The Virtue of Patience

Chapter 5: Hard Lessons

Jan and Jean took the bound beauty back to the villa where they had started the day. Again, Patience was bathed but without all of the hysterics that accompanied the morning's visit to the bathroom. The girl complied with every request in order to avoid any further pain. She had learned that the humiliation that came from what was demanded of her was nothing compared with the humiliation that resulted from resisting.

She had gotten slightly sunburned during the day, despite the copious amounts of suntan lotion, so the twins were gentle on her skin. She was lovingly bathed and tenderly dried before the girls led her to the living room. There, Patience learned some additional skills and behaviors expected of slaves. Patience paid close attention to her instructors, not wanting to suffer any additional punishments or indignities.

She learned how to kneel appropriately. She learned to stand with her fingers laced behind her neck, her feet spread and her chest thrust forward. She learned appropriate responses when addressed or asked questions. And she learned that tomorrow, the twins would start to educate her sexually. This sent a dread through her as she realized what the next day would bring, but she remained silent. She had learned that much. The twins told her to kneel until her mistress arrived and then they started to depart.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll try to escape?" asked Patience as she realized that she would be left alone with no shackles or cuffs.

"Where would you go?" asked Jan. "We're on an island."

"They would only catch you and punish you," added Jean. "But go ahead and try if you like that stuff." Patience remained where she was and waited for her new owner to arrive.

Her knees were aching as the time wore on but she remained in the center of the room. She imagined ways in which she might escape from this crazy place but she remained on her knees. The sun went down, leaving her in darkness, but she remained obedient. Twenty four hours ago, she had been a free woman on a college break. Now, she was a naked slave awaiting her mistress.

Eventually, the door opened and the lights went on. Patience blinked her eyes as she tried to adjust to the brightness, but she kept her posture erect and her hands tucked into the small of her back as she had been taught earlier.

"There's my pretty pet," smiled KC as she walked up to the girl and scratched her lightly behind the ear.

Patience was infuriated by this indignity but held her tongue. "Yes, Mistress," was all she said.

"Are you hungry, little one?" asked KC.

"Yes, Mistress," replied Patience. She had not eaten since that dinner alone in Las Vegas and she was famished. KC disappeared into the kitchen and, after thirty minutes or so, returned to fetch Patience. A collar was fastened around the new slave's neck and a leash was attached to the collar. Then KC led her pet into the kitchenette, forcing Patience to crawl on all fours.

Again, Patience was confronted with a new indignity. KC sat at the table and tied the end of the leash to her chair. Three bowls were lined up on the floor beside the chair and, to the girl's horror, she saw that each one was labeled. The gleaming metal bowls each were engraved with an ornate "Patience".

The slave knew that she could not win an argument and she had not yet devised an escape plan. So she resigned herself to eating out of the bowls. One bowl held steak, which KC had thoughtfully cut into bite-size pieces. The second bowl contained salad, although without any kind of dressing to liven it up. The third bowl held water. Patience quietly ate her meal and tried to shut out the humiliation of the scene.

Occasionally, KC would reach down and stroke the girl's back or pat her rump. Several times, Patience was rewarded with a "good girl". Somehow, that made the situation worse for the reluctant slave. She found herself blushing constantly. Later that evening, KC explained more to Patience.

"I'm sure that the last twenty four hours has been a blur to you," said KC. She was sitting in a chair with Patience kneeling in front of her as she had been taught earlier in the day. KC raised a foot and caressed the beautiful jutting breasts with her toes. "Let me tell you a little bit about this place."

Patience learned that KC was independently wealthy. She had started with a sizeable inheritance and then parlayed that into a huge estate that included several well-known companies. Several years earlier, she had purchased this island. Even though it was technically part of one of the lesser Caribbean nations, it operated much as an independent state.

Her design had been to create a place where mistresses and their slaves could create a society where their interests could be pursued without outside judgment and interference. There were over one hundred mistresses who were part of the society, although only twenty five or thirty were generally in residence at any one time. Each of the mistresses was highly successful and had careers that required their attention most of the time.

There were currently about one hundred fifty slaves, all of which were female. Some were volunteers and some were bought. And then, of course, there was Patience who was won in a poker game. Patience wanted to debate that point and argue that she was kidnapped, but images of the post kept flashing before her eyes.

Each slave was owned by an individual mistress, although each was available to anyone on the island. And when a mistress was away, the mistresses in residence tried to keep the girls entertained.

