by Vonna Harper
“You’re overwhelmed. That’s understandable. It’s part of the process, one hopefully you’ll embrace. I hate to think what will happen if you don’t.” He chuckled. “Think you’ll resist?”
Rings and chains. Restraints. “Resist?”
He licked his fingers, then closed them around her nipple and slowly drew her closer. “We shouldn’t be having this conversation. Nothing in my job description includes explaining things to the subjects. However, I’m a studious man. It’s in my nature to educate as well as manipulate. Oh well, enough of that.”
His tone pulled her out of the fog she’d allowed herself to sink into.
“Places to go and goals to meet,” he continued. “But before we leave this room, I want you to take note of several more things.” Still holding onto her nipple, he pointed at a window that took up most of one wall. “If you’ll notice, there’s no curtain. The view’s amazing.”
It was. The evergreens all around were impressive—and far different from the oaks where she’d begun her day.
“More than amazing,” he went on. “Unfortunately, you won’t enjoy them.”
“Wh—what do you mean?”
The hand that had gently massaged lifted. An instant later he forcefully slapped the top of her breast. Sobbing, she tried to escape only to trip and fall. The imprisoning log jammed against the floor, causing it to slide against her back. Sensing freedom, she pushed. Suddenly her arms were no longer being forced back. Planting her hands on the floor, she lifted her upper body but couldn’t spread her feet enough to get to her feet.
“Love it, love it.” Placing his shoe between her shoulder blades, he forced her back so her face was on the hardwood. Breathing took effort. Replacing his shoe with a hand, he knelt beside her, reached under her prone body, and grabbed the rope between her wrists. Chuckling, he rolled her onto her back, hauling her hands up to her throat as he did.
“Watch this, bitch. Watch and comprehend.”
She tried to fight, but he rested his knee on her hair, immobilizing her head. Despite her struggles, he tethered her hands close to her neck so her fingers were curled under her chin. Leaning back, he studied her.
“Well, that was fun. Unfortunately for you, much of my value lies in my ability to teach a slave not to fight. We aren’t going to have many more wrestling matches.” Clamping his hands over her cheeks, he forced her to look at him. “I do hope you’ll protest. It makes my work much more interesting. Also, I have to earn my salary.”
Her heart hammered, and she couldn’t catch her breath. Despite her fear, she sensed he wanted her to fight. Determined not to give him what he wanted, she forced herself to relax. At first he looked puzzled and angry, then he nodded.
“You aren’t going to win this battle, slave. Or any of the others we’ll have during our time together. But I hope to hell you’ll try.”
Smiling, he leaned so close his features went out of focus. She knew he was going to kiss her before his lips smashed against hers. Past self-restraint, she fought.
“That’s right. That’s right.” His hot and strangely pleasant breath washed over her face. “Give me a run for my money.”
His lips again crushed hers. Her useless fingers dug into her palms and her lower body twisted about. No matter what she did or didn’t do, Damek continued to kiss her. Their mouths were closed, the contact brutal. Then, shocking her with his speed, he caught her lower lip between his teeth and bit down.
Filled with pain, she fought.
He held on.
Chapter Six
If Damek didn’t take pride in his work, he might have bitten the captive until he drew blood. However, much as he loved the feel of her struggling under him, he knew better than to scar her. As a result, she’d only have a bruised lower lip to remember their tussle by—for today.
Knowing better than to give her time to get used to what he’d done to her hands, he hauled her to her feet. No longer having to use the neck leash was a bit of an inconvenience, but he adapted by holding onto her hair as he dragged her out of the main room. He kept his hand down by his side so she had to walk bent over. Her breasts dangled, and his cock responded.
As he left what was essentially a gathering and show-off room and headed toward the back of the house, he listened. He didn’t hear any screaming, but that didn’t mean the other teams weren’t at work. The slaves-in-training might be gagged or undergoing some behavior modification that didn’t call for the infliction of pain. That was a shame because he wanted this subject to get a clear impression of what took place here.
He walked down the long, dark hall that lead to where he intended to park her until Reno was done dealing with her belongings and checking in with management.
Much as he was tempted to see how she was reacting to her new surroundings, he didn’t. One benefit of a superior IQ meant he often knew what other people were thinking. He’d have more than enough time to study her. There was no reason to make her think he gave a damn.
Reaching the end of the hall, he paused as if making up his mind which direction to go. In truth, he’d already decided on her initial residence. He abruptly turned left, jerking her along. His fingers were starting to cramp from holding onto her hair, but fortunately he was nearing his destination. After a few more stumbling steps on her part, he stopped, causing her head to collide with his side.
“Damn clumsy bitch!” Tempted as he was to force her onto her knees, he didn’t. With his free hand, he triggered a sliding cage door. It opened with a series of creaks and groans. Loving his job, he released her hair, grabbed her useless arms, and shoved her ahead of him into what for all intents and purposes was a dog kennel. It was seven feet high and sported a chain with an open metal collar that dangled from the upmost bars. If she had use of her arms, which he didn’t intend to grant her, she could touch all four sides. The floor was cement with a half dozen metal rings imbedded in it. There was no furniture.
