Carnal Slave (18 page)

“All right,” Reno said. “I’ve got it. You were bragging about how well-trained she’s become, that she’ll follow you around like a puppy dog.”

Her master stepped back from her. “I said we were getting there.”

“Hey, no hedging your bet. Here’s the deal, there’s more to control than a leash. More ways of managing her beyond a collar.”

“Go on.”

Master Damek’s wary tone made her shiver. Her dread picked up when she looked from one man to the other. Both stared at her as if she was an animal in a trap.

“Getting the point, are you, old buddy?” Reno asked.

“You know I am.”

“It’s good to know you aren’t completely senile yet. Start by putting some slack in her ankle restraints.”

Smiling in a way she hadn’t seen before, her master walked over to an
equipment
table and returned with a length of chain. He removed the leather strap he’d used to hobble her and hooked the chain to her
anklets
. The chain was long enough that she could almost walk normally.

“On your feet,” he ordered when he was done.

Not long ago her legs wouldn’t have been strong enough to support her as she stood without use of her hands. Being the object of two knowing men’s attention was unnerving, prompting her to stare at her master’s shoes. How many times had she licked them clean?

Demeaned herself even more than she was now?

“My turn,” Reno said and headed for the table. “Once she’s hooked up, I want you to take her past the other stalls so whoever’s in them can see. Then we’ll go outside and display her there.”

Don’t do this, please. I’m not an animal, I’m human.

But of course he couldn’t hear her and even if he could, it wouldn’t have changed anything.

Master Damek hooked his finger through her collar and drew her closer. Through his shirt she felt his body heat. Wanted more.

Reno—she’d have to remember to call him master if he spoke to her—held out a pair of slender chains with two clamps on each of them.

What—what’s going to--! No, Master, please, pity me
.

“You’re a bastard,” Master Damek said, taking the objects.

“Of course I am. It’s a job requirement. Okay, you say you know her. How will she react?”

“She isn’t into pain. She won’t like it.”

“No shit. Come on, you can give me more than that.”

“It’ll be interesting once we’re out of here. For the most part it’s been the two of us because—“

“Because that way she has no choice but to focus on you. I know the drill, damn it.”

Were the men arguing? Judging by their body language, it was more a case of knowing each other so well they didn’t have to mince words. Master Damek kept fingering the chains.

Despite their small size the clamps looked powerful. Four of them, four.

“Face me, slave. Chest out and legs spread.”

At the order, her legs weakened. Much as she needed to run, imprisonment had taught her not to give into instinct.

“Please, Master,” she whispered even as she obeyed.

“She do that a lot?” Reno asked. “Beg?”

“At first. Not now.”

“Because you’ve taught her it won’t do any good.”

Moving too fast for her to keep up with, he closed his workman’s hand around her left breast and pulled. Off balance, she concentrated on not falling. Sudden pain radiated up her breast, and she stared at the evil silver clinging to her nipple. Another jolt of pain to her right breast soon followed. Shaking, she gaped at what he’d done to her. The chain between the two clamps dangled nearly to her belly.

“Step into sensation,” Master Damek said in a low tone. “Experience everything to the fullest. Make it part of you.”

This wasn’t the first time he’d talked to her like this. Her breasts hurt of course, and she couldn’t dismiss the grinding sensation in her belly.

What was it the two men had talked about earlier, something about piercing her nipples. Maybe that would be better. Once the wounds healed it might not be any worse than wearing earrings.

She’d permanently wear Master Damek’s jewelry.

Even when he was no longer in her life.

“Legs open.”

The command pounded like fire through her, making it impossible for her to obey.

Irrationally, she wanted to look at him for reassurance. She couldn’t lift her head.

“Do it, slave.”

Slave. Property.
Whining under her breath, she did what she had to. She tried to close her eyes only to reconsider when she started to lose her balance.

To her surprise, her master began gently fingering her labia and clit. Despite herself, she relaxed.

“Interesting,” Reno said. “You hypnotizing her first?”

“What the hell do you care?”

“Whoever buys her won’t give a damn about making things easy for her. I’d think you’d be pounding that little lesson into her.”

