Six Masters Island - De Lucia's Slaves (11 page)

“Spread yourself with your other hand,” Dawson ordered, and he unzipped his jeans to stroke his hardened long length.
 
“You have one minute, Fallon, and then I’ll put you back on the horse until lunchtime.
 
Look at me.”

Fallon panicked, and began slipping her finger along her pink folds in earnest.
 
His eyes were terrifying as they focused on her hands, and she dared to reach to her hole and was relieved to find a small amount of moisture.
 
When she spread it along her length, the slippery juice finally began to arouse her enough to expend sufficient cream to hopefully satisfy him.

“Masturbate,” Dawson ordered.
 
His eyes were fixed on her shiny cunt and the deep humiliation he saw in her eyes.

Fallon gasped at the order.
 
“Please,” she quivered.
 
“I… I can’t.”

Dawson held his cock in one hand and gripped her collar in the other.
 
“Did you just refuse to obey me, Fallon?”

“Nnno… oh, god,” she cried.

“Do as I ordered.”
 
Dawson released her collar, and leaned back again.

Fallon tried to close her eyes, to imagine some other place in time, but the Master ordered her to open them again.
 
She cried silently as she tried to coax a climax from her bruised pussy, while keeping herself spread wide and looking into the eyes gazing at her debasement.

It seemed to take forever for her to find the right combination that could overshadow her humiliation and allow her to force a small climax.
 
“I expect a better performance in the future,” Dawson replied.
 
“Suck me.”

Fallon knew better than to refuse, and she sobbed once as she shuffled forward on her knees and engulfed his hard rod.
 
He felt her shuddering cries the whole time she sucked and licked him, until he grabbed her head and thrust in long, painful jerks.

While Isabelle and Fallon suffered under their Masters’ hands, Andrea began her first day of training with Sienna, learning to accommodate Cora’s wishes.

Sienna tied her wrist and ankle cuffs together, and then latched them behind her so her hands could grip her ankles.
 
She wrapped a chain under the connection and hooked it to links hanging from the ceiling.
 
Sienna turned a crank, and Andrea was lifted like a suitcase, arched back with terrible strain on her shoulders and thighs, and her breasts hanging towards the floor.

“Demano, get me the weights.”

“Yes, Mistress.”
 
Demano was thrilled when Sienna announced he could stay in her room, and help train the pony.
 
He found himself slightly jealous of the attention Sienna paid to her, but she was quick to allay his fears.
 
He was still confused as to why he enjoyed Mastering the slaves they brought to the estate but still wished to serve Sienna.

Andrea stared at the oval lead weights with the thin chains and hooks trailing from them like tails.
 
Sienna attached them to her nipple rings, and Andrea shrieked when she swung them.
 
She let Demano attach the one to her clit, and Andrea wailed in pain.
 
Sienna ordered Demano to bring her a chair, and Andrea was lowered until her face was even with Sienna’s bare crotch.

Sienna tilted back in the chair and spread her pussy, pushing herself into the hanging girl’s face.
 
“I don’t think I need to explain what is expected,” Sienna said, and she smiled when Demano leaned over her shoulder, finding a tight dark nipple with his tongue and teeth and replacing her hands with his own to hold his Mistress open for pleasure.
 
Sienna reached behind the chair, unzipped her handsome stud’s pants, and squeezed and stroked his hard length and balls, causing him to quiver in passion.

Andrea was in agony, and every part of her body felt abused.
 
The pussy facing her was already shining with moisture, and Sienna’s clit was pulsing in and out of its cover.
 
She cried and tried to absorb the pain, versus pleasuring the woman torturing her.
 
In a few minutes, her tongue darted out for a quick taste, just to see if she could force herself to do it.
 
It took several more minutes of blinding pain before Andrea began aggressively working the slit, pumping her tongue in and out of the leaking hole, and lapping until she reached the now permanently engorged clit.

Andrea screeched when Sienna grabbed the sides of her head, pulling her into her as she orgasmed, and causing the weights to swing.
 
She ordered Demano behind the girl, and he pumped out a quick climax into Andrea’s pussy before Sienna had finished gasping.

Sienna grabbed the copper mane and lifted the girl’s head.
 
Staring into the tormented eyes and smiling at the slickness covering the girl’s cheeks and chin, she said, “Remember this pain, Andrea.
 
Any time you refuse to service me, I will hang you like this again.”
 
Sienna stroked the sticky jaw line.
 
“Acknowledge me, slave.”

