Six Masters Island - Chaytons Twins

by Candace Smith

  “Yes, Master.” The man spoke in a soft voice. “Out of the choices you gave me, I like Alyssa.”

  “That was a favorite of mine, too.” The Master gave Ayden a light squeeze, and Lindsey was surprised at the fierce man’s obvious affection for him. Chayton smiled. “Both my personal slaves’ names will begin with an ‘A’. I like symmetry.”

  Lindsey panicked as she realized Sandi and she were to become personal property of Helo or the Master. Neither prospect was comforting, and as she slowly backed up further in her cell she noticed Sandi began backing up as well.

  “I suppose you could use the rest of the day free to play with your new pet, Helo?” Chayton suggested.

  “Yes, Master, if it pleases you, I would like to start her training. I invited Terrant to help so he wouldn’t feel left out. Brazil and Ramone won’t be interested,” Helo added.

  “That was generous, Helo. I think the slaves will enjoy your leadership. You may collect your slave,” the Master ordered.

  Lindsey stared at Helo with wide eyes to see which cage he would approach. Although either situation was frightening, when he went over to Sandi, Lindsey began to tremble uncontrollably. She watched as his strong black arms reached to the back of Sandi’s cage. “Come now, Rene. Do not cause a scene in front of the Master.” Lindsey saw the soft expression on the big man’s face and Sandi started crying as she reluctantly crawled out to him.

  Lindsey looked up at the Master. No. Oh, no. I can’t do this, she thought frantically and tried to move back into the wall. Helo was leaving the room with Sandi, now Rene, cuffed, collared and gagged, following behind at the end of a leash. Lindsey watched as they walked down the hall and saw Sandi digging in her heels and screaming behind the gag as they headed up the stairs, leaving her alone with the Master and Ayden. She flattened herself further against the back of the cage, curling her legs under her trying to blend into the back wall and disappear.

  The Master leaned down and whispered something to Ayden, then he handed him the cuffs, collar and leash, kissed him on the forehead and left the room. Ayden came over and sat down in front of Lindsey’s cage and waited patiently until she stopped shaking and her hysterical sobs died down.

  “I’m Ayden. When I got to the island, I was scared, too.” Ayden’s voice was gentle and soft. “You can’t imagine what it was like being the only man surrounded by four frightened women. I was as afraid as they were.” He looked down at the cuffs in his lap. “A part of me wanted to be a man and protect them, but I knew I couldn’t do anything, and it embarrassed me terribly.” His raised his eyes and looked at her. “I screamed when I learned I was to be the Master’s personal pet. I think I might have even fainted. I had never even considered a relationship with another man, much less someone as intimidating as Master Chayton.”

  Ayden was pleased that Alyssa seemed to be listening and calming down. “Please come with me, Alyssa. Master Chayton is giving me the rest of the morning to show you around and teach you some of the rules. I’ll show you our room and you can wash up. Then, I can give you something to wear and we can have lunch by the pool.”

  Lindsey knew she would eventually have to leave the cage, and her hunger and the thought of clothes had her slowly moving forward. Ayden unlocked the metal door, reaching for her ankle and she jerked back. “You have to wear these. We all do.” He ran his fingers gently over his own cuffed ankle. “You’ll get used to them. You’ll feel naked without them.” He grinned, glancing shyly at her nude body.

  Lindsey tried to control her trembling as she slowly unfurled her legs and let him cuff her. She scooted the rest of the way out, and let him untie her wrists and cuff them again behind her back. “I love your hair.” He stroked its tangled length and pulled it to one side as he put the collar on her. When he got ready to clip on the leash, she balked.

  “It’s the rules until the Master says otherwise. All new acquisitions have to be leashed. I’m sorry.” He really did look unhappy, Lindsey thought.

  Ayden stared deep into her frightened green eyes. “You can’t be Lindsey anymore, never again. You’re Alyssa, now. I was Steve once. Now, Steve is dead. They take our names away so we remember we belong to the island and our other life is gone.” Lindsey shivered.

