Semi-Hard (7 page)

Viktor was pleased with his beginning evaluation of his new property.
 
“Suck me,” he ordered.

Erika quickly shuffled around, and she forced her fingers to keep from trembling or stalling when she unzipped the man’s pants.
 
The thick rod was grotesque with its bulbous purple crown, and Erika quickly wrapped her lips around him to both avoid studying it further and risking certain punishment.
 
The new girl was wailing now, and while Erika attended the cock in her mouth, she wished that Dillon would gag her.

Tiana sobbed, clenching her bound fists at the terrifying display, and Dillon kept glancing at her.
 
He noted that even Audrey had turned towards the wall to avoid watching the frightening revelation that her own time was short and that she would be the next to spend time between the heavy thighs of the foreigner.
 
Erika’s presentation had shaken Audrey to the point that even the vibrator could not cause an aroused reaction from her.
 
Of course, she did have another month of training before she would be ready for sale.

“I have already transferred a deposit into your account,” Viktor announced.
 
The girl was gently squeezing and stroking his bloated sack, with talented hands that proved months of attentive practice.
 
“I will forward the balance of your percentage when she is delivered to her new owner.”

Dillon mentally added the new funds.
 
He had acquired a healthy balance in the offshore account, as his living expenses only comprised of taking care of his truck and the meager funds necessary to maintain his desert home.
 
That was his next destination… where the semi would be parked for three weeks in the huge metal garage.
 
The captive girls would remain inside the trailer while he enjoyed sleeping in a real bed instead of the sleeper in the cab.

The cowboy liked the unique stage of using the isolation of the trailer for his training, and he had dismissed building onto the permanent facilities behind his home when Viktor had suggested it.
 
Viktor thought he could train more women that way, but he finally realized that it was Dillon’s individual methods with the girls that produced the exceptional results.

The Russian grabbed Erika’s head and raised his big ass off the chair, forcing his meaty cock down her throat as it spewed.
 
Tiana was still crying, but Erika never said a word as she rose to her feet before the man, nervously licking her lips.
 
She trembled, and her eyes filled when Dillon’s restraints were removed, and she kept watching the cowboy as he hung them onto the wall of her empty cell.

The Russian produced thick metal bands, and the collar dug into her neck.
 
He clipped a chain to the front loop and led the silent young woman through the panel and down the ramp.
 
While Dillon refilled the two remaining slaves’ bowls, Tiana continued to quiver against the wall and she listened to a plane taking off in the distance.

When they were sealed into darkness and the semi began to travel, Tiana once more tried to get the other girl to speak.
 
She finally gave up, curled onto the mattress and cried.
 
Eventually, Erika’s warning came back to her, and Tiana reluctantly made her way towards her bowl.

CHAPTER II

Even though his property was isolated, Dillon had the garage soundproofed as double insurance in conjunction with the insulated semi trailer.
 
The girls were only occasionally removed from the depressing training area in the back of the truck, such as for washing.
 
The week they spent on the road for the capture and sale, the girls were merely wiped down with a cloth.
 
Viktor understood that his merchandise would need to be cleaned when he received it.

Audrey was more than ready for her shower, and she had learned to adapt to the humiliating procedure weeks ago.
 
When the truck was stopped and the back doors opened, she sighed with relief.
 
The damning tool would be removed from her pussy, and Dillon would lead her out of the truck for a few moments away from the torturous devices.
 
Just as she had watched Erika subjected to the second half of the cowboy’s deviant plans, so the new girl would witness Audrey go through the training.
 
Already, Audrey knew that Dillon would not vary his demands for her benefit, and her mind worked on the best way to deal with it.

Tiana stood next to the bars of the cage while Audrey was led the length of the trailer and down the back ramp.
 
She heard water spraying from somewhere, and a long while later Dillon led Audrey back onto the truck.
 
Her hair was tied back into a wet ponytail that hung to just past her shoulders.
 
Dillon hooked her collar to a short chain bolted into the floor beside the chair that Viktor had used earlier.

The cowboy walked back off the truck, and he returned a few minutes later with a paper tray of a microwave dinner.
 
He set it on the floor in front of Audrey, and he stroked the top of her head.
 
“Good job, sweetheart.”

“Thank you, Master Dillon.”
 
Audrey waited until he turned to the new girl before she bent down to eat the warm meal.
 
It was a welcome change from the liquid diet she had been on since they had left the garage, and one she had to earn by complying with the washing station.

Tiana backed away to her mattress when the cowboy approached and unlocked her cage.
 
He walked up to her slowly and raised a hand to unhook the chain from her collar.
 
