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  “What the fuck?” Marissa gasped, and her legs seemed to turn to jelly while her eyes blurred. The narcotic hit her so quickly that her mouth would not obey her thoughts to scream, and her hands curled into useless claws that arms could not seem to raise.

  Daryl pulled her back against his chest with one arm supporting her under her breasts, and he hit the button on the key to pop the trunk while quickly grabbing the map and portfolio in his free hand. He dropped them into the trunk and folded the girl on top of them while she moaned. The rope was lying towards the wheel well and he tied it around her ankles and wrists, hogtying her long limbs into a restrictive position.

  Marissa felt a spongy foam ball shoved between her lips and strapped to the back of her head. She was far too drugged to react or protest, and even the fear of her predicament barely registered through her confusion. A rough collar was buckled around her neck, and then the man picked her keys up from the pavement and tossed them into the trunk before slamming the lid. He pulled out of the alley three minutes before Shelly walked around the corner.

  The despondent wannabe model remained leaning against her haughty roommate’s car for an hour, with mounting anger that Marissa must have managed an interview at the same agency that had just taken two hours to review her own portfolio before not so politely turning her away. Shelly knew that Marissa had fucked the photographer for the pictures. Hell, Marissa fucked for everything since Shelly had met her. While Shelly busted her ass waitressing between opportunities, Marissa went on ‘dates’ to obtain her share of the bill money.

  Daryl drove south on the highway and was back at the estate just as dawn colored the sky. Sloan walked down to the gravel driveway to meet him. “Damn, how do you do that?” Daryl grinned. His brother had an uncanny sense of knowing when his brothers were returning. At first, Daryl had suspected that Sloan simply watched the driveway all the time, instead of just happening to appear when they pulled in.

  Sloan winked and chuckled. “Mother has GPS on our cars so that she can rescue us if we get into trouble,” he confided. “She monitors the reports of how long the cars stay parked in one place.”

  “Seriously?” Daryl asked. “Shit, part of the thrill was thinking I was out there on my own.”

  “She knows that, Daryl, and that’s why she didn’t tell us. I caught her looking at her laptop a couple of years ago when Kyle was late getting in. She was beginning to panic that something might have happened to one of her precocious twins.”

  “Well don’t tell her that I know, then. I don’t want her disappointed.” Like his brothers, Daryl had unconditional love for their mother. She pampered them mercilessly, and the thought that she was watching over them even while they traveled was just another indication of how deep her feelings were for her sons.

  A muffled thump came from the back of the car. Marissa’s outraged eyes glared into the darkness, closing quickly at the unexpected intrusion of light when the lid popped open. Before she could express her anger, a hand reached underneath her, grabbed her portfolio, and the lid slammed down again.

  Daryl and Sloan spread the pictures on the trunk while the woman inside began banging into the carpet. Cynthia had slipped silently up behind them and she wrapped her arms around Daryl’s waist. “Good trip?”

  “Yes. I think this one has some Oriental blood,” Daryl replied, and quickly kissed her cheek.

  Cynthia lifted up one of the photos showing a slender girl in sheer lingerie with a sensual expression and pouting her lips in a suggestive dare. She stared at the girl’s unusual colored eyes. “Pretty, pretty, Daryl.” She shivered against his back in anticipation.

  Daryl put the pictures back in the portfolio and handed it to Sloan before he popped the trunk open again. Marissa’s long legs were aching, and they almost seized up when the rope was unwound from her ankles, freeing her feet but keeping her wrists secured behind her. She had managed to push off her strapped heels with the intention of making a run for it as soon as she was freed. Instead, her cramped long limbs caused her to stumble when Daryl pulled her out of the trunk.

  Marissa’s dark golden stare glared into Cynthia’s narrowed green eyes in confrontation. There was no doubt this woman was responsible for her current situation, and Marissa had no intention of backing down from her, even in her disadvantaged, secured state. She shook in anger while Daryl held her arm in a steel grip.

  “Oh my. A dangerously erotic flower, aren’t you dear? One that will require demanding attention to flourish and grow, I think.” Cynthia felt her pussy clench and wet at the thought of breaking the girl and training her to her desires. She immediately considered keeping the exotic flower for her personal garden collection.

  While she grabbed the young woman’s other arm and Marissa kicked out her stockinged feet in frustration, Sloan followed the trio towards the steps leading to the house. Marissa was on the third step when she quickly came to the conclusion that once behind the heavy oak doors, escape might be impossible. She had not even considered the mad witch’s words about flowers or what these lunatics wanted her for. As with most problems that arose in her life, she focused on the one answer that would bring her the greatest immediate benefit.

  Marissa dove sideways and leaned back into Cynthia, causing the woman to lose her footing as she was climbing onto the next step. Daryl immediately released his grip on the girl to grab his mother, and Cynthia’s own hand let go to steady herself. Marissa dodged sideways and glanced at Sloan who was also reaching out to his mother. When he saw she was not going to fall, he tossed the portfolio to the stones, turned, and with long strides he reached the gravel just as Marissa took off running down the driveway.

