Slave Lacy

by Candace Smith

  “Please take me away from here, please, Master Abram. I promise to do better. I’ll do whatever you say; just don’t let him hurt me again,” she begged.

  “I told you to be quiet, girl. Jonas will punish you, and then you will try harder. Now, hand my brother your wrist,” Abram encouraged.

  Lacy’s arm slowly straightened, and Jonas hooked it to one end of the beam. She tried to stifle the sob as the other wrist was secured and her lower back connected with the padding. Jonas walked behind the beam and pulled the back of her collar until she began bending backwards over the board. She was looking at Jonas’ knees when he bent down and clipped the back of her collar to a chain embedded in the floor.

  For a moment, her toes were still resting on the ground, and then she felt each brother grab an ankle and latch it to chains hanging from the end of the beam, leaving her arching her back and spread-eagle. Abram stroked her quivering ribcage with delight.

  Abram walked around the beam and knelt by her head. Jonas rarely informed the captives what he was doing, as he was mainly interested in their responses to the actual torment. Abram, on the other hand, loved to tell them in great detail what they were about to experience. He watched them tremble and plead with their eyes in a most arousing manner.

  Abram ran his fingers through her hair. Her braid was sweeping the floor at his feet and he watched her wide eyes as he said softly, “You must never refuse a Master’s request, Lacy, and it is a real bad idea to displease Jonas. You certainly didn’t need me to teach you to masturbate for him, so your refusal is a punishable offense.”

  Her head began to sway, and she made a futile attempt to lift herself. Abram continued, “Jonas is going to make sure that in the future, you don’t hesitate to carry out that very simple request.”

  Lacy was aware of Jonas standing over her, and she moaned when he attached a clip to each nipple ring. Her eyes followed the chains they were attached to as they traveled through a pulley over her head. A few seconds later, Jonas lifted her hips and wrapped a thin belt around her, then she felt him between her legs, stroking her slit until she moistened. His thrusting finger was replaced by a cold metal device that was pulled deeper into her, and then he attached the securing leads to the belt around her waist. The girl was finally out of tears and other than her trembling and wide eyes, she was still. The last thing Jonas did was to spread her pussy lips and she felt a smooth, thin piece of metal that was welded to the dildo laid up her moist slit until it rested through the ring in her clit.

  Abram’s calm voice was speaking down to her again. “You get to choose how you want to be punished. The clips on your nipples are attached to the lever on the vibrator’s remote. If you lift up to relieve the pull on those newly pierced tips, the vibrator starts up. If you pull down hard enough and stretch those rosy nubs, it will shut off.” Abram walked away rubbing his cock in time to her whimpers.

  Lacy felt the chains on her nipples tighten, and as the agony of the piercing became too much, she tried to arch up. With her collar clipped to the floor beneath her and her arms secured to her sides, she had only the use of her abdominal muscles… and as Jonas noted earlier, Lacy was no athlete.

  The two men sat to the side where they could watch her stretched nipples and the pain on her face as she fought their torture. The first time Lacy leaned up to relieve her sore buds, nothing happened and she held herself up for almost thirty seconds before she dropped back with a mewling gasp as her heavy breast was lifted by her clipped nipples. Then, Jonas flipped the switch.

  After a few moments of the painful ripping on her chest, Lacy again lifted. This time, she experienced a slight shocking inside her pussy, and the thin metal running through the clit strip vibrated furiously against her sensitive flesh. She shrieked and dropped back again until it slowed and finally stopped. Lacy completely understood the result of her actions, and as much as she wanted to endure the pain radiating through her breasts, she reluctantly raised again.

  Within seconds, her ass was clenching and she was trying to raise herself further onto the metal rod. Jonas watched her tits carefully to make sure he had left enough slack so that she would not tear the tissue. He had used this particular punishment with almost every trainee, so he was quite accurate on his measurements.

