Six Masters Island - Chaytons Twins

by Candace Smith

  Ayden watched anxiously as Helo and Brazil left the plane with a large red head. “That’s their leader, Becka,” Chayton informed him. Next, Cyrus and Diablo exited with a tall skinny blonde. “That’s Sandi.” Arturo came down to the tarmac holding a cute, short haired brunette’s arms. “That’s Paige.” Ayden looked up at Chayton. Sensing Ayden’s gaze, he said, “Not yet, watch.”

  Ayden looked back towards the jet. Ramone was helping a pretty, pony tailed blonde down to the runway. “Danielle.” For a fleeting moment, Ayden thought of Angela, but the heart twinge was dismissed as he watched Terrant lead a small woman down the stairs. Her long auburn hair was twisting in the breeze around her perfect shape, outlined by the tight jeans and beige sweater. Her features were little girl frightened, and as the group approached the back of the house, Ayden could see the fear in her emerald eyes. He felt a stirring in his groin and leaned back, not surprised to feel his Master’s hard cock pressing into his back. “She’s beautiful, Master,” he sighed.

  Chayton was thrilled his lover was pleased with the unexpected acquisition of Lindsey. He took Ayden’s hand and quickly headed towards the office to watch the women in the induction room on the monitor.

  When they were on the tarmac, Sandi started to flail and try to pull away. Helo walked over and slapped her hard across the face, and she stilled instantly.

  The procession of new captives started across the back lawn. Lindsey saw a huge, tropical swimming pool surrounded by comfortable looking patio furniture and a wall of glass doors that led into a huge, white stucco house. The travelers continued across the grass to a door sunk into the bottom level at the side of the structure, and Helo descended the three concrete steps. He entered a combination into a keypad and the heavy metal door swung open. Cyrus asked Helo if everything was under control, and he nodded and dismissed him back to the jet. When everyone else had entered the small concrete office on the other side, Helo slammed the door shut with an ominous finality.

  He opened a barred doorway on the other side of the room and locked it behind them after everyone had passed through. It looked like an old, dank jail to Lindsey. The walls and floor were concrete and she saw a few small empty cells on either side of the hall. Single lights were spaced on the walls between the cells giving off minimal light and the air had the musty smell of wet cement. She started shivering and whimpering behind the gag and Terrant applied a little more pressure to her arm as he guided her further down the hallway.

  The hall ended in a ‘T’. To the right, Lindsey saw another barred doorway with stairs leading up to what she assumed was the main level of the house. There were several sturdy wooden doors down this length of the hall, all closed, leaving no indication of what lay on the other side. At the end of the hall, opposite the stairway, Helo opened the door. Inside was a large cement block room. Directly across from the door were six steel cages about four feet square. The women were led inside and the door closed behind them.

  There was a hose hung on one wall, a drain in the middle of the floor and a bucket in the corner by the cages. Eyebolts were spaced along the wall opposite the hose. Lindsey looked up and saw a hook attached to a chain on the ceiling. Following the chain, she saw where it ended on a spool with a crank to the left of the door.

  Once again using a keypad, Helo unlocked a cabinet in the right corner by the door. He took out five metal bowls, spaced them out on the floor and filled each one with water from the hose. “We’re removing the gags. If you speak they go back on. As long as you are drinking they stay off.”

  As soon as her gag was removed, Sandi started screeching. “You fuckers!” She dodged Brazil as he reached out for her and tried to sprint for the door where Helo easily grabbed her. “You son of a bitch! Let me go! You fucker!” Helo jammed the gag back in her mouth and lifted her up. Arturo and Diablo each grabbed an ankle and snapped on cuffs, attaching them to each other by a short chain. Diablo walked across the room and opened a cage, and the three men roughly forced Sandi to her knees, pushed her inside the cage and locked the door.

  Helo calmly looked at the rest of the shocked women. “Anyone else?” They shook their heads quietly, clearly very frightened. Arturo, Diablo, Ramone, Brazil, and Terrant lined up along the wall with the door and folded their arms across their chests, silently watching them. “Not thirsty?” Helo started to approach Becka with the horrid gag and she quickly dropped to her knees by one of the bowls.

