Six Masters Island - Chaytons Twins

by Candace Smith

  Unobserved, Chayton quietly entered the room. Ayden appeared mesmerized, staring at Alyssa’s peaceful sleeping face with adoration, and running his fingers lightly through her hair. He glanced up and saw Chayton standing in the doorway, and walked over to embrace him. “Maybe we should let her sleep. She’s exhausted, Master,” he whispered.

  Chayton turned Ayden and pushed him towards his bedroom. He smiled to himself at Ayden’s obvious anxiety, feeling his cock twitch imagining his lover’s discomfort. Walking over to Alyssa, he trailed his hand down the length of her silky hair. He gently scooped her up and walked back into his room where Ayden was kneeling by the bed.

  The room was lit by the moonlight shining in through the full-length windows. Alyssa felt like she was floating and smelled a nice, spicy scent as her head rested against the warmth of Chayton’s bare chest.

  He stood beside Ayden, holding the small, sleeping woman in his strong arms. Ayden reached over and helped him out of his tight leather pants. Chayton sat down on the bed with Alyssa on his lap and motioned for Ayden to get up on the bed.

  Ayden got behind him on his knees and ran his fingers through the Indian’s long dark hair, looking over his broad shoulder at Alyssa. Chayton trailed his fingers down her side. She shivered a little and snuggled in closer to him, and both men smiled at her reaction. His fingers moved closer to her breast letting his thumb glide over her nipple. Even in sleep, it puckered immediately and she rubbed her head on his chest and sighed.

  Chayton’s touch became a little harder, and on one pass he gently pinched her nipple and allowed his hand to cross her hip to her thigh. He felt her tense as she began to awaken. Slowly, her trembling started and her quivering served to arouse Chayton even further.

  Alyssa thought she was dreaming and she remembered being so cold, shivering on a cement floor. Now she felt warmth, and moved closer to the source. Someone, Danni maybe, was brushing her side trying to comfort her, and she had been scared for so long the caress was calming. A hand was rubbing down her side harder now and traveling over her breast, and she tried to clear her head as she felt her nipple pinched. By the time the hand reached her thigh, she was awake enough to remember where she was.

  In her confused semi-awakened state, her mind scrambled to figure out what was going on. A hand moved up her thigh towards her pussy and she squirmed back into a stiff erection. As the hand continued up under the hem of the shirt, she tried to push it away. “No,” she whimpered, fearfully looking up into Master Chayton’s face. His eyes glittered black in the moonlight. “Please.” She tried to push up off his lap and his arm tightened around her. His other hand held her chin firmly and his lips pressed down onto hers.

  She struggled as his tongue slid in her mouth and the arm gripping her tightened. Another arm was caressing her back and she realized Ayden was with them. As her mind searched frantically for a way to break free, she became aware of the kiss.

  The tongue thrust through her lips was moving slowly, searching every part of her mouth. It was the deepest, most passionate kiss she had ever experienced. She vacillated between struggling to break free and needing the exploring sensation in her mouth. At some point, her own tongue stopped pushing back at the intrusion.

  The hand on her back, Ayden’s hand, had reached up under the shirt and was stroking bare skin from her shoulder blades to her bottom. Although quivering and no doubt teary eyed, Chayton noticed with satisfaction that she was not trying to scream in protest. He released her chin and cupped the back of her head as her struggles lessened.

  Alyssa felt the comforting assault from too many areas. Her friends were unable to help her and she had no idea where any of them had been taken. She felt isolated and was so tired of being afraid, and had no idea how to get away. She just wanted to go home. There was the sensation of a door in her mind being closed as the realization that she would not escape this claimed her, and she realized with certainty, that her future belonged to this man.

  Panicked and angry, she pushed at Chayton and his grip tightened further, trapping her hands between them. Exhaustion eventually took over and she stopped fighting. Chayton felt her body relax, and sensing her defeat he loosened his hold on her and the hand on the back of her head dropped to rest on her shoulder. Alyssa leaned back. Her green eyes were shining with tears. “Please don’t hurt me,” she whispered.

