Ashley watched nervously when he walked over to a winch on the wall by the fireplace, and she looked up at the ceiling at the sound of a chain being lowered. Her shaking increased, and if she had not been frozen in terror, she might have tried to back away. Garrett pushed her down onto her stomach on the cold stone floor and hooked her ankles to her bound wrists. She wailed in agony at the stretching of the stressed muscles in her legs, still not completely healed from the journey up the mountain.
Garrett hooked the chain to her hogtied bindings, and then secured short links to the back of her collar and attached it to the heavy ceiling chain. As he raised her, she pulled with her bound arms to keep her airway open, and she wound up leaning forward in almost a mid-air kneeling that seemed to torture every muscle.
Garrett watched her eyes closely to make sure she was still registering her pain. He walked behind her and returned, tossing some things onto the chair. Through her tears, she watched him approach with some pinching clamps that closed down on her sensitive nipples. Light chains with weights swayed through the air, pulling with each movement.
When he walked behind her with the other device, she closed her legs. Ashley heard him chuckle softly as he wrapped a cuff around the top of each thigh where they creased into her bottom. Her thighs hurt from pulling them together, and she reluctantly let them drop open. Almost immediately, she felt a smooth slender tube pushed into her rectum until a flange breached her ring to hold it in place. She shrieked at the invasion.
She felt a bar of some sort hooked to the thigh cuffs, and then a small tug on the plug. Garrett walked around so he could look into her eyes. “You’ll be more comfortable if you keep those legs together,” he chuckled. Garrett sat down in the chair, watching the hanging girl until her eyes widened.
Ashley felt the plug inside her begin to inflate, and her thighs reflexively strained to pull together, squeezing the bar. As the rod was depressed, the tube inside her deflated, and Ashley understood what the man had meant by his warning. In short order, her thighs were trembling and dropping open again, and she felt the plug get bigger. When the size became excruciating, she forced her legs against the pole to make it bearable.
Garrett studied her, as sweat from her exertions formed a light sheen, glowing golden in the firelight. Her shoulders worked to keep her collar loosened while her breasts were pulled down from the clamps, and her thighs were beginning the strained push and pull on the rod, causing the tube to change size with each pump. All parts of her body were being stressed, but her eyes were closed in concentration as she adjusted. Garrett was only going to leave her in the torture for a few minutes. Next time, she would be able to prepare her mind for a lengthier session.
Ashley heard him sigh, and she opened her eyes to see him walk behind her. The tormenting device was removed and she gushed a sob of relief when Garrett unhooked her collar from the chain and her chin dropped forward in exhaustion. He placed his hands on either side of her head and thrust his cock deep into her throat. She was unprepared, and screamed. “You closed your eyes, girl, and were told you would be punished.”
Ashley wailed as her mouth was filled with repeated, deep thrusts. He withdrew and placed himself between her spread legs. Her thighs were too strained to pull back together, and she whimpered while his spit-slickened cock pushed past her tight ring. He wrapped one arm around her thighs and brought her closer, impaling her fully while she shrieked. His other hand reached around to her bare pussy and began the treacherous movements to arouse her.
It hurt so badly, yet still her channel squeezed and lubricated, and she wailed. Garrett thrust in time to her pulses until she squeezed him so tightly he thought he would spend his seed without the thrusting he desired. He grabbed her hips, thumbs pressing into her bottom, and plunged deep until he exploded. When he was through, he walked back to the chair and sat down with a book, leaving her hanging and crying and drooling his cum.
After what seemed like an eternity, Garrett closed his book and stood in front of her. He gripped her jaw and lifted her head so that she looked into his dark stare. “You have two lessons to learn today, girl. We’ll try again.”
Ashley knelt between his thighs with her legs spread, forcing herself to suck and lick the cock in her mouth, with the possible reward of having the ring removed. When he finished, she stood in front of him with her wrists still bound behind her and cried softly while her thighs trembled and her tear-filled eyes tried to stay open, looking into his sadistic gaze while she climaxed. At the end, she twisted away, and she found herself swaying in the painful hogtie for another two hours. It was another week before she could accomplish the act without being punished.
