Carnal Captive (14 page)

“Pleasurable for her,” Damek corrected. “Not quite the same for us.”

“Yet.”

A sense of relief trickled over Shari at the thought that Reno
was about to free her nipples
. Instead, he rolled them about.
As when he’d manhandled her clit, sexual awareness ran through her.
“Tell me something, slave.
Do y
ou like having big knockers?”

She swallowed trying to moisten her throat enough to respond
—and to master her body’s unwilling response
. “I—I don’t think much about them.”

“The hell you don’t. All women want huge knockers. I bet you display them all the time with push-up bras and low cut tops, anything to get men
hot and bothered
.”

“No, I don’t.” Should she say more? Had she been given permission to admit what she had?

“Why should I believe you?” He pulled her breasts together, then drew them apart, hurting he
r
. Despite her
vow not to let him know
, she stamped her foot.

“I’m a runner,” she got out around the pain. “They—they make running difficult.”

“Difficult for you,
handy
for me.”

Reno had let go of her breasts and shoved her upright almost before she knew what was happening. Sobbing in relief, she stared at her red and swollen nipples. Was this to be her existence, pain heaped on her simply because the bastards could get away with it?

Her questi
on went unanswered while Reno walked over
to the
cupboard
. Damek’s hold on her neck chain was casual as if he couldn’t be bothered with her. She was in a windowless dungeon with her hands cuffed behind her. Naked and beaten. Shaved.
Waiting to see what was in the bag.

T
he wooden doweling and leather
Reno
brought out horrified
her.
T
hat’s what the woman she’d
seen
earlier had
been wearing
. H
er legs ached with the
useless need
to kick him.

When he pressed the wood against her lips, she clenched her teeth and lifted her head,
jerking
it to the side at the same time. Damek put an end to that by yanking her head down.

“These wild fillies always fight their first bridle,”
Damek
observed
as Reno forced the
wood
between her teeth. The rope
they’d
initially
gaged her with
had
kept
her mouth open, but this was worse
. W
hen Reno secured the straps over and around her head, she felt utterly trapped.

“Damn,” Damek exclaimed.

“What?” Reno asked.

“I forgot to take pictures when we were in the shower.”

“There’s always tomorrow and the day
s
after.”
 

“Hold her. I don’t intend to lose this opportunity.”

Was this some kind of reprieve
?
She’d spend
time
in this
sub terrain
tomb being photographed in different poses? Maybe if she smiled—like hell!

Reno backed away
now
, holding up
the
neck lead
so
she had no choic
e but to tilt her head
. She
vowed not to
close the distance between them
—
unless she had no choice.

“Bring her closer to the light,” Damek said after taking several pictures. “I want to make sure her poor bruised breasts show.”

“What about the whip marks?
They’re damn good
if I say so myself
.”

Overwhelmed by everything that was happening, s
he hadn’t thought about her flesh for several minutes. Now that she did, she realized the pain had faded to
something
manageable
. Her body was still marked but it could be so much worse.

Might become worse.

H
aul
ing
her over to the
neares
t wall light
, Reno
directed her to turn to the left and then the right as Damek ran off more shots.
She had no choice but to acknowledge that
they’d
probably
s
how up at some
members
-
only
Internet
site. Whoever
had passed scrutiny and
paid to belong could and would leer at her.
Doubtlessly,
voyeurs
and sadists
were among the membership but even more u
nsettling, the site
had to
be popular with
those who believed
they had a
right to own another human being.

Owned. Someone had paid for her.

“Good,” Damek said
at length
. “That’s enough for the feed-in to what’s next on the agenda.” He jerked his head at the
cloth
bag
Reno still held
.

“What if you
document
me getting her into position,” Reno suggested. “Then once we have her tied down, you can
pick it up again
while I
plug
her holes.”

“No,” she garbled into the wooden bit. “No!”

Reno laughed.
“You hear anything?
Must be the wind blowing.”

“There’s no wind down here, but the
hinge
s need oiling. It
’s probably
them squeaking.”

“Could be.”

“Time to get this show rolling,
meat
.” Reno pull
ed
her
over
to the oversized sawh
orse. I
t was
made of metal and
attached
to the floor. The horizontal part was rounded
and thinl
y padded
. She
’d just comprehended its purpose
when he pushed her belly against the
top
and
forced her forward
.
Frightened anew, s
he struggled to straighten.

