Belladonna's Pleasure Slave

The next day, Rob was sitting by Belladonna’s chair at the dinner table. She was having a few Shadow Agents as guests for breakfast that morning, and she wanted to show Rob off. She figured that, since she was there with him, and it was in her own quarters, her new slave would not be in any danger.



Sitting to Belladonna’s left was Plasmus, then Torkus, and Draconis. On her right were Mentalis and Werag. Amari and Lelee were serving, with Tiki playing quietly in Belladonna’s room as she waited for “Robby” to return.



Rob sat quietly on Belladona’s left, kneeling on the floor. He would have to wait for the diners to give him table scraps for his own breakfast –if they would be kind enough to give him anything.



“I still say he should have been executed!” Mentalis was saying. “He and his Orbots’ have defeated us once too often to allow him to live!”



“Because the boy has intelligence enough to build the one thing in the universe that has proven a challenge for us?” Werag asked with a chuckle.



“Easy for YOU to say!” the little blue man in the large helmet countered. “You have yet to face the Orbots!”



“I have faced and been defeated by the Orbots,” Plasmus reminded him. “But I don’t hate our young friend for it.” He watched as Belladonna hand-fed Rob a choice bit of sweetened bread. He chewed slowly, and swallowed the food carefully.



“That is you, Plasmus,” Torkus said. “I would have gone for a quick death.”



“Why do that?” Draconis asked the aquatic agent. “Keep him for amusement, I say.”



“His death would have been slow and painful,” Mentalis glared at Rob, “had I been given the Orbots’ Commander to do with as I pleased.”



“Lucky for him, then,” Werag smiled, “that was not the case.”



“And what would you have done with him?” Torkus asked.



“I would have suggested slavery, also,” the little man replied. “I would have then made him reveal the secrets of Mighty Orbots. Or have you forgotten that the boy designed and built our foes? But,” he went on, “since it is Belladonna who owns him, he is safe from that fate.”



“And Mighty Orbots continues to defeat us, time and time again!” Mentalis argued. He turned to glare at Rob, and caught him trying to suppress a smile. This caused the little man to roar with rage.



“You think that’s funny, do you?” he cried. Rob flinched, remembering his station at the Shadow Fortress. When Rob kept quiet, he yelled, “Well? Do you?!”



“N…n…no…” Rob gulped. He was not sure how to address the other agents, so he did not add in an honorific to his response. Unfortunately, this only made Mentalis more angry.



“Address me proper, slave!” he yelled. He slid off his chair and moved around to where Rob was kneeling. Rob only looked confused –and genuinely frightened—and did not answer. “Say it!” Mentalis roared. “’Lord Mentalis’! Say it! Say it! SAY IT!”



Rob tried to get the words out, but was in too much pain to speak. Mentalis balled his hand into a fist and struck Rob, causing him to fall over.



“Stop it, Mentalis!” Belladonna demanded. “He is my slave, and you are in my quarters!”



“Then…” Mentalis demanded, hitting Rob with each word he spoke, “…make… him… show… me…respect!”



Rob lay on the floor, his face bruised and swollen, unable to speak. Plasmus held Mentalis back as Belladonna attended to her slave. Werag joined her, wondering what he could do to help.



“Is it bad?” he asked, concerned.



“Very, I’m afraid,” she answered. She glared at Mentalis. “We need to get him to my room. Amari!” When the servant woman appeared, she took one look at Rob, and gasped.



“M’Lady, what happened?”



“Mentalis beat him,” Belladonna answered. “Help me get him to my room, then fetch bandages and ointments.”



“Yes, M’Lady,” Amari replied. Together, the two women moved Rob to Belladonna’s bed. Little Tiki seemed in distress at seeing her friend’s injuries.



“Tiki,” Amari said, “go find your sister and tell her we need the ointment that’s kept in the bathroom, and some bandages. And also some cold water and some clean cloths.” Tiki went to obey, and Belladonna returned to the dining room.



“I’m sorry if this has ruined breakfast,” she said. She glared at Mentalis. “You are not welcome in my quarters, Metnalis,” she ground. “Not until you can control your temper!”



“Perhaps by then,” he shot back, “your slave would have learned some respect for his superiors. I suggest you teach him to kneel to the whip!” With that, Mentalis left Belladonna’s quarters.



“He may be right about teaching the boy to kneel for the whip,” Plasmus sighed. “Mentalis is not going to let the incident slide. As soon as that boy is well, and Mentalis catches sight of him again, he’ll demand that the slave be whipped. He may even perform the whipping himself.”



“And he will, first chance he gets, I’ll bet,” Belladonna sighed. “Poor Rob. Even when he’s kept in seclusion from the rest of the Shadow Fortress, he somehow ends up in danger.”



