Six Masters Island - Chaytons Twins (24 page)

Alyssa was gently rocking against Ayden while her cream began flowing with more urgency.
 
“Alyssa, slow down,” Ayden begged.
 
His pulsing erection was close to erupting.
 
“Please, Alyssa.
 
Concentrate.”
 
She rubbed her head against his and he knew they were doomed.

Chayton put down his finished work as he heard Alyssa’s panting begin the telltale shiver of her impending climax.
 
Bemused, he noticed Ayden had given up trying to control her, his bound hands were between her legs sliding along her soaked folds.

“Aahh.
 
Oh, god.
 
Oh, Ayden.
 
Yesss,” she gasped as her thighs spasmed and squeezed.

“Alyssa, aahhrrgh.”
 
Ayden groaned as the cheeks of his ass clenched and he thrust up into her in release.
 
As usual, he collapsed against her.
 
Alyssa had learned that Ayden’s orgasms were so strong that he was weak afterwards.
 
He was always like this, and she patiently bore his weight while her own shudders subsided.
 
His strength returned and he straightened up off her.

Alyssa risked looking up, and saw the Master smiling at her.
 
“I think we’re in trouble,” she whispered to her twin.

Chayton did not want Alyssa marked before the party, so he punished her by having Ayden take her again when they were in bed, as he slid his own engorged flesh within Ayden.
 
Alyssa’s pussy was again empty, but Ayden used his fingers to stroke her to orgasm.
 
Alyssa had learned the Master’s punishments were a two edged sword.
 
He always ensured pleasure with her pain or denial, and she anticipated the tortures.

They collapsed into the Master’s strong arms and he kissed them as always, gazing at them lovingly until their breathing deepened in sleep.
 
He had spent months wishing for this peaceful scene, and tightened his strong arm around Alyssa in appreciation.

Alyssa was dreaming of her two lovers.
 
They were in a room making love.
 
They finished and dressed in nice clothes.
 
In her dream, it did not seem odd to wear the long silk dress and heals.
 
They walked out into a hall and got on an elevator, and when the door opened Helo was waiting for them.
 
His white smile flashed on his ebony face as he led them to a table.
 
Lights came up, and she saw Sandi, naked and bound next to a roulette wheel.
 
She looked around the casino floor at the other faceless gamblers.
 
The wheel turned with Sandi as the prize.

Chayton had felt her stiffen as the nightmare took hold.
 
She was softly thrashing under the covers and her head began shaking back and forth in denial.
 
“Wake up.
 
Alyssa, wake up, little one.”
 
Alyssa bolted upright and gasped.
 
Chayton pulled her back down.
 
“What’s wrong?
 
What has you so upset?” he kissed her affectionately.

“I don’t remember.
 
It was something about a casino and Sandi,” she was trembling.

“Alyssa, don’t worry about Rene.
 
You have Ayden and me to watch out for you,” he said quietly as he stroked her back, and she curled further onto his chest.
 
“It will be easier when she’s gone,” the Master whispered.
 
Alyssa felt her eyes closing towards sleep again, safe in her Master’s embrace.

The trainers came to the house in the afternoon.
 
The sinewy bronze muscles of their bare chests complimented their light tan leather pants and black boots, and they had their crops and coiled whips attached to their belts.
 
Alyssa thought they looked magnificent, though intimidating, as she peeked out from behind Chayton.

She was still dressed in her corset, anxiously wondering what the Master had planned for her to wear for the guests.
 
“Our visitors’ hitching posts have been planted out back on the grass between the airstrip and the pool,” Chayton was saying.
 
“I want Pretty Baby on the end near the lights so Preston will get a good look at her.
 
I’ve heard he’s bringing Sundown to try to intimidate her.
 
Make sure she’s prepared, Antonio.
 
I don’t want her showing any sign of fear.”

“She’ll be ready.
 
Chayton, I really think she’s going to take her.
 
I moved her to the racing surrey last week and she flies.
 
She was born to this,” Antonio replied.

“Don’t let Max get to you, either,” Chayton said.

“Max knows I’m better.
 
He couldn’t take me in Kentucky and he won’t get to me here.
 
I’m going to downplay how well Baby’s doing, though.
 
No use putting all our cards on the table this early,” Antonio winked.

“Bring them over around four,” Chayton finished.

Over the past few months, Alyssa had learned Paige was Pretty Baby.
 
She had watched her teammate’s strong legs pull the cart in the arena and she hoped she would be there to see the other pony’s face when she met her adversary.
 
Paige was calculating and unforgiving in competition.

A stage had been set up by the pool for the slave trading, and it made Alyssa nervous whenever Ayden brought her past it.
 
She pictured Sandi standing alone, dismissed from the estate her friends were at, for a failure she did not understand.

“Let’s get you two ready.”
 
Chayton led them back to their rooms.

Chayton pulled a single box from the top shelf of his closet and laid it on the bed.
 
He removed the lid and took out two beautiful black leather collars.
 
The ring on the front was gold, as were the letters of his name.
 
In smaller gold letters, Alyssa saw her name carved under Chayton’s on one and Ayden’s on the other.
 
Small sapphires and emeralds matching the twins’ eyes alternated along the upper and lower edge, and their new cuffs matched each other as well.
 
Alyssa’s eyes watered in appreciation at the expert craftsmanship on her new ownership restraints.

“They’re beautiful,” she murmured.

“For my beautiful twins.”
 
Chayton secured the new collars himself.
 
Ayden and Alyssa helped each other with the wrist and ankle cuffs.
 
Alyssa broke position and ran to the mirror, and Chayton chuckled at her seldom surfacing vanity.

“Oh, Master,” she exclaimed.
 
“Every other slave on the island will be green with envy.”
 
