Six Masters Island - Chaytons Twins

by Candace Smith

  She realized with her hands bound behind her she could not reach anything. It started to sink in that she would be entirely dependent on this madman until he decided to free her hands. The rest of her stall was sparse with nothing of interest to study, so she sat down on the mattress waiting for the trainer to return, considering her miserable circumstances. She thought she heard Becka whispering. Danni whimpered in return and Becka finally gave up.

  Paige had been daydreaming, hatching escape plans in her mind, when she heard the men coming back to the stalls. She reluctantly moved to the kneeling position. “Eyes down, Pretty Baby.” Paige squeezed her eyes shut then looked at the ground. The trainer walked around her, checked that she had eaten and glanced into the bucket. “Stand.” Paige climbed ungracefully to a standing position where she was instructed on the resting stand. Antonio clipped the short leash back on her collar and led her back to the room at the end of the hall.

  The three girls were once again strapped to the posts, but left with their feet flat on the ground. The trainer approached Paige with odd looking boots. The soles towards the heel were at least four inches thick, tapering down to about an inch at the toes. They rose to just below the knee, and buckled with rows of Velcro. Antonio opened the straps of the right boot and held his hand out towards her foot. “Hoof.”

  Paige stood still not believing what he had said. The trainer reached behind her ankle and pinched the tendons running up her leg from her heel. “Ooow,” she whined.

  “Hoof,” he repeated, and Paige lifted her foot, trying desperately to ease the pressure from his grip. He slid her foot into the boot. It fitted perfectly and the sole felt like absorbent cotton. There was a high arch in the foot of the boot. After the trainer secured all the buckles and released her leg, she tested it anxiously on the floor. The boot was shaped so she would be putting all her weight on the balls of her foot, with her toes splayed in front.

  “Hoof.” He pointed to her other foot. Paige grabbed the pole behind her to steady herself as she lifted the other foot. “Good girl,” Antonio praised as he secured the buckles and ran his hand down the boot, releasing her other leg. Paige could feel the stretch down the back of her calves and hoped the dreadful heavy boots would be removed soon.

  Danni was frowning down at her booted feet. “Put your weight on both legs, Misty. Get your balance.” Arturo was stroking Danni’s thighs and checking her knees. She felt herself heat, and was embarrassed that even in these circumstances, she was thinking of the handsome blonde man caressing her leg.

  Becka began acting up again. She discovered how painful and uncomfortable the boots were when he strapped one onto her, and when he ordered her left leg, she refused. “No, I’m not an animal,” she declared, limping back to hide her unshod foot. “You can’t do this to me.”

  Antonio grabbed her jaw, pinching until her mouth opened, then he gripped the piece of skin under her tongue. “No talking! Hoof!” Becka tried to hide her leg and Antonio pinched tighter, causing her to wail in pain. Slowly she held the foot out to Diablo and he secured the other boot, glaring at Copper for once again causing him problems in front of the trainer. Antonio told Diablo at lunch, Copper was going to be difficult and that he would help him get her broken.

  Paige looked beside her and saw Arturo rubbing Dannie’s arm. “Good girl, Misty. Stand nice and quiet. Copper will settle down.” Dannie was looking at Arturo for comfort and Paige could tell she was terrified and about to lose it. In a weird way, she was almost glad that Danni seemed to have drawn the gentlest trainer.

  Antonio brought leather straps with rubber disks over towards Paige. The apprentice trainers picked up similar items. “Bit in first. Other side up, Arturo. This piece goes under the tongue and this behind the front teeth. They won’t be able to bite you.”

  Bite? What the hell is he talking about? Paige turned her head as the trainer approached her with the horrid contraption. “Bit.” Paige pressed the side of her face into the pole. “Bit, Pretty Baby.” She refused to look at him. He gripped her jaw as he had done to Becka and pinched her mouth open. She felt the hard rubber in her mouth as he lifted her tongue over a round bar and worked the ring behind her teeth. When he released her, she tried to force it out of her mouth with her tongue, but could not find any leverage. Antonio left her with the straps hanging down her cheeks and chin while he helped his apprentices.

