Slave Lacy

by Candace Smith

  The worn denim jeans appeared to be painted on his perfectly tight, perfectly muscled and shaped form. She thought of the power she felt in his limbs as he thrust inside her, and already she felt her channel lubricating and preparing for him.

  What did not pass through Lacy’s mind on the walk back to the cabin, is why Jonas had seduced her so thoroughly. Her fragile tenuous grasp on a reality among the living, instead of the ghost memories she had almost crept into, refused to delve into the manipulative strategy of another one of Jonas’ tortures.

  When they arrived at the cabin, Lacy heard Abram speaking to someone. A picture of Silas flashed in her mind, and she hoped he would leave soon. She followed Jonas towards the barn, and he turned when her feet slowed. It was the first time Lacy had ever seen him smile. Actually, she was not even sure he was capable of anything more than the sadistic half-smile he made when he was absorbed with her suffering.

  “I have a brush in here and I think it might be better to get your hair tied back again,” he said.

  Lacy nervously followed, not really sure if this was all that was going to happen. She really had no choice but to follow him anyway. He sat her on the table he had punished her on the previous night, and dug around a drawer until he found a wooden brush. Lacy quietly worked it through her hair. It was practically dry from the walk back, and it took a few minutes to work out the knots. Jonas leaned back against the cabinet and patiently waited for her to finish. He told her to twist it in a rope again, and then he handed her a strip of leather to tie it with.

  When she stood up, he began to lead her back to the cabin and said, “I guess Dad wants to see you.” Jonas was leading her and she could not see the spark in his eyes when she gasped.

  Lacy had only heard a few mentions of their father, but she knew he was the one responsible for teaching his sons their debauchery, and that he lived at some camp where the abducted woman were taken to. Oh, no…that’s why he did that to me at the pond. He knew he was sending me away because I couldn’t be trained by him.

  Half way across the clearing, Jonas turned around to see why she had slowed down again and was astonished to see tears and her obvious fearful quivering. This was not the presentation he had in mind. He was even more amazed when she began to stutter, “Please, Master Jonas. Please, don’t send me away. I’m trying to do what you ask. I’m just so scared. Please don’t send me away.”

  Jonas could not fathom how she came up with the idea that his father had come to the cabin to bring her to the camp, but he did know how to work it to his advantage. “You say you are trying to do as I ask, but you know you fail to comply to even simple requests. You have already had to be punished several times. Dad is quite adept at taking care of problem issues.”

  Lacy moaned. “Please, Master Jonas.”

  Jonas stormed up to her and gripped her chin. He whispered, “You do exactly as you are ordered, Lacy. He’s going to be pissed off enough about wasting a trip down here if I don’t hand you over to him. But, if you prove you’re willing to learn, he’ll probably tell us to finish with you.”

  “Yes, Master.” The panic in her eyes assured Jonas his father would be impressed with the captive that had been under their control for less than a week.

  When they entered the cabin, Abram was speaking with a man who had his back to her. It was obvious this was where the brothers’ size came from. Jonas led her to the middle of the room and Lacy quickly glanced at the man. His long hair was silver and his eyes were even blacker than Jonas’ were. She felt like they were penetrating her thoughts, and she quickly stared at her feet.

  “Dad, it’s good to see you,” Jonas said.

  “I decided to see for myself the intriguing little captive Abram told me about.” His voice was a lot like Jonas’, deep and full.

  “I think I’d like one more try with her, before I turn her over to you,” Jonas winked behind Lacy’s head, and his father gave a cruel grin that she missed while she studied the floor and trembled.

  Abram sat forward. This was going to be good. He gathered from Jonas’ statement, that Lacy would perform just about anything they asked to avoid being sent up to the camp with their father. Abram caught Jonas’ eyes and glanced at the kitchen.

  “Lacy, go welcome my father.” Jonas unclipped the leash and tossed it onto the chair.

