Slave Lacy

by Candace Smith

  Lacy did not realize she had closed her eyes. As she thought about her captors, in her mind she saw Abram’s soft expressions and Jonas’ dangerous, dark, cruel looks as they watched her. She reflected on how they played her emotions and her body… how Abram’s delight when she pleased him made her feel needed and comforted… and how the anticipation of Jonas’ punishments frightened her. She frowned as it occurred to her, that even when Jonas’ tortured her, the pain was always accompanied by forced pleasure. Even now, she felt her internal muscles responding to the erotic thoughts with pulsing anticipation. Lacy concluded she was going insane.

  *

  The brothers continued to talk, but they were watching their captive with curious expressions. A strobe of emotions crossed her face while she knelt silently at Abram’s feet with her eyes closed. What was missing, was fear, despondency and despair. Their captive almost looked like she was daydreaming about something very pleasant and soothing.

  Jonas glanced down at her pussy, and slowly smiled as it dawned on him they had collected a true submissive who had no knowledge that was what she was. The slight tightening of her sex after what she had been through so far, convinced him he was right. Jonas looked back up at the girl and really studied her. Abram watched his brother, and a slow smile spread across his face.

  There was a tug on her leash and Lacy opened her eyes. Abram put his hand under her chin and lifted her face until she was looking nervously into his dark eyes. “Lacy, do you want to masturbate for us?”

  There is only one response. Her cheeks reddened and her eyes filled with water and a pleading rapid blink, but her lips refused to move. Oh god, Jonas is going to punish me again, but there was no way I can beg for permission to do that in front of them.

  Abram and Jonas were both intrigued that she seemed to readily adapt to servicing their bodies, but even with the threat of Jonas’ punishment looming over her, she would not service her own. They watched in astonishment as her tears fell, yet her pleading eyes continued to silently beg Abram as she refused to comply.

  Abram stood up and sighed. “Jonas, I thought I had trained her beyond this point. Obviously, I am unable to move her to submit to this request. She is trained and will perform the other duties she is supposed to be accomplished in at this point, but I actually feel I am a detriment she is leaning on to stubbornly refuse your desire. I’m going topside for a few days and leaving her to your expertise. I’m sure that when I return you will have the matter settled.”

  Abram handed Lacy’s leash to Jonas and as her liquid blue eyes took in Jonas’ cruel smile, she threw herself at Abram’s feet. “Please Master Abram, don’t leave. Oh, god, please don’t leave.”

  Abram knelt down and smiled, “Stupid girl. Don’t you understand yet, that Jonas is more your Master than I will ever be? You should feel honored he will waste his time on you.” Lacy sobbed at Abram’s retreating back as he walked out the cabin door.

  It was several minutes before her crying ended, and Jonas’ voice calmly stated, “Abram takes failure seriously. I could tell you were going to let him down, and it pisses me off that you would discredit him this way.”

  Lacy flinched as Jonas’ icy voice initiated the predictable trembling response. Her tearing eyes continued to blink rapidly at the door, willing Abram to return and rescue her. But no, he would not come back, not after she had ignored his training in front of Jonas. Oh god, what have I done?

  “Come here.”

  Lacy remained sprawled on the floor until she felt Jonas begin to drag her by the leash. Instinctively, she knew she had to pacify Jonas quickly, or she might not even live long enough for Abram’s return. She quickly scooted over to Jonas and knelt in position. “Yes, Master,” she quivered.

  Jonas’ eyes pierced her with their fathomless depths. They were so very dark. Lacy could not detect the edge of his pupils in their darkness. It seemed as if she was looking into the blank dark stare of a shark.

  “You refuse to obey, Lacy. That was your first order, to obey and to do exactly as you were told.” Jonas stared down at her as he gripped her chin and forced her to look at him.

  Lacy thought back to his frightening words when he had abducted her. Tears were falling rampant now as she managed to croak, “Yes, Master.”

  “You will not ask permission to masturbate. Perhaps you prefer to beg for permission to be punished.” Her moan was a pleasurable sound, and Jonas was determined to hear it many times. “Lacy…”

  “Please, Master Jonas. Please don’t hurt me.”

