Lacy quickly worked his zipper and put every effort into servicing him. She lightly stroked his sack and caressed the surface of his shaft with gentle strokes of her tongue before plunging him into her mouth. She concentrated on every way she could conceive to bring him pleasure… and hopefully ease her impending punishment. She felt the warmth of his hands as he grabbed her head before filling her throat with jets of his spurting seed. She carefully cleaned him and put him away.
Jonas already had decided her punishments for the day before he ever arrived at the barn. He knew he would have the opportunity to apply the various tortures, and her mistake over the water just set things in motion a little earlier than he had planned. Looking down at the girl as she knelt in despair, he nodded to himself as he decided which scenario he would play out first.
He forced the arousal out of his voice and said, as though exasperated, “Come with me.”
Lacy quickly stood and followed him over to the padded bench with the pulleys and chains. She imagined the throbbing of her tortured nipples still healing from the rings, and her pussy clenched at the thought of the vibrator.
There were several uses for the various equipment in the barn, and Jonas was going to teach her a new one for the bench. He knew she expected to be arched over like she had been on the first night, and his eyes pierced her confusing, anxious stare when he turned her to face the device.
He folded her torso over the padding and hooked the floor chain through the front ring of her collar. Kicking her ankles apart, he secured the cuffs to the chains on the ends of the bench, spreading her wide. Lacy heard him walk away and tried to watch his boots from her upside down position. He came back and wrapped a leather belt around her waist. Two straps hung from the front of it, and he threaded them down between her belly and the bench. She watched them dangle between her thighs.
“Give me your wrists,” he ordered.
Lacy reached under the bench, and he secured a wrist cuff to each of the hanging straps. She tried to figure out what was going to happen. Basically, she was bent over with her bottom in the air and her hands close to the insides of her thighs.
The next thing she heard was the unmistakable sound of his zipper being lowered. His finger began trailing her slit, caressing and demanding her juices. She sensed him reaching for something and she felt a slippery cool gel on her mound as he stroked her and occasionally plunged into her depths.
Lacy felt her sex being expertly manipulated into constricting spasms of liquid desire and she closed her eyes and thrust into his hand. Her cream was beginning to flow freely, and Jonas could sense the intensity of her arousal as her pussy began its rhythmic pulsing. He stroked her clit, plunged his finger into her channel, and then traveled the lubricated finger higher on her bottom, breeching the puckered star of her virgin hole. He was rewarded with her whimper.
He continued to raise her heat and delve into her ass with first one, and then two long fingers. Finally deciding she was ready, he centered his cock on her star and pushed. She tightened immediately at the invasion and moaned. Already, the shudders were causing her bottom to jiggle seductively.
“Lacy, masturbate,” he ordered.
The pitiful wail she uttered was not as distracting as an actual sob, so Jonas decided to ignore it and he ordered her once more to masturbate. Her hands slowly approached her pussy and her fingertips slipped on the lube as she miserably worked her slit. Her passion had been stoked by Jonas, and even though he continued to rest with the head of his cock inside her ass, she still felt her juices continue to flow.
After a few light glides across her engorged clit and with the help of Jonas’ hands caressing her bottom, she was beginning to thrust back into him. She was so close to her release as she envisioned Jonas at the pond with his strong arms gently caressing her, his full lips tasting her mouth… she felt herself begin to spasm into the erotic scene with a passionate release.
Jonas waited until she was ensconced in her orgasm and drove into her. She screamed while he ground deep inside her, and she bucked furiously in a combination of the end of her own release and to rid herself of his painful invasion. “Be still,” he managed to order. He knew the pleading would follow the screams, and he wanted her silent so he could enjoy his climax.
Lacy bit her lip as her body freed itself from the traces of her orgasm, and recognized only the searing, ripping agony of Jonas’ stiff organ pumping inside her. Jonas had grabbed her hips to seat himself deeply, and Lacy’s hands clenched between her thighs then opened and reached blindly to push him away. He finally shot his sperm into her bowels, and she imagined the sucking noise as he finally abandoned her tight hole.
