Carnal Series 1 - Carnal lesson (10 page)

Instead of letting her recover, he reconfigured her bonds and took her outside. Explaining nothing, he walked her barefoot down a trail that meandered through the vegetation. With her elbows restrained behind her and a ball gag filling her mouth, she meekly submitted to the tugs on her collar. At least she was away from the damnable camera, but there might be others out here.

Reno told her the names and use of several plants, making her wonder if he intended to quiz her. Hard as she tried to keep everything straight, dread made that impossible.

Whistling, he led her to the base of a large  tree with many branches and a chain around the base of the trunk. After positioning her under a sturdy limb, he freed her elbows and stepped back. How she wanted to run! Even shredding her feet would be worth getting away from him.

But she didn’t know where she was.

His silence was nearly her undoing. The sun had just set, and darkness was pressing around her. Unnerved for maybe the hundredth time, she offered no resistance as he bound her wrists palm to palm in front. She tried to go somewhere else in her mind as he fed the rope between her legs, taking care to make sure it pressed against her sex. That done, he tossed the loose end over the overhead limb behind her, pulled the rope tight, and fastened it to the chain near her feet.

She had to stand on her toes to take pressure off her sex. He didn’t return her gaze but pulled out a digital and took a number of pictures of her, all from the neck down. He even snapped close-ups of her labia and the crotch rope.

“
Gotta have something for the paying customer,” he said. Then he walked away.

Telling herself he was only messing with her mind and had no intention of deserting her, she stared after him. Minute after minute passed. Dusk became night. The moon was in quarter phase, and she could only see a few stars. She knew her imagination was getting the best of her. Just the same the cadence of sound sucked her in. Insects seemed to be everywhere along with sounds from larger creatures. As the strain in her legs and pressure against her sex mixed with something beyond exhaustion, she envisioned wild creatures watching her, coming closer. She’d never been afraid of creepy-crawly things but that had been when she could and sometimes killed them. Maybe spiders, ants, and snakes had decided it was
payback time
.

What about cougars or panthers?

Please come back. Please I’ll do anything. Don’t leave me. Oh God you can’t leave me like this.

But he did. For hours. Until fear had moved into terror only to be replaced by something deeper. Every inch ached, and she peed twice. The world she knew no longer existed while the relentless pressure against her pussy kept her aroused. She sometimes leaned into the rope and rubbed her clit against it but couldn’t stimulate herself to climax. She wanted but couldn’t have. He controlled her ability to find pleasure, like everything else.

Finally a spear of light appeared. Much as she wanted to believe the horrid experience was going to end, she knew better. Maybe it wasn’t Reno, and if it was, he might have another nightmare in mind.

“
I’ve been watching TV,” Reno said as he trailed the light from her face to her toes. “Got caught up in a movie then took a nap. Good thing it doesn’t get cold here at night or you’d be miserable—miserable being a relative term.”

Did he expect her to respond? She struggled to keep her head up.

“
To restate the obvious, I can and will do anything I want to you,” he said. “And I’m not the only one. Think about that while I get you ready for another walk
.
Freedom and you no longer have anything in common. My name isn’t Reno. It’s Master.”

He’d said that before. Back then she’d longed to scratch his eyes out. When he took the gag out of her mouth, she repeatedly swallowed.

He tucked the flashlight under his arm and pinched her nipples. “Let’s hear it.”

“
Master,” she gasped. “Master please.”

His grip tightened. “Please what?”  

Don’t hurt me!
“What do you want from me, Master?”

“
Everything.”

Chapter Twelve

By
everything,
her master had been referring to her straddling his prone body as she worked the cock impaling her, but that didn’t happen for a while. Before, he led her by the chain along the trail with the rope still between her legs and weariness dragging at her. When they reached the condo, he dropped the leash. She trudged up the stairs and waited by the door.

He ordered her into the shower and then let her sleep. Her only restraint while she was on the bed consisted of the chain connecting her collar to the headboard. She slept like the dead. After rousing her and ordering her into the bathroom to urinate, he cuffed her hands behind her and told her to kneel before him. Like a benevolent master, he fed her bits of meat, fruit, and bread. Before she was half full, he put away the bowl and held a glass of tepid water to her mouth. She gulped it down.

“
Say it!” he snapped.

Her mind deserted her, prompting him to repeatedly slap her breasts.

“
Thank you, Master, for feeding me and giving me water,” she managed around gasps of pain.

He grasped her nipples and hauled her to her feet. “Too bad I won’t have you for long. You have so much to learn.”

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Now, her mind still trying to wrap itself around what he’d said, she perched over her naked master. Her arms remained locked behind her, and he’d subjected her nipples to a different set of clamps. Instead of a chain between them, these were weighted so her breasts dragged.

His thumb and middle finger pressed against her clit as she rode him.

“
Master, Master,” she repeated as he’d ordered her to. “I live for you, Master. My life is yours. I exist to pleasure you.”

“
Then do it!” Reaching around her, he pinched her buttocks. “Put some energy into getting me off.”

Everything she’d gone through closed around her. She didn’t care who she was or why she was in this bedroom/cage. She was so damn helpless, yet she loved his fingers on her clit. Rest hadn’t killed the flames ignited by the crotch rope. They’d simmered beneath the surface until Master brought them back to life.

Head back and eyes closed, she concentrated on the only thing that mattered—sex. Master and she were in this together, reaching for the same goal. Desperate for the same release.

“
Faster!” He raked his nails over her buttocks while massaging her trapped and heated clit. “Put everything into it!”

Yes, Master
. Her owner. In control of everything.

Ignoring the burn in her straining thighs, she tightened her vaginal muscles around him. Having his cock inside her was much better than the dildo, but that would change if she disappointed him in any way. Maybe even if she didn’t. The cuffs served as a constant reminder of her servitude, the weighted clamps proof of his cruelty.

