Erotica Anthology #4

#15 Starvation A harshly punishing finger f**k from a sadistic redheaded matron. Katy found the advertisement when she was flipping through one of her newest subscriptions, while the other hand is busy scooping some chips into her mouth occasionally. It is a luxurious spa retreat located at some exotic island called Tonkiy, which guarantees to pamper all of its visitors for a gratifying experience. The offer includes a modern designer bedroom, complete with its own bathroom attached inside. They have fountains and a garden as huge as a forest at the back of their lawn, filled with all kinds of peculiar, rare plants. The deal is too good to be truth, though she must admit that the price is quite the slap to the mind. But it has really been a while since she last went to vacation, so she thinks a nice change will be good for for. She can erase all her stress in the getaway. It takes her one cross-country flight and a boat to get to the island. Though once she finally arrives at the resort, she finds out that the view is even much spectacular in real life. The picture in the ad was generous enough to show a typical “resort by the beach” overall look, but it does not do the actual place any justice. The outside building look great, making a great contrast compared to its all-natural surrounding. The square architecture stands out even from afar. It has tall, grey walls that reach up high to form a three-story sumptuous condo. Big windows promise a great view from the rooms. It has an infinity pool that is partially tucked underneath the construction’s frontal roof, facing out to the open ocean. Palm trees are blown from left to right from places, the sound of the leaves brushing against one another invades her hearing. That, combined with the tides crashing down gently from behind her, brings a newly heighten vacation mood building up in her. She can not wait until she explores the place further. The swimming pool stretches even longer than the length of the condo, with pool chairs line up from the far edge of the perimeter. The front part is surrounded by a tall bush that goes around the area, giving a sense of privacy. So far, Katy has been greatly impressed. With her baggage in tow behind her, she heads for the main door. Her index finger pressed the bell. She counts to ten, before she can start hearing footsteps approaching. A woman with fiery red curls welcome her with a huge slime. Her lips are painted a vibrant shade of orange, showing a set of pearly white teeth when she flashes her a wide smile in greeting. The woman wears an expensive white dress, which shows off her figure nicely, giving a great divergence against her Caribbean tan skin. “Welcome to the Tonkiy Resorts. Do you happen to be Ms. Smith?” she asks with a friendly tone. “Yes. Call be Katy,” the girl answers. “Welcome, Katy. You are just here on time for our next group activity. Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Claire, but you can call me the Mistress, as in the mistress of the island,” the woman exclaims excitedly. “Wow, you own the whole thing? That’s incredible. Must be hard to manage this place,” Katy comments as she takes a look around the outside. “Well yes, it can be quite exhausting at times, but I think the view is totally worth it.” Unnoticed by the girl, Claire travels her smokey green eyes on her body, assessing her frail body sharp. Size three, or it is four? She can appreciate the small little bumps of her chest and back, especially when the girl turns around slightly, allowing her to see just how thin is her mid section. Claire smirks to herself contently in return, her orange lipstick lifting up as the muscles underneath moves. She will surely have a lot of fun with this one as well. She has just the body type the woman prefers. “Come on in. Why don’t I show you around the place?” Claire takes a step to the side while Katy heads in, totally unaware of how lingering are the woman’s eyes on her when she moves by. The girl is told to leave her luggage by the door, since the owner of the establishment will have someone else to carry those for her guests. Claire leads the girl to the living room, where they are met with a high ceiling venue. The windows are clear and tall, giving view to the infinity pool and the open ocean widely, as well as allowing a lot of light to come in. The ceiling in interactive, with the roof tiles being able to roll whenever wind passes by. There are large couches gathered in the middle of the room, but there are more smaller ones outside. The place looks like it is designed for heaven. Katy can not help but make a sharp intake of breathing from the beautiful luxury. She has been to places before, but this house is just simply too exquisite for its own good. There are already a gathering of people forming in there. Some dressed much more extravagant like Claire, making Katy somehow feeling rather underdressed for the occasion. She does not know that she has to arrive dressed like that, plus it would have been hard to move, especially when climbing the stone stairs heading up to the hill the resort is located at. Good thing she has prepared way ahead and decided to bring a few of her good dresses. Making a mental not to change later on, Claire begins to introduce them. “Hi everyone, this is Katy, who will also be joining us starting from today. Katy, these are my other new clients. Some of them already arrive a few days ago.” The new girl takes note of some of their names when being introduced. She is too shy for her own good, especially when meeting with new people. Her throat always ends up shrinking so tightly from her nerves that the voice that comes out of her always sound strangled. Katy nods and keeps her head down, too nervous to meet them in the eyes. Even when she does, she will look down or away immediately, since she is not able to maintain the strength to do so for long. Maybe for a few seconds, but even that is already way too long for her comfort. The rich wives are not the only people from the group. Katy notices kindred spirits in some of the other girls who are just as shy as her. She feels slightly more comfortable with people who are similar to her, but they are all too shy to even say more and “Hi”s to each other. Some of the other girls look tougher and more independent. Those are the ones they will want to look up to, though some of them appears rather scary and threatening. That might be because some of them carries themselves more seriously than others. They look tense. Maybe that’s why they wanted to go to this spa in the first place. Noticing Katy’s indefinite, Claire then brings her to see the other rooms. The two passes the kitchen and dining area, where there are more people gathering. Is it just her, or do these people just happen to look