Carnal Captive (22 page)

“Yes, Master,
” she all but squeaked. “
I’m learning.”

“Would you like a demonstration?” Damek asked.

It
was going to happen. Nothing she did or said would stop
yet another
rape
. Defeated, she let her head drop. Was this how an animal being
led to slaughter
felt?

“
Yeah
.
Look,
I’m not sure how I feel about another man’s cock up her bung hole.”

“We understand,” Damek agreed. “
After all, Bay, s
he’s yours. However, let me pose something. Do you have the
necessary
expertise and patience to properly train your slave for anal sex?”

“Hell, it isn’t as if I haven’t ass fucked.”

“With willing women, but what
about someone who isn’t into it
?”

Bay.
Her master had a name, unlike her
. Not being able to see him
while
his fingers
squeezed
her nipples unnerve
d her. Insane as it seemed, she’d come to
trust her trainers because their paychecks depended on keeping her
in one piece
. In contrast,
Master Bay
could do anything he wanted, including killing her.

“Let me rephrase the question,” Damek said. “The women you’ve ass fucked, were they particularly good at it?”

“I got in. Other than that, I didn’t pay attention.”

“
Understandable
. Having one’s cock in
a
tight little hole is a
stimulat
ing experience. But my guess is
those broads
were more interested in their experience than yours
, right
. You’re famous, you—“

“I used to be famous.” Master Bay’s fingers closed down. It took
every bit of
self-control that had been beaten into her not to try to fight free. “I’m last year’s news.”

Neither Damek or Reno
said anything, but even with pain grinding through her, she hung onto his tone. He was more than just a dumb, rich jock.
He had emotions. Feelings.

Anger.

“My point,” Damek said after an awkward silence, “is that there’s more to life’s pleasures than ramming your cock into freely-offered holes. Fucking a slave who doesn’t want to be fucked is an entirely different experience.”

“Go on.”

“Let us demonstrate.”

Reno’s voice
so close
alarmed her
but not as much as his fingers plowing back into her
pussy
.
A trembling sigh escaped
.

“There.” Reno
again
rotated his fingers inside her. “That’s what you want to hear, the sweet, beautiful sound of helplessness. It makes shooting your wad that much more pleasurable.”

Her breasts
suddenly
caught fire, forcing a
cry
from her. Master Bay had let go of her breasts,
causing
blood to
surge
through them. Despite herself, she bowed her back in a futile attempt to protect herself there.

“Interesting
.
”
Her m
aster slapped her breasts. “I thought she wasn’t supposed to react.”

Chuckling,
Reno rotated his fingers in the opposite direction.
Her vagina instincti
vely clamped down
.

“Oh,” Reno said
on the tail of another laugh
, “I don’t think you’
d
want that. If
she did,
you might as well fuck a cadaver.”

“What my partner is trying to say,” Damek interjected, “is that money and power ha
ve
given you a
unique
opportunity.
W
hether they have the guts to admit it or not,
most men want to call
the shots. None of that equality crap.
Take a look. That’s yours. Bought and paid for. Ready to sample
in any and every way you want
.”

Oh no, please.

“
You think she’s at a place where I can—“

“Of course. Otherwise we would have encouraged you to wait
,
” Damek gave weight to his comment by slashing her thigh
with the whip
. Lifting her head, she mewed.
Just then
Reno shoved his fingers deeper into her, compelling her to crawl forward in an attempt to escape him.

“What’
s she doing?”

“Letting that pesky survival instinct
get the best of her
,” Damek explained. She expected him to whip her as he’d done every time she
attempted
to
oppose
them. Instead, he walked over to where
the
too-familiar
pile of restraints waited. Despite her loathing of everything
the chains and ropes
represented, she had no choice but to submit as Damek fitted her with a bridle complete with reins attached to the hated bit
.
After
hand
ing
the reins to her master
,
he fastened a spreader bar to her ankles
.
The whole time he was working, Reno’s finger plugged her.

