Six Masters Island - Perverse Intentions

by Candace Smith

  When Hannah ran into the Master Bedroom, Jeremy was in bed sketching. He looked up, alarmed to see the pet running through the house, and more alarmed when she knelt by his side with her head buried in the comforter and reaching blindly with her hands until he captured them. Sarah was next, gasping for breath. “We have a visitor, and it frightened her.”

  The two of them looked at each other, amazed that the girl was so completely broken to them that the thought of possible rescue had been replaced by the need to stay with them. “Ssh, ssh, pet.” Jeremy stroked her trembling head, and she looked up at him, and without releasing her gaze, he said, “Sarah, get me a gag from the top drawer.”

  Hannah willingly opened her mouth for the foam, and held still except for her quivering while he buckled it on and Sarah bound her wrists. “Come lie with me, pet.” She had never been in the bed before, but she climbed up and felt Mistress Sarah lie down behind her. The two of them stroked and calmed her while her mind whirled in confusion.

  It seemed like a long time before Master Thomas came into the room. “It was John McFarland. I haven’t been to town in a while, so he apologized for having to disturb me at home but he wanted to talk to me in person. He’s retiring, Jeremy, but he found someone else to run it. I asked him if he thought the new man might like to buy us out, and he says it’s a good possibility.”

  “Good deal, Thomas.”

  Thomas registered the scene on the bed. “Why is she gagged?”

  Hannah looked up at Jeremy, as he explained and continued to stroke her braid. “Our pet was frightened by the stranger, and she was afraid he would take her away.”

  Sarah watched Thomas and Jeremy stare at each other and nod, and she knew they had decided to let the pet become a slave. Hannah moved into the other room and got to sleep on the cot, although they did bind one wrist cuff to the headboard and she had to promise not to play with herself. She was their slave now, like Mistress Sarah. Of course, she was not as important as the Mistress, but still… she was more than a pet.

  Over the autumn months, Hannah noticed that Mistress Sarah began napping quite often when she was busy cleaning the rooms. She caught the Masters staring at the Mistress sometimes, and then one day Master Thomas had the Mistress dress in a uniform and he took her to town. Master Jeremy watched them drive off through the living room window, with Hannah standing behind him. “Where is Master Thomas taking her?”

  “To the doctor, slave. We had hoped with you to help her she would not be so tired, but she seems to stay exhausted.”

  Hannah saw the worry in his eyes, and while he sat on the sofa to wait for them to return, Hannah knelt in front of him with her head in his lap and caressed his thin thigh.

  A few days later, when the tests came back, everyone seemed much happier. Mistress Sarah was lying on the sofa and called Hannah to her side. “You know how to take care of the house without me, slave.”

  Hannah’s eyes filled and she looked at her with alarm. “I thought you were all right, Mistress. I thought the tests said you would be okay.”

  “I’m fine, slave. I managed to contract some kind of virile infection, but the medicine is working to clear it so I can build up my blood, and I need to rest. I won’t be able to follow you and make sure that you’re doing your work.”

  “I will, Mistress. I know what to do. You need to rest. The Masters are so worried about you.”

  Sarah looked into the emerald eyes. “You’re a good slave. I know you will do a good job. There are other things you may have to do for the Masters now.”

  “You’ll be well soon, Mistress. I’ll take care of you, and the Masters, until you are better.”

  “Good slave.” Sarah’s eyes closed, and Hannah rose to her feet to return to her cleaning.

  That evening, Hannah was moved into the big bed… and Master Thomas’ fucked her for the first time while Mistress Sarah held her hand. Master Jeremy used her bottom, and that hurt the first time… but, Master Thomas always used her pussy.

  It was cold and gray winter now, and Master Jeremy wrapped in warm sweaters while Mistress Sarah stayed mostly in bed. Hannah cooked the food and she brought the Mistress’ up on a tray along with her bowl so she would not have to eat alone.

