Carnal Slave by Vonna Harper Page A

Maybe he’ll be in a playful mood, like this.”
    With Master’s help, the bottle slid into her. Her vaginal muscles tightened down, not in an attempt to expel but in welcome. Her inner walls were becoming numb from the cold while the rest of her body was already ablaze.
    “Keep it there. No matter what happens, don’t let it fall out.”
    Willing to do whatever it took to placate him, she tried to comply. All too soon, however, her body’s juices coated the plastic and the bottle slipped out. Looking down and back, she watched it roll away. Her breasts hung inches from the cement, her nipples like rocks.
    “Damn slave. One simple task and you can’t pull it off. I have no choice but to punish you.”
    His tone told her he was amused, not angry. He was going to enjoy hurting her while she—“Sometimes your master will want to see your forehead on the floor in an act of ultimate submission. Do it, now.”
    Her head smacked the cement before she knew what she’d done. Blood rushed to her temple and her nipples scraped the hard, rough surface. Master had restrained her this way so she’d think about the contrast between soft flesh and harsh metal. Maybe she should tell him she understood with every fiber of her being, that being helpless was like a heavy blanket covering her from head to foot.
    His shoes didn’t make much noise as he moved about. Twice she heard other masculine voices and once a woman gasped. A few days ago she’d lived in a decently decorated apartment. Now she couldn’t remember anything about it. How much longer before she forgot everything about her prior life?
    Prior. Gone forever.
    A bone-deep chill touched her spine and worked through her. She was shaking helplessly when he pressed something against her rear opening. Alarmed, she tried to lift her head.
    “No.” A fiery line seared her left flank. “Keep that damn head down.”
    Even though she was afraid it wouldn’t make any difference and he’d whip her again, she did as he’d ordered. The surprisingly pleasant sensation around her anus returned, and she realized he was covering it with a slick substance. He took such a long time that she relaxed a little. Then the pleasure ended, replaced by pressure. He was pushing an ass plug into her, swirling it about, the invasion relentless. Self-loathing reasserted itself. He’d made sure she couldn’t resist. Hell, she couldn’t even move.
    The people she’d worked with not long ago would never know what had happened to her. Those who cared enough to ponder would probably assume she’d moved in the wake of her firing. The rest would soon forget her existence. And Mitch? Would he ever try to get in touch with her?
    Maybe he knew where she was.
    The hard, large invader pushed past her body’s resistance only to withdraw only to return. Each time it seemed to go deeper into her ass, stretching her walls as it did.
    “You might get a bung hole loving owner,” Master said. “He’ll want this opening stretched—not all the way of course because there’s nothing like resistance, but he doesn’t want to risk his cock getting pinched.”
    She’d had a bowel movement shortly before Master had come for her. At the time she’d told herself he might not notice. How wrong she’d been.
    “Do you know what this looks like?” he asked.
    “No. Yes. Yes, Master.”
    “Which the hell is it? Never mind, I’ll tell you. It’s roughly egg-shaped so the fattest part can plug your innards. Your puckered flesh will close around the smallest section making it damn hard to expel. Go on. See if you can get rid of it.”
    He’d thrown her a challenge she knew she couldn’t win. Even more disconcerting, her anus felt as if it was about to split open. He had to be keeping the widest part at her entrance, distending her, readying her for some unknown man’s cock.
    Suddenly terrified, she lifted her head an inch and bellowed. He responded by shoving the plug in the rest of the way. Seconds later he