by Susan Sass
Chapter 11
Left alone with her thoughts was a dangerous thing for Faith. Her lips still tingling, she tried to watch TV, but the shows about free people doing what they wanted, whenever they wanted just reminded her that she had been wrenched from the world of choices. The books on the shelves, mostly fantasy, science fiction and erotica, held no allure. The windows opened on a view of meticulous, gorgeous gardens, but no real activity at the moment. Windows…They were the cruelest torture of all. They gave an illusion of freedom, as if one could just walk out and go for a stroll any time they wanted. What a lie.
“I am straight, I am no slave. I will find a way home.” Faith thought to herself as she stared down on the gardens and caressed her lips. “I hate the man who kidnapped me. I hate this place. I hate being forced to obey. And I’m not sorry that his bitch hurt herself, I’m not, I can’t be. I was just weirding out. Temporary insanity. Stockholm syndrome. That’s what it was. Nothing more.”
As she turned from the window to gaze through her door to the neighboring one, her heart clenched knowing it was a lie, but Faith refused to acknowledge it. The longer she stayed, with nothing to do, the angrier she became as Faith and Faith battled within her.
“…Well, if she’s that grouchy, it’s a good sign.” The light hearted male voice interrupted her thoughts.
“The really good thing is that if she accepts Faith’s presence and the Doctor and Master approve, I will get a break from Mistress-sitting now and then.” tiffany giggled. “We’re in this for the long haul. The problem is, with Mistress out of commission, the slaves are bound to take advantage. The free workers, too. I’m afraid Master is going to have his hands full. There will be more than one trial by the time this is finished.”
“Sad, but true,” Marc replied. “She is the center of the universe here. If they don’t love her, they respect her and if they don’t respect her, they fear her. Without her as the constant, well, may the gods help us all.”
“So, what are the plans for our fledgling today?” tiffany asked, changing the subject.
“Oh, first of all, breakfast.” Marc replied. “She’s been way too spoiled here. I know Master is waiting for her real training until the Mistress has recovered, but having her meals brought to her and nothing to do, may undo any progress made until now. So, it’s off to the Dining Hall. Then some real work . Idle hands and all that.”
“Well, keep an eye on her.” tiffany warned. “She isn’t even green broke. You know how the new ones take advantage.”
“Don’t I.” Marc said laughingly as he left Aya’s room and entered Faith’s. Without knocking or waiting to be invited, he swept into her room and pulled her to him for a kiss of greeting that left Faith’s head spinning in spite of her mood. “Good morning, little sister!” He said as he released her.
Faith couldn’t repress a small smile. Marc was too charming to resist much. Then she remembered she was supposed to be frustrated and angry. “Spoiled? ‘Real work?’ Isn’t being here against my will enough?”
“Oh, we are in a mood today, are we?” Marc’ right eyebrow arched as he studied the shift in his charge’s demeanor. “Too bad. You won’t ruin my day, no matter how hard you try. You’ll just make it more interesting.”
Faith mocked his expression. “So, more exercise wheel and whipping?”
“I’m wounded,” Marc held his hand over his heart. “Sorry, pretty one, that’s not my style. Believe me, you can either be good and we can have great fun or…” Marc grabbed her hair on the back of her head, forcing her to kneel. As close as she was, she could smell the musky maleness emanating from his light slave shorts. Her scalp stung as he continued to hold her in place. “…I can make you long for the whip and the wheel.”
Faith’s heart beat faster and she felt an involuntary swelling between her legs. An evil thought flitted in the back of her brain, sent by the embryonic personality of slave Faith. What delicious horror was Marc capable of? Faith squelched down the thought and looked up in her tutor’s eyes, daring him to say the wrong thing.
Instead, Marc reached in his pocket with his free hand and pulled out a simple leather collar, its leash already attached to it. He held it out for her perusal.
“See, no shock boxes and if you behave, there won’t be any.” Marc resumed his gentle voice. “As long as you are on the lead, everyone will know not to make any commands of you as if they hadn’t heard of your training and subsequent difficulties already.”
Faith stayed still as Marc put on the collar, but her eyes revealed their revulsion. The collar Might keep greedy hands off of her, but it also served to remind her that she was just part of the livestock, something less than human.
“Let’s go. We need to get to the Dining Hall before they stop serving breakfast.” Marc released his grip on her hair and pulled up on the leash, forcing Faith to her feet. Tiffany brought in a simple tunic and sandals, the signature garment of all the female slaves, frowned at the unmade bed, and left without a word. Marc casually tossed the leash over Faith’s shoulder.
“Put on your dress and straighten your bed.” Faith almost balked at Marc’ command. “Frankly, I really don’t care dragging you to breakfast naked if you decide to fight me. The choice is yours.”
Faith stomped over to the bed and threw off her bathrobe and pulled the tunic over her head. It would have been a very modest garment if it hadn’t been for the thin fabric it was made out of that left very little to the imagination, especially in tropical sunshine. That done, she jerked and yanked at the bed clothes, pulling them into order.
