JASON

by Candace Smith

  Olivia’s attention span lasted five minutes, tops. She procrastinated, was late for work and every appointment, forgetful, and a general pain in the ass for employers and friends to baby sit. It was not that Olivia was unaware of what she considered to be her few shortcomings. She had a self-help book she bought at a garage sale. It was sitting under the high school aptitude manual.

  Jason did not even bother to hide the van from her. It was parked in the midst of a long line of cars in the alley beside the office complex. This was where the late working lawyers all parked to avoid the fees from the garage across the street. He watched through the passenger mirror, waiting for the distracted young woman to walk around the corner.

  The shortcut to the deli ran down the alley. Olivia could knock on the back door and Sam would let her in. Sometimes, he met her with the bag already packed. Olivia watched the ground, trying to avoid the worst of the potholes with her heels. She had snapped one off her good pair a month ago while walking to get their sandwiches. It pissed Olivia off, because the lawyers never offered to pay for the repair and they knew that the deli would deliver. The cheap-ass lawyers just did not want to have to tip.

  Amelia told her that the law firm gave great holiday bonuses, so Olivia figured she was due for a whopper in two months. One thing was for sure. Olivia decided that when she was a lawyer, she was not going to work for the Overland Law Offices. The guys were all jerks.

  Olivia’s mind swirled with her ever-changing plans and Jason swooped behind her, dragging her into the open van door before she even lost consciousness. Olivia had only felt a brief moment of confusion, and she thought her heel had caught and she was falling again.

  Instead, she woke to a pitch-black room, tied to a table with a man calling her a slave. He had taken off all her clothes. The scissors cut through them… even her sexiest black lace bra. She cried quietly. Olivia was not much of a screamer. Like everything else, she was not sure she should really be afraid.

  He had put her in a cage and Olivia wished that he would take the horrible ring out of her mouth. She could not stop drooling and her arms hurt. How am I supposed to sleep on this grungy little mattress with my arms stuck behind me? And, I need a blanket. I’m cold. And a pillow. Whoever the man was, he was mean. He was a big jerk, just like the lawyers.

  It took most of the night for Olivia to understand that she had been kidnapped. The situation made no sense to her. In the morning, the man had told her to come out of the cage. Olivia decided that it was better to stay inside, and that he should go away and leave her alone.

  A hand gripped her ankle and pulled her out onto rough cement. That scared her. People might yell at her, which made her angry. They might get exasperated… but they never hurt her. Her bottom felt skinned, and the man was calling to her from across the room. Olivia stroked her red cheeks with her hands and crawled towards him on her knees, crying. She was terrified that he might actually pull her the whole way across the rough surface.

  “Ah, my good little slave girl. You will be a prize, O.”

  Olivia quivered, but her amber contacts looked blindly at his chest. She slowly nodded and sniffled.

  For all her shortcomings and lack of education, Olivia was well versed in how to pleasure a man. What was more, she enjoyed it. She frowned about gags and restraints, but as long as she was allowed to climax, she was rather obedient. That was, until Jason introduced the little minx to pain.

  Olivia had lost her gag within a week. Jason thought it might be a record. She had the cutest little pout when she was dissatisfied, but she had a hard time remembering not to speak. “How come you’re choosing J? You chose her last time.”

  “O,” Jason sighed. “Be still. You don’t want me to gag you again.”

  “No, Master.”

  Jason’s eyes narrowed. Did she just stick her tongue out at me? O had inadvertently become a distraction in the cellar. A few times, Jason thought he caught A holding back laughter at O’s confusion. The young woman seemed not to care less that she had been kidnapped or that she was blind.

  In the evening, while Jason reviewed his slaves’ progress, he reluctantly admitted that this was not going to be his best offering. It did not help that his nights were consumed with Nicki. Just a few more weeks.

  “O, be still.”

  “I can’t, Master, it hurts. Please don’t hurt me.” O searched the room trying to locate him, with her most disarming pout.

  “Be still,” Jason demanded. He reached out and twisted her nipple, and she squealed.