“There you go,” Damek said. “Now the filly
won’t
be able to kick. Eventually
she’ll be absolutely safe to ride.” He laughed. “
However, right now she’s what a horseman would call green broke. Still rank.”

All week t
hey’d compared her to a newly-captured mustang.
Much as she loathed the comparison
, having Reno finger-fuck her
made
concentrat
ing
on anything else, even dread of what her master might do
, difficult
. Endless days and nights of being sexually
on fire
kept her so off-balance and needy she could barely think. If only someone would
finger
her clit!
That’s all it would take.

“All right,” Reno said as he pulled out of her sopping hole. “She’s yours.” He wiped his sticky fingers on her tailbone. “As you can see, she’s damn close to sub space.
Your slave’s a real slut.”

Shari chewed on the bit to keep from
trying to
say something they’d make her regret. The
men
considered her less than human.
Maybe she was.
“
If you’re so inclined,
” Damek explained, “
you can give her what she craves.
That’s one touchy
pussy
.
However,
I strongly
encourage
you to withhold pleasure.”

“Why
’
s that?”

“You’ll be a much more effective and in-control owner
if
she understands you’re the giver and taker of all things. Her existence revolves around you, not the other way around.”

Master Bay had
increased
his hold on
the reins
. Her need to look back and see what he was doing was nearly more than she could control
.

Her handlers had forcefully taught her how to conduct herself. She’d do that now by passively waiting with her head submissively low. Her hair
hung
over her face. Hopefully they wouldn’t notice that she was closing her eyes.
Not many days ago—she’d lost track of time—she’d been a normal woman with dreams and plans. Now she existed to please.

And be punished.

Chapter Fourteen

A sound
Shari
recognized all too well told her Master Bay was unzipping his slacks. Any moment now he’d
rape
one of her holes
. She supposed she should be grateful that he wasn’t demanding she take him in the mouth.
She loathed
being forced to give Damek and
Reno head
.

In her mind a hawk was perched on a telephone pole
near
a field filled with grass and clover. Several
baby
pigmy goats were in the field, their crazy-cute antics making her laugh. The hawk probably wished the goats would play somewhere else so the ground squirrels he’d come here to hunt would show themselves.

After
spott
ing
the goats
the other
day, she’d returned with
her painting supplies. She’d already set up her easel and taken out her oils. Despite the perfect conditions, however, she kept
watching
instead of focusing on her art.

“Damn it, there she goes. Yank on those reins. Show her who’s boss.”

Fierce
pressure against her mouth forced her to tuck her chin against her chest. She could barely breathe.

“That’s right,” Damek ordered. “
Don’t let up. Damn bitch’s got a ton of lessons to learn. 
So, which hole appeals to you?”

“Wh
at happened?”
He
r master’
s strength
sped
from his grip to her forced-open mouth.
She’d never felt smaller or weaker.

“The bitch zones out sometimes.”

“Self-hypnosis?”

“That’s as good an explanation as any.
”
Damek
whipped her thigh
. “I’ll the fuck beat that crap out of her.”

“Wait.”
The
grip on the reins
slackened
. “What are you so pissed about? If it was me, I’d be doing the same thing, try
ing
to anyway.”

Damek was breathing heavily
same
as
before
when something she did or didn’t do
angered
him.
“I’m not pissed,”
he
said. “Losing my composure would be counter-productive.”

He
was lying but whether to Master Bay or himself—maybe both—she didn’t know. She wondered if it ever occurred to him that she did her best to obey hi
m
because his temper
alarmed
her.

The whip landed again. To her relief, it felt as if Damek was
simply
reminding
her of his presence
. Would it be different if her owner wasn’t here?

“Sorry,” Damek said. “I didn’t mean to break your concentration.
Perhaps you have reservations about ass fucking because you’re concerned she isn’t clean up there.”

“It occurred to me.”

