by Susan Sass
Chapter 3
She sought out the large guard that had beaten the girl on her orders. He was sitting in the shade, watching a trio of slave girls that were taking a break from working in the vegetable garden. The girls were sitting provocatively, their bodies boldly on display. Aya paused and watched as one of the girls began to run her hand over the body of another, her smile teasing as she tried to entice the big guard to come join them. Aya stepped out into the view of the girls and they froze and then jumped up and went back to work with an energy that made Aya’s grim expression soften.
She walked among them, and as when she stopped, they as one dropped to their knees, their heads lowered. Aya spoke, “Your devotion to your task is becoming. I am pleased. What reward would you ask?”
The girls looked at one another, and one whispered to another, “You ask.”
The appointed leader looked up nervously, “Thank you, Mistress Aya, you are too kind. If it would be permitted, we would like to go to the beach and go swimming after we have finished our chores.”
Aya s, swimming was a popular treat, but it involved taking a guard away from his duties. She nodded, “It has been a hot day. I will have this guard,” she nodded at the huge black man watching them, “take you.” She s evilly. “In fact I will give you a task after you swim. You have my permission to play with each other as much as you please. Enjoy yourselves, have as many orgasms as you wish, but do not touch this guard. If he tries to touch you, tell him that your Mistress says you are not to have sex with him, or touch him in any way. Though, I suspect he won’t be asking.” The girls all giggled and looked at each other and then at the man watching them. Aya looked at the vegetable garden, “But first, finish your task here.”
Aya turned and walked away, her face once again grim. As she approached the guard stood up and held himself at attention. Aya stood before him, dwarfed by his larger size. She looked him up and down disdainfully, “I am extremely disappointed in your actions today. Clearly something in your training is lacking. I had instructed to beat the new slave, to cause her pain but not to injure her. When I said bruises were permitted, it was clear to me I meant surface not deep tissue. You can imagine my anger when I discovered the clumsiness of your blows. The girl’s cunt was so badly bruised she had to be taken to the infirmary. You came close to permanently damaging the girl.”
Aya suddenly whirled and slammed her elbow into the guard’s chest. He staggered back a step, a grunt of surprise and pain rising up. He automatically fell into the posture of a sparring partner, anticipating her next blow, ready to deflect and perhaps strike back. Aya hissed, “No, you will stand at attention. This is a demonstration of how to gauge the force of your blows.”
The guard looked at her, blinking fearfully. It was common knowledge that Aya could break bones with her bare hands, and that she was very knowledgeable of pressure points. She could reduce an opponent into a mass of paralyzing agony with only a few vicious blows. He pulled himself to attention and Aya could see his eyes go over her shoulder, looking at the women in the field. Aya knew that to be beaten in front of the slaves would be humiliating. She had chosen this place deliberately.
Aya flexed her fingers, “That blow was aimed for your ribs. It hurt and there will be a bruise. But it was not hard enough to bruise or break the bones. This blow will bruise the bone.” The thud of her fist was loud. The guard grunted and coughed but did not step back or change his posture. “I will not break your ribs, but I caution you, never hit a slave hard enough to bruise the bone. It takes days, even weeks to recover from the pain of bruised ribs.” Aya grunted with the force of the next blow to his ribs. “Think about how hard it will be to fulfill your work duties with such pain in your ribs.” She struck him twice more.
She stepped back and let her arms relax, shaking them to ease the ache of the blows. “Remember that when you beat a slave, never to bruise them too deeply.” She turned sharply and kicked high, her foot thudding into his muscular stomach. The guard doubled over coughing as the air was driven from his lungs when his diaphragm contracted reflexively. “Now a blow to the abdomen is very effective but must be very carefully administered. Too hard or misplaced, it can bruise or rupture the internal organs. That blow was perfectly placed over the solar plexus and did not need much force to stop an opponent. Never strike the abdomen with enough force to bruise.” She punched him again in the solar plexus and watched as he fell to his knees. “Always use just that amount of force.”
Aya stood back and watched the guard struggle for air. When he finally stood up and looked at her there was a dull smoldering anger in his eyes. She tipped her head to one side, her voice a sharp icy lash, “I hope you are paying attention. I cannot afford to have another slave injured due to your ineptitude. I have little use for a guard I cannot trust to handle a mere slave without damaging her.”
Aya’s eyes dropped to the guard’s crotch. “Like the solar plexus, the groin is a very effective target. It is filled with nerve endings; it does not take much force to cause a great deal of pain.” She watched the guard’s eyes widen as she reached down and took hold of his balls and squeezed. Slowly she increased the force of her grip until she saw the sweat standing out on his forehead. Then she s and released her grip. The involuntary sigh of relief that came out of the guard’s mouth, changed to a deep ‘oof’ as she struck him with a sharp brutal blow. He doubled over trying to inhale. “See how even a small tap can make you see red? The agony is overwhelMing. Yet this blow will not even leave a red mark. Once the pain recedes, your balls and penis will be able to function normally.”