  “Paige, drink,” she whispered to her friend. Paige, seeing Helo back off with the gag as long as Becka was kneeling by the bowl, joined her. Danni and Lindsey followed quickly, not wanting the obstruction back in their mouths. With their hands bound behind them they had to lean uncomfortably over to lap at the water.

  Lindsey managed to stifle her sobbing as her hair dragged through the water, sticking to her cheeks and chin when she lifted her face. She was terrified, miserable and confused. It frightened her further to see the self-assured Becka scared into quiet compliance. Even though her thirst was quenched, Lindsey kept slowly lapping at the water to prolong the inevitability of the gag. At last, there was no more water, and she reluctantly straightened, remaining on her knees.

  “Look at her, Ayden. She instinctively assumes a submissive pose.” Chayton was fascinated as he watched the young woman on a monitor fed from a camera hidden on top of the cabinet in the room the captives occupied.

  When the room first filled the screen, Ayden felt an involuntary shiver, remembering his time in the cold, barren room when he first arrived on Six Masters Island. While the two men waited for the women to appear on the monitor, Ayden thought back to when he had been abducted. Involuntary memories surfaced of a time when he was ‘Steve’.

  Steve and his fiancée Angela were juniors in college in Washington and were planning on getting married after graduation. Angie was supplementing her waitress funds by doing local modeling on the side. The pretty blonde knew she lacked the emaciated looks and discipline to make modeling a career, but she was fine for the local ads in the area. She answered a classified to model for a clothing store.

  Usually, she went alone on the interviews, but Steve had the day off from classes and decided to go with her so they could spend the rest of the afternoon together when she was through. Their old sedan pulled up the driveway of a somewhat secluded estate. “Man, this outfit’s got money. I wonder how much they’ll pay?” Angie was already convinced she would get the job, and the couple stared at the huge brick house as they walked up to the door.

  After briefly waiting in the foyer, they were led to an office. Chayton had seen the man through the front door video and was instantly attracted. It would mean passing on the woman, but if she were brought to the island he would never get them completely separated. Chayton called Devon, a slave trader from a neighboring island, and offered the attractive blonde to him for free. The jet would drop her off on the way home.

  Chayton studied the couple nervously glancing around the mock interview office. The man was about five foot eight with curly blonde hair, and his innocent blue eyes darted around the room while he unconsciously licked his full lips. His muscles were defined by youth, not intensive workout. Chayton was rubbing his swelling cock. “Screw it. Let’s take them,” he ordered. Chayton led as Helo and Arturo followed to the office with the manacles.

  Angie and Steve sat excitedly in the office of the mansion. After a few minutes, the door behind them opened and the couple turned in their chairs. Chayton smiled at the bewildered expression on their faces as Helo and Arturo entered the room in their slave garb, holding manacles. Arturo quickly grabbed the hand Angela had resting on the back of the chair. She froze in shock and it did not take long to capture the other wrist.

  Steve began to stand up and Helo grabbed him by the waist. He wrestled him onto his stomach and they landed on the carpet by Chayton’s feet. With his knee in the middle of the small man’s back, he was contained easily. From his restrained position on the floor, Steve saw the fierce, large man in
leather standing over him. The man ignored Angela completely as he knelt down by Steve and his big hand gently brushed his bangs back. Chayton’s piercing dark gaze stared into Steve’s crystal blue eyes. “My, aren’t you a pretty boy.” The man’s deep voice reverberated in Steve’s brain. Steve screamed in terror and his bladder let go.

  The big man stared at the spreading wetness on the carpet, and then looked back at Steve and smiled. “Don’t worry, my little man. I’ll have you housetrained soon.” Steve started crying, too scared to beg or scream. Somewhere across the room he heard Angie’s muffled sobs while he watched as the big man filled a syringe from the desk. Steve felt it jab through his jeans into his thigh and then everything went black.

