Carnal Series 1 - Carnal lesson (2 page)

Stop saying those things. I can’t handle it.
 

He trailed rope over her belly. “Cotton’s simple and more versatile than metal or even leather. Just thought I’d share that piece of information with you. I’m not going to explain what I’m doing so I suggest you concentrate.”

She started to shake. Her bladder felt full.

Gripping her throat, he pressed down. “Knock it off.”

Even the fear that he was going to choke her wasn’t enough to make her stop shaking. “Not very good at obeying orders, are you? No wonder I’ve been called in to correct your behavior.”

What was he talking about? Trying to answer distracted her from what he was doing until she realized he was wrapping rope around her right ankle. At least it didn’t feel as if he was tying it so tight that circulation would be cut off.

He rolled her onto her side as much as possible given her bend elbows, then tugged on the rope around her ankle and bent her knee a little. Next he ran the strand under what was around her waist.

“
Almost there.”

Up her captured leg went. She tried to straighten it only to discover he’d secured the rope to her waist restraint.

“
So here’s the deal.” He brushed her skirt off her face, not that she could see much given the unlit truck interior. Something resembling an oversized sports’ bag was near the tailgate. “You can scoot around like a crab if you’re so inclined, but obviously you aren’t going anywhere. My suggestion is you get some rest since we have a distance to travel. Any questions?”

Was he insane? Of course she had a millions questions starting with why followed by who, if anyone, had called him in to do this to her.

Chapter Two

Reno had started to close the tailgate on his latest captive when he remembered he was supposed to take pictures. Whatever the customer wanted.  

“
Smile,” he told the bitch as he pulled a digital out of his bag of tricks. “Oops, guess you can’t.”

Her eyes went wide when the flash went off, prompting him to take several more close-ups of her face before focusing on her trussed up body. The bit gag didn’t help her looks. Fortunately, Carnal had supplied him with photographs of the broad in full war paint, and he understood why she’d been able to con men.

Hell, he’d soon break her of that.

Picture taking over with, he climbed into the cab and started the engine. Before long someone would drive the red status symbol back to her place and put it in the garage along with her keys and the cell phone he’d taken from her skirt. To the uninformed, everything would look normal—except the owner of those items would be somewhere else.

He wasn’t familiar with this part of the state, but thanks to the truck’s GPS, he wasn’t concerned about getting out of the city and heading south. As part of preparing for this assignment, he’d calculated how long it would take to reach his destination. Driving most of the night wasn’t his favorite thing to do which was why he’d napped earlier. His captive had just gotten off a late shift and was probably tired, just like he wanted her to be.

On the tail of a self-satisfied smile for a job well done, he turned on a sports talk show and adjusted his seat belt. After turning up the volume, he tried to find a more comfortable position. Damn it, after all these years of creating sex slaves, the job still gave him hard-ons. He’d get his reward, no doubt about that. If only he didn’t have to wait.  

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A couple of hours later, Reno exited the freeway at a rest stop. His hard-on had gone away, but it wouldn’t take much to wake it up again. At a little after 4 A.M. the stop was empty except for three big rigs and a station wagon that looked as if it had gone its last mile. He eased past the parking area and pulled over as far as he could a little shy of the entrance back onto the freeway. Shrubbery shielded him from the traffic, but he turned off his headlights before getting out and heading for his
guest.
 

He couldn’t see her through the rear window but heard her moving around.

“
Potty break,” he announced as he pulled the tailgate down. “Hopefully it’s not too late for that. If it is, you’ll be sitting in your stink for a while.”

If he concentrated, he could probably understand what she was saying, but he didn’t care. Reaching in, he snagged her free leg and easily pulled her toward him despite her efforts to shake him off. Positioning her so her ass was on the edge of the tailgate, he grabbed her hips and squeezed.

“
Listen to me, bitch. The more you fight, the more pissed I get. That’s something you don’t want to have happen. Besides, where the hell do you think you’re going trussed up like this?” He raked her naked imprisoned thigh. “I have a pretty good idea how uncomfortable you are. Co-operate and I’ll change things out a bit. Resist and I’ll leave you the way you are. Your choice.”

