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

the bathroom a text came across her phone reading, ‘I’ll be there tomorrow.   Don’t do anything with her, yet.’   Sienna smiled.   Pre-sells were always welcome… especially the bonus for specific ‘specialty’ training.
    She walked back into the other room to find Andrea trying to look bored and complacent, kneeling by the post.   The whipping welts were turning a pretty purplish hue, and that, along with the text’s directive, stalled further training for the evening.   “Ah… I warn you, I am not distracted too often.”
    “Yes, Mistress,” Andrea said, sounding contrite.
    “A night off, as a reward for not trying anything foolish.”   Sienna led Andrea to the bed, and locked her bound wrists low on a bedpost, and allowed her to curl up on the floor to sleep.
    In the morning, Andrea was wary when her breakfast was served in Sienna’s room, and she nervously ate by the woman’s side while Sienna enjoyed her own tray.   Afterwards, she was chained to the post facing Sienna, with her ankles locked apart.
    A while later, the other Masters arrived with her friends, and all of them were restrained to various devices and the sponge gags were forced into their mouths again.   While Dawson finished gagging Fallon, he leaned forward and whispered, “I guess I never mentioned, that Harkson is one of our most loyal accounts in both appreciation of our encryption software and employee training capabilities.”   Fallon looked at him for a moment with confusion, and then she screamed.
    The girls had only seen Mr. Harkson a few times, like when he came to the high school to tell the students he would welcome applicants who strived to work at his plant in Lewisville.   They recognized him immediately when he walked into Sienna’s room, accompanied by his wife and another younger man.
    “Andrew, Cora… it’s so nice to see you both,” Sienna gushed.   “Naturally, we could have handled this without alarming you, but we thought you might find it a provocative situation.”
    “Well, as you’ve stolen four of my employees,” the older man chuckled, “how could I resist your invitation?   I did a quick check of their application files, and decided to bring Rutger with me to see if my initial assessment is correct.”
    Cora was walking down the line of bound naked girls, gently stroking Courtney’s pale teary cheek, and gazing with admiration at Fallon’s green eyes.   “Are you sure we can’t take more than one, Andy?”
    “No, dear.   It’s not wise to keep them together if they have a past.   Remember what happened to the Garsons a few years ago.”
    “Yes, of course, I know you’re right.”   The woman had already shut the other girls out of her mind when she walked up to Andrea.   She rubbed some of her red hair between her fingers and glanced at her crotch.   “Oh, Andy, a copper colored mare,” she said excitedly.   Velma would be green with envy when she saw her driving the fiery red pony pulling her surrey.
    Andrew leaned towards Dawson and said, “It’s an anniversary gift.   She’s so hard to buy for, as the years go on.”
    Rutger walked over and studied Andrea, running hands all over her body, especially her shoulders and legs.   “She’s good, Mr. Harkson.   I studied her high school records and she did well in cross-country.   She’s not much for sprinting, so I would not bother training her for races.”
    “You mentioned that if I contracted her now I could specify the qualities I want?”   Andrew asked.
    “Yes, though we only do the basics in pony training.   We find stables have their own set-up and we don’t want to instill bad habits.   If you decide at the end of her training that she is not what you want, you lose the deposit because we’ll have to find a buyer that desires those traits.”
    Andrew waved his hand, distracted by his wife’s obvious delight.   “Yes, of course.   Cora has listed what she wants from the slave, and Rutger can