Carnal Captive (9 page)

“Watch this, bitch. Watch and comprehend.”

She tried to fight, but he
rest
ed his knee on her hair, immobilizing her head.
Despite her
struggles
,
he tethered her hands
close to her neck
so her fingers were curled under her chin.
Leaning
back
, he studied
her.

“Well, that was fun. Unfortunately
for you
,
much of
my value lies in my ability to teach a slave not to fight
. W
e aren’t going to have many more wrestling matches.” Clamping his hands
over
her cheeks, he forced her
to look at him
. “I do hope you’ll
protest. It makes my work
much more interesting.
Also, I have to earn my salary.
”

Her heart hammered, and she couldn’t catch her breath
. Despite
her fear,
she
sensed
he wanted her to fight. Determined not to give him what he wanted, she forced herself to
relax
. At first he looked puzzled and angry, then he nodded.

“You aren’t going to win this battle, slave. Or any of th
e others
we’ll
have during our time together. But I hope to hell you’ll try.”

Smiling, he leaned
so close
his features
went out of focus
. She knew he was going to kiss her before his lips smashed against hers. Past self-restraint, she
fought
.
   

“That’s right. That’s right.” His hot and strangely pleasant breath washed over her face. “Give me a run for my money.”

His lips
again
crushed hers. Her useless fingers dug into her palms and her lower body twisted
about
. No matter what she did or didn’t do,
Damek
continued to kiss her. Their mouths were closed, the contact brutal
. Then, shocking her with his speed, he
caught
her lower lip between his teeth and bit down.

Filled with
p
ain, she fought.

He held on.

Chapter Six

If Damek
didn’t take
pride in his work, he
might
have bitten
the captive
until he drew blood. However, much as he loved
the feel of
her struggl
ing
under him, he knew better
than to
scar her
.
As a result, she’d only have a bruised lower lip to remember their tussle by
—for today
.

Knowing better than to give her time to get used to what he’d done to her hands, he hauled her to her feet. No longer
having to
us
e
the
neck
leash was a bit of an inconvenience, but he adapted by holding onto her hair as he
dragged
her out of the main room. He kept his hand down by his side so she had to walk bent over
.
H
er breasts dangled, and his cock responded.

As he left what was essentially a gathering and show-off room and headed toward the back of the house, he listened. He didn’t hear any screaming, but that didn’t mean the
o
ther teams weren’t at work. The slave
s
-in-training might be gagged or undergoing some behavior modification that didn’t call for
the
inflicti
on of
pain. That was a shame because he wanted
this
subject to get a
clear impression
of what took place here.

He walked down the long, dark hall
that
lead to where
he intended to park
he
r
until Reno
was done
dealing with her belongings and
checking in with
management.

Much as he was tempted to see how she was reacting to he
r new surroundings
, he didn’t.
One benefit of
a superior IQ meant he
often
knew what other peopl
e were thinking
. He’d have more than enough time to study her. There was no reason to make her think he gave a damn.

Reaching the end of the hall, he paused as if
making up his mind
which
direction
to go. In truth, he’d already decided on her initial
residence
. He abruptly turned left, jerking her along. His fingers were starting to cramp from holding
onto
her hair, but fortunately he was nearing his destination. After a few more stumbling steps on her part, he stopped, causing her head to collide with his side.

“Damn clumsy bitch!”
Tempted
as he was to force her onto her knees, he didn’t. With his free hand, he triggered a sliding cage door. It opened with a series of creaks and groans. Loving his job, he
released
her hair, grabbed her useless arms, and shoved her
ahead of him
into what for all intents and purposes was a dog kennel.
It
was seven feet high and
sported
a chain
with a
n open
metal collar
that dangled from the upmost bars.
If she had use of her arms, which he didn’t intend to
grant her
, she could
touch all four sides. The floor was cement
with
a half dozen metal rings imbedded in
it
. There was no furniture
.

Seeing no reason not to let her wrap her mind around where she’d be staying
for a while
, he planted himself in the doorway and folded his arms.
After
look
ing
around
, she
backed away
from him
until her buttocks pressed against one of the barred walls.

“Not the Ritz,” he said unnecessarily,
“
but you can’t complain about the view.”