“I have. A lot.”

“Maybe not enough.”

Master Damek didn’t respond, and to her relief he continued lightly stroking her sex—his sex these days. Pain continued to circle her breasts, but at least part of her felt good.

More than good she amended when his finger entered her wet opening. Her sexual responsiveness might be her salvation today.

“Got you,” Master Damek snapped. Before the words were fully out of his mouth, agony turned her world upside down. Fiery teeth clamped onto a labial lip—she couldn’t tell which one because the pain was everywhere.

Cursing, she took a backward step only to jerk to a stop and stare down. Master Damek held onto the chain, easily keeping her in place.

“Three down. One to go.”

No no no!

Much as she wanted to scream down Reno’s threat, she couldn’t. Her nails bit into her palms and her toes curled inward, threatening to cramp. Her breath wheezed.

“Got you again.”

Fresh pain married with what she was already suffering. It all flowed together so she felt as if she was drowning under it. She again tried to fight free.

“Stop it.”

Two words spoken in a firm tone were all it took to get through to her. She still felt trapped, but the panic that had started to overwhelm her was receding.

“Look at what I’m doing,” Master Damek continued. “Make sense of it. That’s the only thing you have to do.”

As his tone enveloped her, she began to wonder why she’d reacted as violently as she had. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t been even more confined than right now and being whipped hurt as much what she was experiencing. Ignoring both Master Reno and the camera, she watched as her master slowly drew the labia-connecting chain out from between her trembling legs. The tugging sensation on her labia overwhelmed her.

Was this how he intended to lead her outside?

“Don’t forget the leash.”

“I haven’t.”

Ominous words, words she had to focus on. Fighting a fresh wave of terror, she stood as he clipped the leash to both chains. Her sex lips were being pulled up, her breasts down. He tugged. Mouth open and legs now shaking violently, she stumbled toward him.

Free me! Please, I need to be free. Not—not an animal.

Yes you can.

“Damn but that looks hot. She sure as hell isn’t going to fight as long as you’ve got her that way.”

“No, she isn’t.” Master Damek moved his arm from side to side, making the connected chains sway. The one attached to her labia seemed heavier than the other. Doubtlessly, her sex lips were exposed. Trapped. No longer belonging to her.

She’d never been more under her master’s control, more connected to him.

His possession.

“Let’s show her off.” Reno started for the curtain. “Might as well give her an idea what the auction’s going to be like.”

“Might as well.”

Hearing her master’s muttered reply, she tried to tell herself he’d rather stay in here where he had her to himself. If it was just the two of them, would he find a way to push her to the divide between pleasure and pain? Could he keep her there forever?

Master started after his friend, and she shuffled behind him with her legs as far apart as possible. Her pussy was alive with sensation, not all of it bad. A slick grinding sensation was crawling up her sex channel. Any moment now it would reach her belly and radiate out in all directions.

She was a slave, a naked and helpless female plodding in her master’s wake. She wanted to bring her legs together so whoever was outside wouldn’t see her clamped flesh, but she was afraid that would punish her sex even more. Besides, there was no hiding Master Damek’s command of her breasts.

His to do what he wanted with. On display. The object of ridicule and lewd stares.

Incapable of freeing herself.

Completely dependent on this one man.

The sun carried real warmth today. Instead of embracing the offering, however, she sunk into herself what little she could in a futile attempt to make herself smaller. A bull being led around by the ring in his nose had strength on his side while she had nothing.

Was nothing.

“Now that’s interesting.”

“Herd that piece of ass this way.”

“Where’s the weights? I want to see those breasts hang.”

Forced out of her self-imposed fog by the harsh comments, she looked up to see a half dozen men on the porch her master was leading her toward.

Her master was putting her on display, showing her off like some prized possession.

“I told you Damek had his hands on a submissive one,” a man said. “Do I know what I’m talking about or do I?”

“Damek and I have a bet going,” Reno said. “If I’d known she was this compliant, I would have thought of something more demanding, like hanging her by her ankles and beating her.”