Seeing no reason not to let her wrap her mind around where she’d be staying for a while, he planted himself in the doorway and folded his arms. After looking around, she backed away from him until her buttocks pressed against one of the barred walls.
“Not the Ritz,” he said unnecessarily, “but you can’t complain about the view.”
The cages—there were three out here—were separate from the main house by a few feet. By evening it would be damn cold out here. Even now shade from the encroaching forest meant no sunlight reached her.
“Why are you doing this?” The way she reared back and shook her head, he guessed she realized she’d sounded like a frightened child. “I don’t have any money.”
“Not true, not true.” He rather liked carrying on a conversation with her. After all, it might be their only one for a while. “Carnal’s investigation revealed you have nearly two hundred dollars in your checking account.”
Her mouth gaped. “You…”
“That isn’t all we know about you. Too bad you didn’t marry what’s his name, the electrician. We wouldn’t have selected you if you had, too much risk. Your being a loner worked to our advantage, and against you.”
She swallowed. “Selected?”
“To fulfill the requirements of a man determined to do things to a woman that much of society frowns on.” Tired of explaining what was second nature to him, he started toward her. She sucked in a breath but had nowhere to go. “You’re going to be trained to meet your master’s every need. Your body will become his playground.”
“No. God damn it, no!”
She really was beautiful, not one of those polished and painted creatures with too much time and money to spend on themselves but sleek and graceful like a deer. He admired brave, athletic women. From what he’d seen and knew of her, she was both of those things. However, the longer he was in the kennel with her, the stronger his sense of responsibility became. He’d been hired to transform her into a compliant creature, and that’s what he’d do, starting now.
Reaching up, he unhook
ed the collar from the chain. When he placed the leather around her neck, she tried to break free, prompting him to lean into her and trap her between his body and the cage. Sliding the collar next to her rope necklace, he snapped the restraint into place. Again taking hold of her hair, he pulled her under the chain and hooked her up good and proper.
He’d just stepped back to admire his handiwork when his cell phone rang. “Yes, she’s all tucked in,” he told Reno. “I decided on the kennels because she likes being out-of-doors.”
The chain had enough slack that she could walk about a bit, maybe get a little more exercise, not that she wouldn’t soon get more in shape.
“I don’t want you doing anything before I join you,” Reno said. “Jones is busy which means I haven’t reported on the capture. It could be another half hour.”
Reno wasn’t lead in this particular behavior modification project. If Damek wanted to get going on the broad, he would.
“Did you hear me?” Reno demanded.
“I heard. You’re saying no playing with the toy until you’re part of the fun.”
The toy—what was her name anyway?—looked thunderstruck. Determined to unhinge her mind even more than it was, he continued. “I’ve been thinking about our pre-capture conversation,” he told Reno. “There are indeed arguments both for and against the effectiveness of unrelenting pain. I suggest we judge and record her response while subjecting her to various levels of discomfort. That way we can modify our plan to meet her unique sensibilities.”
“Do you have to sound like some college prof?” Reno demanded. “We beat her same as I’ve done since I got into this business.”
Studying her, Damek wasn’t sure what she was thinking. “Of course we’ll beat her. Punishment’s effectiveness is a given. Sex slave training 101. I’m just saying we don’t have to limit ourselves to a switch applied to the breasts and a paddle to the ass.”
“It’s always worked for me.”
“What do you have against variety? Familiarity breeds boredom.”
“What we do bores you?”
“Of course not.” He leered at the trembling captive. “I’ve never had a job that gives me greater satisfaction. I take pride in a job well done, especially one that allows me to repeatedly shove my cock in unwilling holes.”
She whimpered, the first time he’d heard something approaching surrender from her. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that, a little disappointed because where was the challenge if she gave up and rolled over?
“I’ll tell you what,” he said to Reno but for her benefit. “Other than making some adjustments to her restraints and getting rid of that ridiculous bra, I won’t touch her.”
If he expected the subject to relax, he was mistaken, but then that was the last thing he wanted from her.
“One more thing, I’ve removed her gag. Would you like to hear her scream?”
“Not unless I can see.”
“Whatever.” No longer interested in the conversation, he hung up. She’d gone a little pale at the word scream and was looking frantically around, straining against the overhead chain as she did.
“A temporary reprieve,” he informed her. “Hmm. Regarding the adjustments I was talking about, what do I want to do?”
“This doesn’t have to happen. Let me go, please. I don’t know where I am or who you are. You’re safe. I can’t identify you.”
“Of course I’m safe. You’re the one who needs to be worried about that.” He left her long enough to go into the nearby equipment room where an assortment of bondage supplies, whips, dildos, and other necessities were stored. He selected a pair of wide metal handcuffs and a matching set of ankle restraints.
She was, of course, where he’d left her.
“This is not a discussion, not a dialogue,” he informed her. “I’m not interested in explaining things and won’t condone questions and complaints, do you understand?”
