Six Masters Island - De Lucia's Slaves Page 6

  He sat back on the chair, watching the shudders of her back while she silently sobbed. “Kneel,” he ordered. Fallon slowly rose and got into position, still closing her eyes with tears leaking through the lowered lashes. “Clean me.”

  Her green eyes looked up at him in shock. “Acknowledge me,” Dawson ordered, with a tinge of frustration in his voice.

  Fallon remained mute, and she glanced between his eyes and the slickened cock resting outside his pants. It seemed her body acted without her direction as her knees began shuffling her backwards, away from the tormenting man’s demand. In a swift move, he rose and slipped a finger from each hand through her nipple rings.

  “Aaaah… oh, god,” she shrieked as he pulled her towards the chair. His fingers continued to tug mercilessly as she moaned and wailed closer to his cock, letting her hands drop to her sides when her attempts at prying him loose resulted in harsher treatment.

  “Acknowledge me, Fallon. I find the reminder tedious, and I warn you I will devise a method to gain your compliance, that you will not enjoy.”

  “Yes, Master,” she wailed, and even as she was pulled close enough for his slick, meaty organ to brush her cheek, she could not force herself to follow his order until he twisted the rings and she was certain she felt blood. Her tongue finally took a quick swipe and she shuddered.

  “All of it Fallon, including my balls. I want to feel your tongue on all of me until I tell you to stop.”

  Fallon moaned and managed to lift her head just enough to look into an angry gray glare. “Why? Why are you doing this to me?”

  He twisted again and she screamed. “Don’t you dare to question a Master again.”

  Fallon gave up, and Dawson felt her reluctantly lick his shaft and sack, keeping her stroking until he hardened again. “Suck me,” he ordered. Dawson was not surprised when the tongue retreated and he received no reply. He sighed and pulled the miserable girl to a stand, hustling her over towards the torturous area of the room.

  Once more she found her wrists secured behind her, and hooked to a chain dangling from the ceiling. Her ankles were spread, but her feet were left flat on the floor while he walked to a closet in front of her and returned with two terrifying devices. “No, oh… no,” she pleaded, until he gripped her head and forced a hard ring behind her teeth, garbling her words.

  Drool strung down to the floor while she felt the pressure of the dual plugs entering her holes. Her anus pinched tightly closed, but the resistance was futile as the slick, smooth implement slid into her depths. With her pussy and rectum filled with rods that were not overly large, she felt the familiar feeling of the rubber finger pressed against her sore clit. The belt was secured to hold the device in place while she sobbed.

  Dawson walked back in front of her and pulled her head up, thrusting himself into the ring until she gagged on him. “I want that tongue stroking, slave.” Fallon’s tongue moved in involuntary revulsion, trying to escape the slowly plunging skin edging towards the back of her throat.

  Dawson did not force himself past the point where he felt her begin to retch. He slowly thrust, until his sperm jetted out, holding himself inside her mouth until he felt her have to swallow. She wailed persistently when he finally retreated.

  “You will learn to obey my orders immediately, and acknowledge me, or you will be punished.” He walked away to shower and Fallon felt the damning vibration on her clit. As soon as her lower region clenched, the vibration stopped, and she figured out the application of the new device.

  He left her there all night, listening to her moan when she drifted in exhaustion, loosening her channels and causing the vibrator to buzz. Several times he woke to her gasping climax as her tired muscles refused to squeeze the rods.

  In the morning, he looked into her tired face and saw the beginning resignation he had been waiting for. “I will remove the ring and you will suck me properly, and then I will withdraw the device. Nod if you understand.”

  Fallon could not bear the tormenting vibration any longer, and her muscles had all but given up in their ability to constrict enough to stop it. She cried, but nodded, and his finger pushed into her mouth and pulled out the ring. “Acknowledge me, Fallon, and ask to suck my cock.”

  Fallon shuddered, and her liquid green eyes pleaded for reprieve. It was hopeless. “Please, Master, let me suck you.”