  “Yes, Master.” Lacy’s quivering legs managed to move her in front of the terrifying man before her knees buckled and she dropped to a kneel. She kept her head down, and said softly, “Welcome, Master.”

  The experienced slaver could already sense the submissive tendencies just below the surface of the lovely girl kneeling before him. He gripped her chin and forced her frightened blue eyes to look up at him. “You have been trained to suck cock?”

  Lacy’s eyes brimmed and she croaked, “Yes, Master.”

  “Then tell me how you wish to properly welcome me to my son’s home,” he ordered.

  Lacy fought to keep from looking back at Jonas and Abram. In a tight voice she managed, “Please let me welcome you to your son’s home, Master. Please let me suck your cock and swallow you deep in my throat as my Masters have taught me. Please let me caress your sack until you cum.”

  “That’s better,” he muttered. He waved his hand. “Get on with it. Show me what you’ve learned.”

  Lacy managed to move her trembling, twitching hands towards his zipper, and remove his shaft. She quivered while she applied her light caresses and soft licks, but did not falter. Jonas and Abram watched their father’s pleased expression as he stroked the top of her head while she bobbed up and down.

  The brothers left him to his enjoyment and spoke quietly in the other room. “Dad placed Carla with one of the elders. He says he wants to grab the new girls with me… something about nostalgia. I think he really wanted to see what captive could catch your eye.” Abram shuffled his feet and looked down.

  “What else? Out with it, Abram. What else is he here for?” Jonas leaned against the table with his arms folded on his chest.

  “Jonas, I think they’re calling you in. Dad says the elders think Silas won’t be able to handle the men, and they decided Carla wasn’t doing too bad with the training. She was just confused with two physical doms over her. They want to put me in charge of acquisitions with Silas.” Abram studied Jonas’ eyes to try to gauge his anger. “I swear to you, Jonas, dad never said a thing to me when I was up there.”

  Jonas thought about it. Ten years was a long time in acquisitions, and it might not be bad to have the camaraderie of the camp again. He was raised there, and always knew he would be headed topside at some point. Abram could easily handle the new slaves, as long as he could contain Silas.

  “You’re not worried about working with Silas?”

  “Dad’s going to have a talk with him when we get back. He says he knows a few tricks that help handle the feeling when it begins to get out of control,” Abram explained. They heard the satisfied grunt from the other room. “Come on, we better get back in there. You told her he came down here for her?”

  “Nope. She came to that conclusion on her own, and she begged me to let her prove to him we were doing a good job training her.” Jonas smirked.

  Abram rubbed his hands together. “This will be fun.”

  Jonas and Abram returned to the living room to find Lacy still kneeling in front of their father with her head lowered. Their father smiled at Jonas, obviously pleased. His fingers were lightly tugging and twisting one of the rings that went through the piercing in her nipple, and once in a while she would flinch.

  Abram had told him where the girl stood in her training, and after watching her fearful submission to his request he noted the strain around her eyes. Too many changes were happening, and he realized that she was on the borders of the despondency that made the retreated captives unsuitable. Although he was aware his sons were anticipating an arousing evening with the girl, and he knew it would be an unwise move at this point. There would be other opportunities
. Still, he could salvage something for everyone’s enjoyment without harming her fragile state. He lifted her chin in his firm grip.

  “What is your name?” Looking at the water pooling in her dark blue eyes, he could see why Jonas would be attracted to her.

  “Lacy, Master,” her voice whispered.

  “Do you want to go up to the camp with me to finish your training?”

  Although she could not move her head, her eyes darted to Jonas. She looked back at the older man. There was only one response. Her voice shook as she said, “Yes, Master.” They all noticed her shoulders slump in defeat.

  The man let go of her chin and sat back. “Jonas, I’m not sure sending her back with me is necessary at this point.” He noted the surprise in his sons’ faces. They thought the ruse would go on for a while longer. Lacy gripped her thighs at his statement. “I’m still working with Carla, and this one is obviously attempting to submit to her training.”

