Carnal Captive (18 page)

“Right you are
.
” Damek
r
est
ed
a foot
on the top of her head. “Teachable moments must be
exploited
. Time for you to learn the error of your ways.”

“And for us to reward ourselves for being such good teachers.”

No! Oh God, not!
“
What are you going to do to me?
”

“Damn it!” Reno kicked her imprisoned crotch. “Are you too stupid to learn?” He kicked again
, making her squeal as much from fear as pain
.
“Now, what the hell were you saying?”

“
Please, w
hat are you going to do to me, Masters?” With her face on the floor, she could barely get the hated words out.

“That’s better.” Grabbing her bent elbows, Damek hauled her to her feet. “However, there’s something else you might as well learn now
. You can ask but
answers aren’
t always forthcoming.
Right now y
ou don’t deserve them.
”

Reno
had wanted to
lock the
trainee
into the automatic fucking
machine
.
Damek
had agreed
that having her on her hands and knees with her wrists and ankles chained
while machine-run cocks repeatedly drilled her
had a certain appeal
. However,
he
’d
held out for
another
of his inventions.

“You’re right,” Reno admitted once they had her in position
on a
raised
platform
in the dungeon
. “
Perfect placement
.”

“
And n
o
bending over for us.”
Damek
rubbed his cock for emphasis. “
T
he more I experiment, the more inventive I become.”

At the moment t
he slave
didn’t have
anything shoved up her. Neither
was
she wear
ing
her metal bracelets and anklets.
A wide, heavy bar had been welded in place on the stand. Two bands at either end of the bar immobilized her ankles while two
more
near the middle did the trick for her wrists. The
configuration
kept her arms between her legs and her knees deeply bent.
Even with
her head turned to the side
and
her cheek on the platform, she looked like a frog getting ready to jump.
Most to the point,
her
ass was the highest part of her body.  

“She can’t stay like that long,” Reno observed.

“
She handled the horse for
an hour
,” he pointed out
.
“
She’ll
take
this as long as it pleases us.”

“
I’m having a
hard
time
mak
ing
up my mind.” Reno slapped the
prominently displayed
buttocks. “Pleasure or pain?”

“Or both.”

L
augh
ing, Reno
slapped her hard enough to push her as far forward as
the device
allowed,
which wasn’t much. “All this
training
has me worked up if you get my drift
.
”
He
gripped
his erection through his shorts. “However, it’s your invention.”

“How about we toss for it. I’ll
t
hrow
these—“ He pointed at the whip, s
witch, and flogger
. “into the air. We’ll call which lands closest to her.
Are you a betting man?”

“I used to be until I wised up. The house is always going to win.”

“Except here.”

His suggestion for deciding who got to plunder the slave first wasn’t without
its
flaws, but he didn’t much care. If Reno
fucked her first
, he’d take pictures as a way of filling his time. And if he won, he might ask Reno to do the honors.

Reno
won. Damek stepped back
and
admire
d
the immobile feminine form. Eventually
, he supposed,
he’d acquire his own slave, training her himself of course, but he was in no hurry.
The truth was
, he wasn’t sure he was designed
for
giv
ing
one slave his undivided attention. Not when there were so many to
choose
from—or more to the point, manhandle.

Abuse under the guise of education.

Reno selected a rubber paddle.
H
is expression neutral, he
discarded
his shorts and briefs
,
revealing a
substantial
but not massive cock. Damek
figured
his was larger
, something
Reno would notice. Men did compare after all.

“She’s probably still lubed,” Reno said, “but it never hurts to check.”

The slave, who they hadn’t bothered to gag again, moaned and tried to look back and up a
s
Reno planted himself behind her ass.
With her on
a
platform, alignment wasn’t going to be a problem.

“So you want to watch, do you
, slut
?” Damek asked, his
camera
at the ready. “I doubt if you can see
his
equipment
so let me describe it for you. He’s
well-hung and ready for action
. There’s moisture on the tip
. M
aybe
you
won’t
have to wait
long before he comes. Impressive balls if you’re into that, and even if you aren’t, they’re damn big.
He’ll shoot one hell of a wad.
”

“Pay no attention to him
.
” Reno
accompanied his order
by slapping her ass
with
the flat of his hand
. “I’m what matters. What about it? You ready to get reamed?” Holding the paddle high, he unceremoniously rammed two fingers deep into the
offered
sex hole. Nostrils flared, he
rotated
his hand. Right on cue, the slave arched her back. Her breath labored.