very skinny. Well, it is not she is there to judge. Maybe they are just anorexia. Maybe they were just born that way. Though it is slightly bit odd that a bunch of skinny people just happen to gather in the same place. It feels like she has been yanked to a whole different place — though in a way that does hold a bit of truth. Shaking her head, she follows on as the mistress shows her many more places to stop by, such as the sauna, the garden and other recreational rooms. Every single one of them looks positively unbelievable. Even as Katy is shown to her room, she can not help but to start gasping with delight. The views are great, but the bed can match to the appeal, with natural white tree branched embedded to the back of the headbed, creating a very attractive center piece in the room. She gets a large wardrobe space, and even a larger bathroom to occupy. Overall, this whole place is too good to be truth. Everything is so comfortable, she wishes she can stay in there forever. Katy sets her eyes to the other bed beside hers. It must be her roommate’s, though she has no idea who it will be. No luggage has even been unpacked from that side. The girl spends the entire day in the massage room mostly, trying to avoid any group activities as much as possible. She feels awkward being in the presence of someone else, especially since she is too skittish in the presence of strangers. Katy even stiffens when the stranger massage her body. Even though she knows that this is the woman’s job, the girl still can not help but feel strange when someone touches her. . . . . . It is a few hours after night time that Katy starts to head down to the kitchen for a glass of milk. That is when she goes past the hallway where the sauna is. She can hear voices, of people crying in chorus. What is going on? She blames her curiosity, but she just can not ignore what she is hearing. Katy creeps towards the door, which is already halfway open. And what she sees shock her to the core. Half a dozen of girls are being hung naked from the ceiling. Thick robes twist around their wrists, which are bound way up high above their heads. Those are the only thing that covers their body. She can see every inch of their skin being exposed to clearly for anyone who ever walk in to see. The heat is steaming — no, boiling — in there, so scorching hot Katy can feel it on the skin of her face even from the other side of the door. The women bites their lips, while some moans from the physical strain their bodies are being forced under. The girl can even hear the sounds of hungry stomachs growling from inside faintly, taking turn vibrating the sound through the room. Katy has no idea what has caused this to happen to them, and her first instinct is to help them. She quickly pushes the door all the way so that she can enter, only to discover that Claire is sitting calming at the opposite of the lined up women, currently sipping a wine by one hand. Even though she can see her sweat through her white shirt, the woman appears as though she is not affected by the heat at all. What is going on in here? If Claire notices Katy’s sudden presence, she does not acknowledge the newbie at all. She green eyes are too focus on enjoying the tied up women’s torment. Their stomachs have been grumbling for almost half an hour now, and they sound like a chorus of music to her hears. Packed with their occasional withering and moaning, they merely adds up to her personal enjoyment. “W-what is going on in here? Why are they all tied up like this?” Katy asks her. The question is way too innocent for someone who has just discovered her little secret. Doesn’t she know? Can’t she figure it out? Is she really this naive? Claire has not decide whether this particular streak from the girl is a good thing or not. “These girls are being rehabilitated,” the redhead simply answers. “Rehabilitated?” “Yes. They are fat, you see, so they need to be kept watched on intensely in order to make sure that they do not stuff themselves silly.” She shifts the wine glass in her hand. “But sometimes, they just can not control themselves. This is done in order to help develop their tolerance.” “By steaming them in this place?” Katy asks in disagreement. “Besides, I don’t think they are fat at all. I can even see some of their ribs poking. I don’t think they need this— this rehabilitation at all.” The newbie must have said something the redhead does not like, because the next thing she knows the woman has set aside her wine and stands up from her chair. The owner of the establishment walks towards her in heavy, three-short steps, facing down the girl face to face. The woman might be sweat much more than the girl is, but she has much more wits in comparison to the blonde. “Do not criticize what I do for my programme, and do not assume you know better than what a professional does. Are we clear, Ms Katy?” Claire emphasizes each of her words in barely contained anger, causing the meek girl to panic. She has never been afraid of the woman before, but tonight just proves that she just can not get along with everyone. Even the most friendly person has their bad days as well, but she is concerned that she might have caused one to the person she does not want to mess with. Throat too clenched shut to speak, Katy can only nod. “Good. Now if we have cleared each other’s misunderstanding, you are very much welcome to leave. Or stay. That’s up to how well you can tolerate what is to come next.” Claire suddenly gives her a smirk, giving the girl a whiplash. She was clearly upset before, and how she is giving her a playful smile? What is the redhead up to? Katy’s question is answer when Claire approaches one of the woman. She has long, wavy dark hair, which is now clenching to her face and neck so tightly because of the heat. Seeing how much the sauna temperature affects her makes Katy aware of her own condition. Her nightgown is starting to dampened, and she can see her own n*****s beginning to stand out from the white material. Her sweat makes it transparent. Despite the heat, it does not seem to bother Claire as much, though. Her red fiery strands might cling to her skin, but the determination in her emerald eyes burn with passion. While the others simply get weak in mind, she grows stronger. Perhaps it is because she is the only one in the room who has lasted this long in this place, who has been feeding properly. The new girl does not count. “Wanda,” the mistress calls out her name. “Are you there yet?” The dark hair woman can only shake her head sloppily. “Really? Then I guess I have no other choice.” Claire glances back at Katy, her glistening eyes searching for something, before turning her attention back to Wanda. “Perhaps a small demonstration is in order. After all, we have one of the new batch watching with