by Vonna Harper
The question of why they were doing this echoed through her splintering mind, but she already knew. Because they could. Because they got off on treating her like an object. A sexual object.
When Damek again raked the blade over her thigh, she stared at the ceiling and the restraints that had reduced her to an object for her captors to play with. At first the icy water on her abused skin had been more painful than the whipping itself, but after a while she’d gone numb. She’d nearly made the mistake of letting the men know, but if she had, they would have reached her somehow, probably by beating her again. Feeling a small measure of victory, she’d continued her helpless dance the whole time she was in the shower. Let them believe she was utterly powerless. Only she knew the truth.
Much as she wanted to close her eyes, she didn’t dare. At least they couldn’t stop her thoughts, her memories.
She’d rented the rural guest house, not just because it was the size and configuration she’d been looking for, but because a large window overlooked several acres. No matter what the weather, she felt connected to her surroundings. The spring day now blooming in her mind wasn’t particularly warm, but there’d been enough heat recently that plants and trees were sending up new growth. Pale green leaves brightened tree branches.
Damek squirted foam over her pubic area and spread it out with his gloved hand. She clenched her sex muscles, causing the men to laugh. As the blade began its job, she again left her body. The day in her mind became perfect. The temperature was in the mid-seventies, and there was a light breeze. She’d returned from her run and was planting some plants she’d picked up at the nursery. Dirt was under her nails. When she leaned close to her handiwork, she caught the clean smell of violets. Buds on the rose bushes she’d planted last year were swelling. Before long she’d cut some flowers and bring them inside.
Maybe she’d leave the roses to grow, capture the vibrant reds, lavenders, and yellows in a painting. Add a bee or insect as whimsy.
“I’m not sure what I make of this,” Damek said as he continued the relentless denuding. “Gotta hand it to her for being able to keep so still, but I prefer more resistance.”
“Me too.”
Was she mistaken or was that male breath on her thigh? Despite her resolve to lose herself in the beautiful world beyond this hell, she needed to see where the men were.
Reno grinned. “Well, there you are. Thought you might be taking a vacation.”
“I’m making progress,” Damek informed her. “For the record, this is going to be a regular ritual. As for whether you’ll be strung up every time, well we haven’t decided.”
Moving to her side, Reno planted his hand over her stomach and pushed down. “There are a handful of rewards for being a good little bitch. More to the point, it’ll take less effort on our parts if you spread your legs and take your shaving like an obedient slave should.”
Damek closed his fingers around a sex lip and pulled it taut. Horrified, she held her breath.
“That got her attention,” Reno said. “I wonder what it’ll take to get her begging us for a little attention there. You done?”
“Not yet.” After a pinch that brought tears to her eyes, Damek let go. “But what do you care?”
“Just asking.”
“Hold on, cunt.” The blade touched where he’d pinched. “I believe in doing a thorough job.”
Wasn’t she already clean-shaven down there? Did he really have to go after every last hair, scare her so? Reno was tickling her belly, making staying still even harder. In some regards she was thankful for the multitude of restraints.
The too-sharp blade glided over her labia. With every intimate touch, she felt as if she was losing more than just hair. Herself maybe. Damek might be repulsed by what he called her bush, but he obviously had no objection to assuming responsibility for getting rid of it. The bastard enjoyed his work, loved the awful intimacy.
“There.” Damek slapped her between the legs. Caught off guard, she gasped and surged against her restraints.
“Ah, that’s what I wanted to see.” Was Damek talking to her? If so, she was damned if she’d acknowledge his comment. Mentally cursing her loss of self-control, she vowed not to let it happen again.
“There’s her clit,” Reno exclaimed. “You finally got it to come out of hiding. Not a bad size. You done?”
“I believe so. I’ll wash her off, then we’ll know for sure.”
Please, no more freezing water, anything but that!
To her surprise, Damek gently wiped the remaining foam off her sex with a warm, damp washcloth while Reno teased her belly. Afraid of what was coming next, she held her breath. If only she could mentally go back to spring planting.
“Much, much better.” Damek again slapped her pussy. “And it’s a lovely cunt. Those lips of hers are just begging for decoration.”
Reno scratched her stomach, then joined Damek between her splayed legs. “You’re right. It’d be a damn shame to ignore them.” As she died a thousand deaths, he pushed her labia around. “And that’s not all.” Chuckling, he ground his finger against her clit. Oh God, good! Shocked at her heated response, she clenched her teeth and stared at the ceiling.
“This poor little nub’s been ignored long enough,” Reno announced. “It can hardly wait to get its due.”
Chapter Nine
Shari and her torturers were in a pace that took her back to the worst nightmares of her childhood when there’d been no escaping her stepfather’s anger. After freeing her from the table, they’d refastened her hands behind her and led her down a dark set of stairs to this—this what? What illumination there was came from several low-wattage lights fastened to stone walls. The air smelled of unwashed bodies, urine, and fear.
A dungeon. Either that or a madman’s idea of jail cells.