“Easy, Tiana.
 
We’re just going to get you cleaned up and take that tape off your wrists.”
 
His voice seemed to mesmerize her with its steady, deep beat, but when he grabbed her arm, she broke.

“Please… please let me go,” she cried.

His finger pressed into her lips.
 
“Hush, sweetheart.
 
You know there is no speaking.”
 
Dillon was rewarded with a sob.
 
Still, the girl did not scream and fall into the thrashing wildness he was anticipating.
 
Some of the young women had to be dragged the length of the truck, but Tiana allowed him to lead her off the trailer while she shuddered and quietly cried.

The steel building was huge, and Tiana turned to look at the black metal beast that had become her prison.
 
Dillon pulled her attention forward to an open shower area with a drain in the cement floor.
 
He locked her collar to a chain in the wall, and although he usually kept the new slaves’ wrists bound and washed them himself for a week because they were so traumatized, he varied his routine with Tiana.
 
She felt his knife cut through the tape and he peeled the rest of the sticky silver binding away, and her arms dropped to her sides.

“Spread the stuff in the white jar under your arms, on your legs and on your pussy,” he said.
 
Dillon turned to sit down in a chair a few feet away and watch her.
 
It would be interesting to see how well she followed his order.

Tiana realized that it must be some kind of depilatory, and she reached out a trembling hand.
 
Her arms and legs were quickly slathered, and the cream burned to an uncomfortable degree.
 
She shook slightly in pain and fear, and silently stared at the floor.

“It will be done, regardless.
 
Now, unless you want punishment to go with it…”
 
Dillon smiled when her hand reached for the cream again.
 
She continued to cry quietly, but she spread it on her pussy and shifted with the burn on her sensitive lips.

After five minutes, Dillon told her to rinse it off and wash herself.
 
“Turn around, Tiana.
 
I want to watch you.”
 
His cock was throbbing as he watched the small girl soap up her long hair.
 
Her arms stretching to suds up the dark tresses forced a delightful little arch that thrust her breasts out invitingly.
 
The uneasy affect this particular girl had on him was still bothering him.
 
When she finished, he had her brush her hair and braid it.
 
The waist-length ponytail was pretty, but impractical for training.

He unchained her, and instead of leading her back to the truck he led her towards the table he used for piercing.
 
Cock be damned… he did not understand it… but, he needed to fuck her.
 
Tiana was slightly shocked from the humiliating procedure in the shower, and she nervously sat on the edge of the table.
 
He pushed her down and she shuddered, but she did not make a sound until she heard his zipper.

She closed her eyes tightly, trying to fantasize as she had when she had been with Adam.
 
This time, when her mind managed to travel to the darker sex of being bound and helpless, her partner had long jet black hair that matched his eyes and mustache, and the tall strong body of the cowboy.
 
Tiana felt him push into her wetness, and all of her fantasies crashed through her mind.
 
The perpetrator she had been using for arousal was Dillon, and she felt a wash of cream coat her insides as her pussy began to squeeze towards release.

Dillon’s eyes narrowed when he thrust into the unexpected moistness, and he felt the girl responding to his plunging.
 
Her eyes were closed, but as her pussy began to squeeze and clench him, her lip was trembling in a visage of passion.
 
What the hell?
 
Her erotic expression was soon accompanied by a light sheen of sweat as the girl’s arousal peaked.
 
Dillon exploded, and he felt the obvious shuddering of her climax while her chest and cheeks flushed and she gasped.
 
He zipped up while she continued to lie there, and his mind whirled with confusion until a revelation slowly began to surface.

He pulled her up and she stared miserably at his boots, completely humiliated by her body’s betrayal, and she was certain that the man knew.
 
Tiana’s mind was a mass of mixed up feelings that she did not understand.
 
She thought she would die if the man laughed or smirked at her reaction to his assault… but that was not what happened.

Dillon walked closer and spread her legs until he was pressed against her, and his strong arms wrapped around her as he pulled her close to his chest.
 
Rubbing her back to calm her again, he drawled, “Seems we have an unusual situation goin’ on here.”
 
He felt her body shaking with slight fluttering quivers.
 
“What was it you were thinkin’ about, sweetheart?”

He felt her cringe, and he looked down at her clenched hands.
 
“Tell me, Tiana.”
 
She remained silent.
 
“I gotta’ tell you, I’ve grabbed plenty of girls, but I never had one roll over like that.
 
Not that I mind; I just wanna’ know what’s goin’ on in your head, but I’m thinking’ maybe you ain’t quite sure either.”
 
