“Little soon for that, isn’t it? We usually give them at least a week before we tempt them.”
Jonas turned to face Abram. “How are things topside?”
Abram shrugged. “Dad’s having fun with Carla. She tried to run the second night she was there, so he put her over by the labor quarters with her back to the bars of the cell. He spread her thighs and latched her wrists and legs to the bars and gave the labor slaves free use of her for the remainder of the night. He said by morning she was even begging him to have Silas come for her.”
“She’ll run again, but I think Dad will get her broken of it after that,” Jonas replied.
“How about her? Any progress?”
“Oh yeah, she asked this morning and I let it slide.” Jonas turned his gaze back to the pretty girl, now covered in dirt that stuck to a light sheen of sweat as she worked on the fourth row. She had not looked up towards the forest again.
“You moving her to the second step?” Abram frowned at the back of Jonas’ head.
Jonas turned and looked at his brother. Abram glanced beyond him to Lacy, and then studied his brother’s face. He thought he had sensed something before he left. Shit. Jonas wants to keep her. Abram carefully measured his reply. “I told Dad about her.” Abram nodded in Lacy’s direction. “I thought I felt something different before I left. You know you got to get permission from the elders, Jonas. With the last three we sent up there not being the quality they expected, well, you yourself said she was a prime piece. They may not pass on her.”
The possessive streak was a feeling Jonas was unfamiliar with. All the young women they had abducted and trained in the past were simply passing through their training program before being handed off to the elders, who would ultimately decide their fate. For Jonas to request to keep the girl, the elders would probably deduce she was special, and he already knew they might order him to bring her up to camp for one of them.
It had never really occurred to him that he would want a slave for himself. The past ten years, the thrill had been breaking the girls down and sending them topside. “What did Dad suggest?” Jonas knew there was no sense in denying he wanted to keep Lacy.
“He suggested we get some well-trained girls to replace her.” Abram ran his fingers through his hair. “How the hell are we supposed to grab more girls while we still have to look after her? Unless you want to leave her with Silas for a few days.” Abram noted his brother’s scowl. “Never mind.”
“It’s my problem, Abram. I’ll leave her with you, and take care of the acquisitions myself. It’s already asking a lot to have you help me get three of them trained.” Jonas looked back at Lacy. She had finished, and was crawling through the garden to make sure she had not missed anything. She finally knelt at the beginning of the first row where Jonas had left her.
“Why don’t we take her with us?” Abram suggested. “We can toss three in the back, and keep her up front with us. I can scan the restaurants while you stay in the truck with her, and we don’t have to worry at the rest stops.”
Jonas thought about it. It was much safer and a whole lot easier for the two brothers to go together. Besides, he was not too keen on leaving Lacy alone with Abram. They were both incredible sadists, in very different ways. Lacy was so off balance already, and the thought of Abram causing her to retreat and ruining his designs for her caused a gnawing sensation in his stomach. “I’ll owe you one for this.”
Abram looked out towards the garden. “I’ll take it now… with her.” He was pleased with the flicker of anger in Jonas’ eyes. If he wanted the girl, dammit, he was going to have to learn to share her. The elders would demand a try with her when Jonas brought her topside, and it would be better for him to adjust to it now rather than have problems with this possessiveness at camp. He also wanted the opportunity for Lacy to sever any building feelings she had for him. It would not do for Jonas’ property to be longing for his brother.
The first indication that Abram had about Jonas’ feelings for the girl, was when he disrupted her throat training. Abram always had the girls to himself for that. At first, he found it interesting that Jonas could distract her during the torturous training, but while he walked topside he thought more about it. Jonas did not want Abram to have the pleasure of working her without him present.
Jonas finally nodded, and Abram walked out to the garden. “Up, girl.”
Lacy’s mind was once again drifting when she heard Abram’s order. He saw the surprise in her eyes and realized she did not know he had returned. Abram rubbed his crotch. “Did you miss me?” He thought about her pleas when he had left.
