Carnal Captive (20 page)

There weren’t any dogs here, just four naked young women, each with two casually-dressed men
accompanying
them. Those, he concluded, must be the trainers.

“Take your time,” Joe said. “
G
et the full effect.
O
nce you’ve absorbed it all, let’s see if you can
determine
which is your
possession
.” 

Yours.
One of those naked and restrained women belonged to him. Walking over to the
cyclone
fencing, he
gripped
it.
A
n apparatus that reminded him of a mechanical horse hot walker
took up a quarter of the space
. A
half dozen metal
arms
were
attached to the top
of
a sturdy
metal pole stuck in the ground
. Two slaves had been harnessed to the hot walker and were trotting around and around the po
le
. He guessed the rotation was electrically controlled which meant they either kept up or
got
dragged
in countless circles
.

Metal bands surrounded t
he
ir w
rists, ankles, and necks. Both
slaves
wore
leather
headgear
that
encased them from the neck up, leaving little room for their eyes and noses. Chains ran from the metal arms to rings in the
ir
collars and kept the women moving. One had full use of her arms, but they dangled at her sides as if she was exhausted. The other
’s
had been cuffed behind her.

“Marvelous for building up the leg muscles,” Joe explained. “Also works on balance.”

Dragging his
gaze
off the disturbing yet exciting scene,
Bay
turned his attention to
a slave
who was
running up one side of a
wooden
A frame
apparatus
. He’d seen something similar at a dog park
, only the one for dogs
had had wider footing and wasn’t as steeply pitched.

The
blonde
slave’s hands were fastened to her collar making her look as if she was begging
or praying
. Chain between her ankles limited
the length of
her stride, not that the men goading her on
were taking
that into consideration
. One
handler
pull
ed
on a leash attached to her collar while the other
repeatedly switch
ed
her buttocks. It didn’t matter how fast she
climbed
, the long, thin
whip
continued to mar her flesh. She reached the top and tried to rebalance so she could half slide, half walk down
the other side
, but her handlers didn’t give her time. Her feet went out from under her, and she rolled awkwardly down.

“God damn worthless slut!” The man with the sw
itch stood over her, striking i
ndiscriminately
.

“He’s going to kill her!” Bay headed for the gate only to have Joe rest his hand on his shoulder.

“She’s too valuable for that. Besides he
r
trainer knows what he’s doing.”

Bay wrenched free. “Tell her that.”
 

“
The only thing s
he needs to know
is that
her life is in her master’s hands.”

Instead of admitting he had a
lot to learn
,
Bay
watched with clenched fists as the man who had hold of her leash hauled the sobbing slave to her feet. Grabbing her bent elbows, the men
forced
her back to the start of the climbing apparatus and commanded her to start again. From here, Bay couldn’t tell how badly she’d been hurt. He
wished
she
wore
a gag so he didn’t have to listen to her cries.

Was that his slave? He’d specifically said he didn’t want a blonde, which this one was, because
most of
the blondes he
knew
had gotten their color from a bottle, but his contact at Carnal had only said they’d do the best they could.

Joe pointed to the opposite side of the corral. “There’s one more over there. How about you take a look at her
,
then tell me which you think you’ll be putting your brand on.”

The idea of burning his initials, or whatever he wanted, into
female
flesh
got his attention
. He’d never seen anything branded, but
suddenly
it sounded
like a
good i
dea
. More than good in fact. Something he could do without
having to clear it with
any
one
, proof of his utter control over one damn thing in life.

M
ost of the top of the corral had been left open,
but
in the corners overhead metal bars h
e
ld the
sides
together. The horizontal bars also served as a handy way t
o keep a slave in place
. A short, slender creature with tangled
,
dirty dark brown hair stood on tiptoe under
one
. She’d been looking up at it while prancing a bit, but now she stared at the newcomers. Bay hadn’t been this close to the three other slaves, and his fingers itched with the need to touch her tanned, nude flesh.

A red ball gag parted her lips and smashed her hair against her head in back and over the top.
Like the others, s
he wore
thick metal
bracelets and anklets. Her legs were free, relatively speaking, but a wide leather belt had been cinched around her waist and her wrists were connected to
it
in front.
A
leather
strap
had been fastened to the belt in back.
It
ran between her legs,
over
her
belly
, and
clear
up to the overhead restraint. Cinched tight against her crotch,
the leather
kept her on her toes.

