Free Six Masters Island - The Cinderella Syndrome by Candace Smith

it as an excuse to do something horrible to her as punishment.
    “‘No, Master Sloan,’” he coaxed.
    “Nnno, Master Sloan,” she stuttered.   What kind of madhouse was she in?
    Sloan walked behind her and unlatched her wrists.   He led her over by the table and he leaned back against it, crossing his long legs.   “Kneel.”
    Jenna stared at his boots while she climbed down to her knees, feeling the coarse cement digging into them.   “Butt down,” Sloan ordered, and Jenna sank down, staring at his boots the whole time.   She was still trembling, but trying to focus on what he was telling her to do.
    “Clasp your hands together behind your ass,” he ordered.   Sloan did not mind teaching the repetitive instruction of positions.   He found a serene beauty and grace when they finally got them right… after many rounds of punishment to encourage them, of course.
    “Stand,” he ordered.   Jenna put her hands down to steady herself.   “Did I tell you to unclasp your hands?”   Jenna’s eyes filled, and she looked down at the floor and shook her head.
    “‘No, Master Sloan’,” he said patiently.
    “No, Master Sloan,” she murmured.
    “Do it correctly.”
    Jenna sank back to her knees, and she wobbled when she stood again.   Sloan stared at the hopeful misery in her blue eyes.   “Better, but you need to make it a graceful, sweeping rise.”
    “Yes, Master Sloan.”   I want to go home .
    “Go to the wheel,” he ordered.
    Jenna looked around the space and she slowly approached a wooden half arch that was bolted to the floor.   She glanced over at him to make sure it was the correct place.   Sloan decided to push it a bit, seeing that she was terrified at making a mistake.   “With your back to the wheel, hook your ankle cuffs to the latches on the floor.”   Jenna bent down and she cried quietly.   She spread her ankles on either side of the arch and hooked them.   “Lay back.”
    Her bottom touched the wood, and she was so frightened it felt as though she had been scalded.   Her body began spasmed, terrified jerks as she lay back, naked and spread out for him.   He walked over to where her head rested on the wood and he smiled when he saw her covering her breasts.   “Arms over your head, Belladonna.”
    Jenna sobbed and she begged, “Ppplease don’t hurt me, Master Sloan,” as she followed his order.
    He secured her cuffs and began molding her breasts with his hands, lightly crossing her nipples until they tightened.   Sloan said softly, “You wanted to come with me, girl.   I saw it in your eyes when you joined me in the darkness.   You were hoping I would take you away from your hopeless situation with that whore in the bar.”
    Jenna squeezed her eyes closed.   How could he know ?   She realized that there was much more to this man than just the threat of physical torment.   He knew her thoughts, and he would use them against her.   Jenna began to understand that she did not stand a chance of out-maneuvering these people and whatever plans they had for her.
    “Follow my orders and mother will be pleased.   That should be your only thought right now.   You will find that working to become a well-trained flower in her garden has its rewards.”
    “Yyyes, Master Sloan.”   Jenna could tell that where the woman seemed to take her obsession literally, this man… her son… was merely encouraging anything that would bring his mother happiness.
    Jenna turned her head sideways, resting her cheek on the smooth wood and watching the tall man cross the room.   She was too frightened to consider the other equipment, and she wondered if the appliance she was chained to was some kind of rack that would pull her limbs from her sockets.   Even if it could, apparently that was not the use this man had for it right now.
    He returned with a large silicone phallus and a small bullet shaped device.   One of the first things that Sloan tested was the libido of his flowers.