“Yes, Master.” It was the only correct response. Lacy rose and felt the soft dirt of the garden under her feet.
Abram noticed her glance behind him, searching for Jonas. The expression in her eyes was different now, and along with the anxiety, he noted a flash of desire. Abram should have known better than to question Jonas’ determination that the girl had submissive tendencies she was unaware of. He had no doubt that, given the choice, she would still choose to be trained by him, rather than by Jonas. It was the conclusion her mind would tell her was easier. Her body, however, wanted Jonas’ tortures.
After he clipped on her leash, she followed him silently to the pond. Jonas would continue to share her for training, but Abram would not have her alone again, and Abram decided to let her know that he really never did.
Lacy waded into the warm water and waited for Abram to disrobe. Her mind had given up responsibility for her responses, and her body’s cravings and attempts at preservation were now in charge. Abram watched as her pink nipples tightened and her fists began their anticipating clenching as he approached her.
She began to reach for the soap, and drew back her hand as if she had been scalded. Her mind flashed on the scene with Jonas when she reached for his zipper before he had asked her to service him. She had been punished for that. Lacy stood in front of Abram, trembling slightly at her close mistake.
“Wash me.” Lacy immediately reached again for the soap and tended to him. After she finished, he bathed her, and he could tell it was a routine she had expected. It was nice to offer her a respite from the constant changing assaults. Her body relaxed into his seduction, and her pussy was well lubricated when he placed himself between her thighs.
She was no longer frightened of these moments with Abram. She was no longer even trembling, as he slowly pushed inside of her. It was obvious she was looking forward to his soft manipulations to bring her to her gentle climax, as he had done on the two previous occasions. This time, as she lay back against his broad chest and her shudders began, he whispered, “It pleases Jonas to watch you.”
Lacy gasped in the grip of her climax. Her eyes flew open, and she scanned the trees as her bottom pressed into Abram. There he was. Jonas was standing behind a tree with his eyes narrowed, watching her with an expression that was a mixture of the sadistic desire she had seen before on his face… and anger.
Since she had been abducted, her life had become a series of humiliating actions to pleasure the brothers, or punishment when she failed. Any pleasure her body received at Jonas’ hand, was always offset by painful tortures. Her only reprieve from the continual debasement was the few comforting moments in the pond with Abram. She thought back to her musings that morning, when she realized that Abram had also caused her a great amount of suffering, but he did it subtly and was not overt in his appreciation of the moments. At times, he seemed to almost commiserate with her over the agony her failures and the punishments she had to endure because of them.
Her eyes continued to gaze into Jonas’ in horror as she realized that the comforting time she thought she was receiving from Abram had also been for Jonas’ enjoyment. Lacy thought about Abram’s words when he dismissed her to Jonas’ care. ‘Stupid girl. Don’t you understand yet, that Jonas is more your Master than I will ever be?’ Yes, she understood now. Everything was for Jonas. Her small rewards, even any sadistic pleasure Abram
received, were all controlled by Jonas.
Lacy saw the smile cross Jonas’ features, as though he could read her mind and knew she understood all of this. Everyone’s feelings were controlled by him. It was no wonder things could never work with Silas around. If Silas was immune to Jonas’ control, if all Silas sought was his own pleasure in the captive’s suffering and never bent to his older brother’s need to manipulate all of it, Jonas would never have been happy with him.
Jonas blended the erotic tortures and humiliating acts, so that the captive’s mind would be able to anticipate the response the different trainers expected. With Silas working independently towards his own satisfaction, the new slave retreated into a whirling pit, convinced that there was nothing that would please the Masters and save her from agony.
Lacy was jolted back from the disturbing thoughts when Abram whispered, “Do you still want me to train you, little slave girl?”
