Carnal Captive (6 page)

Stupid cunt. If she had ties and roots she would have been safe.

“What are you looking at?”
Damek
asked.

“I thought climbing the hell up here was hard. Getting down with her isn’t going to be a piece of cake.”

“You want to carry her?”

And risk falling and breaking his neck, no thank you. “Your idea, you do it.”

Damek chuckled while the bitch tried to keep her legs together so the ropes
wouldn’t
dig into her an
kles
. He couldn’t tell whether the skin
there
had been
abraded
, not that it mattered.
“
Guess she’ll have to get to the bottom the same way we do.”

That wasn’t strictly tru
e
. For one, Damek and he had use of their
arms
and could
take normal steps
. More to the point as far as
his enjoyment of her struggle
was concerned, she was all but naked from the waist up.
Much as he hated bras,
having
hers smash her breasts went a long way toward keeping his hard-on going.

Yeah, job conditions weren’t bad.

“
Here
we go,
princess.”
With that, Damek started down the steep trail. The bitch had no choice but to stumble after him.
Reno
fell in line behind them. Damn but the view
back here
was prime. With sweat
gluing
her shorts to her, he could take his sweet time studying her
prominently displayed ass
cheeks. Having fabric bunched and pressing against her rear hole had to be uncomfortable.

She kept her head down
so she could
see where she was going
. He had to hand it to her, he’d seen clumsier
captives
. The majority were in worse physical shape, at least at the
start
of their training. Pushing this one to the next level and beyond would take work, but he was up to it.

Hell, listening to her strangled breathing and watching h
er straining body had him
itching
to get started.

Damek
jerked on the neck rope.
Lifting her head, t
he broad dug in her heels.

“What’s this?” Damek jerked again. “Resistance?”

Not waiting to see how she’d react, Reno picked up a long, thin
switch
and
struck
her ass with it. Her
muffled
scream made him grin. He switched her again. This time she tried to turn to
ward him, but
Damek put an end to that
nonsense
by grabbing her hair and forcing her head down. They were wasting time getting to the vehicle, but they’d be remiss if they didn’t take advantage of
the
instructive
moment.

“You will
not
resist anything we do.” He punctuated
his comment
with another
swat
. She fairly pranced. “Punishment is a necessary component of your education.” Stepping back, he aimed the
switch
at her left thigh. “
Probably
the most vital component.”

The
instant the blow struck, she
grunted and
tried
to break free of the hold on her hair. Her movements reminded him of bronc riding. Bet she’d stop fighting if he took spurs to her. Grinning, he whipped her right thigh
. leaving
a
red line on tanned flesh. Unfortunately, the switch broke.

He threw what
remained
in his hand at her back. “That’s the end of that.”
   
 
  

“
For now.
”

“Just a sec.” Taking advantage of his new partner’s hair-hold,
Reno
raked his nail
s down her spine. “
This is just a taste of what things are going to be like for you for now on.”

Chapter Four

Some five minutes later they were on level ground. Damek stayed in the shadows with their captive while Reno
walk
ed
over to the SUV. He unlocked it and opened the door, only then looking around.
Several
vehicles
were
on the road leading to the secluded parking lot, all chugging along as they took drivers and passengers to their boring lives. No
ne
of those sad suckers had an inkling
of what
was taking place just out of sight.

Hell, there wasn’t a one of them
capable of
grab
bing
another human being and
turn
ing
them into a piece of meat
. Too bad he couldn’t let the public know what he and other Carnal operatives were capable of.

Walking around to the back of the SUV, he opened the rear.
Undoubtedly
Damek
wanted him to
back the rig to where the subject and he were waiting, but that robbed
her
of yet another experience,
moving
into the open. She’d pray someone wo
uld see her, desperately look
for a way to escape.

W
asn’t going to happen.

R
ope wrapped around his hand, a frowning Damek hauled his captive after him.
Repeatedly
shaking her head
, she dug
her heels into the ground.

“You going to help me get her in there?” Damek
grumbled
.

“My pleasure.”

When
Damek reached for one end of the log
keeping
her arms back,
he
grabbed the other. They hoisted her into the space
that had been
modified to accommodate a less than cooperative passenger. Not giving her time look
around
,
Reno
climbed in beside her
while
Damek shoved her legs in.

