Jason watched through the cameras. The girl’s determination and will were strong. They would benefit her with her training in the future. He rose and walked downstairs, smirking at the anticipation in J’s face as she gripped the bars on her door and stared blankly towards his footsteps. Jason pressed the lever to lower the chain, and A sank slowly to her knees. He unhooked her wrist cuffs and she sank to the cold floor and curled up.
Jason walked over to the chair and sat down. “Come, A. You have thirty seconds.”
Amy stared at nothing for a moment, and then groaned while she struggled to her knees. Her body was shaking from the hours of strain, but she managed to slide a leg forward. By the time she reached him, his slow count had been on ten… and tears were sliding down her cheeks.
Amy felt his hand on the back of her head and he pulled it onto his thigh. He sifted the white strands through his fingers. “You understand you will not be ransomed,” he stated. He felt her nod. “You understand you can not get out of this cellar. There is a locked door at the top of the stairs.” She nodded again.
God. Just get this over with. Do whatever the hell you want, and let me go. She felt his hand on her arm again. He lifted her and walked her to her cage. Amy crawled in and curled onto the mattress, staring in the direction of the passionate gasps coming from the cage further down. The man’s footsteps had ascended back upstairs.
The next morning, she was leaning back against the bars when she heard him come back. Her door was unlocked and she quivered. Amy heard him across the room, calling to her. “Come, A.”
Her muscles ached from the constricted position he had chained her in the day before, and her legs and feet were scraped and sore. The welts on her thighs and bottom were a dull reminding throb of the agony of his belt. She was certain there were worse punishments he would dole out if she continued to balk at his orders. Amy had spent part of the night considering the other captive. She had no idea how long the girl had been part of this nightmare, but she seemed to be making her way unharmed by somewhat accepting her captivity.
Amy worked her way out of the cage and she managed to lean against the bars to stand. Her legs hurt too badly to crawl. Instead of sweeping for obstacles, she took very small steps. After some navigation and following the countdown, she felt his hands on her shoulders. “Eeese,” she whispered.
Jason tilted her chin, as if she could look into his face. “Be still, A.” He knew it had cost her a lot to finally reduce herself to begging.
Amy felt herself being guided back into a chair. Her hands were lifted over the back and hooked behind the seat. Fingers reached behind her head, and a collar she did not even realize she was wearing was locking her into an upright position. This bothered her. She had thought she was naked, except for the ankle and wrist cuffs. Why didn’t I notice the collar? Because… wearing a collar makes you his slave. Amy realized that something in her mind had refused to acknowledge the leather band.
Her tired muscles tried to keep her legs together when the man gripped an ankle. It was easy for him to secure it to the bottom leg of the chair, but she had swayed the other one so that it rested tightly beside it. “Come on, little one. Let’s see what ya’ got,” the man said. It did not take much strength for the Jason to spread her thighs and get the other ankle locked into place.
Belts on the chair locked around her knees, thighs, waist, and below and above her small chest. Amy could not move and she was squeezing her eyes closed with embarrassment, even though she could not see a thing with them open. A few seconds later, she felt his fingers pinching and pulling her small nipples.
Amy shook her head and whined softly while Jason worked the pale pink flesh to puckered nodes. He slid clamps on the bases and he placed his hands on her thighs when she tried to lift her bottom off the chair while she wailed. You can handle this. You’re just not used to a little pain. Jason noted there was not too much fear in her features. Her expression was slightly confused and hurt.
Amy opened her eyes again and turned her head down towards her breasts. Her nipples were being pinched hard by something like clothespins and she wondered why the man was doing this. She had come to him like he had asked her to do. A few seconds later, she felt his fingers on her pussy. He was stroking her, and she began shaking her head and crying again. No. Oh, please. Don’t do this. Amy could already feel herself getting wet. Something soft and rubbery slid inside of her, and a low buzzing came from her crotch as the dildo began to vibrate. She whined in pleading humiliation as the seat beneath her began to get damp.
Jason pinched her engorged nipples, red now from the trapped blood. The girl did not fly into more of a panic, and he could see from the flush spreading across her face, neck, and chest that she was primarily embarrassed more than in real pain.
Amy screamed and she tried to rub her hips to dislodge the device in her pussy. Stop. Oh, god. Stop doing this to me.
Jason was not finished. He picked up two gold hoops and held them up against her nipples. While she shrieked and leaked cream onto the seat, he pierced her nipples, leaving them clamped for the moment. Jason stroked her slit and felt the stiff nub of her clit poking out, and extremely sensitive and accessible. He wiggled it twice and she almost climaxed before he could seat the clamp.
“Aahh… oh,” Amy wailed miserably, while her pussy betrayed her and tried to grip the slick dildo and gain enough hold to offer her relief. The ring sliding through her clit was agonizing, and yet she still clasped her muscles around the vibrator to absorb its arousing torment.
