Chapter 2 - Meetings
Elena lost count of the orgasms that had ripped through her by the time the van
stopped moving. The torturous vibrations slowed gently to a halt, leaving her
aroused and exhausted.
A dull rumbling could be felt in the air. Elena racked her brain to try and
identify it, twisting to peer through the front of the van for any clue, but
night had fallen and she couldn't see a thing.
One of the women from the front exited the van, a gust of cold wind blowing in
and chilling the four latex-clad girls in the back.
After a short wait, the back of the van opened, admitting the woman and a man
also clad in black latex. Elena felt her will drain away, her body waiting
docilely as she was released from her bonds and led out by her leash onto hard
tarmac.
The man clipped the girls' leashes in a long line and led them into the
darkness. Elena's eyes, the only part of her body she had any control over,
darted around searchingly.
Sitting on the tarmac, engines idling noisily stood the shadowed white bulk of a
Boeing 737, lights flashing impatiently underneath the wings. Elena's heart fell
in defeat as she spotted the mobile stairs parked against it, a black clad man
standing at the door.
Like lambs to the slaughter, the four shivering girls were led into the plane.
The inside was relatively spacious as all but one row of seats had been removed.
Walls cut the plane into sections inside, one to the left of the door towards
the front of the plane and one further down to the rear, and sturdy doors
concealed what lay beyond.
Elena sat down in a seat against the far wall and fastened the belt around her
waist with a click. Her leash was clipped to the side of her seat. She sat
passively in their seats whilst the two men closed the plane up, sealing them
into the vehicle that was to take them away from their lives.
Elena screamed silently in her head as the door slammed shut, and the men
disappeared into the forward section of the plane. The engines began powering up
quickly now, throbbing through her body. The intercom crackled.
"Please stay in your seats. We don't want any injuries." The voice was
pleasantly female and slightly accented; apparently there were others on the
plane. Elena had been constantly telling her body to move, and the sudden return
of free will caught her by surprise. Her muscles were suddenly allowed to tense,
throwing herself forwards in her seat and sending sharp pains through her waist
as the belt dug in. She exhaled sharply through her nose, biting down on the
rubber in her mouth in pain.
Elena heard her fellow captives moaning and sobbing as the plane began moving
forwards. It seemed to halt for a moment before the engines whined in effort.
Gravity pulled at her fragile body, pushing it back into the soft grip of her
seat as they accelerated along the runway.
Her own voice joined the chorus of quiet sobs as the plane shook violently. Then
the vibrations eased and the plane was in the air, her ears popping regularly as
they climbed higher. Slowly the plane levelled out at cruising height, shaking
ever so slightly with air movements.
Nervously, Elena released her belt and stood, stretching her tired, aching body.
She hated planes under the best of conditions, and was sweating quite a lot
underneath her covering of latex. The latex was breathable however, allowing her
sweat to escape into the cool air. Not that she could smell anything at the
moment except rubber from the tubes.
The leash on her neck was irritating her, tugging with every little movement,
and she reached up to release the clip. Her fingers closed around the steel clip
but she couldn't undo it! Her fingers wouldn't obey.
Fresh tears began forming behind the glass over her eyes as she tried vainly to
get rid of the leash.
Eventually she gave up with a defeated moan and fell back hard into her seat
which caused her to wince as the twin dildoes penetrating her were pushed
deeper.
<Why me,> she thought sadly. <What did I do to deserve this? If only I
hadn't been stupid enough to follow those instructions!> Elena paused. Just
why HAD she followed those instructions? She remembered feeling tingly and
excited about the items she had received; never questioning what would happen
after she put the suit on.
Then she realised that, just like she had been forced to comply with her
captors, she had been compelled to give herself an enema and put the suit on.
Elena had really had no choice in the matter, if she had resisted the compulsion
would have become greater. This seemed to relieve some of the guilt she felt
over her current position, and made her a whole lot angrier.
The door at the rear of the plane opened quietly, and a short Japanese girl
peered through cautiously. She wore a suit coloured light green that covered all
but her head contrasting with her long black hair that fell down past her
shoulders and concealed her small breasts. A glint around her neck highlighted
the silver collar she wore.
Elena stood up, watching the girl warily through narrowed eyes. The girl saw
Elena move, and her eyes widened in fear. Hurriedly the girl ran over to Elena
and, completely unexpectedly, knelt before her, eyes downcast.
