JASON (5 page)

Jason looked at the contemptuous excitement on J’s face. After only a month, he could see that his young slave was possessive and jealous of his attentions. This would probably change when she realized that A’s training, would take a decidedly different path than her own.

Amy heard a clanging and she opened her eyes. It was still nighttime, and she was trying to search for her alarm clock to see if it was time to deliver the papers. She stretched, and her feet connected with bars. Everything hit her at once, and she scrambled away from the door and blinked in the direction of the sound.

“Come, A.” Over the many times he had issued that first order, only one girl had sobbed and reluctantly shuffled towards him. This one followed the majority, and Jason reached in and grabbed one small ankle.

“Astard,” Amy shrieked through the ring gag. Her other leg kicked furiously at his hand. “Astard,” she shrieked again.

J knelt in her cage, moaning as she approached climax. Her fingers were soaked and she imagined the Master’s face… although, she had never seen it… grimacing in anger.
Stupid girl.
She heard the smacking of the girl’s foot against the bars and the Master’s arm.

It was easy to pull the girl out of the enclosure. Jason left her sprawled on the concrete and he resumed his position in the chair. The girl raised up on her knees, shaking in anger while she searched the room. She cocked her head to the side, listening for him.

Oh, you’re a smart little thing. So much fun to break.
There was no way that this girl was destined to submit to pleasure or compromise. She was definitely a pain slave. It would be the only way to break through her stubborn resolve. Jason had studied her background and he knew the girl had been raised with an unconscious notion that she was in charge of people that did not hold her social standing. She had ordered household servants since she was a child, and had managed to slough off the side work at her waitress job without even realizing it.
No, you’d be difficult to break for the sole purpose of pleasuring another... but, you don’t know pain, Amy. I bet daddy never even spanked that little bottom of yours.

Amy heard confusing, gasping breaths from beside her. It was the other one… but were they part of her abduction? For some reason, Amy did not think so. Whoever they were, they also were not trying to help her. Amy listened and could not hear the man who had kidnapped her.

She slowly crawled forward on her knees, and within a few feet she felt another cage. This sent a chill through her. The panting was coming from a few feet in front of her, and it was beginning to dawn on Amy that the unusual quick breathing might be coming from another victim.
Fuck. This means the guy’s done this before.

Her thoughts were confirmed when she brushed J’s cage and the girl inside gasped. J continued to ‘be still’ while the excitement of having the new slave near her caused her to lean forward. She could smell the faint flowery fragrance of perfume or soap. A snarl hissed through the bars, and J quickly drew back.

Amy heard the woman… she was certain it was a girl… making sounds like she was having sex. The other girl sniffed through the bars, and Amy was completely grossed out. The woman was smelling her while attempting to get her rocks off. Amy shuffled forward some more, away from the unpleasant inhabitant of the cage.

She stayed on her knees, memorizing things she was connecting with. There were two cages to the right of hers and a long cabinet. Amy figured that the man was watching her, and he would stop her when she neared the exit. This would still give her an indication which way to run if she got the chance.

Jason sat back in the chair, intrigued at how the girl methodically mapped the room. She was smart enough not to stand and risk tripping in the unfamiliar space. Somehow, the girl had bypassed the steps. “A little to your left,” he chuckled.

“Astard,” she screamed. Amy searched wildly through the darkness, spittle dripping from her chin.

“Come to me. Follow the sound of my voice, A. You have thirty seconds.”

“Uck ooo. Uck ooo, astard.” Amy had begun to sob out of anger, and she deliberately turned to the left, hoping the door to escape really
was
in that direction. She shuffled quickly on her knees, scraping them on the rough concrete.
Evidence. DNA, you bastard. Bet you didn’t think of that, asshole.

“Twenty-five seconds.”

Amy bumped into the bottom step. She knew that she would have to stand to climb them and he would catch her. Amy tried to measure how steep the steps were and whether there were rails or walls to lean against and guide her.

“Twenty seconds.”

“Uck ooo,” she screamed in frustration.

“Oh, I guarantee you’ll be begging to be fucked, A,” he chuckled again. It had been a while since a girl showed such angry spirit instead of fear. “Fifteen seconds.”

Realizing she could not navigate the steps until a later chance when she had more time, Amy crawled along the wall, reaching with her hands against the surface and trying to find a weapon.

“Ten seconds.” Jason saw her approaching the strapado rigging hanging from the ceiling. He drummed his fingers on the arms of the chair and smiled at the pixie scrambling along the wall.

“Five seconds.”