  He woke up later on a small plane as it landed, bumping him to consciousness. He was still in his soiled jeans. Now dry, he realized he must have been sleeping in the drugged haze for hours. His hands were tied behind his back and he had on a seatbelt. Another strap secured his neck to the headrest and a leather plug was strapped in his mouth. His eyes began to fill up again and his peripheral vision caught the movement of someone approaching. If Steve had any liquid left, he would have pissed himself again as the big man leaned down to him. The man’s long black hair swung forward touching Steve’s stomach as he wiped tears off the terrified captive’s cheek with his thumb.

  “There, there now. Such a fuss. We’re just dropping off that blonde trash you were with. Although, I suppose I should thank her for bringing you to me,” he smiled.

  The big man left the plane for a few minutes. He boarded again and came back to Steve. He removed the neck binding and used his hands to turn Steve’s head towards the window. “Bye-bye, Angela,” he chuckled. Steve moaned as he saw Angela led by the big black man onto the tarmac. Another imposing man waited there and fastened a collar around Angie’s neck, hooked a leash through a loop on the front of the collar and started dragging her away. Steve struggled as he watched her trying to fight and pull on the leash while she looked back at the jet.

  “That’s Master Devon, one of our off-island traders. He keeps a few favorite slaves for personal use and prepares the rest for our brothels in South America and Russia. We have to keep supplying him, as the slaves just don’t last long after they’re shipped out. Now, as long as you’re a good boy,” the man stroked the thigh of Steve’s dried, soiled jeans, “she can stay here in relative comfort. Don’t you think that’s best?”

  Chayton could hear and feel the frightened man’s wracking sobs as he nodded miserably. “That’s my good boy. You and I are going to be very happy. I think I will name you Ayden. A pretty name for my pretty new little man.” With that, the big man kissed Steve, now forever Ayden, on the forehead and left him to his suffering until the jet landed him in his new life an hour later.

  Steve was terrified and did not realize there were four other unhappy, frightened women on the jet. They were all led to the induction room and given water.

  Ayden looked back at the screen, watching Sandi still trying to struggle within the confines of the cage. Chayton sneered at the monitor. “She’s going to be more trouble that she’s worth. I’ll figure out something special for her.”

  Chayton pressed a button on the desk. Helo saw the light on the camera blink, and walked back to the cabinet and leaned down to a small speaker on one of the shelves. “Strip them and let them use the bucket, then re-bind their hands, gag and cage them. When you’re through, turn out the lights and lock the door and everyone come to my office.” Helo glanced up at the camera and gave a slight nod, letting his Master know he understood.

  “We’ll do the blonde bitch in the cage first,” Helo said. Lindsey shook as Terrant pulled her up by her arm and led her to the wall across from the hose. Her teammates were lined up next to her, and Ramone, Brazil and Terrant stood in front of them while Arturo and Diablo walked over to Sandi. Helo continued to block the door. Lindsey trembled when Sandi tried to kick and shrink back towards the wall, and Diablo and Arturo each grabbed an ankle and dragged her out. Becka groaned and opened her mouth to protest the rough treatment of her friend, but Helo held up the gag and she closed her lips.

  Sandi’s ruined face resembled the rest of her friends’ as makeup smeared down her cheeks and ran under her chin. The skinny girl shook violently when Diablo and Arturo each grabbed a bound arm and pulled her to the center of the room. Helo stepped forward and gripped her chin, lifting her face and forcing her to look at the hook hanging from the ceiling. “You are going to do exactly what I tell you to do or you will be spending the night hanging from that hook. Nod if you understand.”

  Sandi made a muffled sob and nodded. Helo continued with his instructions. “After your wrist-binding is removed, you will strip and put all your clothes on the floor over there, then go to the corner and relieve yourself in the bucket.” Helo pointed to the corner. “When you are finished, return to your cage and kneel. Do this without any problems and I will remove your gag and give you some water. Nod if you understand.” Sandi started crying again but nodded.

  She began rubbing her wrists as soon as Diablo untied them. “Strip!” he ordered, and Sandi pulled off her torn spandex top while tears streamed down her face faster than ever. She looked up miserably at Diablo, pleading with him, but he seemed to look right through her. She turned back to face Helo’s glare as she reached behind her to remove her bra and then tossed it on top of her shirt.

  Her tiny pink nipples tipped small white breasts and hardened in the cold air. Helo looked down as she started removing her jeans, and he felt an unexpected stirring that confused him. He was gay before he ever came to the island, and was mildly amused that this thin woman seemed to arouse him.