The guard had difficulty standing back up to attention but eventually he stood upright. This time there was no anger in his eyes, just raw fear. Both of them knew where this was going. His teeth were clenched and Aya could see the muscles of his jaw trembling. The next blow was harder and he fell to the ground, a deep groan coming up from his lips. “That will leave a mark. You will be red and swollen for a day or two.” Calmly Aya drew back her foot and kicked him hard one last time, smashing into his whole groin with her foot. A soft high pitched squeal of pain whistled out of the guard’s lungs as he groveled in the dirt, curling in a fetal position trying to protect his crushed genitals.
Aya crouched down and when he finally opened his eyes, she whispered, “That, that was deep tissue damage. That was what you did to that girl. It will be many days, perhaps longer before you will be able to make use of your cock for more than pissing. I suspect even that will be painful for a while. Once you can walk I suggest you get some ice for it. And these nice hard working girls have asked to go swimming. I said you would be glad to take them.”
As she walked away she visualized the girls frolicking on the sand, making love to one another and the guard sitting to one side, watching, with ice packed around his aching balls.
Chapter 4
Faith felt like she had stepped through another looking glass. There was no pain, no real demands. She slept on clean sheets in a real bed. People encouraged her to eat and drink and rest. She was spoken to kindly. No demands were made even though there was a definite underlying understanding that she had no choice but to acquiesce to the requests made to her.
Tiffany was the soul of gentleness. When she’d brought Faith’s first meal in her cell, Faith had written her youthful looks and sweet nature to air-headed blondness. Despite her deceptively immature appearance the girl turned out to be a skilled professional. She watched over Faith’s progress with the eye and heart of a healer. The doctor made it obvious he trusted her opinion. So Faith took whatever pills she asked her to take and when tiffany told her to get on the stretcher, born by two obviously garbed, muscular slaves, she obeyed.
Her fear had almost overwhelmed her when she realized she wasn’t’ going back to her cage, but to an enormous mansion on the volcanic slope of the island. Tiffany wasn’t there to reassure her. Aya wasn’t there to demand her obedience. Only the size of her entourage and the fear of being thrown back
down into the pit kept Faith from leaping off and running.
JD stood in the open doorway of the guest room looking at the girl. She was laying in her bed propped up with a couple of pillows, looking out the wide window at the lush rose garden beyond. He could not help but notice that she had her mother’s profile. He shook his head. That had been a very long time ago. He cleared his throat and moved to stand beside her bed. Faith seemed to shrink up in the bed, pulling the covers up like a shield and looking up at him. He could see something in her eyes as she looked back at him. He wasn’t sure if it was fear or hatred. Either way, she was now to the point of learning exactly what it meant to serve him.
“Good afternoon, Faith. I am glad to see that you are feeling better. I had you brought to my house so that I can get to know you better. When you have had some more time to heal, your training can begin again. I assume by now that you have figured out what you are here for. I won’t insult your intelligence by trying to trick you or lie to you.
“You are here to serve me. Eventually you will be trained to make sure my everyday needs are met. Aya has enough responsibility supervising the staff and compound. She doesn’t have time to deal with running the main house as well. It is my hope that you will supervise my house staff and be at my beck and call at all times. This will also award Aya some well deserved leisure time.
“As with all of my pets, you will be taught to please me as a woman. I know of your fantasies. You’ve imagined yourself a slave and being ravaged by a Master. I hate to disappoint you, but I don’t ravage anyone. I will not take your virginity by force. I am confident that eventually you will give that part of yourself to me of your own free will. You will learn that giving yourself over to the pleasure and the pain will bring pleasure and fulfillment to you as well. You will be taught to use your whole body to give pleasure. I will make use of you orally and anally once you are trained. You will have to give the rest on your own.”
“As before, Aya will be in charge of your training. Obey her every command. Give in to her every whim. She will make the transition from independent woman to slave easier on you.”
Faith paid close attention to his words. So he would demand she “please” him did he? But he wouldn’t take her by force? And the strange assertion that he would take her orally and anally but wouldn’t take her virginity. That was just freakin’ insane. Well, fine, Faith thought, it would be a cold day in hell before his cock invaded her virgin pussy. That was certain. If that little piece of flesh was the one last thing she had any control over, then she would die, at least a vaginal virgin.
The comment about running his household made her head spin. There was no way that she was suited to overseeing anyone. She’d always been a follower, not a leader. Sure, she could act the part on stage as long as the script called for it, but in real life? Not a chance. She could never picture herself in the role Aya was cast in. Causing pain and demanding obedience wasn’t her cup of tea, thank you very much. But she chose to say nothing. What was there to say? That he was some kind of crazy person, that he was wrong about her, that she could never, would never be the person he seemed to think she was.
JD stood and walked to the side of Faith’s bed. He drew back the blanket, ignoring her feeble attempt to keep hold of it. He held out his hand, “Come with me now and bathe. I will help you.” He could tell she was suspicious, even angry, but at the same time he could tell she knew she had no other option than to obey. He noted the little shudder as their hands touched for the first time. She moved stiffly, still clearly in pain, with her lips pressed together.
