JASON (9 page)

All of the emptiness… the time she tried to satisfy her lust with Max or other men… washed out of her mind. No one ever could have quenched her passion like the man stretching her pussy and thrusting inside her. While she moaned her desire until at last gasping her climax, she could not see the depressing tears washing down the other women’s faces.

Jason could. He watched his sister slaves while he plunged into Nicki’s pussy. He had planned to wait until they were at the compound and she looked into his face, but the sight of her slit glistening while he had whipped her had pushed him over the edge. The thought of J or S relieving the lust and arousal he built while tormenting Nicki would not satisfy him this time. Jason spent the remaining week enjoying Nicki in every imaginable way.

One morning, Nicki heard the girls being led out of their cages and walked upstairs. The man would be gone for a long time before returning for another young woman.
Is he letting them go?
Nicki panicked.
Is he letting us all go?
Finally, she was the last woman left in her cage. He opened the door, and she crawled out and stood before him.

Jason placed his hands on her shoulders, and he saw the fear and confusion in her colorful stare. “Tell me, Nicki.”

Nicki trembled. “Please. Please don’t make me go back. I can’t do it again.”

“You choose to stay with me?”

“Please. You don’t know what it’s like. You don’t know what you did to me.”

“And what if you know who I am? Will you still choose to stay? You are my property, Nicki, to do with as I wish. You still want to stay?”

“I’ll die if you make me go back now.” Nicki knew that she meant the words. She would swallow her bottle of pills with a warm glass of red wine resting on the side of the bathtub, soft music, and bubbles from her cool bathwater covering her head.

Jason was ecstatic. His desire for her had not waned, as he had anticipated. Instead, his mind worked feverishly at all the exciting experiences he wanted to share with her. For the first time, Jason leaned down and he kissed a slave.

Nicki could not believe his mouth was on hers. She cried while his tongue stroked along her teeth and searched.
Does this mean he will keep me? Or is this a kiss goodbye?
She forced herself to remain silent while she was secured in a box. A needle slid into her arm, and just before her eyes closed she felt his lips on hers again, brushing a quick kiss.

Nicki had no way of knowing the disturbing turn the search for her had taken. When she did not show up for work on Monday, Max convinced his friends at the police department to join him at her apartment. He explained how her imagination had magnified simple situations of disillusioned women taking off seeking excitement into a serial abductor with an agenda.

Even Max had not realized how far Nicki’s mind had bent until the landlord let them into her apartment. Empty food cartons and discarded clothes littered her usually spotless rooms. Max stared in horror at the disarray and hastily moved furniture… and the wall with insanely marked words. Nicki had succumbed to a complete breakdown and Max stood gaping, reading her ramblings with distraught anger. How had he missed the signs that she had broken from reality?

The police photographed the wall before tearing down the articles. The town shrink who helped with such matters, came up with two conclusions. Either Nicki had built this fantasy and had purposely disappeared to make her ideas fit her story, or she realized she could not be a part of this twisted world and would eventually be found someplace as a suicide.

The landlord walked into the apartment two weeks later, after Max had arranged for her personal possessions to be stored. He dipped his brush into the paint bucket and stared in disgust at the permanent marker marring the wall. It would take two coats to cover.

J
uly -
J
anice -
J
asper Community
J
unior College -
nineteen

A
ugust -
A
my -
A
rbor Heights
A
partments -
twenty

S
eptember -
S
ierra -
S
ingleton
S
hopping Plaza -
twenty-one

O
ctober -
O
livia -
O
verton Law
O
ffices -
twenty-two

?
N
ovember -
N
icki -
N
apier Herald
N
ewspaper?

Underneath, was hastily scribbled, ‘All names and locations to match the month.” The landlord swiped a glob of thick paint across the marker. “Weird bitch,” he muttered. “At least you didn’t fuck up the wall with more of your crazy shit by mentioning the damn letters spell ‘
JASON
’.”

* * * * *

November 19
^th
-
Nicki Sorrell, reporter for the Napier Herald, has been missing for two weeks. Due to a recently stressful episode, it is feared Ms. Sorrell has wandered off in a disoriented state that requires medication. We urge the public to help and immediately report any information you have concerning Ms. Sorrell to either the Napier Police Department or Max Tinsley at the Napier Herald.
- M. Tinsley; Napier Herald Newspaper.

