Six Masters Island - The Cinderella Syndrome

by Candace Smith

  Searching frantically for answers and some understanding of her situation, Laura vaguely remembered a man. She had been jogging through the canyon as she did almost every morning, and she came out of the woods to the crossroads where three roads joined. She would have to cross the asphalt intersection to the place where the dirt trail continued on the other side.

  This far up the mountain there was very little traffic, and the two small roads leading off the main drive only led to the few houses further up the slope. They were primarily expensive vacation homes and had already been deserted from the summer. Occasionally, some of the people would come back for the holidays, but only if the roads were cleared of enough snow to make them passable.

  When Laura broke through the trees, she saw a man parked and standing outside his car. He was studying a sheet of paper and looking slightly confused. It looked like he was trying to see up the two small forks in the road and trying to make a decision.

  Jeepers, he’s cute. The man’s dark hair waved in the wind, and his eyes were as green as the maple leaves before they began changing to their autumn russet colors. He was tall, and Laura stared at the lean legs fitted into tight blue jeans while she ran passed him. The black sweater might have been meant to look casual, but it fitted his broad chest like a second skin.

  She was halfway across the road when the thought of missing out on this chance encounter finally got to her. She would spend the rest of her run wondering what might have happened if she had stopped to speak to him. Obviously, this man was not a threat to her, because he had only briefly looked up and flashed his teeth at her in a smile when she jogged by, and then he went back to studying his paper.

  She ran in a half circle back to him. “I don’t know if I could be of much help, but I know some of the houses up here. Who are you looking for? Most of the houses have been closed up already.”

  “So I noticed. I’ve already driven that leg for a while,” Daryl pointed towards the left road, “but I think I might have copied this down wrong. It’s the Martin’s two story log home.”

  “I don’t know the Martins, but there are several houses like that up here. Let me take a look at what you’ve drawn.” Laura took the paper with the crude drawing, and she looked at the little boxes and squiggled lines and said, “There isn’t much detail… no landmarks or anything.”

  “I didn’t really need to put much on it… just enough to keep you looking at it for a minute.”

  She turned at the curious statement, and it was not until the needle slid into her thigh that a dreaded weight of fear chilled her. By then, it was too late. The blood, charged and racing through her body from her run, carried the narcotic through her system quickly. Daryl barely had enough time to catch her and get the trunk open before she collapsed.

  After securing her, he used a thumb to lift her eyelid. They were a perfect match to Orchid’s mahogany golden flecked eyes, though this girl had golden hair that swayed past her shoulders. He palmed her breasts and was relieved that they were real, and other than having strong runner’s legs, her body and height were a match for his mother’s favorite exotic flower.

  When he got back in the car, he called his father. “I’ve got her, and I’m headed back.”

  “Thank you, Daryl. I’m sorry to have compromised your run with such a specific request, but I figured that since you collected Orchid, you would have an easier time finding what I needed.”

  “Anything to make mother happy. I feel guilty that Orchid worked out that way.”

  “I think Cinderella will be more than pleased when she sees what I have in mind,” Alexander chuckled.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow, then.” Daryl turned the car and drove back to the estate.

  They arrived in the evening, just at sunset. Cynthia, Alexander, Liam and Calla were all waiting on the landing at the top of the steps. “Liam, help your brother, please.”

  Daryl unlocked the trunk and asked, “Where’s Sloan?”

  “Weird, huh? He’s not back yet. Maybe he’s trying to outdo your Orchid.”

  “He never gets into the competitions,” Daryl reminded him.

  The trunk popped open, and Liam stared into Laura’s frightened eyes. “Perfect, Daryl. How did you find her so fast?”

  Daryl began untying her ankles. “I needed a runner, so I found a 5K race and sat on the sidelines. Believe it or not, she was holding fourth place when she passed by. I knew she had to practice, so I figured out her route. It was perfect… a desolate canyon trail. It’s like she was meant to join us,” Daryl replied.