Jonas finally composed himself after a most intoxicating experience. Between the tightness of the virgin access and her gripping muscles, he was still feeling the aftershocks. He wiped them both off, released her bindings, and looked into her blank stare. Shit!
If there was one thing Jonas recognized and could actually cause him to panic, it was the blank eyes of a slave retreating. He quickly carried her to the pond. It was the only place she had received even the smallest amount of comfort since she had been enslaved.
He laid her on the bank, and as he discarded his clothes he watched her silently curl up on her side. Shit! Shit! Shit! He lifted her, waded into the warm water and sat down on the bank. Lacy’s limp form rested against him, and he began the soft stroking that ended up lasting more than thirty minutes before he felt her begin to shudder back from wherever her mind had taken her.
Lacy forced herself to be still when Jonas ordered. Her body felt like she was being ripped apart, and she could not fight or stop it. He had forbidden her to even plead or cry about the agony. He was pushing so deep, so fast, and then there was a white flash.
She was standing in the admissions office at the college, arguing with the clerk behind the desk because they had once more left sciences off her schedule. How could she be a doctor without sciences? The clerk rolled her eyes and told her she was not there to learn to ease pain… she was there to learn how to accept pain.
This made no sense to Lacy, but the lady continued by having her admit she had driven across the country by herself. She had been warned, and did not listen. A doctor would have safely flown the trip back to the school instead of setting herself up to be a victim. Obviously, Lacy had chosen to be a victim, and thus she chose to learn to accept pain. The woman’s insane speech finally made sense… in the mind of a retreating slave who was grasping for some realty she could deal with.
Lacy felt the warm water of the beach sloshing around her and the waves caressed her sides, her stomach and her face. It murmured softly in its deep voice… deep voice… Jonas’ voice. Jonas’ hands were caressing her. The pond, not the beach back at home. She was in the pond. Her eyes began to focus, and Jonas was holding her.
For the second time, Lacy saw him smile. “There you are. I knew I hadn’t lost you.” Jonas realized it was still going to be a few minutes before she was completely back in the moment, but he was relieved to see the recognition in her eyes. He knew she was not lucid, because the fear was absent. He also knew he had never felt that kind of panic with any other girl, even the one that had shut down on them last year.
He had pushed her too hard and too fast. The question was why? He had trained more than fifty slaves, and prided himself with his judgment for their capabilities and ability to adapt. He had pressed Lacy harder than anyone he had ever trained.
“Master,” Lacy frowned, “what happened? Did I fail again?”
“No, Lacy, you did just fine. Just relax a while.”
She sighed and leaned against his broad chest and closed her eyes while he continued to stroke her. Her mind traveled back to the scene in the barn and she began to tremble. “Master, I can’t do this. I’m going to keep failing and disappointing you.”
Jonas was in unfamiliar territory. The reply was that she would do what her Master ordered her to do. She would do whatever it took to please him. Somehow, t
he words rang hollow. “Lacy, I’ve decided to keep you.”
Lacy thought he meant he was not going to send her to the camp with his father when he returned. The relief in her voice was quite apparent as she said, “Thank you, Master. I promise to work harder so when I’m sent to the camp I won’t embarrass you or Master Abram.”
It took Jonas a moment to figure out her confusion. “No, Lacy. I’ve decided to keep you. You’re not being trained for another Master.”
He felt her stiffen, and why not after what he just put her through. “I’m telling you, because you need to know you are going to be trained to please me, and specifically what I desire from you. Abram is not going to be involved with you anymore, unless I decide he will.”
Lacy considered his words and could not understand why he would choose to keep her after her multitude of failures. Surely, he could find another slave much more capable of pleasing him in exchange for the possibility of enjoying his strong arms around her once in a while, and admiring his dangerous erotic features when he chose to focus on her.
Jonas was aware of her sex beginning to rub seductively on his thigh, and was bemused by the wary expression. She finally said, “Master, you are trying to trick me. You think that I can try harder to do what pleases you if I think it will keep me from being sent away. It won’t matter. I still can’t do this, Master.”
