Lacy did not even realize that was what was happening to her. As her core muscles spasmed against his cock, she felt her juices begin to flow. Again, she tried to back off him.
“Just relax, Lacy. That’s a good girl,” Abram’s soothing voice encouraged.
Her clit, already swollen and exposed from the recent piercing, rested against the nest of his coarse hair, and the water circulating around it was both comforting and arousing. A final fleeting thought that she wanted him to stop stroking her was dispelled as her frightened body let go of the tension it had been experiencing since Jonas had taken her. She did not realize that she was already beginning to separate the two brothers, as to who was responsible for her situation.
The pulsing in her core became more demanding, and Lacy kept her eyes closed, wishing her body would not answer Abram’s solicitous seduction. She was exhausted, and so very tired of being afraid. Her mind and body worked against her to force her to accept the comfort Abram was offering. She felt her muscles begin to grip him tighter, in a more rhythmic pattern and forcing more cream down his thick shaft.
Abram felt her heat and began slowly raising his hips and thrusting into her, carefully measuring her acceptance. He felt the change in her quickened breaths, and watched as the telltale flush spread across her pale skin. He again sought Jonas’ eyes as he brought himself and the captive to a gentle climax.
Lacy knew he was aware she had orgasmed, and she knew he was aware he was responsible. She did not try to convince herself he had forced or coerced her. She merely felt cheap and perverted for letting the climax wash over her. At any moment, she expected to hear him make fun of her degradation. Instead, he kept calmly stroking her back and finally said softly, “We better get back to Jonas.”
CHAPTER III
Lacy’s arms were once again painfully secured behind her back, her leash was clipped under the dining table, and she was kneeling before the scraps of the brothers’ lunch. They were out of sight and talking in the living room after giving her orders to finish her food.
The two men were smiling through their well-practiced argument. “Why should I let you train her, Abram.”
“This one is a bit more fragile, Jonas. Your heavy handed tortures can break her, and then she’ll be no good to anyone.” Abram rolled his eyes, almost bored with the repetitious scenario.
The brothers had discovered that the captives would do almost anything for Abram, if he could keep them from Jonas’ cruelty. Abram had the opportunity to teach them to please and instill the routine behavior they would need at the camp, and Jonas still provided erotic tortures when they balked at some of the things Abram taught them. They would learn to accept that they would be brutalized as punishment, or simply for their Master’s arousal.
“She’s stronger than you think, Abram. The girl never fainted during the piercing, and she’s been aroused and climaxing at my hand since we acquired her,” Jonas argued. He could envision the girl, kneeling in the kitchen and praying Abram could convince him. The two men smiled.
“Let me take her for a few days. If she refuses my training, I’ll stand down to your wishes and admit the only way she’ll learn is at the end of your whip.” Abram could almost feel the girl quiver with the suggestion, and knew she would do everything she could to please him and avoid being placed under Jonas’ instruction.
“Two days… after that, she’ll be too conditioned to wrapping you around her wishes,” Jonas declared. He could almost hear her sigh of relief. He rose from the chair and said loudly, “I’m going to go see how things are with Silas. I’ll be back by dinner, Abram, and she better have positions and humility under control.”
Abram growled, “You’re not the only one who knows how to prepare a slave, Jonas.” He winked at his brother as he left the cabin.
Lacy thought about the conversation. She had no doubt that Jonas was the crueler of the two men, and was fairly certain if she failed with Abram, both men would take it out on her. So far, the only thing Abram had done to hurt her was whipping her when she balked at following Jonas. She begrudgingly convinced herself he did not strike her too hard, and was probably trying to keep her from getting into further trouble with Jonas. After thinking it through, Lacy was determined to put an effort into following Abram’s instructions, while still carefully watching for an opportunity to escape.
Abram decided he had let the girl mull over the conversation long enough. She was either going to go along with their plan, or Jonas would indeed, train her his way. If that were the case, the camp would receive a much more despondent slave, but she would be well trained. He rose and walked into the dining room, and was pleased when the blue eyes looked at him expectantly.