  Cynthia said softly, “Thank you, Daryl. Go with your brother and bring the girl back.” She climbed to the top landing, rubbing the top of her breast where the young woman’s head had slammed into her. Cynthia looked out to her garden and her eyes focused on one particular blossom. It was a cycnoches cooperi orchid she had carefully coaxed through generations of hybrid planting over the past few years. The slender petals were a darker copper color, dotted with remarkable gold flecks that mirrored the new girl’s eyes. She was also an exotic hybrid beauty, and Cynthia was excited at the thought of finally securing the collar with the tiger’s eye jewels on the girl.

  Daryl had caught up to Sloan and they jogged behind the girl. Marissa’s feet were bruising on the sharp gravel stones, and by the time the pain registered and she turned onto the grass to head towards the trees, she was practically limping. She had also begun to cry with the realization that the men behind her were toying with her, and letting her continue to exhaust herself trying to run across the unfamiliar terrain. She had no idea where she was… not even which state… and the tree line edging the wide grass lawn looked impossibly far away.

  Questions began swirling in her mind… questions that might have answers if she could only stop for a moment and think. Marissa’s nature fought back fear and she continued to search for the answer to gain control. This trait that had carried the young woman confidently from her small town to the city to make a life alone for herself, would also make her a most arousing and entertaining new girl to train.

  Almost twenty-four hours of no food on top of the meager diet she had been following to keep herself thin began to take its toll on her stamina, and her battered feet slowed her progress. It was difficult to breathe with the gag in her mouth and her efforts to dislodge the foam ball were futile. The dew on the morning grass was chilled and actually helped numb the bruises from the gravel driveway that had shredded her stockings… and still, the safety of the trees was too far off.

  Marissa chanced a look behind her. The men were relentlessly jogging closer, with the man who had taken her from the alley frowning slightly. It was the other man whose eyes caught hers for a moment with a dark gaze of some dangerous amusement in them that finally caused her to shiver a bit. An instinctive jolt of fear broke through her determination to escape, and the amused expression on the
man changed when his eyes narrowed, and he smiled.

  “Let’s grab her,” Daryl decided. “Mother’s going to be pissed off if she’s too tired to pay attention to her first lesson.”

  “She likes this one,” Sloan answered. “Did you see how her eyes lit up when the girl challenged her?”

  The brothers increased their speed, and Marissa tried to twist her bound wrists out of the grip that had grabbed the rope hanging from them. It was still Daryl’s responsibility to bring the girl in, and he yanked her to a stop while Sloan walked in front of her. He gripped the tall girl’s chin and lifted her face to look into her frustrated, angry tears. Sloan was surprised to note there was still little fear in the dark golden depths. Mother is certainly going to enjoy you. He was pleased that Daryl had secured such a rare treasure for her. Sloan did not share the natural competitive streak Daryl and the twins held. He truly appreciated their successes, and for the most part remained neutral with their less than arousing captures… such as with the little blonde that Kyle had procured last time.

  Sloan dropped the girl’s chin and grabbed her other arm to lead her back to the house where Cynthia remained standing by the door with her red silk robe wafting slightly in the morning sun. She watched the progress of the group across the green lawn while her boys brought the rare flower back to her.

  Cynthia smiled at the beautiful model’s ruined face and the smudged the streaks of the makeup marring her cheeks. She reached out her hands and laid her palms high on the girl’s chest, letting them slide down the swell of her breasts. Her eyes widened in pleased surprised that they were naturally firm and large and not implants that would have removed some of the pain she could experience… as well as cause problems when they were bound.

  Large nubbed nipples peaked tightly through the sheer bra and silk blouse in response to the chilled morning air. Cynthia rolled the tips between two fingers and pinched forcefully. The girl squealed and pushed back into Daryl’s chest to avoid the woman’s clamping nails, and the older woman smiled. “Strip her.”

  Marissa shook her head and she managed to strike out with one exhausted leg. Her struggles barely slowed the progress of the torn nylons being yanked down to lay strewn across her discarded skirt. When Cynthia noticed the crumpled piece of dried, stiff tissue lining the thong, she said, “Such a slut. At least you are used to providing use of your body for rewards.”

  Hands ripped at her blouse and eventually tore the slim straps of her bra. Marissa straightened in defiance, glaring at the Cynthia. The door opened and Alexander walked out to join them. He had been watching part of the scene since the movement of the girl trying to dash down the driveway caught his eye from his office window. There was a battle of wills clashing between the stares from each of the women, and Alexander noticed a hint of trembling along Cynthia’s bottom lip. She was ecstatic with this new girl’s strong nature, and was obviously looking forward to breaking her.

  Cynthia continued to stare into the amber highlighted gaze that was slowly losing some of its boldness. A flash of the strength returned briefly when the girl’s eyes looked over her shoulder to Alexander. He smiled in return with such coldness that Marissa felt a physical chill rack through her. The man put his hands on Cynthia’s shoulders and kissed her cheek, never breaking eye contact with the girl. His message was clear. Marissa’s sexual allure was not going to coerce him. This horrible woman was the most important person in his life, and her happiness was his utmost desire. If Marissa did not comply, she would be answering to the man’s disappointment and wrath.

