“Yes, Master.” It was not true, of course. They would have taken her anyway, but the words were enough encouragement to get her kneeling between Bert’s spread and bound thighs. Bert’s stared down at her, pleading with her not to listen to them, but she narrowed her eyes and her hand began to stroke his soft sack.
With the constant training teaching her to please, she had the man lengthening within a few minutes and her transfixed stare watched the head of his cock emerge from the end of the sleeve. Silas and Jonas were delighted as she returned to kneel by her Master.
“Go limp on me now, Bert, and you’ll regret it. You should have concentrated like I told you to, so you can only blame yourself for this predicament you find yourself in,” Silas told him.
Bert was unstrapped from the chair and his wrists were secured behind him again. Lacy felt guilty when the man began wailing as his cock tried to retreat through the leather tube. His hips thrust through the air, trying in vain to cause friction to keep rigid. “Concentrate on the muscles, Bert. You’ll figure it out,” Silas informed him.
After a quick goodbye, Silas led his wailing slave back to the path in the woods. Jonas and Lacy were standing by the barn at the door. “You made me repeat my order to you, Lacy,” Jonas reminded her.
“Yes, Master.” Lacy rose and silently followed him into the barn. She had come to the realization that he was not going to kill her, and he was not going to hurt her so badly that she would be scarred. While he was stretching her on the table and binding her, she thought about what she had been through.
Jonas would cause her pain, and then he would either comfort her or at least see to her pleasure as a result of his torment. Her mind and body were beginning to accept this, and she found herself almost eager for what Jonas was going to do to her.
It turned out to be wax, and as the burning drops decorated her nipples and her bared pussy, she ended up having a wonderful climax. Jonas peeled off the wax, and as he thrust into her Lacy’s only regret was that she could not wrap her arms around his strong shoulders.
That night, she was caged again with the blanket and water bowl. Jonas knew she would not make the mistake of using her hands again.
CHAPTER VII
When Jonas arrived at the barn the next morning Lacy was sitting by the door to her cage with her hands wrapped around the bars. “Good morning, slave.”
“Good morning, Master. Please, Master, may I suck your cock this morning and feel it plunge down my throat,” Lacy asked dutifully.
Jonas unlocked the door to her cage, and he merely caressed her hair as she serviced him. She was definitely getting better at her attentions, and he stifled the moan that was so close to the surface when he came.
He led her back to the house for breakfast. Afterwards, he brought her into the living room and had her kneel in front of him while he read. Lacy’s eyes drifted around the room while she tried to figure out what would be required of her that day.
Jonas voice broke through her musings. “Masturbate for me, Lacy.”
Lacy shivered and answered, “Yes, Master.” She stretched out on the carpet in front of him.
“Raise your knees for me.”
“Yes, Master.” Lacy got into the requested position, closed her eyes and began to attend to herself while envisioning Jonas’ hands on her body. It really was not that difficult a task, and she wondered why she had balked at this simple request before.
Shortly after lunch they had their tryst at the pond, and when Jonas brought her back to the clearing he noticed her glancing at the barn. “Are you so anxious to explore the other devices?”
Lacy frowned. “Master, your father said he wanted me to have marks on me. What does that mean?”
Jonas ran a thumb down her cheek. “Whip marks, Lacy. They have to be counted, and you have to thank your Master for taking the time to leave his mark on you.”
Lacy shivered, because she knew Abram would be returning with the man soon. Jonas had her cleaning the kitchen and living room, and whenever she was near a window her eyes kept turning towards the barn. The anticipation of when this was going to happen, when Jonas would secure her to one of the frames or posts, when his strong arm would draw back and fling forward to burn her back with the strike of leather… was driving her crazy with passion. By the time she had dusted the mantle, she was throbbing and wanted Jonas inside her.
Jonas glanced at her a few times, and he could tell she was working herself up over the ordeal. He thought her trembling was the result of fear, until he noticed her smoothing her palms over her hips several times. “Lacy.” Jonas waited for her to turn towards him.
Lacy jumped and immediately faced him. Good…this is it. I’m finally going to get it over with. “Yes, Master.”
“Get me some water,” he ordered. As she left the room, Jonas smiled at the obvious disappointment in her tone when she acknowledged him. He finished the water. “Come, Lacy.”
