Six Masters Island - Chaytons Twins

by Candace Smith

  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.

  CHAPTER V. PRETTY PONIES

  When Antonio, Arturo and Diablo led the frightened girls to the stables, Denny was waiting for Constantine. Antonio called over, “Denny, let me know if your Master desires further training for you.”

  “Yes, trainer. Thank you,” Denny replied excitedly. He wanted to get back to his own estate and start re-working some of his Master’s ponies. He had learned fascinating techniques from Antonio.

  Paige, Danielle and Becka looked nervously around. There were treadmills and exercise machines mixed in with leather harnesses and other equine equipment. It made no sense to them. Antonio was talking quietly to Arturo and Diablo and the girls could not hear what they were saying. Behind them, they heard the clopping of a horse on the road.

  The men stopped talking, and the girls saw them tighten their hold on the leashes. They walked around the girls, causing them to turn and face the stable entrance where they heard the horse coming to a stop. The girls looked up, curious to see another Master. They looked briefly at Constantine, did a double-take at the horse, and all three screamed behind their gags. It was not a horse. It was a woman in a horribly binding harness pulling the cart. Her head was covered by a colorful mask with reins coming out of the material near her mouth.

  Looking wildly at the equipment in the stable, the conversations in the basement were making terrifying sense to the women now. Constantine was climbing down from the cart and walking towards them as the girls started pulling away and thrashing, kicking out at the men holding them captive. Constantine correctly noted which was the dominant mare and walked straight up to Becka. He reached out and pinched the tip of her nipple, twisting viciously until she dropped to her knees and stopped moving, pleading with her eyes for him to stop the pain.

  The other two girls stood still immediately. “Bad girl! That’s enough out of you.” Constantine looked down at Becka’s tearful eyes. “Be still.” Becka’s muffled wailing stopped, and Constantine released the captured nipple. He walked around Paige and whistled. “Wow. Aren’t you a pretty, pretty. Racer?” he asked Antonio.

  “Yes. My personal project,” Antonio said proudly.

  “What about these two?” Constantine glanced briefly at Danielle.

  Looking down at Becka, Antonio informed him, “We’re going to see what muscle develops on this one, but I think she can race.” Nodding towards Danielle, he continued, “We’re training this one for pleasure. Chayton’s not sure if he’ll keep her or send her to auction.” Antonio watched Constantine re-examine Danielle.

  “Oh, fake titties, too bad. She’s got better length than that one,” Constantine nodded towards Becka. He reached out and weighed one of Danielle’s breasts in his hand and made a brief study of the pony he might purchase in the future. “She’s got a good look to her. Keep me appraised of her progress and if it looks like she’ll be available. I’d like to have a pony trained by the great Antonio in my stable.”

  Antonio was proud of his reputation. “I certainly will, Master. If you desire further ins
truction for Denny, please send him back.” Denny was already leashed to the back of the waiting cart.

  “Thank you. If I collect a pony in Italy, I may ask you to let Denny train her here. I’d like to have a decent showing in dressage next spring,” Constantine smiled.

  “Absolutely. Keep me informed, Master.” Antonio watched his ponies’ astonished faces as Constantine climbed back in the cart, lightly snapped the reins and the pony woman trotted off with Denny happily ambling behind.

  “Let’s get our fillies tied off for initial fitting.” Arturo and Diablo followed Antonio down the cement walk between the open stalls. Becka looked miserably at the small square rooms with wooden walls, a table, hose, bucket and hay floor as they walked by them. When they got to the end, it opened up to a large room filled with mysterious equipment and trappings. Antonio tied Paige’s leash to one of the six posts against the back wall. Arturo and Diablo watched Antonio’s example and tied off their ponies. He got two more crops from a table and handed them to the apprentice trainers.

  “My plan is to convince the Master to keep both of you here. Diablo, you have a mean streak and I think you’ll make a good racing apprentice. Becka will need your heavy hand,” Antonio explained.

