Six Masters Island - De Lucia's Slaves (3 page)

Fallon sat next to Dawson with her back to the driver and facing Sienna and Andrea.
 
The girls silently communicated their terror through their tear-streaked faces.
 
It was obvious the men at the airstrip were not going to help them.
 
The carts took off with a silent, electric jerk and sped across the tarmac towards a tunnel carved into the base of a mountain.
 
The tram fitted through the entrance with about two feet on either side, and Fallon stared wide-eyed at the rock walls lit by a string of utility lights as they sped deeper into the cave.
 
It opened up into a large warehouse type room, filled with boxes of computer equipment along the walls.

The driver dashed to a cabinet for a can of spray, and just as the last couple climbed out of the cart, he made a wide turn and zipped back down the tunnel.
 
“Dawson, Jansen’s system is still here.
 
I thought we shipped it out before we left,” Richard said.

“He tried to jack me around on the price at the last minute, figuring we already built it and could not re-sell it.
 
I told him to shop somewhere else.
 
Naturally, he called back within an hour when he realized no one had anything close, and I upped the price two hundred thousand.
 
He’s probably had enough time to stop swearing, and I expect I’ll have a message waiting for me to go ahead and ship,” Dawson smiled.
 
The De Lucia’s were ruthless in business, and would take the loss rather than be manipulated.

In the back of her mind Fallon digested the conversation and tried to convince herself that this was some kind of horrible initiation in following orders, to eventually help with some sort of computer sales.
 
It made no sense, but it was easier to accept than what was actually happening to her.

She flinched as a leash was hooked to the front of her collar, and turned to see Andrea drop to the ground moaning while Sienna held one of her lovely painted nails on the silver button of her remote.
 
She reached down and grabbed the red curls of the quivering woman and lifted her head.
 
“You try to kick me again, slut, and I will make things most unpleasant.”
 
Sienna snapped on the leash and pulled until Andrea managed to get her legs under her.

Courtney had a puddle forming on the ground as her bladder let go again.
 
“You’ve got a leaker there, Richard,” Brian noted.

“Easily enough taken care of,” Richard dismissed.

Fallon felt the weight of her own bladder uncomfortably demanding attention, and she forced herself to ignore it as the leash tightened and pulled her towards a heavy metal door.
 
Dawson pressed his thumb on a pad, and the elevator opened.
 
All eight people entered, and Brian used his thumb to unlock the biotech secured panel with the floor designations.
 
The captured women stared nervously at the unfamiliar security feature, too frightened to offer too much protest and risk experiencing the piercing jolt of the collar that caused shards of pain to course through her body.

The elevator rose rapidly to the top floor, and the doors opened to a landing with four hallways leading off of it and an open balcony that looked out over a vast range of mountains.
 
Fallon had absolutely no idea where she was.
 
The men and Sienna dismissed each other until dinner, and they began to lead their women down the halls.

Courtney’s feet froze in terror at being separated from her friends, and Richard hit her switch.
 
She shrieked as she dropped, and he stood over her.
 
“Crawl if you have to, but you will follow.”
 
He pressed the button again, and she jerked on the carpet and wailed.
 
She forced herself to her knees and sobbed when the big man lifted her by her collar.
 
“Again?”
 
She shook her head miserably and tried to follow on stiff legs.

Dawson opened a door on an expansive suite divided into separate areas of enjoyment.
 
One corner contained an extensive array of computers, with richly appointed office furnishings.
 
There was a formal seating arrangement for guests, separating the workspace from an area of devices that had Fallon screaming.
 
Everything promised pain and horrible confining restraint.

To the right was a huge bedroom with a lavish bathroom leading off it.
 
One side of the bathroom was done in the finest black marble, reflecting mirrored shines from the chrome fixtures.
 
The other side of the bath was stark gray concrete, with hoses, a table, restraint devices and a hole in the floor for a drain.
 
He pulled on a chain that lowered from the ceiling and hooked her wrist cuffs to it, lifting them off her back.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered calmly.
 
Fallon saw him reach for the silver button and she moved her legs apart.
 
He placed a container on a small moving metal shelf set on a pedestal between her thighs, so the brim of the cup touched her pussy.
 
A button on the wall raised her to the balls of her feet, causing her to bend over forwards with her hair almost touching the floor and her eyes focused on the pedestal between her legs.
 
