Six Masters Island - Perverse Intentions

by Candace Smith

  “I doubt it,” he said calmly. “I called your office just after you left with that little box of mementos. When I told the receptionist I needed to get hold of you for a project, she said you had resigned with no forwarding firm or location to be contacted.” Thomas smiled. “She seemed rather put off that you had been so unprofessional.”

  “Fuck you. Joseph will find me.”

  “How do you know it was not Joseph who had me contact you?”

  The woman gasped, and Thomas knew he had guessed correctly. She had already let the concept creep into her thoughts. He was not sure she knew her boyfriend was screwing the office manager while pretending to work late. They had become so involved in their affair that they did not think to close the blinds on the second floor office, and Thomas had seen the woman, naked breasts pushed up against the window, with some rag in her mouth and his tie binding her hands.

  “He wouldn’t. He was still begging me not to leave before you got to the motel.”

  “No, you’re right, he didn’t. I merely took you because I could, you stupid, greedy slut. You never would have made it in New York, when you don’t even have the fucking intelligence to research a man who told you to sell everything… and take off.”

  The blow to her intelligence and what she considered to be superior ability, stung. “I did research you, you bastard.”

  “No, you researched a fictitious man named Mr. Fontana. My brother put the barest of info on the Internet… just enough to show the dollars. Of course, it’s all erased now, so if someone should think to look on your computer, it will simply read ‘site not found’. I also think you did not want them to know where you were headed. After you followed my suggestion and sold all your things, I don’t think you told anyone about me… not even the two or three friends you had.”

  Maggie had already considered the same things. Her intention was to sweep into town in a few months and catch Joseph with Barbra, while making sure everybody noticed her expensive clothes and designer briefcase. She had planned to let them stew over their mistake at letting such a valuable employee leave the firm, because they were too stupid to realize the potential Mr. Fontana had recognized. “You’re full of shit,” she lied.

  “No… I don’t think so. Of course, even if you did mention me to them, they would be looking for someone who doesn’t exist. They would just presume it was another one of your little lies and be pissed off that you would just leave without telling them the truth. I mean, I know you told Paula you had discovered the affair, so she will tell the rest of them that you had no reason to stay. How many times did you bitch to her about being passed over as associate?”

  Thomas figured she would not concentrate on her lessons as long as she convinced herself that she would be found. As he pulled each brick out of her foundation of hope, her face fell a little more. He gripped her jaw and shoved the ring behind her teeth, and she shrieked when he unzipped his pants. The huge cock pushed into her mouth while her bruised knees dug into the carpet, and she was retching before he hit the back of her throat. Even Joseph had only felt the briefest touch of her lips, at infrequent intervals.

  When the shaft plunged down… deeper… deeper… she felt the light snack she had had at the motel begin to rise up her tube to meet him. Suddenly, he shuddered and crushed her nose into his pubic hair, and a salty ooze jerked into her meal. When he withdrew, the whole mess choked out of her throat and onto the carpet.

  “Well, perhaps you will enjoy Anna’s pussy more, but you’ll have to wait a few days. It will give you time to adjust to this lesson.” Thomas dragged her over to the stapado chain, and after he attached her wrist cuffs, he unhooked her ankles and pulled her to her toes. He left her shrieking angry curses while he mopped up her mess, walked upstairs, and turned out the light.

  Maggie hung in the darkness, fighting angry tears while she tried to convince herself that she had left some trace to be found. One by one, the evidence was discarded, until she had followed their path to the airport. Forensics… forensics would find her. Surely, a piece of hair or something must still be in the rental car. But, why would anyone think to connect her with that vehicle? And it would probably be thoroughly cleaned and vacuumed before it was rented out again.

  Several hours later, she was scooting on her cramped toes, knowing she could not get out of the bindings, but frantic to try. No one knew she had been abducted. She looked down at her ruined new blue linen skirt, and cried.

