Carnal Captive (23 page)

Wanted nothing except release.

“Hold her
right where she is
,” Damek said. “Don’t let her come.”

Placing
the reins on her back, Master Bay
started
stroking he
r whipped
thigh. His other hand
cupped
her
nub
. “
Why not?
I love the feel of
climaxing pussy
against my cock
.”
 

“She hasn’t earned it.”

Afraid
Master Bay would stop fucking her while
the
men discussed her unworthiness, she b
it back a groan
.
Taking a chance,
she tightened her vagina
l
muscles around the thick, hot invasion.

“Damn that feels good!”
He
lightly raked her buttocks. “So your
pussy
’s
talk
ing
to my cock,
is it
? Well, here’s
the
answer.”

Just like that he switched from measured
movement
to a frenzy that
nearly
sen
t
her
sprawling
. Leaning over her, he gripped her shoulders and hauled her back into
place.
This
wasn’t happening! She loathed the very idea
of being used
, yet as he
again
slowed and came at her with long, easy thrusts, she fell in love with what he was
doing
.

It didn’t matter that he was
no longer
interested in
her clit
. T
his man who
believed he owned
her body knew how to fuck. He was in excellent physical condition
,
but more than that, he
seemed to
underst
an
d
her
need to
be part
of their union
.

A barred door squeaked open
letting her know
the captive who’d been brought in
was being forced into her cell, but that was happening to
a stranger
. Only Master Bay
fucking her
mattered.

All though th
is
nig
htmare week, she’d
fought
he
r sexual arousal.
Now
as
powerful
waves pummeled her, she screamed
around the bit
. Her inner muscles spasmed, slowed, spasmed again.

“Yeth! Yeth!”

“Holy shit, you hear that
.
”

Master Bay grunted. Then,
despite her powerless sobs,
he pulled out and shot his load on
to
her buttocks.

Chapter Fifteen

“That’s up to you, of course,” Damek said. “The slave you saw earlier
had
her nipples pierced the second day she was here
as per
her master
’s stipulation
. Doing so
early
in the training process is a bit unusual, but he
had to
be out of the country for a while
. He
wanted to see it being done
which I completely understand
.
It’s a signature moment
.
”

Shari, Master Bay, and her handlers were in a room she hadn’t seen before. Any other time the
large window
and
reddish
hardwood floors would have i
nterest
ed her. Now, however, she just felt tired. And uncomfortable.

In contrast to the three men who
sat
in leather chairs
while
sipping on drinks
provided by a house slave
, she
stood
on
straining legs
with her hands cuffed behind her. Reno had placed a silver hook
with a rounded end in her pussy. The
straight
end
was
connected
to
a chain
hanging
the ceiling. She no longer wore the leg spreader bar, but
what did it matter? T
he hook effectively kept her front and center before the men. A rag had been jammed into her mouth
,
kept there via tape wrapped around her head.

She
’d been turned into
performance art.
 
   
  

“What’s entailed in the piercing?” Master Bay
hadn’t st
opped studying her since they
entered the room.
“I trust you use sterilized needles.”

“Of course. Infected nipples are counter-productive on many levels. A slave with a fever can’t fully
participate in
her training. Also, her breasts become so sensitive she
violently resists
having them touched.”

Master Bay was considering having
needles run through
her nipples? What a fool she’d been to think he saw her as a human being
. She
longed
to
escape to
her happy place, but if she did, she’d be ill-prepared for might happen before this hellish day was over.

“That slave’s rings looked pretty substantial,” Master Bay said. “Can she remove them?”

“Certainly not. The only way they leave her body is if they’re cut off. That’s why we encourage owners to think carefully before they make that decision. It’s
laborious
reversing the
modification
.”

Laborious
for the men, she acknowledged. Painful and demeaning for the women.

“I like the look. Very erotic. Plus, they’re an easy handle for
keeping her
under control
, right?
”

“
Correct
.
” Reno
chuckled
. “I had one squeamish owner who didn’t want to see the needle going in
, but he was an anomaly.
After t
he
others
I’ve worked with
have been front and center while it’s being done.”

Don’t talk like that. Don’t give him any more ideas.

