Six Masters Island - Perverse Intentions

by Candace Smith

  “Yes, Master Jeremy,” Anna smiled. She was glowing with pleasure at having received praise from both Masters and Mistress Sarah. With more visitors, she would have another chance to prove herself. She was not worried about slut one and slut two… but now there was a new threat in the basement.

  Sarah answered the door after the clock settled down, and smiled calmly at John McFarland. There was a shadow of a woman standing behind him in a cloak, with a leash attached to a collar and gripped in the old man’s gnarled knuckles. “Sarah, how well you look. I don’t think I’ve seen you since Amelia and Thomas used to throw those garish parties.”

  “Come in, John. The twins are waiting in the living room.” Sarah led him into the large room, and while Anna served them iced tea, the old man’s eyes never left the two women bound in the unusual display across the room.

  “Samuel told me about it,” he said rather sheepishly. “I can’t wait for the clock to chime.”

  “It does much more than that,” Jeremy chuckled.

  Shawny knelt by his arthritic knees with her cloak pooled around her. The years had not been kind to her, and at just shy of forty, Thomas noted Sarah was firmer. Still, he decided to offer her something. “It seems you were not such a waste, after all.” Shawny’s eyes widened at the voice… the taunt that had been in every nightmare… every night. She began shaking, and tears splashed onto her thighs when she lowered her head away from the voice.

  “No, not at all,” John agreed. “Though I took a slight bump on the tuition when she only managed a week in the sorority house.” He shrugged. “Sam got her straightened out for proper use… the only talent the little slut had, anyway.” He stroked her hair. “Shawny, go service Master Thomas, and make sure he understands how much you appreciated his visit.”

  Jeremy licked his lips while he watched the tormented girl tremble and approach Thomas. She stared at the zipper, avoiding his face as her tongue began quivering strokes. As soon as his cock was lodged, Thomas pulled her head back and forced her to look into his eyes. John had made it quite clear that he enjoyed torturing the woman. He sat across from his slave… and surrogate step-daughter… and rubbed his crotch while she shuddered.

  John delighted with the clock, and Shawny stared in fascination, safely back by her Master’s side. “You know, Thomas, I really had no idea it was you until Dennis suggested it when they were investigating the situation with Lisa.”

  “You never said anything,” Thomas noted.

  “Hardly the thing to suggest to your employer, Thomas. There is no smooth way to feel each other out. Though, you made quite an abrupt impression on Joseph,” he chuckled.

  “I never get nervous on my little errands… but, I admit, when he didn’t seem the slightest bit rattled, it hit me in the groin… and not in a good way. Crap, I figured I had blown it for all of us.” Thomas laughed nervously.

  “Well, you’ll have a complete support net now, Thomas. I’d rather wait until the formal meeting so you get an idea of the different club offerings, before mentioning more. There is one thing I’d like to ask, though.”

  “Sure, John, what is it?” Jeremy asked. The whole discussion was exhausting him with excitement and opportunity.

  “The slut they brought you as a gift… Barbra… I wanted to know if you would consider training her and letting me buy her from you. I don’t have the stamina for breaking them in any more, and as I’ve aged I’ve discovered a propensity for staying on the sidelines and watching. I’ve become something of a voyeur, I fear, and I need someone to pair with Shawny.”

  Thomas and Jeremy gazed at each other, and then nodded. “We really never thought about training any of them for another Master, but we certainly don’t need her. Do you have any specific requirements?”

  “I can already see that you know how to train… though, some of your results are a little surprising.” He looked at the clock as it chimed again, and the discussion was paused while the women enacted their scene for the eighth time that day. “She will be subservient to Shawny.” He stroked the girl’s hanging head. “Shawny holds such anger. I think it would be nice to let her be on the issuing side of the whip. With another slave, she won’t hurt her, but it would be somewhat therapeutic. Shawny can teach her the house chores and, of course, she must be unquestionably obedient. Mind you, I can still hold my own, but it gets tedious.”

  “We had no direction planned for her, John, so your suggestion is perfect. Are Joseph and Sam on board with this?” Thomas asked.