us. Surely, a demonstration is in order?” That is a rhetorical question, of course, because none of her tone implies any suggestions. Those sound like an announcement. Katy starts to wonder is she should really be in here at all. She feels uncomfortable with the state of these women’s nakedness. She wants to help them, and they look like they are begging for her to, but the girl does not think she can really go against Claire. The woman can be scary when she wants to be. Too late though. Claire asks, no demands, that Wanda spreads her legs. The other woman does not say or does anything. Annoyed, Claire takes it upon herself to force her way through, using her hands to peel open the dark haired woman apart. Wanda wants to rebel, but she is too weak to fight the redhead’s grabby hands off. As a result, Claire manages to feel up her smooth, ivory inner tights easily. Her skin is smooth even though she is sweating a lot. Claire smirks a little at Wanda, whose blue eyes stare at anywhere but the redhead, before the mistress crudely shoves her thin, long nailed fingers into her cunt. Wanda has been dry when Claire barges herself in, but the sweat that they both have been accumulating helps. The redhead slips her fingers in and out of the clenchedly tight p***y fast, two or three at a go. It does not take long before she earns a reaction from Wanda, who soon tries to bring her knees together. Something thick and sparkling leak from in between her legs, combined with something white also. The tied up woman shivers helplessly from the touch, her body too depraved from refusing the redhead’s attempts. Wanda’s physique has been put through too much strain to function properly anymore. She is not what she was used to, and she hates what this cruel mistress has made her become. Claire knows this very well, and she enjoys taking that last bit of control from the other woman. While Wanda’s been feeling a burning pleasure from Claire’s fingers, her body gradually grows even more tired than before, causing her rumblings to become even much more frequent than before. The bodily pleasure can only carry her so much, before she is grounded back to reality, and how hungry she has become. The sound of Wanda’s audible growling stomach echoes to her ear very closely, making Claire excited enough that she picks up the pace she has unconsciously. The more she makes the dark haired woman grows tiredly, the stronger is the sound. Wanda even gets to the whole new point of starvingness until Claire can train her green eyes on the bound woman and watch the gentle vibration that the mid section gives. The redhead just can not help but gets so excited whenever she hears the sound of an empty stomach. The louder, clearer, and more frequent she hears, the wetter her panties twist in between her own drenching labia. Wanda swallows her own saliva in result from how deep in hunger she is currently feeling. On top of that, her body has been heating up for a while. Being teased by her core also does not help much with how overwhelming is the strain that has been put to her poor physique. She is exhausted and starving beyond anything she has ever been through. Wanda was just a simple suburb wife before all of this happened. She was ought to a relaxing spa resort getaway, but instead she is trapped in this island, under this roof, being ruled over by this vile woman. Wanda has been trapped in there for a while now, but she knows that there are girls who have been in here way much longer. When was the last time she saw her kids? Her husband? They must have thought that she is dead by now, what with having been gone for a while now. It has been beyond the time of her vacation date, and she has not been permitted to make a single call to them at all. Her phones, clothes, passport, and many other things has been taken away. But with being so hungry like this, she can not really think about the big deal right now. All she can think of is pizza, cake, and lots and lots of cream. Oh God, how hungry she is! She bucks her hips unawarely against Claire’s fingers as her mind starts getting filled with all kinds of mouth-watering food. And truth enough, her mouth does water. She drools so much, her saliva slip by her chin and drips to Claire’s arm. The redhead does not show any sort of indication of disgust though. Instead, she smirks, before wiping it off with a finger from her other hand and bringing it to her lips, slowly tasting and savouring it. Claire lets out a soft hums, before proceeding to torment Wanda some more. The more worked up her captive becomes, the more noises she produces, and the more excited the mistress goes. Claire pulls away her fingers just before Wanda cums, robbing the dark haired woman from her long-awaited release. The woman groans in frustration and hunger from how fast yet slowly tormenting the mistress causes to her. Her body shags, her knees buckles, causing the ropes to dig into her skin. She wears, her wrists would be red by the time she is released. Katy’s feet are glued to the floor, too confused, disgusted, mixed with many different feelings. The scene that has been transpired has been a punch to the face. She feels sick. She knows that there are some women to prefer the companies of other women, but she has never imagined what can actually happen behind closed doors. And to see Claire puts her fingers in there . . . while the other woman can only stand there and accept without any other choice . . . This is— this is . . . r-ra . . . p e. Ugh! Oh no. Before she can control it, Katy lurges herself to the floor, expelling everything from her stomach. She tries to stop, knowing that some people might be upset by having her throwing up in here, but she just can not help it. This is just too . . . disgusting. “Katy, are you okay?” Claire asks with a fake concern — though Katy can only see a surprise genuinity. “Ah . . . I’m . . .” The girl has been using her arms to support herself by the knees when she throws up, but then she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand quickly and backs away slowly. Oh God, she can’t do this. “I think I’m just gonna go.” Katy runs away, barging her way out from the sauna without another word. Her feet quickly takes to back upstairs to her room, where she quickly locks the door in. She finds herself sweating like crazy by the time she slowly regains her breathing again. This is too disgusting. She can’t stay in here. Who know what other inappropriate things Claire has hidden from her? Or any other guesses for that matter? With that thought burning repeatedly in her head, Katy quickly tries to look around. They still have not delivered her luggage yet. God, where the heck did they bring it to? It can’t possibly take this long! She has her important things in there. Not just clothes, but official