The mistresses were an eclectic group. Some were into sex. Some simply enjoyed the feeling of dominating another. Others focused on intricate bondage. Some were into pony play, which Patience did not understand. And a few gained thrills by inflicting pain, although KC explained that the society had strict rules in the pain category.

KC went on for over fifteen minutes before she paused. She smiled and looked at the kneeling girl. "I'm sure you have many questions. You may speak."

"How long will I be kept here?" she asked.

"I don't honestly know," replied KC.

Patience gasped. "Well when can I expect to get my life back? School starts up again in a few days."

KC sighed and reached out, stroking Patience's cheek. "You'll never get your life back, little one. It belongs to me now. I'm sorry. I misunderstood your question."

"What?!?!?!?!" sputtered Patience with alarm. "Then what did you mean you didn't know how long I would be kept here?"

"I meant just what I said. I might decide to move you to one of my other houses. The government could become unfriendly and we might have to find a new island somewhere else. Or I might decide to sell you to someone who would prefer to keep you somewhere else."

"You can't do this to me!" shouted an outraged Patience as she rose to her feet. "It's illegal! It's immoral! It's unfair! I demand to be released this instant!"

KC leaned back in her chair and sighed again. She reached to the table and pressed a button on what looked like a television remote control, although there was no television in the room. Moments later, Jan and Jean stepped into the room.

"Cage her for the night," instructed the mistress. "In the morning, prepare her and then let her spend the day in the pillory. I'll try again tomorrow night."

"Yes, Mistress," replied the twins as they each grasped one of Patience's elbows. Patience struggled for a moment but when she realized that she was outnumbered and it was useless, she stopped resisting. The twins led her from the room and stuffed her in a tiny cage. There was really no way for Patience to get comfortable in her horrid little home, so she spent a very sleepless night curled up in an exaggerated fetal position.

The next morning, after enduring the attentions of the twins in the bathroom again, she was taken back out to the village green. Her neck and wrists were locked into the pillory, forcing her to bend at the waist. Her legs were spread wide and her ankles were bound to stakes in the ground. Before Jan and Jean left her, however, they thoughtfully oiled the new slave's body to protect it from the fierce sun.

More people seemed to frequent the green on this day than on the first. And each frequenter seemed intent on abusing Patience in some way. Her back, bottom, thighs and calves were whipped. A crop sent her breasts swaying wildly beneath her chest and made the tender outer swells glow red. Clamps were attached to her sensitive nipples and weights were hung from those clamps, stretching the nipples cruelly. No visitor spoke a word and, therefore, neither did Patience.

At around noon, Jan and Jean arrived with water for the prisoner and more suntan lotion. One redhead held the water to the captive's lips and Patience gulped down the welcome cool liquid. The other redhead coated her hands with lotion and spread it across the exposed flesh.

"Why are they doing this to me?" asked Patience. "Why do they hate me?"

"Birdie," said Jan.

"They're selling Birdie next week," explained Jean. "When Mistress KC decided to keep you, they needed a slave to take your place. You were supposed to be sold at the auction."

"And they couldn't agree which of us to sell instead of you," interrupted Jan. "So they held a lottery. And Birdie was selected. But she was always everyone's favorite. SO they're taking out on you, I guess."

"It's really not your fault," reassured Jean. "You had nothing to do with the decision. But they're angry. I think you'll have a long afternoon."

The afternoon was indeed long. The position she was in ensured that her entire body was exposed and available for use. Nothing was spared. Her sex was whipped shortly after the twins left. A little later, something huge was forced into her sex and held there by some kind of harness that was fastened around her waist. Patience did not know what was inside of her but she would have believed it if someone told her it was a watermelon. She felt stretched and full. In actuality, it was simply a very large dildo.

Her bottom did not go unabused. It was whipped again by one mistress, sending pain through her entire body. Another mistress pushed something into her bottom. Thankfully, it was not nearly as thick as whatever was in her sex but it was extremely long and caused her to start cramping, sending more pain through her body.

The teenage mistress showed up again and placed a stool in front of Patience. Then, the mistress perched herself on the stool, lifted the skirt of her toga, and inched forward until her slick petals were pressed against Patience's lips. The captive knew what was expected of her but refused to cooperate, keeping her lips pressed tightly shut. This earned her a new punishment. The angry teenager pulled Patience's tongue out and placed a large, cruel clamp on it. Throughout the afternoon, Patience never uttered a word, although she did her fair share of whimpering. In the end, she was very happy to see the twins return, signaling that her latest ordeal was over.