Carnal Captive (12 page)

All three of
them
.

“Sweet,” he said.

“Prime,” Damek added. “
It doesn’t look as if you broke her
flesh
anywhere
. I don’t see how you can do that.”

“Practice.
But don’t worry
, slut
. Next time I’ll get serious.”

Her mouth flopped open like a fish
’s
. Some masters liked
to have
their slaves’ nostrils and tongues
pierced
, but he
did so only reluctantly
. Ringed nipples and labia
were
another
story
—a
lo
v
ely addition to a
n otherwise
n
aked body
.

“Time to get going,” Damek said. “
W
e
’ll
both work
on her
so
it won’t take as long.”

Reno
nearly laughed at that
. A
shower could and often
took
as long as the trainers
remained
entertained. Whether the slave liked being sprayed down wasn’t a consideration.
 

Before long they
’d gag her again, but he
loved getting
the full effect of her reaction. Leaving her neck
-
tethered in the middle of the shower,
he walked over to one of the detachable hoses. Damek did the same
at another
.

“Heat or cold?” he asked.

“Cold of course. It’s much more stimulating to the senses, overloading I should say.”

Could Damek give a simple answer or did everything have to turn into
some kind of
assessment? Shaking off his irritation, he aimed the nozzle at the apprehensive
trainee
and turned it on full blast. She remained silent for nearly a half second
as
her body absorbed the assault. Then,
gasp
ing, she fought.
She probably
would have
lost her footing
and choked herself if
she still wor
e
the hobbles
which w
ould have been inconvenient
since
they’d
have to
stop and
rescue the dumb bitch.

T
his wasn’t their first rodeo
.
They
he
kn
e
w not to
station themselves across from each other
. Just the same,
the slave was getting it from two directions. Every time she breathed, her belly all but disappeared while her nipples hardened
into delightful knots
. Damn, next time he’d clamp
them
first.

“Dance, bitch
!
”
He
aimed his spray at her breasts. “Let’s see you dance.”

After that first shriek, she stopped
assaulting
his eardrums
, leaving him free to enjoy
her gasp
s
and sob
s
.
H
e loved
how
she jerked
about
as if she was being electrocuted
. Damek direct
ed
most of his spray at her
head
hair. When
the
sodden
strands
clung to her neck,
he
aimed lower. For the first time icy water reached her bush. Sobbing low and helpless,
she tried to keep her legs together.

“Let up,” Damek
ordered
at length
. “I want to get this done.”

Knowing what his partner had in mi
nd, Reno reluctantly stopped
. Suds
started shooting
from Damek’s nozzle
, but
Reno had no doubt the water was still cold. Damn but the slave could dance although
dance
didn’t adequately explain her frenzied movements. The harsh
jet
flattened and separated her pubic hair
so it looked as if it had a part in it
. Underneath, her flesh reddened
.

“Legs open, slave,” Damek
commanded
. “If you don’t, this is hitting your face.”

Her emotional and physical battle was a beautiful thing to watch. With each second, Reno became more aroused.
He’d
graduated
his last slave n
early
two weeks ago
. B
ecause he seldom tried
to wrap his mind around what it took to sustain a normal sexual relationship, he hadn’t
fucked
since turning
a tall
blonde over to her master.
That would change
.

Soon.

“Damn it,” Damek hissed. “You heard me. Spread those damn legs of yours.”

Distracted from his hard-on,
Reno
noted
his partner’s loosening hold on
his temper
.
M
aybe
she
’d
caught the threatening note because she stopped trying to get away and
did as Damek had commanded
.
H
ead turned to the side, back arched, and arms straining, she submitted.

Suds ran down her inner thighs. More clung to the hair Damek had found so much fault with.
Aroused
all over
again,
Reno moved to the right. At first he was disappointed with what little he could see, then some of the suds slid off. Her sex lips were
dark
pink
and prominent. Her clit was in there somewhere, but
h
e
’d find it
.

“How long you going to do that?” he asked. “The pee’s gone.”

