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Rabbit Island

Part 18 Breakfast in bed

18. Breakfast in bed. Jessica caught with her mouth full.
(Rabbit Island by Aurelius, c. 2002)

The phone rang quietly in Master Alex's bedroom the following morning; it was
just seven o'clock. Erik was calling to remind him that the ponygirls needed to
be prepared as they had a busy day ahead of them. Debbie still slept peacefully
alongside him and Master Alex gently kissed her awake.

"Good morning, Master", debbie said with sensual sleepy croak. He knew she was
merely a ponygirl, but Master Alex found her one of the nicest souls to be
cuddled up in bed with; but now duty called, and he had to untie her from the
bed and send her away.

Reluctantly Master Alex made debbie turn over on her belly and pulled the canvas
'transition hood' over her head. It would be hypocritical for him not to use the
hood while insisting that the handlers always did so. Once the collar of the
hood was locked around her neck, he carefully untied the white rope that fixed
her hands together at the top of the bed. Within moments he had her wrists
behind her back held together by the all-too-familiar steel handcuffs.

Sitting astride debbie's face-down body he removed the canvas hood; and while he
ran his fingers through her lustrous dark hair to straighten out the wayward
strands, debbie's fingers had found the closest thing to her hands - his
semi-erect cock. Her meddling hands received a light smack to inform her that
their games had sadly now finished - although the morning erection of his cock
still hoped otherwise!

Master Alex untied the bindings that secured her ankles to the bed. Just like
her wrists, they had six strongly indented lines from the rope. These marks
would serve as a bittersweet reminder for debbie of their lovemaking for the
next few hours.

Moments later, he had the sturdy and shapely figure of ponygirl debbie stood by
the door: Naked, hands cuffed behind her back, and wearing the neat snug-fitting
Velcro-strapped blindfold that was the standard issue on Rabbit Island. Not a
word or a look had passed between them, he knew that made it easier for her.

While Master Alex took care of nature in the en-suite bathroom, the door to his
room opened, and a man's firm hand pulled the ponygirl from his room. The
blindfolded debbie could feel a chrome-linked chain (like a dog leash) clipped
to each of her nipple rings. The chain tugged and she was obliged to walk along
in darkness following the pulling on her nipples. The chain was attached to the
cuffed hands of similarly fixed ponygirl in front of her. Moving down the
corridor ponygirl debbie soon felt something attached to her own cuffed hands
and knew that a another ponygirl's nipples were at the end of that chain.

Erik, as efficient as ever, had collected the four ponygirls from various suites
in the Lodge and led them in a chained line to return to their quarters. With
the pussygirls all on bedroom duties he and Carole had a lot of work to do with
the eight ponygirls.

When Master Alex emerged from the bathroom he found that debbie had been
replaced with the morning newspapers laying on the marble floor. These were not
real newspapers, but a photocopied digest of news articles from the internet
sites of the NYT, IHT, CNN, BBC, etc. All the guests were offered similar
materials to help keep the news addicts happy on an island without television.

***

Master Alex had a leisurely two hours before attending to social duties and had
just the thing to keep jessica occupied while he caught up on world affairs.

"Good morning, jessica", he said breezily to the bunny on the floor, still
securely strapped within the horseshoe and skewered by its dildo attachment.  He
marvelled again at her body, still speckled with wax from the previous night's
amusements.

After deliberating for a few moments she replied. "Good morning, Master".

He already had the transition hood in his hand so jessica knew she would soon be
freed from the horseshoe. Once the five straps of the horseshoe were unbuckled
and the dildo removed Master Alex helped jessica to her feet.

Without the aid of sight she could offer no resistance as Master Alex brought
her wrists behind her back and tied them neatly together with a small piece of
rope. The hood was removed straight away.

Master Alex inspected her bruised face causing her to flinch in pain as his
finger touched a dark blue area.

"How is it?" Jessica asked, figuring correctly that she had an ugly bruise.

"It's not too bad. Just some swelling and a bit of colour." Master Alex was
quick to reassure her. He felt responsible that he wasn't there when she was
attacked. "It could have been a lot worse."

After giving her a couple of aspirin and a glass of water he started to question
her. As a psychologist, he liked to be fully aware of each bunny's personality,
her fears and desires, her needs! He was beginning to make his conclusions about
her. Sitting down on the bed, he looked up at jessica who remained standing.

She tested the ropes that held her wrists, feeling annoyed at herself for how
easily she could be moved from one position to another without offering the
slightest resistance. Now she stood with her hands secured tied with just a tiny
piece of cord.

"Jessica, how would you like to spend your time on Rabbit Island?"  he asked
with a smile, interested to hear how she might answer. "Pedro reckons you have
the potential to become a milkmaid and therefore remain a pearl bunny. The
orchard needs an extra worker if you would prefer a active routine, or perhaps
you could become a ponygirl?"

