5) The Village
Danielle stood at the doorway of the villa, on the veranda on which she had displayed herself so openly to the taxi driver when he had dropped them all off last night.
She could feel the sun's rays beating down on her head, and the warm wind caressing her bare legs, sometimes wafting under the dress she was wearing and caressing her body like babies' breaths. She still felt naked, despite wearing the short red cotton summer dress which Adelle had selected for her. Apart from the dress, her only other item of normal clothing were the pair of sandals on her feet. Looking down at her dress, she could make out the clamps still attached to her nipples, which were clearly pushing against the fabric of the dress. It was evident, to anyone looking at her, that her breasts were unsupported, and the shape of her nipples looked odd. She was still being stretched internally, but at least the dress was covering that part of her unusual attire.
She watched as Adelle reversed the jeep out of the garage, and drove close to where she was standing. She gingerly got into the passenger side and settled slowly onto the seat, lifting her dress as she sat down. The plug settled its way further into her body, as her weight bore onto the base. Adelle watched her, and Danielle could see that she was enjoying the sight of her discomfort. She consoled herself she was carrying out Adelle's instructions fully.
Adelle selected the gear, eased the clutch, and with a short spin of the wheels on the gravel, accelerated the car down the drive and out of the gates of the villa. There were few cars on the road, and they made good progress towards the village. The hot air flicked wisps of hair around their faces and the fabric of their clothing fluttered in the wind. Danielle's heart was beating quickly, as this was the first time she had been beyond the confines of the villa, and she was unsure of what lay ahead.
Adelle spoke over the wind of the slipstream "When we reach the village, I want you to just act normally. However, if anyone suspects your condition, or asks you about it, you are to tell them. I won't tolerate you hiding the facts from anyone. You are learning quickly, and I'm proud of your acceptance. I want you in turn to be proud of yourself. You are on a voyage which many people will not tread. You must look at people in the eyes unless they are taking control of you as a result of my will. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
Danielle smiled at Adelle, and nodded her head in affirmation.
"I've arranged for the stewardess we met on the plane to call on us over the next day or so. I want her to take control of you when she calls. I shall be watching, and I don't want to see any signs of hesitation in your control. Tonight, I am intending to commence a light whipping of your body, in order to get you used to this control before she arrives."
Danielle again nodded slowly, her breathing becoming difficult in her nervousness.
In the village the pair of them browsed in the various shops, laughing, chatting and in high spirits. Danielle's nerves settled down, as it seemed that no one was really noticing anything odd with her. Of course, there were a few glances, mainly from young men, but she was accustomed to that. One or two of them openly stared at her breasts, but eventually looked away.
Following a light lunch in one of the many tavernas along the hot road, they continued their leisurely stroll with Adelle pointing out, in her enthusiasm, areas of interest along the way.
Eventually, towards one end of the street, they both stopped outside a large shop. Danielle peered into the interior, which seemed to be stocked full with tourist gifts. Adelle climbed the few steps to the raised platform in front of the shop, and Danielle assumed she was going in. However, she walked to a narrow door by the side of the shop, opened it, and went through. With a quizzical look on her face Danielle followed. Adelle smiled at her, closed the small door behind, and continued walking along a stony path running down the side of the building. Once they reached the rear, they came across a square of parched garden. Danielle, knowing better than to ask what this place was, stood silently waiting on the grassy square, taking in the warmth of the day. The sounds from the street seemed distant.
Behind the shop was another white building which stood at the far end of the small garden. Its terracotta tiles swept up into an inverted V, and around the veranda were the abundant purple colours of a flowering bougainvillea. The building appeared to be the home of the owner of the shop. Adelle signalled to Danielle to stay where she was. As she neared the doorway above the veranda, it opened, and a smiling man came out, greeting Adelle with a hug and kiss on each cheek. Adelle seemed pleased to see him, and they both entered the house, laughing and chattering to each other. Danielle appeared to be forgotten and became very unsure of herself. She hesitated on the parched lawn, and almost turned and fled. However, she knew that Adelle would have been angry with her, and fought to keep her disquiet in check.
Eventually, Adelle re-emerged, much to Danielle's relief. She felt safe in the company of Adelle but very vulnerable alone. She thought that perhaps Adelle knew of this and so planned for these moments. Adelle took her hand and pulled her gently into the house.
After the blazing light of the sun outside, the inside seemed fairly gloomy until her eyes adjusted to the interior. After a few moments, she spotted the man sitting down, relaxing on a padded chair.
Adelle said "Fernando, this is the girl I have spoken to you about. Danielle, I want you to meet my friend Fernando."
At this the man got up, walked to Danielle, and taking her right hand in both of his, raised it to his lips and gently kissed the back, looking all the time into her eyes. Danielle saw for the first time that the man was a little older, and estimated his age to be around forty. He was slightly overweight, but still gave the impression of strength. His black hair was slightly receding at the front, but he still had a full head of hair for all that. His clothes were light, cool and appeared expensive.