Six Masters Island - Chaytons Twins Page 2

  Her hands twisted anxiously as she imagined Chayton informing Constantine of her miserable failure. Her former Master may not give her the chance to convince him of her submissive devotion, and Isabelle envisioned the window of opportunity to be returned to the harem slowly closing with Chayton’s recount of his disappointment with her. At this point, she would even beg and plead with Ayden to get back in the Masters’ good graces.

  Isabelle paced the small cell, scheming ways to rectify her circumstances and allowing a familiar sense of confidence to bolster up her depression. She considered herself an expert at devising tactics to improve her status, and the fact that her cunning plans had done nothing but land her in dire straits since she had been brought to Six Masters Island, did not dissuade her from continuing along the only course she understood how to follow.

  When Chayton left Helo with Isabelle, he led Ayden back to his room. Ayden was still upset that he had let the devious woman cause him to doubt his abilities to please his Master. “I never should have given in. I’m sorry, Master.”

  Chayton sighed. “Ayden, she was already causing trouble with the other girl and if nothing else, she was a pleasant distraction for a few weeks. I’m getting ready to harvest, so I had to end it anyway.” Chayton put his arms around the young man and brushed his lips across his sandy curls.

  “I wish you weren’t leaving, Master. I’m so lonely when you’re gone.” Ayden buried his face in Chayton’s broad bronze chest and inhaled his comforting, masculine scent.

  “I’ll only be gone a week. Ayden, you know I can’t send you to another estate while I’m gone. I don’t trust the other Masters with you.” Chayton felt the man shiver at the thought and decided to distract him. “Prepare me, Ayden. Isabelle left me completely unaffected.”

  Chayton let Ayden help him out of his pants and lay back on the bed with one arm under his head, thinking of the upcoming acquisition trip. His other hand brushed through Ayden’s soft hair while he bobbed up and down on Chayton’s rigid shaft, and he could see Ayden’s hand wrapped around his own cock, pumping furiously as he took his Master’s length deep down his throat. Ayden started moaning with his impending release, and the vibrations in his throat caused Chayton to climax violently.

  They were just waking up from their nap when Helo knocked on the door. “Enter,” Chayton called. “What is it, Helo?”

  “Your guests have arrived, Master,” he answered.

  “I’ll meet them in the office,” Chayton replied. Helo left to carry out the order and the two lovers quickly washed and dressed.

  Ayden followed Chayton towards the door. When he had gotten the nerve to ask him, Chayton said he was part Sioux and his name meant falcon. His ancestors’ features were evident in his strong jaw and full lips. Ayden felt his balls tingle with tightening arousal as he caught glimpses of well-defined muscles showing briefly when his Master’s shining hair swayed as he walked. How can I last a week with him gone?

  When they reached the office, Ayden took his place beside his Master, kneeling on the large pillow beside the heavy wooden desk. Chayton poured brandy for Constantine, Preston and himself and sat down. “Constantine, I need to return Isabelle.”

  “I’d heard you were trying to train her.” Constantine smiled compassionately. “She’s ambitious and vain, and I had doubts she would satisfy your needs. Even the thought of making her available to guests is distasteful to me. Her propensity towards subterfuge is annoying.”

  “Personally, I’d have her first up at auction. She disrupted my household and sabotaged Ayden into this situation. You had similar problems with her.” Chayton’s black eyes flashed in anger, and Ayden tentatively reached up to stroke his Master’s thigh. Chayton settled back in his chair, relaxing somewhat. “I’m leaving for Nevada next week.”

  “The casino?” Preston sat forward attentively. News of the acquisitions always intrigued him.

  “Yes, the pool tournaments have already started. I’ve been studying a five-girl team from Florida that played last year, and four of the women have made reservations. Paulo sent pictures and identification on them from last summer, and I’ve managed to compile a decent profile on each of them. The fifth girl will probably be with them and just didn’t register yet. Maybe they’re saving on the room rate.” Chayton shrugged. “The background check shows very few family or friends to raise too much of a stink.”

