Six Masters Island - Perverse Intentions

by Candace Smith

  Hannah had watched the animals in the woods the whole time she was growing up. She knew the strength of bears and wolves, but she also knew the stealth of the smaller mountain cats. Her abductor might be strong and cruel, but this other one… he was the dangerous one.

  Jeremy looked at the emerald eyes staring fearfully at him, and he experienced the arousing tightening across his groin… a feeling Thomas had described for him when he went on a caper, but one that Jeremy had only realized a small shadow of enjoying when they watched the tapes. He looked back at Sarah, his anchor and comforting constant, and she smiled and nodded encouragement.

  The girl may have been acquired as part of her birthday present, but Sarah’s real gift was watching her boys’ excitement and delight with their new creature. Designing this new hierarchy would be tricky, because Sarah knew she would remain the twins’ main comfort and all of them would enjoy the new slave.

  When Hannah could finally peel her stare from Jeremy, she followed his gaze to where an old woman sat across the room. She screamed again when she realized that the men were brothers… and that their mother was watching them with a calm smile. She was in a madhouse, and she jerked and tried to pull away from her propped up position, willing to try to scoot her way to the stairs.

  Thomas figured he had let the girl get her bearings… peruse the players… long enough. He was still gripping the top of her head to hold her up, and he reached for the feeding bottle on top of the cage, and handed it to Jeremy. Then, he looked into the girl’s eyes and gripped her chin to get her attention. “This first time, we will feed you. After this, you will feed yourself, or we will do this again.”

  Hannah shivered, “Eeese… eeese, ister. Eeese et e oh.”

  “No, slut. We will never let you go, and I know you are well aware, that no one will find you. Accept that, and learn what you are taught.” The man dragged her head back by her hair, and held her jaw up. Hannah looked at the acoustical tiles on the ceiling… she recognized them from a visit to a recording studio when she briefly dated a guitar player. This room… this horrible room… was soundproof.

  The other man, the crazy one, was looming over her face with a tube. She began to squeal as he slipped it past the ring, and pushed it down her throat. The half-inch circumference allowed her to breathe, but it hurt against the abraded flesh and caused her to gag. A full twelve inches was pushed into her, and the man began to squeeze the bottle. She quivered and moaned while the thin man narrowed his eyes, and she felt the slender fingers of his other hand brushing her forehead. “Good little slut,” he crooned, and she closed her eyes, unable to look at him while he spoke his mad, comforting words.

  Her stomach heaved as it was filled, and between frantic, terrorized panic, she thought of her abductor’s words. This first time, they would feed her, but after this, if she did not try to starve herself or stubbornly refuse to eat, they would not force the tube down her throat again. Hannah had just learned and accepted her first lesson.

  After the tube was removed, Jeremy carried the bottle over to Sarah. “Sarah, fill this with water.”

  “Yes, Master Jeremy.” Sarah returned with the filled bottle a moment later, and sat back down to watch Jeremy’s plan.

  Thomas had released the girl’s head and her eyes followed Jeremy, and she began thumping against the cage when he approached again. Jeremy stroked her cheek, and Thomas gripped her hair to keep her from turning away. He tilted her head back again, and watched his brother thread the tube back down her throat and squeeze the water into her stomach.

  The crazy man was stroking her forehead again. “You will learn to control your bladder, slut. We will not have you stinking up the house. You will go when we give you permission, or we will practice this over and over, until you learn.”

  Hannah felt her stomach filled with fluids, and she already had to pee. Jeremy heard the moan, and knew she wanted her morning relief. He reached his bony hand down to her stomach… and pushed. Her wail made his little organ jerk, and although he understood why they had agreed to wait… until they had learned how to train their trophy… he almost begrudged the years they had spent without this pleasure.

  Jeremy fully intended to make sure the girl soiled herself. This lesson would be much harder to learn than eating. He looked forward to forcing her to drink bowls of water, and not let her relieve herself until he was sure she understood his control.