  “I haven’t spoken to Joseph, but Sam has no problems with it. He said he didn’t know how I had just put up with Shawny for so many years anyway. After my wife died, things got put on hold. Mitzie was one helluva’ Mistress and we used to train our slaves together.” John wiped a quick tear away, and rose to leave. Shawny buttoned her cloak and followed him silently to the door.

  “We’ll see you at the meeting Thomas… Jeremy.”

  “We’ll call if we need clarification with your slave, John. Thank you for the opportunity and trust,” Jeremy said.

  John waved his hand with his back to them as he walked to the car, with the sulking woman trailing behind at the end of her leash.

  Thomas and Jeremy walked down to the basement where Barbra had been hanging since the previous night, with tatters of her expensive outfit torn into ribbons and waving in the breeze from the air vent. “Good news, slut. We have secured a new position for you. You are going to be trained to be the slave of a slave.”

  The woman screamed an outraged sob. “Oh, I know it doesn’t sound like much now, but it is a beginning.” The way John had described Shawny reminded both men of the way Anna responded to the new sluts. After some thought and a short discussion, they decided to have Anna help with this one’s training.

  Thomas had never had Anna help with Maggie because the woman had sunk into the apathetic state so quickly and Thomas ultimately decided not to allow her any gratification. “Jeremy… what do you think about giving Anna a little free reign with this?”

  Jeremy stared at him for a moment, and then a cruel smile broke out across his thin face. “I’m getting hard just thinking about it. Do you think our sweet little Anna can be that perseverant?”

  “You’ve seen her with the clock.”

  “As long as she only works with her when at least one of us is present, and as long as she does not presume to use the clock this way, I’d like to try it,” Jeremy answered.

  Thomas found Anna just smoothing the comforter after changing the linens on their bed. He brought her down to the basement, and she was terrified she had done something wrong. With her hands over her bottom, she asked, “What did I do, Master?” Her eyes began to fill. “Am I going to be a slut again?”

  “No, no, Anna. You said you would help us train.”

  Her face immediately brightened. “Yes, Master Thomas. Mistress Sarah has told me how important it is to teach them their lessons… and I already know them, so I can help.”

  When Anna got down to the basement, she looked at the slut hanging in her tattered clothes. The woman had been mean to her last night, and tried to make her feel bad because she was jealous that she did not have Master Thomas or Master Jeremy.

  Jeremy took Anna’s hands, and looked her in the wide green eyes. “Anna, to begin with, we want you to have the slut lick your pussy. You can tell us what you need to accomplish this, but it must be done before we leave this room or you will be punished.”

  Anna thought about it, and was already leaking at the thought of the woman lapping her. She could tell by Mistress Sarah’s face that it felt good. The woman was still staring at her with a nasty expression… like she did not believe that Anna had a name… and that she was only a slut. First, she had to make sure she knew that Anna was in charge.

  “Masters, can we strip her and bend her over the beam? The one Master Thomas uses to whip my titties and my pussy?”

  Thomas and Jeremy smiled at each other. Punishment first… very good. Get the s
lut’s attention. Barbra rattled the chains while they ripped and cut the rest of her clothes off her. Thomas dragged her over to the drain, after lashing her wrists together in front of her. She had tried to land a two fisted uppercut into his groin, but he gripped her hair, rose her to the tips of her toes, and pushed her down to the hole to relieve herself. She stubbornly refused to pee until he twisted her nipple so harshly she was sure it must have torn.

  After she finished, he guided her, once again on tiptoes, to the padded beam. Jeremy bolted her hands to the floor, and Thomas strained her legs when he secured the ankle cuffs to the legs of the apparatus. “Do you want the ring gag,” Jeremy asked.

  “No, Master Jeremy, but I need the red paddle.”

  The Masters were amazed, but Thomas retrieved her requested implement. Oooh, how he loved watching Anna’s little bottom redden when he spanked her with it.

  Anna held the paddle over the woman’s face, and she tweaked one of the nipples arched towards the ceiling. The woman glared at her, and Anna smiled and unbuckled the gag and handed it to Master Jeremy. The woman began to scream and curse while the Masters walked over to sit on the sofa and watch. Sarah was just climbing down the stairs, bewildered by the scene, but sat next to Thomas when he patted the cushion.

