Semi-Hard

by Candace Smith

  After a few more moments of calming her… it would work to keep her from getting depressed when she reflected on the full impact of the scene when she was alone… Dillon stood back and said, “Okay, let’s get you rinsed off again and get you something to eat.” Dillon needed to think about the implications anyway. He had studied different methods of altering thoughts for unwilling participants, but he decided he needed to review some material on how to work with a woman with submissive tendencies she was unaware of and that she was fighting.

  Tiana had retreated into a numbed, compliant silence, allowing his words to guide her. When she finished rinsing, he put leather cuffs on her wrists and latched them behind her. She wanted to cry and hide, to cower into a corner, when she experienced another clenching response to the new restraints. Dillon led her back from the shower and onto the truck. He secured her to the chain he released Audrey from and, after chaining Audrey in her cage, he left to get Tiana her meal.

  While Tiana ate, Dillon wiped Audrey’s face. She waited for the demand to service him, and when the familiar order did not come, Audrey stared at the new slave. There was some kind of weird connection between her captor and the girl, and Audrey wondered what had happened outside the truck. They had been gone far too long for just the washing; even with necessary time needed the first week for the depilatory to work.

  When Tiana had finished and Dillon wiped her face, he led the silent woman back to her cell. After he chained her, he leaned down and whispered, “You will tell me, Tiana.” His hand brushed across her softened flat nipples. They immediately tightened, and he quickly swiped her wet slit and chuckled. “I already know your secret,” he whispered, and Dillon was rewarded with a wracking shudder.

  The back of the rig was left open, but when the lights in the garage were turned off, Tiana found herself in darkness again. Across Erika’s empty cage, Audrey finally spoke to her. “What the fuck are you up to? I’ve been putting up with his shit for a month, and he’s never looked at me like he does at you after two days… and you haven’t even been trained.”

  Tiana heard the anger behind the girl’s voice, and the accusation confused her even more. “I… I don’t know what you mean. I’m scared to death, and just want to get out of here.”

  “Right,” the girl seethed. “He’s already got you mind fucked… you don’t stand a chance.”

  Tiana curled onto her mattress without replying to her. It was obvious the girl felt animosity towards her for a wrong Tiana did not understand. She lay awake trying to grasp what was happening, but every time her thoughts wandered to Dillon, she felt herself becoming uncomfortably aroused again. She thought of his arms, holding her and squelching her terror. More insistent were visions of him restraining her while he orchestrated heated, passionate responses. On some level, even through the panic of her circumstances, Tiana knew that she was more sexually aroused than she had ever been.

  The next time the lights came back on, Tiana watched Audrey rush to the door of the cage and kneel with her toes curled under and her eyes lowered. She watched as Dillon walked towards them, dressed in a black tee-shirt, jeans and his boots. He had left his cowboy hat off, and Tiana studied him without the brim shadowing his face.

  Dillon was a few inches over six feet, with a muscular body that had been hidden by the jacket and flannel shirt. His eyes were a shining dark brown… not the black they appeared to be when they were shadowed. He had a firm jaw with a light dusting of whiskers barely masking the angular edges. All in all, he was a good looking package, Tiana thought… a demented and dangerous good looking package.

  Dillon had always taken his appearance in his stride. He had hidden behind an attitude of quiet self-assurance in high school, managing to screw three of his teachers by the time he had graduated. He never dated any of his classmates because he was already aware that his sexual proclivities could land him in serious trouble if one of the gossipy girls wanted revenge. The teachers never talked, as they either seemed to enjoy their handsome student’s exciting practices… or maybe they did not want the pictures of them bound and submitting to a minor landing in the paper. He had collected ten percent of their salaries in exchange for his silence and continued attentions. The girls of his own age had stopped vying for his attention well before his senior year.