  He smiled and claimed her mouth again. Ayden’s hands reached around her and she tensed as she felt him begin to caress her stomach. As his hands began moving towards her chest she made a weak effort to move away. Chayton once more tightened his grip, never losing contact with her mouth. Ayden’s hand fondled her breast and stroked gently across the peak.

  Despite her fear, Alyssa was aware of the slick dampness of arousal in her core, and Chayton felt her pussy clenching gently on his thigh. Finally releasing her mouth, he guided her down onto the bed beside him. Ayden maneuvered behind her, continuing to gently massage and squeeze her taut nipples.

  Her head was resting on Chayton’s chest while he stroked her. With his strong, muscled thigh between her legs and Ayden pressed along the length of her back, she was effectively pinned. She shivered slightly in anticipation and fear, her puzzled mind fighting an ineffectual battle as she squeezed her eyes shut.

  Ayden looked up at Chayton for approval, and his Master smiled down at him. Ayden let his hand leave the attention to her nipple and move slowly towards her mound. Alyssa pressed into Chayton in a weak attempt to stall Ayden’s progress. She felt his hand move between Chayton’s thigh and her wet slit.

  At the first touch along her folds she pressed her thighs together as closely as she could, but with Chayton’s leg keeping her separated, Ayden had little trouble gaining access. He trailed a slender finger down her length and she gasped, liquid cream drooling from her core. Her tiny fists clenched tightly on Chayton’s chest and she tried to will herself away from the tryst.

  Chayton continued to gently caress her, maintaining his hold. I’m not here. This isn’t right. It isn’t happening, she screamed in her mind. Slowly, the effectiveness of Ayden’s touch wore down her internal battle as her body’s responses took over and she started pushing into his hand.

  Chayton pulled the hem of the shirt up over her head until she lay naked between the two men, eyes still closed, while Ayden’s attentions to her wet pussy never stopped. The length of a finger entered her core and she pressed into his hand, her walls squeezing against him as his thumb found the stiff nub of her clit.

  She whimpered a soft, worried protest, and Chayton started kissing her neck. Her hand reached out, tentatively grabbing his tight bicep, holding on as Chayton’s mouth moved lower to a breast. He began suckling the tight peak, occasionally nipping gently at the swollen bead.

  Her quivering contractions continued as Ayden coaxed her to climax, pinching and rubbing her clit as his finger slipped in and out of her wet channel. Alyssa surrendered to the passion, the rebellious thoughts of struggle reduced to silent background noise, fading with her arousal. A small corner of her mind contained a flicker of embarrassment as she felt herself flow into the sensation of her impending release.

  Chayton left her breast and leaned over her, studying her face as he felt her begin to shudder. Her closed eyes were leaking silent tears and her face showed the strain of denial. As he cupped her chin, forcing her to face him, her shuddering pants were followed closely by small thrusts into Ayden’s hand. Chayton splayed a broad hand across her belly, holding her down.

  Alyssa tried to move her hips away and Ayden got between her legs, spreading her thighs over his shoulders and replacing his hand with his lips and mouth. His tongue explored the length of her cleft, entering her as it passed over her hole. After a few plunges, he spread her lips wide and began sucking and nipping at her sensitive bead.

  Alyssa thrust her hips towards the assault, opening her eyes as her explosive climax erupted. Frozen in release, she was looking into Chayton’s dark stare as he watched her expression
. Disbelief, passion, denial and misery flashed like a strobe light across her features, and Chayton’s erection stiffened further while he watched his new twins’ first shared orgasm.

  Ayden finished lapping her juices and moved up on the bed, and Chayton nestled between her spread thighs. As his rigid shaft sought entrance, Ayden leaned down to kiss her. Alyssa looked into his eyes with embarrassed misery, but he smiled compassionately and lowered his head to hers. As their lips met, Chayton plunged deep within her. She moaned, and at the same time she tasted her own arousal in Ayden’s mouth.

