Carnal Captive (7 page)

Damek’s
restrained laughter iced her veins. An evil cackle would be easier to comprehend.
Her captors
sounded educated, Damek more so than Reno, both self-assured and
experienced
.

“
Bay?”
Damek
asked
a minute later
. “I don’t want to take you from whatever you’re doing. I just wanted to inform you that the procurement
has
taken place
. As soon as I pick up my partner
—he’s disposing of her vehicle—
we have some staging to do at her rental. Once that’s done,
w
e’ll
head for
the airport where a private plane is waiting.
The flight will
take about three hours.
Yes, i
t makes for a long day.
Certainly. Of course you want to
view
the merchandise. We’
re
looking forward to seeing you.”

Merchandise!

The Carnal plane
was
waiting
in a private hanger
on the outskirts of a small airport
. The pilot, a longtime Carnal employee,
had said little during
the
flight here
yesterday
. Damek
liked
his professional demeanor
.
He knew his job and did it well.

When
Damek
opened the back of the SUV,
the captive
turned toward him, trying to see through
the
sleep mask
he’d chosen
. Looking at her breasts with the fear-hardened nipples touched a primitive nerve. He prided himself on his self-control which
he saw as
one of the benefits of his superior intellect, but sometimes his base nature broke through.
Fortunately, h
e seldom need
ed
to restrain
his primitive half
. In fact, his dual personalities went a long way toward breaking down a captive and turning her into an effective if not happy sex slave.

Leaning
over the tailgate
, he
snagged
the nipple closest to him.
There hadn’t been opportunity
for fondling
earlier when he’d picked up Reno
or when they’d driven
out
to her isolated place
where
they’d
collect
ed
her belongings while she
waited
for them.

Squeaking, she
struggled to free herself.

“Naughty, naughty.” He slowly increase
d
the pressure. “Weren’t you taught to respect your betters? That’s what my companion and I are, your betters. You are our subject, our student. Believe me, we don’t allow anything except
an
A
performance
.
Anything less
will
be forcefully corrected.
”

He paused to let that sink in, then tightened his grip. She flopped aro
und as best she could
. “Don’t worry. With Reno and me as your teachers, I’m certain you’ll be a perfect slave by the time we
hand
you over
to your owner. H
e’s eager to meet you, and since I know who he is, I’m not inclined to try to make him wait.
He’ll impress
you,
probably
sc
are the crap out of you
.
”

Determined
to indulge his
growing erection, h
e rolled the nub between thumb and forefinger.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if he makes an appearance
in the next few days
. He’ll see you at your rawest, a piece of clay waiting to be molded.
L
ater
he’ll
compare
what you were
with
the transformation. That’s when he’ll truly understand why the p
rogram
costs as much as it does.”

Even with the pain he was inflicting, she was trying to comprehend. Wouldn’t it be interesting if her intellect came close to matching his? In their own way they’d enjoy the mental exercises, at least he would.

“That was just a sample,” he said
, reluctantly turning his attention to getting f
reeing her from the
vehicle. That done,
Reno and he deposited her
w
hile
the pilot transferred her
personal
possessions and proof of what she’d once been into the plane’s belly.

Ten minutes they were in the air. An
other Carnal operative would deal with the
SUV. Tempted as he was to play with her, he’d have to crawl out of his seat and join her on the floor.
It wasn’t worth the effort.
When Reno’s head started nodding, he pulled out the travel pillow he’d stashed under his seat and leaned it against the window. She probably wouldn’
t get any rest, but there wasn’t any reason he couldn’t.

The t
hree
hours
in the air
passed uneventfully. Next came a transfer to another
vehicle
.
He drove
.
From what he understood,
Carnal management had bought
the
mountain
lodge they were heading for
some five
years ago. Once the title had changed hands, a trusted construction company had come in and made
certain
modifications. If it had been him, he would
n’t
have hired
outsiders
to add
the
dungeon,
fenced exterior exercise facility,
and
cells.

At present, the property was being used by t
hree
other training teams and their
students
. Fortunately, it was large enough that the subjects saw each other only when their handlers wanted them to.

