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Carnal Slave

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by Vonna Harper




  No surprise, the majority of humans have sexual fantasies. They often serve to mentally and safely bypass real world sexual restraints. Illusion allows us to imagine the limits of sexual activity both legal and otherwise. There’s no need for constraint because it isn’t real.

  Carnal Slave is that, creativity set free. It is a raw and rough, non-consensual, an imaginary world of sexual slave training.

  CARNAL SLAVE

  By Vonna Harper

  Chapter One

  Fired. Canned. Let go.

  One moment Willow Widen wanted to slam her fist against the steering wheel and scream obscenities. The next she had all she could do not to pull over to the side of the road and cry.

  This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t! She’d more than simply worked for M&M Road Construction the past three years. Until a few months ago, they couldn’t have asked for a more dependable and loyal employee. Everything had changed when she started suspecting the company was secretly using inferior materials and—Don’t go there! Not now.

  A car horn to her left blared, and she jerked on the wheel so she no longer straddled the line. A middle-aged woman glared at her, then sped around her. She was too upset to be driving but how else was she going to get to the apartment she could no longer afford?

  Her stomach tightened even more. She needed to talk to someone, but only Mitch LaFord came to mind, and he was no longer part of her life.

  Her throat felt as if it was going to close down, and her eyes burned so she could hardly see. She was only a couple of miles from home. Surely she could make it that far. And then what?

  Unnerved by the thought of spending the night alone, she looked around. Good. She hadn’t passed the liquor store. She’d buy a bottle of vodka and mix it with the orange juice she had every morning—a big bottle.

  By forcing herself to live in the moment, she managed to exit the boulevard and get into the parking lot without causing an accident. When she got out of the car that would probably be repossessed, she nearly lost her balance. Damn the stupid high heels!

  Shoulders back and hands fisted, she started toward the large liquor store. A battered pickup with a couple of men in it pulled alongside.

  “Hey,” the passenger called out. “You looking for a party?”

  In a way she was grateful for the distraction. Anything was better than reliving the awful moments in Raymont Manchin’s office.

  “Don’t play hard to get,” the passenger said. “Just looking at you, we can tell how bad you want to get laid. Your call which motel we go to.”

  Uneasy, she looked around to make sure someone would hear if she yelled for help. A newer white SUV driven by a man in a dress shirt and tie was nearby. “I’m not interested.” A week ago she could have added that she was in a serious relationship but that, like her job, was history.

  “You don’t know what you’re missing, bitch!” the truck driver yelled. “One round with me and you’d spend the rest of your life begging me to fuck you again.”

  Much as she wanted to call him a liar, she knew better than to say anything. Another time she probably would have turned tail and scurried back to her car, but she needed a drink, or two.

  “What’s the problem?” the passenger asked as she started toward the front door again.

  “You think you’re too good for us?”

  If only she’d chosen a parking spot closer to the building. If only her head was on straight today.

  “She’s probably dead from the waist down,” the driver said. “That true, bitch? You couldn’t come if we filled all your holes?”

  The question kicked up her awareness of her pussy. Thank goodness the hecklers didn’t know how little it took to turn her on.

  The pickup had been keeping pace. A few more feet and she’d be inside, away from them. However, before she could reach her destination, the pickup sped up and turned abruptly so it was between her and the store. She tried to walk around the dirty vehicle. The pickup backed up, nearly hitting her.

  “That’s enough,” a take-charge male voice said. “Leave the lady alone.”

  Looking in the direction the voice had come from, she spotted the well-dressed man from the white SUV. He’d gotten out of his vehicle. After giving her a nod, he directed his attention at the rednecks.

  “I’m armed.” He touched the small of his back. “None of us wants me to have to use this, but I will if you don’t leave, now.”

  “You’re welcome to her,” the driver muttered after a pause. “But you ain’t getting much.”

  The pickup roared off, leaving Willow wondering if the past few moments had really happened. She’d been approached by men. At twenty-five and decently put together, she figured it came with the territory. Fortunately, most weren’t as crude as those two.

  “I appreciate what you did,” she told the businessman. “It’s been a lousy day. I didn’t know how to handle—“

  “I kind of figured that. It’s a good thing I was on my way in here.” He indicated the liquor store. “I don’t often get to play white knight.”

  Tension seeped out of her. Her white knight certainly fit the description. He had white collar businessman written all over him, but beneath the conservative clothes he appeared to be physically fit. He certainly knew how to take charge of a situation.

  She held out her hand. “I’m Willow Widen. Again, thank you.”

  He covered her fingers with his larger ones. His grip was stronger than she’d expected.

  “Damek. I’m sorry you’re having a lousy day. I, however, am having a fine one.”

  A little nonplussed because he hadn’t let go of her hand, she pulled free. At least he hadn’t asked why her day was in the toilet. He was maybe ten years older than her and over six feet tall. His slacks covered a flat belly and solid legs while beneath his dark blue dress shirt his shoulders had impressive width. His forearms were well-muscled. She couldn’t say he was handsome. His eyes were a little on the small side and rather close together and his lips were puffy, almost feminine.

