“I guess what I’m trying to say is, they’re smart. They take people who aren’t doing much that will be missed and don’t have a lot of people who will spend too much time looking for them. Chayton whipped the shit out of me for weeks until I finally got it through my head. No one’s going to rescue you and you aren’t going to escape. Compared to some of the other places I’ve seen in their little world, this is a pretty easy life. If you can’t make it work here, it’s all downhill. Every year I freak out until the auction is over, thinking the Master’s going to sell me off.”
“You’re my chance, Becka.” Her eyes widened when he called her by her name. “I’m your chance. If I become a trainer like Antonio, Chayton will keep me around. If you play to their pony fetish, you’ll stay around. Believe me, you don’t want to end up at the auction. That’s not a threat, it’s reality. This island doesn’t put up with trouble makers. They like their little world calm and everyone playing the same game. You need to forget Becka. You’re Copper now. Your friends have already figured that much out.”
Becka’s tears started rolling, resignation finally registering. Diablo pulled her close. “You’re special.” He ran his fingers through her auburn curls and felt a shuddering sob against his shoulder. “I saw that in Vegas by the way the other girls looked up to you. That talent can be used here. It’s not the same, but it’s better than ending up as a pump whore in one of their brothels. Work with me, Copper. I’ll get them to take that damn harness off you and we can really show them something.”
Becka moaned softly and Diablo felt a flash of guilt. Everything he had told her was true, but his words had broken through her defenses and he knew he had removed all hope. Now, he had to build her up again and bring back her confidence and drive. “Don’t be angry with your friends. They need a leader and you aren’t allowed near them. You know Baby and Misty aren’t as strong as you are, and they’re just figuring out their own way to survive, the same as you will.” Becka looked up apprehensively. “Are you ready to show them what a leader can do?” Becka nodded and stood. The many days and nights of fear and isolation had drained her, and she would do anything if he would just hold her and make her feel safe again.
Antonio watched them closely when they came back to the arena. Pretty Baby and Misty were at the wheel and Arturo was watching the slow, steady pace, giving Antonio time to study Copper. Diablo had cleaned her up, but her eyes were still slightly swollen from crying. Talking quietly to the sullen pony, Diablo was gesturing with the whip in his hand and Copper nodded. Diablo attached a long lunge line to her bit ring, motioning her to walk away from him until the line was taut. She stood still at the end of the long lead, watching her trainer and waiting for instructions.
He snapped the whip once and she began to walk in a large circle. Following her course, Diablo turned with the other end of the line in his hand and snapped the whip again, watching as she picked up her pace. “Up, up,” Diablo called and Copper’s knees came up smartly.
“I’ll be damned,” Antonio murmured. Arturo looked over and shared Antonio’s surprise. “Whatever he said to her seems to have worked.”
Copper worked hard for the rest of the afternoon, without complaining or balking. Her eyes sparkled when Diablo called call her over for water or to caress her cheek and tell her what a good job she was doing. Sometimes he would stop to correct her pace or position and she waited patiently, making sure she understood his instructions.
By the time Copper got back to her stall, she was sore and tired. Paxton was waiting for her in a defensive position ready to deflect a kick or lunge. She walked over to the table and waited, and Paxton squinted his eyes. “What are you up to?”
Copper shook her head and stood still again. The groomer cautiously helped her up on the table and removed the ring gag to brush her teeth. She loosened her jaw, stretching unused muscles. After he finished, she quietly opened her mouth for him to re-insert the device. Diablo came in and Paxton noticed the desire shining in her eyes. Falling for her trainer, Paxton decided. He never would have thought it of Copper, though it was a common occurrence among the ponies.
Diablo checked for damage around her nose ring. “I’ll see you a little later,” he whispered. She rubbed her head affectionately on his shoulder. Paxton was amazed at the obstinate pony’s change in behavior. He gave her a long massage, working the kinks out of the over-taxed muscles in her legs.
