Surviving Demands, page 9
“Sharon? Because she lied, so we did not trust her information about the women in the cars and we suspected you were spies. Mantonville has this insane idea to band with three other Alliances and go to war with us.” Chase thought back to the women’s arousing screams at Zeke and Roger’s hands. “Though, most of us do enjoy a rather domineering edge to our relationships,” he admitted.
“Julie didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Your leader would have suffered the whip and she would have still lied, but she would not let her friend go through that for her. The world is cruel, and I know you are already aware of that. There are things you will not like about Gallory-Parsons. Women who refuse to comply with the Alliance or lie or conspire are sent south and traded for goods they still make down there.”
“What about that big guy, Zeke?” Caitlyn was rather surprised that the man was answering her questions. She had expected to be chained to some cage while a man tried to break her to follow his orders. Instead, it seemed as though he wanted her to understand what was happening.
“Zeke and his group train the women for the Alliance. The men are busy with the ranches and sentry duty, and even when they have time off they have to keep up their own properties. They do not have the time to institute the obedience in the women that is required to keep the Alliance running smoothly and the women safe. He also handles interrogations, because he knows how to get information without permanently injuring the subject, unless it is required. He has no qualms with that, either.” He held down a hand to help her out of the tub. “Come on, we need to get some breakfast into you.”
He handed her a towel and a brand new toothbrush… with toothpaste. Caitlyn began to look around at a world of luxuries she had not experienced in two years, either because Mantonville no longer supplied them… or because she was unwilling to pay for them. Even the hairbrush had all of its bristles, and she swiped it through her clean hair with the flowery scent. Part of her was ecstatic, and the other part knew that somewhere along the way payment would be due.
She walked back into the bedroom where Chase was pulling on his boots. Caitlyn studied him. He was tall, and maybe forty. His dark blue eyes were set in a strong, handsome face, but his authority was frightening. He stood up and walked to the dresser for something, and then called her back to the chair. Caitlyn saw the leather straps in his lap and began to back up.
“They’re for your protection, Caitlyn.”
“Bullshit. You want to tie me up again.” And why does the thought of that make my pussy squeeze and get all wet again?
“Not right now,” he chuckled. “The emblem is mine, and without the collar and cuffs you are free game for any of the men to claim… and I’m not finished with you.”
She eyed him suspiciously. “Why don’t you just tell them to leave me alone?”
“Because, as I mentioned, you have woken to my world, Caitlyn… and, I might want to tie you up later.” Chase stood, and she continued to back away. “Caitlyn, come here, or I will latch your wrists behind you.”
Caitlyn glanced around the room. She was only wearing a towel, and if what he said was true she did not want to run out to the hall. Her options were dwindling, but she did not want him to put the restraints on her. She searched the floor, walking around the bed and even bending down to look under it.
At first, Chase thought she might be looking for a weapon, but she passed by brass candleholders and other things that might be useful. “What the hell are you looking for?” he demanded.
Caitlyn looked at him with the fiery eyes he found so arousing when her anger built. “My clothes, dammit. What did you do with them?”
“Your rags? I threw them down the chute in the bathroom. I’m fairly certain they have met the fire pit out back by now.”
Caitlyn walked to the wardrobe and opened the door, and began rifling through clothes four sizes too big for her. She neglected to hear him storm up behind her until he grabbed her arm and dragged her back towards the bed. “These are all the cloths you will be needing,” he growled.
Caitlyn pulled to get away, the silent, determined, stubborn cast to her face returned, and the signs of the calm impasse while she bathed were gone. “Let go of me.”
Chase swung his arm, and she felt a forceful open handed smack on her bottom. “Owe… owe, you bastard,” she yelled. Even while she sensed a flash of unexpected arousal, she did try to reach for one of the candlesticks, and Chase pulled her away and smacked her again. With him holding one arm, she splayed the other hand across her ass to save it from another strike as he drew his arm back, and she continued to scan the room. “You’d better let me go,” she warned.