  Chayton knelt and grasped her hips, pulling her further onto him. She reached her arms to Ayden and held tightly to him, burying her face in his neck as Chayton continued to thrust into her. Shamefully, she felt another climax approaching. With the Indian holding her hips she had no choice but to let the orgasm wash over her, pussy clenching tightly to his thick flesh.

  She felt him erupt inside her before the last of her spasms subsided. A low roar emitted from Chayton as he plunged deeply, expelling the last of his seed deep inside.

  When it was over, Chayton lay down next to her and Ayden wrapped his arms around her from behind. Chayton kissed her forehead. “Good girl,” he murmured.

  It was a long time before the caresses of the men helped her fall asleep.

  CHAPTER VII. STALLED

  Paige walked the short distance, looking around her stall. Finally, she gave in to her aching feet and sat down, and her mind roamed the incomprehensible possibilities of her situation.

  She was being trained and treated like a human horse for racing. Paige had spent a brief year running track in high school, only for the credit. In Florida, she liked air conditioned, inside sports much better. Except for early morning jogs during the brief months of cool weather, she had not run in almost five years and hated it. Her leash was too short to reach the wall to signal Danni, but she could hear the girl pacing as she had done earlier.

  At least Danni and Becka were with her, and she wondered briefly what had happened to Lindsey and Sandi. The cute blonde man with the Master seemed to be studying Lindsey. No matter how bad her situation was here at the stables, Paige was much better off being away from the Master, she thought.

  She heard the door to her stall open and looked up with wary eyes to see her trainer enter. He walked over to her and grasped her arms to help her stand, and she shivered as his hands began roaming her body. Back and front they passed over her breasts, bottom and pussy, and then continued a more thorough examination of her thighs, knees and calves.

  The lights in the hall dimmed, casting shadows across the stall. The trainer unclipped the long leash and took a shorter leather out of his pocket, attached it to her collar and led her over to the mattress in the corner. Pushing her to her knees, he hooked her to the wall. She started to lie down, grateful to rest her exhausted mind and body.

  Antonio gripped her arm, keeping her kneeling in front of him. His other hand reached for his zipper and she tried to back away. “Easy girl.”

  Easy girl, my ass, Paige thought. She tried to head butt his thigh and back up.

  “You stop that. Where’s my good Pretty Baby?” he admonished.

  “Aahh. Et ahay on ne,” she said through the ring gag, pulling back.

  “Now, why would I want to get away from you?” he chuckled as his erection protruded through his open pants. He grasped the hair on the sides of her head, and hooked his fingers through the rings on the sides of her bit, pulling her closer despite her futile efforts at retreat. She saw the swollen flesh of his penis closing the distance towards her gaping mouth.

  “Oh. Oh. Op,” she whined as the tip of his manhood passed her lips, silencing her.

  He gradually slid the length of her warm, wet mouth. He moved slowly, at first, as if getting accustomed to the sensation, and saw her wild-eyed expression, tears slipping down her cheeks. “Good, pretty pony. Please your trainer,” he murmured. He plunged deeper, hitting the back of her throat and causing her to gag. She felt the grueled mash of dinner churning in her stomach.

  He went deeper with each thrust, passing the gagging reflex with every plunge until she felt the abrasive length moving down her throat, blocking her breathing. On one stroke, he held himself deep within her and she began to panic at denied air. “You will start licking and sucking me. Let me feel you swallow.”

  Paige was beginning to get light-headed and immediately followed his instructions. As soon as he felt her comply, he backed out and she gasped a lungful of air before he moved forward again. She discovered if she swallowed when he was deep and licked his shaft on the retreat, he allowed her to get adequate breath. Miserably, she concentrated on pleasing him and getting it over with.

  She felt the throb and heat of his impending orgasm, and whined when it became apparent the climax would hit while he was deep down her throat. His cum spurted inside her, forcing her to swallow all of the salty fluid. As he withdrew she began to sob.

  “You will get better as you earn your reward,” he said.

  Reward? This is a reward? she wanted to scream. She had never swallowed a man’s sperm before, and to be used like this was humiliating.

  Antonio patted her head and pushed her down to the mattress. She tried to curl up but he stopped her, placing his knees between her naked thighs. Oh, god, she thought miserably. Just leave me alone.