  O’s bottom lip trembled. My arms don’t bend that way. The Master had her arms behind her, bent so that her hands were pointed at the ceiling. He had wrapped a mile of thin rope around them and now he was wrapping it over, under, and around her large breasts. Her circulation in her boobies was being cut off. O stomped her foot.

  “Be still,” Jason warned. The delightful aspect was that he had only had the girl three weeks, and she was not even restrained while he wound the ropes on her. She stood before his chair, throwing her mini-tantrum of discomfort, but otherwise remaining in place.

  “Owie, owie, owie,” O wailed. “Not the clamps, Master. Please.”

  Jason shook his head. The clamps pressed into her protruding dark nipples and he decided to hang weights from them.

  O stomped her foot again. “Owie,” she wailed. They swung and pulled when she moved.

  “Go ahead, dance. See how it feels,” Jason coaxed. “I told you to stay still.”

  “I told you it hurts, Master,” O reminded him.

  “O, I have explained this to you.” Jason rarely explained anything, but O was a different subject. She would do just about anything, albeit with some complaining.

  “It still hurts,” she assured him. O felt the horrible thick plug against her lips and she opened her mouth while tears slid from her eyes. There was no sense in arguing. She had pushed him too far. The Master told her to kneel, and she remained with the binding ropes holding her arms in a reverse prayer while her boobies turned blue.

  O heard him walk over to the other slave sisters. She knew that her outburst had cost her extra time while he worked with them. By the time he came back, her nipples felt as though they were going to pop off. The worst part was when he began removing the restraints. As much as they hurt while they were on, it was torture to have them removed.

  The weights were taken off and that was not bad. O cried when the clamps opened and blood filled her tips. “Owie,” she wailed behind her gag. It was just as painful when the ropes were unwound. She cuddled in his lap, and he used the vibrator to let her climax while she sniffled. How the fuck am I going to show her for auction? God, he had to get Nicki off his mind.

  Jason walked upstairs and paced his living room. He finally placed the call. “Can you come here for a few days?”

  “Problem?”

  “Maybe. I might have to get Takeshi to finish them.”

  “I can’t wait to meet this Miss November, Jason.” Makoto replied.

  Jason froze. “You know?”

  “Of course. When I said a central location, I figured you’d opt for Kansas City or something. Hicksville, Arkansas? I knew something had to be up.”

  Jason thought for a moment. “The guards.”

  “They not only watch out for you, Jason. They also watch you. They reported that you hadn’t been in town a week, when you began searching for her. After Takeshi told me you had hacked into her computer, it was confirmed. It just took me until last year to figure out why you never snagged her.” Makoto’s voice reflected a calm confidence. “If you did, you’d have to sell her… and you won’t do that.”

  Jason was silent for a moment, and then he admitted, “No, Makoto. I won’t do that.”

  “We all have our favorites, Jason. I just needed to give you a little push. You told me once that you were not set up for the commitment of a full-time personal slave. I think, maybe, you are now.”

  “Makoto, the girls I have now are a pretty f
ucked up mess.”

  “It might not be as bad as you think. I’ll be there on Friday and spend the weekend to analyze things.” Makoto hung up the phone, chuckling. He stroked the brown bob of the little slave sucking his cock. In the end, he observed that she might be weak, but she was a cute thing. Makoto decided that until he found a place for her he might as well keep her. Years had passed, and the right situation to sell the slave had never presented itself.

  Makoto arrived at the farm, and after reviewing Jason’s notes he followed him down to the basement. The four slaves were kneeling in their cages, obviously anxiously waiting to find out which one their Master would choose. “Pretty creepy, Jason.” The blank, colorful eyes staring into nothingness was eerie. “Still, I can see how you get their attention and obedience, as they are defenseless.”

  Makoto knew that the girls presumed the blindness was permanent. He had seen them when Jason put them to sleep for the trip overseas, and they would fawn all over him when they awoke and were able to see again. Their gratitude was almost as impressive as the defenselessness he saw now.

