Undercover Submissive (13 page)

"Thank you girl, please carry on."  Tugging slightly on Cayce's leash he left the gym quickly.  He waited until they made it out of earshot before speaking again.  "If Serif is in the room with her, I will attempt to distract him so you can talk to her."

"Those girls would have done anything you asked of them Sir," she was beyond angry as she thought about that and couldn't keep the sneer from her face.

"Serif has them trained to do just that it appears."  He knew she was pissed but there was little he could offer her in the way of explanation.  It was basically what she saw, these girls would fuck him on command if he asked. 

"I  would never be your whore, Sir."  She wasn't sure why she felt the need to state that fact, but had no intention of taking it back.

"I would never ask or allow you to serve any other man but me," he spoke the words a little more forcefully than intended, but the thought of any other man touching her pissed him right the fuck off.

Smiling at his words she nodded, feeling a little better about their relationship.  "I wouldn't share you with another slave either Sir." 

He chuckled at her words and shook his head.  "I would never ask that of you either Cayce."  He was pleased that she was speaking her mind today.  This was how he wanted her to be, not one Serif's little puppets here that had only one thing in mind.  It was nice to have a woman willing to please him, but never would he want one that did so without considering her own desires.  His thoughts made no sense even to him and he just shook his head again. 

"Is something wrong, Sir?" She hoped he wasn't angry that she voiced her opinion, but felt the words needed to be said. 

"No, all is well girl, I just want to find your sister and get the hell out of here." He knew that what he planned to offer her when they left this place was the right thing to do now more than ever.  It was apparent that he had been fighting off his needs for years without even realizing it.  Tugging on her leash again slightly, he winked before leading her along.

As they made their way into the pool room Cayce couldn't stop the gasp that escaped her lips as she saw her sister.  She was bent over a bench as some strange man took her from behind roughly.  For a moment she was frozen as she watched the large man pull her head back roughly by her long hair.  Tears were streaming down her sister's face and there was no joy on her face whatsoever. She turned her face into Dylan's shirt and forced back the whimper that threatened to escape. 

"That's how a little slut with no manners should be treated," the man forcefully slammed into her a few more times before pulling out and spilling his seed on her back. Standing up he zipped up his pants and without a backwards glance at the slave he walked toward them.  "I'm done with this cunt, show her who's boss quickly, she's got a mouth on her."  Without another word he walked out of the pool room.

Dylan held Cayce to his chest tightly until the man had left, knowing this had nothing to do with the lifestyle he had chosen to live.  This was wrong on many counts and he pushed Cayce back slightly and walked over to kneel at her sister's feet. 

"Cait," holding out his hand he waited for her to take it.  As she lifted haunted eyes up to his he felt anger move through him in a rush that had him thinking violent thoughts.  No one should be treated this way, his mind fumed.

"I will do whatever you want," keeping her eyes lowered, Cait didn't want to suffer another onslaught like the one she just went through.  This wasn't what she wanted, but how was she going to get herself out of this mess?  Tears continued to streak down her cheeks.

"Cait," walking over she could sense her sister's pain and humiliation, "it's time to come home."  Lowering herself to her knees in front of her she wrapped arms around her tightly.  Her own tears poured down her cheeks. 

"What are you doing here Cayce?"  Pulling out of her sister's embrace she looked at her undressed state and a look of horror found her face.  Turning to look at Dylan's outstretched hand she shook her head in confusion.  "Please tell me you're not mixed up in this."  The horror turned into pity as her eyes pleaded.

"We've come to take you home Cait," Dylan wasn't prepared for her violent reaction and when she stood and slapped him soundly across the face, he could only look on in shocked amazement.

"You keep your filthy hands off her, she is not a whore." Cait reached down to pull Cayce up by the arm, then pushed her behind her own body seeking to protect.

"Cait, please, Dylan's not going to hurt me."  She had never seen this side of her sister.  Speaking as calmly as she could, she turned her sister around to face her.  "He's here to help you." 

"Cayce you have to leave this place," Cait whispered frantically.  She knew that Serif would try and keep them both if they didn't act quickly. Her sister deserved much more than this existence, and she'd be damned if she'd allow him to have her too.

"So do you Cait, I'm not leaving here with
out
you."  Placing her hands on her hips her eyes filled with anger.  "You obviously don't want to be here and no one is going to force you to say."  Let them try, she thought feeling her anger rise.

"Cayce, there's no other choice. I'm a washed up stripper, this is about as good as it's going to get for me."  Casting a glance to Dylan she could only hope that there really wasn't something going on between the two of them.  Her sister deserved more than some man who only wanted to use her as a sex toy.