JD took her into a bathroom that looked big enough to drive a truck through. A huge shower was at one end and a wide sunken bathtub. JD started the water, added some scented bath oils, and helped Faith to sit down in the smoldering water. At first she grimaced from the heat, but then settled down and sighed in relief. JD turned a switch and started the whirlpool. “Soak for a while, think about what I have told you. I will be back in a little while.”
Faith lay in the soothing swirling water and for some reason beyond her comprehension, fighting tears. His words were so infuriating, but his manner had been gentle, even solicitous. It was too much to figure out and she was damned if she was going to let her guard down, let her guard down or cry, damn it. Faith soon fell asleep in the tub.
She woke with a start when she felt JD’s hand on her shoulder. She lay still, passive; avoiding his eyes as he gently washed her. There was not a portion of her anatomy that he did not run his strong soap covered hands, even very carefully cleaning all of the bruised and battered areas. He washed and brushed out her hair. JD wrapped Faith in a luxuriously soft towel. She relished in its softness. He helped her to the toilet and walked away while she did her business. When she had finished he took her to the bidet and helped her use that as well. He finished drying her off and slipped a soft robe around her. He walked her back to her bed. He removed the robe and placed her back between the clean sheets.
“Everyone who serves me is required to sleep in the nude. When you are out in the compound, you will wear a shift like the one you first woke up wearing. But as long as you are officially classed on rest and recovery, you may wear the robe here in your room. Once you are back into training breakfast and lunch are served at set times each day. Dinner can be taken at the dining hall with the others or when you have earned the privilege, you can cook in the communal kitchen in your quarters.”
JD went to the intercom on the wall and pushed the button. “Faith is awake now and will need something light to eat. Bring a tray to her bed and make sure she gets what she needs.”
“Faith, I have to go now and tend to the business of my island. If you need anything, press the button by your bed and one of my servants will help you. When I come back, I will show you how to use the entertainment system. Until then you are to rest.”
JD left the bewildered Faith alone in bed. She was confused. This was her kidnapper and tormenter. Why was he being so kind? He had led her to the bathroom. He allowed her a few tranquil moments to soak in the most luxurious bath Faith had ever dreamed of. He had washed her with gentle hands. After seeing to her needs, even allowing her a modicum of privacy, he tucked her back into bed and left, demanding nothing, asking nothing from her.
This was the one everyone addressed as Master? This was the one everyone bowed down to? Weird, just weird. He seemed actually…kind. Not the megalomaniac she’d pictured. He didn’t restrain her or even lock her in her room. Of course, Faith was still too weak to run. Perhaps he knew that for it was only moments once her head hit the beautifully soft pillow, she drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 5
Aya returned to her quarters and knelt by the foot of her bed. It was tempting to throw herself on the floor and tear at her own hair and strike in Mindless rage at herself. The disappointment in her Master’s eyes made her sick to her stomach. Even the act of carrying out his orders and exacting retribution on the guard had been flavorless. Normally the power of having a man of that size and strength submit to such extreme pain and humiliation would have made her heart race.
It was late when she heard a soft scratching at her door and Layla’s hesitant voice whispering, “mistress?” Aya’s knees felt numb and she realized she had been kneeling lost in her misery for hours. Her mouth was dry and her head ached. She could not remember the last time she had eaten or drank.
“Enter.” She could hear the soft steps of the girl’s bare feet on her floor. She could sense the girl’s confusion at finding her kneeling on the floor alone in the dark. Aya’s voice was hoarse, “You have been waiting out front?”
“Yes mistress, but it got late and the grounds guard said that no one had seen you all evening. Your house was dark. Nobody knew where you had gone. The guard said I should check inside. I hope I did not disturb you.”
Aya somehow did not want to face anyone; she knew her eyes were red and swollen from crying. “Light a candle and then get me a glass water.” While Layla s
ilently carried out her commands, Aya forced herself to stand, demanding the same grace from her own body that she expected from any slave on the island. She unbuttoned the jump suit and let it drop from her shoulders and walked to the bathroom. When she came out her face was damp from the cold water she had splashed on her face. She was still completely naked. She took the glass from the girl’s outstretched hand and drained it. Her golden skin glowed in the light of the single candle.
Aya walked to the bank of drawers in her far wall and pulled out a vicious multi-tailed cat and ran it across the palm of her hand. She fingered the knots and nodded. She turned to the girl standing frozen, her eyes suddenly large with terror. “You discovered the new girl’s secret. I cannot help but wonder what you were doing so far up her cunt? I had asked you to wash her, not give her a gynecological exaMination. When you bathe me, you do not delve so deeply. Is this common practice or perhaps you were indulging your curiosity?”
Layla trembled and fell to her knees, “Please mistress, I was just washing her and when she fought me I… um… I just wanted to show her not to be so uncooperative.” Layla eyed the whip in Aya’s hands, “mistress, if I was disobedient, please punish me.” Her voice quavered with fear, at odds to her words.