In the upside down position, she watched him push a button, and a red laser of a beam shown through a small lens in the wall.
 
He turned a dial until it focused on the metal shelf balancing the container, and another laser was trained on the lever for the chains lifting her arms over her back.

“I imagine this is one of the training aids Richard will be using on Courtney until she learns to control herself,” he remarked.
 
“An advantage of being leaders in technology is that we have found many applications for the devices we perfect.
 
This particular instrument, for example, is also used in a machine that cuts the finely designed cabinets of our systems.
 
One beam traces the pattern for the desired form, and the other beam is a laser, which mirrors the movements of the other to match the shape as it cuts the metal.
 
The beams are programmed to work simultaneously and in conjunction with each other, and we have found many other interesting uses for the invention.”

Even with his description, Fallon had no idea of the purpose of the equipment.
 
She could not look up from her hanging position, but the sounds suggested the man was removing his clothes.
 
The shower turned on and the beating, splashing water, reminded her of her full bladder.
 
With her legs spread, she was having a difficult time controlling herself, and she whined through the horrible sponge still blocking her mouth.

A small trickle escaped and the device’s function became painfully clear to her.
 
The container dropped down a mere fraction of an inch, but the laser followed the shelf, causing the beam aimed at the lever to drop slightly as well… and this raised her arms five times the distance the shelf had lowered.
 
She was now raised to a much more painful stance on the tip of the balls of her feet and her splayed toes.
 
She shrieked in agony, leaking more fluid and raising her further.

By the time Dawson had finished his shower, she was balancing on alternating feet, trying to stretch her long legs to reach the floor and keep from hanging from her wrists.
 
She was concentrating on controlling the small dribbles, and her bladder was aching to let go fully.
 
Her arms were pointing almost straight at the ceiling, and she was moaning and screaming in pain and frustration.
 
Dawson lifted her chin, forcing an even greater strain on her shoulders.
 
“Do you understand?”

Fallon tried to nod and pleaded with her eyes.
 
“For Courtney, it will work to help her control herself, and for you, it will force you to strengthen those muscles and keep that pussy nice and tight.”
 
He dropped the shocked girl’s head and continued to dress for dinner.
 
When he finished, he reset the laser aimed at the table, and her arms were lowered to the beginning position.
 
It was still painful, but not as excruciating as the previous limit.

The man walked out of sight, and she heard the door to the compartment close in the distance.
 
Fallon hung miserably, forcing her muscles to stay tight and closed, with her bladder, feet and arms aching.
 
The man returned an hour later, to find her in much the same distressed position she had been in when he finished his shower.
 
“I see we need much more practice with this,” he admonished.

He walked to the wall and turned off the beams, and then lowered the chain.
 
Fallon swayed on her legs when she lowered, and when her arms were unhooked she groaned to a stand.
 
The man grabbed her arm and led her to the hole in the floor.
 
“Kneel and spread those knees.”
 
Fallon dropped down and did as he asked, with her knees six inches apart.
 
“Spread them,” his deep voice boomed.
 
Fallon shuddered and moved her knees further apart, hanging her head down in embarrassment.
 
“Now you can piss, and I suggest you take advantage of the opportunity.”

Fallon kept her face shielded behind her long hair, and finally relieved herself.
 
She was once again raised and led over to the table where the man pushed her forward until her breasts mashed onto the cool surface.
 
Shudders wracked through her while the man kicked her feet apart, and she tried to turn her head to see what he was getting out of a drawer he had opened.
 
A wide belt circled her waist and hooked at the back, locking in place with the key.

Next, she felt his hand stroking her pussy, and she whined and tried to press her thighs together.
 
“Keep them spread,” he warned, and was rewarded with a sob.
 
Fallon was petrified and confused when the fingers coaxed wetness to slicken their path.
 
Muffled sobs of humiliation accompanied his manipulations, and he repeated Sienna’s words.
 
“I control everything you say, think and feel.”
 
With one hand pressed into her shoulder blades, the other hand found her clit, and he stroked and plunged two fingers into her gradually pulsing channel until she clenched her bottom in lieu of pulling her legs together.
 
He heard her moaning denial as he brought her to climax, and her knees buckled with the violence of the release.
 
This one can respond to humiliation
, he noted enthusiastically.