“What happened to the sweet, shy girl that occupied this room last night?” Marc asked reprovingly.
Faith turned to him and tossed her head defiantly. “She remembered she was kidnapped and tortured and forced to be something she’s not.”
“Sucks to be you,” Marc shrugged. “Someday, you’ll wonder why you ever longed to be free.”
“So I’ve been told.” Faith said. “Gee, why in the world would I want to leave my old life behind where I could go and do as I please? Why would I not want to go clubbing or a to show or shopping or to pursue a career as I wanted when the wonderful trade off is to have every choice stripped from me, to be the robot or sex toy for anyone who demanded it? Wow, what could I have been thinking?”
“Freedom is overrated.” Marc caught up the leash and headed out the door, dragging Faith along. He didn’t slow his pace until they’d past Aya’s hut. She could see warning barriers surrounding the hole. A shudder went up her spine, banishing her resolve. By the time they’d reached the Hall, she was meek and shy once more.
“Better,” Marc didn’t fail to notice the difference in attitude. “Be sweet and good and you have nothing to fear.”
The Dining Hall was filled with people, slave and free, causing Faith to cringe and feel self conscious. She stepped closer to Marc’ back as if it were a shield. Unconcerned, he led her to the buffet line and handed her a tray.
“Pick what you want.” he said as he preceded her in line.
Faith was didn’t know what she was expecting but the fare provided was anything but gruel. There were all kinds of dishes, savory, spicy and sweet and an abundance of fresh fruit. The atmosphere was relaxed. Everyone was chatting and laughing as if they were all in a dorm café just before dispersing for class. More slaves joined them. Marc introduced them as they greeted the pair with kisses.
You’ve met Layla already, this is victor, Brian, Leeane and Josh.” Faith nodded shyly to each one. She watched with fascination as the men greeted each other with the same openmouthed kisses that tiffany demanded of her. Moisture oozed between her legs as she was exposed to the sensuality that surrounded her.
“So what’s on your plate today?” Josh asked Marc as he ran an assessing eye over Faith.
“The usual.” Marc replied, cutting into a large slice of ham he’d picked up for himself. “Unfortunately, I minus one of my crew. It seems Ramona was elected to relieve the Master o
f his stress last night and she has the day off today to recover.”
“You could ask for me.” Josh suggested hopefully.
“During harvest?” Marc s. “I don’t think so. Master Andre would have my hide. Besides, I’m sure Faith wouldn’t mind keeping her mind occupied with some weeding around the flower beds
Chapter 12
Flower beds were an understatement. The gardens Faith had admired from her windows seemed to stretch and wind on forever. Just about every ornamental plant and bloom existed there. Marc put Faith to work weeding a particularly beautiful section of roses that bloomed in a rainbow of color and their intoxicating fragrance worked their magic, melting away all lingering negative thoughts. As they worked, Marc filled her in on everybody’s history, including his.
“I am a volunteer, not a draftee.” Marc explained. “My father was a lackey, slash friend of the Master’s. When Dad had me for visitation, we came here a lot. I was exposed to the slaves and lifestyle and was totally turned on.
“At about fifteen, I discovered things about myself. I loved sex… a lot. I was bi…completely, and I was addicted to discipline, not having any in ’real life’.
“Dad forced me to go to Business College to take over his nine figure empire when he retired. Frankly, I hated it. I just wanted to fuck and raise flowers. No lie. In my junior year, my dad keeled over. Massive AYA. I inherited everything which I promptly signed over to JD and begged him to make me his.
“So here I am. Horticulturalist Extraordinaire and whore, ready to please any pussy or cock that demands it and I couldn’t be happier.”
Faith stared at him in shock. He actually chose this life. As she continued to weed and hoe and try to wrap her brain around that concept, he continued to entertain her with more stories.
Layla was a payoff. She was the youngest daughter of a stock trader that had gotten himself in hot water with the feds. She was one trial away from the penitentiary and causing even more scandal for the famous, affluent family.
“Believe me, five years ago, she made Paris Hilton and Britney Spears look like Sunday school teachers. She was headed for hard time and Daddy couldn’t control her. So, in trade for getting him out of hot water and her out of the tabloids, he gave her to the Master.
“Thing was, she didn’t know anything about it. She thought she was going to some tropical luxury spa when he dropped her off. Talk about throwing a tantrum! Aya had her hands full with that one. To make things worse, she hated sex. Oh, she used it Mind you, to get her way or out of legal trouble, but the girl was so frigid, whenever she parted her legs a light would come on.
“Then one magic night Aya had enough of her bratty attitude and took her to her bed and tied her in that very special way she is known for. On her back, spread eagle with her knees almost under her armpits, Layla couldn‘t move a muscle. Our deliciously evil Mistress lit a candle and very slowly dripped the wax, drop by searing drop, on each nipple and inner thigh. You could hear our gabbie’s screams all over the compound.
