Chapter 9: Housewarming Presents
Dane wheeled Ana into the closet. She was still strapped in a standing spreadeagle, blindfolded, with a pair of heavy headphones. Dane slid a vibrator inside of her, held in by a thick leather strap passed, anchored to a belt around her waist. She felt something thin like a cord brush against her leg briefly, before he attached it to something on the belt.
Ana squeezed the vibrator experimentally, feeling the studs around it, divining his plan. She'd wondered what equipment he'd retrieved before he made her chant those humiliating mantras, and what he'd been doing for the next half an hour or so as he left her on the edge. She breathed deeply, trying to stay calm.
She jumped, feeling a sudden, sharp prick against her ass cheek.
"Sir? What did you just do?" she called out.
He pulled the headphone off her left ear. "Just something to help you remember what you are, little cunt. It should make this easier on you."
"Oh," she said miserably. "Thank you, Sir."
"You're welcome, little sex doll. I look forward to seeing your progress when I return."
"How long, Sir? Until you come back, I mean?"
"No more questions for now," he said. "Open for your gag."
He went a little easier on gagging her this time. True, she had the panel gag again, her mouth strapped closed and covered from chin to beneath her nose, and the awful rubber bladder inflated inside. But he didn't pump it nearly as full. She could move her tongue a little bit, and swallow much more easily. She even thought she might be able to make a little noise, but doubted it would be enough to help.
All her hopes lay in the one loose bolt anchoring her left wrist, and just knowing that fact was driving her crazy. She felt anxious, even guilty about it, as if she owed it to her captor to give her only hope of escape away. He'd had her for barely a day, and she could feel herself giving in. She squeezed the vibrator, distracting herself with the pleasure as she pressed it out against the belt and relaxed to let it slide in.
Then Sir clicked something on her belt, and closed the closet without another word, trapping Ana inside. She listened closely, wondering if it was a trick. Only moments had past, and she was already doubting whether he'd really left.
She felt calmer at least, though hazier, her already tired mind dulled by whatever he'd given her. She tried to remember what he'd said. It was supposed to help with... with whatever he was doing now. Help train her to see herself as nothing but a sex toy for Sir, and whoever he cared to allow access to her.
But nothing had happened. Maybe the device had malfunctioned or he'd failed to turn it on, and she'd finally get some rest.
No, not rest. This is my chance.
Ana pulled her left wrist, and felt something wiggle. Apparently, they'd missed whatever had come lose. She listened anxiously. He could be right outside, about to come in and catch her trying to escape.
Breathe. It's just been a few minutes. I need to be sure they-
She grunted as a sudden, sharp pain shot through her pussy, making her clench tightly around the studded dildo and knocking the wind out of her. It was vicious, but so quick she almost doubted it had happened at all. If not for the way her sex cramped in the aftermath and the rush of endorphins, she might believe she'd imagined it.
There was some sound in her ears she'd just missed. Had it been as quiet as it seemed, or had the pain distracted her? No, there was still whispering, she was almost sure. Just a little too quiet.
The next time, three sharp jolts, and there were words with them. It was Sir's voice. She could hear the relish in the last word. "Cunt."
Her new name.
Please.
she felt the word loop over and over again inside of her, not sure who she was asking or for what. The vibrator started to buzz, rising and falling in rapid waves.
"Please." Had she whispered it somehow, despite the gag? No. It was her own voice, playing through the headphones.
"Please," it echoed. "Please, Sir."
The vibrator shocked her again suddenly. This time, she thought she could make out his words. It was still barely a whisper, but in Ana's head, it was loud, clear.
"Beg me, cunt," it commanded.
There was a pause, and the pain lanced through her again. She couldn't hear it through the headphones, but it was there in the cadence of the shocks. She could almost see and feel him inside her, commanding her.
"Beg me, cunt."
"Please, Sir," the headphones responded in her own husky voice, dripping with unsatisfied need. "Use this sex doll."
She whimpered as the vibrator juddered inside her.
"Fuck me Sir," she tried to say, hearing the words smothered by the gag into a needy, quiet moan.
"If you say it, it will become true," the headphones answered.
I am a sex doll, I have always been a sex doll,
she thought. The words wavered inside her, waiting. She felt a burst of joy when the headphones came to life, along with the vibrator. Her own voice, telling her the same thing. Her new truth.
"I am a sex doll," the impossibly needy, submissive little voice instructed her. "I have always been a sex doll."
Ana knew it was wrong, but it felt so good to believe for a moment. She pulled on the restraints, reminding her of the way the bondage held her, of her helplessness.
And again, the left cuff slipped, ever so slightly, the little flaw in her bonds reminding her she was trapped against her will.
"It's already coming true," said the voice of her captor, growing in her ears, shooting painful shocks through her cunt.
Oh God. I have to get out of here.
* * * * *
Dane flicked the switch on and closed the door quietly, casting a last look back at Ana, naked, beautiful and pale in her bonds. He stood outside for several minutes, listening.
Soon there was a grunt, and the faint creaking of her bonds. The sound was followed by scattered whines and whimpers. It was quiet, even with his ear against the door.
"You hear anything?" he asked Byron, sitting at the kitchen table at the other end of the room.
"Not that I'd notice if I weren't listening for it. How about you? Are you sure she's muzzled, safe, and secure?"
"Well, it wouldn't do for having guests over, but it's good enough for a couple hours alone."
Byron glanced at his phone, his face a mask of neutrality. He double-checked the time, typing out a quick response. He took in a deep breath, resisting the urge to fix Dane's mistake.
"Alright. Ready when you are."
It was one of those late fall days where the sunlight is still warm, but chill bites in the shadow. The sky was a little hazy, with roving bands of ominous clouds, separated by long stretches of near-blue, as if the weather could suddenly swell into summer heat or burst with an icy winter storm.
Dane hoped the rain would come soon. Given that Ana hadn't been reported missing and was, as far as anyone knew, exactly where she was supposed to be, the odds were on her new owner's side. There was almost certainly no one looking for evidence of her disappearance.
Still, the fact that they'd been caught by Karl leaving such an obvious piece of debris behind made him uneasy. A nice rainstorm would make him feel safer and surer of his actions.
Examining the spot where he'd stripped and repackaged Ana when she wet herself provided some reassurance. Beside bent grass and a slight depression, there was practically nothing there.
Well, that wasn't quite true. All along the way, Dane noticed a surprising number of man made particles that had nothing to do with him or Ana. Even on the edge of the wilderness, there were threads, scraps of cloth and paper, and other bits of human cast off sinking in the underbrush. It was reassuring, as if every passerby had made a small contribution to help him keep his prize
The area where they'd taken her was a bit more marked. Fewer people walked that way, and there were distinct boot marks and impressions in the mud from where they'd overpowered her.
