“Alyssa, stop that,” Chayton he repeated.
“I said, let me go,” Alyssa said defiantly. “I don’t want to be on your stupid island.” The piercings were throbbing again and she wanted to be left alone. She kicked out at Chayton’s thigh and he rolled towards her. Ayden sat up, watching as Chayton grabbed her hands. He pulled them behind her and locked the links together. Alyssa was furious. Chayton now had her pinned beneath one of his muscular legs and her arms secured behind her back. She struggled a few seconds more, and then lay still. “I can’t do this. Let me go,” she demanded. Her resolve was crumbling with her futile resistance.
“Bad girl, Alyssa,” Chayton murmured in her ear.
Alyssa could feel traitorous dampness leaking from her channel at his threatening deep voice. Her arousal at being bound and helpless confused her, and as much as she wanted to deny it, she already felt the slight shudder of anticipated spasms. Worse, she knew the Master could feel her response against the muscled thigh thrown across her bare mound.
“Why do you fight so?” He reached a tapered finger down her moist folds and smiled at the evidence of her desire, and with deliberate strokes, he continued to spread her juices. As his finger rolled over her clit, she gasped and fought to move away. He took her chin, turning her head so he could watch her eyes filling with angry tears. “You still deny your need?”
Alyssa could not think, not with his penetrating dark eyes studying her shame so closely, and she squeezed her eyes shut. The heat between her legs was becoming more demanding, and she squirmed against him as he continued to stroke her. The fear and anger were melting and her face began to relax, her breath quickening. At some point, she had stopped pressing her thighs together and started moving her hips, trying to get his fingers to fill her empty, clenching channel.
Chayton leaned down, and she felt his warm full lips press against her slightly open, panting mouth. His tongue plunged in time to her quivering breaths as he continued to move along her sex. His hand released her jaw and wrapped around the top of her head, softly brushing her hair as she answered his kiss.
His Master had already informed Ayden what he desired, and he quietly opened the top drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a rubber ring. Ayden shuddered at the memory of when it was fitted in his mouth. He laid it on the pillow next to Alyssa and quietly moved to the bottom of the bed.
Chayton continued to explore her mouth as he slowly moved his leg off her. Feeling her captive mound released, she thrust into his fingers, spreading her legs and moaned when she felt Chayton’s fingers replaced with Ayden’s wet tongue. Chayton’s hand ran down her cheek and she smelled her passion on his fingers, driving her closer to the edge.
Ayden spread her wide, trailing up and down the slick path, flicking over her tight bead and into her core. Chayton felt her impending orgasm and released her lips. “Not yet, Ayden,” he said quietly. “She will have to earn this one.” Alyssa’s eyes opened, glazed with the need to climax.
When she saw the gag, she turned her head, knowing once it was in place she could not dislodge it. Chayton grabbed her jaw firmly and turned her towards him. She felt the hard rubber being forced behind her bottom teeth and tried to push it out with her tongue, and Chayton pinched her cheeks harder. “No,” she wailed. He calmly slid the folded rubber up behind her top teeth and released it to spring open.
Looking at his bound and gagged slave, her wide emerald eyes emitting emotions of fear and need, Chayton’s erection was pulsing with aching heat. She is exquisite, he decided. His efforts at being patient with her training were an erotic foreplay, and not since Ayden’s early training had he felt such desire. He inhaled the aphrodisiac of her fear and confusion as she learned her role as his submissive. Alyssa was a perfect companion for them, and Chayton knew, in time, she would understand her pleasure with pain.
The initial fear and discomfort of the gag had subsided as Ayden’s tongue and hands expertly brought her back to the brink of climax. Chayton had moved to her breasts, one hand toying with a slightly sore nipple ring while his tongue flicked the other within his mouth. She moved almost angrily as Ayden kept denying her the orgasm she so desperately needed. She whimpered in frustration, no longer thinking of the angry battle at the prelude to the seduction.
Once more feeling her passion crest, Chayton let go of her taut nipples and straddled her. Her eyes were closed and her bottom lip was quivering in pain of the much needed release as he slid his cock into her mouth, and her eyes opened once in surprise then closed tightly again.
