Six Masters Island - Perverse Intentions

by Candace Smith

  It did take a few days, but towards the end, Master Thomas used his hand to spank her instead of the whip, because he did not want to cross over the other welts and scar her. The spanking stung a lot, but it was much better than the whip and she could concentrate better on masturbating so she could feel a small burst of pleasure through the pain.

  CHAPTER IX

  The slut’s body was his, and the knowledge wormed into her mind, constantly comprising her tortured thoughts with its betrayal until she could no longer fight the demand. Her eyes softened to acceptance, becoming fearful when it was desired, and pleasurably arousing with sexual heat, when required, all at his bidding… and he now called her his pet. Dominant Submission

  Hannah had cried herself to sleep, with her hands bound behind her again. The cameras, the horrible tattling eyes, had caught her… had invaded the brief moment she had tried to stroke herself while she ate. She had been scared, because she knew it was time to learn a new lesson, and Master Jeremy had aroused her with his dangerous manipulations, keeping her climax just out of reach for several days, so her fingers had reached to herself in comfort.

  Master Thomas’ eyes had become black fury, and Master Jeremy hissed at her for daring to touch his pussy without permission. The worst was Mistress Sarah, looking down from her lofty position as their personal slave… not their mother, as she had originally thought… and she reminded Hannah that she was still just a slut.

  The only relief she had gotten, the only brief moments she did not have to dwell on the terror and finality of this new life, was when she orgasmed. Even that was to be controlled by the Masters… and they doled out the treat infrequently. Hannah found herself twinging, moistening with the thought that they would permit her to cum and break the cycle of her lessons for another brief moment.

  She could not think of them any more without her pussy clenching and squeezing a small issue of lubrication to wet her folds. That was what had made the Masters angry… that her thoughts were still selfishly compromised with her own gratification.

  Hannah had been living in the basement for over a month, though she had lost track of time weeks ago. The light came on and the stairs creaked with the weight of all three of them. She could now recognize how many and which of the Masters were coming down to the basement, and she trembled as she worked her way to her knees, trying to keep her eyes from filling with fright from the knowledge of her failure.

  Master Thomas unlocked the cage and she shuffled out on her knees, remaining kneeling while he unbound her hands. “Spread yourself for us, slut.”

  Hannah jerked at his order, and as her quivering fingers reached to her pussy, she stared at his feet and fat tears rolled down her cheeks. The small wetness had leaked in an unbidden rush, when she had heard them on the stairs. She folded her naked lips back, exposing her slickened folds in humiliation.

  “You are a slut,” Master Jeremy sneered. “Keeping your pussy wet with only your thoughts.”

  Hannah’s fingers shook, and she wanted to drop her lips, squeeze them together and hide the evidence. Finally, Master Jeremy ordered her to the drain to relieve herself, and when Hannah returned she saw the Mistress had not brought her breakfast.

  She was ordered to kneel before Master Jeremy, to caress his small sack and penis, while she looked into his frightening mad face to answer the litany. Hannah hated saying the debasing sentences, and she hated the lust that built in the insane Master’s eyes as she spoke them.

  “Whose pussy is between your legs?” Master Jeremy stared into her eyes… she was forbidden to look away.

  Her hands still trembled while they stroked him, and she quivered, “It is your pussy, Master Jeremy.” She wished she could just beg for forgiveness, and end this torment.

  “Who is allowed to use it?”

  “My Masters and Mistress are allowed to use my pussy, Master Jeremy.”

  “What are you?”

  Hannah was silently spilling agonized tears, and she felt the small rod jerk in her hands in appreciation. “I am a slut, Master Jeremy. I am a cunt.”

  “What do you want to be, slut?”

  “I want to be your pet, Master Jeremy. I want to learn, and I want to be your pet.” That was it; she had made it through the horrible words… again.

  Master Jeremy reached out, and Hannah froze her shaking to keep from pulling away as he brushed her cheek and crooned, “That’s right, slut. You want to work hard to learn to be our pet. Go to Master Thomas for your lesson for your vile disobedience.”

