Six Masters Island - The Cinderella Syndrome (5 page)

The truck sped up onto the highway again, and Jenna drifted to sleep.
 
She awoke to the sound of gravel under the tires and she panicked with the realization that they must be at their destination.
 
Please don’t let him kill me.
 
Mama… oh, please.
 
Jenna began her useless struggles again and crying muffled wails behind the gag.
 
When the truck stopped and the engine shut off, she heard the bang of the door and she screamed.

She felt the cool air when the lid of the box was opened, but she had no idea if it was day or night.
 
The blindfold sealed her vision completely.
 
Jenna was terrified, and she felt hands reach under her bound arms and lift her up.
 
“Damn, mother hates when you sluts piss yourselves,” the man growled.
 
She felt his hands untying her ankles and she tried to kick out with her cramped limbs.

The man ignored her, and Jenna arched her back when he gripped her arms to lift her out of the box.
 
She twisted and tried to pull away in the darkness behind the blindfold.
 
Jenna was terrified and she had no idea where she was.
 
She fought to keep the man from dragging her sliding sneakered feet down the bed of the truck and she stumbled when he jumped down off of the tailgate, pulling her with him.

Jenna felt herself being pushed and tugged along a gravel surface, and she shook her head wildly, screaming and wailing behind the gag.
 
The man kept leading her forward while her feet slid and her knees buckled in fear.
 
His mother?
 
His mother is here?
 
Somehow, Jenna realized that his reference to the woman was ominous, and without even meeting her Jenna knew that she would find no help from her.
 
He called me a slut.
 
Does he think I’m like the women in the bar?
 
Maybe if he finds out I’m not like them…
Jenna felt a ray of hope, until she thought about the kidnapping.
 
Maybe, he’ll kill me.
 
Jenna was yanked up some steps and she heard a door open.

“Sloan, you’re the first one back,” a woman purred.
 
While Jenna continued to struggle, she heard the woman kiss the man’s cheek.

Even in her blindfolded state, Jenna sensed that the woman was tall and she had a commanding tone to her voice.
 
Worst of all, she did not seem the least bit surprised that the man had shown up with a bound woman in his grip.

“I got lucky and had a good opportunity to pick this little flower for you.
 
I think you’ll be quite pleased with her, mother,” the man replied.

“Oh for goodness sakes, Sloan.
 
The poor thing is scared to death.
 
She wet herself,” the woman said.
 
The tone of her voice belied the sincerity of her words, and Jenna continued to battle and trying to scream.
 
“Bring her downstairs and we’ll get her cleaned up.
 
I’ll send for your father.”

Oh god.
 
There’s a father in on this?
 
Jenna was completely confused.
 
She was a nobody from a nothing part of town.
 
The man had to know that no one in that area would be able to afford some kind of ransom.
 
He had
seen
her mother… unless he thought the insurance guy was her dad.

“Marigold, please find the Master and tell him that Master Sloan has returned,” the woman said.

“Yes, stepmother.”

Jenna heard footsteps patter away.
 
A hand clasped her other bound arm and she felt nails digging into her.
 
This gave her a truer sensation of the woman’s size and strength, and the pair continued to lead her across the floor.
 
She felt a hand reach behind her head, and Jenna blinked when the blindfold came free.
 
Their procession stopped and the woman walked in front of her and gripped her chin.

“Oh yes, Sloan… remarkable depth and such a deep blue.”
 
Jenna looked up into a delighted green gaze, and she felt as though the woman was sucking something out of her soul.
 
She tried to turn her head away while she screamed.
 
“What’s her background?” the woman asked, and they resumed walking and pulling Jenna across a huge marble foyer.

“Not much,” Sloan replied.
 
“Her mother’s a barfly and this one is in her way.”

Jenna realized that the man
did
understand there was no money, and that meant she was not taken for ransom.
 
They came to a heavy wooden door and Jenna was pulled down a frightening dark stone staircase.
 
“The only room occupied is Aster’s.
 
We were bringing her upstairs to finish training tomorrow.”

Jenna looked down an eerie stone hallway with frightening shadows.
 
There was a cold feeling of terror and despair that was causing her stomach to seize.
 
She heard heavy footsteps behind them and a deep voice bellowed, “Welcome home, Sloan.”

“Thank you, father.
 
As soon as we get her rigged up, I’m heading upstairs.
 
I’m beat.
 
I’ve been driving since last night.”

“No problem.
 
We’ll get the new flower planted,” the woman replied, and she smiled up at him.
 
“Would you like Pansy brought to your room?”

Sloan’s mind flashed on the violet eyed girl and he felt his cock jerk.
 
“I’ll call for her after I get upstairs,” he answered.
 
The thought of the lilac eyed girl bathing him sounded arousing, and a perfect ending to his long, successful trip.

Jenna tried to jerk away from the woman when Sloan released her arm.
 
“Calm, little flower.”
 
She gazed deep into Jenna’s frightened stare.
 
“Uprooting can be quite traumatic, no matter how barren the former garden has been.”
 
Cynthia ran a sharp nail down the side of Jenna’s face, tucking a loose hair behind her ear.

The woman’s voice and eyes were mesmerizing, and Jenna had not realized that she had stopped struggling until a man’s hand gripped her free arm again.
 
“She soiled herself,” the man spat out.

Jenna sobbed in humiliation.
 
Please, please.
 
This can’t be happening to me.
 
No one knows.
 
No one is going to know that I’ve been kidnapped.
 
They’re just going to think I ran away.
 
The realization was more frightening than depressing.

“The truck will be cleaned in the morning, Alexander,” the woman replied.
 
