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  “No, she’ll be fine, Sienna. With all of this extra work, I’d just as soon keep an eye on her anyway, and she won’t be able to be used for training until you get back,” Adela replied. “I’ll keep her caged.”

  Andrea was missing from exercise, grooming and dinner, and the next morning at breakfast Megan was gone too. Courtney and Fallon were frightened about what could have happened to them, though Fallon was not surprised that Andrea might be punished after the visit from Mr. Harkson. Megan’s whereabouts became a mystery when she was absent for the whole day. The next day, it was still only Courtney and Fallon, and they were really afraid they were the only two left, though Master Brian and Mistress Sienna seemed to be gone as well.

  CHAPTER IV

  Fallon and Courtney continued their training with their Masters, exercise, and the relaxing grooming. The second day Fallon risked asking Heather if she knew what had become of the other two girls.

  Over dinner, she whispered to Courtney, “Andrea’s still here, but the stuff Harkson wanted done is taking time to heal. Brian and Sienna have taken Megan away and traded her, because she would not react the way they wanted her to in training.”

  “Fallon, as much as I hate it here, at least I have you and Andrea. Poor Megan. You don’t think they’ll trade me off because I’m so small and scared all the time?”

  “No, Courtney. I’ve heard they’re training you for a harem… whatever that means. It sounds better than what they are planning for Andrea, and I have no idea what they are doing with me,” Fallon replied.

  The next morning Andrea was back at breakfast, bearing the painful looking alterations Adela had done to her. Brian led another girl in, a pretty brunette with a confident look. She swept gracefully to her knees and batted her eyes at Brian, and Courtney and Fallon looked at each other with uneasy surprise. Fallon whispered to Andrea, “Megan is gone. They traded her for this other girl, I guess. This is the first time we’ve seen her.”

  “Fallon… look what they did to me.”

  Fallon was extremely uncomfortable with Andrea’s distress. “Mrs. Harkson seems happy with you, Andrea, and maybe when they get you out of here, you can figure out how to get away.”

  “No, Fallon, they’re never going to let us go. I hope Megan is all right.”

  Isabelle had been a disgraced harem slave, sold to the slave trader Devon and destined for the frightening brothels after failing two Masters on Six Master Island by her demanding, manipulative ploys. Devon had kept her in a cell, rarely taking time to acknowledge her. She was slightly above his usual fare to dismiss to the brothel abyss, but he had no idea what to do with her.

  Even with him, she had tried to coyly assuage herself into a position of authority over the other slaves on the few times he had approached her. Her tears and shock subsided over her time alone, and when she was prepared to be traded, she played the guard to find out Devon’s plans. Isabelle was relieved to hear she was going to new Masters and not the whorehouses, and she pried for as much information as she could gather.

  She was going to an estate in Europe, to be re-trained by four Masters, and then presumably, to be sold yet again. This did not work for her, as every time she was moved, she had to decipher and breakthrough a new hierarchy. First, she had to gain control over the other slaves being trained, so she could put herself in a position to be noticed, and then she would work her way into one of the Masters’ graces, to stand above the slaves by his side. It had failed with Constantine and Chayton, but Isabelle was sure she had learned enough for her new plan to work.

  As soon as the plane landed on the airstrip in the mountains, her new Master led her to the kitchen to eat. Isabelle had ignored Sienna, and had no intentions of bringing attention to herself by acknowledging the Mistress. Now, she knelt beside three other slaves, relieved of her pretty harem dress, and forced to eat a bland mash from a bowl with her wrists bound behind her. It totally pissed her off to be tossed in with the untrained women.

  Isabelle glanced at the wispy child of a woman next to her, who was leaning towards the bowl of water set between them. “I’ve been on a damn plane all night, you little twit, with a dry air vent blowing on me. This stupid group of Masters is damn lucky I didn’t end up with pneumonia, after living in the islands for a year. Now, back off and wait until I’m finished.”

