Carnal Series 1 - Carnal lesson (3 page)

No more.

When he’d secured her wrists against her belly, he pulled on them to make sure she understood they were tethered to her waist. She made a lovely sight, a calf ready for branding.

“
You’re going to learn to thank me for whatever small kindness I bestow on you. You have to admit this is easier than the earlier strain on your shoulders. However, because I don’t want you getting the impression I give a damn about your comfort, I’m going to make sure you stay where I want you to.”

The leash had wound up under her. After pulling it free, he secured it to one of the truck’s tie downs, leaving her with no slack.

“
Back on the road,” he told his prisoner as he got out. “I suggest you start wrapping your mind about what’s going to happen once we reach our destination. Here’s a hint. You’re going to be taught the error of your self-centered and selfish ways. The lessons aren’t going to be easy, or forgettable.”

Chapter Three

Even with the carpet under her, Cheri felt every bounce and jolt as the truck rejoined the freeway traffic.

God, she hated thinking about what she’d been forced to endure at the rest stop!

Where was he taking her? If his intention was to kill her, wouldn’t she already be dead? Maybe his plan was to hold her for ransom. He’d released her once enough money had been handed to him.

A sob escaped as she acknowledged the holes in that insane hope. Norman, Ed, and Platt showered her with gifts and showed her off, but they didn’t love her any more than she did them. She was their trophy girlfriend, their kept woman if she’d let them, that’s all. Uncle Stevie was wealthy because he knew how to hold onto his money. Just last week when she’d threatened to quit if he didn’t give her a raise, he’d told her she knew where the door was. Her argument about how many men she brought to Top Lounge had fallen on deaf ears. Back when Aunt Alisa was alive, Uncle Stevie wouldn’t have said anything like that. Now, however, his true colors were coming out.

Oh God why hadn’t she quit? If she had she wouldn’t have been at the Lounge tonight.

The tears she’d been fighting again leaked out. She was so damned scared.

And mad.

The bastard who’d leashed her to the truck as if she was a misbehaving dog had no right! He’d ruined her skirt and underwear, messed up her hair, forced her to squat and pee before him, prodded his considerable cock against her.

Where was he taking her? What did he mean about lessons and being shown the error of her ways?

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Daylight was starting to come in the canopy’s small windows when her captor again stopped. Judging by the smells and sounds, Cheri guessed he’d stopped for gas. Desperate to draw attention to herself, she banged her feet against the carpet and tried to rock about, but he’d left the radio blaring. All too soon they were back on the road. She had no idea what direction they were going or even what state they were in. Warm as it was getting, she surmised they hadn’t spent the night heading north. The humidity that went with this time of year pressed in around her.

Her stomach growled. Surprised to realize she was hungry, she pressed her hands against her belly. She didn’t touch her ruined G-string because she couldn’t handle any more reminders of her vulnerability. The only thing left of what Ed had presented her with last month was the elastic next to the rope around her waist. What would Ed think if he saw what her captor had done to it, how close she was to being naked?

Not yet, she forcefully reminded herself. Her blouse and bra were still in place.

Oh God, why had she dressed so provocatively? If she’d worn the kind of clothes her aunt had tried to talk her into, she wouldn’t have drawn a pervert’s attention.

She was going to be raped. Raped. Taken against her will for the first time in her life.

Forced.

The word
forced
echoed inside her. To her disbelief, hot fluids filled her channel. She must be crazy for the nightmare to turn her on. Just the same, the longer she thought about what awaited her, the more she squirmed. Damn her hot-blooded nature! She’d long used her sexuality as a tool to get what she wanted, to have her insistent itches scratched. Now she was going to be used—repeatedly and frequently.

Her captor intended to fuck and fuck and fuck her. That’s why she was still alive. Heat licked through her pussy. She pressed her hands against her belly.

#

When the truck started slowing, she made the mistake of trying to sit up. The collar tightened. Defeated, she collapsed. Every inch of her hurt, especially her forced-open mouth. If only she could flex her muscles, move her arms, separate her legs.

