Free Six Masters Island - The Cinderella Syndrome by Candace Smith Page A

  Some were overly excited easily, to where they became distracted from their training, while others had to be trained and coaxed to offer the correct arousing performance.   Sloan had already determined that the girl would shyly try to fight her instincts and avoid pain.   Later, he would decide if it was the fear of the torture or the actual physical torment she could not deal with.   Either way, she would eventually be trained so that her responses met with his mother’s needs.   For now, he would use the fear to further her training.
    “This is going into your pussy, and it stays there until you follow my orders.”
    Jenna’s eyes widened when she looked at the long device.   She was certain that it would tear her and she began to quiver and cry softly.   He spread her reddened bald lips, and Jenna felt the cool metal of the vibrator stroking her slit and settling on the clit that had swelled into position.   The buzzing began and her hips jerked.   The thought of this stranger watching her intimate responses terrified her with a degrading embarrassment beyond anything she had ever experienced.   “Ppplease don’t do this to me,” she begged.
    She felt his thumb stroke the sensitive skin of the hollow where her labia swelled out of the junction of her thighs.   “If you don’t get wet, Belladonna, it is going to hurt when I insert this.   Feel the vibrator,” he encouraged, and Jenna felt his finger enter her.   She closed her eyes, no longer able to watch the handsome man masturbate her.   Her thighs tightened and her bottom constricted, but it was the pulsing muscles of her channel the man massaged.   She felt the phallus slowly enter her and she cried again, softly.   “You will not cum until I give you permission, Belladonna.”   Jenna sobbed out loud.
    “‘Yes, Master Sloan,’” he reminded her.
    “Yyyes, Master Sloan.”
    “If you do, we keep on with this until you obey me,” he warned.
    “Yes, Master Sloan.”   Jenna could already feel her body becoming tight, and her muscles begin to quiver as the phallus was coated with her warm, sticky juices.   He was plunging it slowly in and out while the bullet played with her bead.   At first, she thought there was no possible way she could climax in this horrible situation.   Now, she was fighting from submitting to an arousal she did not understand, and behind her closed lids she imagined the handsome stranger standing between her thighs and slowly pumping into her.
    “Ppplease, stop,” Jenna whined.   In a futile effort, her hips tried to buck him away, but it was useless.   She bit her lip and clenched her bound fists, just as her legs stiffened and she gasped.   “Oooh… oh god… no,” she cried.
    Secretly, Sloan was very pleased with her sexual response and fight for control.   Placing a large palm on her pelvis, he waited for her quivering to stop.   He watched her breasts, the pink erect tips quivering while her chest rose and fell rapidly, and when her breathing slowed he said, “Again.   You will not climax without permission, Belladonna.”
    “Please,” Jenna wailed.   “Please don’t do this to me, Master Sloan.”
    “Belladonna, you don’t speak without permission,” Sloan reminded her.   He smiled when she sobbed, and then he continued the training.   Within an hour, her unprepared muscles were exhausted and her clenching responses had become weak.   “We need to work on strengthening your pussy, Belladonna.   Your stamina is unacceptable.”
    “Yes, Master Sloan,” she cried softly.   Even her humiliation at climaxing for the stranger had dulled.
    Belladonna felt the dildo removed, and a softer, warmer rod took its place.   She looked down in surprise to find the man was inside her, his silken stiff cock sliding through the liquid response of her orgasms.   Instead of the vibrator, his fingers gently stroked her clit, until a slower building arousal filled her.   She was certain she had