  Master Thomas began making more frequent trips to town, while Master Jeremy worked on his computers. One evening while she was preparing the Mistress’ tray, she heard Master Thomas say that all the businesses were finally sold, and that he would not have to go to town any more.

  CHAPTER X

  He had trained the slave into total submission, and the power he wielded was intoxicating. It had been towards the end of her lessons that he began to understand there were so many more paths he could have chosen… so many ways to teach compliance. This slut had been easy, with a half believed hope that she had been worthy before he had acquired her, and hiding the knowledge that she never was as good as her peers. She had already been learning to adjust herself… he merely turned her towards the right path.

  A true test to his Mastery, would be to collect one unwilling… to collect a slut who truly believed she was happy with her misguided confidence and her masquerade of power and equality. Would it be pain or humiliation that would break her? He wanted to know which would be more effective… and whether both were necessary to produce the silent, content girl with her lips around his cock. He would need two, this time. Two sluts trained in different ways, to convince him of his masterful expertise. Dominant Submission.

  “We’ll need more anyway, Thomas, and the test could be interesting,” Jeremy said quietly. Sarah slept between them, and the slave had drifted to sleep curled by their feet. Most nights they did not bother to send her to her cot, and she seemed content to sleep with them.

  “It’s not the question of acquiring more… that has always been the plan.” Thomas glanced at Sarah.

  “She wouldn’t want us to alter our plans for her, Thomas, and she is getting stronger. The girl can continue to do the housework and cooking for her.”

  “We should name her, you know.” Thomas smiled at his brother. “It will get too confusing to name all of them slave.”

  Jeremy agreed. “We can let Sarah choose their names. I worry that she will feel as though she is being pushed aside, and it might help her realize how big a role she plays in all this.”

  “We never could have progressed this far without her devotion to help us learn. I think that is an excellent idea, and we should make an event out of it.”

  Jeremy and Thomas discussed it with Sarah, out of earshot of the slave while she was working. Sarah had become quite fond of the girl, as she willingly complied with all that was asked of her and was grateful for the slightest considerations. While she watched her silently glide from one chore to another, stopping to ask Sarah if she needed anything, Sarah considered a name, and she finally decided on something simple.

  Jeremy scripted a flourishing design, and Thomas drove to a jeweler in Alden to have the tag made. He needed to check on the other two women he had studied, anyway. There was another in Alden, and one at a smaller town on the way back to Martinsville.

  The slave knew something was different when she was called into the living room and Mistress Sarah was lying on the sofa, instead of going to the bedroom after their meal. As was her way, she immediately thought she had done something wrong, and her green eyes were wide while her fists clenched as she scrambled to figure out what she had done.

  Although she rarely thought of… could barely remember the details of… her previous life, the time when she was a slut in the basement seemed clear. The Masters had never used the threat of sending her back there, but it was the first punishment she considered and it loomed over her.

  Master Thomas pointed to the floor in front of them, and she knelt and began to tremble. “What are you?”

  “I am your slave, Master Thomas. I belong to you, Master Jeremy and Mistress Sarah.” She looked at her wrist cuff. The Mistress had told her how they were designed and wha
t the inlaid swirls and heart meant. She had become proud to where such fine leathers that bore her owners’ insignia.

  “And, what if I told you that you must leave,” Master Jeremy asked.

  The girl looked up in shock. Immediate tears washed down her cheeks, and she glanced at Thomas and Sarah. She rushed to Master Jeremy and knelt in front of him, reaching for his zipper, and frantic to please him. “Please, Master Jeremy. I can do better.”

  He grabbed her hands and stopped her. “I think that is our answer.”

  “Agreed, Master Jeremy,” Sarah replied.

  She looked around in anxious confusion, not sure what she had done wrong that would make them want to send her back out into the horrible, hard world outside. “Master Thomas?”

  “Mistress Sarah has chosen a name for you. Come here.”

  She knelt down in front of him, and looked up through her watery eyes. Master Thomas leaned over and showed her the beautiful design on the tag before he clipped it to the front loop on her collar. Her fingers could not help but reach to trace over the letters. “Thank you, Masters. Mistress Sarah, thank you for my name.” Anna… she was not just a slave… she had a name like the Mistress. She was Anna.

