by Vonna Harper
“Holy shit,” Master Damek muttered.
“Yeah, holy shit. Now you understand why there’s so much interest in her. Your slave’s going to come in dead last.”
“Maybe.”
In the short amount of time she’d been under his control, she’d come to understand some of Master Damek’s emotions. Right now he was angry—an ugly and unnerving mood. She tried to concentrate on him but between the other woman’s seemingly endless climax and her own simmering beneath the surface, she couldn’t. The dildo felt so damn good. Whatever it took, she’d keep it in her until it did its work. Closing her eyes, she shoved her fellow captive to the back of her mind and focused on the delicious pleasure spread through her.
“Okay slave, time to see if you can top the other bitch.”
Hating her master, she pulled herself back to reality. His gaze challenged her to give as good as she was getting, but all she could do was keep her vaginal muscles tight until her body stepped over that wonderful/frightening line.
“What’s that, slave? Rebellion. That’s the last damn thing you should ever do around me.”
She saw his hand coming, couldn’t stop him from slapping her cheek with what felt like all his strength.
“Easy,” Stoker muttered as the blow knocked her back. “Crap, Damek, don’t let her instinct for survival get to you.”
“Never. I know what I’m doing.” Grabbing a nipple, he hauled her toward him and struck her other cheek.
She swung away, losing her footing as she did. The dildo squirted out.
“Damn it, Damek, you’re—“
“Shut the fuck up! I know what I’m doing. Watch and learn.”
“The hell you know. You—“
“Enough, damn it!”
If not for the rubber filling her mouth, she might have bitten her tongue. Her ears rang and her cheeks burned where his hand had landed. She couldn’t survive this! No way could she—Master Damek let go of her nipple and reached down.
“Holy shit,” Stoker said. “That’s going to be interesting.”
“You should know better than to throw a challenge my way.” He looked up at the camera. “Let’s let our audience decide which bitch is loudest.”
He cupped his hand against the inside of her right thigh and pushed, forcing her to widen her stance as much as she could. Something pressed against her labia.
“Let’s get rid of that gag,” Stoker said. “Give the audience the full effect.”
“I don’t know. That thing—“
“She’ll survive, at least I think she will.”
This was a nightmare! One moment she believed she understood what was happening to her, even why. The next Master Damek took her to a foreign and terrifying place. She’d never felt more alive.
Stoker started in on the straps around her head, and she looked forward to the bit of freedom that went with no longer being gagged. When it happened, her gratitude nearly had her thanking the other man.
Then she remembered Master Damek’s warning about her survival and the thing against her sex. With her head no longer immobilized, she was able to look down but couldn’t see anything except his hand.
Sick with anticipation, she stared at the other woman. The clothes pins were gone, thank goodness, but the weighs were still attached to the nipple chain which elongated her breasts. Alone and forgotten, the woman continued to try to deal with what she’d been strapped into.
All at once, the men seemed to be waiting for the same thing. Filled with dread, she tried to breathe. A snapping sound alerted her to a change. Fire erupted over her pussy.
“Oh God!” She stood on her toes.
The fire returned. This time it lasted long enough for her to realize she was being shocked. Wild with fear, she fought her restraints. Master Damek tightened his hold on her nipple while Stoker did the same to her other nipple. Caught between them, she stared all around. Her frantic gaze landed on the overhead camera. Much as she needed to curse whoever might be watching, she knew better.
Fire again. Electricity arcing through her vagina and seeming to reach her uterus.
Mewling sounds that didn’t begin to equal what she was experiencing flowed from her open mouth. Urine dribbled out while her legs shook. What existed of her mind said she wasn’t being electrocuted. The sensations weren’t intense enough for that.
The shocks kept coming. She fought to bury herself in the moments of peace, but they didn’t last. No matter how much she tried to anticipated, she was never prepared for the next attack.
Attack? No, not that.
Her sex nerves were being overstimulated. If the shocks had been relentless, she would have already been forced to climax. Instead, she likened what was happening to matches being thrown on kindling. The matches kept going out before the kindling caught fire, but the heat grew and smoke rose.
“How long you going to play with her?”
Master Damek laughed. “I haven’t decided.” He ran what she’d determined was a wand over her sopping pussy. “Wait, yes I have.”
Explosion upon explosion. A constant snapping now, her helpless body jumping and jolting. She felt it coming. “No, no, no!” she screamed. “Oh please, Master, no!”
“Oh yes.”
She rolled double-time into a fierce climax. Harsh, useless sounds raked her throat.
There was no getting away from the assault. The longer it lasted, the less she knew.
“Too much,” she somehow got out. “Too God damn much!” After that she simply screamed.
Chapter Thirteen
Willow lay crumpled on a floor made wet by her body’s discharges. She vaguely remembered that Master Damek had taken off the straps around her chest and let her down.
She’d sagged against him while Stoker removed the restraints around her wrists. Her master had ordered her to stand, but her legs had gone out from under her before he finished re-cuffing her arms in front of her. Her ankles remained connected.
