She was dried with a soft towel and turned over, her legs re-bound, and her wrists resting on the small of her back. The man started washing her back, spreading the cheeks of her bottom on the way to her aching legs, and then she was again dried. She heard the man rubbing his hands together and felt slippery warm lotion on her shoulders as he massaged her back. As the muscles were coaxed to loosen up, Antonio felt her relax and her trembling stopped.
“Doesn’t that feel good?” Antonio droned. “You did real well today, my prize. You’re going to get strong so fast.” Paige quivered in enjoyment. Jasper moved to her leg and worked the strained muscles in her thigh and calf, finding every knot and lengthening the tendons with expertise. He took one of her feet and massaged all of the pain away.
An involuntary “Nnnnn” escaped her gagged mouth.
“Yes, that’s nice. Jasper was a therapist for sports injuries. He’s the best, for my champion, and that’s what you deserve, my pretty mare.” She nudged Antonio’s hand. Jasper smiled over to him as he worked her other foot.
She felt a low open shoe with the same horrible arch strapped on her foot and whined her complaint. “These aren’t so bad, girl. They’ll help you get used to the boots.” They really were not as bad as the high, tight boots, she thought, but her feet were cramped from the forced arched position. She whimpered and rubbed Antonio’s hand when she felt the sleeves going back on her arms. Jasper pulled her elbows even closer together than they were earlier.
“Aaah,” she moaned.
“Oh, you stop that,” the trainer admonished. “This is okay. You know what this is.” Paige settled down again, not nearly as comfortable as she had been for the last hour. She was unstrapped from the table and the two men helped her sit up. She felt Antonio’s hand reach behind her and untie the blindfold. “This is your night grooming. It’s the same thing every night and you’ll always have Jasper tending you.” Paige looked over at the other man. He looked like he was in his early thirties and had a kind smile. “He’ll come back in the morning to get you ready for your day.”
“She’s a treasure. I’ll get her dinner,” Jasper said to the trainer and left the stall.
“Come on, up you go. These don’t support your ankles as well as the boots, so no sudden moves.” Paige leaned on Antonio as she slid off the table. The shoes were not as thick or as heavy as the boots, and she thought it was like walking in really tall high heels. Antonio held her arm, leading around the stall.
He brought her over to the bucket and pushed down on her shoulder, still holding her other arm. Paige was embarrassed to have him hold onto her while she peed, and he knelt down in front of her. “My shy little filly?” He pulled her head into his chest and used the other hand to press into her bladder. She immediately let go and he smiled at her humiliated sob. He stood her up as Jasper came back in with her bowl and laid it on the floor, re-filled her water bowl and left her alone again with the trainer.
Antonio clipped the long leash to the wall and her collar. “He’ll be back in about half an hour to wipe your face. I’m going to dinner, and I’ll be back later to settle you for the night. I’m very pleased with you, mare.” She watched him leave the stall and looked down at a bowl containing the same pasty mash she had been served earlier. It was hard to eat with the gag. She had tried lapping, but it was exhausting trying to pull the food to the back of her mouth so she could swallow.
She put her whole mouth into the bowl, trying to inhale the heavy mash to the back of her mouth. She gagged and lost her balance, causing her face to bury in the gruel. Some of the meal plugged her nose and glued to her eyelashes. Paige was frustrated and hungry.
She was crying by the time Jasper returned, once again slowly lapping the paste and forcing her aching tongue to deposit it further down her throat so she could swallow. Jasper waited patiently for her to finish. With a sympathetic expression, he gently wiped her crusty face and she whined miserably. Her tongue muscle would lengthen and get stronger, perfect for the long blowjobs Jasper knew Antonio enjoyed.
The three trainers were finishing their steak in the stable dining room when Jasper came in smiling. “How bad?” Antonio asked.
“You have a very unhappy pony, sir. I don’t know how she did it, but she had gruel in her nose and one eye was almost glued shut,” Jasper chuckled.
Antonio laughed. “I’ve seen that before: she tried to inhale it. It forces their head too low and they lose their balance. Did she get any of it in her mouth?”
