Semi-Hard

by Candace Smith

  Dillon led her back to the trailer, and she waited silently as Audrey was put back into her cage. After Tiana finished her meal, Dillon wiped her wet cheeks, carefully judging her eyes to assure himself that she was not retreating into escape, before he chained her back in her cage.

  There was no comfortable position left to her when the trailer was submerged into darkness, so Tiana lay awake on her mattress, staring into the void. As much as she tried to convince herself that she hated her abductor, she wished he was stretched out beside her, running his hand down her naked back and telling her she would be all right. Her thoughts never crossed over to consider that anyone else could comfort her.

  Audrey was now being exclusively trained in anal service and continuing improvement with her mouth. Except for the occasional use of the dildo to encourage aroused responses, her pussy was left alone. Dillon realized that Audrey was better suited to the brothels in Mexico where the rough men did not care if the young woman responded to their attentions.

  He had already warned Viktor that he considered Audrey to be his first failure, and Viktor had made a joke comparing her to his wife. “You say she does not like pleasing a woman, then perhaps I will give her to Katya. My marriage was of political value, and my wife has never wanted cock. We agreed to keep up appearances in public, but we have always kept our separate chambers for pleasure.”

  Dillon found the suggestion to be the most arousing, and he imagined Audrey’s horror at finding herself slave to a woman. “I’m not convinced I can work her on a woman,” he admitted. “The only thing she responds to is the damn rubber cock I shove into her pussy.”

  “Katya has her own methods with reluctant young women. She has already worked two of your former slaves for new owners who wanted a girl to be with both them and their wives. My wife has a bit of a nasty streak to her, and it helps to give her a girl to work with to keep her diverted from directing it towards me,” Viktor chuckled. “Concentrate on your blue eyed beauty, cowboy. I sense that one holds promise.”

  CHAPTER III

  Tiana was trained on various items of equipment, and Audrey’s unreasonable hatred of the new girl increased when she watched the cowboy mount the other girl. Dillon thrust into Tiana’s pussy, and the slut would gasp and pretend to orgasm while Audrey was bound to the more torturous devices. For several days he had merely let her suck him hard for Tiana, and Audrey wanted to scream at the unfairness. Not that she wanted him inside her, but it was the only way she knew to keep from being sold to the Russian.

  Tiana watched in fascination, as Dillon’s talented hands wound a rope so that it wrapped under, over, and around her breasts. It was painfully tight, and she watched her breasts bulge and begin to discolor while her nipples peaked impossibly erect. Dillon brushed a nub with the softest stroke of his thumb, and she sucked in her breath to hold back her scream. Tiana felt moisture weep from inside her, and she was beginning to understand that, for whatever reason, the cowboy’s erotic training excited her.

  Dillon moved behind her and pulled her head against his chest with a finger looped through the back of her collar. He pinched a distended nipple and she whimpered. “Are you wet, Tiana?” he whispered.

  Tiana knew that he would reach down and check, so lying seemed to serve no purpose except to cause her further punishment. “Yes, Master Dillon,” she murmured.

  “Why do you suppose that is?”

  “I… I don’t know, Master,” she admitted in a stutter, when the fingers pinched the other tight nub. “I don’t understand what you’ve done to me.”

  “Perhaps you’re telling me the truth, sweetheart,” he murmured against her ear. “But, I think maybe you did suspect before I grabbed you that you could be aroused as a submissive. You never went through some of the phases others have retreated to.” The training to have her complete submission to her desires was a different intellectual game for him… and Dillon liked games.

  Tiana’s breath came out in a rush when he squeezed a restricted roped breast. “What will happen to me when I’m sold to the Russian?”

  Dillon almost corrected her from speaking, but he chose to answer instead. “You will be sold to someone who likes to inflict these arousing pleasures. My training will prepare you for him. For you, it will not be as depressing an experience, because ultimately the pain and subservience arouse you.”

