Tiana tried to ask another question, but the girl had returned to her own silent torment. Searching the blackness, Tiana could not make out a hint of the edge of the panel, and she remembered what Dillon had said about the truck being soundproofed. She jumped and stared blindly at the floor in the darkness when she recognized the feeling of the ramp being pulled out from underneath the metal slab she was chained to. Her wide frightened eyes looked to the side, waiting for the panel to open.
Sunlight blinded her when the access opened across from her. Tiana squeezed her eyes closed and she scooted on the mattress until her back was pressed against the wall. She heard the panel close, and she risked opening her stung eyes as the overhead lights came on.
Dillon was standing with a heavyset man who had a foreign look about him. The new man was wearing an expensive looking dark sweater and dark dress pants, with his silver streaked dark hair combed straight back. His eyes took in the naked women in the cages, and the cruel look made it clear there was no salvation to be found in his presence. Tiana looked at Dillon, and he was staring at her with dark eyes that seemed to shine brighter as he soaked up her misery.
The stranger walked up to her cage, and she gasped and pushed into the metal wall, shaking in terror and trying to turn sideways to cover herself. “This is the new one?” he asked, and for some reason Tiana instinctively recognized he was Russian.
“Yes, Tiana joined us a few days ago,” Dillon replied. Tiana’s eyes flew to her abductor at the sound of her name, and she remembered he had grabbed her wallet and knew this was where he had learned her name. “She’s nineteen and a bit smaller than those I usually acquire.”
“The darker hair with blue eyes is an asset, and her tits are a good size on her frame,” the man replied in his thick Slavic accent. “As long as her pussy and mouth work, she’ll sell.”
Tiana shuddered, and at some point, tears had begun coursing down her cheeks. She was terrified into silence and did not want to risk disobeying the trucker by speaking, as it was obvious this other man was important in whatever plans had been arranged concerning the fate of the girls. The man turned Dillon so that they faced away from the cages. “How long have you had her?” Viktor was accustomed to the new girls screaming and begging him to help them.
“I picked her up two nights ago, and she hasn’t screamed or pleaded since I took the tape off last night,” Dillon answered. “She’s not shocked into silence, though. She’s scared, but she’s following my orders.”
“She may turn out to adapt very well to her new life, and she could bring a high price for embracing submission,” Viktor suggested.
The men turned back to the women and after the man watched Audrey, lying on her mattress with residual shudders from yet another climax, he turned to Erika. She was kneeling by her cell door with her hands clasped behind her back and her toes rolled under. “So, this one is ready?”
“Erika, you are to follow Master Viktor’s orders,” Dillon commanded. He walked to the corner by the panel door and leaned against the wall of the trailer, crossing his arms across his chest to observe. Viktor unlocked Erika’s cage, and unhooked her collar from the chain in the floor. He turned and settled into a chair bolted to the floor across from the cages.
“Come, Erika,” her ordered.
“Yes, Master Viktor.” Erika walked slowly towards the man with only the briefest hesitancy.
Viktor’s trained eye caught the trepidation in her movement. “You are reluctant to obey me?”
Erika glanced quickly at Dillon, and then down at Viktor’s expensive loafers. “No, Master Viktor,” she quivered softly.
“I think you do not mind obeying the handsome cowboy so much, eh?” he chuckled.
Erika’s eyes filled for the first time in days, and her cheeks reddened slightly. She had seen two other women led off the truck to uncertain futures by this man after performing his wishes. Somehow, she had forced herself to believe that Dillon would want to keep her, and she had worked hard to follow and obey all of his orders, putting forth extra effort to please him. The irrational plan had helped her survive her tormented time in the truck, and she still held onto the belief that he would step forward and tell Viktor that she was not going to be leaving with him. It had been a particularly cruel blow when Audrey had broken through the fantasy earlier by trying to force Erika to accept that she would be sold.
