Carnal Captive (28 page)

“Straighten,” Reno commanded when her head was an inch from his knees. Hoping to keep her clamped nipples from jiggling any more, she slowly
did as he commanded
.
T
he
crotch
rope
tightened
.

“Hands behind your head.”

Doing that would stretch her
breasts
but
what choice did she have? Her
whip-marked
skin was more than enough proof of what he was capable of.
Biting
her lower lip to keep from crying out
,
she lifted her arms into place. He studied her breasts for what seemed
like
forever. If she ever got out of this hell, she’d never let another man see her naked.

“You’ll look good with rings through your nipples,” Reno observed.
“
Or maybe your master will prefer studs with nobs on each end. Of course
he can switch them out if
he’s into variety
.”

Reno was a man of action so seeing him
leaning
back in his chai
r with his hands laced
over his cock
was disconcerting
.
Doubtless, h
e was decid
ing
how to make use of her, perhaps contemplating beating her again.

“You interest me
.
”
H
e leaned forward. “Most
subjects
either become catatonic for a while or fight every inch of the way until they’re taught the error of their ways. You, however,
have found a way to maintain self-control
at least some of the time
.
I
f you can’t escape pain, you master it as best you can by mentally check
ing out.
If you’re able to refine
your
technique
so
you can call on it at will, you’ll never be broken.”

“There’s broken and there’s broken,” Damek pointed out.

“True.” Reno ran his fingers from her chin to where the chain rested between her breasts.
“But a
ruined
piece of flesh
is of no use to anyone.”

“
Is there a point to this
?”

“
That her unique mentality is something her master
’
s going to have to address.”

“He could leave her with us longer.
We’ll get the job done
.”

Longer? My God, no.

“That’s possible.” Hooking his forefinger over the chain, Reno lifted it.
The way he stared at her, she knew better than to let her pain show—somehow.

“I’ll pose that to him. Having never had a slave puts him at a disadvantage.
Maybe he should have
select
ed
one who’s
been in the system a
while
.”

That was her life? Years and years of slavery, being sold to one master after another? She’d contemplated that before of course but on the heels of what might be the most satisfying climax
she’d ever had
, that future was almost more than she could comprehend.

“You know,” Damek said, “this is something I’d like to discuss with management. We’re not building automobiles, we’re molding psyches.
P
rogress benchmarks weren’t, I believe,
set
with enough forethought. They didn’t take a slave’s individuality into consideration.”

Reno’s finger still bore the chain’s weight. She didn’t know how long the relief would last but was grateful for every moment. If only her arms didn’t ache so. Hell, if only she could lower them and strangle
both
men!

Shocked by the thought, she nevertheless
clung to
it.
Always before their greater size, number, and equipment had intimidated her too much for
violent
impulses
, b
ut if she could dream of
having sex with a fantasy lover
, she could dream of
revenge
.

Yes, dream.

Reno was unconscious, the victim of the same treated dart that had
immobilized
her. Instead of hogtying him so he couldn’t hurt her
when
he woke up, she’d kill him. With her own two hands. Watching life drain from him.

“That’s amazing,” Reno said.

“What is
?”

“She just checked out
again
. Vacated the premises.”

Dreading the punishment she feared was about to come,
she
studied
Reno’s
expression
but
couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

“I’m tired
.
” Reno let the chain slide off his finger. “And since you have nothing else to do, slave, you might as well go back to hoisting that little bit of jewelry.” Head cocked, he flicked it. Despite her best effort, she moaned.

“That’s your punishment. I was going to take off the clamps before you did me.” He stroked his cock. “But you blew it.” He again flicked the chain. “Get to work.
Wait. There’s more than one way to make you remember who’s in charge.
”

She
knew better than to resist
as
Reno pulled her arms behind her and secured her wrists. What would have been the use? Neither did she issue a word of complaint when, after pulling his shorts down around his ankles, he ordered her to give him head.
She’d just gone to work when Damek stood
.
What did she care if he took pictures? This wasn’t any worse than other things she’d done or had done to her.