  Thomas lowered her onto her stomach and Hannah watched the crazy man walk to the woman, and then she saw him by the cabinet her abductor had taken the mouth ring from. His feet were now placed next to the larger man’s knees, and she felt the manacles being opened. It hurt to unfold her legs, and Hannah was pretty sure the cramped muscles would not hold her weight. Before she could stretch her arms to the side, big hands grabbed them and she felt leather cuffs circle them and hook together.

  Thomas lifted her to a stand, and he gripped an arm when one leg buckled. She sobbed while he guided her to a chain hanging from the ceiling that he hooked to her bound wrists. The other man turned a crank on the wall, and her arms lifted towards the ceiling, forcing her to bend forward. Soon, she was on the balls of her feet, looking down at toes that had worked through holes in her stockings.

  The big man lifted her chin to look at him, forcing an even greater stretch on her back. “Don’t you dare piss, slut. When we come back, I expect you to raise your head to suck me.” He dropped her head and watched her dark hair sway almost to the floor. He indicated for Sarah to rise and they walked upstairs.

  They barely made it to the kitchen, when Thomas dropped to a chair and released his throbbing erection. Sarah tossed her robe onto the table and quickly engulfed her Master’s rod in her mouth, willingly raising her bottom to Jeremy. It was a frantic, pumping thrust to relief, and the threesome laughed nervously after the groans and gasps of climax.

  “Masters, she is perfect. Thank you so much,” Sarah smiled.

  Thomas looked over to her, and smiled into the soft blue eyes. “No more nonsense about being replaced.”

  Sarah blushed. “No, Master Thomas. I should have known better than to doubt your intentions. I think I’ve always known, since you were babies, that I hold a special place with you.”

  Jeremy hugged her. “Of course you do. You’re our Sarah.”

  Hannah had cried herself out. Her exhausted strained muscles were almost numb, unless she moved. If she tried to lower her aching feet, the protesting pain across her shoulders was too great, so she only allowed herself a moment of relief before rising again. Next time, she would push to her toes sooner so they thought she was at this horrible limit.

  Two quick attempts at lifting her head to search her surroundings made her want to shriek, and she barely had time to shake her hair out of her eyes before she had to let her head drop back down again. And when the man came back, he expected her to… she was supposed to… Hannah found another sob, and over the next few hours, her position changed from one of defiance to pleading for him to return.

  She scooted her thighs together, and cried when a small amount of fluid dripped onto her thigh. If they did not come back soon, she knew between the fear, strain and exhaustion, her bladder would let go. It began with a slow trickle, teasing her with relief. At last, the pressure exploded a warm stream down her legs, and she sobbed when the door to the cellar immediately opened.

  When the feet came into view of her hanging head, she lifted it, her opened mouth aimed at their demand, insisting on compliance, praying she would not be punished. The crazy man brushed her hair away from her face, lifting it so it lay across her back. She cried softly when he lowered his zipper and his penis flopped out, pointing at her. It reminded her in size of a cheap hot dog, but it was white as a slug, and she shivered as it slid into her mouth. His hands gently grabbed the sides of her head, relieving her of some of the strain from trying to hold her head up. The length of him pushed against the back of her throat, but was not nearly as frightening as the other man. “You p
issed yourself, again, slut.”

  Jeremy closed his eyes to the feeling of her crying vibrations. It was glorious. The quick spurt when he came was almost alarming, and Hannah swallowed to avoid having her head pulled back. She would not be able to bear that… her shoulders were throbbing. Her head fell forward until the other feet were in front of her, and she raised her head and cried when the huge cock approached her. The thought of the thickness driving down her throat made her wail while he filled her, until there was no more room for her sounds to escape.

  While the big man blocked her air passage, the crazy man tugged gently at her nipples, stopping the swaying of her breasts. Hands tightened on her head and she silently screamed as he held himself down her throat, and she felt the sticky liquid gush against her tube. When he pulled out, she looked into his eyes, working her tongue and throat so he would know that she had swallowed.

  Jeremy let go of her teats and watched her closely, reevaluating his initial expectations. The girl was learning quickly, and the application of pain seemed to rule her motions more than debasing herself. All of this would be written in his notebook, as he and Thomas… with some input from Sarah… decided the course of the slut’s instruction.