“Most of it. She’s doing okay, just not very happy, sir.” Jasper waved as he left the room.
The trainer stood up, stretching “Time to bed our ponies,” Antonio said, winking at the other two trainers as they headed towards the stalls.
CHAPTER VI. CHAYTON’S TWINS
Chayton studied the outfit in the chest at the foot of his bed. He had arranged for a matching costume for a female when he found one. Alyssa’s size had already been called in, and the items would arrive by the end of the week. His long fingers trailed the leather straps, and creases of a smile crinkled around his dark eyes, savoring the imagined look on the other Masters’ faces when they met his ‘twins’.
Chayton lay back on his big bed and watched Ayden and Alyssa on the monitor. Ayden had dressed her in a green slave dress and was patiently guiding her through the positions. “My back hurts,” Alyssa complained.
“Alyssa, you have to strengthen your muscles. The Master will punish you if you don’t hold position. Straighten up.” Ayden pushed at the small of her back. The short dress rose up her thighs and her pink nether lips peeked out.
“I can’t do this. Please, Ayden. Can’t you ask him to let me work in the kitchen like that other girl. He scares me.” Chayton could see the strain in her eyes and smiled. He wanted her too tired to fight them later.
“Alyssa, he got you for us. He’s not going to let you go anywhere else.” Ayden was determined not to let his Master take his little slave girl away. Her eyes looked up at him wearily, innocently. He was relieved to see none of the scheming depth in them that Isabelle had. Ayden was not upset Isabelle had been sent back to Constantine. He knew she would have caused trouble.
Chayton was used to reading Ayden’s expressions and was pleased he liked his present. The thought of losing her now would give his lover the resolve to make her practice. The Indian was amused, noting Ayden’s semi-erect penis pushing at his loincloth. Denying sexual access to the woman would keep his lover aroused, an added benefit. Alyssa was struggling to her feet, awkwardly assuming the resting position.
Chayton walked to the adjoining door to lead them to dinner. Alyssa’s eyes shifted to the door uneasily. “How is she doing?” Chayton laid his hands on Ayden’s shoulders, rubbing gently with his thumbs.
“Her back is very weak,” Ayden admitted. “I’m sure it will get stronger with practice, Master.”
Alyssa flinched when Chayton walked behind her and grasped her ribs. He ran his thumbs up and down the sides of her spine, pushing at muscles in the small of her back, and she moaned. The tendons were slightly swollen with the strain. Perfect. “She’s fine.” Chayton clipped the leash on her and led them to the dining room.
Brazil, Ramone, Helo and Terrant stood behind their chairs. Ayden knelt on the pillow to the left of Chayton’s chair and Alyssa remained standing to his right. “Resting position, Alyssa,” Chayton reminded her. She silently got into position, trying to glance at Ayden for reassurance.
The serving girl brought dinner in and placed it on the table. She hurried over to retrieve one of the pillows stacked by the wall and place it beside Alyssa. Chayton pulled down on the leash and Alyssa dropped to rest position on the pillow and winced as he clipped her leash to a bolt under the table. She had not noticed the bowl beside Chayton until the serving girl returned from the lowboy with another one. The Master filled his plate, then the men at the table served themselves while the serving girl poured wine. After the men’s plates were filled, Chayton put food in the
bowls beside him.
Ayden and Alyssa each had a bowl placed before them on the floor. The men started eating and Alyssa looked to see if Ayden had been given a fork or spoon. Hands still in his lap, he was quietly leaning forward and eating. She looked up at the Master. He was ignoring her, talking to the other men, and she tentatively reached out a hand to her bowl. Without looking down, the Master grabbed her wrist. “You will be punished if you fail position again,” he growled.
“Yes, Master,” she whispered. Alyssa replaced her hands on her lap. She leaned her aching back over and miserably tried eating the stew. It was almost impossible to keep her hair out of the bowl, and after a few bites the pain in her back was too bad and she rested back on her heels.
Chayton took a band from his pocket and gathered her hair into a tail behind her head. “Finish it,” he ordered.
