"Summer in Paradise" by Fox
Chapter 15
"Summer, fetch me my sandals, that's a good girl."
"Yes Mistress."
Bells jingling, Summer left her kneeling position beside the dressing table
and crawled across the richly polished hardwood flooring. Summer was familiar
with every square inch of this floor, for she had polished it often enough. When
Mistress was peeved, or encountered a ball of dust, or dropped an earring,
Summer seemed to end up polishing the floor, by hand. One time Summer had to
hold a feather duster in her mouth, and sweep the entire room.
After six months as a bedroom slave, she was accustomed to being on her hands
and knees - it was the position she was trained to hold whenever Mistress was
present. The jingling of the bells was now as natural a sound for her as her
own breathing. Some days she was chained at wrists and ankles, and the chains
made a slithering sound as she crawled about, but today, she was as free as her
servitude allowed.
The girl rummaged through the walk-in. Which sandals did Mistress want? There
was at least a half dozen pairs to choose from, and she knew if she chose wrong,
she would be punished. To her surprise, Summer had come to enjoy some of the
harsher treatment she had received from Mistress Cassandra and Mistress
Angelita. Quite often she had been brought to orgasm while being soundly
whipped. Pain and pleasure were not so far apart anymore. And anyway, she was a
slave, a little slut, and did not deserve better.
Swimming! To go swimming, that would be heaven sent. She would have to be
exceptionally pleasing to Mistress before she would be allowed to go near the
pool, let alone swim in the pool.
Summer selected the rainbow sandals. Gingerly, she took the thin leather
straps in her mouth.
Angelita was preening. A shopping trip to Miami had resulted in several
luxurious items finding their way into her closet. The designer bikini and silky
wrap she was wearing were among these new acquisitions.
"Thank you Summer," she said as her slave girl placed the sandals at her
feet. Angelita continued to run the brush through her hair, making it shine like
a black topaz shot through with red streaks.
Summer crouched beneath the dressing table.
The brush hit the tabletop with a clunk. Angelita hummed as she rummaged
through a dish on her dresser, the sound of metal against china clinking in the
quiet of the room.
"There we are!" she exclaimed with pleasure. "Well Summer, what do you
think?"
"Mistress is beautiful."
A smug peal of laughter bubbled from Angelita's throat. "You'd say that no
matter what I wore, you little slut. But I thank you anyway."
Summer examined the pattern in the wood grain of the flooring. She remained
perfectly still, perfectly quiet.
"Think of how you can please me later," Angelita said as she snapped one end
of a short lead to Summer's neck collar. The other end was securely attached to
the table leg.
Angelita's sandals click clacked across the room.
Summer studied the floor as the door snicked closed.
"Hey Leon, what's this shit that we have to report to the clinic for a
physical check up? Nothing wrong with me."
"The order came from my cousin. She says all the soldiers have to have
one."
"Hey, cousin Angelita can come give me a physical any time, heh heh."
Miguel pumped his hips to demonstrate.
Leon laughed. "Yeah, that ass of hers makes me want to take up incest."
"Well, I got better things to do." Miguel raised the beer bottle to his
mouth. He closed his eyes as he poured the liquid down his throat.
"Like what? Angelita's going to Bogota; we're supposed to go with her.
And she says we have to have a check up before we go, so we'll have the fucking
check up, man."
Miguel spat on the floor.
"Shit."
Leon crossed his feet in the coffee table, and swigged his beer. "Listen,
While we're in Bogota we'll find some nice pussy, score some stuff ...Anyway,
you don't want to mess around with Angie's buddy Cassandra. So have the fucking
physical, and don't be such a hardon, okay?
The upholstered chair squeaked as Miguel lurched forward.
"Leon," he growled. "Something's not right here, get it?"
"What do you mean?"
"When was the last time you had to have a check up, huh? Why does the bitch
want you to have one now, huh?"
Leon scowled.
"Hey man, I don't know. What does it matter anyway?"
"Listen, it may not matter to you, but I think something fucking strange is
happening here, and I don't know what the fuck it is, but I know I don't fucking
like it."
"Shit man, you're just being paranoid."
Miguel slapped Leon on the temple.
"Hey fuckhead! You want to end up in the jungle? "
"Hey! Don't slap me, man!"
"Then pay attention. I don't want to end up feeling monkey shit falling from
trees and roots pushing their way through my body because someone put a gun to
my head and pulled the fucking trigger, see? I got no interest in dying young
unless I can do it while fucking the ass off some puta, and frankly, I don't see
no one around here that makes that worthwhile."