  “Jeremy?” Thomas questioned.

  “Yes, Thomas. The slut hasn’t learned. Sarah, please bring the water over.”

  Hannah cried while the tube went back down to her stomach, squeezing fluid back into her. Thomas, Jeremy and Sarah… she knew their names now. When she got free… that thought was interrupted, as she felt her arms lowered. The hook was released and Hannah slowly dropped her cramped feet while Thomas stood her up.

  One of his strong hands gripped her arm, and his thumb stroked her cheek. Thomas and Jeremy had discovered decades ago, the calming affects of this small movement with Sarah. Wary green eyes looked up at him. “You will go with Master Jeremy and he will show you the proper place to relieve yourself. I will be watching you, slut.”

  There was a slight, unexpected nod from the girl, and Thomas and Jeremy stared at each other a moment. Hannah forced herself not to pull away in revulsion of the bony fingers grasping her arm and leading her to the far wall of the basement. There were hoses and other things that made her shiver, and a drain in the middle of the floor. Jeremy led her over and pushed down on her shoulder. Even if it meant being naked, which Hannah was sure would eventually happen, she wanted her panties and stockings off. At this point, even she could smell the offensive odor. Although the need to pee was not urgent, she was afraid to disobey the crazy man, so she squatted over the drain and stared at the tile as she soaked her garments again.

  When she was led back to Thomas, the woman in the robe was beside him and she placed two bowls on the floor. One was filled with what looked to be the scraps of breakfast. She recognized bits of bacon and crusts of toast, all stuck together in a congealed mix of eggs. The other was filled with water.

  Thomas took her chin and turned her to the woman. “This is Mistress Sarah. You are to do as she orders just as you will obey Master Jeremy and me.” Again the girl gave her little nod of understanding. She was pushed to her knees, and she leaned over the bowl to eat with the food sticking in her hair and the water sticking it to her face. It did not matter. Hannah was not going to let them shove that tube down her throat again.

  After lunch, Thomas led her to a treadmill on a side of the room filled with exercise equipment. He latched her cuffs onto the side rails he had installed and set the machine for an easy workout of walking and slow jogging for an hour. It only took a few minutes for Hannah’s feet to work through the rest of the nylons and they sprung up to wrap around her ankles.

  Thomas fixed a large water bottle with a nipple within reach of her mouth and pointed to a digital read out on the machine. “You have fifty-three minutes left, and I will not have you dehydrating. The bottle will be empty before you finish.”

  Hannah nodded while her feet plowed forward, and drool spilled down her chin. She watched the three go upstairs and she fixed her gaze on the numbers, occasionally working the nipple into the ring and pressing it against the roof of her mouth with her tongue. When she realized how little she could squeeze out, the numbers counting down became her enemy and the last fifteen minutes the nipple never left her mouth.

  The television in the living room acted as a monitor for the cameras in the basement. Jeremy and Thomas watched the girl working to comply with their order while Sarah cleaned the house. When the hour was up, they could see she had emptied the bottle, and they left her standing on her exhausted legs on the belt… and waited.

  Even with five years as a waitress, Hannah’s legs ached with all the stretching and forced exercise. When the man, Thomas, did not come back, she slowly sank to her knees to rest. The door upstairs flew open, and as her mind scrambled to understand there must be cameras, her legs refused to cooperate and straighten.

  The big man glared at her while he pulled her up and Hannah tried to draw back. “Did I tell you to kneel?” She frantically shook her head.

  “Orry. I’n orry,” she wailed.

  “I don’t want to hear how sorry you are.” Thomas hooked up another bottle of water, and Hannah sobbed when he re-programmed the treadmill for another hour. “Do it again, you stupid slut, and we’ll keep doing it… until you learn.”

  Learn, yes… I have to learn. I’ll be okay until I can get out of here, as long as I do what they want. By the end of the second hour, Hannah stood on shaking legs, not daring to stretch her cramped muscles, and there was no way she would allow herself to drop down. They were watching… oh, yes… she knew that now.

