Six Masters Island - De Lucia's Slaves (6 page)

Fallon was lowered with her wrists left unhooked, and he ordered her to follow him into the other room.
 
“Back straight, eyes lowered and hands clasped behind your back,” he instructed.
 
Fallon assumed the correct position, and nervously passed by the torturous equipment.
 
Dawson sat in one of the comfortable chairs in the seating area, with Fallon standing in front of him.

“Kneel,” he ordered.
 
Fallon lowered to her knees on the carpet and focused on his feet.
 
“Spread your knees so I can see your pussy.”
 
Fallon shuddered and turned bright red as she split herself slightly open.
 
“More, slave.
 
You have very little worth other than your cunt, so you will make sure that your Master can view you to remind them why you deserve their attention.”
 
Dawson waited while the girl’s eyes filled again.
 
There would be a lot of tears during the first few weeks.
 
“Clasp your hands behind your back and acknowledge me,” he sighed.

“Yes, Master,” Fallon managed.
 
Her eyes flickered from his shoes to the swollen lips between her spread thighs, and she shuddered at the sight of the metal rings.
 
The pain had reduced to a throbbing ache, and she glanced at her nipples.

“Present,” he ordered.
 
“Turn around and raise your bottom, face down on the floor with your arms stretched out in front of you.”
 
Fallon turned, and he heard the sob as she sprawled on the floor with her backside raised.
 
“Spread your thighs and acknowledge me,” he warned.

“Yes, Master,” she mewled, and she shuffled her knees apart.
 
Fallon squeezed her eyes closed as she faced the carpet, and felt his fingers stroking her slit, carefully avoiding her piercing.

“When you present, you will be lubricated, Fallon.
 
A Master does not want to be looking at a dry passage; they want to know that you are prepared and anticipating their usage.”

Fallon felt the finger stroking, coaxing her wetness, and she trembled and felt the silent tears fall while she clenched her fists.
 
“Repeat to me why you stay wet.”

No… I can’t say those things.
 
I have to get out of here.
 
“Aaahh,” she screamed, when a finger slipped through the labial rings and pulled.

“Say the words, Fallon.
 
Tell me you stay wet so that your Master does not find a dry passage.
 
Tell me you want to stay prepared and ready for my use of you.”
 
Dawson rubbed his cock, turgid and pressing against his zipper with the girl’s growing anxiety and debasement.
 
He tugged again.

“Oh, god,” she wailed.
 
“I… I… I need to stay wet… Oh… Oh… I need to stay wet so you do not find a dry passage, so that you know I am prepared and ready for your use of me,” she sobbed.

“Master,” Dawson affirmed.

“Master,” Fallon quickly uttered.

“For a short time, I will let you use one of your hands to accomplish this.
 
Eventually, you will learn which muscles and thoughts will result in your moistness without external manipulation.
 
You are expected to be slick when you kneel before me as well.”
 
Dawson waited, and then stroked across the ring in her clit.
 
Fallon almost dropped from the pain.
 
“Acknowledge me, dammit,” he demanded.

“Yes, Master,” Fallon practically shrieked.

Dawson was ready to explode, and Fallon shuddered when she heard the metal zipper opened.
 
He aimed his shaft towards her hole, and grabbed her hips as he slid into her.
 
“Squeeze me,” he threatened.

“Yes, Master,” she sobbed into the carpet, and Dawson was pleased with the clench.
 
Her muscles were still strained from the night’s training, but she was making a delightfully pulsing effort.

Fallon’s nipples brushed the carpet with his plunging, and she cried softly as his strokes increased in depth and frequency.
 
The hands gripping her hips pulled her back, sliding her torso across the carpet as she felt him jerk his release inside of her.

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.”