Six Masters Island - Chaytons Twins (2 page)

“As far as having you in my bed, I have Ayden.”
 
He noticed her tearful eyes narrow, and Chayton laughed incredulously.
 
“You didn’t really think you would replace him, did you?
 
What was it you told Constantine’s harem?
 
Ah, yes.
 
‘You would soon be Mistress of the estate and you would remember their transgressions’,” he chuckled.
 
“Your devious ambition has put you in a bit of a bind, as it were.”
 
Chayton ran a finger down the chain securing her wrists for emphasis.

Ayden returned with Helo and walked towards his Master, leaving Helo standing by the door with his big brown hands behind his back and his eyes down, waiting to be acknowledged.

“Helo, take Isabelle to a cell and see to it she is cared for,” Chayton ordered.

“Yes, Master.”
 
The big man barely contained his smile as he moved towards the weeping girl, and Chayton and Ayden left the chamber.
 
He ran a finger down one of the light marks and whispered, “Screwed it up, didn’t you, girl?”
 
Isabelle flinched.

Helo had picked her up a month ago from Master Constantine’s harem and had an immediate dislike for the cunning girl.
 
He was responsible for keeping the house in order and had watched Isabelle push all her chores onto the serving girl since her arrival at Master Chayton’s estate.
 
Helo pulled the girl aside and asked her why she was letting Isabelle dictate to her, and she nervously replied that Isabelle was going to tell the Master she was not doing her job and that she had been stealing food.
 
The threat of being sent to the auction was enough to sway the poor girl.

One of Helo’s responsibilities was scheduling tasks for the other five male slaves.
 
A new task Helo scheduled was the sexual use of Isabelle in any manner the men desired, and he would chuckle when she was side-railed several times a day from her pursuit of Ayden.
 
It was not unusual to find her down on her knees with a cock deep down her throat or bent over a chair with someone in her pussy or ass.
 
Slaves had to orchestrate their own amusements, and the men appreciated their new ‘task’.

Helo guided Isabelle down the basement hall and sequestered her in one of the dark cells.
 
“If it makes you feel any better, I’m sure the slaves are going to miss you.”
 
Helo was still laughing as he headed upstairs.

Isabelle’s mind worked feverishly as she struggled to come up with a plan to improve her situation.
 
Her bottom itched from the welts Master Chayton lashed across her ass and shoulders a few hours ago in a final attempt to arouse her, and she cautiously adjusted her seat on the small cot.
 
The cruel man was insane if he believed any woman would desire such treatment.

Ayden’s boyish face flashed through her thoughts, and she wished she had something to throw against the metal bars of her cell.
 
She felt he had tricked her into believing she had a chance to end up in Chayton’s bed, knowing the Master only wanted to use her to handle the submissive tortures Ayden could not bear.
 
The Master knew his lover found no passion in his sadistic games and never forced him to be subjected to them.
 
With no tolerance for the Master’s erotic tortures, Isabelle had failed to please him and found herself in a dangerous position.

Her fingers traced one pink mark, renewing her anger.
 
The only time the Master touched her was to chain her to the post and apply his leather whips and floggers to her naked body.
 
If he had allowed her one chance to entice him and bring him to the trembling heights she was so adept in coaxing from men since she discovered the benefits of her seductive abilities, Isabelle would be able to convince him to keep her instead of confining her in this dank concrete cage beneath the house.
 
Her eyes narrowed in irritated frustration as she imagined Ayden enjoying his Master’s cock, while she had never been permitted to show him her skill in bed.
 
The only time the sadistic Master desired her was for use as a whipping post.

Isabelle was still bewildered at the turn of events that had caused her to be exiled from Master Constantine’s comfortable harem and sent to Master Chayton’s estate.
 
Her mind refused to believe the manipulations that had worked so well in high school and college had failed so miserably with these arrogant men.
 
