Carnal Captive (16 page)

“A bit of a lesson, slave,” Damek said, “Or perhaps I should call it a forerunner of things to come.” Helpless to
stop the pressure
, she opened
her mouth even wider. The
tip touched the back of her throat,
making
her
gag. He kept up the punishment and she started to choke.

“Back down,” Reno
snapped
. “I don’t want her passing out.”

“Of course not.”
Not hurrying,
Damek drew the
plug out of her
. “That would be counterproductive, at this point.”

Reno started tapping the
base of the
dildo
,
distract
ing
her from the lingering discomfort in her throat
.
S
he tried to tell herself he was hurting her
but
knew better. The truth was, the irregular
ly-paced
vibrations
felt wonderful.

S
igh
ing
dramatically
, Damek
returned to his post between her legs
,
telegraph
ing
his journey by running
a hand
over her body. Like
what
Reno was
doing t
o her channel, this felt wonderful.
A reprieve.

“All right, where was
I?” Damek asked
. “Oh yes, asking for your input.”

Ask
wasn’t part of today. Demand was.
Still
, the
sensations aroused
her
.
When
Damek brushed her clit
, she
whine
d
in anticipation.

“That’s right,
meat
,”
he
said. “Let us know what you’re feeling.” He
again
touched her hungry bud, more firmly this time. “I’m allowing you to speak because I want to see how good you are at descri
ptions
. If you fail the test, hell, if we judge your performance to be lacking in any way, I’ll
silence
you again. Only this time I’ll use a penis gag.”

She didn’t need to see one to know what he was
talking about
. The penis-like object would relentlessly
fill her mouth
.

“What do you want me to say?” She hated how defeated she sounded.

“To, in part, describe your responses. For example, when I do this—“ Closing thumb and forefinger around her clit, he
applied light pressure
.
A wave of something hot and good spread through her
. “How does it feel?”

“Feel?”

Reno slapped the dildo base. “Don’t go stupid on us, slave. Describe.”

I’m turned on.
“I, ah, I hurt everywhere
,
”
she in part lied
.

“Oh, I doubt that.”

The object filling her pussy twirled
about
. She tried to
picture
Reno
manipulat
ing it but couldn’t pull her mind from the
fantastic yet frightening
sensation.

“You’re going to be sexually stimulated on two fronts, so to speak,” Damek
explained.
“In order to avoid punishment, I strongly suggest you
get with the
descri
ption
.”

Unable to
wrap her mind around
what he meant by two fronts, she swallowed and forced out the degrading words. “It’s so big. It fills me. I want it gone.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I do,” she barely whispered. “It doesn’t belong there. I had no say—“

“Immaterial,” Damek interrupted.
Something
solid
settled over her clit
, cupp
ing
it and h
o
ld
ing
it prisoner. “
Keep going
.”

Unable to stop herself, s
he wiggled her ass
a bit
. H
er clit remained trapped
while t
he dildo continued its relentless
rotations
. “I don’t know what it is,” she man
aged as fire licked
. “Something’s covering my—my—“

“Your bud of pleasure.” Damek laughed. “For the record—“ The pressure against her clit increased. “It’s the base of what’s about to go into your ass.
Interesting
how nicely it fits over you. Go on.”

“You have no right
doing—“

“
Wrong.
We have every right.” Reno rammed the dildo deeper. “Have you forgotten, you’ve been bought and paid for. We’re doing what we were hired to. Would you like to see the contract?”

Swallowing what little pride she had left, she said, “
You want me to say this turn
s me on, b
ut you’re wrong.
”

“Are we?”

“Yes!
If I could, I’d kill you. Both of you.”
Had she said that? And if so, what were the consequences?

“We
don’t doubt
that, but you’re not going to get the chance so why don’t you sit there and enjoy the ride.”

“Speaking of the ride, I’m getting damn tired of this.”

“You’re an impatient man,” Damek
chided
.

“
So
. It’s time to get this show on the road.”

“
What do you think
we’ve been doing
?
However, you have a point. Trying to get her to
admit we’re turning her into a sex slut
may be a fool’s mission, at least on this, her first training day. Time to overwhelm her.”

She was already overwhelmed,
surely
they kn
e
w that
.

