Carnal Captive (24 page)

The
horrible
image distracted her from the pressure on her nipples.

“Either that,” Damek said, “or you could beat her
for hours
.”

Her owner rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, creating a hot
unwanted
path from her breasts to her sex.

“
Yeah
.” He
changed direction
, forcing her to lean toward him. The hook pressed more firmly against her
sex
. “But what if she hasn’t done anything to warrant being beaten? What if she’s a good little slave.”

“You don’t need
a reason.
”

“
Point taken
.”

He had to let go of her nipples
!
Otherwise, he might
discover
that the line between pain and pleasure had started to blur for her. If he did, she didn’t stand a chance. He’d have her where he wanted her.

No, he wouldn’t!
She wasn’t the horny slut her handlers
believed
they were turning her into.

The lawn needed mowing, and she should finish planting her garden. However,
quail were
running around
on the lawn and earthworms
were taking up residence
in the garden, and she didn’t want to disturb the
living creatures
.
That’s why she’d made sun tea and was sitting out on her deck. She’d brought several days’ worth of newspaper to read. Fortunately there wasn’t going to be a test on the contents because she couldn’t remember what she
’d
just
read. Maybe after she’d taken a nap. Yes, just a short doze. By then she’d be motivated to at least get out of this chair and—

Pain screamed through
her breast!

Jerked back to reality, she twisted to the side.
She had to hold still. Otherwise,
Master Bay
might
bite off her nipple!
Warned,
she managed to bring herself back around but couldn’t stop shaking. The
awful
pressure against her breast let up a little.

Reaching between her legs, he cupped the hook and pressed it against her. Like the helpless fish she’d
turned into
, she rose obediently onto her toes. The cuffs cut into her wrists, but she couldn’t stop trying to break free. She should be used to this. Hadn’t her handlers demonstrated pain’s
seemingly endless
breadth and length? But what her owner was doing sidestepped pain and
shoved
her into a sensual tunnel. So far he hadn’t whipped her, hadn’t ordered Damek and Reno to ring her nipples.

S
pit
ting
out her breast
, he
slapped it. “Guess that’ll teach you to stay with me.” With his hand still over the hook, he faced her trainers. “She needs more work.”

“
We couldn’t agree more
.”

“I’ll be back
as soon as I can arrange it
.
By then
I expect her
to understand what she is to me.”

Chapter Sixteen

His partner
was in his glory, his element. Reno might question some of
Damek
’s methods, but he couldn’t deny they were effective. The bitch’s
owner
had
taken off
as it was getting dark. If it was any other day,
she’d
be shivering in her outdoor kennel waiting for dinner with her hands secured to her collar like a begging dog. Either Damek or he would shove
in
cold
gruel and watch while she bent over the bowl
and
lapp
ed
as best she could
. She’d stay there, maybe peeing
in
a corner, until they brought her into the dungeon for the night.

Tonight, however, the three were in a barn
that
had been modified for the
animals.

“Before we get to the lesson,” Damek said, “I’m going to take some pictures.”

Reno didn’t blame him. Not only would her owner appreciate seeing proof of how seriously they’d taken his
order
, he’d never seen the bitch look sexier.
S
he wouldn’t agree, but it didn’t matter.

Thanks to her handcuffs, Damek and he hadn’t had any trouble getting her into the straw-floored stall
. She hadn’t
put up a real
fight until he wrapped rope around her elbows and cinched them up tight.
Despite her
resistance
,
however,
he
’d
secur
ed
her elbows to a
handy
rafter
chain
.
Bright lighting in the ceiling gave her flesh a garish appearance. 

They hadn’t gagged her, but the barn
so
far from the main house that her cries wouldn’t disturb anyone. Damek, naked except for blue briefs, marched around her
taking pictures
. She started to turn with him, then gave up and hung in her bondage.

“She really is lovely,”
Damek
said. “And this position
really
shows off her breasts.”

“What’ll we do, each of us pierce one nipple? Equal opportunity and all that.”

“Either that or draw straws.”

Damek was in a mellow mood, probably
a result
of the two drinks he’d had.
Reno had
matched his partner drink for drink but with his larger frame, they
probably
hadn’t had the same impact. He felt cold sober and ready to get at the lesson.

Leaving Damek to
indulge in his hobby
,
Reno
approached the slave and held up
the rope he’d brought
along
. “
To state the obvious, y
our master is an impatient man. He wants to get you in his house and under his control. That means we’re going to have to double up on your education. First and foremost, get rid of any notions you
might
have that you’re still a human being.”

