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no more sexual appetite to tap into, and yet she could already feel her exhausted muscles trying to squeeze him and grip his length.
    “That’s good, Belladonna.   When you think you’re exhausted and that you have nothing left, you will always find resources to please your Master.”   Sloan felt the grip shudder and tighten.   “You may cum, Belladonna.”
    For several days, Sloan led her through different positions and began binding her to different equipment.   He noticed her compliance as she began to get slightly more comfortable when he did not try to hurt her, and there was a building anticipation of desire when she knew she had pleased him.   Within days, she was looking forward to the reward of the intimate feeling of his cock inside of her.
    Sloan’s patient persistence always paid off.   He had discovered many years ago, after his mother’s painful indoctrination of the flowers into the garden, the girls were much more compliant to his demands.   Although he had no qualms with causing them physical pain… sometimes his desires demanded it… it was the psychological changes that gave him the greatest reward.   This one was adjusting well, though on his mother’s warning, he was coaxing his results much more slowly from her.   He had recognized her innocence when he had first seen her, but he was surprised that with a whore for a mother, the girl could be so naïve.
    Jenna’s confused mind convinced her that she might be all right, if she did as Master Sloan asked… and the woman did not come back.   She had no idea how long she had been there, but sometimes she was getting real food if she did not fuss too much about the devices Sloan attached her to.   It was one of the rewards he had told her about, and she found that within the confines of the depressing cell, her most important goal was doing what the Master wanted.   It had taken a while for her to realize that after the restrictive binding to devices, what the man wanted was for her to orgasm… but, only when he gave her permission.   It became a silent game to see if she could accomplish what he desired.
    The devices were becoming more painful and the length of time she was secured was becoming longer.   All of the strenuous exercises centered on her sexual responses, and she did not realize that it had been several days since she felt her initial humiliation at climaxing in front of him.   The few times she had managed to wait for his permission, he had been pleased.   One time, he even allowed her wash herself… though she still had to use the freezing water from the hose.
    Cynthia questioned Sloan on Belladonna’s training, after suggesting he go slowly with her.   She knew that the girl had no idea what the dungeon represented, and if her mind snapped, she would be useless to them… just another weed.   Sloan would continue to work Belladonna through positions until it was time for Cynthia to re-evaluate her condition.
     
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    Belladonna was bent over forward, with her bound arms raised off her back and chained to the ceiling.   Her toes ached and her arms were cramping from being in the position for two hours.   Belladonna’s eyes flew to Sloan’s in fear when she heard a painful wail come from deeper in the dungeon garden.
    Sloan smiled and said, “Tomorrow, Master Daryl will begin working with you.   Do not disappoint me, Belladonna.   I do not like wasting time by repeating training.”
    “Yes, Master Sloan.”   Belladonna barely slept, wondering fearfully what the new Master would expect from her.   She wanted to beg Master Sloan to stay with her.   She had learned how to please him, and he did not hurt her.   Belladonna did not understand that painful responses were also required for stepmother’s Venetia Blossoms.
     

 
    Chapter III
     
    Daryl listened to classical music, inhaling the leather scent of the interior of the car while he drove north.   He ended his trip in a large city,