Carnal Slave (7 page)

He hit her left breast. “Finish the damn sentence!”

For a moment she had no idea what he was talking about, then it came together.

“My nipples, Master.”

“Better. And why would I want to attach these suckers to you?”

“I don’t know, Master.”

“Because I can. And because I’ll keep your attention that way.”

He already had it. Surely he knew that.

When he draped the clamps and chain over her thighs, it took all her self-control not to shake them off. He was testing her. If she failed, he’d hurt her again, maybe beat her senseless.

For the first time since she’d left home at seventeen, she wished her parents were here, but her father was dead, and her mother prayed nightly for her ruined soul because she’d left the fold.

Tightness around her left breast jerked her back to reality. She could barely see what Master Damek was doing, not that she needed to. He was wrapping the red rope around and around her breast. The loops weren’t tight enough to stop circulation, but her breast was already swelling. After circling the base of her breast a half dozen or so times, he snugged the rope around her upper body to keep everything in place. Then he did the same to her right breast. He finished by surrounding her chest a few more times, higher now and tied things off in back.

When he was done, she wore a bizarre rope bra that forced her breasts out. Even if she had use of her hands, she wouldn’t be able to get at the knots. Going by the feel, she guessed her breasts were turning purple. All she could see were her erect nipples.

“Lovely,” he said. “To let you know, I’m not the only one admiring my handiwork.”

She thought he was talking about the other man and his captive until she spotted them.

The woman was deeply bent over the sawhorse and the man was restraining her arms. Neither so much as glanced her way. Wondering who had come in while she wasn’t aware, she looked around.

“You don’t know?” Master Damek fingered her nipples. “How about the ceiling?”

A chill ran through her as she forced herself to do as he’d suggested. Cameras had been installed in all four corners.

“State of art,” he said, still massaging her nipples. “Some of Carnal’s clients are watching us in real time, but I’m guessing most won’t see this until they can set aside some time for their enjoyment. The video feed is one of the perks that come with the expensive membership.”

She began to comprehend how widespread and powerful Carnal Incorporated was.

“All right, here’s the deal. I know you’re thirsty.”

At the word, nothing else mattered. She licked her dry lips.

If he felt at all sorry for her, he gave no indication. “The question is what are you willing to put up with in exchange for all the water you can drink?”

Much as she hated his taunting tone, and she did with every fiber in her being, she willed herself to meet his gaze.

“Waiting for the punch line, are you? It’s really quite simple.” Releasing her sensitive nipples, he dragged the clamps and chain over her thighs. “You have a choice. If you let me put these on you, I have a bottle of cold, clear water with your name on it. If you say no, your nipples will be spared.”

And I risk dying of thirst.

“Hell of a decision, isn’t it?” He dangled the
equipment
inches over her aching breasts.

“Neither option is one you’d choose on your own is it?”

She tried to swallow only to have to work at it for several seconds. “No, Master.”

“Have you thought of begging for my mercy? Are you so sure I won’t take pity on you?”

“I don’t know what you want me to say, Master.”

Something about his smile said she’d pleased him. “So begging and pleading doesn’t immediately come to mind. Why’s that?”

How much of me does he want? Maybe everything?
“My parents were very strict. I was punished many times, even when I didn’t know what I’d done wrong.”

“Hmm. And you learned that asking for mercy only what, infuriated them?”

Say it. Just get it over with.
“Particularly my father. He believed in corporal punishment.

Nothing I said or did ever dissuaded him.”

“So you stopped trying.”

Telling Master Damek what she had had pulled her into the past. Much as she needed to escape it, the present wasn’t any better.

“Answer me, damn it!”

The blow to her swollen left breast knocked her to the side. Her secured behind her arms screamed. Fighting tears, she struggled to straighten. She’d just succeeded when he struck her right breast, again pushing her off balance. Head hanging as much as the collar allowed, she again forced her legs under her. If he did that again, he might dislocate her shoulder.

“Answer.”

“Master, I’m sorry. I don’t remember—what do you want me to say?”