Chase propelled her backwards until her knees bent at the edge of the bed, and he landed on top of her, keeping the hand guarding her bottom pinned beneath her. He held the one arm with the clawing hand, and gripped her chin to stare into her eyes. Then he lowered further, and she felt his warm breath in her ear. “I know your little secret, Caitlyn,” he said in a low voice.
Caitlyn felt an unusual spasm in her channel, and she was sure she felt moisture. The reaction of her body scared the hell out of her and her eyes showed some of the confused nervousness, but she continued to battle.
With the hand not gripped around her wrist, the man swiped the hair gently off her forehead and continued to whisper with his lips so close she felt them touch her ear when he spoke. “You never earned any luxuries. You had your clothes and food… and you made them last… earned by stroking and sucking, perhaps, but never fucking. There was nothing you needed or wanted that would make you do that. No man has ever been inside you, Caitlyn, but I will be.” Chase felt the small fluttering in her pelvis as her sex spasmed in unwanted response to his seductive threat.
There was the fear, the trembling panic that began to pull her down again. “Let me go,” she moaned. “Please, I don’t know your rules here,” she cried in confusion. “Let me go.”
“There is only one rule, Caitlyn. Obey me. If not, I will play on your fear and always find what causes you the most distress until you follow my orders.”
“No,” she screamed.
She was scared but she had not retreated, and Chase felt a measure of victory. It was obvious the men in Mantonville told them very little, keeping them more fearful of ‘not knowing’ than even their punishments. It was the unknown that frightened her into the trance… so Chase decided to make very sure she had a clear understanding of everything he intended to do to conquer her. He held the one clenching fist over her head, and used his other hand to stroke down her jaw line while the frightened, angry eyes looked up at him. Cleaned, even in her undernourished condition, she was beautiful.
“Women don’t wear clothes here, Caitlyn, other than their bands of ownership and the Alliance brand. They are trained for their Master’s desires, and in return they are given what they need to survive. Other than the servant girls, who are sentenced for an offense not strong enough to ship them out, all of our women serve only one Master… until he decides to trade her to another. You are mine, and you will learn how to please me, and in return you get your warm baths, full meals, and a secure place to live where you’re not offering yourself to an endless list of suppliers.”
“No,” she sobbed, and the green eyes swam with glassy tears that were threatening to spill.
“There isn’t any ‘no’, Caitlyn. There are only my orders. Cody thinks it’s a mistake to keep you and he wants to ship you to the South American brothels where we would get a very good price for you, and Zeke wants to train you for me. Neither of those options is acceptable to me, Caitlyn. I will train you myself, and you will learn.”
The hand had traveled from her jaw-line to her neck, edging closer to her breasts as he leaned slowly back. Chase watched her eyes as they followed his hand. They widened, and the tears leaked down the side of her face. She was quietly sobbing now, the fear counter-veiling her attempts to battle him in defiant anger. To him, it seemed her frightful reaction to his stroking was over-stated, and he still found it hard to believe she had not been compromised back in Mantonville.
Caitlyn felt her skin rising to goose bumps, but the reaction was a combination of her fright and something else that was happening to her. It was the long ago feeling she had almost forgotten when Bobby Arnold slipped his tongue into her mouth after they won the championship. Bobby’s hand had fumbled its way to her breast, massaging its weight and making Caitlyn silently vow that she loved him, and the college, family and home they would share floated through her mind at the delicious sensations she was feeling. That was the feeling she had now, an unwarranted cramping in her pussy as it filled with cream in preparation. “Please stop,” she shuddered.
“How did you manage to escape them, Caitlyn? How did you keep them from caressing your curves and claiming you?” he murmured. Chase truly was amazed by this, and he realized how determined she must have been to eek out a bare existence and avoid the men.
“There were rules,” she stuttered in miserable confusion. “There were rules, so you knew what you didn’t need.”