Alyssa whispered dejectedly, “Yes, Master.” Her back was throbbing by the time she emptied the bowl. Her toes had cramped and she almost fell forward when she tried to stand at the end of the meal.
“Alyssa, roll to the stand as you have been taught.” He pulled her back down. Alyssa’s aching body trembled as she tried to roll back up. “Better. Ayden, practice the rise ten times at the beginning and end of your practice sessions. I expect her perfect and graceful at dinner tomorrow night.”
“Yes, Master.” Ayden inwardly winced at Alyssa’s impending training, knowing her strained muscles would be screaming in the morning.
Alyssa’s eyes were lowered with her back as straight as she could manage. She could feel the involuntary quivering strain of her muscles and prayed she would not be punished again for not standing still. She felt Chayton’s hand run up and down her spine a few times and she wanted to close her eyes and escape. His hand moved under her chin and he lifted her head until their eyes met. He studied her for a few moments. “I’m going to give you and Ayden a few minutes to yourselves. You will behave.”
“Yes, Master.” Alyssa’s relief was visible.
“Ayden, get the two of you something to drink and take Alyssa for a walk out by the pool. I’ll call you when I’ve finished with the stable reports,” Chayton said.
Ayden looked uneasily at his Master. He was almost always expected to be by his Master’s side to soothe him while he worked. “Yes, Master.”
Chayton noticed the distress in Ayden’s eyes and pulled him down to whisper in his ear. “We need to make allowances, Ayden. She has earned a reward and we don’t want her spirit broken,” he said, tenderly rubbing Ayden’s cheek. Ayden smiled and nodded. “Alyssa, you will do as Ayden says.”
“Yes, Master,” she said quietly. Chayton reached up and unclipped the leash from her collar. He saw her eyes widen with surprise. “Yes, there are rewards as well as punishments,” he smiled.
Geeze, Alyssa thought as she looked at the handsome man who now apparently owned her. “Thank you, Master.”
Chayton swatted her playfully on the bottom. “Take off until I call for you.”
The two slaves chorused, “Yes, Master,” and headed toward the kitchen.
“Is he always so confusing?” Alyssa asked. “He’s scares the hell out of me most of the time and then he does things like this.”
“He doesn’t want a mindless puppet.” Ayden poured them some iced tea and led them out by the lit pool area. “The training is hard. It keeps your mind occupied and off your situation a little, but there’s always punishment when you fail. And you will fail many times until you get it right. He knows the value of rewarding effort, even if it’s only a walk around the pool.”
Alyssa thought about that. A few days ago she would have taken this stroll around the patio for granted. Now, she had to earn these brief moments. “Ayden, I don’t think I can take this,” she said nervously.
Ayden tried to think of the proper reply. Should I comfort or scare her? he wondered. “The Master tried to work with another woman before he found you. Her name was Isabelle. She wasn’t like you; she asked to join us. Chayton told me he could tell she was playing for status, so neither of us worked hard towards her training. It didn’t work out and now she’s been sent back to Master Constantine. She’ll probably be sent to the auction in November.”
Alyssa’s eyes widened. “What does that mean?”
“Slaves who will not adjust to their lives here are sent off-island. Very few are purchased by other Masters because they know the slave must be failing to please in some way. Most of them spend time on Master Devon’s island for training before they’re shipped out to a brothel.” Ayden thought of Angie looking wildly back at the plane for Ayden as she was dragged across the tarmac on Devon’s Island. He knew better than to upset Chayton by asking about her. It had been over two years and he had no idea if she was still there. “I don’t want that to happen to you. We’ll work hard and you’ll be fine. After training, it’s not too bad here.”
“Who are all these other Masters?” Alyssa thought this was Chayton’s island. With only one leader to worry about, she still held hope for escape.
“There are six on this island. The other islands you saw from the plane, are for the most part independently run by other Masters. They buy into a spot when someone retires or leaves, I guess. The Masters on this island have been here for many years. It was originally designed for three, but this group all knew each other from before and decided to buy it together. They named it Six Masters Island.” Ayden saw her frown. “What’s wrong?”