His suggestions were met with incredulity and anger. "Master Alex! I haven't yet
forgotten that I'm a prisoner here! I was kidnapped and brought here against my
will."

She paced the room in an impotent rage.

"You make it sound like I have career choices here! They keep me naked and in
chains, eating with my face in a trough. I'm tied up, whipped and raped, kept in
a cage, hunted like a wild animal, and when I finally get dressed, I look like a
tawdry slave girl with these ridiculous bells pierced through my nipples".
Jessica gave her breasts an angry ironic shake to illustrate the point. There
was a fire burning in her eyes, which was just what Master Alex hoped to see.

She was looking for something to kick, and moments later her foot sent a small
cushioned footstool hurtling across the room smashing into the far wall. It
wasn't the first time in her life that the fiery jessica had rearranged the
furniture in this manner!

Master Alex leapt up and had her in a bear hug before she could kick out again.
As he tightly embraced her, they tumbled together onto the bed, with jessica
pinned beneath his body. He was taking care not to cause her bruised face any
further pain.

"You fucking bastard, you can't keep me here like this", she yelled, crying with
rage from her prone position on the bed beneath him. Moments later the
transition hood was back on her head and she was again subdued within its
darkness.

Master Alex had been hoping for a civilised conversation with jessica while
fixing her with a 'deluxe' rope hog-tie, but the little tantrum had ruined his
plans. Instead he just tied her ankles together and tugged them back so he could
attach them closely to her wrists, in what he called a 'basic' hog-tie. Sitting
on the bed next to her, he watched quietly as she used the privacy of the hood
as a chance to let some tears flow.

When she was finally cried-out he removed her hood to find her dark exotic eye
make-up had been completely ruined. He'd heard quite enough from her that
morning so placed a wide strip of surgical tape over her mouth. He lifted
jessica into the kneeling position on the bed that her basic hog-tie permitted.
This was a more suitable pose for a bunny to receive the upcoming lecture.

"Would you like to spend another week in the cells?" he asked. "I can pick up
this phone and five minutes from now you could become reacquainted with some of
your least favourite torments."

As he lifted the telephone's handset from the cradle jessica suddenly became
wide-eyed with fright and shook her head frantically.

"So you are going to listen to me this time?"

She nodded slowly and Master Alex replaced the handset.

Taking one of her nipple rings between his fingers, Master Alex made to unhook
it from her nipple. They weren't actually complete rings, just hooks that went
through the nipple that could be attached or removed in a second. Jessica shook
her head immediately to convey to him that she wanted to keep wearing them.

 "You want to keep your bells?", he double-checked with her.

Her nod was definite, and she wiggled her breasts to make the bells ring out
just to make her point. Her sexy little shimmy made Master Alex smile. Jessica
was aware that the nipple bells somehow signified her recent 'privileged' status
and had grown accustomed to feel and gentle sound of them.

"Sorry, but it's not permitted for bunnies to have breast piercings" he informed
her with an affected sympathy. "But maybe we can make an exception this once."

Master Alex knew that jessica's acceptance of something that was initialled
forced on her was a significant step. She had started to build her 'captive
life' by wanting to acquire simple possessions and rights. He decided to leave
the bells for the time being. Jessica was an intelligent college educated young
lady but she hadn't realised that in requesting and being allowed to keep the
bells, she had just given away much more than she had retained.

If only she had read Master Alex's best-selling book "How to Resist the
Stockholm Syndrome" she might have acted differently. That book had helped
countless thousands of 'battered wives' to liberate themselves.

"Bunny jessica, look at me", Master Alex said calmly, while looking into her
eyes. She reluctantly looked up at him with her blackened tear-stained eyes.
"Your little tantrum was understandable. It's true, you have become a prisoner
and a slave on this island. You're annoyed that you haven't done enough to
escape from here or shown enough resistance to your captors. Yet if you had
shown any more resistance over the last week you'd be back in our cells by now."

Jessica shivered at the prospect of being back in the cells and a horrible
flashback to her time in the 'standing cage' passed through her mind.

He continued his monologue as jessica remained kneeling in her 'basic' hog-tie
on the bed: "It remains your prerogative to resist us and try to escape whenever
you can, because your imprisonment together with your desire to escape is
actually the very essence of Rabbit Island. You already know that your
resistance will meet with punishment, and the Masters on this island enjoy
delivering those punishments."

"That's the first choice you must make: How much punishment do you want to
receive? The masters don't mind if you misbehave because it means they can
punish you more. Did you know that some of the bunnies actually enjoy being
whipped? A day without a whipping is like a day without sunshine for bunny sumi!