“Yes, Mistress Sienna,” Andrea answered in dull shock.

When Fallon and Andrea were kneeling next to each other for lunch, both silent in their world of tormented confusion, Courtney was led into the kitchen by Richard, with a thin gold chain hooked to the pretty Y jewelry crossing her stomach.
 
Isabelle did not join them, and Fallon and Andrea began to turn their anger towards Courtney who was now eating in the dining room, on a pillow at Richard’s side.
 
The favoritism, and the fact that Courtney did not seem to be suffering the sadistic tortures, seemed unfair to Fallon and Andrea.

Courtney thought Isabelle was eating in the kitchen, and she thought that was why Richard was nice enough to bring her into the dining room.
 
She did not understand the anger her two friends seemed to have towards her during exercise.
 
Even when she tried to convince them that Richard tortured her too, she knew she did not sound sincere, because she enjoyed the things her Master did to her.

By the end of the week, Richard was bringing her to the inside exercise room to workout on the machines with the Masters for an hour.
 
At first, Courtney was terrified to be in a room with all of them, and she stayed close to Richard.
 
Mistress Sienna said, “Courtney, you need to follow after me on the machines, because you need to work on different muscles than the men do.
 
We’ll figure out your limits, but I’ll keep increasing weights and repetitions as you get used to them.”

The other Masters treated her nicely, and only ordered her to do things to increase her stamina.
 
She could not understand why Fallon and Andrea seemed jealous over Richard as her Master.
 
After exercise, Richard brought her to the baths and left with his brothers and sister to work.
 
Fallon and Andrea ignored her, and Courtney decided that they were blaming her unfairly for a situation none of them could control.

The way Courtney was ostracized was not lost on the Masters, and although Richard was nervous about his slave’s reaction to Sienna’s suggestion, he also very much wanted to witness the display.

Andrea was adept at coaxing Sienna to climax, but it was due to her fear of the pain she would be subjected to if she refused.
 
Sienna wanted to see what she would do, forcing her to pleasure other women.
 
She needed her completely compliant for Cora.

Lucille and Adela readily agreed to the plan, but Courtney would be the real test.
 
Andrea was kneeling with her nose chained to the wall, and she heard people being ushered into the Mistress’ chambers.
 
Fallon knelt before Dawson, stroking herself wet and gently sucking his cock.

Isabelle was likewise displayed, clenching the dildos inside her pussy and ass to keep from being shocked.
 
Brian had warned her not to bring him to orgasm until he ordered, so she sucked and licked only enough to keep him hard.

Richard sat down and said, “Mount, slave.”

Courtney quickly unzipped his pants, glanced at the group and blushed, and then attacked his cock with her mouth until he was hard.
 
She was already well lubricated at the thought of having him inside of her, and she turned and sat on his lap, impaling her pussy on his rod.
 
When she began to squeeze and slide up and down, he pulled her down with hands around her waist and whispered, “Sit still.”

The other Masters were agreeing more every day with Richard’s decision when they watched the girl try so hard to please him.
 
There was true adoration in her eyes, and though inappropriate for a slave, it was fine for a companion.

Andrea was unchained from the wall and led towards the group.
 
The cook, doctor and Courtney were all sitting with their thighs opened and their pussies exposed.
 
The slave whined and began to back away, and Sienna gripped her finger through two labial rings on each lip.
 
She whispered in Andrea’s ear, “You do not even want to contemplate my plans for your punishment if you disobey me.”

She was pushed down in front of Lucille first, and she stared in silence at the wrinkled old pussy with sparse gray hairs.
 
Even the folds had a revolting gray cast to them, and Andrea shuddered.
 
The woman was completely dry, and she knew it would take a long time to arouse her.
 
“Look me in the eyes, slave,” Lucille demanded.
 
“I don’t want you fantasizing about your new Mistress when you should be concentrating on pleasing me.”

Andrea realized that Cora would probably have the same dry hole to service, and that was why Sienna was forcing her to do this.
 
There was the sound of a crack, and a burn singed Andrea’s bottom a moment later.
 
She glanced up to see Sienna glaring at her with a crop hanging at her side.
 
Andrea looked up at Lucille with hatred in her eyes, and swiped out with her tongue.

It was surprisingly easy to make the old woman cum, as Lucille responded to slave’s humiliation better than any other arousing torment.
 
Andrea stroked along the folds to clean her, and then she was moved down to Adela.
 
The doctor ran a hand through the lustrous red mane.
 