  “Let me suck your cock.” The words furthered her humiliation to a much more arousing degree.

  “Please, Master, let me suck your cock.” Fallon’s voice cracked a bit on the last word, but the organ moved forward and she tried to concentrate on the thought of the rods being removed. She got through the session, and her stomach tried to rebel at the slick substance. The belt was loosened and she gushed a quick sob of relief when the impaling devices were finally pulled free.

  Fallon was led to the bathroom, and then down to breakfast. Andrea was not there.

  Andrea had felt quite proud of herself when Sienna had been chaining her to a post and was distracted by her cell phone. She had not yet secured Andrea’s ankles, and when she reached up over her head to feel for the hook on her wrists, she was surprised to find it only partially hooked. It took a moment to pry it off with her bound hands, and by then she heard the shower.

  Andrea walked tentatively over towards the computer bank, waiting for the collar to correct her. She became more confident as she got closer, and dashed the last two steps to the chair. “Shit. Oh, shit.” She logged into Harkson Industry’s main website and clicked on the link for contacting them. The message was tricky, and she worked to word it so that management would understand it was not a joke. They had to understand that it was the company who provided their security program that had kidnapped them.

  Andrea had no way of knowing that the terminal had been compromised so that it would only let her reach Harkson, and only one person would receive the message. She hit send and logged off as the water turned off in the other room, and she ran back to the post. She could not work the hook back through her cuffs, so she knelt on the floor and decided to try to convince Sienna that it had released on its own and she had not risked her ire by moving.

  Sienna had, of course, watched the whole episode from the other room. Before she left the bathroom a text came across her phone reading, ‘I’ll be there tomorrow. Don’t do anything with her, yet.’ Sienna smiled. Pre-sells were always welcome… especially the bonus for specific ‘specialty’ training.

  She walked back into the other room to find Andrea trying to look bored and complacent, kneeling by the post. The whipping welts were turning a pretty purplish hue, and that, along with the text’s directive, stalled further training for the evening. “Ah… I warn you, I am not distracted too often.”

  “Yes, Mistress,” Andrea said, sounding contrite.

  “A night off, as a reward for not trying anything foolish.” Sienna led Andrea to the bed, and locked her bound wrists low on a bedpost, and allowed her to curl up on the floor to sleep.

  In the morning, Andrea was wary when her breakfast was served in Sienna’s room, and she nervously ate by the woman’s side while Sienna enjoyed her own tray. Afterwards, she was chained to the post facing Sienna, with her ankles locked apart.

  A while later, the other Masters arrived with her friends, and all of them were restrained to various devices and the sponge gags were forced into their mouths again. While Dawson finished gagging Fallon, he leaned forward and whispered, “I guess I never mentioned, that Harkson is one of our most loyal accounts in both appreciation of our encryption software and employee training capabilities.” Fallon looked at him for a moment with confusion, and then she screamed.

  The girls had only seen Mr. Harkson a few times, like when he came to the high school to tell the students he would welcome applicants who strived to work at his plant in Lewisville. They recognized him immediately when he walked into Sienna’s room, accompanied by his wife and another younger man.

  “Andrew, Cora… it’s so nice to see you
both,” Sienna gushed. “Naturally, we could have handled this without alarming you, but we thought you might find it a provocative situation.”

  “Well, as you’ve stolen four of my employees,” the older man chuckled, “how could I resist your invitation? I did a quick check of their application files, and decided to bring Rutger with me to see if my initial assessment is correct.”

  Cora was walking down the line of bound naked girls, gently stroking Courtney’s pale teary cheek, and gazing with admiration at Fallon’s green eyes. “Are you sure we can’t take more than one, Andy?”

  “No, dear. It’s not wise to keep them together if they have a past. Remember what happened to the Garsons a few years ago.”