When he’d gotten into this business, patience hadn’t come easy, but in the three years he’d been working for Carnal he’d learned to give captives time to adapt to their severely altered circumstances before getting into the behavior modification aspect. Maybe he was maturing in his old age—age being a relative term since he was thirty-four. More likely he was simply taking pride in a job well done. This time wouldn’t be any different.

“
So what’s it going to be? More of your leg hauled up behind you or something else?”

By this point in their abduction a fair number of subjects had sunk deep into fear and depression which, surprisingly, make things more difficult for him. This one still shivered. Her muscles were knotted which told him she was a long way from giving up. He still couldn’t understand what she was saying. What mattered was that she’d stopped trying to get away.

“
That’s the choice I would have made if I was in your situation, which I’ll never be. First things first. Getting you to pee.”

He untied the rope hooking her leg to what he’d wrapped around her waist but left the restraint on her ankle. She groaned when he straightened her leg. She smelled of sweat and fear all right, but a hint of expensive perfume remained. From the feel of things, she’d recently shaved her legs. He already knew she kept her pussy bare. Yeah, she was a bitch all right—just waiting for him to change her ways. With the thought, his cock entered the equation.

“
Pins and needles, right?” he asked as he pressed his erection against her thigh. She squealed into the bit. “Okay, another decision for you to make. Either you find your way to the ground or I’ll yank you out of there.” He made his point by pulling her closer to the edge.

She shook her head and muttered. He stepped back. There was just enough light so he could watch her struggle to sit up. Too bad he couldn’t see the look in her eyes. She didn’t take her attention off him. For sure that bit of cock nuzzling had made its impact.

The pickup was high enough that her legs dangled. He slapped her thighs. “Hurry the fuck up.”

His
encouragement
got her going. Because she didn’t have use of her hands, she nearly lost her balance but after swaying back and forth a little, she managed to stand. Breathing rapidly, she stared up at him.

Holding off shoving himself into her holes wasn’t going to be easy.

“
Waiting for your marching orders are you? I’ll give them soon enough, but first I’m going to do something to make sure you stay with me.” Not taking his eyes off her, he reached back into the truck bed for his equipment bag.

“
I know you don’t own a dog, but what’s the most important item if you were taking one for a walk?” He held up a leather collar and leash. Staring at the items, she whimpered. Damn but he loved that sound!

He positioned himself so she was between him and the tailgate, then started to wrap the collar around her neck. Sobbing, she tried to turn away. Bracing his legs against hers, he slapped her cheek so her head whipped to the side.

“
You know what they do to misbehaving dogs? They punish them. Put them in tiny cages and lock the door.”

Watching as she resigned herself to the inevitable made his cock ache. He rubbed himself against her middle.

“
Things getting clearer for you?” He kept rubbing, grunting as he did. “Don’t worry. Your time for getting fucked is coming, but you haven’t earned a piece of me yet.” He brushed the collar over her cheek where he’d slapped her. “You aren’t a feral bitch dog. Don’t act like one.”

She again tried to say something. Impatient, he gripped the metal collar end and lashed her shoulder with the other. Gurgling, she lurched against him, prompting him to shove her back against the tailgate. He collared her while she was off-balance then hooked the leash to the ring at her throat.

“
You’ve pissed me off.” He yanked on the leash. “Believe me, you’re going to wish you hadn’t.”

Who knew how much she comprehended. At least she had the good sense not to resist any more as he hauled her into the oaks. Freeway traffic occasionally illuminated the area making it easy for him to decide on a spot behind one of the larger oaks. Holding the leash in one hand, he unzipped, pulled out his considerable cock and aimed at a dark trunk. The smell of hot pee wafted.

“
Your turn,” he said as he tucked himself back inside. “Wait. We have a problem. You’re wearing what passes for panties yet lack the ability to get them out of the way. Seeing as before much longer you’re going to be naked, those damn things are more trouble than they’re worth.”

