JASON (6 page)

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.

* * * * *

August 3
^rd
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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.

* * * * *

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.

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.