  Maggie was not sure if she had slept at all when the light came on and feet crunched down the stairs. Thomas unhooked her wrists and she stumbled forward, and then she thrashed and kicked her aching legs. He dragged her back, re-chained her, and strung her back up. She screamed, and then wailed, and listened to him climb the stairs. He left her in darkness again.

  An hour or so later, he came back to the cellar and unhooked her, and this time she did not fight him when he dragged her to the drain. Maggie had learned her lesson. He reached under her skirt and ripped the crotch of her thong so that the tattered strip sprung up around her waist. He pushed her down over the hole in the floor, and she cried while the suggestion of relieving herself became too unbearable, and she peed.

  He brought her back by the chair, and when she frantically screamed and twisted her head, he let go. She sobbed in relief until she felt him behind her, lifting her hips so her chest crushed into the floor. The skirt flipped onto her back, covering her clenched hands, and she shrieked when she felt a wet finger circle her anus and plunge. Her banged up knees tried to push her forward until her head rested against the leg of the chair.

  Thomas closed his eyes, drawing in air in deep inhales while she wailed, and he forced himself to go slowly and edge his thick rod inside her. The girl began hitching her shrieking sobs, tightening around his cock with each drawn breath.

  Oh god… oh god, he’s ripping me apart. “Op… oh od, eeese… eeese op.”

  “Be quiet, slut, I’m trying to enjoy this,” Thomas said calmly, through clenched teeth. God, the slut was tight. She shuddered, and he plunged faster into the gripping channel until finally his sperm exploded up his shaft and he groaned, grinding the last of him into her ass.

  He retreated and walked to the corner of the cellar, digging around for a few supplies for the slut’s next lesson. She curled up on the carpet mewling painful sobs until it registered he was not near her. Maggie looked up and saw him across the large space, setting up a chair and small table. She groaned as she forced herself to her feet, and with pink tinged sperm leaking down beneath the hem of her skirt, she stumbled towards the stairs.

  When he did not come after her she should have realized something was wrong, but the thought of escaping the torture chamber had her taking each agonizing step up. Carefully turning at the top, she wrapped her fingers around the knob and twisted. In the back of her mind, she refused to believe it was locked and she banged her head against the panel, causing Anna to turn curiously from washing the dishes. When the voice on the other side of the door let out a sob, Anna looked at Mistress Sarah and said, “Stupid slut.”

  Thomas finished arranging his torture, and he sighed and climbed the stairs after her. Without saying a word, he grabbed her hair and pulled her back down. Her feet slid and scrambled, banging more bruises, and trying to find her footing as he dragged her to the chair.

  A silicone phallus stood up from the seat, and she screamed and thrashed more. Thomas pushed her back, lifting her arms over the rail, and straddling her hips while she screamed and the dildo seated inside her. All his heavy weight rested on her thighs while he secured a rope around her chest and waist, tying her to the back of the chair.

  He tied her ankles to the front legs, and she thumped the whole chair in outrage. It was more of a battle to get her wrists hooked to the edge of the table, close together. Between the chair restraints and the short lead on her hands, she could not reach the gag or any knots to free herself, though she rocked in frustration and tried. When she had exhausted herself,
Thomas placed a small black and silver manual typewriter in front of her, with a stack of paper to the side.

  He made sure she could just reach the paper and the roller bar of the machine. After threading a sheet in, he hit the keys and clicked out a sentence. Fingers gripped her jaw and forced her to look up at him. “I know how you love to work… and you are driven by proficiency. I expect five sheets, single spaced, and any sentence with an error comes off the tally at the end.”

  As a final distraction, he split her cleft and the small rod sticking out from the buried dildo began to vibrate. Maggie groaned and turned red with embarrassment, as her pussy clenched and dampened while she sat in her tattered skirt and jacket, and stared at the sentence.

  “I expect you to be finished when I return, or we’ll begin again… over and over, until you learn.” The big man turned and walked up the stairs, and Maggie heard the sound of the key that she had missed before.

