"Summer in Paradise" by Fox
Chapter 10
The screeching of parrots overshadowed the splashing of lithe arms
knifing through the water. Cassandra, long limbs flashing against the sun lit
blueness of the swimming pool, performed her daily routine of laps. Bright
scarlet macaws, flew overhead, moving from one part of the forest to another.
Cassandra, long hair knotted into a tight bun, slid through the water as if she
were born to it.
Sipping her coffee, Angelita watched her training mistress and lover
performing her daily ritual. She knew every centimeter of that lean, muscular
body. She knew how it responded with tremors of delight to the lightest touch of
a red lacquered nail; how the silver-dollar sized brown aureoles and nipples
tasted; how sweet was the honey which oozed from the hidden folds between those
long, luscious legs. Angelita thought she knew every secret that lurked within
that lovely slender frame; it was what was in the mind that she loved the most.
The coffee was hot, fragrant, rich and dark. The beans were grown on a
private patch on a nearby mountainside, roasted with the greatest care before
being ground into a fine dark powder. Angelita relished its hot bitterness. Her
household was trained to make her coffee just the way she likes it. No one
wanted to serve her a brew that was less than perfect - once a servant had
served a cup that was weak. Angelita said it tasted like water. She had the girl
bound hand and foot and thrown in the pool. The serving girl did not drown, but
everyone learned from the example.
"Cassie, are you almost finished? It is so tiresome sitting here by
myself," she called out across the morning calm. The training mistress merely
did a somersault kick at the end of the pool, a pair of ripe buttocks shining
wetly in the sun for just a brief spectacular moment. Like the sleek backs of
porpoises playing, the twin globes broke the surface, then slid back underneath.
Angelita sighed, part in frustration, part from desire. Her stomach fluttered as
she thought of the loving she and Cassandra had shared the previous night.
The males had been amusing, as Cassie thought they would be. She had
trained them well. They both knew exactly where to put their tongues, how hard
and how long. She smiled at the memory of how she almost snapped one's neck as
he sucked on her clit while trying to reach her belly with his tongue, but from
the inside. Angelita's hand slid down to her pussy, the sleek nylon of her
bikini soft and smooth to her fingers. Her eyes widened in amazement - she was
wet!
Angelita snorted, and reached for the cigarette case on the patio table.
Clad in the briefest of thongs, her exposed breasts browned by the sun, a young
woman scampered from her spot by the pool house. A flame appeared from the
lighter she so discreetly carried.
Angelita drew in the fresh smoke, and waved the girl away. She was
horny, yes, but not for that one. She wanted to try some new, fresh meat. Her
new pussy slave.
"How's the coffee, my darling?" called Cassandra, raising her head over
the edge of the pool.
"Come see for yourself."
Like a bronzed native goddess, skin glistening golden in the morning
sun, water streaming from erect nipples, Cassandra rose from the pool. She posed
at the edge, running her hands through her wet locks, before slipping into the
high-heeled mules she had placed there.
Moving with the feline grace of a woman trained for the runway, one foot in
front of the other, she paraded herself to Angelita. Turning her back, Cassandra
catwalked over to where the cigarette girl stood holding a towel. A white terry
robe lay delicately across a lawn chair.
Sensing that Angelita was watching, Cassandra placed one foot gracefully
in front of the other, and with the exotic ease of an athlete, bent from the
waist to dry her ankles. Her shapely ass grew taut, the water droplets looking
like honeydew on the stretched golden brown skin. Her thong disappeared in the
crack between her cheeks.
She straightened and turned in one liquid motion. Her smile dazzled in
the tropical sun. Crossing the decorative interlocking brick patio, she slid
into a chair across from Angelita. She looked over at another young woman, this
one hovering behind a teacart covered in fruits. The serving girl selected a
china cup and saucer, a carafe of burnished metal, and hurried over to the two
women.
Kneeling, the serving girl placed the china cup on the table and poured
it full of steaming dark liquid.
"I must say, your daily swim keeps you looking wonderful," Angelita
praised her lover.
Cassandra smiled. Wet strands of long black hair, cascaded to her shoulders.
Water droplets jumped from the tips of the hair to her perfect bronze skin,
running down in tiny little rivers. Angelita wanted to lean across and lick the
water from her lover's flesh.
"Well, Cassie, you've had our little gringo wench for a month now, how's
she doing?" Angelita asked, her loins all a-twitter.
The training mistress took a sip of her coffee. The hot fragrant liquid
glistened wetly on her lips.
"Angelita, my sweet, such impatience! I haven't even had my morning
coffee and already you want to talk business," Cassandra teased back. "Was last
night not enough for you, my pet?" she purred.
Angelita smiled an embarrassed smile. "Oh no, last night was ...
wonderful." Her voice had dropped half an octave and was silky, husky.