  “She still refuses to comply to some orders, father.” Abram was wondering where this was leading.

  “She has been punished?” the older man asked, though it came out as almost a statement. Of course the girl had been punished. These were his sons.

  “Yes, by Jonas and me,” Abram assured him.

  “Perhaps, that is the problem. You’ve always been too light, Abram, and if the girl thinks she will only have to answer to you, I don’t think it’s enough incentive.” He sat back as if he were thinking the issue over, and he noticed the girl had begun trembling. He also noticed the slight tightening of her ass as her body involuntarily responded to his mention of punishment.

  “We need a few more slaves to replace that crap you sent up last spring. Honestly, boys, I’m wondering why the labor slaves even bother with them.” He shook his head in disappointment. “Abram, you and I will make an acquisition trip and leave Jonas to work with the girl for a few days alone. We’ll see where she stands when we return.”

  Lacy thought about his words. Two days alone with Jonas? She could not stop her mind from reaching back towards the interlude at the pond. She could almost feel the strength and passion, entwined with gentle caresses to calm her. Is that what Jonas would be like if she did as he ordered her?

  Jonas sensed the young woman’s mind once more floundering to grasp onto some sort of a rationality she could deal with. “I don’t know. I’ve already tried with her several times.”

  Lacy panicked. She was sure she would die a thousand times over if she had to leave with their father. All she would have was a life of torture. She had convinced herself that all the rest of them were like Abram. Jonas was the only one that would at least allow her something of her own pleasure. Jonas was the one that knew when she was too frightened, and he knew how to calm her and make her safe again.

  Exactly when her violent shuddering had begun, she had no idea, but she snapped back to the conversation when her teeth began chattering, and she discovered the older man had been speaking to her. He gripped her chin angrily. “Are you deliberately ignoring me? Answer my question,” he demanded.

  Lacy had no idea what he had asked her. Her voice quivered, “I’m sorry Master. I’m scared and I didn’t hear what you asked me to do.” She braced herself to be hit.

  The man laughed, and the sound frightened her even more. “Perhaps she isn’t refusing to be trained, she just isn’t paying attention.” He glared at her and wiped deceptively gentle fingers across her forehead. “Wherever that little mind of yours wanders off to had best be forgotten. Your only thoughts are to be how to please your Master.”

  “Yes, Master. I’m sorry, Master.”

  Those wide blue eyes brimming with tears, the quivering of that bottom lip… oh yes, he could definitely see why his son would want this one. “You are to do exactly as Jonas demands. When I return, I expect you to be adjusted to your level of training. And, Jonas,” he looked up at his son and smiled, and then he returned his focus to the captive, “she is to be punished for letting her mind wander and not listening to me. I want to see five marks on her back when I return. She is to count them, and thank you for them.”

  Jonas smiled at the gift. She would get her first taste of the whip and do it willingly, knowing his father had ordered it. “Yes, father. I’m going to feed her and get her put away for the night. There’s more I want to discuss with you, and as you don’t have any need of her, it might be a good idea to give her time to decide whether or not she’s going to work harder.”

  Jonas gathered her leash and led her to the kitchen. He scooped some stew out for himself, and placed a fresh warm serving in her bowl on the floor. “Hands clasped behind your back, Lacy,” he admonished when she reached for a piece of meat. She finished the meal lapping as she had done before. Jonas had noticed the last time he was in her mouth her tongue was already strengthening pleasurably.

  He brought her back to the barn and there was still enough light for her to see that there was a blanket and a bowl of water in the cage. She began to turn around so Jonas could bind her wrists, and he stopped her and pulled her up against him. He whispered into her hair, “There are rewards for obeying me, Lacy.”

  Lacy put her arms around his waist. “Thank you, Master.”

  He turned her around and coaxed her into the cage, leaving her unbound. There was one more change to the evening routine. Jonas threaded a padlock through the latch on the cage door before he left.

