Carnal Captive

by Vonna Harper

  “Tight ass,” Master Bay announced. “Good resistance there.”

  “We’ve been working on opening it up a bit with plugs,” Damek explained. “Doing it right and without permanent damage takes time, but if you want us to double our efforts, we will.”

  Saying nothing, Master Bay pushed past her taut muscles. Little by unnerving little, his too-big finger entered her. Her handlers had done this of course, but they weren’t as big as her master. Oh God, what was his cock like?

  “I don’t think so,” he said when it felt as if her channel might explode and pain screamed through her. “I like tight ass muscles squeezing me.”

  “Ah,” Damek said, “a man of experience.”

  When her owner didn’t respond, she wondered if he believed his sexual practices were none of her handlers’ business. Maybe—and she hoped it was this—Master Bay preferred regular sex over the other.

  “I’m still trying to understand the nuances of the link between pain and pleasure,” he said with his finger plundering her ass hole. “I figure I’ve experienced more pain than most men. I can assure you there’s nothing pleasurable about it.”

  “I don’t imagine you enjoyed it,” Damek said, “but let me ask you something. How many times after a game did you select a woman—I have no doubt you had your pick—to spread her legs for you? Sex allowed you to temporarily dismiss your aches and pains, right?”

  Any other time and she would have laughed at the way Damek phrased things. However, she hadn’t laughed since a dart had stolen her ability to move.

  “You’re right. Unless I was getting x-rays or something, that’s the first thing I went looking for.”

  The men muttered what she took to be agreement. Knowing they didn’t care about her opinion didn’t concern her. In truth she didn’t know what did. Was she losing the battle because she no longer spent all her time trying to think of a way to get free?

  Maybe she’d already resigned herself to her fate.

  No! Somehow, some day she’d escape.

  But not today, she reluctantly acknowledged as her master forcefully plundered her ass. His hold on the reins no longer hurt, but the potential remained. His finger advanced and retreated, turned left and then right, bent inside her. Pain had died, replaced by restless anticipation. Her very soul craved pleasure. Doubtless, her now lifted head and swaying hips were giving her response away. Twice she’d come from a combination of ass play and a vibrator. Next, Damek had informed her this morning, was determining how her clit handled pain. He’d held up a steel-jawed clip to make his point.

  “Interesting,” Master Bay said. “So settling a vibrator in her pussy is responsible for how she’s acting now?”

  “To some extent, but it’s more involved than that.”

  Reno hadn’t said anything for so long she’d forgotten he was there. The younger handler was no-nonsense. If he wanted to secure her, he yanked her into position and snapped the restraints in place. In contrast, Damek kept her guessing until the last possible second.

  “If I wanted her to lose it, what’s the fastest way to get there?”

  The question mattered and yet it didn’t because she’d been taught how to relax her ass muscles. Master Bay’s finger no longer threatened to tear her apart. In fact, the thick invasion felt good, strong and rough. An extension of his cock.

  “Her clit,” Damek said. “That’s the on switch.”

  “As long as she’s been brought along first?” Master Bay asked.

  Her trainers laughed. “You’ve got it,” Reno said. “That’s quite a boner you have there. I can’t believe you don’t want to put it somewhere.”

  “Oh, I do.”

  She’d been wrong to trust him even the slightest bit. Of course he was as cruel and relentless as the others. But even as she reminded herself of that, his finger continued to comfort her. Maybe it was the warmth, maybe the totality of his mastery.

  “In fact,” he said, “that’s exactly what I’m going to do. Now.”

  Abandoning her bung hole, he reached between her legs and captured her aching clit. Squeezed.

  “Ah,” she moaned into the bit.

  “Doesn’t sound like she’s happy.”

  “Happy?” Damek snorted. “Believe me, that’s the last thing we give a damn about.”

  “Is that right?” The pressure increased, forcing a scream from her. “Not delighted are you?”

  Scared almost senseless, she shook her head.

