Six Masters Island - The Cinderella Syndrome by Candace Smith

one to cringe or become hysterical.   Someone has already taught you how futile that would be.   A parent, perhaps.   Yes.   I think you have learned to bide your time and not throw irrational tantrums to get your way.   This is good, my exotic.   I will make sure you experience everything, and it will be your own controlling nature that you will be fighting to avoid further pain.
    The men unwrapped their legs, and Marissa felt hands release her wrists and the back of her collar.   She was standing bound and gagged with only the thin chains attached to the leash the woman held.   The woman turned and gave a small tug that caused Marissa to practically bolt into her back.   She stopped abruptly behind her, nervously clenching her hands.   She was terrified at the realization that the slightest wrong move could cause the insane woman to rip her apart.
    This thought slammed into Marissa’s mind, and she realized why the woman did not seem the slightest bit intimidated by the domineering looks that Marissa had given her.   They were looks that had caused even her father to back off on occasion.   This woman would never feel Marissa’s intimidation, and the girl finally recognized the excited edge and stark lust in the woman’s green eyes.   The woman was insane… and these sadistic men knew this… and encouraged her insanity.
    A normal woman, one who she could psychologically tear down, was someone Marissa was familiar with… hell, they were challenging.   Not a dangerous woman consumed with sadistic dementia.   Marissa glanced in panic at the older man and fear chilled through her.   His eyes narrowed further and his lips actually parted in a slight smile.   Marissa screamed behind the gag.   She realized that she had arrived at the correct explanation.
    The chains tugged again causing the nipple clamps to tighten, and Marissa’s tears finally fell down her cheeks.   She walked over the threshold and the heavy doors closed behind them in an ominous, echoing thud.   The cold sound assured Marissa that her first inclination to run had been right.   She would not be leaving this dangerous place as the determined young woman who had left Huntersville six months ago.
    Daryl was halfway up the wide staircase when he called out, “Sloan, I’ll be in my room.   Can you send up Marigold?   I’m exhausted, and I just need someone who won’t be too distracting.”
    “No problem,” his brother replied.   Sloan still had Pansy hanging strapado in his bedroom.   “Mother, I’ll be with Belladonna.   She should be ready to evaluate in the morning.”
    “Thank you, Sloan,” Cynthia replied without looking back.   Alexander held open the door to the basement for her to lead her new exotic to her underworld garden.   He caught Sloan’s eye and the two men smiled at each other, pleased to see Cynthia so aroused and excited by her new flower.
    Alexander followed behind the two women, occasionally reaching out to stroke the naked girl’s bottom.   She would immediately tighten her ass and hurry forward a few steps.   He was already conditioning her to understand he would play a major role in ensuring that she met his wife’s expectations.
    With as many young women who had traveled the stone halls to the dungeon garden, both before and after he had met his wife over three decades ago, no woman could dissuade or persuade his interests away from his Cinderella.   His love and his own insane desire for her had grown impossibly stronger over the years.   Alexander was surprised when Cynthia led the girl past what he considered to be the introduction chambers.   She led her deeper under the castle and stopped at a door almost to the end, where the lights in the hallway were spaced further apart and cast impossibly more frightening shadows into the darkness.
    This was a punishment chamber that was rarely used, filled with sadistic, torturous appliances.   They brought girls into this terrifying place