  Through the pain in her chest, Tiana was both surprised that Dillon had answered her and that he had done it with such eloquence. There was a hint of a southern accent, but no slang or sliding drawl. Had all of it been an act to keep her off balance? “Master, I think I only feel this because of you.” The admission was embarrassing, but Tiana could not imagine another man making her feel this way. She recognized a few days ago that anticipation was mixed with her fear when he unchained her in the morning.

  “No, Tiana. Your experience will transfer to whoever I order you to please.”

  Tiana doubted that what he said could be true, because it was his face and touch that she remembered when she lay alone in the dark. Dillon left to work with Audrey, and Tiana was moaning in agony by the time he returned to unwrap the ropes. She gasped and doubled over, carefully avoiding touching her breasts as the blood rushed back into them.

  Dillon led her back to the table after she showered, except this time it was Dillon who sat down on the edge. She clenched her bound wrists behind her nervously, as his hand rubbed his crotch and he lowered his zipper. Not that the act was unknown to her, but Tiana felt that putting her lips on his cock was too personal… too intimate... and ultimately exciting because it was demanded of her.

  Though tears still filled her eyes causing a blue, glassy shine that Dillon enjoyed, they rarely spilled anymore. It was as though even her body’s ability to cry had given up in defeat from the man’s steadfast disregard of her pain and pleas. She knelt in front of him as she had seen Audrey do in the past, rolling her toes under automatically. Tiana tried to concentrate on the irritating stretch on her legs while her head lowered.

  The smooth, warm skin filled her mouth, while she stroked with her tongue to hasten the act. She knew that she would be required to swallow his spend, which was something she had never done before. The salty drips hitting her tongue did not seem as repugnant as she had considered the taste to be with former tries. Tiana felt a hand lightly brushing the top of her head, and just as with the times that Dillon had stroked her back, his touch calmed her. Even though her acceptance of his caresses confused her, the almost constant fear seemed to melt into the background.

  His fingers threaded through her hair and she felt his penis harden and begin to twitch in her mouth. Dillon held her down… almost gagging her with his deep thrust… as she felt the sticky, milky substance spew onto the back of her tongue. She swallowed quickly, and she realized sucking the man was not nearly as frightening as some of the other things he had put her through. He returned to stroking her hair while he softened, and she nursed slowly on his rod until he ordered her to rise. Her juices slickened the insides of her thighs, and she wished something would ease the throbbing inside of her.

  When Dillon led her back onto the truck for her meal, Audrey was finished and kneeling. Tiana noticed the girl had begun to look at their captor with almost a lust-filled shine in her eyes, though he practically ignored her. This time, her eyes shifted to Tiana, and she felt herself blush at the intense dislike. She was sure Audrey could tell that she had performed the humiliating act with the cowboy, and that she had deprived Audrey of the unknown nonexistent opportunity to be fucked by him.

  Dillon caught Audrey’s stare, and when she raised her gaze to his, he narrowed his eyes and smiled slightly. The girl fumed in anger as he led her to believe he preferred Tiana. Dillon wished that he could watch the horrified expression in his only failure’s eyes when Viktor presented Audrey to his wife. Audrey would need to learn to curb the animosity… just as he would have to curb the building recognition that he did prefer Tiana.

  The next mor
ning, Audrey cried in frustration while she watched Dillon allow her despised adversary to take his cock into her mouth. Surely the Master knew that Audrey could give him more pleasure, yet he gazed down on Tiana and actually stroked her head with obvious aroused passion and desire in his dark eyes. Audrey tried to remember if he ever looked at Erika that way.

  Tiana’s nights were spent with the tormenting dildo working her arousal. She was exhausted by the time Dillon removed the device, but the fact that she was going to be rid of it made her much more compliant for whatever new torture she would be enduring. Most tortures led to an explosive release for either one or both of them. Dillon had corrected her once for speaking, and Tiana had retreated back into her silent or agonized sobbing world of erotic torment.