CHAPTER V
A month had passed and Garrett was still intrigued with the new measures he was able to use in training her. Ashley had sucked Garrett’s cock after breakfast and was silently kneeling in front of him while he read. Her fingers held her now permanently denuded lips open while she stroked herself. She was ordered to keep herself slick and ready, but not to cum. It had been several days since he had allowed that, and a part of her mind was anticipating the relief of another climax.
A knock at the door caused her to jump, and she looked fearfully around the room for a place to hide. “Stay.” Garrett ordered as he rose to greet his visitor. Ashley remained kneeling, but curled her hands over her sex and stared at the floor. A vaguely familiar voice conversed with Garrett, and she trembled when she heard the men approach her. Garrett’s boots appeared in front of her and she found the sight slightly comforting.
“Display that cunt, girl,” Garrett warned. It was about time to introduce her to the whip, and her reluctance with Harvey would expedite the situation. Ashley gasped, and then whimpered when a second set of boots appeared on the floor in the chair next to Garrett’s. Her hands were frozen over her lap, and Garrett saw her tears splatter on the stone between her spread thighs.
In one of his lightening fast moves, Garrett was behind her, pulling her to her feet by the back of her collar. His hand crashed down on her bottom, and she reached back to shield herself from another blow. He took advantage of the opportunity by seizing her wrists and clipping her cuffs together, and he pushed her in front of his guest. Ashley was sobbing now, but he had already ingrained the punishment for begging. It forced the ring back into her mouth for a full day.
In total embarrassment, she continued to look down, fixing her eyes on the boots of the stranger. Garrett held her immobile, and her eyes widened when the guest’s hands approached her. Struggling to back away, she was stopped by Garrett’s body and she began to quiver. He kicked her feet apart, and Ashley began to silently count the punishments she had earned.
The stranger grasped a lip between the fingers of each hand, and spread her intimate folds while she cried. “She’s wet,” the man remarked.
“The slut would cum all day long, if I let her. I have her keep herself ready to be fucked instead.” Ashley’s eyes continued to fill with humiliated tears, and the men enjoyed her reaction immensely. “Welcome Harvey to my home, girl.” A strong hand pushed down on her shoulder, and Ashley began to sob.
The hands released her lips and rubbed his denim before lowering the zipper. Shaking her head and crying, Ashley pushed back into Garrett’s thighs. He pulled the ring from his pocket and reached around to her mouth. Ashley moaned while she opened her jaws, realizing she had racked up so many punishments for disobeying and still she had been forced to comply with his demands. He pushed her forward, and just before the stranger gripped her head, she glanced up at him.
Harvey smiled when he saw the recognition in her face before he plunged into her mouth. Between gagging, breathing and sucking, Ashley’s mind swirled in confusion. ‘The ranger from the park… the one who would help search for her… no, this man helped kidnap her… no one was looking for her.’ She felt Garrett grab her hips and raise her while the ranger held her cheeks and kept thrusting. A cock drove into her ass and she screamed.
“Damn that felt good,” Harvey gritted. He winked up at Garrett, to begin his story, though he really did not need to embellish much. The girl’s boyfriend had been the most useless hindrance on the search. “What the hell was with her boyfriend? All the son of a bitch did was cry. By the time we made it back to the campsite it was pouring, but the guys had mucked up the footprints so badly searching for them that no one ever got as far as the tree line. They all swore the girls had been taken by truck, so the town’s finest were put on notice to look out for them and all of us at the park were released for the winter.”
“Charlie told the police that he thought Ashley knew her kidnapper, because she had sex with him before they left and it was obvious she had enjoyed the encounter.” Harvey was rewarded with a humiliated sob around his cock.
