Carnal Captive by Vonna Harper Page A

time I’ll use a penis gag.”
    She didn’t need to see one to know what he was talking about . The penis-like object would relentlessly fill her mouth .
    “What do you want me to say?” She hated how defeated she sounded.
    “To, in part, describe your responses. For example, when I do this—“ Closing thumb and forefinger around her clit, he applied light pressure . A wave of something hot and good spread through her . “How does it feel?”
    “Feel?”
    Reno slapped the dildo base. “Don’t go stupid on us, slave. Describe.”
    I’m turned on. “I, ah, I hurt everywhere , ” she in part lied .
    “Oh, I doubt that.”
    The object filling her pussy twirled about . She tried to picture Reno manipulat ing it but couldn’t pull her mind from the fantastic yet frightening sensation.
    “You’re going to be sexually stimulated on two fronts, so to speak,” Damek explained. “In order to avoid punishment, I strongly suggest you get with the descri ption .”
    Unable to wrap her mind around what he meant by two fronts, she swallowed and forced out the degrading words. “It’s so big. It fills me. I want it gone.”
    “I don’t believe you.”
    “I do,” she barely whispered. “It doesn’t belong there. I had no say—“
    “Immaterial,” Damek interrupted. Something solid settled over her clit , cupp ing it and h o ld ing it prisoner. “ Keep going .”
    Unable to stop herself, s he wiggled her ass a bit . H er clit remained trapped while t he dildo continued its relentless rotations . “I don’t know what it is,” she man aged as fire licked . “Something’s covering my—my—“
    “Your bud of pleasure.” Damek laughed. “For the record—“ The pressure against her clit increased. “It’s the base of what’s about to go into your ass. Interesting how nicely it fits over you. Go on.”
    “You have no right doing—“
    “ Wrong. We have every right.” Reno rammed the dildo deeper. “Have you forgotten, you’ve been bought and paid for. We’re doing what we were hired to. Would you like to see the contract?”
    Swallowing what little pride she had left, she said, “ You want me to say this turn s me on, b ut you’re wrong. ”
    “Are we?”
    “Yes! If I could, I’d kill you. Both of you.” Had she said that? And if so, what were the consequences?
    “We don’t doubt that, but you’re not going to get the chance so why don’t you sit there and enjoy the ride.”
    “Speaking of the ride, I’m getting damn tired of this.”
    “You’re an impatient man,” Damek chided .
    “ So . It’s time to get this show on the road.”
    “ What do you think we’ve been doing ? However, you have a point. Trying to get her to admit we’re turning her into a sex slut may be a fool’s mission, at least on this, her first training day. Time to overwhelm her.”
    She was already overwhelmed, surely they kn e w that .
    Damek struck her ass opening with what she assumed was the butt plug. “What are you—“ she started to say. He struck her again. Then, ramming her against the sawhorse as he did, he shoved the plug into her. P ain nearly overwhelmed her only to fade as her sphincter muscles relaxed—or surrendered. He accomplish ed his task, given her no opportunity to prepare or fight. Unlike the slow and measured way Reno had filled her vagina, Damek had attacked. Robbed her of even more of a sense of self.
    “Crap,” Reno grumbled, “you could have hurt her.”
    “I didn’t.” Damek demonstrated by moving the plug about, repeatedly forcing her onto her toes. Heat spasms stabbed her everywhere. “ B ecause I know what I’m doing. ”
    Don’t do this ! I can’t handle it.
    “Ready?” Reno asked.
    “I want to take more pictures. T hink you can handle both tools ?”
    “ Hell yes! ” Reno snapped. “I’ve been at this as long as you have.”
    Would the men argue? Maybe they couldn’t work together. If so , could she somehow escape?
    Yes , she desperately reassured