The ponies were now leashed by the rings through their noses instead of their collars. Paxton secured her to the wall for her dinner, and as she knelt over to take the first bite he pulled her back. She looked up in confusion, and then her eyes widened at the sight of the honeyed sugar. She watched, mesmerized, as the surface of the meal was covered. Paxton could see the delight in her eyes and he ran a hand through her curls. “Trainer’s orders. He said you did a good job today.” Copper swelled with pride and knelt down to devour the sweet treat, working awkwardly around the nose ring and the lead.
Returning half an hour later, Paxton retrieved her empty bowl, wiped her face and leashed her by her mattress. After he left, Copper stared at the stall door willing Diablo to come back. A long while later, the door finally opened and the handsome trainer approached her. “How you doing?” She nodded. He lay down next to her and she scooted up against him. He had only tried to be with her one other time, and it was such a battle he decided it was not worth it.
“You gonna’ behave? I can make you feel real good,” he murmured. She snuggled her head under his chin. “It’s easier this way, don’t you agree?” He felt her sigh. “Well, you’re in luck, Copper. I’ve been stuck with guys for a long time, so I think I just want that fiery red pussy of yours tonight.” She had been nervous about this moment and she tried to roll her shoulders, wanting out of the tight arm sleeve so she could hold him.
“No, the sleeve stays on.” He ran his fingers lightly over her shoulder and felt her squirm with desire. Antonio had been right. After wearing down her defenses, the misery of her isolation had sunk in and she was craving attention. Still, he had to maintain the chain of command. He was her trainer and he knew that soon, her only desire would be to please him.
Nervously anticipating his next caress, Copper felt liquid sliding from her core. She could not remember ever being so hot for a man. Thinking of his earlier talk with her by the pond, she felt sorry for him. All his friends had been taken away. At least she could see Baby and Misty. It scared her to think he could be sent away if she did not perform well. Never mind what could happen to her, he was the only one who had shown her kindness since she had been on the island.
She felt his soft brown curls brush along her chest as his mouth sought her breast and he gently sucked the pierced nipple. Copper felt a slight throbbing pain, but mostly pleasure. She thrust herself forward so he would know he was not hurting her. His hand was massaging her bottom and she felt the heated response between her legs. Please let him stay all night, she silently pleaded. Just to hold me.
His hand found the wetness of arousal and he smiled as he imagined her passion as demanding as her previous stubborn behavior. Her hips moved towards his hand, encouraging his movements. A finger delved into her moistened depths and she moaned. Carefully separating her folds, Diablo lowered his head and his tongue rolled leisurely along the slick path.
He inserted another finger and began a slow, pushing dance inside her while he nipped and sucked her stiffened clit. She started panting through her gag and her juices flowed freely past his fingers. Sitting up, he opened his pants, removing his hard length. Fingers caressed her hip as he plunged into her heat with one thrust. “Ooomph..Oooh,” she moaned using the muscles in her strained thighs to take more of him.
Their pace quickened and he stroked her clit in time to the wet smacking of their penetrating moves. Copper fisted her hands into the mattress as she felt her explosive climax overtake her senses. “Aaagh..” Diablo hissed, and she could feel his sperm jetting deep into her as her own orgasm caused tigh
t clenching grabs at his pulsing cock.
After-shock shudders quivered through them both, he lay down beside her and Copper looked at him with tears of gratitude. He kissed her cheek and rose. She whimpered in dismay, and Diablo ran a hand through his unruly curls. “We have a long day tomorrow, Copper. You need to rest.” She watched his lean, bronze back as he left her stall.
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CHAPTER X. DISPLAYING THE TWINS
Alyssa woke up alone in Chayton’s bed and could see by the tropical colors filtering in through the open blinds, the sun was setting. Her fingers traveled with trepidation towards the rings pierced through her pussy lips, and even the light touch was painful. There was an unpleasant sting towards the top of her folds, but her labia were too sore to consider separating them to investigate. She quietly rose, walked to the mirror and studied her reflection. The rings through her nipples were pulsing in a dull pain that she could manage, and she found them intriguingly pretty. An almost bemused look crossed her face as she realized that as a slave, she was wearing more valuable jewelry than she had ever imagined being able to afford in her old life.
