Rebecca's nightmare had begun. The remainder of the cruise aboard Alex's yacht had proved to be unending. Alex had violated her repeatedly on the cruise. Rebecca could only cry and beg him to stop, her vagina ached from the repeated penetration provided by Alex. Just two days ago she had been in her husband's arms, now she was in a living hell. She thought of Josh, what he must be going through right now. Nothing like she was experiencing she was sure, but nonetheless, he must be going through hell. She cried for her family, she wondered if the news had hit Florence, Kansas yet. The three times Alex had come to the stateroom to fuck her, she just tuned herself out. There was nothing she could do about it. She was naked and handcuffed to a bed. She really felt cheated too. She had saved herself for marriage. All those years of discipline, wasted. She was a mixed bag of emotions.
Alex saw that Rebecca was breaking down. Good, he thought to himself, good. He would have to "untrain" her from her previous life if she was to be any good to him. She was already starting her transformation into his pet whether she knew it or not. He would deconstruct the values that had been instilled in her throughout her childhood, and build up new values. It wouldn't take long, not if she was breaking already.
They were about twenty minutes away from home, so Alex started to prepare Rebecca for her arrival. First, Alex found Rebecca's cum stained satin panties that he took from her on board the liner and slid them over her ankles, up her slender calves, over her thighs and onto her hips. He pulled them up so they were snug on her. Then he rooted around in her suitcase and found the matching bra. They were beautiful, red satin and lace. Alex unfastened her handcuffs; her wrists were red where the cuffs were clasped around them. She just lay there, Alex pulled her up into a sitting position, Rebecca sat there, shoulders slumped, defeated. Alex pulled the bra straps over her arms, cups on her breasts, and fastened it behind her. Next, Alex found a light, short, summer dress. Alex told Rebecca to stand up. She complied wordlessly, and he slipped the dress over her head and down her shapely body, then he zipped up the back. The summer dress was almost see-through; Alex could faintly see her red lingerie underneath. After Rebecca was dressed, Alex led her to the sink in the bathroom. There he washed the sweat off her face with a damp cloth, and readjusted her ponytail so she looked presentable. Rebecca was tired. She didn't put up a fight. She let herself be dressed, and washed. By the time Alex was finished, his island was in sight. They went up on deck. Alex told Rebecca to sit in one of the deck chairs. Once again she complied.
Rebecca caught sight of her new home, and despite herself, she had to admit it was beautiful. The lawns were perfectly manicured, the walkways were lined with palm trees, and there was a circular garden surrounding a fountain. The yacht pulled up to a pier that jutted out into the ocean, there were two men on the pier ready to take the lines and secure the yacht to the dock. Rebecca had a glimmer of hope. Maybe these men could help her. Once they were secured, the men came aboard and started unloading the luggage. Rebecca looked at them, begging them for help with her eyes. They noticed her, but quickly looked the other way. Once again, Rebecca felt alone. Why wouldn't they help her she cried to herself? Alex motioned to Rebecca to follow him. She obediently stood up and followed. He led her to a waiting golf cart, and placed her in the passenger seat. It was hot and humid here. Rebecca could feel her dress start to stick to her. Her skin was starting to get a glossy look to it. The golf cart was being loaded with their suitcases, and when it was finished Alex slid behind the wheel. Alex drove slowly, and Rebecca just stared forward. As beautiful as this place was, she was still scared shitless, and she refused to be moved by its beauty. The golf cart crested a slight hill, and Rebecca finally got a view of the house. It wasn't as grand as she thought, but she had to admit it was nice. It was on a slight rise that brought it above the trees, and gave it a beautiful vista of the Caribbean waters that surrounded them. Alex hit a button on the dashboard of the cart and a garage door opened in front of them. Once they were inside the garage, and the door was closed, Rebecca was relieved to feel the coolness of air conditioning on her skin. Alex helped her out of her seat, and ushered her through a door from the garage to the main house. Inside, the house was extremely well appointed. The floors were a dark red hardwood, there was mahogany trim throughout, and exotic pieces of art were everywhere. Rebecca stopped, Alex ushered her on deeper into the house.
"Are you hungry, Rebecca?" Alex asked.
Rebecca just nodded.
"Say something Rebecca." Alex prompted her.
"Yes." she replied weakly.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes... Sir?" Rebecca answered, unsure.
Alex sighed, "Rebecca.... You're pushing your luck."
Rebecca was exhausted, her body was sore, her wrists hurt like hell, and her vagina felt like it had been hit by a bus. She had forgotten what he made her call him on the yacht.
"I'm sorry. Yes, master."
"That's better, don't worry, you'll get used to it." Alex opened the door on front of them.
There in the middle of the room was a dining table set for two, with a delicious spread of food that made Rebecca's mouth water.
Rebecca just stood there famished. The sight of the food made her stomach growl.
"Before we sit down, come here." Alex ordered.
Wordlessly she obeyed.
"Turn around." she did as she was told.
When her back was to him, Alex reached up and undid the zipper, them he slid the straps of the dress off her shoulders and spread the back of the dress open. He could see the back of her red satin bra, he slid the straps down her arms so that her arms were free, and then he slid the remainder of the dress down her hips, so that she was standing there in just her bra and panties. Alex stared at her beautiful ass. Through the panties he could see the shape of her two cheeks. He ran his hand down her back, and over her ass. He ran his finger up and down the crack of her ass. He inserted his finger beneath the elastic at the top of her panties and felt the smooth skin of her ass cheeks. He pulled the rear of her panties away from her back and looked at her nice shapely ass. It made him hard, looking at his new property like this.
"Shall we eat?" he asked.
Rebecca nodded, "Yes... Master" she replied.
Alex took Rebecca by her hand and led her to the table. He pulled out a chair and she sat in it. Alex sat in the chair at the head of the table, which was next to hers. Alex looked at her bra clad breasts, and said.
"Help yourself."
Reluctantly, almost shyly, Rebecca started taking food from plates in front of her. The food was delicious. She ate slowly, and deliberately. Alex watched her.
Such poise, he thought to himself. Look at how she eats. Even when she eats she's beautiful and classy. They both ate for a while, and then Rebecca started to cry.
"What's wrong Rebecca?" Alex asked.
"Nothing, this reminds me of my wedding.
"Ahhh, I see. In time that memory will fade. You'll see." Alex said almost sympathetically. "All memories fade."
That did nothing to ease Rebecca's sadness. She didn't want to forget. She didn't want to forget anything, her wedding, her husband, her family, nothing! She was still wearing her wedding rings; she wondered why he didn't ask her to take them off. Well, she wouldn't anyway. So here she was, seemingly a million miles away from home, in her bra and panties eating with the man who had taken her.