“What’s that about?”
he
asked.

“I think you’ll be impressed by how effectively this works the leg muscles.”

The slave’s head dropped, but when her hair slid over her face, she tried to shake
it
out of her eyes. Now that he’d taken a closer look, he realized she could put one foot on the ground as long as she tilted her body to that side. Of course that meant
having
to stand on the toes of her other foot. Periodically she shifted to adjust the strain.

“How long has she been like that?”

Joe shrugged. “You’ll have to ask her handlers. Longer today than she could handle at first
because improvement in all aspects of a slave’s training is
paramount
.”

Bay wasn’t so sure about that. To his way of thinking, no
amount of
practice could make that position comfortable. One thing, her legs were well-muscled.

“Something you can’t see but may amuse you,” Joe said
.
“
S
he has a dong up her
whore
hole.”

No wonder the woman looked so uncomfortable—or was that discomfort he was seeing? She had an almost dreamy expression, and although she occasionally looked at them, he wasn’t sure she was
still
aware of them. Shifting from side to side didn’t seem to be bothering her that much. Hell,
maybe
she
kept
herself stimulated this way.

“Shit,” he muttered.

“It’s pretty basic,” Joe explained. “A marriage of pain and pleasure. She’s helpless but right now
that doesn’t bother her much
because part of her feels good.”

He hadn’t given enough thought to the specifics of how a woman became a sex slave. He’d figured some kind of brainwashing was involved along with
lessons and
a heal
thy dose of fear
.

“Come on.” Joe indicated a gate he hadn’t noticed. “How about we get closer.”

As he followed Joe’s lead,
Bay’s
legs felt the way they sometimes had
when
he ran
o
nto a football
field.
Less than a
year into his damned retirement and he’d give anything to be in
pads and
uniform again,
truly
alive.

A couple of men strode through the gate
at the opposite side of the corral
. They carried water bottles and
made him think of
people
returning from a work break. Because
reading
men’s body language
had been a job requirement during his playing days
, he gathered the
y
weren’t best friends. They respected each other, that’s all.
Lifting
their bottles
at him in a salute,
they headed toward the slave with the
plugged
pussy
.

“What was that about?” he asked.
“Am I supposed to know them?”

“We don’t get visitors every day. We’re proud of the work we do here and
enjoy
an appreciative audience.”

W
ith Joe
’s
encouragement
, he
wandered
close to the three other slaves
where
he smell
ed
their sweat and fel
t
their hunger and thirst.
There was something else, fear
undoubtedly but maybe raw defeat. Acceptance.
He couldn’t tell much about the expressions behind the hoods of the slaves being hot walked but guessed they weren’t much different from the one still trying to master the incline.

“This
goes on every day?” he asked
.

“Not the same thing. The trainers
would
get bored and the bitches complacent
if they did
, but for the record, eight hours a day are spent in physical activity.”

“What about the rest of the time?”
 

Joe’s smile brought out a feline quality. “The slaves aren’t
given
much down time if that’s what you’re wondering about. Training them in how to act around their masters is an exhausting
but necessary
process. We don’t
allow
sub-par performances. Our reputation is at stake.”

An
unexpected
wave of
unease
distracted Bay from the decidedly intriguing view of naked and helpless females. It was going to take time to shift from
seeing
a member of the opposite sex
as
an equal to a possession, that’s all.

“May I make an observation?” Joe asked.

“I guess.” The two trainers with the water bottles had reached the
tethered slave. Her body language clearly said she didn’t want them near her.

“This is your first slave, right?”

“Right.”

“Owning
a living body
calls for a unique mindset. Most
men
only fantasize about achieving that power. You’ve become one of a
privileged
minority, superior to the drones modern society has created. The longer you embrace this lifestyle, the more freeing it’ll become.
”

“What about the women?
What do they get out of it?”

“Not women,” Joe corrected with another of his feral smiles. “Slaves. Possession
s
. It takes them awhile to embrace their new existence
of course
, but eventually
they
come to the
realization
that they’ve been saved from a boring and stressful life.”

“How’s that?”

“Think about it.” Joe indicated the two endlessly plodding in a circle. “They no longer have any financial
concerns
. They don’t have to go to work, run errands, put up with demanding bosses,
put gas in their cars
. Someone feeds them so they don’t even have to concern themselves with
food
preparation.”