"Please don't hurt me," she said, cowering on the floor. Elena looked down in
confusion.
"Mmm hhhm mm," Elena told her incomprehensibly. The girl let out a squeak of
horror and put her hands around Elena's neck like she was strangling her gently.
At her touch the latex split and she carefully pulled it off Elena's head. As
she coughed and retched to remove the tube down her throat, the girl released
the other 3 captives.
"Fuck you," the blonde girl in pink swore and threw her hood across the plane,
then with one balled hand hit the pretty Japanese girl heavily across the side
of the head. The girl fell to the ground with the force and let out a yelp in
shock. She looked up, seeing the girls' angry face glaring down at her and
curled into a ball protectively. The pink girl proceeded to start kicking her
savagely in the side, screaming "You tricked us, you fucking slut."
Elena, who had some experience in fighting, delivered a stunning punch to the
girls jaw, causing her to collapse to the ground unconscious. Elena ignored the
other two stunned girls and crouched down, rolling over the girl in green.
Her face had a large bruise forming on the side of her tear stained face, eyes
red and puffy.
"Don't hurt me," she sobbed in terror, holding her side in pain. Her breathing
game in short gasps.
The door at the front of the plane clicked, and swung open. Green squealed in
horror, sitting up painfully and staring at the floor, knees wide apart and both
hands clutching her side.
"Sit down," she hissed to the other girls, the fear plain in her voice. Elena
sat down and assumed a similar position beside her.
One of the black clad men strode in. Elena watched him cautiously, noting the
large pouch holding his cock and the size of his arms and legs. Around his waist
hung dozens of strange objects which made Elena quiver at their possible usage.
With one hand he grabbed Pink around the waist and lifted her up off the ground.
With the other hand he proceeded to attach her wrists to cuffs in the roof until
she was hanging several centimetres off the floor by her wrists. A ball gag was
removed from his belt and tightened around her head.
One hand slapped her across the face, waking her up. Her eyes widened once she
realised the position she was in and began crying when she saw who was standing
in front of her.
"Stupid cunt," the man said harshly. "Here's your first lesson." He unclipped a
paddle from his belt which he ran under the girls' terrified eyes before taking
position behind her.
"Don't..." he growled, and brought the paddle down hard on the girls left butt
cheek. Her entire body convulsed and she screamed around the gag. She began
wriggling like a worm on a hook, trying to twist so that he couldn't reach her
butt.
"...damage..." he continued after only a slight pause, bringing it down to slap
against her right cheek.
"...the..." Again the plane echoed with a painful slap and muffled screams.
"...Masters..." Slap. "...property." Slap. He paused for a moment, letting Pink
think her punishment had finished.
"Don't..." Slap. "...make..." Slap. "...eye...contact...with...men." The man
began laying down a regular pattern of swats to her unprotected behind. There
was no pause to her punishment as he quickly administered 20 paddles to her
arse. Unceremoniously he released her wrists, letting her drop to the floor with
a thud, unfortunately straight onto her tortured behind. The man leant down and
bent her arms behind her back, cuffing them there with leather handcuffs.
Pink moaned around her gag, tears falling down her face. Her butt was feeling
warm beneath the cool covering of latex. She looked up at the man pleading with
her eyes to let her go. He ignored her, standing up and looking over the others
who quickly glanced down.
"Good girls, you learn fast," he said to them. Elena glanced up and was rewarded
with a slap to her cheek. Quickly she looked down, hiding her blush.
"Never make eye contact with a man, unless told to," he informed her, then
returned to the front of the plane.
The girls stood up to look at Pink who was furiously rubbing her behind. Elena
recovered first from the shock.
"Leave her gagged," Elena said, unable to help the satisfied feeling that Pink
had got just what she deserved. Pink's face was flushed with humiliation and
hatred, her eyes deep holes of blue.
Elena turned and introduced herself to the others. The girl in green was called
Aiko, which she told them shyly, still on the floor holding her side. Jenny
turned to look at the gagged girl on the floor.
"Should we find out her name?" she asked sympathetically.
"Her name is Cunt," Aiko snarled angrily, her voice sounding strange. Her eyes
widened.
"Master speaks through me," she whispered reverently. Again he took control of
her voice.
"Cunt has displeased me. Are you injured, dear Aiko?" It was strange to hear
Aiko asking herself questions.
"I hurt, Master. Cunt is strong, and I fear that I am much weaker."