They’d stopped in a common area with several straight-backed chairs, what looked like a large sawhorse, a pillar with chains attacked to it. A half dozen small cells with thick bars flanked the open area. No one was in them but thin blankets on the narrow cots told her that several people—probably other women like herself—had been in there. Staring at the dismal enclosures, it took all she had not to vomit.
While Reno ran his fingers over the marks left on her breasts by the leather strap, Damek walked over to a metal cabinet, opened the door, and brought out something in a cloth bag.
“Good choice,” Reno said. “However, I assume you don’t intend to keep them in her long.” He ran his hand under his shorts’ elastic waistband. “This is what belongs in those holes.”
Please, no!
“The timing of this part of her indoctrination is inexact, surely you know that.”
“Indoctrination? We’re turning her into a whore, a hungry sex slave.”
Shari’s stomach rumbled, distracting her from the hideous words she’d just heard. She didn’t think she was hungry. However, she was thirsty. Hoping they wouldn’t notice, she worked saliva into her mouth. The worst of her thirst taken care of at least for now, she reluctantly acknowledged her just-denuded sexual organs. Women really did this willingly? Her captors could see everything.
She felt less than human.
“A whore spreads her legs for money.” Damek again sounded like a teacher. “This slut will learn to spread hers to keep from being hurt. And because she hopes to get a little pleasure out of the deal. Otherwise, there isn’t much point to being alive, not that she can do anything about it.”
Don’t say that!
Walking over to her, Damek all but shoved the bag in her face. She tried to turn away only to have him grab her neck chain and yank her head down. “For the record, I want to commend you on your ability to keep your mouth shut. The rest of your miserable body, unfortunately for you and fortunately for us, needs a hell of a lot of work.”
“She screamed in the shower and when I was giving her her first lesson in pain,” Reno pointed out. Closing his thumbs and forefingers over her nipples, he helped keep her bent over
. “She’ll do it again.”
“True.” Damek tugged her even lower. “At least she hasn’t been asking the damn questions so many of them do.”
“But she eventually will, unless we make sure she can’t.”
“That something you want to do now?” Damek asked.
“Seems like the thing to do. Adds to the sensation overload.”
She could be a dog for all the credit they were giving her mind. She had no choice but to whatever they wanted her to, but they also spoke as if her opinion didn’t matter—because to them it didn’t.
“What if you keep her company while I get what we need to keep her quiet,” Reno said. “Then we can get to the fun stuff.”
“Pleasurable for her,” Damek corrected. “Not quite the same for us.”
“Yet.”
A sense of relief trickled over Shari at the thought that Reno was about to free her nipples. Instead, he rolled them about. As when he’d manhandled her clit, sexual awareness ran through her. “Tell me something, slave. Do you like having big knockers?”
She swallowed trying to moisten her throat enough to respond—and to master her body’s unwilling response. “I—I don’t think much about them.”
“The hell you don’t. All women want huge knockers. I bet you display them all the time with push-up bras and low cut tops, anything to get men hot and bothered.”
“No, I don’t.” Should she say more? Had she been given permission to admit what she had?
“Why should I believe you?” He pulled her breasts together, then drew them apart, hurting her. Despite her vow not to let him know, she stamped her foot.
“I’m a runner,” she got out around the pain. “They—they make running difficult.”
“Difficult for you, handy for me.”
Reno had let go of her breasts and shoved her upright almost before she knew what was happening. Sobbing in relief, she stared at her red and swollen nipples. Was this to be her existence, pain heaped on her simply because the bastards could get away with it?
Her question went unanswered while Reno walked over to the cupboard. Damek’s hold on her neck chain was casual as if he couldn’t be bothered with her. She was in a windowless dungeon with her hands cuffed behind her. Naked and beaten. Shaved. Waiting to see what was in the bag.
The wooden doweling and leather Reno brought out horrified her. That’s what the woman she’d seen earlier had been wearing. Her legs ached with the useless need to kick him.
When he pressed the wood against her lips, she clenched her teeth and lifted her head, jerking it to the side at the same time. Damek put an end to that by yanking her head down.
“These wild fillies always fight their first bridle,” Damek observed as Reno forced the wood between her teeth. The rope they’d initially gaged her with had kept her mouth open, but this was worse. When Reno secured the straps over and around her head, she felt utterly trapped.
“Damn,” Damek exclaimed.
“What?” Reno asked.
“I forgot to take pictures when we were in the shower.”
“There’s always tomorrow and the days after.”
“Hold her. I don’t intend to lose this opportunity.”
Was this some kind of reprieve? She’d spend time in this sub terrain tomb being photographed in different poses? Maybe if she smiled—like hell!
Reno backed away now, holding up the neck lead so she had no choice but to tilt her head. She vowed not to close the distance between them—unless she had no choice.
“Bring her closer to the light,” Damek said after taking several pictures. “I want to make sure her poor bruised breasts show.”
“What about the whip marks? They’re damn good if I say so myself.”
Overwhelmed by everything that was happening, she hadn’t thought about her flesh for several minutes. Now that she did, she realized the pain had faded to something manageable. Her body was still marked but it could be so much worse.
Might become worse.
