by Vonna Harper
“I’m not sure I heard right,” Damek said as Reno pulled out a little only to probe deep again. Warmth licked at her. “But she might have agreed. Maybe she won’t need as much, ah, inducement as we thought.”
She wouldn’t think about what Damek had just said. Neither would she allow her body to acknowledge the unwanted digit moving about inside her. Somehow. As if determined to prove her wrong, he repeatedly attacked and retreated. Each assault came faster and seemed to plunder deeper than the one before. Her mind swirled around the sensations. She barely noted when Damek let go of her hair.
How long would Reno finger-fuck her? She wanted him gone, needed back ownership of her body. And yet a small, secret part of her had stopped resisting. Accepted. Whatever else Reno might be, he knew how to sexually stimulate her. She almost never came from straight intercourse, needed clit play for that to happen. Just the same, but there was something wonderful about a hot cock stretching her inner muscles.
Or a finger.
“Damn,” Reno hissed, “that’s it.” Pulling out, he touched his sticky finger to her puckered opening. “I’m getting a cramp.”
“From the looks of all that juice, you got the response you were after.”
After swiping her labia, Reno deposited what he’d collected on her buttocks. The fire he’d fed died a little, allowing discomfort to make its presence known. She couldn’t stop them from doing everything they wanted to. Couldn’t silence her response.
“You got a chastity belt in that bag of goodies?” Reno asked.
“Of course.”
Reno patted her sex. Then, to her confusion, he began massaging her bent-over spine. His fingers knew where to touch and how much pressure to exert when. Within seconds, the strain she’d been experiencing let up. She was almost comfortable.
Helpless but close to content. Still a little aroused.
“What are you doing?” Damek asked.
“I trained to be a physical therapist before I found something I prefer more. Something with benefits both tangible and otherwise.”
Right now Reno sounded more like Damek than himself which further confused her. Her survival might well depend on understanding the men, but not only was Reno easing away the pain caused by the position she’d been forced into, his expert touches allowed her to dismiss the pain from her beating. He could break her down and make her forget who she’d always been, but at the moment she didn’t care.
“There.” Reno sounded as if he was far away. “Got her relaxed.”
“And your point is?”
“Now she’s more receptive.”
“Interesting,” Damek muttered. “If it works.”
“It will.”
Chapter Ten
They were again talking as if she was some dumb animal, but hadn’t she become one? Not caring as much as she should, Shari studied Reno’s legs until he was out of sight. He soon returned, holding the cloth bag he must have put down when she didn’t notice. Taking it from him, Damek withdrew one item at a time and presented them to her. Shaking, she gaped at a large, black dildo. She had two smaller ones in her nightstand at home—the nightstand she might never see again. For a moment the bulb-shaped silver object Damek waved under her nose was more than she could comprehend, then she understood.
An ass plug.
Dread so dried her throat she was slow to acknowledge what else Damek held. This item consisted of leather straps and buckles vaguely resembling bikini panties. Instead of a soft cotton crotch, however, that part of the item was wide and flat—except for two indentations in the leather.
“There’s an example of expert workmanship if I do say so myself,” Damek said. “I had it designed to my specifications. If you’ll notice—“ He fitted the base of the dildo and ass plug into the indentations. “this design minimizes movement. Once the leather’s tightened, everything stays snug.”
Oh no! No.
He ran the dildo head over her gaping lips. “Too bad you aren’t supplying more saliva. That would work for lubrication purposes. Fortunately, my partner has presented an alternative.”
For what seemed like the hundredth time today her mind refused to process Damek’s words. She recognized her confusion for what it was, absolute dread. Closing her eyes, she told herself what they did to her didn’t matter. She’d go somewhere safe in her mind. Maybe she’d spend what was left of the daylight—it was still day, wasn’t it?—sitting by a lake watching dragonflies and tadpoles. Ducks and other birds would fly in to entertain her. She’d brought along dried bread to feed them but what about after she’d given it all away? Would she have to escape their wrath by returning to her cozy little cabin with the yellow kitchen and—
Behind her! Pressure against her vaginal opening. Alarmed, she fought her bonds. After too long, the pressure backed off as someone, probably Reno, rolled his fist over the base of her spine. Not only did the manipulation relax her, she felt the contact all the way to her uterus. He was making her relax again. There was nothing she could do about it. Better to rest over the sawhorse like the mindless creature she was becoming.
