Six Masters Island - The Cinderella Syndrome (9 page)

Questions began swirling in her mind… questions that might have answers if she could only stop for a moment and think.
 
Marissa’s nature fought back fear and she continued to search for the answer to gain control.
 
This trait that had carried the young woman confidently from her small town to the city to make a life alone for herself, would also make her a most arousing and entertaining new girl to train.

Almost twenty-four hours of no food on top of the meager diet she had been following to keep herself thin began to take its toll on her stamina, and her battered feet slowed her progress.
 
It was difficult to breathe with the gag in her mouth and her efforts to dislodge the foam ball were futile.
 
The dew on the morning grass was chilled and actually helped numb the bruises from the gravel driveway that had shredded her stockings… and still, the safety of the trees was too far off.

Marissa chanced a look behind her.
 
The men were relentlessly jogging closer, with the man who had taken her from the alley frowning slightly.
 
It was the other man whose eyes caught hers for a moment with a dark gaze of some dangerous amusement in them that finally caused her to shiver a bit.
 
An instinctive jolt of fear broke through her determination to escape, and the amused expression on the man changed when his eyes narrowed, and he smiled.

“Let’s grab her,” Daryl decided.
 
“Mother’s going to be pissed off if she’s too tired to pay attention to her first lesson.”

“She likes this one,” Sloan answered.
 
“Did you see how her eyes lit up when the girl challenged her?”

The brothers increased their speed, and Marissa tried to twist her bound wrists out of the grip that had grabbed the rope hanging from them.
 
It was still Daryl’s responsibility to bring the girl in, and he yanked her to a stop while Sloan walked in front of her.
 
He gripped the tall girl’s chin and lifted her face to look into her frustrated, angry tears.
 
Sloan was surprised to note there was still little fear in the dark golden depths.
 
Mother is certainly going to enjoy you
.
 
He was pleased that Daryl had secured such a rare treasure for her.
 
Sloan did not share the natural competitive streak Daryl and the twins held.
 
He truly appreciated their successes, and for the most part remained neutral with their less than arousing captures… such as with the little blonde that Kyle had procured last time.

Sloan dropped the girl’s chin and grabbed her other arm to lead her back to the house where Cynthia remained standing by the door with her red silk robe wafting slightly in the morning sun.
 
She watched the progress of the group across the green lawn while her boys brought the rare flower back to her.

Cynthia smiled at the beautiful model’s ruined face and the smudged the streaks of the makeup marring her cheeks.
 
She reached out her hands and laid her palms high on the girl’s chest, letting them slide down the swell of her breasts.
 
Her eyes widened in pleased surprised that they were naturally firm and large and not implants that would have removed some of the pain she could experience… as well as cause problems when they were bound.

Large nubbed nipples peaked tightly through the sheer bra and silk blouse in response to the chilled morning air.
 
Cynthia rolled the tips between two fingers and pinched forcefully.
 
The girl squealed and pushed back into Daryl’s chest to avoid the woman’s clamping nails, and the older woman smiled.
 
“Strip her.”

Marissa shook her head and she managed to strike out with one exhausted leg.
 
Her struggles barely slowed the progress of the torn nylons being yanked down to lay strewn across her discarded skirt.
 
When Cynthia noticed the crumpled piece of dried, stiff tissue lining the thong, she said, “Such a slut.
 
At least you are used to providing use of your body for rewards.”

Hands ripped at her blouse and eventually tore the slim straps of her bra.
 
Marissa straightened in defiance, glaring at the Cynthia.
 
The door opened and Alexander walked out to join them.
 
He had been watching part of the scene since the movement of the girl trying to dash down the driveway caught his eye from his office window.
 
There was a battle of wills clashing between the stares from each of the women, and Alexander noticed a hint of trembling along Cynthia’s bottom lip.
 
She was ecstatic with this new girl’s strong nature, and was obviously looking forward to breaking her.

Cynthia continued to stare into the amber highlighted gaze that was slowly losing some of its boldness.
 
A flash of the strength returned briefly when the girl’s eyes looked over her shoulder to Alexander.
 
He smiled in return with such coldness that Marissa felt a physical chill rack through her.
 
The man put his hands on Cynthia’s shoulders and kissed her cheek, never breaking eye contact with the girl.
 
His message was clear.
 
Marissa’s sexual allure was not going to coerce him.
 
This horrible woman was the most important person in his life, and her happiness was his utmost desire.
 
If Marissa did not comply, she would be answering to the man’s disappointment and wrath.

Alexander decided to further the girl’s understanding of his role.
 
“Daryl, present the flower for your mother,” he suggested.
 
“I think she would like to see the true passion hidden within those petals.”
 
He was rewarded with a shiver through Cynthia and a small gasp of anticipation.
 
His hands cupped her breasts, gently massaging so that he would not distract her from watching the display.

Sloan adjusted his hold on the girl so that his brother could free one hand to manipulate her, and he reached over for a breast, squeezing the nipple with seductive smoothness while Daryl reached between her legs.
 
Marissa tried to pull away, but her strength was sapped.
 
When she felt the fingers stroke her pussy, she moistened immediately.

Too many years of seeking pleasure had conditioned her body to respond, and Marissa glared at the woman when she laughed softly at her.
 
“Yes, my Orchid.
 
You are a willing slut.”

Marissa’s eyes narrowed in seething hatred while her pussy leaked onto Daryl’s fingers.
 
Sloan could feel her breathing, already shallow and trying to fill her lungs through her flaring nostrils.
 
Her climax hit so quickly that Cynthia barely had time to grab the furious young woman’s chin.
 
Daryl spread her pussy lips and Cynthia smashed an open palm into the quivering juncture.
 
