Carnal Series 1 - Carnal lesson (11 page)

“
What about Platt’s wealth?”

“
He spends it on things that bring him pleasure, like these.” She indicated her breasts.

“
So he paid for big boobs thinking they’d become part of his playground. Why would he chance his
investment
being damaged by nipple clamps?”

“
I don’t know. Master, please, it’s hard for me to think when I’m like this.”

“
You should be used to it, slave. Back to the matter under discussion. What would make Platt—or someone else—decide you deserved what’s been happening?”

Her veins turned cold. He’d backed her into the corner he’d been planning from the moment he brought her out here today, if not before. The time with him had sanded away not just her arrogance but her self-respect as well. Master had taught her she was nothing.

“
I don’t know.”

“
Oh I think you do. Why would Platt have it in for you?”

“
I—sometimes got him to buy me things or give me money.”

“
What did he get for his generosity?”

“
Sex.”

“
Good sex or mediocre?”

“
Great.”

“
Or not. So why would Platt ask a Carnal operative to deal with you if you were the best lay he’d ever had?”

“
He wanted me to himself.”

“
He figured you owed him after the boob job.”

“
He had no right thinking—he didn’t own me.”

Master grinned. “You can’t say that anymore can you? What about Norman and Ed? Did they want to put their brands on you?”

Appalled by the way he’d put it, she nevertheless nodded. “Norman wanted me to be his mistress. He said he had accounts his wife knew nothing about. I wouldn’t have to work. All I had to do was be available but why would I put my life on hold in exchange for a few hours of companionship?”

“
Which is what you told him. What about good old Ed? He wasn’t interested in trying out a fourth wife.”

“
Ed is fifty-two. He’s having a mid-life crises. My presence was supposed to be his way out of it.”

“
Instead, you spent his money.” Master stepped closer. “You led him on, made him think you were in love with him—same as you’d done with Norman and Platt.”

“
It wasn’t—“

“
Yes, it was.”

Grabbing her chin, he held her head immobile as he pressed his mouth against hers in a fierce kiss.

“
You were a piece of work, slave. Out for number one. How’d your parents handle you?”

“
They couldn’t,” she whispered. “I kept running away.”

“
Where’d you go?”

“
To my aunt and uncle. My aunt let me do everything I wanted to.”

“
What does she think of how you turned out?”

“
She’s dead. Cancer.”

Master released her chin. “I’m not going to ask how her dying affected you. Her being gone meant one less person to have to concern yourself with.”

“
That’s not true.”
But it had been.

“
Don’t lie to yourself,” he snapped. She readied herself for a blow. Instead, he freed her elbows from the chain but kept the rope around them. “We’re going for a walk. You know your role.”

In the last two days he’d taught her how to heel. At first he’d used a leash or chain to keep her a step behind him, but after a couple of sessions with a whip on her buttocks, she’d learned to walk where he wanted her to.

He started down the stairs. Trying to ignore the twin insertions and broad leather against her pussy, she stumbled after him. Instead of taking her back to the tree where he’d left her for the night, he headed toward the path that led to the parking lot.

He was going to take her to her owner? Like this? Without a word of explanation?

One face after another swam through her mind’s eye, and she admitted she hadn’t known any of her lovers as well as she thought she did. Which one had contacted Carnal? Watched her
training
sessions? Laughed at what she’d become?

This wasn’t happening! Damn it, why in God’s name was she trudging behind the man who’d tortured and raped her? Why wasn’t she running?

Where to?

How?

The vegetation wasn’t quite as thick near the parking lot. As a result she didn’t feel quite as claustrophobic as she followed Master into the opening. The truck she’d been brought here in and the SUV probably responsible for the redhead’s presence were the only vehicles in the parking area, but she heard one approaching.

“
Master? He’ll see me like this.”

“
He?”

“
Whoever is coming.”

Master fingered the collar she loathed yet accepted. “They’re expecting this,” he said.

They?

Cheri recognized Platt’s black Cadillac as soon as it came into view, but because the windows were tinted, she didn’t know who he’d brought with him until all four doors opened. Uncle Stevie exited the front passenger’s door while Norman and Ed got out of the rear.

“
No,” she whimpered. “No.”

“
Yes.” Master pulled a familiar leash from a front pocket and fastened it to her collar. “So,” he said to the approaching men, “Who gets this?” He held up the leash.

Smiling a smile she’d never seen on him, Uncle Stevie took hold of it. “We’ll take turns.”

“
We’re worked up a schedule,” Norman said. “Equal time for everyone.”

“
No,” she moaned. “Please, no.”

Ed patted her shoulder. “Look at it this way, slave. You’ll no longer have to worry about us finding out what you’re up to.”

His expression superior, Platt cupped his hands around her breasts. “What do you think boys? Did I get a good return on my investment?”

“
Damn good,” her uncle agreed. “I’ll get a bigger charge out of tormenting those knockers than fucking her.”

A total of five men surrounded her. She’d never felt so small, helpless, or lost. Desperate, she tried to drop to her knees before her uncle only to have him hold her up via the leash.

“
You can’t—“ she tried. “Uncle, I never—why are you—“

“
Shut up, bitch!” He slapped her mouth hard enough to draw blood. “Your aunt’s the one who felt sorry for you. I saw through you.”

“
We all did.” Ed’s hold on her shoulder tightened. “We aren’t as stupid as you thought we were.”

“
But don’t you worry.” Norman eyed the leather around her waist and between her legs. “We’re pissed at the way you played us, but we have no intention of damaging our investment. You’ll live, sort of. You won’t need your place any more. In fact, it’s been emptied out and your belongings sold.”

“
That’s right.” Platt squeezed her breasts. “We’re taking over everything. Conduct yourself like the good little sex slave Reno taught you to be, and we might occasionally let you wear something.”

“
Maybe,” Ed muttered. “I like her the way she is.”

“
That’s up to the four of you,” Reno said. “The last payment reached the Carnal account this morning so she’s yours.” He patted the top of her head. “You know how to get in touch with me if she needs a refresher course. And if you grow tired and want her sold—“

“
No! Please, Master,” she begged. “You can’t let them—“

Reno slapped her buttocks. “I just did. Welcome to your new existence.”

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Cheri lay curled on her side in the trunk. It was black in here, nothing to see and nothing to do except think.

She was a sex slave. The property of four men. They hadn’t told her where they were taking her or spelled out what her life would consist of, but she knew. She’d never be free again, never flirt, have her hair done, dress to seduce.

Teeth clenched and eyes closed, she tightened her thigh muscles around the crotch strap. The dildo and ass plug hummed in time with the sounds the Cadillac was making. Her sex juices leaked onto the trunk carpet.

She’d survive.