Six Masters Island - The Cinderella Syndrome

by Candace Smith

  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.

  When she had exhausted herself, she dangled limp and stretched painfully. She looked over to her captors, pleading through her tears. It was the first time Jenna had gotten a good look at Alexander, and the cold excitement in his eyes was terrifying as they focused on her pussy. “Look at her form, Cinderella.”

  Cynthia smiled and stroked the top of one of his hands with the pads of her fingers. Alexander was the only one who dared call her the name, but from him it was the utmost endearment instead of the taunting nickname of her childhood. He admired and had encouraged all of the psychosis her upbringing had brought into his life and that had enabled him to have the fulfillment of sharing his desires with his partner and lover.

  The new flower was quivering in her chains and stretched to a leanness that accentuated her nicely shaped breasts and tapered to her narrowed waist. There was a perfectly symmetrical balance rolling out to her hips, and her legs, though nicely shaped, looked soft in an inviting way. Below the trembling stomach, dark golden curls… wild and untrimmed, Cynthia noted… proved Belladonna was a natural blonde beauty. The deep blue eyes shone with tears and filled with the fearful expression that Marigold had never seemed to produce, no matter how judicious their training was.

  “A lovely stem,” Cynthia agreed. She turned to him and kissed his lips, whispering, “Let’s get her washed. She still has a punishment coming.”

  Alexander smiled at the excitement in her eyes, and he picked up the hose. Jenna shrieked when ice-cold spray battered against her, and she closed her eyes while the forceful stream soaked her from head to toe. The woman approached with a stiff bristled brush and plain bar of soap. Cynthia began scrubbing her raw and Jenna tried to bat her away with her tired legs, moaning behind the gag while her skin turned pink.

  The woman scrubbed harshly over her breasts, digging the needled bristles into Jenna’s nipples until they were numb. When the brush began strong stroking between her legs and ripping at her sensitive lips and folds, Jenna began to sob again. Ironically, it was when Cynthia lifted one of her legs backwards, forcing her to balance on the toes of the other foot and scraping the hated brush across the soft flesh on the bottom of her sole, that Jenna realized what unexpected torture felt like. She shrieked and tried to pull the other leg out of the strong woman’s reach.

  Cynthia stepped back again, allowing Alexander to blast their captive with the cold water, rinsing her off while she barely managed a stifled mewl. Please… oh… get away, Jenna screamed silently. Pleading tears reflected the confusion and fear in her eyes, and she jerked in the chains when the man walked towards her. He stared into her face with eyes that shone with their own light, and the raw sexual heat in his dark gaze was terrifying.

  Alexander walked behind her and let his hand follow the curve of the small of her back, and he fanned his fingers, rolling them over the soft flesh of her ass. The girl made a slight effort to move forward until her toes could not reach the floor, and she shivered from both the cold water and the touch of the strong hand continuing down the crevice of her bottom. Jenna stopped quivering and stilled instantly. Cynthia watched in approval when the girl’s eyes widened in response to the fingers spreading the tightened cheeks. No. Her head was shaking furiously and she tried to beg the woman to help her. Jenna tried to squeeze her tired bottom, but Alexander’s strong fingers held her open and the slender nozzle pushed up through her tight star.

  She was certain he had ripped the tissue of her virgin orifice, but Alexander was experienced enough to deliver pain without damaging Cynthia’s flowers. His thumb flipped the lever and Jenna found another scream when the frigid water jetted up into her warm rectum. Please… Nancy… Mom… someone help me. It was removed and pushed into her pussy, slicing cold water against her tender inside muscles. Oh… it hurts… stop, please. At last it was over, and Jenna once more hung limply from the chains, exhausted from her struggles and fear, and dripping from her hair and her insides.

  Cynthia walked forward with a wide white strip of cloth and plastered it between her legs. It heated immediately and began to burn, singeing the hair follicles, but Jenna did little more than cry. There was no more strength left in her, and Cynthia and Alexander mentally noted the girl’s limits. The pain was intense while it burned into her flesh. The horrid woman’s purr of encouragement that the solution would only remove the ‘excess foliage’, did little to ensure Jenna that the chemical was not eating her fatty lips away.

  In a surreal, calm voice, the woman informed her, “Punishment, Belladonna, usually rewards me for your disobedience. I will be down after dinner to apply a new patch that should have you prepared to plant in the morning.” Once more, the woman made the odd comforting gesture of pushing a soaking strand of hair behind Jenna’s ear, and then she and Alexander left the chamber, locking the door behind them.

