Semi-Hard (5 page)

When the man awoke and opened the curtain, it was dark outside.
 
His hand caressed over her breasts, down her stomach, and he stroked her pussy a few times.
 
The girl was too exhausted even to tremble, and Dillon climbed to the front and studied the lot, waiting for one lone truck hauling produce to finish chugging to life and make its way up the ramp to the Interstate.
 
Satisfied that they were alone, he flipped over the passenger seat, opened the door, and reached back for his unwilling companion.
 
Her eyes caught for a moment in the overhead lamp of the parking lot, and Dillon felt an unusual excitement when he looked into the fearful blue stare.

After pulling her towards the door he turned her over, and slipped a hand under the connection of her bound wrists and ankles.
 
Tiana’s breathing was gasping and wracked as he lifted her like a suitcase, and after slamming the door he carried her to a panel hidden on the side of the box trailer, close to the driver’s side of the cab.
 
Dillon pulled out the ramp secured under the truck, climbed with the girl still swaying, and used a key to open the metal access panel.

From her painfully stretched position, Tiana watched the ribbed grill of the ramp while they climbed and entered onto the floor of the trailer.
 
Dillon lay her on the cold metal while he pulled up the ramp and closed the panel.
 
They were in darkness for a brief moment until he flipped a switch, and Tiana found herself inches from his boot.
 
He squatted down and slipped a knife under the tape, disengaging her ankles from her wrists.

Tiana’s legs were cramped, and as they unfolded she groaned while the circulation returned and the muscles were allowed to stretch.
 
The knife cut through the tape on her ankles, and she felt him pull the remnants of the tape free.
 
She still had not turned her head, and she remained staring at his boots as his strong hands wrapped around her bound arms and lifted her.

Only then did Tiana turn, when the grip on her arms tightened and forced her to move.
 
She took in the length of the trailer and began screaming and thrashing, and Dillon wrapped an arm under her breasts. “Hush, sweetheart.
 
Be still, now,” his calm voice said quietly.

Tiana found herself standing inside a long metal box with fluorescent lighting running the length of the ceiling, secured behind grills.
 
Naturally, there were no windows, and she saw no inside levers to work the doors on the other end.
 
The panel had a latch on this side, but as she took in the rest of the space, it became obvious that she would never get the chance to use it.

There was a vast assortment of equipment, all bolted securely to various points of the enclosure.
 
Two of the torturous devices held women Tiana recognized from pictures in the news.
 
Even so, it never crossed her mind to be relieved that the girls were not dead, because one was strung up with her bound hands raised over her back and attached to a chain hanging from the ceiling, and the other was bent forward in a stockade, with her hands and head visible between the two planks and her ankles secured and spread.
 
Both women had large bottles of a milky liquid hanging in front of them, with the substance traveling down a clear tube that disappeared into their mouths.

“Good evening, sweethearts,” Dillon called out.

“Good evening, Master Dillon,” both girls croaked out in unison.

Tiana sobbed in shock.
 
The eyes of the girl in the stockade widened in slight acknowledgement of Tiana’s presence, but the girl hanging kept staring at Dillon.
 
Her long hair had been attached to the chain holding her arms, forcing her to look up and strain her shoulders further.
 
The swaying of the trailer while it rolled down the highway must have been agonizing.

Dillon led Tiana over to a six-foot cage that had a thin mattress on the floor, a portable toilet in the corner, and a bolt securing a chain welded into the metal floor of the space.
 
He reached to the wall where a collar was hanging and, grabbing the back of her head, he held it in front of her eyes.
 
Stamped into the leather it read, ‘Dillon’s Slave’.

Her eyes filled with more tears and she tried to pull away from him, but his hand gripped through her hair and he yanked up.
 
“Be still, sweetheart.
 
You look smart enough to figure out at least part of this.
 
I give the orders, and you obey.”
 
His calm voice was at odds with the terror Tiana was feeling, and she began to wail.
 
She felt his hand loosen a bit and she tried to thrash again.
 
Immediately the grip tightened, while he continued to hold the collar in front of her.
 
“Be still, girl.”

Tiana quivered uncontrollably, but ended her fight.
 
Instead, she tried pleading with her eyes, but she could see the man was unmoved.
 
His dark gaze stared down at her, shining with a pleased, frightening intensity.
 
The collar was lowered and it circled her neck while the hand on her head released and quickly pushed the other side of the leather under her ponytail.
 
The only metal on the collar was a ring on the front and a hasp in the back that slid together, requiring a key to unlock.
 
Tiana heard it click together and she shook her head, crying harder.

The man… Dillon, Tiana surmised… grabbed the loop at the front of the collar and pulled her to her toes.
 
“Be still, sweetheart,” he ordered quietly, and his free hand stroked her back as if he thought he could really calm her.
 
The inexplicable fact was that it
did
calm her, as she returned his stare and the caressing down her back insisted on stilling her shaking.

“That’s better,” he murmured.
 
When Dillon had begun abducting women, he had kept his first slaves on a frightened edge at the beginning of their training.
 
After a few disappointing tries, he discovered it took too long to break them of their quivering and jerking yelps and to calm them into focus to gain their concentration so that his work could continue with them.
 
Some of them never did break out of the habit.
 
Now he tried to calm them, making them a party to their training, such as in the beginning when he forced their pleasure shortly after their capture.
 
They never forgot the humiliation and his ability to do that.
 
He continued to stroke and pin the frightened captive with his eyes.
 
“Thirsty?”

It took a moment for Tiana to realize he had asked her a question, and she nodded nervously.
 
Her mouth was dry and her throat hurt from screaming, and she really wanted the tape off her mouth.
 
