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“Are you kidding? Every time I punish her, we both end up exploding. I mean, she cries and says it hurts, and pulls the wailing stuff at first, but god… she throws her head and quivers, and I find her practically dripping. And she’s never asked me to stop anything I’ve done to her.” Richard was getting hard, just picturing her last night with the clamps.

  “Courtney?” Brian asked, incredulously.

  Richard looked him straight in the eye. “Courtney,” he assured him.

  “Richard, let’s see what’s happening at the end of the first training session. You may want to consider a pre-sell on her,” Dawson tossed out, and he received the reaction he had predicted from his brothers and sister.

  “What?” Sienna exclaimed. The two brothers’ mouths fell open, as well.

  “In case no one is paying attention, we’re not getting any younger. We still have heirs we need to produce and get trained into the business. Sienna, you already said you aren’t interested,” Dawson reminded her.

  “No, I most certainly have no interest in swelling up with a baby… but, I won’t mind teaching my little nieces,” she smiled.

  “I’m just throwing that out there, Richard, so you won’t be fighting the decision because of us. If she is really adapting that well, it might be worth taking you off rotation for the others so that you can spend the year acclimating her to the estate after you’ve trained her. Things are already messed up slightly with the pre-sell on Andrea.” Dawson thought of Courtney’s pixie appearance, and decided she was a good fit for his brother.

  “Well, there’s no way I’m pre-selling Isabelle. She is so syrupy phony I’m spending my time just trying to get an honest reaction from her,” Brian stated. “If you all end up keeping yours through the year, I can probably use the time to try to turn her around.”

  “I understand from Devon she has a real aversion to pain,” Richard commented.

  “What she has is an aversion to authority. You heard her. She thinks she should be a Mistress, because she has absolutely no idea what it is… only that it’s someone in charge. I already know what I’m going to do with her… and it is way out of the box for us.”

  “I think you’re enjoying this little challenge, Brian,” Sienna commented.

  “You bet your pony, I am,” he chuckled.

  It was Courtney’s turn for a trip to Adela, and Richard was more nervous than she was. Her big blue eyes took in the room, and she thought about Fallon and Andrea. The eyes swam and she looked up at him. “Are you going to bald my head, Master?”

  Richard stroked the silky blonde tresses and chuckled. “No, Courtney, it will be more like Fallon. Andrea’s being specialty trained. You know that.”

  “Yes, Master Richard.” Courtney walked towards the table. “Does it hurt? Will the doctor knock me out, like you did on the plane?”

  “No, we don’t knock you out, and yes, it does hurt a bit,” he admitted.

  “Not too bad, kind of like the stuff we do?”

  Those big blue eyes… “A lot like that. If you behave, I have something special for you.” Richard fished the box out of his pocket, and opened it to show her small gold rings with a chain pooled in the middle.”

  Courtney thought for a moment, and climbed up on the table. “Okay, they’re smaller than Fallon’s, so maybe it won’t be too bad.” She looked over towards him and held out her hand, and Richard handed her the box and she picked up the rings to study them. “You’ll be here with me, right, Master?”

  “I’ll be here… and you’re going to behave.”

  “Yes, Master Richard.”

  The door opened and Adela walked in. “So, this is your little fairy.”

  Courtney smiled at her, and Adela was stunned. The woman was a perfect miniature beauty. “Good god, Richard,” Adela whispered.

  “Yes, well, I guess you can see my problem.”

  Courtney overheard him, and her insecurity re-surfaced and the eyes filled, immediately causing Adela’s panties to soak. “Is there something wrong with me, Master Richard?” Courtney began to shake, and wondered what the doctor was going to have to do to fix her.

  “No, Courtney,” Richard said in exasperation. “Lie down and do as Mistress Adela tells you.”

  “Yes, Master Richard.” Courtney lay down and looked around wildly until she spotted him up by the top of the bed and leaning against a cabinet. “You’re not leaving, right?”

  “I already told you I would stay. Now, pay attention to what the Mistress tells you to do.”

