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Pleasure Island-By LindaG and Foraoo.	By : Foraoo Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Savage Garden Views: 1513 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Savage Garden. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Warning: there will be disturbing scenes
in this chapter.

Chapter 6 – Who We Are

I was surprised he slept the night. He was a stronger man than I. Or perhaps the difference went back to the fact he was here because he wanted to be? I felt the minute shift that told me he was awake. No slave in their right mind missed the least nuance of a master or one of the ‘privileged’.

I sat up, carefully turned him over and asked the most stupid question I could think of, shocking myself. I offered him more of the cream I’d put on last night, but he turned me down. I apologized again, too. I—I can’t explain why, but I needed to. I needed for him to realize that all of this was because of his foolish decision. Not because I wanted to. He finally looked at me and I froze.

His eyes were mirrors, refing ing his pain. His indifference. There was something else there, too, but I couldn’t identify it.

He began talking about his childhood, and I couldn’t help the small smile that played on my lips. It reminded me of my only pleasure in childhood. Reading. I loved the worlds that printed words took me to. Away from my own not so pleasant childhood. He began to cry. I don’t know why. I would have loved if my own mother had loved me enough to do that with me. I squeezed his hand. It was all I dared offer.

I don't know why it surprised me when Darren told me her name. I guess I just couldn't see the man I knew as being loved by anyone.
He seemed surprised that a slave knew how to read… poetry, anyway. I smiled as I quoted my favorite lines, then I caught myself. What the hell was I doing? The only poetry here was the pain and suffering of the used. I had never liked reading those, though I could have woven my whole life with such lines.

He said something more, but I didn’t hear him. If anyone came in now…

“You must get up, we have to train.”

I left him trembling behind me while I went to the grimly festooned wall. There were implements here I prayed would never touch Darren’s pale flesh. I’d felt the bite of almost all of them over the last five years. Knowing how tender his back would be, I decided on a simple riding crop. Even though I was mostly desensitized to its use, it would be enough for him. A smooth leather collar and a chain lead completed my choices and I walked back to put the appropriate items on him.

Then I warned him again about speaking. I should have punished him for speaking earlier, but I couldn’t. He’d managed to give me the only real pleasure I’d had in this savage place since I’d arrived.

And after all my warnings, the first thing he did was groan. I had to use the crop twice, but he quieted. I decided to overlook the angry glare that flashed across his features. That would be a later lesson. Time was wasting. I jerked on the leash and led him
out to two of the places he needed to be familiar with.

After taking care of personal matters and teaching him the proper way to bathe one of the masters or privileged, I left him to arrange for our feeding.

I decided on a selection of fruits and vegetables and requested they be delivered to my room. When I returned for Darren, some other slave was actually trying to arouse him without permission. The animal in me took over and I growled, pulling the slave away and throwing him to the floor.

The next thing I realized Madame Kay had hold of my wrist, ordering me to stop. I stared at her, trying to figure out what I was doing and why, without her knowing how confused I was.

“Teach him his place!” My voice was firm, but I was shaking inside. She was of higher rank than I. They all were. I was as new to my job as Darren was. She finally released me. I grabbed Darren’s leash. I needed to get back to the safety of our room. He started to drop to all fours again. “No!”

He shot back up. I was inwardly pleased he was less stiff. The hot water had helped him. I walked at a brisk pace. Why hadn’t I been trained to my new task, even as the newcomers are trained to their places? Was my position temporary? Did he expect me to fail? Did he just assume that because I despise him I would take all my frustration out on his son? Damn him and his mind games!

I slammed the door behind me, dropped the leash and paced the room. What was I supposed to do? Let the beast take over completely? I’d endanger my life if I did that… what if I attacked one of my users? But if I didn’t?

I turned my mind back to the task I had set for today. That was the only thing I could do… this situation was tearing me apart… slowly… I was being crushed in whatever game William Hayes played at and all I could do was hope I didn’t lose everything. I took a deep breath, cleared my mind the way I often did before a session and turned to see Darren looking at me.

“Never look into the Master’s eyes unless told to do so.” Thankfully he dropped his gaze. I didn’t want those soulful mirrors looking at me right now.

“Suck my cock.” I had to force the words from my mouth… actually giddy at the though lus lus luscious lips on my flesh. He started to ghost his hands over my legs, an act that had earned many slaves a severe beating. I brought the whip down on his back, explained what was required, then waited to see what he would do. How he would complete his task.

He pushed his face into my groin and his hot breath on my flesh made me shiver. When he cradled my cock with his tongue and sucked, I couldn’t stop the moan. I’d never felt anything so wonderful. He began to work me. I couldn’t help the mournful sound that fell from my lips as I remembered this wasn’t the way to train him. Now that I knew he could service someone very well, it was time to show him the way most users would be.

I fisted my hands in his hair and started fucking his mouth. He tried to push me away. I gripped him harder and reminded him of his function here. I began moving relentlessly faster. Finally I felt the rush and buried myself in the back of his warm, wet mouth, silent in my final release.

When I released him, he coughed and spit out what he hadn’t swallowed. I brought the crop down on his back.

“Never spit out the offering of a better. Now clean it up.”