Max looked at the copy, and sighed. If Nicki had tried to hand him this, he would have squashed it. He had worked on the short article all afternoon, and even this final draft made his former girlfriend sound crazy. Max reluctantly admitted that Nicki always had been. By the time she began asking him to tie her up for sex, he knew there was something dangerously broken. A vision of finding her body lying in some farmer’s field after the snows melted, shivered through him.

Chapter VII

Nicki was aware that she was on a plane. She felt cool air when her crate was momentarily opened, and she smelled the calming musky scent of the man. He cupped her chin and gave her a few sips of water. “We’ll be there soon, Nicki.” Another needle slipped into her arm and her eyes closed again.

“She’s beautiful, Jason,” Makoto said. He was standing behind Jason when he opened the crate marked ‘N’.

“It’s not just me then?”

“No, it is the way that she trusts you. That is the obedience and devotion a Master seeks. She’s a submissive, Jason, and she trusts and needs you, as much as you need her.”

When the plane had landed, Takeshi helped the workers unload the women from the crates and move them to their cells. Jason remained in the hanger alone with Nicki. Her contacts were in his pocket and she was sitting in a wheeled chair. Jason stood behind her and held her shoulders to keep her upright. He had her facing away from the stenciled lettering on the crates and he felt an unfamiliar twinge of anxiety. Jason wondered what Nicki’s reaction would be when she discovered her abductor’s identity.

Nicki slowly awoke, and she gasped when she realized that she could see across a dimly lit hanger. The wing of a jet was off to her right. The man’s hands were on her shoulders, but Nicki could not force herself to turn to look at him.

“You’re awake?” Jason could feel her trembling, and she nodded. He slowly turned the chair, and it took a moment before he felt her freeze.

Nicki looked at the plane first. The rest of the hanger was empty, other than five wooden boxes spaced in front of her. They were placed in order for her slave sisters from the basement. Her mind rambled through the names; Janice, Amy, Sierra, Olivia… and ‘N’, for Nicki. She had been inside that box.

It still took a moment for the connection to sink in as she stared at the crates lined up in a row. They reminded her of the planning wall in her apartment; the letters she had carefully circled, searching for the connections she knew had to be there. The man had given her the clue to his identity from the beginning, but Nicki had been so distracted searching for the connection with the women, she had never seen it. JASON, marked clearly in flat, black, blocky letters on the crates. Nicki’s mouth dropped open, and the man walked in front of her and knelt down.

The purple-tinged blue eyes and wavy dark hair, she remembered. He had been the first one she slept with after her abduction. He had been the only one that had let her forget the frightening passion forced on her in the van, and the last time she let herself feel anything but the lethargy that slowly became her existence.

Her eyes filled with tears. “Why? Why didn’t you just try to stay with me, back then?”

Jason shrugged. “I was too young, I guess. I told you that you were the first, and I had more I wanted to experience. I think I always knew that I would come back for you.”

“I thought I hated you,” Nicki whispered. “The man from the van, I mean. Eventually, I just hated how I needed you. You opened the door to a new world for me, and then you threw me away.”

“I never threw you away, Nicki. I want you on my terms, and back then I didn’t know what that meant.” Jason released her wrist cuffs. “I do, now. You
are
mine, Nicki. I own you, and I will train you to be my perfect companion. You will be my perfect slave.”

Nicki shivered, and she felt him grip her arm to raise her. She glanced back at the crates while he led her across the hanger to the door leading into the compound. Jason realized her legs were still a bit unsteady. “How do you feel?”

Nicki stopped, and she turned to look up at him. Jason had not only been the first man she slept with after the time in the van, he had been the only one she had sex with until she rushed through a short string of three men after college and the ill-fated relationship with Max. After her one time with Jason, Nicki had always closed her eyes during sex, picturing the violet blue intense stare that was gazing at her now.

She had lied to him. She had lied to herself. Back then, she had thought that just maybe she had been imagining her abductor had been the handsome man. In the van, he had only spoken one sentence while she lay bound in terror that mixed and melted with a frightening passion. ‘I will own you, someday.’ It was an elusive promise she had held onto, and a voice she could no more forget than his eyes. “I’m terrified of you, Jason. I’m terrified of what you expect from me.”

Jason pushed the door open. “Good answer.”

