Quickly, the helicopter arose from the ground and Patience now saw another helicopter swooping in behind it. A dozen or so men ran across the compound and jumped into it, firing their weapons at anyone who was stupid enough to shoot at them.
Patience finally looked around the inside of the helicopter and saw the owner of the feminine voice. She looked to be about the same age as Patience and was quite attractive. But that's where the similarity ended. She too was wearing a bullet proof vest and her body bristled with weapons. She looked toned and strong and she had a steely look in her face as she aimed her weapon out the door of the helicopter and shot.
"Second bird's away," they heard a male voice from the cockpit. "Brace for shock and let's get out of here."
The female warrior slammed the door of the helicopter closed and then knelt between the two girls with an arm around each one of them. "Hold on tight."
Immediately, there was a flash of light and then the helicopter shuddered. Patience felt her heart in her throat as fear coursed through her body. An instant later, they heard the boom of the explosions and it kept on until it was a rolling thunder. Finally, it stopped and the female warrior released them.
"Now let's see if we can find you something more comfortable to wear," she said. She stood up and opened a locker that was bolted to the wall of the helicopter. She pulled out two jumpsuits and handed them to the girls. "They aren't the most flattering for the figure, but they should keep you warm."
"Thank you for rescuing us," said a very appreciative Alana. "I don't know how we can ever repay you."
The two of them shrugged off their coats, eliciting a whistle from the female. "You might have just repaid me," she smiled at them. "You two are quite a pair. And you each have quite an impressive pair."
After being kept naked as a slave for so many years, Patience thought that she had lost the ability to blush. But the whistles and the comments turned her cheeks crimson.
"Maybe I'll have to ask one of you out on a date when we get back," the woman said. "That would be a great payment."
Patience glanced at Alana and then back to the woman. "You'll have to ask my mistress about that." This caused all of the crew members to raise their eyebrows.
"Who is your mistress?" the woman asked. "I'll be sure to ask."
Alana finally spoke up. "I'm her mistress. And you are welcome to ask Patience out on a date." Again, Patience blushed furiously.
"So this one is Patience. That must mean that you are Alana. It's nice to meet you, Mistress Alana." The woman held out her hand and Alana shook it. "I've never met a mistress before. You certainly have good taste in women. Patience is a doll. Actually you both are. I could easily picture both of you as perfect dates."
"Thank you," smiled Alana as she stepped into the jumpsuit and pulled it up her body. The woman sighed as the zipper was tugged up, enclosing the delicious body and concealing it but for the elegant curves that were still displayed.
"Actually, you fill out that jumpsuit nicely. I'm Caroline, by the way."
"Thank you, Caroline," smiled Alana. Then she turned to the male members of the rescue team. "Thank you, all of you."
"Did you kill that awful man?" asked Patience as she tugged the zipper of her own jumpsuit up. Caroline sighed again as the cleavage was concealed by the actions of the zipper.
"If he was there," replied Caroline, "then he's dead. We blew up the entire complex. Nobody could have survived that explosion." Patience nodded and then sat down to put on the sneakers that had been provided to her. Then she leaned back and closed her eyes to try to sort out the emotions that were racing through her traumatized body. They rode the rest of the way in silence.
The reunion was a joyous one. Both Grace and KC were there along with Kelly and Meredith. About forty of the mistresses attended and a hundred slave girls. Only Ted was missing. He had been left at home.
After a brief celebration, Alana and Patience were excused so that they could gather their thoughts and start to recover from the ordeal. Grace checked in on her two girls later that evening.
"How are you two doing? You had me worried."
"I think we'll be fine, Mistress," said Alana. "We just need a little time to get over it. It was pretty troubling."
"It was awful, Mistress!" exclaimed Patience.
Grace patted Patience on the head. "I'm sure it was, pet. You two can go home whenever you want. And you have been released from your obligation here at the island."
"Mistress?" said Alana. "Would you mind if we stayed here for a bit? I think we would like to relax for a while and the island might be just what we need."
"No, pet," replied Grace, kissing Alana. "I wouldn't mind at all. In fact, I had your outfits cleaned while you were away so you have everything ready for you here."
"I think I just want to be a slave girl for a while, Mistress; just a slave sister to Patience. I'll pick up as her mistress again someday but I'm not ready for that just yet."
"Of course, pet," smiled Grace. "Take as long as you need. I'm sure that the other mistresses will be delighted to have you back as a slave."
Patience just beamed brightly at the news. Despite how awful the island had seemed at first to her, she had grown to love this place. And now she would be able to enjoy it with her re-enslaved, beautiful slave sister.