Six Masters Island - Chaytons Twins Page 4

  The girls did not need to be asked twice, and almost forgot to remove their players’ cards and collect their vouchers from the poker machines as they bolted towards the table, sitting next to the handsome men they had singled out for themselves.

  Diablo borrowed a chair from another table. “Terrant might be meeting up with us in a while if he can get off work early. He was filling in for someone, so he’s first off.”

  “Can you grab another one?” Becka asked. “We have a friend who went up to the room to get a sweater. She should be back in a few minutes.”

  Helo watched the girls follow his friends to a table and figured everything was going according to plan, so he began scanning the people leaving the elevator for the fifth girl. When Helo saw Lindsey follow an older couple out onto the casino floor and head for the bar, his breath caught. She still wore her tight jeans and had changed into a tan v-neck sweater with three-quarter sleeves. Her hair was down and swinging across her hips as she unsuspectingly passed by him.

  Lindsey did not see her friends at the bar and turned to search the tables. Her eyes widened. Holy shit. They were sitting with four unbelievably good looking men, and Lindsey was frustrated that she missed a shot at one of the guys merely to change into a sweater. Resolved that she would be the odd girl out again and heading back to the room early, she pasted on a smile and walked over to sit in an empty chair by Becka. The four men at the table stood when she approached, exchanging surprised looks. They knew Master Chayton would be pleased.

  Helo gave Terrant an enthusiastic thumbs-up. Seeing Terrant’s grin, he realized the lucky man had already figured out who the mysterious girl number five was. He winked at Helo as he walked by, and the black man hissed, “Keep your mind on the job, slave.”

  “Cool, hey Terrant, over here,” Ramone called.

  Danni squirmed every time she heard his lovely accent and was trying to figure out how to get him alone. It was one of the few times she regretted sharing a room with her teammates.

  “He knocked up early, very good,” Brazil noted.

  Becka looked up at him and placed her hand on his arm. “That’s knocked off, Brazil. He knocked off early.”

  Brazil looked down at her with an embarrassed expression and said softly, “My friends, I know they think it is very funny, but my boss does not agree. He told me I must learn English, and I say to him ‘My friends will help.’”

  Becka gave Arturo a dirty look. “Well, if you slip up, I’ll let you know, okay? I don’t think it’s very funny to get you in trouble with your boss, either.”

  Brazil smiled and leaned closer to her. “Thank you, Becka. I do not mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”

  When Helo joined Chayton at the limo, he watched as the Master listened to the conversation at the table with intense interest. After Brazil’s exchange with Becka, he smiled.

  “Master, she’s going to be pissed off when she finds out he speaks perfect English,” Helo noted.

  “Becka’s their leader, Helo, and I knew she wouldn’t be able to resist helping him. She has an analytical mind and I needed a way to distract her from thinking too much about a chance meeting with perfect men, in perfect numbers.” Chayton had planned this out months ago and had researched former boyfriends and dates the girls had been on, to determine which of his men would attract which woman…except the wild card. Resigned to the bad news, he asked Helo, “How bad is number five?”

  Helo’s smile spread across his dark face. “Master, she is the pick of the litter.”

  Chayton visibly relaxed and said, “We’d better move up front. They should be heading out soon.” Helo got behind the wheel with his Master in the front passenger seat. With the tinted windows, divider between the seats, and their escorts distracting them, the women probably would not notice the second man sitting up front.

  “Hey guys, ‘Blatantly Rich’ is playing at ‘Stormers’ in about thirty minutes,” Terrant said to the group.

  Terrant had his wavy brown hair tied back and his piercing dark eyes almost glittered when he smiled. Lindsey looked around the table. “Are they any good?” she asked.

  Diablo cut in enthusiastically. “Oh man, they’re awesome. I heard they’re cutting a CD in the fall. They hardly ever play locally anymore.” He turned towards Terrant. “How’d you hear about it?”

