If Melody was looking for mercy, she had come to the wrong island. Perhaps some of his family might honor her pleas if they were here - Anice came to mind. But sadly for the young slave, there was no salvation to be had for her now. Especially since Marco was one of her tormentors. It would take far more than an appeal to conscience to cause one of the family to oppose him, especially in his own house.<br/><br/>He smiled at his sister in approval. "I should leave all of the sartorial decisions to you, Kiara. You have a real flair for them."<br/><br/>"And she's correct, you know," he said, turning his attention fully back to Melody. "Your choices are your own. If you wish to eat, drink, or..." he paused as if pondering, "engage in any other sort of activity to excess, then we are most happy to indulge you."<br/><br/>At his mind's direction her flesh began to subtly warp. Between her legs a fold of skin grew. Small at first, it expanded until it formed an impenetrable shield over her genitalia. The intrusive organ was permeable to fluid but otherwise completely unyielding, cutting off all access to Melody's most sensitive regions. If undressed she would appear from the waist down like a human-sized Barbie doll, smooth and featureless.<br/><br/>Her femininity was only hidden, though, not eliminated, and he went to work there next. It was a simple matter to put her arousal on a slow upward spiral. A small bulb of flesh pressed against her clitoris, stimulating it each time she moved with a warm vibrating motion. The living sex toy, a traitorous extension of her own body, would become more active in direct proportion to Melody's degree of distress. She could quiet it by remaining perfectly calm herself, but there seemed little chance of that happening any time soon.<br/><br/>Maintaining the same degree of detached concern, he said, "My dear, is there anything that we can get for you? You seem well out of sorts. Do you need to lie down?"<br/>