The small jet landed at the private airfield where a man and a woman were parked
beside the runway. They were sitting in a large SUV awaiting the latest guests to the
Master’ brothers private island. He was Hans, head caretaker for the retreat and she was
Victoria, Mistress of all slaves kept or brought here. He was a long time friend of the
brothers, given this position because of his years of loyalty and his penchant for
dominating women. Victoria was Andrew’s first slave, his property since she was
twenty-two. Now at forty-two she had taken over the care and training of Andrew’s newer
slaves.
“So Greta is returning to us?” said Hans.
“Yes she is and it appears Andrew wants to keep her for himself since Avery wants
the new cunt,” replied Victoria, with a hint of jealousy in her tone. Even at forty-two
years old she was still a stunningly sexy woman, with long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a
figure to die for. Natural 40D tits sitting atop a toned five foot nine body that weighed
a svelte 125 pounds with all the curves in the right places, combining to make her quite a
sight.
“Don’t worry pet, I am sure Andrew will shag you too this week, you were his first
you know,” replied Hans, a man who stood six foot three inches tall, weighing in at a
muscular 250 pounds. He was forty-one and a long time friend of the Masters brothers. He
had the enviable privilege of managing their private tropical estate, one that was always
stocked with a bevy of slaves. For the ex-Navy Seal Colonel, running an island full of
obedient and nubile babes was a fitting retirement, at least he thought so.
Together these two people kept this island running like a tight ship, one that was
always ready to induct new slaves and rehabilitate uppity ones. This evening they were
waiting for the latter, with the newbie due in by midday tomorrow. As the plane taxied to
a halt they looked at each other and smiled. Though they enjoyed all their time here, even
partaking of a rather intimate relationship themselves, it was always exciting when
visitors came to join them. With a knowing look at each other, the two exited the vehicle
once the engines of the plane were powered down.
As they walked toward the jet the door opened and the steps folded out to the
ground. Avery Lyle emerged from the opening and walked down the three steps to the tarmac.
He smiled at his island caretakers as they approached him, but turned to look back at the
plane entrance just as Greta emerged.
Her entire torso was covered in rope, and with her arms folded upward behind her
back, she looked like an armless mannequin. The ropes even covered her ample bosom,
compressing her enormous tits in their tight embrace. The roping was so extensive it was
run between her legs, hiding her pussy from view. Her legs were bare, but she wore
extremely high-heeled pumps that were connected to leather ankle cuffs with a short chain
between them.
But it was her head and how it was housed that was truly amazing. A tight white
latex hood rose up from her neck, encapsulating her entire head except for an oval area
around her face. Within that oval was a mask of a smiling face with small holes cutout for
her nostrils and larger ones for her bright green eyes. A small hole at the top of the
hood allowed her platinum blonde hair to sprout out of it like a fountain. She was truly a
living doll, a seemingly sexless one at that.
Avery could see that she still had not come to terms with the announcement he made
after he had ‘dolled’ her up. The bondage was fine; she was used to it and fully accepted
it as her role in life. But once he told her she was being returned to the island never to
return to his house she felt the life crushed out of her. As she stood at the top of the
stairs, recognizing her life was being turned upside down; she could not help but tear up,
sending rivulets of moisture into her mask. She walked down the stairs slowly and
carefully; the six-inch heels and foot long hobble chain were making the stairs a
challenging trial. She reached the tarmac and stopped next to Avery, looking dejected.
Then Mei came out of the plane, a petite Asian lady who was nearly as old as
Victoria, but looked like a twenty year old. She wore a simple black mini-dress that
hugged her slim, toned body. Her jet-black hair draped down her back reaching her pert
rump and her olive colored skin looked like caramel. Her legs were covered in fishnet
stockings and she also wore high heels, but with no hobble or bondage at all. She stepped
down to the tarmac smiling brightly as her hosts came up to the group.
“Everything ready for our retreat?” asked Avery once Hans and Victoria reached
him.
“We are always ready Avery,” replied Hans, not liking Avery’s business-like
greeting too much. The Masters were always friendly first, but he also knew that Avery
contributed vast sums of money to keep this island running, so he deferred to the man.
Then to lighten the mood, Victoria said, “Shall we get back to the house? We have
the bracket attached to the truck should Greta prefer the scenic ride there.”
This made Avery smile broadly, looking at the odd post attached to the center of
the SUV’s front bumper. He exclaimed, “Yes, let’s give Greta the scenic tour.”