  CHAPTER VI

  Lacy wrapped her hands around the bars of the cage and watched Jonas as he left the barn and closed the door. While it was still light enough to see, she scooted around the cage and studied the building and the weird assortment of equipment.

  Almost everything had places to secure wrists, ankles, collars and torsos. There were chains hanging from walls and rafters, and strange looking frames. On the walls there were different kinds of whips and other things she could not figure out. She thought about what Jonas’ father said. She was supposed to have five marks on her when he came back from his trip with Abram. Her eyes flashed to the wall with the whips, and involuntarily she licked her lips.

  It was getting too dark to see much further than the confines of the cage, and she wrapped the blanket around herself. The barn was warm after being heated by the summer sun all day, and it almost felt uncomfortable to have a covering again. She looked at the silhouetted outline of the door, smiled, and in a small act of defiance, she picked up the bowl of water with her hands and drank it.

  She ended up with a corner of the blanket wrapped around her and most of it tucked under her head as a pillow. When Jonas quietly entered the barn in the morning, he watched her sleeping. The feelings he had for her still confused him. She was undeniably beautiful, but all of the women they had abducted were pretty.

  His father had told him it was her vulnerability and mixture of fear and desire in her eyes whenever a suggestion of punishment was mentioned. He said that sometimes there was an almost perfect connection between the needs and desires of the slave with her Master, and although it had never happened with him, two of the elders had slaves like that. He also said if Jonas did not want her, he did.

  Abram and his father had left shortly after breakfast. Jonas’ eyes traveled to the empty water bowl, and he smiled. Punishment was a nice way to start the day.

  He quietly unlocked the door, and then he reached in and grabbed her braid. She screamed in confused shock as he pulled her to his feet. Lacy quickly kneeled and looked up at him. “Why do you deserve to be punished?” he said evenly.

  Lacy trembled and tried to think of what she had done wrong. Was it something to do with his father? Abram? Oh god, I have no idea. She looked up into his eyes and he was glaring at her in that way that made her feel as though he could read her thoughts. “I… I don’t know Master.”

  “I think you do, Lacy.”

  She followed his eyes to the water bowl. Were there cameras in the barn? Was he watching her? It doesn’t matter. All that matters is that he knows and there is no p
retending that I didn’t know I wasn’t supposed to pick it up. Her eyes flew back to the bowl… where the smudges of her fingerprints were marring the shining surface. Lacy slowly turned her head and stared at his boots.

  “Why do you deserve to be punished?” he demanded. Jonas could tell by the trembling of her shoulders that she had already begun to cry. His cock twitched in anticipation of seeing the pooled water in her deep blue eyes, and his balls actually tightened when he was rewarded and she lifted her face.

  “I picked up the water bowl, Master,” she said in the smallest of voices, as if admitting the most despicable of crimes. There was no use apologizing. She had failed to please him… again. It was no wonder he thought he could not train her. She kept sabotaging his efforts, even when she knew it was wrong. And now… now he would give her to his father.

  “You also lied to me, Lacy. You knew what you did, and yet you told me you had no idea why you should be punished.” There it was: the first tear finally toppled down over her pale cheek. Her misery at failing had him so hard that he decided to take care of his most urgent need before her punishment.

  Lacy watched his boot tap with impatience. She was unclear about what she was supposed to do, and she was sure her failures were continuing to stack up. “I’m sorry, Master,” she quivered.

  “You’re facing three punishments now.”

  Three? What else did she do wrong? She fought to control the sob that he disliked, and the risk of adding a fourth.

  Jonas roughly grabbed the ring on her collar and pulled her closer. “How are you to greet me in the morning, slave?”

  How could she be so stupid? “Master, may I suck your cock? Please let me try to please you after failing so badly.”

  Jonas was ready to explode in his jeans. “Be quick about it. I can see we’re going to have a busy day, delayed by your disobedience.”