Carnal Slave

by Vonna Harper

  His hold on her hair remained taut. “That’s right, slave. Your past has become your present. You’ll never escape your new life. The only way you’ll survive is by resurrecting that docile and obedient child. Embrace the lessons you learned back then and it’ll be easier on you now. There’s something else.”

  She should care about his last words, but how could she? The oppressive weight she’d grown up under had returned. Fighting was out of the question. Master Damek was right, there was no escape.

  “Master?”

  His mouth twitched. “What, slave?”

  “Water, please, Master.” Staying alive even if I don’t have a life.

  His look as he nodded made her wonder if he was disappointed in her easy surrender.

  Maybe he wanted her to fight, but how could she?

  She felt relief when he let go of her hair but that only lasted until he dangled the nipple clamps before her. “Sucks having to make a choice like that doesn’t it? Maybe you’ll be relieved to know I won’t often give you options.” Keeping his hands where she could see what he was doing, he opened one clamp and slid his finger into the space he’d created. Instead of pinching his finger, he made a show of withdrawing it.

  “For the record, I know what it feels like. It isn’t something I have any interest in repeating. All right, slave, you’ve made your decision. Let’s see if you’ll continue to believe you’ve made the right one.

  This can’t be real. I can’t—

  “Ah! Oh God, please!” Pain dove into her left nipple. Horrified, she tried to shake free only to come face to face with the reality that the metal wasn’t going anywhere. She stared at the man who’d done this to her. Finding no humanity in his glare, she looked down. What she could see of her imprisoned nipple had been captured.

  “One down. One to go. Then you get your reward.”

  Water. At least I won’t die of thirst, today.

  If anything, the second clamp hurt more than the first. She sobbed but didn’t beg. Much as she hated seeing what had been done to her, she couldn’t tear her gaze off her distorted breasts. She’d never given them this much attention, never before thought of them as the core of her being. The solid chain swinging between them reminded her of how the hobbles had restricted her movement.

  “Before we get to my part of the bargain,” he said, “I want to demonstrate an added feature. I hope you’re in a position to pay attention because I find this particularly entertaining.”

  He was entertaining himself by causing her pain? What kind of animal was he?

  No, not just an animal but the man who’d claimed her body and changed her existence.

  Defeat all but blinded her. Fighting herself, she watched as he unhooked one side of the chain, pushed her breasts together, and refastened the chain near the middle so her breasts stayed that way.

  “Control.” He snapped the now taut chain with his forefinger. “It comes in many forms.”

  It was all too much, beyond her comprehension. The pain was horrible, but that was only part of it. Knowing she couldn’t do anything to bring herself relief weighed on her soul.

  Even when her parents were at their most fanatical, in their own way they’d loved her. They spanked her out of a warped sense of responsibility.

  In sharp contrast, she didn’t know why Master Damek was doing this. Yes, he’d hinted at a lifetime as a slave, but what, really, did that mean?

  And why?

  Reality must have slipped away from her because she was suddenly aware that he was no longer in front of her. He wouldn’t abandon her like this, would he? Please, not that! Not when she needed him.

  Afraid as she was of her surroundings, she was even more terrified of being left like this.

  The other naked woman had been tied to the sawhorse, her head’s movement restricted by a short chain running from her collar to the ground. Other than shivering, she couldn’t move. The pussy/ass harness was gone. The man—her master—stood behind her, a Hitachi wand inches from her exposed pussy.

  “Submit!” the trainer snapped and pressed the powerful vibrator against the woman’s sex. She bucked.

  Watching the woman struggle to lift her buttocks while moaning repeatedly, Willow recalled the night Mitch had shown her the Hitachi he said he’d bought for their mutual enjoyment. Despite his repeated requests, she hadn’t let him touch the imposing thing to her pussy. Just feeling it on her arm had left her with no doubt that she wasn’t up for such intense stimulation. Now, watching the helpless woman, she knew she wanted what was being done to her.

