Patience's eyes flew wide again and she started to grunt and struggle as one of the redheads stepped between her legs with a can of shaving cream and a long razor.
"We can't have her moving like that," the girl said.
"I'll fix that," responded the other. Patience quickly found her head being yanked backward again and again she felt those horrible hooks digging into her nostrils. She was totally vulnerable and the pain in her nose took all of the fight out of her. She sat completely still as she felt fingers rubbing the shaving cream into her mound and then felt the razor scraping across her skin. The redhead was very thorough with her task. Labia were stretched and the razor scraped. They were even able to spread her bottom cheeks and scrape the razor through that hidden little valley. Eventually, oil was rubbed onto her mound and the nose hooks were removed. The twins stood the captive again and faced her toward the full length mirror.
Patience was appalled by the image that looked back at her. Her sex was completely bare! "I look ridiculous!" she thought. "I look more like a teenager than a woman!"
One of the twins ran her finger over the recently denuded flesh. "Good job!"
"Thanks," grinned the other.
Patience's heart sank when she studied the rest of her image. With her arms held behind her back, she looked like she was all breast. The gag did nothing to enhance her beauty, she thought, with much of the black ball showing between her parted lips. And with her hair still wet and disheveled, she thought she looked awful.
The final step was to dry the hair. Jan and Jean worked together with combs, brushes and hair dryer. When they were finished, they turned Patience back toward the mirror again. Patience hardly recognized herself. She normally allowed her straight blonde tresses to flow freely over her shoulders and back. The two twins, however, had teased her hair into something akin to a lion's mane. It gave Patience a totally different look; a wild and untamed look.
Finally, the two girls led her out of the room and down a hallway to a living room. Then, they had her kneel and one of them started fiddling with the leather strap that was fastened behind her head.
"You'll behave, won't you?" asked Jen.
"Otherwise, we'll gag you again," chirped Jean. Patience reluctantly nodded her head and the gag was pulled out with a popping sound. Patience flexed her jaws, thankful that the awful gag was gone and then looked up at the smiling twins.
"Why are you doing this to me?"
"Because we were told to," replied Jan.
"On this island, you quickly learn to do what you are told," added Jean.
"But why am I being treated this way? Why am I cuffed? Why was I shaved?"
"Oh, that's just standard procedures for all new slaves," responded Jean.
The word 'slave' shot through Patience like an arrow, piercing her entire being. "Slave?"
"Yep," nodded Jan. "You're a slave. Probably for the rest of your life too. I don't know what kind of slave you'll be, but I do know that you are owned."
Just then, KC walked through the door and both girls stood back and at attention. "Good morning, Mistress," they chimed together.
"Good morning, pets," replied KC as she walked slowly around the kneeling girl. "You girls did very well. I'll see that you get a reward later."
"Thank you, Mistress," they responded in unison.
KC then crouched down in front of Patience so she could look her captive in the eyes. "Welcome to the first day of your new life. You look ravishing, by the way."
"You should let me go," warned Patience. "The police have to be looking for me and it would go easier on you if you turn me over freely."
KC laughed, causing her exposed breast to bounce and sway. She was wearing something akin to a toga. A short skirt gathered at her waist, showing off her shapely figure. Rising from the waist of the skirt was a swath of white cotton that swept over one shoulder and down her back, covering her left breast but leaving her right breast visible. "If they are looking for you, they would be looking in the wrong place. You and your honey were seen leaving on a flight to Hawaii last night. The records will show that the two of you were married and it will look like you extended your break for a honeymoon.
"You can't do this!" screamed Patience.
"It's already been done," replied KC as she reached out to cup the magnificent breasts before her, causing Patience to jerk backward. KC tightened her fingers around the breasts and squeezed hard, causing Patience to squeal at the pain. "You belong to me now. Get used to it, slave."
"Never!" spat Patience.
"Find an open pole for her," KC said as she arose. "We'll try again this evening." With that, she strode out of the room.
Chapter 4: A Day in the Sun
Jan and Jean led Patience outside and into a kind of village square. Patience looked around and saw a dozen or so homes as well as several larger structures. Scattered around the green were a number of upright poles. Jan and Jean walked her to each one, having her stand next to them until they found one that they liked. Then, each girl grabbed Patience around a thigh and lifted her, moving her over the pole.
"Stop!" shouted Patience. "You can't do this to me!" Her pleas were ignored, however, and she soon felt the pole sliding into her sex. The post had a rounded head, which helped it to part her labia, although the twins managed to stretch them apart without dropping the helpless girl. Inch by inch, it slid deeper and eventually Jan and Jean lowered Patience's legs.
"You'll need to stay on your toes," advised Jan.
"It'll be painful if you get lazy," added Jean.
Patience heeded their warning and stretched her toes out to support herself. Even with her feet fully extended, however, Patience could feel the tip of the post pressing uncomfortably against her cervix.
"Please, please, please take me off," begged Patience. "I'll be good. I promise."
"We can't do that," said Jean.
"We'd end up riding poles, too," agreed Jan. "The mistress said to do this so we have to." Jean left and quickly returned with a bottle of suntan lotion. The twins spent the next five minutes coating every inch of Patience's body so she did not burn. Again, they seemed to spend an inordinate amount of time oiling up her breasts and they entertained themselves by gripping a nipple and stretching it as far as they could before the slippery little nubbins escaped from their grasp.
"We'll try to return as often as we can to reapply the lotion," said Jan once they were finished.
"We don't want this beautiful body to get all dry and burned," agreed Jean. Then the two girls walked off together, holding hands and leaving Patience to endure her ordeal alone.
She was not alone for very long, though. About fifteen minutes later, a woman wearing the same kind of toga as KC walked by. Patience called out to her.
"Please, can you help me?" begged Patience. Patience was horrified as the woman walked to a rack, selected a whip and then returned to the captive blonde. Three times, the whip whistled through the air biting at Patience's thighs. Patience became distracted by the pain and forgot to remain on her toes but quickly corrected that oversight when the post smashed harder into her sensitive cervix, threatening to punch into her womb.
Two more times, over the next two hours, the scene repeated itself. Patience would beg for help. One time, a woman selected a paddle from the rack, lifted Patience's hands out of the way, and gave the skewered girl three hard spanks on her bottom. The third woman selected a crop and gave each unprotected breast three hard slaps, sending pain shooting through Patience's body.
After three hours, Jan and Jean returned with their bottle of lotion. Again, they lathered up the captive as Patience gushed out the story of her morning. "Why are they doing that? Why do they want to hurt me? What did I ever do to deserve that?"