Carnal Captive (11 page)

She couldn’t remember anything.

Stepping
ahead of Damek
, Reno
slapped the top of her right breast. “I’m certain
my partner
told you a slave doesn’t speak unless she’s given permission. No whining and no begging. That’s disgusting.” He slapped her again
, forcing her to clench her jaws to keep from crying out
.

“You think that’s disgusting,” Damek observed. “You should see her bush.
Fur everywhere
.”

She didn’t have that much pubic hair. More to the point, she’d never
considered
getting rid of what nature had
design
ed.

“What makes
me
sick,” Reno said, “is that the slave has wet herself.”

Nose wrinkling, Damek stepped back. “I swear I’m never going to get accustomed to certain bodily functions. No way am I
starting on her
until
she’s cleaned up. And we might as well sheer her while we’re at it.”

Reno muttered something she knew she
wouldn’t
want to hear.
Then: “
Your point is taken. However, first a
moment’s pleasure. There’s
a lot to be said for a
s
ubject
getting a hint of what’s ahead of her.”

“
Yes
indeed, there is.”

Damek
put her in mind
of a Doberm
a
n, a sleek and watchful dog. In contrast, Reno was a wolf mix, unpredictable, a
carnivore
.
Or was she right?
Hating the comparison
and question
, she
stared
as Damek
exited
the kennel. Reno studied the distance between
them
,
then
stepped to his
left. He fingered each whip
before dropping two of them
. That left him with
a
multi-fingered
leather
lash.

She barely saw the blow coming, had no way of escaping it. The
strand
s struck her midriff. Shriek
ing, she
wrenched to the left
, hampered by h
er
hobbled
ankles. “Clumsy bitch,”
Reno
said
as he
whipped her buttocks. Pain exploded. Desperate to
keep an eye on him
, she hopped back
around
toward him. The third blow landed on her right breast. Beyond comprehending, she stared at her wounded flesh. 

“Please, please no!”

“We can’t get the
bit in her mouth
soon enough.” Cocking his arm, Reno
struck
her left breast. “Listen to me, slave. You scream when I
say
you can. Otherwise, you stay the hell quiet.”

Beyond questioning the insanity of what she was doing, she fought her hobbles and overhead chain. Laughing,
he followed her,
repeatedly
whipping
her throbbing breasts
.

This wasn’t happening
,
and yet it was. A man was beating her.
Relentlessly. Endlessly. Searing her everywhere.
She didn’t know why, didn’t dare ask, somehow had to keep from screaming because if she did he might whip her to death.

She didn’t realize it at first, but he was herding her in clockwise circles. T
he chain
running up
from her collar twisted tighter and tighter until she was forced onto her toes. Feeling stupid and even more trapped, she tried reversing direction.
A
blow
approximately
every two seconds measured her progress. Her breasts
were on fire
, her back felt flayed, and her legs—was
he reserv
ing
the cruelest blows for
them
?

Hissing and wheezing, she uselessly fought her world.
Sweat
ran off her. H
er shorts clung to her
, t
he crotch fabric bunch
ing
against her
sex. Out of the corner of her eye she s
potted
Damek
through a red film
. Earlier he’d looked at her as if she was
n’t human
. Now a dark light had transformed his gaze. He wasn’t just
a bystander
. S
eeing her being whipped turned him on.

Defeated and exhausted, she stopped
trying to get away
.
Her entire body shook
. S
he
had no idea
where she
did or didn’t
hurt. Maybe the whip had lit fires everywhere.
She tried to hold her head up, but it was so heavy. Besides, she was afraid to look into the
ir
eyes again.

“Lesson one, slave.” Turning the whip around, Reno jammed the handle into the space between her
abused
breasts. “I’d tell you
it
wasn’t so bad but we both know
that
’s a lie.
”
The pressure increased until she had no choice but to shuffle back. She’d tugged on her
wrist restraints
the whole time she was being beaten
and
knew she couldn’t free herself. Why then was she still trying?

Maybe because that was the only thing she could do.

“Let me spell it out
.
” Reno
spoke slowly as if trying to make his point with someone he considered stupid.
“I beat you for two reasons. The first is
so you’ll understand
who is in charge. The second is because I get off on
this particular chore
.” Stepping back, he cocked his arm and slashed both breasts at once. The
awful
pain knocked her off balance. She was choking by the time she got her feet
back
under her.