The delicious force against her spine ended. Moments later something else slipped into her consciousness. One of the men was working the dildo into her. This time the aim was better, and he met little resistance. The dildo penetrated slowly only to retreat. As Reno’s finger had done earlier, the artificial cock went deeper every time. It seemed patient, a teacher with all day to accustom her to something both new and old.
Unable to resist, she hung in her restraints. The less she fought, the less pain and maybe, enough pleasure to distract her from the demeaning things being done to her.
Finally the dildo’s end pressed against her labia. Her captor had skewered her. The object would remain locked in her as long as he wanted. Images of being forced to stand or walk like this pushed through her self-imposed lethargy. She was trying to return to that safe place when another sensation struck. Squealing into her bit, she tried to clamp down her ass muscles to keep the butt plug from penetrating.
“Ah, she knows,” Damek said. “And from what I’m observing, she disapproves.”
Instead of forcing the plug into her, her captor spun it in circles against her rear opening. She tightened her muscles there.
“What’s happening?” Reno asked. “You can’t get it in?”
So Damek was responsible for the assault on her ass. That meant Reno was keeping the dildo in place. Acknowledging how well they worked together added to her misery.
“It’ll go in if I force the issue, but I’d prefer to have her ask for it.”
Ask for this? Never!
“You want to soften her up or should I?” Reno asked.
“No way. It’s my turn.”
Was Damek going to whip her again, overload her with so much pain that having her ass filled didn’t matter? Should she give up now, let Damek do what he wanted? She was trying to make up her mind when a smooth fingernail swept over her clit. She stopped pulling on her cuffs.
“Let’s try this again,” Damek said, lightly touching her there again. “Here’s a task for you, slave. I’m going to unbridle you so you can tell us what’s happening. Think you can do that?”
This was no casual request. He’d hurt her if she didn’t comply. Defeated, she tried to nod while her body hummed in anticipation of another intimate touch.
Deserting her rear end, Damek removed the straps from around her head and drew the bit from between her teeth. Drool dribbled down her chin.
“Plenty of lube here if we need it.” He wiped saliva over her face. She felt dirty and demeaned. “Open your mouth, meat.”
Instinct insisted she clamp her teeth together, but when Damek pressed the butt plug against her lips, she knew she had two options. Either lubricate it or it would go in her back door dry. Hating herself, she did as he commanded. The disgusting object filled her mouth.
“A bit of a lesson, slave,” Damek said, “Or perhaps I should call it a forerunner of things
to come.” Helpless to stop the pressure, she opened her mouth even wider. The tip touched the back of her throat, making her gag. He kept up the punishment and she started to choke.
“Back down,” Reno snapped. “I don’t want her passing out.”
“Of course not.” Not hurrying, Damek drew the plug out of her. “That would be counterproductive, at this point.”
Reno started tapping the base of the dildo, distracting her from the lingering discomfort in her throat. She tried to tell herself he was hurting her but knew better. The truth was, the irregularly-paced vibrations felt wonderful.
Sighing dramatically, Damek returned to his post between her legs, telegraphing his journey by running a hand over her body. Like what Reno was doing to her channel, this felt wonderful. A reprieve.
“All right, where was I?” Damek asked. “Oh yes, asking for your input.”
Ask wasn’t part of today. Demand was. Still, the sensations aroused her. When Damek brushed her clit, she whined in anticipation.
