Slave Lacy

by Candace Smith

  Jonas was pulling the tarp off the back of the truck, and a minute later he guided the blindfolded man around to the passenger side. The young man was restlessly shuffling his feet, and Jonas told him to stand still. He took the tape off the man’s eyes, and after blinking in the dimming light his terrified stare focused on Lacy.

  Abram lifted her to her feet and she was relieved to find her legs could finally support her. The two captives were led a short way down a trail where a rope tossed over a branch was slowly swaying in the light breeze. Lacy and the captive man looked around the small clearing. There were piles and piles of old clothing kicked around the area.

  The man was walked over to the rope, and his eyes widened when Jonas placed the noose around his neck. “You have one minute to get those clothes off, boy, before I start raising you.” Jonas cut through the tape on the man’s wrists, releasing him. The young man immediately reached for the noose around his neck, and Jonas pulled until he was almost standing on his toes. “You better get moving,” Jonas threatened.

  The man gasped for air and gave Lacy a desperate look as his hands reached for the buttons on his shirt. His shaking fingers had a hard time working them loose and when he felt Jonas begin to pull on the rope, he panicked and ripped it the rest of the way and tossed it to the ground. His feet were barely touching while he fumbled with the zipper on his pants. Lacy heard him groan as his feet actually did leave the ground, and he was suspended by his neck while he frantically pulled his soiled briefs off. Jonas had no trouble rebinding his hands while the man struggled to catch his breath from where he had collapsed onto the ground.

  Lacy wailed behind the gag as the noose was slipped over her head. Her pretty blue eyes filled with shiny tears, and the man gently stroked one wet cheek with his thumb while she felt the coarse rope dig into her throat. Jonas tied the end to a tree limb, leaving her precariously balancing on the balls of her feet. With her hands freed, she clenched her fists at her sides and stood still.

  Jonas and Abram stood across from her, watching in silence. It was over three minutes before her cramped feet began to lower and the noose tightened her air supply. She forced herself up with a whimper and stared at her two abductors with pleading eyes.

  “She doesn’t have much endurance,” Abram noted.

  “She’ll improve,” Jonas assured him. He had already noticed that although the girl had a great figure with a slim waist, breasts large enough to push invitingly at the front of her sweatshirt, and ample hips that begged for a whip, she did not possess the tight athletic figure Carla had from her years on the track team.

  Lacy’s trembling hands went to the snap on her jeans. She had no idea how she was going to remove her sweatshirt, and she slowly lowered her pants so the white lace of her thong peeked out from under the hem of the garment. Jonas approached her with the knife, and she quivered as he sliced her university sweatshirt from the neck to the bottom.

  Her aching feet began to lower her again, and Lacy moaned as she pushed up onto her toes and shrugged out of her top. She stared miserably at the naked captive man on the ground. Her feet began to slide flat again and she gasped as she began to unhook her bra. Jonas’ eyes narrowed on her chest, and then widened when the full creamy mounds were released. She had nice plump, pink nipples, and Jonas could already envision the deep red color they would become with the clamps. He rubbed his cock appreciatively.

  Lacy was sobbing as her fingers hooked under the side straps of the silk thong, and she kicked her panties off her feet. Jonas’ dark eyes gazed at her, and as she struggled to keep on her toes she raised her hands to cover herself.

  “Put your hands down,” his deep voice ordered.

  Lacy continued to try to conceal herself, and Jonas stormed up and viciously twisted her nipple. “Put your hands down,” he ordered more loudly.

  Lacy dropped her hands to her sides and she shook as Jonas caressed her flesh. “This one is prime, Abram. She may even make it as far as the elders.”

  “Maybe… if we can keep Silas away from her,” Abram agreed.

  “We’ll give him her boyfriend to work with and I think it will be fine,” Jonas responded. After taping her hands behind her again, he lowered Lacy and removed the noose. She looked around the clearing again at all the clothes… all the evidence of the many abductions before her.