  His hand clapped down on the side of her face while his other hand held her on a short leash. “I detest sobbing, Lacy. I really dislike it,” he said evenly. Jonas studied the terrified girl and could tell by her shifting eyes, she was close to panic. That was an unacceptable emotion, as it inhibited her ability to either submit or enjoy his ministrations.

  Jonas leaned forward and wrapped an arm around her trembling form. Moving his lips close to her ear he whispered, “Lacy, you always have choices. You can obey, or you can be punished.” Jonas absorbed the harder shaking of her shoulders, and noted with satisfaction that other than a few mewling whimpers she had indeed ended her sobbing when he ordered her to. He continued brushing his full lips against her ear and whispering, “You have chosen not to obey, even at the cost of such embarrassment to Abram, so it is obvious that you have chosen punishment.”

  Jonas felt the arousing jerk of her shoulders, and knew she was paying close attention to the lesson. He was, after all, speaking the truth. She did have the choice between obeying and being punished. It would be a while, after she learned to obey without hesitation and no longer required correction, that Jonas would teach her she would be punished for no reason at all, merely at his desire.

  Lacy had the familiar sense of her mind in turmoil again. She knew Jonas was going to punish her, because she had not only disobeyed, she had insulted Abram. Jonas’ thumb was stroking down her jaw line and calming her. He would give her a little more time to figure it out.

  Her breath hitched as the words finally articulated. “Master, please punish me.”

  “Why should I punish you, Lacy?”

  “Because I wronged Master Abram, Master.” Lacy waited while Jonas continued to calm her with his small caresses. Her voice cracked when she realized she had to finish it. “And because I did not masturbate, Master.”

  Jonas’ soft reply chilled her. “I will have you well trained before Abram returns so you will not have to be punished for this again.”

  Lacy barely felt her legs moving as Jonas pulled her up and walked her across the clearing to the barn. A form of shocked resignation settled over her as she followed him into the building and looked anxiously at the devices spread around the area. Jonas left her standing in the middle of the barn with her leash hanging free as he lit the lanterns. The small part of her mind screaming for her to run was squashed down by the knowledge he would catch her, and then her punishment would be much, much worse.

  “Come here.” Jonas was standing by a wooden table, and Lacy hurried over to him and knelt down. “Lie down on the table.” She scrambled up onto it, and her wide eyes followed him as he secured her wrists and collar. He lifted her ankles and secured them to the wrists that were now chained to the edge of the table, forcing her to split her thighs wide apart. Two leather belts were wrapped around her calves and thighs holding them together. Lacy thought of the uncomfortable ride in their truck.

  The end of the table was a drop leaf and Jonas unhinged it so her bottom now rested at the edge. He sifted her blonde curls with his fingers. “I think we’ll remove this. When Abram returns and you masturbate for him, he will get a much better view and enjoyment of your efforts.”

  Jonas looked at her expectantly, and she finally said, “Yes, Master.”

  “No, no Lacy. Let me know you really want to do this to please Abram,” Jonas chided.

  Lacy barely contained the sob as she pleaded, “Please Master, remove my hair.”


  Jonas stared at her, and the disdain was turning to anger and frightened her. “Please Master, remove my hair so Abram will be pleased.”

  Jonas knelt and said, “Please Master, remove my hair so Master Abram can see my naked cunt glisten and pulse while I masturbate for him.”

  She uttered a slight sob at this humiliation, but recanted the necessary words. She lay still while Jonas shaved her bare, and winced at the burn of the depilatory.

  Jonas stroked her bared flesh and smiled. He unlatched her wrists from the table and connected them to the inside of the ankle straps. Her hands now rested on the insides of her thighs by her mound, and she resisted the curiosity to explore her denuded pussy.

  Jonas clipped a wire to each nipple and she shuddered. He sat down between her legs with a small black box the wires were attached to, and said, “This is a light touch of what you are going to experience if you defy me, Lacy.” A second later, she felt the current burn through her sore nipples. She shrieked.