It had rained
lately
, and as he turned off the state highway and onto the long, dirt road, he gripped the wheel with both hands.
Not
was the road muddy and rutted
, the vegetation hadn’t been cut back in years. He understood
the need to keep the entrance as unobtrusive as possible. Still, he hated being shaken about.

“Not much fun back there, is
there?
” He spoke to the captive for the first time since
the plane had taken off
. “I imagine you’re getting
damn un
comfortable. A part of me
is tempted
to tell you I’m sorry, but I’m not. Think of yourself as an animal being hauled to an auction, one held out in the middle of nowhere.”

He mulled over what he’d just said. It was better to tell her nothing. Still, using the same taming methods over and over bored him. Besides, he loved playing with the captives’ minds
, and now that he was no longer freelancing, he had things to prove to his employers
.

“
About
your
o
wner
,
I don’t know if you follow football, but I
’m sure
you know what their b
odies are like.
He’s no longer an active player, too old and beat up
I guess
.
H
e
probably
spent his childhood and early adulthood doing one thing, liv
ing
and breath
ing
football. Then one day it
was
all over
, and he ha
d
to replace it with something else. That’s what you are, the replacement.”

They were nearly at the facility. No cars were parked outside which wasn’t surprising since
the
barn
was
large enough to accommodate a half dozen vehicles.
Driving
over to
it
, he
punched the remote. The massive doors slid open and interior lights went on
.
He recognized all but one vehicle as belonging to other trainers. The
other
, a Cadillac, probably belong
ed to an owner
.

Experience had taught him that
when
a man
became a
sex
owner
for the first time
, he acted like a kid in a candy store. He loved his new toy or rather he loved his power over her
. I
f the trainers had done their job,
t
he
owner
delighted in what she
’d been trained to
do. Like all things,
however, familiarity
eventually
bred boredom
.
As a result,
a
master
would
want more from his second
toy
. He might brand her,
never let her stand
in his presence
, insist she constantly wear ass plugs.

Damek
didn’t care what happened to the slaves once he was done with them. His reward came, not just from the generous pay, but the benefits.

Turning off the engine, he got out and walked around to where the latest acquisition waited. He deliberately drew out the moment as a personal test and to judge his reaction.
Good
. He hadn’t lost any of his love for his job.
Otherwise, he would have been more interested in getting something to eat than unloading her.

“Time to enter hell, bitch,” he said as he opened the rear
. His free hand went to his crotch.
Patience
,
he told his swelling cock
. You
r time’s coming
.

Chapter Five

Half sick from being bounced around, Shari stared into the
nothing
that had become her world
.
Normal women like her weren’t grabbed, tied up, and—

The rope that had been half chocking her let up
,
allowing her to take
a deep breath. A moment later she felt a tugging at her ankles, then whatever had prevented her from moving her legs was no longer there.
Every nerve screamed at her to run, but she couldn’t. Her helplessness pressed against her and despite her vow not to, she
again
started to cry.

“There it is.” Damek patted her shoulder. “The
beginning
to surrender.”

No!
she needed to
insist
, but
what if
he was right
?
When he again lightly patted her shoulder, she
long
ed to believe she
’d be
safe in his arms, but of course that was wrong. He
helped her
sit. Pain from renewed blood flow forced out
a sharp moan
.

“Ah, hurts here, doesn’t it.” He started rubbing her shoulders. “
For the record,
that was deliberate on our part.
It’s been a hell of a long day
for you
, and it isn’t over.
”

Unable to do anything else, she
struggled to remain upright
while the man who’d imprisoned her expertly massage
d her. H
e understood her body too well, but she needed his touch. Needed gentle words from him.

“That’s enough
.
”
H
e patted her on the top of her head
as if she was a dog
. “Time for you to see your new abode.”

See? An end to blindness?

When
he removed the blindfold
, s
he blinked repeatedly but was unable to clear her vision. He wiped at a tear. “I’m of two minds about a woman crying,” he told her. “There are times when that’s exactly what I
want her to do
, but
I
hate blubbering. You aren’t a blubberer, are you?”

Surely he didn’t expect her to answer
. Besides, she’d never
tell him she’d long ago learned how useless tears were.