Carnal Captive

by Vonna Harper

  “Welcome to hell.” The switch-wielding man pointed it at Shari. “You’re going to hate it here.” Laughing, he struck his captive’s buttocks again. She grunted behind her gag as the other man jerked on the pole. Seconds later, they reached the farthest kennel and kept going.

  Helpless terror slammed into Shari. Before she could try to stop herself, urine ran down her inner thighs. In the aftermath of her accident, she took scant comfort from telling herself that neither Damek or Reno would want to touch her there now.

  “Well, what do you know, there’s the little filly.”

  Reno? Shaking, she stared in the direction the voice had come from. The neck chain had enough slack in it that she could have touched the kennel’s sides if she’d had use of her arms. The collar was unnecessary. After all, the kennel door was locked and she could barely walk.

  That didn’t matter. Only knowing how easily they could get their hands on her did.

  Damek was with Reno. The men had changed from sweats to shorts and had stripped off their shirts. Their bare chests were too broad, the muscles too well defined. Reno carried three whips while Damek had a gag identical to the one the woman had worn. After putting a key in the lock, they stepped into the kennel with her.

  “I don’t understand! Oh please, I didn’t—just let me go!”

  Glowering, Damek held a finger to his mouth. “What did I tell you about speaking, slave?”

  She couldn’t remember anything.

  Stepping ahead of Damek, Reno slapped the top of her right breast. “I’m certain my partner told you a slave doesn’t speak unless she’s given permission. No whining and no begging. That’s disgusting.” He slapped her again, forcing her to clench her jaws to keep from crying out.

  “You think that’s disgusting,” Damek observed. “You should see her bush. Fur everywhere.”

  She didn’t have that much pubic hair. More to the point, she’d never considered getting rid of what nature had designed.

  “What makes me sick,” Reno said, “is that the slave has wet herself.”

  Nose wrinkling, Damek stepped back. “I swear I’m never going to get accustomed to certain bodily functions. No way am I starting on her until she’s cleaned up. And we might as well sheer her while we’re at it.”

  Reno muttered something she knew she wouldn’t want to hear. Then: “Your point is taken. However, first a moment’s pleasure. There’s a lot to be said for a subject getting a hint of what’s ahead of her.”

  “Yes indeed, there is.”

  Damek put her in mind of a Doberman, a sleek and watchful dog. In contrast, Reno was a wolf mix, unpredictable, a carnivore. Or was she right? Hating the comparison and question, she stared as Damek exited the kennel. Reno studied the distance between them, then stepped to his left. He fingered each whip before dropping two of them. That left him with a multi-fingered leather lash.

  She barely saw the blow coming, had no way of escaping it. The strands struck her midriff. Shrieking, she wrenched to the left, hampered by her hobbled ankles. “Clumsy bitch,” Reno said as he whipped her buttocks. Pain exploded. Desperate to keep an eye on him, she hopped back around toward him. The third blow landed on her right breast. Beyond comprehending, she stared at her wounded flesh.

  “Please, please no!”

  “We can’t get the bit in her mouth soon enough.” Cocking his arm, Reno struck her left breast. “Listen to me, slave. You scream when I say you can. Otherwise, you stay the hell quiet.”

  Beyond questioning the insanity of what she was doing, she fought her hobbles and overhead chain. Laughing, he followed her, repeatedly whipping her throbbing breasts.

  This wasn’t happening, and yet it was. A man was beating her. Relentlessly. Endlessly. Searing her everywhere. She didn’t know why, didn’t dare ask, somehow had to keep from screaming because if she did he might whip her to death.

  She didn’t realize it at first, but he was herding her in clockwise circles. The chain running up from her collar twisted tighter and tighter until she was forced onto her toes. Feeling stupid and even more trapped, she tried reversing direction. A blow approximately every two seconds measured her progress. Her breasts were on fire, her back felt flayed, and her legs—was he reserving the cruelest blows for them?