For the first time, that day at least, her eyes filled with tears. She remembered a time when she actually thought Abram might be convinced to help her escape. There was nothing for her here, no relief or comfort. There was only Jonas, and whatever plans he had for her.
Lacy remained silent. She knew the only response to the Master’s question, but she refused to say the words. Abram clipped her leash to the front of the collar, and led her over to Jonas. “I’m through with her,” he said casually, and strode in the direction of the cabin.
“Do you like my brother’s soft touches?” Jonas had walked up beside the quiet girl, and his hand brushed lightly over her breast. Lacy squeezed her eyes closed and tears splattered down her cheeks. After a few moments of silence, Jonas grabbed her nipple ring and twisted. Lacy gave a small yelp, and Jonas’ calm voice reminded her to acknowledge him.
“Yes, Master.” Her voice was very low, and Jonas detected a marvelous little tremble. Lacy was looking down and she saw the nudity that she almost took for granted now, as her tearing eyes finally focused on the toe of Jonas’ boot. She waited an eternity, or perhaps just one minute, for Jonas to speak again.
“You have no friends here, Lacy, and no allies. The only thing you have is service to your Master. Everything is decided for you. Everything you receive, and everything you are denied, even your pleasure… especially your pleasure. That is your reward for obeying your Master.” Jonas’ tone was calm and quiet.
He knew Abram’s revelation had caused a fissure in her emotions, and he also understood why his brother had done it, although at the time he was surprised. Abram liked to push the captives to see how much he could make them endure under the guise of comforting them. This had left her an empty pocket, which was quickly filling with despair. Jonas became nervous she might retreat into silence… retreat into the comfort of her memories… if it was not filled.
He began removing his clothes, and he watched as she stiffened when he moved his boot from her fixed stare. Jonas hooked a finger through her nipple ring and pulled her towards the pond. She silently wept as she waded into the water behind him. Jonas sat in the warm water on the shore. “Wash me.”
Her hands were shaking as she soaped his back and rinsed him. When she began running her small hands through the curls on his chest, Jonas studied her eyes and watched her fight for the blank, hopeless stare that would remove her from him, and he decided it was time to bring her back.
As cruel a man as Jonas was, he had the ability to be exceedingly gentle… when the need arose. His true pleasure was in the physical torment of his captive, but he was more than capable of applying Abram’s talent for psychological and emotional torture. Eventually he knew, he was going to have to bind her to him and make her desire to serve him more important than the very air that she breathed… more important than any hopes or plans she had secreted away.
His dark gaze was intense as he watched her. This was the last time she would touch him or be near him when she did not crave him. It was the last time that she followed his order because she had to. When he finished with her, her only thoughts would be how to please him enough to ease her fears and loneliness again. And for that, she would need to obey… and he knew she would.
Lacy’s hand dipped beneath the water to wash the erection breaking the surface. Her moves were mechanical, with no thought or feeling connected to them. A flashing memory of her little red car, the big brick administration building where she would register for classes, the…
Jonas firmly grabbed her wrist, and loosened his grasp when her confused blue eyes met his. He turned the hand over and kissed her wrist. Lacy was terrified, and she tried to pull her hand away while her legs back-peddled through the water.
“Be still.”
Her struggle came to an immediate, conditioned halt at his order. Jonas was still holding her wrist, and he reached up his other hand to her shoulder and coaxed her to kneel in front of him. The end of her braid floated in the water, and the slight tug on her scalp was a surreal reminder that she was here, with Jonas, and not in an office choosing classes. Her mind made one frantic effort to hang onto the comfort of the alternate reality.
Jonas reached for the band securing her hair and snapped it. His hand began to untwist the rope she had fashioned in the restroom at the diner. It was the last physical reminder she had of her life before him, and he could tell by her eyes she realized the significance.
With one arm behind her shoulders, he released her wrist and began to push her backwards into the water. For a moment, Lacy thought he meant to drown her. Instead of reacting with fear, she relaxed and let him guide her to the surface. She did not gulp a breath, and she did not struggle. She did not want to live as his slave.