"You will be cared for when you arrive. I wish you well."
"Yes Master, thank you Master." Aiko stood slowly, hands still holding her side
and studied the girls.
"You should kneel when I speak," she said disapprovingly. All three knelt and
lowered their eyes nervously.
"You have all pleased me." He/she turned to Elena. "You have especially pleased
me, for protecting my dear Aiko. I look forward to meeting you all."
Aiko shivered as she regained control over herself, her face glowing with
happiness as she sat down again.
"Master is pleased," she said, wincing. "Thank you."
"Um... Aiko, can I ask you something?" Elena said slowly. "Why do you obey him?"
"Because he loves me," she replied.
"But, you're a slave," said Emmy, unsure whether to be nervous or excited by the
concept of a real-life sex slave. "Don't you miss your family?" She frowned
sadly.
"My family are not here anymore." Jenny looked horrified.
"S-Slave?" she stuttered. "I don't want to be a slave!" Her voice took on a
hysterical note, and she began backing away slowly.
"Master is a good master," Aiko replied soothingly, looking slightly confused as
to why someone wouldn't know that.
"M-Master? I don't want a master!" Her eyes darted to the plane door and she
began moving in that direction.
"No!" Elena yelled, tackling her before she could reach the door and kill them
all. The rapid motion was most uncomfortable for her, causing the damn dildoes
to shift inside her. It was unnecessary, as the same control that wouldn't allow
them to release their leashes also wouldn't let them open the doors or attack
the men.
"Jenny," Aiko called to the struggling girl. "Replace Cunt's hood and behave
yourself. Do not worry about your family, I will explain later."
Jenny stopped struggling and glanced at Pink, looking mortified. Elena let go of
her cautiously, but she seemed to have calmed down now.
Reaching behind Cunt's head, Jenny released the straps gently and eased it out
of the poor girls' mouth. Cunt seemed to want to talk but was unable to even
close her mouth, let alone talk.
Aiko retrieved the slippery pink hood for Jenny, who took it in her shaking
hands and began feeding the tube down the girls open throat. Cunt coughed and
gagged but couldn't resist as it slid home, silencing her pleading mews. Her
nose was plugged with the slimy tubes and Jenny pulled the hood tight over the
girls head.
The bottom of the hood connected to the collar and sealed around her neck with a
slurp.
The door opened at the front of the plane, and the previous black clad man stuck
his head through.
"Get in your seats, sluts; belts on and silence." The door closed and the
blanket of control fell over the girls. Cunt had to be assisted to put her belt
on since her arms were still behind her back, earning Emmy a cold glare.
Aiko disappeared back into the rear of the plane just as the plane began to
shake with turbulence. Elena felt her stomach heaving, and she was grateful for
the collar which silenced her rebellious belly.
<Oh how I hate this part>, she moaned to herself, recalling the order not
to speak. The earlier episode had instilled a fear of disobedience in the girls,
and Elena had a feeling it wasn't over yet.
The bump as the plane touched ground was the best feeling she had ever felt; she
felt safe and secure in the strong grasp of the seat around her.
The engines cycled down, and the plane came to a halt. They had arrived.
The black clad man leashed them all together in a line and led them out of the
plane and into a snowstorm of all things. Emmy felt the cold wind blowing over
her essentially naked body, stealing her precious warmth with every moment. Her
nipples stuck out prominently underneath the flimsy covering, creating two
little mounds sitting proudly on her chest. A sharp yank on her leash caught her
attention and nearly overbalanced her. Bending forwards into the wind she caught
up quickly, following the man into the night.
The pace they moved at was fast, and the movement of her legs rubbed the dildoes
buried inside her, making her dizzy with pleasure.
Just when she thought her unprotected toes were going to freeze off from the icy
ground, a building loomed out of the darkness. It was hard to tell without
light, but Emmy guessed it was at least 3 stories high. A heavy wooden door
opened a crack, sending a beam of light into the darkness, highlighting the
billowing snow that was building up on the ground. The girls were led into the
door which was hurriedly shut and locked behind them.
Her eyes took a moment to adjust to the sudden light. The hall they stood in had
quite high ceilings, with a balcony on the left wall and a wide staircase on the
right. It was well lit for the girls', however the upper level was dark and full
of shadow. The walls were wooden-panels, with doors spaced along either side.