Damek struck her ass opening with what she assumed was the butt plug. “What are you—“ she started to say. He struck her again. Then,
ramming
her against the sawhorse as he did, he shoved the plug into her.
P
ain nearly overwhelmed her
only to
fade as her
sphincter
muscles relaxed—or surrendered. He accomplish
ed
his task, given her no opportunity to prepare or fight. Unlike the slow and measured way Reno had filled her vagina,
Damek had
attacked. Robbed her of even more
of a
sense of self.

“Crap,” Reno grumbled, “you could have hurt her.”

“I didn’t.” Damek demonstrated by moving the plug about, repeatedly forcing her onto her toes.
Heat spasms stabbed her everywhere.
“
B
ecause I know what I’m doing.
”

Don’t
do this
! I can’t handle it.

“Ready?” Reno asked.

“I want to take
more
pictures.
T
hink you can handle both
tools
?”

“
Hell yes!
” Reno snapped. “I’ve been at this as long as you have.”

Would the men argue? Maybe they couldn’t work together. If
so
, could she somehow escape?

Yes
, she
desperately reassured
herself as the twin invasions pressed against her innards,
demanding,
promising and threatening
all
at the same time. She’d escape.

Unable to
concentrate on
how that would happen, she imagined herself running through the forest. This was her desperate dream. She’d make it turn out the way she needed it to. The men would lumber after her, cursing each other. With e
very
fleet step, she’d put more distance between herself and them. The forest would embrace her, cooling her over-heated skin and provid
ing
her with
vital
shelter.

She’d run for hours, long after she no longer heard their plodding footsteps. Finally she’d come across a creek where she’d kneel and drink sweet, cold water. It would be nearly dark by then, just enough time
for her
to spot the hollowed-out tree trunk where she’d spend the night. She didn’t
have to worry about getting
chilled because she’d grabbed her clothes as she was running out the door. As for food—

A dark presence
in front of
her
shattered the dream.
She recognized Damek’s pale le
gs
.

“You ready?” Reno asked. “Get her whole expression.”

“I intend to
,
but first I
’m going to make a small adjustment
.”

Shari could hardly believe it when Damek unsnapped the chain from her collar.
S
he still wore the hated collar but being able to lift her head was wonderful.
S
he glared at Damek. He smiled back.

“What’s going on?” Reno asked.

“
Good news. S
he still has fire. I don’t
want
to extinguish it, yet, but she needs to
realize
any kind of
rebellion isn’t going to get her anywhere.” Damek clamped his thumb and finger over her nose, forcing her to suck in air through her mouth. She tried to whip her head to the side only to moan and stop because the pressure against her nose hurt so.

“Do you comprehend what’s happening?” He didn’t let go. “You’re a wild horse, slave, a mustang caring about nothing
breaking
free, but we’ll break you of that
nonsense
. We’ve already started.”

He twi
sted her nose
. “Apologize for that glare,
meat
. Now!”

Do it. Give him what he wants
!
“I’m sorry.” She didn’t recognize her voice.

“Not there yet.” He twisted
in the opposite direction
. “The exact words I expect to hear are, ‘I’m sorry, Master’.”

Master! No, not that.
Pain pounded into her
,
replac
ing
fury with fear. “I’m sorry, Master.”

“Beautiful word,” Reno muttered
. “I never tire of hearing
it.
”

“Me either.” Smiling a wolf’s smile, Damek let go of her nose.
Fighting not to
sob
, she let her head drop. “I do believe the slave is beginning to get it. Are you ready?
”

“Ready.”

One thing penetrated her self-disgust, Reno’s hands forcing the objects
even
deep
er
in
to her.
A
humming
sound
began
. Both plugs
l
eaped to life
.
She’d used vibrators, but her collection ran off AA batteries. The
beast
s inside her were
so
powerful
! P
ossessed her.

R
aw energy flowed over her. She knew
nothing except sexual stimulation, cared about nothing beyond heat and wanting.
Release.

“
That’s m
edium speed,” Reno informed her. “Because I don’t have a cunt—“ he laughed. “I can only imagine what this feels like.
How
does she look?”

Grabbing
her hair
, Damek
pulled her head up. “
Don’t
fucking
move
,” he commanded. “Otherwise—“ He extended
a
hand toward her nose.

Cowed
, she managed to hold still
while
Damek
took more pi
ctures.
Waves of unwanted yet thrilling electricity claimed her.

“She looks like a cow trying to
figure out
how to escape
one of those
neck squeeze
contraptions
,”
Damek
said.