  Alexander decided to further the girl’s understanding of his role. “Daryl, present the flower for your mother,” he suggested. “I think she would like to see the true passion hidden within those petals.” He was rewarded with a shiver through Cynthia and a small gasp of anticipation. His hands cupped her breasts, gently massaging so that he would not distract her from watching the display.

  Sloan adjusted his hold on the girl so that his brother could free one hand to manipulate her, and he reached over for a breast, squeezing the nipple with seductive smoothness while Daryl reached between her legs. Marissa tried to pull away, but her strength was sapped. When she felt the fingers stroke her pussy, she moistened immediately.

  Too many years of seeking pleasure had conditioned her body to respond, and Marissa glared at the woman when she laughed softly at her. “Yes, my Orchid. You are a willing slut.”

  Marissa’s eyes narrowed in seething hatred while her pussy leaked onto Daryl’s fingers. Sloan could feel her breathing, already shallow and trying to fill her lungs through her flaring nostrils. Her climax hit so quickly that Cynthia barely had time to grab the furious young woman’s chin. Daryl spread her pussy lips and Cynthia smashed an open palm into the quivering juncture. “I did not give you permission to cum, girl.”

  Marissa shrieked. She was so used to the wonderful blinding wash of orgasm that the paradox of the painful slap stunned her. The controlling decree that she should now need permission from this witch to enjoy her pleasure was something that Marissa would not bend to. She was determined to dull her passionate responses in direct refusal of this bitch.

  “Shall I help you bring her for her washing?” Alexander whispered.

  Cynthia’s eyes met his with such deep arousal that it seemed to flow into him. “I’ll lead her myself, Alexander… but I need you so badly; I’d like you to join me.” Cynthia felt moisture leaking from her walls and they were gripping in anticipation of feeling him inside her. The temptation to put off the girl’s induction was overwhelming, but she knew the agony of waiting would heighten their passion to an even greater extreme.

  Cynthia reached into the pocket of her robe and removed a series of chains that were reserved for trained slaves who were being punished for either a real or imaginary infractions. Marissa glanced at the silver links, and Cynthia was finally rewarded with a true spark of fear from her exotic. Her nails scraped down the quivering ribs and flat belly, between the protruding hipbones, and she let a single finger slip between the almost bared, groomed lips of the girl’s pussy.

  The spell was broken, and Marissa tried to wedge her thighs together. Cynthia found a small crust of the girl’s episode with the photographer sticking to a dark, wiry curl… and she yanked, tearing the hairs loose. Marissa shrieked behind the foam ball, and when her thigh tightened to kick out at the woman, Sloan wrapped his long leg around hers and forced her to spread. Daryl did the same on the other side, and Marissa felt herself bound and spread open in the strong men’s grip. A thought ran through her mind that these men had done this… exposed women for their mother… many times before. The move was too fluid and practiced to have been a newly discovered maneuver.

  With her legs wedged between the brothers’ and slightly behind her, Marissa bowed her breasts and pussy out towards the woman with no leverage to protect herself. Cynthia ignored the disruption and returned her attention to the soft, swollen lips. The way she inhaled in ecstasy when she spread the girls folds and was rewarded with a small silver ring already piercing the girl’s clit, made Marissa wail for the first time. “Oh, yes. Such a willing slut, my exotic.”

  Marissa had only gotten the piercing a year ago, as a silent act of defiance against her father. Since she left home, there were several times she had almost removed the ring because now it served as an irritating reminder of the man. Cynthia closed the clamp on the end of the chain around the silver ring, and said, “I think I will make a special leash for you.” She was already envisioning a small gold chain secured to slim black leather with her amber and tiger’s eye jewels. When she described it to Sloan, she was certain he would add his expert artistic design to the creation.

  Cynthia turned her attentions to the girl’s fat brown nipples, still tightened to tips as thick and long as her fingertip, though whether from the exciting fear of the moment or chilled air, Cynthia did not know. It gave her a bountiful expanse of stiff flesh to work with, and she pinched the clamps closed u
ntil they dug into the girl’s flesh, and she wailed again. The dark eyes… the extraordinary orbs with their amber gold flecks… had finally filled with tears, and they shone with a glassy clear reflection. Still, when Cynthia stared at her, the girl refused to let the tears fall.

  The ‘Y’ shaped chains connected the girl’s sensitive sexual tissue, with a leather strap leashed to the center. At the slight tug, Marissa sobbed, still unable to move with the men keeping her legs secured. Oh, god. I’m going to tear. This bitch is going to rip off my nipples, Marissa panicked.

  “You can release her, boys. I think my exotic is fully aware of the implications of resisting,” Cynthia smiled. She continued to stare into the girl’s eyes, with an almost curious edge to her green stare. You’re not 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.