Six Masters Island - De Lucia's Slaves (12 page)

The siblings met in Dawson’s office the next afternoon.
 
“We’ll be gone a few days.
 
Are you sure you can handle things?
 
Courtney will be upset,” Dawson said.

“Adela is here to help, and Courtney will learn to adjust.
 
Besides, I’ll be busy screening information about our next targets.”

Richard decided to get the tears over with, and told Courtney that Fallon and Isabelle would be gone in the morning.
 
She cried about how lonely she would be, until Richard began discussing the new targets.
 
“I’ll need your help training them, Courtney.”

Her eyes took on a serious, wide look.
 
“You won’t find anyone you want more than me, will you?”

“No, I don’t think I could stand that,” he chuckled.

Courtney reached down.
 
“And you won’t give her a chain.”

“No, only you get a chain.”

“Okay then.”

Richard squeezed her as she curled up on his chest, deciding to let it slide that it was not her place as his slave to give him permission.

In the morning, Lucille once again splashed milk and sprinkled sugar on her gruel.
 
She knew Courtney was not leaving, and she was certain the cook knew she had no feelings for Isabelle.
 
Half way through her meal she understood, and turned and blinked back tears at the old woman.

“I’ll miss you, kitty-cat.
 
You always were the sensible one.”

“Oh… oh, god.
 
I’m being sold,” Fallon said in shock.

Lucille leaned down and swiped a fallen tear.
 
She knew the Masters could hear her, and gave the instructed speech.
 
“You’re a pre-sell, Fallon.
 
A Master saw your picture and read your file, and wanted you.
 
If he decides you’re what he needs, you could end up secure like Courtney, and not be shuffled around.
 
I’d like that for you.”

“Oh god, Mistress.
 
I’m so scared,” Fallon whispered.

“Nonsense, Fallon.
 
Dawson would not let you go if you weren’t ready.
 
You have all of the training you need for your new Master.
 
Make the De Lucia estate proud, girl.”

After breakfast, Fallon followed Dawson to the elevator and began to tremble as it lowered.
 
She climbed into the tram, and watched the elevator open to Isabelle, Brian and Sienna.
 
She looked over their shoulder hoping to see Courtney and Richard to say goodbye.
 
It was not to be.

CHAPTER VII

When Dawson walked Fallon up the steps of the plane, she was surprised to see Demano waiting for them.
 
Instead of being tied to the seats in the front, she was brought back to the comfortable seating area at the back of the jet, and knelt facing Dawson.
 
Isabelle was at her back, kneeling in front of Brian and quivering in shocked silence.
 
She was being traded yet again, with the new Master wanting the frightening training bands.

Sienna and Demano walked to the cockpit.

“I thought you would be a loss to us, Isabelle,” Dawson admitted.
 
“I’m pleased Brian was able to find a suitable choice in your training.”

“Yes, and it seems you made quite an impression on Master Devon, Isabelle, but he was as thrown off as the rest of us as what to do with you.
 
He did recognize your attributes as a slave,” Brian said.

“I’m going back to the trader?”
 
Isabelle fought her tears.
 
“It is the brothels then?” she said in resignation.

“No, not the brothels.
 
Devon is keeping you for himself, though it did take quite a bit of persuasion for him to believe that the bands work with you.
 
He’s intrigued, and I’m sure will come up with many more uses than I have.
 
He admitted that he always wanted a De Lucia slave,” Brian chuckled.

The jet landed on Devon’s island at dawn, and when Isabelle knelt before him on the tarmac, his dark eyes glared down at her and she felt the bands on her knees begin to spark.
 
She silently spread them far apart, and positioned her hands and stroked herself until the shocks stopped on the bead.

Brian handed Devon the remote, and the trader said, “She is probably the best advertisement you could have chosen, for the device.
 
You’re staying to instruct me?”

“Yes, until tomorrow when Sienna and Dawson will be returning from Six Masters Island,” Brian replied.

Devon pointed to an island in the distance and said, “That’s Six Masters.
 
Preston’s estate is where it dips into a cove over there, and his landing strip is between the beach and the crop fields his sister manages.”

“That’s Camille, isn’t it?” Sienna asked.
 
“I met her once in Sweden a few years ago.”

“Preston is her twin brother.
 
There are two sets of twins on the Island now.
 
The Kinsey’s took over Chayton’s estate a few months ago,” Devon replied.

As Sienna, Demano and Dawson walked back to the jet, Devon called back, “Oh, and tell Richard congratulations.
 
