Six Masters Island - De Lucia's Slaves (7 page)

Cora was walking down the line of bound naked girls, gently stroking Courtney’s pale teary cheek, and gazing with admiration at Fallon’s green eyes.
 
“Are you sure we can’t take more than one, Andy?”

“No, dear.
 
It’s not wise to keep them together if they have a past.
 
Remember what happened to the Garsons a few years ago.”

“Yes, of course, I know you’re right.”
 
The woman had already shut the other girls out of her mind when she walked up to Andrea.
 
She rubbed some of her red hair between her fingers and glanced at her crotch.
 
“Oh, Andy, a copper colored mare,” she said excitedly.
 
Velma would be green with envy when she saw her driving the fiery red pony pulling her surrey.

Andrew leaned towards Dawson and said, “It’s an anniversary gift.
 
She’s so hard to buy for, as the years go on.”

Rutger walked over and studied Andrea, running hands all over her body, especially her shoulders and legs.
 
“She’s good, Mr. Harkson.
 
I studied her high school records and she did well in cross-country.
 
She’s not much for sprinting, so I would not bother training her for races.”

“You mentioned that if I contracted her now I could specify the qualities I want?”
 
Andrew asked.

“Yes, though we only do the basics in pony training.
 
We find stables have their own set-up and we don’t want to instill bad habits.
 
If you decide at the end of her training that she is not what you want, you lose the deposit because we’ll have to find a buyer that desires those traits.”

Andrew waved his hand, distracted by his wife’s obvious delight.
 
“Yes, of course.
 
Cora has listed what she wants from the slave, and Rutger can complete her training when she is shipped to our estate outside of Charente.”
 
Andrew walked over to his wife and stared into the girl’s shocked eyes.
 
“She looks stubborn.”

“Most redheads are, Andrew.
 
I’ve dealt with it before, and I think Cora has a strong enough hand to keep her in line,” Sienna replied.

Cora turned back to her.
 
“Absolutely, don’t break all of the spirit out of her.”

“We’ll have her well honed towards your requirements, and Rutger looks more than capable of handling her cart training,” Sienna assured her.
 
“Let me go over your list with you, and we can discuss physical alterations you want us to do here.
 
Dawson and Andrew can handle the contract while we talk.”

While the two Mistresses chatted over tea in the seating area, the four girls stared at each other with distraught sobbing.
 
If anyone in Lewisville pressed too hard to find them, they were sure Mr. Harkson would dissuade their efforts.
 
They realized the door to their freedom had slammed shut, and that their futures lay in the hands of their sadistic Masters.

The Harksons and Rutger left shortly after lunch, and the women were released from their restraints.
 
They were left with Demano to bring back from their despondent reflections, and all four spent most of their time with their groomers, silently crying.

After dinner, they were caged in their Masters’ apartments, while the siblings outlined Andrea’s training.
 
Harkson had paid an enormous deposit towards the gift for his wife, and they had to make sure they all understood the schedule for her training.
 
Because Cora wanted the girl to service her beyond the stables, and she was determined to make sure all of her friends saw her copper De Lucia trained slave, Sienna was getting two sessions with her.
 
Rather than have poor Brian end up with two miserable sessions with Megan, they decided to actually purchase a girl, because it was too time consuming to set up another abduction.

They put Devon on conference screen, where they could speak with the slave trader from the islands.
 
The dark goatee with swept back hair and piercing eyes looked back at them.
 
“Ah, the famous De Lucia’s.
 
To what do I owe this honor?
 
You’re not considering expanding, I hope.”

“No, Devon,” Dawson chuckled.
 
“How are things down there?”

“Much better than Europe, my friend.”
 
The man scowled, “Besides, it was too humiliating to reach only half the price on the auction block for my merchandise when your slaves were there.
 
In the islands, I have a source of product, and what refuses to be trained goes to one of the brothels.”

“I thought you decided not to wholesale,” Richard replied.

“There’s too many to personally train.
 
Six Masters Island alone offers at least a dozen a year… and all prime stuff.
 
The slaves they sell are just balky or lacking what the Masters require, and sometimes they just go on their acquisitions to fund the island and pass all of them on.”
 
Devon’s eyes narrowed.
 
“So, as we have not spoken in three years, I assume this is not just a call to find out about the island weather.
 
You’re not thinking about buying Chayton’s estate are you?”

Dawson shrugged at Sienna, and she whispered, “That was the Master that Harkson told you was selling down there.”

“Oh… god, no.
 
