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  But it was her head and how it was housed that was truly amazing. A tight white latex hood rose up from her neck, encapsulating her entire head except for an oval area around her face. Within that oval was a mask of a smiling face with small holes cutout for her nostrils and larger ones for her bright green eyes. A small hole at the top of the hood allowed her platinum blonde hair to sprout out of it like a fountain. She was truly a living doll, a seemingly sexless one at that.

  Avery could see that she still had not come to terms with the announcement he made after he had ‘dolled’ her up. The bondage was fine; she was used to it and fully accepted it as her role in life. But once he told her she was being returned to the island never to return to his house she felt the life crushed out of her. As she stood at the top of the stairs, recognizing her life was being turned upside down; she could not help but tear up, sending rivulets of moisture into her mask. She walked down the stairs slowly and carefully; the six-inch heels and foot long hobble chain were making the stairs a challenging trial. She reached the tarmac and stopped next to Avery, looking dejected.

  Then Mei came out of the plane, a petite Asian lady who was nearly as old as Victoria, but looked like a twenty year old. She wore a simple black mini-dress that hugged her slim, toned body. Her jet-black hair draped down her back reaching her pert rump and her olive colored skin looked like caramel. Her legs were covered in fishnet stockings and she also wore high heels, but with no hobble or bondage at all. She stepped down to the tarmac smiling brightly as her hosts came up to the group.

  “Everything ready for our retreat?” asked Avery once Hans and Victoria reached him.

  “We are always ready Avery,” replied Hans, not liking Avery’s business-like greeting too much. The Masters were always friendly first, but he also knew that Avery contributed vast sums of money to keep this island running, so he deferred to the man.

  Then to lighten the mood, Victoria said, “Shall we get back to the house? We have the bracket attached to the truck should Greta prefer the scenic ride there.”

  This made Avery smile broadly, looking at the odd post attached to the center of the SUV’s front bumper. He exclaimed, “Yes, let’s give Greta the scenic tour.”

  Greta was petrified, knowing full well what they intended for her. But when Mei and Victoria started walking her toward the truck she shuffled along like the helpless slave she was. Avery and Hans followed the women and when they got to the truck Hans grabbed Greta and lifted her up like a doll, while Victoria and Mei hooked the heels of her shoes over a short crossbar at the base of the post. Straps were wrapped around Greta’s ankles, knees, and thighs to secure her legs to the post. Another strap was wrapped around her rope-encased waist and secured to the top of the post, which ended just above her buttocks.

  Her eyes showed the fear she felt, a counterpoint to the smiling face the mask portrayed. She would be able to move her upper body a bit, but the way they had bound her left her unable to escape what was about to happen. Without further comments the balance of the group got into the truck and Hans started driving it to the villa. There was short and direct route they could have taken, but Hans took the ‘scenic’ route that led them through a narrow dirt road encroached by heavy foliage. Though Greta’s upper body was covered by coils of rope, her legs took a beating, being scratched and scraped by a myriad of plants, with their leaves, branches, and brambles. Added to that was the way the truck bounced over the uneven path, as it was not wide enough to be called a road, jostling and jarring the poor woman mercilessly.

  Even a seasoned slave such as Greta, also dealing with the mental blow of the rejection of her Master, found it hard to remain composed as she was pushed through the near jungle like fauna that encompassed the island. The ride took barely fifteen minutes, but by the time the truck and its hood ornament reached the villa, Greta was silently praying for mercy. And that only added to her misery, knowing full well that her torments here were just beginning. Avery had delighted in telling her how he had a very ‘special’ week planned for her and Greta knew that meant constant pain and humiliation.

  When the truck finally lurched to a stop in front of the main house Greta was already defeated, sobbing in misery. The passengers disembarked with Avery leading Mei and Victoria into the house, leaving Greta alone with Hans who walked around the front of the truck to look at his old trainee. He fondly remembered when the original spoiled Greta arrived, a haughty pampered bitch. She crumbled under his severe training and in less than a month had become a wanton sex slave. Her ability and capacity for multiple orgasms was her undoing, plunged into a world of pain and pleasure that she was helpless to resist. Now he had seven days to enjoy her special charms again and he was ready to start immediately.