  Courtney readily assumed all the positions Adela needed to get her secured, and when she inserted the speculum into her bottom, Courtney began to cry. “Ow… owie…”

  Richard caught Adela’s eye and wiggled his finger, and Courtney cried while the bars spread and the woman began to stroke her slit. As usual, it took only a moment for her to calm down, and her shudders were more the result of passion than pain, while she closed her eyes and teased her bottom lip with her teeth. Adela looked at the perfect portrait of desire and shook her head, wondering if she would make it through the appointment. “You better not let the others take a turn with her, or you might not get her back.”

  “I kept wondering if it was just me.”

  “Richard, she’s exquisite.” Adela spread the chemical, and Courtney sobbed and wailed all through the peeling and the piercing.

  Richard held out a hand to help her sit up, and her hitching sobs subsided when he attached the ‘Y’ shaped chain onto her nipple rings and the piercing through her clit. Courtney seemed to forget the traumatic episode, and ignored the soreness while she looked at the thin gold links. Fallon and Andrea did not get a chain.

  Richard slipped his hand through it, and Courtney gasped when he pulled. The chain slipped right off with only a little tug. “There’s a small amount of iron on the ends of the chain and tiny magnets in the rings, and that way we don’t have to worry about tearing if you snag it on something,” he said as he reattached it.

  “Oh my gosh, I didn’t even think of that. Thank you, Master Richard,” her soft solemn voice replied.

  “Why do I have the weird idea I should be handing her a lollipop?” Adela chuckled.

  Courtney stood up, holding Richard’s hand, and he swatted her on the bottom. “She can have a lollipop later, seeing as her pussy will be out of commission for a while.”

  Courtney had only sucked him once, because usually he ended up inside her after their encounters. She wrinkled her nose at the thought of doing it again.

  “Report undue redness or infection, and keep antiseptic on her for a few days.”

  Courtney looked down at her bald pussy. “Do you have to do that every week, like shaving my legs, Mistress?”

  “No, Courtney, this is a one time deal.”

  She smiled up at her. “Thank you, Mistress Adela.”

  Adela shook her head as the fairy woman followed Richard out.

  Courtney knelt between Fallon and Andrea in front of Demano, with Isabelle off to Fallon’s side. Demano was Isabelle’s current target of interest, as the Masters of the house seemed to ignore her and she was having trouble getting back into Brian’s good graces. When Courtney was led in with her pretty golden chain, Isabelle’s eyes narrowed. How the hell did that insipid little twit accomplish that?

  Isabelle looked at the red new piercing, while Fallon and Andrea smiled at the pretty jewelry. Andrea was getting used to her own odd look, as everyone seemed to make a big deal of how important she was going to be. The two of them had been worried how Courtney was adjusting, especially since Megan had cratered on them.

  The girls began exercises and concentrated on Demano’s instructions, not paying much attention to Isabelle who had managed to move behind Courtney. In an exaggerated lunge, she brushed forward and ripped off the chain.

  “Ouch…” Courtney squealed, when Isabelle’s hand brushed her nipple as she grabbed it.

  “So sorry, Courtney. I didn’t think I could reach that far,” Isabelle smiled.

  “You give that back,” Courtney demanded.

  Isabelle looked at the rings that were still in place, perfect little gold circles, in perfect little pink nipples… instead of ruined, torn and bleeding.

  “I said… you give that back. Master Richard gave that to me.” Courtney was furious, and she stood with her hands on her hips glaring up at the slightly taller girl who was staring at her breasts in obvious disappointment.

  Demano strode forward and grabbed Isabelle’s collar. “Yes, give that back. Now.”

  “Fine,” Isabelle seethed, and she crushed the links in her hand so that the chain was bent instead of flowing in a smooth line, and threw it on the floor at Courtney’s feet.

  Demano still held her collar and lifted her to her toes. “I heard you were supposed to be smart, and I argued with Brian about his plans for you. I should have known better than to question his judgment.”

  For the first time, one of them was placed in the chains between the disks. Having no tolerance for pain, Isabelle shrieked as the slow turn was made, arching her over the safety zone. Demano was hooking the leads on the other girls while Courtney sobbed at the metal crumpled in her small hand. She had tried to put it back on, but it was bent and would no longer reach.

  “Why are you so mean?” she cried up at the hanging girl, while Fallon and Andrea shot daggered looks at the nasty woman.

