Six Masters Island - Chaytons Twins (11 page)

“Yes, Master.”
 
Her voice was soft and quiet.
 
Chayton loved it, and knew she would be a perfect match with Ayden on his other side.

“Spread your knees.”
 
Alyssa squirmed.
 
Hesitantly, she spread her legs, uncomfortable that her pussy was completely exposed to him.
 
“Clasp your hands behind your head.”
 
She looked up at him as she moved her arms.
 
“Eyes down, slave.”
 
She looked down.
 
He tapped her back and she straightened, thrusting her breasts out, feeling her face turn red.
 
Chayton felt himself stiffen with her humiliation.
 
“This is the position you assume if you are kneeling and I tell you to present.
 
Straighten your back, Alyssa.”

“Yes, Master,” she sniffled.
 
He made her sit there for a few minutes, saying nothing.
 
Her toes were cramping and the welts were beginning to throb.
 
Her back was getting tired and he tapped her several times when she began to slouch.

Finally, he sensed she was unable to hold the rigid position.
 
“You need to practice and strengthen your back.
 
You may be told to hold that pose for long periods of time and you will be punished if you break position.”

“Yes, Master,” she groaned.

“Stand.”
 
Alyssa struggled to her feet.
 
“Feet a few inches apart.
 
Hands clasped behind you.
 
Straighten your back, Alyssa.
 
Head up, eyes lowered.
 
Good.
 
This is your resting position when you are standing.
 
If you are not told to kneel, you will stand like this whenever you are with me and we stop.”

“Yes, Master.”
 
Alyssa was trying to remember all the rules.
 
The word punishment kept creeping into her thoughts.

“Spread your legs further apart.
 
A little more.
 
Alyssa, get your damn back straight!”
 
Tears started silently flowing again, pleasing Chayton immensely.
 
“Clasp your hands behind your head.”
 
Thwack! The crop struck her lower back and she briefly arched forward with a gasp, and then straightened.
 
“This is the position you assume if you are standing and I order you to present.”

“Yes, Master,” she cried.
 
She was so confused.
 
The thought of being punished terrified her, but she did not see how she was going to be able to memorize where her feet go, when to kneel, how to kneel.
 
It was impossible.

“I will be teaching you more positions, but you will ask Ayden to help you learn these four.
 
What positions did you learn?”
 
The Master was rapping the crop lightly against the black leather on his strong thigh.

Alyssa struggled to remember.
 
“Kneeling rest.
 
Umm.
 
Kneeling present, standing rest and standing present, Master.”
 
She was pleased with her answer.

“Very good.”
 
Chayton stood up and walked over to the frightened girl.
 
Her hands were still clasped behind her head, and he reached one strong arm behind her and pulled her into an embrace while his hand cupped her chin.
 
He leaned down and kissed his trembling slave, letting his tongue slide into her surprised open mouth, skating around her teeth and chasing her tongue.
 
Alyssa’s hands came down and rested against his chest, bewildered by this sudden change.
 
Her body seemed to have a will of its own, and the deep kiss of the dangerous, handsome man triggered an arousing, yet scared sexual response.
 
She felt the hand embracing her drop to her mound again, testing her wetness.
 
He pulled back the kiss and whispered onto her lips, “Good girl.”

Chayton reattached her leash and led her, once again naked, upstairs and back to Ayden’s room.
 
She made no move to struggle.
 
Ayden was kneeling by the bed.
 
God, he’s been there all this time?
 
Alyssa wondered guiltily.
 
Apparently she had caused him to get into trouble with the Master.

Chayton unclipped her leash and tossed it onto the bed.
 
“Stand, Ayden.”

“Yes, Master.”
 
The young man jumped to his feet.

“Order Alyssa through the first four positions.
 
Alyssa, if you do them correctly, I will not punish Ayden.”
 
Chayton sat down on the bed knowing she would give her best effort.
 
He had not missed the distress in her eyes when she had seen Ayden patiently kneeling.

“Yes, Master.”
 
Alyssa was determined to get them right.
 
She could not stand the thought of being responsible for Ayden getting whipped; he had been so nice to her.
 
Of course, Alyssa was unaware the Master refused to whip Ayden.
 
This was all part of her training and bonding.

Ayden nervously pointed to the floor in front of him.
 
“Kneel.”
 