  Terrant replied with his memorized statement about the fictitious band and bar. “Paulo stopped by just before I got off work and said they were playing off the strip for the locals in appreciation for their support. Get this, there’s no cover charge with our union cards.”

  Arturo sat forward. “Did you see Helo?”

  “I stopped to talk to him on my way in. He’s parked at the side entrance and says he still only has the one pickup at the airport for some corporate guy at three, so we have a ride,” Terrant answered.

  “Sweet. How would you ladies like to see the strip in style? Helo drives for a limo service. We’ll have to head back here by one so he can make sure the car’s ready for his pickup, but ‘Stormers’ isn’t far so we can still get in a couple of hours of great music.” Diablo had a slight pleading sound in his voice that Sandi thought was sweet.

  The girls all looked expectantly at Becka while she sorted it out. We have a ride…in a limo no less, she thought. The place is close to the strip and we’ll be back early. “Sounds good to me.” The girls let out held breaths that the plan was in place and their handsome escorts would not be deserting them. Everyone scooted out from the table and headed to the side door of the casino in pairs, excitedly discussing the band. Chayton glanced in the mirror as the couples approached the car, and Helo could tell by his sharp intake of breath that his Master had spotted the pretty fifth girl.

  Lindsey usually tended to avoid crowded clubs, but in Vegas everything was different and she was excited. “This is the first time I’ve ever ridden in a limo,” she admitted as she studied the shining black car. “Good grief, they’re so long. I couldn’t imagine trying to drive it.”

  Terrant held the door for her and the couples climbed in according to Chayton’s prearranged seating assignment that would alternate his slaves with the women, so no two girls were sitting next to each other. He watched Paige fold her long legs into the car and envisioned her in the races.

  “This is so cool,” exclaimed Sandi as she studied the interior of the luxury vehicle. “I haven’t ridden in a limo since prom.” Paige and Danielle also had a singular experience with a prom limo, but it was not nearly as new as this one was.

  As the black car moved away from the curb, Arturo and Diablo pretended to investigate the stocked bar. Arturo ‘discovered’ some champagne, and Diablo handed out five of the first row of glasses to the girls while he poured. The glasses on the back row were handed to the slaves. The women’s stemware was coated with a substance that would dilute undetected in the champagne and take about three minutes to put them to sleep. By that time, every one of them should have taken the necessary two sips and even if one of them panicked as their friends dropped off, they would only have to be subdued for a minimal amount of time before succumbing themselves.

  Lindsey’s green eyes looked up at Terrant with uncertainty. “Won’t your friend get in trouble if we drink this?”

  “Nah, execs never look at their bills. It all goes on expense accounts, so it’ll be covered. Helo will get the glasses washed and put back before he heads to the airport,” he assured her. “We do this all the time.”

  It seemed a little like stealing, but before Lindsey’s conscience got the better of her, the rest of the group was already clinking glasses so she joined in. The first toast was to new friends, and everyone sipped. The second toast was to the future success of the band, and everyone sipped again. Sandi suggested a third toast to the limo driver, and the men enthusiastically agreed at the extra insurance. The excited women neglected to notice the vehicle had driven further off the strip towards the hills where the Masters’ Nevada estate with the airstrip was located.r />
  Paige felt the effects first and put her hands to her temples. “I think the bubbles went straight to my head,” she laughed nervously.

  “Here, put your head down for a minute until it clears. We downed that pretty fast if you’re not used to it.” Arturo put his arm around her as she leaned against him.

  Sandi was next and narrowed her eyes in concentration, “Man, this is weird. Does one glass of champagne make you this fuzzy, Danni?”

  Danni had plenty of experience with champagne from her two weddings and was getting alarmed as her vision began to get hazy and her mind shut down. “Not like this, it doesn’t,” she blurted.

  Becka felt her mind begin to blur and slurred, “What the hell? What was in that stuff?” She was trying to grasp coherent thoughts of how stupid she was to ignore the convenient situations leading to this trap. Becka was sitting next to a door and actually reached for the handle in her confusion, forgetting the car was moving at sixty miles per hour. Helo had of course, locked the doors from the driver panel as soon as everyone had gotten in. “Damn it, open the fucking door,” Becka screamed at the dark dividing window. In her mind, she registered a second person sitting up front.