  “You’ll get to that point,” Master Damek said from behind her. “When you’ll beg me to replace pain with pleasure, even pleasure that’s capable of destroying your will.”

  Water. He’d promised her water. “Master?” she whimpered.

  “Go on. What were you going to say?”

  “I submitted.” Even though he might not see what she was doing, she shook her upper body a little. Fresh pain made her stop. “Please, Master, I beg you.”

  “I know you do, little slave.”

  Caught off guard by his gentle tone, she waited as he moved back in front of her. He carried a frosty water bottle.

  “Tell me something,” he continued. “What if your option had been to position yourself as the slave over there is doing so I could fuck you in exchange for water and food? Would you have said yes?”

  The other woman continued to gasp and moan. Willow couldn’t tell whether she was trying to free herself or climaxing.

  “Yes, Master,” she admitted. She hated herself.

  Chapter Eight

  “Life is down to the basics for you, isn’t it, slave,” Master Damek said. “It’s damn elementary.”

  She couldn’t think, not with precious moisture running off the water bottle and her breasts on fire.

  He moved closer and unscrewed the top. “What’s happening right now is a demonstration of my capacity for compassion. I can’t promise it’ll always be like that since every day and situation is different. Right now I want you to concentrate on the unbalanced balance of power between us.” He chuckled at what he obviously considered his humor.

  Extending his hand, he placed the bottle against her lips. She immediately sucked. Bit by bit he lifted the bottle, and she tilted her head back like some dog receiving a treat. Cool moisture caressed her throat. She was so afraid he’d stop before she finished that it was all she could do not to guzzle the water. A few drops slid out of the corners of her mouth, prompting her to swallow repeatedly. With a little of her thirst satiated, she focused on Master Damek. He smiled down at her like some kind and patient caretaker.

  “You have promise, slave.” He patted the top of her head. “I don’t yet know you well enough to say how far I’ll be able to take you into sex slavery, but I’ve certainly worked with worse examples.”

  Sex Slavery.

  “That’s enough.” He roughly pulled the empty bottle out of her mouth and tossed it aside. She imagined precious drops staining the cement.

  Faced with the question of what he intended to do with her next, she kept her wary gaze on him. Her breasts throbbed so it was hard to concentrate and one drink hadn’t been enough. Her stomach rumbled.

  “Your weight isn’t bad,” he said. “You aren’t skinny enough to be a model, but experience has taught me that most slave owners prefer a little meat on their slave’s bones. No bones poking them. I’ll be taking a few pounds off you. It’s a byproduct of your training, occupational hazard so to speak.”

  She’d never be able to fully accept the nightmare existence he was painting, either that or her mind was incapable of absorbing it all.

  “Speaking of my goal.” He looped a finger through the taut nipple chain and pulled up.

  Desperate to escape the fire that seemed to touch her everywhere, she straightened until her arms’ restraint stopped her. He continued to hold the chain while leaning down so his face was so close to hers she felt his breath.

&n
bsp; “Speaking of my goal—the end result is to have turned you into a sex slave that even the most inexperienced owner can handle. It comes down to the marriage of pain and pleasure I’ve already talked about. Pay attention now.”

  She was! She couldn’t do otherwise.

  To her surprise, he knelt so his knees brushed hers. She groaned in relief when he let go of the chain, then tensed, afraid. Over his shoulder she saw that the other trainer still held the Hitachi against the captive’s sex. Sweat coated her body, her breasts shook, and now she was trying to move her buttocks away.

  When Master Damek wiggled his forefinger in front of her, Willow forgot about the others.

  “Actually,” he said and wiggled his forefinger again, “this is my favorite training tool. I like the intimacy that’s inherent in its use. However, most of the time I keep a degree of physical distance between myself and my trainee. I won’t spell out the reasons for that. Figure it out for yourself.”

  Only one thing came to mind—Master Damek didn’t want to connect with her on a personal level. To him she was a job, not a human being.

