CHAPTER TEN – INCARCERATION
Jeanne Ellen arrived at the Hermitage at nine thirty the next morning. Her cover was tight. Her story could be vetted by experts and would show that she was the number one submissive to Master Kendrick of the island of Curacao in the Dutch Caribbean. She was being sent as his emissary to evaluate the Hermitage as a vacation reward for his submissives.
She was greeted immediately by Gwyn and Victoria. "Welcome to the Hermitage, Jamila. Master Kendrick has informed us of your purpose here and has requested that you receive respective hospitalities during you days here. I am Gwyneth, Mistress of the Hermitage and this is Victoria, my number one. You have much in common and I have instructed her to be both forthcoming and helpful as your personal guide. Let's get you settled. We can meet in the lounge in, let's say, one hour." Gwyn was all businesswoman smiles. Jeanne Ellen distrusted her immediately. The word 'smarmy' came to mind.
"Please come with me, Jamila. Your room is on the third floor." Poor Victoria looked like a well trained puppy. This could come in handy later on.
Jeanne Ellen's room overlooked the courtyard and pool area. No doubt to promote the luxury and benefits of the spa. With her investigator's eyes, she saw a perfect vantage point to plan her reconnoiter.
Small talk was always a good way to find out information without seeming to pry. "So Victoria, how long have you been with your Mistress?" Jeanne Ellen asked while unpacking her bag.
"I have been Mistress Gwyn's sub for eight years. I have been honored to be her 'number one' for the last three. And please, call me Vicky when we are in private." Victoria was visibly more relaxed when she was out of eyesight and earshot of her Mistress. She was actually smiling.
"And you, Jamila?"
Jeanne Ellen proceeded to relate her background as if she had actually lived it and was proud of her accomplishments. "Closer to seven years. My relationship with Master Kendrick has gone through many phases first as slave, than as sub. I am now his number one and oversee all who serve in both of his households."
"So much responsibility! He must have great faith in your abilities. Are you collared?"
"Master doesn't collar. All who serve him consent of their own free will and can leave his households at the end of their contracts. With this freedom comes great loyalty. Few choose to leave. He is a harsh and powerful man, but generous and protective of all who serve him. And Mistress Gwyn, how is it like to serve under her?"
"Mistress Gwyn is a very strong woman. Her life is here at Hermitage and Awakenings. Her ability to be a successful businesswoman in a mostly male dominated field makes her quite special. All who serve her are fortunate to live in such a beautiful place." Vicky had avoided any indication of affection towards her Mistress. A fact not missed on the ever-alert Jeanne Ellen.
"Are there slaves here also?" Slaves were more fearful and would quickly report to their Mistress any activity or conversations that might cause retributions later.
"There are a few bois (male slaves) and females, but they are mostly used in the classrooms as lab-rats. Many of the instructors and all the security personnel are employees. We don't have to treat them as our Doms, but any insolent behavior toward them is severely punished by Mistress Gwyn. Come, let's finish here and join the Mistress in the lounge. I'm sure she wants you to see everything."
I doubt that. But I guarantee that I will see everything. But first I need to find Plum. What an enigma she must be to put Carlos in such a state of concern. I can't let her see me, but I am to keep a close eye on her. You truly enjoy putting challenges in front of me, Carlos. I haven't failed you yet and I'm not about to now.
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Stephanie couldn't stop shivering. It wasn't cold in the cage room, in fact if anything it was a little too warm. What was giving her the chills was what she saw in this garage-sized room: six five-foot by five-foot cages, three along each wall. One cage was empty. Each of the other five held a woman. Steph was the only one still clothed. The others were completely naked. No wonder it's so warm in here. But I'm not about to take anything off, if I don't have to. God please, don't make me have to!
The door to the room opened and NeeNee was brought in assisted by two tee-shirted goons. She was practically comatose and barely able to stand on her own. Tossed into the empty cage next to Steph's she never moved from her original position. Tears formed in Steph's eyes at the pitiful sight of her new friend. They dried instantaneously as the men approached her cage. Shit! Here it comes!
The men glared hungrily at her through the bars. The big one with the spiky red hair spoke as he fiddled with his ring of keys. "So, this is the 'special handling' we were warned about. What makes you so 'special,' missy? You won't fetch much on the market…too old. You're easy on the eyes, but I've seen better. And you sure as hell aren't part of the lifestyle. You must put the shine on somebody's balls or you wouldn't be here. We're not allowed to evaluate you, but you sure as hell can watch. You might as well get a peek at the rest of your life." In one lightning fast move, he had her out of the cage and her hands cuffed behind her back.
Steph wasn't sure if she could make her legs work, but that turned out not to be a problem. She was propelled forward by a strong push from behind. Red's partner opened one of the other cages and a young blonde woman was grabbed by her hair and dragged out. She yipped once and began to whimper softly. "Come on, sweet thing. Let's show our 'special' guest how to have a swinging time," her handler taunted. The four headed for a room at the end of the hall.
Steph let out an involuntary gasp of horror as she was shoved into the room. It looked like a dungeon in a bad 'B' movie. There were chains and metal rings on one of the walls. There was a large wooden X on another. Wood benches, a large wooden table and uncomfortable seat-less chairs were the only furniture. In the center of the room, hanging ominously was a set of chains with thick leather cuffs. Oh my God! This is the stuff of nightmares! This can't be real! Oh Ranger, I've really fucked up now. Please, please if you can feel me, save me!
The blonde was taken to the room's center and her hands were cuffed to the chains. Red pushed a button on the wall and the chains rose, pulling the woman almost off her feet. Her toes were barely touching the floor. There was a humming sound and a second set of chains and cuffs descended from the ceiling. The woman's ankles were bound and those chains rose. Soon she was hanging in a grotesque 'U' with her face up and her private parts spread and waist-high for all to view.
These men weren't planning on viewing. They were planning on using and using hard. Steph was chained to the wall and made to watch as each man took turns. First the woman's bottom was struck with a paddle. She was hit so hard that she actually began to swing. When she yelled out, Red hit her harder and warned her to accept her punishment in silence or he would really get rough. How much rougher could you be, you bastard? Please Blondie, be quiet. I think he enjoys making people hurt. I'm afraid he'll kill you. Please, please don't yell!
When her buttocks were the proper shade of crimson, Red nodded to his companion. "She's all yours. Swing away."
The bigger man (Steph named him Animal) stepped up behind the blonde and unzipped his pants. Out popped the largest penis Steph had ever seen. He's not human! He'll rip her to shreds! And that is just what Animal tried to do. Swinging from the chains the woman had no way to adjust to his size or the assault. He would jam into her with an animalistic ferocity and then push her away allowing her to swing back onto him with little more effort on his part. The woman moaned in pain but never called out. After what seemed like forever, Animal finished in a fountain flourish that he sprayed over her face. She had blessedly passed out and was not aware of the humiliation. Steph was trying valiantly not to vomit, but she couldn't stop the tears.
As he marched her back to her cage, Red whispered into Steph's ear "Well Miss Special, think you can handle that like a pro? Sure hope so. Whoever bought you paid a pretty price. He better have something to show for his money."
Steph huddled in the far corner of her cage. It was her protection now…protection from the depravity outside. Bought and paid for. I'm going to be some asshole's property. I'm going to be a slave! Hell no! I'll die first. Damn it, Ranger. This is all your fault! Why couldn't you just let me love you? Why won't you love me? Why aren't you here to save me?
It had been a long, horrendous night. As hard as she tried, Steph couldn't fight off the wave of sleep that overtook her. She spent a fitful night, not realizing that her rescue depended on her biggest rival.