  The Masters appeared after jogging down the hallway. Brian glanced at Richard, who was already trying to calm Courtney. “Is she all right?”

  “She’s fine, Brian. Deal with that little bitch.” Richard turned back to his slave. “Courtney… Courtney stop crying.”

  “She ruined it.” The chain had made her feel so special, and she held the crumpled gold out to him. “She ruined it, Master Richard. Why?”

  “I have several more in the room for you.” He curled her long hair behind her ear, and swiped tears off her cheek with his thumb. “Remember, I told you they might snag on things? It’s a good thing I used magnets instead of clips, huh?”

  “Yes, Master Richard.” Courtney looked up at Isabelle. “I don’t want to be around her, anymore. She scares me.” The shiny blue eyes looked up at him. “I’ll stay in your room all the time if I have to, but I’ll miss Fallon and Andrea.”

  “You won’t have to stay in the room, Courtney.” Richard looked up at Brian, who was getting Isabelle down from the chains. “Damn, Brian. Courtney just went through her appointment with Adela, this morning.”

  “I’ll handle it, Richard. I’m sorry. I keep thinking the stupid slut will learn,” Brian seethed.

  Richard stood and gave Courtney a little push towards the other two girls. “You go with Demano to the baths, and I’ll bring another down to you at dinner.”

  “I wanted to show it to Anna,” Courtney sniffled.

  “You can show her tomorrow. Today she can see your pretty gold rings. Go now, and stop that crying.”

  “Yes, Master Richard.”

  Dawson glared at the disgraced slave as Brian released the last restraint, and muttered, “I can’t believe I paid Devon extra for her.”

  “Dawson, he’s been trying to get one over on us for years. Let him enjoy his laugh over it,” Sienna replied. “Brian, you need to deal with her.”

  “Dammit, Sienna, I know. I’ll keep her in my room until things are ready.”

  CHAPTER V

  Brian did not even bother with the leash, as he slid his hand through Isabelle’s collar and dragged her in front of the other Masters. He pushed her down to her knees in front of Richard. “Apologize,” he ordered.

  Isabelle had managed to shake off the jolting effects of the collar, and looked up into her Master’s gray eyes. “Master, she provoked me. I’m new here, and she came strutting in front of me to show off her new jewelry. I was going to tell her that you were going to give me much finer things, but she…”

  Sienna gripped the top of Isabelle’s head. “You have so got to be fucking kidding me. Courtney? Strutting?” Sienna looked at Brian. “Do you have plans for her this afternoon?”

  Brian looked a little uneasy. “We’ve never had one miss the baths before, but it this situation I believe it is warranted.”

  “She’ll probably have to be caged tonight.” Sienna lifted Isabelle by her collar. “Do you mind if Richard and I borrow her for a few hours?” Sienna asked, in a voice that was so sweet the brothers wanted to laugh.

  Dawson interjected, “Only if Brian and I can have ring-side seats.”

  Sienna said, “Deal. The Jorgenson contract can wait until tomorrow.”

  Isabelle actually got nervous when all four of the Masters led her back to Sienna’s quarters. Her mind worked to figure out which one to play on, when Richard said, “Demano just texted to say Courtney is fine, and I suggested he join us.”

  Sienna smiled. “I might have you sit this one out with our brothers, Richard. It’s been a long time since Demano and I have had fun.”

  It was no secret between the brothers that when Sienna needed a man Demano held her pussy in his fist. “I’d probably kill the bitch, so it’s good with me,” Richard muttered.

  The men turned their chairs and poured drinks, while Sienna pulled Isabelle towards an arched wooden wheel. Demano walked in rubbing his hands, and he gave Sienna a quick peck on the cheek. “Do I get to play? It was my exercise regime she interrupted.”

  “Absolutely, my dear. My brothers want to see Masters at work.”

  “Oh, please,” Brian muttered.

  “This could be interesting, Brian. I’ve never seen Sienna and Demano work together before,” Richard said.

  Isabelle discounted what she considered to be an obligatory kiss from Demano to Sienna, and played towards him. “I’m sorry, Master Demano. I thought Courtney was trying to disrespect Master Richard by showing off her jewelry to you.”

