Carnal Captive (10 page)

“Not unless I can see.”

“Whatever.” No longer interested in the conversation, he hung up. She’d gone a little pale at the word
scream
and was looking frantically around,
straining against
the
overhead
chain as she did.

“A temporary reprieve,” he informed her
. “Hmm. Regarding the adjustments I was talking about, what
do
I want to do?”

“This doesn’t have to happen
.
Let me go, please. I don’t know where I am or who you are. You’
re
safe. I can’t identify you.”

“Of course I’m safe. You’re the one who
needs to
be worried about that.” He left her long enough to go into
the nearby
equipment
room where an
a
ssortment of bondage supplies, whips, dildos, and other necessities were stored. He selected a pair of wide metal handcuffs and a matching set of ankle restraints.

She was, of course, where he’d left her.

“This is not a discussion, not a dialogue,” he informed her. “I’m not interested in explaining things and won’t condone questions and complaints, do you understand?”

She started to open her mouth, then nodded. He’d kept his hands behind him so she couldn’t see what he had. Stepping up to her, he dropped the ankle bracelets to the
cement
. They made a satisfying cl
a
nk
ing sound
. Taking advantage of her
obvious
dread, he snapped a wide, heavy cuff around her slim wrist
. She bent her head trying to see what he’d done, but with her hands
tucked
under her chin, she
didn’t get far
. He let the
handcuff
dangle while he removed the rope
from
her neck.
She started to lower her arms only to stop and stare
as
he
freed her wrists
. That done, he
forced
her arms behind her
and
closed the metal around her other wrist.

“There. A little variety.” He
ran
his hands from her shoulders to her fingers. After getting rid of the rope
still around her wrists
, he lifted her
hands
until she was bent over. “Having your hands
under your boobs
, especially with
a
log
complicating matters
,
must
have gotten tiresome. I realize you’d prefer not to have any
restraint
, but it’s quite possible those days are behind you.”

Leaving her to mull that over, he knelt and secured her ankles
with metal instead of rope.
He thought she might make the mistake of trying to resist, but apparently she’d
been tethered
long enough for the message to have sunk in.
Deciding he might as well get her barefoot, he pulled off her s
hoes and socks
.

Smiling
in anticipation
, he ran a hand up the inside of her leg.
She gasped and hobbled back a few ineffective inches. He waited until she gave up, then continued his journey.

“Don’t, damn it, don’t!” she hissed.

What was that? Profanity?
Time to teach her where she stood in the great order of things.
Slid
ing his hand under the silly shorts, he
worked his way
past her panties
until h
is fingers
encountered
pubic hair.

“Disgusting.” He made his point by grabbing a few hairs and
yank
ing. “
A thick bush is
one thing I will not allow.”

He yanked again. She’d gotten through the first pull without complaining. Now her breath hissed
,
and she again
tried
to put distance between them. Good thing her legs were
hobbled
, otherwise
undoubtedly
she’d try to
kick
him.

Hair in
part of the female body
that
should
remain
exposed and available had
long
turned his stomach. Between that and the growing discomfort in his knees, he easily
convinced
himself to let go. He used her
body
to haul himself up.

Grasping her jaw, he forced her to look at him. “Here’s a piece of information for you,
slave
. Your
pussy
has become
your most valuable asset. Your master expects it to be in pristine condition
at
all time
s
. Of course, his opinion of what constitutes pristine may differ from mine, but no way will he want a shaggy
cunt
.”

L
ecture given, he let her go. She lifted one leg and then the other as
far as
she could but didn’t try to put distance between them. Good. She was beginning to understand.
One more thing in her favor, she wasn’t a beggar.

Smiling the smile
that
more than one sex slave had called cold, he
reached in his back pocket and drew out his pen knife. She stared at it the way a
caged
bird stares at a cat.

One, two, three slashes and her bra fell to the floor.

“I guess that’s that,” Damek said. “Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be back.”

