Jason threaded his fingers through his wavy hair while he held one of her arms and walked towards the side. He hooked a chain through the back of her collar and pushed the lever until it pulled her to a seated position in the center of the beam. Quickly securing her ankles, she shrieked with her full weight resting on her pussy and a two-inch beam. The man’s hand gripped her chin.
“Eeese. Ow,” she screamed, searching frantically through the darkness. Her labia were being crushed, and her feet scrabbled along the smooth angled sides, trying to lift her bottom.
Fuck. Jason wanted to train this one for pain. Even with what should be fear, her brown nipples were flat. She had not zoned out on him, at least. Fuck. She would have to be a compromise. He would train her for pleasure and see if he could build some kind of arousal from her. Punishment, the torturing devices he did not use on J, might gain him some footing with her.
Sierra sensed him walking away, and she remained shrieking and wailing, scrabbling her feet and pressing her thighs to get away from the crushing agony. She heard a whistling sound and a pressure on her breasts where the soft tissue of her nipples met her speckled mounds. A second later, there was a burning that surmounted the pain between her thighs. He whipped me. Sierra heard the whistle again and the pain ripped across her stomach. “Eeee… oh, eeee,” she shrieked. The cane marked her breasts, belly, and thighs, before he stopped.
“We will go through this exercise every morning and evening, S, until you learn to obey me.” Jason stormed to J’s cage, ignoring her excitement when he pushed her across the table and slammed into her. To her delight, when he finished he strapped her to the chair with a vibrator rolling inside her.
A, frightened by the familiar sounds echoing across the room, shuffled slowly out of her cage. She was trembling in fear. It had been several days since she had done more than scan the room anxiously through her deep blue, blind eyes.
“Strapado, A. I want you to display without complaining.”
“Yes, Master.” Amy allowed herself to be led without balking. He unwrapped the ropes from her arms, and she barely felt the numbed appendages being raised over her back. She would bite her lips off before she would cry and risk whatever torture S was going through.
Jason walked upstairs, and with one of the angled cameras in the basement he snapped a close up of Sierra spread across the beam. He e-mailed it to Makoto and called him. “Pretty girl,” Makoto commented.
“Gorgeous,” Jason agreed. “I anticipated using her as the other pain offering. I figured with her quiet nature and large stance, it would work.”
“I take it you’ve reevaluated.”
“She’s as strong as an ox, Makoto… maybe from lifting boxes. Hell, I don’t know. There’s no sports or fitness crap in her background. Her mind is so rattled that she hasn’t even let fear get hold of her. Her pain tolerance is low, so I was planning on tossing her to pleasure and punishment as a compromise. So far, I haven’t been able to catch my breath to judge her passion.”
“So?” Makoto queried.
“I’m probably going to have to really break her to work with her. With her size and strength, she’s not going to be workable for auction, otherwise. I just wanted to see if you’d like to try her for domestic before I go ahead with my plans.”
Makoto laughed. “I think I’ll leave the Amazon queen with you, Jason. I don’t see her calmly handling domestic chores in our type of social setting.”
“Hell, I’ll be ready for a year off after her,” Jason muttered. His cock twitched at the thought of his upcoming sabbatical.
“You’d better get her off that thing, before she splits in two,” Makoto chuckled.
Jason thumped back downstairs. J was happy with her climatic exercises, A was silent and concentrating on staying on her toes, and S was almost catatonic with quiet sniffles and moans. “I’m taking you off the horse and you will drop to your knees and suck my cock. The slightest hesitation and I put you back on and whip you again.”
Sierra cried, but held her screaming. She had never had a man’s penis in her mouth before, but if it meant getting down off this horrible beam, she would do it. The softness and salty taste were unusual, but nothing she could not handle. That beam… that torturing piece of wood… that was something she could not handle.
Her head pulled back when he began to spurt into her mouth, but he held tight with both hands to keep her in place. Damn, she’s strong. Why the hell is she so strong? Jason decided to do some more investigating into her background. Lifting a couple of cases of books did not account for the girl’s strength.
Sierra had no idea how strong she had become. Her family consisted of big boned farmers and they leaned towards obesity. She was terrified of becoming like her sisters and barely able to fit into chairs. The big boned structure and heavy genes had skipped her, although, because she was so tall, she did not recognize the fact.
She had spent a good deal of her first paychecks at second hand sports stores and garage sales to build a full workout station in her spare bedroom. For three years, she worked out two hours a day… every day… no exceptions. She had not realized that she could now bench press more weight than most men her size. When she looked in the mirror, Sierra continued to see a red headed, freckled, fat version of herself, and she hid behind loose clothes.
He sees how ugly I am. It won’t matter to him if he hurts me. Sierra was aware that there were at least two other girls being held captive, and she imagined them to be beautiful young women. She knew she was the discard and the ridiculous looking girl her abductor would amuse himself with.
After she completed the horrible act and licked the thick tube as he had ordered, the man had locked her back in her cage. Sierra hitched a sob. He’s done with his ugly beast, for a while.