“Astard,” she screamed. Amy was finally getting nervous and she wondered what he was going to do to her.
Probably the same fuckin’ thing he was going to do if I crawled to him.
On her next forward shuffle, she ran into his legs. She gasped and fell back onto her bottom. Before she could realign her legs to scoot backward, his hand was gripping her arm and lifting her.

“Time’s up.” Jason leaned down and whispered, “It might take a while for such a stubborn brat to follow my instructions, but I have no doubt you will be just as agreeable as J is, in a month.” Her legs pushed and kicked, but he had no problem dragging her back to the chain. Jason slipped the large hook between her wrist cuffs, latching it closed.

There was a grinding sound and Amy felt her arms being lifted high over her back. Jerking and pulling did not release them, and soon she was balancing on the balls of her feet with her hands pointing at the ceiling. She spun and twirled trying to release her strained arms, while shrieking garbled curses at her captor.

All her screaming kept her from hearing him approach. He was standing behind her and she felt his arms wrap around her slim hips. Without preliminaries or any warning, fingers spread her pussy and a frenzied vibrating bar began searching her folds for her clit. Amy screamed in indignation and tried to kick back at him.

Jason felt the thrust when he found her bead, and he held her bottom pressed against him while she lifted her feet to kick him. Slick juice was already coating his fingers and the vibrator.
Pain it is, A.

Oh, shit.
Amy pulled painfully on her arms while her cream began to flow. She felt her rising arousal, and her legs buckled and grew weak. Once more balanced on her toes, she began thrusting and pumping her hips to avoid the vibrating bar. If he kept up the quivering motion against her clit, she was going to go over the edge. Amy had never been one to hold herself back with her sexual responses. She shrieked at her abductor to get away, and tried to smash her bottom into his crotch.

The girl was so small that Jason had no trouble stilling her moves. Eventually, he held her tightly against him so that she could barely move her pussy away from his attentions. Jason recognized the change in her breathing, and her hips began pushing into the vibrator instead of rebelling against the sensation. Just as she began a tremulous climax, he released his hold with one arm. Her pelvis continued to thrust into the vibrator, and at the first gasp of her orgasm Jason brought a thick leather strap down across her bottom.

Amy’s gasping release turned into a shrieking wail. Her body did not know how to respond, as it kept pressing her into her climax while painful blows were being lashed across her bottom and thighs. “Eeee.” Her screams echoed through the basement. The whipping stopped as she sobbed out the remainder of her orgasm. Amy sagged in the chain until her arms felt dislocated and her hair was swaying inches from the floor. She tried to work her trembling legs beneath her again, hanging in misery and only vaguely aware of sounds coming from the other side of the room.

For a first experience, the girl had done very well. Jason decided he could explore a variety of agonizing exercises for A. Meanwhile, J was stretched across the table while he held her hips and pummeled her ass in sadistically aroused excitement. J seemed just as consumed with passion, and she tried to back into his violent thrusts with her bottom.

The sound of the whipping had confused J, but she decided the new girl deserved it for not following the Master’s order. When she heard the girl making sounds of arousal, J was enraged, thinking the Master was discarding her for this disobedient slave. J was almost in tears when she heard her cage opened and Master grabbed her arm and hustled her to the table.

Jason groaned through his release while gazing at the wide red welts on Amy’s thighs and ass. She was sobbing, for the moment. Jason knew that her stubborn nature would return after the pain from the welts subsided. He leaned down and caressed J’s cheek while his cock slipped out of her ass. “You’re my pleasure slave, J,” he whispered. “You will always help ease my needs.”

J gave a small sob of relief. “Yes, Master.” Her curiosity and fear overcame her. “You’re not going to kill me now? Or get rid of me because you have A?”

“Be still, J. You know better than to speak.”

“Yes, Master.”

Amy spent hours in the horrible, straining position. She was beyond caring if she left any damn DNA on the concrete from her stubbed toes as she tried to balance a precarious perch to relieve the strain on her arms. Her head was hanging low in defeat but her eyes were dry. The full shock of her situation was beginning to dull her mind. Her dad was not going to pay the ransom to get her back. The kidnapper was not going to ask for one.

Why the hell didn’t I pay the extra twenty-five dollars a month to get a downstairs apartment near the front and the parking lights? Because, I didn’t want to put up with the noise and traffic from people running in and out of the office... and I wouldn’t put up with the safety of having a roommate, because Bubba Thompson’s belly hanging over his dick while he scratched his ass and yawned, grossed me out in the morning.
Amy thought through a list of recriminations she blamed herself for in order to avoid the safer accommodations that she stubbornly refused. She even gave a short bitter laugh at the thought she had been kidnapped by the only guy in the world who did not want her family’s money.

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.