Ayden watched, fascinated as his Master’s long shaft disappeared further down her throat with each thrust. He could tell he would not last long and his sack was already swollen and tight. Ayden reached down to grasp his own stiff flesh as he watched Chayton’s wet length disappear into Alyssa’s open mouth, his balls gently slapping against her chin. He held off the release her quivering soaked pussy so desperately yearned for, while his hand stroked his own engorged cock. Ayden decided this was the most erotic fantasy he could have imagined.
As Chayton’s plunges became deeper and faster, Ayden renewed the stimulation to Alyssa’s pulsing core while increasing the grip on his own manhood. Chayton pressed forward with a satisfied groan, and Ayden brought both Alyssa and himself to eruptive ecstasy as he watched his Master’s muscled ass flex in orgasmic rhythm.
Alyssa felt Chayton spill himself deep within her throat, spurting his seed just as Ayden nipped her clit and hit a spot with his finger inside her that would have made her scream with pleasure if her mouth had not been filled. Chayton withdrew from her mouth and removed the gag, and Ayden rose up behind him to lay back on the pillow. She turned her head away as Chayton reached to embrace her, releasing her wrist locks.
Chayton kissed her cheek. “Ayden, start the shower.” Ayden scurried to the bathroom.
“Who are you denying, Alyssa, your Master or yourself?” In the aftermath of such explosive passion, Alyssa had been wondering the same thing. He pulled her to her feet and she silently followed after him.
The Master’s bathroom was even larger and more luxurious than the one she shared with Ayden. The black marble shower stall in the corner had a glass door, with jets in the walls hitting them from all angles. The warm water soothed her tense muscles and she found herself smiling weakly as the two men washed her.
She climbed onto the bench to shampoo Chayton’s silky black hair. Ayden was next, euphoric with the attention he was getting. When they finished, Ayden dried her with a large towel and she wrapped it around herself to go back to their room for her brush. Ayden came in several minutes later announcing, “The Master has gotten us new outfits. We’re to go back to his room when we’re ready.” Alyssa noticed Ayden did not look happy.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Suffice it to say he’s proud and wants to show us off,” he replied miserably.
Chayton enjoyed the pained expression on Ayden’s face when he took the outfits out of the chest. He had been eagerly waiting for a chance to display his twins, and he laid the leather out on the bed, caressing the cool smoothness. He decided to let them dress each other and enjoy their distress.
When they came back into his room, Ayden was still naked and Alyssa was wearing a lime green slave dress. They stood in position in front of Chayton. “Alyssa, take it off.”
She fumbled with the tie and laid the dress on the arm of the chair Chayton was sitting on. “Alyssa first, I think.” Ayden walked over to the bed and picked up a black leather corset, and Alyssa’s mouth dropped open as she stared uneasily at the garment, backing away.
“Alyssa, stand still.” She looked between her Master and the corset. Ayden wrapped it around her. It had small demi-cups to hold up her bared breasts and fell to just below her waist. “Tighter.” Chayton stood and ran his hands down her sides, pulled her breasts further over the top of the cups and sat back down. There were two straps attached to the bottom at the front. “Alyssa, lean over the bed,” he
ordered.
Alyssa nervously did as he asked. What now? she wondered dismally.
“Ayden, size two,” he ordered. She heard Ayden going through a drawer on the nightstand and turned to see what he was getting. Her eyes became wide and she started to stand. “Alyssa, be still.”
She felt Ayden smear some cool jell on her puckered ring, and he stroked her ass gently, whispering, “Push into the mattress. It won’t hurt.”
In embarrassment, Alyssa turned her head away from Chayton, who was calmly watching her humiliation. She felt Ayden’s other hand pushing down on the middle of her back causing her bottom to rise. He kept wiping the gel across her tight entrance and then a finger glided into her tight hole. Reflexively, she tightened and bit her lip as he gently plunged in and out with the lubrication. Slowly, the butt plug replaced his finger and she felt an awkward fullness inside her.
