Carnal Captive (21 page)

If n
ot for the distraction of the lovely naked forms,
Bay
figured he could shoot holes through Joe’s theory. However, although he wanted to point out that the women—slaves—undoubtedly
wanted back
control over their lives, his fingers tingled in anticipation of touching
always available
feminine flesh.

He’d taken the
first
step
toward that goal when he
forked over a huge chunk of money
aimed at
becoming an owner of flesh.

“There’s something else,” Joe said, “as Carnal products, the
cunts are
assured of an existence where their sexuality
is
all
that
truly
matters
. They no longer have to pretend they don’t have sex on their minds twenty-four seven.”

“
They think about sex all the time?”
Like I did when I was a teenager.
 

“
Once they’ve been conditioned to do so
.
Some come to us as true whore material. Others need more convincing, but it’s all the same in the end.
Well, what do you think? Which of these delightful subjects belongs to you?”

Feeling drawn to t
he one on her toes
,
he pointed.

“And why did you come to that conclusion?”

“Her legs. She’s a jock.”

Joe chuckled. “She was q
uite the runner.
As for whether she continues in that vein once you take her home
, that’
s up to you. And yes, you’re right. Would you like to see what she’s been learning?”

“Of course.”

Chapter Thirteen

Shari was in the dungeon she loathed and would
blow up
if she had the chance.
Right now n
one of the other
women
were in
it
. Little as she knew about them
since
they weren’t allowed to speak to each other, she needed their company.
Their silent comfort.

Damek and Reno were with her
of course. In addition,
a
tall
,
powerful man s
at
on a bench.
The way he’d
studied
her when she was at the outdoor exercise area, she had the unsettling suspicion
he’d
bought her. He was responsible for
her
hell.

And once he took her from here—no way could she hold her own
against
him.

“Back straight,” Damek snapped. “Show a little pride.”

Pride? Other than
what they sometimes called her jewelry
, she was naked.

“Legs apart
. You know better to hide your
only
attributes.”

A week ago Damek’s
demeaning
comments would have
infuriated and
demoralized her. She still hated
admitt
ing that’s how they saw her, but she now understood the reasoning behind their words and actions.
Everything was aimed at making
her see herself as worthless.

“That’s better,” Damek said when she increased the
distance
between her
legs
. As she’d been forced to do countless times, she was on her hands and
knees
. Why this stance was preferable to, say, having her head on the floor she didn’t know except
when she was like
this her dangling breasts were in full view.

“Tell us what you’re feeling, slut,” Reno commanded
from where he stood behind her
.
Just thinking about what he could do back there tightened her muscles.
“And be descriptive.
Your
guest
expects to hear everything.
”

The intimidating looking man wasn’t her guest. This wasn’t her home. Even if she spent the rest of her life in the despicable place, she’d never call it that.
Aware
that, for now at least, she wasn’t being restrained, she stared at the floor.

“My pussy is wet because I’ve been stimulating myself.” She could barely force herself to speak. “You saw me out there so you know—“

“Stop!” Damek struck her buttocks with the switch that seemed to be a permanent part of him. “
Any more of that arrogant tone and I’ll make
sure you can’t sit for a week.”

“I’m sorry, Master.”
Reaching for courage, s
he
glanced
at the newcomer
only to
drop her gaze.
This
massive
man believed he’d bought her body. Wasn’t there anything she could do about it?
“I didn’t mean any disrespect.”

“This is a teachable moment,” Reno said. “
K
eeping
a
slave in her place is vital. Any indication that she sees herself as more than a
piece of meat
must immediately
be
forced out of her.”

To her embarrassment—would she ever get over that
?
—
Reno
ran three fingers into her sex, filling and distracting her.
Being allowed to climax made life bearable, but it happened so seldom.
When had she last
had a climax
forced
from her
?

“My partner is right,” Damek said. “
And to be clear
, your arrangement with Carnal includes
several
sessions designed to make you an expert owner. Before we continue, do you intend to give her a name or will
slave
suffice.”

Give her a name! She
already had one
.
Angry
yet helpless, she tried to distract herself by concentrating on Reno’s fingers. If she pushed against him and tightened her inner muscles, could she
reach release
? Probably not
because he’d know what she was trying to accomplish
.
Did their cruelty know no bounds? They relished keeping her on the brink. Making her hungry and needy.