When he stared at me, I threatened to do it again. When he took longer still, I brought the crop down for a second time. I felt terrible. I didn’t want to hurt him. I tried to explain again. He continued to hesitate. There was a knock at the door and I became angry. At my bec because I couldn’t do what was expected and at him for making me this way. I brought it down once more. Both satisfied at the sound it made and horrified that I’d let anger fuel my reaction. It was what he expected, I’m sure. Darren finally complied with my order so I let my attention go to the door and the softly spoken words as it opened.

Philip. “Leave the food over there.” I pointed to the chest. It would do for now. Memories washed over me. I blushed, remembering what we’d been put through. But I’d forgotten myself again. I steeled my gaze. I wouldn’t take it out on Philip. He’d been sold into this, just like me. I dismissed him gently, my thoughts still lingering on our shared past. I felt Darren watching and turned toward him. He would soon go through the same. I nodded. “Our training isn’t over, Darren, you still have so much to
learn.”

I looked at his expressive, fear-filled eyes, and my insides twisted. Then I walked over to the tray to see if they’d done as I asked. A gold enpe lpe lay on the tray. My heart skipped a beat. No! Not yet… he wasn’t ready… I reached down. My hand shook as I picked it up and opened it, my eyes wide.

I require Darren this afternoon to entertain me with Richard. Signed, Madame Kay. You overstepped your bounds, Daniel.

I blanched, suddenly feeling sick. Oh, god. What now? I wasn’t hungry any more. Darren. I needed to get him ready. My heart pounded in my chest.

“Are—“ my voice crackI foI found it hard to breath. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I couldn’t make this any worse than it likely already was. “Are you hungry?” He looked at me curiously, and then nodded. “Take the tray to the bed and eat.”

He got up slowly, grimacing slightly. His joints were probably stiff from having knelt for so long. Then he took the tray over to the bed, and I went through the chest. I found the body oil and the brush, but I put the brush back in favor of the comb. I knew Madame Kay liked Darren’s hairstyle. Long, black, somewhat stringy looking.

I walked over to the bed and began spreading the oil over his body. I had him stand after I’d covered every easily reached part of his body so I could finish my task. His eyes questioned silently.

“You’ve been requested by Madame Kay. You’ll be… you’ll be with Richard. I—I’m sorry. There’s nothing I can do. I’m lowest of the masters. I—I’d be out of line to stop it even if I could. I’m sorry.”

The next hour went by in a daze for me. I could only guess at what Darren was thinking. Why did I care? Why did it matter? It wasn’t safe to feel this way. It wasn’t safe to feel. I knew that. I closed my eyes and screamed silently. Then it came. A knock on the door, an attendant entered. I silently handed the leash to him and he led Darren away. I noted absently that Darren had gotten to all fours without being told. I suppose I had accompld sod something then.

Barely fifteen minutes later, my door opened. A chill ran down my spine. William Hayes. Marco entered behind him, with a whip that caused my breath to catch in my throat. I had seen it used before. It was known as ‘The Flesh Ripper’ here. Someone had once told me it was similar to old prison cats, complete with knots and bits of lead in the ends of each of the nine lashes. My heart scudded in my chest. Would they kill me now, then? Hadrian carried a truncheon. Nasty things. Terrible damage could be inflicted without breaking bones. Gavin simply leered. I looked at William and there was no way I could have hidden my fear after seeing those.

“It has come to my attention, Daniel, that you are not doing what I asked you to do. I told you I wanted my son broken. He will be. I told you to do it, and you will do it. It seems you need a reminder of how to break someone.”

I watched as he went over to the bed and picked up one of the bananas. He sat on the end of the bed and began peeling it. Gavin lowered the recessed eyehooks from the ceiling. Handcuffs were fastened to my wrists and then attached to the hooks. Leg irons were attached to my ankles, spreading my legs, and were fastened to similar eyehooks in the floor. I locked my eyes with the cold gray eyes of William Hayes. He smiled. I screamed as the cat slashed across my back, breaking our gaze. Gavin laid into my chest, arms and legs with the truncheon. I heard Hayes’ psychotic laughter as my vision darkened.

As the beatings continued, the pulse of blood in my ears grew distant. It was hard to breathe. Voices around me were fainter than my own pulse. Smelling salts were held to my nose at least twice. The floor under my feet grew slick. I hung as limp as my restraints would allow. I don’t know how long it went on. I was distantly aware of being taken down. Aware of more voices. A hand ran over my mutilated, bloody back and then thrust a finger roughly inside me, using my own blood for a quick lube. A new pain coursed through me as I was used yet again. Then I was thrown roughly to the floor. I could smell the blood all around me and I know if I had eaten earlier, I’d be vomiting now. Fingers twisted in my hair, pulling my head up roughly. I didn’t understand what was said. Couldn’t focus on anything but the pain that shrieked from every fiber in my body. But I recognized the timbre of the voice. It had haunted me, abused me, and humiliated me since I’d been sold into this life.

I didn’t need to hear him as he contemptuously released his hold on my head, dropping it on the hard floor and sending me spiraling into a nauseating void.
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Pleasure Island-By LindaG and Foraoo.