  Lacy was moaning now, as she fell back in exhaustion and gasped at the pull on her breasts. Slick juice was already coating her thighs and even without the aid of the vibration, her little bottom continued to tighten. It took less than five minutes for her weak stomach muscles to give out, making it impossible for her to lift. She wailed at the pain of her stretched nipples until Jonas finally approached her and she begged him to unclip the wires.

  Jonas caressed her sweaty brow and kissed her forehead. “Ask me properly, Lacy. Ask me like a slave.”

  “Please, Master. Oh, god, it hurts so much. Please, Master, take the wires off me.”

  Jonas smiled and reached for the clips. He knew she had not considered that when he released the stress of her breasts holding the wires taut she would be subjecting herself to the continuous ministrations of the vibrator.

  Lacy jerked as she felt the assault on her pussy, and she moaned as she realized what the request had cost her. After barely a minute of the device enflaming her moistened folds, she was beyond caring about the shadow of remaining pain in her breasts, and she concentrated on appeasing the nerves in her center.

  Jonas knelt down and whispered in her ear, “You will ask for permission to cum before each orgasm, or you will be punished. Lacy, you will ask your Master for permission.” He repeated the order to make sure his words broke through the arousing torment.

  Jonas sat back in his chair just as her lower belly began to jerk. Abram was already massaging his erection, and Jonas was sure their eyes held the same fascinated anticipation.

  “Master, may I cum?” Lacy wailed.

  “Yes, slave, you may cum.” Jonas turned to Abram. “I was a little concerned she wasn’t listening to my order,” he chuckled. Jonas let her beg through three more shattering releases before he shut the machine off.

  After removing the restraints, Jonas had the wasted girl kneeling at his feet. He lifted her chin and waited for her eyes to focus. “You were on the beam for fifteen minutes. The next time you refuse to masturbate for me, I’ll make it thirty.”

  Lacy gasped, “Yes, Master.”

  The sopping mess of her sex and thighs was left to dry on her, as she was once again restrained in the cage for the night with her arms raised up high over her back.

  She heard the two men… the Masters… leave the barn, and she saw the wedge of moonlight disappear as the door was closed behind them. Abram had carefully doused the lanterns before they secured her in the cage, so Lacy knelt in darkness. Her emotions were a swirling mass of conflicting truths as she tried to understand how and why her body was responding to the tortures and humiliations she had been forced to endure since she had been abducted.

  Lacy was no virgin. Still, she had kept to the tamer side of the bed sheets. She had given one of the boyfriends she had dated a blowjob, but she had drawn the line at letting him cum in her mouth, even if she could spit it out. The thought of masturbating in front of her captors was still terrifying, but another part of her mind recognized she had already orgasmed several times in their presence.

  As the night wore on, she tried to rationalize her situation. Did she honestly think she was going to escape? No, not in the near future with either Abram or Jonas watching me so closely. And there was nothing to be gained by refusing their orders, except the promise of torture at Jonas’ hands.

  By morning, the turbulent thoughts had left her with the understanding that she was indeed, at least for the time being, their slave. There was no possibility of rescue or escape. She also understood, after looking at the devices in the barn, that she was going to be tortured, whether she complied with their wishes or not. A small part of her held out hope that if she tried to avoid being punished, her visits to
the barn might be less painful.

  CHAPTER IV

  Lacy was relieved to see Abram was alone when he walked into the barn to release her. “Let’s hope we do not have a repeat of yesterday’s performance… or should I say lack of performance?” Abram pulled her out of the cage.

  Lacy had planned her response. “Yes, Master. I will try harder to do as you ask and to please you,” she murmured.

  Abram was elated. He had been slightly concerned they had pushed her too hard the first day, but Jonas convinced him that with Lacy’s natural propensity for arousal during the fearful sessions, she would adjust to her training much more readily than some of their slaves had in the past. As a matter of fact, Jonas was already working on adjusting the girl’s training to test her limits.

  Lacy continued to kneel in the dirt at his feet and stare at the ground. Abram’s erection had been pressing into the front of his jeans since breakfast when the brothers had discussed Lacy’s arousing session in the barn last night. “Do you want to suck me this morning?”