“Then, when her tits and legs were coated thick and the candle was spent, Aya introduced her to a very special friend. You see, she has this strap on with a deliciously huge dildo. She drove it into Layla’s helpless cunt as deep as she could and fucked her like she wanted to split her in two. Well, it seems its true spoiled children crave firm discipline, ‘cause the little sex hater came so hard she almost stroked out. And wail? Goddess, you never heard anyone sing soprano like that. Ever since, she’s been the biggest cum slut on the island.”
Faith spent the morning weeding and hoeing and listening to Marc’ stories wavering between shocked disbelief, horror and hilarity. After a while, the subject changed to gardening and the roses he’d so lovingly cared for. There were several varieties Faith never had seen before. Those were hybrids that Marc developed on his own.
When he called for a break, she stretched out the kinks in her back, amazed at how much she’d accomplished. She had no idea how fast the morning had passed. Marc grabbed a pair of clippers and began cutting several different flowers in shades of oranges and red and yellow which he piled in Faith’s arms. He explained they were for an arrangement to be delivered to Aya’s room and they would go to lunch after the delivery.
“You know, roses aren’t native to this island.” Marc waxed philosophically. “They were pulled up by the roots, bound and brought here without a choice in the matter. But with a lot of care, nurturing and firm discipline, they’ve flourished. Pruning must hurt and may seem cruel, but left to themselves, they would go wild and produce puny blossoms.”
“I’m not a Mindless plant.” Faith said flatly. “I want the choices. I want to go home.”
“That’s not an option.” Marc said gently. There was genuine sympathy in his deep brown eyes. “So, Milady, you’ve got very big choice now. You can work hard and learn to love this place and the people in it. You can bloom and grow beautifully. Or you can get all ugly and hold on to your anger and hatred and wither up and die. That is the biggest choice you’ve ever had to make.”
Suddenly tired, Faith just bit her lip and nodded. She felt as though Marc’ lecture had drained every ounce of energy she had. Besides, like it or not, what Marc said struck a chord of truth in her heart. She didn’t want to admit it but she didn’t want to argue anymore, especially with one of the only two people she’d begun thinking about as friends. Instead, Faith opted to remain silent as she trudged along on the leash behind Marc up to the house and into a store room off from a kitchen to arrange the flowers in a huge crystal vase. Marc, himself carried the bouquet through the twists and turns of the mansion and into Aya’s room with Faith still in tow.
“Good afternoon, beloved Mistress!” Marc called out as he made his grand entrance.
“What the fuck is he doing here?” Aya asked tiffany groggily. Faith started and began to tremble as she lowered herself to her knees. To her surprise, Marc remained on his feet.
“Why to pay my humble respects and to brighten your day with this poor offering.” Marc set the bouquet on a table in clear view from the bed. Still bound, Aya rose her head off the pillow and squinted at the gift, then glared at the giver. “Who sent those?”
“No one, beautiful Mistress, but this poor slave.” Marc played with the flowers, pretending to perfect the masterpiece. Tiffany withdrew to a far corner, clearly enjoying the show. “Each blossom was chosen who you in Mind, oh esteemed One. Tiger lilies, snapdragons, dragon’s blood, and this beauty of my own creation.” He caressed a beautiful orange rose blossom. Each petal was tipped with an edge of light brown. “Every time I look at these, they remind me of you. A wonderfully spicy aroma, gorgeous shape and color. It’s very thorny and every time I was scratched trying to harvest them, I thought of your lovely nails digging so deliciously into my flesh after you’d tenderized it with a hard flogging. I call them, ‘Tiger’s paws’.”
Chapter 13
As JD walked down the hall, he passed by Aya’s room. He felt a pang of guilt as he looked at the mess that was her back. He knew that it was his fault that this has happened. He didn’t think that she would go to the extent that she did. He only wanted her to know that he was displeased and to think about what she had done. JD thought to himself that now was the time to address the issue.
“Hello, Aya, how are you doing tonight? The doc says that you should be able to get out of the bed and move around soon. But first we need to get a few things settled between you and I.”
Aya didn’t say anything to him. She just looked at him with sad and heavy eyes. JD started the words that he knew must be said.
“Aya, I am most unhappy with what has happened. You were dressed down by me because you displeased me.”
You were given your punishment and that should have been that. I did not want this for you. If I felt that you deserved to be beaten to this extent, then I would have done it myself. I didn’t know that you would go this far, and this was too far. You have made two errors. First, you presumed to e
xtend and increase your punishment above and beyond what I ordered. Second you have damaged someone very special to me. If this had been done to another of my slaves, I would severely punish the person responsible. In this case, I cannot do that. You have been punished far more than I could. Now you will do everything that the doctor tells you. You will do everything in your power to heal so that you may serve me and I can pleasure myself with you. More than that, I can bring you pleasure. Aya, you may have a hard time believing me, but I do love you. There is no one on this island with a place in my heart like the one you have. I will leave you now and look in on you later. Behave yourself and do as you are told.”
Aya responded after she thought for a moment, “My master, I made a Mistake. I responded with what I thought was the right answer for me. I was wrong and humbly beg you to forgive me and take me back into your heart.”