  “Arturo, dressage requires finesse and I see those qualities in you. If we can produce a winner, the Master will be apt to let you stay here training future ponies for that event.”

  “Thank you, trainer. I’d like that.” Arturo grinned.

  “We have a common goal, then. Obviously, you will train this one,” Antonio indicated Danielle. “She will need a breast harness when we start event training. We can’t risk rupture. Let’s train this mare into a pony the Master decides to keep.”

  “Yes sir, trainer.” Arturo was determined to produce the desired results. Danielle was miserable, and in her mind could see her ex-husband gloating at the embarrassment she was subject to over the doubled assets she conned him into paying for. She understood if she performed well for these men, she might be able to stay with Becka and Paige.

  “We are going to be working hard over the next few months, boys. The first few weeks we’ll train together. Once we have the ponies initiated, Arturo, I’ll help you with that one. Diablo, our racers will follow the same program. I’ll have you put in extra exercise time with this one to firm her up.” Antonio tapped Becka on the thigh. “Now, what will we name these mares? Arturo?”

  Arturo studied Danielle. She seemed to always have tears in her eyes but they rarely spilled down her cheeks. He decided on a gentle name to further remind his Master she was for pleasure and not racing. “Misty, trainer.”

  Antonio appreciated the thought Arturo put into his answer. “Good choice, Arturo. Diablo?”

  Diablo spent a long time studying Becka. She had a strong will and he did not want a name that would encourage her independence. He also worried that she could not transform for racing. She needed something a little more generic he decided. He studied her and his eyes focused on her hair and pussy. “Copper,” he said triumphantly.

  “Diablo, that’s perfect. The name points out her obvious unique trait,” Antonio approved. Diablo smiled, white teeth gleaming handsomely against his tanned skin.

  Antonio walked around Paige. He had great hopes for this one. She was cute, with her short brown bob and large eyes. She had an innocent look he was determined to keep. “Pretty Baby.” Antonio walked over to the desk in the corner and wrote their names on a form for Chayton. He took three clipboards and handed one to each of the apprentices. “Their names are at the top. Fill in my name next to stable master, then yours next to trainer. Write a brief description of your pony on the next line. Under that we will be filling in their initial measurements and results.”

  While the men were busy writing, the three frightened ‘ponies’ glanced at each other nervously. A few minutes later, Antonio put his board down, waiting for Arturo and Diablo to finish. He walked behind Paige and her eyes widened in fright. She felt him untying her hands. “Easy girl. That’s my Pretty Baby.”

  Paige let her hands drop to her sides, nervously clenching and unclenching her fists. This is madness, she thought in disbelief.

  The stocky man tied her hands in front of her and she shuffled her feet. “That’s my Pretty Baby. Nice and calm.” She was confused by his lulling soft words and the absurdity of his actions. He raised her arms and hooked them high over her head on the pole. The man disappeared behind her and she heard heavy metal clanging as her arms were raised even higher, until her toes were barely touching the ground.

  “Diablo, get Copper raised.” Antonio stood beside him watching the man work. Becka started to struggle when her hands were untied and Diablo raised the crop to strike her.

  “No, Diablo, not yet,” Antonio spoke softly. He walked up to the leashed girl and embraced her, pinning her arms to her sides. Becka was astounded by his strength. Antonio rested his head on top of hers and started gently stroking her back. “Calm down, our spirited Copper. You save all this for the track,” he said quietly. “Diablo, you have to talk softly and don’t threaten. Remember your new mare is scared and she needs to learn to trust you. A lot of her actions will be survival reflex. We don’t want to crush her spirit. You need to teach her to apply it correctly.”

  “Yes, trainer. I’ll remember.” Diablo gave Becka a steely glance that Antonio missed. He did feel her quiver in his embrace. Immobilized, she quit fighting. She whined through her gag as Diablo finished securing her and raising her to her toes.

