Felix put her finger to her mouth to hush her.
"Fern, you are dismissed." Lady Isobel looked down harshly at her. Fern looked at her Mistress and got up to leave, she looked back at Felix, she had so many unanswered questions. It had been 2 years since they had seen each other. She thought she would never see her friend again. Felix watched her desperately as she left, she so wanted to follow her. Felix's past had been unearthed with one word. Devilbliss. She had forgotten her old name that Kane took away. Did Fern know her new name now? Surely she knew about the slave that escaped. But did she know it was her? Then something clicked into place. Roxy. Felix knew she saw her from somewhere. She was no longer a red head. One again Felix furrowed her brow in thought.
"I do apologise for the whores outburst, I will be sure to gag her next time." Fern's Mistress sipped her tea.
"No it is quite alright," Klein assured. "Its my whore that needs some discipline." He looked down at the heavily distracted Felix. She had always had a short attention span. "Stand up!" He barked. Startled Felix was dragged back into reality. She stood up and kept her head down. Klein began to stroke her ass gently.
"The whore could use some attitude adjustment." Isobel added. Klein gave a sharp smack to Felix's ass. She gasped but didn't move. She knew not to. She knew she was going to be beaten and she didn't want to make the situation worse. She had to learn that the hard way. "Ever since I got her she's been giving me attitude, frankly I'm glad I can wash my hands of her." Isobel studied the slaves naked form, her eyes landed on her breasts which were rising and falling with her breathing. Mistress Donna, who was sat next to Isobel burst out laughing.
"You had her for barely a day!" She giggled. Klein chuckled too.
"Yes, well," Isobel began. "I took her from Kane's house with 1 valet, I had to send for more to just get her out of the house! So with 3 Valets we managed to restrain and sedate her. I put her in a cell so she could cool off and next thing I know, 1 valet knocked out cold and she was gone." Klein had stopped laughing and looked at Felix.
What exactly is this slave capable of? He thought to himself. He cleared his throat.
"She knocked a Valet out cold?"
"Yeah, punched right in the face, he had a black eye for weeks." Felix curled her lip into a smirk. She was finding their conversation highly amusing.
"When I got her from slave quarters, it was apparent that she assaulted another slave." Klein's tone was quite serious now, which made Felix slightly nervous.
"Like I said Klein." Isobel leant back on her chair. "She needs an attitude adjustment"
Felix knew what was coming, she was going to be harshly beaten. Making a run for it crossed her mind, but she would probably never see Fern again, and she would only be captured again. She knew in the back of her mind Kane would not be proud of her if she ran. He trained her to know better, to be stronger than that. She didn't want to spend the rest of her life running away.
"Donna what do you suggest?" Isobel turned to her friend.
"Well I specialize in training male slaves, but she needs a major intervention so I think it is appropriate in this situation." Isobel and Klein nodded in agreement. Felix felt like shaking her head in disagreement. Felix struggled to stand still, her fingernails dug into her skin where she was holding her wrists behind her back.
"Usually with male slaves," Donna continued. "I give them a good beating first then put a chastity device on them and keep them fully restrained for a period of time, which I think is quite fitting for this particular sex slave. Deprive her of sexual satisfaction and she'll be putty in your hands, eager to please in the hope of release." The thought of being kept horny with no release filled Felix with terror, she was mindless when horny.
"I think that's an excellent idea." Isobel looked at Felix. "Lean forward hands on the table!" Isobel barked. Felix moved to lean forward, placing her hands on the smooth, polished surface of the table. "Legs apart whore!" Felix stood with her feet apart. She had to stop herself showing Isobel her middle finger, she hated being called a whore, especially by her. She glared down at the table.