Instead
of recording her movements, however
,
Damek
positioned himself behind her and
began
flogg
ing
her back and buttocks.
The
blow
s
stung more than hurt. Still, she could barely concentrate on
her task
. Her
vision blurred
as she sucked and licked, advanced and retreated. Much as she wished Reno a lifetime of sexual frustration, she wouldn’t be allowed a moment of peace until she’d gotten him off. The clamps would remain wedded to her nipples un
less he exploded
.

Yes, she acknowledged, as she worked him faster and faster. If she had half a chance, she’d
squeeze on his throat
until his eyes bulged out and his tongue turned purple. Then she’d stab him.

Repeatedly.

“What’s this?” Damek demanded. “Looks like she’s losing interest in her task.”

“Yeah,” Reno grunted. “That’s what it feels like to me.”

“Hold on. I’ll get her started again.”

The flogger, wielded by a powerful arm, slashed her buttocks. Mewling, she cursed her existence.

Chapter Twenty

“
Not at all,” the man
who called himself Joe Jones told
Bay
. “Some
of our clients are interested in their slaves’ background.
Others
don’t care. Of course once a
female
has been in our system for a number of years
,
what she
used to be has become immaterial
.”

“Why is that?” Bay asked. The whiskey he’d been offered was excellent. Too bad he didn’t dare let it relax him too much.

“Elementary.” Mr.
Jones
smiled
, adding momentary life to his stretched-over-bone features
. “In essence her former life
ceases to
exist
because she’
s
been thoroughly molded into a form useful to her owner. I must say I was surprised when you called
yesterday
.”

“I finished my business sooner than I thought I would
.
” The first time he’d
been in this room, he’d
shared it with his slave’s trainers while she’d stood in the middle of the room
,
her pussy impaled by a metal hook. 
T
he contrast between this civilized conversation and the earlier one
had him a bit on edge
.

“I trust it went well
.
Business
has become
incredibly
complicated
thanks
in a large part
to
all those
federal
regulations. We’re fortunate here because
the
government
doesn’t know
we exist.”

“
No, I don’t imagine they do
.”

“So,” Mr.
Jones
said, “I
’m assuming
you’ll have
enough free
time
going forward
to become comfortable in your role as master.”

“
Yes,
I
will
.” Truth was he’d been more than satisfied with the terms of the
contract
he’d just signed
with a national fitness franchise. He was no longer a retired professional football player
no one cared about
, he
’d become
a
legitimate
businessman. A man with a future. A success.

And one with
all rights to a piece of submissive female flesh.

“By the way,” he said, “I appreciate Carnal being able to accommodate my change in plans. The
private
plane was waiting when I got to the airport. Your pilot isn’t very talkative.”

Mr.
Jones
chuckled. “None of our pilots are. Their job is to get the client here. I hope the flight was a restful one.”

“It was,” he said when the truth was he’d been too keyed up to relax. 

“
Good, good.
Well, I don’t want to waste your time
.
” He clapped his hands. “I’m more than happy to share what
information
we have on her.”

The slave who’d brought in their drinks a few minutes ago returned. The first time Bay
had
stare
d
at her
. This time,
however
, he was prepared for the silent and naked creature. Her nose ring reminded him of
how
his aunt and uncle’s neighbors had controlled the bulls at their cattle ranch. No way did he want something like that disfiguring his slave.
In addition, her
nipple rings were as large as
what
h
u
ng from her nose and pulled her breasts down.
An
other
decorated
her labia.
Her only clothing, if it could be called that,
consisted of
a corset
that
started
under her breasts and ended
above her pussy
. If it was as tight as it appeared, he felt sorry for her.
  
   
 
 
 

A
fter dropping to her knees, she placed
the folder she’d brought in
on the coffee table.

“Leave,” Mr. Smith barked. “
But s
tay nearby in case I have more use of you.”

“Yes Master.”

Watching her scramble to her feet, he
won
der
ed
what, if anything, she was thinking. Several thin pale slashes marred the backs of her thighs.
During his playing years, he’d constantly
sport
ed
bruises
and
abrasions
, but he’d always given as good as he got. Had she been beaten so many times she no longer questioned her master’s right to treat her that way?
Would his slave get to that place?

“This is where she was living.”
His host
handed him an eight by ten photograph
of a small,
well-built
house
with a
porch
.
The
shot
had been taken from a distance and showed
part of
a
n extensive
white
wooden fence.
Several
horses grazed
not far
from the house.