  “Do you really have a gun?” she asked when it dawned on her that it was her turn to say something.

  He nodded, drawing her attention to a receding hairline and almost black hair. “It’s a tool of my trade, a job requirement.”

  Despite her curiosity about what he did, she wasn’t in a mood to get into a conversation with anyone. Now that her adrenalin had run its course, she felt weighed down by life. She wouldn’t mind having sex with Damek, or anyone with a penis. It was the whole pretending to give a damn about another person right now she couldn’t handle.

  “Well look.” She nodded at the glass door. “I don’t want to keep you from doing what you came here for. Again, thank you.”

  He studied her just long enough for her to wonder what he was thinking. “Right place, right time. It’s been interesting talking to you, Willow.”

  Interesting? What a strange thing to say she pondered as he opened the door and she walked in ahead of him.

  #

  Leaning back in the driver’s seat of the rental SUV, Damek studied the subject’s ass as she returned to her car. She clutched the paper wrapped vodka bottle as if it was a lifeline while he lightly cradled his cell phone. “Connection has been made,” he told the other Carnal operative.

  “You have her already?”

  “Not yet. I was following her and the opportunity for contact arose. How are you doing?”

  Reno, his sometimes partner, snorted. “You think I’m going to tell you?”

  “That bad, huh. Remember the rules. This time we take our subjects the old fashioned way, no high tech—“

  “I know,” Reno interrupted. “Besides, I don’t need a stun gun to overpower a subject.”

  “Hopefully you’re able t
o shut her up before she wakes the neighbors. Where are you anyway?”

  “Dallas. You?”

  “Some burg in Iowa.”

  “So you’ll be heading to the ranch as soon as you have yours. No driving over half of the damn country like I’m going to have to.”

  “That’s the breaks. I just wanted to say hi and that I’ll be kicking your butt.”

  “The hell you will. Bring on the auction. My slave will be ready.”

  “You hope. Oh, I guess I should tell you that my subject doesn’t have any backbone.

  Training her is going to be pig simple.”

  “Just like you, pig simple.”

  Damek told Reno to go to hell and hung up. He’d see Reno in a few weeks when they met up at the ranch for a human flesh auction. Carnal Incorporated existed to satisfy the specialized sexual desires of a select number of extremely wealthy and amoral men. Operatives like Reno and himself were well-paid to turn women who fit Carnal’s profile into sex slaves.

  Some of the time he did his own trolling for subjects. Other times, like now, likely subjects were referred to Carnal.

  He was ready for the challenge. First step called for taking Willow out of her world and into his.

  Chapter Two

  Willow tossed her purse at the couch. Her cell phone popped out and fell onto the carpet. She stared at it, thinking of the last time she’d talked to Mitch. Damn him for telling her they were through the way he had. Yes, she was glad she hadn’t had to look at him as he said the words that had torn her apart. At the same time, she hated him for not having the guts to face her. Most of all she hated him for the words he’d thrown at her.

  Forcing down a sob, she went into the bedroom. The phone could stay on the carpet all night as far as she was concerned. It wasn’t as if Mitch would care that she no longer had a job.

  She was yesterday’s news to him.

  Overwhelmed, she stripped out of her clothes and walked into the bathroom. The vodka was waiting for her in the kitchen, but she felt so damn dirty that even getting drunk would have to wait. As steam started to fill the shower stall, she leaned against the sink and wrapped her arms around her middle. She felt sexless, dead from the neck down. That, more than anything else, was proof of how kicked in the gut she felt. In a way it was funny because a few weeks ago she’d come to the conclusion that she could no longer go on working for M&M Road Construction thanks to what she’d learned about them.

  “I didn’t get to walk out on them before they fired me. That’s what sucks,” she muttered. “Or decide…”

  Damn it, was she so indecisive she couldn’t gather the guts to take what she knew about the company’s illegal activities to the authorities?

  What do you think, you spineless coward.

  Done with beating herself up, she stepped into the shower. The water was hotter than she’d expected, causing her to jump back and dial down the temperature. After a moment, she settled herself under the spray so it hit her hair and closed her eyes.

  Alone. Jobless. No man in her life. No family when she got down to it or friends because she’d let Mitch become her everything. Not a chance of taking that dream trip to Alaska because she couldn’t afford it.

  Other than that, she was doing great.

  She reached for the shampoo. As she soaped her mid back length blonde hair, she let fantasy take over. A take-charge man would walk in, turn off the water, and grasp her hand.

  He’d gently towel her off while describing his Spanish villa. He’d fallen in love with her the moment he’d seen her and wanted nothing more than to take her to the villa where they’d live on fresh fruit, aged cheese, fine wine, and sex. Lots of sex.

  Abandoning her hair, she slid her hands between her legs. Stubble met her. Mitch had insisted on a shaved pussy, but she’d stopped doing that as soon as she realized he wasn’t coming back. Teeth clenched against unwanted memories, she fingered her labia and then her clit. For the first time in years nothing stirred. Concerned, she applied more pressure while briskly massaging her sex. She still felt nothing except for a little discomfort.

