by Vonna Harper
He hadn’t told her she couldn’t move. Even if he had, she couldn’t stand still. Shaking even more, she paced from one end of the couch to the other and back again. Was this what a caged animal felt like?
“Remote capture appeared to be problematic,” he continued, “because you avoid isolated places. What is it? You’re afraid of being where there aren’t crowds?” He frowned.
“No, that’s not it because you wouldn’t be living here. This really is a dump, hardly where I’d expect an accountant to be living.”
How did he know what she did—or used to do—for a living?
He jerked his head at the space between her legs. “I’ll be shaving that pussy.”
What was he saying? That he intended to keep her with him? The possibility brought bile to her throat. She frantically swallowed as best she could.
“I’m going to check out your living conditions before we leave,” he said as calmly as if they were discussing the weather. “Which means I’ll be leaving you to your own devices for a few minutes. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? It’d give you a chance to try to escape.”
He hadn’t touched her since gagging and restraining her. Whatever his intentions, he wasn’t going to kill her—at least not now. He didn’t seem interested in her exposed breast, not that that comforted her.
“One thing about having worked for Carnal Incorporated as long as I have.” He reached into another pocket and pulled out a black sleep mask. “I come well-prepared.”
As he started toward her, she whirled and sprinted for the kitchen. She had no idea what, if anything she had in mind, but she couldn’t stand there like a sheep being led to slaughter. She got as far as the doorway when he hit her from behind and slammed her into a wall. Moving quicker than she thought possible, he yanked the mask over her head and against her eyes. Her world disappeared.
Taking hold of her hair, he straightened her. His breath heated and dampened the top of her head.
“You don’t smell bad, like you recently took a shower. I guess that explains the robe, either that or you were getting ready to play with yourself.”
She’d known his words would turn sexual but hearing them knotted her stomach. Being unable to yell for help had taken a huge chunk of her self-confidence, but that was nothing compared to not seeing.
“Sensory deprivation,” he whispered. “It’s an incredibly effective technique in the training process. Take now for example. I’ve robbed you of what is probably your most vital sense. Consequently, you’re dependent on me, the man responsible for putting you in this fix.”
As he talked, she tried to determine where he was standing. Maybe he was moving about to further confuse her. It occurred to her that he might be playing with her much as a cat toys with a crippled mouse before killing it.
I don’t want to die. Anything but that.
“Hopefully you recall what I said just before you made that damn fool move of yours. I intended to check out your apartment and needed you to behave yourself. My plans haven’t changed, but first I’ll make sure you understand what a serious mistake you made by upsetting my plans.”
Serious mistake? Before she could decide what was behind his ominous tone, he slapped her bare breast. Pain radiated throughout her chest, and she screamed into the mouth-stretching gag. He struck her a second time, harder than the first. Overwhelmed, she tried to twist away.
He grabbed her upper right arm and held her in place. “Settle down, filly. You aren’t going anywhere except where I want you to.”
When he pulled on her arm, she had no choice but to try to keep up, stumbling as she did. She guessed he was taking her back into the living room but he yanked her one way and then the other so she wasn’t sure. Her lower arms flopped as if challenging her to do more with them.
She was thoroughly disoriented when he let go of her. Cocking her head, she listened or rather she tried to. Her pounding heart and wheezing lungs made that difficult.
This wasn’t happening! It couldn’t be. Her life was safe and ordered, not a nightmare.
Something clamped around her right ankle. Squealing, she tried to shake it off only to stop, horrified, when her captor seized her sex lips. She guessed he was kneeling before her, totally in control.
“If you want to remain intact—“ He tightened his hold. “I suggest you hold still. Got it?”
Pain radiated through her from the waist down. Desperate to have it end, she nodded.
“Smart decision. Hopefully you’ll make other intelligent ones, but if you don’t, it’ll mean more fun for me.”
Did he really expect her to concentrate? Sick with pain, she clenched her fists. After what felt like forever, he let go. Blood flowed through her labia, making her gasp. The longer she waited for him to do something, the more her fear of being hurt again increased. She was almost grateful when what she suspected was leather closed around her left ankle.
“There you go.” He patted her thighs as if they were old friends. “No more discomfort, for now.”
She heard a faint grunt that made her think he’d just stood up. Silence crushed around her. Agitated as she was, she couldn’t be sure whether he was nearby or had left her alone. She tried to take a step only to discover he’d hobbled her.
Suddenly nothing mattered. She was as good as dead and completely under Damek’s control. He could and would do whatever he wanted to her. How long before anyone realized she was missing? Even more devastating to think about, would anyone care?
Time seemed to start and stop, to speed up followed by a slog she couldn’t make sense of. Positioning her feet to minimize the risk of falling took so much concentration that she occasionally dismissed her burning shoulders and upper arms. However that didn’t last long, and the pain seemed worse every time she thought about it. She tried to determine whether her breast still stung from being slapped but with everything else she was feeling, she couldn’t tell.
