An attendant took Anne's leash, led her downstairs to a cell and locked her in. She lay on the cement floor and disposed herself for sleep but it did not come at once.
Unbidden thoughts of Francesca rose to her mind. If only she had the use of her hands to satisfy herself, but they were behind her.
Her owners saw the need for this. It was a constant reminder of her helplessness; it neutralized all her defenses; and it thrust her breasts and belly forward.
She smiled at the thought. She was pleased to present herself this way to everyone for viewing and use.
In a corner of her cell was a rawhide dog toy in the form of a sausage. She wriggled over to it and took it in her mouth. It was not as responsive as a man, but she closed her eyes and pretended.
Soon she was lost in the activity of pleasuring it. So much so that she did not hear Thomas and Francesca enter until he coughed above her.
Mortified at being found like this, she knelt before him with the sausage toy still in her mouth. He pulled it out and cast it away to a corner of the cell. Was she going to be punished? She prostrated herself on the ground before them.
Thomas sank to one knee and examined his new property. The curve of her neck with its steel collar; her shoulders, and her arms still bound by the linked bracelets. Her narrow waist and below it her buttocks engraved with the marks of the branding iron placed there by Cesar.
Her owner traced the furrows and read the words aloud. Francesca asked him what they meant; he stood and whispered them to her and she laughed.
He bent and returned to his work, examining Anne's thighs. She opened her legs for him and he squeezed their flesh; solid, that was good, and smooth except for marks of the lash.
At his command she rolled over on her back and the inspection continued. She opened her mouth for him; he pulled her lips back and checked the teeth.
Then her breasts. Anne took a deep breath; she would need to exercise all her self-control for this.
He squeezed each and approved their firmness, lifting first one and then the other. He brushed the nipples and watched them swell and rise. Anne closed her mouth but her eyes began to fill with tears.
He pressed her belly; flat and tight, with traces of the whip crossing its surface.
His hand descended to the opening of her womb and she braced herself. Francesca said something to him, but Anne could not make it out.
His fingers gently pried the tender lips apart. Tears rolled in a stream down her face and her breathing came in gasps as he explored her.
She could not recall what happened next; when she came to, her owners were standing over her.
With uncharacteristic hesitation, Francesca admitted to her husband that she still had "feelings" for Anne. She was ashamed of them, she hated them, she was a happily married woman now; but they came back to her and would not be denied.
Anne was amazed at what she heard. At once all the smoldering embers of her desire began to glow. She must show her owner that she felt the same.
She rose with difficulty to her knees and bent forward. Francesca drew back at once.
Thomas spoke. "Let her. You know she loves you."
Anne inched forward and this time Francesca did not retreat. She lowered her head and kissed the shoes of her owner twenty, thirty times.
They agreed to bring her back with them for service at the brothel. She had a few good years left in her.
Besides, it would be rude to reject Georges' gift. He knew they had been bedmates; his gift was an invitation for them to resume the relationship.
And Thomas had no objection; in fact he looked forward to using Anne himself from time to time. Francesca said it; this was a new situation. Anne was a useful possession and they were the owners.
He turned to go and unlocked the steel door. Francesca said "Yes; you're right" and patted Anne on her head before following him out into the corridor.
Her face still lowered to the ground, Anne smiled. There was hope.
She crawled over to the sausage and took it in her mouth. She sucked on it until she fell asleep, filled with pleasant dreams of herself beneath each of her owners.
The next morning an athletic young man approached the cell, leading Rae on a leash. Anne grew a little wet looking at him in his T-shirt and tight jeans. He introduced himself as Leon; he would be their trainer this week.
Rae's eyes showed she was afraid of what the coming days held for her, for them, what their "training" would consist of. Anne smiled at her and she brightened a little.
Leon fed and watered his girls before leading them out of the building and down the side street that led to the barrio.
He held a pointed metal goad in one hand. When Anne saw where he was taking them, she paused in surprise. He prodded her and she jumped. By the time they reached the vacant lot where William took her before, her skin bore several spots where she was recalled to obedience.
A crowd had already begun to form before Leon released their bracelets and told them to lie on their backs. They lay apart, just close enough to hold hands. Anne grasped Rae's and gave it a gentle squeeze of reassurance, and Rae responded with one of her own. Whatever was in store for them, they were in this together. Anne felt a little warmer thinking of this.
That was good because a wind came up blowing dust around and chilling her as she lay naked in the dirt. She closed her eyes. Well, Leon was already offering her to the crowd and she heard the clink of a coin; soon a man would cover her.
One did; then another, and a third. The two girls lay with their arms outstretched like a pair of martyrs crucified on the ground, a nail of flesh driven into them every few minutes. Anne gave Rae's hand a squeeze each time; Rae did the same; soon it became a game between the two of them. They listened for the clink of a coin dropped into Leon's bag and waited to see which of them would be chosen.
Shortly before noon the sun rose behind a tall building; it would shine on the lot till dusk. The air grew hot and still; Anne began to sweat.
Leon stopped the line of waiting men and called a break. They could return in half an hour, he had to prepare his girls for them.
He told Anne to open her mouth and gave her a bottle to suck on. Anne drank the cool liquid slowly, savoring it. Swallowing was a little hard lying on her back but she managed. He did the same for Rae.
He took the bottle back and told Anne to stand. They would be in the sun for the rest of the day; he gave her a tube of lotion and told her to spread it on Rae.
She hastened to comply, enjoying each moment of smearing it on and rubbing it around. She was pleased to see Rae waxed between the legs like her, quite bare and so beautiful down there. She applied lotion right up to the edge. Rae's hips gave a little spasm in response.
Then it was her turn. She lay on her back and Rae took up the tube with a sly smile. They had half an hour and she would make the most of it.
She proceeded at a slow pace that built her victim's anticipation. The forehead and the eyebrows; a swirl on each cheekbone, worked in. The jaw and the chin, punctuated by an unexpected kiss. The neck.
And then the breasts. The upper slope, with fingers gently sliding down toward the swelling tip. The sides, and around beneath. Then the nipple, already stiff and awaiting its turn. A gentle pinch and swipe on the very end while Anne held her breath, her eyes closed and tears of joy streaming down.