She’d seen that done to another captive several days ago. The beating hadn’t lasted long, but by then the woman’s face had turned bright red, her ankles were blue, and her dangling fingers kept twitching. She’d nearly passed out as she was being placed on her feet.

Whimpering, she’d leaned toward her master. He’d laughed and shoved her away.

Like the hapless other slave, Willow pressed closer to her master. Even though he’d done this to her, he also fed and watered her.

“Interesting,” Reno said in a low tone. “Does this mean she trusts you?”

“Hmm.” He stroked the breast closest to him. “You wouldn’t think so.”

“Tell you what,” the man who’d called her a submissive said. “Why don’t we pretend its auction day. Give us a rundown of what we’re bidding on.”

“Hey Stoker, where the hell you been? That’s a good idea,” Reno said, “but I’ll go Damek one better. How about you assume the role of a potential slave owner? Go on. Sit down and relax a bit. I’ll take over.” He held out his hand. After a moment, Master Damek handed the lead to him.

Feeling abandoned, she watched her master walk climb the stairs and join the others.

Now that he was gone, the sensations in her breasts and pussy seemed more intense. More unsettling were the stares of the men looking down at her. Could being surrounded by a wolf pack be any more frightening?

Reno shook the leash, sending knifelike sensations throughout her. She whimpered.

“Sorry gentlemen,” he said. “I should have gagged her.”

“Don’t. I love hearing slaves beg and cry. Gives me a hard-on.”

Beg and cry.

“Whatever pleases you, gentlemen.” Reno shook the chain again, then hauled her closer to the men. By the time he stopped pulling, pain had overridden her mind. She existed, nothing else.

“Before the bidding begins I want to point out some features of this slave that might appeal to you. I must admit my experience with her is limited so please forgive me if I need to examine her a bit. It should be obvious that her breasts are natural, but I would be remiss if I didn’t make that abundantly clear.”

He let go of the lead, grabbed the chain between her nipples, and lifted her breasts.

Stabbing sensations shot through her.

“Huh, huh,” she moaned. Much as she wanted to stand on tiptoe, she knew not to move.

“And they’re sensitive,” someone said unnecessarily. “Damn good.”

“That is a plus.” Reno released the chain. Sanity was starting to return when he pressed against the outsides of her breasts and push them together. “Pliable. Soft yet full.” After letting go, he carved a thin white line around her nipple. “Suck worthy if that’s your kink.”

“Huh, huh.”

“And she’s no mind reader.” He did the same to her other breast. “She had no idea I was going to do that.”

Don’t think. Don’t anticipate. Just be.

Pressure against Willow’s cheeks forced her to open her mouth. “I believe she has all her teeth,” Reno said, “and from what I can tell, she has a minimum of fillings which means low maintenance. Her trainer has spent considerable time teaching her the finer arts of giving head.

What’s your assessment, Damek? Do you believe whoever purchases her needs to engage a mouth spreader for safety?”

“She won’t bite.”

Hearing Master Damek’s cold explanation added to her turmoil. She’d known he’d walk out of her life, but his dismissive tone made it even harder to accept. Master Damek was the known. Even more to the point, he knew her.

“As I’ve mentioned,” Reno continued, “my knowledge of the subject is limited to what Damek has told me, but here’s what I’ve garnered from our conversations. The subject is of average intelligence and lacking in self-confidence. You probably want keener intellect and confidence in a wife or employee. However, the attributes I just mentioned make for the perfect slave.”

He wasn’t talking about her! And yet he was.

“Gentlemen, take a close look at what I’m presenting to you. Have you ever seen a more passive specimen? She has accepted her new lot in life. She’ll do whatever her master requires of her, endure any and all punishments.”

This wasn’t her! It couldn’t be.

“What about fucking?” someone asked. “Does she lay there like the proverbial lump of clay or act alive?”

Reno shrugged. “Damek, you want to address that?”

“She’s alive. She doesn’t want to be but she is.”

“Hmm. Would you like to elaborate?”

Reno had stopped
torturing
her. Even in her relief, she couldn’t stop thinking about how she looked to the men. Wise in the ways of slaves, they’d see her for what she was, passive.