  Anna was already curled and sleeping by their feet when Thomas rose and dressed in black. He leaned down to kiss Sarah… she always looked so worried when he left, but never made the mistake of speaking out. Jeremy gave him a thumbs up, and stroked Sarah’s breast as his brother left the room.

  Thomas drove to Alden, and waited outside the office. The girl exited an hour later, smiling with a box in her arms. She climbed into a taxi, and Thomas was pleased she had followed his suggestion to sell her car. He had told her that with so much traveling, and limousines, it seemed an impractical expense to keep registering and insuring the five year old vehicle. Later, Thomas knew she would think about how she herself had buried all traces of her life.

  She had sold her used furniture and managed to stuff her belongings into the three suitcases he told her she could bring. The taxi swung by the motel she had been staying in for the last two days since she had moved out of her apartment. Maggie was thrilled, and she looked at her watch again, checking the time. One more hour, and her life would change.

  The man had called her at the office, and at first she had been skeptical when he told her of the job offer. She was only a junior associate… although she had watched less experienced men around her make full associate over the past year. It totally pissed her off, and she was considering filing a lawsuit… when the call came.

  Although the offer would only require her to take care of his personal account, when he told her the salary she almost spilled her coffee. Of course, when he explained he needed someone with no ties and who was free to travel, she understood the generous offer. It was strange, because they had only talked over the phone, but when an advance was transferred to her checking account from an offshore bank, she knew it was the real deal.

  She figured she could do it for a year and then she would have more than enough money to get established in New York, and these hicks in Alden could kiss her ass. In New York, a bright confident woman was unstoppable, and they did not put up the macho mentality of this unsophisticated little town. Maggie could already picture her corner office in a high rise. All she had to do was put up with this side job for a year while traveling the world as a personal assistant to Mr. Fontana.

  Maggie looked at her watch again, and rose and walked to the mirror over the cheap dresser. It did not make sense to take a room in a high priced hotel for two days, and she used part of the advance to buy the skirt and jacket. It was expensive, but, boy, was it worth it. Her long red hair and blue eyes looked great against the navy blue, and the tailored cut accentuated her tall, curvy frame without making her look too heavy. Maggie always had to count calories or her bust and hips spread.

  The phone rang and she walked over to it, frowning. She sighed and picked up the receiver, and flopped onto the bed, careful not to wrinkle her suit, as she listened to her boyfriend plead with her again not to leave. Maggie had tried to end the two-year relationship on a good note, but he was making it difficult.

  He had been promoted in the firm, while watching her constantly passed over, and never saying a word. When he finally admitted he expected her to quit work after they were married, to stay home and raise a bunch of brats, it helped her make her decision to go to work for Mr. Fontana. She was careful not to tell anyone in the office where she was going, because she sure as hell did not need Joseph calling all the time and begging her to come home.

  “Look, I have to go. I told you I would call you, and if we still feel this way in six months, I’ll quit and come back,” she lied. “The time apart will do us some good, and I’ll be making enough money to give us a good start.” She managed to say goodbye without giving him any more hint as to her plans, and in the back of her mind she had no doubt he would call Mr. Fontana and sabotage her job if she had.

  Lights pulled up outside the door, and she ran to check her hair and make-up one more time. She had already paid for the room through the morning, and she tossed the room keys onto the dresser as she opened the door and pushed her suitcases out.

  “Ms. Wilmot?”

  Oh my god, this guy is gorgeous. She looked up at the dark haired man, and figured he had six inches on her five ten. He looked like he was about ten years older than her, maybe thirty-five, but the black linen slacks and cashmere sweater reeked of good taste and wealth. “Please, call me Maggie.”

  “Maggie.” The man looked at the motel, and she felt a little unsure of her decision to save the money as she noticed the neon letters on the sign… two were not even lit… and the vacant parking lot.