  In college, his looks had garnished him a string of young women to date, though he had to tame some of his desires while he worked through a degree in psychology. His father had managed to keel over six months after Dillon had relocated to his small apartment off campus, leaving his son the house in the desert and enough insurance money to cover his college tuition. He had no doubt that his unusual sexual tendencies had either been inherited or initiated by his father’s tendencies. His mother had been out of his life since he was seven, and Dillon suspected that she was buried somewhere under the blowing sagebrush on the acreage.

  Towards his final year, Dillon had narrowed his studies to criminal behavior, and he had several good jobs waiting for him upon graduation. He worked one year in a prison… not to aid the prisoners… but delving into their methods, and what mistakes had led to their eventual incarceration. Dillon quit the institution, and he used the money he had saved to make a down payment on the semi.

  Ultimately, his adult life began with preying on his teachers, and following the studies and experiences of the inmates he had counseled. Dillon had learned to become the illusive predator of the highway for the past five years, taking most of the crime scenes with him. Even the irritating habit of slipping into the uneducated southern drawl of his father, had worked in his favor to mask his intelligence. Viktor was certainly fooled, and the Russian had no idea that the trucker was well aware of how he was being used for doing the brunt of the work, and taking most of the risk.

  The training and abductions were what aroused Dillon, and with the Russian’s support alleviating him of the lengthy, quarrelsome trips to Mexico to sell his slaves at a deep discount; it seemed like a good arrangement. As in high school, Dillon wanted to hover in the background, earning money from the women he trained to submit to him.

  “Tiana, I do not waste time explaining the obvious. You can see how you are expected to be positioned to greet me.” He watched her rise with uncertainty and try to copy Audrey’s form. “Acknowledge me, slave.”

  “Yes, Master Dillon,” she quivered.

  Even staring at the floor, Dillon caught the narrowing of Audrey’s eyes. Jealousy was an easy training device, and he intended to employ it to hasten the girl’s training. The things he would make Tiana do would cause Audrey to seethe in anger, and at this point she would not remember the situation had been reversed when she had been captured. Erika despised the attention he had shown Audrey, and the natural jealousies kept the girls from forming attachments or planning escapes and diverting their attention from their training. Though her body was still depressingly dispassionate, Audrey’s jealousy had almost broken her to the point of craving attention from her Master.

  Dillon unlocked Tiana’s cage first, causing both girls to gasp for different reasons. Audrey glanced sideways at the pretty new slave, mentally assuring herself of her own superior looks. Tiana was paralyzed with fear when he unclipped the chain, and Dillon said, “Follow me, Tiana.”

  Her eyes filled with tears as she awkwardly rose to her feet. “Acknowledge,” he warned.

  “Yes, Master Dillon,” she stuttered. As she followed behind him, Tiana glanced at Audrey for rescue. The look of hatred the girl cast, scared Tiana almost as much as the cowboy did. He led her to a space in the trailer where two chains hung from the ceiling and two eyebolts were secured to the floor with shorter links welded onto them. Tiana held back a moan of despair when she could not keep her thoughts from filling with the scenes that had kept her awake most of the night. How could she be terrified and so aroused with anticipation?

  Dillon unclasped her wrists, and he pulled one over her head to attach to a chain. The other wrist was secured, and Tiana was so
short that she was already standing on her toes. When he attached her ankle cuffs, her feet left the floor. Tiana tried to wrap her hands around the links to lessen the strain on her shoulders, but the ankle restraints were not long enough to allow it. Her shoulders ached at holding her weight, and Dillon heard her whimper as he gazed at the tears slipping down her cheeks.

  Dillon had read through passages in stacks of books, excitedly planning new methods of training Tiana, and he had developed a plan that would not really break her. Instead, he would lead her slowly to discover that her body craved submission, as much as Dillon wanted to dominate her. It was something that he had never considered before, and the challenge had rekindled a passion that he had not realized was lacking after employing the same methods with so many captives.

  He knew, of course, that he was a sadist… just as his father had been. Whether it was inherited or learned behavior did not concern him. His mind was consumed and his body aroused by the pain and fear he saw in his captive’s eyes. The methods he inflicted to cause the reaction, though enjoyable, were not the primary source of his interest. He would employ whatever was necessary to see the torment in his victims’ faces.