  “Turning her back on freedom is the hardest thing a slave does,” he said. “Surrendering ownership of your body—what a foreign and distasteful concept. However, it’s a necessary one as you’ll soon understand. Fortunately there are perks as your fellow trainee is demonstrating.

  Think about what’s happening to her. She can’t move, and every inch of her body is available to her master. She knows he can do anything he wants to her. There’s nothing she can do or say that’ll stop him.”

  He had to quit talking like that! She couldn’t handle it if he didn’t.

  “Fortunately as I just mentioned, it isn’t all bad. Let me demonstrate.”

  Insane as the thought was, she wished he’d left her gagged. That way she wouldn’t have to communicate with him. Every inch of her body hurt from the cruel and protracted beating.

  With freedom out of her reach, she was left with one option—doing whatever it took to keep pain and fear from overwhelming her.

  Master Damek pushed her thighs so far apart she had to arch her back to keep the position. She could see him but not what he was doing. What did it matter that she’d stopped shaving her pussy after Mitch broke up with her? Surely he had a clear view of her sex.

  “Here’s what I’m getting about,” he said, “when I speak of you losing ownership of your body.”

  She knew what he had in mind but that didn’t stop her from jumping and trying to close her legs when he touched her clit.

  “No!” He slapped the inside of her right thigh with his other hand. “You don’t want me to tie your legs in place, do you?”

  “No, Master.” Her voice shook. “I don’t.”

  “That’s what I thought. You want freedom as much as the next person.”

  Freedom? What a cruel joke that was. He hadn’t said anything about whipping her again, but she had no doubt he would if she did anything to displease him—and maybe even if she didn’t. Holding her breath, she willed herself not to move.

  “Here’s what it’s all about.” He again touched her clit. “Ropes, chains, and whips serve their purpose, but when we get right down to it, this is what controls you.”

  She didn’t remember relaxing, certainly had no intention of doing so. Just the same, she sagged in her bonds and closed her eyes to little more than slits as he lightly rubbed his finger over her sexual trigger. He touched other places, even briefly dove into her vaginal opening, but those things paled next to his experienced finger on the most sensitive part of her body.

  Pain from her abused and trapped breasts lapped at her senses and fire licked at her stretched arms. Somehow it all came together, swirling around until her body became a flowing, helpless whole. She hurt and yet Master Damek’s knowing finger kept the pain from becoming more than she could handle.

  “You’re a sexual being, slave.” His voice had a sing-song quality. “Naïve when it comes to what your body’s capable of. You haven’t tapped into the full-range of that experience, but the process has begun. Under my guidance and mastery, you’ll go deep inside yourself to where the primitive creature lives.”

  Much as she needed to understand what he was saying, she couldn’t give the words her full attention. After so much harsh treatment from him, she could barely comprehend that he was capable of the opposite. His gaze remained locked on her and his finger was gentle, a sweet, liberating caress. The longer he stroked her forcefully-exposed sex, the more she relaxed. She was no longer afraid of him and was barely aware of how tightly he’d tied her. Yes, she was still thirsty and half starved, but those things slipped to a small corner of her consciousness.

  Master Damek was a compassionate, knowledgeable man. As he lightly trailed the fingers of the hand not working her pussy over her swollen breasts, she sank mindlessly into the sensual pool he’d created. He’d beaten her, but that harsh lesson was behind her. Reward time was upon her, sweeping over her skin and diving deep into her core. Her breathing picked up when he slid two fingers inside her, and as he began a pumping action, her heart lost rhythm.

  Her head sagged to the side, stopped only by the thick collar. Her useless hands closed and relaxed repeatedly. Hopefully he understood she wasn’t trying to expel his fingers when, of their own accord, her legs closed around his arm.

  “What’s this, slave?” His gentle question was in sharp contrast to his now almost violent thrusts. “What are you doing?”

  Experiencing. Maybe dying. “I—what do you want me to say, Master?”