"Don't you ever talk about yourself that way, you need to tell me what's going on so I can help you."  She knew her sister had low self-esteem but none of this was making any sense.  From what she had discovered in her diary, Cait had loved this lifestyle but it was pretty
apparent from her words that something bigger than a love for BDSM was going on here.

Dylan remained quiet, allowing the girls to talk.  He had no idea why Cait was here if she didn't embrace this lifestyle and something wasn't adding up for him either.  When he had met her at the club she seemed like a vibrant young woman who was having the time of her life.  This person before him was scared and desperate and he could only surmise that Serif had done something to terrify her.

"Look Cait, there's no use in trying to talk me into leaving.  I owe a debt and Serif is going to help me pay it off."  She had thought that coming here would mean she belonged only to him but that had quickly been put to the test.  He had used her a few nights before turning her out to his friends here.  Betrayed or not, she would never be able to repay the debts she owed without his help.  So basically she was his willing slave.

"I see you found my other little pet, Dylan", Serif walked in with a wide grin on his face.  Having her twin had been too much of a temptation for him to resist.  The night he had seen Cayce at the restaurant with Dylan his good fortune was unbelievable.  He had never owned a pair of twins and the thought of how pleased his clients would be made his smile widen even more.

"Cayce is not yours, Serif."  Dylan walked over and placed himself in front of the girls.  "And it's pretty apparent to me that her sister doesn't really want to be here either."  He felt rage fill his eyes as Serif looked over the girls like they were his cattle and he protectively pushed Cayce directly behind him to keep her from his sight.

"So the mighty St. Clair finally found a pet to call his own," Serif laughed crudely.  Pity, he thought to himself the twin idea would have been a novelty.  "Take your little whore, Dylan the other one stays with me, she is under contract." 

"No!" Cayce screamed turning her eyes to Dylan begging for help.  There was no way she was leaving Cait here with this monster of a human being.

"Perhaps she needs a firmer hand Dylan," Serif laughed again, thinking it would have been a joy to take a crop and whip that spirit right out of her.

"Do not address my girl as a whore again unless you want to taste your own blood, and we let Cait decide if she chooses to stay or not." 

Throwing back his head and laughing loudly it took him a minute to gain control.  "I never thought I'd see the day when a girl brought
you to your knees.  Yes, why don't we ask the whore if she choose to stay with me or not?"  Turning to Cait he held out his hand, "Come girl!"

As Cait started to move forward, Cayce grabbed her arm.  "Cait what are you doing, you don't want to stay with this man."  There was no way she was leaving her with this animal.

Cait pulled her arm from her sister's grasp.  "I'm sorry Cayce, I love you but I belong to him." Forcing herself to walk over to Serif, she knelt down at his feet.

Dylan shook his head, knowing the girl didn't want to stay but unable to take away her own free will.  He thought quickly, and remembered what he did about Serif and his greed.  "How much?"

"You are willing to pay me for this slut," Serif was a business man above all and while the girl was attractive he had many attractive whores on his Island.

"Name your price, Serif."  He didn't approve of paying for human's but if that's what it took to get this girl out of this environment, that's what he'd do.

Cayce couldn't believe that Dylan was going to pay for her sister.  She would owe him for the rest of his life for what he was about to do as much as it disgusted her that these people treated human's like cattle.  Glancing at Cait she could see the hopeful look in her eyes at Dylan's words and her heart ached for her.

"Well she's indebted to me for quite a large sum of money as it is, and I'll be losing a talented little whore."  Serif appeared to be thinking over the offer, but was truly just trying to gauge how much he could get for her.

"Name your price, Serif."  He had no doubt that Serif was going to ream him good, but it was worth the price to get Cayce and her sister back home.

"Half a million," he doubted that Dylan was willing to pay such a lofty amount for a play toy, but he figured why not start high.

"Done," he didn't even bat an eye at the figure.  He would have paid more just to get the hell out of this place.

"Go meet your new Master, slut." Serif smiled at Dylan.  "You can wire the money to me Monday.  Have fun with your toys." He was pleased to be getting such a high price for the girl.

"I will make sure it is arranged, we would like to return home immediately."  Dylan didn't want to give him the chance to ask for a
higher amount and he had as much of the Island as he could stomach. 

"In such a hurry to play?  My home is open to you and your toys, but if you prefer I'll have my Captain take you home, he's going back to pick up new arrivals at dusk."  Serif couldn't really blame him, the thought of beating the two twins was enticing

"Thank you for your hospitality," he gritted his teeth to stop from spewing out the words he longed to throw in his face, "but I would really like to get my girls acquainted with their new arrangements."  He didn't mention that those arrangements had nothing to do with enslaving either girl.