Jonas noted her steps never lingered as they walked towards the barn. She followed him over to a post, and readily raised her wrists to be secured. She even spread her legs so he could latch her ankles. At this point, Jonas was thinking about Abram’s words that she could be quite aroused by the painful treatment.
Jonas walked up close behind her and slung her braid over her shoulder. His hand caressed her back and over the swell of her bottom and he leaned down and said softly, “Cane or whip?”
He felt her spasm. “Whichever pleases you, Master.” She secretly hoped he would choose the whip. Lacy knew the bite of the unforgiving cane, and was not sure she wanted to feel it if it was applied by Jonas’ strong arm.
“Whip, I think,” he murmured to himself. He straightened and walked over to the wall to choose his weapon. “Remember to count the five strikes. I expect no other sound coming from you.”
“Yes, Master.” Lacy was anxiously waiting for the first lash and biting her lip to keep from crying out. She heard the whoosh of the lash, a pressure across her bottom, and then the hornets began to sting. It hurt much more than she thought it would, and she silently jerked her hips forward. After a few moments of silence, she realized what he was waiting for. “One, Master.”
The second whipping report slashed across her thighs, and tears stung along with the painful blow. “Two, Master.” Oh, god…three more. The next strike was across her lower back and Jonas caught the slight hitch in her voice when she counted it out. Two more. Two more and then he will take care of me. Lacy thought of his strong arms around her, or perhaps another tryst at the stream.
She was bouncing on her toes and silently crying after the last strike. Jonas walked up to stand in front of her. She looked so wonderfully vulnerable, chained up for him to pleasure himself, and with the beautiful tears spilling from her dark blue eyes. “Kiss the whip and thank me.”
Lacy’s trembling lips kissed the torturous leather. She looked up at him, and even through the tears he could see the expectation. “Thank you, Master.”
Jonas freed her from the post and, after applying some ointment to her welts, he brought her back to the house to prepare dinner. While she knelt on the floor eating, Jonas spoke to her. “Lacy, you know Abram and dad are bringing back new slaves.”
Somewhere in her thoughts, she supposed she did realize this. Lacy was so distracted with Jonas she had not let it sink in completely. “Yes, Master.”
“When they arrive with them, I want you to kneel quietly. Remember, they’re going to be afraid, just like you were. You have an opportunity to let them know they will be all right as long as they follow their Masters’ instructions.” This was the first time Jonas would be integrating new captives into a situation with one so early in their training. It could set Lacy back if she was reminded of her old life, and he was trying to determine the best way to handle it.
“Yes, Master,” Lacy replied. Lacy’s mind flashed back on her fearful first days in the camp. She knew and accepted there was no escape and no rescue. Lacy decided the best thing she could
do was to show the girls she was not mistreated, because she followed what the Masters’ ordered. It did not occur to her what the new slaves would think when they saw her kneeling by Jonas, naked and pierced and with five welts on her back.
The isolation, control and emotional manipulation had already swung her mind around to the basics… surviving. Lacy had sorted out in her mind how to salvage an existence that she could cope with, and her dependence on Jonas was now taken for granted. He decided when she would eat, sleep, bathe, and be punished or rewarded.
Abram arrived just before sunset, and Jonas had Lacy kneeling by his side on the porch of the cabin. Lacy looked at the girls. They were all shaking and crying as Abram and the older man led them to the barn. A few minutes later they walked back to the cabin.
“Looks like a pretty good haul, dad,” Jonas remarked.
“Hell, too damn easy. All three of them were half drunk and traveling together back to school. We saw them coming out of a bar when we stopped to get gas. They pulled onto a ranch road to pee, and it was pretty easy to just grab them from there. It used to be a little more challenging.” The man sounded disappointed, and Jonas smiled.
“Well, you’ll be here for their welcome in the morning, and I’m sure they’ve given you some enjoyment since they sobered up,” Jonas noted.
Lacy saw the older man’s eyes flash, just like Jonas’ did when he was excited. Maybe it would not be horrible going back to the camp with him. Her mind floated to thoughts of Jonas and the new girls that were going to replace her. She thought about Jonas holding them in the pond, and his eyes piercing them as he tortured them before he made sure they felt his control over their pleasure. Tears were running down her cheeks, but she did not remember starting to cry.