  Hannah rose and studied the floor as she made her way towards Master Thomas’ boots. It took a full minute of silence before she was finally able to raise her eyes and look into his sadistic glare. “You wish to stay wet, slut? You wish to squeeze and stroke that pussy without permission?”

  “No, Master Thomas,” she quivered, while tears wet her cheeks. “It is your pussy.”

  Master Thomas gripped her arm, and he led her to a place where two bolts looped up from the cement floor. They were spaced about two feet apart, and he locked her ankle cuffs to them with very short chains. Master Jeremy brought him a belt with two thigh straps attached to it, assuring the leather on her legs would stay close to her bottom. Hannah nervously handed her wrists to Master Thomas, and they were secured to the thigh belts, keeping her hands close to her pussy… the Masters’ pussy… she no longer had rights to it.

  Master Jeremy pulled at her nipples until they tightened and stuck out in invitation… Hannah hated the way her body responded to him. Her eyes widened when both of the Masters approached a taut nub with vicious metal clamps that had thin chains hanging from them. She bit her lip, but a small wail still escaped when the teeth dug into her buds.

  Master Jeremy placed two mats on the floor with the edge of one touching her toes, the other her heels. Hannah looked nervously at the sharp tacks sticking up from them, still not understanding this new torture. Master Thomas wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her down, keeping her squatting with her thighs apart while her eyes looked wildly at the sharp thorns. She was terrified he meant her to kneel on them, but he kept her in the low squat and hooked the chains from the nipple clamps to her ankles so she could not rise.

  Master Jeremy placed a small glass beneath her pussy. It reminded her of the shot glasses she used to drink from in her life before she was a slut. Master Thomas’ cock was brushing her lips, and she opened her mouth to attend him while he held her head. “You wish to stay wet, slut? You will remain here until you fill the glass with your juice.”

  She looked up at him, misery in her eyes while his cock drove down her throat and his heavy balls slapped against her chin. It was not until after he squirted his copious amount of cum into her, not until Master Jeremy was looking gleefully into her tears while he thrust, that her fingers began to work her dampness.

  Mistress Sarah spread over her, and she reached out her tongue as her own climax released. She had no idea how many orgasms it would take to finish the task, but her legs were beginning to ache and her nipples felt bruised. Throughout the morning, one of them was always in attendance, either sitting and watching her diddle herself and cry, or approaching her mouth for more service.

  She had lost count of her releases, but it was well past noon when Master Jeremy spoke to Master Thomas, making sure the girl heard. “The slut needs more work on this. Her responses are slow and reluctant now that it is her Masters’ order.”

  Master Thomas unchained her clamped buds and pulled her to a stand, while Master Jeremy lifted the small glass, drooled the contents into a small bottle and screwed on a nipple. Master Thomas pulled her head back and pressed the offering through her lips, while Master Jeremy began to squeeze her engorged tips, tugging the chains and thumping the almost purple nubs while she shrieked around the nipple.

  Her feet were still locked to the floor, and her hands opened and closed in clenching agony in front of her spent sex. The taste of herself from the bottle was sickening, but it was mostly
Master Jeremy’s torture that had her attention, until Master Thomas said, “Cum for us now, slut.”

  Hanna stood between the two men, with Master Jeremy torturing her nipples while Master Thomas kept her head drawn back; staring into her eyes while she sucked on the bottle and played with her folds. She finally managed the orgasm, as the bottle was emptied. Master Jeremy released the clamps, and the blood exploding into the tips with renewed vigor made her scream and try to double over.

  Master Thomas led her to the padded beam, but instead of folding her over it, he chained her spread ankles to the legs and her wrists to the ends of the beam, forcing her to push her opened sex towards him in her arch. Master Jeremy removed the belt and thigh straps, and pulled down on her braid so her chest was raised to the ceiling. She bucked her hips and sobbed when she heard the crack of Master Thomas’ whip.