Her mind was bombarded by the knowledge that the other girls were still alive, bound in their erotic nightmares of torture… but the man had not discarded them even after he acquired a new captive.
 
There were only two though, and Tiana was fairly sure it was the last two.
 
What had happened to the others?

Dillon was speaking to her again, and she tried to focus on his words.
 
“This box is completely soundproofed so no one can hear you, but if you make any noise I’ll punish you anyway.”
 
Tiana trembled and shook her head, while he continued to stroke her back and stare into her eyes.
 
Dillon slipped into his drawl.
 
“No damn pleading either.
 
I ain’t letting you go.
 
It’s none of your damn business why I took you, and you’ll learn what I’m doin’ with you when I do it.”
 
Those were always the questions they asked.
 
“I want ya’ quiet, or I’ll stick a gag on ya’… and nothing as comfortable as the tape.”

Tiana whimpered a little, but she nodded again.
 
She was glad he did not use the knife, even though the tape pulled when he unwrapped it.
 
As soon as Dillon saw the bottom lip begin to tremble, he reminded her, “Already told you to be quiet.”
 
He was pleased when she kept her lips sealed, and he recognized a small measure of frightened defeat in her eyes.

She gasped when the trucker leaned down and picked up the chain.
 
“Quiet,” he demanded calmly as he soaked up the terror in her blue eyes.
 
He locked on the chain, and he was pleased that the girl was not begging or screaming.
 
While Tiana studied the trailer, fearfully clenching her bound hands, the man walked to a cabinet and retrieved a jug of water.
 
He filled a bowl and poured in some powdery protein mix, stirred it with his finger, and placed it on the floor of the cage.

Tiana watched wordlessly while he left her standing in the center of the cell and closed the metal door and locked it.
 
She followed with her eyes as he crossed the large space, walking up to the girl in the stockade.
 
“Erika will be leaving us soon and deserves a good fucking.”

“Yes, Master Dillon,” the girl replied in a monotone.

Tiana watched with wide-eyed fear, and her mind considered what he had meant when he said that the other girl would be leaving.
 
The implications seemed frightening, but her terrified musings were interrupted when she heard his zipper.
 
She watched his hand grab the tube, removing it from between the girl’s lips and pinching the flow off as he raised it.
 
It was obvious what he had replaced it with in the girl’s mouth when the man gripped the top of her head with his free hand and rocked his ass into her.
 
After a few pumping thrusts, Tiana became aware of a confusing response.
 
Erratic pulses in her channel began to match his rhythm, and she wondered what it felt like… what the restrained girl was thinking… as the cowboy plunged between her lips.
 
After a few minutes, he replaced the tube and stepped back.

“Thank you, Master Dillon,” the girl said around the thin tube.

Tiana caught herself from sobbing out loud, and she bit her lip as the terrifying scene unfolded.
 
She found herself becoming aroused by his domination and the submission of the two captives, and flashing strobes crossed her thoughts as she saw herself pinned in the stockade, or hanging helpless from the strapado chain.
 
She watched him approach the other girl… Erica… with his slick, long penis leading the way.

He walked behind the bound girl and stroked her between the legs.
 
“Very good, Erika.”
 
Dillon was pleased that she was ready for him.
 
Erika had been stubborn, and had required finesse to break.

“Thank you, Master Dillon.”
 
Her almost crazed eyes stared at the wall in front of her with feverish anticipation.

When he slowly entered the bound girl, Tiana watched in fascination as the woman’s expression took on a passionate look while he slowly thrust into her.
 
It was obvious the young woman was deeply aroused by the trucker’s use of her.
 
After several more minutes, she gasped, “Please, Master.”
 
Tiana heard her sucking in breath, and wondered how captive was not drowning on the liquid dripping from the tube.
 
“Please, Master Dillon, may your slave cum?”

Tiana staggered backwards and slipped on the edge of the mattress, landing hard on top of it.
 
She kept pushing with her legs until her back connected to the wall of the truck.
 
There was the undeniable clenching inside of her that was obviously responding to her circumstances.
 
Oh my god
.
 
Is this what I’m going to become?

“Wait for your Master, Erika.
 
Squeeze me harder, and we will climax together,” the man instructed.

The girl moaned.
 
“Yes, Master Dillon.
 
Thank you, Master.”
 
Erika was afraid that this would be one of the times her handsome Master would deny her, leaving her empty and itching for him to plunge into her again so that she could feel the ecstasy of another orgasm.
 
No one could provide such wonderful feelings as her Master, and it pissed her off to have to share him with two other slaves.

At last, Tiana watched the pair rock into gasping eruption, and Dillon stroked the girl’s bottom.
 
“Good, Erika.
 
Very good.”

“Thank you, Master Dillon.”

Dillon took Erika down from the chain keeping her hands locked behind her back, and he led her to the cage beside Tiana.
 
He placed a bowl of the nutrient in front of her, chained her collar to the center bolt, and left to retrieve Audrey.
 
Erika ignored Tiana as she walked on stiff legs to the toilet in her cell, and then bent silently over the bowl after whipping her braid onto her back.
 
Tiana watched her lift her eyes from the chore, and narrow them angrily while the cowboy approached the other girl.

The man had walked back to Audrey and lifted the heavy beam of the stockade.
 
He brought her to the cage on the other side of Erika, and over Erika’s kneeling form Tiana watched Audrey begin to silently cry as she bent over.
 
The man inserted a dildo into her pussy, keeping it in place by threading a strap between her legs and clipping it to the front and back of a belt circling her waist.
 
He turned on a switch, causing an extension to vibrate over her clit.