When Jason arrived at their block of cells, he glanced around the room. J and S were with a trainer, already working on submissive positions. A, was raised to her tiptoes, crying softly in the hated strapado. And O… Jason shook his head. Takeshi had already bound her arms in reverse prayer, and she was pouting and sobbing on his lap while he stroked her. “Don’t spoil her, Takeshi. O will take advantage.”

As soon as he spoke, all his slaves looked up at him. It was their first chance to see the man who had abducted them. Sierra was the only one who recognized him, although Amy had waited on him during a busy breakfast shift. Sierra had not been surprised to see that her sister slaves were indeed beautiful. To see the man with the unusual eyes who had spent half an hour in the bookstore scanning the shelves, brought tears to her eyes. He had seen her before he had captured her. The Master really believed she was pretty enough to kidnap.

J and S stared in adoration, while A silently pleaded through her pain, and O, as usual, pouted. “I don’t take advantage, Master. Please don’t make him mad at me. My arms hurt.”

“Master Takeshi, O, and I still have a gag,” Jason replied.

He was leading Nicki to a cage when Takeshi said, “Makoto wants to see you. He says to bring your slave.”

Nicki felt her cuffs unlatched from behind her for the first time in a month. She stood quietly, looking around the room with strange equipment that seemed vaguely familiar from her sightless exploring in the basement dungeon. Overwhelming panic enveloped her. “Jason…”

“Master, Nicki, and you don’t speak without permission.”

Nicki flinched when he gripped her arm and led her from the room. She realized that question and answer time had ended.

Jason found Makoto in the lounge, with Bonnie kneeling by his side. He still had to coax her into the proper arch, but he used light taps of his cane instead of the slashing swipes. “Takeshi said you needed to speak with me?”

“Have a seat, Jason.” Makoto stroked Bonnie’s head. “Get Master Jason a drink.”

“Yes, Master.” Bonnie rose and walked to the bar.

Jason sat and pulled Nicki’s arm. She dropped to her knees, trying to mimic the position the other woman had been kneeling in.

“I’ve worked out a schedule that leaves you an hour a day with each of your slaves… except Nicki, of course. You need to keep her in your room and concentrate on preparing her for yourself. Unless you plan on sharing her, there’s no need for her to stay in the cellblock. I think you can accomplish much more by keeping her with you, and it will give her the time to adjust to your specific needs,” Makoto said.

“What about when the others are brought upstairs to be trained for personal service?” Jason queried.

“Takeshi can handle it. I think he’s looking forward to the extra authority with them. I offered him ten percent of their sales price, and naturally it will come from your commission.”

It was strange, but Nicki felt detached from the discussion about her future. She was far more interested in the other slave, her brown bob swinging on her shoulders while she crossed the room to deliver the drinks. The metal tray did not make a sound when she placed it on the table, and she silently sank to her knees beside the Oriental man Jason was speaking with. Nicki tried to copy the young woman’s arched position. She looked like a beautiful statue.

Makoto’s eyes narrowed on the focused expression on Nicki’s face. There was no doubt Jason had found a loyal companion. He wondered if Jason would be able to train the girl properly. The question was answered when a loud slap echoed across the room from Jason’s hand smacking the small of her back.

“Arch,” Jason ordered.

Nicki’s eyes flew to him, and then they dropped back to the carpet. She pulled her shoulders back, forcing her large breasts forward. The position quickly became a strained nightmare of pain. By the time the men finished their conversation, her back was aching.

Jason led her through winding corridors. All through the mansion, naked women were cleaning or scurrying to finish chores. She was led up a staircase and down a long hall. They stopped before a door near the end. Jason pressed his thumb on a little pad and the door lock clicked open.

The suite was large, with a sitting area in front of a fireplace, a huge four-poster bed, doors that presumably led to bathrooms and closets, and a large area with some of the training devices she remembered from the dungeon room in the lower level of the compound. Nicki stood in the middle of the floor, feeling the carpet under her feet. It was something she had noticed since Jason had brought her upstairs, after spending weeks walking barefoot on stone.

Jason sat in a chair by the fireplace, staring at her for a moment. She truly was a beautiful woman; even more so with the added years. Her blonde hair shimmered around her shoulders, the large breasts had remained firm, and her torso tapered to that tiny waist he liked so well. “There’s a drink cart in the corner. Get me a brandy.”