Jason walked upstairs and opened a beer. He sat in the living room to go through Sierra’s purse. It was actually more of a book bag, which was not a surprise. The contents were. There were two diet books and a large journal. Where he expected to be reading a diary, there were pages and pages of calorie counting and detailed information of an incredibly strict exercise regime. It left absolutely no time for a social life, and it was obvious the young woman never missed a single day of strengthening her body.
It was not until he went through her wallet and saw her family photos that Jason began to figure it out. Huge people filled the frames, with Sierra huddled towards the back, hiding and nervously smiling. He looked over at the torn baggy clothes on the floor. It took a few moments, and then Jason smiled. He knew how to work with his new pleasure slave.
Jason fed the girls dinner and locked them into their cages. A few hours later, they heard him come down and the sound of S’s cage being unlocked. She trembled and quietly cried, but did not fight him. Her pussy was bruised and aching, and the welts throbbed.
Sierra allowed herself to be secured to the table, and she cringed when his fingers touched her breast. She felt a cool ointment or lotion easing the pain from the red marking. “You are quite beautiful, S. I hope it does not take many lashings to break through your disobedience.”
Sierra blushed in furious denial and she turned her head towards the cages. Her eyes filled with tears. How dare he make fun of me? He can whip me all he wants, but why lie to me? People had laughed at Sierra’s awkward stature, with her pixie freckled looks on a gangly giant, almost her entire life. Even her sisters told her they were lucky to escape the red hair and freckles.
He laid a cool rag over her pussy while he put the lotion on the welt on her thighs. “Such long, slender legs. You are a statuesque beauty, S.”
Slender? He’s got to see the puckered fatty skin. Stop it, she begged silently.
“Let’s see. You’re five-ten, and your journal says you weigh one thirty-five. I saw the pictures of your family,” he chuckled. “Those sisters have to weigh in at one hundred pounds more. I bet their legs weigh more than you do. They must be so jealous. You were awarded the body and the flaming hair, an
d they ended up washed out brunettes with round faces.”
Sierra was still bright red, but she listened and gazed into the darkness. She saw herself fat in the mirror, but she had never considered that she truly did weigh more than one hundred pounds less than either Lisa or Judy. This made no sense. She knew she was fat. Sierra was positive there was a distinct waddle when she walked, and her thighs brushed together. Not my thighs, really. The loose pants. And the red hair… I guess I wasn’t teased so much in high school.
Jason was rubbing her nipples again, and they finally began to firm. Just a fractured ego. It was a strange situation. Usually, he worked on breaking the pride out of his captives, not building it up. He brushed lower down her belly and watched the freckled skin rise in little bumps. Jason lifted the cloth and gently trailed a finger through copper curls.
Sierra squirmed and tried to shift her bottom. “Be still, S. Just relax and let me touch you.”
Oh god. Sierra had used her own fingers on herself, but never a man. Well, except for Andy Clayburn in the barn a few times. Oh god. Sierra could not imagine that a man knew where to touch. She began crying and turning impossibly flushed with embarrassment. I’m wet. Oh god. I’m getting wet. The man was going to think she was a slut. A fat, ugly slut. But, I’m not fat. He said I’m not. And he says he likes my hair. The small thoughts of unexpected confidence pushed her into a squealing orgasm that surprised both of them.
“I knew it,” Jason said. Sierra thought it sounded as though he was smiling while she sucked huge gasps through her mouth. “I knew you were a passionate woman. No one could be so beautiful and not be filled with desire.”
Sierra thought that the way he spoke to her was straight out of a romance novel. There was nothing sappy when he said the words, and a part of her was beginning to believe him.
Through the next few weeks, Jason continued to convince her how desirable she was. It was getting to be a contest between J and S as to who was anticipating his appearance more. It was strange, but J did not seem jealous of S. She continued to scowl occasionally when A was called on. He had no idea the affect the first tormenting morning S spent in the cellar had had on J. J was still convinced that if S screwed up, she would be punished in ways that J never was.
While Sierra was having her ego rebuilt in Jason’s dungeon, her outside life was being torn apart. She was wrong about the neighbors. When she did not show up by Saturday morning, they broke into her side of the duplex and cleaned it out. They sold everything they could for drug money, transferred food to their own side, and split clothes they considered salvageable. Everything else they threw on a bonfire they made out back, lit by stacks of her books.
When the landlord did not receive his weekly payment on Sunday and he saw that she had moved, he cursed at the mess Sierra had left. He moved a hollow eyed couple in on Monday. Maddie thought something was off on Tuesday, but she still did not voice concerns until Wednesday. When police reported that Sierra had moved out of her apartment, Maddie was disappointed that the girl she considered a friend had not at least called to say goodbye before moving to Overland or Napier for the new job she must have found.
* * * * *
September 7th - Police received a report on a possible missing twenty-one year old woman. Sierra Marsh was last seen a week ago, leaving a bus stop and walking towards her job at the Singleton Shopping Plaza. Since that time, her family and employer have told authorities they have not heard from her.
Neighbors stated that Ms. Marsh moved from her apartment on Saturday, and her employer admitted the young woman was looking for other employment. Her family has issued the statement that the young woman had always expressed wishes to leave the farmlands and rural life in Arkansas.