He slapped her cheeks to get his point across
followed by
push
ing
her hair out of her eyes
.
The moment he did, he regretted what she might take as a gesture of kindness.
“You’ve been bought and paid for. Good money has changed hands. That makes you a possession.”

“Our possession tonight,” Damek added.

Instead of
pointing out
that he didn’t need any help, Reno
work
ed his hand between her pressed-together legs. “You’ve dried up a bit.
Don’t
you know better by now
not
to let that happen?
” Smiling, he pinched the inside of her thigh.
Eyes widening, she
tried to jerk free
. He let the bit of defiance go, for now.
“This isn’t good at all. If life’s going to be tolerable for you, you need to learn how to keep yourself lubricated.”

“How?” she whispered.

The slave spoke so infrequently that he blinked at the sound. “That’s your problem.” He pinched her other thigh, nodding when she obediently spread her legs.

“Maybe she needs help.”

“Could be.”

Damek indicated the rope Reno held. “You want me to handle that?”

Hell no.
“Why don’t you watch. And you.” He pushed his thumb into the slave’s
cunt
hole. “
You learn.”
  

Her muscles closed around his thumb. “What’s that, a welcome hug?”

“I didn’t mean—“

“Of cours
e you didn’t
intend
to say howdy.
If you could,
you’d cut off my thumb
.
I was just making sure you were paying intention instead of whatever the hell it is you do sometimes.
”

He studied her reaction but couldn’t tell what she was thinking. Was she capable of violence? Most women weren’t which worked to their disadvantage and his advantage. Women were prey animals. If they could, they fled. And if they couldn’t,
they had no idea what to do.

“Your master doesn’t expect much of you, just a
n open mouth
,
wet pussy
, and clean ass
.
”
He didn’t wait for her response but withdrew and
claimed
her labia. Watching her, he tugged.

Whimpering, she tried to back up. Damn it, she should
have figured out
by now that her handlers knew exactly
how to
secure her.

“Pain and pleasure, pain and pleasure,” he chanted. “But first the pain.”

The way she
watch
ed
him
again
put him in mind of a caged wild animal. Too bad she didn’t have claws or fangs. He’d enjoy the battle.

When he let go, relief flooded her eyes. Then they became wary again. Some handlers believed in
push
ing their charges so far under they were no longer capable of independent thought, but to his mind, that defeated the whole purpose. Might as well buy a blow-up sex doll.

Stepping back so she could see what he was doing, he shook out the rope and folded it in half. He wrapped it around her waist
and
threaded the long end through the loop
at her belly
. T
hen
he
placed that between her legs
,
making sure the twin strands split her pussy lips. Standing at her side, he
tightened things down
.

“Rope is elementary,” Damek said
in
his teacher-to-student tone. “This one
’
s cotton. We sometimes use hemp, but we don’t want to irritate your skin down there, at least not tonight.”

Hoping his partner was done flapping his lips, Reno tied the end to her handcuffs. If she tried to lift her arms, the rope between her legs would tighten even more. Unfortunately for her,
he could easily
haul her elbows higher.  

“Your master insists on being around for the fun when
and if
your nipples get pierced,” he
unnecessarily
reminded her. Damek
had gone back to
taking pictures, now concentrating on the marriage of rope and body. “But you
should
get used to what that’
ll
feel like. In fact, that’s what tonight’s lesson is about.”

“Master, please, no.”

“No, no,” he chided. “None of that.”

Walking over to the
equipment
bag he’d brought
with him
, he selected a pair of gold nipple clamps with a silver chain between them. Damek and he
had
let her
see other trainees wearing
similar
jewelry
. They
hadn’t
said
any
thing about using them on her, but she had to have gotten the message.

“No more worrying about when you’re going to be considered worthy of these.” He waved the blunt-toothed clamps in her face. “I’m
sure
that’s a load off your mind.”

More like a new load on her mind judging by her awkward attempt to break free.

“No,” she whimpered. “Oh please, no.”

He let her struggle for a while, then
brought
her front and center
. “Go on.” He nodded at Damek. “
Make
her breasts
hard.”

“I know what to do,” Damek grumbled. Just the same, he cupped the slave’s right breast to stabilize and lift it.
Teeth bared,
he leaned over and
noisily
sucked her nipple in
to his mouth.
Judging by her gaping mouth,
Reno
figur
ed
she was experienc
ing
enough pleasure that she’d
dismissed
the rest of her body.