  They placed both captives in the bed of the truck and Abram rode watch on them as the truck continued up the mountain. The dirt road the truck was following through the woods ended under a large tree. Lacy saw a small wooden cabin and a larger outbuilding resembling a barn. Jonas’ truck door slammed closed, and he lowered the tailgate and reached for Lacy’s arm.

  Abram guided the naked man behind them as Jonas led them to the barn. It was pitch black inside with the exception of the small area lit by moonlight that seemed to highlight the four cages standing empty by the door. Jonas opened the door to the cage on the end, pushed Lacy to her knees and ordered her inside. Abram was dictating the same instructions to the young man who was kneeling in front of the cage at the opposite end of the one Lacy was ushered into.

  A chain dangled from the top of the small containment, and Lacy felt Jonas hook it under the duct tape binding her wrists. She was on her knees facing the ground and suspended by her bound arms raised behind her back. Because of the height of the structure, she could not kneel any straighter, and her arms were already straining from her weight as she tried to lower herself. The other captive was similarly attached to the roof of the cage, and he noticed with his initial attempt to saw the duct tape on his wrists against the hook, it simply swung. Pulling down did no good, as the awkward strain on his arms could not force enough pressure to break the tape.

  Lacy tried to lower her head to the floor, and then she tried to rest it against the bars in front of her to relieve the strain on her back. She could not reach either promise of relief from the dislocating pressure on her shoulders, and she wailed behind the duct tape gag at the thought of being kept in the torturous position. She felt Jonas’ finger back on her slit, and she jerked and tried to shuffle her naked thighs closer together.

  Jonas smiled as he felt her pussy throb and begin to lubricate to his ministrations. This one was going to be fun to train, as even her body betrayed her. He continued to stroke her, and a finger pushed deep into her channel, slipping on the moistness. Lacy whimpered as his finger began a rhythmic thrust, causing the fingers remaining outside to slide along her cream.

  Her cruelly stretched arms strained even more painfully as she attempted to pull her hips away from the plunging manipulations, and Jonas chuckled as he reached his other hand around to roll and pinch one of her erect nipples. Even as they stiffened, they were still pleasingly plump and soft. “Oh yes, Abram, she’s a tight, hot little thing,” Jonas murmured.

  Lacy panicked as his fingers were now sliding over her swollen clit with each pass, and she felt a humiliating clenching begin around the finger continuing to thrust in slow, deliberate moves. Jonas sensed the change in her breathing as she rode to a tormented climax. Her hips pushed back into his hand and he squeezed her nipple, delighted with her shriek as her cream washed down his hand. He wiped the juice off on her naked bottom and lightly swatted her.

  Abram and Jonas rose and left the barn, closing the door and sealing out the moonlight, and leaving the two whimpering captives in darkness. Lacy was confused by her body’s debasing response to Jonas’ seduction, and her nipple throbbed dully in time to the random pulsing of her used channel.

  She had not noticed the male captive watching her in fascinated horror as Jonas forced her to climax. He quivered and winced at the additional pull on the tendons in his arms as his mind wandered frantically to the thought of what tortures might await him.

  The captives managed very little sleep in their bound torment, and it seemed days had passed when dawn finally lit the inside of the barn. Lacy screamed as the sun’s rays illuminated the different devices of torture surrounding them one by
one.

  CHAPTER II

  Silas showed up while his brothers were finishing their coffee, and they told him about the man they had caged in the barn. His eyes shone with bright anticipation. “Dad told me he wants me topside with him. At first, I wanted to argue with him, but after he pointed to Carla and told me what became of the other two I’d helped with, I guess I agree. I don’t know what comes over me, but I just can’t control the feeling I get when I watch them suffer.”

  “We’ve all been blessed with that dominant gene, Silas. It’s just stronger in you, and I think it’s going to make you a great enforcer for the male labor at the camp,” Jonas assured his younger sibling.

  “Dad says he’ll keep Carla for me, and he’ll even train her personally so she’ll be ready when I move up next spring. He says he can work with her stamina so she won’t retreat when I use her,” Silas informed them. He really did not care which woman they gave him, as long as he had one to himself.