“Well,” Warag said, “I hope he recovers from this attack. I shall be seeing you both again.” He bowed and left. One-by-one, the other guests left, some giving their best wishes for the injured Rob, and others simply saying their good-byes and leaving.



Belladonna made her way back to her room. On the bed, Rob lay asleep, his injuries dressed and bandaged. Soft moans and sobs escaped him as he tried to sleep off the pain. She sighed. It would take a long time for that, she realized. Poor Rob, indeed. She left the room to continue her duties, instructing Amari and the girls to watch over Rob.



This was going to be a long healing for the boy.



*~*~*



“You have to learn,” Belladonna said. She stood in front of him, a flogger in her hand. Rob was completely recovered from the beating Mentalis gave him and was now standing before her. His head was bowed, waiting for his punishment.



“Yes, Mistress,” he whispered.



“Mentalis could come in anytime and demand that you be whipped for what he perceives as a breach of respect,” she continued. “You have to learn to bend for the whip.”



“Yes, Mistress.”



“Kneel, like you usually do,” she commanded.



“Yes, Mistress,” he responded. Rob sank to his knees, his head still bowed.



“Now, bend your body forward, still kneeling; and it would be wise to put your hands and arms over your head. If the whip misses your back, then it would be better if it hits them, instead of your head.”



“Yes, Mistress,” he said. Rob bent forward, his hands and arms over his head, his face nearly touching the floor.



“You must remain like that until you are allowed up,” Belladonna continued. “This could be long after your whipping.” She allowed the tails of the flogger to lay across his back, but did not hit him with it.



“Yes, Mistress,” he said. He shuddered, but held his place. He wondered if he would be able to hold it if he was really being whipped.



He felt her hands move his arms from his head, then felt her caress his hair. He blinked, confused. Was she not going to punish him now?



“My poor slave,” she whispered softly. She was kneeling beside him, now, petting him and holding him to her. He dared to look up into her face, giving her a questioning look.



“No,” she smiled. “I’m not going to punish you. Not after what you’ve been through. But Mentalis is another story. Plasmus tells me that Mentalis has taken to carrying a whip with him. If he sees you again, he may command you to kneel like I taught you, and proceed to whip you. As far as he’s concerned, you owe him a respectful apology. I can’t guarantee that he won’t whip you, but if you find yourself in his presence, kneel for the whip, and ask him to forgive you, addressing him as ‘Lord Mentalis’.”



“Yes, Mistress,” Rob replied. She drew him to her, still petting his hair, attempting to give him some form of comfort for what they both knew was going to be a painful trial. Belladonna could only hope that he would survive if he were to meet Mentalis again.



The embrace continued for several hours.



*~*~*



It had been anticipated for weeks after that fateful breakfast in Belladonna’s quarters. She could not keep Rob hidden away forever. Sooner or later, he would cross paths with the other Shadow Agents –and with Mentalis.



It happened when Mentalis had to go to Belladonna’s rooms for a special item he needed to borrow. She had been reluctant to allow him in, but knew that if she did not, he would have gone to Umbra, and she would have to let him into her rooms, anyway. She prayed that Mentalis would not see Rob, and be reminded of the breakfast that day weeks ago.



She should have prayed harder.



Although Rob tried to stay hidden in Belladonna’s bedroom, Mentalis caught sight of him, watching fearfully from the side of the bed. The sight of the young man reminded Mentalis of the slave’s disrespect that day, and he turned red with anger. There was some unfinished business with the slave, and Mentalis meant to finish it. He stomped into the bedroom.



“Show yourself, Slave!” Mentalis demanded. Rob eased out from behind the bed. As soon as he was clear, he assumed the position Belladonna had taught him, kneeling and bending low, arms and hands over his head.



“Yes, Lord Mentalis,” he replied.



“Now, you show proper respect,” the little man smirked. “As I recall, you were amused by the fact that I was defeated by your toy robots. Correct?”



“Yes, Lord Mentalis.”



“And, you did not address me properly that time. Correct?”



“Yes, Lord Mentalis. Please forgive me.”



“You still need to be disciplined properly for that infraction, Slave.”



“Yes, Lord Mentalis,”



“Then, it is time I remedy the situation. Correct, Slave?”



“Yes, Lord Mentalis,” he whispered. There was no getting out of it, now. He was about to get his first whipping as a slave.



Without another word, Mentalis unholstered the whip he now carried with him. It was a multi-tailed thing, like Belladonna’s flogger, but had only nine tails. The leather was brown, and the handle tip was a silver stud shaped like the head of a bull. The tails were loose leather, kept very well-oiled.