Jonas sighed in resignation. After admitting his designs for her, something he was not sure to be a smart move, the slave had been trained well enough to decide she was not due any preference because of what she discerned as an inability to please him. The best course to follow would be to continue her training and allowing her to believe she was indeed being trained for the elders.
His chest felt warm and tight against her head, and she listened to his breath as it expanded his lungs and pushed out again. The hand that was absently caressing her breast caused a tingling sensation throughout her body. At some point, Lacy had abandoned her conservative ideals about sex, and she responded to Jonas’ seduction. It was the only thing she was required to do, and her body craved his enticing strokes.
“Put me inside of you,” Jonas ordered quietly.
Lacy sat up and swung around to face him. She nibbled her lip as she sunk down on his shaft, and she felt his balls drift in the current and slap against her sore bottom. Her hands rested on Jonas’ shoulders and he was guiding her movements with his hands around her waist. At some point his hands merely rested there, as Lacy closed her eyes and began lifting and dropping without any coaxing from him.
As she felt his stiffness slide along her tightening muscles, Lacy reviewed what he had said to her. He had decided to keep her. This might not be so bad if he could always be the one to keep her. But no, she was being trained to please an elder, whatever that was. Even with her eyes closed, Lacy could imagine Jonas’ face with his threatening handsome looks and the eyes that could read her mind.
Jonas was straining to hold back as he watched the wistful smile on her face. He wondered what she could be thinking about that would make her pussy clench onto him so tightly. He watched her lips part as she began the light gasp that preceded her climax, and he spilled into her.
When they got back to the cabin, Silas was approaching from a trail that meandered into the woods and disappeared into the forest. Bert was trailing behind him at the end of a leash that appeared to be hooked to his face. He was slightly bent over, with a basket of wood strapped onto his back and supported by his bound hands underneath it.
Silas stopped him by the woodpile beside the cabin, unsecured the man’s hands, and after placing the basket on the ground, he ordered the man to stack the wood. He remained bent over, and Lacy finally discovered the reason when Silas unhooked the slave’s new nose ring from the lead clipped to his penis. His mouth was held open with a rubber ring, and that, along with the eyes that had widened in fear, gave Bert a surprised expression.
“Thanks, Silas. I didn’t expect to see you back so soon,” Jonas said. Lacy knelt quietly by his side and watched Bert.
“When Abram went up to camp, he was joking about Bert trying to go after your girl when you nabbed her. Elizabeth overheard him and came down to look at the man, and she decided she wants him,” Silas answered proudly.
“Good job, Silas,” Jonas praised.
“Yeah, well, we’re only having one little problem.” Silas reached over and batted the slave’s limp penis. “You know how she is, and Bert, here can’t seem to get that poor excuse of a dick to stand up for more than a minute,” Silas explained.
A picture of Elizabeth flashed through Jonas’ mind. He figured she must be in her forties by now, but imagined she was still as demanding and intimidating as ever. “You’ll end up ripping him to shreds.”
“Not me. He’ll do it to himself. She’s probably going to keep his cock caged, so no one is going to notice a little scarring,” Silas answered.
Bert was still quietly stacking the wood, but Lacy could see tears beginning to form in his eyes as Silas alluded to another humiliating torture. Something inside him snapped and he turned on Silas with a branch in his hand. Behind the gag, Lacy heard Bert screaming in outrage. His back and ass were crisscrossed with lash marks, and Lacy cringed at the obviously harsh treatment he must be receiving.
Silas laughed while he dodged and ducked the man’s assault, and Bert became even more infuriated. Lacy shuffled on her knees behind Jonas and peaked around his leg. The slave was beginning to tire, and after brandishing another swing with the limb, Silas ducked low and snagged the end of the chain hanging from Bert’s penis and pulled. Bert made one more futile swipe at the arm holding the chain and was rewarded with an even harder tug. He tossed the branch back by the woodpile and knelt in front of Silas, shaking his head vigorously and waving his hands trying to indicate surrender.
