Free Semi-Hard by Candace Smith Page A

he used the money he had saved to make a down payment on the semi.
    Ultimately, his adult life began with preying on his teachers, and following the studies and experiences of the inmates he had counseled.   Dillon had learned to become the illusive predator of the highway for the past five years, taking most of the crime scenes with him.   Even the irritating habit of slipping into the uneducated southern drawl of his father, had worked in his favor to mask his intelligence.   Viktor was certainly fooled, and the Russian had no idea that the trucker was well aware of how he was being used for doing the brunt of the work, and taking most of the risk.
    The training and abductions were what aroused Dillon, and with the Russian’s support alleviating him of the lengthy, quarrelsome trips to Mexico to sell his slaves at a deep discount; it seemed like a good arrangement.   As in high school, Dillon wanted to hover in the background, earning money from the women he trained to submit to him.
     
    “Tiana, I do not waste time explaining the obvious.   You can see how you are expected to be positioned to greet me.”   He watched her rise with uncertainty and try to copy Audrey’s form.   “Acknowledge me, slave.”
    “Yes, Master Dillon,” she quivered.
    Even staring at the floor, Dillon caught the narrowing of Audrey’s eyes.   Jealousy was an easy training device, and he intended to employ it to hasten the girl’s training.   The things he would make Tiana do would cause Audrey to seethe in anger, and at this point she would not remember the situation had been reversed when she had been captured.   Erika despised the attention he had shown Audrey, and the natural jealousies kept the girls from forming attachments or planning escapes and diverting their attention from their training.   Though her body was still depressingly dispassionate, Audrey’s jealousy had almost broken her to the point of craving attention from her Master.
    Dillon unlocked Tiana’s cage first, causing both girls to gasp for different reasons.   Audrey glanced sideways at the pretty new slave, mentally assuring herself of her own superior looks.   Tiana was paralyzed with fear when he unclipped the chain, and Dillon said, “Follow me, Tiana.”
    Her eyes filled with tears as she awkwardly rose to her feet.   “Acknowledge,” he warned.
    “Yes, Master Dillon,” she stuttered.   As she followed behind him, Tiana glanced at Audrey for rescue.   The look of hatred the girl cast, scared Tiana almost as much as the cowboy did.   He led her to a space in the trailer where two chains hung from the ceiling and two eyebolts were secured to the floor with shorter links welded onto them.   Tiana held back a moan of despair when she could not keep her thoughts from filling with the scenes that had kept her awake most of the night.   How could she be terrified and so aroused with anticipation?
    Dillon unclasped her wrists, and he pulled one over her head to attach to a chain.   The other wrist was secured, and Tiana was so short that she was already standing on her toes.   When he attached her ankle cuffs, her feet left the floor.   Tiana tried to wrap her hands around the links to lessen the strain on her shoulders, but the ankle restraints were not long enough to allow it.   Her shoulders ached at holding her weight, and Dillon heard her whimper as he gazed at the tears slipping down her cheeks.
    Dillon had read through passages in stacks of books, excitedly planning new methods of training Tiana, and he had developed a plan that would not really break her.   Instead, he would lead her slowly to discover that her body craved submission, as much as Dillon wanted to dominate her.   It was something that he had never considered before, and the challenge had rekindled a passion that he had not realized was lacking after employing the same methods with so many captives.
    He knew, of course, that he was a sadist… just as his father had