  Jonas ran a finger down her slit until she began to moisten. “Lacy, you’ve got three minutes to bring yourself to orgasm. As you are stroking yourself, you will tell me what it feels like to have Abram’s cock down your throat. I want your words to be descriptive; describe the feel, the taste… describe what you sense he is feeling from the pleasure you are giving him.”

  Lacy was horrified. Her eyes met Jonas’ intense stare, and she could see the undeniable passion and desire burning in them. “Acknowledge me, Lacy,” he warned.

  She began to fight the bindings, and as she did, she felt pain sear through her nipples. Lacy shrieked and begged as Jonas continued to intermittently jar her with increasing shocks. For several minutes she battled and screamed and strained at the straps holding her down, while Jonas kept jolting her with the current. Lacy finally collapsed in pained exhaustion. Her entire body was covered in a sheen of sweat, and as she saw Jonas’ finger move towards the switch again she shrieked, “Please, no more. Oh Master, no more.”

  Jonas’ eyes glittered and a slight smile creased their corners. “Obey me, Lacy.”

  It took two more flips of the switch before Lacy finally succeeded in bringing herself to a climax, and although her recitation of her services to his brother were not quite as descriptive as he would have liked, the humiliation on her face and in her voice was enough to please him. His erection throbbed, and he said, “Lacy, do you want my cock inside of you?”

  Lacy watched his fingers stroke the switch of the terrible black box and she pleaded, “Please, Master. I would like your cock deep inside of me. Master, please fill me.”

  Jonas smiled and thrust into her. As he plunged, his thumb found her still swollen nub and he brought her to a shattering release that caused her fists to clench and her eyes to squeeze closed. When his depleting cock retreated from her pulsing depths, he heard her murmur, “Thank you, Master.”

  CHAPTER V

  Lacy woke up in the cage, with her arms once more raised high above her back. The strain of the position had changed from an intense pull to a dull throb as her muscles adjusted. She could see the shadows in the barn begin to lift, and she trembled at the thought of the beginning of a day with new torment.

  In her mind she searched the clearing, cabin and the barn for any means to escape. In every case, Jonas or Abram were with her, or she was securely bound. At the moment she was huddled in the cage, naked with her arms lashed behind her back and hung from one of the top bars, and her fear had actually subsided to a level that she could almost think clearly. At least, to her it seemed clearer, but thoughts of a life outside of the compound were becoming distant. Her focus was completely on her two captors and how to avoid punishment.

  The statement Abram made before he left had made an impact on her. What did he mean when he said I am more a slave to Jonas than I ever would be to him? Abram said he would train me. He said Jonas was too harsh. Oh god, why did he leave me with him?

  The sky was lightening, and a beam reflected off chains across the room. Her eyes followed them up to where they ran through the pulley, and she realized it was the device Jonas had tortured her on the first night…was it the first night? Time was getting disturbingly muddled, and it seemed important for her to not let them take that away from her, too. She focused on the chains, ignoring the warm sensation in her lower regions as she remembered the clips tugging painfully on her nipples, and her eventual slide into pleading for the never-ending manipulations on her sex. It was definitely the first night… the first night Jonas watched me really suffer. She remembered seeing the shine of aroused desire in his eyes as she shuddered and begged for his permission to climax.

  The look in his eyes seemed to go deeper than the obvious lust he radiated, and Lacy frowned as she tried to make sense of it. She thought Abram cared for her and disapproved of Jonas’ handling of her. Now, away from the two men, she gave it a more concentrated review. Many of the things Abram had done were far worse that Jonas’ tortures. With Abram, she always felt as though she was failing and deserved the tortures he considered training. Have I really begged him to teach me how to pleasure him better? She thought about the monstrous device he had plunged down her throat after binding her to the table so she could not fight him. She thought about how he had replaced the object with his own organ, when his lust after watching her suffer became too overwhelming.