  Courtney knelt back with the pasty oatmeal gluing the inside of her mouth, and tears filling her eyes while the new girl drank almost all of the water. “Leave it. I might want more when I finish this slop.”

  Her treatment of Courtney snapped something inside of Andrea, and she leaned over and said, “And you are?”

  “Oh great… a fucking pony.” Isabelle had not counted on that. “Well, don’t think you’re better than me. I’ve had almost a year of training in Master Constantine’s harem, and they might treat you special but I’ll have it all over you in a few days.”

  Andrea winced, still not really sure what she was being prepared for, but apparently the new girl thought it was a position of status. “I asked you your name, or don’t they teach you manners in this Constanople’s harem?”

  “Master Constantine… and I am Isabelle.” She glared arrogantly at Courtney and Fallon. “You two better remember that, because they’ll be moving that pony out to the stable soon and I’ll be in charge.”

  As insane as the conversation seemed, Andrea found herself defending her position. “Actually, I’m not being trained for that until I get to France next year. Right now, I’m staying in the house.”

  Isabelle finally looked unsure. “You’re being dual trained for pleasure? A pony?”

  Fallon felt like a tennis ball, sweeping her head between the discussion the two girls on the ends were having. “Courtney, grab some water,” she whispered.

  Courtney glanced at the intimidating new girl and leaned down, and Isabelle shoved her into Fallon. “I said, I might not be finished.”

  The little blonde knelt quietly with her tears, and Andrea was getting ready to speak up again when Brian and Richard walked in from the dining room. Richard unhooked Courtney and took her arm, raising her and pulling her back from the rest. He ran his thumbs down her wet cheeks and said, “Come, my little slave. You can kneel by me, and I’ll have Lucille bring you a saucer of milk.”

  Brian had walked to the counter, and Isabelle hissed at Andrea, “Microphones in the collars, horse woman? I’ll get you back for this one.”

  No one had heard Sienna walk in, and when she stood behind the new girl, Andrea recognized the glare in her gray eyes. “The pony is mine,” she said in an acidic tone, “and you know they are much more valuable than a slut-slave.” She ran a finger down Isabelle’s spine and she shivered. “I understand you do not have a fondness for whips. Pity, Andrea seems to have adapted quite well. You will have a small amount of time training with me, because I understand you might need a course on pleasing a Mistress.”

  Isabelle was horrified, and a quick thought of Mistress Camille from the island flashed through her mind. “I… I… I’ve been trained in a harem for a Master,” Isabelle stuttered in panic.

  Sienna scraped her red nail down Isabelle’s cheek. “Yes, and you were dismissed by two Masters… and one of them twice, so I guess that does not work too well for you. A Mistress is a much better option for such an ambitious, shrewd little slut.” Sienna leaned down and whispered, “We know how each other think.”

  Brian came back with a small bowl of salt and placed it by the girl. “All of it, now,” and he picked up the remaining water.

  “Master,” Isabelle looked over Sienna, to give him her prettiest pout. “I was just trying to make sure I got my share. These slaves have been together and they will stand against me, making my ability to concentrate on your training more difficult. You’ll see that all I want to do is please you.”

  “It pleases me to have you finish the salt, slave. Now.”

  Isabelle choked down the salt, angry that she was going to have to work to get back into the new Master’s good graces because of the deceitful trio of girls. Courtney would be no problem, the pony would be kept busy, but Isabelle had no idea what to expect from the green eyed one. Brian gagged her when she finished the salt, and she glared at Fallon and Andrea until the Masters retrieved them.

  When Sienna sat back at the table, Richard said, “Maybe we need to put Andrea beside Isabelle. I don’t want her intimidating Courtney like this.”

  Sienna replied, “I think you should try Fallon first, because with Andrea beside her we may never make it through a meal. I’m pleased to see she’s out of her melancholy though, and apparently wherever Isabelle spent time, ponies were the prized slaves.”

  Dawson tented his fingers. “Fallon never said a word through any of it, other than coaxing Courtney to grab a quick drink while the other two slaves were arguing. It might be interesting to put them together.”