documents such as her passport. How is she going to get back if it is not with her? Cursing herself for leaving her passport in her bag, along with her luggage, she scrambles around the room, walking back and forth in panic, thinking hard. What is she going to do now? How is she going to get back? If she wants to demand her things to be delivered, she will have to face Claire again, and she does not think she can go through that again. Now, every time she pictures the beautiful redhead, all she wants is to hurl. Katy does not know if it is wise to open her door and go back in there, but apparently she does not have to make any kind of decision, as it is made for her. Someone tries to open her door from the other side, but it is already locked. Katy backs away as the person knocks demandingly. “Katy, open the door!” she can hear Claire’s voice coming from the other side. “No! Get away from me, you sick pervert!” Katy shouts back in tears. “If you’re not gonna open, I’m afraid I’m gonna have to push you. Now open, or else,” the mistress shouts threateningly. She yanks on the door several more times, discovering furiously that it is still locked everytime she tries. Katy’s heart hammers wildly in her chest as Claire keeps pounding on her door and threateningly her from outside. She should be safe as long as she stays inside, right? Wrong. She can hear keys jingling from the other side, before the door is suddenly released. She can’t believe it. The woman has a duplicate, and she is misusing it to trespass into her room! “W-what do you want?” Katy whimpers in fear as she backs away from the angry Claire. “There is no use trying to run away,” Claise blurs out, predicting the girl’s direction of thoughts. “You can’t escape?” “W-what is going on? H-how could you do that? To a paying guest?” “The woman knew what she was going to go through when she decided to participate, Katy.” Her voice sounds like a slow-reactive poison, slowing puncturing her mind and body. How can someone so cruel has such a smooth, seductive voice? Katy feels faint somehow. “I-is that what is going to happen to me as well?” “Well, maybe not to that extreme. At least not as long as you behave.” Claire reaches out one hand, tracing tentative touch along Katy’s arm. The girl knows that she should run away, scream, or do something, but her mind simply grows clouded. She would usually flinch and try to get away from other people immediately, but she does not avoid the redhead when she does. Even recalling what has just transpired in the steaming room. She does not get it, or just does not want to be bothered. The wariness rapid leaves her body, along with her fear. Those emerald green orbs capture — no, possess — her will, taking them without as much as a fight. The woman trains her palm from the girl’s arm to her midsection, resting just above the navel. She places her hand there for a while, enjoying the feel of the flatness, assessing how smooth it is over the thin layer of fabric. Her fingers slowly creep through her gap, lifting the bottom of the shirt just a little bit to feel the skin underneath. True enough, her guess is correct. Claire grabs the girl by her waist, wrapping most of her side with just one palm. She is so skinny, so frail, she can just knock her down so easily without the girl being able to do anything. Claire knows that this one will not disappoint. Her panties dampen when she starts to detect some vibrations from the Katy’s stomach, which the woman doubts the girl even notice, too captivated by her beauty and charm. “B-but . . .” Katy tries to think of a reason while the hand feels her up. She tries to concentrate, but it just refuses to go away. Claire grabs her by the area just below her left breast when Katy tries to back away, stopping her in her track with just a firm hold of one hand. The girl gasps a little, both from how close the woman is and the pressure. She needs to go away, but she can’t. “I-I don’t think I like this,” she finally whispers, looking away in shiness. “Ho, you don’t seem to get it, girl,” Claire leans in to whisper in her ear, “You’re a prisoner.” Katy jerks by the word, her entire body shivering in fear. She instinctively backs away, but the redhead already expects that to happen. Claire moves faster, grabbing her by the breast so hard, the girl lets out an echoing scream — though most is from the surprise rather than the pain. “You can’t escape from this place. You got that, silly girl?” Katy loses all words. All of this craziness just decides to spur out of control, and she is caught in its whirlwind. Enjoying the stoic look on the frightened girl, Claire leaves the room laughing like a maniac, before locking the girl in. The sound of keys turning from the other side of the room is clear, and Katy feels dread dropping to the pit of her stomach. No, this can not be happening . . . Sweating in fear, Katy eventually finds herself back to her bed, climbing on ir shakily and tiredly. She has no other thing to do than wallow in her sleep for now. She is just as trapped as the other women in this island. . . . . . A few hours later, after she has handled her end of matters, Claire sets herself in the secret room inside her bedroom. It works more like a lair, really. A lair to watch over. Laid before her are walls covered with dozens of TV screens, each showing every single room, every single corner of the condo. This whole ordeal is designed just for her enjoyment, and she is the only VIP audience of the show. The redhead can not believe just how easy and gullible these people are. They never do background checks beyond the surface, easily fooled by luxurious advertising placement. As long as it looks good and convincing, people would throw thousands of dollars just for an exclusive getaway in her island. They came here expecting some services, but instead they are the ones who are forced to do the servicing instead. They are all her slaves, and she is their mistress. The woman has also gone and introduced herself as a professional to most of her richer “guests”, under the pretence that she is a doctor that can help them become healthier, more beautiful, more youthful, and all those bullshits to buy their interest. It is also a good thing that Claire is an actually professional when it comes down to charming people. That is also one of the bigger factors that plays a huge part in inviting these potential clients into her threshold. Then, once they are under her jurisdiction, away from the outside world, she traps them. Inspection at the start in important, which was why she make sure to always have their luggages checked properly. Sometimes, she does not even bother to return them at all. She will give them the clothes she approves or provides, and they will always show their best features for her to