  Hissing and wheezing, she uselessly fought her world. Sweat ran off her. Her shorts clung to her, the crotch fabric bunching against her sex. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted Damek through a red film. Earlier he’d looked at her as if she wasn’t human. Now a dark light had transformed his gaze. He wasn’t just a bystander. Seeing her being whipped turned him on.

  Defeated and exhausted, she stopped trying to get away. Her entire body shook. She had no idea where she did or didn’t hurt. Maybe the whip had lit fires everywhere. She tried to hold her head up, but it was so heavy. Besides, she was afraid to look into their eyes again.

  “Lesson one, slave.” Turning the whip around, Reno jammed the handle into the space between her abused breasts. “I’d tell you it wasn’t so bad but we both know that’s a lie.” The pressure increased until she had no choice but to shuffle back. She’d tugged on her wrist restraints the whole time she was being beaten and knew she couldn’t free herself. Why then was she still trying?

  Maybe because that was the only thing she could do.

  “Let me spell it out.” Reno spoke slowly as if trying to make his point with someone he considered stupid. “I beat you for two reasons. The first is so you’ll understand who is in charge. The second is because I get off on this particular chore.” Stepping back, he cocked his arm and slashed both breasts at once. The awful pain knocked her off balance. She was choking by the time she got her feet back under her.

  “There’s another aspect to pain,” Damek said. Despite how wrecked she felt, she knew she had to listen. “It serves as a connection to another sensation, a much more pleasurable one. Unfortunately, you aren’t ready to experience that yet.”

  She didn’t know when Damek had joined his fellow torturer, but it didn’t matter. Only an end to pain did. That and trying to comprehend why this was happening.

  “Damn but you stink.” Grabbing her chin, Damek glared at her.

  “It won’t be the last time,” Reno said.

  Reno could use a drink. Granted it wasn’t yet cocktail hour, and he never indulged in the middle of a training session, but the early days of working with a new slave were intense. A little whiskey would make things even more pleasurable.

  The slave had obviously learned her first lesson as witness by how easily they’d led her into the cleaning area. He’d debated removing the hobbles, but Damek had traded rope for metal, ergo Damek got to decide how long the restraints stayed in place.

  Well, up to a point. Once they’d shaved off that scraggly mess, they’d want easy access to what made her valuable.

  At the thought, his cock twitched. Down boy, you’ll get your turn, he told it. So will my partner.

  The slave-to-be did look good in chains he decided as Damek led her to the open shower. The heavy bracelets and anklets were overkill, but the effect was well worth the effort. She looked so what, imprisoned? Yes, imprisoned. She had a modified farmer’s tan in that her face, arms, and legs were tanned while those lovely breasts were pale, or rather they’d been before he’d gone after her. Proof of his handiwork marred every inch of exposed skin. He anticipated making sure she looked like that everywhere.

  Damek fastened her neck chain to a handy overhead ring. “Well, what do you think, slave?” he asked the still trembling creature. “Looking forward to getting clean are you?” He didn’t wait for the answer she’d be wise not to give but held up a key and jerked his head at her feet.

  “I approve,” Reno said. He’d brought the whips with him, but that still left one hand free to cup himself.

  Kneeling, Damek unlocked one end of the hobbles. Metal still wrapped her ankles and she had to be careful she didn’t step on the chain, but for the first time since they’d taken her
down, she could stand with her legs apart. He wasn’t surprised when she didn’t widen her stance. She was trying to protect her pussy.

  Not that it would do her any good.

  Standing, Damek yanked down on her shorts and panties. She gasped and tried to reach for her clothing, but the cuffs keeping her hands behind her made that impossible.

  “Step out of those degusting rags, slut,” Damek ordered. “Because you peed on them, you’ve lost the right to wear them—or anything.”

  She stood flat-footed, shaking like the proverbial leaf.

  “You really don’t want to play stubborn.” Reno held up the trainers to reinforce what he was saying.

  Head drooping, she obediently lifted one foot and then the other.

  “Bye-bye clothes.” Maneuvering the nasty clothes with the switch, he pushed them over the ankle restraints.

