Six Masters Island - De Lucia's Slaves (9 page)

Isabelle looked at the red new piercing, while Fallon and Andrea smiled at the pretty jewelry.
 
Andrea was getting used to her own odd look, as everyone seemed to make a big deal of how important she was going to be.
 
The two of them had been worried how Courtney was adjusting, especially since Megan had cratered on them.

The girls began exercises and concentrated on Demano’s instructions, not paying much attention to Isabelle who had managed to move behind Courtney.
 
In an exaggerated lunge, she brushed forward and ripped off the chain.

“Ouch…” Courtney squealed, when Isabelle’s hand brushed her nipple as she grabbed it.

“
So sorry
, Courtney.
 
I didn’t think I could reach that far,” Isabelle smiled.

“You give that back,” Courtney demanded.

Isabelle looked at the rings that were still in place, perfect little gold circles, in perfect little pink nipples… instead of ruined, torn and bleeding.

“I said… you give that back.
 
Master Richard gave that to me.”
 
Courtney was furious, and she stood with her hands on her hips glaring up at the slightly taller girl who was staring at her breasts in obvious disappointment.

Demano strode forward and grabbed Isabelle’s collar.
 
“Yes, give that back.
 
Now.”

“Fine,” Isabelle seethed, and she crushed the links in her hand so that the chain was bent instead of flowing in a smooth line, and threw it on the floor at Courtney’s feet.

Demano still held her collar and lifted her to her toes.
 
“I heard you were supposed to be smart, and I argued with Brian about his plans for you.
 
I should have known better than to question his judgment.”

For the first time, one of them was placed in the chains between the disks.
 
Having no tolerance for pain, Isabelle shrieked as the slow turn was made, arching her over the safety zone.
 
Demano was hooking the leads on the other girls while Courtney sobbed at the metal crumpled in her small hand.
 
She had tried to put it back on, but it was bent and would no longer reach.

“Why are you so mean?” she cried up at the hanging girl, while Fallon and Andrea shot daggered looks at the nasty woman.

The Masters appeared after jogging down the hallway.
 
Brian glanced at Richard, who was already trying to calm Courtney.
 
“Is she all right?”

“She’s fine, Brian.
 
Deal with that little bitch.”
 
Richard turned back to his slave.
 
“Courtney… Courtney stop crying.”

“She ruined it.”
 
The chain had made her feel so special, and she held the crumpled gold out to him.
 
“She ruined it, Master Richard.
 
Why?”

“I have several more in the room for you.”
 
He curled her long hair behind her ear, and swiped tears off her cheek with his thumb.
 
“Remember, I told you they might snag on things?
 
It’s a good thing I used magnets instead of clips, huh?”

“Yes, Master Richard.”
 
Courtney looked up at Isabelle.
 
“I don’t want to be around her, anymore.
 
She scares me.”
 
The shiny blue eyes looked up at him.
 
“I’ll stay in your room all the time if I have to, but I’ll miss Fallon and Andrea.”

“You won’t have to stay in the room, Courtney.”
 
Richard looked up at Brian, who was getting Isabelle down from the chains.
 
“Damn, Brian.
 
Courtney just went through her appointment with Adela, this morning.”

“I’ll handle it, Richard.
 
I’m sorry.
 
I keep thinking the stupid slut will learn,” Brian seethed.

Richard stood and gave Courtney a little push towards the other two girls.
 
“You go with Demano to the baths, and I’ll bring another down to you at dinner.”

“I wanted to show it to Anna,” Courtney sniffled.

“You can show her tomorrow.
 
Today she can see your pretty gold rings.
 
Go now, and stop that crying.”

“Yes, Master Richard.”

Dawson glared at the disgraced slave as Brian released the last restraint, and muttered, “I can’t believe I paid Devon extra for her.”

“Dawson, he’s been trying to get one over on us for years.
 
Let him enjoy his laugh over it,” Sienna replied.
 
“Brian, you need to deal with her.”

“Dammit, Sienna, I know.
 