  As Becka panicked, Lindsey’s head swayed around and her rapidly unfocusing eyes saw Paige, Danni and Sandi were passed out and leaning against their escorts. She managed to focus briefly on Becka and watched her jerk the handle, fighting the door. Brazil was now speaking perfect English with absolutely no accent, and ordered in a cold tone, “Knock it off, Becka. Just sit back.” He grabbed her wrists away from the door panel.

  Lindsey’s eyes filled with confused tears and she looked up at Terrant, seeing two of him smiling down at her. Her soft voice was almost a moan. “Why?” she asked him.

  “Because the Master wants you,” he replied softly, and tucked her head onto his chest as her eyes closed.

  Fifteen minutes later, the limo pulled around to the back of the estate where the airstrip was located. Cyrus had readied the sleek jet for take-off earlier, and as the men carried the sleeping women on board, he helped secure them to the reclining chairs in the cabin. He whistled when Terrant brought Lindsey on board. “That’s number five?” Cyrus gazed at the sleeping girl.

  Terrant smiled as he buckled his sleeping cargo into the seat Chayton had indicated across from his own. “We got lucky with her. After looking at the rest of them, I was afraid I was getting stuck with a dog.”

  While the slaves finished strapping the young women in, Helo parked the limo in the garage and pulled out the SUV. Arturo and Diablo joined him to drive back to the casino and strip the girls’ room of all their belongings. They managed to get back to the estate in less than an hour, and loaded the girls’ possessions onto the plane. Everything would be destroyed when they arrived at the island.

  While the three men were gone, Chayton gave each of the young women a shot that would last longer than the knock out drops they had ingested. It would ensure they would sleep almost the entire trip back to the island. He had Diablo collect their shoes and put them in the hold where their suitcases were going to be stashed.

  When his remaining slaves were on board, the jet took off and made a lazy circle over the strip before leaving the neon lights of Las Vegas behind them.

  CHAPTER II. INTRODUCTIONS

  Dawn was filtering through the edges of the jet’s window shades. Helo saw his Master stirring and hurried with his coffee. “That was a very smooth run and an extremely bountiful harvest.” Chayton smiled over at Lindsey’s sleeping form as she worried her bottom lip in her sleep. “Has everyone been fed?”

  “Yes, Master. We ate about an hour ago.” Helo set a light breakfast on the low table in front of Chayton.

  “Let’s get our ladies bound and gagged so they don’t get too distracted with the first view of their new home. Wrists behind backs, slaves,” Chayton ordered.

  “Yes, Master.” Without being told, the men had stripped from their Las Vegas-wear to their black linen island breech cloths. They had already replaced their wrist and ankle cuffs as well as their collars. Each man now went to their ‘dates’ and bound the women’s wrists together with leather straps. By pinching their noses, they had little trouble inserting the small utility gags, securing them with the Velcro tabs at the back of their sleeping heads. Without the use of their hands it was a mild and effective introduction of things to come.

  The girls all started coming around about the same time… first groggy and confused, then panicking. Becka started thrashing, trying to break free of her seatbelt and Chayton stood over her, glaring. “I suggest you stop that immediately,” he said calmly. Becka glared back and tried to kick him. From out of nowhere, the big man produced a black leather crop and swiped it across the top of Becka’s thighs. The girls screamed behind their gags, Becka loudest of all, and she actually tried to kick him again. Thwack! A second time. “Immediately,” Chayton repeated calmly. Becka groaned at the burning pain and sat still.

  All of the girls were sobbing now. Lindsey’s wide eyes looked around the cabin. She was lying back painfully on her wrists and the leather in her mouth was horrible. She noticed all of them were barefoot and the high heels that could have been weapons were nowhere in sight. The guys who had picked them up from the casino were stripped down to black loincloths with black leather collars, ankle and wrist cuffs.