  Audrey’s hatred began to drop to a simmering dislike, as Dillon had her suck him until he was turgid enough to slip into Tiana’s pussy in the morning. For her part, Tiana was tired of her channel being filled by the dildo all night, and it was a week before she surprised herself by feeling her muscles automatically grip onto Dillon’s thrusting rod. The constricting muscles of her pussy had resulted in an erupting climax for both of them. Now, the sight of Dillon approaching was making her moist, and he realized that the nightly torment had caused the desired psychological shift he wanted from her.

  Tiana was hanging from chains, and she wondered if she was to be whipped again. The sessions were still painful, but she had learned how to suffer the initial bite of the lash until the residual throbbing matched a pulsing in her core. This time, Dillon approached her with thin threads that he tied around the base of her nipples. As the tips engorged, he hung weights from her rings. The pain was excruciating, but when he attached a weight to the ring in her clit, both of them recognized the passionate gasp she uttered. Dillon felt her moistness and stood. Stroking her braid, he whispered, “Good girl, sweetheart.” Tiana felt her pussy spasm and leak onto her thigh at the thought that she had pleased him.

  Tiana hung for hours, until her nipples were numb from the agony. Her mind had begun to wander after she regulated the pain to a separate place in her mind. There was no denying that she had begun to look forward to the exciting erotic challenges Dillon was putting her through, and her only reluctance to accepting his demands was the uneasy thought of Erika… so long ago, and when Tiana had wondered if that was what she would become. She had no way of knowing that the other women did not have her natural propensity towards submission, though she understood that Audrey was not reacting or accepting her circumstances the way that Dillon wanted her to.

  Unmeasured days passed by, marked only by the lights in the garage, torture, and the one meal provided in addition to their nightly bowl of supplement. All too soon, Audrey was led to the strapado rigging, and Tiana found herself clamped between the beams of the stockade. The Master let her suck his cock before he plunged it into the other slave, and Tiana found her pussy clasping in emptiness and wishing the handsome cowboy would use her gripping channel, while Audrey was practically drooling in passion at finally having the Master use her pussy again.

  One night after dinner, the back of the truck was closed and both girls stared wildly into the darkness as the diesel engine chugged to life. The monotonous roll of the highway gave them plenty of time to concentrate on their private thoughts. Tiana wondered what new girl would be joining them, while Audrey tried to devise a plan to keep from leaving with the Russian.

  Two days later, Dillon had spotted his target and he swiped his boot blade at the blonde’s tire just as she exited the restroom. His thoughts flashed to Tiana’s capture, and he wondered why she seemed to arouse him more than the other slaves. Of course, he was aware that the girl was a natural submissive, and she continued to show signs of passion the other women only feigned or had forced through their training.

  He had spotted his prey a few minutes ago, and after checking the highway for other lights, he followed her to the Rest Area. The arousing excitement was not as intense this time, and he wondered if it was because of the girl he was capturing or his recurring thoughts about Tiana.

  Dillon was just rounding the partition of the rest room to collect his quarry, when he quickly pulled back behind the wall. A patrol car was parked next to the woman’s coupe, and after he rose from studying the gash in her tire, the Officer had begun speaking into his radio. Well, shit. The patrolman was slowly approaching the truck with the young woman cautiously following him, and Dillon dashed from behind the concrete wall into the dark unlit portion of the lot behind the pavilion.

  He had almost continued running into the woods when he saw the shadow of a car. There was a man leaning back in the driver’s seat, snoring with his mouth hanging open. Dillon tested the handle, and he was surprised that the man had not bothered to lock it. Using the duct tape in his pocket, he made quick work of binding and gagging the waking man, and deposited him onto the pavement. Any distractions he could leave behind would buy him time.

  Dillon pulled up to the edge of the shadows, and saw the lone patrolman had climbed up onto the bumper behind the trailer. He could just make out his legs next to the girl who stood on the pavement beside him. It made no sense to Dillon, that the Officer had not waited outside the restroom to try to catch him. He took the opportunity to race up the ramp, and through the rearview mirror he saw the policeman jump down and run after him for a few feet.