“When you mentioned Constantine, I thought he was from another island. I didn’t know anyone but Chayton was on this one,” she said dismally.
“No, there’s Constantine, Preston and his sister Camille, Julienne and Sean.” It occurred to Ayden why this news upset her. “Alyssa, there is no escape.” Ayden remembered his plans to get away so long ago, and how depressed he was when he realized it was impossible. “It’s better to decide to cope. It’s the only way to survive. They’ll never let you go.”
Alyssa sat on the edge of the pool soothing her feet in the water. Ayden sat down next to her. “You said Isabelle didn’t work out for you. If she wanted to be with you and failed, what makes you think I’ll be able to adjust? I don’t know anything about all this.” Alyssa swept an arm towards the house.
Ayden answered simply, “You never asked him to stop.”
“I never asked him to stop what?” Alyssa was completely bewildered.
“Whipping you,” Ayden replied. “You never asked him to stop. Isabelle would shriek and beg as soon as she saw him walk towards the cabinet,” Ayden replied.
“I thought I would get whipped more. That’s not fair, I didn’t know I could stop it. Oh my god…do you know how bad that was?” her bottom lip trembled.
“Oh, he wouldn’t have stopped. The Master enjoys it too much. If you really couldn’t take it, you would have begged. For now, he’s learning your threshold and will keep testing you. He told me you were aroused by it.” Ayden looked down shyly.
“Aroused? By being whipped? Are you insane?” Alyssa said angrily.
“There are things you can try to deny to yourself, but he knows. You were scared because it was new to you. Now, you know you can get through it and you know what to expect. You also know that it pleases him. Things that please him result in rewards. It’s why we were allowed out here tonight,” Ayden explained.
“Ayden, how can you justify letting me be whipped so we can sit by the pool and drink tea?” she asked incredulously.
Ayden ran his hand lightly down her back. “How bad does it hurt now? I mean, I know your muscles are tight, but the marks?”
Alyssa reluctantly admitted, “Not so bad, I guess. Still, I’m not going to let him do that to me again just so he can get his kicks. It’s cruel.”
“Deny it all you want, you were wet. He told me. You can learn to feel pleasure from him and be rewarded. He knows this, and if you decide to fight or plead with him he’ll ignore you now. He’ll just keep working on you until you can’t refute your fe
elings anymore,” Ayden stated.
“I’m around so he can whip me and lead me around like a dog? That’s why you wanted a woman? I suppose I’ll be put back in that cage until he wants to take out his sadistic pleasure on me again.” Alyssa stared at her feet swirling in the water.
Ayden avoided discussing her sexual training. “If you comply with his needs, I don’t think he’ll cage you again.”
Alyssa looked up at his concerned face. She was about to ask him where she would be sleeping and hoped it would be in the bed in the room she shared with Ayden, figuring the two men spent the night together. Before she could ask, Chayton called out from the office door, “Ayden, bring Alyssa in now.”
“Ayden, where am I…?” That was all she got to say when he put a finger to her lips to silence her.
“Reward time is over.” He stood and held out a hand to help her up.
Alyssa walked beside him through the kitchen to put the empty glasses in the sink and down the hall to their room. “You can wash up first.” She went into the over-sized bathroom, washed her face and brushed her teeth. While Ayden was washing up, she went through the dresser looking for a nightgown. Everything seemed to be Ayden’s things except for the one drawer on the bottom that held an array of different colored dresses for her. She tried the closet. It was locked. She went back to the dresser and pulled out a t-shirt. It only fell to the top of her thighs but it was better than nothing, she decided. She was sitting on the bed getting ready to brush her hair when Ayden came back in the room.
“Wait, please. I want to brush it.” He sat behind her on the bed. The longer he stayed, the more nervous Alyssa became. She had expected him to go into Chayton’s room. As he slowly untangled knots, the hypnotic strokes calmed her down and she was getting drowsy. She had minimal sleep the night before in the cage, and with the demands of the day she was feeling very tired. “That’s good enough,” she said and sank to the pillow, eyes closing instantly.
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