Free Six Masters Island - De Lucia's Slaves by Candace Smith

pussy and rectum filled with rods that were not overly large, she felt the familiar feeling of the rubber finger pressed against her sore clit.   The belt was secured to hold the device in place while she sobbed.
    Dawson walked back in front of her and pulled her head up, thrusting himself into the ring until she gagged on him.   “I want that tongue stroking, slave.”   Fallon’s tongue moved in involuntary revulsion, trying to escape the slowly plunging skin edging towards the back of her throat.
    Dawson did not force himself past the point where he felt her begin to retch.   He slowly thrust, until his sperm jetted out, holding himself inside her mouth until he felt her have to swallow.   She wailed persistently when he finally retreated.
    “You will learn to obey my orders immediately, and acknowledge me, or you will be punished.”   He walked away to shower and Fallon felt the damning vibration on her clit.   As soon as her lower region clenched, the vibration stopped, and she figured out the application of the new device.
    He left her there all night, listening to her moan when she drifted in exhaustion, loosening her channels and causing the vibrator to buzz.   Several times he woke to her gasping climax as her tired muscles refused to squeeze the rods.
    In the morning, he looked into her tired face and saw the beginning resignation he had been waiting for.   “I will remove the ring and you will suck me properly, and then I will withdraw the device.   Nod if you understand.”
    Fallon could not bear the tormenting vibration any longer, and her muscles had all but given up in their ability to constrict enough to stop it.   She cried, but nodded, and his finger pushed into her mouth and pulled out the ring.   “Acknowledge me, Fallon, and ask to suck my cock.”
    Fallon shuddered, and her liquid green eyes pleaded for reprieve.   It was hopeless.   “Please, Master, let me suck you.”
    “Let me suck your cock.”   The words furthered her humiliation to a much more arousing degree.
    “Please, Master, let me suck your cock.”   Fallon’s voice cracked a bit on the last word, but the organ moved forward and she tried to concentrate on the thought of the rods being removed.   She got through the session, and her stomach tried to rebel at the slick substance.   The belt was loosened and she gushed a quick sob of relief when the impaling devices were finally pulled free.
    Fallon was led to the bathroom, and then down to breakfast.   Andrea was not there.
    Andrea had felt quite proud of herself when Sienna had been chaining her to a post and was distracted by her cell phone.   She had not yet secured Andrea’s ankles, and when she reached up over her head to feel for the hook on her wrists, she was surprised to find it only partially hooked.   It took a moment to pry it off with her bound hands, and by then she heard the shower.
    Andrea walked tentatively over towards the computer bank, waiting for the collar to correct her.   She became more confident as she got closer, and dashed the last two steps to the chair.   “Shit.   Oh, shit.”   She logged into Harkson Industry’s main website and clicked on the link for contacting them.   The message was tricky, and she worked to word it so that management would understand it was not a joke.   They had to understand that it was the company who provided their security program that had kidnapped them.
    Andrea had no way of knowing that the terminal had been compromised so that it would only let her reach Harkson, and only one person would receive the message.   She hit send and logged off as the water turned off in the other room, and she ran back to the post.   She could not work the hook back through her cuffs, so she knelt on the floor and decided to try to convince Sienna that it had released on its own and she had not risked her ire by moving.
    Sienna had, of course, watched the whole episode from the other room.   Before she left