Erika glanced once more to Dillon for rescue. His eyes showed the sadistic amusement she had seen in them before when he had sabotaged other plans she had made, such as her early efforts to seduce him. Erika realized that the small measures of kindness she thought he had offered her over the past months had actually served to manipulate her into furthering her training. She had never meant anything more to him than the money he would get from this man. Dillon’s eyes narrowed in a smile when he realized she understood. Viktor noticed the reluctant acceptance in the girl as well, when her shoulders slumped slightly.
“One day, I will have to learn how you acquire such devotion, Dillon.” Every woman Viktor had purchased seemed to reveal the same emotions and the same surprise as they discovered that their desire for the cowboy was not returned. So far, they had all learned to eventually transfer these feelings to their new masters, assuring the slaves Dillon provided would bring a very good price overseas. Viktor had two high ranking government officials requesting first option on slaves that had received the unique training. When the girls were brought to his Russian estate for auction, those trained by the trucker were branded on the shoulder with a small cowboy hat under Viktor’s own estate marking.
Of course, Dillon did not know he getting a tenth of the amount Viktor earned by merely presenting the desirable young women for sale, and the Russian celebrated the anniversary of that day in Mexico when he had met Dillon by sharing a toast of tequila with his bodyguard. Dillon had made Viktor a very wealthy man. In total contrast to Viktor’s expansive Russian estate, the trucker kept his small house in the desert but he spent most of his time within the confines of his semi’s training compartment, even when it was parked in the garage.
“Present,” Viktor ordered.
Tiana watched from her position against the wall as the naked girl turned and knelt before the man with her forehead pressed against the metal floor and her arms held out in front of her. Erika’s palms were open and her bottom was raised in the air with her thighs spread, and her feet arched so that her toes touched the floor. Erika appeared completely submissive with her legs taut and lean by the position of her feet, and Tiana became nervously upset when she felt herself aroused by the sight and wondering how it would feel to be the one in such a subservient pose.
“Very good.” Viktor’s praise was directed towards Dillon, while he studied the wet slit facing him and the hole clenching in anticipation. He looked up when the cowboy did not acknowledge him, and he noticed him ignoring the trained slave and staring at his new acquisition. He likes that one, I think.
Dillon had turned towards Tiana when he had heard her gasp as Erika followed Viktor’s order. Beneath the terrified expression in her eyes, he noted a hint of something resembling fascination, while Tiana watched the girl’s subjugation. The look on her face caused an immediate aroused reaction and thickened of his cock, and the slight loss of control both intrigued and irritated him. He returned his attention to Viktor. “Yes, Erika is a very willing slut.”
Erika’s back jerked slightly at the demeaning description as he confirmed Audrey’s taunt. Any slight hope she had been holding onto that he would renege on his arrangement with Viktor, had been dispelled as the reality that she was only another piece of trained chattel for him to sell became apparent. Viktor sat forward, and Erika almost broke position when his beefy hand slapped down onto her bottom. She heard the new girl sob, as she worked to control her cries while the man continued to redden her cheeks. It will be you stretched out before him soon enough, she thought.
Viktor was pleased with his beginning evaluation of his new
property. “Suck me,” he ordered.
Erika quickly shuffled around, and she forced her fingers to keep from trembling or stalling when she unzipped the man’s pants. The thick rod was grotesque with its bulbous purple crown, and Erika quickly wrapped her lips around him to both avoid studying it further and risking certain punishment. The new girl was wailing now, and while Erika attended the cock in her mouth, she wished that Dillon would gag her.
Tiana sobbed, clenching her bound fists at the terrifying display, and Dillon kept glancing at her. He noted that even Audrey had turned towards the wall to avoid watching the frightening revelation that her own time was short and that she would be the next to spend time between the heavy thighs of the foreigner. Erika’s presentation had shaken Audrey to the point that even the vibrator could not cause an aroused reaction from her. Of course, she did have another month of training before she would be ready for sale.
“I have already transferred a deposit into your account,” Viktor announced. The girl was gently squeezing and stroking his bloated sack, with talented hands that proved months of attentive practice. “I will forward the balance of your percentage when she is delivered to her new owner.”