  When the woman came back hours later, she was alone. She removed the patch and wiped Jenna’s burned pussy with a wet cloth. Jenna was cold, and her arms were numb from supporting most of her weight. She tried to balance on her toes, but they felt blistered and raw from the brush and scraping on the cement floor. Jenna looked at the woman in agonized defeat.


  Cynthia recognized the beginning of dulled shock setting in, which would delay the girl’s training. In a calm, controlled voice she said, “When I was a young girl, I had a stepmother.” She walked around Jenna, barely scraping a nail around her quivering waist as she traveled, and using the minor physical contact to gain the girl’s attention. “She was a cruel, harsh woman, with two equally nasty daughters. For years they tormented me, and my father supported her in this treatment. My only sanctuary was in the garden I had planted with my mother.”

  Cynthia lifted the girl’s chin, looking into her eyes to make sure she was listening. “I still love flowers, but I take care to get rid of the weeds.” The woman gripped Jenna’s pussy and yanked at some thin remaining hairs. “My garden here is exceptional… you may have noticed it when you arrived?”

  Oh my god. She really is insane, Jenna thought.

  “No, I forgot, we didn’t take off your blindfold until we were inside. Such a shame, it really is lovely.” Cynthia continued walking around her, trailing the finger around her waist again. “I also have my other garden, Belladonna, down here in the dungeon. It is where I turn my stepdaughters into beautiful flowers so that they can be brought upstairs to the sunlight to blossom. It takes a long time to train the new buds, but no flowers leave the dungeon garden until I decide they are worthy.”

  Jenna listened carefully, trying to decipher the meaning behind the insane banter. She could not escape while they kept her chained, and she wondered if there was a way to fool the woman into thinking that she understood what she wanted. From what she could understand, there was a chance she would be taken from this horrible place… upstairs where there were telephones and doors leading outside.

  The woman began speaking again. “Alexander has been most accommodating with my wishes, and my sons also help tend the garden. They spread their talents equally among the new flowers they bring me, but it is my decision when the flowers are ready to be displayed upstairs. It’s hard work to produce a quality bloom, but when I decide that you have been cultivated properly, that you are a true Venetia Blossom, you will grace the upstairs rooms of my home or be sold to another collector.”

  Sold? Collector? Oh god, what is she talking about? The trauma to her body and mind since the kidnapping made it difficult to try to make any sense out of what the woman was saying to her. Jenna was becoming more depressingly frightened, because she thought that the woman was giving her some kind of key to avoid being hurt and to go upstairs. Something was edging the corner of her mind… something she heard earlier. At last, it came to her. Jenna remembered the woman telling someone named Marigold to get the Master. She asked the man who had abducted her if he would like Pansy sent to him, and she had said that Aster had the only occupied room. And now, Jenna was Belladonna.

  Cynthia stopped circling when she noticed the beautiful deep blue eyes widen as realization sank in. “You understand,” she stated, and a smile passed over the cruel woman’s lips. She held Jenna’s jaw and gently stroked her chin with her thumb. The green gaze never left her frightened blue stare. “Next to my family, my garden brings me the most happiness and satisfaction. You will be coaxed to perfection, Belladonna. How long you remain in the dark garden depends on how long you decide to take to bloom.”

  Cynthia ran her hands down Jenna’s sides in a soft caress that ended with one strong arm wrapped around her waist, while the other hand traveled to her pussy. Jenna squirmed and tried to buck free, but the woman’s grip was like steel around her. She felt her sore pussy lips spread open, and the woman began sliding her finger up and down her slit.

  Jenna could feel her body responding, and she tried again to move away from the finger that was so easily causing her juices to release from her hole. The stroking finger slipped through the wetness and lubricated her sensitive tissue, brushing over her clit and causing it to begin to stiffen into a tight swollen bead. Cynthia heard the girl moan in humiliation, and she savored the feeling of power.

  “Good girl… good little flower, Belladonna. Release your nectar for me,” she whispered. “Let me see and feel your passion. This is what will be brought to the surface to bloom, so that all will see your sensual petals exposed for their pleasure.”

  Jenna cried, even as her muscles tightened and began to quiver. She was lost in the sensation of her building arousal, pushing down into the hand pleasuring her. Just as the climax released, stepmother’s arm let her go, and she gripped Jenna’s chin and stared into the miserable girl’s eyes. In the height of her spasm, Cynthia pinched her swollen clit between two nails and smiled when the girl shrieked in agony. “I did not give you permission to cum, Belladonna.”

  Jenna’s hips were thrusting in a frantic effort to remove the pinching claws and complete her orgasm. Behind the gag, she wailed and screamed in frustration, and when her body calmed and the sexual need had subsided, she looked at Cynthia in terror. She had never met a woman with so much self-assurance and control.