He loved messing with captives’ minds. Feeding them bits and pieces of the nightmare was one of his favorite techniques. Reaching into his back pocket, he extracted his knife.

“
Please, no.”

All right, she didn’t actually say that but he had no trouble making sense of the sounds. She tried to pull free.

“
Naughty, naughty.” He yanked down on the leash, forcing her to lean over. “Look bitch, I’m going to teach you how to walk on a lead. The less you resist, the easier the lessons will go.” He didn’t add that he preferred resistance. Beating the spirit out of a captive was so damn rewarding. Keeping the pressure steady against her neck, he slid the knife blade under the G-string near her ass hole and sliced. The garment started to slide down only to hang up between her legs.

“
Time’s wasting.” He jerked so she stood upright. “Squat and get it over with.”

The bitch all but pranced in place.

“
What? You’re modest? Too damn bad. You have two seconds to do what I brought you out here for or you’ll have to hold it for another five hours.”

She whimpered, spread her legs, and started to crouch. After retracting the blade and slipping the knife back in his pocket, he grabbed the G-string in front and pulled the worthless fabric from between her legs. Then, because he didn’t want her to fall and delay their leave-taking, he held onto her elbows as she lowered herself even more.

She whimpered again. The sound turned into a sob, then she cut it off. A moment later she urinated. When the sound stopped, he hauled her up.

“
No toilet paper now or maybe ever again. You haven’t earned it.”

Dragging the ankle rope behind her, she trudged back to the pickup with the leash tight between them. What was left of her G-string hung down like an undersized loincloth. She looked toward the lighted restroom.

“
So near and yet so far. Sucks doesn’t it.” He started to lift her into the truck only to reconsider. Sometimes a man needs to take chances.

Stepping behind her, he spun the collar around and hooked his finger through the ring to keep her in place. He patted her right ass cheek, chuckling when she tried to get away. After a moment she set her legs but any thought he had that she’d given up evaporated when she kicked back. He easily dodged her sandal.

“
You’re going to wish you hadn’t done that,” he said with his mouth close to her ear. “Here’s just an example of you’ve let yourself in for.” Pulling back on the collar, he grasped her ass cheek and squeezed. She yelped into the gag. He could have forced her to remain in one spot but entertained himself by letting her twist this way and that. Finally, because he didn’t want to draw blood, he let go of the firm and intriguing flesh.

Cursing for effect, he grabbed her around the waist and threw her into the truck belly down. He climbed in and straddled her with his weight on her butt. She dug her shoes into the carpet and pushed.

“
What’s that? Trying to slide out from under me? Now that’s a fool move if I’ve ever seen one.” He grabbed a handful of hair and forced her to lift her head, arching her back in the process. Shit! Her ass hole was so close and his cock so hard. “Pay close attention because right now you’re getting a lesson in what happens when you displease me.”

The sounds she made trying to breathe was music to his ears. He saw no reason not to cause her discomfort but it went deeper than that. Mastery was a powerful and beautiful thing, a role he’d all but been born into. He never went at it by half. When she started to wheeze, he let go of her hair. Her head dropped. Leaving her to deal with getting enough air into her lungs, he climbed off her but kept his hands on her legs until his fingers reached the rope around her ankle. Grabbing her other ankle, he crossed it over the tied one. He’d run a loop over both ankles before she caught onto what he was doing and again tried to kick.

“
Damn bitch.” He slapped her buttocks as hard as he could. His body practically sang in excitement.

“
Ah! Ah!”

“
What’s that? You’re telling me not to hit you? I’ll do whatever I damn well please.” Delighted, he hauled off and struck her ass three more times while keeping the rope taut. Leaving her to whimper and shake like some just-punished child, he roped her trussed-together ankles another three times before tying a knot.

Switching her arms from behind to in front called for speed and timing, but he was used to catching captives unawares. Besides, if he was reading her right, she still couldn’t wrap her mind around everything that happened to her since she’d left work. In the world she’d always taken for granted and took advantage of, she called the shots.