  There is only one response. “Yes, Master. Please let me worship your cock. Let me swallow it deep down my throat and caress its soft flesh with my tongue until your hot sperm erupts. Let me swallow you,” she pleaded. Lacy tried to detach herself from the debasing things she was saying, but she knew she had to implore with the right amount of sincerity to avoid punishment. What she had not expected was the jerking spasms of her pussy on her calf while she spoke the words. Once again, her body responded to her demeaning position.

  Abram released her arm and wrist bindings. “I expect you to be much improved over yesterday. You know what is desired.”

  “Yes, Master. I am trying to learn, and I will work hard to please you.” Lacy shuffled forward on her knees, and although her hands trembled, she did not hesitate to release Abram’s stiff member from his jeans. Her fingers stroked softy, studying and trailing the aroused vein traveling the shaft’s length. Already, a salty drop had squeezed through the tip of the stiff rod, and Lacy managed to stifle her shudder as her tongue reached towards it.

  Slow…he wants me to move slowly so he can enjoy it. She tried to think of what might feel good as she caressed the organ in her hands. She licked the salty drop and surrounding purple hued flesh, and blew warm breath across the cap. When it dried, she repeated the process and was encouraged by the tightening of the sack in her hand. She risked a look up, and saw that Abram was gazing down at her with lustful, shining dark eyes.

  Lacy’s tongue stroked the turgid rod and laved the bloated pouch beneath it. When she reached his tip, she lowered her mouth over him and began pumping him in and out of her moist cavern while her hands continued to seduce him. She was dismayed to see she could only take half of his length in her mouth before it tickled the back of her throat uncomfortably, and she could not force herself to take him any deeper, even though she knew his entire cock was enveloped by her throat yesterday.

  As she continued to work on him, her fear began to build at not swallowing him like she had begged to do. Tears began to well in her eyes as she realized it was the only way to avoid Jonas’ wrath and she could not bear the thought of what torture she would face when he discovered she had failed with Abram again. She reluctantly removed him from her mouth and sat back on her heels. Staring at Abram’s feet she said softly, “Master,” she licked her lips nervously not knowing if she was already in trouble, “Master, I wish to swallow you to please you, but I don’t know how to do this. My throat closes when I try. Please train me to pleasure you.”

  Abram could sense the fear in her voice, and realized she really did want to do this. Most of the captives just sucked what they could and hoped it would keep them safe from Jonas. “You will get used to opening your throat and relaxing your muscles. I will guide you this time, and give you a training device to help you get used to it.”

  Small quivers shook along her shoulders as Lacy knew his strong hands were going to force her to take him again. There was no way to prevent the outcome, and she knew she was going to have to find a way to accomplish this unpleasant act. She situated his warm meat back in her mouth, and as she began to lick and suck his hands forced her head down until she was tearing and gagging while his balls slapped against her chin.

  After his last impassioned thrust, Lacy licked his softened member and sack clean and placed him safely back behind his zipped jeans until the next time he requested her services. She knelt silently as he clipped the leash to the front of her collar, rose, and followed him to the cabin for whatever cold breakfast scraps lay waiting in her bowl.

  He brought her back to the pond where she bathed him and straddled his thighs as she had done the previous afternoon. It dismayed her when Abram’s gentle stroking, adeptly brought her to another climax she tried to avoid. Once more, confusing emotions ran through her psyche as she could not understand why her body responded to him.

  When they got back to the cabin, Abram had her lie on the heavy wooden dining room table and hold her arms out to the edges. Lacy was surprised to find there were chains attached to the bottom and hooked onto her wrist cuffs. Her ankles were spread and secured as well. Her anxious eyes followed Abram as she tried to anticipate why he had placed her there.