The Master had not ordered her to stay in bed when she woke up, so she cautiously walked to the door joining the Master’s room with Ayden’s. It seemed she only bathed, dressed and trained in the other room and she had a hard time considering it hers.
Quietly easing the door open, she peaked in to see Ayden curled up next to Chayton, softly snoring. The Indian was smiling down at him and twirling a blonde lock of hair around his finger. He looked up when the door opened and motioned her over to his side of the bed, gently pulling her down next to him. “Are you feeling a little better?” he whispered.
She was surprised at his concern. “Yes, Master. I’m sore, but I’ll be all right,” she whispered back. Alyssa inhaled his scent, interwoven with the smell of passion and sex.
“My poor Ayden was as traumatized as you were, I think. He always sleeps when he’s upset and wants to escape.” Chayton smiled at the man.
Alyssa could sense his deep feelings for Ayden, and a twinge of jealousy unexpectedly surfaced. “As I recall, Master, he seemed to be distracted.”
Amused by her sarcastic tone, Chayton quietly chuckled, “Yes, well, you can distract me later.”
Alyssa closed her lips. That is so not what I meant, she thought. Lying back on the pillow, she counted the ceiling tiles, lost in thought. What was happening to her? She had been kidnapped, whipped and assaulted by this man, and yet she was beginning to feel jealousy towards his relationship with Ayden. The problem was, she liked Ayden as well and she wondered if what Chayton had said was true. Was Ayden really upset about what she had gone through? How could he stand knowing the Master whipped her? Ayden told her it was because Chayton said she secretly enjoyed it. That’s a load of bull, she thought. Then why am I getting wet thinking about it? she wondered dismally.
Ayden stirred, and as his sleepy eyes opened he noticed her on the other side of Chayton. The look of concern was clear on his face, and she realized he really was upset. She felt her heart lighten.
“Come, my twins. Let’s get cleaned up and get something to eat.” Chayton sat up, smiling at his favorite slaves.
Ayden and Alyssa scrambled to their feet and disappeared into the bathroom. Chayton went into his room and came back a few minutes later. Once again, they were sitting on the window seat. Alyssa was in a lilac slave dress and was looking out over the pool while Ayden brushed her hair. With the tropical sunset in the background, it was a lovely picture.
They heard Chayton return and stood. Alyssa followed Ayden’s example and got into position. “That color is pretty on you, Alyssa.” Chayton rubbed the material between his fingers.
“Ayden picked it out, Master. He always chooses for me.” Alyssa noticed Ayden had straightened a little at the Master’s compliment and it made her feel good she had given him credit. His coddling of her sometimes drove her crazy, but she was beginning to understand how important these mundane chores were to him and she decided it was not that much of a sacrifice to make him happy.
The cook had been instructed to leave sandwiches this evening. Chayton did not know how Alyssa and Rene would be feeling, so he decided to cancel their more formal dinner. Ayden and Alyssa followed behind their Master to the kitchen, and they each grabbed a sandwich before heading to the recreation room. Brazil and Ramone were playing pool, Terrant was reading and Helo, with Rene kneeling on the floor beside him, was watching a movie. Rene still had traces of tears on her face. When Chayton walked in, all the slaves stood in position and Helo roughly pulled Rene up.
“Go back to what you were doing, boys.” Chayton led Ayden and Alyssa to an oversized leather chair. Alyssa knelt down and placed her hands behind her back. “Relax time, Alyssa. You may break position.”
She was unsure of what that meant and looked at Ayden. He had crossed his legs and was using his hands to eat so she copied him. Chayton smiled as he watched her follow Ayden’s lead. Helo left the room with Rene.
Alyssa watched the pool game while she ate, thinking about her teammates. Where were they? The only one she had seen was Sandi. She glanced up at Terrant and noticed he had returned to his book, but there was anger in his eyes. Alyssa vowed never to forgive him for his part in her kidnapping.
“Brazil, how are things going with Helo and Rene?” Chayton saw the unease cross the men’s faces. “Is there something I should know about?” He had noticed Terrant’s reaction when Helo had left the room earlier.
