Carnal Slave (23 page)

After filling her mouth with saliva, she lathed every inch of the expensive leather, careful not to dampen it too much.

“Enough, pet. I’ve had a hard day.”

Bending so low her breasts scraped the cement floor, she stifled a moan. Too many of his days were hard and when they were, she paid the price. When she’d first been hauled below ground, she’d dreamed of freedom, but now she knew better. He’d never let that happen.

“I’m going to beat you and then fuck you.” He chuckled. “Then maybe I’ll get drunk and beat you some more.”

She never knew when he was playing with her mind or telling her straight out what he intended to do. Either way she had no choice but to wait. To wish she was dead.

“First I need to get you on your feet.”

Hot pain on her scalp brought tears to her eyes as he used her long, tangled hair to haul her onto her knees. Much as she wanted to grab his cock and squeeze it until he screamed in pain, he’d kill her if she did, and despite everything, she wasn’t ready to give up on life.

Close but not yet there.

With a grunt, he forced her onto her feet. She swayed trying to keep her imprisoned legs under her.

“Present.”

Head down in the subservient way he demanded, she lifted her arms. He grabbed hold of the chain between her wrists and yanked.

“Do it.”

Crying silently and without tears, she glanced up to see one of the many hooks dangling over her head. When he let go of the chain, she flipped it over the hook, imprisoning herself. He left her long enough to engage a pulley that stretched her out so her feet were nearly off the ground.

“Lovely.”

Master never complimented her, but he loved bending her body to his will. He’d taken countless pictures of her in the multitude of bondage positions his fertile mind came up with.

Waiting to see what he intended to do tonight, she gnawed on her lower lip.

“Feel the stretch here?” He ran his fingers over her taut sides. “And the way your legs twitch.” He raked her thighs. “No matter what I do—“ He grabbed her mons and squeezed. “you can’t stop me. Lovely. So lovely.”

Sometimes he fed off the sound of her distress while other times he wanted her silent.

Wondering which it would be tonight, she watched as he walked over to the table he kept filled with what he called his toys. His hands lingered over his collection of gags, then left them and pawed through what he’d named his tit kissers. All too soon he selected a couple of heavy, rusty clamps designed for hanging weights from.

“You can scream if you want to.” He held the clamps close to her face. Knowing what he wanted, she stared at them. “Fortunately I didn’t have any meetings today so I’m not fed up with listening to voices. Of course—“ He ran the clamps around her breasts in ever smaller circles. “I might change my mind. Remember the rules, screams but no begging.”

No matter how many times this had happened, she wasn’t ready for the cruel bite on her nipple. Gasping, she stared at herself. Old metal dangled from her breast like a dog gnawing on a bone.

“Well what do you know? I wasn’t sure I could get it to stay on without holding your breast in place and gotten a good bite. How about we see if my skill’s as good the second time.”

Not long after falling into his clutches, she’d realized he didn’t see her as a human being.

The few times she’d begged to be let go, he’d beaten her until she passed out. Lesson learned, she communicated in the only way he wanted—by responding to his sadistic control as the animal he’d turned her into would.

The second clamp seized her breast. Reacting to the pain, she threw back her head and tried to pull up her legs only to stop when that forced her wrists to take her full weight.

Sweating and shaking, she teetered on her toes.

“A little weight and we’ll get onto business.”

Despite her determination not to do so, she spun away when he tried to suspend a half pound weight from the first clamp. Chuckling, he waited until she’d swiveled as far as she could and then finished his job. Crying out, she bucked in her bonds.

“Lovely, lovely. You’re such a graceful dancer.”

She fought the application of the second weight, but he easily won that round as well.

Her tortured breasts pulled against her chest wall. He watched her suffer for the better part of a minute before returning to the table. The way he positioned himself so she couldn’t see what he was doing, she wondered if he’d brought something new to the evening’s lesson.

Eventually, she frantically reminded herself, her punishment and his pleasure would be over. He’d rape her then, and her overloaded body would climax. For a few precious seconds she’d remember that she’d once been a woman.

“This should be your size, maybe larger than you’d prefer.”

At first she didn’t comprehend what he was showing her, but all too soon she did. The hook was maybe three feet in length and twice as thick as his thumb. Rope was tied to the long straight section while the short part was rounded at the end.

“Designed for comfort.” He demonstrated by pressing the rounded metal against her belly. “No rough edges because I don’t want your pussy torn up so I can’t use it.”

Desperate pleas crowded against her teeth, but she knew better than to utter a sound.

This was what he called a teaching moment, time for her to concentrate fully.

“You resisted when I put you in the cage this morning. You know you have to be punished.”

She hadn’t fought being pushed into the small space, not that trying to change his mind would save her. The more submissive she was, the sooner her punishment would be over—maybe.

“You also have an unacceptable tendency to try to escape my lessons. This—“ He slid the shorter section between her legs in front. “Will hold you in place.”

Tremors wove through her as he pressed against the inside of one thigh to make room for the pussy hook. No matter how much she willed herself to relax, her sex channel tightened.

Undeterred, he slowly pushed it into her. Inch by inch he buried his latest toy deep inside her.

She’d been subjected to dildos and vibrators, but this was awful.

Finally the curve pressed against her mons. The invader couldn’t go any deeper. There was nothing left of her vagina, this monstrous thing had taken over. Master leaned the long section this way and then the other so the oversized dildo stressed her sex walls. She knew fear of course, but this took her in a new direction. Dread dug even deeper into her when he tied the rope to an overhead chain.

Wiping his hands in a self-satisfied gesture, he stepped back and studied her.

“Lovely. My own little fish caught on my own big hook.” Leaning forward, he slapped the metal tube pressing against her belly. “I’ve really done myself proud tonight. Between this—“ He slapped the tube again, making it vibrate inside her. “and these—“ He snapped the nipple weights. “You’re what I’d call hung up to dry.”