  It seemed like an eternity she was left standing, and she was angry that her bladder was cramping again. She squeezed her thighs together against the damp fabric and hoped Master Jeremy would lead her to the drain again soon.

  Hannah was surprised and fearful when the thin brother, Master Jeremy, came down the stairs by himself. The bony fingers had surprising strength as they latched her wrists behind her again. “Do you need to pee again, slut?”

  Hannah nodded, and at last it was humiliated tears that were filling her green eyes. “The cost for that reward is to suck me.” Jeremy was already dripping from his little stick when she made a small sob, but nodded. He left her standing on the treadmill, and sat in the chair, opened his pants, and pulled his white shaft free.

  The girl stood still for a moment longer, and then slowly walked towards him on stiff legs. She groaned as she knelt in front of him, and trembled before coaxing his cock into her mouth with her tongue. Soft hands caressed her filthy hair but the man’s hips remained motionless, and Hannah realized he intended for her to use whatever skills she could, to make him orgasm. Her tongue stroked while she bobbed her head, and finally the small squirt was released.

  Once more, she peed through her stockings, and Mistress Sarah was just rising from placing two bowls on the floor. This time it was salad scraps, cold mashed potato, and something that tasted like meatloaf. It did not matter, at all. Hannah finished both the meal and the water, and was pleased that she would not have to endure the feeding tube. This would not be too horrible… she could do this.

  The stairs creaked under Thomas’ weight as he bounded down to the basement. Jeremy sat in a chair with the girl kneeling in front of Sarah and her empty bowls. Hannah looked up hopefully at Thomas, praying she had done all right. His fierce eyes melted into a smile and Hannah expelled the breath she was holding. The hands that gripped and forced, gently held her chin and brushed her cheek.

  “You want to be a good pet, don’t you slut?”

  Hannah nervously nodded, the hope and expectation in her eyes tried to tell him. Yes, I’ll be good. Please, please don’t hurt me. I’ll be good. I’ll do whatever you want. Thomas led her to her cage for the night, and before he locked the door, he released her wrists. “That is your reward, slut. I will know if you touch the ring.” Hannah nodded, and Jeremy thought she actually tried to smile.

  T
he three of them climbed the stairs, and the light switched off, plunging the room into darkness. Hannah knelt with her hands around the bars and then tested the lock, already knowing that would be futile. She stared into the blackness and finally curled up on the floor, determined to do whatever was necessary to survive.

  CHAPTER VIII

  The control must be complete, in both pain and pleasure, and she would learn to provide both for his enjoyment, with equal enthusiasm. It was surprising how quickly the slut had learned, after her body, at least, had accepted her old world was out of reach, and ceased its struggling to preserve itself, by ignoring her wishes and obeying his demands. Dominant Submission.

  Sarah was caressing the cocks in her hands, while they watched the girl in the cage. Thomas had aimed the camcorder… the one with the night vision… so that they could watch the wide eyes staring blindly as her fingers uncurled from the bars and searched for the lock. The minimal time she spent exploring it let them know she had already accepted her confinement. At last, she lay down, hugging her legs to her chest and closing her eyes.

  “Sarah?”

  “Yes, Master Thomas?”

  “Tomorrow, I want her to lick your pussy. Spread yourself well so we can enjoy it, and if she does it correctly, you may wash her. Jeremy can shave her cunt, and I want you to plait her hair. I like it long, but not being able to see her eyes is distracting.”

  Sarah felt an unexpected pulse at the thought of the girl attending her. It never really occurred to her that the Masters would share her sexually. She gave the cocks a little squeeze and said, “Thank you, Masters.”

  Hannah woke to the lights coming on, and she was surprised that she had slept through the night. Her fear and exhaustion had overwhelmed her body, and it demanded the replenishing rest. She knelt up with her hands around the bars and stared as they came into view, her tongue roaming restlessly around her mouth and trying to collect her drool. She had to pee again, but she knew she had to wait until Master Jeremy decided it was time. She could do that… yes, she could do that.