She pouted and adjusted the short lavender harem dress Helo had handed her to put on when he locked her in the small room hours ago.
 
The last sound Isabelle had heard was his laughter as he walked towards the stairs.

She looked through the bars into the dimly lit hall, half expecting to hear Master Chayton’s heavy footsteps echo off the cement floor as he made his way down the corridor to tell her he had re-evaluated his decision to send her away.
 
Nothing could be heard from the rooms upstairs, but these were the cells and the dungeon areas.
 
The Master had them reinforced, assuring his guests would not be disturbed.
 
Her eyes darted up at an imaginary sound and slowly dropped back to the floor when she realized she was still alone.

Isabelle wondered if the harem dress meant she was to be returned to Master Constantine, and thought perhaps he might be bored with the half-assed attempts of the other women to please him and remembered her skill and attention to his desires.
 
An attempt to rebuild her position with Master Constantine was the only plan she had come up with to escape the imminent fate of the off-island auction.
 
She would not try to console herself with the consideration that another of the Masters would be willing to take her after two dismissals.

Her hands twisted anxiously as she imagined Chayton informing Constantine of her miserable failure.
 
Her former Master may not give her the chance to convince him of her submissive devotion, and Isabelle envisioned the window of opportunity to be returned to the harem slowly closing with Chayton’s recount of his disappointment with her.
 
At this point, she would even beg and plead with Ayden to get back in the Masters’ good graces.

Isabelle paced the small cell, scheming ways to rectify her circumstances and allowing a familiar sense of confidence to bolster up her depression.
 
She considered herself an expert at devising tactics to improve her status, and the fact that her cunning plans had done nothing but land her in dire straits since she had been brought to Six Masters Island, did not dissuade her from continuing along the only course she understood how to follow.

When Chayton left Helo with Isabelle, he led Ayden back to his room.
 
Ayden was still upset that he had let the devious woman cause him to doubt his abilities to please his Master.
 
“I never should have given in.
 
I’m sorry, Master.”

Chayton sighed.
 
“Ayden, she was already causing trouble with the other girl and if nothing else, she was a pleasant distraction for a few weeks.
 
I’m getting ready to harvest, so I had to end it anyway.”
 
Chayton put his arms around the young man and brushed his lips across his sandy curls.

“I wish you weren’t leaving, Master.
 
I’m so lonely when you’re gone.”
 
Ayden buried his face in Chayton’s broad bronze chest and inhaled his comforting, masculine scent.

“I’ll only be gone a week.
 
Ayden, you know I can’t send you to another estate while I’m gone.
 
I don’t trust the other Masters with you.”
 
Chayton felt the man shiver at the thought and decided to distract him.
 
“Prepare me, Ayden.
 
Isabelle left me completely unaffected.”

Chayton let Ayden help him out of his pants and lay back on the bed with one arm under his head, thinking of the upcoming acquisition trip.
 
His other hand brushed through Ayden’s soft hair while he bobbed up and down on Chayton’s rigid shaft, and he could see Ayden’s hand wrapped around his own cock, pumping furiously as he took his Master’s length deep down his throat.
 
Ayden started moaning with his impending release, and the vibrations in his throat caused Chayton to climax violently.

They were just waking up from their nap when Helo knocked on the door.
 
“Enter,” Chayton called.
 
“What is it, Helo?”

“Your guests have arrived, Master,” he answered.

“I’ll meet them in the office,” Chayton replied.
 
Helo left to carry out the order and the two lovers quickly washed and dressed.

Ayden followed Chayton towards the door.
 
When he had gotten the nerve to ask him, Chayton said he was part Sioux and his name meant falcon.
 
His ancestors’ features were evident in his strong jaw and full lips.
 
Ayden felt his balls tingle with tightening arousal as he caught glimpses of well-defined muscles showing briefly when his Master’s shining hair swayed as he walked.
 
How can I last a week with him gone?