  They lifted the terrified girl out of the trunk. Laura looked at the other man. They were obviously related and he was obviously not going to help her. She was standing on a gravel driveway in her running shoes, and she looked up at the stone mansion, and then back at the tree line with longing.

  “Hold her tight, Liam. If she gets loose, she won’t be nearly as easy to catch as Orchid was,” Daryl reminded him.

  Laura was so frightened that she allowed them to lead her up the steps. Daryl might have known she was a runner, but he did not know why. It was something that Laura could do alone. Her extraordinary looks made her a natural target for advances, but she was painfully shy. While she ran up the deserted canyon trail, she would try to convince herself she was a confident young woman, and she would fantasize that she took some of her admirers up on their offers.

  Ultimately, running became synonymous with arousal, and a form of sexual release for her. Her panties would be sticking to her crotch by the time she ran down to her small apartment and collapsed on her bed, quickly searching for the toy in her nightstand. She had been trying to break out of her shell and meet people, and it had taken all her courage to approach Daryl on the deserted road.

  “Cynthia,” Alexander said quietly. “You will name her, but I need to take her to train with Orchid. I had Daryl collect her especially for you.”

  Cynthia looked at the frightened girl. “She’s almost in shock, Alexander. Perhaps I should…”

  “No, Cynthia. I need this one. I promise you, they will both be returned to you and you will be very pleased with the results.”

  Alexander denied Cynthia nothing, and she could not remember the last time he had refused her. The entire suggestion was outrageously intriguing. She pushed a blonde hair behind the panicked girl’s ear. “Passion, Alexander. I have a passion flower in the garden with the same coloring and I think it would be perfect for her. I have a feeling there is more to this trembling bud than meets the eye.”

  “We’ll wash her and you can collar her before I take her away,” Alexander offered.

  While Cynthia and Alexander led Laura to the dungeon, Daryl called Sloan. He could not remember the last time that Sloan was not at least the second to return. Only the southern route sometimes beat him in. Liam and Calla waited until Daryl hung up. “He’s on his way back. The girl changed her work shift, so he had to wait an extra two days to collect her.” The trio breathed a sigh of relief.

  Laura’s feet slid from under her buckling knees while Alexander and Cynthia led her to the dark cold cellar. She was sobbing in terror, and Cynthia said, “Calm down, Passion. You’re all right. Just do as you’re told, and you’ll be fine.”

  Her knees gave out when the door to the chamber opened and she saw the equipment. Alexander and Cynthia held her up. “Alexander, she’s going to be difficult to work with. Maybe you should wait for Sloan to guide her through…”

  “No, Cynthia. I’m taking her. We’ll be fine,” Alexander replied.

  After they got her chained, Cynthia spoke softly while she stripped her. She used scissors to cut off her running bra, and let her hands stroke over the full breasts. “Quiet, girl,” she murmured. “You’re such a lovely thing.”

  Oh, god. Where am I? Laura wailed when her shorts and cotton briefs were moved down her legs to expose a full blonde bush. “She’s a virgin bud, Alexander.” The girl shuddered and turned red, and Cynthia knew that she was right.
/>   “She’ll be fine, Cynthia. Trust me.”

  “I do, Alexander.” One of the boys might break this delicate flower, but not Alexander. Cynthia remembered how gentle he had been with her when he first brought her to the estate.

  “Sloan and Daryl will train her arousal and passion, though for what I have in mind, the flower will be more of a visual display,” Alexander remarked.

  “You’re not telling me, are you?” Cynthia smiled.

  “They will be a gift, and I want it to be a surprise for you.”

  Cynthia washed the girl gently, keeping her as calm as she could in the terrifying surroundings, and using a cloth instead of the brush. There was no need to clean her insides. The collar and cuffs were plain, as Alexander said he wanted Sloan to make a set that matched Orchid’s for the girl.

  “There is one other thing you can help with, Cynthia.” Alexander held up a silver ring.

  Laura was still gagged and crying when they led her over to a wooden table. She made one stalling balk at having her wrists secured again, and she tried to keep her thighs together. Forceful, steady hands exposed her and chained her ankle cuffs to the corners of the table.