  “Hmm,” Damek said. “Now that I have a good look at her bush I’m thinking it isn’t as bad as I initially thought.”

  “But we’re still getting rid of it.” The words must have penetrated her haze because she stared at him with wild, desperate eyes. Damn but moments like this counted as the job’s best perks.

  “Anything you want to say?” he asked her. “Questions maybe.”

  “I—no.”

  Because she was too scared and overwhelmed. Rapid progress would be made as long as they kept her that way.

  He was in no hurry to get to what had to be done. For the first time since she’d been targeted to fulfill some oversized jock’s fantasy, he was seeing her naked. Her legs seemed to go on forever, and her thighs were tightly muscled thanks to all that running. Same with her buttocks. Unlike the rest of her which bore the whip’s kisses, her ass cheeks were untouched. His fingers twitched from a mix of wanting to remedy that and anticipating burying those fingers inside her hole.

  All three of them.

  “Sweet,” he said.

  “Prime,” Damek added. “It doesn’t look as if you broke her flesh anywhere. I don’t see how you can do that.”

  “Practice. But don’t worry, slut. Next time I’ll get serious.”

  Her mouth flopped open like a fish’s. Some masters liked to have their slaves’ nostrils and tongues pierced, but he did so only reluctantly. Ringed nipples and labia were another story—a lovely addition to an otherwise naked body.

  “Time to get going,” Damek said. “We’ll both work on her so it won’t take as long.”

  Reno nearly laughed at that. A shower could and often took as long as the trainers remained entertained. Whether the slave liked being sprayed down wasn’t a consideration.

  Before long they’d gag her again, but he loved getting the full effect of her reaction. Leaving her neck-tethered in the middle of the shower, he walked over to one of the detachable hoses. Damek did the same at another.

  “Heat or cold?” he asked.

  “Cold of course. It’s much more stimulating to the senses, overloading I should say.”

  Could Damek give a simple answer or did everything have to turn into some kind of assessment? Shaking off his irritation, he aimed the nozzle at the apprehensive trainee and turned it on full blast. She remained silent for nearly a half second as her body absorbed the assault. Then, gasping, she fought. She probably would have lost her footing and choked herself if she still wore the hobbles which would have been inconvenient since they’d have to stop and rescue the dumb bitch.

  This wasn’t their first rodeo. They he knew not to station themselves across from each other. Just the same, the slave was getting it from two directions. Every time she breathed, her belly all but disappeared while her nipples hardened into delightful knots. Damn, next time he’d clamp them first.

  “Dance, bitch!” He aimed his spray at her breasts. “Let’s see you dance.”

  After that first shriek, she stopped assaulting his eardrums, leaving him free to enjoy her gasps and sobs. He loved how she jerked about as if she was being electrocuted. Damek directed most of his spray at her head hair. When the sodden strands clung to her neck, he aimed lower. For the first time icy water reached her bush. Sobbing low and helpless, she tried to keep her legs together.

  “Let up,” Damek ordered at length. “I want to get this done.”

  Knowing what his partner had in mind, Reno reluctantly stopped. Suds started shooting from Damek’s nozzle, but Reno had no doubt the water was still cold. Damn but the slave could dance although dance didn’t adequately explain her frenzied movements. The harsh jet flattened and separated her pubic hair so it looked as if it had a part in it. Underneath, her flesh reddened.

  “Legs open, slave,” Damek commanded. “If you don’t, this is hitting your face.”

  Her emotional and physical battle was a beautiful thing to watch. With each second, Reno became more aroused. He’d graduated his last slave nearly two weeks ago. Because he seldom tried to wrap his mind around what it took to sustain a normal sexual relationship, he hadn’t fucked since turning a tall blonde over to her master. That would change.

  Soon.

  “Damn it,” Damek hissed. “You heard me. Spread those damn legs of yours.”

  Distracted from his hard-on, Reno noted his partner’s loosening hold on his temper. Maybe she’d caught the threatening note because she stopped trying to get away and did as Damek had commanded. Head turned to the side, back arched, and arms straining, she submitted.

