Rachel's long black hair, "Well why didn't you fucking say so?"
"Cos he wouldn't have gotten his feel." laughed Skinny.
"Alright then, check this one out."
The three men walked away from Rachel and over towards Tracy's cell, Rachel breathed a sigh of relief and exchanged glances with Carol.
"Oh no! Oh no!" Tracy started to stutter.
Stan looked her up and down; she was exactly the sort his employer had requested, tall and leggy with long blonde hair and a milky complexion. She certainly wasn't lacking in the breast department either, the flimsy tight top she wore showed a cleavage you could park a bike in.
"She's perfect," said Stan.
"NOOOO!" Tracy screamed.
Fatty and Skinny started to laugh as they unlocked her cell door; in seconds they had gotten in and bound her hands behind her back.
"Mister Cristasin had one other request," said Stan producing a small box from his inside pocket. He opened it up and showed it to Fatty, "He wants her to wear this."
"Tasty." said Fatty and the three of them led the struggling Tracy out of the cell, she was crying, really crying, her big lips trembling so much she could hardly speak.
She looked suddenly over at Rachel.
Oh shit! She's going to tell them about my escape plan, she's going to tell them to try and save herself.
Rachel slowly shook her head at Tracy.
Come on girl don't be a fool, if you tell them then you're blowing our only chance.
Tracy turned away.
Fatty gave her a huge slap on her cleavage, her breasts wobbled for a good four seconds.
"I'll be honest with you Stan." he said, "I'll be glad to see the back of this one, she's one
winging little bitch."
And with that she was led out of the room and away.
"Who was that?" Rachel asked as soon as the footsteps had died away.
"I don't know," said Carol, "He's been a few times before."
"Get out now!" the girl opposite shouted.
"She's right," said the oriental, "Once they have taken someone they're away for a good hour."
"Go." said Carol, "Go get help. Get us out of here."
"I will." said Rachel, "I promise."
The shaft was narrow but there was enough room for Rachel to adequately squeeze herself along, it was dark but their were portions of light up ahead, clearly from other vents, she just prayed one of them would lead to the outside.
She had been crawling for ten minuets now at least and so far every vent she had passed had not been removable, but she was approaching another now, perhaps this time.
Rachel crawled closer to it, this one was on the floor of the shaft, she eased herself over and looked down. It didn't lead to the outside, it led to another coridoor, not the one she had been marched up, she pushed her face up to the grid and tried to get a good look at where she was, she could see a door...
Suddenly it opened.
Rachel held her breath.
The three men emerged pushing Tracy before them, she had clearly gotten changed and was now dressed in a tiny blue bikini, her breasts looked even bigger now in their tiny new home, Skinny grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her from side to side so that they bounced left and right.
"He wants her to wear this?!" he laughed, "Man your boss is one sick puppy!"
"Oh please please please tell me what you are going to do." sobbed Tracy.
"He's sick?" asked Stan, "You chaps are the ones making all the money out of this. My employer is just the one who pays you."
"And pays us well." said Fatty, "Mister Cristasin is one of our best customers."
"Pays you for what?" begged Tracy, "You're going to kill me aren't you?"
Another cleavage slap from Fatty that made her cry more.
"Oh rest assured honey, you aint dying from our hands."
They all laughed at that one, even Stan, and then walked out of sight.
Rachel continued to listen to them as they walked away.
"So when we going to meet him anyway?" she heard Skinny say.
"How about never." said Stan. "He's too important to mix with you."
"He's someone famous isn't he?" Fatty guessed.
"Is it Jim Carey?" asked Skinny, "I've always had my suspicions about him."
The voices died away and Rachel continued her crawl.
Another good two minuets of crawling along the shaft later and Rachel was no nearer finding an escape route, every single vent was welded shut and now before her she could see one final one dead ahead.