  Arturo was having problems, but not because Dannie refused to cooperate. She was actually patiently standing with her mouth open, waiting. “You have to put the piece under her tongue first. Once the ring is behind her teeth you won’t have any maneuvering room.” Danni stared at Arturo with her watery eyes, waiting for instruction.

  “You’re a good girl, Misty. Lift up your tongue.” Danni pushed her tongue up to the roof of her mouth. Arturo placed the bar along her lower teeth. She put her tongue down feeling for the bar and Arturo wedged the ring behind her upper teeth. Danni kept exploring the strange rubber gag with her tongue.

  “That’s not uncommon. Eventually, she’ll get used to not being able to rest her tongue, just let her work through it.” Antonio stroked Danni’s cheek. “She really is a sweet little thing. So willing. She may do well with her training.” Danni was relieved. She needed to please these men so she would not be separated from her friends. That thought was more frightening to her than the unnatural position she found herself in.

  Antonio approached Diablo and noticed Copper refusing to cooperate. “Pinch her jaw like I showed you earlier. Bit, Copper, bit,” the trainer coaxed.

  Becka tried to turn away from Diablo, but he easily caught her jaw and squeezed hard. Becka moaned. “Bit,” he ordered.

  “Squeeze harder, Diablo. When she realizes she has to comply to stop the pain, she’ll cooperate.” Antonio stood back with his arms folded over his chest feeling his cock begin to rise.

  Diablo crushed Becka’s jaw. She opened her mouth to scream, and he triumphantly got the bar under her tongue and forced the ring behind her teeth. She was seething with fury when he let go. “Aasterd! Aasterd!” she yelled.

  Diablo looked quizzically at Antonio and the trainer chuckled. “That’s pony speak for bastard.”

  Diablo grinned back at his pony. “That’s right, Copper. Don’t you forget it, either.”

  “These are utility bits.” Antonio explained. “They will stay on until the decision has been made by Master Chayton to add them to his stables or transfer them. Buckle the Velcro behind their head and try not to catch their hair. We don’t need them distracted, and a pretty mane is important. These bits stay on except when the groomers remove them, once in the morning and once at night to brush their teeth. For the first week, you need to stay with the groomers in case they have trouble getting the ponies to accept their bit again.”

  Paige groaned and vowed she would have fought harder if she had known the rubber would remain in her mouth permanently. She could not talk, and the thought of trying to eat was repelling. Her chin was soaked with drool.

  Antonio wiped it with his thumb. “They learn to use the back of their tongue for swallowing. The drooling will stop over the course of about a week, and this still leaves them the ability to suck and lick cock.” Paige’s knees buckled with that comment and she quickly grabbed the post to keep her from falling. “Ah, my little filly, you didn’t think it was all about racing, did you?” Paige looked at him, misery and fright clear in her eyes. “Check your ponies.” Antonio slipped his hands between Paige’s thighs and started stroking her slit, and after a few seconds he smiled at the juices. “Good girl, Pretty Baby.” Paige was flushed down to her aroused nipples.

  The three trainers walked back to the equipment table and came back with long, black leather sleeves. The girls’ arms were lowered and the single sleeve slipped over them. It covered them from just above their elbows to their wrists. Long, wide straps hung from one side, and they were wound around the sleeve and tightened painfully. “Work these straps daily. We need their elbows together.
” Paige shuddered. It felt like her shoulders were being dislocated and she knew she still had at least five inches until her elbows touched. The cuffs were extremely painful. “Just like the bit, the cuffs stay on except during grooming.” Paige let out a little cry and Antonio ignored her.

  “Take a look at this.” Antonio ordered the other men. He held Paige’s collar and stuck a thick finger in the side of her mouth. These holes in the bit are where you attach the reins. The clips are made of rubber as well. Still, you need to be careful not to blister your pony’s mouth by pulling too harshly. It takes quite a while for mouth wounds to heal.” The apprentices nodded gravely. “Okay, let’s try them on the wheel.”

  The men led the girls out of the room. They had to walk slowly with the awkward boots and their arms at such an uncomfortable angle, forcing their chests out. Even Becka quietly followed, concentrating on staying upright with no arms to break a fall. The girls were led to a dirt floored arena and clipped to a big wheel. They were pulled around in a circle as the wheel started slowly turning and after twenty minutes they were all drooling and sobbing. Their arms and legs were straining at the uncomfortable positions they were contorted in. Antonio finally stopped the contraption.