Alyssa decided it was the resting kneel, and struggled into the position.
 
A moment later she risked a glance at the Master and straightened her aching back.
 
Ayden looked at Chayton and his Master nodded to continue.
 
“Present.”
 
Somehow it was more embarrassing to have Ayden order her to expose herself.
 
She stared at the carpet and as the flush crept onto her cheeks, she spread her knees and clasped her hands behind her head, thrusting her chest out.

Ayden led her through the two standing poses.

“What do you think, Ayden?”

“Her back is weak, Master.
 
She slides into a slouch quickly,” Ayden replied.

“You had a similar problem when you were learning your positions.”

Ayden remembered the long hours of holding position while he was in training.
 
“You will practice with her an hour in the morning and an hour in the afternoon,” Chayton ordered.

“Yes, Master.”
 
Ayden looked forward to the time alone with her to practice.

“I’m going to see how things are getting along in the stable.
 
You may start your first hour of practice now.”
 
Chayton left the room.

“You can rest for a while.
 
I’m sure you’re tired.
 
I remember the stress of training,” Ayden said softly as he walked towards the window seat.
 
He turned around and saw the welt on her thighs.
 
“Oh, Alyssa.
 
I’m so sorry.
 
I forgot you were punished.
 
Lie down on the bed, tummy on the mattress.”

Nervously, Alyssa did as he asked while he got something out of one of the nightstands and climbed onto the bed, straddling her thighs.
 
Alyssa could feel his soft penis resting on her leg, and her pussy spasmed.
 
Ayden brushed her hair off her back and frowned at the three red stripes.
 
Chayton was talented with the whip and he never broke the skin unless he intended to.
 
The ointment Ayden rubbed onto the marks would ease some of the pain.
 
The welts were not too bad and should heal to light bruises in a couple of days.
 
She gasped as he touched the wounds but she did not cry or panic.
 
She can handle this!
 
Ayden was overjoyed as they both became aware of his hardening cock on her thigh.

He wanted to make love to her, to hold her and take her pain away, but he knew he was not allowed without the Master’s permission.
 
Not the first time, anyway.

CHAPTER IV.
 
RENE

When Sandi was led from the concrete cell behind the tall, muscular black man, she was scared to death.
 
She was afraid for herself and almost as afraid for poor Lindsey.
 
The blonde man did not look too intimidating, but the thought of Lindsey and the Master made her stomach roll.

She was halfway down the hall and decided she had to try to help her.
 
She pulled at the leash almost choking herself, and screamed muffled obscenities behind the gag.
 
Helo paid no attention and kept dragging her towards the stairs.

When they reached the top, he turned and laid a large hand against her chest, pushing her so hard against the wall that her breath left her lungs in a whoosh and she struggled to fill them.
 
“Silence, slave,” he hissed.
 
“How dare you disgrace me in front of the Master?
 
Do you realize the honor he has bestowed on me?
 
You would be nothing but auction fodder if I hadn’t rescued you.”

Rescued me?
 
Rescued me?
she thought.
 
She screamed again and tried to kick him.

He slapped her hard and continued to drag her through the house across the slick marble floors.
 
Terrant watched them pass by and Sandi saw his eyes narrow.
 
“Terrant, the Master says you can help me break her in.”

Terrant hurried after them.
 
They went down a long hall with black marble floors that kept her dragging feet, sliding, and Helo opened the last door on the right.
 
The bedroom was painted burgundy, and a huge bed with black linens faced the door.
 
She saw eyebolts in the ceiling and walls, and chains wrapped around each of the four bedposts.

She presumed the open doorway next to the closet led to a bathroom.
 
Terrant approached her from behind and she jumped when he ran his finger down her spine.
 
“Well, you definitely got the throw away, but she’s better than nothing,” he sneered.
 
“What did you name her?”

“Rene, and she’s not that bad; just a little skinny.”
 
Helo defended his new property.

Terrant walked around her and flicked one small nipple painfully.
 
“Your tits are almost as big as hers.”

“Her tits are just fine.”
 
Helo continued to defend Rene and wondered why Terrant was being so nasty.
 
It was uncharacteristic of him to act this way.
 
Maybe he was just jealous that Helo had received a servant.

Next, Terrant smacked her butt.
 
Hard.
 
Sandi jumped towards Helo and squealed.
 
“Terrant, knock it off.
 