  He made her count the three strikes, screaming as the lash crossed each bruised tip, and she almost lost consciousness when it sliced down her slit. They released the sobbing girl and she knelt in front of them, still racked with tears, trying to gather herself for the end of the lesson. At last she looked up into her Masters’ eyes. “Thank you, Masters, for teaching me.”

  Mistress Sarah brought her dinner, and when the Master locked her in the cage, he did not bind her wrists. Hannah had learned her lesson, and she had survived another day.

  “She is ready, Thomas.”

  “Yes, I agree. She moistens with the mere thought of us now, and can surmount the pain for her pleasure.” Thomas caressed Sarah’s sides. She had drifted to sleep a while ago, and he looked forward to bringing the girl upstairs to work for her so she would not continue to exhaust herself. “The house is ready?”

  “Yes, Thomas. I have checked the windows and doors, and if the girl approaches within three feet, the collar will shock her,” Jeremy replied. “Though I think she has progressed beyond that point.”

  “We will pierce and collar her tomorrow then. It will be a relief to offer Sarah her assistance.”

  Jeremy had slipped some of Sarah’s hair into his palm and was stroking it. She looked so weary, even in sleep.

  They had discussed waiting until the girl was a slave to perform a proper collaring ceremony, but they were anxious to move her upstairs to help Sarah. Jeremy and Thomas worked together on the security system, ensuring the girl could not escape, but it required her to wear her new collar, so they decided to alter the order of her training.

  Hannah hated changes, because they meant pain and humiliation. When the three had come down that morning, she knew there was something different planned. She was pretty sure she was not being punished, not that it mattered, for the regular lessons to train her were just as painful.

  She was secured to the table, and Master Thomas pierced her nipples and clit while she wailed and thanked him. When she was brought to the chair, her ankle and wrist cuffs were removed and she stared at the shining rings in her nipples, feeling naked.

  Mistress Sarah opened the box in her lap, and Hannah looked at the cuffs and collar. They resembled the Mistress’ leathers, and she looked warily at Master Thomas. “You are learning your lessons, and you are now our pet.”

  There was almost a shining gratitude in her eyes while the new cuffs and collar were secured on her. She was slightly disappointed when her wrists were hooked behind her, but when she was led to the stairs she began to shake in fear of what lay outside the cellar.

  “Our pet stays upstairs, and when you learn, you will have your hands freed again,” Master Jeremy told her.

  She stood in the kitchen and saw her bowls on a mat near a chair. It felt so good to be out of the basement and away from the torturous devices that were always within view. Master Thomas spoke to her while she knelt and ate. “There is a device in your collar that will shock you if you get within three feet of any window or door.”

  “Yes, Master Thomas.”

  “Only your Masters have the keys to your collar and cuffs, pet.”

  “Yes, Master Jeremy.” So what? She was upstairs, where the sun came through the windows and there was no dank, musty smell of concrete. She wanted to laugh, to run and explore… she felt free.

  “Mistress Sarah will lead you through the house and tell you what will be expected when you have learned to have your hands free.”

  “Yes, Master Thomas.” Oh, to have her hands free… and to be upstairs. She wondered if she was going to be brought to the basement to sleep in the cage, but she knew she was not allowed to ask.

  After breakfast, she followed Mistress Sarah through the mansion and she finally got a sense of the wealth and power of her Masters. Sarah stopped her in the living room and had her kneel to attend her before she led her upstairs. The last room they entered was the Masters’ bedroom where a full-size portrait of a younger Mistress Sarah hung across from the bed. In the corner, sat a cage. She had to know. “Mistress Sarah, is your pet going to sleep up here?”

  “When it behaves.”

  “Thank you, Mistress Sarah.” It would be so much easier to sleep, without wondering when the light would come on and the footsteps would sound on the stairs.

  That evening, she curled up on the soft carpet and listened to Mistress Sarah read to the Masters. Her voice was soft, and Hannah could not make out the words, though the tone comforted her until she fell asleep.