  She stared at the sentence he had typed. “I will not vomit when Master Thomas’ cock is in my throat.” Maggie sobbed and reached out her fingers. The vibrator was demanding her attention, and she struggled to type out the words with her shaking hands. She had never been a good typist, and she relied heavily on the corrective abilities of word processors for college. This took all her concentration… concentration being sidetracked by the throbbing in her channel.

  When the orgasm hit, her fingers crushed onto the keys, garbling the letters fitfully. She cried at the mess, and remembered she needed to add another sentence to a sixth sheet. By now, she was primed, and every few minutes she had to stop in frustrated arousal, angrily screaming at her body to ignore the manipulation, or pulling back her fingers until she stopped thrusting. Thomas watched the whole scene in the living room with Sarah, while Anna snuck glances as she cleaned. There was a small, satisfied smile on her face as she watched the new slut being trained.

  Maggie was finishing the last of ten sentences on a sixth page when she heard the door to the cellar unlocked. She tried to tap out another because she had lost count of her mistakes, but this last sentence was messed up by the fifth word.

  Thomas picked up the sheet, and with a red marker he circled her mistakes like a teacher. When he showed them to her, it looked like someone had bled over them. In her ego driven mind, she had not accepted all the errors. “Type… or suck… slut?”

  Maggie squeezed her tortured pussy, glared up defiantly, and reached for another sheet. Thomas turned on his heel and walked back upstairs. Twice more they went through the corrections, with her crotch soaked and in pain and her fingers cramped into claws. Every attempt was worse than the last, and she hated the climaxes that had caused her failure. Finally, she lowered her head in defeat.

  He strapped her hands behind her back and shut off the tormenting vibrator. All her bindings were released and she hung her head, and she did not fight when he led her to the chair. She could smell the faint odor from the carpet, still damp under her knees where she had expelled her stomach’s contents the night before. Thomas grabbed the sides of her head and she closed her eyes while he pushed into her mouth. She still retched in fits when he plunged down her throat, and twisted to get away, to fill her burning lungs with air. At last, the sticky ooze jerked into her throat, and she knelt in despondent humiliation while he withered and pulled out.

  I’m going to die, here. After being tortured until I can’t stand it… until I look forward to him killing me… unless… unless he forces me to live. The thought was terrifying, and Maggie thought if she had a gun or a fistful of pills she would use them right now.

  Thomas noted her depression. She had broken more easily than he had expected, but it would still make her interesting to train. He stroked her cheek with his thumb, waiting for her eyes to refocus. He heard Sarah, right on cue, climbing down the staircase with the girl’s food. It was nice to see her strength returning after so many months.

  Maggie did not notice the woman until she set the bowls in front of her. Her eyes traveled up the silk robe, to a woman with soft blue eyes and long gray hair. She smiled down at Maggie and swiped a thumb over her trembling bottom lip, and stuck it through the ring and wiped it on her tongue. “You missed some, slut. Now, eat the food so we keep up your strength… unless you prefer a diet of Master Thomas.”

  Maggie shuddered and lowered her head, lapping a congealed mess of eggs and oatmeal while the couple chatted on the sofa. Her stomach cramped, but it was empty… besides the man’s… oh, god… she finished in silence. Her mind wandered to the imaginary jet she should be on, flying into a comfortable, lucrative position. How did this happen to me? Why is this happening?

  The empty bowls sat in front of her and she groaned, straightening her back but remaining kneeling. Every part of her ached, from her banged up limbs, strained muscles, tortured pussy and bottom, and scratched throat. A whimper mewled from the gag when the man, Master Thomas, pulled her up, and he led her back to the drain. Maggie stood still while he cut away her clothes, and she shivered when the woman sprayed her from the hose. She washed her and braided her red hair into a thick rope that hung halfway down her back.

  The woman knelt and shaved her pussy, while she kept her trembling thighs spread and concentrated on surviving. She had to do what they said, to keep from being punished, because there was no way she could find to kill herself. Thomas watched her eyes as they glanced around for escape, and it amazed him the confident, egotistical slut had turned in less than a day.

