She knelt without being asked and Ayden pulled her back against his chest. He caressed her gently and stretched her ass with his fingers to prepare her, and entered slowly. Chayton hooked Alyssa’s hands behind Ayden’s back, where they rested on the top of his butt. Ayden’s hands were fixed together across her belly, and he began caressing her trembling flesh. Ankle cuff’s were hooked to their partner’s, and they were once again immobilized.
Chayton thumbed the remote in his pocket up a notch and waited for Alyssa’s predictable gasp. Preston and Sean glanced over from their discussion, instantly mesmerized by the aroused faces of the twins. Within minutes almost everyone was passing looks at them as they continued their discussion.
Julienne was the last to notice. “Goodie. I bet a thousand they make it, um, five minutes.” He started a contest that all agreed Chayton could not enter.
Constantine studied Alyssa, realizing she was actually in control of the situation. “Seven, if Chayton leaves the remote on that setting.”
Chayton raised his brow. Apparently, his secret was out. “Not fair,” muttered Julienne.
Alyssa was horrified at being the source of their game. She was fighting the torture of the vibrator and Ayden’s quivering shaft. Everyone was watching them now, and she wondered once again how she could feel such aroused passion with an audience.
“God, Alyssa,” Ayden muffled into her neck and lightly nipped her. “Please,” he begged.
Alyssa felt his fingers dip to her drenched, spread slit and her eyes closed as the flush started to spread. No one here. It’s just me and Ayden alone, she tried to visualize. Two fingers thrust into her channel and she convulsed violently, causing her rectum to tightly squeeze Ayden’s shaft. He started plunging his fingers in and out, and she spasmed tightly around him in release. “Aaah. Aaah, god,” she hissed through her clenched teeth.
Ayden’s climax was just as impassioned, and the Masters’ eyes glistened with desire. Sean had the oriental woman on her knees, mouth working his cock as he rocked to orgasm shortly after the twins. “That was great. I almost don’t mind losing,” Julienne declared. He asked Chayton about the embedded vibrator.
Chayton showed him the remote. “Can I try it?” Julienne asked mischievously.
“Of course. I’ve never turned it all the way, so be careful with my little prize.” Chayton stood near to grab the control if necessary.
Alyssa groaned in humiliation as she felt the vibrator turned up from a pleasant buzz to a demanding pulse, and Ayden felt her muscles begin to throb as he hardened within her again. “Oh, shit,” he whispered. “Why would he give that idiot a toy?”
The remote went up to the final setting. “Ayee!” Alyssa hissed, and adrenaline gave her the strength to lift up and slam back down on Ayden. This caused him to pull her back so he could plunge deeper. In this position, Alyssa had a little room to lift and thrust onto him, and they were soon in a quick, though constricted, steady motion.
They quickly climaxed and fell to their sides in exhaustion, still joined. Chayton grabbed the remote from Julienne and mercifully turned it off. He laughed, “I think you’ve completely wasted my poor twins for the remainder of the evening.”
The medic watched, fascinated with the results of his experiment. He made note that if Julienne ever ordered one, he would tone down the settings.
“Brazil,” Chayton called, “you and Ramone escort the twins to their room. I think they’ve had quite enough party for one night.”
Alyssa and Ayden were unhooked from each other and they smiled weakly in appreciation. As they were being led away, Chayton gazed at the copious juices glistening on their thighs.
Slaves and ponies were gathered as the party dispersed. Julienne was already talking to the medic as they walked away. “Dangerous toy for that young man,” Chayton mused.
When Chayton returned to the room, his twins were kneeling on their pillow. Their heads had fallen to the bed and they were facing each other, asleep. He made a loud production of closing the door, and they bolted up and quickly dropped their eyes.
“Into bed, both of you. You’ve earned your rest tonight,” he stated.
The twins climbed under the covers leaving space for Chayton between them, and they drifted back to sleep quickly. Chayton joined them in bed minutes later and he turned towards Alyssa’s curled form. He reached between her thighs and began to lubricate her. She moaned in her sleep and pushed back against his hand.