  “Slaves, we have an important guest. We are going in order and I expect you to perform well.”

  Oh, shit. J had thought she had heard two sets of footsteps. Her fingers worked her pussy in frantic strokes. I wonder what the Master will want me to do? She heard her cage unlocked, but she waited for the order.

  Makoto turned to Jason and asked, “Denial?”

  Jason shook his head. “God no, it almost throws her into seizures. The slave orgasms twenty times a day.”

  J was unsure if this was good or bad. For the past months, the Master had ordered her to keep herself aroused. She slowed her hands and let them sit on her thighs while her fingers rolled her slick juices on the pads.

  Makoto was delighted. “What is her name?”

  “J.”

  “J, follow me.”

  J shuffled out of her cage, and she stopped. She looked up to where she thought her Master was standing. Jason was amazed. It was not something he had taught her. “Go to Master Makoto and follow his orders.”

  “Yes, Master.” J stood and walked to the chair. She had heard the seat creak when the man sat down, and she knew that it was thirteen short steps from the door to her cage.

  “You suck cock?”

  “Yes, Master Makoto. Though I still gag sometimes if it’s too deep,” J admitted.

  “That will be worked on later.” J heard the zipper pulled and she dropped to her knees. Makoto noticed her smile, right before her lips wrapped around him. “You may come when I do.”

  “Thank you, Master Makoto,” J muffled around his shaft. She let his thick meat roll on her tongue. He was not as long as her Master, but he was much thicker. He also had a different taste. Spicier, somehow… not as good as my Master’s. She worked and stroked with her tongue.

  Her hands would not be freed from the waist belt until she was shipped overseas. It was another disadvantage of the contacts. Jason could never let them have use of their hands in case they reached for their eyes.

  There were still three more young women, anxiously waiting for their turn to perform. Makoto hastened his eruption in the talented mouth, and he was impressed when the slave’s orgasm quivered through her before he finished spewing his load.

  J was ordered back to her cage and she resumed her kneeling position by the door. She hoped her sister slaves did well with her Master’s friend. Her head leaned into the strong hand caressing her curls. Her Master was pleased.

  A, was next. After her Master told her to follow his friend’s demands, she waited. “What is your least favorite act, A?” Makoto figured that Jason would know if she was lying to make it easy on herself.

  The girl answered without hesitation. “Strapado, Master.”

  “That doesn’t seem too severe.”

  “Strapado with weights from my nipples and clit while the Master fucks my ass. It makes the weights swing and it’s hard for me to stay on the balls of my feet,” A explained.

  “And that is worse than whipping?”

  “I have learned to get my mind to leap into a place where the whipping almost feels okay,” A admitted. “My Master spent a long time teaching me so I could do that.”

  “Subspace?” Makoto whispered to Jason.

  “Yes. She can’t do it with everything though, and that’s why the strapado is the worst for her. It might be because it’s the first thing I hooked her up to.”

  Makoto had Jason lead her through the exercise. Just before he climaxed, he ordered A to come. She carefully controlled the rocking of her hips, and the hanging weight stroked her ringed clit against her walls until she quivered with her orgasm.

  So far, Makoto could see no problem with the slaves. He understood they would be one pain slave short, but A was impressive and J was certainly enthusiastic with her response.

  “This is S.”

  Sierra heard the compliments for J and A, and all her insecurities flooded back. What if he lied? What if I’m still an ugly, fat mess, and he’s been making fun of me?

  Jason had already told Makoto about the girls, and he was aware that Jason had the task of actually building the girl back up. S felt fingers sifting through her hair. Jason had washed it and carefully brushed it out this morning. “How extraordinary; like fire flame and sunlight. She’s beautiful, Jason.”

  S straightened and thrust her chest out. Okay. Okay, not too bad. She followed Master Makoto over to the table. He bent her forward and began stroking her pussy. He whispered, “He made you ride the horse when you got here. He sent me a picture.”