  In the morning, Mistress Sarah led her to a small room next door to the Masters’ bedchamber. There was a small iron cot with a thin mattress, and a bathroom with a shower, sink and toilet. “When you are a slave, you will be permitted the use of this room. For now, you can use the bathroom to make yourself presentable for the Masters.”

  Hannah stared at the small space nervously. Since her capture, the Mistress had always washed her. “Clean yourself well, pet.”

  “Yes, Mistress Sarah.” She felt guilty when she reached for the taps, and climbed under the warm spray. In the basement there was only the cold water from the hose, and Hannah sighed in appreciation of this reward. When she finished brushing and braiding her hair, the way the Masters preferred it, her wrists were latched behind her back and she followed Mistress Sarah down to breakfast. Hannah knelt silently on the floor while she prepared the Masters’ food, and was surprised by another treat as fresh fare was placed in her bowl instead of their scraps. Life upstairs as a pet was much nicer.

  The Masters came into the room and Hannah was ordered to stand. She rolled to her feet, a lesson that had been hard to learn without awkwardly listing, and spread her legs as she had been taught. It was not until Master Thomas reached for her that she felt herself spasm again. No… oh no… stupid slut.

  Thomas narrowed his eyes at her tears, and spread her to find her slick. “Explain, pet.”

  “I wasn’t, Master,” she tried to deny. Her eyes were already filling, and she was sure they would make her a slut again and bring her back to the basement. “Not until I saw you getting ready to touch me. I swear, Master Thomas,” she said miserably.

  “You were thinking of me?”

  Hannah looked hopefully into the shining eyes. “Yes, Master Thomas. I can’t help it when I think of one of you. I try, but it just happens.”

  “With Master Jeremy, too?”

  “And Mistress Sarah,” Hannah said eagerly. Maybe if they knew she was not thinking of herself or the thought having another wonderful orgasm, maybe they would not make her a slut again.

  Master Thomas smiled… a real smile, not one of the smiles that meant he was going to punish her. When his thumb stroked down her cheek, she wanted to purr for him… like a good pet. “That will be permitted, pet.”

  “Thank you, Master Thomas.” Oh thank god he’s not going to move me back to the cellar.

  “Can you work with Mistress Sarah today, if we release your hands?”

  “Yes, Master Thomas. Mistress Sarah showed me how to help.” Oh… they’re going to free my hands so I can help. It is so much nicer up here... even they, are nicer up here.


  The first thing Hannah got to do were the breakfast dishes, before she settled on the carpet in the living room and took the tab to Master Jeremy’s zipper and slipped his penis out. While she sucked and caressed his little sack, she felt his fingers stroke her head. She remembered when his touch used to scare her and she realized how silly that was. Jeremy felt her sigh in contentment as he came.

  After two months she had not been punished and forced to sleep in the cellar, though she was brought down most days to exercise, or sometimes so Master Thomas could remind her of lessons she had learned. It still hurt when he whipped her, but the look in his eyes made her pussy clench. Master Jeremy sometimes stroked her until she climaxed when Master Thomas was finished, so she had that to look forward to.

  When she cleaned for Mistress Sarah, sometimes she looked out the windows. It was beginning to seem scary out there, and although it was hard to remember her life before she belonged to the Masters, she recalled it was hard to work to take care of herself. It was much easier to stay with them and have everything provided for her.

  She was dusting the living room, while Mistress Sarah was reading… and someone knocked on the door. The color drained from both their faces, and Sarah panicked that the girl would scream. Instead, she dropped her cloth and ran to her, and buried her face in her lap and trembled. Sarah gathered her wits and said, “Come, pet, up to your room.”

  Sarah had trouble keeping up with the girl as she dashed up the stairs, almost running into a slightly concerned Thomas. His eyes met Sarah’s as she followed the girl, and Sarah said, “She’s all right, Master Thomas, but you’ll have to get the door while I get her locked in and find Master Jeremy. I didn’t get a chance, to see who it was.”

  “I’ll tell them Jeremy is ill and in bed.” He continued down the steps, looking up once to see Sarah panting to catch up to the girl.