Cassandra leaned forward. She ran a still damp hand across Angelita's
cheek.
"Then you must exercise some patience, little Angelita, " she cooed. Her
hand slid down the girl's throat to her chest. A long red nail, water droplet
glistening in its middle, flickered across a brown nipple. "Or perhaps I should
teach you some patience, hm?"
Angelita blushed in spite of herself. She never had - and never would -
let Cassandra ply her considerable training skills on herself; nevertheless, she
acknowledged that Cassandra knew exactly which of her buttons to push. She
brushed her hair away from her face. The morning sun glistened on her dark
skin, lending Angelita a radiant quality. She took a drag from her cigarette,
then blew the smoke out in a puffy cloud.
"There is much you can teach me, Cassie, and I am an eager pupil as you
know," she replied. Smoke drifted from her lips as she spoke. "But I am most
curious about the gringo woman. The Captain let me have her, and he took a risk
in doing so. I want to be able to justify the risk to his satisfaction," she
said coolly. "And my satisfaction too," she added in her mind.
Cassandra leaned back languorously. Her long hair dropped down behind
the chair back, rivulets of water showering down to the brickwork below. She
stretched her legs out, the motion smoothing her abdomen and making her breasts
reach for the sky. Crossing her legs at the ankles, Cassandra was very aware of
how she looked and what affect she might be having on Angelita.
"To be perfectly honest, she's coming along very nicely in some ways,
and not at all in others. She is truly submissive, and loves to be fucked, but
she is headstrong and resistant to some of the amusements that you and I enjoy.
" She paused to drink from the cup. "But I think she will work out just fine."
"And what do you think she is best suited for? The stable? The house?
I'm hoping, by the way, that she will be warming my bed at night, from time to
time."
Cassandra laughed, "Angelita, you really should stop thinking with your
pussy when it comes to these young women. So many of them need so much training
..."
"Which, dear Cassandra, you seem to enjoy doing," interjected Angelita
with a knowing, sly smile.
Cassandra smiled back. "Yes, well, I do have a knack for it you know."
She paused and raised her cup to her red lips. "The coffee is excellent this
morning, by the way. A new roast?"
"You're avoiding the question, Cassandra."
"Hm, yes, I am," she smiled back. Dark brown eyes took on a sly, almost
sinister appearance. She beckoned to one of the serving girls. "Fetch my laptop.
You know where to find it?"
The girl nodded her head. "Yes Mistress, in your study."
Cassandra patted the girl on her sarong-covered ass, hurrying her on her
way. Turning her attention back to Angelita, she took another sip from her cup,
and then spoke.
"Well mi amor, no more pussy footing around," she said, mischief making
the corners of her mouth turn up enchantingly. "Pun fully intended, by the way.
Your little gringo toy, well, as I said, she loves to fuck, but does not like to
obey orders. I tried her with some pony training, and had limited success. She
likes the bondage and the leather, but not the pony play. So I would not suggest
the stable.
"As to being a house or yard worker, I don't think you could trust her
not to do something incredibly stupid, like adding some pesticide to your
coffee."
Angelita's eyes widened at the mere suggestion that one of her
possessions might try to inflict bodily harm. Cassandra, noting the expression
of surprise, leisurely raised her cup to her mouth before continuing.
"She could be a serving wench," Cassandra gestured to the young woman
near the pool house. The girl immediately began to come toward the table.
Cassandra waved her off. "And she would be good at it, too. To say nothing of
how nice she would look in a sarong, say with bells on her ankles?"
"Mmm," Angelita mused at the thought.
"And in fact, I would recommend belling her. She is truly submissive,
but once the shock of her boyfriend's death and her capture has worn off, she
might react negatively. You don't want her sneaking up on you, or sneaking away
from the farm."
"Bell her, then."
"Nipples?"
"No. Collar and ankle only. No piercing. Not yet, anyway,"
"Done. Now, the big question is, what to do with her."
Angelita took a puff of her cigarette. As she did so, the serving girl
returned and placed a laptop computer on the table. First curtsying, the girl
backed away to stand next to the other servant.
"And what do you suggest, Cassie? By the way, make the bells permanent -
weld them on."
"My pleasure, Angelita. But first, I would like to give her some more
training."
Angelita raised an eyebrow.
"I think your little gringo will make a wonderful pleasure slave for
you. A toy, really. She likes pain, and loves crossing the line between pain and
pleasure."
"Mmm, sounds delicious. I suspected as much when I found her in the
hotel room."
"Summer - she tells me that really is her name, can you believe it? -
Summer is very responsive. In many instances, she fought the training, but her
body betrayed her, and quite quickly. She reacted very strongly to the rough
treatment from those two soldiers you assigned to her - she'd cheerfully cut off
their balls and feed them to them, which is a good move if you mean to have her
for yourself." Cassandra paused and brought an image upon the computer. "Here
is some video taken during some of our sessions. I think you might find them
amusing."