Chapter Seven

The
evergreens
beyond
Shari’s
reach
were
vibrant, proof they received
an abundance of
rain. Thinking about that, trying to anyway,
she wondered if
she was in
the northwest where forest covered much of the land near the ocean
. She could be anywhere in th
is nameless, dark,
and cooling
forest. Even if she managed to get free, she might never find her way out.

Against her will, she looked down.
Because she sometimes ran barefoot, the bottoms of her feet
were
pretty
tough, but she had no
ill
usions about her ability to walk through the wilderness without shoes. He’d done that on purpose, just as he’d ruined her bra.

She still had shorts on, not that they were any defense against what the men had planned for her.

No! Don’t go there
.
She couldn’t stop shivering.

Despite her attempts not to, h
er mind kept
falling
into bottomless pits
.
S
he didn’t know how long she’d been in the kennel. Occasional bird sounds were a godsend and briefly distracted her from her full bladder. Did they expect her to hold it forever? Maybe they didn’t care.

The more she thought about needing to
urinate
, the worse the pressure became, but she was a grown woman. She didn’t wet herself.

There were three
kennels. The other
two
were empty except for
an assortment of
restraints. She
’d
see
n
something like this
during
news coverage of a dog fighting operation. The difference between what
had been
on TV
and
her reality
was that the kennels here were designed to hold humans.

Women.

Sex slaves.

Muffled sounds
coming
from the forest
caught her attention.
Concentrating
, she
conclud
ed that s
everal people were coming her way. Embarrassed
about her near
naked
state
, she
vacillated
between calling
for help
and waiting. Caution and dread won.

Three figures came into view
. They were
walking single file along a narrow path she’d
taken for
a deer trail except would deer come this close to
what
might
be
the only manmade structure for miles around? The first
,
a man
, was so
large she didn’t have a clear view of
whoever was behind him.

D
read growing, she stared. Now that he was maybe a hundred feet away she realized he had hold of a l
ong, thick
pole
. The other end
—oh
Go
d
!
—was attached to a naked woman’s throat via
a
collar. Swaying,
Shari
forced herself not to turn away.

No wonder
t
he
big breasted
woman
wasn’t trying to break free. With her wrists and elbows encased in
leather straps behind her, she
was hard-pressed
just
to put one foot in front of another
. A second man walked behind the
captive
,
rhythmically
str
i
k
ing
he
r
buttocks with a slim switch. Every time
a blow landed
,
t
he
woman
s
hudder
ed. Her long, dirty blond hair covered much of her
face
, not that Shari wanted to see her expression.

The trio stopped near her kennel, and the lead man used the
pole
to turn the woman toward Shari. After a moment,
t
he
poor prisoner
lifted her head
a
little. Someone had shoved a piece of
what appeared to be doweling
against the sides of
her mouth. Straps kept the gag in place.
A bit
.
She’s wearing a bit
like
a horse.

“Welcome to hell.” The switch-wielding man
pointed
it
at Shari. “You’re going to hate it here.” Laughing, he struck his captive’s buttocks again. She grunted behind her gag
as the other man jerked on the
pole
. Seconds later, they reached the farthest kennel and
kept going
.

Helpl
ess terror slammed into
Shari
. Before she could try to stop herself, urine
ran
down her inner thighs. In the aftermath of her accident, she took scant comfort
from
telling herself
that
neither Damek or Reno would want to touch her
there
now.

“Well, what do you know, there’s the little filly.”

Reno
?
Shaking, she stared in the direction the voice had come from.
T
he neck chain
had enough
slack
in it
that she could have touched
the kennel’s sides
if she’d had use of her arms
. The
collar
was unnecessary. After all, the kennel door was locked
and she
could barely walk.

That didn’t matter
. Only knowing how easily they could get their hands on her did.

Damek was with Reno. The men had changed fr
om sweats to shorts and had
stripped off
their shirts
. Their bare chests were too broad, the muscles too well defined. Reno carried three whips
while
Damek h
ad
a gag
identical to
the one the woman
had worn
. After putting a key in the lock, the
y
stepped into the kennel with her.

“I don’t understand! Oh please, I didn’t—just let me go!”

Glower
ing, Damek held a finger to his mouth. “What did I tell you about speaking, slave?”