And yet she didn’t want to be anywhere else. The why didn’t matter beyond acknowledging his utter control. He could catapult her into a thundering climax or hold her in suspended agony until he’d destroyed her.

Master knew her body. It had revealed its secrets to him, left nothing hidden.

“
Think, slave. Who did this to you?” Deserting her buttocks, he fingered her nipple clamps until pain raged through her to mingle with the wonderful, forced pleasure. “Who brought you to this point?”

“
You, Master.”

“
Wrong. I’m the instrument, not the instigator.”

He was demanding too much of her, commanding her to think when she no longer could.

“
I don’t—what do you want me to say?”

“
The truth, slave.”

The word furthered locked her into her new existence, and she put her diminished strength into repeatedly rising above him and then sinking down. He felt right inside her, as if she’d been born to do this one thing. Maybe, if she pleased him enough, he’d let her spend the day servicing him.

Unless she displeased him.

Master grabbed her tangled hair and drew her head back. Despite the discomfort, she fought to caress his cock.

“
You’re trying. I have to hand you that—which is exactly what your new master will insist on.”

Cold fear sped through her. “New master? But you—“

“
Damn it. Finish me off.”

The ache in her neck and back conspired to distract her. He struck the nipple weights.

“
Ah, Master!”

“
Concentrate. I’m getting tired of this.”

It was a lie. In the short time since he’d stormed through her world, she’d come to understand how much controlling her pleased him. Good as he was at breaking her down, no doubt he’d done this many times before. He understood what the female body—under duress—could be made to do.

Fighting off the knife-blades searing her breasts, she lifted her sweating body high. She took a breath, then slid down over her master’s cock. Her just-out-of-reach climax became a monster lurking above and around her. Fangs exposed, it watched her every move. The beast had backed her into a corner and was nearly done playing with her.

A monstrous mouth opened. Claws reached for her.

Screaming, she collapsed. The great creature’s teeth closed around her and shook her. She fought to free her wrists and nipples, but there was no escape. Nothing beyond hot surrender.

Screaming again.

Chapter Thirteen

Cheri tried to straighten, but Master had tied her too well. They were on the front porch while inside Master Damek whipped his slave. The other woman’s grunts and sobs had a rhythm to them as if she was caught between pleasure and pain. After the days and nights Cheri had spent under her master’s tutelage, she understood the connection between the two all too well.

She didn’t want to be beaten again, yet she did.

“
It’s time,” Master said, “for you to understand.”

She hadn’t worn clothing for a long time and should be accustomed to the way Master studied her nude body, but today his scrutiny made her uneasy. Was he thinking of a new way to torture her? Maybe she simply didn’t want to acknowledge what he was about to tell her.

Giving into the strain in her shoulders, she sagged. Before bringing her out here, Master had roped her wrists behind her. A week ago she would have resisted when he looped more rope around her elbows, but he’d taught her not to. The elbow rope was connected to a bolt in the bungalow overhang. He hadn’t been content to simply tether her in place, not this man who’d turned her sexuality against her and sped her journey into servitude. A broad leather strap tightly spanned her waist. Its purpose was to keep the connecting leather between her legs cinched tight. A dildo hummed inside her vagina while a plug echoed the movement in her ass.

If she was an obedient slave, Master might reward her with a badly-needed climax but if she did something to displease him—

“
You’ve had time to think about it,” he continued. “Who do you think is responsible for this?”

This
was her new reality, her imprisonment, her slavery.

“
I’m not sure,” she started. The vibrations all but rattled her teeth, and her thankfully free nipples ached. “I was dating a married man who—“

“
Norman.”

She stared at her dirty feet.

“
Go on.”

Master had hold of the remote. If he increased the vibrations, she wouldn’t be able to speak. “Norman likes bondage. He wanted me to—“

“
But his attempts turned you off,” Master finished. Smiling, he stroked the side of her right breast. “Too bad he didn’t incorporate my techniques.”

Master’s
techniques
were responsible for her striped flesh and empty belly. Just this morning he’d whipped her for not immediately dropping to her knees when he entered her prison.

“
So you think Norman contacted Carnal? He forked over more than you want to think about to have me train you.”

Train. Like a puppy. “I don’t know. Maybe. But…”

“
Go on.”

“
He’s married. I don’t think he has that kind of money.”

“
Norman isn’t the only man in your life.”

Think.
“No. Ah, several times you made me run like a horse while flogging me. Ed likes to bet on horse races. He took me to a few, but we argued. I said the crops were cruel. He disagreed.”

“
But you let him spend his money on you. Hell, you’d do anything as long as money was involved.”

Past tense?
“It wasn’t like that.” As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she regretted them. She should know better than to disagree with anything Master said. “He enjoys spending money on me. He pays for my bets and if I win, I get to keep the money.”
Used do.
“He says he’s more likely to come out ahead betting on horses than at marriage.”

“
And why’s that?”

“
He’s been married three times.”

“
So the chance you’d become number four was pretty slim.”

“
I don’t want—I’m not interested.”

“
Too bad.” He caressed her other cheek. “Chances are you wouldn’t be in this fix if you wore some man’s ring.” He pinched her nose, and she wondered if he was thinking about placing a ring there. “So why doesn’t matrimony hold any appeal to you?”

“
I enjoy being single.”

“
Those days are behind you.”

Her throat clogged. “That’s up to you, Master.”

“
Maybe. So Norman and Ed are possibilities. Anyone else?”

“
Platt.” She stared at her still-beautiful breasts despite the bruises and whip marks. “He’s extremely wealthy and…”

She should be used to Master’s slaps, but his hand against her breasts caught her unawares. Gasping, she shuddered.