  Antonio walked over to Arturo. The blonde man smiled at Danni. “Hello, Misty. You and I are going to work real hard so we can please the Master. You want to stay here, don’t you?” Arturo’s smiling blue eyes searched hers. Her shoulders slumped and she nodded quietly, tears still threatening to spill. “Good girl, Misty. We’ll work real hard to help you stay here, okay?” She nodded again and allowed him to position her like her friends.

  Antonio called the two men out of the hearing range of the ponies. “Very good, Arturo. Use her fear of being shipped out. Remind her quietly when she balks and I think she’ll do fine. It’s easier with her wanting to please. Diablo, Copper is going to test you. You need to keep calm and steady with her. Guide her firmly, but brook no argument. Do not beat her. A broken pony will not put her heart into the race. You need to make her want to do this.”

  “Yes, trainer. If she keeps fighting me, how do I correct her?” Diablo asked.

  “You saw Master Constantine quiet her?” Antonio asked. Diablo nodded.

  “Twist the end of her nipple or her pussy lips hard. Let her work through the pain until you’re sure she’s listening to you before you release her. Immediately correct her again, over and over until she complies with your order. That will work to start.”

  “Yes, trainer.” Diablo’s eyes gleamed at the prospect of torture. Antonio smiled in acknowledgement of their shared sadistic streak.

  The morning was spent measuring heads, mouths, breasts, shoulders, waists, hips, legs, on and on. Everything was carefully recorded on the clipboards. The girls’ arms were aching with the strain. Antonio pulled a stool in front of Paige and sat down. He lifted one of her feet, causing more pain to her arms and remaining toes. He ran a finger down the underside of her foot and she reflexively arched. Antonio noted the response. He held her foot and pushed her toes into a further arch, and she groaned. He dropped her foot, wrote on the clipboard and repeated the procedure with each foot of all the other ponies.

  “Okay, let’s get them stalled, watered and fed. Show them kneeling rest, hands to the back instead of the front. Ponies don’t need to know the full positions and I’ll let you know which poses they need to learn as they’re required. Of course, there will be special positions unique to ponies. We’ll take a short lunch break and discuss our findings,” Antonio announced. The girls were finally on the ground again, dismayed that their hands were retied behind their backs.

  They were led down the hall and put into three
adjoining stalls, Danni in the middle. Antonio figured her acceptance might rub off on the other two mares and he did not want Paige to be distracted by Becka’s interference. Paige was led over to the far wall and her leash clipped to a bolt. “Kneeling rest, Pretty Baby.” His muscled arm pushed her shoulders down. “Roll your toes under and put that cute fanny on your heels.” He used his hands to straighten her and pulled her head up. “Eyes down. This is the position you assume when a trainer or the Master comes into your stall. You will be directed when you can move out of this pose.”

  Antonio took a bowl off the table, filled it with water from the hose and placed it on the floor in front of her. Paige heard someone else enter the stall. She kept her eyes lowered as another bowl was placed next to the water. It had something resembling oatmeal in it and her stomach rumbled with hunger. “Eyes up.” Paige looked up and watched Antonio walk over to the wall. He brought back a gag with a circle of rubber in the middle of it and Paige moaned. “I’m going to remove your gag so you can eat. You will not speak. If you speak I will put this ring gag on you and you can try to eat around it. Do you understand?” Paige trembled and nodded her head.

  Antonio replaced her leash with a longer one. “You’re free to walk around the stall until I return. I expect you kneeling when I approach the door.” The trainer removed her gag and left the scared girl. She quietly lapped the water, listening to Danni’s sniffles. Tentatively, she tested the food. It tasted like unsweetened oatmeal, bland and pasty, but her empty stomach was cramping and she finished the mash. She cautiously studied the doorway and scurried over to the bucket. Awkwardly straddling the metal, she peed, and then went back to studying her room.

  She shivered at the restraints on the wooden table. Cut into the concrete, there was a trench-like drain leading to the outside. A hose was coiled on the wall supplied by a pipe in the ceiling, and there were brushes and combs on a high shelf next to the faucet.