  “Yeah, that’s the impression I got.” To her utter relief, he stopped assaulting her. Not giving her time to recover, he planted his cock between her labial lips, found her wet hole, and all but charged into it. Renewed stress against the sides of her mouth from the reins forced her to arch her neck.

  “Ride that little pony,” Reno exclaimed. “Yeah, ride her.”

  How Master Bay managed to keep the pressure on the reins steady while thrusting and flicking her clit she didn’t know. She couldn’t keep track of what was happening, lost the connection between her mind and body.

  Her owner worked her frighteningly sensitive button, relentlessly forcing her into a deep emotional and physical volcano. She longed to beg for mercy, either that or demand he throw her over the edge.

  The sounds of approaching footsteps didn’t penetrate until her master stopped thrusting. “What the hell?” he demanded.

  “Company,” a male voice said. “Don’t let us interrupt you.”

  When the newcomers were close enough for her to see, she realized another captive, accompanied by a single trainer, was being returned to her cell. Any other time she would have tried to identify who it was. Today she didn’t care.

  Wanted nothing except release.

  “Hold her right where she is,” Damek said. “Don’t let her come.”

  Placing the reins on her back, Master Bay started stroking her whipped thigh. His other hand cupped her nub. “Why not? I love the feel of climaxing pussy against my cock.”

  “She hasn’t earned it.”

  Afraid Master Bay would stop fucking her while the men discussed her unworthiness, she bit back a groan. Taking a chance, she tightened her vaginal muscles around the thick, hot invasion.

  “Damn that feels good!” He lightly raked her buttocks. “So your pussy’s talking to my cock, is it? Well, here’s the answer.”

  Just like that he switched from measured movement to a frenzy that nearly sent her sprawling. Leaning over her, he gripped her shoulders and hauled her back into place. This wasn’t happening! She loathed the very idea of being used, yet as he again slowed and came at her with long, easy thrusts, she fell in love with what he was doing.

  It didn’t matter that he was no longer interested in her clit. This man who believed he owned her body knew how to fuck. He was in excellent physical condition, but more than that, he seemed to understand her need to be part of their union.

  A barred door squeaked open letting her know the captive who’d been brought in was being forced into her cell, but that was happening to a stranger. Only Master Bay fucking her mattered.

  All though this nightmare week, she’d fought her sexual arousal. Now as powerful waves pummeled her, she screamed around the bit. Her inner muscles spasmed, slowed, spasmed again.

  “Yeth! Yeth!”

  “Holy shit, you hear that.”

  Master Bay grunted. Then, despite her powerless sobs, he pulled out and shot his load onto her buttocks.

  Chapter Fifteen

  “That’s up to you, of course,” Damek said. “The slave you saw earlier had her nipples pierced the second day she was here as per her master’s stipulation. Doing so early in the training process is a bit unusual, but he had to be out of the country for a while. He wanted to see it being done which I completely understand. It’s a signature moment.”

  Shari, Master Bay, and her handlers were in a room she hadn’t seen before. Any other time the large window and reddish hardwood floors would have interested her. Now, however, she just felt t
ired. And uncomfortable.

  In contrast to the three men who sat in leather chairs while sipping on drinks provided by a house slave, she stood on straining legs with her hands cuffed behind her. Reno had placed a silver hook with a rounded end in her pussy. The straight end was connected to a chain hanging the ceiling. She no longer wore the leg spreader bar, but what did it matter? The hook effectively kept her front and center before the men. A rag had been jammed into her mouth, kept there via tape wrapped around her head.

  She’d been turned into performance art.

  “What’s entailed in the piercing?” Master Bay hadn’t stopped studying her since they entered the room. “I trust you use sterilized needles.”

  “Of course. Infected nipples are counter-productive on many levels. A slave with a fever can’t fully participate in her training. Also, her breasts become so sensitive she violently resists having them touched.”

  Master Bay was considering having needles run through her nipples? What a fool she’d been to think he saw her as a human being. She longed to escape to her happy place, but if she did, she’d be ill-prepared for might happen before this hellish day was over.