Chayton curled an arm around her waist and pulled her closer, and slowly entered her wet core. Sleeping soundly, Ayden threw an arm around Chayton and snuggled closer against his back. Chayton pressed into Alyssa gently, and was aroused further when he felt Ayden’s flaccid penis against his ass. Alyssa was waking. “Shh,” he whispered.
His hand moved up to her firm breast and he lightly batted the nipple ring. As he neared a gentle climax, he buried his face in her hair. His hands found her hips and pulled her back so he filled her completely as he spilled into her. “Go back to sleep, my love.” Alyssa curled her fingers around his, and nodded off.
CHAPTER XIV. BELINDA
Alyssa had seen Chayton talk to Julienne, and then Rene was removed from the auction. She presumed she had been sold to the odd Master. Chayton became irritated when she brought up any of her former teammates, so she avoided asking him and tried to console herself with the knowledge that at least they were still all on the same island.
Talking with the ponies was out of the question. They were in their own world now. Paige, Becka and Danielle were at least together and saw each other every day. She hoped Sandi was all right and that her new Master was kind. Alyssa was getting depressed. She missed her friends, and with the anniversary of her mother’s death only a few days away she found herself thinking of her life before.
Ayden noticed her becoming more subdued and mentioned it to Chayton. The Indian could see her sadness. When pressed, she finally told him what was bothering her. “Would you feel better if you knew Rene was all right?”
“Yes Master. I worry about her. She’s not as strong as she tries to make people believe,” Alyssa admitted.
“I’ll see what I can arrange,” he replied.
Chayton left the twins at the house and walked over to the stables. He watched his new ponies for a few minutes, and when Antonio approached him he asked about Rene.
“I’ve renamed her Belinda, Master. I didn’t want her reminded of Helo. She was very upset about her time with him.”
“Alyssa would like to see her. I thought perhaps we could have lunch,” Chayton suggested. “She is your slave, and if you would prefer not to, I’ll understand.”
“I think she would like that. Come back to my room and see how she’s changed, Master.” Antonio tied Pretty Baby off and walked towards the stable.
Chayton followed him to the trainer’s quarters. “Arturo and Diablo had a door put in between their rooms. I think they’ve become quite close when they aren’t with their ponies,” Antonio chuckled.
At the end of the hall, they entered Antonio’s suite. Belinda had her back to them and she was looking out the window with an easel and paints in front of her. She was so caught up in her work that it was several moments before she noticed they had entered the room
“She paints beautiful landscapes. Eventually, I may take her inland so she can paint the shore from the mountains,” Antonio whispered.
Chayton was amazed at the change in the slave. Antonio had cut her hair short and it ruffled out haphazardly as though she had just tumbled out of bed. She wore a lavender slave dress and had gained about twenty pounds. The sharp angles of her face had softened, and a roundness to her breasts and bottom had emerged.
“Belinda,” Antonio called softly.
She turned around in her chair and the smile on her lips froze, eyes widening in fear at the sight of the Master. She scrambled out of her chair and shook in position at his feet.
Chayton winced. It bothered him more than he wanted to admit
that this woman was so frightened of him. It was not the respect due the Master; this was truly fear. Chayton reached his hand down under her chin and lifted her face. “You look lovely, Belinda.”
“Thank you, Master.” Her voice was so low it seemed she was merely moving her lips.
“Alyssa is concerned about you. She wants to know that you’re all right,” Chayton continued to speak softly. He enjoyed the respect of being a Master his slaves wanted to serve and quickly dismissed those that would not conform. Chayton did not like to admit errors, but it had been a mistake to let Helo use this girl.
“Master Antonio is good to me.” Tears filled her eyes and she looked at Antonio. “Please don’t let him take me away.” She was terrified at her outburst.
“I’m not taking you away, Belinda. I’ve asked Antonio to bring you to the house for lunch tomorrow. Afterwards, he’ll bring you right back here. You belong to him,” Chayton explained. “Alyssa has been depressed. Perhaps you can help cheer her up.”