  “We’ll try that, then. I just got little Courtney out of diapers, and I don’t need Isabelle scaring the piss out of her again.” Richard looked down into the big blue eyes staring at him. She had a white mustache from the milk over her top lip from sucking it down, and looked as cute as a button. He wiped it off with his thumb. “What did I tell you about inhaling your meals?”

  “You said I’d get cramped, from eating too fast.” The eyes, as always, filled into swimming blue pools. “I’m sorry, Master Richard.” Now, he will never let me have milk again, darn it.

  The siblings looked at each other, and then at Richard looking down at his trainee, with eyes struggling to look stern. They realized they might be facing another pre-sell… to their brother. The little five-foot fairy, with her long white blonde hair and huge baby blues, seemed to have enthralled him. Throughout their dessert, they saw his hand disappear to stroke her head, and Sienna almost choked when he scooped up some of the mousse with his finger, and held it down for the girl to lick off.

  Richard caught them looking at him. “What? It’s not my fault if Brian’s girl traumatized her.”

  “Well, we certainly would not want a slave in training to be traumatized, Richard,” Sienna replied sarcastically.

  With Andrea’s unusual markings, and Megan’s disappearance, Courtney’s appointment with Adela had been put off until the next day. Richard brought her back to his quarters and removed her lead, and she dashed over to his favorite chair and crouched down in position with her bottom in the air.

  He knew she would stay that way the whole time he read, and wiggle her bottom disobediently when he reached out to stroke the light pink slit facing him. “Stay still, Courtney.”

  “I can’t, Master Richard. It tickles,” she muffled into the carpet.

  “I’ll punish you,” he warned.

  “And it will still tickle, Master Richard,” she informed him.

  Richard found that even when he punished this one, it was more an act of forcing her to denied passion… which he eventually gave in on, because she was just so damn pretty when her pale cheeks flushed and her eyes widened in surprise. I’ve got to get rid of her. I can’t think to do a proper job of training her. Her bottom was tightening and finally wagged as he swiped her again.

  Richard knelt beside her and threaded an arm in front of her thighs to hold her bottom still, and drew back his hand and spanked her. The skin on her bottom was so pale; he could practically see his fingerprints in the red handprint.

  “Ow… owie,” Courtney wailed.

  “Does that tickle?”

  “No, Master Richard.”

  He dipped into her channel again, and a few seconds later she was dripping and thrusting into the arm still wrapped around her thighs. Again, he smacked, and again she wailed, and they tried it two more times until her bottom was rosy red.

  “Courtney…”

  She turned and looked up at him with her wide wet eyes. “Yes, Master?”

  “Don’t look at me with those innocent eyes. Over to the post.”

  Courtney climbed to her feet and pouted, the endless well filling up the eyes. “Yes, Master Richard.” She climbed up on the blocks he placed beside it so she would not be hanging from her wrists. Without complaining, she lifted her arms so he could secure them, beginning to tremble as she always did.

  Inquiries through her groomer had informed him that she had one boyfriend all through high school, and he had left when they graduated to go to an out of state university. Within a month, his last letter informed her that he would not be sending for her after all, and that she would never fit in with his new crowd of friends.

  She had buried herself on the assembly line at Harkson, and had filled out the survey in an attempt to prove to herself that she could be independent. She confided to the groomer that she would have chickened out if the other girls had not been going. Apparently, her former beau had been a one position man with no regard for Courtney, and everything Richard subjected her to was a new experience for her. It was a definite loss for the boyfriend, because her passion was as endless as her arousing well of tears.

  She had screamed when she had her first orgasm, and wailed in a panic that she was having a heart attack… and Richard still could not explain why he had lifted her onto his lap to calm her, and explained to her what had happened before she would stop sobbing. Now, instead of fearing him, she trusted him completely, and was devastated when she disappointed him.

  “Why are you being punished, Courtney?”

  “Because you tickled me, Master Richard.” She bit her bottom lip and gave him an impish smile.