Emmy wanted to pause a moment to absorb this new place, but another sharp tug on
her leash reminded her of her humiliating situation, and she was forced to
follow behind.
The girls were led through a door on the left into a long corridor with doors
along the left side. One by one they were unchained from the line and led into
their own room. Emmy's leash was finally removed and hung from the side of the
four-post bed in the far left corner, the only feature in the warm room apart
from a slightly ajar door to the bathroom which was beside the bed.
The door closed but was not locked; Emmy assumed she wouldn't be able to open it
anyway.
A yellow hand slid around the doorway, admitting Elena's curious face. She
smiled when she saw Emmy, who gave a nervous wave in return.
She was too cold and tired to be social, so after a quick venture in the
bathroom to dry her latex-covered skin with a towel, she slid herself into bed.
The sensation of the sheets sliding over her latex skin was heavenly as she
twisted to hit the light switch beside her head.
She lay in the dark, listening to the sounds of her own breathing.
"I'm a sex slave," Emmy whispered to herself, and felt a thrill run through her.
As if on queue, the vibrator lodged in her pussy came to life gently. She hissed
happily, one hand sliding down her body to nestle between her legs. Trapped by
her own thighs, she rubbed her mound underneath the sheets, pushing the vibrator
briefly deeper with each pass. Her hand discovered a perfectly placed ridge
above her clit and she pushed down hard, grinding the sensitive organ between
hand and pubic bone. Her orgasm was quick and powerful, sending a shudder
through her whole body as her worries melted away in its warm glow.
A satisfied sigh escaped her lips as she slid into the oblivion of the night.
Jenny was at home, lying naked on her bed after her shower. Her wet back
glistened in the light of her lamp, her butt wriggling as she waved her legs
through the air. She was busy reading a girly magazine, her nudity completely
forgotten and one hand gently fondling her shaven labia.
The door burst open to her room and in strode her friend Emmy, dressed in a
black string bikini. A chain rattled in her hand which she yanked
experimentally, tugging at the collar that was now tight around Jenny's neck.
She squealed in horror, grabbing at the sheets in an attempt to cover herself as
Emmy pounced on her back, riding her backwards like a horse and pulling on the
chain so she was forced to arch her back, exposing her breasts to the air.
Something began humming ominously; Jenny twisted around to see.
"Nooo," she squealed as she spotted a silver vibrator in the hand of her friend.
She clenched her thighs together hard in an attempt to stop the inevitable. The
vibrator disappeared behind her and began worming its way down between her
buttocks, sliding down past her cute arsehole and nestling its tip between her
soft pink lips. Jenny squirmed in abject humiliation as Emmy's hand spread her
weakening legs and guided it deep into her rapidly lubricating pussy, sending
waves of mechanical pleasure through her loins.
Her squeals rapidly turned to moans of pleasure as the vibrator was held deep in
her privates. Emmy's fingers massaged her friends clit vigorously, making her
body quiver in ecstasy.
Elsewhere, the dildoes in Jenny's body hummed away diligently, arousing their
still sleeping host. She came awake gently, erotic dream fading into reality and
let out a squeal as the early-morning orgasm blazed through her body.
"No, no more... Stop it," she moaned, but the vibrators had other ideas, rapidly
bringing her to yet another orgasm.
Her sheets were soaked in sweat by the time the damnable vibrations stopped, the
inside of her suit slick with juices. The poor teenage girl squirmed as she
untangled her limbs from the prison of sheets she had created during her
thrashings.
She slid out of bed with an annoyed groan, finally free of the mess she had
created. One hand brushed her hair out of her face as she glanced around,
momentarily disoriented that she wasn't in her own room.
Her bladder called urgently, so she stood shakily and staggered to the bathroom.
The bathroom consisted of a room similar size to the bedroom, covered with plain
hospital white tiles to halfway up the walls, a sink with gold fittings on the
left, a shower in the middle right and a knee-high bench that was padded with
black leather on the far left. At the end of the bench nearest to the wall was a
pristine white hollow dome that started from the very end of the bench and ended
like it had been cut in half, making it look like an open umbrella covering the
end. The bottom half sloped down into the bench and ended with a drain in the
centre blocked by a single gold bar. Either side of the half-dome were flat
sections that were also padded.
Jenny's eyes searched, but didn't find, anything that resembled a toilet. She
did however spot a short note beside the sink. Taking the sheet in one hand, she
began reading it.