Nicki began to walk towards the cart and Jason bolted up from his chair. She took an alarmed step backwards, and felt his fingers thread under her collar. Glaring eyes, more violet than blue, made her knees buckle. “What? What did I do wrong?” she quivered.

“I gave you an order,” Jason replied. His voice was calm, but his eyes shone seething anger.

“I… I was getting your drink.” Nicki’s words sounded tight as they passed her trembling lips.

Jason gripped one breast, squeezing so hard Nicki gasped and grabbed his hand. Jason continued to crush her, pushing her backwards. “Ow… oh, god, Jason. What did I do wrong?” Frantic thoughts ran through her mind, with no answers.

“Master, Nicki. Every answer, every time.”

“I’m sorry.” Nicki could feel tears of pain filling her eyes. “I’m sorry, Master.”
Let go. Please, let go.

He had dragged her over to a large, curved piece of marble. Nicki had thought it was a sculpted table. Nervously following the arch, she noted bolts with short chains embedded close to the floor on each end. Still grimacing with the pain of his fingers digging into her breast, she felt herself being pushed back, rounding her back against the cool surface of the stone.

Her hair swept the floor and her legs spread on either side of the platform to keep her steady. By the time Jason released her breast, she was shaking from fear and pain. She did not dare move or speak when he grabbed her wrists and secured her cuffs to the chains on the floor beneath her head. Jason made quick work of locking her ankles to either side of the base of the arch, keeping her pretty pink slit spread wide and inviting.

Nicki turned her head to see the upside down version of Jason walking away. By the time he returned, the stone had warmed from her body and the shaking had reduced to quivering anxiety.
He won’t hurt me. He’s waited too long for me. He won’t hurt me.
The silent litany repeated through her mind, reassuring her.

Jason held a bowl, towel, and a razor. With deliberate, gentle strokes, Nicki felt the blade slide across her fat lips, removing the fur curls covering her pussy. His hand cupped and stroked her naked mound, and a finger slid between her labia.

Nicki closed her eyes and gulped, while her immediate response was to push her hips into his hand and let him explore her wetness. She was bound, just as she desired to be. The man from the van, seducing her in ways she had never been able to discover with any other. A fleeting picture of Max passed her thoughts, and Nicki pushed it away. This time, for good.

“You have seen the obedience Makoto demands from his slave?”

“Yes, Master.” Nicki’s tight throat could produce only a whisper. The distraction of his hand on her pussy was a contrast to the dull ache pulling at her arched body. The stone was a smooth, hard support that made her feel as though she were being presented to Jason on an altar.

“You will be that, and much more, Nicki. You are well aware that I have plenty of young women to orchestrate for games. As my companion, my personal slave, much more is required from you… in both pleasure and pain for my enjoyment.”

Jason watched her tightened nipples rise and fall on her large breasts. She was both aroused and frightened; a perfect combination to encourage and stoke his desire. “There are trainers here, more than adept at educating you to your submissive role. An empty cage is waiting for you in the dungeon downstairs.”

Nicki gasped. The thought of another man touching her, taming her independence… “Please, Master. I’ll do whatever you want me to.”

“Yes, Nicki, you will. Be it at my direction, or one of the other trainers. I have no patience for teaching mundane manners to my slaves. In this area, you will be another first for me.”

“I will work hard to please you, Master.”

“And if I decide to send you to them,” Jason continued, “you will go both willingly and without complaint. If my desire is to have them train you, your desire will be to do as I command.”

Nicki’s eyes filled with pain at the thought of being separated from him again. It was too cruel to contemplate, and the fear that he would forget her again and leave her to these other trainers shivered through her. She felt the same bereft loss that she had lived for the past years without him. The pain came through in her reply. “If that is what you command, Master, I will go.”

Jason was certain she believed his threat.
Oh, Nicki, I could never let another train you.
From her position, she could not see his smile of satisfaction. She also could not see his free hand pick up the cane. “You are to remain silent.”

“Yes, Master.” Nicki was hoping his finger or cock would slide into her soon. Biting her lip had helped her follow his demand to be quiet during her climaxes before. When his hand abandoned her pussy, she waited for the sound of his zipper being lowered. Instead, she heard the whistle of wind.