Six Masters Island - The Cinderella Syndrome Read Online Free PDF Page B

ready.”   Alexander’s brow was glistening with sweat and the whip lay along his right leg.   The girl hanging from the chains on the wall bore the welts of the excruciating torment of his endeavors.
    “Ppplease, stepmother, may this slave attend you?” the girl quivered.   Pansy hated the wicked woman, but after months of training she had been programmed to make the request as soon as the frightening witch made an appearance.   Even through the throbbing of the lash welts, she had not missed the reference to the horrible sons being gone, and it offered her a small measure of relief.
    The Master and Mistress were as aggressively cruel in their methods of training… even more so, in ways… but now there were four girls for them to divide their attentions between.   With the sons gone, it promised a break to someone constantly calling on her for more agonizing treatment.
    Cynthia ignored the girl’s request, and she said, “I will be bringing Marigold upstairs first, I think.”
    “That’s probably the wisest choice, Cynthia.”   Alexander considered the small blonde.   She was pretty, in a plain sort of way, and he thought she would make a good house servant.   “Do you have a buyer lined up for her?”
    “Shataki mentioned using her for guest services.   The Japanese always seem to have an interest in petite blondes, and with her accepting nature and adequate responses, I think it might be the best we can do with her.   I have warned Kyle about giving more consideration to his quarry.   He has the redhead this time.”   Cynthia envisioned Marigold, with her slightly small breasts and slim hips.   “It’s unusual that the blonde be the low bid for a group,” she noted.
    Cynthia made her way to Pansy, who was stretched to her toes by the chains secured to her wrist cuffs.   She ran a red talon nail down from the side of a meaty breast, over moist ribs that were brought to a painful sweat even in the chill of the dungeon, and she scraped along a welt that wrapped around her waist.   Cynthia was rewarded with a shuddering response.   “If Sloan does not choose this one… though, I expect he will… I may keep her here and send Rose with the auction.”
    No… please… no.   Pansy’s eyes widened at stepmother’s comment.   Anything would be preferable to a commitment to Sloan… except the promise of the witch keeping her as her personal slave.   Cynthia’s finger traveled lower, and Pansy quivered when she felt two tapered fingers spread her denuded pussy lips and stroke along her moist folds.   Stepmother’s green eyes gazed into her frightened lavender stare, and Pansy felt her coaxing more juices with her stroking.
    “You are such a good flower, Pansy,” Cynthia purred.   She continued to gaze into the humiliated eyes, knowing the girl would not dare to look away.   Even in climax, Cynthia insisted they keep their eyes open and acknowledge it was she who controlled them.
    Pansy… she had had another name once, less than six months ago… but, that name was irrelevant, now.   She was another flower in stepmother’s garden, to be tended and weeded to excellent service.   Anything before her incarceration at the estate was too depressing and remote.   She was the stepmother’s Pansy, and any hope that she had of being sold to a kinder situation had just been dispelled, due to the violet eyes that had always intrigued her former lovers.   She had used her lavender eyes to persuade and flirt with Sloan and unknowingly earn her place in the garden.
    Pansy felt her insides begin to spasm while the woman continued to stroke her exposed pink wrinkles.   She fought the urge to look up at the Master… she could feel his black eyes burning into her, shifting between the glistening issue from her cunt and the disparaging pain in her eyes.
    Her heart rate quickened and she fought to control the quivering gasps of arousal the hateful woman was insisting upon.   The cruel green eyes