  “Shut up, stupid slut,” Anna ordered.

  “Fuck you, you little bitch. You better get me out of here, before I… Aaaaah,” she screamed as Anna made a full swing across the side of her breast.

  “Shut up, stupid slut,” Anna warned.

  “You fuckin’ little whore,” the woman screamed. “You little trampy whore. Aaaah, of god…”

  Anna swiped the other breast. The woman opened her mouth, and before she could start in again, Anna delivered a loud whipping sound across the tips of her nipples. Thomas sat forward, and then glanced at Jeremy. Her accuracy had been uncanny, and something he had to practice on Sarah for weeks to accomplish.

  “Eeeee…. Eeeee,” Barbra shrieked. The horrible little girl raised the paddle again, and she closed her mouth, frantically shaking her head.

  “Better. Now, the Masters want to see you lick my pussy. Are you ready?”

  “You’re insane. You’re all insane,” she wailed. The deceiving little girl walked out of view, leaving Barbra staring at the cement block wall.

  Anna stood sideways to Barbra’s presented crotch, and Jeremy thought she looked like a baseball player winding up for a swing. The delivery resembled tennis, as the one-handed blow landed squarely across the slightly spread fatty lips, turning them bright red.

  “Aaaah… oh god…. Aaah… stop… god.”

  Anna walked back to smile sweetly into her eyes. “Ready?”

  “No… no, please… I don’t belong here,” the woman pleaded.

  “The Masters don’t like pleading, slut.” With that, Anna walked back over, wound up, and crashed the paddle across her pussy again.

  The woman was stretching to her toes, sobbing and moaning when the girl walked around to her again. “Ready?”

  “No,” she wailed. “Please.”

  Anna sighed. “I already told you about pleading, slut… and that’s one of the easy lessons. This is going to be a long afternoon,” she hinted threateningly.

  When Anna walked back around, she saw the woman clenching her bottom… just like she did sometimes. She swiped the paddle across her unsuspecting tips again, and her big breasts jiggled while she shrieked. Thomas, Jeremy and Sarah were thoroughly enjoying the display.

  Jeremy’s eyes lit up with sadistic excitement. “Thomas, I want to design her a little black corset… something that fits under her breasts, and to her waist. I want to make little black whips to hang from her nipple rings. My god, can you imagine using this as an event for our guests at the meeting?”

  Thomas had not seen Jeremy this excited in years. Naturally, he was thoroughly caught up in the erotic scene as well. “Perfect, Jeremy. They will see her so meekly delivering cocktails… and then, this. We control her submission as well as her dominance.”

  They returned their focus to Anna when she said, “Are you ready, you stupid slut?”

  Once again, the woman shook her head, but the curses had stopped and she sobbed miserably, pleading with only her eyes. She moaned when the little woman walked out of view again, and she felt some stiff rod wedging between her thighs, spreading them even further, until she was raised to her toes with the pink folds of her swollen pussy completely exposed.

  Jeremy was intrigued when Anna had picked up the ankle spreader and forced it between the woman’s thighs. The unnatural stretch kept it in position, and from the sofa they heard the woman shrieking, “No… no… oh my god… what is wrong with you? No… Aaaaah… aaaah.”

  Once more, Thomas was shaking his head. Anna had brought the wide paddle, directly down on the woman’s clit with such force it flattened her swollen labia for a moment. “All right… all right… damn you, stop… I’ll do it.”

  Anna swiped the paddle across her nipples, and while she shrieked she said, “I told you to shut up, slut.” She dropped the paddle on the woman’s heaving chest, and the three observers rose and walked over to the beam to silently watch.

  Anna grabbed the woman’s head and she spread her thighs, sitting on Barbra’s face. She let go with one hand and twisted her nipple. “I can put two hours in on the treadmill, and lift thirty pounds with each leg. Let me feel that tongue in my pussy and on my clit, slut.”