Sitting on a chair at the table, he unhooked her leash and pulled her towards him. She shuffled on her knees, and he placed a hand on the back of her head and pushed it onto his lap. He stroked her hair like he was comforting a large dog, as he said, “Jonas has agreed to let me work with you on some of your training.”
Lacy remained wide-eyed and listening for what would be expected of her. Abram continued, “I am to teach you proper position, speech and the sexual training you will need, and Jonas will still be in charge of enhancing your pain threshold.” Abram felt the slight shiver go through her, but he was pleased she was not crying or pleading with him.
“Usually, Jonas does all the training, but I told him I thought his methods might be too harsh, and he could cause you to retreat. As long as you make progress with me, he may let me continue to work with you. He’s giving me two days to begin with and will decide after that. If you are uncooperative, I’m going to give you back to Jonas to train. With him, we are guaranteed results.”
Lacy wanted to ask who she was being trained for. Over the course of her abduction, she realized the men had not taken her for themselves. She somehow sensed he did not want her asking questions, and she continued to quietly rest her head on his thigh.
“You are to remain silent unless a Master asks you a question or gives you an order. At those times, you will answer immediately with the proper response.” Abram waited a few seconds.
Lacy whispered, “Yes, Master,” against his thigh, and Abram knew he had her.
He lifted her head and sat her back into her kneeling position. “Spread your knees, shoulder width apart.”
“Yes, Master.” Red crept across her pale cheeks as she struggled with the position that forced her to expose herself, and she stared at one of the legs of the table.
“As a slave, both the viewing and use of your body is for your Master’s pleasure, and you will present yourself with that in mind.” Tears began to well up at his statement, but she still responded appropriately and Abram was pleased.
“Beg to suck me. Tell me you want me buried to the hilt down your throat, and tell me how good you will make me feel,” Abram instructed. He fully expected her to refuse the order, and he was not disappointed.
Lacy’s mind worked around his order and her voice froze. There was no way she could beg him to let her do this. She thought of the humiliating scene that morning with Jonas. Part of her knew she was going to be forced into it, but she still could not bring herself to plead with him to make her orally service him again. She flinched when he bolted to his feet and grabbed her leash.
“Perhaps Jonas is right, and you’re better left with him to deal with,” Abram growled.
Her bare feet slapped against the wooden floorboards as he dragged her roughly outside and headed towards something that resembled a sawhorse with a narrow beam. By the time they got close to it, Lacy could see the strategically placed straps, and she wailed at the thought of the beam on her sex as her weight pressed her onto it.
“I’ll do it, oh god, please Master,” Lacy’s panic was intensifying as Abram lifted her over the beam. She balanced on her toes to keep her weight off her pussy, and she was terrified at the thought of the pain if she rested on the new piercing. She continued to beg. “Please, Master, let me. Let me suc
k on you… please, Master.”
Abram continued to secure her to the diabolical beam. He clipped her ankle cuffs to the hind legs of the contraption, and Lacy tried to lean back at an awkward angle as the narrow plank bit into her. Abram wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her so he could split her fleshy lips on either side of the beam, leaving her tender pink folds crushed beneath her. Lacy was screaming at the excruciating agony of the position.
Abram grabbed her chin and glared at her. “Be still.” Trying to lean back, Lacy moaned and tried to quiet her cries. “Jonas will be back soon to deal with you.” Abram turned back towards the cabin.
Even through her discomfort, Lacy was terrified of what Jonas would do when he saw she was already being punished for failing Abram’s directive. “Please, oh please, Master, let me suck you,” she wailed.
Abram knew that every minute she straddled the beam would feel like a torturous hour, and he listened to her pleading across the clearing before he exited the house again. Lacy saw him come out onto the porch and walk towards the barn.
“Please, Master. Please let me suck you,” her mind worked frantically. “Let me lick you. I want your cock down my throat, please. I promise, Master, I’ll do it the way you want me to.”