Welcome Jenny.
The thin tube beside the bench will take care of your needs. Just plug it in
between your legs. Administer at least one enema with the thicker tube. Shower
and do your hair however you feel.
She groaned, her face already heating. Her eyes fell on the far door. No way was
she plugging any tubes in if someone was going to walk in on her.
"Hello?" she called. There was no answer.
"Anyone there?" Jenny tried the doorhandle but it was locked. She felt kind of
stupid now.
Turning, she eyed the bench warily. Nature was calling however, so Jenny stepped
over and straddled the soft leather. The thin tube in one hand, she shakily
brought it down to connect with the tiny plug between her legs. Instantly her
bladder began emptying itself into the tube, bring welcome relief.
For Jenny this was the final humiliation, and she burst into tears. Even control
over her bodily functions had been stolen from her. Her self-control crumbled.
"Let me go," she screamed at the walls and began tearing at the suit covering
her lovely body. When she failed to even get a grip on its slippery surface, she
screamed in frustration and violently yanked free the tube between her legs. She
stood with a crazed look in her eyes.
The door to her room opened slowly and Aiko glided in, thick bandages wrapped
just below her breasts causing them to be pushed up slightly. Jenny was now busy
battering at the plexiglass shower screen, sobbing and moaning incoherently.
Silently Aiko took the leash from the bed and snuck up behind Jenny.
"I'm not a slave!" Jenny screamed at the innocent shower, just as Aiko's
delicate hands clipped the leash to her collar.
"Sit down, Jenny," Aiko commanded from behind. Jenny whirled around in surprise,
prepared to attack. Aiko's voice took control and forced her to her knees on the
cold floor, her red face already brimming with new tears.
"Please, help me," she pleaded softly. Aiko looked down on her sadly, then
without a word moved around behind Jenny and ran her fingers down her back,
splitting the suit as she went.
"Stand up and don't move," she commanded, and began peeling the latex covering
off the distressed girl. With a slurp the dildoes left their warm home, leaving
Jenny feeling empty. When she was entirely naked, Aiko led the docile girl into
the shower and washed the slimy lubricant from her skin.
"You are very pretty," Aiko whispered in her ear, washing between the girls'
legs more than necessary whilst trying to keep her bandages dry.
Jenny was feeling thoroughly confused now. Her body yearned for the dildoes to
fill her orifices, and Aiko's gently probing hands had only increased her need.
Aiko's soapy hands directed the dripping girl to lie down on the bench. Jenny
spread out on it, butt close to the inside of the dome and legs either side.
Aiko took the nozzle from beneath the bench and gently slid it into Jenny's
vagina. Jenny sighed in pleasure as her muscles rippled over the nozzle. The
water was released for a few moments, to wash out the artificial lubricants. It
was pleasantly warm, with a faint fragrance to it.
The nozzle was then inserted into her behind and Jenny received her second ever
enema. She enjoyed the feeling of fullness for a moment before the nozzle was
tugged free. Jenny quickly found out the purpose of the dome as it caught the
fetid water coming from her butt and channelled it away effortlessly. She would
have found it quite relaxing if it weren't for the cool gaze of Aiko making her
flush with embarrassment at every sound.
She stood submissively and allowed the Japanese girl to dry her, eyes downcast
and face bright red with humiliation. Aiko handed her the towel absently, which
she used to quickly wrap around her nakedness. Aiko snatched the towel away
hastily and rewarded her with a disapproving frown.
"Please, let me go," Jenny pleaded in a near whisper, tears forming again.
Aiko's face softened slightly and she sighed in sympathy.
"Come," she said gently, and tugged the leash around Jenny's neck. Jenny was led
completely naked out of her room and up the stairs in the main hall. The world
outside, Jenny saw briefly, was white with fresh snow, making her long for
freedom.
Although she dreaded anyone seeing her being led around naked like a pet, the
halls were deserted as Aiko led her through the building. They halted outside a
large wooden door and Aiko knocked gently.
"Come, dear Aiko," a warm voice said from inside. Aiko pushed open the door and
led Jenny, naked and shivering, into the warmth. Jenny sighed happily as she
warmed rapidly from the cold of the halls. Aiko unclipped her leash and directed
Jenny to the roaring fire that was directly across from the door.
Jenny curled her lithe form up on the sheepskin rug in front of the fire,
warming herself in its glow as Aiko disappeared into an adjoining room.
