Ginger was getting acquainted with her new life on the island. Everywhere that she turned, there were world-changing revelations.
She could no longer tell down from up.
After tightly gagging her with a large, blue, ball gag, Pam had spent a few diverting minutes using her fingers to warm Ginger up before she strapped in the, all-too-familiar, dildo and butt plug, causing Ginger to moan with frustration.
“Stand up!” she barked. Ginger awkwardly rose from the chair with a jingle of slave bells. Pam admired her handiwork. The slave girl looked stunning in the tight, leather corset and the sharp, stiletto heels. Her cuffed wrists, twisted high up her back and locked to her thick, leather collar, forced her to thrust out her ample chest, presenting her delicious, pink nipples as if in offering. Her hair was pinned up, off of her elegant neck, and little, flirty, curls dangled down to frame her perfect, blue eyes. Pam emitted a low whistle, “There! I think we’re ready to show you off now.”
She leaned in to clip a dog leash onto Ginger’s collar. “Before you even think about being difficult, just remember…” she yanked sharply on the chain, pulling Ginger off balance so that she fell forward towards the harsh mistress. Pam roughly caught the falling girl by the right breast and used it to thrust her up onto her feet, “I can be difficult too!” she grinned, “It’s just a matter of how hard you want to make things for yourself.” She sharply pinched the other girl’s recently pierced nipple before releasing her abused tit, getting a muffled whelp of surprised pain as reward, “If you’re smart you’ll save it all for tonight.” She smiled, “You are going to be in for the ride of your life, believe me!”
With that, Pam jerked on Ginger’s leash and led her out of the bedroom down a large staircase that descended into a wide, foyer.
The home was magnificent. The vaulted ceilings and designer furnishings spoke of someone with excellent taste and deep pockets. However, at the bottom of the stairs, Ginger’s attention was arrested by something that made her completely forget about the furnishings.
It was her first sight of another slave.
To say that she was shocked would be to understate the situation completely. The sight of the slender young woman kneeling at the bottom of the stairs hit her like a blow from a hammer.
The girl wore nothing except a pair of leather wrist cuffs, and the unmistakable collar of a slave. Her wrists were connected to the back of her collar in exactly the same position as Ginger’s, and an identical chain hung between her ringed nipples. She had short, blonde hair that curled away from her head in all directions. Ginger couldn’t see her downcast eyes, but the way that the girl knelt at the bottom of the stairs with such absolute submission in her frightened, sheepish, body was enough to tell Ginger that she had not been the first girl that these people had enslaved.
The presence of more slaves in this new world, revealed volumes to Ginger’s panic stricken eyes. Even though she had long ago realized that her captors were not amateurs who had kidnapped her on a whim, the sight of this new girl brought the horrible reality of her situation home to roost. These people were seriously intent on keeping her! And she could think of nothing to stop them!
Pam felt Ginger pull back on her leash a bit at the sight of the other girl. She halted at the bottom of the stairs and looked back to watch Ginger’s leather-clad body shivering on the bottom step. Her huge, frightened eyes were irresistibly frozen on the kneeling slave. A wry smile spread across Pam’s face. She loved to watch the new girls get their first look at one of the others.
Ginger wailed into her gag as she tried to ask a thousand questions at once. Pam sharply yanked the chain, forcing Ginger off of the final step. “Don’t worry, there will be plenty of time for introductions later!” she promised. Then she briskly led Ginger away, leaving her little time to wonder at the implications of this latest discovery.
The Master sat back and watched the sunset as he waited for the girl to be brought to him. He smiled as he thought of the beautiful redheaded slave in her new habitat. No doubt she was having a surprise filled day.
It was good to be back home, he thought to himself, these hunting expeditions always served to remind him of just how nice the “island” was compared to the world outside. He absentmindedly reached out to idly stroke the smooth rear end of the lovely brunette slave-girl that crouched obediently beside his comfy leather chair with her head bowed to the floor and her ass thrust high into the air. He gazed out through the huge bay windows that completely lined one wall of the spacious living room and entertained himself with thoughts of all of the things that he was going to do with his newest acquisition.
Pam led Ginger in with a flourish. “Our newest fuck-toy is ready to serve!” she announced.
The desperate, young slave’s eyes went immediately to the windows. She had a spectacular view of the gathering sunset over what appeared to be an endless expanse of calm, crystal blue, ocean that stretched out for as far as she could see. The ocean view would have made a lovely postcard, but here, in this context, it was a source of absolute despair to poor Ginger.
“Has she been a good girl this morning?” asked the Master.
“Well, she was a little skittish at breakfast, but she seems to have settled down a bit now!’ Pam finished off her critique by giving Ginger a hard, open-handed slap on the ass. “Go to your Master sweetie!”