T
he cages—there were three
o
ut here
—were separate from the main house by
a few
feet. By evening it would be damn cold
out
here. Even now shade from the encroaching forest meant no sunlight reached her.

“Why are you doing this?” The way she reared back and shook her head, he guessed she realized she’d sounded like a frightened child. “I don’t have any money.”

“Not true, not true.” He rather liked carr
ying on a conversation with her. After all,
it might be their only one
for a while
. “
Carnal’s
investigation revealed you have nearly two hundred dollars in your checking account.”

Her mouth gaped. “You…”

“That isn’t all we know about you. Too bad you didn’t marry what’s his name, the electrician. We wouldn’t have selected you if you had, too much risk. Your being a loner worked to our advantage
,
and against you.”

She swallowed. “Selected?”

“To fulfill the
requirements
of a man
determined to do things to a woman that much of society frowns on
.” Tired of explaining what was second nature to him, he started toward her. She sucked in a breath but had nowhere to go. “You’re going to be trained to meet your master’s every need. Your body will become his
playground
.”

“No. God damn it, no!”

She really was beautiful, not one of those polished and painted creatures with too much time and money to spend on themselves but sleek and graceful like a deer.
He admired brave, athletic women
. F
rom what he’d seen
and knew
of her, she was both of those things. However, the longer he was in the kennel with her, the
stronger
his sense of
responsibility became
. He’d been hired to transform her into a compliant creature, and that’s what he’d do, starting now.

Reaching up, he unhooked the collar
from the chain
.
W
hen he placed
the leather
around her neck,
she tried to break free,
prompting him to lean into her and trap her between his body and the cage.
Sliding
the
collar
next to
her
rope
necklace
, he
snapped
the restraint
into place. Again taking hold of her hair, he pulled her under the chain and
hooked her up good and proper
.

He’d
just
stepped back to admire his handiwork when his cell phone rang. “Yes,
she’s all tucked in
,” he told Reno. “I
decided on
the kennels because she
likes being out-of-doors
.”

The chain had enough slack that she could walk about a bit, maybe get a little more exercise, not that
she wouldn’t
soon
get more
in shape
.

“I don’t want you
doing anything
before I
join you
,” Reno said. “
Jones is busy which means
I haven’t reported on the capture. It could be another half hour.”

Reno wasn’t lead in this particular behavior modification project. If
Damek
wanted to get going on the broad, he would.

“Did you hear me?” Reno demanded.

“I heard. You’re saying no playing with the
toy
until you
’re part of the fun
.”

The
toy
—what was her name anyway?—looked thunderstruck. Determined to
unhinge her mind eve
n
more than it was
, he continued. “I’ve been thinking about our pre-capture conversation,” he told Reno. “There are
indeed
arguments both for and against
the
effective
ness of
unrelenting pain.
I
suggest we judge
and record
her response
while
subject
ing
her to
various levels of
discomfort
. That way we can modify our plan to meet her unique sensibilities.”

“Do you have to sound like some college prof?” Reno demanded. “We
beat her
same as
I’ve done since
I got into this business
.”

Studying her,
Damek
wasn’t sure what she was thinking
. “Of course we’ll beat her.
Punishment’s
effectiveness is a given.
Sex slave training 101.
I’m just saying we don’t have to limit ourselves to
a switch
applied
to the breasts
and a paddle to the ass
.”

“It’s always worked for me.”

“What do you have against variety? Familiarity breeds boredom.”

“What we do bores you?”

“Of course not.” He leered at the
trembling
captive. “I’ve never
had a job
that gives me greater satisfaction. I take pride in a job well done, especially one that allows me to repeatedly shove my cock in unwilling holes.”

She whimpered, the first time he’d heard something approaching surrender from her. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that, a little disappointed because where w
as the challenge if she gave
up and rolled over
?

“I’ll tell you what,” he said to Reno but for her benefit. “Other than making some adjustments to her restraints and getting rid of that ridiculous bra, I won’t touch her.”

If he expected
the subject
to relax, he was mistaken, but then
that was
the last thing he
wanted from
her.

“One
more
thing, I’ve removed her gag. Would you like to hear her scream?”