The slowing continued until she guessed they were going about twenty-five miles an hour. That continued for maybe a mile before they stopped. Panic assaulted her. Her captor would come for her and do what? To her relief, the truck started up again. After that there was a series of stops and starts and several mostly right hand turns. Staring up at the window, she spotted telephone poles and signs advertising businesses. What town were they in and was this their destination?

Her desperate hope that there’d be people—potential rescuers—around died when the truck picked up speed again. They still weren’t going as fast as when they’d been on the freeway which meant what?

After some five miles, her captor again put on the brakes and made a sharp right hand turn. Immediately the truck started bouncing. The tires made crunching sounds that told her they were on gravel.

What was their destination?

When he stopped and turned off the engine, she bit the horrid wooden gag to keep from screaming. Fear had her shaking so she vibrated, and she again had to pee. How could she have been looking forward to sex?

“
Destination,” he announced as he opened the back. “I’d call it home sweet home, but I’m certain you won’t see it the same way.”

He climbed in, running his hands over her legs and hips and awakening her nerves as he did. For the first time she noticed he had a pleasant masculine scent. He fingered the leash but didn’t untie it. “First things first. You’ve going to be walking which means I need to make some adjustments. For the record, this little jaunt explains why you’re still wearing those sandals.”

He untied the knots that had prevented her from separating her legs. The instant the strands around her ankles loosened she started to bend her left knee.

“
No you don’t!” Gripping her calf, he jammed a hand between her legs and gripped her shaved mons. A finger rested dangerously close to her pussy.
Please don’t let him discover I’m wet there.
“Remember how I pinched your buttocks. One wrong move on your part and I’ll make that feel like a love tap.”

Sucking in a breath, she forced herself not to move. He was hurting her but it could be so much worse.

“
Wise decision.” Shifting his hold a little, he rested his finger against her vaginal opening. “Behave yourself and it
might
go easy on you.”

Might? What if she angered him? What if he exploited her earlier irrational arousal?

Trapped by the questions, she barely noticed what he was doing as he hobbled her ankles. At least his hand had left her sex.

“
One more task and we’re out of here,” he said.

His big, competent hands freed her neck so she was no longer tethered to the truck. He dropped the leash onto her breasts, then backed out of the truck and pulled her after him. Like before, she briefly hung suspended between the tailgate and the ground. Then he forced her to stand.

Thank goodness she still had on her sandals she thought as gravel crunched under her. Hating what she had to do, she looked around. They were in a small parking lot surrounded by vegetation so thick it made her claustrophobic. The road they’d been on was too narrow to accommodate more than one vehicle at a time. Except for a white SUV with blacked out rear windows, there were no other signs of civilization.

“
For the record, you’re looking at a casualty of the housing downturn. The developer got as far as putting in utilities, the parking area, and one condo.” He jerked his head, drawing her attention to a footpath that looked as if it was heading into a jungle. “The organization I’m affiliated with buys the occasional foreclosure that serves our purpose. Its value lies in its seclusion.”

Seclusion. Isolation.

As if reading her mind, he pulled her close so her breasts pressed against him. “I don’t suppose you like that. Tough shit.” He reached into the truck for the gym bag.

Tossing the leash over his shoulder and wrapping his hand around it, he took off, giving her no choice but to stumble after him. He’d left her with maybe two feet of space between her ankles which was just enough for her to keep up as long as she concentrated on what she was doing. Was anyone looking at her naked ass and denuded mons? Watching her drool?

Warm, damp air pressed against her. She heard countless insects in the bushes and spotted several lizards on the path. They’d been walking only a few seconds when she chanced looking behind her. She could no longer see the truck that had been her prison.

Oh please, oh please, someone, oh please!

Walking seemed to numb her. Either that or she was too exhausted to fully process what was happening. In a strange way she was grateful for her captor’s presence. Without him leading the way, she’d be hard-pressed to stay on the path. If she got lost—

A small dark snake emerged from the ground vegetation only to slither back into cover. What was a snake next to everything else that was happening to her?