Without preamble, the man turned it off and removed it. Amy cried softly, half in frustration and half with relief. Her rest was to be short lived. Amy felt something soft and flat slip through the ring he had pierced through her clit. It clipped onto the top of the ring, and when it switched on it shivered against the taut, painful bead. Even with the new piercing, even with him pinching her clamped nipples and tugging gently at the new hoops, she climaxed with a shrieking scream that caused J to glare angrily across the room.
Master walked back to the cages and let J service him. He said quietly, “Ah, my jealous pleasure slave. Do you want me to pierce your nipples and pussy, too?”
J gasped. She had no idea he had been torturing the other slave. She smiled in satisfaction around the cock in her mouth, and bobbed her head up and down with renewed commitment.
Amy was led slowly through other horrendous devices in the cellar, while J relieved his pent up arousal from A’s performances. Where J was allowed frequent climaxes, A was kept on the edge of her passion until Jason was satisfied with her tormented display. Jason would roll her agony into a frenzied climax, and by the end of the month she was beginning to understand her connection to pleasure and pain. There were still three months left to prepare her for shipment, and Jason was encouraged by her response.
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August 3rd - Arbor Heights Police have confirmed the disappearance of the twenty year old granddaughter of founding business entrepreneur Harvey Thornton. Amy Thornton vanished from her Arbor Heights apartment, after her early morning route delivering the Napier Herald.
As yet, there has been no demand for ransom. Brad Johnson, a co-worker who had spoken to Ms. Thornton before they left to drive their delivery routes, said she mentioned she was considering a short vacation in Florida. Ms. Thornton’s car was still in its assigned parking space at the apartment complex and none of her credit cards have been used since the young woman stopped for gas before delivering her papers. Unconfirmed sources state Brad Johnson is a person of interest in Ms. Thornton’s disappearance.
The police are urging anyone with information to come forward. They are continuing to check airlines for a possible cash ticket purchase. Ms. Thornton’s parents are considering offering a reward within the next few days. - N. Sorrell; Napier Herald Newspaper.
What a couple of assholes. Their daughter is missing, and they’re merely considering a reward? Thank god no one was holding the girl for ransom. Nicki
read through her report, before sending it on for print. Shit. They never found out what happened to that co-ed from Jasper last month.
The Napier Herald covered news for five small towns, each with sprawling populations of around five thousand. The Police Departments consisted of half a dozen men on each force, with volunteers pitching in for the really big stuff… like rival football games between Napier and Jasper.
Nicki frowned and searched her computer. She re-read the article on Janice Clarke. No sign of her had been found and witness reports ran from useless to absurd. Nicki had actually heard of Amy Thornton. Every time the family farted, it made the news. She had followed the socialite’s career through school and her acceptance at some ritzy college back east. After that… zilch. Nicki assumed she had left for the school when the monthly updates from the family had stopped.
The next morning, Nicki approached her supervisor about doing a follow up article about what Amy was up to after high school. After he hung up from a quick discussion with her parents, Nicki was told to drop it. “I get the idea, that the young woman did not exactly conform to her family’s wishes,” Max chuckled.
Chapter IV
J brushed a quick stroke of her chin across her Master’s fingers when he set the bowl in the cage. Jason caught her smile. The little touches were something she thought she was stealing from him. He placed A’s bowl of food beside her water and he ordered her to turn around.
Amy hoped that he would be loosening the ropes. He had her tied from her wrists to two inches above her elbows, forcing her arms to stretch and touch the entire length. A vibrator had been set on a low setting all night, shivering inside her channel and over her clit. It was just enough to keep her on edge, but not enough to allow her to orgasm and forget the pain in her shoulders.
“You will not climax without permission, A.”
“Yes, Master.” Amy had also figured out that the room they were in was monitored. Jason’s footsteps disappeared upstairs. It was the first morning since her capture that he had not stayed downstairs to at least bind her to a device for the day.
Amy heard a whisper, but she was too frightened to answer. “The Master is going to bring back another one.”
Amy knelt back, afraid to speak. Whoever the other captive was, Amy learned through sounds that the Master did different things with her. She could not ever remember hearing the other slave scream. Amy curled up on the mattress, trying to ignore the ropes cutting into her arms and the distracting buzzing in her crotch. In a way, she wished the slave named J would whisper again… but in a bigger way Amy hoped she kept quiet. She was afraid it would open a floodgate of questions that she would be punished for. J chose silence, and the girls spent the day wondering who would be joining them.
Jason turned up the volume on the recorder before he left, and he made sure the cameras were sweeping the cement floor below. The girls were still silently eating when he walked out to his van.
Singleton Shopping Plaza was on the outskirts of town. When leased to capacity, it was supposed to hold an anchor store and six smaller shops. It had been built when the market turned south and the housing subdivision that was supposed to support it was never finished. Only three houses were completed and only two of the smaller units had been rented in the Plaza.
The anchor store had backed out on its lease when the plans for the subdivision had crashed. The nearest neighborhood with potential customers was five miles away, with an established mall between them. Without the anchor store to cover costs at the Singleton Shopping Plaza site, the outside security system was never installed. There was a discount store hanging on by a thread and a bookstore coffee shop that was set to close in January.