Greta was petrified, knowing full well what they intended for her. But when Mei and
Victoria started walking her toward the truck she shuffled along like the helpless slave
she was. Avery and Hans followed the women and when they got to the truck Hans grabbed
Greta and lifted her up like a doll, while Victoria and Mei hooked the heels of her shoes
over a short crossbar at the base of the post. Straps were wrapped around Greta’s ankles,
knees, and thighs to secure her legs to the post. Another strap was wrapped around her
rope-encased waist and secured to the top of the post, which ended just above her
buttocks.
Her eyes showed the fear she felt, a counterpoint to the smiling face the mask
portrayed. She would be able to move her upper body a bit, but the way they had bound her
left her unable to escape what was about to happen. Without further comments the balance
of the group got into the truck and Hans started driving it to the villa. There was short
and direct route they could have taken, but Hans took the ‘scenic’ route that led them
through a narrow dirt road encroached by heavy foliage. Though Greta’s upper body was
covered by coils of rope, her legs took a beating, being scratched and scraped by a myriad
of plants, with their leaves, branches, and brambles. Added to that was the way the truck
bounced over the uneven path, as it was not wide enough to be called a road, jostling and
jarring the poor woman mercilessly.
Even a seasoned slave such as Greta, also dealing with the mental blow of the
rejection of her Master, found it hard to remain composed as she was pushed through the
near jungle like fauna that encompassed the island. The ride took barely fifteen minutes,
but by the time the truck and its hood ornament reached the villa, Greta was silently
praying for mercy. And that only added to her misery, knowing full well that her torments
here were just beginning. Avery had delighted in telling her how he had a very ‘special’
week planned for her and Greta knew that meant constant pain and humiliation.
When the truck finally lurched to a stop in front of the main house Greta was
already defeated, sobbing in misery. The passengers disembarked with Avery leading Mei and
Victoria into the house, leaving Greta alone with Hans who walked around the front of the
truck to look at his old trainee. He fondly remembered when the original spoiled Greta
arrived, a haughty pampered bitch. She crumbled under his severe training and in less than
a month had become a wanton sex slave. Her ability and capacity for multiple orgasms was
her undoing, plunged into a world of pain and pleasure that she was helpless to resist.
Now he had seven days to enjoy her special charms again and he was ready to start
immediately.
“I am going to unbind you now, are you going to be a good little slave for me my
dear?” he asked, the wicked grin painted across his face clearly displaying his evil
intent.
Greta managed a nod of assent, knowing full well that any other answer was
unacceptable.
As he started to remove her from the front end of the truck he said, “Do you
remember your first time with me here? After what Avery just told me about what he has
planned for you that will seem like a picnic in the park.”
Hans said nothing more as he began to take her off the car, but what he said was
enough. Greta’s mind was reeling, having never forgotten how ruthless Hans was when he
mentally and physically broke her years ago. She, just like her replacement Dana, thought
she was being promoted when she was offered a trip to this very same island. Instead she
was stripped of any dignity and transformed into a compliant sex slave.
Now she would face a new hellish transformation, either to become a corporate slave
or in preparation for her new owner. She used to think the former was nothing more than a
cheap slut-slave and it was better to be a slave to a single Master. But after Avery
destroyed her emotionally today, she started to think it might not be so bad being a
company slut, at least she would not become attached to any single Master. But she also
knew from the experience of her initial transformation that they would strip her back down
to her feral self, eager and ready to obey whoever commanded her.
While she was immersed in these thoughts Hans managed to remove her from the truck
and lay her helpless body face down on the dirt road. There was a lush lawn a few feet
away, but that might have caused Greta a modicum of relief and that was verboten for the
next week. So he dropped her onto the hard-packed sand roadway instead. He knelt down and
began to undo the extensive rope bodice that held her torso in its tight embrace.
Greta’s arms were folded behind her back with her hands flat against her shoulder
blades and by now they were completely numb. As Hans slowly loosened the rigid bindings
that held her body she started to whimper as the blood flow was restored and the
inevitable prickly pain began. Avery’s rope work was exquisitely designed so that it
could be removed without having to unravel every strand, having been looped and secured
down the length of Greta’s spine. It still took Hans better than fifteen minutes to
release her body from the hemp cocoon leaving her lying on a pile of ropes. Her arms were
useless and Hans had to slowly bend them down and lay them at her sides, her restrained
groans of discomfort not truly reflecting the pain she actually felt.