  Suds ran down her inner thighs. More clung to the hair Damek had found so much fault with. Aroused all over again, Reno moved to the right. At first he was disappointed with what little he could see, then some of the suds slid off. Her sex lips were dark pink and prominent. Her clit was in there somewhere, but he’d find it.

  “How long you going to do that?” he asked. “The pee’s gone.”

  Damek didn’t respond, prompting Reno to study him. If anything the other trainer’s glare was more intense than when he’d started hosing her. Having seen that look on his share of men, Reno knew Damek was deep into feeling his power. Nothing could stop Damek. He was in control. The slave lived or died depending on his whim.

  Knowing what he had to do, Reno walked over to Damek and yanked the nozzle out of his hand. “Enough.”

  Damek reached for it, but Reno planted his bulk before him. “I’m serious. That’s enough.”

  Damek’s chest heaved. “Don’t you ever—“

  “I won’t allow the merchandise to be ruined, understand.”

  Seconds passed while Damek pulled in air. You’re right. Guess I got a little carried away making sure she was clean enough for our needs.”

  Okay, he could play that game, whatever it took to give Damek time to get himself under control. Leaving his partner to tamp down his temper, he turned off the water. Then he freed the slave from the overhead ring. Saying nothing, he led her sodden shaking mess out of the shower and into the examination room. She slowed as they entered it but didn’t make the mistake of resisting. Barely looking at her, he hauled her over to what for the most part was a gynecological table. There were a few differences. For one, the head was lower than the foot. For another, restraints had been placed at strategic locations.

  “Are you going to help me?” he asked Damek.

  Chapter Eight

  I have to fight, Shari thought as Reno unfastened her wrists and Damek held her in a sitting position on the table. She might have if she could stop shivering. Before she could get control over her freezing body, however, the men pushed her down. Two strong pairs of hands stretched her arms over her head and locked them in place. An ominous click reinforced what she already knew—her neck had been secured to the cold table.

  Reno grabbed the ankle with the dangling chain and drew out that leg while Damek did the same with the other. Inch by relentless inch, they forced her legs up and out. The tension increased until she half believed they were determined on tearing her apart. Finally, thankfully, they stopped tugging. Two more clicks told her they’d fastened her ankles to something. Lifting
her head an inch which was all the slack she had, she stared at her splayed and suspended legs.

  Despite her resolved, she sobbed helplessly as leather straps were wrapped tightly around her calves and thighs and the straps attached to overhead hooks. Another strap went around her waist. It was so tight it hampered her breathing and left her wedded to the table. When yet another strap flattened her breasts, she struggled to wrap her mind around the overkill.

  The men moved out of her line of vision. Not knowing what they were doing frightened her even more than being restrained with her pussy lewdly exposed. They were going to do something to her sex but what? She could almost handle getting shaved there, but if they intended to rape her—

  What was she thinking? Of course rape was part of this nightmare.

  “No, no, that isn’t necessary,” Damek said to Reno. “I appreciate your consideration, but I’m up to the task. In fact, boasting aside, I believe you’ll be impressed with my shaving skills.”

  Reno chuckled. “Sounds like boasting to me.”

  “I’m stating facts. As repulsed as I am by cunt hair, I realized early on that I needed to become an expert in its removal.”

  She was right. They were going to shave her down there, followed by…

  Stepping between her legs, Damek held up an old fashioned straight razor for her to see. His other hand held an aerosol shaving cream can. He wore latex gloves. Studying her face, he lightly ran the blade over her inner thigh.

  “A word of warning, slave,” he said. “I don’t need to point out that I’ll be working on an area of your body with many loose and soft parts. If you hold still, I might be able to complete my task without drawing blood. I can’t guarantee success because the foam will hamper my ability to see everything. If you’re unable to overcome certain instincts, you’ll pay the price.”

  Reno sighed. “What he’s saying is, fighting’s not going to get you anywhere.”