Terrant tried to sink back into his book as Brazil answered, “You should discuss it with Helo, Master. We’re not exactly sure what’s going on.”
Chayton caught Brazil’s quick glance at Terrant and knew he could have pressed for more information, but decided against it as he had just promoted Helo and it would make things uncomfortable for his subordinates to be discussing him. He would talk to him later.
Chayton stood, and Ayden and Alyssa fell in behind him. When they reached the bedroom door, Chayton told them to prepare for bed. “What do you think’s going on?” Alyssa asked as soon as the door closed.
“Terrant waited a little too long to make his move, is my guess,” Ayden supplied.
“I thought Helo liked Sandi, um, Rene,” she corrected herself.
“I think he liked the ‘thought’ of Rene. He didn’t put claiming rings on her today. Chayton noticed it, too. Helo has always preferred men, and I don’t see Rene making him happy. I think he was lonely. Terrant was playing stupid games to get his attention, but Helo’s direct and never figured out Terrant was interested in him. I think he was going to approach Helo when they got back from Vegas, but he was already given Rene,” Ayden explained.
“What do you think is going to happen?” Alyssa asked.
“It depends how attached Helo is to her, but my guess is he’ll end up with Terrant. I don’t know where that will leave Rene, probably the auction coming up.” Ayden could see the distress in Alyssa’s eyes.
“I’m sorry, Alyssa, but it wouldn’t be right to lie to you about it.” Ayden walked over and hugged her.
“I hate this place. It’s so unfair,” she wailed.
“Life’s unfair anywhere, not just this place. There’s a balance here and none of us know when we’re going to tip the scales.” He was holding her when Chayton walked back into the room. Alyssa’s back was to the door and she did not see him shake his head at Ayden. Rene would be leaving.
“Alyssa, did you use the antiseptic?” Chayton asked.
She turned around. “Yes Master. It burns,” she muttered.
“Then it’s working,” he chuckled. “Into my room.”
Ayden and Alyssa went into the big room and Ayden took her hand, pulling her to kneel by the bed while they waited for Chayton. “Will you ask him? Please.”
“Shh. No. Let things take their course and don’t get involved,” Ayden quickly whispered.
Chayton returned and got into bed, patting the space on eith
er side of him. Ayden and Alyssa climbed in beside him and he gave a brief kiss to both of them and said, “Sleep. It’s been a long day.”
Alyssa rolled onto her side away from him. Sometime during the night she had turned back in her sleep and lay facing Ayden, both with their heads on Chayton’s chest and his strong arms around them. They slept with Ayden’s hands hidden beneath the covers and Alyssa’s little fists curled up on Chayton’s chest. Some of his long black hair had wound around one of her hands.
When Chayton woke up, he looked down on his sleeping twins. His hands started trailing through their hair and Ayden looked up sleepily, smiling at him. His hand lightly stroked his Master’s velvet cock into hardness and Chayton closed his eyes and sighed. Alyssa pouted, shuffling with their movement and climbed further onto Chayton’s warm chest.
Ayden leaned over and kissed her gently, and sucked her pouting lower lip into his mouth. She began waking up in protest, pushing away from her resting place on Chayton’s chest. “Are we a little cranky this morning?’’ Chayton said softly.
Alyssa froze, remembering her surroundings, and she opened her eyes to see Ayden inches away. “I’m tired,” she announced nervously and started to roll over.
Chayton tightened his arm around her. “You’ve had plenty of rest,” he stated calmly, and he felt her heart rate increase. “Time to ‘distract’ me, Alyssa.”
The shock of the past few days had dimmed with her first restful night. The frightening events finally registered in anger as much as fear, and Alyssa struggled in earnest to get away from them. “Stop that, Alyssa.”
“Let me go.” She tried to extricate herself from the strong arm holding her, and her hands worked at prying his fingers off her waist. Chayton was amused as he watched her little fingers try to remove his grip, and she frowned up at him angrily. Ayden lay back on Chayton’s chest, looking on in silence knowing better than to interfere.
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