“Let’s get this poor flower cleaned up and acclimated to her new garden.”

Jenna had the idea that, though the man’s grip was strong, it was the woman in control.
 
The nonsense about a garden made no sense to her, and her terrified mind was too confused to give it much consideration.
 
Obviously, she had been abducted by a family of psychopaths, and Jenna’s mind traveled back to the woman’s comment.
 
Sloan was the first to be back…
that means there must be others
.

She was pulled down the hall to a room on the far end with a heavy wooden door standing open.
 
The woman flipped a switch, and when Jenna’s eyes adjusted to the bright lights she screamed and tried to push backwards.
 
The man held her arms tightly behind her while the woman walked in front of her.
 
She looked down and smiled.
 
“You will refer to me as ‘stepmother’, and whenever I enter the room, you will ask if you may attend me.
 
Those are the first words I expect to hear when I remove this gag.”
 
A finger traveled over Jenna’s gagged lips, and the woman added in whispered anticipation, “or you will be punished.”

Jenna had no idea what the terrifying woman meant, and when the gag was removed she cried, “Please… I don’t have any money… only two hundred dollars in my pocket, that’s all.
 
You can have it, and I won’t tell anybody.”
 
She began sobbing and pleading, “Please let me go.”

The woman shook her head slowly and smiled with an insane light behind her emerald eyes.
 
She squeezed Jenna’s jaws in an extremely tight grip, digging her nails deep into her cheeks.
 
“You are to ask your stepmother how you can attend me,” her calm voice repeated.

“You’re crazy.
 
You’re all crazy,” Jenna screamed.

“Alexander?”
 
Cynthia queried.

Jenna was pulled over to a stone wall while the woman walked to a cabinet.
 
She held up two collars with jewels inset into black leather.
 
“This one, I think.”
 
Cynthia had one collar named Blue-belle and one Belladonna.
 
There were no ‘true’ blue flowers, but the darker delphinium in her garden seemed to be the closest match.

Cynthia retrieved the four matching cuffs and she secured the collar to the thrashing girl’s neck.
 
“Belladonna, stop this nonsense,” she threatened.
 
“I’ve already informed you that you would be punished.”

The collar was a frightening restraint that Jenna did not understand and she continued to struggle.
 
She kicked out at the woman, thinking they had made a mistake and picked up the wrong young woman.
 
“I’m not Belladonna,” she cried.
 
“I’m Jennifer Tremont.”

Cynthia ignored the denial and held out her hand to her husband.
 
Alexander reached into a deep pocket and removed a black plug in the shape of a short, thick penis with leather straps attached to it.
 
Cynthia squeezed Jenna’s jaw again and her nails dug into the skin just under her high cheekbones.
 
Jenna expected to feel blood from the piercing claws as her jaws were forced open, and she continued to wail and scream until Cynthia pushed the plug into her mouth and the wide flanged edge was against her lips.

While Jenna fought a retching sensation from the crown of the penis touching the back of her throat, Cynthia ran a finger around her lips, pulling them to the outside of the flanged edge and sealing the gag in the girl’s mouth.
 
Cynthia placed a hand on the terrified girl’s stomach, enjoying the cramping sensation of her gagging while she stared into the terror and misery in the deep blue eyes.
 
She buckled the straps underneath the blonde ponytail and stepped back.

Cynthia reached for the zipper on the girl’s jeans and Jenna kicked out at her again.
 
The woman balled up her fist and, protecting her nails, she punched Jenna solidly in the stomach.
 
A whoosh of air escaped the girl’s flaring nostrils and a grunt muffled behind the gag.

Oh god
.
 
Her empty stomach clenched around the fist and the gagging, cramping reflex of the plug hitting her throat.
 
Her tongue slid along the plug within the confines of her mouth, frantically trying to push it out.
 
Jenna was afraid that she would choke, and the pain in her stomach was radiating under her ribs.
 
The man held her wrists in one strong hand and gripped the back of the collar, forcing her to remain upright instead of doubling over and curling into the pain for relief.

Cynthia knelt and slipped off Jenna’s sneakers while her long wobbling legs were unable to strike out at her.
 
The tall woman stood, and her green eyes glared into Jenna’s deep blue misery, holding her still in the terror of her threat while she reached again for the zipper on her jeans.
 
As the tight, soiled pants loosened, Jenna felt her reach under the waistband to tug them down.

Please… please no.
 
Help me someone.
 
Please don’t do this to me.
 
Jenna began to alternate between sobbing and retching behind the gag, but Cynthia had felt the hollowness in the girl’s belly and knew she would not choke.

“You will be washed, Belladonna.
 
Then, you will be punished and left to consider the merits of your new situation.”
 
Cynthia’s eyes narrowed and she was rewarded with the girl’s shivering reaction.
 
The girl had stopped her futile struggles, standing still with only her fearful quivering.
 
There was a quiet little moan behind the gag when the girl’s panties were lowered and pulled from her legs.
 
Cynthia buckled on the ankle restraints while Jenna continued to stand in terrified shock.

With Alexander’s help and only minor resistance from Belladonna, Cynthia removed the girl’s top and bra and her husband buckled on the wrist restraints.
 
Cynthia removed the band holding her long blonde hair and let it drop over the strap from the gag and across her cheeks.
 
The shocked spell was broken and Jenna was led to a corner of the room where a chain with a hook trailed down from the ceiling.
 
Alexander latched her wrist cuffs together and connected the securing loop through the hook.
 
Cynthia turned a winch on the wall and Jenna’s arms pulled higher, straining as she was raised to her toes.
 
She began screaming behind the gag and kicking out with her legs, causing her to swing and twirl.