Master Bay was no longer hauling on the reins. His hold wasn’t gentle, she wouldn’t call it that, but anything was better than what he’d subjected her to at first.

“I’d have the slave describe what was done to her this morning in preparation for your pleasure,” Damek continued in the calm tone she didn’t trust
.
“
B
ut at the moment her ability to speak has been compromised, hasn’t it, slut?”

“Yeth, Mather.”

“The bitch hates being given an enema.
W
e had
minimal
interest in her ass end the first
couple of
day
s
,
so
didn’t waste time cleaning her out, but that
has
become as much a part of the routine as the pussy shave, ha
s
n’t it?”

“Yeth, Mather.” Anything to keep him from whipping her any more.

“You’re welcome to watch if you decide to spend the night,” Reno said. “She’s
been taught
not to resist so we could clean and shave without restraining her, but we might as well enjoy our task.”

Damek and Reno
worked together
describing the ritual. Despite her resolve not to listen, she
couldn’t help it
.
Every night she was
forced to sleep on her back on
a thin mattress
with her spread legs secured to rings at the foot.
A vibrator was forced into her vagina and turned on.
Her arms were pulled over her head and wrists
secured
. By
morning
she was so
exhausted from
teeter
ing on the brink of climaxing she couldn’t sit up without help.
Mornings began with being hauled out of her dungeon cell via the chain on her collar.

Ignoring her moans,
her handlers
forced her to crawl up the stairs after them with the vibrator
still
hu
m
ming.
Early on
she’d fought being thrown onto the metal table and secured to it
, but
she’d learned the futility of trying to pit her strength against theirs. The vibrator was removed,
the table adjusted so her legs were lower than her head,
and
she was ordered to pee.
Her
urine ran into a trough
.

Sometimes Damek followed that up by hosing her off with cold water and then shaving her. Other mornings, Reno
began by
push
ing
the enema
nozzle
up her ass and fill
ing
her bowels.
F
ighting
helpless shame, she
waited
as her body discharged what had been forced into her.

Master Bay was
explaining why he couldn’t stay the night,
but instead of trying to understand his world, she
thought back to
how s
he
used to
start
her days
with a cup of coffee and the paper, on her front porch if it was warm enough. Was her landlord watering her plants or
had
they d
ie
d?

Did anyone wonder wh
at had happened to her
?

A long, thick finger swirled over her puckered opening
, instantly
kill
ing
the question. She started to look behind her, but a yank on the reins stopped her.

“Tight ass,” Master Bay announced. “Good resistance there.”

“We’ve been working on
opening it up a bit
with plugs,” Damek explained. “Doing it right and without permanent damage takes time, but if you want us to double our efforts,
we will
.”

Saying nothing,
Master Bay pushed past her
taut muscles
.
Little
by unnerving
little
, his
too-big
finger entered her. Her handlers had done this
of course
, but
they weren’t as big as
her master.
Oh God, what was
his cock like
?

“I don’t think so,” he said when it felt as if her channel
might explode and pain screamed through her
. “
I like tight ass muscles squeezing me.”

“Ah,” Damek said, “a man of experience.”

When her owner didn’t respond, she wondered if he believed his sexual practices were none of her handlers’ business. Maybe—and she hoped it was this—Master Bay preferred regular sex over the other.
  
 
 

“I’m still trying to understand the nuances of the
link
between pain and pleasure,” he said with his finger plundering her ass hole
. “I
figure I’ve
experienced more pain than most
men
.
I can assure you there’s nothing pleasurable about it.”

“
I don’t imagine
you enjoyed it
,” Damek said, “but let me ask you something. How many times
after a game
did you select a woman—I
have no doubt
you ha
d
your
pick
—to spread her legs for you? Sex
allowed
you to
temporarily
dismiss
your aches and pains, right?
”

Any other time and she would have laughed at the way Damek phrased things. However, she hadn’t laughed since a dart had stolen her ability to move.