I never saw that one coming.”

The trio walked back onto the jet, and Sienna made the quick flight to Preston’s airstrip.
 
“Welcome to Six Masters Island,” a tall woman smiled.
 
“Sienna, it’s good to see you again.”

They were greeted by Preston and Camille, and Fallon trembled as the Mistress lifted her chin.
 
They had the same cat-green eyes, though Camille was taller and older, and much more commanding.
 
“The resemblance is acceptable,” Camille noted.

Preston ran his hands down Fallon’s sides, and she forced herself to remain silent when his fingers stroked her slit.
 
She knew she was wet, because now fear seemed to cause her to moisten.
 
He looked down at the labial rings and gripped her jaw.
 
“You have not been whipped?”

“No, Master,” Fallon quivered.

“I had Adela insert the rings when I thought she would be trained by Sienna.
 
As I explained, we did not rotate them this year, so several of your interests have been left for you to complete,” Dawson replied.
 
“She has been trained in basic obedience, bondage, and some pain.”

“Humiliation?”

“Most definitely,” Dawson affirmed.
 
“And some virginal qualities are left.”

Preston arched a brow, and studied the slave.
 
She was a cross between Camille, which would provide the necessary family resemblance, and Sundown, his Champion pony whose figure and form were always arousing to him.
 
He was skeptical any part of her body had not been touched.

“I will have medic check her,” Preston warned.

“Naturally.
 
For what you require, that is to be expected,” Dawson agreed.

“Preston, you know De Lucia slaves are the best that can be acquired.
 
They have admitted that this one has been through the basics, so it leaves plenty of fun for you without all the irritating whining and wailing,” Camille said.

“My apologies.”
 
Preston ran his fingers through his dark hair.
 
The silver streaks reminded Fallon of Dawson, but this man was much more intimidating and, if possible, even more handsome.
 
“I’m used to acquiring my own slaves during acquisitions, but when Devon sent over her picture, both Camille and I recognized the possibilities.”

As they walked towards the house, Dawson said, “This is never easy.
 
My brother acquired a companion this year, and I’m six years older, so I know it is supposed to be my responsibility to produce heirs.”

Preston replied, “Then you do understand.
 
Camille has no interest.”

“Sienna won’t even consider it,” Dawson chuckled.

“I admit it puts me at ease to know you are suffering the same consideration,” Preston said.

“Preston, I have confidence Fallon will suit your needs.”

Preston stopped and narrowed his eyes.
 
“Why did you pass on her?”

“I’m not sure… and I’m not sure I may not regret the decision,” Dawson admitted.

Fallon followed silently behind the women, with Demano holding her lead.
 
Preston led them to their rooms, and took the leash from Demano when he joined Sienna.
 
“We’ll meet on the terrace in the back for refreshments in half an hour,” Camille suggested.
 
“That should give everyone a chance to freshen up.”

Fallon’s feet began to drag the further she was pulled down the hallway.
 
She looked back at the door Dawson had walked through, and when Preston stopped, she almost walked into him.
 
“I thought you were trained in obedience.”

“I’m sorry, Master,” Fallon quivered.
 
Her stomach was clenching in a panic she did not understand.

Preston pulled her close and ran a hand down her back, feeling his cock stir with her trembling.
 
He could not wait to bite a whip across her.
 
“It’s separation anxiety.”
 
She was loyal to her Master… a very good trait.

“I don’t know what that is, Master.”
 
Fallon’s eyes were filling with something resembling pain.

Preston held her back and looked into the swimming green eyes.
 
“You are leaving your Master, and he has controlled your world.
 
Slaves tell me it makes them feel as though they’re falling… they’ve lost their anchor.”

“Yes, Master.”

“It won’t take you long to transfer your feelings, slave.
 
I am quite demanding as to my expectations.”

His strength and unequivocal reassurance did calm her somewhat, and she continued down the hall behind him.
 
The home was large with many long halls and rooms, most open to the balmy outside.
 
Preston opened the door to a small, comfortably furnished room with a bathroom off to the side.
 
There was a large window that looked out onto the cove, and Fallon gazed nervously at the white sandy beach with the waves crashing on shore.
 
There was so much space and emptiness that she felt completely ungrounded, and she looked at the carpet.

“Have you been kept in a cell?” Preston asked.
 
She had a slight tan, so it seemed unlikely.

“No, Master,” Fallon trembled.
 
She tried to think of Lucille’s words about pleasing him so she would not be sold again.
 