While Andrea sucked the woman’s clit and plunged deep into her pussy, the doctor said, “Your tail is ready, pony-girl.”
 
Adela felt Andrea quiver.
 
“I’ve made it with a nice wide flange to pop into that tight asshole of yours.
 
It might hurt to insert and remove it, but you won’t have to worry about dropping it.”

Adela felt the girl’s tears splash while her tongue stuttered and stopped with her words.
 
“Keep stroking, pony-girl.
 
You are a beast, an animal, and your only requirement is to please your Masters.”
 
The quivering, mewling cries were delicious along her slit, and Adela experienced a very satisfying climax.

The tormenting line got worse, and now Andrea was kneeling in front of Courtney who was sitting in Richard’s lap with her pussy squeezing excitedly along his cock.
 
Andrea gave a useless glance towards Sienna, and the Mistress merely slapped the crop on her palm.

Courtney stared wide-eyed down at Andrea.
 
Richard had explained that she was not to cum until he gave her permission, because it was important for Andrea to be trained properly so she would not be punished by Sienna.
 
Courtney stared up at the Mistress, and Sienna smiled encouragingly.

When Andrea’s tongue touched her, she almost squirmed.
 
She was already close to orgasming, and Richard felt her little hole squeeze with almost painful pulsing.
 
Within moments, Courtney was pressed back against Richard with her eyes closed, quivering with her need of release.
 
Her hips were pumping softly in frustration, and every Master in the room was becoming aroused with the little woman’s passionate expression.

“Please, Master Richard,” Courtney squealed.

“Make me cum first, Courtney.
 
Squeeze me.”

Courtney cramped her muscles, and Andrea deliberately focused on her clit to make her disobey.
 
“Oooh… oooh, please Master,” Courtney gasped.

“Me first, Courtney.”
 
Richard watched the pony viciously attack his little slave’s bead.
 
Courtney’s agony at denial was glorious.
 
Richard felt his seed jet into her channel and she gasped her climax at the first spurt she felt hit her walls.
 
When Richard withdrew, Andrea was ordered to suck the girl clean.
 
Irrational or not, Andrea hated Courtney after that.

CHAPTER VI

While the slaves were at the baths, the Masters met in Dawson’s chambers.
 
“Richard, you are planning to keep her, aren’t you?” Dawson asked.
 
It was time for rotation, and they needed to discuss the planning.

Richard looked down.
 
“Yes, I really would like to keep her.
 
I’m sorry, I can’t explain what happened to me with this one.”

“You’ve met a good match for yourself,” Brian replied.
 
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of, Richard.
 
Eventually, Dawson and I are going to have to find suitable companions to re-fuel our empire.”

“Richard, Courtney could be beneficial in training future slaves.
 
She showed no hesitation at letting herself be used to train Andrea, so it will give you another avenue to explore,” Sienna remarked.
 
“Dawson, will you be keeping Fallon?”

“No.
 
When I began thinking about heirs, I gave it consideration.
 
I don’t have the same feeling for her as Richard does for Courtney, so I’ll pass.”
 
He looked at Richard.
 
“I think we should do the collaring in front of the others.
 
If they feel the passion behind the commitment, it might give them the necessary desire to strive to please their new Master.”

“After her reaction with the rings and chain, Courtney’s liable to go back to wetting herself over this,” Richard chuckled.
 
Courtney had continued to wrap herself around Richard, and enjoyed learning more about the things he could do to excite them both.
 
She had become a favorite with most of the staff who had met her.

In the dining room the next morning, the servant girl looked enviously at the Master’s cuffs and collar on the table before he covered them with his linen napkin, and she said softly, “I’m happy for you, Master Richard.”

“Thank you, Jenny.
 
Please tell Lucille we’re ready,” Richard replied.
 
He felt a slight unease… almost an unfamiliar panic.

“She’s perfect for you, Richard,” Sienna smiled, and Demano squeezed her hand under the table.

The slaves had been surprised when Richard had chained Courtney next to them, and even though Andrea still felt dislike for her, she could not help respond to her tears.
 
“What happened, Courtney?”

“I… I don’t know,” she cried.
 
“I don’t know what I did wrong.
 
He just stopped me from going with him, and chained me here.”
 
She looked nervously beside her.
 
“Where’s Isabelle?”

“She hasn’t eaten in the kitchen for months.
 
The only time we see her is at the baths,” Fallon said.

“But, I thought that was why Master Richard had me eat in the dining room,” Courtney said in confusion.