Taking the neck rope from his partner, Reno
secured
it to
a
metal ring
he’d
welded to the
side of the vehicle
.
S
he
could hardly
move her head. Hauling her around so she was on her
back,
arms
,
and ass
wasn’t easy because
she kept trying to kick him.
When Damek hoisted himself
onto the tailgate
,
Reno handed him another piece of rope, then bent her knees
so
Damek
could
secure her ankle restraints to the ring on the right.

Sitting back, he admired what they’d done. She could rock
a bit
from side to side, but the
branch
and neck rope kept her
right
where they wanted her
. Eyes wide and shocked, she stared back.

“I love that look.” He tapped her cheek.

“What look?”

“Disbelief. Terror. It’s almost as good as when pain and forced pleasure slam together.”

“
Maybe
.
” Damek pulled out his digital. Watching the other man
scoot
around looking for the best angle to take her picture,
Reno
decided the results w
ould be
worth the risk.
S
ome moments needed to be recorded. Damek ran off shot after shot while the bitch squirmed and tried to turn her
face
away.
Remembering one piece of business, he rolled her to the side and pulled her cell phone and key out of her back pocket.

“You done?” he asked.

“
Almost
.”

Reno didn’t need to have things spelled out to know what Damek was talking about. He also had to hand it to his partner for holding up the blindfold
for her to see
before placing it over her eyes. She bucked like a wild thing, prompting him to
grab
her head and hold
on
while
Damek secure
d
the Velcro fastening.

Damek took two more pictures of what
little
remained visible of their captive’s face. She kept chewing on the r
ope.

“Don’t go away, slave.” Rearing back as best he could in the confined space, he slapped her breasts. “The fun’s just starting.”

She screamed
, kind of
.

“Naughty, naughty,” Damek scolded,
pinching
her
nipples
.

She sobbed into the rope gag.

She was in hell! In a nightmare!

Try as she did to make sense of what was happening,
Shari’s
mind kept shutting down.
The men had
forced
her in
to
a strange
vehicle
and were driving
her
somewhere. Taking her from her world.
N
ot being able to see
was worse
than ropes and gag.
S
he could still hear
,
but that wasn’t enough—or maybe the truth was
blindness
trapped her too close inside herself. She couldn’t do anything except think
only
thinking might make her go insane.

The vehicle stopped. She tried to think how long they’d been traveling, not long. Surely they weren’t already at their destination.

“She should be grateful we’re getting rid of that hunk of junk she drives,” one of the men said. Was that Reno? “She should report it stolen and collect the hundred bucks the insurance agency would give her.”

“Too bad that isn’t going to happen.”

A door opened. Someone got out. Moments later she heard what she
thought
was her vehicle start up. Then the one she was in
began
moving again. Desperate to stay sane, she worked at
making sense of
what had just happened. One of the men was taking her car some
place
.
They had her cell phone.

What about
where she lived
? Would she ever see
her
paintings
again? Could they make her
disappear
?

Terror slammed into her. She tried to lift her head, but
t
he horrible rope d
u
g into her neck. They’d left her with her shoes on the floor and her knees bent, her feet
secured
as
her neck
had been
. The log she
felt
wedded to stuck out
o
n either side
and the
ends dug into the flooring every time she tried to
move
. Her back was arched and her shoulders bore the weight of her upper body.

Yoked. Like some plodding ox.

As the miles and minutes fell away she changed her mind about being yoked but didn’t know what else to call what they’d done to her.

D
espite the endless waves of fear, she had
no choice but
to face
her future
. They might intend to kill her—after first raping her.
She’d go down fighting, somehow. Make them sorry they’d—

But what
if
this wasn’t about
rape and death
?

A masculine voice pulled her out of her thoughts.
She
realized Damek was talking on a cell phone.

“The collection couldn’t have gone smoother. No, no resist
a
nce at all. Well, of course, that’s to be
expected
, but we had her restrained before she
’d
recovered enough to try. Yes, that indeed is one of the benefits of having a
chemist
on staff. I’d be happy to demonstrate my c
oncoction
’s properties
,
but I’m not going to give it away.” He chuckled. “Yes, why don’t we discuss that later. No, let me call the client. That’s one of my more pleasurable tasks, well next to the hands-on aspects of course.”