"As you wish, I have other things to attend to so I'll be awaiting the bank transfer."  With a shit-eating grin Serif patted Cait's head and walked out of the room.

As soon as he left, Cayce walked in front of her sister and held out her hand.  "Let's get the hell off this Island."  She hated this place and knew it would remain in her nightmares for years to come.

Cait had no idea what had just happened, but it appeared she just traded one Master for and unknown one.  Lifting her eyes up to Dylan for approval she waited.  She knew nothing about this man other than the fact that it appeared he had coerced her sweet sister into the lifestyle.

"Go to your sister, girl," he whispered calmly.  There would be plenty of time to discuss this when they were on the boat out of here.  This girl needed to get her mind cleared and get into a place where she felt safe again.  He had an idea of what she had suffered under the hands of Serif, and doubted that she'd be whole for some time.  Cayce was going to hate him for what he was going to suggest, but the thought of not doing what he knew was right would have far worse consequences.

"Thank you sir," Cait offered a tentative smile to her new Master before taking Cayce's outstretched hand.

They were forced to wait until dusk to leave the Island and Dylan sent the girls to Cayce's room until time to board the ship.  He was in one hell of a fix now and he knew that Cayce was going to have a hard time understanding what he was about to do.

9 Comforting

Dylan had given them both one of his shirts when they entered the cabin on the boat.  He had no intention of allowing either of them to prance around naked for other eyes to see.  He allowed them to get reacquainted on the Island but on this trip back home it was time to come to some resolutions.

Cayce had no idea why she was nervous as she and her sister prepared for the meal on deck.  Dylan had told her that he expected both of them promptly at eight.  Cait had explained to her all the horrible things Serif had forced her to undergo on the Island and she was near to bursting with rage at how her sister had been mistreated.

He had caned her when she didn't fall in line with his plans and made her service half his staff.  Some of the things he demanded of her sister made her flesh crawl.  Water play was something Dylan had explained to her and been put on her no
no
list. With Serif, the contract was made for a monetary purpose and he had refused to pay off her debt if she didn't agree to his terms.  In Cayce's mind this was nothing more than blackmail.

She hadn't gone into detail about her feelings for Dylan, because the stories her sister had told her were so horrific she felt she needed to discuss that more.  She did tell her that he had been training her to perform at an exhibit, but little else.

Scrubbed free of makeup, there was very little difference between the two sisters, Dylan thought as they walked up on deck.  Both beautiful in their own ways, he easily deciphered who was who by the look in their eyes.

Cait kneeled at his feet and Cayce almost followed her lead, but then wasn't very sure what relationship they had now that the farce was over.  Instead she stood and looked at him, hoping her eyes didn't show how lonely she felt at that moment.

"Please join me," speaking softly he motioned toward the dining table.  This was going to be one of the hardest things he'd ever had to do and he could only hope that Cayce would someday forgive him for suggesting this.  "I want to talk to you both together, because what I'm going to suggest will only happen if all of us agree.

Cayce and Cait sat down at the table, not sure what to expect.  They shared a quick look at each other and their expression wore differences that were easily noticeable.  Cayce was afraid that now
that this was over,  Dylan would no longer wish to train her.  Cait was scared that the man she now would call Master would be as cruel as the person she had just left.

He couldn't prolong this any longer and he turned to Cait.  "Cait I need to know if what has happened on the Island has completely turned you away from this lifestyle, or if you feel that there is a part of you that would want to continue if it wasn't so in-depth."  That was a polite way of putting the torture Serif had more than likely put her through.

"Honestly Sir, I thought this lifestyle was something completely different until Serif came along.  I liked a lot of things I had tried before meeting him, but there are things he did to me that I'm not sure I'll ever forgive."  She had to be honest with this man, he basically held her life in his hands so to speak.

Dylan nodded and his eyes moved to Cayce's and filled with apology before returning back to Cait.  "What Serif did to you had nothing to do with this lifestyle in my opinion, and if you would allow me the chance I would like to show you the positives again?"

Cayce's heart broke with every word, and she forced herself to retain her composure.  It was apparent to her that it was her sister he truly wanted and she would just have to force herself to get over this.  Cait had been through enough in her life and if Dylan could make her happy, then as much as it would kill her she was going to suck this up with a brave face.  She had no doubt it would break her.

"Sir, I don't understand what you're offering me here.  I have a debt to replay and I have no intention of going back on that."  Even though the thought of suffering under another Master's hands terrified her, she somehow knew that Dylan wouldn't be as cruel.