The acceptance in her eyes momentarily unnerved him, as he realized how close she had come to succumbing to the relief of an imaginary world in her mind. Still, when he ran his fingers through the mane of gold that was floating in the slight current from the creek, her eyes again searched his with alarm.
Jonas kept one arm under her shoulders, and he used the other to stroke her chest. At the first touch of his fingertips as they ran from her throat to one throbbing peaked nipple, she began to shake. Keeping her lying back in the water, he pulled her onto his lap.
Lacy felt his shaft pulsing its desire on her back, and her own sex began to constrict and match its rhythm. His gentle caress was frightening, and she kept waiting for the pain. Jonas is pain. She knew that. Yes, Jonas is pain…why is he doing this to me?
When his hand traveled to the now naked lips of her mound she quivered, and an involuntary thrust matched his first connection with her folds. There was no way she could deny the arousing desire his lightly brushing fingers were releasing, and her eyes widened as he lowered his lips to hers.
Lacy did not attempt to stop the intrusion of his tongue as it slipped past her trembling lips. His tongue kept time with the pulsing of his shaft against her back… the pulsing of her depths as her cream dissolved in the water.
She raised her arms so they rested near his shoulders between them, and she issued futile little pushes to make him stop this madness. When his finger flicked over the ring pierced through her clit, her legs stiffened and she moaned into his mouth.
The hand that he had been resting under her shoulders caressed the back of her neck as his lips briefly left hers, and he whispered, “Be still, Lacy,” before claiming her mouth again. A strobe of emotions assaulted her as she thought of his tortures, the sadistic smile when he made her climax and the strength that was now holding her and driving her to a level passionate desire she did not know she was capable of.
Her bottom had begun to tighten and pull against his thigh, and she wailed when his finger reached deep inside her. “Sash, no sobbing, Lacy. I don’t like that, and you know I will punish you.” As soon as the word left his lips, she gripped tightly to the finger buried in her pussy and Jonas smiled against her lips. She still did not know that the mere suggestion of his dominance excited her.
He could feel her climbing to the pinnacle of he
r heat, and he lifted his head and smiled down at her. The dangerous gleam was still in his eyes, but the voice was steady and hushed. “Do you want me inside of you, slave?”
Lacy squirmed her hips in an attempt to get away, and then in an attempt to get him closer. She stuttered her reply in the perfect blend of misery and passion. “Yes, Master.” It was the only correct response, and while his fingers plunged, his thumb worked her clit. “Yes, Master,” she quivered, “please put your cock inside of me.”
Jonas continued to manipulate her with his hand as his other arm pulled her up. Lacy spread her thighs to the outside of his, and with her hands on his shoulders, she rolled her hips, searching for him. Jonas removed his hand and centered on her. With his hands wrapped around her waist, he slowly pulled her down.
She was ready to splinter off into the white heat of her orgasm, but Jonas slowed and controlled her attempts to quicken the act, and again pulled her mouth against his.
No, no this is wrong…oh, god, this is wrong…this is Jonas, her mind scrambled frantically. It was the last thought she had as she flew towards the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. Her thighs were shaking with the feeling, and her pussy spasmed so tightly, Jonas knew he had been thoroughly milked. He held her in his lap until she finished crying, and he decided the emotional bonding would be worth it when she begged for the tortures that pleased him in the future.
When she was better composed, he placed her on her feet. “We need to get back to the cabin.”
“Yes, Master,” Lacy replied, as her mind battled the confusion of the completed tryst. She followed him out of the water on unsteady legs, waited while he dressed, and trailed behind him at the end of her leash.
Lacy watched Jonas as he strode confidently in front of her. Under his cowboy hat, his hair was beginning to flutter on his shoulders as it dried. His shoulders were broad and supported two strong arms, two arms that had just held her and caressed her and left her longing for their safety again.
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