  “That slave’s rings looked pretty substantial,” Master Bay said. “Can she remove them?”

  “Certainly not. The only way they leave her body is if they’re cut off. That’s why we encourage owners to think carefully before they make that decision. It’s laborious reversing the modification.”

  Laborious for the men, she acknowledged. Painful and demeaning for the women.

  “I like the look. Very erotic. Plus, they’re an easy handle for keeping her under control, right?”

  “Correct.” Reno chuckled. “I had one squeamish owner who didn’t want to see the needle going in, but he was an anomaly. After the others I’ve worked with have been front and center while it’s being done.”

  Don’t talk like that. Don’t give him any more ideas.

  Master Bay leaned forward, alarming her. After he’d finished fucking her, Damek had suggested the men retire to a more comfortable location to discuss the rest of her training. Thinking they were going to leave her in her cell, she’d started to relax. To her despair, her owner had said he wanted her around.

  “Gold’s a soft metal,” he said. “And silver isn’t much better.”

  Damek nodded. “That’s why I’m partial to metal. The thicker the better. A slave with substantial rings imbedded in her breasts is aware of them every minute of every day. And if you don’t feel like bothering with restraints, just hook a chain to one or both rings. She isn’t going anywhere.”

  You can’t be serious! This isn’t some dog you’re talking about, it’s me. My life.

  Only her life no longer belonged to her.

  Master Bay finished his drink in a long swallow. Then he stood and walked—sauntered more like it—over to her. He looked down at her, making her hate and fear his size.

  “I want a hook like that.” He ran his hand over the metal pressing against her mons. “I’m getting a hard-on just seeing this.”

  All three men were aroused, something she’d been aware of from the moment the hook had gone in.

  “You’re also going to want an assortment of ass plugs and dildos plus the means to keep them in place,” Damek pointed out.

  “Just tell me where to buy the best.” Gripping the hook, Master Bay pulled up. “I really like the size of this one.”

  “The larger the better.” Reno laughed. “One more thing for her to think about.”

  She was more than thinking about the unyielding metal. Not only did it fill her vagina, it pressed against her pussy to keep her aroused, which she was sure Reno had done on purpose. No matter that it wouldn’t do her any good when it came to relief and release, she’d been repeatedly closing her sex muscles around it. Self-stimulation was better than nothing.

  Better than facing her future.

  Watching her, Master Bay slipped a hand between her legs and pressed up. “Wet little bitch.”

  “That’s how you want her, right? Following you and your cock around a dog begging for a bone.” Reno laughed again.

  “Yeah,” Master Bay said softly. She couldn’t get a handle on his mood. He swiped again, then started to wipe his hand on her breast only to deposit what he’d collected on her cheek, caressing her a bit as he did. He let go of the hook, allowing her to settle back onto the balls of her feet. She felt like a fish, mouth gaping, caught and trashing. All her master lacked was the net, not that he needed one. She was trapped.

  Don’t think that! You’ll go crazy if you do.

  Her owner slapped her cheek where he’d caressed her. “What was that?” he demanded.

  “There’s a problem?” Damek asked.

  “I thought I saw that spacy look again.”

  “Damn. Don’t worry, we’ll beat it out of her.”

  Taking hold of her shoulders and stepping closer, Master Bay squared her around until he became her world. “Let me guess. You want out, but that’s the only way you can go anywhere.”

  Alarmed by how much he knew about her, she refused to react.

  “It’s all right you know. There are times when we all want to be somewhere else. I felt like that when the team lost and I’d contributed to that loss.” He shook his head, making her wonder if he regretted what he’d just said. “Instead of taking a mental vacation like you do, however, I crooked my finger at a football groupie and screwed her crazy.”

  That’s why he’d bought her, so he wouldn’t have to go looking for a groupie. So he’d have a way of dealing with life—at the expense of hers.

  Desperate to tell him he had no right to do that, she tried to spit the rag out of her mouth, but the men had wanted her silent and silent she’d remain. Besides, saying what she wanted to could be suicide.