Jonas looked down at her, perplexed by the display and a little nervous the sight of the new captives had undone much of his training. His father was looking at the girl with amusement, well aware of the shattering emotions of a slave who thinks they are about to lose the safety and structure of her master. “Jonas, have the girl stand so I can see the marks.”
“Lacy, stand up and turn for my father,” Jonas ordered. He wondered, with all the tears, if she was going to relapse into refusing his orders again.
“Yes, Master.” She immediately rose and turned.
“She counted them?”
“Yes, and she thanked me after it was completed,” Jonas informed him.
“Have you mentioned your plans for her?” his father asked.
“Some of them. She’s a little confused about my meaning, I think,” Jonas said.
“I’m going to talk to Silas this evening and see if his man is ready to go topside. How’s he doing with him?”
“Pretty good. He sheathed him,” Jonas informed them.
“Elizabeth was chomping at the bit when Abram suggested the guy had a few domineering qualities. She does love a challenge.”
The group went into the cabin, and Lacy knelt silently by Jonas, not really listening to them talk as she tried to nervously figure out what was going to happen when she was moved to the new camp. She was not looking forward to a night in her cage surrounded by the wailing, sobbing new girls who would be taking Jonas away from her.
Their father stood, stretched and announced he was going to see Silas. Abram said he was going to check on the captives one more time, and Lacy stood with Jonas, prepared to be leashed and taken back to the barn. She was surprised when he turned her to one of the closed doors off the living room, and she was trembling by the time she entered his bedroom.
“I think it might be better if you stayed in here tonight. The other captives will probably keep you awake, and we have a busy day tomorrow.”
Lacy stood at the foot of the bed, trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement. She wanted to ask him what they were going to be busy doing the next day, but knew enough to remain silent. If Jonas wanted her to know, he would tell her.
He lay back in the bed. “Come on girl. I think I want to sleep with your mouth around me.”
Lacy scrambled into bed and laid her head on his stomach, adjusted her position, and drew his cock into her mouth. Jonas sighed and fell asleep to her gentle pulls. He awoke in the middle of the night as he felt her slide up his body in her sleep. She rested her head on his chest and curled her hands into tight fists. The right thing to do would be to jerk her awake and get her back into position. Jonas wrapped the quilt around her with his arm.
In the morning, he waited for her to wake up. He knew he would see panic in her eyes and was already throbbing with the need to be back down her throat. He felt her shudder awake, and the blue eyes widened as she realized her mistake. “I’m sorry, Master.” He was immediately seated back in her mouth, and enjoyed an intense release due to her increased efforts to please him and avoid punishment.
When they joined the others in the living room, Silas was coming through the door with Bert attached to the nose leash. His eyes were almost feral with wildness, and Lacy glanced at the swollen purple flesh obediently protruding through the end of the sheath.
“It worked? That was fast,” Jonas noted.
“My man slave does not have your girl’s propensity towards pain and punishment. He figured it out quick enough. Dad came by and told me what’s going on. You’ll do well up there, Jonas, and I can use some more time in acquisitions,” Silas said. “Dad’s going to take Bert up to Elizabeth for me. You can use him to pack your stuff.”
Lacy was confused by what was being said, and she risked a look at Jonas. “I told you, I decided to keep you. I’m being moved up to the camp, Lacy, and you’re coming with me.”
She made an unsure pout. “Are you going to be my Master?”
Jonas laughed. “I have so many more torturous pleasures to share with you.”
The predictable swipe of her tongue stroked her lips. “Yes, Master.”
EPILOGUE
Bert was loaded with Jonas’ belongings, and their father took the chain from Silas and headed towards the woods.
Lacy watched the newly collared and cuffed girls being led to the pond by Silas and Abram. Two were silently staring in shock as they followed Abram, and one was sobbing loudly as Silas clipped her with the cane when she stalled her steps. She should stop that. They hate sobbing. Whimpering is okay, but they really detest sobbing, Lacy thought.
Jonas took Lacy by her leash and led her to the trail through the forest. She followed the path with her eyes as far up the mountain as she could see, until the dense trees made it impossible to discern anything more. It would be okay, she decided. Jonas would keep her safe.
THE END
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