Master Bay leaned
forward
, alarming her. After
he’d finished
fucking
her
, Damek had suggested the men retire to a more comfortable
location
to discuss the rest of her training. Thinking they were going to leave her in her cell, she’d
started to relax.
To her despair
, her owner had said he wanted he
r
around
.

“Gold’s a soft metal,” he said. “
And s
ilver isn’t much better
.
”

Damek nodded. “
That’s why
I’m partial to metal. The thicker the better. A slave with
substantial
rings
imbedded
in her breasts is aware of them every minute of every day. And if you don’t feel like bothering with restraints,
just
hook
a chain to one or both ring
s. S
he isn’t going anywhere.
”

You can’t be serious! This isn’t some dog you’re talking about, it’s me. My life.

Only her life no longer belonged to her.

Master Bay finished his drink in a long swallow. Then he stood and walked—sauntered more like it—over to her. He looked down at her, making her hate and fear his size.

“I want a hook like that.” He ran his hand over
the metal
pressing
against her mons. “I’m getting a hard-on just
seeing this
.”

All three men were aroused, something she’d been aware of from the moment
the hook had gone in
.

“You’re also going to want an assortment of ass plugs and dildos plus the means to keep them in place,” Damek
pointed out
.

“Just tell me where
to
buy the best
.” Gripping the hook, Master Bay pulled up. “I really like the size of this one.”

“The
larger
the better.” Reno laughed. “One more thing for her to think about.”

She was more than thinking about the unyielding metal
. Not only did it fill
her vagina
, i
t pressed
against her pussy
to keep
her aroused,
which
she was sure Reno had done on purpose. No matter that it wouldn’t do her any good
when it came to relief and release
, she’d been repeatedly closing her sex muscles around it.
Self-stimulation was better than nothing.

Better than facing her future.

Watching her, Master Bay slipped a hand between her legs and pressed
up
. “Wet little bitch.”

“That’s how you want her, right? Following you and your cock around
a
dog begging
for a bone.” Reno laughed again
.

“Yeah,” Master Bay said softly. She couldn’t get a handle on his mood. He swipe
d again,
then started to wipe his hand on her breast only to deposit what he’d collected on her cheek, caressing her a bit as he did. He let go of the hook, allowing her to settle back onto the balls of her feet. She
felt like
a fish, mouth gaping, caught and trashing. All her master lacked was the net,
not that
he need
ed
one
. She was trapped.

Don’t think that! You’ll go crazy if you do.

Her owner slapped her cheek where he’d caressed her. “What was that?” he demanded.

“There’s a problem?” Damek asked.

“I
thought I saw that
spacy look
again
.”

“
Damn
. Don’t worry, we’ll beat it out of her.”

Taking hold of her shoulders and stepping closer,
Master Bay
squared her around until he became her world. “
Let me guess.
You want out
, but
that’s the only way you can
go anywhere.
”

Alarmed by how much he knew about her, she refused to react.

“It’s all right you know. There are times when we all want to be
somewhere else
. I felt like that when the team lost and I
’d
contributed to that loss.
” He shook his head, making her wonder if he regretted what he’d just said. “
Instead of taking a mental vacation like you do,
however,
I crooked my finger at a football groupie and
screwed her crazy
.”

That’s why he’d bought her, so he wouldn’t have to go looking for a groupie. So he’d have a way of dealing with life—at the expense of her
s
.

Desperate to tell him he had no right to do that, she tried to spit the rag out of her mouth, but the men had wanted her silent and silent she’d remain.
Besides, saying what she wanted to could be suicide.

“What do you think? You like the idea of a needle
digging
into your breasts followed by
big ass
metal ring
s
, ones you’ll wear the rest of your life unless I decide to take
bolt
cutters to them.”

Like her handlers, her master knew how to get to her. No matter her vow to hide her dread, she tried to back away. The hook tightened,
stopp
ing her.

Laughing at her antics, he let go. She prayed he’d return to his chair and another drink. Instead, he held up his hands so she had to look at them. Then, horribly slow and determined, he gripped her nipples and lifted.

“Yeah,” he said, looking over his shoulder at Damek and Reno, “I like that. There are several good sized trees on my property. I could run a chain around
a
trunk and
fasten
i
t to her rings
,
leave her there
so she’d get an all-over tan
.”