  The woman with the frightening green eyes smiled down at her and pushed a lock of her damp hair behind her ear again. She reached behind her and unbuckled the gag, and looking straight into the frightened, wide amber eyes, Cynthia said, “I want to hear her scream.”

  “Ppplease… ppplease let me go. I pppromise I won’t say anything,” Laura begged.

  “Calm down, Passion.” Cynthia stroked the girl’s breasts, and she began to cry again. “Are you ready, Alexander?”

  “Why don’t you prepare your flower?” he suggested.

  Cynthia had never masturbated a virgin before, and the challenge excited her. The girl sobbed and pleaded while a finger stroked her, barely dipping into her hole to gather the cream to spread. A queasy feeling began to flutter in Laura’s stomach, and she recognized the feeling of arousal she experienced with the small vibrator she had ordered on the Internet.

  “Oh god. This is wrong. Ppplease… ssstop,” she cried. Her hips began an involuntary push, and she cried harder. “Don’t make me do this,” she begged.

  Cynthia stopped her stroking when the girl’s clit was a red swollen nub. She blocked the girl’s view from Alexander, and spread her labia wide. She did not want the girl thrashing and causing the ring to be placed off center. Laura felt fingers press down on either side of her clit, and a stabbing pain went through the bundle of aroused nerves.

  “Aaaah… oh, god… aaaah,” Laura screamed. “Oh, stop… please.”

  Cynthia returned to stroking the girl while Alexander applied an antiseptic gel. Even with the painful insertion of the ring, it was only a few moments before Cynthia’s seducing manipulations worked. She smiled down at the girl and said, “You have permission to cum, Passion,” …and the frightened girl did.

  They led her to the cage where the shocked girl curled up on the mattress. Cynthia pulled the blanket up over her, and gazed down at her, wishing she could keep her. Whatever Alexander had planned, promised to be a delightful, erotic surprise.

  They returned upstairs for dinner, and Sloan called while they were just finishing their cordials in the lounge before going to bed. Calla watched Cynthia’s face pale slightly and she rushed to her office, calming herself into ‘rescue’ mode.

  Sloan had been traveling west and he had found his flower in Oklahoma. He was traveling home with the girl safely tucked away in the toolbox when he decided to stop for coffee. With the truck parked at the side of the building, he had not seen the police uniform until he entered the building. He turned towards the lot again, to assure himself there had not been a police car.

  Jackie Benson was a dispatcher for the Okalua Police Department, and she had ended her shift at eleven. She was complaining to Val about working the inconvenient schedule. “I’ve been there for three months, and I keep asking for days. Getting off at eleven doesn’t give me time for a life. Gladys is over fifty… what the hell does she need to be home at eleven for?”

  “Just hang in there, Jackie,” Val suggested. Crap, at least you’re not humping the night graveyard shift at this lousy diner any more. It had taken Val about a week to find out from one of the other officer’s that Jackie had slept with the Captain… what a surprise… to get the coveted position with the department.

  Val had applied over a year ago, and she had even taken the clerical courses at the technical school that Gladys had suggested. She had been told by personnel that she was next in line for the position, but that was before she made the mistake of mentioning it to Jackie. Jackie had decided working with all those cops would be more exciting than serving them coffee with Val at two in the morning, and as she did not have the patience to study, she found an alterative route to apply for the job.

  “Hi, honey, what can I get you?” Val asked the handsome man... someone totally out of reach on her night schedule. Not Jackie’s though, and she noticed her friend looking down the counter.

  “Just coffee, please.” Sloan sipped the steaming brew as quickly as he could, discreetly looking around and relieved to see there were no cameras. The cop was sitting next to the register or he would have gotten his coffee to go. The further away from her, the better.

  Jackie kept Val talking so that she could not begin a conversation with the good looking stranger. When the man stood, leaving a five dollar bill on the counter, Jackie quickly dug in her pocket and tossed the exact change for her meal next to her plate. Val watched her hustle after the man, shaking her head.