  Sienna shook her head, and looked back at Brian. “She just never quits, does she?”

  Brian shrugged, with a smile tugging the corner of his mouth. Now, they could see what he was dealing with.

  Demano surprised Sienna by moving in. “Ah, Isabelle, those three, they make things so difficult for you.” He brushed a finger down the side of her face and watched her pupils dilate with the success of her plan.

  Isabelle had to work on forcing the tears… it had been a while. “Yes,” she pouted. “I knew you would understand, being an outsider here like me.”

  “Yes, Isabelle,” Demano murmured in his thick accent. “I understand perfectly.” He turned back towards Brian, and flashed his Latino smile. “Master De Lucia, do you mind if Mistress Sienna and I show Isabelle an alternative to your plans for her?”

  The three brothers sat back. This, was going to be good. “Please, because I plan to begin her new training in the morning,” Brian replied.

  Sienna had retreated to the bathroom, and returned in complete ‘Mistress’ regalia. She wore a tight corset exposing her breasts, thong panties, high black heels, long fingerless gloves, and she had had fluffed out her hair until it looked like a dark brown halo. Demano took one look at her and grabbed her around the waist. “Oh my, Sienna, how do you expect me to concentrate on this slut?”

  Richard leaned over and whispered, “Apparently, things have become a little more embroiled than we thought.”

  “Give sis her due. Three brothers, and for a decade, all we’ve brought back are girls to train. She told me she leads him on a leash when they’re alone,” Dawson chuckled softly.

  “Demano, business... always business first,” Sienna purred. She turned her gray eyes on Isabelle. “Yes, so unfair. Poor Isabelle, always the outcast, and never her fault.”

  Isabelle eyed her warily. This one was smart, and almost as cagey as she was, but there was no way this Mistress would support a sniveling little nothing like Courtney, for her brother. “Mistress, Courtney is playing her little girl act. A strong Master like Richard needs a strong Mistress beside him.”

  “Holy shit… did she just say I should throw Courtney for her?” Richard whispered.

  “I believe her loyalty has changed yet again, Richard. Honestly, I need a scorecard,” Dawson chuckled. “I think the only one she has missed has been Lucille.”

  “She hasn’t had dinner, yet.” Brian rolled his eyes. “I can’t get a fuckin’ line on her. That’s why I suggested what I did.”

  “Let’s let Demano and Sienna have their fun. It will be interesting to see how they work together, and Isabelle certainly deserves the punishment,” Richard suggested.

  Sienna was speaking to Isabelle. “Richard is enthralled by Courtney’s innocence, and your experience is intimidating.”

  Richard bit his tongue at that. ‘Fuck you very much, Sienna.’

  Sienna had led the girl over to a wooden arched wheel with Demano holding her other arm. “Not me, Isabelle. I recognize and appreciate the signs of an experienced woman.”

  “Thank you, Mistress,” Isabelle replied uneasily. She leaned into Demano, and stroked his inner thigh. It had always worked on Constantine.

  Demano leaned down and whispered, “Over the arch, Isabelle. Let me see you stretched out, in all of your beauty.”

  Isabelle looked up coyly. “You won’t let her whip me, will you Demano?”

  “Absolutely not, Isabelle. I merely want to see all of you,” Demano said seductively. While Isabelle lay back, his eyes fixed on Sienna and he smiled.

  Sienna was strapping Isabelle’s wrists over the arch and securing the back of her collar. Isabelle was distracted by Demano, kissing her thighs as he spread and secured her ankles to the outside of the wheel. Once in position, Demano knelt in front of Sienna. “Mistress, this is how you want the slut prepared?”

  “You bastard,” Isabelle shrieked, and began to battle her restraints. She was further enraged by the laughter of the men from the seating area.

  “Except for a ring,” Sienna suggested. “I think I’ve had enough of her silly suggestions.”

  Demano quickly fixed a ring in the girl’s mouth, and Sienna trailed a sharp nail down her jaw. “Brian has other plans for you, but right now we’ll see how you do as a ‘companion pony’. Do you know what that is? It’s a pony that prepares the horse for the race. That is what you will do, Isabelle. You will prepare Demano and me for our race.”

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