“I’m sorry, Master Preston.
 
I’m trying not to be afraid.”

“A mountain… the De Lucia’s estate is in a mountain,” Preston remembered.

“Yes, Master.
 
We exercised on the balcony when it was warm, but there was a wall, so most of what we could see was the sky.”

Preston closed the drapes and Fallon raised her eyes, feeling much more secure in the confinement.
 
She looked up at the man in expectation of his orders.

“Better?”

“Yes, thank you, Master.”

Fallon studied the small room with the double bed and soft comforter window seat to look out onto the cove… when she was able to do so… a small dresser and mirror, and she began to relax.

“I want you to wash up and put this on.
 
Wait for me to return.
 
You have twenty minutes.”

“Yes, Master Preston.”
 
Fallon quickly moved to the bathroom, and fumbled starting the shower.
 
It had been a long time since she had washed herself.

When Preston returned, she was sitting on the window seat, peeking through the drapes at the ocean.
 
She jumped when his hand rested on her shoulder.
 
“Follow behind me.”

“Yes, Master Preston.”
 
Fallon rose, and hoped she was being led to the terrace where Dawson would be.
 
The man led her down another hallway to a door that opened to a clinic looking room, and Fallon panicked.

Preston was well aware that new slaves were used to clinics meaning painful alterations.
 
A man brushed by them.
 
“This the one?”

“Yes.
 
Thank you for coming here to do this.”

“Much less upsetting, especially if you’re evaluating her.”

Fallon felt uneasy with the statement.
 
Evaluating her for what?
 
To see if he wanted to keep her?

“Fallon, slip off the shift and lie down,” Preston ordered.

“Yes, Master Preston.”
 
It felt strange to have the garment on anyway.
 
She folded it in half and laid it on the desk, and quivered when she lay on the table, but an evaluation did not sound painful.
 
The medic began by checking her eyes and ears, he took a tongue depressor and pressed down in her mouth… and then pushed back.
 
Deeper and deeper until she coughed and gagged with tears filling her eyes and her arms preparing to raise and stop him.

“Satisfied?”

“Yes,” Preston answered.
 
If Dawson had lied about her taking him down her throat, she would not have allowed herself to retch.

Fallon closed her eyes while the man fondled her breasts until her nipples tightened in response.
 
Next was her sex, but the evaluation he did seemed more like what her doctor back home had done instead of Adela’s manipulation for size and pain.

She was ordered onto her stomach and her thighs were spread.
 
The shaking before the lubricated device was inserted answered questions about whether she was used to sodomy.
 
The medic was blunter for assurance.
 
“Your former Master never used your rectum?”
 
Fallon had no idea what he meant.
 
“Did he ever fuck you in the ass?”

Fallon colored deep red.
 
“No, Master.
 
He did use a training device on me, a long time ago.”

Preston was certain she was being truthful.
 
The medic sat her up and took a blood sample, and added it to his swabs.
 
“I see no problems here, Preston, but I’ll get back to you within an hour with the other test results.”

“Thank you.
 
Fallon, get dressed again.”

“Yes, Master.”
 
She followed him to the terrace after the odd examination, and knelt on a pillow by his side.

“I take it the preliminaries are done, and that you are satisfied?” Dawson said.

“Yes.
 
The tests will be completed shortly.
 
Where are the others?”

“Camille brought Sienna and Demano to see the fields,” Dawson replied.

“Mmmm, yes, well, she does like to show her boys off.”

The men talked about Europe and the Island, and people Fallon did not know.
 
The salt air and waves crashing in the background made her eyes grow heavy.
 
She did not sleep much during the overnight flight.
 
Preston caught her yawn and pushed down on her shoulder until Fallon was lying on the large pillow.
 
She was not sure what he meant her to do, and waited for his order.
 
It was all confusing, because Dawson never left her without specific instructions.
 
Sometime during her whirling thoughts, her eyes blinked closed and did not reopen.

The next thing she heard was laughing voices, and she saw the legs of the people returning from Camille’s tour.
 
She risked looking up at Preston, and he indicated she should kneel again.

“You’re too lenient with her, Preston.
 
She’s used to being told what to do,” Dawson said.

“As a companion, she’ll be given more freedoms.
 
If the tests had not come back positive, you would be taking her back with you.”

“Then you agree to the contract?”

“I’ll have the money wired so it will appear in your account before you fly out in the morning,” Preston responded.
 
Fallon realized she had just been sold.