“It’s the anniversary of her mom’s death. We stayed together at the end while she went through it and she was a mess for months afterwards. I’d like to visit with her. Thank you, Master,” Belinda said in her quiet voice.
Belinda was sent back to her painting and the men left the room. “You’ve been good for her,” Chayton admitted.
“I think my expertise at training has helped. She’s come a long way. When she first got here she was suicidal, waiting for the other shoe to drop. I changed her looks to distance her from what she’d been through,” Antonio supplied.
“You did a wonderful job with her. That’s the sign of a good Master. I’ll make sure Helo’s not around tomorrow,” Chayton added.
“I appreciate that. If it’s not too much, it might be better if Terrant was kept busy, too. We’ll be over around noon, Master.” Antonio headed back to the arena.
Pretty Baby knew about Sandi and at first she was jealous. She had no idea what had happened to her after they had left the induction room. Sandi snuck down to Pretty Baby’s stall one night when Antonio was called to the main house. She knew Paige was the pony Antonio was training.
She told her what had happened with Helo and about the auction. She hoped Paige would understand how badly she needed to stay with the trainer. Sandi said she was amazed with her racing skill and told her how the whole island was waiting for the race between her and Sundown. She was proud Antonio would be training the winner.
Pretty Baby gave her restricted nod, and when Sandi moved closer she rubbed her shoulder against her. She knew this situation was not Sandi’s fault. Pretty Baby was a pony. Her job was to race and win, and she looked forward to the challenge.
Alyssa and Ayden were in the room reading when Chayton called them to lunch. Alyssa rose silently and followed him out to the pool. There was a table next to theirs, set for two, and it piqued her curiosity. As she began to climb onto the stool, Chayton stopped her. “You sit over there.” He nudged her towards the two-top.
It unsettled her to be apart from Chayton and Ayden, and she looked over at them anxiously. Her attention was caught by a couple coming around the side of the house from the direction of the stables. It was the head trainer, Antonio, and a pretty blonde woman. As they got closer, she could see it was Sandi and her face broke out in a huge smile. Her eyes filled as she looked over at Chayton. “Thank you, Master.”
He nodded back with a smile. “Go say hi.”
Alyssa jumped to her feet and ran over to her. “Alyssa, Belinda has been looking forward to seeing you.” Alyssa caught the reference to Sandi’s new name.
“Oh, Belinda. I’ve been so worried about you.” Alyssa threw her arms around her friend. They walked back to Chayton and Ayden, and everyone sat down.
Chayton and Antonio discussed the ponies and training. Alyssa and Belinda leaned their heads close together while they talked. “He’s really nice to me, Alyssa. I think he knew I was ready to end it by the time I was given to him. For the first week, he hardly touched me. He just kept bringing me all this food and insisting I eat it all. Then, one day, he took out the scissors and started whacking away at my hair.”
“It looks great. You look great. I’m so happy for you. I was scared to death when they put you on the auction stage,” Alyssa confided.
“I hardly remember it. Antonio asked the Master for me. The Master offered to buy him that pretty girl, Isabelle, and Antonio told him no, he wanted me. He told me he could see how beautiful I was. He’s so good to me. He’s even brought me supplies so I can paint while he’s busy training.” Belinda looked over and made sure Antonio was still busy talking.
“Of course, it takes time to get used to the sex stuff. Antonio likes to tie me up. Luckily, he gets enough whipping out of his system with the ponies. Sometimes he ties me up and keeps me right on the edge until I beg. He’s incredible. How are you? I couldn’t imagine having to stay with the Master. He’s so mean,” Belinda shivered.
“He’s not really mean. The estate with all the slaves requires him to be strict. This place would be a mess without him.” Alyssa found herself defending him. “If you think Antonio keeps you on edge, you have no idea. Some of the things Master Chayton puts Ayden and me through are sheer torture. He loves to watch us in agony with need, and then push us into oblivion. I don’t think I could ever go back to what we thought was normal before,” Alyssa admitted.
“Ayden looks nice.” Belinda caught the handsome blonde man glancing at Alyssa uncomfortably. “I don’t think he likes you talking with me.”