“That’s right, meat,” he said. “Let us know what you’re feeling.” He again touched her hungry bud, more firmly this time. “I’m allowing you to speak because I want to see how good you are at descriptions. If you fail the test, hell, if we judge your performance to be lacking in any way, I’ll silence you again. Only this time I’ll use a penis gag.”
She didn’t need to see one to know what he was talking about. The penis-like object would relentlessly fill her mouth.
“What do you want me to say?” She hated how defeated she sounded.
“To, in part, describe your responses. For example, when I do this—“ Closing thumb and forefinger around her clit, he applied light pressure. A wave of something hot and good spread through her. “How does it feel?”
“Feel?”
Reno slapped the dildo base. “Don’t go stupid on us, slave. Describe.”
I’m turned on. “I, ah, I hurt everywhere,” she in part lied.
“Oh, I doubt that.”
The object filling her pussy twirled about. She tried to picture Reno manipulating it but couldn’t pull her mind from the fantastic yet frightening sensation.
“You’re going to be sexually stimulated on two fronts, so to speak,” Damek explained. “In order to avoid punishment, I strongly suggest you get with the description.”
Unable to wrap her mind around what he meant by two fronts, she swallowed and forced out the degrading words. “It’s so big. It fills me. I want it gone.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“I do,” she barely whispered. “It doesn’t belong there. I had no say—“
“Immaterial,” Damek interrupted. Something solid settled over her clit, cupping it and holding it prisoner. “Keep going.”
Unable to stop herself, she wiggled her ass a bit. Her clit remained trapped while the dildo continued its relentless rotations. “I don’t know what it is,” she managed as fire licked. “Something’s covering my—my—“
“Your bud of pleasure.” Damek laughed. “For the record—“ The pressure against her clit increased. “It’s the base of what’s about to go into your ass. Interesting how nicely it fits over you. Go on.”
“You have no right doing—“
“Wrong. We have every right.” Reno rammed the dildo deeper. “Have you forgotten, you’ve been bought and paid for. We’re doing what we were hired to. Would you like to see the contract?”
Swallowing what little pride she had left, she said, “You want me to say this turns me on, but you’re wrong.”
“Are we?”
“Yes! If I could, I’d kill you. Both of you.” Had she said that? And if so, what were the consequences?
“We don’t doubt that, but you’re not going to get the chance so why don’t you sit there and enjoy the ride.”
“Speaking of the ride, I’m getting damn tired of this.”
“You’re an impatient man,” Damek chided.
“So. It’s time to get this show on the road.”
“What do you think we’ve been doing? However, you have a point. Trying to get her to admit we’re turning her into a sex slut may be a fool’s mission, at least on this, her first training day. Time to overwhelm her.”
She was already overwhelmed, surely they knew that.
Damek struck her ass opening with what she assumed was the butt plug. “What are you—“ she started to say. He struck her again. Then, ramming her against the sawhorse as he did, he shoved the plug into her. Pain nearly overwhelmed her only to fade as her sphincter muscles relaxed—or surrendered. He accomplished his task, given her no opportunity to prepare or fight. Unlike the slow and measured way Reno had filled her vagina, Damek had attacked. Robbed her of even more of a sense of self.
“Crap,” Reno grumbled, “you could have hurt her.”
“I didn’t.” Damek demonstrated by moving the plug about, repeatedly forcing her onto her toes. Heat spasms stabbed her everywhere. “Because I know what I’m doing.”
Don’t do this! I can’t handle it.
“Ready?” Reno asked.
“I want to take more pictures. Think you can handle both tools?”
“Hell yes!” Reno snapped. “I’ve been at this as long as you have.”
Would the men argue? Maybe they couldn’t work together. If so, could she somehow escape?
Yes, she desperately reassured herself as the twin invasions pressed against her innards, demanding, promising and threatening all at the same time. She’d escape.
Unable to concentrate on how that would happen, she imagined herself running through the forest. This was her desperate dream. She’d make it turn out the way she needed it to. The men would lumber after her, cursing each other. With every fleet step, she’d put more distance between herself and them. The forest would embrace her, cooling her over-heated skin and providing her with vital shelter.