  “Come on. Let’s go upstairs and get you washed up, then we can have lunch.” Ayden stood up and reached his hand down to help her up. Her leg cramped and buckled and Ayden’s hands immediately found the knot and began rubbing and massaging the pain. Ayden lifted her leg and stretched it and she became very aware of being naked while he loosened the cramp. His hands were surprisingly strong and he seemed to be well practiced in what he was doing. “Is that better? Try to put some weight on it.”

  Lindsey lowered her leg and slowly took a step while Ayden looked at the floor, hiding his happiness at easing his new female’s pain. He knew this was the first of many times he would be helping her. Ayden smiled at the camera in the corner, knowing the Master was watching him.

  Chayton sat in his office observing Ayden and Alyssa, making sure she understood Ayden meant comfort for her. It looked like she was already beginning to bond with him and it pleased him. He had anticipated her need to have someone guide her when her friends were removed, and he knew this would make the afternoon and evening easier.

  As the couple walked down the hall towards the staircase, Lindsey began getting nervous about her nakedness. She was conservative by nature and Ayden sensed her distress as she started to slow down, dragging behind him. He could see her slight movements to try to cover herself as she swung her long hair over her breasts. They stopped and he put an arm around her. “Alyssa, calm down. It’s no big deal to be naked around here and I’m taking you to our room first.”

  Lindsey’s eyes filled with tears again as she saw no alternative but to follow him up the stairs. They opened up into a huge, shiny chrome kitchen. Ayden led her through the dining room with a table that sat twelve people and she noticed several large pillows stacked between a china cabinet and a buffet. Most of the house was decorated in black and white, and the furniture all seemed to be heavy and made of wood. Black marble tiled floors were covered with thick rugs in the different rooms they passed.

  They walked down a long hall with several doors, and at the second room from the end, Ayden stopped. “The Master’s room is next door, but there’s a door that joins our room from the inside.” The thought made Lindsey shiver.

  Ayden held the door open and Lindsey entered a large room that was done in light blues and greens. There was wall-to-wall carpet in this room and her feet sank down half an inch. A window seat looked out over the back yard, pool and airstrip. The queen size bed had end tables on either side and on the wall by the door stood a large, low dresser with a mirror and a closet. “That door joins the Master’s chamber.” Ayden pointed to a door that was on the same wall as the bed. “The bathroom is over here.” There was an archway with no door.

  Lindsey walked into the bathroom and her eyes widened. It was almost as large as the bedroom. There was a huge Jacuzzi tub on the wall with the windows, and double sinks with mirrors lined most of the wall across from the tub. At the end of the room was a black marble walk-in shower with seats built into the wall that had no door or curtain. At the end of the sink cabinet, next to the shower, was the toilet. Ayden must have noticed her glance at it.

  He leaned down, unclipped the leash, freed her wrists and removed the gag. “The towels are in the closet next to the shower, and you’ll find a toothbrush in the top drawer under the sink. I’ll wait out here for you.” Ayden walked back into the bedroom.

  Lindsey nervously followed him back into the other room. “Should I take these off?” She held up her cuffed hands.

  It was the first time she had spoken to him, and Ayden almost sighed at her soft voice. “No, only Master Chayton can remove them,” Ayden informed her.

  Lindsey silently walked back into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Feeling terrified and confused, the promise o
f clothing and something to eat were things she could relate to. While she showered, she thought of the man in the other room. It was hard to imagine he was also kidnapped, because he seemed so comfortable with the formidable Master.

  Rinsing her long hair, she let her mind wander. There was no doubt she was abducted for sex, and she wondered if she was to belong to Ayden. He was handsome in a boyish way, and certainly was not as frightening as the Master. Lindsey trembled, and thought, Please don’t let it be him.

  As soon as Ayden heard the water, he slipped into his Master’s room. Chayton was laying back on the bed reading the profile Paulo had sent him on Lindsey. He looked up as Ayden came running up to him, dropping to his knees by his side. “Master, did you hear?” Ayden’s blue eyes had the glassy shine Chayton recognized as passion and excitement.