Damek didn’t respond, prompting Reno to study hi
m
. If anything
the other trainer’s
glare was more intense than when he’d started hosing her. Having seen that look on
his share
of
men, Reno knew Damek was deep into
feeling
his
power. Nothing could stop Damek. He was in control. The slave lived or died depending on his whim.

Knowing what he had to do
, Reno walked over to Damek and yanked the
nozzle
out of his
hand. “Enough.”

Damek reached for
it
, but Reno planted his bulk before
him
. “I
’m serious
. That’s enough.”

Damek’s chest
heaved
. “
Don’t you ever—“

“I won’t
allow
the merchandise
to be
ruined, understand.”

Seconds pa
ssed while Damek pulled in
air.
You’re right.
Guess
I got a little carried away making sure she was clean enough for our needs.”

Okay, he could play that game, whatever it took to give Damek time to get himself under control. Leaving his partner to
tamp down his temper
, he
turned off the water. Then he
freed the slave from the overhead ring.
Saying
nothing
,
he led her
sodden shaking mess
out of the shower and into the examination room.
She slowed as they entered
it
but didn’t make the mistake of resisting. Barely looking at her, he hauled her over to what for
the most part
was a
gynecological
table. There were a few differences. For one, the head was lower than the
foot
. For another, restraints
had been placed
at strategic locations.

“Are you going to help me?” he asked Damek.

Chapter Eight

I
have to
fight
, Shari
thought
as Reno unfastened her wrists
and
Damek held her
in a sitting position
on the table
.
S
he
might
have if she
could
stop shivering. Before she could get control over her
freezing
body, however, the men pushed her down. Two strong pairs of hands stretched her arms over her head
and locked them in place. A
n ominous click reinforced what she
already knew
—her neck had b
een secured to the cold
table.

Reno grabbed the ankle with the dangling chain and drew out
that
leg while Damek did the same with the other. Inch by relentless inch, t
hey
forc
ed her legs up and out
. The tension
increas
ed until she half believed they were
determined
on tearing her apart. Finally
, thankfully,
they stopped tugging. Two
more
clicks
told
her they’d fastened her ankles to something. Lifting her head a
n
inch which was all the slack she had, she stared at her
splayed and
suspended legs.

Despite her
resolved
, s
he
sobbed helplessly
as leather straps were
wrapped tightly around
her calves and thighs and
the straps attached to
overhead hooks
. Another strap went around her waist. It was so tight it hampered her breathing and left her wedded to the table. When yet another strap
flattened
her breasts, she struggled to wrap her mind around
the
overkill.

The men
moved
out of her line of vision.
Not knowing
what they
were doing
frightened her even more than being restrained with her pussy
lewdly
exposed. They were going to do something to her sex but what? She could almost handle getting shaved there, but if they intended to rape her—

What was she thinking? Of course rape was part of th
is
nightmare.

“No, no, that isn’t necessary,” Damek said
to Reno
. “I appreciate your consideration, but I’m up to the task. In fact, boasting aside, I believe you’ll be impressed with my shaving skills.”

Reno chuckled. “Sounds like boasting to me.”

“I’m
stating facts. As repulsed as I am by cunt hair, I
realized
early on that
I needed
to become an expert in its removal.”

She was right. They were going to shave her down there, followed by
…

S
tepp
ing
between her legs
, Damek
held up an old fashioned straight razor for her to see. His other hand held
an
aerosol
shavi
ng cream
can
. He wore
latex gloves. Studying her
face
, he lightly ran the blade over her inner thigh.

“A word of warning, slave,”
he
said. “I don’t need to point out that I’ll be working on an area of your body with many loose and soft p
arts
. If you
hold still
, I
might
be able to
complete my task without drawing blood
.
I can’t guarantee success because the foam will hamper my ability to see
everything.
If you’re unable to
overcome
certain instincts
, you’ll pay the price.”

Reno sighed.
“
What he’s saying is,
f
ighting’s not going to get you anywhere.”

The question of why they were doing this
echoed
through her splintering mind, but she already knew. Because they could. Because they got off on treating her like an object.
A sexual object.