  Sandi stood naked, shaking and miserable in the middle of the concrete room. Bruises were forming on her thin legs where they had contacted the steel bars of the cage when they dragged her out. She was terrified and forgot what she was supposed to do next, so she chanced a look at the big black man. His eyes were fixed on her and he was gazing at her tiny tits and the small apex at the top of her thighs. Diablo grabbed her wrists and re-tied them behind her back while Sandi continued to stare at Helo. She thought she saw a flicker of desire in his eyes and it scared the hell out of her. His eyes rose slowly to her face and his deep voice boomed, “The bucket.”

  Sandi awkwardly straddled the bucket and closed her eyes, humiliated at the sound of water hitting on the metal bottom. Ramone helped her stand and guided her back to the cage, pushing on her shoulders until she was kneeling on the cold floor. Terrant filled one of the bowls with water from the hose and placed it in front of her, and she felt him reach behind her head. Sandi heard the tear of the Velcro as her gag was loosened and removed. She looked over at her friends’ frightened faces and began crying harder as she bent over and began to drink.

  One at a time, the sobbing girls were pulled to the center of the room where Diablo untied their wrists and they reluctantly stripped. Ramone stood by the bucket, assisting the embarrassed young women as they relieved themselves and handed them off to Brazil to re-gag and put them in their cages, locking the metal doors behind them. Sandi finished the water and was likewise gagged and caged.

  When all the girls were locked in, the light was turned off and the heavy wooden door slammed shut and was locked. The girls started a nighttime of muffled wailing and sobs with infrequent, exhaustive sleep.

  Looking at the monitor through the night vision lens and listening to the young women, Chayton smiled at their despair. There was a knock on the door. “Come in.” He faced his slaves. “You did well, boys.”

  “Thank you, Master.” All the men answered, visibly relieved there would be no punishment. They had enjoyed the brief trip to the mainland. No one thought of escape because any one of the others could turn on them to gain the Master’s favor.

  “Brazil, you actually made me laugh,” Chayton chuckled and Brazil smiled with relief that the Master was satisfied with his role. “Ramone, you will spend the nigh
t with Brazil and express my appreciation for his performance.” Chayton knew the two men were becoming attached, and the murmured acknowledgement from Ramone was edged with excitement.

  “Everyone, relax by the pool for the rest of the day.” The men were thrilled with the unexpected reward. “Helo, stay for a moment.” The rest of the slaves bowed to Chayton and left the office. A few minutes later, Chayton saw them tossing their coverings on the patio chairs and diving into the pool, laughing and splashing.

  When he turned around, he saw Helo studying the monitor. He looked to see what the man was staring at so intently. The girls were shifting uncomfortably with their knees bent and their hands secured behind them. Danni and Lindsey had backed up to their adjoining bars and were holding hands. Sandi had managed to work her long arms beneath her slim hips and was back in the corner of her cage with her hands reaching up between her ass cheeks, her fingers working the glistening juices between thighs. Chayton looked back at Helo’s mesmerized gaze. “You like the skinny girl?”

  “I’m confused, Master, but I think I do.” Helo knew that lying to the Master was out of the question, even if it meant facing the whip.

  “You’ve been with me a long time, Helo,” Chayton began.

  “Yes, Master.” Helo was becoming apprehensive because he knew slaves who became too comfortable with their situations, were sometimes sold off. He wracked his brain, trying to think of something he might have done to upset his Master, nervously coming up with no answer. He had been captured at least ten years ago and had spent the last six with Chayton, and he liked his position. He was the unofficial leader of the male slaves, even if no one had actually been named as Bastille’s replacement, and he enjoyed helping to train the women as well.

  “Ah, I see that mind of yours working. No, Helo, I’m not selling you,” Chayton smiled as the big slave visibly relaxed. Chayton asked curiously, “If I released you, where would you go?”

  Helo sounded fearful as he begged, “Please Master, no. I’m sorry.” Living on Chayton’s estate had been the most secure environment Helo had ever experienced, and he was panicked at the thought of leaving.