Fallon and Andrea looked at each other.
 
They had been blaming Courtney for wheedling her way to an easy time with a Master, when apparently she thought she was just being removed from Isabelle’s presence.
 
“Fallon, do you think he actually likes her?”

“All I know is that I think I’ve wasted time being pissed off at her over nothing,” Fallon whispered back.

“Courtney, you didn’t refuse to do something for him… anything that might have upset him?” Andrea coaxed.

Courtney bit her lip.
 
“No, I never disobey him.”
 
Her eyes widened.
 
“Oh no.”

“What?” Fallon said in alarm.

“I think they’re trading us now.”
 
Courtney’s eyes spilled over.

After the serving girl talked to the cook, Lucille walked over, unhooked them from the wall, and told them to rise.
 
She decided to have just one last shot at watching Courtney’s misery, and fixed a slightly cold gaze at the sad, nervous eyes looking up at her.
 
“The Masters want you to join them in the dining room this morning.”

Courtney’s eyes welled, and Lucille’s pussy squeezed.
 
“Are we being traded today, Mistress?

No wonder Richard could not let her go
, Lucille thought, as even she was having a hard time continuing her little game with the misery in the little woman’s eyes shining up at her.
 
“The Masters will make their designs for you clear, and you will behave as you have been trained.
 
You will not cause a scene.”

The slaves followed quietly behind Lucille, and Jenny slipped into the dining room to stand by the door and watch.
 
Fallon and Andrea were stopped next to Jenny, and Courtney was led to Richard.
 
When he reached down to remove the ankle cuffs first, it was one of the rare times anyone heard Fallon sob out loud.
 
It was a quick, mournful sound, as she watched Courtney’s shocked pain, and the small wail that followed when he inserted the key into the lock at the back of her collar.

Courtney’s torrent of tears was washing down her face and over her breasts, and one small hand reached out to grab her precious chain when she was afraid Richard would remove that as well.
 
She stood naked, and terror caused her to tremble at being without her leathers for the first time since she woke up on the jet.
 
They had become a source of comfort and security for her.

“Courtney, position,” Richard reminded her.

She sniffled and the hand reached up to wipe her eye before she clasped it behind her back.
 
“Is my training with you finished now, Master Richard?”

“You are being moved to different training,” he affirmed.

Courtney shuddered, and finally dropped out of form to her knees, and wrapped her arms around Richard’s thigh.
 
His erection sprang to life, and she wailed, “I don’t want another Master.
 
I don’t want to go to someone else to be trained.”

“Courtney, stop that and get back into position.”
 
Richard had to practically pry her arms loose to raise her.
 
“You know the Master’s decision is final, and I’m not finished speaking.”

“I’m sorry, Master Richard.”
 
Her tearful blue eyes looked up at him.
 
“Maybe you need to train me some more?” she said hopefully.

“I have purchased you, Courtney, and paid the funds into the account we share.”

“Master Richard?”
 
Courtney’s eyes widened.

Richard chuckled and pulled the napkin from over the new collar and cuffs.
 
The De Lucia leathers were shiny black leather, with a gold threaded emblem and their individual initial below it.
 
“I told you your training would change, little slave.
 
I have so many more interesting things to teach you.”

Courtney stood in stunned surprise as the new restraints were locked on, and she issued a new round of tears and threw her arms around Richard’s neck.
 
“Thank you, thank you, Master Richard.”

Richard gently pushed her back, and sighed in mock exasperation, “Position, Courtney.”

In the end, none of the girls were traded, as Sienna and Brian both felt they needed the extra time with their slaves.
 
Brian worked to train Isabelle in contorted erotic positions with the use of his shocking leathers.
 
Dawson continued to train Fallon’s obedience, and Sienna continued to train Andrea on complete obedience and subjugation to a Mistress, while Demano worked on strengthening the muscles her new situation would require.

An unusual transmission of e-mails passed between Devon and the De Lucia’s, and it became apparent no slaves would be leaving to Portugal for trade that year.

Sienna felt she had gone as far as she could with Andrea’s training, and she called Cora for further instructions.
 
The Harksons were leaving for France in two weeks, and the she could not wait to show off her new pony.
 
Sienna and Dawson would fly Andrea to France in the morning, to give Rutger time to get her trained in the basics of her new life.
 
They had an agreement that Sienna would train her further if Cora had any problems.

Courtney knelt next to Richard in the dining room, leaving Fallon to kneel and suffer alone in the kitchen, staring at the empty floor where Andrea’s bowl should be.
 
