Semi-Hard (6 page)

Dillon made extensive use of the device, letting the slaves get used to frequent orgasms until they kept themselves in an almost constant state of arousal.
 
Audrey turned out to be a reluctant pain in the ass.
 
For the most part she followed the training, but she seemed to have no sex drive and getting her aroused was difficult.
 
Only over the course of the last week was he finally beginning to see her body responding… even if her mind was reluctant to accept her purpose.

Erika had not needed the device for two weeks, and before Dillon had pulled into the Rest Area to secure Tiana, he had arranged to meet the Russian at noon the next day for the sale.
 
After placing a bowl on the floor of Audrey’s cage, he double-checked the door locks on their cages and walked back to the panel.
 
Just before he opened it, he turned to his newest captive.
 
Tiana was huddled onto her mattress but not making a sound.
 
His initial assessment was that she would be a more compliant woman to train.
 
“You know how I wish to be addressed, don’t you?”

Tiana flinched, staring at his dark eyes penetrating through her panic, and nervously nodded.
 
“Let me hear you,” he ordered.

Uncontrollable quivers of fear mixing with an undeniable anticipation shook Tiana, but she managed to tremble, “Yes, Master Dillon.”

The man’s eyes scanned the women in his cages.
 
“Goodnight, sweethearts.”
 
The light went out, and after sealing the panel the three girls were left in darkness.
 
Tiana heard Audrey crying softly, until the noise of the diesel rolling up the ramp drowned out her whimpers.

“We have to get out of here.”
 
Tiana was met with silence.
 
“Please, if you get near the bars, maybe I can work your chain free,” she suggested, with the frightened pleading obvious in her voice.
 
After several more attempts, Tiana gave up trying to get the girls to answer her.
 
Thirst won out, and she shuffled on her knees in the pitch black until she found her bowl.
 
One lap of the awful brew had her rock back onto her knees and sob.

She heard Erika whisper, “If it isn’t empty by the time he opens the panel, he’ll punish you.”

It was all the girl would say, but it terrified Tiana and she worked to get the horrible liquid down until she was licking the metal sides of the bowl.
 
After finding the toilet, she lay down on the mattress and cried herself to sleep in the back of the black truck to the monotonous roll of the tires on the road.

She woke to a change in the rhythm of the semi, feeling it grind into lower gears, and the truck began to turn sharper corners than those Tiana had recognized as the sweeping broad arches of the highway.
 
There was an erratic, bumpy feeling of the metal floor as the truck turned down back roads that were not nearly as smooth as the Interstate.
 
After an interminable length of time the semi stopped, though the chugging of the motor continued.
 
All Tiana’s senses shot to high alert, and already her eyes were filling as she anticipated her abductor’s return.

Erika spoke to Tiana in a voice that sounded mournful with loss.
 
“Do as he says.
 
It is easier to obey him, and he’ll get what he wants from you anyway.”

From her other side, Tiana heard Audrey’s breathless response as the damning device kept working her.
 
“I knew he wouldn’t keep you.
 
You were too much of a slut.”

Erica replied with a threatening premonition.
 
“Remember your words, Audrey.
 
You’re the next to go.”

“He’ll keep me, I swear he will.
 
You know that he spends more time with me.”

“He spends more time with you, because you’re harder to train.
 
If anything, you’re pissing him off at the loss he’s going to take on you,” Erika replied calmly.
 
After so many weeks, Erika recognized the man’s methods, though she had tried to convince herself that he would break his pattern and keep her.

Audrey shrieked, but Erika ignored her and spoke to the new victim.
 
She barely remembered the fear of the first days when she had been abducted, but before she was lost forever in this strange world, Erika was determined to exercise one last issue of free thought.
 
“Just try to please him.
 
That’s the only thing you can do to make this bearable, and eventually you might be able to try to accept it.
 
There is no rescue.
 
There is only Dillon, and what he demands.”

Tiana tried to ask another question, but the girl had returned to her own silent torment.
 
Searching the blackness, Tiana could not make out a hint of the edge of the panel, and she remembered what Dillon had said about the truck being soundproofed.
 
She jumped and stared blindly at the floor in the darkness when she recognized the feeling of the ramp being pulled out from underneath the metal slab she was chained to.
 
Her wide frightened eyes looked to the side, waiting for the panel to open.

Sunlight blinded her when the access opened across from her.
 
Tiana squeezed her eyes closed and she scooted on the mattress until her back was pressed against the wall.
 
She heard the panel close, and she risked opening her stung eyes as the overhead lights came on.

Dillon was standing with a heavyset man who had a foreign look about him.
 
The new man was wearing an expensive looking dark sweater and dark dress pants, with his silver streaked dark hair combed straight back.
 
His eyes took in the naked women in the cages, and the cruel look made it clear there was no salvation to be found in his presence.
 
Tiana looked at Dillon, and he was staring at her with dark eyes that seemed to shine brighter as he soaked up her misery.

The stranger walked up to her cage, and she gasped and pushed into the metal wall, shaking in terror and trying to turn sideways to cover herself.
 
“This is the new one?” he asked, and for some reason Tiana instinctively recognized he was Russian.

“Yes, Tiana joined us a few days ago,” Dillon replied.
 
Tiana’s eyes flew to her abductor at the sound of her name, and she remembered he had grabbed her wallet and knew this was where he had learned her name.
 
“She’s nineteen and a bit smaller than those I usually acquire.”

“The darker hair with blue eyes is an asset, and her tits are a good size on her frame,” the man replied in his thick Slavic accent.
 
“As long as her pussy and mouth work, she’ll sell.”