“The other girls’ mothers came out and made inquiries and split the cost of an investigator, but he quit after a week, stating he had nothing to work on. Ashley’s mother just said to keep her posted if anything new came up, but she was in Greece and did not see the sense in interrupting her vacation until a ransom was demanded or something turned up. She kept asking how much the police thought the kidnappers would want, and said she heard that the victims were usually disposed of, even if it was paid.”
Ashley’s reeling mind took in the dispassionate claims about her mother’s reaction, and she knew he was speaking the truth. What she could not see was Garrett’s slight flinch, and she did not register the missed beat of his thrusting. Garrett had guessed the girl had come from a boarding school background, but he had not known the girl had been emotionally abandoned.
His story was similar, on a much poorer scale of being left alone for days in motel rooms while his mother cruised the bars. It was one of the things he had always suspected had caused his need to inflict pain on women. If he was the sort that it bothered, he thought a shrink might tell him that his compulsions were a way of striking out at his mother. It had been easier to sell her to Antonio.
After the men finished, Garrett ordered her back to her cage and locked her in for the night. Out of earshot, he talked with Harvey in their chairs by the fire. The two men rose and shuttled supplies into the cabin, and resumed their conversation until Ashley fell into a tormented sleep. In the morning, Harvey was gone.
After her morning duties, Ashley knelt by Garrett while he finished his coffee. Her finger was frantically working her spread folds in a nervous attempt to appease him, and perhaps avoid some of the inevitable punishment she had earned. “Are you masturbating, slut? Trying to squeeze off an orgasm?”
Ashley whimpered and slowed her stroking, miserably realizing she had just earned another punishment. She also realized he was right, and that the thought of an imminent torture, along with days of not being forced to climax, had her on the edge of a fateful display of relief.
Garrett had let her work herself to a pinnacle, and once again denied her the release she was craving. In the month he had her, she was conditioning well. “Get on the table.” He watched her bottom, slightly firmer than when he had collected her, as she crossed the room.
Ashley climbed up onto the table and lay down, spreading her legs and raising her arms over her head. It was a position she had been painfully forced into enough times, and she had learned what was demanded on the table, as well as a few of the other devices. There were still things she had not been secured to, and a perverse part of her mind anticipated when she would be subjected to a new torture.
Garrett hooked her wrists together and bound her to the table. He strapped her thighs, hips and under her breasts, along with her arms, ankles and collar, and she began to get nervous at being restricted so completely. As usual, the man did not speak while he arranged things on the cabinet. She found her mind wandering as it had while she was in the cage, about how involved her circumstances must be to have elicited the help of the park ranger.
Garrett was also reflecting on Harvey’s visit. Harvey had informed him that Colby had always said that if Garrett found one he wanted to keep, the purchase would be arranged. It was all the go ahead he needed to proceed with the selective training for Ashley. They laughed softly over the suggestion to acquire the mother, and Harvey had even brought up throwing Charlie into the mix. They both sneered at that one, and made jokes about what a sissy boy they could turn him into.
In the morning, while Garrett walked him out to saddle the horse, Harvey said, “She’s a beauty, Garrett. I hope I do half as well as you did up here.” The ranger looked at the valley that would be his new home in a few months.
“You’ll be fine, Harvey. Colby wouldn’t send you up unless he knew you were ready for it,” Garrett assured him.
“It will be interesting to see what you and Colby work out. He’s finished the upgrades and outbuildings on your ranch, and hung a metal sign over the drive.”
Garrett looked suspicious, and wondered what his future partner had named his new homestead. In his mind, he saw the two tall poles with the sign hanging from chains with Colby’s pickup driving under it. “So, what’s my new ranch called?”
“Predator Ridge. Seems to suit the place,” Harvey grinned.
Garrett thought to himself that the name was a perfect summation of his work with the rancher. “Tell him thanks.” He looked at the clouds gathering, knowing he had been Harvey’s last stop for supplies. “Take it easy going back down. It looks like a storm’s coming in, and I can already feel the temperature drop.”