She vowed to make him proud, until she saw the rest of the outfit.

It was a series of thin, black leather straps with sapphires and emeralds scattered along their length.
 
Ayden’s went around his waist with two strips trailing down around his cock, running up his ass to fasten in the back.
 
The tight straps pulled up his weighted sack, forcing his balls to bulge on either side.
 
A sheer piece of see-through shimmering gold cloth wrapped low on his hips, barely covering his organ.

Ayden looked down, humiliated, and Alyssa shared his pain, imagining what her twin outfit would look like.
 
Two jeweled straps attached to the ring at the front of her new collar and separated under her breasts so they could be fastened to the back loop of her collar.
 
The straps were buried in the flesh under her mounds as they were pulled to painfully thrust out.

Her belt matched Ayden’s, with the exception that her two strips fastened to her belt on either hip, and the other end featured a gold clip that attached to her labial rings, pulling them open.
 
She wore the same short gold cloth around her waist, barely long enough to cover the exposed pink flesh.
 
Not that it mattered, she bemoaned, as it was see-through anyway.
 
She looked as miserable as Ayden.

A last strip of bejeweled leather circled their heads, causing Alyssa to remember the soap crowns.
 
Prince and princess of pain, indeed
.
 
“Please Master, don’t make me wear this,” she fought back tears.

Chayton gave her a stern look and she bit her lip silently.
 
She knew he would not be swayed on this decision.
 
“I expect perfect submission this evening,” he ordered.

She looked at the carpet.
 
“Yes, Master.”

Chayton caught Ayden glancing at Alyssa as they stood in position while he changed.
 
Soon Ayden’s sheer cloth began to stir and rise to expose his bulging sack and Chayton chuckled to himself.
 
The twins had been kept constantly aroused with each other for the past two months, and now they only had to see each other to become hard and wet.

Ayden was embarrassed by the unwanted obvious response at her discomfort.
 
Glancing at her bared pussy, he saw the damp juices of her arousal as well, and he felt better.
 
Alyssa watched nervously as Chayton picked up the remote.
 
Oh, god, no more
, she thought.
 
The buzzing of the clit vibrator began a slow pulse and she shifted uncomfortably.
 
“Position, Alyssa,” he ordered.

“Yes, Master,” she gritted her teeth and settled her feet.

The twins followed their Master to the living room, standing in position on either side of him as the guests arrived.
 
The slaves to be traded were bound to poles surrounding the stage by the pool.
 
Only the Masters and their personal attendants entered the house.
 
Any ponies were brought to the back lawn by their trainers.

Master Constantine was the first to arrive.
 
He had two beautiful Italian girls dressed in short matching sapphire blue dresses beside him.
 
Alyssa risked a glance.
 
The girls were smiling and their cuffs and collars were thin gold chains, more like jewelry.
 
Constantine greeted Chayton.
 
“Isabelle will be auctioned.
 
I doubt if you’ll want her back, but I felt it fair to offer her to you first.”

“No.
 
I’ll pass, but thank you.
 
I see you had luck in Italy.”
 
Chayton looked appreciatively at the two slaves.

“Oh, yes.
 
It was difficult to choose my companions for this evening.
 
It was quite a contest,” he laughed.
 
The two chosen slaves smiled broadly.
 
“I’m placing Maria in guest services.
 
She’s been loyal for so long I can’t bear to auction her, but I have three beside Isabelle who will be leaving.”

Alyssa was chilled at how casually slaves were replaced, and she was beginning to understand the talk Ayden had with her about the ponies months ago.
 
When would she face this uncertain future?

Next came Master Sean followed by a petite Asian woman with shiny black hair that fell to her knees.
 
She was dressed in the form-fitting silk of the orient.
 
Alyssa was feeling even more undressed with each arrival.
 
“May I?” Sean inquired.

“Alyssa, eyes up,” Chayton ordered.

Alyssa’s emerald eyes looked up and tentatively faced the other Master.
 
He was older than Chayton or Constantine and had wrinkles around his soft blue eyes.
 
Alyssa preferred the glassy color of Ayden’s.
 
Sean said, “A beauty, Chayton.
 
They compliment each other well.”

“Thank you.
 
I’ve been most pleased,” Chayton said proudly.
 
“Alyssa, eyes.”
 
She lowered them to look at the carpet again.

Master Julienne arrived and caused quite an uproar with the other Masters.
 
He rode up to the door on the back of a large saddled woman.
 
Her calves had been strapped to her thighs and she had thick leather kneepads and mittens.
 
A rubber bit passed through her mouth complete with the reins Julienne held tightly in one hand.
 
Her hair had been shaved into a long Mohawk, and what was left was hanging down one side of her face and neck like a mane.
 
As they passed by, Alyssa saw a swishing tail had been secured deep within her bottom.
 
Julienne smiled at the surprise on everyone’s face.
 
“You do like to make an entrance, Julienne,” Chayton laughed.

The woman crawled by with Julienne wildly smacking her red bottom with a crop.
 
“Where’s Preston?
 
I want him to look at my pony,” he called gleefully into the room.
 
“Whinny for the Masters.”
 
Smack.
 
Alyssa glanced at Ayden and held back a laugh at the loud human whinny from the other room.
 
Perhaps there was something worse than her outfit.

Master Preston and Mistress Camille walked up to the house together.
 
Preston led a voluptuous blonde woman and Camille had a tall blonde man trailing behind her.
 
Both slaves were on leashes, and except for collars and cuffs, the slaves were completely naked.
 
The woman had bruising welts across the top and bottom of her breasts with a painful looking stripe across her nipples.
 
Three welts rose out from her naked pussy.
 
Camille’s slave matched with stripes across his ass and bruising on his testicles and shaft.
 
“Nice outfits.”
 
Chayton grinned.