Chapter 11: The Other Kind
Author's note:
Hello, lovely readers! Thanks for all the kind feedback, and sorry for the long break from this story. I wasn't very happy with how Chapter 10 came out, and then got caught up in other projects.
I will probably go back and rework it at asome point, but I couldn't leave you hanging until then. After all, there's a new uninvited guest in the house, and she has some very cruel plans for poor Ana.
As always, this is just fantasy. Treat your partners with respect, and don't assume the bondage or anything else that happens in my stories would be safe in real life.
-IT
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"Please, sit down wherever you like," Dane said, handing Goldie a bottle of porter.
"Thank you, Sir. May I assume I can speak and act freely for the time being?"
Dane sat down on the couch and sipped his own beer.
"You may. Consider us colleagues until I say otherwise."
Goldie smiled and slid into a lounger opposite Dane, sighing in pleasure as she settled into the plush leather cushions.
"Thank you, Dane. I must say I'm pleasantly surprised."
"Because of what Tilly said? Does your Mistress often loan you out, and then turn the borrower against you?"
"What makes you think she wanted to turn you against me?"
"You heard her advice to keep a close eye on you."
"'If you want that pretty thing over there to retain any independence,' she said. Did it turn you against me?"
"No, but I will keep my eye on you."
"Than I'd say my Mistress has done me quite a favor with her introduction," she said, with a devilish smile.
He raised his bottle to her and took a sip. "Was it true? Will she lose the last of her independence if I don't restrain you?"
She looked thoughtful. "That remains to be seen. But I can protect you from her at least."
Dane laughed, glancing towards the figure shifting in the doorway. "Protect me from Ana? You're joking, right?"
Goldie leaned forward "Not at all. Tell me the truth. She's already convinced you to keep her, hasn't she?"
Dane looked surprised. "I suppose I might like to keep her."
"It certainly wasn't her idea, though," he added, with a little laugh.
"Pity. With her natural assets, and docile temperament, a girl like that could be very valuable to the right buyer, and would certainly reflect well on you as a trader. But I can see you care about her a great deal."
Her tone was not complementary.
Dane scowled. "I find her sexy, if that's what you mean. And with all the planning, I've put quite a bit of work into her already."
Goldie smiled coolly. "And I can see she responds well to your command already. Perhaps I should have said that you
enjoy her
a great deal. She's voluptuous, and enjoys her predicament in spite of herself. You find it intoxicating the way she loses herself in it. You value her pleasure."
"So what? Is that so unusual?"
"Not at all. Quite normal for a young man with his first slave. But it's a weakness she will continue to exploit," she said, taking a sip of beer.
He leaned forward, his eyes narrowing.
"Explain."
She smiled, recrossing her legs.
"You want to give her pleasure, and to give her pleasure is to gratify her desires. And what does she desire more than anything?"
"Freedom, I guess, but do you think I'd just free her like that?"
"Of course not, Dane. But underneath the helpless exterior, she's quite a manipulator. She only needs to engineer a moment of inattention to get you to trust her a little more than you should."
"A manipulator? It's her second day in captivity, and already she obeys me almost without protest."
"And she'll continue to, until just the right moment."
There was a long pause as Dane considered it.
"No, no. It's not like that at all. She rebelled once already, and I immediately made her regret it. She learns quickly, and she knows she's made for this life."
"Oh, really? From the lack of welts, I'd assumed she hadn't had the chance. You must have thought of a very creative punishment."
He scowled.
"I gave her a choice. She pledged to spend her life as my slave -- quite an accomplishment for the first day of captivity."
She watched him silently, his face turning red as he slowly processed what he'd said.
"I'd punish her harshly if she attacked me or refused to obey again. Or put my life in danger, of course."
"Or your freedom?" Goldie asked lightly.
Dane stared as she took a long, slow draw on her beer.
"Why do you ask?" he asked, quietly.
Goldie gave him a regretful expression. "I hate to have to tell you this. Your slave thinks it's our secret, and I want her to trust me, but your safety is my duty."
He nodded.
"My Master caught her trying to escape. Had he not stopped by, well... I suppose you still would have had her pledge to protect you."
"What... What did she do?"
"She managed to work her hand loose, then tried to bribe my Master into freeing her when he caught the attempt. I'd prefer not to get into the sordid details," she said with a sympathetic smile. "He tightened everything back up, so you're safe for now."
"Jesus. I thought I was more careful than that."
"Don't blame yourself," she said, standing up. "You're not the first Master to be taken off guard and betrayed by a cunning slave, playing the submissive. That's why I'm here, Dane."
She sat beside him, her hand on his shoulder like a concerned friend.
"I have a sense for these things, and I've broken more cunning bitches than your little cow."