Fallon felt his hand move from her pussy, and then she felt something being thrust up inside of her.
 
A curved extension rested over her swollen sex lips, until he spread them and fitted the little rubber finger over her sensitive clit.
 
A strap clipped onto the back of the belt and he raised her, threading it between her legs and clipping it to the front, and trapping the dildo inside her.
 
When he led her across the room, it felt awkward to be walking impaled.
 
The dildo was not uncomfortably large, but felt soft and elasticized, and Fallon was surprised it had been stiff enough to push into her.

Dawson brought her to another area in the concrete bathroom, and she quivered until they stopped in front of a cage.
 
He pushed her to a kneeling position and shuffled her backwards until the bars surrounded her, and then hooked her wrists to a latch onto the top bars.
 
Fallon fell forward in her kneeling position and rested her head on the cement floor.
 
She was frightened and shaking while she heard the door closed and latched shut.
 
“I expect it emptied by morning,” he warned.
 
“Our slaves are known for their tight grip.”

Fallon had no idea what the man meant, but as long as he was going away, she felt a little better.
 
As soon as the light to the bathroom went out, the little bar against her clit began to vibrate and roll.
 
Oh god… oh god stop it,
she begged silently.
 
When the climax hit and her channel squeezed against the dildo, a gush of water was expelled.
 
Fallon thought about his warning.
 
‘I expect it emptied by morning.’
 
She sobbed in fright and spent the dark hours squeezing her channel between climaxes until she finally collapsed in exhaustion.
 
Her arms stretched to the bars and her hands gripped them when the vibrator began its insistent tempo, waking her every half hour with its demand.

CHAPTER II

Andrea was frightened, but her domineering nature that had helped her as a competitive winning runner in high school made her angry and frustrated to be led by Sienna.
 
If the bitch released her hands for one moment, Andrea would beat the hell out of her.
 
That horrible act she forced onto her earlier, in front of those men, no less, consumed her with fury.

Sienna was well aware of the girl’s aggression, and she looked forward to the challenge of diverting it.
 
She had no intentions of breaking the girl to a quivering, compliant mess.
 
The Mistress wanted that passion to be used to enhance an aroused performance, daring the most proficient of Masters to force the slave’s obedience.

Andrea had been quick to climax, even in her angry, humiliated state.
 
Sienna fully intended to exploit that feature, forcing the girl to triggered arousal resulting in orgasm practically at her whim.
 
She felt her thong sticky with juice at the thought, though she would wait a short while to have the girl relieve her.

She led her to the bathroom to empty her bladder so that she would be better able to focus on Sienna’s plans for her.
 
It irritated her, slightly, to have to result to the remote to get her to comply even with the order to accommodate herself.
 
When Sienna led the girl to the waist-high horizontal beam, Andrea reached a strong leg back to attempt to kick her again.
 
Sienna avoided the strike and reached a hand between the cheeks of her ass and her thighs, and gripped the girl’s pussy.
 
She dug her nails into the fatty flesh until the girl shrieked and shook her head wildly.
 
“I have clamps that dig much deeper than my nails, Andrea, and they will be tightened to that clit and your nipples for the night if you strike out at me again.

“I know you have the misunderstanding that you can best me in an attack, and I welcome your attempts as a reason to punish you.
 
Your training is nothing compared to the corrective tortures I can devise.
 
I’m a woman, Andrea, and I understand even better than my brothers what will cause you the most pain.
 
Now, get those damn legs spread and bend forward.”

The entire time Sienna spoke, she was gripping and twisting Andrea’s labia, pulling the lips while Andrea shrieked in furious pain, and squeezed her thighs together trying to buck back and dislodge the piercing nails.
 
Andrea felt some of her pubic curls rip free, and she finally complied with the tall woman’s order.
 
Sienna loosened her grip only slightly, as she knelt down and used her free hand to clip chains to the ankle straps.

When she released the girl’s pussy, Andrea stood, jerking her legs and trying to pull them free.
 
Sienna calmly walked in front of her, and reached out for one dark nipple, pulling the tip between two pinching red nails until Andrea followed the hand down and over the beam.
 
The ring at the front of her collar was hooked to a chain in the floor, and Andrea felt the beam digging into her hips as she faced the floor with her spread ass exposed to the room.