She’d run for hours, long after she no longer heard their plodding footsteps. Finally she’d come across a creek where she’d kneel and drink sweet, cold water. It would be nearly dark by then, just enough time for her to spot the hollowed-out tree trunk where she’d spend the night. She didn’t have to worry about getting chilled because she’d grabbed her clothes as she was running out the door. As for food—
A dark presence in front of her shattered the dream. She recognized Damek’s pale legs.
“You ready?” Reno asked. “Get her whole expression.”
“I intend to, but first I’m going to make a small adjustment.”
Shari could hardly believe it when Damek unsnapped the chain from her collar. She still wore the hated collar but being able to lift her head was wonderful. She glared at Damek. He smiled back.
“What’s going on?” Reno asked.
“Good news. She still has fire. I don’t want to extinguish it, yet, but she needs to realize any kind of rebellion isn’t going to get her anywhere.” Damek clamped his thumb and finger over her nose, forcing her to suck in air through her mouth. She tried to whip her head to the side only to moan and stop because the pressure against her nose hurt so.
“Do you comprehend what’s happening?” He didn’t let go. “You’re a wild horse, slave, a mustang caring about nothing breaking free, but we’ll break you of that nonsense. We’ve already started.”
He twisted her nose. “Apologize for that glare, meat. Now!”
Do it. Give him what he wants! “I’m sorry.” She didn’t recognize her voice.
“Not there yet.” He twisted in the opposite direction. “The exact words I expect to hear are, ‘I’m sorry, Master’.”
Master! No, not that. Pain pounded into her, replacing fury with fear. “I’m sorry, Master.”
“Beautiful word,” Reno muttered. “I never tire of hearing it.”
“Me either.” Smiling a wolf’s smile, Damek let go of her nose. Fighting not to sob, she let her head drop. “I do believe the slave is beginning to get it. Are you ready?”
“Ready.”
> One thing penetrated her self-disgust, Reno’s hands forcing the objects even deeper into her. A humming sound began. Both plugs leaped to life. She’d used vibrators, but her collection ran off AA batteries. The beasts inside her were so powerful! Possessed her.
Raw energy flowed over her. She knew nothing except sexual stimulation, cared about nothing beyond heat and wanting. Release.
“That’s medium speed,” Reno informed her. “Because I don’t have a cunt—“ he laughed. “I can only imagine what this feels like. How does she look?”
Grabbing her hair, Damek pulled her head up. “Don’t fucking move,” he commanded. “Otherwise—“ He extended a hand toward her nose.
Cowed, she managed to hold still while Damek took more pictures. Waves of unwanted yet thrilling electricity claimed her.
“She looks like a cow trying to figure out how to escape one of those neck squeeze contraptions,” Damek said.
Reno laughed. He’d done something to the dildo. Instead of a vibration, the beast now worked her vagina in waves. She couldn’t regulate her breathing, couldn’t silence her gasps.
“She’s getting into it,” Damek informed his partner. “Looking kind of dreamy.”
“So you like this, do you?” Reno asked. A moment later a fierce pulsing sensation began in her ass.
Like? No, not that. Scared, her nerves overwhelmed. She’d rocketed between countless emotions today, most revolving around fear and pain, but that had been replaced by a powerful reminder of what it meant to be a woman.
To hell with her captors, she’d lose herself in sexual stimulation and live with the consequences later. The hint of fire she’d tasted earlier now burned high and bright. Her muscles melted and reformed, melted again.
She was going to climax. Emotionally escape. Already she was half way up the hill. Knowing she couldn’t manage the when and how of the impending explosion alarmed her but no more than what she’d already experienced.
Her captors had taken pity on her. They were going to reward her in the most elemental way. She didn’t care that she still hung over the sawhorse, didn’t care that her ass stuck up high and vulnerable. The sweet tremors inside her holes were everything. Just a few more seconds and she’d shoot into space.