She was blushing profusely when Ayden helped her stand. He moved behind her, taking the two strips of leather hanging down her front and pulled them back between her legs. They were painfully mashing the rings in her pussy as he guided them up the crease of her bottom and fastened them to the snaps at the center of her back, trapping the butt plug inside her. Walking around her, he knelt and adjusted the two straps on the front so they separated her swollen fleshy lips, forcing the gold rings on the outside of the leather bands and leaving her pink folds embarrassingly exposed.
Alyssa looked at the bed, desperately wishing for a bottom portion of the costume to appear. No, no, no. He can’t make me walk around like this, she begged silently. Chayton rubbed his hard cock absently, relishing her pained discomfort. “Alyssa, dress Ayden.”
She hitched a sob. “Yes, Master.” Sniffling in quivering in misery, she came back from the bed with a penis-covering of the same soft black leather as her corset. Instead of the loincloth the other slaves wore, this fitted around his shaft and was open on the end. The top of the sheath next to his abdomen had a strap that attached to the front of the belt. Alyssa was instructed to insert a butt plug, number six, inside him. She had never done anything like this before and tried to do it with the same consideration Ayden had used with her. His balls were hanging, exposed. There were two, thin leather straps hanging from the bottom of the sheath, and Chayton instructed her how to separate his testicles and fasten it to the back of the belt.
Chayton looked at his twins with delight, both in soft black leather, with their sex on display for him and everyone else to enjoy. He was not finished. There was one more ‘look’ to the outfits the slaves themselves would complete. “Alyssa, you are to keep Ayden hard enough at all times that the ridge under the head of his cock is exposed through the end of the sheath.” Alyssa’s shoulders sagged as she stared at the floor.
He got up and handed a remote to Ayden. “Ayden, you are to keep her wet and spread her juices so she glistens.” He went to the closet and came back with a whip. “You have one minute, or Alyssa will be punished.”
Alyssa was not responding to Chayton’s threat of punishment. She had buried herself in her own thoughts to escape the degradation of his new demands, and Ayden knew he would have to initiate the action. He pressed a low setting on the remote, and Alyssa felt an arousing vibration in her clit causing her to draw in a deep breath. She shifted her feet as the light current demanded her attention, and between the diabolical buzzing and the sight of Chayton holding the coiled whip at his side, she moistened obediently. Ayden reached between her legs, smearing the cream up her cleft.
Chayton felt himself spasm with arousal as he watched the dismay on her face. She knelt down and worked her small hands up and down Ayden’s shaft and around his sack, and a fascinated, anguished expression filled her eyes as she saw the head of his penis emerge from the opening. We’re going to have to constantly arouse each other to accomplish this, she thought miserably. As a drop oozed from the slit on the exposed tip of Ayden’s erection, her core muscles clenched, reminding her of the plug invading her other channel. She glanced at Ayden and the remote, pleading with her eyes and willing him to turn the damn thing off.
Chayton stroked Ayden’s cock, running his thumb around the weeping head and smiling as he ran a finger from his other hand up Alyssa’s slit. “Very good, my twins. You will be the envy of all,” he chuckled. The bulge in his tight leather pants was becoming painful as he reveled in desire at their misery. “Ayden, service me.”
“Yes, Master.” Ayden dropped to his knees and unleashed Chayton’s cock. Taking the hard length in his mouth, Ayden drove him down his throat while Chayton lifted Alyssa’s chin for a deep, passionate kiss. “You look lovely,” he whispered as he stroked her trembling slit, finally cumming deep down Ayden’s tight throat.
“After breakfast, we’ll check out the stables.” He looked at Alyssa and smiled. She was going to get to see her friends.
CHAPTER XI. CART WHEELS
After the three ponies were led through their morning exercise, they were brought to the equipment room. This made them nervous, and they shuffled their feet, panting while they were clipped to the hitching posts. After their harnesses were attached, the trainers removed the ponies’ slave collars and came back from the equipment table with three wide, thick collars. When buckled around their necks, these forced their chins up and kept them from turning their heads. Another strap went around their foreheads and attached with two straps to the rings in their mouths. Blinders stuck by Velcro tabs to the forehead strap, and left the girls’ vision limited to what was straight ahead. After the new headgear was secured, they were led to the arena where three light carts were waiting for them. Pretty Baby looked at the cart in wonder, remembering Master Constantine’s proud pony.
