Carnal Slave

by Vonna Harper

  Still drooling, she bit into the offering. Much as she wished he’d explained why he’d made an exception with her this morning, she was too hungry to ask. Concerned he’d take the plate away before she could finish, she gulped her breakfast. The sun still felt wonderful on her back. Between that, food sliding into her belly, and Master Damek back with her, nothing else mattered.

  They were together, she and this all-powerful, all-knowing man.

  “Whoever buys you might want you to cook for him,” he said when she was done and she’d thanked him. “I hope you can.”

  She’d prepared countless meals before leaving home but had been limited to meat, potatoes, and a few vegetables. She’d expanded her repertoire some after that but was far from a gourmet.

  “If I don’t please him—“

  “You better.”

  Mentally repeating what he’d just said, she tried to imagine what her life would be like but couldn’t. How had she been alive this long without knowing an underworld of slavery and domination existed? Was this some acceptable culture her parents had failed to tell her about and she hadn’t blundered into?

  No. Absolutely not. What was happening to her was against the law, only no one in law enforcement knew this place existed.

  Or did they?

  As Master Damek strode toward the rolled-up hose, she felt torn between accepting her new reality and trying to make her mind go blank. She wanted to be clean of course but not like this. She’d wanted breakfast but not given to her the way it had been.

  She wanted clothes. Freedom. Her life back.

  She needed to understand this man.

  The instant the cold spray hit her, nothing mattered except trying to get away. He’d turned it on full force and aimed at her breasts, awakening her bruises and forcing home even more proof of her helplessness. She should have learned her lesson the other time he’d showered her and stop fighting, but the water was too cold and harsh. Cursing, she turned one way and then the other trying to save herself. He thoroughly drenched her, then turned off the water and scrubbed her with a soapy long handled brush. He even used the brush on her hair.

  Her parents had decided she needed to raise a calf as a way of learning responsibility.

  Not only had she cared for the calf since it was a few days old, she’d entered it in the county fair. As part of getting it ready to show, she’d bathed it much as Master Damek was doing to her.

  She’d been awarded second place. Her parents had claimed the ribbon and the calf had been loaded onto a cattle truck and taken to a slaughter house.

  That was her now, maybe on her way to slaughter.

  She shivered and moaned as he rinsed her off. When he started toward her, she slumped in her bonds. Waited.

  “I’m going to exercise you.” He reached up and unfastened the rope.

  Exercise me. Like what happens to horses.

  Obviously he didn’t care that she was stepping in mud as he led her toward the corral.

  She’d forgotten about the other woman but now images of what she’d seen returned to haunt her. If they were still gagged, she wouldn’t be able to talk to them, but maybe it was better this way.

  The trio was in the corral along with the man who’d brought them. At least the monstrous neck chains had been removed, but they still wore ball gags and their arms were restrained behind them. They were running in circles while the massive man kept them going by whipping their jiggling buttocks every time they passed by where he stood.

  “Hey Fred, I’ve got another for you.” Master Damek shoved her at the other man.

  “What?” Fred asked. “You too lazy to deal with her yourself?”

  Master Damek squeezed her right buttock, making her squeal and stomp her feet because otherwise she might try to break free. “Don’t give me that shit. I know you love your work. I’m going to get the video camera. You want me to take some footage for you?”

  “Why not?” Fred grabbed her hair and forced her to lean forward. That done, he fingered her breasts. “The real deal. So how’s her training going?”

  “Just getting started. Hopefully I’ll have her ready in time for the auction.”

  Fred laughed. “You will. Wait a minute, they’re coming back around.”

  He shoved her out of the way, causing her to stumble. Instead of helping her right herself, her master tightened his hold on the lead rope and yanked her to his side. She watched as one sweating woman after the other trotted past Fred. They were spaced far enough apart that he could whip one set of buttocks and bring back his arm before the next arrived. The women whimpered or gasped as the thin whip struck them but didn’t pick up their pace. Maybe they knew they’d be doing this for a long time and wanted to conserve their energy as much as possible. She didn’t dare think about what would happen when they could no longer run.

  “What about a gag?” Fred asked. “Don’t tell me you’re being soft on her.”

  “I don’t have one with me.”

  “Whatever. Get your feet moving, slave.” Fred snapped the whip, making it whistle.

  Praying Master Damek would change his mind, she stared up at him. If he knew what she was thinking, he gave no indication as he untied the rope around her wrists and pulled her arms behind her. She ran several times a week at home but never like this. Sudden fury had her clenching her teeth and vowing to never beg him for anything ever again—not that she really had a few minutes ago.

  “Make sure she keeps up.” Master Damek reinforced his words by spanking her.

  Feeling even more demeaned, she started running. Because of the way her arms were positioned, she couldn’t lean forward. The ground, fortunately, was packed dirt. Before long she caught up to the first woman. Realizing she risked wearing herself out, she slowed and matched her pace to that of the sweating, wheezing captive. The other woman wasn’t heavy but she carried more weight than the other two. No wonder she wasn’t keeping up with them.

  Was Fred or another trainer making the woman spread her legs for them? Perhaps she was only forced to wear dildos and ass plugs.