  Sarah held back a small laugh when her own words were thrown out to the new slut. It had been over a year since she had even tried to lift fifty pounds with her legs. They listened to the muffled wails of the buried woman, but by the shine in Anna’s eyes and her trembling bottom lip, they knew the woman was complying with the order.

  Anna began to clench her bottom and rub frantically on the woman’s face until she gasped out her orgasm. In a few moments, she said, “Clean me, slut.” There was a stifled wail from between her quivering thighs. Anna looked up at the Masters and the Mistress expectantly.

  “Very good, Anna.”

  “Thank you, Masters.” Her smile lit up her face.

  “How do you want to keep her from being so reluctant?” Jeremy asked.

  While Anna rocked on the lapping tongue, she thought about it. “Master Jeremy, I know she’s not a pet, but I have to keep the house clean. Maybe we could move her upstairs… like near the clock or something, so that she’s not in the way. That way, when you want me to teach her a lesson, she will be close by.”

  “An excellent suggestion, Anna. Master Thomas and I will arrange something. I want you to go with your Mistress, she needs to take some measurements.”

  Anna silently followed Sarah upstairs. Am I getting a robe? Am I going to be a Mistress, too? Mistress Anna… that sounds nice.

  “Stop fidgeting, Anna. No, it is for the Masters to tell you what they have planned.” Sarah smiled as she wrote down the measurements. Even with the threat of punishment, her curiosity won out and she kept asking Sarah what she was measuring her for. Sarah just smiled and shook her head.

  Thomas forced a ring into the arched woman’s mouth, and while he and Jeremy relieved painful erections, he said, “You had better start following our little slave’s wishes. We have noticed that she tends to have some pent up aggression towards new sluts.”

  Barbra could not believe what was happening to her. Throughout the night, after her anger calmed enough for her to think, she tried to consider who could find her. All her co-workers at the office had known was that Joseph was taking his office fling to see clients. No one would question a signed statement from Sam that she had been transferred… and no one liked her well enough to bother to call after she left. Bragging about sleeping with the boss assured her of that.

  She held onto a thread of hope that this was Sam’s way of punishing her for leaking information. That bastard. When she talked to Mr. Klisen, she was sure he would help her sue his competition for this. By morning, she was angry again, and
she already pictured the money she would be awarded. The good looking Master came down for Maggie, to haul her back upstairs to announce the time. Fucking weirdo.

  When no one had released her by noon, she was getting a little nervous and beginning to doubt her plan. By the time the tramp was brought downstairs, and ordered her to… oh, gross… anyway, she knew she was in trouble. Her nipples and pussy were throbbing with the bruises the little witch delivered, and now she was naked in the living room, squatting over a bucket with ankle cuffs bolted to the floor, and her arms stretched over her head and roped to the ceiling. Nipple clamps attached to the ankle cuffs kept her almost immobile.

  The little bitch stopped whenever her Masters ordered, and spread her pussy in front of Barbra’s mouth. Slut three, that was what the tramp called her, and she would squeeze the very tip of her captured nipples if her tongue hesitated. She was not sure, but she thought she had been there for a week, with only some Police Chief stopping by, and laughing at her pleas before squeezing both nipples and telling her to be quiet.

  Thomas and Jeremy had a nice talk with Dennis, and he even apologized for not coming by personally to discuss Lisa’s charge. “It would have seemed too out of place and that I gave the accusation too much credence, for me not to have sent the street cops. I had already worked out a way around the charges if she had succeeded with her accusation, so if I was the investigating officer, the whole thing could have been questioned. There’s no problem in Martinsville… Judge Cranshaw is part of our group. But, Lisa might have had the whole thing moved out of town, and we wouldn’t have been able to protect you.”

  “You really were sure it was me,” Thomas said.

  “I knew it was you who snatched the Belmont girl’s hair. I scrubbed some footprints in the garden by the patio, clearly showing the Vanetti brand stamped into the soil. Thomas, at five hundred dollars a pair, even now that’s a lot of money. No adults wore sneakers like that, and no other eighteen year olds could afford them. Naturally, with Johnny, there was no problem covering up Shawny’s incident. Boy, I wanted to grab you knuckleheads and get you to Sam’s for a while.”