by Susan Sass
Eventually all was quiet. Faith curled up in an overstuffed chair, wrapped her robe. Her ears strained for any sound. She didn’t have to wait long before she heard the footfalls of several people. Faith’s curiosity drove her to peek out. The man was carrying an unconscious Aya as one would cradle a small child. Her long ebony hair swung down like a veil of silk. She was naked from the waist up. The man noticed Faith and curt shake of his head sent her flying back into her room and onto her bed. Nervously, she chewed on her already too short nails. Tiffany ducked her head in and told Faith that there was an emergency and to be a good girl. Faith could only nod her proMise as she stared at tiffany’s departure with eyes as big as saucers.
About an hour later, the man and the doctor left and went down the hall without even a glance in Faith’s direction. She saw their faces long enough to see the worry in the doctor’s eyes and the devastation in the man’s. The last time she saw any man with such an expression was when her own father received the call that his mother had suffered a stroke. Faith ventured out of bed and crept toward the door. She was dying to find out what was going on.
“Hello there!” Faith jumped as the cheerful male voice call out to her. It belonged to a devastatingly handsome man who looked to be around thirty. Chocolate brown eyes danced as white teeth gleamed a great sMile. His skin was a dark olive tan and his long black hair was pulled back in a neat pony tail. He wore no shirt and slave trousers with sandals. In his hands was Faith’s dinner tray.
“Mind if I come in?” Handsome’s sMile never wavered as he gestured with the tray.
Faith nodded mutely and stepped back to let him in. He carried the tray over to a small end table and gestured gallantly for her to sit.
“Tiffany is occupied, so they sent me to deliver the goodies.” Faith couldn’t help but notice the slave’s lean muscles and long legs. He looked Mediterranean, but Faith couldn’t place him as having Italian, Greek or Spanish decent.
“I am also to stay and make sure you eat while I charm you with witty repartee to get your Mind off of the room next door.” He caught Faith’s hand and led her to a nearby chair and playfully pushed the stunned girl by the shoulders to sit down. With graceful, long fingers, he caught up the napkin covering the food and dramatically flicked it in the air before setting it on Faith’s lap. Bending closer he kissed his charge in the sensuous greeting Faith had begun to be accustomed to with tiffany. He smelled of fresh air and sunshine. His lips tasted slightly salty.
“Greetings, baby sister.” He knelt gracefully on the floor in front of her. “My name is Marc. My usual duties are caring for the gardens and relieving the agri-foreman when necessary but this evening, I’m all yours.”
“Oh, ugh…Hi?” Faith found her voice at last. She wasn’t frightened of the new visitor, he was completely disarMing. Faith was just still in shock from his sudden arrival and she’d always been tongue-tied around good looking men.
“Well? Go on. Eat. Eat.” Marc gestured with both hands.
Shyly at first, Faith began to nibble away as Marc obeyed his command to charm and chatted away. As Faith popped the last bite into her mouth, Marc quipped something that made her laugh out loud and began to choke. Instantly, Marc was there to pat her back and offer her water.
“You know what?” Faith waved off his apologies. “That was the first time I’ve laughed since I woke up on this island.” She s down at the once more kneeling slave. “That felt good. Thank you.”
“I am grateful that I was able to please,” Marc said humbly but that teasing sMile never left his face.
Faith swallowed and glanced at the door. “Well, you have kept my Mind off that. What happened, anyway?”
Marc shrugged. “When you make yourself an ice princess, sooner or later, you have a meltdown. And our beautiful Mistress is an Ice Queen, so, bigger meltdown. She’ll be fine and wielding her whip soon enough.” He wagged his finger at Faith as one would a naughty child. “No more questions about that one, got it? Minding one’s own business is a skill all slaves must learn. Gossip is reserved for late night whispers in the dorm.”
With the fluidity Faith had become used to seeing in all the slaves, Marc rose and caught both of her hands and pulled her to her feet.
“Now, I am to see to you bath and meds and tuck you in, so let’s go.”
Allowing the energetic young man to lead her, Faith followed meekly. She expected to be taken to the same bath that JD used. Instead, Marc led her straight out the door and toward the compound. After several days of bed-rest, Faith was winded by the time they reached the outdoor showers. They met very few people along the way, but it became very obvious from the happy greetings by slave and free alike that Marc was extremely popular.
“Come on,” Marc turned on one of the showers and adjusted the temp. He stepped out of his sandals and doffed his shorts.
Faith blushed crimson. She averted her eyes away from the athletic nude male standing in front of her. “Please,” she whispered. Tears filled her eyes as her lower lip began to tremble. “Not here.”
Marc rolled his eyes and sighed in exasperation. “Baby sister,” he began patiently. “One thing you need to learn and learn right now, modesty is not a luxury offered to slaves.” He approached her slowly as if she were a wild deer that Might bolt at the first sudden move. Gently, he pulled her robe off over her shoulders and let it fall to the ground. When Faith tried to cover herself, he tenderly took her hands away from her body and coaxed her under the spraying water. “I proMise to be a gentleman and I swear I don’t bite unless commanded to.”