"Cait if you agree to be my slave, it will be under your terms.  What Serif did to you was wrong, but there are people in this lifestyle that truly do enjoy it on both ends." 

"I'm not sure what you mean by my terms Sir," she was completely confused.  She just assumed that to be a slave she must do whatever her Master requested of her.

"A good Master will never push you past the submission you're willing to give Cait.  Stretching limits is one thing, forcing you to do something you are completely against is another.  I would like the opportunity to show you the difference."

Cait was floored that he was asking her permission and a part of her still wanted to explore the incredible feelings that had led her
toward discovering this lifestyle in the first place.  "I would be honored to learn from you, Sir."  For the first time in months Cait finally felt that she was not a complete idiot for wanting this.

Smiling somewhat he nodded his head.  "When we leave this ship I will welcome you into my home as my slave then."  Turning his attention toward Cayce he feared her reaction.  There was no expression on her face and he honestly couldn't get a reading on her.  "Let's enjoy our dinner, and Cayce I'd like to talk to you alone when we're done?"  He put it in the form of a question and was somewhat fearful that she would refuse him.

Cayce gave a nod of her head, afraid that if she spoke she would scream at the unfairness of it all.  Why wouldn't he want her sister more, she thought to herself.  This was her life, and not one that belonged to the quiet librarian she had been before this whole thing started.  She had forced back her emotions for year
s
before meeting him, one more night, she told herself she could get through.

They ate in relative silence and Cait asked to be excused as soon as they had finished eating.  Dylan needed to spend some time alone with her sister and told her to get some rest.  Turning back to Cayce he had no idea where to begin.  The ending of this trip, he had planned completely differently.  He wouldn't be the man he was if he didn't do what he could to help her sister though.  He remembered how distorted Elizabeth was when she returned from the Island, and he wasn't willing to let another woman suffer in mental misery that way again.

"Thank you for helping me get Cait back," she whispered quietly unable to meet his eyes.

"There is no need to thank me Cayce, I am a man of my word."  He spoke somberly feeling her pull away from him.  "I would like you to come home with us."  He hoped his words didn't sound as desperate as they sounded because the thought of losing her was agonizing.

With them, she thought as part of modern day harem?  The part of her that ached to give in to his needs wanted to scream yes.  The realistic part of her knew she would never be happy sharing him with another woman, even if it was her sister.

"It's time for me to return to my life, Dylan," she almost choked on the words as she said them.  Her life before him had been nothing, and the thought of going back to that filled her with sorrow. 
He had changed her in ways he probably would never understand, but that wasn't enough to turn her into his whore.

This was what he had feared and it filled his soul with an agony he couldn't describe.  "Are you sure that's what you really want, Cayce?"  He couldn't believe that she wanted to walk away from him so easily.

"I can't change who I am, anymore than you can Dylan."  She smiled weakly at him, feeling at any minute she was going to lose the battle inside her heart that demanded she kneel at his feet and beg him to make her belong to him.

"I would never ask that of you Cayce," lowering his eyes he wanted to demand that she come home with him where she belonged.  She had to make that decision, and as much as he wanted her to choose him, he would never attempt to take her choices away.  "You have my word that I will never sleep with her."

Her eyes lifted to his, shocked that he would give her that.  In truth had already given them both so much that she didn't feel she deserved to have that gift.  The thought pleased her though.  Knowing that he would only physically train her made this bitter pill much easier to swallow.  She knew with Dylan, that Cait would finally find peace in her troubled life.  "Thank you for that, and everything."

"Can I ask you for one last thing, Cayce," he knew he shouldn't do this to himself, but the thought of not holding her one more time was driving him crazy.

"Of course," he had to know that she would do anything for him.  He had freed her sister from a lifetime of servitude, and had taught her that she was still capable of feeling passion.  Those two things assured there would always be a place in her heart for him.

Standing up, pushing away from the table he held out his arms to her.  When she walked into them he pulled her against his chest and held her tightly.  "I'll never regret our time together Cayce.  He whispered the words into her ear, wishing that she would change her mind and take his offer.

She held him just as tightly for long minutes, feeling the security of his arms and wondering how she would ever survive without him.  When the pain became too much, and she felt the tears pooling in her eyes she whispered. "I will never regret my time with you, Sir."  Pulling out of his arms she quickly turned and ran back to her cabin.

Cait wasn't in this room so she could only assume that she was in Dylan's.  Throwing herself on the bed she cried for everything she
had lost.  She would never forget Dylan St. Clair and the love that would dwell in her heart for him until her last breath was drawn.

She didn't sleep at all that night and when the boat pulled back into the dock, she snuck off the boat and found her way back home.