Enslaved Heiress
Copyright© 2026 by Rachael Jane
Chapter 5: Melissa
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 5: Melissa - The popular lesbian resort at La Chatte Heureuse has undergone a change in ownership and is about to reopen after a two month closure. The new manager, April, gives Nicole, Rebecca and the others more than a few headaches. Not least is the challenge of working with April's personal slave, Melissa. Nicole is concerned that April treats Melissa too harshly, but Melissa is more resilent than she seems. The change of ownership opens opportunities for Tessa and others. #6 in the series.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Consensual Slavery Lesbian Fiction BDSM DomSub FemaleDom Humiliation Spanking Anal Sex Sex Toys
While I wait for Kirsty to return from dropping off Beth, Brian and Jason in town, I spend the first part of the morning working under Rebecca’s supervision. She has spent the last week or so coming to grips with managing the island’s supplies. Now she needs someone to do the fetching and carrying as she redistributes the items in the storeroom to where they will be needed when the club reopens. Although Rebecca is quite capable of moving a few boxes, such work is beneath the dignity of a member of the Mistress caste.
“I think you are going to need overalls when you’re doing manual labour,” says Rebecca.
“Madame April insists that I remain clothed as I am, Madame,” I reply.
“Well, you’ll need something over you while you’re out on the lake. The wind chill out there is brutal.”
I’m unsure what to make of Rebecca. At one level she’s approachable and considerate, but there’s no doubting her dominant personality. Elise is her favourite among those of us in the Slave caste, and I’ve seen them share intimate moments on several occasions. If Rebecca makes a sexual move towards me, how will I react? I find Rebecca attractive, but I’m not sure I want her between my legs.
“Don’t daydream, Slave Melissa,” says Rebecca when I briefly stop my work. “I’m sure one of the slaves has warned you of my skill with a whip. Have you ever been whipped before?”
“No, Madame. I’m sorry for halting work. I’m not used to such strenuous work. It won’t happen again.”
“Don’t make promises you are unlikely to keep,” chortles Rebecca. “Just make sure you exercise your muscles. You have chosen this lifestyle, and everyone around you will make sure that you live it. Ah! Here comes Nicole to make your life extra difficult.”
“Good morning, Rebecca,” says Madame Nicole as she approaches us. “There’s to be a party tonight with a public punishment as the centrepiece. You and I are to deliver the punishment, and Melissa is to be the one punished. Melissa; April says that you will agree to be publicly punished for failing to learn enough about gardening while you were working with the gardeners. Is that so?”
“Madame April told me I was to be punished when she decided to invite Beth to seek employment here.” I reply. “She didn’t say what the punishment was to be, nor that it would be carried out in front of everybody.”
“Hmm. Well the punishment will be six lashes of Rebecca’s whip while you are bound tightly to a frame. It’s up to the other members of staff whether they witness your punishment, but everyone is being invited. I need to know whether you agree to do this ... slavery and punishment is a lifestyle choice at La Chatte Heureuse, not something that is forced on anyone.”
“Yes, I will accept Madame April’s punishment,” I reply.
I don’t reveal that Madame April had initially demanded that I endure twenty lashes of the whip when we were discussing garden maintenance last night. I accepted the price in exchange for April inviting Beth to join us on the staff here. I hope the watered down sentence doesn’t mean April has changed her mind about Beth. Having delivered her news, and received my acceptance, Madame Nicole returns to the office.
I report to the dock as soon as the boat is seen coming around the headland. Madame Rebecca’s parting gesture is to hand me a pair of orange overalls with orders to wear them. Remembering Madame April’s contrary orders about my clothing, I wait until I’m on the boat before putting on the overalls. Lady Kirsty seems to understand my dilemma when I explain my actions.
“You puzzle me, Melissa,” says Lady Kirsty, as we travel across the lake towards the north-end dock. “I transport nearly all the people who visit the island, and I normally get a sense of their motivation to come here. You, I cannot fit into any of the usual types.”
“Perhaps that’s because my situation is somewhat unique, Lady Kirsty,” I reply.
“In more ways than you perhaps realise. Staff are usually only allowed to join the Slave caste as General Slaves, making themselves available to all visiting mistresses. I’m not sure your status as a Chattel Slave will be tolerated by the more predatory mistresses.”
“I didn’t choose to be a Chattel Slave. It was a condition of the agreement Madame April and I reached. Do you think my status will cause problems when members start arriving on the island?”
“April doesn’t realise the consequences of her decision. She has yet to prove her credentials as a mistress to her peers. Taking you on as a Chattel Slave is like throwing down a gauntlet at the feet of the Mistress caste members. The more aggressive members of the Mistress caste will accept the challenge and use you as bait.”
I don’t reveal that persona of ‘Madame April’ is a sham, and that April has no interest in being well-regarded by the other mistresses. She’s a businesswoman first and foremost. Like me, she didn’t ask to become involved with La Chatte Heureuse, but neither of us are the sort to concede defeat without a fight. However, I appreciate Lady Kirsty’s warning of the risks to me.
The small dock at the north-end of the lake consists of a wooden jetty, a small boathouse with refuelling facilities, and a modern concrete and steel mini-warehouse. The place is deserted, although the barge we have come to collect is ready and waiting for us.
“This place is controlled remotely,” says Lady Kirsty when she sees me studying the area. “The club hires casual workers from a nearby town to store inward consignments in the warehouse, and then prepare the barge twice a week.”
I don’t reveal that I know this information already from the copious papers my father acquired with the purchase of La Chatte Heureuse. Similarly, I know the small boathouse holds a second boat for use whenever it’s needed.
Fortunately, moving the barge after months of disuse is less of a challenge than Lady Kirsty feared. We are soon on our way back to the island. Kirsty skilfully brings the barge alongside the island’s dock. Under Kirsty’s supervision, I secure the barge’s moorings and disconnect the tow rope. Then I fetch the tractor and trailer we use to transport supplies to the storeroom.
I realise that I’ve made a mistake when I draw the tractor alongside the barge. Madame April is standing there waiting for my return. She looks angrily at me.
“Slave Melissa!” growls Madame April. “I specifically instructed that you were to comply with the dress code for your caste at all times. Who gave you those overalls, and why are you wearing them?”
“It’s cold out on the lake, April,” intercedes Lady Kirsty, saving me from having to concoct an answer that doesn’t cause more trouble. “And April needs the extra protection of the overalls while handling the barge.”
“Then she should have asked me for permission first,” snaps Madame April, before turning towards me. “You’ve just earned a doubling of tonight’s punishment. Now take off those overalls, and get on with your work.”