  Jonas always made her body betray her, and while one part of her was shrieking in pain, he coaxed a passionate response from her core. It did not seem that Abram cared if she realized any sexual stimulation from his training, other than the gentle climaxes he had encouraged in the pond. If not for those two incidences, Lacy realized Abram had allowed her nothing for herself. Not allowed… forced. Jonas forced me to respond.

  Her thoughts were interrupted as a broad beam of sunlight spilled through the door, and she wondered if Abram had returned. She sensed someone behind her, and when the finger trailed her bare pussy, she knew it was Jonas. The thought of him, the thought of his sadistically pleased eyes as he watched her pain, caused a quivering contraction deep within her, and she felt her juice slide from her center.

  The finger caressing her naked lips spread her slickness, and she heard Jonas chuckle. “Good morning, my slave.”

  Lacy’s hips began to rock into his caress. “Good morning, Master Jonas.” She inhaled sharply as his finger entered her, and he slowly pressed against the spongy wet sides of her sheath. Lacy groaned, and her channel gripped his finger, as if it was trying to trap him. He kept his finger buried deep and stroked the sides of her contracting depths, waiting for the change in her breathing.

  “Lacy,” he continued his torment, “would you like to masturbate for me?”

  Her eyes were squeezed shut as she concentrated on the wonderful feeling in her pussy. Jonas smiled and slowed his manipulations when he realized she was far too distracted to consider what he had asked. When her hips drove back in frustration at the minimal encouragement, he repeated the question.

  Lacy was confused. Why has Jonas stopped before forcing me to orgasm? Why is he leaving me only partially sated? As her thoughts returned to manageable levels, she realized what he had asked her. Her pussy was clenching desperately with the need to release, and all Jonas had done was prime her arousal.

  She could do it if she closed her eyes, she decided. Jonas had seen her climax so many times already… yes, she could do it, if she just closed her eyes. “Master, I would like to masturbate for you. I want you to be pleased when Abram returns.”

  Jonas winced at her reply, removed his hand from her moist folds, and led her out of the cage. She knelt dutifully at his feet, and when he lifted a brow she remembered to spread her knees. He could see the slickness he had forced from her and he smiled. “Perhaps, I will let you masturbate after you suck me. Do you want to suck my cock?”

  “Oh yes, Master. Please let me swallow you. I want to feel your magnificent cock down my throat.” The words were slipping off her tongue easier now, as
long a she did not have to really think about what she was saying.

  Jonas watched her hands clenching eagerly behind her back. He released her arms and wrists, and as soon as he gave her permission, she serviced his cock quite pleasantly. Jonas stroked the top of her head while she controlled her gags as she took him deep. He was bemused with her acceptance in such a short span of time, but as a natural submissive, this world could be something very easy for her to adapt to. She would have to block out all the prejudices and restrictions of her former life, and he decided that was what she was doing. Her time now existed only since she had been with him. Jonas gripped the sides of her head and exploded deep down her throat.

  Lacy was gulping air by the time he had withered enough for her passageway to clear. Still her trembling hands gripped his thighs as she licked him clean, then she carefully sealed him away behind denim. She had not even noticed she was rubbing her pussy against the inside of her thigh.

  Jonas reached down, clipped on her leash and led her to the cabin. He noticed the tremble of her lip and he knew she was confused. She had finally asked to do what they had been trying to get her to request, and he had ignored her. The despair and bewilderment were shining in her filling eyes.

  Lacy knelt in front of her bowl and silently ate her breakfast. After she finished, Jonas took her outside to the garden and unhooked her leash. “Get this weeded, Lacy.”

  “Yes, Master.” The garden was arranged in neat rows and Lacy began digging around the plants. She was almost finished with the first column, when it occurred to her Jonas had left her unleashed. She looked around at the woods as she thought of a way to escape. He is watching. Jonas is watching to see if I will run, and then, he is going to drag me back to the barn and punish me. Lacy scanned the thick woods, and then she sighed and returned to weeding the garden.

  Jonas was watching. Every captive they had brought to the cabin, had run from the garden. He tensed when he saw Lacy look up as the realization sank in that she was unbound, and he watched her stare at the trees for a few minutes, and then return to gardening.