We like our mountain too well, and we need to be close enough to handle our technology business interests.”

Devon looked relieved.
 
“Damn it, Dawson, I thought I was going to have to move again to get away from you.
 
So, what can I help you with?”

“Andrew Harkson was here for a pre-sell for his wife.
 
I guess he
did
make an attempt at that estate, and was turned down.
 
Anyway, it reminded me that you were down there, and I wanted to know what you have available.”

“
You
buying a slave from
me
?”
 
Devon twisted his goatee and narrowed his black eyes again.
 
“Why?
 
I thought you acquired your own flesh.”

“Well, we have the pre-sell, and two other pretty good offerings, but the fourth girl is not our usual quality.
 
We’ve decided to cut our losses with her before we get further into training.”

“What’s wrong with her?”

“Bleach blonde, skinny, but not too bad looking.
 
She’s just so damn apathetic, and goes through the motions like a robot when she’s not screaming to go home.
 
The best we can do is servant, and we don’t want to waste our time with that.”
 
Dawson clicked some buttons.
 
“I just sent you a picture.”

Devon’s screen went blank and he came back on a few minutes later.
 
“Out of what I have available, there’s one I might suggest.
 
We could work out a trade, but I’ll need a little bonus for Megan.
 
I think you’re right, and she’d work as a servant.
 
If not, there are always the brothels.”
 
He shrugged.

“Who do you have?”

“A girl named Isabelle.
 
Constantine brought her back last year, and Chayton tried her on pain without success.
 
She’s a manipulator, but trained in most areas.
 
She’s got a good look; she’s just a real schemer.”

Sienna showed the screen on her cell phone to her brothers.
 
“She might work, Brian.
 
You could spend two sessions with her, and certainly break her of her bad habits.
 
She’s not good for whipping, anyway.”

“Does she have experience with women?”

“Doubtful, and probably not too happy to try,” Devon answered.

“Well, we could work on that, as well,” Dawson replied.

The men finished the business end of their discussion, and it was decided that Brian and Sienna would fly Megan down on the jet for the trade.
 
Andrea was going to need a few days of rest after tomorrow, anyway.

In the morning, Sienna pulled Andrea from her cage and said, “I trust you have learned not to underestimate us, Andrea.”

“Yes, Mistress,” she answered despondently.
 
Andrea felt a wash of despair, and would have curled into a corner if she could.
 
After breakfast, she was led down to the clinic to meet Adela.

Andrea barely acknowledged the measuring procedure, and lay with her eyes closed with depressing thoughts filtering through her mind.
 
Sienna was speaking with the other woman, and it was not until the laser touched her pussy that she tried to bolt upright.

“She’s got plenty to work with.
 
I can burn it off the sides of her labia and still pierce them… three rings on each side?”

“Yes, Cora needs them for the reigns.
 
She’s already planning on the girl balking, and she doesn’t want her to rip.
 
Trim up the top to just above the slit, but leave enough for color.”

Andrea was treated to the same chemical burn on her legs and underarms, and shrieked as all of the rings were placed.
 
Her nipples, clit, six through her labia… and one through the bottom of her nose.

“Okay, we need to raise her.”
 
Andrea’s wrists were released, and she was held on the table in a seated position as her newly pierced nipples were chained to the rings through her labia, and a chain from the ceiling was hooked to the back of her collar.
 
“That should hold her.”

Adela finger combed Andrea’s hair, parting it down the middle, front to back.
 
She tied one side in a high tail, and used a pair of shears to cut it off.
 
Andrea gasped, and finally cried when her shiny red curls were laid at the foot of the table.
 
Adela used a comb to make a more exact line on her scalp, and tied the remaining half of her hair in a band.
 
A gooey gel was painted down the part, and over the first few inches of the longer hair.

Andrea saw the woman pick up the jar of the chemical and screamed.
 
“No, please,” she wailed.
 
The women ignored her as they plastered it over the short cropped side of her head, with Sienna holding her shaking head still while it was placed down the part line.
 
Adela stuck tape over her eyes and nose ring, and Andrea screamed and cursed for the fifteen minutes it took to burn the follicles, leaving one half of her head completely bald.

Sienna ran her fingers through the weeping girl’s remaining hair, after she had removed the band.
 
“It does make a pretty mane.”

Adela picked up the cut length.
 
“Wait until you see the tail,” she said excitedly.
 
It would take a full day for the length to glue to the flanged butt plug.

“You don’t mind keeping her?”

“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.