“
You’re right. Unless I was
getting x-rays or something
, that’s the first thing I went looking for.”

The
men muttered what she took to be agreement
. Knowing they didn’t care about her opinion
didn’t concern her. In truth she didn’t know what did
. Was she losing
the battle
because she
no longer
spen
t
all her time trying to think of a way to get free?

Maybe she’d already resigned herself to her fate.

No!
Somehow, some day she’d escape.

But not today, she
reluctantly
acknowledge
d
as
her master forcefully plundered her ass
.
Hi
s hold on the reins no longer hurt, but the potential
remained
. His finger advanced and retreated, turned left and then right, bent inside her.
Pain had died, replaced by restless anticipation. Her very soul craved pleasure.
Doubtless,
h
er now lifted head and swaying hips were giving her
response
away.
Twice she’d come from a combination of ass play and a
vibrator
. Next, Damek had informed her this morning, was
determining
how her clit
handled
pain. He’d held up a steel-jawed clip to make his point.

“Interesting,” Master Bay said. “
So
settling
a vibrator in her pussy is responsible for
how
she’s acting now
?
”

“
To some extent
, but i
t’s more
involved
than that
.”

Reno hadn’t said anything for so long she’d forgotten he was there. The younger handler was no-nonsense.
If h
e wanted to secure her
,
he yanked her into position and snapped the restraints in place. In contrast, Damek kept her guessing until the last possible second.

“If I wanted her to
lose it
, what’s the fastest way to
get there
?”

The question mattered and yet it didn’t
because she’d been taught how to relax her ass muscles
. Master Bay’s finger
no longer threatened to tear her apart.
In fact, t
he thick invasion
felt good
,
stron
g and rough.
An extension of his cock.

“Her clit,” Damek said. “That’s the on switch.”

“As long as
she’s been brought along first
?” Master Bay asked.

Her trainers
laughed. “You’ve got it,” Reno said. “That’s quite a boner you have there. I can’t believe you don’t want to put it somewhere.”

“Oh, I do.”

She’d been wrong to trust him even the slightest bit. Of course he was as cruel and relentless as
the others
. But even as she
reminded
herself
of
that, his finger
continued to
comfort her.
Maybe it was the warmth, maybe the totality of his mastery.

“In fact,” he said, “that’s exactly what I’m going to do. Now.”

A
bandoning her bung hole
, he
reached between her legs and captured her aching clit.
S
queezed.

“Ah
,
” she
moan
ed into the bit.

“Doesn’t sound like she’s happy.”

“Happy?” Damek
snorted
. “Believe me, that’s the last thing we give a damn about.”

“Is that right?” The pressure increased
, forcing a
scream
from her
. “Not delighted are you?”

Scared almost senseless, she shook her head.

“Yeah, that’s the impression I got.” To her utter relief, h
e
stopped assaulting
her.
Not giving her time to recover, he p
lant
ed his
cock between her labial lips
, found her
wet
hole, and all but charged into it. Renewed
stress
against the sides of her mouth
from the reins
fo
rced her to arch her neck
.

“Ride that little pony,” Reno exclaimed. “Yeah, ride her.”

How Master Bay managed to keep the pressure on the reins steady while
thrusting and
flicking her clit she
didn’t
know. She couldn’t keep track of what was happening, lost the connection between her mind and body.

Her owner
work
ed
he
r
frighteningly sensitive button
,
relentlessly
forcing her into
a
deep
emotional and physical
volcano. She
longed to
beg for mercy, either that or
demand
he
throw
her over the edge.

The sounds of approaching footsteps
didn’t
penetrate
until
her master
stopped thrusting
.
“What the hell?” he demanded.

“Company,” a ma
le voice
said. “
Don’t let us interrupt you
.”

When the newcomers were close enough for her to see, she realized another captive
, accompanied by a single trainer,
was being returned to her cell.
Any other time she would have tried to
identify
who it was
. Today she didn’t care.