Stoker had taken off his captive’s nipple clamps, but the pussy restraint remained in place. Judging by her restless and disjointed movements Willow guessed she was still being vibrated but not as intensely as before.
Willow wanted to hate the men and their easy control over two smaller, weaker human beings, but she couldn’t pull her thoughts together enough for the emotion. Thankfully her arms were no longer wrenched behind her, and she could move her head, but her use of her arms was limited.
“The decision isn’t up to us,” Stoker said. “How about we’ll let members wade in about the competition. If they approve, we’ll reward the winning slave with another protracted climax.”
She shuddered and looked up at her master in time to see him lift his leg. He kicked her side.
“What was that about?” Stoker demanded.
“I felt like it.”
Stoker muttered what she took as disapproval. Then he turned his attention back to his trainee.
“You’re going back to your stall for a while,” Master Damek said. “I’m not going to carry you so figure out how you’ll get there.”
Her side where he’d kicked her throbbed, but she sat up. A chair with leather restraints and a large opening in the base of the seat was nearby so she crawled over to it and used it to push herself to her nearly useless feet. She started to sway, compelling her to lean against the chair.
He picked up the paddle he’d repeatedly swatted her with. “What the hell’s the matter?”
“I’m weak, Master.”
“Because you’re the hell out of shape. “
That’s not it. I’m like this because of you. You know that.
“Last chance. Get over here.”
Or what. Letting go of the chair, she took a tentative step. There wasn’t enough play in the ankle restraints to allow her to move her legs, and she fell. She hated thinking what would have happened if she hadn’t been able to partly break her fall.
“That’s a damn problem, isn’t it. Fortunately, I have a solution.”
To her relief, he dropped the paddle, but his look of determination as he walked over to her chilled her. He grabbed her wrists, flipped her over onto her back, and started dragging her out of the room with her legs trailing. Stoker’s laughter followed her through the curtain.
Grateful as she was because the cement floor was relatively smooth, she nevertheless felt less than human. Pulling her like this couldn’t be easy for him, but he didn’t stop until he’d gotten her into her stall. He left without saying a word.
She turned onto her side, bent her knees, used her arms as a pillow.
Wept without tears.
#
“I didn’t appreciate working with you enough,” Damek told Reno a few hours later. “I’ve forgotten more about this job than that damn Stoker will ever know.”
“You two get into it?” Reno asked.
“Hell no. I’m not going to let him goad me into doing something stupid.” Damek had been sitting in the recliner in the bedroom he’d been using, but when he tried to recline, his back barked a complaint, forcing him to sit upright. He repositioned the cell phone. “Take a look at the video when you have time. That’ll give you an idea what I’m talking about.”
“I’ve already heard about it. How is she? You were damn rough.”
He wouldn’t have called Reno if he’d thought the other man would bring that up. Just because he’d lost it around Reno in the past didn’t mean it was going to happen again. Of course there’d been a few moments earlier today when—Hell no. Not going there.
“She’s fine. I’m going to leave her alone the rest of today. Tomorrow’ll get started on teaching her how to service and serve.”
Reno whistled. “Moving pretty fast, aren’t you?”
“No faster than you are, go on, admit it.”
Reno’s loud laugh had Damek pulling the cell away from his ear. “I like competing with you,” Reno said. “Keeps both of us on our toes. That’s probably what Stoker’s doing. Don’t let him get to you.”
Tempted as he was to admit he’d been showing off to Stoker when he’d subjected the subject to the electric prod, he stopped in time. Truth was, he didn’t feel like saying anything about the morning’s exercise.
“Hey,” Reno said, “You still there? Look, I like talking to you but I’ve got to get back to work.”
After teasing Reno about the meaning of work, Damek ended the call. He’d surprised himself when he punched the other trainer’s number. Now that he thought about it a bit, however, the explanation was simple. Given how things were set up here and the pace everyone had set in advance of the auction, he hadn’t seen his fellow trainers for more than a few minutes. Hell, maybe he was a little lonely.
And maybe, he acknowledged as he stood so he could rub the small of his back, he needed a break from thinking.
So maybe he was pushing this slave trainee. It wasn’t a crime, at least not here. And he’d be in familiar territory tomorrow, just him and the passive little cunt.
Some decent food, a couple of drinks, and eight hours sleep and he’d be good to go. In control. None of that short fuse crap distracting him.
#
Despite the effort it took, Willow was leaning against the bed when Master Damek entered her stall the next morning. He’d turned on a light which gave her a clear view of his tight black T-shirt and jeans. In contrast to her, he smelled as if he’d recently had a shower.
He’d also shaved. Was personal hygiene important to him or had he gone to extra effort in anticipation of seeing her?
Insane!
As she waited for him to speak, she acknowledged something she had no explanation for. She was glad to see him. No, not glad, she quickly amended. It wasn’t that. She was hungry and dirty and dependent on him to change those conditions.
More to the point, he intended to continue her training today.
“I have something for you,” He leaned against the door he’d just closed. “But you have to come get it.”
He’d draped a rope over his shoulders, and his hands were empty. More than a little disappointed because he hadn’t brought anything for her to eat, she looked down at her still-restrained ankles.
