Each of the slaves rotated through the livery, so all of them took their turns pulling the carts across the island. The pony carts were the only form of transportation available on the island, so days in the livery tended to be quite busy.
There was one mistress who Patience had grown fond of but, unfortunately, she was only on the island occasionally. Mistress Grace would arrive about once a month and bring her three slaves with her. Then she would disappear again for several more weeks.
Mistress Grace's slaves could not have been more different. Alana, who everyone called Princess, was elegant and poised and graceful. Meredith was the island sex toy when she was in residence and was one of the favorites of most of the mistresses. Kelly was the wild child and nothing seemed to be too extreme for her. She spent most of her time with Mistress Elke. The only things that the three slaves had in common were that they were all the property of Mistress Grace and they were all exceptionally beautiful.
Some of Patience's favorite moments were the evening runs. Even when she wasn't assigned to the stables, Mistress Grace would request her services. Then she would fasten Patience and Alana to a cart and drive them down to the beach, riding in the cart behind them. She used the whip, but only with a gentle caress to urge them on. Once down to the beach, she would get out of the cart and let the ponies pull the cart across the soft sand. Then, when they reached the hard packed sand at the water's edge, she would remount the cart and the three would take off on a wild journey down the beach with waves lapping at the feet of the naked girls and hair flying in the sea breeze.
Usually, they would stop after awhile and relax in the warm sand where Grace would have the girls pleasure her or would have them pleasure each other while she watched. Patience truly enjoyed these intimate moments and grew to love both Mistress Grace and her slave, Alana.
Once, on a bright moonlit night, they just kept traveling. The whip would caress a bottom and the girls would pick up their pace. The whip would stroke a back or reach around to tickle a breast and, once again, they would move faster. They circled the entire island that night and it was after midnight when they returned to the stables. Grace unhooked the two girls from the cart and removed their tack, hanging it to dry for the crew to wash in the morning. Then she took the two sweaty girls back to her bungalow where they bathed together and then spooned in bed as the two ponies quickly fell asleep.
KC was away from the island during Grace's most recent visit. Patience was sad when the nice mistress herded her little flock onto the airplane and headed for home. She suddenly felt all alone despite the over one hundred slaves and thirty or so mistresses that were on the island. She knew that she would not be alone for long, however, when she learned that she was being summoned by Mistress Elke. She also knew that she was going to be in for a very long day.
"I hear your boyfriend's pregnant," snapped Elke as Patience walked through the front door. "The only problem is they don't know who the father is. Seems he's been sleeping around quite a bit." Elke was in a particularly bad mood and Patience knew that this did not bode well for her.
She knew that she should have run but she also knew it would only make things worse. Besides, she had cuffed her hands before making the walk over and she would be easily caught. Even with her hands free, she probably would have been easy prey for the big powerful Amazon.
Patience remained silent and simply knelt at the mistress' feet. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest and only hoped that she did not appear as terrified as she truly was. She waited for the mistress to move or to give her some sort of command.
She did not have long to wait. Elke reached down, entwined her fingers in Patience's hair and yanked the poor girl to her feet, causing Patience to shriek at the sudden pain. This provided Elke with the opportunity to push a gag into the open mouth and, efficiently, the mistress fastened the straps behind the slavegirl's head.
Patience looked around in wide-eyed terror, looking for a way to escape. Elke, as if sensing what was going on in the girl's head, decided to thwart any plans the slave was making. Grasping the hair again and using it as a handle to hold Patience in place, she swung her arm back and then punched the slave in the stomach, knocking the wind out of her.
Patience's knees were buckled as the pain exploded in her abdomen and she found herself being supported by her mane. Her entire body was a cacophony of agony and she started to black out. Elke was not done with her, however, and dragged Patience by the hair to a wooden horse. Patience's feet were spread and attached to the legs of the horse and then her body was draped backward over the object. When her wrists were uncuffed and attached to the legs on the other side and smelling salts were waved under her nose, new agony blossomed inside of her. The wooden bar dug cruelly into the flesh of her back and she was sure that her spine was getting ready to snap.
"You think that soft, mealy-mouthed Grace is so wonderful," spat Elke in a rage. "I'll show you what a real mistress is like!"
Elke spent the next three hours torturing the poor slave. Patience got to the point where the whip was almost a welcome instrument. The cane was far worse as it sliced across her belly leaving bright red welts. The rubber hose was equally bad. Patience had no idea what was inside the hose, but the heavy thuds that she heard when the hose struck her body were mind-numbing.
Elke took a few breaks during the afternoon so that her arm could rest. Patience received no such breaks. During one intermission from the whip, Elke used the poor girl as a pincushion and Patience watched in horror as needle after needle skewered her proud breasts. During another break, Patience ended up with Elke's fist and most of her forearm jammed into her sex. Elke wasn't content with a mere fisting, however. She kept pushing until she had slid a finger through Patience's cervix and into her womb, causing excruciating pain to wrack her body.
Eventually, Patience fainted and no amount of smelling salts would revive her. Elke was disgusted with the weakness of the slave and tossed her out the front door to lie in a crumpled heap until another mistress found her.
Patience awoke three days later in the infirmary with KC gazing down at her with a concerned look on her face. "How do you feel, pet?"
"Awful, Mistress," replied Patience honestly. Then she drifted off to sleep again. It was another week before Patience was released from the infirmary. She had suffered a concussion, a broken arm from being tossed through the front door and two fractured ribs from the rubber hose. The welts and other wounds had healed by then, but she had been totally covered from head to toe with injuries when she was first brought to the infirmary.
"Elke will never bother you again, little one," KC told her as she walked her slavegirl home.
"Thank you, Mistress," replied Patience. "Did you send her away?"
"In a manner of speaking," nodded KC. Afterwards, Patience learned that Elke had been taken out to sea and fed to the sharks. She was too dangerous to keep on the island and it was believed that she was too dangerous to be allowed to leave. The hatred in her would have threatened the tiny society on the island. So she was disposed of. Patience had a hard time feeling any sorrow for the cruel mistress.
Chapter 8: Deals People Make
Three years after her arrival, Patience was still a prisoner and was still dreaming of ways to escape from the island. She had quickly recovered from the injuries inflicted on her body by the late Mistress Elke. Her mind was slower to heal but she felt that she was pretty much back to normal. She was at least as normal as any other girl who had lost over three years of her life and who was a slave.