  He laid something on the counter behind him out of her view and approached the head of the table. His strong arms reached under her shoulders and slid her body up, so that only the base of her neck rested on the wood and she had to hold her head up. Abram knelt, reached for another chain bolted to the bottom of the table, and guiding her forehead down with his hand, he attached the short chain to the ring at the back of her collar so that she was looking at the floor.

  Already trembling, Lacy tried to squelch her panic at being secured in such a vulnerable position. When Abram returned from the counter, he pulled a chair in front of her and sat down. Lacy looked at what he was holding and began to whimper.

  Abram gently caressed her cheeks and spoke softly, “You asked to learn, Lacy. Open your mouth, now.”

  Lacy stared at the silicone phallus. It looked like it could reach to her stomach, and was thicker around than either of the very well endowed brothers. It would suffocate her, she was positive of this, but she quietly whimpered, “Yes, Master,” and parted her lips.

  Abram slowly worked the device deeper down her throat. He watched her fists clench and open fearfully as he forced half the length of the monstrosity inside her. She struggled to remember to breathe when it retreated, and whined when it was replaced to an even greater depth. Abram stroked the soft skin on the outside of her filled throat.

  “Swallow, Lacy. Remember to suck and lick as I pull it out.” Abram felt the vibrations of her whines. Whines were okay. Sobbing and wailing were not, and so far she had not emitted those irritating sounds. Lacy was concentrating on breathing and trying to stop her retching as she followed Abram’s instructions, and she never heard Jonas enter the room.

  He arched an eyebrow at Abram as he watched the bound girl servicing the dildo. Usually, their captives were straining, screaming and fighting this training. Lacy was nervously clenching her fists, and there was an occasional seizing of her stomach as she tried to adjust to the foreign object, but Jonas realized quickly she was actually trying to learn. His eyes dropped to her wet sex and he smiled. He quietly pulled a chair up by her legs and stroked a finger through her cream.

  Lacy was concentrating so hard on what was happening to her throat that it took a moment to realize someone was spreading her labia and caressing her pussy. She moaned when she realized it must be Jonas. His finger brushed across her tingling clit, and she involuntarily pushed into his hand. Abram was the first to realize that Jonas had effectively distracted her so much her gagging reflex had subsided.

  At first, Lacy was overwhelmed by Abram’s throat training, but as Jonas’ attentions became more demanding, her focus shifted to her own sex. So much of her did not want to let Jonas receive the satisfaction of knowing he could bring her to climax, but as
his expert hands seduced her, the thought of her release caused quivers through her dripping channel.

  Abram and Jonas smiled at each other as they realized their captive was no longer paying any attention to the rod now driving almost completely down her throat. Her soft moans and subtle pushing with her hips made it clear she was only concerned with her own release. Sometimes this was undesirable, as the slaves focus should be on pleasuring their Master. As Lacy had not requested, and at Jonas’ hand probably did not want, the impending release, it was acceptable.

  Abram became so aroused by the scene that he removed the fake shaft and began thrusting his own stiff cock down Lacy’s throat. In the back of her mind she felt the difference between the two impaling rods, and she was relieved at Abram’s warmth and manageable size replacing the silicone monster’s unforgiving rigidity.

  Under Jonas’ manipulations, Lacy crested to an intense orgasm, and the gasping moans gripping her throat brought Abram quickly over the edge soon after. Lacy was still gulping air and rogue spasms jerking her belly when Jonas approached the head of the table. Lacy was fairly certain why he was looking down at her, and she quivered, “Please Master, let me worship your cock. Let me swallow and suck you.” It was as much as she could gasp.

  Jonas was delighted with the improvement in her oral capabilities. He knew she would get even more adept throughout her captivity, but she was doing very well. After she finished licking him clean, the brothers released her from the table. She followed Abram into the living room and knelt on the floor in front of him.

  The brothers talked about mundane things, and Lacy’s mind wandered. In the past few days she had had more intense orgasms and much more perverted sexual scenarios than she had ever experienced in her whole life. The men she had dated had been attentive to her needs, but none produced the wanton responses from her that her captors had.