  The next afternoon when Val called the cops to tell them Jackie had not returned for her car, she could only describe the man as ‘tall, dark and handsome’, and she felt like a fool for saying it. Val had never seen the vehicle he was driving.

  Sloan froze when his thumb hit the button to unlock the door. The policewoman was coming around the side of the building. Shit… shit, shit, shit.

  “Where ya’ headed?” Jackie called out, in a voice she thought of as provocative.

  To Sloan, she sounded like she was already interrogating him. “Duluth,” he replied, and slid into the seat.

  “Hold on a minute,” Jackie said, frantically searching her mind for a ‘police-like’ type thing to say to stall him. Anyone heading to Duluth had to have a few hours to kill. I mean, what the hell could be in Duluth that could possibly require his immediate attention? She turned sideways so that the light from the gas pumps would profile her new boobs better, and she tried to figure out what else to say. Hell, other than what she had heard television cops say, the only thing she knew how to do was answer the phones. She was never even issued handcuffs. “Mind if I check your license and registration?” At least she could learn his name.

  Fuck. This was a problem, because Sloan had already lied about where he was headed, and he damn sure did not want her running his name or his tag. Sloan looked at the corners of the building and assured himself that there were no mirrors or cameras. It was the muffled sound from the toolbox that sealed it.

  Jackie’s eyes widened in shock and she stared at the silver box. “Okay, you just stay where you are, mister.” Jackie was slowly backing towards the light to get Val’s attention and signal her to call 911. She had visions of being called a hero… or at least being promoted to day shift. Unfortunately, her vision did not include the cement parking partition behind her, and she tripped and landed hard on her bottom. With Val in the kitchen washing Jackie’s non-tipped for breakfast dishes, the waitress never saw a thing.

  Sloan jogged forward and pulled the cop up from where she had landed on her ass with a surprised thud. He slid the needle through her sleeve, shoved the unconscious woman across to the passenger side of his truck, and tried to control his shaking as he got back onto the highway and called the estate.

  “Calm down, Sloan.” Cynthia tapped her laptop. “There’s no record of her calling it in, and you said there was no car.
Turn north towards Duluth, and pull over as soon as you can. You need to check her for a radio and strip her. We don’t need to bring any tracking devices east with you. Call me when you’re back on the road,” Cynthia replied.

  She turned to the family. “Daryl, I want you heading west to intercept him. He’s already collected and has no way to hide this policewoman, so you’ll have to take her when you rendezvous. I’ll call you when I hear from him again.”

  “Yes, mother.” Daryl ran from the room.

  Calla was on the edge of her seat, amazed with Cynthia’s proficiency. “Can I help, Cynthia?”

  Cynthia smiled. “I’d love some chamomile tea. I’m not nearly as calm as you think I am.”

  It was a nerve wracking thirty minutes before Sloan called again. “No radio… no equipment at all, except for the uniform.”

  Cynthia breathed a sigh of relief. “All right, she’s probably just clerical, then.”

  “But she asked me for my license,” Sloan argued.

  “Honey, she was probably flirting with you. Women do that, sweetheart.” Cynthia smiled. “You’re sure there weren’t any cameras?”

  “No, mother, I always check for them. The only other person in the restaurant was the waitress, and she didn’t see the truck. I don’t know how much of a description she can give them of me.”

  “Daryl’s headed west. He left almost an hour ago and he should meet you before daybreak. I want you to call him and transfer her to his car, and then call me and get back here.” Cynthia closed her eyes. “It’s okay, Sloan. You did the right thing.”

  “Thanks, mother. I thought I screwed up by grabbing her.”

  “She’ll be just another flower for the garden, son… or maybe a weed this time.” Cynthia hung up, rose and stretched. “We better get some rest. We’ll have two flowers to transplant tomorrow.”

  Daryl helped Sloan transfer the cop to his car. Sloan had already given her a second shot to keep her knocked out while he drove with her in the front seat of the truck. “Damn, Sloan.”

  Sloan looked down at the woman. “Yes, well, if mother wasn’t pissed off about this before, she’ll be thrilled with that.”