  “I figured I would only be here a couple of days, and by the time I’d made the reservation over the phone and actually saw the place, it was too late. The place looks like it would have been a pain to try to get reimbursed, and you mentioned that we would be leaving.” Lies always came easy to her, as long as they helped her along.

  The only thing Thomas was pissed off about was wasting the time arranging the rental car. If he had known the place would be so deserted, he could have used his own vehicle. “Yes, places like this like to hang on to deposits. Let me get your bags. Usually I have Charles handle this, but he was busy getting things ready at the hangar and I thought it was too impersonal to send a car.”

  “I could have taken a cab to the airport.” Maggie climbed into the front seat, and latched her seatbelt.

  “They either can’t find the private hangars, or pretend they can’t, so they can drive around to up the fare. Really, this is no problem, and it gives us a chance to get acquainted,” he smiled.

  For a second, Maggie thought she saw something in his eyes. She decided it was just her imagination with all the excitement. They both told their lies on the way to the airport, and Thomas drove towards a hangar where he really did keep a private jet that he had not flown in years. The sale of it was to be finalized next week.

  His car was by the door, and as he parked beside it, he slid open his seat belt and pulled out his cell phone. “Let me tell Charles to come get your bags.” Thomas pretended to fumble the phone, and it landed by her feet. As she bent to retrieve it, he wrenched an arm around her neck and leaned on her to keep her folded over.

  “What the hell? What’s wrong?” Maggie wondered if someone was approaching the car and Mr. Fontana was trying to protect her. “I can’t breathe,” she gasped, and she felt his arm reach for her hand that was on the floorboard, the search for the phone, forgotten. He had her arms pinned and was choking her, and she finally realized she was in trouble when she heard the click of a bracelet around her wrist.

  “What the fuck are you doing? Get off of me, you prick.” Maggie tried to sit up, but he yanked her arm up behind her while still resting his full weight on her back to hold her down. She tried to move her other hand out of his reach, but in the bent over position it was useless. “Damm
it, let go of me,” she said furiously. It still had not occurred to her that he had her practically helpless… until the other hand was hooked to the cuff behind her back.

  He let her up and she glared at him. “Let me out of these things, or I’ll end up with more of your money than you do,” she threatened icily.

  Thomas avoided her kicking feet while he retrieved the phone. “Be quiet.”

  “How dare you, asshole.” Maggie tried to lift a long leg to kick at him. The seatbelt was still latched, and she attempted to twist sideways to reach the lock.

  Thomas squeezed her throat, and when she opened her mouth to scream, he shoved the gag into her mouth. “Be quiet,” he repeated, as he buckled it.

  At last it sunk in that she was in real trouble. He left her strapped in the car while he transferred her suitcases and purse to the trunk of the other vehicle, and she looked frantically for a way to escape. She decided she would kick him in the nuts when he reached in and released the seat belt. She jogged three miles every morning and her legs were strong. and she could run even with her arms tied behind her. She studied the tarmac and figured it was less than a mile to the lights of the next hangar.

  Other than trying to head butt him, Thomas knew her only other defense would be her legs. He gripped her red waves and turned her back to the door as he released the belt and pulled her out. She landed with a thump on the concrete, and before she could twist to kick, he slammed her onto her stomach, sat on her back and grabbed one thrashing ankle at a time and secured it to the cuffs.

  She was heavier than Anna, but he still had no problem wrestling her into the back seat and threading the two seatbelts through her restraints. Thomas checked the rental car one more time and locked it with the keys inside. They would pick it up in the morning.

  Glancing at the rearview mirror while he drove, he could see the girl still looked furious and was screaming muffled curses, but she had not cried. She would, though… she would.

  He pulled off at Ferrington, a small town with only a few businesses and a large bus terminal, where transfers were made to head to different parts of the country. Two weeks earlier, he had driven around a few of the spread out farmhouses. He had stopped on the side of the road by a place with empty fields and years of neglect, pretending to read a map while a woman screamed out the door to her boyfriend.