  “Check your ponies and water them.” Antonio came up to Paige. “There, there Pretty Baby.” He squirted some water to the back of her mouth and she choked. “Swallow, girl. Let it hit your tongue and swallow.” Paige did as he instructed and managed a few gulps. The trainer slid the water bottle into his pocket and knelt to check her knees and thighs. “You’re feeling for tight stretch behind the knee, it may be jerking a little. These are new muscles we’re training. If you don’t feel the stretch, let me know. Your mare might need higher arches.” Paige was grateful she was in enough pain to satisfy the cruel man. Everyone stated their ponies were adequately tortured by the boots, and the wheel started up again. “Just an hour today, we don’t want to strain them too badly.” The girls whined and groaned as they started walking around in the endless circle.

  Paige looked up. She had not noticed the Master come in until his deep voice resonated across the arena. “How are my little mares?”

  “Doing as expected. The pleasure horse is a real sweetheart, very docile and compliant. I think she likes your stable and doesn’t want to leave.” Antonio looked over at Danni as she passed by.

  “Really? Well I’d be pleased to beat Constantine in a dressage event,” Chayton suggested. “Do we have names for our fillies?”

  “Yes, sir. The preliminaries are filled out.” Antonio handed Chayton the clipboards.

  “Misty, Pretty Baby and Copper. Very nice. It looks like things are running smoothly. You’re happy with Arturo and Diablo?” the Master asked. He had noticed his two slaves watching their ponies closely.

  “Oh, yes, Master. They’re doing very well. Diablo’s getting quite the challenge with Copper, and Misty is doing all she can to work with Arturo,” the trainer informed him.

  “Well, I’ll leave you to it then. Keep me informed with their progress and I’ll check back in a few days.” Chayton left the arena.

  Becka stumbled and fell to her knees, scrambling forward as the leash on the wheel pulled her collar. She was exhausted and began sobbing, not knowing how to get back on the heavy, high boots. Diablo raced over to her and grabbed her upper arm, helping her up. He held her firmly and walked beside her until he was sure she had her balance. “Steady girl. Can we stop the wheel? I want to check her legs.”

  Antonio stopped the wheel, pleased Diablo was concerned with the mare’s welfare and not lashing out in anger. The trainer walked over and supervised Diablo’s examination. Diablo gently ran his fingers up and down each leg. “She has a small cut on her knee, but the tendons seem okay.”

  Antonio came to the same conclusion after his quick examination. “We can take care of the cut later. They have five more minutes.” Becka started wailing. She was exhausted and could not take another step.

  The wheel started up and Diablo walked beside her. “Come on, Copper. Come on, girl. You can do this. Good girl. Good Copper,” he encouraged. Becka looked over at him bewildered by his calm attitude. He smiled and she found herself weakly trying to smile back through the bit. She was tired of being scared.

  That a boy. You’re figuring out how to get through to her, Antonio thought. He was encouraged with Diablo’s change in strategy. He was worried the slave would make it a battle of wills. Now, he was being smart. Diablo looked up at the trainer’s pleased expression.

  Finally, the wheel was stopped. The girls were aching and dirt clung to their sweating bodies. “Back to the stalls. Remember, we’re staying with the ponies until they’re bedded down.” Collecting Paige, he smiled, “Good girl, my Pretty Baby.” Paige thought he was good looking when he smiled. He was about six feet, very muscular and he was older than the other trainers. Maybe late thirties? she thought. He had wavy dark hair and very dark eyes that could make him look cruel or soften with approval, like now.

  Paige was thrilled with the prospect of having the horrible training equipment removed. She was walked back to her stall and Antonio tethered her to the wall so closely she had to remain standing. He wanted her too tired to fight the groomer. The trainer went back to the equipment room and waited for Arturo and Diablo to join the three groomsmen.

  “Arturo, Hendri will be working with Misty. I don’t see her causing any problems, just stay close and reassure her. The groomers know what to do. Diablo, Paxton will be working with Copper. He’s been here the longest and has helped me with problem mares before.” The trainer looked at Paxton. “Diablo’s got her coming around slowly. This one is spirited and rebellious, so keep on your toes.”