  “I am going to unbind you now, are you going to be a good little slave for me my dear?” he asked, the wicked grin painted across his face clearly displaying his evil intent.

  Greta managed a nod of assent, knowing full well that any other answer was unacceptable.

  As he started to remove her from the front end of the truck he said, “Do you remember your first time with me here? After what Avery just told me about what he has planned for you that will seem like a picnic in the park.”

  Hans said nothing more as he began to take her off the car, but what he said was enough. Greta’s mind was reeling, having never forgotten how ruthless Hans was when he mentally and physically broke her years ago. She, just like her replacement Dana, thought she was being promoted when she was offered a trip to this very same island. Instead she was stripped of any dignity and transformed into a compliant sex slave.

  Now she would face a new hellish transformation, either to become a corporate slave or in preparation for her new owner. She used to think the former was nothing more than a cheap slut-slave and it was better to be a slave to a single Master. But after Avery destroyed her emotionally today, she started to think it might not be so bad being a company slut, at least she would not become attached to any single Master. But she also knew from the experience of her initial transformation that they would strip her back down to her feral self, eager and ready to obey whoever commanded her.

  While she was immersed in these thoughts Hans managed to remove her from the truck and lay her helpless body face down on the dirt road. There was a lush lawn a few feet away, but that might have caused Greta a modicum of relief and that was verboten for the next week. So he dropped her onto the hard-packed sand roadway instead. He knelt down and began to undo the extensive rope bodice that held her torso in its tight embrace.

  Greta’s arms were folded behind her back with her hands flat against her shoulder blades and by now they were completely numb. As Hans slowly loosened the rigid bindings that held her body she started to whimper as the blood flow was restored and the inevitable prickly pain began. Avery’s rope work was exquisitely designed so that it could be removed without having to unravel every strand, having been looped and secured down the length of Greta’s spine. It still took Hans better than fifteen minutes to release her body from the hemp cocoon leaving her lying on a pile of ropes. Her arms were useless and Hans had to slowly bend them down and lay them at her sides, her restrained groans of discomfort not truly reflecting the pain she actually felt.

  Her back and arms were dark pink and indented with the braided pattern of the ropes she had worn, except for a large X pattern across her back where her arms had been secured. He rolled her onto her back to reveal a similar pattern across her abdomen and breasts. Hans had to peel her two-inch wide nipple rings out of her breasts, since they had become imbedded in the malleable flesh below her large areolas. Her vaginal adornments, a small three-quarter inch ring mounted just above her clit and two one-inch rings secured deeply into her outer labia, also had to be pulled free of the soft flesh. Greta hissed through her gag as the hard metal rings were pulled away from her soft flesh.

  Hans could feel and see that despite the severe treatment she had undergone, she was wet and aroused, an obse
rvation proved true when he scraped a fingernail across her clit making her moan with a small sign of pleasure. He would have loved to shag the bitch right there on the ground, but that was not part of Avery’s game plan so he simply moved to her head to remove her hood and mask. First he peeled off the latex headpiece and then removed her mask, revealing a stunning beautiful woman even after the extreme duress she just endured.

  Hans saw the fear still in her deep blue eyes and since her mouth was stuffed with a pair of acrid smelling panties she could say nothing. He pulled the panties from her mouth, sniffed them, and then asked, “Made you pee in your panties before stuffing them in your mouth didn’t he?”

  “Yes Master,” Greta croaked, sounding utterly defeated.

  Hans grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head up as he said, “Let me help you up my dear,” literally hoisting her up to stand on her shaky legs. Her arms were still useless and she only squealed out of surprise by the way he manhandled her platinum blonde hair. Apart from her high-heeled pumps, Greta was now as naked as the day she was born.

