Chapter 10: Ana's New Friends
When she first felt it, Ana tried to convince herself she must have fallen asleep. The alternative was far too terrifying. She was blindfolded, bound, gagged, alone in the closet, her own voice incessantly conditioning her to obey her captor. And now she'd felt a tug on her buttplug.
It was hard to convince herself that it hadn't happened -- that it couldn't have happened. Although the movement was subtle, her body reacted, her pelvic muscles sympathetically contracting around both plugs inside of her.
And when she felt another little tug, she gave up entirely. She didn't struggle or try to ask who was there through her gag. She simply squeezed repeatedly on the plug inside of her, turning the violation into a jolt of pleasure -- applying the lessons she'd been taught.
"Hello, Ana," said a voice behind her ear. "I'm sorry about that. I wanted to make sure my Master's invitation was properly presented."
"I'm a possession, like you," she said, lifting the headphones off the slave's head.
The woman chuckled. Her voice low and throaty, with just a hint of an accent from somewhere in Eastern Europe.
"Well, not exactly like you. It seems like you're being trained for a... singular purpose."
She felt hands lift her stroke and lift her breasts gloved in something cool and slippery that made her shiver.
"Men feel that way when they see a woman with a certain type of body, don't they? Perhaps they're right. How many days did he own you before you confessed to being a toy?"
"One week?" the woman asked, twisting her nipple.
Ana whimpered, trying to shake the woman off. The woman laughed again, the pain shooting through Ana's sensitive nipple only added to the mockery.
"Three days?"
Her lips brushed Ana's neck.
"A single night? That's the answer, isn't it?"
She brushed a finger along Ana's cheek.
"Don't be sad, little one. You should be proud. You're a role model for natural playthings everywhere. You said it best: you're a sex doll. And you have always been a sex doll."
The woman released her breasts and walked around in front of her, the clicks of her heels impossibly loud and distinct in Ana's ears.
"Oh, sweetie! You're shaking," she said, putting a hand on against the slave's chest. "Shh, be calm. I thought this was fun for you."
"Ummm uhhh!" Ana moaned.
"So you're serious? You really don't want this?"
She slowly ran her hand down Ana's stomach. "All you have to do is tell me the truth."
Ana thrashed in her bondage, begging to be released. It was hard to believe that Karl and whoever this woman was didn't know that she was here against her will. But some tiny part of her clung to the hope that this cruel woman might release her.
The hand traced further down, the fingers spreading out to press against her lips where they split around the leather strap. Then the woman removed her fingers. Ana heard the squishy sound of her rubbing them together.
"Tell me something, Ana. Does this sound more like a woman who isn't enjoying herself, or like a sex toy fulfilling its purpose?"
She paused, listening to Ana sniffle. "You were so noisy a moment ago, before I caught you in your little lie."
Ana felt the slick hand hand press back down over her mound, the fingers splitting and rubbing maddeningly up and down her lips.
"Don't worry. I won't punish you for that lie, as long as you're truthful from now on. I just want you to know that I know. Does this feel nice, Ana? Be honest with me."
Ana whimpered her assent. She dreaded, even hated it, but the feeling of those latex covered fingers as they slid along her lips, gently pressing her against the rough leather was beautiful.
"Good girl. You may not realize it, but I'm the best friend you have. Your master might feel quite cross with you when he realizes you almost escaped. Especially when he hears you tried to bribe another man into rescuing you with your cunt."
"Hush," she added, squeezing down painfully in response to Ana's protests.
She stood there, silently torturing Ana's lips until the slave grew quiet and still again, then returned to the gentle stroking as if nothing had happened.
"I'm willing to keep your secret for you if you'll be a good girl for me. Or I could tell your master, and he'll keep you completely immobile until you're begging to suck his cock just so you can move your neck and jaw."
"So which is it? Would you rather obey me unconditionally for the next week, or face your master's consequences for trying to escape?"
She paused, listening to Ana's ragged breathing. The needy little bitch was hers, straining in her bonds to feel the woman's fingers press just a little more firmly. She was almost disappointed. Still, the easy acquiescence just meant she'd have to push things a little further, a little quicker.
"Tell me you belong to me, big tits."
She put her ear against Ana's gag, feeling the tickle of her breath as the slave moaned out her assent.
"Tell me you'll do everything I say."
Ana whined with need, her stomach clenching as she tried to push herself over.
"Good girl. Why don't you come for me?"
The moment she gave the slave permission, Ana shot off. The woman smiled to herself, listening to the whimpers, the quiet rattle of the cross, the panting ragged breaths whistling through the toy's nose as it came on her hand.
"Good girl," she murmured, hearing the back door open. "This will be our secret. Your owner is home."
She placed the headphones back on Ana, and knelt in the back of the closet.
* * * * *
The walk home with Tilly was oddly normal. They'd slung Dane's jacket over her shoulders to hide her bound arms, and simply walked, but it was clear she'd have cooperated regardless.
Had there been any passers-by, Dane would have been worried, but not overly so. A careful observer might have noticed the way the woman's cheeks were puffed up, or the dark ball showing in the gap between her lips, but only if they'd had some reason to stop and stare in the first place.
Dane was strangely irked to see how her and Byron flirting. She'd lean up against him when he'd grab her upper arm, and occasionally lag behind so that he'd swat her ass and chastise her. All in all, she seemed quite happy with how the day was turning out.
It's not that Dane was adverse to Byron enjoying himself, but the whole situation didn't add up. They had very little reason to trust Karl, and none to trust Tilly. The thought of the slaver alone with Ana Dane him angry, and the playful attitude of his companions was not helping to calm his nerves.
You'd think that Byron would be furious that this woman had been sent to spy and intentionally delay them for whatever Karl had planned, but he seemed rather pleased. Byron had never told him "trust no one" -- he'd never had to; it had been implicit in their business from the beginning. And now he was acting like he was on a pleasant date with his captive.
There was no sign of Karl at the house, save for a lingering aroma -- some aftershave or cologne with a rainy, nostalgic smell. Dane immediately wheeled Ana out so he could hear her as he opened the kitchen windows. The faint mewing calmed him, as did the way she twitched in response to the electrified vibe inside of her.
She was covered in a sheen of sweat, her breaths loud and fast. The smell of her arousal had spilled out of the closet, drowning the lingering smell of aftershave and something else Dane couldn't quite place.
Her lips pouted out on the sides of the leather strap, swollen and practically dripping, but otherwise, the bondage looked the same as when he'd left her -- that is, until he looked at her backside.
A high quality butt plug was nestled between her cheeks, her prominent posterior slightly bending the rolled parchment neatly placed through the handle. It looked both perverse and distractingly formal against the round, bruised ass of his latest acquisition.
