Carnal Captive (25 page)

That wouldn’t last long

Damek nibbled and sucked.
She reacted, as Reno had figured she would, by breathing deep and long and tossing her head about.
Just as she
press
ed
her thighs together,
he
spat out the breast with its
rigid
nipple only to close his teeth around it and pull.

“Please, no.”

“What’s that?” Reno demanded, slapping her other breast. “One more outburst like that and you’re going to be wearing your bridle again.”

She hated the bridle. No matter how forcefully
t
he
y
reminded her that the bit
belonged
between her teeth, she
always
tried to spit it out.
T
onight
he was giving her a choice—kind of.

Legs shuddering, she let her head hang.

“Good decision.” He slapped her free breast again. Damek’s teeth
had
ma
de
indentations in her nipple.
That had to hurt.

Finally
Damek straightened and rubbed the back of his neck. “
Shit.
I’m not as flexible as I used to be. However, I believe I’ve accomplished what I set out to do.”

Just say it. Don’t make a career out of it.
Hoping to
bury
his irritation under action, Reno took responsibility for the saliva-coated breast.
As
his partner had done, he grabbed and lifted.

“Think you know what’s going to happen, do you? Well guess what, you’re right.” With that, he open
ed the clamp
one-handed
, positioned
the
teeth over her nipple, and let go. Yelping, she
bounced in place
.

“It hurts. Oh
G
od, it hurts.”

“It’s supposed to
.
” The rest of the contraption dangled from her trapped breast. She looked down then jerked her head up.

“Too awful to contemplate?” Damek asked.
     

She wanted to close her eyes. He saw the
need
to escape in every line of her helpless body, but she was both too wise and scared to
try
.

“For all we know,” Damek said
,
“
t
he time you spend with us might be the easy part
of your new life
. Your master is one powerful m
a
n.” Cupping her jaw, he slapped the dangling clamp and sent it to swinging wildly.

“Oh
G
od. God, please
Master
!”

“Shut up!” Damek struck her cheek hard enough to leave a red mark. “There’s no deity here, just
us
.”

Studying
her trapped breast, Reno tried to imagine what that felt like.
H
e’d
contemplated
putting the suckers on
his own nipples
a couple of times
only to stop
in time
.

He’d
been the one to
start tor
menting
her breasts.
A Carnal house rule stipulated
that the handler who
beg
i
n
s
a particular
exercise
i
s responsible for
finish
ing
it. Why
the hell
was Damek
taking
hold of bo
th her free breast
and the clamp
?

Like he didn’t know the answer to that.

She bleated like
a
sheep but barely moved when the second
set of metal teeth
gripped her nipple. Determined to let Damek know he didn’t like this particular turn of events,
Reno
pulled the digital out of Damek’s pocket and
snapped shots
of a lovely set of full,
captured
breasts with a chain swaying between them.

S
tepped back from the suffering subject
, Damek
joined him.
Panting, s
he pointedly didn’t look at them.

“Now t
hat’s a work of art.”
Damek held up his hands as if framing her
for a shot
. “From neck to knees she’s a walking, silent demonstration of the kind of product Carnal Incorporated puts out.”

The Carnal website, accessible only to
a select few
, was constantly being updated.
S
laves’ faces were never shown, making it easy for Reno to dehumanize them
every time
he accessed the site
.

As long as he didn’t look at this one’s—what was her name anyway
?
—eyes,
he could simply appreciate
what they’d accomplished
. However,
occasionally
he
had to
forcefully
silence the inner voice
that
demand
ed
to know what the hell he was doing.

“She needs weights on her boobs
.
” Not waiting for
a
response,
Damek
went over to the bag and withdrew a couple of half pound
weights.
Holding
one up
, he
pressed it to the slave’s mouth. “Guess where this little toy’s going? Kiss it first to show how much you appreciate the effort we’re going to.”

She spat.

Surprised, Reno watched saliva drip off the weight. Damn but the little sl
ut
still had life in her.

“Damn stupid cunt!” Stepping behind he
r
, Damek jerked up on the rope running from her crotch to her wrists. She tried to stand on her toes
but that
threw her body forward so she hung by her elbows.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

“Not sorry enough, bitch!” Glowering, Damek hooked
a
weight to
a
nipple clamp
while
keep
ing
pressure on the rope.