Defeated, she prayed Reno would do more than fill her with his fingers, but he didn’t.

“I like slave,” the man who owned her said. “I
think it’ll
keep
things in
focus.”

“That’s what we suggest
,” Damek said
. You do
know
we’re happy to
board
her at any of our facilities if you need to be out of town or otherwise don’t have time to available yourself of her
charms
. In fact, we
encourage
you
to
periodically turn
her
over to us for a refresher course.”

“A tune-up so to speak.” Reno chuckled and wiggled his fingers. He stopped almost before she realized what he’d done.

“All right,” Damek said. “Back to
the demonstration of the progress we’ve made
. Slave, tell your master what’s happening to your body right now and why, as your owner, that’s to his benefit.”

B
ecause she hadn’t been allowed to sleep more than two or three hours
a night
, the past week was a blur
. When she wasn’t being put through the intense and pa
inful exercise routine,
the other captives
and she
were subjected to what they’d been ordered to think of as classroom time. Instead of
being
a classroom,
however,
they’d either been chained outside in the kennels or here in the dungeon. Over and over again their captors drummed into
them that their bodies were
instruments designed for their owners’ pleasure.
Their minds existed for one reason—to please.
Whipping
and frequent rapes had hammered that home.

“I’m turned on, Master.”

“Why?” The big man addressed her for the first time.

“
I, ah,
when you first saw me
I
was
distract
ing
myself from the
strain of the
position I’d been placed i
n by
making
the dildo in my pussy
move around
.” She
hated the confession
, quivered
from
knowing this man who weighed more than twice what she did could do whatever he wanted to her.

“And if you hadn’t, as you say, distracted yourself? What would it have been like then?”

Against her better judgment, she risked a glance at his crotch. Beneath his expensive slacks, his
great
erection strained to be let free. Willing herself not to panic, she swallowed. “It would have become very painful, Master. I would have begged to be let down.”

“Would you
have been
?”

She shook her head, belatedly remembering she always had to answer a question. Dreading being corrected, she
said,
“Only if it pleased them to do so, Master.”

“Begging does no good then?”

“It isn’t allowed. Master.”

“What do you think?” Damek patted her head. That had happened so ma
ny times she no longer
raged against being treated like an animal. She still considered herself a woman. That’s what mattered. “
Is she becoming what you expected?”

Getting to his feet, her master walked behind her. She felt his hand first on her buttocks and then against her inner thigh. No matter how much she tried not to
think about it
, she
knew he was
standing next to Reno.
Seeing
Reno’s fingers buried in her sex hole,
he’d
have
absolute
proof of how much she’d been humiliated and how little she could do about it.

“She’s glistening,” her master observed. “Does that mean she l
ikes
what
’s going on
in
there
?”

“She’d being conditioned to.”

“Move aside. I want to feel what I bought.”

No, please don’t do this.

If
her master
was aware of
her silent plea, he gave no indication.
When Reno pulled out
, th
e
monster-sized man d
idn’t immediately
fill the abandoned space
. Instead,
he
ran his nails over her spine. She fought the
erotic
sensation the
best she could by
doing what she had countless times, stepping
outside in her mind.

The clouds were building. If they
became
much darker, she’d go
back
inside and watch it rain from her plant-filled living room. She’d pour herself a glass of wine, turn on some easy listening music, and ponder life.

Smooth
, deliberate nails ran down her arms. “Good muscle definition.”
Her master
squeezed her bicep. “She can maintain that position indefinitely?”

“No
,
but long enough for
a couple of holes
to get a workout if you get my drift.”

“
Well now,
I’m not sure I do.” The take-charge nails traveled from her arms to her breasts,
shattering the
peaceful
image she’d been
trying to
creat
e
.

“
Then l
et me explain
.
” Damek
sharply tapped
her left thigh with the
whip
. “She was an ass virgin when we took her. She hates
being buggered there
and it shows, but we’re
teaching her to
take it, aren’t
we
?” Another stinging slap punctuated
the
question.
Her m
aster’s fingers closed around her nipples.