What’s wrong with you?
 
I thought you’d like to have fun with her.”

“I am having fun.”
 
Terrant walked to Helo’s closet and pulled out a short leather whip.
 
Sandi’s eyes got huge.
 
“She needs to be punished for her behavior during induction.”

Sandi scooted closer to Helo, bemoaning that he was her only protection.

Helo was confused by Terrant’s odd behavior.
 
Still, the sight of the handsome slave holding the whip was causing his body to react.
 
He had never thought of Terrant in sexual terms because he tended to be aloof and unapproachable.

“Are you telling me what to do with my property?” Helo questioned.

“Your property?
 
Who are you kidding?
 
Chayton can take Rene away with the snap of his fingers.”
 
Terrant was edging closer.
 
“If you claim her, then you know she deserves to be punished.”

This was a clear challenge.
 
Helo had fully intended to correct his slave, but Terrant’s remark threw him off balance.

“Of course Rene will be punished.
 
I did expect to at least get her in the room first.”
 
Sandi backed away from Helo towards the bathroom door.

“Bind her, then,” Terrant ordered.

Helo was used to obeying orders and pulled Rene towards him with the leash.
 
He secured her wrists to the bedpost by the chain at the top.
 
The whole time, he was trying to figure out why he continued to listen to Terrant, instead of kicking him out of his room.

“Three each.
 
We don’t want her passing out on us.
 
She’s yours, so you get first crack at her.”
 
Terrant handed Helo the whip.

Even as he raised his arm back, Helo was trying to figure out why he was listening to the man.
 
Rene pressed into the post, terrified.
 
She felt the whip strike her back and screamed at the unexpected blow, slowly realizing it was not too painful.

“Nice love-tap.
 
You’re supposed to be punishing her,” Terrant chided.

Helo gave him a questioning look.
 
He pulled his arm back and let the whip fly a little harder, and Rene squealed.
 
This one burned a little.
 
The third strike was about the same, reminding her of a hard slap.

“My turn.”
 
Terrant took the whip and Rene squeezed her eyes closed.
 
She knew this blow would be hard and cruel.

Terrant moved his arm over his head and threw it forcefully forward.
 
Rene felt the contact of the leather, and shrieked as a hundred wasps traveled down her spine.
 
Her feet hopped and her butt flexed into the pole.

Helo’s eyes never left Terrant’s magnificent form and he barely registered Renes painful scream.
 
He watched with aroused excitement as Terrant threw his arm wide out from his side.
 
The muscles in his chest tightened as he completed the swing.

Rene felt the whip cross her ass as the hornets stung again, and she screamed, pleading behind the gag.

Helo’s loincloth was tented.
 
Mesmerized, his eyes traveled to Terrant’s obvious rigid cock.
 
The whip made its final pass and Helo was almost sorry the display was ending.

Rene hung limply from the pain of the whip across the back of her thin thighs where small beads of blood had risen in a few places.
 
She sobbed against the post in misery, wondering what she had done to deserve this.

Terrant tossed the weapon into the closet.
 
“That is how you punish.
 
It feels good to be on the other side of the whip for a change.”
 
Terrant frowned down at his erection.
 
“Well, I guess she better take care of these,” he laughed.
 
“She did cause them.”

Helo was confused.
 
He certainly would not tell Terrant the cause of his stiff shaft.
 
He finally looked at his slave and saw the welts from his blows were light pink.
 
Terrant’s strikes were an angry red, soon to turn purple.

Terrant unchained the young woman from the post and she started to collapse.
 
“No you don’t, Rene.
 
We got a problem you gotta’ take care of.
 
Helo, you have a ring gag?
 
She looks like a biter.
 
Maybe you can get her teeth pulled.”

Rene quivered in fear.
 
Helo handed Terrant the rubber ring, fascinated with his control of the scene.
 
He had never seen Terrant like this.
 
Helo’s submissive nature was beginning to crave the attention being lavished on his slave.
 
Although he had no trouble leading the other males, it was not through domination.
 
He had earned their respect.

Terrant clipped Renes wrists together behind her, unfastened the leather plug gag and tossed it on the nightstand.
 
Rene worked her aching jaws, preparing to scream and beg.
 
Terrant pulled her head back by her hair and as she got ready to shriek he jammed one edge of the ring behind her bottom teeth, squeezed the rubber together, and let it expand behind her upper teeth.
 