“I did not give you permission to cum, girl.”

Marissa shrieked.
 
She was so used to the wonderful blinding wash of orgasm that the paradox of the painful slap stunned her.
 
The controlling decree that she should now need permission from this witch to enjoy her pleasure was something that Marissa would not bend to.
 
She was determined to dull her passionate responses in direct refusal of this bitch.

“Shall I help you bring her for her washing?” Alexander whispered.

Cynthia’s eyes met his with such deep arousal that it seemed to flow into him.
 
“I’ll lead her myself, Alexander… but I need you so badly; I’d like you to join me.”
 
Cynthia felt moisture leaking from her walls and they were gripping in anticipation of feeling him inside her.
 
The temptation to put off the girl’s induction was overwhelming, but she knew the agony of waiting would heighten their passion to an even greater extreme.

Cynthia reached into the pocket of her robe and removed a series of chains that were reserved for trained slaves who were being punished for either a real or imaginary infractions.
 
Marissa glanced at the silver links, and Cynthia was finally rewarded with a true spark of fear from her exotic.
 
Her nails scraped down the quivering ribs and flat belly, between the protruding hipbones, and she let a single finger slip between the almost bared, groomed lips of the girl’s pussy.

The spell was broken, and Marissa tried to wedge her thighs together.
 
Cynthia found a small crust of the girl’s episode with the photographer sticking to a dark, wiry curl… and she yanked, tearing the hairs loose.
 
Marissa shrieked behind the foam ball, and when her thigh tightened to kick out at the woman, Sloan wrapped his long leg around hers and forced her to spread.
 
Daryl did the same on the other side, and Marissa felt herself bound and spread open in the strong men’s grip.
 
A thought ran through her mind that these men had done this… exposed women for their mother… many times before.
 
The move was too fluid and practiced to have been a newly discovered maneuver.

With her legs wedged between the brothers’ and slightly behind her, Marissa bowed her breasts and pussy out towards the woman with no leverage to protect herself.
 
Cynthia ignored the disruption and returned her attention to the soft, swollen lips.
 
The way she inhaled in ecstasy when she spread the girls folds and was rewarded with a small silver ring already piercing the girl’s clit, made Marissa wail for the first time.
 
“Oh, yes.
 
Such a willing slut, my exotic.”

Marissa had only gotten the piercing a year ago, as a silent act of defiance against her father.
 
Since she left home, there were several times she had almost removed the ring because now it served as an irritating reminder of the man.
 
Cynthia closed the clamp on the end of the chain around the silver ring, and said, “I think I will make a special leash for you.”
 
She was already envisioning a small gold chain secured to slim black leather with her amber and tiger’s eye jewels.
 
When she described it to Sloan, she was certain he would add his expert artistic design to the creation.

Cynthia turned her attentions to the girl’s fat brown nipples, still tightened to tips as thick and long as her fingertip, though whether from the exciting fear of the moment or chilled air, Cynthia did not know.
 
It gave her a bountiful expanse of stiff flesh to work with, and she pinched the clamps closed until they dug into the girl’s flesh, and she wailed again.
 
The dark eyes… the extraordinary orbs with their amber gold flecks… had finally filled with tears, and they shone with a glassy clear reflection.
 
Still, when Cynthia stared at her, the girl refused to let the tears fall.

The ‘Y’ shaped chains connected the girl’s sensitive sexual tissue, with a leather strap leashed to the center.
 
At the slight tug, Marissa sobbed, still unable to move with the men keeping her legs secured.
 
Oh, god.
 
I’m going to tear.
 
This bitch is going to rip off my nipples,
Marissa panicked.

“You can release her, boys.
 
I think my exotic is fully aware of the implications of resisting,” Cynthia smiled.
 
She continued to stare into the girl’s eyes, with an almost curious edge to her green stare.
 
You’re not one to cringe or become hysterical.
 
Someone has already taught you how futile that would be.
 
A parent, perhaps.
 
Yes.
 
I think you have learned to bide your time and not throw irrational tantrums to get your way.
 
This is good, my exotic.
 
I will make sure you experience everything, and it will be your own controlling nature that you will be fighting to avoid further pain.

The men unwrapped their legs, and Marissa felt hands release her wrists and the back of her collar.
 
She was standing bound and gagged with only the thin chains attached to the leash the woman held.
 
The woman turned and gave a small tug that caused Marissa to practically bolt into her back.
 
She stopped abruptly behind her, nervously clenching her hands.
 
She was terrified at the realization that the slightest wrong move could cause the insane woman to rip her apart.

This thought slammed into Marissa’s mind, and she realized why the woman did not seem the slightest bit intimidated by the domineering looks that Marissa had given her.
 
They were looks that had caused even her father to back off on occasion.
 
This woman would never feel Marissa’s intimidation, and the girl finally recognized the excited edge and stark lust in the woman’s green eyes.
 
The woman
was
insane… and these sadistic men knew this… and encouraged her insanity.

A normal woman, one who she could psychologically tear down, was someone Marissa was familiar with… hell, they were challenging.
 
Not a dangerous woman consumed with sadistic dementia.
 
Marissa glanced in panic at the older man and fear chilled through her.
 
His eyes narrowed further and his lips actually parted in a slight smile.
 
Marissa screamed behind the gag.
 
She realized that she had arrived at the correct explanation.

The chains tugged again causing the nipple clamps to tighten, and Marissa’s tears finally fell down her cheeks.
 
She walked over the threshold and the heavy doors closed behind them in an ominous, echoing thud.
 
The cold sound assured Marissa that her first inclination to run had been right.
 
She would not be leaving this dangerous place as the determined young woman who had left Huntersville six months ago.