  Maggie shivered while his dark eyes stared at her, meeting his gaze but without the defiance they held earlier. She merely waited nervously to see what he would make her do next. Nothing. He led her to a cage, untied her wrists, and she curled up on the stone floor and closed her eyes.

  Thomas noted the circles under her blue stare, and he decided to let her rest before he continued. It was time for dinner, and he wanted to hear how Jeremy was doing. “I thought this would be more interesting… after purposely choosing someone more dominating. Hell, at this point she’ll already do about anything but she’s just going through the motions… she’s not experiencing it.”

  “It’s too soon to judge how training them on a purely psychological level will do. Thomas, we knew we were going to have to blend the two methods. Let’s push until we learn all we can, and then we’ll devise a lesson plan for the next one,” Jeremy reasoned.

  Sarah smiled smugly as she ate by their side. The Masters had gotten her two new ceramic bowls with her name etched into them. The stupid sluts were never going to get that from the Masters, she assured herself.

  Sarah had mentioned Anna’s unusual feelings about the new women, and the Masters were considering whether or not to knock her down a few notches by having her humiliate herself in front of them, or to allow her to become even more absorbed into their lifestyle by assuming a dominant position over the new slaves.

  By the end of the week, nothing Thomas did seemed to affect the girl much. Even whipping her only caused her to shriek and cry, but the emotion did not reach her eyes. It was as though she was behaving the way she thought he would want her to. No amount of pain seemed to make her react with honest emotion. Thomas finally called on Jeremy to break her apathy.

  Jeremy studied her through a whipping session and while she knelt to service Thomas. A thought came to him, and as his brother pushed down her throat, Jeremy walked to the cabinet and brought back the device. “Smile pretty, slut, and work that cock. Joseph expects action from the sluts he likes to watch.”

  Maggie froze and her eyes jerked to the camcorder. No… no, they wouldn’t. They wouldn’t show Joseph how she was down on her knees, quietly sucking this man’s cock.

  Her apathy was gone, and replaced with debasing terror while she struggled against the hold Master Thomas had on her head. The Masters saw the delicious emotion and fear… and Thomas came up with an idea.

  CHAPTER XII

  To keep all of this pleasure to himself seemed unbearably crude. He wanted someone… besid
es the slaves… to see his Mastery. Oh, the accolades he imagined.

  He was not disappointed in the visitor’s response. He was merely intrigued by the notion that there were others… perhaps more than he originally had considered, who appreciated the natural order. They were secretive, this lot, hiding their knowledge protectively among their peers. Dominant Submission

  Thomas and Jeremy were both nervous, and that was what made their decision so arousing. The sluts had been moved to the main floor two weeks ago, after a month of training. The Masters agreed they were at their limit, and not at all what they desired.

  Jeremy used his extensive knowledge of computers and electronics, and Thomas helped him build his device. The two sluts stood in the corner of the living room, with the back of Helen’s collar attached to the wall and Maggie’s form bent at the waist with her head held up by her hair and attached to a rope hooked into the ceiling that traveled back down to raise her arms. There was a two-foot spreader bar between both women’s legs. A double-ended dildo lay lodged inside of Helen‘s pussy, the head of the other side in Maggie’s mouth. Another was attached to the wall close behind Maggie, with its crown just breaching her ass.

  When the clock struck the hour or half, an earpiece of Jeremy’s recorded order spoke to Helen, and she thrust her spread pussy forward, plunging the dildo down Maggie’s throat. As Helen rocked forward, Maggie was pushed back to impale herself fully on the other one, and she groaned in unfulfilled torture until Helen gasped out her climax and the pushing thrust ended until the next clock strike.

  Anna fed them before they were hooked up in the morning, and before slut one was led to her room and slut two was led to the cage in the dungeon. The weird bald one always looked surprised, but she never spoke and she remained focused on the hands of the clock until the chime sounded. The other one glared at her, and Anna liked to dust her face or bottom to remind her she was just a clock slut… not even a pet. The Masters now had Anna service them again, and when she was allowed to suck them in the living room she smiled salaciously at slut two.