  “Yes, trainer. I saw her in the arena. She’s breaking and we’ll just keep her steadily moving in that direction. Diablo, please let me know if any of my methods don’t coincide with your training,” Paxton offered.

  “Thank you. I’m just going to try to keep her calm unless you need assistance.” Diablo appreciated the way Paxton was planning on working with him.

  “Jasper, you’re with me. I may need your experience with sport massage. This one’s a champion in the rough.” Antonio liked Jasper’s demeanor.

  Jasper smiled broadly. “Thank you, trainer.” It was an honor to work with the trainer, especially caring for a possible champion.

  Paige heard the men returning down the hall. Antonio entered the stall alone, but she had a feeling someone else remained out of sight. The trainer reached for a cloth on the shelf by the brushes and stood in front of her, looking into her eyes. With the boots, they were about the same height. “I’m going to blindfold you, my Pretty Baby.” Paige whined through the ring gag and her eyes started to fill with tears. Antonio continued to cover her eyes and she started trembling. “No, no. Just for a little while. You don’t need to be so upset. I’m going to stay with you. Shh. What’s all this about?”

  The black cloth let in no light and Paige was disoriented with her high boots, no use of her arms and tied to the wall. She felt the trainer unclip her and hold her upper arm. Paige panicked when she felt someone else gently take her other arm and she whined her disappointment. The groomers restrained themselves from speaking to the ponies very often. They would be punished severely if they interrupted the bonding between the pony and its trainer. “Come on, Pretty Baby. It’s all right,” Antonio encouraged.

  Jasper looked at the lithe girl appreciatively. He studied her muscle tone and build, and nodded at Antonio. Yes, she has the makings of a fine racer, he thought.

  Paige was helped up onto the table. Antonio stood by her head, running his fingers through her short, sweaty bob. She felt the Velcro straps coming loose on one boot. Oh, thank you. She groaned in relief. The other boot was removed and she flexed her aching ankles and toes, feeling the pull up the back of her legs. The other man walked behind her and removed the heavy arm binding, and Paige groaned again. She was moving her arms to the front to stretch them when th
e other man quickly grabbed a wrist. “Arms behind you,” Antonio murmured. She was disappointed as her slave cuffs were latched together.

  She felt the strap from the gag pulled free. Paige was breathless, hoping the rubber would soon leave her mouth so she could work her cramping jaws. The man slipped a finger up under the ring pulling down until it cleared her teeth and she closed her mouth, swishing her spit. She heard water filling something and the wonderful new man who let her out of her tortuous confines was back in front of her.

  “Open your mouth, Pretty Baby,” the trainer ordered. Paige wanted to beg not to have the gag replaced, but quietly she did as ordered. She tasted mint toothpaste as the other man brushed her teeth thoroughly. He raised some warm water to her lips and she felt the rim of a bowl under her chin. She worked the water around her mouth and spat in the bowl. Paige was unprepared as the man took her jaw and started pushing the ring back in. She made a small desperate sound and tried to shake her head as it locked into place.

  Antonio hooked a finger to the lower bar in her mouth and the other hand held her by the front of her collar keeping her facing him. The other man removed the blindfold and she tried to turn to see him, but the trainer held her facing forward. “Eyes down. Eyes down, mare.” Paige felt tears of humiliation as he held her head straight and she looked down. She felt the warm water from the hose on the back of her head. After her hair was wet, the other man rubbed some fragrant shampoo between his palms and started massaging her scalp. He rinsed and conditioned her hair, and then ran a comb through it. When he was finished, he replaced the blindfold.

  Paige was lowered to the table. Antonio fastened her by her upper arms while the other man strapped her ankles far apart, and Paige started shaking and whimpering. “Hush now,” Antonio whispered in her ear, still stroking her wet hair. “You’re okay. We’re just going to clean you up. No worries. You just lay still. I’m right here, my Pretty Baby.” Paige calmed down, instinctively moving her ear closer to his soft words. Warm water washed over her. She felt a large soft sponge soaping her neck, arms, breasts and belly. Paige squirmed and whined as fingers spread her labia and the sponge swiped down her pussy and continued to her thighs, calves and feet. All the while Antonio murmured to her, caressing her.