“She’s sensitive,” Damek said unnecessarily. “Although whether in a
willing
or enforced way I’m not sure.”

“One way to find out.”
Withdrawing
his fingers
, Reno
wiped the juices on her
pussy
only to
again
plunder her followed by a long, slow
s
wipe.

She struggled to lower her ass. “Ah no, please no.”

“Listen to that,” Damek said. “
I’m thinking s
he doesn’t want to come because she
knows
she’ll be even more
sensitive
. Listen to me, slave.”
P
ick
ing
up a bamboo switch
, he
tapped her thigh with it. “
Our taking charge of
your sexual responses is
one of the core elements
to our success
. W
e
will
break you.”

Her noisy breathing
said
his words
had gotten through,
that and Reno’s fingers roving around her
cunt
.

“
There wasn’t any
need
for me
to check
her pussy
,” Reno
announced
. “
She’s rip
e and ready
all right
.” Gripping his cock as if it was a tool, he
rammed it into
the
reluctantly-offered
opening.

Instead of burying himself in her, Reno stopped with his erection
half
exposed. His flared nostrils and thinning lips spoke of the effort behind his self-restraint. Intrigued, Damek swept the digital from Reno’s face,
over
the slave’s body, and onto her features. Her eyes were huge.
Barely comprehending.

Lost.

“Pleasure and pain.” Reno spoke in a sing-song tone. “Anticipation and dread. What’s
about
to happen is
so
you
’ll
understand the connection.”

She couldn’t see Reno lift the paddle, but
it didn’t the hell matter
. The broad rubber connected sharply with her
pale
buttocks.

“No! What—no!”

“Oh yes,” Reno corrected and spanked her again.

Watching the muscled arm
repeatedly
rise and fall,
Damek wished his new partner had
order
ed the slave to count out the blows.
Also
,
Reno’s punishment had a
measured quality Damek intended to talk to
him
about. Among the many things he’d learned during his years as a trainer was the
benefit inherent in
keep
ing
a
subject off-balance.
Make
her dread each blow. That way, when the rare gentle tap came, she’d be totally unprepared
and, as a consequence, stupidly grateful
.

Besides, he loved making
a
slave
think
he
might
los
e
control.

“Pay attention.” Reno’s command echoed the paddle’s rhythm. “
You
are
going to
tell me what’s happening
, starting now
. Leave nothing out.”

That was good. Forcing the slave to detail her experience kept it real and immediate.

“
Did you hear me, damn it!
” Knees bent a bit, Reno pushed deeper into
her
hole. “What am I doing?”

“Raping me.”

“No!” The paddle slammed her nicely reddened flesh. “It isn’t rape because you
’
re no longer a person. You’re a subject, an object.” He
s
t
ruck
her again, leaving behind a paddle-shaped mark. “
You want to be a good little slut-slave, don’t you? That way you won’t be punished so much. Maybe.
”

Damek’s temples pulsed when Reno struck
her
hard enough to rock her forward a
s far as the metal bindings allowed
.
That’s right, break her down, shatter her mind.

“You heard him.” Abandoning his decision to let Reno have his fun, Damek smartly laid
the
switch along her thigh. “Tell us what’s happening, bitch.”

The way she bucked—tried to anyway—
made him laugh
. “You’re beating me,” she gasped. “Oh please, you’re beating me.”

“That’s not all.” Dropping the paddle, Reno gripped her buttocks and rammed
fully
into her
. “What else?”

“Ra—you’re inside me
, Master
.”

“What’s another word for
what he’s doing
?” Damek demanded, switching her again. “And
believe me,
you’ll be punished if your response
isn’t what we want to hear
.”

She was already being punished. Hopefully she knew better than to call a spade a spade. “Sex? We’re having sex?”

“Closer.” Reno was getting into it, pummeling her at a
teeth-rattling
pace.
Wanting to hold up his end of things,
Damek
whipped her
repeatedly
,
spacing things out so each blow landed
about
an inch from
the last.
Damn but he was good at leaving elegant marks.