Dillon mentally added the new funds. He had acquired a healthy balance in the offshore account, as his living expenses only comprised of taking care of his truck and the meager funds necessary to maintain his desert home. That was his next destination… where the semi would be parked for three weeks in the huge metal garage. The captive girls would remain inside the trailer while he enjoyed sleeping in a real bed instead of the sleeper in the cab.
The cowboy liked the unique stage of using the isolation of the trailer for his training, and he had dismissed building onto the permanent facilities behind his home when Viktor had suggested it. Viktor thought he could train more women that way, but he finally realized that it was Dillon’s individual methods with the girls that produced the exceptional results.
The Russian grabbed Erika’s head and raised his big ass off the chair, forcing his meaty cock down her throat as it spewed. Tiana was still crying, but Erika never said a word as she rose to her feet before the man, nervously licking her lips. She trembled, and her eyes filled when Dillon’s restraints were removed, and she kept watching the cowboy as he hung them onto the wall of her empty cell.
The Russian produced thick metal bands, and the collar dug into her neck. He clipped a chain to the front loop and led the silent young woman through the panel and down the ramp. While Dillon refilled the two remaining slaves’ bowls, Tiana continued to quiver against the wall and she listened to a plane taking off in the distance.
When they were sealed into darkness and the semi began to travel, Tiana once more tried to get the other girl to speak. She finally gave up, curled onto the mattress and cried. Eventually, Erika’s warning came back to her, and Tiana reluctantly made her way towards her bowl.
CHAPTER II
Even though his property was isolated, Dillon had the garage soundproofed as double insurance in conjunction with the insulated semi trailer. The girls were only occasionally removed from the depressing training area in the back of the truck, such as for washing. The week they spent on the road for the capture and sale, the girls were merely wiped down with a cloth. Viktor understood that his merchandise would need to be cleaned when he received it.
Audrey was more than ready for her shower, and she had learned to adapt to the humiliating procedure weeks ago. When the truck was stopped and the back doors opened, she sighed with relief. The damning tool would be removed from her pussy, and Dillon would lead her out of the truck for a few moments away from the torturous devices. Just as she had watched Erika subjected to the second half of the cowboy’s deviant plans, so the new girl would witness Audrey go through the training. Already, Audrey knew that Dillon would not vary his demands for her benefit, and her mind worked on the best way to deal with it.
Tiana stood next to the bars of the cage while Audrey was led the length of the trailer and down the back ramp. She heard water spraying from somewhere, and a long while later Dillon led Audrey back onto the truck. Her hair was tied back into a wet ponytail that hung to just past her shoulders. Dillon hooked her collar to a short chain bolted into the floor beside the chair that Viktor had used earlier.
The cowboy walked back off the truck, and he returned a few minutes later with a paper tray of a microwave dinner. He set it on the floor in front of Audrey, and he stroked the top of her head. “Good job, sweetheart.”
“Thank you, Master Dillon.” Audrey waited until he turned to the new girl before she bent down to eat the warm meal. It was a welcome change from the liquid diet she had been on since they had left the garage, and one she had to earn by complying with the washing station.
Tiana backed away to her mattress when the cowboy approached and unlocked her cage. He walked up to her slowly and raised a hand to unhook the chain from her collar. “Easy, Tiana. We’re just going to get you cleaned up and take that tape off your wrists.” His voice seemed to mesmerize her with its steady, deep beat, but when he grabbed her arm, she broke.
“Please… please let me go,” she cried.
His finger pressed into her lips. “Hush, sweetheart. You know there is no speaking.” Dillon was rewarded with a sob. Still, the girl did not scream and fall into the thrashing wildness he was anticipating. Some of the young women had to be dragged the length of the truck, but Tiana allowed him to lead her off the trailer while she shuddered and quietly cried.
The steel building was huge, and Tiana turned to look at the black metal beast that had become her prison. Dillon pulled her attention forward to an open shower area with a drain in the cement floor. He locked her collar to a chain in the wall, and although he usually kept the new slaves’ wrists bound and washed them himself for a week because they were so traumatized, he varied his routine with Tiana. She felt his knife cut through the tape and he peeled the rest of the sticky silver binding away, and her arms dropped to her sides.