She sighed happily, rubbing her clean behind against the rug and enjoying the
sensation of the wool on her shaven privates.
"Jenny," a male voice spoke, making her jump. She rolled over to spot someone
watching her from the doorway. She squeaked and rapidly wrapped the rug around
her in a pyramid, blushing furiously. The man laughed gently.
He stepped forwards from the shadow into the flickering light of the fire. He
was tall, dark blonde hair and wearing a long, dark red robe that hid the rest
of his body. Jenny guessed that he was only about 22-23.
He maintained eye-contact with her as he walked across the room and sat in a
chair next to the fire. Jenny felt it hard to imagine that it was him who
abducted her and the other girls.
"Why..." she began, but was cut off by a firm glance from him.
"Stand up," he said softly. Still with the blanket around her naked body, she
raised herself up to stand before him. There was silence for a moment as they
stared at each other.
"Please let me go," Jenny whispered desperately. He shook his head gently, still
watching her. His constant gaze made her nervous.
"Why do you want to leave? Have you been hurt?" Jenny shook her head.
"Don't you like my rug?" he asked with a hint of a smile, causing her to blush
furiously.
"Then why do you wish to leave so soon?" Jenny's throat caught.
"Be...because I don't want to be a s...s...sex s...slave!" Her eyes brimmed with
tears again, and she clutched the blanket tighter around her body protectively.
He smiled as if he found this amusing.
"Where did you get that idea?" Jenny glanced at Aiko by the door, blushing
furiously. Her red face contrasted with her blonde hair still pulled tight in a
ponytail and the white covering of the sheepskin. He laughed again, standing
quickly. Jenny pulled the rug tighter as he casually walked over and stood next
to her, warming his back by the fire.
"You would make a good sex slave, I think," he told her casually. "But it will
be your choice."
"My choice?" Jenny asked, confused.
"Yes," he replied, looking down at her slightly. She stood at about eye-level to
him. "If I wanted a sex slave, I would prefer someone who I don't have to bind
hand and foot before I can enjoy myself. I want a girl who will enjoy her
position of subservience, who will willingly open her mouth and legs for me, who
will trust me unquestioningly with her life." With every word he spoke, he could
see Jenny getting more interested. He turned away to face the fire.
"I don't think you would be suited for it," he said dismissively, smiling
secretly to himself, waiting.
"What do you mean, not suited for it?" Jenny said angrily from behind him. "Am I
not sexy enough?" She released the blanket, letting it fall to the ground and
exposing her pale skin to the air. Aiko suppressed a hiss of delight; Jenny
practically glowed in the firelight
Her hands twined around his body and pulled him close to her chest. He could
feel the hardness of her uncovered nipples against his back. Her lips kissed him
on the cheek gently.
"Not at all," he said, trying to ignore her as she slid herself around and
shakily undid the front of his robe. She slid herself up against him, rubbing
herself against his bare skin. Her inexperienced hands searched and wrapped
gently around his rapidly growing manhood, her cool skin like fire against him.
"Jenny, that's enough," he said, his voice shaking slightly. Jenny seemed to
realise what she was doing, and with a short squeak recoiled and wrapped herself
in the rug again, muttering apologies the whole time.
He thought for a moment, watching the shy Jenny as he did his robe up again.
Jenny noticed that he wore a silver bracelet on each arm, which he hid with the
arms on the robe.
"You may go when you wish," he told her with a sigh, much to her surprise.
"Go?" Jenny asked weakly.
"Speak with Aiko when you wish to leave. I have wasted our time." He turned and
walked towards the door, leaving Jenny on the floor.
The world swum around her; words echoed through her mind. <Master doesn't
love you> <You're not good enough>
"Master," she called out loudly. He paused at the door, looking over his
shoulder at the girl sitting curled in the rug by the fire. She looked lost for
a moment, then discarded the rug and faced him on her knees, legs slightly apart
and arms behind her back, forcing her breasts out from her chest enticingly.
Her eyes were downcast as she waited for his approval. The cool air against her
skin made her shiver whilst her back glowed from the fire.
"Aiko, take the slut and dress her appropriately," he said finally. His words
stung her, but she kept still, happy with his approval. After all, she was
acting like one.
The bandaged Aiko glided over and took Jenny's leash in her hand.
"Come," Aiko told her, and led the nervous slave away. What had she gotten
herself into?