see and enjoy. Claire loves having this type of control over people’s lives. She likes being in control of every single aspect of their lives. It makes her feel strong and powerful. No, she is strong and powerful. Claire sets her green eyes back to the monitors, zooming to a particular one that shows one of the recently occupied bedroom. Katy. She smirks at the thought. Like any other room, Claire has previously installed a bug in the room, allowing her to see and hear every single thing that transpire in any room. When she turns on the volume, she can already hear the girl’s stomach already rumbling from the other side. Perhaps the girl has not even notice it yet, having driven to exhaustion even in her first day. Well, it is not like Claire is a merciful and kind person. In fact, her actually persona is the complete opposite. She is not kind or friendly as everyone expects her to be. That is just her cover. Her real self is much more dignified and devious than that. She enjoys tormenting people, there is no denying it. She has developed a very specific fetish over the past few years. She can not help but enjoy the sound of hunger depraved stomachs. It turns her on to watch as these girls bite and lick their lips in hunger, how their grabs their stomachs as it grumble out of control. She likes how helpless they are in their state of malnourishment. The sounds ring like music to her hears, making her wet. The Mistress ends the night by watching Katy, eyes lock on the scrawling sleeping figure — looking as if the girl already knows what is happening beyond her knowledge — while one hand slips under the table, nesting in between her parted legs and slided off underwear. Claire licks her lips with lust as she watches Katy intensely, her ears plugged with the sound of the girl’s gurgling stomach. Her hand speeds up into a rougher, jerking movements as her libido skyrockets through the roof. Delicious! She can not wait to see more from this girl. . . . . . The Tonkiy Resorts is a starvation clinic, and they are all trapped in it. They must have tried to run away. If they had and succeed, there is no way they would have stick around. The mistress is a tyrant. She keeps food off the women, giving just enough for them to survive without really fallen to a mortal danger. Breakfast is only consist of a few piece of vegetables, delivered to their rooms. There is no lunch. That rule is being kept so to ensure that none of the girls will ever grow strong enough to be able to fight off and rebel against the system. New girls are being kept in their rooms, but separated at first in order to not give them any chances to work together to make an escape. Dinner is when real food appears — well, as real as plain mash potatoes or the occasional fruit salad can get. Sometimes they will get a slightly bigger portion, but only when the Mistress is feeling generous — which is just another rare occurrence. Only girls who starves themselves the most will bet a better treatment. These are usually the older ones, the seniors who have stayed - s***h - trapped - s***h - brainwashed for much longer than anyone else from the whole group. These girls will be lavished with meat steaks and other kinds of expensive food, which they can only earn once every week, after they have spent the entire week starving themselves completely. Katy hears the stories from the other gossiping women, whose batch arrive several turns ago before hers. The girl is completely baffled by the state of these “favorite” women’s bodies. Their skin sticks into their bones so tightly, she can see their bones sticking out easily even through their clothes, which hides almost nothing to the imagination. That is also another one of the Mistress’s favorable streaks, they say. Though it is rather concerning watching these malnourished women trying to eat something of so much amount and protein. Their hands look like they can barely hold on to those heavy silverwares, let allow swallowing something so rich in fat and oil. Still, watching these few women eating delicious pieces of huge meat is making it really difficult to control themselves. It is not just Katy who drools at the sight, but the rest of the table. The girls are being forced to watch as the “favorites” enjoy their full course meals, eyes burning in envy. Well, it is not like there is any unfair treatment — discounting the fact that the so called Mistress is holding people in captive. The “favorites” earn their food according to the efforts they have spent to gain them. There are a total of at least a hundred women and girls in the whole population. The overflowing number is surprising, considering that Katy does not think they have enough rooms to hold all of them at once. How are they able to fit in these many people? Are these even all of them? Could there be more? The dinner table is not big enough to hold everyone, so the Mistress arranges their dinner time in different time schedule, divided in three slots a night. The Mistress is always at present when they eat, which in itself is menacing enough, now that they know who she really is. A huge, sadistic pervert. . . . . . Katy is just passing a random corridor when she witnesses a mind-boggling scene. She is one of the girls who has recently arrived — one of those who are more in the rebellious, toned side — with dyed scarlet hair and tan bronze skin. She is wrapped in a tangle of mess with another unknown woman, pressing the other woman against the wall while their legs are snarled together. The other woman has dirty blonde hair, which appears to be wet and sticking to her skin. She seems to have just walked out from a bath, still dripping some water from her body. Her hands touches the other female’s sides, her fingers seemingly to be enjoying the texture of the bronze skin underneath way too much. The hand roams from the ample breast over a green jacket, before traveling down, passing her midsection, before settling itself nicely beneath scarlet hair’s sweatpants. There are only girls in this place, so it seems like they just can not help it. Still, Katy feels something dreading in the pit of her stomach as she can not help but keep watching on, sweat beginning to gather on her back and other places. Katy is flabbergasted, caught in surprise from the unusual sight. The girl fails to avert her gaze, and the two catches her watching them. The females do not seem to mind though, and turn back to each other to continue whatever it is they are doing just like before as if no one else is there. They smirk into the kiss, hands touching every possible skin they can find. Katy finally musters the will to turn away just in time when the scarlet haired girl drops to her knees, the sound of a zipper being pulled down echoing through the hallway as clear as day. Katy can still