Faith couldn’t help but give a slight giggle and was rewarded with Marc’ fabulous sMile. “That’s better. Just keep looking into my eyes.” Marc began to slowly lather Faith’s body. “If you keep your focus there, pretty lady, soon everyone else will disappear.”
Faith did as she was told and soon the spell that Marc cast began to take effect. They were the only two people in the world. She only saw a pair of chocolate eyes as she felt his hands slowly bathe her. Each stroke of the sponge began to feel like a caress. Faith felt light headed as shivers of pleasure ran through her. Her nipples hardened and she leaned into Marc’ hand wherever he was scrubbing. When he reach up to shampoo her hair, Faith felt something bump her thigh. Glancing down, she saw Marc’ penis was fully erect. Again, she felt the heat of a blush creeping over her face but that wasn’t the only place Faith felt heat. Between her legs, her own sex responded, swelling, aching. She took a small step closer, wanted to feel Marc cock touching her again. He stopped her and shook his head.
“Behave, newbie. You’re not ready yet and I proMised to be a gentleman.” Marc’ voice was lower, more husky. “You are very pretty though. I hope someday we will be allowed to play together. But for now, we must attend to our duties.” Quickly Marc rinsed her off, toweled her and handed her the robe as he pulled on his own clothes.
Before she knew it, they were back in her room. Marc was chatting away as if nothing happened. He saw that she took the pills tiffany left by the bed next to a glass of water. This time he had her kneel on the floor with him as he brushed her hair. Faith kept silent and just enjoyed the sound of his voice as he rattled on. She could have sworn that each stroke of the brush connected with the nerves in her crotch as her clit throbbed in an echoing rhythm.
It became harder to concentrate on what her new guardian was saying as the sleeping medicine took hold. The ache in her cunt began to diminish as her eyes got heavier and heavier. When she couldn’t stifle her yawns anymore, Marc helped her remove her robe, tucked her into bed and gave her a lingering goodnight kiss.
“Thank you, Marc.” Faith said sleepily.
“It is my pleasure to serve my sister slave.” Marc replied. “I’ll return tomorrow and if you’re a very good girl, perhaps I’ll take you out for walkies.”
Faith giggled herself to sleep.
Chapter 8
On his way out the door, Marc poked his head into the room that contained his
Mistress and gave tiffany, who was sitting vigil, a thumbs up and was rewarded with her smile of relief. With Faith accepting Marc, tiffany had one less worry on her plate and she could devote her attention to Aya. Of all her charges, tiffany hated when the Mistress needed medical attention the most. She was the worst patient ever. Of course, being sick or injured meant one was vulnerable and that was a cardinal sin to the Master’s favorite pet. In fact, he was the only one Aya would ever let down her guard around.
Tiffany sighed. There was a lot more healing that would have to happen than just some bloody lash marks. Hearts would have to heal too. She’d never seen the master look so completely devastated. Tiffany offered up a plea to whatever gods were out there that things would be well again soon.
When she woke it took a few moments to realize where she was. Aya had some cloudy memories of waking and being sedated again. She had the clear memory of the sensation of cool ointment being spread across her back as tiffany’s voice crooned gently in her ear, but she could not move. She was lying on her stomach and when she tried to roll over she found she was tied to the bed. A sharp snarl of frustration rose up in her chest at the humiliation of being bound.
She froze when tiffany touched her lightly, “Mistress, are you awake?”
“Get these fucking ropes off me.”
“Mistress Aya, please forgive me but the Master has ordered that you be tied like this. I cannot free you.”
Aya jerked angrily on the ropes holding her and raged, “Get him then!”
“Mistress the Master has already been notified you are waking. He is on his way. Please lie still. Your wounds are only just closed and if you struggle, there is the chance you could tear open a scar.”
Aya stopped fighting the ropes, but she did not relax. Tiffany gently began to anoint her back, tenderly dabbing ointment here and there on her back. She made soft tisk-tisk noises with her mouth as she worked. Finally she spoke, “mistress I know it is not my place but I cannot fathom why you would have done such a thing.”
Aya did not answer but she found herself spiraling down into her Mind. Part of her was horrified at her actions but at the same time it seemed like there had been no other option. She had been so certain. Nothing less would have sufficed. Not only had she wanted the pain, she wanted the marks, there had to be scars. She had to have a permanent reminder of this.
As to why, it was about failure, failure to obey. Aya had always been driven but lately it had become the focus of her existence. She was becoming increasingly obsessed with perfection. Demanding it from those who served her and accepting nothing less from herself. Not only in actions but in spirit, she expected a purity of commitment that transcended just actions. She wanted the heart as well as the mind.