“Spread the stuff in the white jar under your arms, on your legs and on your pussy,” he said. Dillon turned to sit down in a chair a few feet away and watch her. It would be interesting to see how well she followed his order.
Tiana realized that it must be some kind of depilatory, and she reached out a trembling hand. Her arms and legs were quickly slathered, and the cream burned to an uncomfortable degree. She shook slightly in pain and fear, and silently stared at the floor.
“It will be done, regardless. Now, unless you want punishment to go with it…” Dillon smiled when her hand reached for the cream again. She continued to cry quietly, but she spread it on her pussy and shifted with the burn on her sensitive lips.
After five minutes, Dillon told her to rinse it off and wash herself. “Turn around, Tiana. I want to watch you.” His cock was throbbing as he watched the small girl soap up her long hair. Her arms stretching to suds up the dark tresses forced a delightful little arch that thrust her breasts out invitingly. The uneasy affect this particular girl had on him was still bothering him. When she finished, he had her brush her hair and braid it. The waist-length ponytail was pretty, but impractical for training.
He unchained her, and instead of leading her back to the truck he led her towards the table he used for piercing. Cock be damned… he did not understand it… but, he needed to fuck her. Tiana was slightly shocked from the humiliating procedure in the shower, and she nervously sat on the edge of the table. He pushed her down and she shuddered, but she did not make a sound until she heard his zipper.
She closed her eyes tightly, trying to fantasize as she had when she had been with Adam. This time, when her mind managed to travel to the darker sex of being bound and helpless, her partner had long jet black hair that matched his eyes and mustache, and the tall strong body of the cowboy. Tiana felt him push into her wetness, and all of her fantasies crashed through her mind. The perpetrator she had been using for arousal was Dillon, and she felt a wash of cream coat h
er insides as her pussy began to squeeze towards release.
Dillon’s eyes narrowed when he thrust into the unexpected moistness, and he felt the girl responding to his plunging. Her eyes were closed, but as her pussy began to squeeze and clench him, her lip was trembling in a visage of passion. What the hell? Her erotic expression was soon accompanied by a light sheen of sweat as the girl’s arousal peaked. Dillon exploded, and he felt the obvious shuddering of her climax while her chest and cheeks flushed and she gasped. He zipped up while she continued to lie there, and his mind whirled with confusion until a revelation slowly began to surface.
He pulled her up and she stared miserably at his boots, completely humiliated by her body’s betrayal, and she was certain that the man knew. Tiana’s mind was a mass of mixed up feelings that she did not understand. She thought she would die if the man laughed or smirked at her reaction to his assault… but that was not what happened.
Dillon walked closer and spread her legs until he was pressed against her, and his strong arms wrapped around her as he pulled her close to his chest. Rubbing her back to calm her again, he drawled, “Seems we have an unusual situation goin’ on here.” He felt her body shaking with slight fluttering quivers. “What was it you were thinkin’ about, sweetheart?”
He felt her cringe, and he looked down at her clenched hands. “Tell me, Tiana.” She remained silent. “I gotta’ tell you, I’ve grabbed plenty of girls, but I never had one roll over like that. Not that I mind; I just wanna’ know what’s goin’ on in your head, but I’m thinking’ maybe you ain’t quite sure either.” Dillon realized he had slipped into the drawl, indicating his aroused excitement at his potential discovery.
There was no way that Tiana would admit that the whole situation had aroused her in a way she had never experienced before. “You scare me, and I was afraid that you would punish me.”
“No, sweetheart, you’re lyin’. I can tell when a girl is into it… I train them to be. You tell me what you were thinking about,” Dillon demanded, a little more sternly. He continued brushing her back, but Tiana would not say anything more. Dillon realized that even if she could explain it, she would not tell him. He just wanted to make sure she understood that she had been aroused by the act.
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