Carnal Captive (5 page)

Grunting, Damek
yank
ed the strap down
her arm
as far as
it would go
.
In her mind’s eye, she
wrenched
it out of his hand and kneed him between the legs.
“I’d have to be dead not to have a
sexual reaction to what we do
. However, that’s no reason to
act
like an animal.”

“Whatever. Okay bitch, let’s get you set up.”

Chapter Three

Sh
ari
couldn’t do anything to stop Reno from pulling her into a sitting position. When he did, the branch poked against her crotch. She shiver
ed
.

“You want to help me with this.” R
eno jerked his head at Damek. “It’ll t
ake less time and double our pleasure.”

“That it will.”

Grabbing her right arm, Reno
drew it behind her
while Damek did the same with her
left
.
Even as she slumped forward, s
he felt a momentary relief when Reno
let go of her
and picked
up the branch
. T
hat turned to
horror
when he
positioned
the wooden length
behind her back. Working in tandem, the men
arrang
e
her arms so the branch
was
against her inner elbows. Th
en
th
ey pulled her arms forward
,
and Damek held her in place while Reno wrapped endless loops of rope over her wrists
,
forcing them close together
at her waist
.

Damek pulled her forward until she
drooped
with her breasts nearly touching her legs. Her
shoulder-length
hair slid over her cheeks,
blinding
her. Her
shoulders
were pulled back, her hands useless in front, the thankfully smooth branch holding her immobile.

Muted sounds told her
the men were walking away. Were they abandoning her? If so, as soon as she again
had
command
of
her muscles, she’d
get
to her feet and
make her way
to her car. The thought of how she’d look to whoever found her was nothing compared to what could happen if—

“It isn’t her best pose,” Reno said. He sounded close. “Besid
es, you can’t see her
expression.”

“I’m after her body language, specifically the helplessness in every line of her.” Damek too was only a few feet away.

A barely aud
i
ble clicking sound followed by several more told her Damek was taking her picture.

Furious at being
Damek’s
su
bject
compelled her to try to straighten. Her muscles trembled as if she was trying to lift heavy weights, yet she strained until sweat ran between her breasts. Panting, she slumped forward, rested a little, then strained again.

Inch by inch, she forced herself into an erect position.
Thanks to h
er hair
she saw
her world through a t
unnel
. Reno
’s
arms
were
crossed over a
barrel chest
. He looked like a hunter who’d just bagged a trophy animal. In contrast, Damek’s expression was neutral as he took
yet
another picture with what appeared to be an expensive digital. Head
tilted
, he walked to her side, backed up a little, and ran off several more shots.

She wanted to die. She wanted to kill the bastards who’d kidnapped her.

Kidnap?
Her checking account was in sorry shape and would be until she got paid for the
hand-painted
greeting cards she’d
recently
sold at
a popular gift
shop.
As soon as she was
, she’d be able to pay off several overdue bills and get new tires for her twelve year old car. Things were looking up in the financial department, the future brightening, long-held dreams of being able to make a living painting starting to come true.

Until this morning.

“Well look at that.” Reno
clapped h
is hands. “The bitch is crying.”

“Good.
It
’s the first step toward her becoming what we
need
.”

Walking back to her, Reno crouched and began massaging her legs. She hated his touch
. “You know anything about her owner?” he asked.

Owner? What is he talking about?

“Just that he used to be a
football player
. I
nstead of a lot of them, he saved his money.
Also I understand he’s getting into some kind of business or marketing program.
”

“Yeah. A slave like her takes a hell of
a lot of
money.
I w
onder what’ll eventually become of her.”

“Do you care?”

Reno didn’t answer for which Shari was grateful. With everything she’d just heard, she didn’t know how she could take any more.

Slave. Owned.

Reno’s manipulation of her calves and thighs became more intense. He was restor
ing
feeling to her legs, but it was more than that. No way didn’t she understand his determination to make her aware of how much power he
wielded
over her.

She shouldn’t have worn shorts! If she’d put on sweats, he wouldn’t be touching her flesh.

The flaw in that thinking
evaporated as his fingers inched closer to her sex. Her damnable nylon running shorts were loose and hiked
up
.
She tried to scoot away
.