  Though serial numbers on the truck had been changed and the license plates were another courtesy of Viktor, between fingerprints on file from his work at the prison and the girls’ descriptions, he knew that the authorities would eventually find him. It would take another half hour for them to discover the bound man, and by then Dillon had left the car at a bus stop and bought a ticket for New York. The bus had one stop over, in a town fifty miles from his desert home. The police would check the bus and New York first, figuring that the kidnapper would try to lose himself in the city.

  Dillon hotwired a car in the bus station parking lot and sped towards his house. First, he called Viktor from his pre-paid cell phone, and then he grabbed the box of bogus invoices and any other information leading back to Viktor. The Russian made quick notes of the information left on the semi, and he sent for Mikhail and began to get busy covering his tracks. Dillon laid a box of illegal paperwork, bogus magnetic signs, his laptop and his cell phone, in the center of the living room floor. He dashed to the garage for a spare tank of gas, and the old wooden house was in flames within minutes.

  Dillon climbed back into the car and only glanced once at the remnants of his life going up in smoke. He left the vehicle in a mall parking lot just as Viktor’s bodyguard coasted to a stop next to him. Dillon settled into the plush seat and the man spoke to him for the first time since they had met in Mexico. “Hello again, my friend.”

  Dillon knew that someone was supposed to meet him, but Viktor’s personal assistant was a surprise, and he wondered if he was going to be killed to alleviate them of loose ends. “Did the boots fit?”

  Mikhail lifted his pant leg, proudly displaying the black leather cowboy boots. “The hat was a little small, but I still wear it to impress my friends back home.” He looked at Dillon and smiled. “Viktor has a plane waiting in Arizona. I hope you like Russia,” he chuckled. The man noticed Dillon’s wary expression. “Ah… you thought you were to be killed. Makes sense, but Viktor thinks you are more valuable than the girls you supply. He will figure out what to do with you. He appreciates loyalty, my friend.”

  CHAPTER IV

  Tiana and Audrey were in their secured positions, waiting for hours in the darkness. It was Audrey who finally risked it, and she wailed a mournful sound as she spat out the feeding tube. “They caught him.”

  Tiana moved the tube out of her mouth with her tongue, looking towards Audrey’s voice in the pitch black interior of their cage. “I don’t think so, Audrey. I think he’s too smart to have let that happen.” Tiana was experiencing a hollow, fearful loss. She sensed Audrey was right.

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sp; “Do you think they shot him?” Audrey cried.

  “No. I know we can’t hear from inside, but I think they would have waited until they found us and they were sure it was him,” Tiana reasoned.

  Audrey began to cry. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’ve been so horrible to you.”

  “It’s all of… this. I think it might be something he uses to get us to do what he wants. He’s smart, Audrey. I know you feel an ache that it’s over, just like I do; even though it makes no sense after all that he did to us.”

  “God, I can’t go back to Sandersville. Everyone in town is going to know what happened to me,” Audrey cried.

  Tiana thought about the few people she knew on campus, and she decided that she might have to change schools. Their thoughts were interrupted when the heavy clang of what turned out to be bolt cutters banged against the back doors of the rig. As the fluorescent lamps in the parking lot lit the space, Tiana and Audrey cried silently at the five patrolmen staring at them with gaping mouths.

  Other than Dillon’s description, and an even vaguer remembrance of the Russian, the girls had very little information to give the police. The description of the garage was ambiguous and held no information as to a possible location. By the time the authorities had learned Dillon’s address, the old house had been reduced to ashes. There was no evidence to help lead them to a likely location the Highway Slasher might have run to.

  There was almost a relieved glance that passed between the young women when they learned that Dillon had escaped. As months passed by, everyone assumed that he was cruising the highways again, and the police waited on edge for the news of another abduction.