  “What do you think? You like the idea of a needle digging into your breasts followed by big ass metal rings, ones you’ll wear the rest of your life unless I decide to take bolt cutters to them.”

  Like her handlers, her master knew how to get to her. No matter her vow to hide her dread, she tried to back away. The hook tightened, stopping her.

  Laughing at her antics, he let go. She prayed he’d return to his chair and another drink. Instead, he held up his hands so she had to look at them. Then, horribly slow and determined, he gripped her nipples and lifted.

  “Yeah,” he said, looking over his shoulder at Damek and Reno, “I like that. There are several good sized trees on my property. I could run a chain around a trunk and fasten it to her rings, leave her there so she’d get an all-over tan.”

  The horrible image distracted her from the pressure on her nipples.

  “Either that,” Damek said, “or you could beat her for hours.”

  Her owner rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, creating a hot unwanted path from her breasts to her sex.

  “Yeah.” He changed direction, forcing her to lean toward him. The hook pressed more firmly against her sex. “But what if she hasn’t done anything to warrant being beaten? What if she’s a good little slave.”

  “You don’t need a reason.”

  “Point taken.”

  He had to let go of her nipples! Otherwise, he might discover that the line between pain and pleasure had started to blur for her. If he did, she didn’t stand a chance. He’d have her where he wanted her.

  No, he wouldn’t! She wasn’t the horny slut her handlers believed they were turning her into.

  The lawn needed mowing, and she should finish planting her garden. However, quail were running around on the lawn and earthworms were taking up residence in the garden, and she didn’t want to disturb the living creatures. That’s why she’d made sun tea and was sitting out on her deck. She’d brought several days’ worth of newspaper to read. Fortunately there wasn’t going to be a test on the contents because she couldn’t remember what she’d just read. Maybe after she’d taken a nap. Yes, just a short doze. By then she’d be motivated
to at least get out of this chair and—

  Pain screamed through her breast!

  Jerked back to reality, she twisted to the side. She had to hold still. Otherwise, Master Bay might bite off her nipple! Warned, she managed to bring herself back around but couldn’t stop shaking. The awful pressure against her breast let up a little.

  Reaching between her legs, he cupped the hook and pressed it against her. Like the helpless fish she’d turned into, she rose obediently onto her toes. The cuffs cut into her wrists, but she couldn’t stop trying to break free. She should be used to this. Hadn’t her handlers demonstrated pain’s seemingly endless breadth and length? But what her owner was doing sidestepped pain and shoved her into a sensual tunnel. So far he hadn’t whipped her, hadn’t ordered Damek and Reno to ring her nipples.

  Spitting out her breast, he slapped it. “Guess that’ll teach you to stay with me.” With his hand still over the hook, he faced her trainers. “She needs more work.”

  “We couldn’t agree more.”

  “I’ll be back as soon as I can arrange it. By then I expect her to understand what she is to me.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  His partner was in his glory, his element. Reno might question some of Damek’s methods, but he couldn’t deny they were effective. The bitch’s owner had taken off as it was getting dark. If it was any other day, she’d be shivering in her outdoor kennel waiting for dinner with her hands secured to her collar like a begging dog. Either Damek or he would shove in cold gruel and watch while she bent over the bowl and lapped as best she could. She’d stay there, maybe peeing in a corner, until they brought her into the dungeon for the night.

  Tonight, however, the three were in a barn that had been modified for the animals.

  “Before we get to the lesson,” Damek said, “I’m going to take some pictures.”

  Reno didn’t blame him. Not only would her owner appreciate seeing proof of how seriously they’d taken his order, he’d never seen the bitch look sexier. She wouldn’t agree, but it didn’t matter.

  Thanks to her handcuffs, Damek and he hadn’t had any trouble getting her into the straw-floored stall. She hadn’t put up a real fight until he wrapped rope around her elbows and cinched them up tight. Despite her resistance, however, he’d secured her elbows to a handy rafter chain. Bright lighting in the ceiling gave her flesh a garish appearance.