Description
by Candace Smith
She was young, innocent and inexperienced. He was a professional slave trainer, adept at kidnapping girls and turning them into submissive playthings to be sold at auction to the highest bidder. In his cabin hidden away in the mountains, he spent months at his craft with each girl, using whips, bondage, and a rigorous regime of pain, punishment and, sometimes, reward.
Ashley was different. In her, he saw something he had always wanted. Starved of emotional contact, much as he had been in his childhood, Ashley’s terrified responses held a deep sexual arousal to even his most uncompromising demands. She was special.
Published: 7 / 2010 No. words: 32700
Style: BDSM/Bondage – Content: Moderate – Sex Slavery / Training, Strong BDSM Content, Male Dom – M/F 
Garrett moved behind her, his shaft pulsing in time with her mewling whimpers. He knelt down and caressed the soft flesh of her ass with his hands, and gripped her hips when she tried to crawl forward. He leaned towards her ear and said quietly, “Be still.”
She moaned when he released one hip and splayed a hand across her shoulder blades pressing her chest lower onto the soft grass. He wedged his knees between her bent legs, forcing her to spread as he unhooked the button on his jeans and lowered his zipper. She was crying loudly now, and she jerked when his fingers reached between her thighs to stroke her folds. Garrett’s eyes widened for a moment when he discovered she was not dry with fear as he had expected but was moist and leaking juices against his hand. The girl did not know it, but Garrett recognized she could be taught to crave the tortures he had designed for her.
Ashley was confused and humiliated when she felt her body responding to the man… preparing itself for his assault. If only she could scream her denials at him and tell him she was not feeling the sexual contractions of her walls as a result of his actions. Her body’s unwanted aroused responses teased her with the lie. Ashley realized her first thought when she looked into the stranger’s face was how dangerously handsome he was. She was sure he was somehow manipulating her with a sophisticated game of desire she did not understand. There was no way she would be responding to this act otherwise. Ashley reluctantly admitted her assurances to herself were shallow and unfounded, while her mind fought a passion her body was already demanding to have fulfilled.
Garrett realized the young woman was indeed physically aroused, even if her mind refuted the obvious signs. Still, his lesson would have to be quick until he could spend the time he desired on this revelation at the end of their journey. There was one debasing act he could inflict… something that would torment her thoughts through the rest of their travels, perhaps even overshadowing her desire to be rescued or escape. It would force her fear and humiliation to surmount any other consideration.