“I see.” Chase continued to talk in a low tone. “And what things could you earn by letting a man touch you?”
Caitlyn was trying to ignore the nipple he was stroking with his thumb, the nipple that had peaked to a tighter button than when she was frozen after miles of walking in the frigid air. “Rent… the landlord could touch you when he collected rent.”
“What else?”
“Coats, or small things like a cooking burner,” she informed him, and she gasped when two fingers pinched her taut bud, and she renewed her struggles. “Please,” she wailed. “Just let me see your list.” The landlords she had on her list had all roughly groped at her flesh, but had been mainly absorbed in her talented mouth while she serviced them.
“There are no lists here, Caitlyn. I told you. There is only one rule: obey me. I enjoy knowing I can elicit this passionate response from you, as much as my threats of other sadistic pleasures.”
“I’m not…” turned on? Is that what I’m feeling? The arousing clenching in her pussy was maddening, and she felt a longing emptiness she did not understand. “I don’t want you touching me,” she wailed.
Chase abandoned her breast, and Caitlyn felt the hand squirming between their bodies until her eyes widened when he swiped her slit and she gasped. The fingers were held up in front of her, and she saw the slickness coating them. “I don’t think you mind me touching you, Caitlyn,” he said softly. The panicked confusion filled her face again as he licked her wetness off of his fingers. “Now, we are putting these leathers on you, and you will follow me to breakfast. If there is no more of this balking nonsense, I may even let you sit at the table and have use of your hands this time.”
Caitlyn’s mind was a mass of bewildered thoughts, and Chase saw her frown. “The trained women eat at their Master’s feet, to remind them of their place.” He saw her shock, smiled, and whispered, “There’s bacon, eggs… even hash browns and toast. The truck is due in today, but there might be some orange juice left.” Bribery. She would understand that, and he chuckled when her stomach growled.
Chase rose and sat back in the chair, waiting for her decision. If she did not come to him, he would put her back into the cage until lunchtime, and try again. There was already a lot for her to try to absorb with the changes and differences between the two Alliances.
Caitlyn looked up with her eyes still filled. She hated being this weak right now, but saw no advantage in fighting and only getting punished. “Can I please wear one of your shirts?”
“No.” Chase held out the black leather collar. “Nice, hot, crispy bacon, Caitlyn,” he lured.
Her stomach made her decision, and she nervously approached him. He lifted her hair, which was almost dry and floated like a white curtain down to her hips. His cock was straining while he secured his collar around her slender throat, declaring to all of the men in the Alliance that the beautiful creature was his.
When the latch clicked into place, Caitlyn winced and raised a hand to feel for the lock. She would rip the damn thing off… as soon as she finished eating. Chase was locking on ankle cuffs while she ran her fingers around the thick, smooth leather with little rings attached on four sides.
He circled the free wrist, and she seemed slightly annoyed when he reached for the hand on the collar, but she merely raised the other to continue her search while he secured the last cuff. “They require a key to remove,” and he chuckled at her gasp as his trickery sank in. “Knowing how averse you are to my ownership, I figured you would be planning to toss them in my face as soon as your stomach was full.” He was pleased by her narrowing eyes of anger.
“Come, I’m sure Cody is anxious by now to see which one of us survived our first night together.” Chase rose and picked up a leash, and Caitlyn backed away. “I can lead you, or you can follow on your own.”
Caitlyn weighed her options. It was stupid to fight over following him to go eat, as that was what she wanted to do right now. Why suffer the indignity of being led through the house like a dog? She had already accepted that she would be naked in the efficient manner that had allowed her to adjust to the humiliations of living in Mantonville. She walked up and stood nervously in front of him, and let out a relieved breath when he put the leash on the table.
“You will walk a few steps behind me, and stand still when I stop. You will not sit until I tell you to.” Chase already yearned to hear her say ‘Yes, Master,’ but that would be pushing things. It would come in time, he hoped with the eagerness he felt at the thought of mastering her. “There are punishments for disobeying me, but I prefer it not to be necessary to describe them to you at this time. As you already are choosing to eat, I see no sense in predicting a battle with you.”