Her captor abruptly slowed, and she nearly ran into him. Holding back as far as she could, she looked over his shoulder. They’d reached a large stucco building set up on cement pillars with a wrap-around porch.

“
Take a good look,” he said, “because this is where you’re going to stay until I’m done with you.” He chuckled. “In fact—“ Instead of finishing, he reached behind him, grabbed her hair, and hauled her up beside him. “Take a really good look. What do you see?”

She didn’t want to see anything. She didn’t want to be here. But she was. Sensing it wasn’t going to be good, she made herself study the awful place that would become her prison. The building appeared to be only a few years old. She didn’t know what the porch was made of. She spotted two doors separated by some ten feet. That had to be the entrances to separate condo units which meant the other units were around to the back.

Who, if anyone, was inside? Maybe laughing at the half-naked and disheveled newcomer.

“
You don’t see her?”

Her?

Shari’s dread kicked up another notch. There wasn’t anyone on the porch or at the windows, no one on the wide stairs leading to—

Wait! Oh God, no!

“
Finally spotted her did you? Looks like my partner’s making sure his trainee is getting some sun.”

Sun! It was a sick, sick joke!

A naked woman stood in front one of the substantial pillars. Her arms were stretched over her head, and her legs were wide apart, kept that way via a long metal pole attached to her ankles. She’d been blindfolded and what looked like tape had been wrapped around her mouth. Her long red hair was dirty. The way her head lolled to the side, Cheri wondered if she was unconscious.

Please, don’t let her be dead!

“
Hey, Damek, it’s me,” her captor called. “If that’s your welcome gift to me, I appreciate your sense of humor.”

The poor woman’s head jerked up. She turned this way and that trying to see. One of the doors opened and a man wearing shorts and sandals came out. From where she stood, Cheri couldn’t be sure, but he didn’t appear to be as tall or muscular as her captor.

“
About time you showed up,” the man called Damek said. He held up a coffee cup. “I’m fixing breakfast. You want some?”

“
Hell yes. Nice looking piece of flesh you’ve got there. How long have you been here?”

“
Come on in, and I’ll tell you the whole story and listen to yours. You want to park your slut out there?”

“
Sure. Why not.”

To Cheri’s disbelief, he dropped the gym bag and tied her leash to the stair railing. He patted her naked ass. “I’ll leave you two to get to know each other. I hope you’re into telepathy because otherwise I don’t know how you’re going to communicate. I’m not sure when I’ll be back so do what you have to.” Reaching between her legs, he pushed against her urethra.

Shamed, she tried to turn away.

“
Don’t worry, slut. I haven’t forgotten what else is there.” He made his point by ramming his thumb into her pussy. “Hmm. Not sopping but not dry either. I’ll be examining that later.”

Much as she wanted to try to expel him, she didn’t dare risk angering him. Besides, unbelievably, his thumb felt good. Thank God he didn’t know what a big role sex played in her life. Or did he?

“
Just a taste,” he said as he pulled out. “Something to remember and anticipate me by.”

Watching him climb the stairs and go inside relieved and calmed her a bit. When he was out of sight, she faced the redhead. The woman no longer held herself upright. If not for the leather cuffs and chain securing her to a ring imbedded in the pillar, she might have collapsed. All night Cheri had prayed for freedom. Now she longed to reassure her fellow captive, only anything she said would be a lie.

And if she asked questions, did she have the courage for the answers?

Her captor treated her as if she was a dog. Granted she had more freedom of movement than the redhead did, but it really didn’t matter. Along with sexually stimulating her, he’d reminded her of her full bladder. She had two choices, wait for him to return and lead her to a bathroom or take care of the unrelenting need by herself. Wondering if the men were watching, she moved as far to one side as she could, widened her stance what little she could, and squatted. As urine splatted against gravel, the other woman looked blindly in her direction.