She started to open her mouth, then nodded. He’d kept his hands behind him so she couldn’t see what he had. Stepping up to her, he dropped the ankle bracelets to the cement. They made a satisfying clanking sound. Taking advantage of her obvious dread, he snapped a wide, heavy cuff around her slim wrist. She bent her head trying to see what he’d done, but with her hands tucked under her chin, she didn’t get far. He let the handcuff dangle while he removed the rope from her neck. She started to lower her arms only to stop and stare as he freed her wrists. That done, he forced her arms behind her and closed the metal around her other wrist.
“There. A little variety.” He ran his hands from her shoulders to her fingers. After getting rid of the rope still around her wrists, he lifted her hands until she was bent over. “Having your hands under your boobs, especially with a log complicating matters, must have gotten tiresome. I realize you’d prefer not to have any restraint, but it’s quite possible those days are behind you.”
Leaving her to mull that over, he knelt and secured her ankles with metal instead of rope. He thought she might make the mistake of trying to resist, but apparently she’d been tethered long enough for the message to have sunk in. Deciding he might as well get her barefoot, he pulled off her shoes and socks.
Smiling in anticipation, he ran a hand up the inside of her leg. She gasped and hobbled back a few ineffective inches. He waited until she gave up, then continued his journey.
“Don’t, damn it, don’t!” she hissed.
What was that? Profanity? Time to teach her where she stood in the great order of things. Sliding his hand under the silly shorts, he worked his way past her panties until his fingers encountered pubic hair.
“Disgusting.” He made his point by grabbing a few hairs and yanking. “A thick bush is one thing I will not allow.”
He yanked again. She’d gotten through the first pull without complaining. Now her breath hissed, and she again tried to put distance between them. Good thing her legs were hobbled, otherwise undoubtedly she’d try to kick him.
Hair in part of the female body that should remain exposed and available had long turned his stomach. Between that and the growing discomfort in his knees, he easily convinced himself to let go. He used her body to haul himself up.
Grasping her jaw, he forced her to look at him. “Here’s a piece of information for you, slave. Your pussy has become your most valuable asset. Your master expects it to be in pristine condition at all times. Of course, his opinion of what constitutes pristine may differ from mine, but no way will he want a shaggy cunt.”
Lecture given, he let her go. She lifted one leg and then the other as far as she could but didn’t try to put distance between them. Good. She was beginning to understand. One more thing in her favor, she wasn’t a beggar.
Smiling the smile that more than one sex slave had called cold, he reached in his back pocket and drew out his pen knife. She stared at it the way a caged bird stares at a cat.
One, two, three slashes and her bra fell to the floor.
“I guess that’s that,” Damek said. “Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be back.”
Chapter Seven
The evergreens beyond Shari’s reach were vibrant, proof they received an abundance of rain. Thinking about that, trying to anyway, she wondered if she was in the northwest where forest covered much of the land near the ocean. She could be anywhere in this nameless, dark, and cooling forest. Even if she managed to get free, she might never find her way out.
Against her will, she looked down. Because she sometimes ran barefoot, the bottoms of her feet were pretty tough, but she had no illusions about her ability to walk through the wilderness without shoes. He’d done that on purpose, just as he’d ruined her bra.
She still had shorts on, not that they were any defense against what the men had planned for her.
No! Don’t go there. She couldn’t stop shivering.
Despite her attempts not to, her mind kept falling into bottomless pits. She didn’t know how long she’d been in the kennel. Occasional bird sounds were a godsend and briefly
distracted her from her full bladder. Did they expect her to hold it forever? Maybe they didn’t care.
The more she thought about needing to urinate, the worse the pressure became, but she was a grown woman. She didn’t wet herself.
There were three kennels. The other two were empty except for an assortment of restraints. She’d seen something like this during news coverage of a dog fighting operation. The difference between what had been on TV and her reality was that the kennels here were designed to hold humans.
Women.
Sex slaves.
Muffled sounds coming from the forest caught her attention. Concentrating, she concluded that several people were coming her way. Embarrassed about her near naked state, she vacillated between calling for help and waiting. Caution and dread won.
Three figures came into view. They were walking single file along a narrow path she’d taken for a deer trail except would deer come this close to what might be the only manmade structure for miles around? The first, a man, was so large she didn’t have a clear view of whoever was behind him.
Dread growing, she stared. Now that he was maybe a hundred feet away she realized he had hold of a long, thick pole. The other end—oh God!—was attached to a naked woman’s throat via a collar. Swaying, Shari forced herself not to turn away.
No wonder the big breasted woman wasn’t trying to break free. With her wrists and elbows encased in leather straps behind her, she was hard-pressed just to put one foot in front of another. A second man walked behind the captive, rhythmically striking her buttocks with a slim switch. Every time a blow landed, the woman shuddered. Her long, dirty blond hair covered much of her face, not that Shari wanted to see her expression.
The trio stopped near her kennel, and the lead man used the pole to turn the woman toward Shari. After a moment, the poor prisoner lifted her head a little. Someone had shoved a piece of what appeared to be doweling against the sides of her mouth. Straps kept the gag in place. A bit. She’s wearing a bit like a horse.