  Lindsey looked up at the man who had struck Becka. He was a giant, with a thick black ponytail that hung half way down his back. He looked naturally tanned, and with his black eyes, chiseled cheekbones, and full lips, Lindsey decided he must be an Indian of some kind. The man was so handsome he made their ‘dates’ look merely attractive. Handsome, but frightening. Even with Lindsey’s limited experience, this looked like something out of a bondage film. Slaves, oh my god. He’s going to rape and beat us. Then, he’s going to sell us, she imagined, sobbing as the thought came to her. She searched her mind, frantically trying to remember if anyone at the casino would have noticed them leaving. How long would it be before they were missed? Days? Weeks?

  The big man was speaking and Lindsey tried to calm down enough to listen. “Welcome, ladies,” he began with an amused smile. “My explanations are infrequent so I recommend you listen closely. I am your Master. If you do not acknowledge me as your Master, you will be punished.” His voice was deep and steady. All the girls’ eyes were wide with terror. “My slaves who acquired you have been my property for years and will inform me of any infractions to my rules or risk punishment themselves. Momentarily, you will see an island through the window as we bank to land. This is your new home. You will see there is no way off the island. All communications, telephone and Internet go through a secure server. Adapt, and you will be cared for. Rebel and you will be punished. Rebel consistently and you will be sold into a life of nightmares.”

  The young women were all crying muffled sobs as the jet started a lazy turn. They could see a large island with a few smaller islands in the distance and had no idea which ocean they were looking at or whether they were east or west of the U.S. They could see six large buildings spread over the island with many outbuildings and what looked like crop fields. There were small roads traversing to the buildings, meeting at a center hub of smaller buildings. It looked like a wagon wheel laid on its side. A few roads led up into trees on the low mountains.

  The big man in leather began speaking again, idly slapping the crop into his palm. “Your belongings have been removed from your room and destroyed. The bill to your room will be paid in full with Rebecca’s credit card. Thanks to every one of you leaving your pin number written in your wallets…really ladies,” he chuckled his admonishment, “your accounts will be stripped this afternoon. At that time, a used car purchased in Sandi’s name will take off from Las Vegas never to be seen again. Five ladies tired of their old life, starting over. Perhaps not the ending or destination you would have desired.”

  The frightened women began to realize all the thought and planning that must
have gone into their abduction. They were not randomly kidnapped. Their next thoughts were of rescue. None of the women had anyone in Florida who would spend a lot of time looking for them, especially when it would look like they all took off from Vegas with Sandi to start over someplace else. Chayton was pleased to see the slight resignation settle on the women’s’ faces, with the exception of Sandi and Becka. He knew they would be difficult, and purposely decided to make them the pawns in the disappearance.

  The plane was landing as the women settled into despair, and they felt the slight jarring of the wheels touching down. “Take our new slaves to the induction room and water them,” the Master ordered the big black man. After the door to the jet opened and the stairs folded down, Lindsey watched the Master walk across the airstrip to a back lawn and into the arms of a smaller, young blonde man.

  Lindsey figured the big black guy was in charge of the other slaves, as he said, “Everyone grab ankle shackles just in case we have a runner. Grab your ‘dates’ guys, and let’s get going. Ramone, I’ll walk with you in case Becka wants to act up again. Diablo, Cyrus will walk with you and Sandi.” Lindsey was surprised to see Cyrus, the pilot, was also one of the slaves.

  Terrant unbuckled Lindsey’s seat belt and helped her stand up. She was still crying, pleading to him with her eyes. He silently grabbed her arm and firmly guided her to the door where they waited behind the others to disembark.

  When Chayton had gotten off the jet, he was relieved to see Ayden anxiously waiting for him on the back lawn. He rushed up to his lover and embraced him fiercely. “I’ve found her, Ayden. She’s here,” he whispered. They walked through the back doors off the patio and turned to face the women disembarking from the plane. He knew the tinted windows of the doors would keep anyone outside from seeing them.