  “Yes, of course, I know you’re right.” The woman had already shut the other girls out of her mind when she walked up to Andrea. She rubbed some of her red hair between her fingers and glanced at her crotch. “Oh, Andy, a copper colored mare,” she said excitedly. Velma would be green with envy when she saw her driving the fiery red pony pulling her surrey.

  Andrew leaned towards Dawson and said, “It’s an anniversary gift. She’s so hard to buy for, as the years go on.”

  Rutger walked over and studied Andrea, running hands all over her body, especially her shoulders and legs. “She’s good, Mr. Harkson. I studied her high school records and she did well in cross-country. She’s not much for sprinting, so I would not bother training her for races.”

  “You mentioned that if I contracted her now I could specify the qualities I want?” Andrew asked.

  “Yes, though we only do the basics in pony training. We find stables have their own set-up and we don’t want to instill bad habits. If you decide at the end of her training that she is not what you want, you lose the deposit because we’ll have to find a buyer that desires those traits.”

  Andrew waved his hand, distracted by his wife’s obvious delight. “Yes, of course. Cora has listed what she wants from the slave, and Rutger can complete her training when she is shipped to our estate outside of Charente.” Andrew walked over to his wife and stared into the girl’s shocked eyes. “She looks stubborn.”

  “Most redheads are, Andrew. I’ve dealt with it before, and I think Cora has a strong enough hand to keep her in line,” Sienna replied.

  Cora turned back to her. “Absolutely, don’t break all of the spirit out of her.”

  “We’ll have her well honed towards your requirements, and Rutger looks more than capable of handling her cart training,” Sienna assured her. “Let me go over your list with you, and we can discuss physical alterations you want us to do here. Dawson and Andrew can handle the contract while we talk.”

  While the two Mistresses chatted over tea in the seating area, the four girls stared at each other with distraught sobbing. If anyone in Lewisville pressed too hard to find them, they were sure Mr. Harkson would dissuade their efforts. They realized the door to their freedom had slammed shut, and that their futures lay in the hands of their sadistic Masters.

  The Harksons and Rutger left shortly after lunch, and the women were released from their restraints. They were left with Demano to bring back from their despondent reflections, and all four spent most of their time with their groomers, silently crying.

  After dinner, they were caged in their Masters’ apartments, while the siblings outlined Andrea’s training. Harkson had paid an enormous deposit towards the gift for his wife, and they had to make sure they all understood the schedule for her training. Because Cora wanted the girl to service her beyond the stables, and she was determined to make sure all of her friends saw her copper De Lucia trained slave, Sienna was getting two sessions with her. Rather than have poor Brian end up with two miserable sessions with Megan, they decided to actually purchase a girl, because it was too time consuming to set up another abduction.

  They put Devon on conference screen, where they could speak with the slave trader from the islands. The dark goatee with swept back hair and piercing eyes looked back at them. “Ah, the famous De Lucia’s. To what do I owe this honor? You’re not considering expanding, I hope.”

  “No, Devon,” Dawson chuckled. “How are things down there?”

  “Much better than Europe, my friend.” The man scowled, “Besides, it was too humiliating to reach only half the price on the auction block for my merchandise when your slaves were there. In the islands, I have a source of product, and what refuses to be trained goes to one of the brothels.”

  “I thought you decided not to wholesale,” Richard replied.

  “There’s too many to personally train. Six Masters Island alone offers at least a dozen a year… and all prime stuff. The slaves they sell are just balky or lacking what the Masters require, and sometimes they just go on their acquisitions to fund the island and pass all of them on.” Devon’s eyes narrowed. “So, as we have not spoken in three years, I assume this is not just a call to find out about the island weather. You’re not thinking about buying Chayton’s estate are you?”

  Dawson shrugged at Sienna, and she whispered, “That was the Master that Harkson told you was selling down there.”

  “Oh… god, no. We like our mountain too well, and we need to be close enough to handle our technology business interests.”

  Devon looked relieved. “Damn it, Dawson, I thought I was going to have to move again to get away from you. So, what can I help you with?”