"Just don't be slapping me around, okay?"
Miguel took a puff of his cigar and laughed. He put his boots back up on the
table.
"Or what? You'll tell the witch cunt Angelita, your cousin? Fuck."
"Well fuck you too," Leon whined.
"Leon, don't be such a pussy, okay compadre?" Cigar smoke circled around
Miguel's head as he spoke. "Something stinks, I don't like it, okay? But we'll
get the fucking check ups and keep you and your cousin the witch happy, okay?
But I ain't going near that clinic, no way. That nurse, she can come here."
A nimbus of light grew around the door. The light became a beam that ran
across the hardwood floor. Summer was instantly awake. It was a skill she had
learned, like sleeping sitting up, one that helped to keep her in Angelita's
good graces.
She was surprised to see Cassandra de la Huerta stride through the open door.
"Summer, my precious?"
Summer kept silent.
Cassandra crossed the bedroom floor. She stood still, pirouetted, searching.
"Ah, there you are! Come out, little Summer."
The girl moved ahead only slightly before the chain pulled taut.
"Summer?"
Cassandra took several steps toward the dressing table. She crouched, and
reached to caress the cowering girl.
"Summer, come out of there," she coaxed, stroking the slave girl's face.
"I'm sorry Mistress, but I can't. Please don't punish me for disobeying."
Cassandra followed the chain from the padlock at Summer's collar to the
padlock at the table leg.
"Oh, I see, Angelita has kept you here. No matter, I can fix that."
The training mistress rose to her feet and stepped away from Summer's line of
sight. There was the distinctive sound of drawers being opened and closed.
"And here we go!"
Cassandra crouched again before the cowering girl. She jingled a set of keys,
then unlocked the padlock at Summer's neck.
"Out you go!" she said, helping the girl out. Stiff as she was from her
cramped position, Summer assumed all fours, and awaited further instruction.
"Sweetie, go over and sit on the bed, I want to talk to you."
"Yes Mistress."
She crawled across the floor, then perched on the edge of the mattress, knees
apart, hands behind her back, head bowed.
Cassandra studied her. Summer's auburn tresses fell raggedly past her
shoulders. She ran her fingers through the girl's red hair, soothing and
smoothing. She sat beside the frightened girl.
"Now Summer, I want you to remember back many months ago ..."
"Yes Mistress?"
"I rescued you from the Training Centre, and took you into my clinic,
remember? That's where we worked together to help you get strong, and to know
how to serve Mistress Angelita."
"Training centre ..." she shuddered.
"Yes, that horrible place," sympathized Cassandra. She placed her arm around
the girl's waist. Comforting her. "They did terrible things to you there, didn't
they Summer."
Tears welled from Summer's eyes. Vague shapes flickered through her mind, of
things being done to her, being raped and beaten ...
"But I rescued you from there, didn't I, Summer."
"Re-rescued me? ..." she sniffed.
"We went to the pool together, and I gave you pretty things to wear, and I
was going to take you swimming ..."
Summer brightened. "Swimming ..."
"That's right, swimming. Would you like to go swimming, Summer?"
The girl shook her tear stained head up and down.
Like a mother with a child, Cassandra wiped the tears from Summer's cheeks.
"Then I'll make the arrangements for you to go swimming when ever you like,
sweet Summer."
"Bu-but Mistress Angelita won't ..."
"Sshh, Summer. I'm here to help you, and you can help me."
"I don't know, Mistress. You, you hurt me, too."
Cassandra stroked Summer tenderly.
"Yes, I did, Summer, but like you, I didn't have a choice. It was Angelita
that ordered me to hurt you. "
Summer turned to Cassandra, puzzlement written across her face.
"Yes, it's true. Angelita ordered me to do those things to you. Just like she
ordered those soldiers to take you captive and to rape and beat you ..."
Brushing Summer's hair back, Cassandra continued. "Just as you're a prisoner
here, in a way, so am I. Angelita is the one who runs things around here, and
she is very, very wicked. She's planning on giving you back to those soldiers
..."
"No!" Summer started and began to rise from the bed. Cassandra, placing her
hands on the girl's naked shoulders, held her down. Summer began to cry.
"There, there, dear one," soothed Cassandra as she enfolded Summer in her
arms. "I won't let this happen to you. No I won't".
Summer sobbed her fear, her tears wetting Cassandra's blouse.
"But I need your help, little Summer. Help me, so I can help you."
Her eyes wide and wet, Summer spoke.
"Help? You?"
"Yes dear, you can help me. And then, I will help you. You just have to do
one tiny little thing for me, and then I will save you from those awful
soldiers."