She needed to cry, yet tears were no cure. Damek had made her his prisoner. He couldn’t keep her here indefinitely which meant he had a safe-to-him place to take her to. If he knew as much about her as she suspected he did, his intention wasn’t to hold her for ransom.
His. To do what he wanted with.
Beaten down with fear, she slumped forward. Any minute her legs would give way.
Damek would undoubtedly haul her back to her feet, but what if her falling angered him?
Would he slap her breast or pinch her pussy lips again? Or worse?
Moaning into the hard ball in her mouth, she rocked back and forth what little she dared.
Why had she let him in? If she’d refused to open—
He’d said he was Mitch. Oh God, he knew who her former boyfriend was!
Chapter Three
“Getting tired of waiting for me? You’ll be glad to know I’m done.”
Damek’s voice sounded disembodied. He could be anywhere in the room and getting ready to do anything.
Metal closed around her wrists. She who’d never been stopped by a police officer was now handcuffed.
She was trying to wrap her mind around the latest restraint when he loosened the leather above her elbows. Fierce burning had her screaming into the gag. Nearly a minute passed before the pain stopped being all-consuming.
Damek rearranged her robe and tied it in place. “Can’t let you getting cold on your way to my chariot.” He chuckled. “Oh, for the record, because I work for a company that knows what it’s doing, shortly after we leave there’ll be no sign I was ever in your apartment. It’ll also look as if you intended to be gone for a while.”
What was it he’d said, something about working for something called Carnal Incorporated. Did they employ housekeepers? No, nothing so ordinary.
She was wondering how he expected her to walk hobbled the way she was when he hoisted her over his shoulder. An arm looped over her back held her in place. Afraid he’d drop her, she didn’t struggle. Her violent shakes continued. The sound of her front apartment door
It wasn’t fair! Her restrictive childhood was behind her. She was supposed to be hitting her stride, taking the world by storm and living it to the hilt.
Instead she’d been fired, dropped by her boyfriend, and most horrible of all, captured.
Tears drenched the sleep mask as the stranger who called himself Damek walked with her into the night. His shoes made no sound, leading her to believe he was walking on the weed-invaded lawn. Instead of stopping which would tell her they’d reached the tenant carport, he kept moving.
After what seemed like forever, he stopped. She heard a clicking sound she guessed meant he’d remotely unlocked his vehicle. He’d been driving an SUV earlier so maybe—Oh God, where was he taking her?
Should she be past absolute terror by now? No matter, she couldn’t get on top of the all-consuming emotion. Despite her blindness, she lifted her head and strained to see.
“I’ve sometimes wondered what being disoriented is like for the subjects,” he said and let her slide off his shoulder. He held her until she’d gotten her feet under her, then let her go.
“All I know for sure is how effective the technique is for us trainers.”
Trainers? What was he talking about?
She couldn’t run. All she could do was stand there like a chained dog and listen to the sound of a vehicle door being opened. Grabbing her upper arms, he half lifted and half shoved her into a small carpeted space on her side. He’d placed her in the back of a vehicle, probably the SUV.
Don’t do this! Oh please, let this be a nightmare!
“We’ve got a long ride ahead of us,” he told her as he rolled her onto her back with her arms under her. “Fortunately, you’re not going to be bored because I have something to entertain you with.”
He pushed against her ankles. The way they were secured together, she had no choice but to bend her knees outward, exposing her pussy. Another nail was being hammered into her coffin. She tried to resist, but he was too strong and she too overwhelmed.
Something hard and cold pressed against her vaginal opening. For a moment nothing made sense, then she realized he was inserting a vibrator into her. Much as she wanted to fight, the memory of how he’d pinched her sex and slapped her breast kept her in line. Besides—and she’d never let him know this—she loved what a vibrator did to her.
He straightened her legs, then tightened a leather belt around her thighs, sealing the toy inside her. She felt nubby projections along the length of the artificial cock. It was thicker than any male cock she’d ever had inside her and pressed against her vaginal walls.
“Remember what I said about entertainment.” He chuckled. “Hold on a moment. I’ll show you what I’m talking about.”
Ever since he’d put on the sleep mask, she’d had to rely on her nerve endings to tell her where her captor was. She sensed he’d backed out of the rear of the SUV. After he closed the door, the ache in her arms compelled her to awkwardly turn back onto her side. Her ability to bend her knees was restricted and no way could she dislodge the vibrator but at least her arms no longer carried the weight of her upper body.
The engine came to life. As the vehicle idled under her, she realized her captor hadn’t brought any of her belongings with them. Maybe they’d come later and maybe—oh God, maybe she’d never see them again!
Was she going to die tonight? He was taking her to some isolated area where he’d rape her and then—“Here we go.”
Alerted to the ominous tone, she tried to look over her shoulder in the direction his voice had come from. She’d given up when the hard artificial cock started jerking inside her.
She gasped and struggled to get away.
“Don’t try to escape. It’s staying there until I decide otherwise. For the record, its remote controlled and the batteries are new.”
Why are you doing this? she silently asked as the vibrations increased. I haven’t done—oh please, I don’t—please, please, let me go!
