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

complete her training when she is shipped to our estate outside of Charente.”   Andrew walked over to his wife and stared into the girl’s shocked eyes.   “She looks stubborn.”
    “Most redheads are, Andrew.   I’ve dealt with it before, and I think Cora has a strong enough hand to keep her in line,” Sienna replied.
    Cora turned back to her.   “Absolutely, don’t break all of the spirit out of her.”
    “We’ll have her well honed towards your requirements, and Rutger looks more than capable of handling her cart training,” Sienna assured her.   “Let me go over your list with you, and we can discuss physical alterations you want us to do here.   Dawson and Andrew can handle the contract while we talk.”
    While the two Mistresses chatted over tea in the seating area, the four girls stared at each other with distraught sobbing.   If anyone in Lewisville pressed too hard to find them, they were sure Mr. Harkson would dissuade their efforts.   They realized the door to their freedom had slammed shut, and that their futures lay in the hands of their sadistic Masters.
    The Harksons and Rutger left shortly after lunch, and the women were released from their restraints.   They were left with Demano to bring back from their despondent reflections, and all four spent most of their time with their groomers, silently crying.
    After dinner, they were caged in their Masters’ apartments, while the siblings outlined Andrea’s training.   Harkson had paid an enormous deposit towards the gift for his wife, and they had to make sure they all understood the schedule for her training.   Because Cora wanted the girl to service her beyond the stables, and she was determined to make sure all of her friends saw her copper De Lucia trained slave, Sienna was getting two sessions with her.   Rather than have poor Brian end up with two miserable sessions with Megan, they decided to actually purchase a girl, because it was too time consuming to set up another abduction.
    They put Devon on conference screen, where they could speak with the slave trader from the islands.   The dark goatee with swept back hair and piercing eyes looked back at them.   “Ah, the famous De Lucia’s.   To what do I owe this honor?   You’re not considering expanding, I hope.”
    “No, Devon,” Dawson chuckled.   “How are things down there?”
    “Much better than Europe, my friend.”   The man scowled, “Besides, it was too humiliating to reach only half the price on the auction block for my merchandise when your slaves were there.   In the islands, I have a source of product, and what refuses to be trained goes to one of the brothels.”
    “I thought you decided not to wholesale,” Richard replied.
    “There’s too many to personally train.   Six Masters Island alone offers at least a dozen a year… and all prime stuff.   The slaves they sell are just balky or lacking what the Masters require, and sometimes they just go on their acquisitions to fund the island and pass all of them on.”   Devon’s eyes narrowed.   “So, as we have not spoken in three years, I assume this is not just a call to find out about the island weather.   You’re not thinking about buying Chayton’s estate are you?”
    Dawson shrugged at Sienna, and she whispered, “That was the Master that Harkson told you was selling down there.”
    “Oh… god, no.   We like our mountain too well, and we need to be close enough to handle our technology business interests.”
    Devon looked relieved.   “Damn it, Dawson, I thought I was going to have to move again to get away from you.   So, what can I help you with?”
    “Andrew Harkson was here for a pre-sell for his wife.   I guess he did make an attempt at that estate, and was turned down.   Anyway, it reminded me that you were down there, and I wanted to know what you have available.”
    “ You buying a slave from me ?”   Devon twisted his goatee and narrowed his black eyes again.