Rob felt the whip bite into the flesh of his back, and he fought to hold back a cry of pain. Lash-after-lash was applied to his back, and he struggled to maintain control of both his posture and his composure. Each lash left a bloody stripe as it burned his back, crisscrossing a pattern on his skin.



Finally, the whipping was over, and he could sense that Mentalis had left, satisfied that Rob had been well-punished. Rob remained on the floor as he was, waiting to be let up. After what seemed like hours –but was probably only minutes—he felt someone cradle him in their arms.



“Oh, my poor, poor, boy,” Belladonna tried to comfort him. “I knew this would happen! I knew Mentalis would not leave you alone!” Gently, she helped him up and to the bed. She sent Amari for water to clean his wounds, and salve and bandages to dress them with.



She was surprised when Dr. Phoenix and Darra arrived with the medicine and bandages.



“We heard what happened,” Dr. Phoenix said. “And we wish to help.”



“This is old family remedy,” Darra added. The lizard-like agent held out a canister of ointment. “It help slave-boy get better.”



“Thank you,” Belladonna responded. She took the offered medicine and applied it to Rob’s cleaned wounds. Dr. Phoenix then helped her bandage them.



“He should rest,” Dr. Phoenix said. “He will need his strength. And I have a way to fix Mentalis for what he’s done…” With that, the cyborg-scientist left Belladonna’s chambers. She looked at Darra with confusion on her face.



“What do you suppose he meant by that?” she wondered aloud. Darra just shrugged his shoulders.



*~*~*



They found out about a week afterwards. Mentalis had gone on another mission to try and destroy Mighty Orbots, but had been captured, instead. Now, he was wasting away in Devil’s Asteroid, and Umbra was in no hurry to rescue him.



“Let the fool rot in prison!” the bio-computer declared.



Belladonna wondered if perhaps Dr. Phoenix had anything to do with Mentalis’ latest defeat. Even if the cyborg had not, Rob would not have to worry about Mentalis any more. He was free of that particular Shadow Agent.



Rob sat up on Belladonna’s bed, being fed his supper by Tiki. The child took great delight in giving the young slave his food, making a game out feeding time. Rob was still recovering from his whipping, although Darra’s salve was working wonders. In another week or so, even the whip-marks would be gone, and it would be as if he was never whipped!



Tiki playfully dangled a piece of meat over Rob’s mouth. She teased him a little with it, before finally letting it drop into his mouth. She giggled as he chewed and swallowed the bit of food. She picked up another piece of meat and repeated the game.



Belladonna watched as the little girl played with the blond-haired youth. The child had come to love the handsome slave, and looked upon him as more of a big brother than a slave or pet. Every so often, Tiki would stop the game to give him a gentle hug and a quick kiss on the cheek. Rob would smile, accepting the child’s gifts. Tiki would then return to the game.



Soon, the food was gone. Amari came in and collected the food trays for cleaning. Now, Lelee joined her sister on the bed, coming in from the other side of Rob. The older girl also gave the youth an embrace and a kiss. Both girls and their mother were relieved that Rob was mending from his abuse. Rob treated both girls as his little sisters, and Amari as his mother.



“Time for bed,” Amari said at last. There were “Awwwww!”’s from both Tiki and Lelee, but they gave Rob one more kiss and hug good-night and slipped out of the bed to join their mother at the door.



“Night-night, Robby!” Tiki waved at Rob.



”Night, Tiki,” he replied. “Good-night, Lelee; Amari.”



“Good-night, dear,” Amari said. She moved to the bed and gave him a motherly kiss on his forehead. “Be well.”



“Night-night, Misstiss,” the child waved. Lelee also waved “Good night” to Belladonna.



“Good night, girls,” she smiled. “Good night, Amari.”



“Good night, M’Lady,” the servant woman replied. She led the girls to their room, leaving Mistress and Slave alone. Belladonna walked over to the bed and sat on the side, close enough to kiss him if she leaned just a bit forward.



“You are loved, even here, my sweet slave,” she smiled, brushing his blond bangs from his sapphire eyes.



“It seems so,” he blushed shyly. She ran her hand over his shoulder and down his arm.



“Do you enjoy the pleasure we have in bed?” she asked. “The sex and all?”



“Yes, Mistress,” he replied.



“Honestly?” she pressed. “You’re just not saying that because you are my slave?”



“Honestly, Mistress,” he assured her. And he did enjoy the bed-pleasure. This surprised him. And worried him, as well. Did his enjoyment of the sex with Belladonna mean that he was betraying his own love for Dia?



“Then when you are well, we will continue our bed ‘activities’,” she smiled. She proceeded to undress, and then climbed into bed, as naked as always. But she did not seek bed-pleasure with her slave. Not tonight. Tonight, she just held him close as they both drifted off to sleep.