  “The truth.”

  “About what, Master?”

  “Do you want what I’m doing to you?”

  Her breasts were so swollen she wondered if the skin might split, her vaginal nerves so close to the surface his every touch there branded her. She stood no chance of stopping him from raking his nails over the flesh not covered by ropes or clamps, not that she wanted to.

  Between the electric touch there and the harsh pummeling of her sex, she was lost. Imprisoned in a way that had nothing to do with bonds.

  Unable to summon the will to straighten her head, she stared at the dark haze that was her master. “I want,” she whispered and licked her lips.

  “Pleasure to make you forget the other.”

  The other was the nightmare waiting to attack again. Desperate to keep it from her, she again widened her stance, lifted herself off the floor a little, and thrust her breasts at the man who commanded her world.

  “That’s a good slave.” One hand harshly invaded her most private place while the other brushed and stroked her breasts. “Down you go, deep into sensation and submission.” Leaning toward her, he licked her sweat stained cheeks. “Say it, slave. I want to hear the words.”

  She was so hot! Swaying at the edge of the sensual cliff he’d created. A slave to her ravenous body.

  “Words?” she got out around her tight throat.

  He licked her breasts, then went back to caressing them. His pussy thrusts had slowed but it felt as if he was going deeper into her each time, making her vaginal walls weep and her belly cramp.

  “You’ve surrendered little slave. Tell your master where you are right now.”

  “I—I don’t know.”

  “You forgot to call me Master which means you’ll be punished for it. Fortunately for you, I want to keep you focused on something else. Think, slave, think. Is there anything you can do to stop what’s happening, any way you can get out of your predicament?”

  Alarmed by what he’d said about punishing her, she struggled to slide back into overwhelming arousal. “No, Master. I can’t.”

  “Do you want to?”

  What felt like a wild beast had latched onto her pussy. It was pulling her closer and closer to a dark, yet wanted edge. “I, Master, I don’t know.”

  “Because this feels too good.” He shoved his fingers as far as they’d go in her sex channel. Instead of withdrawing a little like before, they remained t
here. The fingers on her breasts slowed, then stopped moving.

  “Yes,” she blurted, praying that’s what he wanted to hear. “Yes, Master.”

  “Which means what?”

  Sharp pain on her nipples forced her attention onto them. He’d caught the chain between thumb and forefinger and was pulling it toward him.

  “Please, please don’t.”

  “You again forgot to call me Master which means more punishment. “

  He jerked the chain, and she screamed. She thought she heard an answering cry from the other captive. The sounds battered her, and she shook violently. The searing in her breasts became all-encompassing. Much as she wanted it to end, she couldn’t think how to make that happen.

  The assault on her sex slowly backed off until she didn’t feel quite so trapped. At the same time, he increased the space between his fingers so they pressed against her inner walls.

  “Good and bad, love and hate, pleasure and pain.”

  He started pummeling her channel again. She thought he was working her even faster than before, but maybe it only felt that way because she was already so sensitive there.

  It was coming!

  He’d know when she climaxed, she warned herself. He’d become even more powerful than he already was, know everything about her.

  Scared, she tried to stop herself, but it was too late. Glorious heat enveloped her, and she screamed repeatedly. Her climax seemed to go on forever, rising and falling only to surge upward again. Every time his fingers thrust into her, they threatened to tear her apart.

  “Please, please—I can’t—“

  “You’re trapped, slave. Falling and falling because that’s what I want you to do, damn it!”

  Her nipples felt as if they were being torn off, and sex juices exploded from her. She couldn’t stop whimpering, fought to back away from the man responsible. He cursed each time his fingers pounded her channel. She vaguely realized she was grunting in time with his profanity.

  Finally—it felt as if she’d been climaxing forever—she had nothing left to give and sagged like a gutted animal. He kept after her for maybe a minute then stopped pulling on the nipple chain, withdrew his fingers from her, and wiped them on her sweating thighs.