  The Masters’ harvests always took place in the summer when young people were in flux, traveling towards vacations and school. It would take a few days longer for relatives or friends to realize the youths were missing and convince authorities to investigate. The abductions were choreographed so well, law enforcement lost interest in the cases quickly and piled more demanding crimes on top of the soon forgotten missing persons files. Chayton would be the second to leave after Sean returned from Japan with his acquisitions.

  Constantine’s fingers tented on his crossed knees. “I’m headed to Italy. I miss my olive-skinned beauties, and I have four lucky ladies who have won ‘scholarships to study art’,” he chuckled. Constantine stood an even six foot, and silver was just beginning to shoot through the dark temples of his classic man’s haircut. He preferred tailored suits and khakis to leather or jeans, and he liked his male and female slaves pretty, soft and petite.

  While Chayton enjoyed mutual satisfaction and arousal with the whip, Preston was a true sadist. He gave very little consideration, if any, to the submissive’s pleasure, and was much more extreme with his endeavors. He stood six two, an inch or so shorter than Chayton. His shoulder length dark hair was tied back with a strip of leather. Preston sported a hard, athletic body, his physique shown off in tight jeans. “I suppose you’ll be picking them up in the jet and flying them directly here?”

  Refusing to be baited, Constantine replied calmly, “I don’t enjoy the capture as much as you do. It’s much less traumatic my way.” Constantine knew some of the Masters considered him too soft and forgiving. His training consisted of overcoming the slave’s reluctance with psychological tortures, and the other Masters had no idea about the mind games that Constantine orchestrated behind his estate walls. By the time he finished, his slaves were brainwashed into complete infatuation with him.

  “You miss out on so much.” Chayton felt himself begin to stiffen as he thought about the approaching harvest. Ayden moved his hand from his Master’s thigh and began softly rubbing the bulging leather. Chayton looked down at his eager lover’s adoring eyes and smiled while he caressed his blonde hair. “Preston?”

  “I’m headed to Sweden. I may be gone an extra week while I search for the ‘perfect models’ I’ve advertised for.” Preston always drew out the selection process. “I heard Julienne is going to Arkansas. I told him I wasn’t in favor of him cultivating so close to Nevada, but you know him. He’s going ahead with his plans. He should be far enough away from Las Vegas and your visits are more than a month apart, so the two incidents shouldn’t be connected.”

  Chayton agreed. “What about Camille?” Camille was Preston’s sister and the island’s only Mistress. The tall woman’s voluptuous, feminine figure was matched by her strength. Long dark hair set off her cat shaped eyes and full lips, making her appear almost cruelly beautiful…and she was cruel. Camille was an expert at drawing in the men. While the other Masters brought back three to five women, Camille would bring back a dozen virile males.

  After a few weeks of training she would decide which slaves she would keep. At the on-island auction at the end of the summer, Camille would trade the rest of her males for the female servants she needed. Few of her acquisitions were condemned to the off-shore auction in November. “Camille is going to Argentina and Norway. She thinks she’ll be gone about three weeks,” Preston informed them.

  The rest of the evening was spent on routine island issues. “Ayden, find Helo and have him prepare Isabelle for her return to Constantine’s estate.” Chayton waited for the door to close behind him. The visiting Masters were well aware
of Chayton’s affection for the young man and tried not to upset him and risk the Indian’s anger.

  When Ayden had left the room Preston inquired, “Do any of the Florida girls look suitable?”

  “Not particularly. Of course, I haven’t seen them in person yet, but it looks like one or two ponies and some pleasure slaves. One of them looks like off-island auction merchandise. I’ll decide after I acquire them,” Chayton replied dispassionately.

  Preston risked the old argument, “Perhaps if you sent Ayden with me while you’re gone? It might be because you’re too close to him.”

  The thought of Ayden at the receiving end of Preston’s whip was intolerable. “No, I won’t do that to him,” Chayton answered quickly. He knew his friend was trying to help. Ayden’s induction training revealed Ayden could not deal with the mildest pain and slipped into shock, barely responding. The last time Chayton had tried a light flogging, he had shut down for two days and nothing Chayton did would arouse him. Chayton considered the irony that as a sadist, he should care so deeply for a lover who could not share his passion.