I’ll keep her in my room until things are ready.”

CHAPTER V

Brian did not even bother with the leash, as he slid his hand through Isabelle’s collar and dragged her in front of the other Masters.
 
He pushed her down to her knees in front of Richard.
 
“Apologize,” he ordered.

Isabelle had managed to shake off the jolting effects of the collar, and looked up into her Master’s gray eyes.
 
“Master, she provoked me.
 
I’m new here, and she came strutting in front of me to show off her new jewelry.
 
I was going to tell her that you were going to give me much finer things, but she…”

Sienna gripped the top of Isabelle’s head.
 
“You have
so
got to be fucking kidding me.
 
Courtney
?
 
Strutting
?”
 
Sienna looked at Brian.
 
“Do you have plans for her this afternoon?”

Brian looked a little uneasy.
 
“We’ve never had one miss the baths before, but it this situation I believe it is warranted.”

“She’ll probably have to be caged tonight.”
 
Sienna lifted Isabelle by her collar.
 
“Do you mind if Richard and I borrow her for a few hours?” Sienna asked, in a voice that was so sweet the brothers wanted to laugh.

Dawson interjected, “Only if Brian and I can have ring-side seats.”

Sienna said, “Deal.
 
The Jorgenson contract can wait until tomorrow.”

Isabelle actually got nervous when all four of the Masters led her back to Sienna’s quarters.
 
Her mind worked to figure out which one to play on, when Richard said, “Demano just texted to say Courtney is fine, and I suggested he join us.”

Sienna smiled.
 
“I might have you sit this one out with our brothers, Richard.
 
It’s been a long time since Demano and I have had fun.”

It was no secret between the brothers that when Sienna needed a man Demano held her pussy in his fist.
 
“I’d probably kill the bitch, so it’s good with me,” Richard muttered.

The men turned their chairs and poured drinks, while Sienna pulled Isabelle towards an arched wooden wheel.
 
Demano walked in rubbing his hands, and he gave Sienna a quick peck on the cheek.
 
“Do I get to play?
 
It was my exercise regime she interrupted.”

“Absolutely, my dear.
 
My brothers want to see Masters at work.”

“Oh, please,” Brian muttered.

“This could be interesting, Brian.
 
I’ve never seen Sienna and Demano work together before,” Richard said.

Isabelle discounted what she considered to be an obligatory kiss from Demano to Sienna, and played towards him.
 
“I’m sorry, Master Demano.
 
I thought Courtney was trying to disrespect Master Richard by showing off her jewelry to you.”

Sienna shook her head, and looked back at Brian.
 
“She just never quits, does she?”

Brian shrugged, with a smile tugging the corner of his mouth.
 
Now, they could see what he was dealing with.

Demano surprised Sienna by moving in.
 
“Ah, Isabelle, those three, they make things so difficult for you.”
 
He brushed a finger down the side of her face and watched her pupils dilate with the success of her plan.

Isabelle had to work on forcing the tears… it had been a while.
 
“Yes,” she pouted.
 
“I knew you would understand, being an outsider here like me.”

“Yes, Isabelle,” Demano murmured in his thick accent.
 
“I understand perfectly.”
 
He turned back towards Brian, and flashed his Latino smile.
 
“Master De Lucia, do you mind if Mistress Sienna and I show Isabelle an alternative to your plans for her?”

The three brothers sat back.
 
This
, was going to be good.
 
“Please, because I plan to begin her new training in the morning,” Brian replied.

Sienna had retreated to the bathroom, and returned in complete ‘Mistress’ regalia.
 
She wore a tight corset exposing her breasts, thong panties, high black heels, long fingerless gloves, and she had had fluffed out her hair until it looked like a dark brown halo.
 
Demano took one look at her and grabbed her around the waist.
 
“Oh my, Sienna, how do you expect me to concentrate on this slut?”

Richard leaned over and whispered, “Apparently, things have become a little more embroiled than we thought.”

“Give sis her due.
 