"Some bunnies even enjoy being tied up by their masters. And can you believe
that some of the bunnies are actually rather in love with some of the masters?
And a few of them even derive satisfaction from being harnessed to a cart and
made to trot like a pony. Yet they still remain unwilling prisoners on this
island, and they still hope to be free one day."

"I'm sure a young lady like you has never set foot in a state penitentiary, so
you would be surprised at the variety of activities, lifestyles and
relationships that exist in a prison. Convicts spend their time playing sports,
reading, socialising, taking drugs and generally try to enjoy their life as best
they can until their sentence is served."

Jessica's tape gag prevented her from asking the obvious question!

"You want to know how long your sentence is?" he asked, and jessica nodded in
confirmation. "Well.....you don't have fixed sentence, although we will keep you
on the island for at least six months. After that, you will be retained for as
long as it pleases your Masters. Eventually you will be sold or disposed of.

"Of course, that's assuming you don't escape before then!", he added with a
little laugh at her expense.

It was beginning to make sense to her. She shouldn't feel guilty just because
Master Alex or anybody else had played with her and caused her to orgasm! If she
was bound up in some manner and there was no chance of escape, why did it matter
if she enjoyed some sexy moments along the way? She knew it was simply in her
submissive nature to be aroused by some of the treatment she received. It was
nothing to be ashamed of, particularly on Rabbit Island.  Fighting against it
would surely mean losing battles time after time.

With that logic in place, and in gratitude for allowing her to keep the nipple
bells, she resigned herself to submitting to Master Alex, at least on this
occasion; but with the promise to herself that she would always try to escape
whenever an opportunity arose!

With that conclusion Master Alex set to work on her with a pile of silky white
ropes.

***

At eight o'clock the was a knock on the door and pussy anna entered the bedroom
suite with Master Alex's morning tea tray. The elegant blonde was looking as
lovely as ever in her white corset-style dress with the ankle length skirt.
Master Alex was sat up in bed in his dressing gown, reading the day's internet
news printouts. Neatly nestled between his thighs lay jessica, in what he called
a 'deluxe' hog-tie. Wrists, elbows, shoulders, breasts, waist, crotch, ankles
and knees, all immaculately bound with soft white rope.

Pussy anna put the tea tray one the table beside the bed and inspected the
Master's latest 'bed-bunny'. Jessica's face went red with shame when she
realised someone was inspecting her while tied in the lowliest, most submissive
position she could imagine.

"Nice ropework, Master Alex, she looks quite at home down there." Pussy anna was
not surprised to see that strapped on jessica's head was a harnessed ring-gag
and had Master Alex's cock stuffed in her mouth. She had been in that same
position many times before.

A leather cord had been wrapped around the base of his cock and balls and tied
off to the straps at either side of jessica's ring-gag. In effect, she was
attached to her Master by his cock in her mouth. Jessica wasn't required to suck
him off, in fact, her face was tied onto his cock with so little available
movement that it simple wasn't possible for her to make the necessary 'bobbing'
action.

"Let's see if she's ticklish", said pussy anna with a mischievous smile. Her
fingers were soon driving jessica's naked hog-tied body crazy, and causing
Master Alex to worry about resulting wild tugging on his genitals. Master Alex
had to make the pussy desist with her torments, much to jessica's relief as well
as his own.

After pussy anna departed, Master Alex poured himself a cup of tea from the pot
and resumed his reading. Jessica had become used to the feel and taste of Master
Alex's cock filling her mouth, and while he continued to read the papers she
spent her time controlling and experimenting with the variable-sized erection.
At one point she nearly choked on it while trying to get her lips to touch his
balls.

Master Alex stroked her hair tenderly, very satisfied with jessica's new-found
compliance. It enabled him to place her in the most complete and tightest
hog-tie she had ever known. Looking down at her body and the neat ropes and
knots at her elbows, wrists and ankles he had to admit that, thanks to her
cooperation, he'd made a damn fine job of her.

For her part, jessica had found the process of allowing herself to become
properly tied up to be more intimate and enjoyable than she expected. She had
watched with interest as the Master took his time to ensure that each rope was
wrapped about her and pulled to a tightness that was strict yet did not pinch or
constrict her circulation.

Master Alex liked the way jessica's face was dissected by the thin black harness
straps either side of her nose, together with the strap that went over the top
of her head that he felt every time he stroked her hair. Making eye contact with
jessica, he noticed a stillness in her eyes that he hadn't seen previously. She
closed her eyes and gave his cock some more attention with her tongue. Master
Alex picked up the papers and continued reading.

"Now, where were we, jessica? Oh yes! The baseball conference playoffs. Did I
finish reading out the Western Conference scores yet?"

They could both sense that this wasn't going to be the only time they would
spend the morning bound to each other in that fashion.

end of chapter 18



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