  Chayton smiled and stroked his head. “You’re doing very well, Ayden. You’re keeping her calm and I can tell she’s already starting to depend on you to keep her safe. That’s just what we need,” Chayton praised his exuberant lover. “Keep in mind, she’s in shock right now and without warning she may rebel. Make sure you keep her leashed.”

  “I think she likes me, Master. I can’t wait to tell her about you.” Ayden’s wide smile pleased Chayton.

  “Don’t rush that Ayden. She’s still very afraid and you need to keep her feelings under control. You better get back in there before she finds you missing.”

  “Yes, Master.” Ayden stood. He leaned down and gave Chayton a quick kiss before he dashed happily back to his room.

  Lindsey came out of the bathroom about twenty minutes later with a fluffy towel wrapped around her. Ayden was sitting on the window seat. “Feel better?”

  “Yes, thanks,” she said softly.

  There was a short, dark blue dress on the bed made out of a slinky material and had thin straps that tied at one shoulder. “Master Chayton had them bring these over this morning. There are different colors in the dresser.” Ayden watched her lift the dress and frown. “Before you ask, no. There’s nothing else for you to wear.” Ayden looked down.

  Lindsey put the short dress on and tugged at the hem. It barely covered her bottom and she felt extremely self-conscious. She looked at herself in the dresser mirror and said uneasily, “I guess it’s better than being naked.”

  “Can I brush your hair, Alyssa? I’d really like to.” Lindsey noticed he had a flat, square brush in his hand. She walked over to the window seat and sat down, looking out onto the pool and the back yard, while Ayden worked the knots out of her hair. When he finished, he leaned forward and embraced her, gently placing a kiss on her neck. “Thank you for being here.”

  Lindsey was confused. How could she be upset with this man when he was as much a victim as she was? At least she had someone to talk to, and if he was the Master’s pet maybe he could keep her safe. He seemed to be content with his situation.

  Ayden reattached the leash and led Lindsey back through the house to the previously empty kitchen. A young woman dressed in a lavender slave dress was helping an older woman wearing a blouse and long skirt, prepare food. “Esther, Alyssa and I will have our lunch on the patio,” Ayden told the cook.

  “Yes, sir,” the older woman replied.

  “When the cook and the serving girl are in the kitchen, we’re supposed to stay out,” Ayden explained to Lindsey.

  “Are we allowed to just walk around?” Lindsey asked.

  “The male slaves are, unless they’re being punished. I usually stay with the Master, and you have to stay either with him or me, depending on his orders. It’s not safe for the women to walk around by themselves,” Ayden said.

  Lindsey decided not to pursue what was unsafe, as she considered the Master the most unsafe person she had met so far. It was becoming clear that Ayden had a close relationship with the imposing man.

  Ayden guided her to a table with an umbrella and barstools, and began to tie her leash to a hook under the table. “Is that really necessary? There‘s no place for me to go, Ayden.” Lindsey hated being led around like a dog.

  Chayton had been listening to the pair through a small microphone on Ayden’s collar. The bonding was going well, but Ayden was obviously uncomfortable with authority and teaching her the rules. He picked up the phone and dialed the kitchen. “I’ll be out by the pool.”

  Lindsey was still arguing quietly with Ayden about tying her off to the table when she heard the glass doors open and saw the Master heading towards them. She immediately began shaking as he approached.

  Chayton took the leash from Ayden and, staring directly at Lindsey, he clipped it to the table. “You will be punished if you disobey Ayden,” he said calmly and sat down next to her. Ayden sat on his other side.

  Lindsey faced the table and squeezed her eyes shut, willing the big man to go away. “Ayden, keep track during lunch. She has one punishment coming.”

  Lindsey’s teeth chattered in fear.

  “Yes, Master. Should I tell her why?”

  “Yes.” Chayton took hold of Lindsey’s chin and turned her to face Ayden. “Open your eyes,” he demanded. Lindsey looked miserably at Ayden. “Ayden, that’s two.” Lindsey jerked at his voice and her eyes began filling with tears. Chayton found himself undeniably aroused by her despair.