“Arturo, remember to go slow with Misty, no more than a walk,” Antonio ordered.
Arturo smiled at Misty. “Yes, trainer.” He began hooking her up to the trap.
Antonio reassured Pretty Baby. “The weight will be on your shoulders and hips. Don’t worry about where the straps are, Baby. Those are used for guiding.” He began to attach the series of leather straps.
“Remember that’s a correction harness, Diablo. Your guiding pulls are going to be much more extreme.” Antonio walked over to check the young trainer’s rigging. Two thin straps were clipped to the straps running down Copper’s cheeks. These in turn ran down her chest and clipped to her new nipple rings. Two more straps were clipped to the rings on her pussy lips, and these were clipped to the nipple rings as well, pulling the sore buds in two directions.
The wooden poles to the cart had eyebolts a few feet back from the ends of the shafts and the poles slid through loops on the sides of her harness. A leather strap went around her abdomen and was clipped to the eyebolts on the poles behind the harness loops. There was a large metal ring in her harness just below the center of her breasts, and two straps clipped to the ring on either side. The straps pulled under her mounds and these, too, were clipped to the eye bolts. The weight of the cart would be on her abdomen and chest.
Misty’s rigging differed in that rings were attached to the back shoulders of her harness instead of a center ring between her enhanced breasts. Reins were attached to the cheek straps.
Copper noticed that with her nipples and labia were attached to that strap and any motion on the reins would be painful. She whined at Diablo. “Ssh. I’m going to use the whip like we did yesterday. Remember your paces and I’ll only need the reins for guiding. We’ll be careful,” he encouraged. She grimaced her tentative smile through the bit. Copper noticed enviously that Baby’s rings were not attached to her reins.
The trainers climbed into the carts. Antonio put up a hand, indicating Arturo and Diablo should stay still while the ponies adjusted to the unaccustomed weight. When the booted shuffling stopped, Antonio flicked his reins. Pretty Baby leaned forward, pulling until the cart started rolling. Arturo got Misty going, allowing her time to position herself.
Diablo queried over the painful flick of the reins or a light flick with the wh
ip, and opted for the whip. Copper felt like a bee had stung her butt and lurched forward. She felt the end of the leather lash gently slide down the red welt and understood he had tried to use the least painful option.
Arturo guided Misty to the outside, keeping her at a steady walk. Antonio and Diablo worked their ponies through the faster paces on the inside. After an hour, the ponies were all brought back to a walk for a few minutes, and then stopped and the trainers gave the sweating ponies water.
Antonio walked over to Misty. “Arturo, get her knees up higher, like this.” He reached behind one of her knees and lifted. She was unable to look down with the collar holding her chin up, but she had a sense of where he placed it. When he let go of her leg, she lifted the other one, trying to mimic the move. Antonio smiled and put his crop under her thigh, lifting a little more. “Good girl, Misty. You’ll be able to feel where they need to be soon.” He reached in his pocket and put a small piece of honeyed sugar on her tongue, and her eyes widened in delight.
“We gotta’ keep this one. She is just too sweet, aren’t you, Misty girl?” Antonio stroked her damp head. “We may be able to figure out a way to use her for dressage. I might talk to medic and see what would happen if we pull the implants.” Misty was thrilled the trainer cared so much for her. She did not even mind the loss of her troublesome attributes.
Antonio walked over to Diablo, studied the welts on Copper’s bottom and raised an eyebrow. Diablo shrugged. “She looked pretty good through her paces and her knees are up,” Antonio said.
“I think we need to lose the training harness.” Copper’s shoulders and head leaned back, listening. “Although I love the stripes on her ass, they wouldn’t be necessary if I could rein her,” Diablo argued.
“Of course you can rein her. That’s the purpose of the harness.” Antonio pulled a rein. The tug traveled from the rein to her cheek strap, which in turn pulled her nipple ring, in turn pulling her labia ring. Copper shrieked. Antonio winked at Diablo, out of Copper’s sight.
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