“Ah! Oh please,
M
aster!”

“Damek, th
at’s enough.” Reno
kept his voice low. “Don’t let your temper get the best of you.”

“What the hell do you know about my temper?”

“More than I want to. You heard me, stay in control.”

Studying Damek,
Reno
wondered if
he was privy to every nuance of the other trainer’s ba
ttle
.
When they’d
first
met
,
he
hadn’t understood
why someone who looked as if he belonged in a corporation boardroom and talked like a college professor was in t
his line of business
. He no longer did. Damek didn’t just take pride in
transforming
a captive
into
a
sex
slave. He was a sadist with a short fuse.

“I don’t appreciate having some
damn
over the hill jock
saying my work’s lacking in any way,” Damek
grumbled
. “He doesn’t know what the hell he’s talking about.”

“That’s not what he said. He
wants us to do the best we can
.”

“Whatever.”

Either Damek finally realized how much he was hurting the slave or his arm had gotten tired. Wh
ich
ever
it was
, Reno relaxed a bit when his partner let go of the rope
. Then he
hooked the other weight to the second nipple clamp.

Her eyes were watering, and her mouth
kept opening and closing
.
She
gasp
ed repeatedly
.
“My turn,” he said. “A little more pain.”

The slave started to shake her head but stopped
when that
caused her breasts and thus their decorations to jiggle
even more
.

“Kind of have you between a rock and a hard place, don’t we,” he observed. “You need to move but you don’t dare.”

She stared at him.

“You know what it feels like to be whipped. Tonight
, if you’re a good and docile little slave,
you’re going to thank us for whipping you
then letting you
climax.”

Damek selected a three-fingered whip
. However, i
nstead of letting
Damek
do what he obviously wanted to, Reno
drew
it out of his hand.

“Not until I’m convinced you’re got yourself back under control.”

“Damn you! You—“

“Not in front of he
r.
”

Either that made sense to Damek or the other man knew better than to try to pit his strength against his.

Because she knew what was expected of her,
when he held it up,
the slave pressed her mouth to the whip. He supposed he could have commended her for not spitting but one doesn’t praise a
piece of meat
for anything.

“Suffer, sl
ut
, suffer.”

Backing up, he let fire
. T
he strands stuck
high on
her thigh.
Y
elp
ing, she
and tried to pull her leg back. He whipped her other thigh, then
adjusted
s
o the whip
smacked
both
legs
at the same time.
H
e slowly circled her, aiming so each blow landed between waist and hips. She
kept
turn
ing
in the same circle
,
caus
ing
the rope connecting her elbows to the ceiling to twist. After two rotations, she had no choice but to
stop and
stand on her toes.

“How’s that working out?” he asked. “Not the best idea you ever had, is it?”

“No, Master.”

“At least you’re smart enough to figure that out. Kind of hard to think when you’re all wrapped up, is it?”

Helplessness fairly poured from her. “No, Master.”

“You aren’t done, are you?” Damek
demanded
from behind his ever-present camera.

“
Hell no.
Just getting
started.”

Chapter Seventeen

The trussed slave’s
head bobbed up and down in time with the red streaks he layered on her buttocks.
Her breaths wheezed.
She might not know it, but he had no intention of breaking the skin. Turning her into a quivering mass of pain was one thing, scarring her—well, that was her owner’s
prerogative
.

“You know,”
Reno
said as
he
continued to circle and lash. “She’s the first non-crier I’ve had. I’m not sure how I feel about that.”

“Saves on the time we have to spend gagging her.”

“That doesn’t mean we’re no longer going
to
. I love the sight of a bitch with her mouth plugged.
Other holes too.
”

Reno stood in front of the
quivering and wary
slave. She was nicely marked in a small area
of her body, but that added up to an
unbalanced
look
.
Rotating
his wrist, he jammed the whip base into her mouth.
S
he tried to push it out,
compelling him to
grab her collar ring. “Naughty, naughty. You wouldn’t do that if it was a cock, not if you want to live.”

“That’s right” Damek
fingered one of the
nipple
weights
.
Her eyes started to roll back.
“There’s not
hing worse a slave can do. S
ome
have been
killed for that one infraction.”