“I’m hungry,” she admitted. “I won’t cause you any problems.”
She followed nervously behind him as he led her down the wide staircase and back to the living room where Cody was seated with a naked woman kneeling beside him, and Roger sat alone across from him. Cody took in the stubborn girl’s appearance. Without the dirt and scowling expression, she was lovelier than he had originally thought. She stood silently in Chase’s ownership leathers, accoutrements Cody had never seen him place on a slave, preferring to use the training bands.
Roger eyed the leathers as well, and realized Chase had made a decision that would not allow the girl to be tossed back to the ranks. If Chase failed at training her, he would send her south before letting one of the other men possibly overshadow his ability by breaking her. The fact that the girl was clean and standing silently naked save for the cuffs, already spoke volumes of Chase’s ability to maneuver through the angry girl’s defenses.
Chase stared at the empty spot beside Roger. “Where is…?”
“She’s caged, for now. She’s still too shocked by last night’s…” Roger glanced at Caitlyn, and he knew that Chase would rather explain their other customs and markings himself. “…activities,” he finished.
Chase shrugged. “Well, it seems Caitlyn is looking forward to having breakfast with us, though probably only to build up her resources for escape,” he chuckled.
Caitlyn narrowed her eyes at the back of his head, and Cody and Roger realized she was not in some kind of shock or retreat and that the fiery passion simmered right below the surface. Chase was in for a good time training this one, and both men felt a twinge of jealousy.
Caitlyn watched the kneeling woman roll to her feet with her hands clasped behind her back. She had only glanced at Caitlyn once, and then lowered her eyes to the floor. The group walked into the dining room, and Chase pointed to the chair beside his while Cody’s woman’s head disappeared as she sank to the floor. In the back of her mind, Caitlyn pictured herself mirroring her actions by Chase’s side.
Naked servants delivered food, and Caitlyn’s stomach cramped at the bounty. The men reached for serving spoons, and before she could grab a piece of toast, Chase gripped her hand and placed it back by her plate. She looked up with a silent stare, and almost cried at the thought it had all been a ruse and that she would have to suffer watching them eat while her belly clenched. Chase nodded towards Cody, and Caitlyn watched the older man as he looked down at his slave.
“One or two scoops of eggs, Verna? Bacon?” Caitlyn watched as Cody prepared a bowl for the woman before filling his own plate. He carefully placed the food around the sides, and tore the toast into bite sized, manageable pieces, before placing it on the floor. He poured some coffee and cream with a teaspoonful of sugar, into a mug with a straw. This disappeared below the table as well.
Chase said in a low voice, “We give you everything you need, Caitlyn, but it is at our direction. It does not benefit anyone to have a slave who is malnourished or unnecessarily treated poorly. How many scoops of eggs would you like to begin with? There will be a full lunch later, so don’t try to overstuff yourself thinking this is your last meal.”
“Two, please,” she murmured, and her mouth salivated as he gave her three pieces of bacon, a scoop of wonderfully browned potatoes which he salted, and a buttered piece of whole wheat toast. There was a small amount of orange juice to share, and when she turned down the coffee, he ordered the serving girl to bring back a glass of milk.
Caitlyn barely followed the conversation as she filled her stomach, and she felt stuffed by the time the one plate was finished. The meager amount of food they had had while they were traveling had caused her stomach to shrink.
“Better?” Chase asked.
“Yes, thank you,” Caitlyn murmured, and she turned red at having to admit the acknowledgement.
“Chase, I’ll handle things this morning to give you a chance to show Caitlyn around the house,” Cody offered. He was still amazed at the compliance his partner had achieved from the girl.
“Thank you, Cody. Caitlyn was just learning some interesting facts before we came down to breakfast, and I’m sure she would like to explore them further.”