  Chayton’s decision to find a woman to take Ayden’s place satisfying his sadistic needs was the only answer. Ayden would continue to fulfill Chayton’s bi-sexual desires, and a woman would add an interesting element to their sexual unions. Of course, Ayden could not use her pussy. Chayton had patiently trained him to cock, and would not allow Ayden to be reminded of the feeling of a woman’s warm hole. The Indian felt his groin tighten thinking of the arousing training before him, and it renewed his anger at Isabelle’s incompetent manipulations.

  “I’ll keep an eye out in Sweden,” Preston offered. “You didn’t want a blonde though, did you?”

  “Maybe one of my Italian girls would interest you.” Constantine was perturbed that Preston beat him to an offer. He still owed Chayton a favor for taking Isabelle off his hands, even if he did have to return her.

  Chayton agreed with Constantine. “Brunette would be better. I don’t need anything around as a reminder to Ayden about that stupid blonde fiancé he had in Seattle.” The subject was dropped as Ayden came back into the room.

  CHAPTER I. LAS VEGAS

  “You bitch! Sandi, get out of my way. This isn’t your fight,” the drunk woman slurred. She tripped and grabbed the back of a chair, determined to get past the tall young woman keeping her from Danielle.

  “Danni, go back to the table,” Sandi ordered.

  Danielle hurried to sit down with her friends. Lindsey tried to calm her as Becka and Paige rose from the table, rolled their eyes and walked towards the argument.

  Sandi continued to sidestep, blocking the intoxicated woman’s attempts to get to the target of her rage. With her usual flair, Sandi said, “You drunk whore. If you showed up in your own bed once in a while, your old man wouldn’t have gone near her.”

  The smoky neighborhood bar was filled with the leftovers from their extended Happy Hour and the beginnings of the evening crowd. Naturally, there were always the regulars like Marlene, lives as blurred as her thinking was right now. Several of the customers looked up, anticipating a good catfight.

  “Billy did not chase her,” Marlene screamed. “She was out mowing the lawn with those fake boobs shaking in that band-aid she calls a bathing suit.” She tried to push her way past Sandi only to have Becka and Paige stop her.

  “Marlene,” Becka said calmly, taking the woman’s arm in a tight grip to steer her away from their table, “you gotta’ stop blaming everyone else. Billy’s a player. You know that. As I recall, you picked him up while he was dating Tyra.”

  Marlene’s glassy eyes looked up angrily. “Oh sure,” she sneered. “Of course you’re going to stick up for Danni, same as in high school.”

  “Marlene, Billy’s a piece of shit, same as in high school. Don’t blame Danni. She didn’t walk over to your yard with the beer,” Paige reminded her.

  The three women turned abruptly when Sandi began laughing. “Hey, Marlene, your boyfriend’s on his way in.”

  Danni and Lindsey stood up to watch a very intoxicated Billy walk in the door, with an equally intoxicated Tyra hanging all over him. They had their arms around each other and were engaged in some private joke.

  Marlene flew towards the door, Danni forgotten. The bouncer grabbed her in mid-tackle and ushered all three drunks outside.

  The three girls walked back to their table. “Danni, damn it man. Billy?” Sandi joked.

  Danni studied her hands, “I was just cutting the grass. It was hotter than hell and Billy offered me a beer. That’s all that happened. I’m not interested in that creep.”

  “You ladies playing or what?” After watching Marlene’s disruptive display, the captain of the ‘Fau Kings’ was standing at the pool table with a smile on his face. His five man team was counting on a sweep against the girls, and he figured the commotion would distract them from their game.

  Becka glanced at the score sheet and announced, “Paige and Brad on table one and Lindsey and Tom on table two. We break, guys.” Becka had been captain of ‘Nicely Racked’ for the five years the girls had been shooting together. They were the only all girl team in the league, and ‘Swindler’s’, their home bar, loved being their sponsor. When the pretty, feisty girls were playing a home game, it was guaranteed to be a busy night. Paige and Lindsey got up to shake hands with their opponents.