“Whoa, fill
y, you’re not going anywhere.” G
rabb
ing
the rope between her wrists
, he
hauled her back.
“Something you need to get through that head of yours, any time I want to
man
handle you, I do it. The sooner you
just
let it happen, the easier it’ll be.”

Damek
l
eaned toward her
,
shov
ing
the digital into a pocket
as he did
.
“Let me clarify something, bitch. Making things easy for you
isn’t what we’re about. Quite the opposite, the more
discomfort
we inflict on you, the more we
’re doing our job
.” Grabbing the underside of her bra, he hauled it
up
over her breasts. The fabric pressed down so her breasts were pushed out of shape, trapped.

“Nice touch
.
” Reno
’s
fingernails inched under her panties. “The bigger the boobs, the more to play with.”

Instead of mauling her
breast
as she
dreaded
he’d do,
Damek
picked up
another
rope. “Unfortunately, playing
with those beauties will have to wait. Time to start leading the horse to its corral.” After folding the long rope in half, he looped it around her neck and tied a knot at her throat. Holding up the loose end, h
e tugged
.
 
  

“Hold on,” Reno snapped. “Something I want to do.”

D
read
again
came between her and her ability to
comprehend
.
Reno
pu
sh
ed her shorts and panties aside
.
Grabbing her sex lips, he
squeezed them together. Shrieking into her gag, she tried to bend her knees so she could kick him. He
easily
stopped her by resting a forearm on her knees. The awful pressure on her labia continued.

“No, please!” she sobbed
. T
he words came out garbled and
barely
audible

“She begs
.
” Reno
laughed
. “Damn but I love that sound.”

“One more l
esson
and we’re out of here.”
Damek drew
down
on the
neck
rope
so h
er head was forced forward, cotton digging into the back of her neck. Far worse, Reno’s fingers were like vices on her sex lips.
Overwhelmed, s
he squirmed.

“
Damn
,” Damek s
aid
. “
Look at that. Too bad we can’t stay her and play with her
.”

“
Yeah, t
oo bad.”

To her relief
,
Reno
let go, end
ing
the torture. She nearly thanked him
,
then shuddered.
Damn it,
she’d never
express gratitude
because
her captors had
stopped
hurt
ing
her.

She’d die before she’d do that.

Leaving Damek to deal with the
subject
, Reno led the way down to where they’d
parked
the v
ehicle
.
Having
grown up in L.A.
, he
knew back streets and alleys. The wilderness was another
matter
. If he’d had his way, he would have waited until the target was in
her secluded rental
before roping and tying her
.

However, as Carnal management had pointed out, Damek was lead trainer for this production. Damek said they’d take her while she was on one of her predictable early morning runs so they did.

Listening to
Damek
curse the hobbled creature for not walking fast enough, Reno decided
his new
co-worker
might not be
the
priss
he’d originally taken him to be
. True, the other Carnal operative was anal about
a lot of things
, but darting her with the nerve drug
he’d created
had been pure genius. Knocking a subject out or hitting her with a stun gun was expedient, but there was a lot to be said for keeping her awake and aware during those first delicious minutes
as
the world she’d always known ended.

There. The SUV they’d
left
at the end of the trail was right below
them
. When he’d
first
seen the map of the
area, he
’d wondered why in the hell anyone would leave a perfectly good car
in one spot
and head up into the wilds only to come back down
somewhere else
.
Having to walk back to one’s car
still didn’t make sens
e
.

S
topp
ing, he
stared through the trees.
Good. T
he SUV was still the only vehicle
in the graveled area
. As long as things stayed that way a few more minutes, they’d
be
out of here without anyone being the wiser. They’d first
go
to where the subject had left her vehicle and one of them would drive it
to the
next town
using the key he’d pulled out of her
shorts’
pocket and leave it in a
n area
not known for its law-abiding citizens
.
A
hammer would take care of her cell phone.

That done
, Damek
and he
would
go
to her place and rig things
to
look
as if she’d packed and run
. Her being self-employed
simplified
things. She didn’t have a family and few friends, no
current
boyfriend.