  “Dad’s abilities are pretty astounding, Silas. I was fortunate to have trained under him before they put me in charge of acquisitions.” Jonas leaned back in his chair. “Are you ready to meet your practice slave?”

  Silas smiled. “What’s his name?”

  Jonas handed him the man’s wallet. “Albert, and he’s twenty six. He was hanging around the rest area ready to try to scoop our young lady,” Jonas laughed.

  “No shit? It sounds like the guy may have a bit of a dominant side to him, as well. This will be fun to break.” Silas’ dark eyes flashed at the thought of humiliating the man, and his cock swelled as he considered the slow tortures he would use.

  Jonas and Abram were pleased to see Silas give Lacy a mere cursory glance, and then he focused his attention on the bound man in the cage on the opposite end. He squatted down, opened the cage door, and wrapped a tight fist around the captive’s cock. “Hi Bert. I’m Silas, and as you and I are going to be spending so much time together, you can call me Master.”

  Lacy heard the groan from the other cage as she tried to swivel her exhausted body to see the third brother. She looked into the eyes of evil insanity, and shivered as she thought guiltily that she was glad he would be focused on the man instead of her.

  She heard the door to her cage opened and she gasped as her strained arms were lifted off the hook. Jonas and Abram pulled her out of the cage and she ended up kneeling at their feet.

  Silas was leading his captive towards a cross in the barn and he called back, “Do I have any restrictions with him?”

  “Nope. Just get him trained the way they want him topside, and try not to keep him too worn out to be of use to us around here.” Jonas was looking forward to the early reprieve from chopping wood and keeping the clearing free from the encroaching woods. They usually only brought a male captive up in the winter.

  Jonas and Abram led Lacy over to a cabinet across from where Silas was working with Bert. Jonas opened a drawer and pulled out a series of leather straps, arranging them on the surface of the aged wood. Abram picked up two of the pieces of leather, bent down and secured the cuffs around Lacy’s ankles. She had made the mistake of pulling the first foot away, and gave a muted shriek when the tendon running up the back of her ankle was viciously pinched. She remained steady after that.

  Jonas walked behind her, and she felt the duct tape sliced and then unwound from her wrists. As she moved her hands around to the front, Jonas captured each wrist and cuffed it, and then he latched the cuffs together behind her back. Leaning over to the top of the cabinet, he picked up a wider piece of leather and wrapped it around her upper arms. The muscles in his arms bulged as he pulled her arms together and secured the strap. Lacy was sobbing in pain when she felt her arms being once again tortured from their sockets.

  “Good, you can get her elbows touching,” Abram noted.

  “It was a bit of a tug, but they should stretch out in a week or two,” Jonas replied.

  The thought of having the painful contraption on her arms for the foreseeable future had her trembling again. The men ignored her as Abram lifted her braid and Jonas encircled her neck with a wide leather collar. There was a metal lock that slid together on the back and she heard it click into place.

  The sound of the metal on metal made her aware that she had heard that sound with each of the cuffs that had been secured, except the one on her upper arms. She looked down at her ankles and could see where the leather joined, but there was no latch or keyhole, and a feeling of dread dropped through her stomach.

  Jonas began laughing. “You figured that out quicker than most. Once locked into place, the cuffs and collar cannot be removed without a strong risk of cutting you. You are property, Lacy, and you would do well to learn what is expected of you.”

  Lacy looked into his dark eyes and began shaking her head as she tried to back away. Abram was standing behind her, blocking her escape. Jonas grabbed the ring hanging from the front of the collar and clipped a leash onto it. As he walked, the lead tightened and began to tug her through the barn door. Lacy panicked and tried to set her feet in the dirt, but Jonas’ overwhelming strength continued to drag her.

  She felt a hard blow lash across her bottom, and she turned to see Abram holding a cane and preparing to strike her again. His eyes were smiling wickedly as he watched her pretty ass marked. The welt stung like thorns, and Lacy moved towards Jonas in an effort to evade another swipe. They continued walking in that halting manner towards the cabin, with Lacy trying to stall her forward movement until Abram raised the arm with the cane and arched his brow, giving her the choice of following Jonas willingly or with his encouragement.