Hauling her over to the nearest wall light, Reno directed her to turn to the left and then the right as Damek ran off more shots. She had no choice but to acknowledge that they’d probably show up at some members-only Internet site. Whoever had passed scrutiny and paid to belong could and would leer at her. Doubtlessly, voyeurs and sadists were among the membership but even more unsettling, the site had to be popular with those who believed they had a right to own another human being.
Owned. Someone had paid for her.
“Good,” Damek said at length. “That’s enough for the feed-in to what’s next on the agenda.” He jerked his head at the cloth bag Reno still held.
“What if you document me getting her into position,” Reno suggested. “Then once we have her tied down, you can pick it up again while I plug her holes.”
“No,” she garbled into the wooden bit. “No!”
Reno laughed. “You hear anything? Must be the wind blowing.”
“There’s no wind down here, but the hinges need oiling. It’s probably them squeaking.”
“Could be.”
“Time to get this show rolling, meat.” Reno pulled her over to the oversized sawhorse. It was made of metal and attached to the floor. The horizontal part was rounded and thinly padded. She’d just comprehended its purpose when he pushed her belly against the top and forced her forward. Frightened anew, she struggled to straighten.
“Not going to happen, meat.”
The collar tightened so she couldn’t lift her head. Sobbing into the bit, she faced the horrible reality that Reno had hooked the neck chain to something on the floor.
“You know,” Damek said, “I don’t believe you’re going to need help finishing this part of the process. If you don’t mind, I’ll just observe.”
Reno ran his hand over her straining spine. “I don’t mind, and you know it. Something else, underneath all that so-called refinement, you’re as much a bastard as I am.”
Damek’s laugh chilled her.
Maybe she should try to determine where Damek was but with Reno’s hand heading toward her ass, she couldn’t put her mind to anything else. Any moment now he’d start spanking her. At the last instant she realized he wasn’t interested in punishing her after all, at least not the way he’d done before. His fingers slipped between her buttocks. Panicked, she tried to wrench herself off the damnable sawhorse.
“Pull her cheeks apart,” Damek ordered. “I want a close-up of the goodies.”
Don’t do this to me, please!
Digging his nails into her buttocks, Reno opened her up to the camera. Knowing her captors were staring at that intimate part of her body was more than she could handle! Cursing into the gag, she twisted her hips about as best she could.
“Hang on doggie,” Reno exclaimed. His nails dug deeper into her flesh. “I’ve got myself a rank filly here. You’d think the whipping would have tamed her a bit.”
“Guess you’ll have to give her another lesson.”
“Guess I will.”
He wants to hurt me. I’ve just given him an excuse to.
To her relief and horror, Reno let go of her buttocks. She waited, fighting to get enough air into her lungs. Terror was making her stupid, but she couldn’t do anything about it. Instead of slashing her as she expected, Reno—she guessed it was him—forced her legs apart and secured her ankles to something on the floor same as they’d done to her neck. Why had she fought when she’d known she couldn’t win?
But this was her body, at least it had been before today.
Her useless arms were against her back, her legs tethered so far apart she once more felt as if she was doing the splits. With her head held down, she couldn’t see what the men were doing. Despite unrelenting waves of fear, she forced herself to face certain facts. The way she was displayed, she was utterly rapeable.
I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be bad. Please let me up! I’ll do everything you want me to.
No, she couldn’t! Besides, nothing she did o
r said would make any difference.
“Before we introduce her to Carnal’s brand of pleasure,” Damek said, “I suggest we explore what you’ve exposed.”
Reno chuckled. “Duh. We’ve been working damn hard, time to reward ourselves. How do we decide who goes first?”
They’re going to rape me.
“I’m a gentleman. Besides, recording your methods is almost as pleasurable for me as what I’m certain you’re about to experience.”
To her surprise, Reno didn’t shove his cock up her vagina. The instant he touched her anal opening, her shaking doubled. Sounds without meaning erupted from her.
“Hmm,” Reno said, “I don’t believe she approves.”
“I believe you’re right. What do you think we should do about it?”
Sighing dramatically, Reno increased the pressure against her bung hole. If only she could convince herself this wasn’t happening! “I could force the issue, but doing so runs the risk of damaging this particular entrance.”
“Is her cunt hole dry?”
“Let me check.”
In the wake of her dread of a few seconds ago, she was almost grateful when he slipped his finger into her sex opening. His rough strength against her dry inner flesh hurt.
“You don’t need to tell me anything,” Damek said. “Her body language is all I need. And like you said, we don’t want to damage her valuable parts.”
Nothing mattered more than Reno removing his finger, but she had no say in what was happening. To her surprise, the longer the invasion continued, the more she managed to relax. She’d never enjoy this, never! But it wasn’t as if she was a virgin. She’d had both cocks and fingers inside her. Besides, his finger was far better than his whip, a reminded of pleasure.
“I could be wrong,” Reno said and worked deeper into her, “but she appears to be getting damp. What is it, slave? Getting used to the idea of what your future’s about?”
“Either that or beneath that sexy little exterior, she’s a slut.” Grabbing her hair, Damek tried to lift her head. “What’s the story? You a nympho?”
“No, never,” she drooled more than spoke.