Pulling back on her hair, he made her look up at him. “Your father didn’t give a damn about you as a human being, did he? He believed you were going to hell unless he beat the devil out of you, is that it?”

“Yes, Master.”

“As a child you couldn’t overpower him so you became docile and obedient.”

Chilled by what he’d just said, she gaped at him.

His hold on her hair remained taut. “That’s right, slave. Your past has become your present. You’ll never escape your new life. The only way you’ll survive is by resurrecting that docile and obedient child. Embrace the lessons you learned back then and it’ll be easier on you now. There’s something else.”

She should care about his last words, but how could she? The oppressive weight she’d grown up under had returned. Fighting was out of the question. Master Damek was right, there was no escape.

“Master?”

His mouth twitched. “What, slave?”

“Water, please, Master.”
Staying alive even if I don’t have a life.

His look as he nodded made her wonder if he was disappointed in her easy surrender.

Maybe he wanted her to fight, but how could she?

She felt relief when he let go of her hair but that only lasted until he dangled the nipple clamps before her. “Sucks having to make a choice like that doesn’t it? Maybe you’ll be relieved to know I won’t often give you options.” Keeping his hands where she could see what he was doing, he opened one clamp and slid his finger into the space he’d created. Instead of pinching his finger, he made a show of withdrawing it.

“For the record, I know what it feels like. It isn’t something I have any interest in repeating. All right, slave, you’ve made your decision. Let’s see if you’ll continue to believe you’ve made the right one.

This can’t be real. I can’t—

“Ah! Oh God, please!” Pain dove into her left nipple. Horrified, she tried to shake free only to come face to face with the reality that the metal wasn’t going anywhere. She stared at the man who’d done this to her. Finding no humanity in his glare, she looked down. What she could see of her imprisoned nipple had been captured.

“One down. One to go. Then you get your reward.”

Water. At least I won’t die of thirst, today.

If anything, the second clamp hurt more than the first. She sobbed but didn’t beg. Much as she hated seeing what had been done to her, she couldn’t tear her gaze off her distorted breasts. She’d never given them this much attention, never before thought of them as the core of her being. The solid chain swinging between them reminded her of how the hobbles had restricted her movement.

“Before we get to my part of the bargain,” he said, “I want to demonstrate an added feature. I hope you’re in a position to pay attention because I find this particularly entertaining.”

He was entertaining himself by causing her pain? What kind of animal was he?

No, not just an animal but the man who’d claimed her body and changed her existence.

Defeat all but blinded her. Fighting herself, she watched as he unhooked one side of the chain, pushed her breasts together, and refastened the chain near the middle so her breasts stayed that way.

“Control.” He snapped the now taut chain with his forefinger. “It comes in many forms.”

It was all too much, beyond her comprehension. The pain was horrible, but that was only part of it. Knowing she couldn’t do anything to bring herself relief weighed on her soul.

Even when her parents were at their most fanatical, in their own way they’d loved her. They spanked her out of a warped sense of responsibility.

In sharp contrast, she didn’t know why Master Damek was doing this. Yes, he’d hinted at a lifetime as a slave, but what, really, did that mean?

And why?

Reality must have slipped away from her because she was suddenly aware that he was no longer in front of her. He wouldn’t abandon her like this, would he? Please, not that! Not when she needed him.

Afraid as she was of her surroundings, she was even more terrified of being left like this.

The other naked woman had been tied to the sawhorse, her head’s movement restricted by a short chain running from her collar to the ground. Other than shivering, she couldn’t move. The pussy/ass harness was gone. The man—her master—stood behind her, a Hitachi wand inches from her exposed pussy.

“Submit!” the trainer snapped and pressed the powerful vibrator against the woman’s sex. She bucked.

Watching the woman struggle to lift her buttocks while moaning repeatedly, Willow recalled the night Mitch had shown her the Hitachi he said he’d bought for their mutual enjoyment. Despite his repeated requests, she hadn’t let him touch the imposing thing to her pussy. Just feeling it on her arm had left her with no doubt that she wasn’t up for such intense stimulation. Now, watching the helpless woman, she knew she wanted what was being done to her.