  I have so got to get rid of her. “Courtney…”

  “Because I did not keep still,” she replied, and as he walked to the counter, he heard her say softly, “because, you tickled me.”

  He returned with two clamps, coated in rubber, and pinched her nipples until they were tight and she squealed. “Owie… ouch… ouch… owie,” she complained when the clamps were attached. Her head swayed in agony while her hair swept her back, and Richard stood back to watch her with his cock practically breaking his zipper.

  He walked forward again and stroked her pussy, thumbing her clit until her head stopped shaking and began to roll, and the wails turned into moans. She had an amazing ability to cross over from pain to passion that was extraordinary for one so timid. Richard freed his cock with his other hand and spread her small hole open. He entered her with a single thrust, and she gasped and lifted her legs, wrapping them around his hips and pulling him closer.

  Richard circled her tiny waist, to lift some of the strain off of her arms, and she met his plunging thrusts with urgency until she screamed out her orgasm and caused him to jerk to fulfillment. Maybe, I won’t get rid of her.

  She had spent the first three nights in the cage sniffling frightened sobs and softly calling out to him in the darkness how afraid she was to be alone. Richard finally brought her to his bed where she curled up beside him, and he justified the unheard of acquiescence by telling himself that he could not get any rest and that he was afraid she would choke on a gag if he left it on her all night. Lately, such as tonight, she rested her head on his chest with her fist balled up by her face.

  The next morning at breakfast, they tried Fallon next to Isabelle. The girl glared at Fallon, and narrowed her eyes down at Courtney in challenge, blaming her for getting her into trouble. “Don’t start, Isabelle,” Fallon warned.

  Isabelle whispered so low, she was sure they would not pick up what she was saying. The group in the dining room did have to turn the speaker all the way up. “Start what, you green eyed witch? You’re ending up as a servant, with those long skinny arms and legs, and I’m going back to a harem. Next time, I will end up the Master’s favorite. Maybe I’ll steal your Master. He seems to be in charge.”

  “Well, you certainly seem to spend a lot of time on these plans that blow up in your face. Oh… and just to save you the trouble,” Fallon turned slightly and shifted her long arms across her back, picked up the water, and dumped it on top of Isabelle’s mash. “I’m not thirsty, and we certainly wouldn’t want you to get too parched to scream later in training.”

  “You bitch,” Isabelle gasped.

  Fallon ignored her, and said, “Andrea, did you hear anything more about them training our new friend for that Mistress’ harem? Apparently, she can’t please a Master.”

  Isabelle hissed, “Just watch me. I’ve learned my way around their little world, and eventually they’ll figure out they’ve got me on the wrong side of the collar.”

  “Let me know how that works out for you,” Fallon chuckled, and leaned down to eat her breakfast.

  In the dining room, they returned to eating. “The cat seems a little more aggressive and self-assured than I thought she was,” Sienna commented.

  “Surprised me a bit, too,” Dawson admitted. “It does seem they’ve all resigned themselves to the training.” He looked over to Richard. “How’s Courtney doing?”

  Richard stopped in mid-forkful. “She’s fine.”

  “Pretty little thing, though she seems to have a bottomless pit of those tears,” Brian coaxed.

  “She’s just a little timid, but she’s working through it.” Richard stared uneasily at his plate, and continued to eat.

  “It seems a shame to have her lost in a harem of choices,” Sienna added.

  Richard looked up to see them all looking at him. “Stop it. Her training is going just fine, and in two months she goes to Dawson.”

  “And when those big blue eyes fill with tears while he’s leading her away, you’ll be fine with it?” Sienna asked.

  “Dammit, Sienna. I’ve already thought about trading for Isabelle or Fallon. I know I’m screwing up her training, but every time I try to get back on track…” Richard tossed his fork onto his plate in frustration.

  “Is she listening to you?” Dawson asked.

  “Of course, she is. She has a meltdown if she thinks she’s messed up.”

  “Are you able to work her at all, or do her eyes spilling over make you back off?” Sienna asked.

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