  There was a loud scream from the barn and Abram suggested, “Maybe we should have Silas do his training at the old homestead. His slave’s conditioning may distract Lacy from our training efforts.”

  Another shriek came from the barn. “He’s probably only piercing, but you may be right. We can get him to bring him back here to take care of our needs a couple of times a week, and it might help Silas devise his training methods if he doesn’t think we’re watching him.” Jonas decided to suggest it to Silas during lunch.

  Jonas sat in a worn upholstered chair by the fireplace and Abram settled on the couch across from him. Jonas was responsible for the slave’s overall training, and Abram assisted when necessary or made himself available to check the slave’s progress. While Jonas conditioned them for the physical requirements the elders desired, Abram applied his subtle mental and emotional tortures. Abram thought it was a most enjoyable position, as he was not responsible for the ultimate product delivered at the camp.

  Jonas pulled down on the leash until the terrified girl was once again kneeling in front of him. He put his hand under her chin and forced her eyes to look into his frightening dark gaze. “You are a slave to the elders of the camp. Every man is to be addressed as Master, and for now, there is only one correct response, Lacy. That response is ‘Yes, Master’.

  Lacy tried to wrap her mind around what he was telling her. This afternoon, she was supposed to be pulling onto campus and getting set for another school year. The thought that her life as a student was over, that a life for herself was over, was incomprehensible. When would she be missed? Would the waitress remember her from the restaurant? Would she remember the men? Yearning for a shred of hope to escape her captors, she reluctantly understood there would be a slim chance of her being found.

  Jonas waited for the appropriate cast of resignation to cross her features. It always did with his captives, and it made their adjustment easier if they were not waiting for the posse to come riding in to save them. Ah, there it is. She knows that no one will be able to place us together, even if they did know who we were.

  “I am removing the tape from your mouth. Remember, you acknowledge when we speak to you, and the only correct response is, ‘Yes, Master’. You will be punished if you do not comply.” Jonas reached over and tore the tape off her mouth, and Lacy jerked and gasped. Her reddened lips trembled, but she
remained silent.

  “Put your ankles together, flex the arches in your feet so only your toes are touching the floor and sit your ass down on the back of your legs,” Jonas ordered.

  Lacy was shaking as she began to silently comply, and Jonas drew his hand back and slapped her so hard, she rocked down onto the floor. Abram reached down and righted her again as Jonas said, “You will acknowledge my request by saying, ‘Yes, Master’.”

  In silence, her mind rebelled and she studied the man. He was well over six feet tall, all three men were tall, and his body suggested he had incredible strength. His stomach was flat, and she could see the tendons in his arms as he gripped the leash. The tanned face gave only a suggestion of his age as being in his thirties, but which side of thirty-five, she could not tell. Lacy stared into his dark eyes, and hated the amused expression gazing back at her. This man was not her Master, and the thought of capitulating to his request was tantamount to the sound of the locks in the cuffs clicking into place and hiding her further into this disturbing world.

  The first days were always the hardest for the slave, as they had to dispel notions of their old lives. Jonas was patient, and he knew that if he did not build the basic foundation that would make them realize the futility of their dreams, he risked them retreating and being useless. It had only happened once, and Jonas secretly admitted to himself it had been his choice to give into Silas’ wish to work with the girl.

  She now lived in a cage at the camp, to be used sexually by the male slaves that had earned a reward. The lusty men were kept in a constant state of denied arousal unless they earned the privilege of release with the girl with the vacant stare. That had been last winter, and Jonas no longer remembered the girl’s name.

  Jonas drew his hand back again, and he relished her cringing movement as she hesitantly murmured, “Yes, Master.” Both of them knew the significance of the utterance, and fresh tears spilled from her pretty blue eyes while she tried to get into the requested position. With her arms pinioned together behind her back, her breasts jutted forward in an arousing display. Jonas rubbed his fingers together, curbing his desire to pinch their rosy tips.