  He ran a hand over her quivering hipbone and flat stomach, trailing down to the apex between her thighs. Realizing his intention, she tried to shift her trapped hips away from him. “Yes, Pretty Baby. You did well today, and you get your reward.”

  What the hell? she wondered. One of his strong hands separated her labia, and the fingers of the other hand started traveling up and down her dampening folds. She whined uncomfortably, not able to move away as he continued to arouse her. He plucked gently at her clit, stroking her channel and then thrusting a finger deep inside. “Oooh. Oh, Oh, eese op,” she wailed.

  “Ssh. Just relax girl,” he encouraged. Holding her position with the finger inside her, another trailed down the lubricated pink flesh to the puckered entrance of her rectum and pushed inside.

  “Oh, oh od, oh,” she cried.

  Both fingers were plunging gently into her two channels while his thumb continued to manipulate her clit. Antonio felt the beginning shudders of her orgasm and pressed his two fingers together inside her. Paige tightened as the orgasm hit hard, and she felt the rush of her fluids coating his hand while she frantically bucked into it.

  He caressed her thighs and stomach until the shudders of her release quieted. He noted her humiliated expression, knowing that over the course of her training the look would be replaced with anticipation. There were not many rewards for the ponies, and this would be a closeness she would begin to yearn for.

  He gently rolled her to her side and lay behind her, rubbing her arms and breasts until he felt the regular breathing of sleep had claimed her.

  Paige awoke to the sound of her stall door being opened, and looked to see Jasper enter. Wordlessly, he came over and checked her legs. She noted a smile of satisfaction as he unclipped her and walked her over to the bucket. As she was forced to straddle over it, without asking he pressed on her abdomen forcing the release of her fluids, and she sniffed her discomfort.

  He clipped the long leash back to the wall and left the stall. A few moments later he returned with another bowl of the bland gruel and she looked up at him dejectedly. He filled her water bowl and placed it next to her breakfast. Is this all I ever eat now? she bemoaned. She had only been served the mash a few times and was already bored with it.

  The grain was actually formulated for the ponies with all the requirements their hard work required. Protein and carb levels were adjusted periodically, but the ponies would never notice. Jasper pulled something out of his pocket looking like dark sugar cubes, and he crumbled them between his fingers, sprinkling them on top of her meal. She lapped a small piece and, tasting sugar and honey, she tried to smi
le at him with appreciation for the sweet treat.

  Jasper left the stall and she continued to eat, carefully taking her time with the unfamiliar task of scooping and shoveling the sticky meal. Occasionally, she lapped some water when she felt the paste of the gruel stick to her mouth. Eating this way required all of her concentration and kept her mind from wandering.

  Jasper returned just as she was finishing and led her back to the table and helped her up. He removed what she called her ‘sleeping’ shoes and replaced the high topped uncomfortable boots. The thought of kicking him never entered her mind. He prepared the bowl and toothbrush and removed the gag.

  “Oh, god. Thank you,” she said. He quickly raised a finger to her lips and shook his head. She got the message. No talking.

  After he had brushed her teeth, he started to replace the gag. A small defiant gesture had her shaking her head, and he pinched her jaw until he had the ring back in place, noting with satisfaction she had not tried to scream or plead. Those sounds were coming from Becka’s stall, and Paige and Jasper looked at each other with understanding when they heard the crack of leather and Becka’s scream.

  Jasper washed her face and brushed her hair, and then he helped her off the table and clipped her back to the wall. It seemed like a long time before Antonio came in. “Did you like your treat this morning?” he smiled. Paige realized he was referring to the honeyed sugar cube, and nodded enthusiastically.

  He unclipped her leash and led her back to the table. He sat on it and unzipped his pants. Without saying a word, he placed his hand on the back of her head, guiding her to the erect shaft. Paige whined her protest, reluctantly taking him into her mouth. She remembered to swallow as he passed down her throat, licking on the back stroke until he came. He held his member in her mouth until he was sure she had swallowed all his release.