  “Yes, Master. Alyssa, when the Master speaks to you, you must acknowledge him. Unless directed by him otherwise, you answer ‘Yes, Master’.” Ayden studied her, trying to plead her compliance.

  “You were told this before we landed,” the Master reminded her. Lindsey was so scared on the plane she could not remember what he had told them. She was trying to remember his warnings when he said, “Three,” and she flinched.

  Ayden was getting distressed, and looked at Alyssa’s rapidly filling eyes. “Yes, Master,” Ayden replied. Lindsey finally figured out she had to answer the big man when he spoke to her.

  The servant girl rolled a cart over to their table. She put utensils and a napkin in front of Chayton. Lindsey watched silently as the girl filled a glass with lemonade and placed a plate with herbed salmon, potatoes, green beans and a small salad in front of him. She repeated the procedure with Ayden and finally Lindsey.

  Lindsey looked up at Ayden, not sure if it was all right to start eating, and she was afraid of earning another punishment. She certainly did not want to look at the Master. Chayton watched her quietly, pleased that she was trusting Ayden to guide her. Ayden gave her a little nod and Lindsey quietly started filling her empty stomach.

  “What have you taught her?” the Master asked Ayden. Ayden squirmed uncomfortably because he knew his Master had been listening. He had been told he was doing a good job earlier. When he thought about it now, he realized he really had not shown her much. “Does she know her positions? Does she know commands?”

  Ayden looked at the table. “I’m sorry, Master. I was trying to calm her down.”

  “What did I direct you to do?” Chayton pushed.

  “You told me to teach her the rules, Master. I disobeyed.” Ayden was clearly upset and Lindsey was feeling oddly guilty for putting him in this situation. “Master, I’m having a difficult time. She looks so scared.”

  “So you dared to disobey me? You can see for yourself she’ll take advantage of you,” the big man thundered, nodding towards the leash. “Go to your room and wait for me.” Lindsey saw the fear and pain cross Ayden’s soft features.

  “Yes, Master.” He quickly rose and headed towards the house, leaving Lindsey with the terrifying Indian.

  “How many punishments have you earned?” the Master asked her.

  Lindsey stared silently at her empty plate. She wanted Ayden to come back and this big man to go away. Chayton slammed his fist down, rattling the plates. Lindsey bolted back from her chair getting ready to run, when the leash snapped her head back.

  Chayton stood up, unhooked her leash and headed towards the house. Lindsey felt the pull on her collar and tried to set her heels on the smooth patio tiles. Chayton dragged her
along, paying no attention to her struggle. Lindsey panicked and dropped to the ground, trying to grab onto furniture and anything else she could get hold of. Chayton kept walking and dragging her. She was crying and started screaming. “No, let me go!” He stopped.

  Chayton turned, reached down and lifted her by the collar. Leaning over, he glared into her eyes and Lindsey was shocked into silence. He turned back towards the house and continued to force her to follow him, the leash swinging freely between her breasts while his hand continued to grip the front of her collar. He pulled her through the dining room and the kitchen where Lindsey caught a brief glimpse of the serving girl’s frightened expression. Chayton headed downstairs to the basement. When they reached the first door, he pulled it open and threw her inside. Lindsey skidded across the smooth cement on her hands and knees as she heard the door slam shut behind her.

  She scampered across the floor and felt his hand around her ankle pulling her back. Terrified and sobbing, she turned around and tried to pry him loose with her small shaking hands. He pulled her back to the middle of the room and held her there by her ankle. Eventually, she stopped trying to remove his hand. It was useless. His fingers reached completely around her ankle over the cuff and she leaned back on her arms in exhaustion. They stayed that way for a long time until she had cried herself out. Sniffling, she cautiously looked up at him.

  His black eyes were staring at her, and his long hair was hanging down almost to the floor in his bent position. “How many punishments have you earned?”

  Lindsey silently stared at the fierce man. He grabbed her collar again and hoisted her to her toes, leading her towards a wooden pole embedded in the floor by the wall. There was a heavy chain with a hook on the end of it hanging from another hook set high in the post. Two eyebolts were set in the floor about two feet apart with short chains and hooks on the ends of them as well.