When they reached the office, Ayden took his place beside his Master, kneeling on the large pillow beside the heavy wooden desk.
 
Chayton poured brandy for Constantine, Preston and himself and sat down.
 
“Constantine, I need to return Isabelle.”

“I’d heard you were trying to train her.”
 
Constantine smiled compassionately.
 
“She’s ambitious and vain, and I had doubts she would satisfy your needs.
 
Even the thought of making her available to guests is distasteful to me.
 
Her propensity towards subterfuge is annoying.”

“Personally, I’d have her first up at auction.
 
She disrupted my household and sabotaged Ayden into this situation.
 
You had similar problems with her.”
 
Chayton’s black eyes flashed in anger, and Ayden tentatively reached up to stroke his Master’s thigh.
 
Chayton settled back in his chair, relaxing somewhat.
 
“I’m leaving for Nevada next week.”

“The casino?” Preston sat forward attentively.
 
News of the acquisitions always intrigued him.

“Yes, the pool tournaments have already started.
 
I’ve been studying a five-girl team from Florida that played last year, and four of the women have made reservations.
 
Paulo sent pictures and identification on them from last summer, and I’ve managed to compile a decent profile on each of them.
 
The fifth girl will probably be with them and just didn’t register yet.
 
Maybe they’re saving on the room rate.”
 
Chayton shrugged.
 
“The background check shows very few family or friends to raise too much of a stink.”

The Masters’ harvests always took place in the summer when young people were in flux, traveling towards vacations and school.
 
It would take a few days longer for relatives or friends to realize the youths were missing and convince authorities to investigate.
 
The abductions were choreographed so well, law enforcement lost interest in the cases quickly and piled more demanding crimes on top of the soon forgotten missing persons files.
 
Chayton would be the second to leave after Sean returned from Japan with his acquisitions.

Constantine’s fingers tented on his crossed knees.
 
“I’m headed to Italy.
 
I miss my olive-skinned beauties, and I have four lucky ladies who have won ‘scholarships to study art’,” he chuckled.
 
Constantine stood an even six foot, and silver was just beginning to shoot through the dark temples of his classic man’s haircut.
 
He preferred tailored suits and khakis to leather or jeans, and he liked his male and female slaves pretty, soft and petite.

While Chayton enjoyed mutual satisfaction and arousal with the whip, Preston was a true sadist.
 
He gave very little consideration, if any, to the submissive’s pleasure, and was much more extreme with his endeavors.
 
He stood six two, an inch or so shorter than Chayton.
 
His shoulder length dark hair was tied back with a strip of leather.
 
Preston sported a hard, athletic body, his physique shown off in tight jeans.
 
“I suppose you’ll be picking them up in the jet and flying them directly here?”

Refusing to be baited, Constantine replied calmly, “I don’t enjoy the capture as much as you do.
 
It’s much less traumatic my way.”
 
Constantine knew some of the Masters considered him too soft and forgiving.
 
His training consisted of overcoming the slave’s reluctance with psychological tortures, and the other Masters had no idea about the mind games that Constantine orchestrated behind his estate walls.
 
By the time he finished, his slaves were brainwashed into complete infatuation with him.

“You miss out on so much.”
 
Chayton felt himself begin to stiffen as he thought about the approaching harvest.
 
Ayden moved his hand from his Master’s thigh and began softly rubbing the bulging leather.
 
Chayton looked down at his eager lover’s adoring eyes and smiled while he caressed his blonde hair.
 
“Preston?”

“I’m headed to Sweden.
 
I may be gone an extra week while I search for the ‘perfect models’ I’ve advertised for.”
 
Preston always drew out the selection process.
 
“I heard Julienne is going to Arkansas.
 
I told him I wasn’t in favor of him cultivating so close to Nevada, but you know him.
 
He’s going ahead with his plans.
 
He should be far enough away from Las Vegas and your visits are more than a month apart, so the two incidents shouldn’t be connected.”