She turned the laptop around, and pushed it toward Angelita. While her
companion leaned forward to hit the enter key, Cassandra selected a ripe peach
from the bowl. Juice slithered down her chin as she bit into the fleshy fruit.
Angelita drank coffee and puffed on her cigarette as she watched the
images unfold on the small screen. The footage was of Summer, bound to one of
the many punishment frames and whipped by Cassandra; Summer being led about on
all fours, hobbled by short chains. There were images of the captive girl being
washed by other women, of her sucking off the guards. Angelita smiled to see the
girl spit in the face of one of the two soldiers who had raped her, and the
ferocity of her resistance even as the man punished her for spitting.
There were other images, too, ones that stoked Angelita's fires. She
grew hot to see Summer squatting between Cassandra's legs, licking her friend's
thighs and pussy. She knew she was getting wet as she watched Summer, being
bound hand and foot on a punishment rod, a ball gag in her mouth, a dildo
protruding from its front. Angelita paused the video, freezing the image before
her.
Cassandra laughed, the sound rich, emanating from deep in her throat. "I
thought you might find that series interesting," she said. "I'm guessing you've
reached your little treasure on the punishment rod?"
Looking up, Angelita smiled. "She does look quite splendid like that,
doesn't she? How did she respond?"
"Like a cat in heat. She howled and hissed and wiggled that pert little
ass all over the place. The butt plug really made her jump."
Angelita studied the still frame before restarting the video. Summer was
completely naked. Long red hair pulled back in a ponytail, her arms were bound
tight behind her, leather straps pinioning elbows and wrists. She lay on her
side in the straw of her stall. Angelita moved the mouseball until the cursor
reached "play". She clicked the "enter" key, and Summer began to move.
Angelita watched in fascination as Cassandra came into view. She was
dressed in a skintight black leather outfit. Cassandra was carrying a short pole
that had a collar attached to one end.
"Lie still, sweetie," came Cassie's voice through the small speakers in
the laptop. It was eerily tinny sounding. "This is the punishment rod. You're
going to be in this for a while, so you might as well not fight it."
"Mistress, why?" whined Summer. "What did I do wrong?" Angelita was
pleased to hear Summer call Cassandra 'Mistress'.
The training mistress laughed. She bent to secure the collar fastening
around Summer's slender white neck. "You didn't do anything wrong, little one,
or you'd be in the whipping stocks right now." She snapped a lock closed behind
the girl's neck. "I just want you to experience it for a while, and later, to
amuse me."
The girl closed her eyes. The leather collar was attached to a plastic
swivel with wing nuts visible. The collar raised the girl's chin up, and was
obviously adjustable vertically, but there was no way she could move her head
from side to side. The metal rod dangled down on the straw.
The camera tilted down and panned the rod. Angelita knew all about it,
had seen it in use before, but the prospect of seeing her new slave fastened to
it made her loins tingle. There was a red pushbutton about halfway down the
length of the rod, just below the spot where the silver tubing fit into a bigger
piece of pipe. Just below the red button, a leather strap was bolted to the rod.
There was another strap at the base.
The camera pulled back to a wide angle. Angelita watched as Cassandra
wrapped the lowest strap around Summer's ankles, securing her to the rod. The
girl had to bend her knees to allow for the binding.
"On your back," demanded Cassandra. Her breasts wobbled delightfully as
the girl struggled to roll over, but she was soon in position.
Cassandra leaned over her, and ran her hand down the girl's leg to her
crotch. The girl moaned at the touch. Cassandra masturbated the girl, her
fingers disappearing from view. The girl, ankles locked together, moved her
knees apart as best she could. Cassandra continued to rub her hand over the
girl's shaven pussy, bringing her captive closer and closer to bliss. The girl
began to wiggle her butt in response to her Mistress's touch. Her breath came
faster, and she moaned continuously.
This must have been what Cassandra was waiting for, for she suddenly
pulled her hand away from Summer's pussy and placed it against the soles of the
girl's feet. Her other hand shot to the red button.
"Pull your knees up," she ordered. Panting, the girl obeyed. Instantly
her ass and pussy were openly displayed as she drew her knees toward her chin.
Cassandra released the red button and the pole became rigidly locked in
place. Taking the upper strap in hand, she proceeded to bind the girl's legs
just below the knee to the pole. Lying on her back, Summer's position was
uncomfortable, but not too stressful. Cassandra walked out of camera range, then
reappeared a few moments later. In the meanwhile, the cameraman had zoomed in on
Summer's supine form. Her feet were high in the air, held immoveable by the
steel pole. Her butt was raised slightly off the straw, the skin stretched taut
and smooth. Her pussy, exposed by her bondage, was clamped shut. Anything
entering her would be penetrating a hot, very tight, wet vice.