  “Andrew Harkson was here for a pre-sell for his wife. I guess he did make an attempt at that estate, and was turned down. Anyway, it reminded me that you were down there, and I wanted to know what you have available.”

  “You buying a slave from me?” Devon twisted his goatee and narrowed his black eyes again. “Why? I thought you acquired your own flesh.”

  “Well, we have the pre-sell, and two other pretty good offerings, but the fourth girl is not our usual quality. We’ve decided to cut our losses with her before we get further into training.”

  “What’s wrong with her?”

  “Bleach blonde, skinny, but not too bad looking. She’s just so damn apathetic, and goes through the motions like a robot when she’s not screaming to go home. The best we can do is servant, and we don’t want to waste our time with that.” Dawson clicked some buttons. “I just sent you a picture.”

  Devon’s screen went blank and he came back on a few minutes later. “Out of what I have available, there’s one I might suggest. We could work out a trade, but I’ll need a little bonus for Megan. I think you’re right, and she’d work as a servant. If not, there are always the brothels.” He shrugged.

  “Who do you have?”

  “A girl named Isabelle. Constantine brought her back last year, and Chayton tried her on pain without success. She’s a manipulator, but trained in most areas. She’s got a good look; she’s just a real schemer.”

  Sienna showed the screen on her cell phone to her brothers. “She might work, Brian. You could spend two sessions with her, and certainly break her of her bad habits. She’s not good for whipping, anyway.”

  “Does she have experience with women?”

  “Doubtful, and probably not too happy to try,” Devon answered.

  “Well, we could work on that, as well,” Dawson replied.

  The men finished the business end of their discussion, and it was decided that Brian and Sienna would fly Megan down on the jet for the trade. Andrea was going to need a few days of rest after tomorrow, anyway.

  In the morning, Sienna pulled Andrea from her cage and said, “I trust you have learned not to underestimate us, Andrea.”

  “Yes, Mistress,” she answered despondently. Andrea felt a wash of despair, and would have curled into a corner if she could. After breakfast, she was led down to the clinic to meet Adela.

  Andrea barely acknowledged the measuring procedure, and lay with her eyes closed with depressing thoughts filtering through her mind. Sienna was speaking with the other woman, and it was not until the laser touched her pussy that she tried to bolt upright.

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bsp; “She’s got plenty to work with. I can burn it off the sides of her labia and still pierce them… three rings on each side?”

  “Yes, Cora needs them for the reigns. She’s already planning on the girl balking, and she doesn’t want her to rip. Trim up the top to just above the slit, but leave enough for color.”

  Andrea was treated to the same chemical burn on her legs and underarms, and shrieked as all of the rings were placed. Her nipples, clit, six through her labia… and one through the bottom of her nose.

  “Okay, we need to raise her.” Andrea’s wrists were released, and she was held on the table in a seated position as her newly pierced nipples were chained to the rings through her labia, and a chain from the ceiling was hooked to the back of her collar. “That should hold her.”

  Adela finger combed Andrea’s hair, parting it down the middle, front to back. She tied one side in a high tail, and used a pair of shears to cut it off. Andrea gasped, and finally cried when her shiny red curls were laid at the foot of the table. Adela used a comb to make a more exact line on her scalp, and tied the remaining half of her hair in a band. A gooey gel was painted down the part, and over the first few inches of the longer hair.

  Andrea saw the woman pick up the jar of the chemical and screamed. “No, please,” she wailed. The women ignored her as they plastered it over the short cropped side of her head, with Sienna holding her shaking head still while it was placed down the part line. Adela stuck tape over her eyes and nose ring, and Andrea screamed and cursed for the fifteen minutes it took to burn the follicles, leaving one half of her head completely bald.

  Sienna ran her fingers through the weeping girl’s remaining hair, after she had removed the band. “It does make a pretty mane.”

  Adela picked up the cut length. “Wait until you see the tail,” she said excitedly. It would take a full day for the length to glue to the flanged butt plug.

  “You don’t mind keeping her?”