Dane started to stand up. "Let's tan her hide."
"Sit, please. It's a confusing time for Ana -- she hasn't accepted what she is yet."
"So, what?" he asked, sitting back down. "Should we just let her get away with it?"
"For now. If you whip Ana, it will be over. I promise you, Dane, she'll go much, much further to have me keep her secret."
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Ana had almost been relieved when her captors returned. The game Karl had played with her had been crushing -- how he'd toyed with her hope of escape -- shook her to the core.
When he'd casually stuck his cock in her like she were a pair of boxers he was trying on, it had almost been a relief; it made her feel like she'd never been near escape, and it was all just a game they were all playing together. As if she'd never almost gotten that first wrist free.
It would have been a struggle at any rate, she consoled herself. Without a tool, there was no guarantee she'd have even been able to free her other wrist, much less her whole body. She would have been alone, fighting so much harder, with the dildo shocking her and her own voice saying terrible things about who she was and what she wanted, wearing away her resistance with each repetition.
But something had changed inside her to have someone so familiar from the outside world use her just like her captors had. She'd never been close to Karl, but she'd never doubted he was safe, either. Maybe he still was safe, she thought gloomily. Maybe this was just what safe was now. A doll tucked away in her doll house, safe from discovery by the outside world. Perhaps a favorite toy, but still just a toy.
Ana tried to hold still as her thoughts turned to Goldie. On the one hand, the woman terrified her. The men were brutish and effective, but to them, she was the desired object. Sure, they enjoyed her suffering; she'd seen it, and she'd felt it. But ultimately, it was her body and its objectification that gave them pleasure -- the experience of her submission to them.
This woman had a deeper kind of sadism, because she was also a slave. Ana could sense that Goldie had been through what she'd been through, and much more. Somehow, she'd learned to enjoy inflicting it on others from both sides, able to sense and savor nuances of her subjugation that her captors would never even noticed.
But there'd been moments where Goldie had given her hope, and asked for her trust. She had no illusion the terrible woman really wanted to help her escape. But she really did seem to want to guide Ana through the experience, as someone who knew it.
At least Ana wouldn't be all alone, and she'd have someone to show her the way -- all she'd have to give up was any hope of ever returning to her old life or regaining her freedom.
The thought made her angry. Not only had this stranger humiliated her, but she'd wrapped Sir around her finger. After pawing at her body and encouraging Sir to mutilate her with piercings and tattoos, the two had bundled her in a harness, with her arms bound at her side, and put her in a sensory deprivation hood with the mouth open.
"I know you'll be a good girl for me, and not make a sound," the woman had explained, as she lowered the hood.
And she'd been right. They'd parked her by the doorway of her own living room and talked. She couldn't make out a word, but she could hear the faint rumble of speech and place them, first sitting across from each other, then beside each other, the woman's tones seductive as she led the brute who'd captured Ana.
And the worst part of it all was the jealousy. She was jealous of this woman, for the way she talked and flirted with the man who'd turned her life upside down, while she stood their like an ornament in her own house. Ana knew the cruel woman was planning much, more -- that Goldie would take what she wanted from Dane as easily as Dane had taken what he wanted from her, and the thought made her head swim.
At least the conversation had been over quickly, and they'd dressed her after a fashion. Dane had wrapped her in an orange thong and bikini set she'd only brought on a whim, a pair of platform boots, and a black, zippered miniskirt that didn't even fully cover her ass. The thin woman smirked and pawed at Ana's curves as he dressed her, relishing her self-consciousness.
Somehow having the clothes on made her more humiliated, not less. She was particularly self-conscious in the orange thong. Ana had always been a little ambivalent about how wet she got. Most of the men she'd dated had found it sexy, but it also made her feel slutty and oversexed.
She was sure her captors could already smell her -- Goldie said nothing, but gloated with her eyes. The meager clothing they dressed her in provided no protection. It just made her worry that they'd torment her more if her sex stained her bikini bottom, and the thought itself made her feel flushed and tingly.
"Slave, stop fidgeting and pay attention please," Sir said, drawing her out of her thoughts.
Ana swallowed, glancing nervously at Sir and her newest uninvited guest, her hands still bound at her sides.
"Yessir," she said.
"This woman is your Mistress for the time being. You will address her as 'Miss.' She is experienced as both a slave and a trainer who will serve as a role model while she is here. Is that understood?"
"Yes sir," Ana said, almost in a whisper, her eyes cast at the floor.
"Good. She has a very strict Master who is considering purchasing you. He likes difficult slaves, whereas I prefer easy ones. I will consider her opinion when I choose whether to keep you. How are you going to be with Goldie, slave?"