“You’ll get to that point,” Master Damek said from behind her. “When you’ll beg me to replace pain with pleasure, even pleasure that’s capable of destroying your will.”

Water. He’d promised her water.
“Master?” she whimpered.

“Go on. What were you going to say?”

“I submitted.” Even though he might not see what she was doing, she shook her upper body a little. Fresh pain made her stop. “Please, Master, I beg you.”

“I know you do, little slave.”

Caught off guard by his gentle tone, she waited as he moved back in front of her. He carried a frosty water bottle.

“Tell me something,” he continued. “What if your option had been to position yourself as the slave over there is doing so I could fuck you in exchange for water and food? Would you have said yes?”

The other woman continued to gasp and moan. Willow couldn’t tell whether she was trying to free herself or climaxing.

“Yes, Master,” she admitted. She hated herself.

“Life is down to the basics for you, isn’t it, slave,” Master Damek said. “It’s damn elementary.”

She couldn’t think, not with precious moisture running off the water bottle and her breasts on fire.

He moved closer and unscrewed the top. “What’s happening right now is a demonstration of my capacity for compassion. I can’t promise it’ll always be like that since every day and situation is different. Right now I want you to concentrate on the unbalanced balance of power between us.” He chuckled at what he obviously considered his humor.

Extending his hand, he placed the bottle against her lips. She immediately sucked. Bit by bit he lifted the bottle, and she tilted her head back like some dog receiving a treat. Cool moisture caressed her throat. She was so afraid he’d stop before she finished that it was all she could do not to guzzle the water. A few drops slid out of the corners of her mouth, prompting her to swallow repeatedly. With a little of her thirst satiated, she focused on Master Damek. He smiled down at her like some kind and patient caretaker.

“You have promise, slave.” He patted the top of her head. “I don’t yet know you well enough to say how far I’ll be able to take you into sex slavery, but I’ve certainly worked with worse examples.”

Sex Slavery.

“That’s enough.” He roughly pulled the empty bottle out of her mouth and tossed it aside. She imagined precious drops staining the cement.

Faced with the question of what he intended to do with her next, she kept her wary gaze on him. Her breasts throbbed so it was hard to concentrate and one drink hadn’t been enough. Her stomach rumbled.

“Your weight isn’t bad,” he said. “You aren’t skinny enough to be a model, but experience has taught me that most slave owners prefer a little meat on their slave’s bones. No bones poking them. I’ll be taking a few pounds off you. It’s a byproduct of your training, occupational hazard so to speak.”

She’d never be able to fully accept the nightmare existence he was painting, either that or her mind was incapable of absorbing it all.

“Speaking of my goal.” He looped a finger through the taut nipple chain and pulled up.

Desperate to escape the fire that seemed to touch her everywhere, she straightened until her arms’ restraint stopped her. He continued to hold the chain while leaning down so his face was so close to hers she felt his breath.

“Speaking of my goal—the end result is to have turned you into a sex slave that even the most inexperienced owner can handle. It comes down to the marriage of pain and pleasure I’ve already talked about. Pay attention now.”

She was! She couldn’t do otherwise.

To her surprise, he knelt so his knees brushed hers. She groaned in relief when he let go of the chain, then tensed, afraid. Over his shoulder she saw that the other trainer still held the Hitachi against the captive’s sex. Sweat coated her body, her breasts shook, and now she was trying to move her buttocks away.

When Master Damek wiggled his forefinger in front of her, Willow forgot about the others.

“Actually,” he said and wiggled his forefinger again, “this is my favorite training tool. I like the intimacy that’s inherent in its use. However, most of the time I keep a degree of physical distance between myself and my trainee. I won’t spell out the reasons for that. Figure it out for yourself.”

Only one thing came to mind—Master Damek didn’t want to connect with her on a personal level. To him she was a job, not a human being.