Abram appeared to think it over, and slowly walked back to her. “I don’t have time for this shit, slave. You either want to be trained by me or have Jonas handle it.”
“You, Master. Please, Master, I want you to train me.”
Abram released her restraints and lifted her off the beam. Lacy still felt a throbbing, shadowing pulse between her legs reminding her of the torture. Her arm bindings were loosened and Abram said, “Beg to please me.”
“Please Master, let me suck you,” she sniffled miserably. “Please bury yourself in my throat and let me swallow you.”
“Do it,” Abram scowled.
Lacy dropped to her knees in the dirt, and as her shaking fingers reached for the front of his pants, he kicked her knees further apart. He was pleased with her moan as she recognized she had failed the one position he had taught her. When she had him released from his trousers, she glanced once at his shaft and began licking and working his balls in a frenetic pace.
“Slow down,” Abram fisted her hair. “You are to make sure I enjoy this, not turn it into a race.”
The captive slowed her pace, hating that she now had to acknowledge his taste and the soft skin surrounding the tubular torment. She smelled the light scent of his masculine sweat, and when her mouth came down to surround his shaft, he groaned in appreciation and grasped the sides of her head, guiding her. Every lunge forced him deeper down her throat, and the massaging quivering muscles as she sobbed felt truly wonderful.
When he drove past her limits and felt her gag, she placed her hands on his strong thighs and tried to push away. “Be still and pleasure me like you begged to do. Take me down your tight throat, just as you begged.”
Lacy heard her words thrown back at her, and though she kept her hands on his legs, she stopped trying to get away. He drove deep down her passage and she was terrified to discover she could not breathe. “You better be licking me on the up stroke girl, or I’ll stay down your throat.”
He was rewarded with the feel of her tongue aggressively stroking his flesh. Keeping her on the precipice of this terror for several minutes, he finally pushed all the way down her throat, and Lacy was aware of his testicles resting on her chin while she felt his sticky load shoot almost directly into her stomach. She gulped air when he removed himself from her mouth.
“Lick me clean and zip me back up.” Lacy quickly did as he ordered. “Thank me for allowing you to suck my cock.”
Even though her voice was barely a hoarse whisper, she stared at his groin and said, “Thank you, Master, for allowing me to suck your cock.”
Abram pulled her to a stand by the leash and muttered, “You best do a much more convincing job for Jonas.” Lacy jerked and stifled another sob.
The rest of the afternoon, Abram taught her how to stand and coaxed her in her speech. She was obviously uncomfortable using the lurid terms he was demanding from her and although he enjoyed her misery, it would be unacceptable in camp.
Once again he displayed his swelling cock in front of her. “Tell me how unworthy you are to suck me. Tell me how magnificent your Master’s cock is and how you want to worship it. Describe for me what you want to do and how it will make me feel,” he ordered.
Lacy was at the breaking point, and as she looked at his organ she feared he was going to gag her with it again. Her eyes wandered around the clearing and she moaned with the realization she was trapped. Abram reached down and grabbed her chin. “Perhaps Jonas will have better luck.” He zipped himself up and dragged the terrified girl back to the cabin. He left her wrists bound in front of her and set her to kneel by his chair while she miserably anticipated Jonas’ return.
Jonas arrived just before sunset. Lacy was staring into the unlit fireplace, submerged in deep despair and she missed the nod between the two brothers before Jonas sat down on the couch.
“Silas has his hands full, but seems to be enjoying himself. He stuck a ring gag in his slave’s mouth when the idiot tried to bite him. How’s it going with her?” Jonas saw the quivering already begin when he referred to the quiet girl.
“She knows better than to bite, at least,” Abram chuckled. He reached down and grabbed Lacy’s chin. “Tell Jonas why you deserve to have him punish you.”
Remaining silent, her eyes dropped to the floor and began filling. Abram jerked her head up and glared at her for refusing to acknowledge him.