Her back and arms were dark pink and indented with the braided pattern of the ropes
she had worn, except for a large X pattern across her back where her arms had been
secured. He rolled her onto her back to reveal a similar pattern across her abdomen and
breasts. Hans had to peel her two-inch wide nipple rings out of her breasts, since they
had become imbedded in the malleable flesh below her large areolas. Her vaginal
adornments, a small three-quarter inch ring mounted just above her clit and two one-inch
rings secured deeply into her outer labia, also had to be pulled free of the soft flesh.
Greta hissed through her gag as the hard metal rings were pulled away from her soft
flesh.
Hans could feel and see that despite the severe treatment she had undergone, she
was wet and aroused, an observation proved true when he scraped a fingernail across her
clit making her moan with a small sign of pleasure. He would have loved to shag the bitch
right there on the ground, but that was not part of Avery’s game plan so he simply moved
to her head to remove her hood and mask. First he peeled off the latex headpiece and then
removed her mask, revealing a stunning beautiful woman even after the extreme duress she
just endured.
Hans saw the fear still in her deep blue eyes and since her mouth was stuffed with
a pair of acrid smelling panties she could say nothing. He pulled the panties from her
mouth, sniffed them, and then asked, “Made you pee in your panties before stuffing them in
your mouth didn’t he?”
“Yes Master,” Greta croaked, sounding utterly defeated.
Hans grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head up as he said, “Let me help
you up my dear,” literally hoisting her up to stand on her shaky legs. Her arms were still
useless and she only squealed out of surprise by the way he manhandled her platinum blonde
hair. Apart from her high-heeled pumps, Greta was now as naked as the day she was born.
Hans then grabbed her arms and she winced from the pain she felt in her partially
numb limbs, but Hans simply said, “Good, looks like they are coming back to life.
Hopefully they won’t be permanently damaged.” Then he pulled them behind her back and
cuffed them with a pair of steel manacles, not that it was necessary, but bondage was to
be a main part of her regimen for the next week. He then fastened a collar around her
throat and clipped a leash to it before saying, “Follow me slut.”
He tugged on the leash as he led Greta around the house and toward the pool area in
the back. The back of the house faced the ocean but was sitting upon a hill that climbed
up from a pearly white beach. Hans led Greta over to a squared off area covered in bright
white gravel and ordered her to kick off her shoes and stand in the middle of the gravel.
She did as she was ordered, gingerly stepping into the sharp stones once her shoes were
removed. Hans picked up a hose and began to douse her in a cold spray of water. She slowly
turned in place, enduring the onslaught of cold water without complaint.
Hans was thorough, making sure to rinse every part of her body thoroughly and
brutally. When he was done he turned off the hose, tossed it aside, and took her leash to
lead her past the large kidney shaped pool. There was a man-made waterfall at the far end
with three streams of water cascading into the pool. They walked passed it and onto a path
that led to the beach, but turned to the left shortly after the waterfall onto another
path that led behind the wall of stones that made up the water feature.
They came to a small promontory that gave a spectacular view of the ocean more than
fifty feet below it and there they stopped. On the ground was a small barred cage barely
two feet square in shape and it was sitting under a tall rectangular metal frame that
looked like a window out to the sea. Hans lifted the lid of the cage and gestured for
Greta to step into it. She did as he expected and accepted his help as she was forced to
sit inside the cage. He did not bother to release her cuffed wrists and he had to guide
her down until her bum rested on the bottom bars of the cage and the rough rock ledge.
Once seated her legs were bent at the knees with her feet positioned at the front
corners of the cage and with her arms trapped between her back and the bars of the cage.
Hans ran a strap under her tits and used it to secure her to the back of the cage. He used
shorter leather straps to secure her legs to the sides of the cage, leaving her sex gaping
open. The bars on the bottom of the cage were narrow, except for the center six inches
where there were none, leaving her pussy and asshole fully accessible. Hans lowered the
lid of the cage while pulling her head backwards to allow room for the semi-circular
cutout in the top bars to encircle her throat.
Once the cage was closed shut he attached a sturdy chain to a ring mounted to the
cage behind Greta’s neck and then threaded it through a heavy pulley he hung from the
crossbar at the top of the frame. He began to haul her up, lifting the cage and causing it
to tilt forward on an angle the way the chain was attached to it. He raised her several
feet off the ground facing down the sheer cliff that was behind the promontory.