“Ayden’s sweet. He’s sort of my caretaker. I don’t think I’ve been allowed to brush my hair twice since I’ve met him. Chayton was his lover before I joined them and he’s always by my side. I think he’d rather be sitting with us,” Alyssa explained.
Belinda looked up and caught Antonio’s attention. “Are you all right, Belinda?”
“Yes, Master. I was wondering if Ayden could join us for a while,” she asked.
Ayden looked at Chayton hopefully. “Why don’t you take your tea over to the other table? I’m sure Alyssa’s missing you.”
Ayden smiled and sat down next to Alyssa. He found her hand under the table and she squeezed his in return. “Ayden, this is Belinda.”
“Hi. I heard Antonio and the Master talking. You’re an artist?” Ayden inquired politely.
“Self-taught,” she replied.
“She’s real good. She was always sketching in school. She’d have three pictures to one page of class work in her notebook,” Alyssa laughed.
“I have an idea,” Ayden said. He looked up at Chayton. “Master, may I show Belinda our room?”
“Stay out of mine,” he ordered. Chayton figured someone needed a bathroom break and they were being polite.
The women were curious as they followed Ayden into the house. When they got to the room, he found paper and a pencil and handed them to Belinda. “Alyssa, take the dress off and sit on the window seat.”
“What?” she asked.
“Hurry. Belinda, you’ll have to draw quickly.” Ayden rushed back from the bathroom with a brush and sat behind Alyssa. “Just like this. Come on, quickly.”
Belinda had a good sketch in about five minutes. “Okay, Alyssa get dressed again.”
Alyssa pulled on her dress and the three of them studied the rough picture and Belinda added a few more facial details.
“Can you make it look like sunset?” Ayden asked.
“Of course. No problem. What’s this about?” Belinda asked.
“Antonio kept telling Chayton he could never repay him for you. Chayton just said to make sure Pretty Baby ran a good race. Alyssa, haven’t you noticed how the Master happens to appear at his door while I’m brushing your hair in the evening. I bet he’d love a portrait of us like that.” Ayden was proud of his idea.
“Oh, my gosh! He’s right, Belinda. It would be the perfect gift for him. Could you do it?” Alyssa knew she could.
“Thank you, Ayden. Anton
io and I have both been trying to figure out how to let him know how much we appreciate him letting us stay together. I guarantee it will be perfect.” Belinda folded the sketch and tucked it into her slave cuff.
There were no promises to see each other again. That depended on the Masters. When they got back to their room, out of the sight of any house slaves, Alyssa broke position and threw her arms around Chayton’s waist. “Thank you. Thank you so much for today, Master.”
Chayton stroked her hair, letting her emotion expend itself. “And how do you plan on repaying me?” he chuckled.
She backed away and looked up at him. “I’m sure you’ll think of something, Master.”
Chayton caught the flash of desire in her eyes. “Strip, twins,” he ordered.
CHAPTER XV. THE PORTRAIT
The auction had been hanging over the heads of every slave as the time neared, and all of them were on best behavior as they could be included with those being shipped out at the Master’s whim. The two new male slaves, Armand and Marik, were especially nervous. They still felt like they were on trial.
Finally, the big day arrived, and it turned out to be not nearly as big an ordeal as Alyssa had imagined. Ayden told her it was only a big deal to the slaves being auctioned. Three slave-traders came to the island. Everyone knew the Masters already picked the best for their estates, and anyone being auctioned off Six Masters Island was either inferior in looks or behavior. They were most likely headed to the bordellos.
New acquisitions were unaware of this and sometimes thought they were upgrading their conditions by being sent away. Isabelle knew differently. She had heard the stories soon after arriving and had even used the threat on other slaves to try to further her ambitions.
She was miserably crying in her cell when the slave-traders came into the holding barracks. A large, cruel looking man with dark hair and trimmed goatee observed her. “Position,” the barracks Captain snarled.
Isabelle stood by the bars with her eyes lowered. “Well, at least she knows the basics,” the man said. “Who did she belong to?” Devon was curious. The young woman was pretty enough, but he caught a deceitful glint in her gaze as she stood.
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