But Damek had no intention of freeing her. She knew that with every fiber of her being.
Maybe she’d never understand what drove him, but maybe it didn’t matter. To him she was a possession, a helpless female he’d play with until he grew tired of her.
And then?
A pulsing sensation replaced the strong vibrations. She stopped trying to ignore the assault on her vagina. The liquor in her system she’d forgotten about during her capture again made its presence known. Her head was swimming, and her joints and muscles felt loose. Even when she concentrated on her restraints, her attention kept returning to the dildo’s magic.
Everything else about tonight was a nightmare, but the relentless invader reminded her of what she was, a sexual creature.
Her body hummed. Her vaginal juices coated the vibrator and leaked out to drench her inner thighs. She was relaxed and yet she wasn’t. Even with vodka blunting her responses, her need to climax grew.
Groaning, she tried to squeeze her legs more firmly together. The shoulder under her was becoming numb, her neck ached, and the cuffs chaffed her wrists. At the same time, arousal tightly gripped her.
“Done,” Damek said from the front seat. “We’re on the road.” A short silence followed, then he spoke again. “No, I didn’t bother to take pictures with my cell. It’ll be awhile before I send you what’s on the digital. For the record, I took her the old fashioned way.” He laughed.
“Yeah, I guess you could call it brute force. And technique. What? Of course she’s okay. Unlike you, I only leave deliberate bruises.”
He had to be listening to whoever he’d called. Hard as she tried to learn something from his side of the conversation, little made sense.
“In your dreams. Call when you have something to tell me.”
Judging by the quiet, she guessed the conversation was over. The ride was so smooth she barely knew they were moving. There was something hypnotic about the tires’ humming.
He turned on the radio but kept it so low all she knew was that he was listening to a talk show.
She wouldn’t ask herself any more questions. Doing that only brought her to the edge of sanity. Neither would she think beyond these moments. Her fundamentalist parents had drilled mindless obedience into her, and even though she’d eventually walked out of their house never to return, she still always did as those in charge dictated. She didn’t know any other way.
Damek would take advantage of her passive nature unless—unless what?
After warning herself not to ask him any questions she didn’t want to hear the answers to, she concentrated on the vibrator. It didn’t touch her clit and wasn’t as powerful as her plug-in toys which meant she probably wouldn’t climax, but it kept her on edge all right. Wanting more. Needing an outlet for the heat concentrated in her vagina.
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They stopped after maybe a couple of hours. Not saying a word, her captor removed the leather around her thighs and drew out the vibrator. The moves were so intimate, a powerful stranger taking control of her body. He then pulled her out of the vehicle and stood her upright.
She felt gravel under her bare feet. The robe had slipped off her shoulders. Instead of putting it back in place as he’d done before, he let it sag on her arms as he pushed her ahead of him.
Pebbles jabbed her insteps, but she didn’t dare stop. Much as she hated him, right now she needed him for everything.
“Listen,” he said and pulled her against him. “There aren’t any other vehicles around.
We’re going to urinate, both of us.”
Her bladder was so full she barely cared that he’d undoubtedly watch her empty it. He let her go, and a moment later she heard a stream of water strike the ground. The smell of urine attacked her nostrils.
He drew her robe away from her body in back so her buttocks and legs were fully exposed. “Do it.”
Feeling even more demeaned and devalued, she widened her stance as much as the hobbles allowed and started to squat only to stop because she was afraid she’d fall.
“Do it!” He slapped her buttocks.
Shocked and scared anew, she yelped.
“Do it.” He again struck her ass cheeks. “Now.”
The last of the lethargy she’d slipped into while they were traveling died. Determined to do whatever it took to keep him from hurting her again, she willed herself to pee. Some of the urine tracked down the insides of her sex-juice stained thighs.
Animal. He was turning her into an animal.
Almost before she was done, he gripped her shoulders, spun her around, and again propelled her ahead of him. A wild hope rose in her. He was going to shove her into the middle of wherever they were and leave her there. Her capture had been part of his sick joke but now he was done messing with her. Come morning, someone would find and free her.
The front of her thighs slammed into something hard. She was still fighting the unexpected pain when he lifted her into the SUV. Like before, he filled her vagina with the dildo and strapped her legs together. The vibrations started up, and her body instantly responded.
No longer caring what he saw, she bent her knees and started rocking her lower body from side to side.
Anything to help her escape the nightmare.
He laughed and pressed down on her belly. “Horny little bitch, aren’t you? That’s going to be your hell and salvation—and the key to my success.”
To her relief, he soon left her. She continued the rocking motion as they got underway, but before long the weight on her arms made it impossible for her to focus on pleasure. Hating her existence, she squirmed around until she was again on her side. The night was going to be endless.
Her life ruined. Her world gone.
Mommy, I need you. Daddy, please.
But they’d never heeded those words in the past and wouldn’t now.
Chapter Four
The next time they stopped, Willow detected a little light around the edges of her blindfold that told her it was morning. He again claimed the vibrator before hauling her out.
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