Tiana shuddered, and at some point, tears had begun coursing down her cheeks.
 
She was terrified into silence and did not want to risk disobeying the trucker by speaking, as it was obvious this other man was important in whatever plans had been arranged concerning the fate of the girls.
 
The man turned Dillon so that they faced away from the cages.
 
“How long have you had her?”
 
Viktor was accustomed to the new girls screaming and begging him to help them.

“I picked her up two nights ago, and she hasn’t screamed or pleaded since I took the tape off last night,” Dillon answered.
 
“She’s not shocked into silence, though.
 
She’s scared, but she’s following my orders.”

“She may turn out to adapt very well to her new life, and she could bring a high price for embracing submission,” Viktor suggested.

The men turned back to the women and after the man watched Audrey, lying on her mattress with residual shudders from yet another climax, he turned to Erika.
 
She was kneeling by her cell door with her hands clasped behind her back and her toes rolled under.
 
“So, this one is ready?”

“Erika, you are to follow Master Viktor’s orders,” Dillon commanded.
 
He walked to the corner by the panel door and leaned against the wall of the trailer, crossing his arms across his chest to observe.
 
Viktor unlocked Erika’s cage, and unhooked her collar from the chain in the floor.
 
He turned and settled into a chair bolted to the floor across from the cages.

“Come, Erika,” her ordered.

“Yes, Master Viktor.”
 
Erika walked slowly towards the man with only the briefest hesitancy.

Viktor’s trained eye caught the trepidation in her movement.
 
“You are reluctant to obey me?”

Erika glanced quickly at Dillon, and then down at Viktor’s expensive loafers.
 
“No, Master Viktor,” she quivered softly.

“I think you do not mind obeying the handsome cowboy so much, eh?” he chuckled.

Erika’s eyes filled for the first time in days, and her cheeks reddened slightly.
 
She had seen two other women led off the truck to uncertain futures by this man after performing his wishes.
 
Somehow, she had forced herself to believe that Dillon would want to keep her, and she had worked hard to follow and obey all of his orders, putting forth extra effort to please him.
 
The irrational plan had helped her survive her tormented time in the truck, and she still held onto the belief that he would step forward and tell Viktor that she was not going to be leaving with him.
 
It had been a particularly cruel blow when Audrey had broken through the fantasy earlier by trying to force Erika to accept that she would be sold.

Erika glanced once more to Dillon for rescue.
 
His eyes showed the sadistic amusement she had seen in them before when he had sabotaged other plans she had made, such as her early efforts to seduce him.
 
Erika realized that the small measures of kindness she thought he had offered her over the past months had actually served to manipulate her into furthering her training.
 
She had never meant anything more to him than the money he would get from this man.
 
Dillon’s eyes narrowed in a smile when he realized she understood.
 
Viktor noticed the reluctant acceptance in the girl as well, when her shoulders slumped slightly.

“One day, I will have to learn how you acquire such devotion, Dillon.”
 
Every woman Viktor had purchased seemed to reveal the same emotions and the same surprise as they discovered that their desire for the cowboy was not returned.
 
So far, they had all learned to eventually transfer these feelings to their new masters, assuring the slaves Dillon provided would bring a very good price overseas.
 
Viktor had two high ranking government officials requesting first option on slaves that had received the unique training.
 
When the girls were brought to his Russian estate for auction, those trained by the trucker were branded on the shoulder with a small cowboy hat under Viktor’s own estate marking.

Of course, Dillon did not know he getting a tenth of the amount Viktor earned by merely presenting the desirable young women for sale, and the Russian celebrated the anniversary of that day in Mexico when he had met Dillon by sharing a toast of tequila with his bodyguard.
 
Dillon had made Viktor a very wealthy man.
 
In total contrast to Viktor’s expansive Russian estate, the trucker kept his small house in the desert but he spent most of his time within the confines of his semi’s training compartment, even when it was parked in the garage.

“Present,” Viktor ordered.

Tiana watched from her position against the wall as the naked girl turned and knelt before the man with her forehead pressed against the metal floor and her arms held out in front of her.
 
Erika’s palms were open and her bottom was raised in the air with her thighs spread, and her feet arched so that her toes touched the floor.
 
Erika appeared completely submissive with her legs taut and lean by the position of her feet, and Tiana became nervously upset when she felt herself aroused by the sight and wondering how it would feel to be the one in such a subservient pose.

“Very good.”
 
Viktor’s praise was directed towards Dillon, while he studied the wet slit facing him and the hole clenching in anticipation.
 
He looked up when the cowboy did not acknowledge him, and he noticed him ignoring the trained slave and staring at his new acquisition.
 
He likes that one, I think.

Dillon had turned towards Tiana when he had heard her gasp as Erika followed Viktor’s order.
 
Beneath the terrified expression in her eyes, he noted a hint of something resembling fascination, while Tiana watched the girl’s subjugation.
 
The look on her face caused an immediate aroused reaction and thickened of his cock, and the slight loss of control both intrigued and irritated him.
 
He returned his attention to Viktor.
 
“Yes, Erika is a very willing slut.”

Erika’s back jerked slightly at the demeaning description as he confirmed Audrey’s taunt.
 
Any slight hope she had been holding onto that he would renege on his arrangement with Viktor, had been dispelled as the reality that she was only another piece of trained chattel for him to sell became apparent.
 
Viktor sat forward, and Erika almost broke position when his beefy hand slapped down onto her bottom.
 
She heard the new girl sob, as she worked to control her cries while the man continued to redden her cheeks.
 
It will be you stretched out before him soon enough,
she thought.