With her hands incapacitated, she could not remove the ring to close her mouth.

Rene wailed through the opening, drool spilling down her chin.
 
“That’s better.
 
You want front or rear.”

“The back, I guess.”
 
Helo was trying to figure out when he had lost control of the situation.
 
He automatically reached in the nightstand for the lubricating jell.
 
It had been so long since he had been with a woman, it never occurred to him to use her pussy.

“Good.
 
I want to look in her eyes so she knows she’s on the lowest ring of the ladder here.
 
It doesn’t get much worse than being the slave of a slave,” he chuckled cruelly.
 
Rene moaned and whimpered through her opened mouth.

“Eeese.
 
Eeese, on’t.
 
Eeeese,” she begged.

Helo slowly squeezed the tube down the crease of her skinny ass and began rubbing.
 
Terrant sat back on the bed, holding her head and alternated between watching Helo and looking into her terrified eyes.
 
“Make her cum like you saw her do it on the monitor.”

Rene flushed, realizing that her masturbation had indeed been witnessed.
 
She felt Helo’s thick finger, slick with lube, start running the path between her folds.
 
She closed her eyes against Terrant’s gaze as she felt her body betray her, and soon her own juices were added to the moistness between her legs.
 
“She’s got a huge clit.”
 
Helo found the hanging bead and rubbed it.
 
Rene’s muscles clenched and she moaned.

“I think she likes that,” Terrant laughed.
 
“Keep it up.”

Helo lightly pinched and massaged the hanging taut flesh as he inserted a finger inside her.
 
“Ooomph,” Rene moaned as her hips began rocking.
 
Please stop.
 
Oh, god, please,
she thought.

“I think she’s close.
 
Hold up.
 
Let’s see if you can get us all together.”
 
Terrant’s game continued.

Helo deserted her sex and she groaned, so close to the edge of release.
 
She tightened her puckered ring as she felt the thick finger approach.
 
Surprisingly gentle, Helo guided his finger past the entrance, thrusting and spreading.
 
Rene had sex like this before and knew she had to try to relax or it would be painful.
 
Accepting the inevitable, she stopped constricting her muscles.

Helo rubbed her ass and slowly entered her.
 
He stayed motionless, giving her time to adjust.

“I think she’s done this before.
 
You in?” Terrant asked.
 
Helo nodded.

Terrant held her cheeks and aimed his long shaft at her mouth.
 
Rene pleaded with her eyes, knowing it would do no good.
 
He plunged deeply towards the back of her throat and she gagged.
 
“Now this feels good,” Terrant murmured.
 
He plunged back and forth going deeper each time.
 
Rene felt her throat give way as he buried himself.
 
His pubic hairs tickled her nostrils as she smelled his musky sex.
 
He withdrew as she began to panic and she gasped for air around his length.

“Reach around and make her cum with us.”
 
Terrant’s eyes stared passionately into Helo’s.
 
Helo started stroking Rene’s wet slit, diving deep into her and flicking the stiff nub.
 
She began rocking into him.

Helo began thrusting in time to her motion while Terrant took her mouth, occasionally glancing at her eyes.
 
They were closed now, so he studied Helo instead.
 
The penetrating motions quickened as desire inflamed the three slaves.
 
Rene climaxed without warning, causing her ass to clench and vibrating moans in her throat.

Helo threw his arms towards Terrant who pulled him close.
 
The two men embraced over her back and Terrant claimed Helo’s mouth as sperm spilled deep into Rene’s shuddering rectum and throat.

When the after effects of their powerful release subsided, the men withdrew.
 
Rene looked down at the bed between Terrant’s thighs, utterly humiliated at being such a responsive vessel.

Helo removed the ring gag, unhooked her wrists, and she allowed herself to be led to the shower and washed.
 
In shock, she remained speechless.
 
Helo locked a chain from the bedpost onto her collar.

Terrant and Helo climbed onto the bed and held each other while Helo began discussing where their joint desire for each other had come from.

Rene remained the third party to the unlikely trio for another week.
 
One day, Helo brought her to one of the dark cells in the basement.
 
There was no explanation, and the shocked, abused girl quietly curled up on a cot.
 
She remained there, alone and miserable in the dark for weeks, with only the serving girl bringing her meals, emptying her bucket and bringing her water to wash with.