Sienna was pleased to note a small amount of dampness resulting from the girl’s passionate anger.
 
She stripped off her clothes and picked up a whip from the hook on the wall, and caressed the leather with the affection one would show a favorite pet as she stood behind the girl.
 
Andrea heard the whistle and slap against her bottom… and then the burn began and caused her to shriek.

One strike and the pink welt began to rise proudly, making a straight ridge across both pale globes.
 
As the fire depressed to a throb, Andrea felt Sienna’s talented fingers running along her folds again.
 
She played with the girl’s clit and crevice until Andrea’s thighs began to tremble and fluid leaked more persistently, and then she abandoned the squeezing hole to stand back with the whip.

Again the lash struck out against the top of her thighs, and Andrea wailed at the burn, and again when the fingers returned to torment her with seductive strumming.
 
They brought her back to the crest of arousal, and then abandoned her until after the next strike.
 
Five times, the bitch did this, torturing her bottom and thighs with the whip, and then bringing her to the edge of climax.
 
This time, Andrea’s body demanded she finish, but Sienna merely hung the whip back onto the wall and walked before the shaking young woman.

“That is how wet I demand you stay for me, Andrea.
 
So wet and aroused that one more swipe of my finger will push you over the edge... an edge that you will only be allowed to traverse with my permission.”
 
Andrea looked up and shook her red hair out of her eyes to see Sienna standing in front of her, spreading her groomed pussy and teasing her clit.
 
She turned her head in disgust until the woman’s breathing changed and she grabbed the sides of Andrea’s head and rubbed her sex along her face, slickening her nose and the gag.
 
The grip held tighter as the pussy pressed into her face, drooling its cream along its path as Sienna climaxed.

Andrea heard the horrible woman move away, while her nose was assaulted by the musky juice left to dry on her face and mix with her smeared makeup.
 
A shower came on from the other room, and Sienna exited a while later, refreshed and dressed in a loose flowing floor length black caftan.
 
Her fingers wound back through the girl’s hair as she lifted her head.
 
“I expect you wet in proper presentation, when I return.”

Andrea spent most of the time Sienna was gone pulling futilely at the restraints and screaming muffled curses through her frustrated tears.
 
In her mind, she was already free, waiting by the door with the whip in her hand and prepared to strike the woman until she cowered on the floor.
 
Instead, it was Andrea who cowered when the door opened, and Sienna said, “One simple little order, Andrea, and still you do not obey me.”

Andrea shuddered and jerked, clenching her cheeks when the whip whistled and crossed her already striped bottom, feeling the pressure turn into the horrible searing burn.
 
She screamed in frustration, and waited for the woman to torture her pussy again.
 
She remained standing behind her, and once again the lash struck out.
 
“You know what is expected, slave.”

Andrea’s resolve buckled after the third strike, and she tried squeezing her core for the demanded lubricating issue.
 
Nothing happened, and she cried when the whip crossed her thighs.
 
Using her strong legs, she forced the top of her pussy into the beam and rubbed frantically for a response.
 
At last she felt a small flutter, but Sienna was not satisfied with the slick moisture produced, until the whip made two more strikes.

“I expect to wake to that vision, slave.”
 
There were sounds of the bedcovers drawn back; a single creak of the furniture groaning under the weight of the woman, and then the lights went off and turned the room to darkness.

Andrea lay over the beam, finally allowing the terror of her situation to sink in.
 
She actually managed to fall asleep for a short while, in the painful restrained position, and when she heard Sienna begin to rise, she panicked and pushed her pussy into the beam.
 
The woman must have been satisfied, because she released the restraints and pulled her up, and led her silent slave to the bathroom to relieve herself.

Next, they walked through the main room and the leash was attached.
 
Sienna swiped her thumb over the door pad, and they walked down the hall to the elevator.

Down the hallway leading to Dawson’s suite, Fallon had spent a miserable night in the cramped cage.
 
When the lights came on she wailed, frantically trying to squeeze unpracticed sex muscles to see if there was anything left in the object.
 
The door to the cage was opened and he unhooked her wrists.
 
Fallon let go of the grip on the bars to let her numb arms fall onto her back.
 
A strong hand reached in, and Dawson grabbed the loop on the back of her collar and pulled her out of the cage.
 