“Will do. See you in the spring, Garrett.” Harvey tugged the reigns and headed towards the ledge leading into the valley.
Garrett’s musings were interrupted when he heard the girl sigh. He looked over and saw her clenching her bottom and trying to thrust her hips with her eyes closed, lost in some arousing fantasy. Now that he had thrown her libido into overdrive, it was time to teach her a measure of restraint. The rings he placed on the table between her thighs shone almost as much as the thick needle required to place them, and he felt the familiar stirring in his groin while he looked up at the pink hole leaking juices.
He let his finger travel through her wetness, and she gasped and stilled. It was obvious she was anxious to see if he would finally let her cum, and he smiled to himself. Garrett walked to the side and pinched a nipple, tugging and milking until it was at full, taut length. Her amber eyes were riveted on his face, willing him to go back to her sex. They widened when the long needle approached her nipple, and she bit her lip to keep from pleading. The amber orbs were filling with tears, and Garrett forced himself back to his task.
As the needle slid through the tip, she stiffened, though it did not hurt as much as she had thought it would. Threading the thicker ring through was much more painful, and she continued to bite down and sniffled. The second breast was adorned, and Ashley was relieved it was over with. She thought she had done well and would not be due another punishment.
A minute passed, and she wondered why the belts were not being removed. She looked down at the man standing between her legs, and he held up another ring with one hand while a finger stroked her slit. Ashley panicked and stiffened her thighs, trying to squeeze them together. When she tried to shake her head, the collar held her in place and she began to whimper. “Be still.”
Ashley did not know if he meant not to cry or not to move. Both seemed impossible as her body trembled, and whimpers mewled between her lips. Tears were flowing freely down the sides of her face and she silently begged him not to do this… knowing how futile her pleas were. She clamped her bottom together, trying to get the tightened wedge to travel to the top of her lips, but her secured thighs prohibited it. More cream flowed from her core, and Garrett’s eyes narrowed on her response. Her mind still denied what her body accepted.
Forceps held the base of her clit while he slid the needle through, and she screamed. She continued to wail while the ring was slid in place and crimped closed. At last, the straps were removed, and he had her follow him to his chair by the fireplace and kneel. His stron
g hand stroked through her hair while she whimpered and sucked him to orgasm.
“You have punishments coming from your behavior in front of our guest.” Ashley was still kneeling and quietly crying, and Garrett had caught her trying to look at the new rings when she thought he was preoccupied.
“Yes, Garrett,” she said obediently, determined not to chalk up more problems.
“Over here, girl.”
She followed him over to a low stanchion resembling a sturdy padded saw horse. Garrett folded her over it so her bottom was raised, and he chained her spread ankles to the legs. The swollen lips of her pussy were spread, and she tightened and wondered if he was going to enter her. It seemed to her it had been a long time since he had done it, and she was sure she would not be able to hold back her climax. Instead, he clipped two light chains to the new clit piercing and attached them to her wrist cuffs.
He walked around to her front, squatted, and gripped her chin. Ashley gazed into the deep blue eyes, and she saw the sexual heat and excitement in his face. For some reason, it pleased her to know she made him feel that way. She had never imagined any man looking at her with the obvious lust in his eyes. Ashley realized he was speaking to her in one of his short phrases. “You will count out the strikes, and they will stop when you cum. Then, you will thank me.”
Ashley wondered if he meant to spank her again. He had before, but usually when she had disobeyed. It hurt a little, but it also felt kind of good. “Yes, Garrett.” At least he was finally going to let her relieve herself of the pent up passion. Her fingers moved to her pussy, carefully avoiding the tender new piercing. Without being able to touch her clit, she realized there was only one other option she could think of to arouse herself… still, she felt wicked when she stuck the first finger inside of her channel. It was a new experience for her, and she found herself studying the wet, sucking muscles.
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