Dillon realized he had slipped into the drawl, indicating his aroused excitement at his potential discovery.

There was no way that Tiana would admit that the whole situation had aroused her in a way she had never experienced before.
 
“You scare me, and I was afraid that you would punish me.”

“No, sweetheart, you’re lyin’.
 
I can tell when a girl is into it… I train them to be.
 
You tell me what you were thinking about,” Dillon demanded, a little more sternly.
 
He continued brushing her back, but Tiana would not say anything more.
 
Dillon realized that even if she could explain it, she would not tell him.
 
He just wanted to make sure she understood that she had been aroused by the act.

After a few more moments of calming her… it would work to keep her from getting depressed when she reflected on the full impact of the scene when she was alone… Dillon stood back and said, “Okay, let’s get you rinsed off again and get you something to eat.”
 
Dillon needed to think about the implications anyway.
 
He had studied different methods of altering thoughts for unwilling participants, but he decided he needed to review some material on how to work with a woman with submissive tendencies she was unaware of and that she was fighting.

Tiana had retreated into a numbed, compliant silence, allowing his words to guide her.
 
When she finished rinsing, he put leather cuffs on her wrists and latched them behind her.
 
She wanted to cry and hide, to cower into a corner, when she experienced another clenching response to the new restraints.
 
Dillon led her back from the shower and onto the truck.
 
He secured her to the chain he released Audrey from and, after chaining Audrey in her cage, he left to get Tiana her meal.

While Tiana ate, Dillon wiped Audrey’s face.
 
She waited for the demand to service him, and when the familiar order did not come, Audrey stared at the new slave.
 
There was some kind of weird connection between her captor and the girl, and Audrey wondered what had happened outside the truck.
 
They had been gone far too long for just the washing; even with necessary time needed the first week for the depilatory to work.

When Tiana had finished and Dillon wiped her face, he led the silent woman back to her cell.
 
After he chained her, he leaned down and whispered, “You will tell me, Tiana.”
 
His hand brushed across her softened flat nipples.
 
They immediately tightened, and he quickly swiped her wet slit and chuckled.
 
“I already know your secret,” he whispered, and Dillon was rewarded with a wracking shudder.

The back of the rig was left open, but when the lights in the garage were turned off, Tiana found herself in darkness again.
 
Across Erika’s empty cage, Audrey finally spoke to her.
 
“What the fuck are you up to?
 
I’ve been putting up with his shit for a month, and he’s never looked at me like he does at you after two days… and you haven’t even been trained.”

Tiana heard the anger behind the girl’s voice, and the accusation confused her even more.
 
“I… I don’t know what you mean.
 
I’m scared to death, and just want to get out of here.”

“Right,” the girl seethed.
 
“He’s already got you mind fucked… you don’t stand a chance.”

Tiana curled onto her mattress without replying to her.
 
It was obvious the girl felt animosity towards her for a wrong Tiana did not understand.
 
She lay awake trying to grasp what was happening, but every time her thoughts wandered to Dillon, she felt herself becoming uncomfortably aroused again.
 
She thought of his arms, holding her and squelching her terror.
 
More insistent were visions of him restraining her while he orchestrated heated, passionate responses.
 
On some level, even through the panic of her circumstances, Tiana knew that she was more sexually aroused than she had ever been.

The next time the lights came back on, Tiana watched Audrey rush to the door of the cage and kneel with her toes curled under and her eyes lowered.
 
She watched as Dillon walked towards them, dressed in a black tee-shirt, jeans and his boots.
 
He had left his cowboy hat off, and Tiana studied him without the brim shadowing his face.

Dillon was a few inches over six feet, with a muscular body that had been hidden by the jacket and flannel shirt.
 
His eyes were a shining dark brown… not the black they appeared to be when they were shadowed.
 
He had a firm jaw with a light dusting of whiskers barely masking the angular edges.
 
All in all, he was a good looking package, Tiana thought… a demented and dangerous good looking package.

Dillon had always taken his appearance in his stride.
 
He had hidden behind an attitude of quiet self-assurance in high school, managing to screw three of his teachers by the time he had graduated.
 
He never dated any of his classmates because he was already aware that his sexual proclivities could land him in serious trouble if one of the gossipy girls wanted revenge.
 
The teachers never talked, as they either seemed to enjoy their handsome student’s exciting practices… or maybe they did not want the pictures of them bound and submitting to a minor landing in the paper.
 
He had collected ten percent of their salaries in exchange for his silence and continued attentions.
 
The girls of his own age had stopped vying for his attention well before his senior year.