"No, no," Summer shook her head in defeat. " Mistress Angelita would never
... I can't."
"Yes you can, Summer."
"No, don't know..." The girl tried to turn away from Cassandra, to flee
the bed.
"Summer!" Cassandra's anger flared. Immediately, the girl stopped her
struggle. She dropped her head, but did not face Cassandra.
"Summer," Cassandra's voice was soft once again. "I know this is hard
for you, but I do need your help. And I will protect you if you help me."
"Don't know ... I'm afraid, Mistress. Afraid."
The training mistress rubbed the small of Summer's back. The skin was
soft, smooth, the muscles underneath tense and taut.
"I know you're afraid, dear. You've been mistreated, badly mistreated,
and by Angelita. You don't want to be hurt any more, either ..." Cassandra
kissed the top of the girl's head. Placing a finger beneath the girl's chin, she
lifted Summer's face.
"Help me Summer. And I will help you."
A tremble ran the length of her body as she looked into Cassandra's
eyes. She sniffled.
"Oh-okay."
Cassandra took her into her arms. "Good girl!"
It was all arranged. Leon made a call to the Clinic, and set it up.
Cassandra's nurse would do the check ups in one of the offices at the Training
Centre at 1600 hours.
"Gentlemen," Marissa said, snapping a rubber glove over her hand. "This
is just a routine check up. As you know, we have a number of new residents here
at the ranch. With all the diseases out there..."
"Nothing wrong with my willie," laughed Miguel. Leon chuckled.
The nurse glared at the two men.
"With all the diseases out there, it has been decided that all residents of
the ranch are to have a basic physical examination and some blood tests. I
understand you two are accompanying Mistress Angelita to South America?"
"Yeah," grunted Miguel.
"As a result, Mistress Angelita felt now was the best time to have hers, and
your check ups done and out of the way. Now, gentlemen, one at a time please."
She opened the door. Leon looked over at Miguel.
"Hey compadre, I'll go first, then you, okay?"
Leon nodded and left the room. .
"I'd like you to strip down to your shorts, please," the nurse said. She
was cool and professional.
"You gonna strip down to yours too, heh?"
Marissa smiled sweetly.
"Maybe" she replied. "When it's time to check your prostate."
Miguel laughed and unbuttoned his shirt.
"Trousers too, please".
"You want I should drop my shorts too? I'd be glad to do it for a pretty lady
like you."
She smiled, ignoring his advances.
"Take a deep breath please."
"Hey, this thing's cold!"
"Yes, we refrigerate them before use. Just for fun."
"He. I can believe it!"
"Now, just keep taking deep breaths. Thank you."
The exam was routine, and the nurse was very cool and professional: blood
pressure, ears, throat, reflexes, and the gamut of routine tests.
"So, how am I doing?" Miguel asked.
"Just fine," was her reply.
"Anything else you want to check?" he leered. "You'll be pleasantly
surprised, you know."
She smiled sweetly. "I'm sure I will. But first things first."
Marissa walked behind her patient and explored her traveling case.
"I need to take some samples of your blood, and then we'll be almost
finished."
Showing him the small glass vial for his blood, Marissa gave her patient a
coy look. She swabbed his arm, and stuck him with the hypodermic.
"Ow!"
"Now, a brave soldier like you isn't afraid of a little needle is he?" she
teased. She brushed her hand down the front of his shorts. "I'd be disappointed
if you were, because I still have to check your prostate, and I wouldn't want to
ruin the fun..."
Miguel swaggered. "I'm ready when you are, pretty one." He grabbed his
crotch.
"Good", she said, jabbing a new needle into his arm.
"What the fuck? You didn't say you were gonna give me a shot."
"No I didn't, did I. But I gave you the shot anyway."
Miguel jumped the table. He grabbed at the nurse, and missed. She backpedaled
away quickly.
His knees gave out and he crashed to the floor.
"What the fuck did you do to me, you bitch!" he yelled.
The room was spinning around. Miguel's legs jerked spasmodically, then he lay
gasping for breath.
"Just gave you something to make you sleep, Miguel. You're going away for a
bit. And I'll be there when you wake up."
"You ... bitch!" he hissed.
"One final matter to check, Miguel," Marissa stepped toward him. She used
her right foot to kick him in the crotch.
He moaned in pain.
"Yes, your prostate is just fine," she said. Her voice oozed honey. She knelt
and whispered in his ear. "Dream of me, Miguel. Because I can hardly wait until
we meet again."
His eyes rolled back as consciousness fled.