hear the noises that the blonde woman makes even as she puts the distance between them. She can not possibly imagine what they can commit to make such wild, heart hammering noises like that in the middle of a corridor. Anyone would have been able to walk up on them. What could they possibly be thinking. Unable to control the flush and nerves that creeps to her body, Katy tries to use her hands to cover her flaming cheeks. The girl heads to the garden in order to calm herself. The place is located at the back side of the condo. They are not allowed to go outside the “resort”’s territory, but they are allowed to roam inside. As long as you follow the rules, the Mistress and her captives keep reminding her. As expected, the garden is staked with tall and thorny boundary fences, done to ensure that no one will be willing to try to escape. They are hidden behind the almost equally tall bushes, but at least Katy makes some attempts by trying to check the place. On her way around there, she also finds some few women trying to pick some flowers and other smaller plants, before shoving them into their mouth greedily. They look starving enough that the girl can see their face and body concaving from the how much hunger they are experiencing. They must have been in there for quite some time now, looking this starving. Seeing them makes Katy wishes that she has food she can give to them. This is so despicable. Claire clearly has more than enough food to go around, yet she is keeping everything to herself. She needs to talk to the woman about this. Surely the woman does not wish these people to die from starvation, does she? Or else, why would she even bother keeping them inside? The starving women throw glares at the girl, as if thinking that she might want to take away whatever it is they have left. Katy steps back from them, trying to proof that she has no such ill intention. But if these women are eating the plants, maybe it is not wrong for her to try to pick some for herself? However, there are no edible fruits that she can pick from the garden. She is not sure if it is wise to eat just any kind of flower without knowing if it will be safe for her body or not. Those women look fine though — as least as fine as they can be looking ever so malnourished. The blonde girl quickly take a handful of different mix and shove them into her hoodie pocket. She does not know when they will come in handy, or if she will end up eating them or not, but she merely thinks it might not be wrong to prepare, just in case. On her way back from the garden, someone intercepts her. Katy flinches in surprise from the hand that is suddenly wrapped around her wrist from behind. The girl twists and turns to see who it is, only to discover the same scarlet haired woman. Her bronze skin appears slightly glistening, as if she has just ran a marathon — though Katy has no idea who the other girl manages to do that while still trapped in this building. Her hand is cold and slightly dam, but the girl refuses to even speculate how it has come to be that way. She does not want to think too much. It will only bring up unpleasant things. “Hey, there you are,” the other girl says, releasing her. “Eh, um, hi . . .” Katy replies nervously. How does one who has just caught another in the act reacts? “I’ve been wanting to talk to you. I’m Jack,” she offers her hand. Jack. Katy guesses it suits the other girl, especially with her tomboyish persona. “Katy,” she responds shortly, shaking her hand slowly. “Sorry you had to see that. Were you surprised?” Jack grins cheekily. The blonde can only nod. “Well, it was not like I am a lesbian or anything, but I had to do it.” “You had to?” Katy repeats in a question. “Well yeah. They have this system here amongst the slaves. Since they do not have money, they can use any sort of way to make trades. I met that woman before. She took a liking on me and offered to give me food, in exchange for some er, services,” Jack tries to explain subtlely, especially seeing the horrified expression on Katy’s face. “Oh, don’t look like that. It’s not that bad.” Katy only scrawls a little in concern. Jack then continues, “At least she was gentle with me. You should have seen the others. Some of the more senior women likes it rough, and some girls who accepted their offers blindly would just be taken straight right then and there. Sometimes they women even go in groups. Those girls do not stand a chance.” “They were forcing the other girls? When did this happen?” Katy’s voice raises a few octaves in newfound resentment. “It wasn’t like that. You were not with us, so you missed the scene when we discovered the truth yesterday evening. Some of the pompous bitches were complaining about their missing luggages, thus instigated a group of protests. I was just there to find out what’s taking the management so long. That is when we started to suspect that this place might be a fraud. “It was true though, and the bitches were furious. They threaten to sue Clair— I mean the Mistress right on her face. That was when s**t started to hit the fan. The Mistress was displeased from the disrespect, so she came out and blurred every single with of her plan to us right then and there. “We immediately tried to escape, of course, but she sprayed us with some sedative. We ended up in our rooms the next morning, with Sam already fingering my wet p***y. I was so shocked, but she said that she would give me food later if I help her. We live in new rules now. And so I decided, what the hell? I’ll do what I have to do to survive in this place. I’m used to eating a lot, comes with the job title of being an athlete. My body can’t survive the sudden change of diet, so I accept her offer.” Jack surprising talks a lot, a contrast compared to Katy. The blonde knows that Jack can probably guesses that right now, what with how short her responses so far has been. “Hey, will you be okay?” the tan girl asks. Katy is sure that she is merely asking out of politeness. “Yeah, I will be. Just . . . a lot to take in, is all.” “I have to go now, but you take care.” Jack bids her goodbye. She is just about to leave, when she remembers something and suddenly turns around. “Oh yeah, be sure to check the list of rules. You don’t want to be caught in the act.” “List? What list?” “It’s tucked inside the bedside table in your room. I had mine, too,” Jack explains briefly, before leaving the girl all alone by herself with her thoughts. Can she really do this? Her stomach growls when the delicious scent of meat hits her nostrils. And is that french fries she smells? Where does all of these scents coming from? Katy does not realize just how hungry she is until the scents welcome her. Apparently, it is not just the blonde who is able to capture the scent. A handful of other girls does too, and