When Lucille poured some milk and a teaspoon of sugar on her gruel, she burst out in tears.

“You knew she was already sold, Fallon,” the woman said gently.

“I… I didn’t even get to say goodbye to her,” Fallon trembled.

“There will be a lot of moves like that in your future, girl.
 
You will learn to adjust.
 
How often do you think about Megan?”

Fallon felt a spear thrust through her heart.
 
She had not even considered her friend in months.
 
“You see.
 
You adjust, Fallon.
 
All you need to concentrate on is your Master, and hope you find someone as pleased with you as Master Richard is with Courtney.
 
Finish your breakfast, slave, before it gets cold.”

Courtney did not find out that Andrea was gone until it was time for the baths.
 
Her soft sobs joined Fallon’s from across the room.

Andrea climbed nervously out of the tram onto the tarmac.
 
She looked back at the mountain and squinted until she could just barely make out the balcony.
 
Sienna pulled her arm and she turned to climb the steps into the jet.
 
She gave seat 2B wide berth, as she made her way to the comfortable seating at the back of the plane and knelt in front of Sienna.

“You’re a strong one, Andrea, and you will succeed well.”
 
Sienna leaned closer and ran her fingers through the red mane and whispered, “The Harksons only spend a few months in France every year, and I hear Rutger can’t wait to take care of you when they’re gone.
 
I heard he’s already bragged to the neighboring estates about his new copper pony he intends to personally manage.
 
You’re going to be fine.
 
All you have to do is haul that little old lady around the beautiful French landscape, and show off for her friends.”

Sienna was determined the pony would step off the jet without turning into a quivering disaster.
 
She learned last night that Cora was not able to contain her excitement about having a copper pony who was also a De Lucia trained slave, so she had come to France early.

The estate was secluded, as Andrea expected it to be, but the countryside was beautiful.
 
She was led into a single story structure, where Cora waited nervously with Rutger in the parlor.
 
She stretched up to peck Sienna and Dawson on the cheek, and took Andrea’s arms and stood back to look at her.
 
“Magnificent, Sienna.
 
Rutger, what do you think?”

Rutger could not take his eyes off the girl.
 
She was even lovelier than he remembered, with her glossy hair and well defined muscles.
 
“Perfect.
 
She will look beautiful in the harness.”
 
Andrea saw the building lust in the handsome man’s blue eyes, and she felt herself blush.
 
It might not be so bad in France, after all.

Cora’s thin arms shook while she attached the estate’s royal blue cuffs, and a collar of the same leather and studded with rubies.
 
They were stunning, and Andrea smiled and said, “Thank you, Mistress Cora.”
 
Remembering the woman’s interests, she added, “I am going to be envied by all the other estates.”
 
Cora beamed.

Andrea knelt silently by Cora’s side as Dawson finished collecting payment, and Sienna discussed training with both Cora and Rutger.
 
She studied the blue cuffs and glanced occasionally at Rutger.
 
More often than not, he was staring back at her.

When Sienna and Dawson rose to leave, she felt a moment of panic.
 
Sienna saw the overwhelming emotion in the girl’s eyes and understood her confusion.
 
She leaned down and stroked her hair, and whispered, “Make me proud, Andrea.
 
It is hard changing Masters, because even though you may not like what has happened, there was a certain security and routine.
 
We never let our slaves be sold to a Master who will abuse them solely for pleasure.
 
Find your way to be happy here, just as you did with me.”

Andrea felt a jolt when she realized that Sienna knew.
 
It was the thought of separating from the cruelest person she had ever known that had actually made her panic.
 
“It doesn’t feel right to want to thank you, Mistress,” Andrea said.

Sienna kissed her forehead.
 
“That’s all right.”

When Dawson took off and they were in the air for the short flight home, he looked at his sister staring silently out the window from the co-pilot’s seat.
 
“This one affected you, Sienna.”

“No more than Fallon affects you, Dawson.
 
Hell, Richard’s the honest one by claiming Courtney, and at least I have Demano.
 
I worry about you.”

“I almost fell for the cat’s eyes, but it didn’t feel right.
 
The pre-sell is a better match for her, though I wish I’d let you work her with a whip.”

“Devon says Preston would like to introduce her to the lash himself.
 
I was surprised he wanted Isabelle back,” Sienna replied.

“I think he is more interested in seeing how Brian’s device coaxed her subservience.
 
He says he may order some, if it works the way Brian described it.