  As if reading Willow’s mind, the woman looked over her shoulder at her. Willow blushed and turned her attention to the horizon where sky and tree tops spoke of a world she was no longer part of.

  She’d lost so much, but there had to be something.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Willow had made a half dozen circuits inside the corral before Master Damek retuned.

  Instead of dreading his presence, she felt the same as she had before—settled somehow. Was it because she knew he wouldn’t let her die, she wondered, watching him.

  He stepped into the corral and closed the gate behind him which struck her as strange.

  Where did he think she and the other women would go restrained the way they were?

  Fred struck her ass cheek a stinging blow as she ran by him. It grated on her nerves knowing she meekly and repeatedly came close enough for him to punish her, but if she tried to avoid him, he’d undoubtedly make sure she regretted her decision. The image of her writhing helplessly in the dirt while he beat her was almost more than she could stand.

  Master Damek trained the video camera he’d brought with him on her. She had half a mind to lift her knees and prance like some well-trained horse, then cursed herself for thinking that way.

  She’d run this morning, run and sweat, not fall, not look at the men, not think about what tomorrow might bring or what she was doing here. Her lungs burned and her back and neck ached. Her legs were starting to weaken, yet she kept going.

  What was she trying to escape?

  Maybe herself.

  #

  “She’s trying to shut down her brain,” Fred observed. “Give her a few more days and she’ll figure out how to do it.”

  “I won’t let that happen.” Even though he had more than enough footage of his latest slave, Damek continued to film.

  “None of us want that. These sluts aren’t much good if they’ve mentally checked out
, but it’s a survival mechanism.”

  “Not for her it isn’t.”

  The way Fred studied him irritated the hell out of Damek. Damn it, had Reno told everyone to keep an eye on him and his so-called hair trigger?

  “Hey.” Fred shrugged dismissively. “Whatever works for you. I’m feeding my subject just enough information about the auction to get her uptight, not that she isn’t already. This upping the auction date sucks.” He studied the women. “I don’t like being rushed. A finished product’s important to me.”

  Damek waited until his fellow trainer had administered swats to the passing asses. “We all feel that way or we wouldn’t be here. I’m debating whether to let her know what happens during an auction so she can mull it over or wait to see if she brings it up herself.”

  “Which do you think it’ll be?”

  Good question. However, he didn’t have a ready answer. “Ask me in a couple of days. I’ll know her better by then.”

  “While you’ll still be a mystery to her.” Fred grinned at him. “That’s one thing I’ve really admired in you. You’re damn private.”

  Maybe there isn’t that much to know.

  #

  At the end of the exhausting exercise, Master Damek had taken her back to the shower where she’d joined the others in shaking and squealing through another freezing spray.

  He’d taken her, still dripping into the empty training room. When he blindfolded her, it had taken all her resolve not to beg him not to, or fight. The ache in her shoulders overrode the other discomforts, particularly now that she was locked inside herself.

  “One thing you can be thankful for,” he said, “is that you’re in decent physical condition.

  Otherwise I’d work you twenty-four seven to get you ready.”

  Despite her overwhelming need for more information about her future, she knew not to ask—at least she hoped she wouldn’t.

  “Interesting isn’t it,” he went on, “how little value is placed on what you used to be. All the time you spent getting educated has become immaterial. As for job skills—wasted effort.”

  Unlike earlier this morning, he was in a talkative mood. If only she could turn that to her advantage.

  “Kneel.”

  As she awkwardly obeyed, she gave silent thanks for the rubber mat he’d had her stand on before blindfolding her.

  “You don’t like giving head, do you, slave?”

  Slave. “Mitch told you—“

  “Yes, he did. He also said you’re no good at sucking cock.”

  Master Damek planted his hands on either side of her face and drew her so close she smelled him. Oh no, not that.

  Yes, she answered, that.

  As he rubbed his covered erection over her forehead, she forced revulsion away and chided herself for not paying closer attention to him when she could see. Knowing he was sexually excited wouldn’t have changed anything, but she would have been better prepared.

  Maybe.

  “You have one chance to get this right,” he ground out. “So much as touch your teeth to my cock and you’ll wish to hell you hadn’t.”

  His cock, in her mouth, any moment now.

  More intimacy than ever before.

  Unable to stop him.

  Becoming part of him.

  “You wouldn’t like anything about a mouth spreader. I’m not crazy about them because they limit a slave’s ability to learn a vital skill.”

  Part of him. Giving to him.

  A sensation like hot fingers pressed against her spine made her sit up straighter. Just like that her pussy felt softer, alive for the first time today. She pressed her forehead against his cock.

  “What’s that about?” he demanded as he let go of her cheeks.

  Instead of backing away, she remained where she was. She should still be afraid but that had been replaced by a strange, exciting heat.

  “What are you doing?” He tapped the top of her head.

  “I don’t know, Master.” Master. Giver and taker of all things.

  “Yeah?” He sounded both doubtful and intrigued. “So what happened when Mitch asked you to suck him?”