And the advent of this new girl had triggered something inside her. Again her Master’s words, ‘there will be lots of women, but only one Aya’ echoed in her mind. This girl did not feel the same. She was not one of the others. And now the fact that Faith was a virgin added to that suspicion. She felt torn, there was no question that she was totally devoted to her Master’s vision but she sensed within herself a resistance, a reluctance, and Aya suspected she had pushed the girl too hard so that she would fail. The fear that it had not been a Mistake, the growing suspicion that she had hurt the girl deliberately resounded around inside her heart. She felt like she had betrayed her Master.
JD’s voice came from the door way. His voice was neutral, “Are you ready to behave rationally?”
Aya’s voice was chastened, “Yes Master.”
“I cannot help but wonder if you have taken leave of your senses.”
Aya lay still on the bed, hiding her face from him. She knew how she would have reacted if she had discovered a slave in her care had done something like this. She knew that she would have been enraged and she wondered what she would have done with a slave that had voluntarily damaged themselves like she had.
“Well?”
Aya continued to keep her face turned away, shamed by the tears on her face, disgusted by her weakness. She choked out, “There was no other option. Nothing less would have been enough.”
“That does not explain why.”
For the first time she turned to face him, “I went too far. I nearly destroyed her. I betrayed you.”
JD looked at her puzzled, “It was a small thing. Her injuries were Minor and are almost healed. It was at worst a Minor error in intensity. And there was no way for you to anticipate her fear of enclosed spaces.”
“Do you think? Or was I trying to break her or was I trying to destroy her? I cannot tell. With this girl I cannot trust myself anymore. I am worthless to you!” Aya’s voice was strangled and filled with confusion. “Let her take my place.”
JD covered her mouth with his hand, “Little Aya, no one can take your place, not here on this island or in my heart.”
Again the wail came up from her depths, muffled by his hand against her lips, “But I failed.”
JD’s voice was savage, “You will cease this madness. I don’t give a fuck that you failed. Stop this foolishness. If you cannot be reasoned with, then you will fucking obey. I will accept nothing less. Do you understand?” The last three words were a low compelling growl.
Instantly Aya was still, “Yes Master.”
“You will never, and I mean never, engage in this self punishment behavior again.”
“Yes Master.”
“You will move up here to the big house until I have decided you are well enough to move back to your quarters. And I will decide when that will be. Do not even ask to leave this house; do you understand?”
“Yes Master.”
JD stood looking down at Aya, his voice shook with rage, “You have no idea how it maddens me to look down at what you have done. I cannot begin to contemplate what would be a just consequence for such wanton disregard for my needsLay there and think about that… think about how I will never have the joy of looking at your back without this reminder being rubbed in my face.”
Aya flinched and closed her eyes. She could not bear the look on his face. She heard him turn to leave and as he walked out she heard tiffany cautiously ask, “Master, mistress Aya had asked to be untied. What are your wishes in this matter?”
Aya heard JD’s short barked response, “If it is medically indicated…”
Aya felt tiffany’s hands deftly untying the ropes on her arms and legs. Her voice was crisp, “mistress Aya, the doctor says you are to not move around much and not to lie on your back.” When it came to nursing, tiffany was quite good at relaying the orders. For someone who looked so young, she was implacable when it came to following the doctor’s orders. Aya knew better than to argue.
“Would it be medically permitted to turn on my side?” Aya’s voice was acid and bitter. Without waiting for an answer she turned her back on the room.
Chapter 9
Faith woke, still feeling Marc’ kiss on her lips and wondering when he would be by again. He was so nice. Why couldn’t the others be like Marc and tiffany? It would make this place almost bearable. Faith stretched and yawned away the last clouds of sleep that hung around her. For the first time since she’d been left here, she really had something to look forward to. Walkies with Marc. Faith s at the thought.
Upset voices from the other room invaded her pleasant thoughts. This time she could hear every word. Aya had hurt herself? Over what? As though the voices were ropes pulling her, Faith got out of bed and tiptoed closer and closer to their source. She didn’t really want to eavesdrop, but the emotions emanating from Aya’s room were a siren’s call.
Before she realized what she had done, she was staring at the strange scene. Aya was bound on her tummy to the bed. Tiffany was on her knees next to her. The man was standing over her, asking her again why she hurt herself. Aya was giving her heart wrenching explanation. The anger in the man’s voice was palpable. Faith didn’t want to stick around and get caught when he was in such a mood. She ducked back into her room almos
t within a heartbeat of hearing the man give permission to let Aya go and his enraged egress.
One thing was crystal clear. JD and Aya loved each other. They still spoke in that strange Master to slave language, but the undertones were so different from the devoted slave and affectionate master she’d always witnessed before. There was real, honest love between the two, like soul mates. The pain, even the anger did very little to mask it and whatever Aya had done was now ripping them both to shreds.