“I can’t walk, Master.”
“Not my problem, slave. What did I just tell you?”
That he expected her to put an end to the distance between them. Stifling a groan, she sank to her hands and knees and awkwardly made her way to him. When her head was a few inches from his legs, she looked up.
He looked so strong, a dominating presence focused on her. His only plans for the day revolved around spending it with her. Changing her.
Dizzy from the incomprehensible thoughts, she lowered her head and touched her lips to the top of his shoes. “I’m here, Master.”
“Yeah.” He spoke slowly. “You are.”
“Have I done something to disappoint you?”
He lifted the foot she’d kissed. “I didn’t think you’d do that without encouragement.”
Neither did I. “I’m hungry,” she offered by way of explanation. “I thought…”
“Hmm.” He reached into a back pocket, pulled out a key, and handed it to her. “I’m taking you out of here for a while.”
For a moment she didn’t comprehend what he had in mind, then realized he’d given her the ability to free her legs. It wasn’t easy given her roped hands, but she managed to insert the key into the lock that kept her ankles together. When she was done, she started to put the leather and metal contraption on the ground only to hold them up to him. He shook his head.
“Stand.”
Yesterday Master had overloaded her mind with his explanations of why he was doing what he was. His near silence this morning confused her.
“Hands out, slave,” he said when she was on her feet.
Dizziness assaulted her. Every part of her still ached, and she sported bruises everywhere. Her pussy was so sensitive she prayed he’d leave it alone today.
He loosened the ropes around her wrists, crossed them over each other, and bound them in place. Then he turned his back on her and hauled her out into the corridor using the loose end of the rope. Instead of taking her back into the dreaded training room, he headed toward the door. As they passed the other stalls, she briefly locked eyes with two women she hadn’t seen before. What would their day be like?
What about hers?
Going by the height of the sun and chill in the air, she guessed it wasn’t much past 8
A.M. Even though she shivered, she took comfort from the simple fact that she was outside.
Master Damek led her over to where he’d sprayed her down before. After fastening her wrists to an overhead hook, he thoroughly ran his hands over her. He spent most of the time checking her bruises and fingering her breasts until her nipples hardened. When he reached between her legs, she didn’t resist but spread her legs. Pick your battle, even if you don’t know what it is.
He fingered her labia and clit at length before pushing two fingers into her. His treatment of her pussy had turned her on, and she sighed at the feel of masculinity deep in her vagina.
“You’re damn easy, slave. That’s going to be your undoing.”
Maybe. Maybe not. She managed to stifle a second sigh but not the hot liquid drenching his fingers. He broke her down even more with a series of thrusts that had her rocking back in forth in an attempt to maximize the sensation. Her cheeks flushed, she forgot her hunger, didn’t think beyond responding to the forced-upon-her stimulation.
She hadn’t given in, nothing like that, but why fight his brand of compassion?
“Does it bother you?” he asked and went so deep she had to stand on her toes. “Not having any control over your sexuality should be the last thing you want given the circumstances.”
“I can’t help it, Master.”
“I know. And as I said, that’s going to be your undoing.”
He started an agonizingly-slow withdraw. Much as she hated the loss, she forced herself to n
ot try to keep him in her. The effort left her on-edge and still excited. Not as sure of herself as she needed to be.
“Hell of a mess, isn’t it?” He punctuated his comment by slapping her pussy with a juiced hand.
She was wondering if he expected her to answer when she realized he was walking away. Don’t leave me! Not like this. Not ever.
Realization of what she’d nearly blurted made her forget her uplifted arms, straining body, and cold skin. She made herself watch him disappear into the house, then turned so the weak sun touched her back.
The sun was life, the breeze energy. She was alive.
She’d thought she heard a vehicle during the night. Looking at the parking area, she spotted a black SUV with darkened windows. Had it brought yet another captive here?
After maybe five uncomfortable minutes, the door to the second barn opened and several people walked out. A man with impossibly broad shoulders and a thick chest led the way, a heavy chain held in a massive hand. Three naked women marched behind him. Each wore a collar and chain was connected to the collars so they had no choice but to follow the big man’s lead. Their hands were cuffed behind them and they’d been fitted with ball gags.
None of the trio looked her way as they trudged toward the corral she’d barely noticed before. Their body language clearly said they dreaded what was about to happen. She hoped their collars were padded. Otherwise, the oversized chain would cause the collars to dig into their flesh.
The sound of a door closing shifted her attention back to the house. Watching her master descend the stairs, she admired his grace. He reminded her of an elk, accepted his body for the well-honed tool it was. There wasn’t anything he couldn’t do with it, and eventually, when she’d earned the right and reward, he’d have sex with her.
Again her thoughts shocked and unnerved her.
He waved a plate under her nose. The smell of toast and eggs made her mouth water so that several seconds passed before she realized he was showing her a fried egg sandwich cut in quarters.
“I don’t usually go to this much effort.” He lifted a section to her mouth. “The oatmeal and protein mix keeps slaves healthy enough for our purposes.”