  Hans then grabbed her arms and she winced from the pain she felt in her partially numb limbs, but Hans simply said, “Good, looks like they are coming back to life. Hopefully they won’t be permanently damaged.” Then he pulled them behind her back and cuffed them with a pair of steel manacles, not that it was necessary, but bondage was to be a main part of her regimen for the next week. He then fastened a collar around her throat and clipped a leash to it before saying, “Follow me slut.”

  He tugged on the leash as he led Greta around the house and toward the pool area in the back. The back of the house faced the ocean but was sitting upon a hill that climbed up from a pearly white beach. Hans led Greta over to a squared off area covered in bright white gravel and ordered her to kick off her shoes and stand in the middle of the gravel. She did as she was ordered, gingerly stepping into the sharp stones once her shoes were removed. Hans picked up a hose and began to douse her in a cold spray of water. She slowly turned in place, enduring the onslaught of cold water without complaint.

  Hans was thorough, making sure to rinse every part of her body thoroughly and brutally. When he was done he turned off the hose, tossed it aside, and took her leash to lead her past the large kidney shaped pool. There was a man-made waterfall at the far end with three streams of water cascading into the pool. They walked passed it and onto a path that led to the beach, but turned to the left shortly after the waterfall onto another path that led behind the wall of stones that made up the water feature.

  They came to a small promontory that gave a spectacular view of the ocean more than fifty feet below it and there they stopped. On the ground was a small barred cage barely two feet square in shape and it was sitting under a tall rectangular metal frame that looked like a window out to the sea. Hans lifted the lid of the cage and gestured for Greta to step into it. She did as he expected and accepted his help as she was forced to sit inside the cage. He did not bother to release her cuffed wrists and he had to guide her down until her bum rested on the bottom bars of the cage and the rough rock ledge.

  Once seated her legs were bent at the knees with her feet positioned at the front corners of the cage and with her arms trapped between her back and the bars of the cage. Hans ran a strap under her tits and used it to secure her to the back of the cage. He used shorter leather straps to secure her legs to the sides of the cage, leaving her sex gaping open. The bars on the bottom of the cage were narrow, except for the center six inches where there were none, leaving her pussy and asshole fully accessible. Hans lowered the lid of the cage while pulling her head backwards to allow room for the semi-circular cutout in the top bars to encircle her throat.

  Once the cage was closed shut he attached a sturdy chain to a ring mounted to the cage behind Greta’s neck and then threaded it through a heavy pulley he hung from the crossbar at the top of the frame. He began to haul her up, lifting the cage and causing it to tilt forward on an angle the way the chain was attached to it. He raised her several feet off the ground facing down the sheer cliff that was behind the promontory.

  So far this was not so bad, Greta thought, despite the fact that she had to stare down the sharp rocky descent to the beach below her. But when Hans rammed a metal rod up her bumhole and wedged it against the ground to push the cage forward over the edge of the cliff, the new pain flaring in her bowels told her this would soon become another harrowing ordeal. Then he grabbed her labial rings and stretched them down to attach them to hooks in the rod just below her ass, securing it tightly in her bowels.

  Hans stepped up to the edge of the cliff, just behind her, and whispered, “Master Avery wants you to spend the balance of the day contemplating your fate. Your replacement in his stable arrives tomorrow for her initial indoctrination. Much of her training this week will include you as an example of what can happen to her should she not be pleasing to her new Master.”

  Greta made no reply, trying hard to deal with the mounting pain in her metal packed intestines. She heard him walk away, but what he said rang through her pain-addled mind. My replacement! How can he so callously discard a devoted slave for a new one? She thought, as she tried to brace herself for a day of lonely torment. The beautiful view in front of her was in stark contrast to the misery she faced, now confirmed in the knowledge that she was truly disposed of by her Master and already replaced by another slave.