“You’ve had all afternoon, Abram, and all you’ve managed to do is get her to display her cunt when she kneels?” Jonas’ disapproving tone rang across the room.
Lacy looked at the anger smoldering in Abram’s eyes, and was terrified he was going to permanently hand her over to Jonas. The man was immune to the obvious silent attempt to beg him to help her. “She knows positions and her station as a slave, and she knows what is expected when she is servicing with her mouth, though she refuses to apply herself.” Lacy winced at his condemnation. “Perhaps your influence may convince her to work harder tomorrow. Go ahead and take her, and trust me, brother, I have informed her well of what we require from her.”
When Abram left the cabin, Lacy had to fight from chasing after him. “Why do you deserve to be punished?” Jonas’ cold voice came from just behind her shoulder.
She looked down at the floor and began to cry, and Jonas jerked her head back and slapped her. “Acknowledge, when your Master speaks to you,” he hissed.
“I’m sorry, Master. I don’t know what I did wrong,” she wailed.
Jonas dragged her over to the couch. “Show me what you have learned, and stop that crying.”
She hitched and gulped to get her sobs under control, and reached a tentative hand towards his pants. Jonas gripped her wrist. “Do you presume I will let you suck me?”
“No Master,” she shuddered. “Please, Master, let me suck your cock.”
Jonas remained silently gripping her wrist, and Lacy miserably recalled what Abram said about sounding convincing. “Please Master, let me suck your cock down my throat. Please let me caress your balls while you drive deep down my throat. Please, Master, let me worship your cock.” Lacy tried to remember all that Abram told her, and she really was begging, though not to service the horrid man but to avoid punishment.
After debasing herself so completely, Lacy was stunned by Jonas’ cruel reply. “I see what Abram means. You do not understand the proper comportment to be allowed to service a Master.” He shocked her further by adding, “Lie down before me, spread yourself and masturbate. Think of my cock spewing deep in your throat while you orgasm, perhaps that will convince me of your sincerity.”
She stared at him in dumb bewilderment, disgusted by the order, and terrified to refuse him. He yelled, “Abram… get in here.”
Abram stormed back throug
h the door a moment later. “What did she do wrong, now?” he grumbled.
“I ordered her to masturbate, and not only is she still standing but she did not acknowledge my request. She’s like a statue and not the slightest bit interested in seeing to my pleasure. What have you been doing with her all day?” Jonas demanded.
“Her obstinate nature earned her a session on the beam this afternoon, so we did not progress this far with her training,” Abram admitted.
Sitting back on the couch, Jonas stroked his chin while he stared at Lacy. Her eyes wandered nervously around the room while she trembled in front of him. “I’ll get her caught up for you and see if I can help relieve her of her reluctance. If I face the same lack of progression tomorrow night, I’m taking her from you.”
Abram waved his hand, “Whatever you decide, Jonas.”
Jonas rose and grabbed Lacy’s leash, hauling her back to the barn. She wailed and tried to pull at the leash with her bound hands, but Jonas ignored her struggles. Abram followed behind them, his dark eyes flashing with aroused anticipation. This was one of his favorite sessions with the new captives, and so far, Lacy was progressing exactly as they had hoped.
Jonas pulled Lacy towards the back wall while Abram walked around the barn lighting lanterns. They stopped in front of a padded beam and Jonas separated her wrists.
“Please, Master Jonas, please let me suck your cock. Please, Master.” Lacy was reduced to the sobbing, babbling wails that she did not realize displeased them so much.
“Be still, slave.” Jonas glared at her irritably. He did not want to have to gag her through this if he could avoid it. Gripping her wrist, he pulled her back against the beam, and now she began to fight him.
“Let me go, oh god. ” Her fingers tried to pry his hand lose, and Abram walked up behind her and wrapped his strong arms around her torso, pinning her arms to her sides.
He whispered in her ear, “Be still, girl. You have earned your punishment and it is not a good idea to make Jonas any more upset with you. Stop the crying and do as he says.”
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