Three brothers, and for a decade, all we’ve brought back are girls to train.
 
She told me she leads him on a leash when they’re alone,” Dawson chuckled softly.

“Demano, business...
 
always business first,” Sienna purred.
 
She turned her gray eyes on Isabelle.
 
“Yes, so unfair.
 
Poor Isabelle, always the outcast, and never her fault.”

Isabelle eyed her warily.
 
This one was smart, and almost as cagey as she was, but there was no way this Mistress would support a sniveling little nothing like Courtney, for her brother.
 
“Mistress, Courtney is playing her little girl act.
 
A strong Master like Richard needs a strong Mistress beside him.”

“Holy shit… did she just say I should throw Courtney for her?” Richard whispered.

“I believe her loyalty has changed yet again, Richard.
 
Honestly, I need a scorecard,” Dawson chuckled.
 
“I think the only one she has missed has been Lucille.”

“She hasn’t had dinner, yet.”
 
Brian rolled his eyes.
 
“I can’t get a fuckin’ line on her.
 
That’s why I suggested what I did.”

“Let’s let Demano and Sienna have their fun.
 
It will be interesting to see how they work together, and Isabelle certainly deserves the punishment,” Richard suggested.

Sienna was speaking to Isabelle.
 
“Richard is enthralled by Courtney’s innocence, and your experience is intimidating.”

Richard bit his tongue at that.
 
‘Fuck you very much, Sienna.’

Sienna had led the girl over to a wooden arched wheel with Demano holding her other arm.
 
“Not me, Isabelle.
 
I recognize and appreciate the signs of an experienced woman.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” Isabelle replied uneasily.
 
She leaned into Demano, and stroked his inner thigh.
 
It had always worked on Constantine.

Demano leaned down and whispered, “Over the arch, Isabelle.
 
Let me see you stretched out, in all of your beauty.”

Isabelle looked up coyly.
 
“You won’t let her whip me, will you Demano?”

“Absolutely not, Isabelle.
 
I merely want to see all of you,” Demano said seductively.
 
While Isabelle lay back, his eyes fixed on Sienna and he smiled.

Sienna was strapping Isabelle’s wrists over the arch and securing the back of her collar.
 
Isabelle was distracted by Demano, kissing her thighs as he spread and secured her ankles to the outside of the wheel.
 
Once in position, Demano knelt in front of Sienna.
 
“Mistress, this is how you want the slut prepared?”

“You bastard,” Isabelle shrieked, and began to battle her restraints.
 
She was further enraged by the laughter of the men from the seating area.

“Except for a ring,” Sienna suggested.
 
“I think I’ve had enough of her silly suggestions.”

Demano quickly fixed a ring in the girl’s mouth, and Sienna trailed a sharp nail down her jaw.
 
“Brian has other plans for you, but right now we’ll see how you do as a ‘companion pony’.
 
Do you know what that is?
 
It’s a pony that prepares the horse for the race.
 
That is what you will do, Isabelle.
 
You will prepare Demano and me for our race.”

Sienna slipped off her thong, and spread over Isabelle’s face.
 
She felt the warm breath of the girl’s screams across her crotch.
 
“Candle, Demano.
 
Black beeswax, please.
 
The dye makes the hot wax heavier.”

Demano grabbed a black candle, and set a lit white one on the shelf within Sienna’s reach to light it.
 
“Please, Mistress,” he begged.

“Unleash your cock, Demano.
 
With this stupid slut, I will need the visual aid.”

“Thank you, Mistress Sienna.”

The brothers watched in fascination.
 
“Did you have any idea it had gone this far?” Brian asked.

Dawson shrugged.
 
“With Sienna driving the cart, what did you expect?”

“Straddle her pussy, Demano, and rub your balls on her clit.
 
Do not let her cum, though.”

“Yes, Mistress.”
 
Demano shed his tight leather pants, and climbed into position.

Isabelle screamed.
 
Her back was hurting from the stiff wood she was arched over, and the musky liquid smell of Sienna was already rubbed across her lips.
 