  Dillon trailed his fingers down the strained muscles in Tiana’s arms. He kept his deep voice calm and low. “You’re all right, sweetheart.” He lifted her chin with two fingers, and held her head up until the frightened eyes met his. “You’re all right,” he assured her. God, to have one that found pleasure and desired to be tormented by him was a new experience he craved exploring.

  He walked to a closet and returned with a whip he had used to lunge horses when he was growing up. It had a familiar feel, and the thin leather would snap pleasingly as it left little red bites on the girl’s body. Tiana was shaking when he caressed her with the lash, running it sensuously over her breasts until her dark nipples fattened and filled in response.

  Tiana glanced over towards Audrey, and she shivered when she saw the smile on the girl’s face. Dillon stepped back and threw the whip, snapping it across her left nipple. At first, Tiana was more alarmed than hurt, but soon a burning singe attacked the aroused peak. “Aaah… oh, god… no,” she shrieked.

  Again, the whip flicked out, kissing the other nipple. “No… stop… please,” she screamed. Her nipples were on fire, and she clenched her fists uselessly, stretching and arching in the chains. During one tightening arch with her hips thrust forward, the whip snapped out to catch the top of the folds of her spread pussy. Tiana screamed, and felt a dizzying preamble to unconsciousness.

  Dillon allowed her time to regain her senses, and he waited for the girl’s sobs. He walked behind her, and the whip crossed her nicely rounded bottom. The stripe welted across the pale cheeks, and her ass began clenching in pain. By the time a second lash mark raised on her thighs, she was slumped with her head hanging forward, crying in defeat.

  Dillon tossed the whip onto the chair and approached her. He wrapped an arm around her, straining her limbs further as he pulled her close. Tiana sobbed quietly with her head resting against his chest while his fingers stroked the raised ridges on her bottom. “Why?” she wailed softly.

  “Because I want to… and you will never question me again, sweetheart.” Dillon continued to lightly brush the ridges, once more experiencing the tension in his cock as it sprang to life with her anguish. He slipped his hand between their bodies and pinched a bruised nipple.

  “Oh,” she moaned.

  The hand hesitated, but traveled down her quivering belly to her naked mound. He slipped a finger into her crease, and he smiled to himself at her moisture. The finger began stroking and plunging, and it took a moment for Tiana to realize that her emotions were rapidly sliding from torment to arousal. “No,” she begged, but the hand was relentless. Just as she felt herself tingle and cramp with climax, the finger deserted her and the embrace withdrew.

  Tiana watched in confusion as the cowboy walked to Audrey’s cage where the girl smiled up hopefully. At least the Master had not rewarded the whining new girl with an orgasm. Audrey rose and followed him, and she almost balked when he ordered her to kneel in front of Tiana. Her mind flew back to her experience with Erika, and she frantically searched for a way to change the Master’s plans. “You know the exercise, Audrey,” the steady voice commanded.

  “Yes, Master Dillon.” She sank to her knees and glared up at the tortured girl.

  Dillon used thin chains to clip Audrey’s nipple rings to the same bolts Tiana’s ankles were secured to. Audrey shivered when he returned from the closet with a large phallus, dripping with lube. She tried to relax her anus as Dillon worked it into her. The erratic jolting shocks hit her guts and she gasped, quickly leaning forward and tasting a pussy for the first time. She knew the dildo would not be removed until the hated girl climaxed, and with each jarring jolt to her cramping insides she convinced herself that Tiana was holding back intentionally.

  Dillon sat down to watch, stroking himself through his jeans. “Quickly, Audrey, and I will let you use your hands while you service me. If not, I will give Tiana that reward.”

  Tiana clenched her bottom and tried to pull her hips away when Audrey leaned forward stroking her naked slit with the soft warmth of her slender tongue. Soon, the strain of gravity and the slippery surface won out, as the determined lapping and purpose more than any hint of desire caused Tiana to writhe and clench, and her juices flowed. She spasmed when the tongue flicked her clit, and she tried to push further onto the wet muscle when it plunged inside of her.