When he stood her up she cried, and the green eyes with their carefully applied makeup now washing across her cheeks, made a magnificent picture.

“Is it empty?” he queried.

Fallon had no idea.
 
Her muscles were so strained and tired; she could no longer squeeze her insides, even with her thighs together.
 
Sobs escaped in muffled agony around the drenched sponge in her mouth.

He held the loop at the front of her collar, and the gray eyes pierced into her frightened stare.
 
Dawson felt his cock straining against his pants.
 
“I asked you a question,” he said calmly.

The girl gushed a little sob again, and shook her head.
 
Fallon was positive he would find at least a drop of liquid left in the deceiving implement.
 
He released the front of the strap and it slapped down the back of her thighs.
 
“Spread,” he ordered, and Dawson was pleased by her ready response to the order.
 
He was also pleased when he retrieved the device and found it two thirds empty.
 
She needed much more strength, but this was an excellent beginning.

Fallon trembled in quaking shivers of fear when the object spilled water down the sink.
 
Oh, god… oh, god
, she moaned in fear of the man.
 
“You disobeyed my order, Fallon.”
 
She moaned again, and his eyes narrowed at her terror.
 
He pulled her into the other room and led her to the area of the horrifying equipment.

He stood her against a post, and hooked the back of her collar to it.
 
Once more ordering her to spread, he secured her ankle cuffs to chains in the floor, and the back of the belt was hooked to the post, immobilizing her hips. Her eyes widened and she began to wail when he reached for his zipper.
 
Dawson’s cock was nine inches of stiff muscle, weeping a small drip of excitement from the purpled crown.
 
Fallon screamed and jerked against her bindings when he approached her.

His hands brushed down her sides, and he leaned forward and whispered, “Let’s see how tight that pussy of yours is, shall we?”
 
She sobbed as the rod pushed against her lips, forcing them to spread.
 
Dawson bent his knees and aimed towards her center, pushing against the slickness left over from her climaxes.
 
He quivered and rested his hands on her shoulders, thrusting up a few times until he was seated fully inside her.

Fallon continued to sob while his hands brushed down her back until they rested with the cheeks of her bottom in his grip, pulling her closer.
 
His lips brushed through her hair towards her ear and he whispered, “How tight, Fallon?
 
Squeeze me.”

Fallon was terrified, pinned against the man and impaled by him.
 
As soon as he whispered, her core responded with an involuntary tightened clench and she heard him hiss.
 
“That’s right, keep squeezing.”
 
The wailing sounds accompanying the torture were a delightful bonus.
 
Fallon closed her eyes and begged to open them to her crummy little apartment in Shelly’s garage.
 
In her mind, she promised to never leave Lewisville, if some miracle could only whisk her back there.

One hand released her bottom and gripped her chin, forcing her head up to the limit of the collar.
 
“Open your eyes.”
 
Fallon kept them sealed, and the man drew back his hips and plunged painfully deep.
 
“Open your eyes, or we’ll see how tight your ass is,” he threatened.

Fallon’s eyes flew open in a panic, and she found herself locked into his gray gaze.
 
“I ordered you to squeeze.
 
Look me in the eyes and obey me,” he demanded.

The combination of her squeezing channel… not as tight as it could be after the night of stressing the muscles, but adequate… along with the misery and debased agony in the green stare, was intoxicating.
 
Fallon’s muscles were strained and tired, and she trembled whines as she concentrated on contracting them, hoping to get the humiliating act over with.
 
At last he released the grip on her chin to grab her bottom again, and thrust with long jerking plunges until she felt the warmth of his fluid expel inside her.

He left her bound to the post while he zipped his pants, and she felt his sticky spend leaking out of her spread pussy.
 
Dawson returned with the leash, and although Fallon was reduced to whimpers, she felt a slight ray of hope that he might be taking her to her friends.
 
Leading her down the hall, Fallon saw Sienna and Andrea waiting by the elevator.
 
Andrea’s makeup was smeared and dried onto her cheeks, and Fallon’s eyes widened at the welts on her back and bottom.
 
She had been whipped.

The conversation on the brief ride in the elevator was humiliating to both the girls.
 
“How is she doing?” Dawson asked.

“It will take some work, but she already lubricates with the whip.
 
How’s the cat?”

“Fallon is practicing tightening her loose, sloppy pussy for me,” Dawson replied.