Sierra waved to the bus driver when she climbed down the steps. She looked across the empty parking lot. She did not have to open the bookstore until eight, but this far out, the buses only ran on the hour. It meant she arrived at seven, and she used the time to put on her makeup and get the coffee brewing.
Maddie was in tears when she told Sierra that she had to close the store at the end of her lease in January. Sierra was not surprised. Sometimes, full days went by with no customers. She knew that Maddie was only keeping her on because Sierra had been with her when the store opened three years ago.
Maddie knew that Sierra was looking for another job. The shy young woman loved working at the bookstore and she had checked out the one at the mall. They said they might be able to use her over Christmas, but Sierra did not want to leave Maddie to close the shop by herself. Unless something full-time came up, she would hang on until the end.
Sierra worked Friday, Monday and Wednesday. For some stupid reason, the books were delivered early Friday morning. Maddie had to either agree to let them leave the boxes out back by the dumpster, or show up at four in the morning to accept them. The buses did not run that early or Sierra would have offered to sign for them. Heck, she could sleep with her head on one of the reading desks. Maddie tried to show up for a few months, and then she agreed to have the books dropped off.
Perhaps the worst part was that they had been operating that way for over two years and no one had ever stolen them. Sierra realized the irony that the Plaza was not even busy enough to attract thieves. Maddie had stopped paying the in-store monitoring a year ago in an effort to cut costs. Still, it made Sierra nervous knowing books might be stacked out behind the store, so she went in the rear entrance on Fridays to hustle the boxes inside. Of course, with the store closing Maddie had cut the deliveries to once every few weeks. Sierra would not know if books would be waiting until she got to the back of the store.
Sierra’s long stride carried her quickly across the pavement. She was almost five foot ten, with fire-red hair picking up flashes of the morning sun beaming across the concrete. Her eyes were green, and freckles dotted her entire body as if splattered by a paintbrush. The loose sweaters and slacks she wore did not disguise her voluptuous shape. Unfortunately, the red hair and freckles had done their work with taunting and teasing while Sierra was a child, and she was painfully shy. She lived her life through the books that she read and did not feel as though she was missing much of life.
She walked along the side of the building and noticed the weeds bursting up along the edge of the store wall. The owners had been gradually slacking on maintenance and Sierra doubted they would be by again, now that the store was closing. She rounded the corner and walked towards the dumpster. No boxes. At least putting books up would have kept her busy for a while. Sierra sighed and dug into her purse for the store key.
She walked towards the door and was just about to put her key into the lock when a body slammed into her. Sierra’s chest banged into the metal door and it knocked the wind out of her. Just as she gasped for breath, a hand covered her mouth. There was some kind of rag pressed against her face. Oh my god, Sierra thought in surprise, just before her eyes closed.
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A and J huddled on their mattresses, listening to the new slave girl. S, they learned, was wailing and sobbing in fright. It seemed so long ago when they had been abducted to their fate with the Master. Eventually, they heard the cage on the left side of A being opened. There was still an empty cell between A and J.
The girl wailed and cried all night, it seemed. A had lost track, with the ropes still numbing her arms and her crotch on fire with arousal. J tried to bury her ears in the thin mattress and raise her shoulders enough to block out the sound.
In the morning, there were screams when the girl crashed around the room, trying to find her escape while the Master calmly called out the countdown. Naturally, the blundering girl failed, and the Master had her secured on the other side of the room. Whippy sounds and shrieks were giving J a headache. A part of J’s mind anticipated the Master coming to her for relief when he was finished tormenting S.
Sierra had no idea what had happened. She woke on a table with strange belts tying her down, her mouth pried open, and in darkness. The man told her she was a slave. He told her
she was blind. And then, he began cutting her clothes away. His finger traced her freckles all over her body, as if he were following some strange map. It moved over her breasts, down her belly, and even over her sex.
All she could think of were the stories she had read. For an entire summer she had read books about serial murders and rapists until it creeped her out too much. It took a six-month dose of sappy romance novels, before she could sleep with the lights off again. The man put her in a cage, and Sierra cried almost all night as the futility of fighting her situation sank in.
Through her books, Sierra had learned that the trick was giving the police a good trail within the first days of the kidnapping. Maddie rarely even called the store during the day. Neither of them saw the sense in opening the store on weekends, because everyone shopped at the big mall. There was every possibility that Sierra would not even be missed until Tuesday or Wednesday… maybe even longer. The people on the other side of her ratty duplex were either stoned or drunk most of the time. They would not notice she had not come home. Sierra almost laughed with hysteria when she realized the first person to consider that she was missing might be her bus driver.
In the morning, the man pulled her from her cage. She ran blindly through the room banging into things, looking for a wall to follow to a door. He was counting and she panicked, trying to find a way out. A strong hand grabbed her upper arms from behind and she was wrestled against an angled piece of furniture.
Jason discovered the quiet book mouse was surprisingly strong. He wedged a knee between her legs and lifted her off the ground by her crotch. His hands wrapped around her waist, and before she could slam her bound fists into his groin, he pushed her forward. Her breasts split on either side of the triangular horse and she screamed while he pushed her forward.
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