Jonas replied calmly, “Does he attack you often?”
“Nah, he’s down to about twice a day now,” Silas chuckled. “Just as you predicted, he is an arrogant shit. Before I ring gagged him, he tried to bargain with me to make him a trainer.” Silas grinned and shook his head.
Jonas cocked an eyebrow in amusement. “That must have been an interesting discussion. Still, you might want to wait and let Elizabeth deal with his other little problem.”
“She’s the one that told me to sheath him. Man, she might be getting up in years a bit, but I still put her up against any of the women up there. As you can see, she’s got me training him for packing. I think she’s planning on actually riding him into camp when she comes for him. The bad news is, she wants him in a week.” Silas ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.
“You’re doing fine with him, Silas. Elizabeth enjoys educating them on her specific finishing touches, so I wouldn’t worry too much about perfection, here. Get the basics down, and let her know you saved some of the fun for her,” Jonas suggested.
Bert continued to kneel, and glared at both Silas and Jonas occasionally. Lacy decided whatever she was going through could not compare to the training her co-captive was receiving. Silas gave a small jerk on the chain, and Bert whimpered as he pulled himself up to stand. Silas bound his hands behind his back again and led him towards the barn. “Jonas, would you like to help? I’ve only done this one other time, and I sure don’t need Elizabeth riding my ass if I screw it up.”
Jonas tugged on Lacy’s leash, and she rose and followed the men into the barn. Bert battled the two brothers as they strapped him into the chair, and Lacy heard garbled curses spewing from his drooling mouth. Jonas returned to where Lacy was kneeling with her wide eyes following Silas.
Silas held a leather tube in front of Bert. “Now, I’ve tried to tell you to concentrate on this, Bert. Elizabeth likes her slaves standing proud, and isn’t going to put up with this nonsense.” Silas flicked the slave’s penis, which at this point had all but disappeared with the man’s fear. “This is a training sleeve, and the inside has these little teeth. It doesn’t hurt when you swell u
p to fill the thing, but I understand it grabs rather fiercely if you decide to go all limp again.”
Jonas noticed Lacy’s mouth drop open at Silas’ description of the device. His gaze fell on her bottom, and sure enough he saw the telltale sign that even the mention of punishment for Bert was arousing her. She was fascinated as Silas continued.
“It’s easier to thread the lace through the rivet now, Silas. Once you get it on him, there’s no room to maneuver and the damn thing’s liable to slip off without it. If you can get him to swell up, you can wrap the lace around his balls to help encourage him,” Jonas suggested.
Bert was actively pleading and crying at this point as the two slavers casually discussed the finer points of torturing him. Silas nodded to Jonas and threaded the leather strip through the rivet at the bottom edge of the cuff. He fed the chain attached to Bert’s penis through the sleeve, and Bert wailed as his soft flesh was pulled through the leather.
Lacy was alternating between watching his eyes and watching Silas tug on the chain, and Jonas was amused when the tip of her tongue licked her lips. He brushed his fingers through her hair, and she quickly looked up at him as though he had caught her doing something wrong. She was met with one of his rare smiles, and she felt her core dampen in response.
Silas frowned as he looked at the chain. “Well, this is going to be a little inconvenient.”
“Not when he pops through the end and learns to stay there. Don’t second-guess yourself so much, Silas. You’re doing a good job with him. He may not be as far along as you had hoped, but we told you he was stubborn and there’s no sign of him retreating,” Jonas responded.
“I doubt he’s going to stiffen that thing, now.”
Jonas caught his brother’s glance at Lacy. “Lacy, go on over there and help Bert’s training.”
She looked up at him nervously. It was obvious what they expected her to do, but she felt guilty about aiding them in the man’s debasement. Jonas said, “Remember, if it hadn’t been for him approaching you, we might never have been able to bring you here. Now, get on over there and show Bert how well you’re doing with your training.”
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