soon a gathering of women in their nighties is formed. “I am not imagining this, right?” one woman asks. “I am so hungry, I don’t care if it’s bait or not. I want to find it!” another woman exclaims in a desperate tone. “Food! Food! Food!” they all chant at the same time, wildly, driven by their hunger. They investigate the smell together, their stomachs rumbling all the way as they struggle to think straight in the process, making turns and twists at every corridors until they are lead to the kitchen, where all kinds of food are being displayed. Strangely though, no one dares to paunch on them. “What’s wrong?” Katy braves herself to ask. Most of them does not even bother to ask her. The woman standing besides her then responds. “We are not allowed to eat. This is one of the Mistress’s baits. She likes to put food that we can’t eat, just to see us snap. Then, she will punish us.” “To eat or not to eat. Either way she is punishing us,” another woman adds. Most of the women are too weak to talk, while some can only complain from all the stomach cramps and non-stop rumbling. “Why does the food have so smell so good?” “I want to take a bite so bad . . .” “I’m so hungry!” The room is echoing from a chorus of growls, grumbles, and grunts from every direction. If it is not from the front, then from the back. Their stomachs take turns giving off sounds, vibrating from the midsection and growing larger and stronger as the demand for food is denied. Katy wants to eat so bad, she does not know what else to do. Some of them starts to shake and shiver from the lack of food. Some have bodies that have already been depraved to the point that if a wind is about to blow through the kitchen, they will all topple down without that much of a fight from the sheer force. They all hold themselves back to the point that they start to become light-headed. Their mind spins, causing some to lose their balance and falls. At first it is just a poundering, but then it begins to spread and expand larger. The constant spinning sight is a warning of the lack of proper nourishment that their bodies are taking a toll in. Some girls start to clench into their stomachs when they can no longer hold into the pain, biting their lips so hard to the point that they almost bleed. Some have lips that are too chasp that they start to dehydrate too. But that’s weird. If they can’t eat, aren’t they allowed to at least drink? Cold sweat begins to form on top of all bad things. Some are caught in cold caused by the minimal clothes, while some barely survives from the harsh condition. If this continues on, something really bad will happen. But they are not allow any food or clothes — at least not in the amount that is needed. However, it is not long before one of them eventually snaps. Really, really snap. And she takes it hard. “Oh, screw this! I can’t take it anymore. I’m freakin’ hungry, and I want to eat,” one woman at the front shouts out, before launching herself forward. Plates and trays roll to the floor from the impact. The woman shoves any kind of food her hands can grab. She chews and crunches the food in her mouth wildly, ethic and properness forgotten. Some of then women who are still standing try to stop her, but she just shoves them away. “Stop this! You can’t afford another punishment,” someone shouts out. “No! Food! I need food!” the wild woman is still chewing, tasting the delicious meals as she tries to fight her friends off. “I can’t go back! I can’t just survive on leaves anymore!” the woman howls in anger and tears while her mouth is still full and busy, causing some crumbs to fall on the floor. The others can only watch in pity. Some can only stare in empty eyes, too tired for anything else. “You need to control yourself! She is watching, and she is coming for you,” the other friend tries to convince her. But it is not long before they can hear approaching steps from the outside, of heels clicking against the floor. Claire stands in an all angry-red suit, ropes and whips in her hands. “Whitney!” her voice booms through the room, and all women stop in their tracks. Whitney stops chewing, slowly turning to the Mistress, eyes widening in horror. “M-m-mi—” The Mistress shakes her head in refusal, acting as if she is catching a ten-year-old’s hand in a cookie jar. In a way, the expression can explain the situation at hand. “I am so disappointed in you.” Her red painted lips turn into a slight frown, before she gets to move. In five easy steps, the woman gets to her side and tries Whitney up in her ropes. The woman shakes in fear, dreading what is to come. “I-I-I am so s-s-s-o-rry, Mistress,” Whitney stumbles with her words, the remaining food crumbs in her mouth slipping out as she talks. Tears begin to form in her eyes again, this time in a frantic. She is experiencing so much fear and nervousness that her body starts to shake uncontrollably. The redhead does not even grab her roughly, only circling her hand around the other woman’s upper arm as tight as necessary to carry her out from the kitchen. That does not mean that she can stop herself from shivering and trembling as she is directed out. The slaves part to make ways for them to pass. Claire drags Whitney to the living room, poor Whitney trying to keep up with the speed in bare feet and weakened state. Other slaves have been ordered to prepare more ropes, tying Whitney up against one side of the wall when they the Mistress gives them the signal to. Once they are done, the redhead thanks them, ensuring her words on giving them whatever it is they have been promised to for following her orders. The Mistress then process to grab a jar of honey. Her cronies strip Whitney bare, tearing her clothes apart until she is parted naked in four different directions, allowing them to see the sunken curves of her ribs and limbs. They can see just how well her bones are sticking out from top to bottom. There are dark circles under the starving woman’s eyes. Her stomach has stopped grumbling, but only for a short while when she stuffed herself silly. Large bones bulge out from her elbows and knees, and they can see the crumbled mess of her stomach. She has been starved so badly, it is amazing show she can still stand up still. No wonder she snapped. “You’ve broken the rules, Whitney, and you know what will come after this. Bad girls get punished.” The Mistress licks her lips before smiling pleasantly, not seemingly to be upset about the other woman’s wrong doings at all. That is because she is a sadist. She enjoys punishing these girls. She starts dipping two fingers into the opened jar, before marrying Whitney’s skin with honey. They have no idea what her purpose in doing so. To them, her actions only means more troubles. Claire rubs her honey coated fingers across Whitney’s dried up body. Katy is sure