  “Thanks, Sandi.” Danni stared down at her rum and coke, embarrassed to once again be the focus of a problem involving men.

  Sandi looked at her despondent teammate and slapped her hands on the table as she got up. “Okay, we need shots.” The thin girl elbowed her way to the bar.

  “Take it easy on me, Paige,” Brad grinned. He racked the balls, watching her short brown hair sweep the top of her shoulders as she chalked her pink break cue, and remembered when they had briefly dated in high school. A one-night stand with Franny resulted in Brad Junior, but it did not keep him from sometimes wishing he were single.

  “I’m not an easy girl, Brad,” Paige reminded him. It still pissed her off that he had cheated on her with the high school pump whore. “ Play well.” She never gave him a chance to shoot, as she broke and ran the table, setting the pace for the night. The men’s confident mood dissolved as one by one, the women kept winning. In the end, ‘Nicely Racked’ took four of the six round points off the number two team. It was the last night of play and it pushed ‘Fau Kings’ into fourth place.

  “Shit. There was a three hundred dollar bonus for placing third,” Brad complained, shaking Becka’s hand.

  “You’re the one’s who say you’re so ‘Fau King’ good. You should have offered to split it and we could have thrown the third round,” Becka smiled.

  The girls sat back at their table congratulating one another. “Paige, you kicked some serious ass tonight,” Sandi complimented.

  “You got the fifty,” Paige replied. “That’s an extra five bucks for a perfect score.”

  “Yes, and another five for your break and run against Brad,” Sandi reminded her.

  “Well, we need every dime for Vegas,” Becka chimed in. “Whose turn is it to buy?”

  “Mine, I think.” Lindsey headed to the bar. Her long brown braid swished across her bottom as she walked, and she paid no attention to the interested looks and catcalls from some bikers. The girls glanced at her, making sure she was all right. Lindsey had a calm disposition and was the smallest of the girls at five three. The rest of the girls on the team were tall, and they had looked out for her since school. Lindsey’s green eyes smiled back at them, assuring them she was fine.

  Lindsey spent three years confined to the house, taking care of her mother after a stroke had left her paralyzed and bedridden. Paige and Becka lived in the other half of the duplex, and Sandi moved in with Lindsey after her mother’s funeral last fall. Her teammates helped get her back in circulation, and she had even accepted a few dates. Lindsey thought the men were boring and predictable, as every date seemed to include dinner,
drinks…more drinks, and ungratifying sex.

  Danielle’s house had less than a month left on the lease she had signed with her husband before their divorce. She had helped him build a successful stucco business over their two year marriage, but when Danni caught him cheating with the secretary, she allowed herself to be bought out of the company with a new set of D-cup breasts. This had been her second marriage. The first had lasted six months, and just three weeks ago another loser proposed to her. The team quickly intervened and ran the bastard off when Becka discovered he was still married. Danielle’s pretty blue eyes surrounded by bouncing blonde curls made her look as vulnerable as she was.

  Lindsey returned to the table with the drinks to discover the girls were playing the ‘What we have in common game,’ and the list was up to thirty-one items.

  They had all graduated the same year from the same school. They had each been the youngest or only child, making them officially the last child. Their parents had all kicked them out, moved into an adult only community, or sadly, in Lindsey’s case, died, leaving them with no parents interested in taking care of them further. None of them went to college. Of course, they were all on the pool team. Currently, and hopefully temporarily, they added, none were dating. They all had dead end, boring jobs.

  “Everything’s set and Carl has agreed to pay-out Friday from the league so we’ll have the money in time for Vegas. Danni, why don’t you spend the night Sunday? We can head out to the airport from there in the morning,” Becka decided.

  A few rounds later, Becka tossed her wavy red hair behind her broad shoulders and announced, “We’re starting a new list about what we‘ll have in common after Vegas. I’ll start, with us all winning the jackpot at slots.”