  When Hans returned to the house he found Avery with Mei, who was now naked, as she preferred to be, along with Victoria. He was lecturing the resident slaves regarding the arrival of Dana the following day. The four slaves knelt before him, naked, save for the stockings and pumps they wore as their only clothing. Mei and Victoria stood on either side of Avery, and despite Victoria’s status as caretaker of the island’s slaves, whenever Avery or the Master’s brothers were here she was expected to display her slave status.

  The four current resident slaves kneeling before Avery were all young and beautiful, as all the women they captured were. The longest tenured, now two years into her servitude, was Mina. She was twenty-four, she had bulbous natural E cup breasts, and a voluptuous figure with dark brunette hair and brown eyes. Avery plucked her after she finished culinary school, so she also became the retreat’s cook as well as a sex slave.

  Beside her knelt Shonta, a lighter skinned African-American girl who was twenty-one now, and just under two years into her slavery. Her body was skinnier than Mina’s, but she sported D cup breasts with dark brown nipples that looked extremely nice with her golden nipple rings. Her head was bald, having been permanently denuded, giving her a very exotic look.

  And finally there were the twins, April and May, twenty-five year old buxom blondes who were originally acquired by Andrew. They had been here a year now, and had been trained as a team, made to perform acts with each other that most sisters would never dare contemplate. All four slaves sported nipple and nose rings, as all the slaves here did.

  Avery was finishing his lecture as Hans entered, having informed them that they would be sequestered in the dungeon until Dana learned the real reason she was here. None of them would dare try and warn the unsuspecting girl, not only because of the consequences that it would cause, but also mainly because of the futility of escape. Like them, Dana would soon be helpless to resist her fate once they hijacked her body and her libido. All the women here lived in a state of constant fear and sexual arousal, unable to evade it.

  Hans walked up to the group and said, “Greta is enjoying the view Mr. Lyle.”

  “Avery is fine Hans, only the bitches are required to voice the proper respect here,” replied Avery, wondering why Hans was so formal.

  “As you wish Avery, will she be spending the night out there?” asked Hans.

  “Possibly, but for now we have other business. Mei, you may play with the toys along with Victoria, but have the twins ready for me in an hour. You may go now.”

  Mei and Victoria ushered the kneeling slaves from the room at
Avery’s command leaving Hans alone with Avery. They discussed the regimen they would put both Greta and Dana through this coming week. Hans was a little put off in that Avery planned to do most of Dana’s training, but with Greta’s harsher re-education he knew he should not be jealous. What Avery planned for Greta was far worse than Dana’s proposed training, so he knew his sadistic side would be very satisfied.

  When they were done they headed down to the lower level of the house where the current residents were waiting to be used by them. They would have an enjoyable evening tormenting the slaves on hand, but both men were motivated by what was coming once the Masters brothers and Dana arrived. It would take a well-planned approach to mold both of these women into their new roles in just a week, but it was something they had done many times. As Dana blithely traveled towards her impending doom the screams of tortured women echoed through the retreat, with the promise of many more to come.

  Chapter 3: Dana’s Induction

  The limo ride was like a dream and after they picked up Andrew’s brother Jeff, Dana felt like royalty. They treated her with such courtesy and were true gentlemen to her. They helped her from the car and onto the private jet, even as she tried to contain the stunned excitement all this was causing her. It was like a magical dream and she was the poor ignored princess found by a pair of Prince Charmings, it was so hard to believe, but it was happening! Poor Midwest girl works hard and reaps the reward, Dana was so proud of herself. As she stared at the blue ocean water they were flying over, she wondered if she should have called Ma and Pa to let them know, but figured she could do it when the trip was over.

  Just a few hours after leaving her cramped apartment the plane was landing on a beautiful and lush island, the kind Dana had dreamt of many times. The landing strip was just a concrete pavement with no terminal or tower, a sign of how truly private this island was, genuinely surprising the awe struck girl. Even though she had lived in the city for years, she was basically a poor small town girl at heart. This kind of stuff was what you dreamed about, not what you actually experienced, but here she was landing on a runway lined by beautiful palm trees and little else.