Sounds off camera prompted a zoom back to wide. The image of Cassandra
holding a gag in her hand came into view. One side of the gag was a leather ball
attached to a leather faceplate. A long black dildo protruded from the other
side. She leaned forward and pushed the leather ball inside Summer's mouth, and
buckled the strap. Summer was now totally immobile and securely gagged.
The camera stayed wide, following the leather-clad mistress as she
stalked about her hapless victim. She slapped the girl's exposed cheeks and
thighs, wringing whimpering sounds from behind the gag. There was a squeal as
the mistress ran a finger down the tight slit which contained so much pleasure.
"So, slave, now you are totally helpless," Cassandra said, her tone
brusque and menacing, "and completely exposed." She slipped two fingers inside
the girl, which caused more moans and writhing.
"I can do anything I want with you. I can fuck you, in your cunt or your
ass. I can smother you by sitting down on the very delightful dildo that is
sticking out of your mouth." She had moved to the girl's head, and brought her
own face down close. "Would you like that, little slut? To suffocate, your last
breath being the sweet smell of my pussy and ass?" The girl's eyes were wide
with fear. Tears began to form in the corners.
"But for now," the training mistress said straightening up," I'm going
to leave you to think about three things. What you are, who you are, and what
you will be."
She reached down and smacked Summer's taut butt. "And there will be a
test, so you'd better have the right answers. Anything less than 100% will be
very painful for you."
With that, she pushed the helpless girl on her side. Angelita flicked
"close" as Cassandra's leather form walked off screen. Hand trembling ever so
slightly, she reached for the coffee carafe. One of the two serving girls began
to rush toward the table, only to stop as Cassandra waved her off. A puzzled
expression flickered across the girl's face as she retreated.
"You're going to miss the best parts," oozed Cassandra in a silken
taunt. "When I sat on her face, after plugging both her holes, of course."
Angelita poured herself some more coffee. She placed the carafe back on
the table, and quietly raised the china cup to her full red lips.
"Where is she now?" she asked, the hot coffee having sluiced deliciously
down her throat.
"In her stall, exactly as you saw her. Not that I have left her tied to
the punishment rod for days, oh no, even I'm not that wicked," Cassandra
replied. "The video was shot several days ago. I ordered her prepared like that,
just in case it piqued your interest."
Angelita fixed her friend and lover with a hard look.
"You're very sly, aren't you?" She stated flatly. Her anger was rising,
in part from unfulfilled desire.
"Angel, don't get your panties in a knot," soothed Cassandra. "I'm only
teasing you, my love."
"Don't. I don't like it." She pushed the laptop back toward Cassandra.
"Now, tell me what you think she will be good for. I took a risk taking her, and
if she ends up in the jungle as fertilizer, I'll pay for it."
Cassandra realized she had probably pushed Angelita a little too hard
this morning. Maybe it was an emotional hangover from last night, maybe it was
PMS, who knew? She thought.
"May I?" she said reaching for Angelita's cigarette case, her voice soft
and gentle. "I remember when I gave you this," she said. It was gold, with
mother-of-pearl inlay. She flicked it open, and read the engraving out loud.
"My Angel."
Cassandra looked over to her lover. Carefully withdrawing one of the
white paper tubes, she closed the case.
"My Angel," she repeated. "I could not bear it if I lost you, and so
..." she let her voice trail off.
Angelita knew she had regained the upper hand. "The girl." was all she
said.
"A pleasure slave. She is a slut. Ultra submissive. Loves to fuck.
Semi-bisexual, which with the right tutoring, can be brought out. Responds
magnificently to pain, but breaks down when it is applied indiscriminately. Push
the right buttons, and she'll do anything." Cassandra paused, waiting.
"Good. What further training does she need?" Angelita was all business.
A sip of her coffee stretched Cassandra's pause. "As you know, I worked
as a psychologist before returning here and joining you," she began. "I have
kept up my studies, through reading, the internet, and personal experimentation.
I have some ideas I would like to try out on your little gringo, a procedure I
think will make her into an even more malleable pleasure slut than she is now."
"What sort of procedures?"
"It's a process based on a mixture of hypnotic drugs, hallucinogens, and
operant conditioning. In general terms, that is." Again, Cassandra paused for
effect. "I think you will enjoy watching it, let alone the pleasure you will
derive from the results. I need a month."
Angelita considered for a moment, before replying. "You have two weeks,
Cassandra, after which I will expect some results. Don't waste it."
Cassandra smiled. "Thank you my love," she said. "You'll be very
pleased, I'm sure of it."
Angelita merely hmmphed, and looked away.