  Cynthia walked back to the cabinet and she returned with another patch. While she placed the burning concoction on Jenna’s sore pussy, she rubbed a hand across her quivering bottom. “Sloan will be here in the morning to begin your training. If I leave you hanging, you may be too tired to do a good job for him. Would you like to be taken down?”

  Jenna trembled and nodded. Please… yes, oh god, please.

  “Then, I will remove the gag first, and you will say ‘Stepmother, how can this slave attend you?’ Do you understand, Belladonna?”

  Slave? Flowers? Oh, god. Jenna nodded. She felt the woman unbuckle the horrible gag, and when it slipped free she stood in front of Jenna, waiting. Jenna’s throat was raw and her mouth was dry, but she managed to rasp, “How can I attend you?”

  There was a measure of victory in the woman’s eyes. “No, Belladonna. ‘Stepmother, how can this slave attend you?’ That is the proper address,” Cynthia corrected. She insisted on the entire debasing statement to make the weed declare its unworthiness to be cultivated. Only then, would she consider it a new bud ready for training.

  Jenna felt her tears on her cheeks and she trembled, but she managed to say, “Stepmother, how can this slave attend you?”

  Cynthia smiled and Jenna shivered even more. “When I lower the chain and unhook your hands, I want them behind your back. If you do not do this, Belladonna, you will be punished.”

  Plans of trying to overpower the woman and run out of the room were forgotten quickly. Jenna knew she could not get away and she was terrified what punishment she would suffer. For now, the thought of the relief from finally lowering her arms was too great. As soon as she was unhooked from the chain, she put her wrists behind her back. She felt her cuffs latched together and another chain secured them to the back of her collar. Jenna realized this was probably done to keep her from ripping the burning patch off her crotch.

  With a firm grip… Jenna noticed the tall woman was easily as strong as the men who had held her… Cynthia guided her slowly on her stiff legs to a cage in the corner. It was only three feet high, but long enough for a small mattress with a blanket. Jenna sank to her knees. She was so tired, and if she was in the cage, she was separated from further torment for now. She crawled onto the mattress and watched the woman go back to the cabinet. A few minutes later she returned with two small bowls. One had water, the other had some creamy liquid in it. “As you progress with your training, your menu will change.”

  Cynthia locked the cage and walked to the door. “The bowls will be empty by morning.”

  They woman stared at her, waiting. Finally, Jenna croaked out, “Yes, stepmother.”

  Cynthia smiled, switched off the light, and locked the heavy wooden door behind her.

  Jenna found the bowls, and in the terrifying, silent darkness she lapped the liquid until the metal sides were clean and dry. Her mind could only focus on following the woman’s orders and maybe avoiding more torture. She curled up on the mattress, and using her teeth and legs she managed to get the blanket arou
nd her. It was difficult to concentrate on where the pain was the greatest. Her feet and toes were raw and she was still aware of the agonizing invasion in her bottom… though her pussy had stopped hurting… except for the patch. Her stomach held the painful remembrance of the woman’s fist, and her arms were aching from supporting her weight. All of the tortured places made it difficult for Jenna to concentrate on escaping or the futile idea of being rescued, and at some point she fell into a deep sleep.

  In the morning… at least, Jenna assumed it must be… the light switched on and her eyes flew open. The bowls were empty, so the woman might be pleased. Instead, Jenna cringed back against the wall as she watched the man who had abducted her approach.

  He squatted down and looked at her collar. “Belladonna,” he noted. “Good, she’s pleased. That’s one of her favorites,” Sloan said. “You’re caged, so you must not have been difficult.” He opened the metal door. “Out.”

  Jenna remained frozen to the back wall. The man seemed somehow more solid and taller as he walked confidently around the torture chamber. It seemed unfair to her, that such a handsome man could be so evil. She remembered how pleasantly he had smiled in confusion when he had asked her for directions. He was his mother’s bait to attract new flowers for this nightmare, and Jenna figured that not many women would have ignored the good looking man… even when he was standing in the dark shadow beside the bar.

  Jenna recognized him when she crossed the street. She had noticed him sitting in a dimly lit corner of the bar, and had actually been jealous when he had reduced himself to call Peggy over to join him. Jenna had wanted to speak to him. She had wanted to convince the handsome stranger to take her away from the depressing future of becoming like her mother. Nancy was already going to the bars when she needed money for a new pair of jeans or blouse she wanted, and Jenna was determined not to make that her future. She was convinced that this man would drive her away from that life… and he had.