She felt Demano’s weight across her pelvis, and his tight balls brushed across her pussy.
 
It did nothing to arouse her, as her focus was on avoiding the groomed wiry hair pressing down on her mouth.
 
She felt a singe of burning wax on her nipple and screamed again.
 
Isabelle’s low tolerance to pain had already cost her the chance of stealing Chayton away from Ayden on Six Masters Island.

A thread of ooze passed into the ring from Sienna’s pussy after she dropped the wax onto Isabelle’s nipple.
 
The girl’s shudders, and the hot breath from her screams shooting into her channel, made her squeeze in sadistic pleasure as she looked into Demano’s equally impassioned gaze.
 
She sat down fully, blocking the girl’s nose and sealing her slit over the girl’s mouth.

Sienna lifted when she felt the girl begin to struggle for air, and said, “You seem so determined to please one of the Masters, Isabelle.
 
I’m giving you that chance to prove yourself.
 
I had better begin feeling that tongue of yours treating me to the pleasure you keep promising my brothers.”
 
Sienna lowered her hips again, and the girl continued her muffled shrieks and sobs.
 
She approached the young woman’s uncoated nipple with the candle, and a drop of black wax teetered on the edge.

“Please me with your mouth,” Sienna demanded, “or you will be playing our game until the wax arouses me enough to cum.”

Demano watched with a fascinated stare as Sienna allowed the thick black wax to drip.
 
The girl screamed and clenched her pussy against his balls, and he sucked in a hot breath.
 
God, he needed to be inside the Mistress, and the torment of this slow game would torture him as well as the slave spread beneath him.
 
He reached out to pinch and roll Sienna’s dark nipples, carefully avoiding distracting her from her game.
 
His cock was filled to bursting, and it bounced on the slave girl’s pubis while waiting for its turn at Sienna’s moist pussy.

Sienna leaned forward, allowing the girl a breath through her nose, and placing her clit directly over the ring.
 
Her juices continued to trail into the open mouth, and the girl continued to shriek and wail in horror and pain.
 
She was useless, Sienna decided, except as a mild enhancement towards her arousal, though she was certain to get more pleasure from any of the toys in her nightstand.
 
However, her lover had managed to distract her with his fingers tugging at her tight nipples, and she edged closer to his trembling cock with her candle.

Demano could see the excited glaze of her gray eyes, and imagined the lust filling them further with her new torture.
 
He waggled his cock on top of the girl’s belly, and Sienna dripped the candle just above the rib of his strained muscle, causing him to hiss as it ran down the side of his crown.
 
She leaned over, spread on top of the slave, and blew on his cock until the wax cooled.
 
She used the tips of two nails to peel the wax off, and looked into Demano’s dark eyes.
 
Neither one of them would last much longer at this dangerous foreplay, so she lifted his cock and pushed him back, exposing the slit of the slave and, without further ceremony, dripped a pool of dark liquid across her clit and down the crevice.

Sienna rose quickly and held out her hand to Demano, and said breathlessly over her shoulder, “I am done with the useless bitch, Brian.
 
She will be no good to a Mistress, either.”

Sienna and Demano were already wrapped around each other in her large bed, and the men walked over to the quivering slave.
 
They peeled off the wax with no attention to tenderness, and Richard helped Brian unbind her.
 
“Other than the brothels, I guess your training idea might earn us at least our money back on her,” Dawson said.

“It will be a slim showing at auction this year, with two that are already pre-sells,” Brian commented.

“It gives someone else a chance, and will have the buyers more than ready to open their wallets the following year,” Dawson replied.

Brian leashed Isabelle and led her back to his apartment, and other than a few shuddering sniffles, the girl remained silent.
 
His cock had been straining against the tight fabric of his pants since he had watched Sienna’s display.
 
Without preamble, he dragged the girl over to a chair and sat down.
 
“Suck me.
 
From what I gather, you can at least accomplish
that
with some proficiency.”