The pussy hook was intimidating, not painful. However, the weights more than made up for that.

He again left her and returned to the dreaded table. A too-familiar whistling sound sliced at her sanity. Much as she hated her weakness, she couldn’t take her gaze off him as she waited for his return. When he did it was too soon.

“Just because I didn’t have people yammering at me all the time doesn’t mean my day didn’t suck. Time to work off the tension. Thanks to my pet—“ He lovingly stroked her side. “I’ll sleep well.”

She was ready for the blow. After all, she’d survived countless whippings. But the second came too fast on the heels of the first. The nipple weights still swung. This blow too landed on her left flank. Like a fiery brand, it reached beneath flesh and reached her core.

He’d bought the horse whip from a local horse breeder, telling the man he was working with a headstrong filly. She was the filly, and it didn’t matter that she wasn’t headstrong and did everything she could to please this man she hated, he still whipped her.

On her flanks, thighs, calves, all over her arms, every inch of her ass. On either side of the pussy hook and rope that kept it lodged in her. Everywhere on her breasts except her nipples.

Her back. Feet.

He tore her apart, split her apart with pain, turned her against herself.

Then, when the whip had branded every inch of her, he released the tension on her arms and did the same to the hook. He stood her on her feet with her arms still over her head and the hook a part of her. Grinning, he studied her expression as he took off the weights. When she stopped sobbing, he freed her nipples. She screamed again. Less than human, she let her head sag so her hair obscured her vision.

“Good session, pet. One of the best.” Grabbing her chin, he kissed her cheek. “I might give you a break tomorrow night. Would you like that?”

“Yes, Master.”

He turned her head and kissed her other cheek. “After that I’ll see if I can top this.”

Half unconscious, she paid scant attention to what he’d said. Then he yanked up on the hook until the end in her became her total existence.

“Something for you to think about—I can always make it worse.”

Swamped by dread, she focused on him.

“You look like shit. A horse rode hard and put away wet. I, on the other hand, am ready to be rewarded for all my hard work.”

Because she’d heard him say those things before, she waited to be let down. He started by unlocking her legs but leaving the metal around her left ankle for easy reattachment. Under his guidance, the hook slurped out of her. When it was gone she felt empty and a little lost.

Finally he let her lower her arms. Renewed circulation made them tingle and then burn. Her wrists were still locked together of course.

He turned his back on her and strode through an open doorway. Hurting everywhere, she followed him like the well-trained creature he’d made her into. She walked over to the queen sized bed and sank to her knees to wait.

When he’d taken off all his clothes, folded them, and placed them on the nearby chair, he stretched out on his back in the middle of the bed. At his grunt, she stood. His dark, hard cock pointed at the ceiling.

“Ride me, pet.”

She never knew what he wanted in the way of sex. Thank goodness he wasn’t interested in her rear entrance or mouth tonight. Careful not to touch him any more than necessary, she straddled him. He took hold of his cock and aimed it at her pussy hole. Her mind locked on her still-throbbing body as she slowly sank down onto him. Even though she immediately started bouncing up and down, he repeatedly slapped her thighs. Pain threatened to distract her, but she forcefully held onto the sparks arching through her sex. The faster she went, the stronger the sparks. Somehow she held back her release until his cum flooded her. Then, hating both of them, she climaxed.

“Get off me!” He shoved her onto the floor.

Fortunately the so-called bedroom was carpeted because she’d landed on her breasts.

Every muscle in her begged to be let go for the rest of the night. She was still trying to decide whether she had the strength to stand when a door creaked.

Sitting, Willow tried to shake off her disconnect with her surroundings. Since being captured, she’d become hyper-sensitive to what was going on around her. Unfortunately, the explicit dream refused to let go. As a result, she wasn’t sure what she was looking at when a man stepped into her stall. Belatedly, her training kicked in, and she scrambled to her feet.

“You’ve been asleep.”

Master Damek’s voice instantly brought her fully back to reality, and she nodded. He’d left after saying he had to attend to things related to her future. Growing more tense by the second, she waited.

“Let’s go outside.”

His tone instantly had her off-balance. When he turned and walked back the way he’d come, she struggled with the need to remain where she was. However, that might anger him so, feeling as if she was leaving a place of safety, she trudged after him. It seemed strange not to have a leash connected to her collar. Maybe his intention was to prove how malleable she’d become.

What choice did she have? Fighting would accomplish nothing.

The bright sun made her blink repeatedly. Relishing the small illusion of freedom, she lifted her arm and shielded her eyes with her hand.

Two sturdy young men wearing white T-shirts and jeans were constructing what she took to be a platform. They stopped working and stared at her, prompting her to set her bare shoulders and turn from them. Several women were in the corral, jogging in the endless circles she knew all too well. One trainer stood near the gate watching their progress. Instead of heading toward it, Master Damek led the way around to the back of the house. She saw that an addition had been added to the main structure. Still not looking back at her, he entered it. After taking a deep breath, she followed suit. As the door closed behind her, she wondered if she’d regret not trying to escape.

Master Damek had taken her into an office of sorts. The desk looked new and expensive, the computer monitor one of the largest she’d seen. A small wood filing cabinet was next to the desk. Blinds kept all but thin lines of daylight out. She became aware of the strange man sitting at the desk. Unlike the workmen, he showed no interest in her.

“You’re lucky I’m already here for the auction,” the slender, nearly bald man who looked to be in his late fifties said to Master Damek. “Tomorrow I’ll be too busy to deal with you. I won’t tell you how unusual this is because you know.” Sighing, he began tapping the keyboard.

“You would have found time,” Master Damek said. “As long as it has something to do with Carnal’s bottom line you make it a priority.”