“Not going to happen,
meat
.”

The collar tightened
so s
he couldn’t lift her head. Sobbing into the bit, she faced the horrible reality that Reno had hooked
the neck
chain to something on the floor.

“You know,”
Damek said, “
I don’t believe you’re going to need help finishing this part of the process. If you don’t mind, I’ll just
observe
.”

Reno ran his hand over her straining spine. “I don’t mind, and you know it. Something else, underneath all that so-called refinement, you’re as much a bastard as I am.”

Damek’s laugh chilled her.

Maybe she should
try to determine
where Damek was but with Reno’s hand
heading
toward
her ass, she couldn’t put her mind to anything else. Any
moment
now
he’d s
tart spanking
her. At the last
instant
she realized he wasn’t interested in punishing her after all, at least not the way he’d done before. His fingers slipped between her
buttock
s
. Panicked,
she tried to wrench herself off the damnable sawhorse.

“Pull her cheeks apart,” Damek ordered. “I want a close-up of the goodies.”

Don’t do this to me, please!
  
 
 
Digging his nails into her
buttocks
, Reno opened her up to the camera. Knowing her captors were staring at that intimate part of her body was more than she could handle! Cursing into the gag, she
twist
ed her hips about as best she coul
d.

“Hang on doggie,” Reno exclaimed
. His nails dug deeper into her flesh
. “I’ve got myself a rank filly here.
You’d think the whipping
would have tamed her a bit.”

“Guess you’ll have to give her another lesson.”

“Guess I will.”

He wants to hurt me. I’ve just given him an excuse to.

To her
relief and
horror, Reno
let go of
her
buttocks
. She waited,
fight
ing to get enough air into her lun
gs.
Terror was making her stupid, but she couldn’t do anything about it.
I
nstea
d of slashing her
as she expected
, Reno—she guessed it was him—forced her legs apart and secured
her ankles to something on the floor same as they’d done to her neck
.
Why had she fought when she’d known she
couldn’t win
?

But this was
her
body, at least it had been before today.

Her useless arms were against her back, her legs tethered so far apart she
once more
felt as if she was doing the splits. With her head
held
down, she couldn’t see what the men
were doing
.
Despite unrelenting waves of fear, she forced herself
to face certain facts. The way she
was
displayed, she was utterly rap
e
able.

I’m sorry
.
I don’t mean to be bad.
Please l
et me up
!
I’ll
do everything you want me to
.

No, she couldn’t
!
Besides,
nothing she did
or said
would
make any difference.

“Before we introduce her to Carnal’s brand of pleasure,” Damek said, “I suggest we explore what you’ve exposed.”

Reno chuckled. “
Duh.
We’ve been working damn hard, time to reward ourselves. How
do
we decide who goes first?”

They’re going to rape me.

“I’m a gentleman. Besides, recording your
methods
is almost as pleasurable for me as what I’m certain you’re about to experience.”

To her
surprise
, Reno didn’t shove his cock up her vagina.
The instant he touched her anal opening,
her
shaking
doubled
. Sounds without meaning
erupted from her
.

“Hmm,” Reno said, “I don’t believe she approves.”

“I believe you’re right. What do you think we should do about it?”

S
igh
ing
dramatically
, Reno
increased the pressure against her bung hole.
If only she could convince herself
this wasn’t happening
!
“I could force the issue, but
doing so
runs the risk of damagin
g this particular entrance
.”

“Is
her cunt hole
dry?”

“Let me check.”

In the wake of her dread of a few seconds ago
, she was almost grateful when
he slipped
his finger
into her sex opening
. His rough strength against her dry
inner
flesh
hurt.

“
You don’t need to tell me anything,” Damek said. “Her bo
dy language is all I need
. And like you said, we don’t want to damage
her valuable parts
.”

Nothing mattered
more than
Reno removing his finger
, but she had no say in what was happening.
To her surprise
, t
he longer
the invasion continued
, the more she managed to relax. She’d never enjoy this, never! But it wasn’t as if she was a virgin. She’d had both cocks and fingers
inside
her.
Besides,
his
finger
was far better than
his whip
, a reminded of pleasure
.