that once upon a time, the woman used to be pretty. But it was all gone now, along with all signs of meat or fat from her body. Will she be like that too? The Mistress brushes her fingers across Whitney’s now shagged, tiny breasts, circling around her areola. She then traces her touch down to her ribs rippling stomach, before going even further. Noticing what she is about to do, Whitney surrenders herself, too weak and tired to fight anymore. But Katy sees what the Mistress is trying to do, and she reacts instantly. “No!” Dozens of faces turn towards her direction, including the Mistress’s. Katy feels like something big just got caught in her throat, and she steps back nervously. Knowing that she intents to escape, hands pushes her back upwards. The girl gets passed around until the crowd manages to launch her towards the Mistress. “Was that you?” the Mistress asks with amusement twinkling in her eyes. She has never had someone interrupts her before. Not in a long time. They are either too afraid or too much of a coward to confront her. “Answer me.” “Y-yes, I did.” “Why would you do that? You know that interrupting a punishment deserves a punishment of its own, right?” Katy hates to be put on the spot. It makes her nerves jump up and down out of control. It is not long before she starts shaking again. Yet, the girl can not bring herself to just give in. Besides, this is a perfect opportunity, Katy thinks. She can finally talk and confront the Mistress. So with hardened will, the girl opens her mouth. “W-why would you do this? What is your purpose? Why keep all of us starved? Do you have any idea what some of them has to go through? What Whitney has to go through?” However, her question only makes the redhead laughs out loud. “You dare to interrupt a punishment, just to ask me that? My, you are either stupid, or you are much more gullible that than I thought you were!” the Mistress exclaims. She snaps a finger, and the cronies capture Katy by her arms in an instant. The red woman directs them to the floor next to Whitney’s withering form, and they push Katy forward to the place, forcing her to kneel down. The Mistress hands her the jar. Katy only stares up in confusion, until she states her instruction. “If you don’t want me to put it in her so much, then why don’t you do it?” she suggests with a smirk. The girl only makes a face in disgust. Since she does not seem to be wanting to do as she is told, the Mistress takes matters into her own hands, grabbing Katy’s wrist with her honey coated fingers, her long and sharp nails digging into her skin slightly as the woman directs the blonde to dip her hand towards the jar. Katy struggles, and they end up dipping too much. Her whole wrist is covered with glaze. The Mistress controls the girl’s hand so that the tips of her fingers are treading around Whitney’s labia. Katy gasps, taking a sharp intake of breathe from the contact. “Now, you can choose to go through this on your own accord, or do you still want me to direct you?” the Mistress whispers into her ear, causing the girl to shiver from the proximite. She can even feel the woman’s body heat on her skin, her generous curves pushing against her back. “And trust me, I won’t be gentle.” Katy looks up to meet Whitney’s eyes, who has resigned to her fate. Do what you got to do, she faintly nudges. Biting her own lips, Katy makes her decision by releasing herself from the Mistress’s grip, before slowing pushing into the tied up woman’s core. Whitney lets out a gasps from the intrusion. Katy stills before sending an apologetic look to the woman. Just get on with it, Whitney seems to say. The girl does as told, smearing the honey into the still tight cunt. Katy is so focused on her task that she does not realize what she has done to the other woman. By the time she is done and pulls out her fingers, a wet trail connects from her fingers to the source, causing the Mistress to laugh even more. Is this all some sort of a sick joke to her? She has done everything that she wants, and now she is laughing at them? Angered, Katy turns and glares at the redhead, which itself is an act of braveness, or stupidity. Anyone knows that disrespecting the Mistress will earn oneself’s own punishment instantly. The show runner gives her signal, and in a second, the hands return to Katy’s sides, pulling her to stand and dragging her towards the the ropes. The girl is then being put at the same wall beside Whitney, tied up by her wrists and ankles, her body strained to a spread eagle pose. Hands grab and cut open her clothes, the girl as bare naked as the one beside her. The Mistress has a different jar in her hand this time — a peanut butter — spreading the brown slap onto her naked body. Katy shivers from underneath her touch. What is she going to do? Just before she moves, one of her cronies steps up to point something out to the Mistress. Her green eyes widen in bewilderment as she turns to Katy, allowing the girl to see what has upset her. The plants that she has gathered. They have found her stash in her torn jacket. “You, where did you get this?” the Mistress grabs her chin and force her to look into those sharp, menacing eyes. “T-the garden,” Katy answers weakly. “Not only have you defied me by interrupting a punishment, but you have also taken something from my garden? How dare you!” she accuses in wrath, before striking Katy right on the side of her face. Now she is gonna get it. The girl has been so weak from the lack of proper food, and now the Mistress is oiling peanut butter onto her t**s. What exactly she the woman planning to do? The despicable woman touches her thoroughly, measuring every inch of the exposed skin like she is a toy or a product to be analyzed. Katy starts to really struggling from her binds when Claire reaching into her tightness down there. Tears start to spill. The girl thrashes around even more so that the other woman. What is wrong with her? Why is she so insistent? Wait, does that mean— “—Are you a virgin?” The question rolls out from the Mistress’s lips, sounding sickeningly sweet. Katy’s silence and hesitation only confirms the answer to that question. This is precious. Claire will have to watch this in person when it happens. The Mistress then announces to the crowd she will allow anyone who wants to have a taste of the small treat to lick it off these female’s bodies. “Take as much as you like, but make sure that you only use your tongue. Lick them thoroughly.” Dread falls on both women’s face. This is their punishment. . . . . . When Katy manages to return to her room, she quickly scramble to find the list of rules. Her body is still too weak for the assault, but she pushes herself to move anyway. Finally, she finds the piece of paper placed inside one of the drawers. Katy pulls it out and begins reading.