“There’s another aspect to pain,” Damek said.
Despite how wrecked she felt, she knew she had to
listen
.
“
It
serves as
a
connection to another sensation,
a
much
more pleasurable one. Unfortunately,
you aren’t ready to experience that yet.”

She didn’t know when Damek had joined his fellow torturer, but it didn’t matter. Only an end to pain did. That and trying to
comprehend
why this was happening.

“Damn but you stink.” Grabbing her chin, Damek glared at her.

“It won’t be the last time,” Reno said.

Reno could use a drink. Granted it was
n’t yet cocktail
hour
, an
d he never indulged
in the middle of a training session, but the early days of working with a new slave were intense. A little whiskey would make things even more pleasurable.

The slave had obviously learned her first lesson as witness by how eas
ily they’d
led her into the cleaning area. He’d debated
removing
the
hobbles
, but Damek
had trad
ed
rope for metal
, ergo
Damek
got to decide how long the
restraints
stayed in place.

Well, up to a point.
Once
they’d shav
ed
off that scraggly mess
, they’d
want
easy access to
what made her valuable
.

At the thought, h
is cock twitched.
Down boy, you’ll get your turn,
he told it.
So will my partner
.

The slave
-to-be
did look good in chains he
decided
as Damek led her to the open shower. The
heavy
bracelets and anklets were overkill, but the effect was well worth
the effort
. She looked so what, imprisoned? Yes, imprisoned.
She had a modified farmer’s tan in that her face, arms, and legs were tanned while those lovely breasts were pale
, or rather they’d been before he’d gone after her
. Proof of his handiwork
marred
every inch of exposed skin. He
anticipated
making sure she looked
like that
everywhere
.

Damek
fastened her neck chain to a
handy
overhead ring
.
“Well, what do you think, slave?”
he
asked
the still trembling creature
. “Looking forward to getting clean are you?” He didn’t wait for the answer she’d be wise not to give but
held up
a
key
and
jerk
ed
his head at her feet.

“I approve,” Re
no said. He’d brought the
whips with him, but that still left one hand free to cup himself.

Kneeling, Damek unlocked one end of the
hobble
s
. Metal still wrapped her ankles and she
had to be careful
she didn’t step on the chain, but for the first time since they’d
taken
her
down
, she could stand with her legs apart. He wasn’t surprise
d
when she didn’t widen her stance.
She was trying
to protect her pussy.

Not that it would do her any good.

Standing,
Damek yanked down on her shorts and panties. She gasped and tried to reach for her clothing, but the cuffs
keeping
her hands behind her
made that impossible.

“Step out of
those
degusting
rags
, sl
ut
,” Damek ordered. “
Because you peed on them, you’ve
lost
the
right to wear
them
—or anything.”

She stood flat-footed,
shaking like the proverbial leaf
.

“You really don’t want to play stubborn.”
Reno
held up the
trainers
to reinforce what he was saying
.

Head drooping, she
obediently
lifted one foot and then the other.

“Bye-bye clothes.”
Maneuvering
the nasty
clothes
with the switch, he pushed them
over the ankle restraints
.

“Hmm,” Damek said. “Now that I
have a good
look at her bush I’m thinking it isn’t as bad as I initially thought.”

“But we’re still get
ting
rid of it
.
”
The words must have penetrated her haze because she stared at him with wild,
desperate
eyes. Damn but moments like this counted as
the
job
’s best
perks.

“
Anyt
hing you want to say?” he asked her. “Questions maybe.”

“I—no.”

Because she was too scared and overwhelmed.
Rapid p
rogress would be made as long as they kept her that way.

He was in no hurry
to get to what had to be done
. F
or the first time since she’d been targeted to fulfill
some
oversized
jock’s
fantasy
, he was seeing her naked. Her legs seemed to go on forever,
and
her thighs
were
tightly muscled
thanks to all that running
.
Same with
her buttocks. Unlike
the rest
of her which bore the whip
’s
kisses
, her ass cheeks were untouched. His fingers twitched from a
mix
of wanting to
remedy that
and
anticipating
bury
ing
those fingers inside her hole.