  Groaning, she leaned against the shower wall and let her arms hang. Any thought she might have had that getting fired hadn’t turned her world upside down died with the realization that her always healthy libido had failed her. She supposed she could haul out her collection of sex toys and get the job done, but if deep down her body wasn’t interested, what was the point?

  She had no choice but to judge how she was doing emotionally by what her pussy told her.

  #

  Wearing only a knee-length terry robe, Willow sprawled on the couch in her living room staring at one of the game shows that came on after the evening news. She’d drunk her dinner and saw no reason not to keep going. Hopefully she wouldn’t get sick, but if she did, no one would be the wiser.

  “Damn you, Mitch. Your timing totally sucks. I told you about my suspicions regarding the company, asked your opinion of what I should do, but did you care? Hell no. You could hardly wait to get rid of me. What was it you called me, a leach? What a cruel thing to say.”

  Tears blurred her surroundings, not that it mattered. She lived in the end unit of a small, single-level, older complex. The gay couple next to her worked nights. Otherwise, they might hear if she started bawling. Her living room window had a less than inspiring view of a trucking company’s storage lot. Judging by how few trucks were in the lot, either business was booming or, as her landlord had said, the company was going bankrupt. Not long ago she’d felt sorry for the owner. Now she realized how much they had in common.

  The ice in her drink had mostly melted but doing anything about it was too much work.

  It was a lot easier to sprawl on the couch while trying to summon up the energy to change the channel.

  She had to get another job. Once she was again employed, she’d move from this down-at-the-heels place and into a newer, upscale complex complete with security cameras and decent locks. Yeah, that’s what she’d do. Pack up her belongings and—The doorbell rang. Pissed at the intrusion, she stared at the door. The bell chimed again.

  “Who is it?” she yelled and muted the TV.

  “Mitch.”

  The voice didn’t sound like Mitch’s but maybe the liquor had gotten to her hearing.

  “What do you want?”

  “Are you going to let me in?”

  That sounded more like him, didn’t it? Maybe he’d learned what had happened to her today and knew she shouldn’t be alone. He’d hold her while she cried and ranted. They’d fuck until the top of her head exploded.

  As she stood, her robe gaped. She pulled the halves together, then made her less than steady way to the door and twisted the lock. Stepping back a little, she pulled the door toward her.

  A stranger stood in the space she’d created. “What—“

  He shoved her backward across the room, kicking the door shut as he did. Following her, he jammed the back of her legs against the couch and twisted her around. She landed face down on the couch. He straddled her, grabbed her hair, and pulled her head back so she could barely breathe. Her right arm was jammed between her and the back of the couch, and he knelt on her left. No matter how frantically she bucked and squirmed, she couldn’t stop him from jamming a ball gag in her mouth. He pushed her face back into the couch, then buckled the gag in place.

  Terror lanced through her. Her attacker’s strength was much greater than hers. Even more frightening was the realization of how easily he’d silenced her. She managed to turn her head to the side, but his weight still made breathing difficult. He scooted back until he straddled her thighs then grabbed her arms and forced them behind her. A leather strip bit into her arms just above her elbows. Her terror grew as he cinched her elbows within inches of each other.

  In contrast to her strained breathing, he didn’t seem to be short of breath as he climbed off her and stood.

  Staring at what she could see of him, she cursed her half-drunk mind. She was va
guely aware that she should be even more afraid, yet there was something comforting about not really caring.

  “You don’t remember me, Willow?” He jerked his head at her drink. “How much of the bottle’s left?”

  How did you know I bought— The question died as she stared up at the face of the man who’d rescued her earlier today. He’d exchanged his dress shirt and tie for jeans and a T-shirt.

  “Get up.”

  He sounded so calm and reasonable she relaxed a little. Then she acknowledged that he’d issued a command and again felt overwhelmed.

  “I said, get up.”

  There was something fierce and cruel in the not-so-simple sentence. Her shoulders already ached from being pulled back, and she’d started to drool. The way he stood on widespread legs left her with no doubt of which of them was in charge. Trembling as she hadn’t done since childhood, she squirmed around on the couch until she was sitting up and her feet were on the carpet. Her robe had come untied. One breast was exposed as was much of her belly and mons.

  Leaving her, he walked over to the opening between the living room and kitchen and turned on the overhead light. He studied her as she fought to free her arms. When he reached into his back pocket, she feared he was reaching for a knife. “No, please,” she tried to beg but only muffled sounds came out. She was barely restrained so why did she feel so helpless?

  He pulled out a digital camera and began taking pictures of her. Every time the flash went off, she jumped and frantically looked for somewhere, anywhere to run. The closed front door seemed to be mocking her. Not only would she be hard-pressed to open it with her arms the way they were, her captor would surely stop her.

  Damek! That’s what he’d said his name was.

  “I’ve been watching you for several days.” He placed the camera on the coffee table. “As a result, I know a lot about your housing situation. I made gagging you my first order of business because there’s a remote chance someone might hear a scream. Having neighbors who work nights made things easier for me. Otherwise, I might have had to grab you elsewhere.”

 

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