  Tiana looked down at the head brushing her thighs, and she felt herself building towards orgasm. With no thought to tenderness, Audrey sucked her bead into her mouth, and Tiana’s eyes met Dillon’s amused gaze as she rocked into a gasping climax. She hung in humiliated defeat, while Audrey’s nipples were released and she knelt before Dillon, noisily working his cock with her mouth.

  Tiana remained stretched on the chains for several hours, alternating between quietly crying and retreating into shocked silence, as she continued to absorb the pain and her humiliating performance with Audrey. Audrey was somewhere beside her, dealing with her own torment in the darkness. When the lights flooded the trailer again, Tiana was willing to do anything to be let down from the chains.

  Dillon took Audrey to the washing station first, and when they returned she smirked at Tiana as she was led in front of her to be chained and wait for her meal. Tiana did her best not to acknowledge her. Dillon released her ankles first, and her strained legs swung towards the floor. He held her to keep her from collapsing when her wrists were released, and after several long minutes he guided her slowly to the washing station. Again she applied the burning cream, shrieking and doubling over when it smoothed over the welt on her labia.

  At last she was curled onto her mattress, crying into the thin pad and trying to muffle the sound of her despair. She was as agonized by the tremulous thoughts passing through her mind as she was with the residual bruising of the lashing.

  The following day, Dillon left her lying on the mattress with her wrists chained through the bars over her head. Tiana’s eyes widened and filled when he approached her with the dildo. It was a monstrous spongy device with an evil finger extending from the base. He wrapped a belt around her waist and inserted the device, pulling a strap attached to the back of the belt between her thighs and clipping it to a ring in the front of the wide band. She felt the vibrating finger buzz against her clit, and her hips began writhing at the continuous stimulation.

  While Dillon led Audrey through some unknown torture, Tiana worked towards the first of her many orgasms. She was exhausted by the time Dillon removed it to take her to the washing area. Instead of leading her back to the trailer when she was finished, he led her to the table again. Tiana sat on the edge and hitched out a sob when he pushed her down. He did not plunge into her straight away as she expected. but secured her wrist cuffs over her head, her ankles to the legs of the table, and crossed a wide strap over her midsection.


  Dillon had used needles before for the piercing, but his fingers were still slightly numbed by the calluses he had raised on the pads after years of fixing fences and manual work on the isolated ranch where he grew up. It made the needles difficult to hold, so he had resorted to the gun he used to attach ear tags to the cattle his father had raised.

  It was, unfortunately, less painful, but it was equally as traumatic for his slaves. Tiana heard the loud clack of the device as it punctured a hole through her nipple, and she cried more useless, pleading tears while the rings were aligned with the holes and twisted through her sore peaks. When her labia were spread, she began to plead and shriek. Dillon watched her slit, as he persistently brushed a finger through her folds until she eventually responded. Her clit emerged enough for him to press down on either side of the bead and work the nose of the gun around the small nub.

  Audrey sat up from her meal, and she smiled at Tiana’s echoing scream of pain. She had recognized the cracking slap of the piercing gun, and after the first two banging punches, she waited maliciously for the new slave to feel it between her legs.

  Tiana’s eyes practically rolled back into her head from the pain, and Dillon quickly slipped in the ring, sprayed the slightly burning antiseptic across the wounds, and unbound her. He pulled the girl up against him and stroked her back until he felt her registering the pain and begin to sob. God, his cock was aching to take her again, and he pumped his hard rod against the end of the table. Dillon froze when he felt the young woman’s arms reach around him.

  Tiana’s terror had caused her to pull the source of the comforting stroking closer against her, as her mind had not yet calmed enough for her to rationalize that the man had been the source of her agony. She was reacting solely on a physical level of need, and she did not want the sympathetic brushing down her back to stop. Dillon felt her arms slip away and drop back to her sides. He stepped back to look at her, and he saw that her gaze had returned to the frightened confusion reflecting her circumstances.