So far this was not so bad, Greta thought, despite the fact that she had to stare
down the sharp rocky descent to the beach below her. But when Hans rammed a metal rod up
her bumhole and wedged it against the ground to push the cage forward over the edge of the
cliff, the new pain flaring in her bowels told her this would soon become another
harrowing ordeal. Then he grabbed her labial rings and stretched them down to attach them
to hooks in the rod just below her ass, securing it tightly in her bowels.
Hans stepped up to the edge of the cliff, just behind her, and whispered, “Master
Avery wants you to spend the balance of the day contemplating your fate. Your replacement
in his stable arrives tomorrow for her initial indoctrination. Much of her training this
week will include you as an example of what can happen to her should she not be pleasing
to her new Master.”
Greta made no reply, trying hard to deal with the mounting pain in her metal packed
intestines. She heard him walk away, but what he said rang through her pain-addled mind.
My replacement! How can he so callously discard a devoted slave for a new one? She
thought, as she tried to brace herself for a day of lonely torment. The beautiful view in
front of her was in stark contrast to the misery she faced, now confirmed in the knowledge
that she was truly disposed of by her Master and already replaced by another slave.
When Hans returned to the house he found Avery with Mei, who was now naked, as she
preferred to be, along with Victoria. He was lecturing the resident slaves regarding the
arrival of Dana the following day. The four slaves knelt before him, naked, save for the
stockings and pumps they wore as their only clothing. Mei and Victoria stood on either
side of Avery, and despite Victoria’s status as caretaker of the island’s slaves, whenever
Avery or the Master’s brothers were here she was expected to display her slave status.
The four current resident slaves kneeling before Avery were all young and
beautiful, as all the women they captured were. The longest tenured, now two years into
her servitude, was Mina. She was twenty-four, she had bulbous natural E cup breasts, and a
voluptuous figure with dark brunette hair and brown eyes. Avery plucked her after she
finished culinary school, so she also became the retreat’s cook as well as a sex slave.
Beside her knelt Shonta, a lighter skinned African-American girl who was twenty-one
now, and just under two years into her slavery. Her body was skinnier than Mina’s, but she
sported D cup breasts with dark brown nipples that looked extremely nice with her golden
nipple rings. Her head was bald, having been permanently denuded, giving her a very exotic
look.
And finally there were the twins, April and May, twenty-five year old buxom blondes
who were originally acquired by Andrew. They had been here a year now, and had been
trained as a team, made to perform acts with each other that most sisters would never dare
contemplate. All four slaves sported nipple and nose rings, as all the slaves here did.
Avery was finishing his lecture as Hans entered, having informed them that they
would be sequestered in the dungeon until Dana learned the real reason she was here. None
of them would dare try and warn the unsuspecting girl, not only because of the
consequences that it would cause, but also mainly because of the futility of escape. Like
them, Dana would soon be helpless to resist her fate once they hijacked her body and her
libido. All the women here lived in a state of constant fear and sexual arousal, unable to
evade it.
Hans walked up to the group and said, “Greta is enjoying the view Mr. Lyle.”
“Avery is fine Hans, only the bitches are required to voice the proper respect
here,” replied Avery, wondering why Hans was so formal.
“As you wish Avery, will she be spending the night out there?” asked Hans.
“Possibly, but for now we have other business. Mei, you may play with the toys
along with Victoria, but have the twins ready for me in an hour. You may go now.”
Mei and Victoria ushered the kneeling slaves from the room at Avery’s command
leaving Hans alone with Avery. They discussed the regimen they would put both Greta and
Dana through this coming week. Hans was a little put off in that Avery planned to do most
of Dana’s training, but with Greta’s harsher re-education he knew he should not be
jealous. What Avery planned for Greta was far worse than Dana’s proposed training, so he
knew his sadistic side would be very satisfied.
When they were done they headed down to the lower level of the house where the
current residents were waiting to be used by them. They would have an enjoyable evening
tormenting the slaves on hand, but both men were motivated by what was coming once the
Masters brothers and Dana arrived. It would take a well-planned approach to mold both of
these women into their new roles in just a week, but it was something they had done many
times. As Dana blithely traveled towards her impending doom the screams of tortured women
echoed through the retreat, with the promise of many more to come.
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