The police have filed the report as closed, and anyone with information is urged to call Nicki Sorrell at the Napier Herald. - N. Sorrell; Napier Herald Newspaper.
“What the hell are you doing, Nicki? We can’t print this.”
“Max, please. I have a feeling about this. This is the third month in a row that a young woman has disappeared,” Nicki argued.
“Disappeared, hell. They think the first one ran off with a boyfriend, the second one is out spending her daddy’s money, and this one has moved, Nicki. Her job was ending and she decided to get the fuck out of Singleton.” Max ran his fingers through his hair. “Shit, everyone is getting the hell out of Singleton.”
“But, Max, Janice didn’t date. Everyone says so. Maybe Amy took off, but she hasn’t used any credit cards for over a month. Sierra was real close to the owner of the bookstore. She worked there since it opened, three years ago. The owner says she never missed a single day. No way would the girl take off without saying goodbye.”
“Nicki, I’m telling you. There is no story. Now, if we print something that’s going to start scaring the hell out of people, I’m going to have the police and god knows who else breathing down my neck.”
“Please don’t cut it, Max. Something’s going on. I can feel it.”
“I’m sorry, Nicki. I can’t run the newspaper on your feelings for things. If the police revise their stance on the women, the story is yours.”
Nicki gave in, popped a pill, and drove home. She was resting in a warm bubble bath within the hour, with candles and soft music to go with a warm glass of red wine.
She had no close friends, other than Max. The two had fumbled through a yearlong relationship and eventually called it quits. The only way that Nicki could get aroused was with a blindfold and her hands bound tightly behind her. She lay back in the warm water and let her mind drift… back to college… back to darkness… and a stranger in a van.
Her finger lowered to her pussy and she began stroking her wet slit while she bruised a nipple, pinching it between two nails. As usual, her climax was a passionate gasp that ripped through her. It was an experience and feeling Nicki craved, and one that Max and straight sex could never accomplish.
Chapter V
“Do you think the Master has left again?” A whispered.
“I think so. It seems to be the only time he doesn’t get us rigged up in the morning,” J answered.
S was amazed that the other young women were speaking. “Isn’t he going to hear us?” she whispered.
“If he does record it, he doesn’t punish us,” J answered. In truth, she had only spoken to A the last time the Master left. “The other times he’s left like this, he’s brought another slave back.”
“What’s going to happen to us? I mean, he can’t keep bringing girls back. He must get rid of them, somehow,” A whispered.
“Unless we’re the first,” S suggested. “But, the Master seems pretty well organized for that.”
The girls were silent for a moment. “I just hope I live,” A said. “I’ll do anything he wants, as long as he won’t kill me.”
The girls were quiet after that. They wondered if it would come down to a contest… and they wondered if any of them would be winners.
The Master came home a long time later, and the girls listened from their cages as another young woman was introduced to the cellar. This one was quiet, and she spent the night crying into her mattress.
In the morning, she had to be pulled out of her cage, but she made her way to the Master by the time he counted down from ten. Slave O was scared to death. She just did not want him to hurt her, and she wanted to go home.
Olivia had ended a two-year relationship last spring, and she had moved from the city to Arkansas. After studying real estate listings, it seemed like an affordable place to eventually buy a few acres for horses. Jasper Community Junior College was within driving distance of her apartment, and someday she wanted to go to school and get a law degree… after she took a high school equivalency exam.
Olivia was slightly confused about things, and she had no idea that a two-year college was not a streamlined version of a regular university. She thought she had planned well by discovering how much money she could save, by applying herself and earning
a law degree in two years.
Olivia pictured herself aggressively arguing in court against injustices such as reverse age discrimination about old, rich people getting discounts that young people her age needed. It was a pet peeve, and would be her first winning case. Three months ago, in an effort to follow her dream to become an attorney, she had picked up a book to study for her high school diploma. The test was not for another month so she had not actually opened it yet.
Olivia had many plans and dreams that swirled through her mind and never seemed to come to fruition, though she stayed optimistic. After all, she had moved to Arkansas, even though her apartment only looked out onto a ranch. She had managed to sparsely furnish the living room with a sleeper sofa and other garage sale stuff. She never cooked, so the kitchen was empty. A real coup was landing the job at the Overland Law Offices, filing and running errands and learning the ins and outs of a law firm for when she had earned her degree. All in all, Olivia considered her life was right on track.
Friday afternoon, the partners at the law office were working late, as usual. Olivia was supposed to get off at five, and she mumbled when they sent her for sandwiches. “What was that, Olivia?” Gerald Freemont called out.
Shit. “Nothing, sir. I’ll be right back.” Olivia grabbed her purse and headed for the elevator. “If they keep wanting me to work until seven on Fridays, they should pay me overtime. I might have plans and stuff.”
As entry level, Olivia did not make enough money for ‘plans and stuff’. The cute little Italian was five three, with straight, glossy black hair that swung to her hips and amber eyes with a golden glow. Her breasts were a little large for her frame, but nothing a man would complain about. As pretty as she was, and as good as she was in the sack, men still lost interest after a few dates… and women simply would not put up with the challenge of being a friend to a gorgeous little ditz.
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