  S gasped. Oh god. Please don’t make me do that again. S quivered, “Is that what you want, Master Makoto?”

  What he wanted was her offering request. Makoto knew how it terrified her. “No, S. I want you to tell me about it.” His fingers kept stroking through her juices.

  “It was horrible,” S whispered. “I couldn’t see, and I didn’t know what he was doing. This piece of wood smashed into my pussy. I kept trying to get my feet and legs to push me up off it, but they kept sliding. Then… then, he whipped me.” S had tears slipping down her cheeks, but her pussy began pushing into the hand stroking her. “It burned. The cane burned like fire. It was like a knife.”

  “What happened afterwards?” Makoto coaxed.

  S sighed. “Later, he laid me on this table. He coated the welts with something cool, and he told me I wasn’t ugly. He told me I wasn’t fat. He moved his hands down my stomach and began to stroke me.” S began rocking into Makoto’s hand and she closed her eyes. She whispered, “May I come, Master Makoto?”

  The last slave was O. Makoto had to admit that the slave was an adorable mess. He was going to volunteer to let Jason work her, until she said, “Is it your turn again, Master. Do I get you?” Makoto saw the devotion and anxiety.

  “No, O. Master Makoto wants to exercise you.”

  “But he just took S,” she complained.

  Makoto smiled. The girl was staring at Jason’s left shoulder with a stubborn pout. He said, “And now, I’m taking you.”

  O turned her vacant stare in his direction. “You won’t hurt me, right?” She tried to search for Jason again. “He won’t hurt me, right, Master?”

  Jason sighed, and shook his head. “Do I need to get the gag?”

  O pouted an impossible bottom lip. “No, Master.” She followed beside Makoto’s tugging grip on her arm, and looked up at him and whispered, “Don’t hurt me, okay?”

  Makoto glanced back at Jason. The trainer continued shaking his head in defeat. The little Italian girl was adorable, incorrigible, passionate, and desirable, all wrapped into one lusciously seductive body. Unfortunately, her brain cells were set on room temperature.

  Makoto secured her to a stockade, and he paddled her bottom until her cheeks were rosy while she cried. She never screamed or begged. She just cried her heart out in quiet, confused song. When he released her from the stockade, Makoto was surprised when s
he rubbed up against him while soothing her bottom with her bound hands. She was looking up expectantly.

  “If she’s been good, I let her sit in my lap while I masturbate her,” Jason admitted, staring at the sniffling slave and considering the complete idiocy of the confession.

  Makoto managed to keep from laughing, but intrigue got the better of him. He sat in the chair, and sure enough the little girl curled onto his lap, laying her head against his chest and continuing to sniffle while he fingered her pussy.

  Jason and Makoto left the girls in their cages, kneeling and gripping the bars on their doors and staring into the room. When the men returned to the living room, Jason said, “See what I mean?”

  Makoto poured himself a brandy, and laughed. “They are different,” he acknowledged. “But I think they’re going to bring a refreshing change to this year’s auction. Especially O. How the hell is she going to be displayed if she has to be cuddled afterwards?”

  “That’s the problem.”

  “I think she’ll bring the highest bid out of all of them, Jason.” Makoto sat down. “Now, when do you collect Nicki?”

  “Next week. All this time, and I’m still trying to figure out what to do with her.”

  “It will flow naturally. What have you seen reported in the newspaper?”

  “I think she’s onto the abductions but someone is squelching her attempts to print the articles. I saw her drafts on Sierra and Olivia. They were never published. The only two that hit the paper were Janice and Amy.”

  “For four years you’ve managed to do this all over the country and no one has ever made the connection. You think your girl has figured it out?”

  “Part of it, but Nicki’s being stonewalled by someone over her. I think the bigger surprise for her will be at the compound. I think she’s sure the women are being killed and disposed of, and she’ll be confused when she learns they’ve all been kept.”

  “Well, don’t worry about your stable, Jason. The girls are fine. I’ll have Takeshi step in at the compound to help, so you can spend extra time with Nicki,” Makoto suggested.