  Mitch belonged to the past. He wasn’t important—even if he’d had a hand in this. “He, ah, he said it was something I’d do if I loved him. I tried, but I couldn’t breathe. Besides…”

  “Besides what?”

  Be honest. Give him what he wants.

  Instead, she turned her head to the side and rubbed her cheek over the hard, hot mass that proclaimed him a man. Was he wearing underwear?

  “It did nothing for me.”

  When he didn’t immediately reply she wondered if she’d said something wrong. Then it hit her. A slave’s pleasure was unimportant in Carnal Incorporated’s world.

  “Your life from now on is about thing, putting your master’s needs and wants before yours.”

  “I know,” she whispered even though she didn’t.

  “You’re an extension of whoever owns you, a pet, a piece of property.”

  If she’d heard those words a few days ago she would have thrown them in his face, but not only couldn’t she now, she didn’t want to.

  A piece of property. Valuable because of one thing, her physical body.

  “Lean back. Open your mouth.”

  He hadn’t hurt her since bringing her in here, but that wasn’t why she did as he’d ordered. She was locked in darkness without use of her hands, once again dependent on the man who insisted she call him master.

  Who dominated her present and controlled her future.

  She slowly parted her lips. Every part of her, even her ears and the bottoms of her feet tingled in anticipation of something she barely comprehended. She strained to catch the sound of him unzipping. Instead, he placed a single finger in her mouth. She started, then quieted.

  “This mouth belongs to me,” he said. “Same as it will belong to whoever buys you. Your survival depends on your ability to comprehend that on every level, understand?”

  Not wanting to risk touching her teeth to his finger, she barely nodded.

  “Relax. Think of nothing except what’s happening.” He rested his finger on her tongue.

  “Exist in the moment.”

  If she could speak, she would have told him it had been like that from the moment he’d captured her. Despite her need to anticipate, however, she couldn’t help wondering why that was. Granted, she’d had brief thoughts of her life before he’d stormed into her apartment, but she hadn’t been able to hang onto them.

  “Your existence revolves around efforts to please your master.” He increased the pressure on her tongue. “You no longer matter, only he does.”

  Drawn into his words, she imagined him standing over her looking at her nude and defenseless body. The room—the world—ceased to exist. There was only him.

  “This—“ He began a circular motion in her mouth, touching every surface. “Is an orifice always available for use. It’s your duty and joy to keep it ready for your master. When he allows you access to a bathroom, you are to immediately brush your teeth and use mouthwash.”

  What if he doesn’t let me, she wanted to ask, but no matter how much her owner might abuse her body, he’d want it to be pleasing to him.

  “Relax, relax,” he Master Damek in a sing-song tone. “It’s a sun-washed day and you’re standing in a field of clover watching butterflies flit from one flower to another. There’s a gentle breeze. You can hear birds and insects.”

  She imagined him with her. He’d brought her to the peaceful place. In her fantasy, all restraints were gone. She was naked because that’s how he wanted her. Her hair flowed over her shoulders and kissed the tops of her tanned breasts.

  A second finger joined the one already in her mouth so slowly she had no trouble staying in the field of clover.

  “You see your owner approach. He’s carrying leather cuffs, nipple clamps, and a switch, but you stay where you are, smiling to let him know you’re ready for whatever he want
s to do with his body.” The fingers moved toward the back of her throat. “You’ve been alone for a long time. Seeing him brings you joy. You don’t want the pain you know he’s going to inflict, but your life revolves around rough treatment. It’s what you expect, an integral part of being a slave.”

  With blackness all around, she imagined her mysterious and all-powerful master crushing clover under his shoes, closing the space between them. The sun glinted off the silver clamps, and her pussy heated.

  “He places a collar around your neck, then chains your hands to it in back so your elbows are deeply bent and your breasts are forced out from your body. The discomfort you feel becomes immaterial when he lovingly caresses your breasts.”

  Lovingly? Was that possible? Tears flooded her eyes. Thank goodness he couldn’t see.

  Master Damek’s warm, moist breath coated her forehead, his smooth, blunt nails whispered over the back of her throat, and she willed herself not to swallow.

  “Good slave, good. You’re where you need to be, in a world where it’s right for one person to own another. You no longer question whether this should be. It simply is. You kneel, anticipating, as he continues to massage your breasts. Sexual need has been trickling through you and as your nipples harden need becomes a river.”

  Master Damek removed his fingers from her mouth, and she waited, barely breathing, as the sound of a zipper letting go filled her senses.

  “Your master stops playing with your breasts and buries your nipples under harsh silver, but you don’t shrink away because this is what he has decided to do with his possession, and that makes it right.”

  Yes. No. I don’t know.

  Her mouth had closed a little, but she opened it the instant the tip of his cock touched her lips. Shaking, she clenched her fingers.

  “He asks you what you’re thinking, and you thank him. After connecting the clamps with a chain, he takes hold of the chain and pulls you toward him. Pain burns through you, and it’s hard to breathe. This time he asks why you’re thanking him.”

  Berating herself for not moistening her lips in advance, she waited for Master Damek’s cock to invade her. The longer it remained at her lips, the harder waiting became.