Patience learned that KC was independently wealthy. She had started with a sizeable inheritance and then parlayed that into a huge estate that included several well-known companies. Several years earlier, she had purchased this island. Even though it was technically part of one of the lesser Caribbean nations, it operated much as an independent state.
Her design had been to create a place where mistresses and their slaves could create a society where their interests could be pursued without outside judgment and interference. There were over one hundred mistresses who were part of the society, although only twenty five or thirty were generally in residence at any one time. Each of the mistresses was highly successful and had careers that required their attention most of the time.
There were currently about one hundred fifty slaves, all of which were female. Some were volunteers and some were bought. And then, of course, there was Patience who was won in a poker game. Patience wanted to debate that point and argue that she was kidnapped, but images of the post kept flashing before her eyes.
Each slave was owned by an individual mistress, although each was available to anyone on the island. And when a mistress was away, the mistresses in residence tried to keep the girls entertained.
The mistresses were an eclectic group. Some were into sex. Some simply enjoyed the feeling of dominating another. Others focused on intricate bondage. Some were into pony play, which Patience did not understand. And a few gained thrills by inflicting pain, although KC explained that the society had strict rules in the pain category.
KC went on for over fifteen minutes before she paused. She smiled and looked at the kneeling girl. "I'm sure you have many questions. You may speak."
"How long will I be kept here?" she asked.
"I don't honestly know," replied KC.
Patience gasped. "Well when can I expect to get my life back? School starts up again in a few days."
KC sighed and reached out, stroking Patience's cheek. "You'll never get your life back, little one. It belongs to me now. I'm sorry. I misunderstood your question."
"What?!?!?!?!" sputtered Patience with alarm. "Then what did you mean you didn't know how long I would be kept here?"
"I meant just what I said. I might decide to move you to one of my other houses. The government could become unfriendly and we might have to find a new island somewhere else. Or I might decide to sell you to someone who would prefer to keep you somewhere else."
"You can't do this to me!" shouted an outraged Patience as she rose to her feet. "It's illegal! It's immoral! It's unfair! I demand to be released this instant!"
KC leaned back in her chair and sighed again. She reached to the table and pressed a button on what looked like a television remote control, although there was no television in the room. Moments later, Jan and Jean stepped into the room.
"Cage her for the night," instructed the mistress. "In the morning, prepare her and then let her spend the day in the pillory. I'll try again tomorrow night."
"Yes, Mistress," replied the twins as they each grasped one of Patience's elbows. Patience struggled for a moment but when she realized that she was outnumbered and it was useless, she stopped resisting. The twins led her from the room and stuffed her in a tiny cage. There was really no way for Patience to get comfortable in her horrid little home, so she spent a very sleepless night curled up in an exaggerated fetal position.
The next morning, after enduring the attentions of the twins in the bathroom again, she was taken back out to the village green. Her neck and wrists were locked into the pillory, forcing her to bend at the waist. Her legs were spread wide and her ankles were bound to stakes in the ground. Before Jan and Jean left her, however, they thoughtfully oiled the new slave's body to protect it from the fierce sun.
More people seemed to frequent the green on this day than on the first. And each frequenter seemed intent on abusing Patience in some way. Her back, bottom, thighs and calves were whipped. A crop sent her breasts swaying wildly beneath her chest and made the tender outer swells glow red. Clamps were attached to her sensitive nipples and weights were hung from those clamps, stretching the nipples cruelly. No visitor spoke a word and, therefore, neither did Patience.
At around noon, Jan and Jean arrived with water for the prisoner and more suntan lotion. One redhead held the water to the captive's lips and Patience gulped down the welcome cool liquid. The other redhead coated her hands with lotion and spread it across the exposed flesh.
"Why are they doing this to me?" asked Patience. "Why do they hate me?"
"Birdie," said Jan.
"They're selling Birdie next week," explained Jean. "When Mistress KC decided to keep you, they needed a slave to take your place. You were supposed to be sold at the auction."
"And they couldn't agree which of us to sell instead of you," interrupted Jan. "So they held a lottery. And Birdie was selected. But she was always everyone's favorite. SO they're taking out on you, I guess."
"It's really not your fault," reassured Jean. "You had nothing to do with the decision. But they're angry. I think you'll have a long afternoon."
The afternoon was indeed long. The position she was in ensured that her entire body was exposed and available for use. Nothing was spared. Her sex was whipped shortly after the twins left. A little later, something huge was forced into her sex and held there by some kind of harness that was fastened around her waist. Patience did not know what was inside of her but she would have believed it if someone told her it was a watermelon. She felt stretched and full. In actuality, it was simply a very large dildo.
Her bottom did not go unabused. It was whipped again by one mistress, sending pain through her entire body. Another mistress pushed something into her bottom. Thankfully, it was not nearly as thick as whatever was in her sex but it was extremely long and caused her to start cramping, sending more pain through her body.
The teenage mistress showed up again and placed a stool in front of Patience. Then, the mistress perched herself on the stool, lifted the skirt of her toga, and inched forward until her slick petals were pressed against Patience's lips. The captive knew what was expected of her but refused to cooperate, keeping her lips pressed tightly shut. This earned her a new punishment. The angry teenager pulled Patience's tongue out and placed a large, cruel clamp on it. Throughout the afternoon, Patience never uttered a word, although she did her fair share of whimpering. In the end, she was very happy to see the twins return, signaling that her latest ordeal was over.
Chapter 6: A Gift from a Gambler
By the third day, Patience was completely compliant with KC's demands. The girl may have been seething beneath the surface, but she quickly learned to obey and to hide any signs of anger. And she never offered any resistance.
By the third week, she had learned the routine enough to avoid most punishments. Birdie had been sold to a rich European and the mistresses eventually stopped taking out their anger on the new slave.
Jan and Jean had given Patience her sex lessons. Despite being repulsed by the idea at first, she had become accustomed to it and was now servicing mistresses whenever they felt the need. After awhile, she even grew to enjoy it. It gave her a sense of power to be able to work another woman into a frenzy. And Patience knew that it was her tongue that determined when the other woman would reach her climax.