Chapter 6

Recruiting

Sevana had seen a lot of bad shit. She’d been running drugs since she was thirteen, seeing the worst humanity had to offer. Husbands selling their wives by the hour, young girls turning tricks, loan sharks busting knees, she’d seen it all. Then she’d moved up, hopped on a sweet ride with Domingo as he rose through the ranks. Now she was running production and distribution for him. They’d chased out the gangs, taken over the streets, and cleaned the trash out. But she’d never seen anything quite like this.

“Who the fuck did this to her?” she asked, her mind still not fully wrapping itself around what she was seeing in the pictures. It was one thing to kill someone. It was another thing to do ... this. The message was clear though. Mess with us, and we’ll break a foot off in your ass. Literally.

“Uh, she’s still pretty fucked up. We can’t get much out of her. She keeps babbling about a slut, though.” Mateo, her second in command, swallowed heavily before continuing. “We did, ah, get the foot out. We’re pretty sure it’s Luis’. Same boots he used to wear.”

Sevana dropped the pictures on the table. She wiped her face, her hand trembling slightly as she did so.

When was the last time she’d dealt with body parts? Fingers, sure, but an entire leg? Whoever these people were, they didn’t play around.

“And the rest of him?”

“Nothing definitive, but we think he was in the car. The, uh, the one that blew up the shop.”

Right. The car. The one that had gunned it sixty miles-per-hour into one of the distribution centers and then burned the place down.

“Surveillance?”

“Nothing. Just came barreling into the strip mall. Should we send someone else to the tattoo shop?”

It hadn’t even been a shakedown, just two people to talk, and they’d killed one and blown up one of their shops in response. What the hell would they do if she tried to send in more?

“Do we know of any of their other distribution zones? Other shops? Anything?”

“Nothing. This is the only place.”

It was like they were daring them to raid. This group already knew their local spots. They’d shown that by firebombing their main shop on the east side. This was bigger than just a new player, this was a turf war.

“Don’t move on them. We need to know more. This is a trap. They’re baiting us into attacking. Call up our guy at the station. See what he can find out.”

Mateo nodded and left the little office, pulling his phone out as he closed the door behind him.

Sevana glanced again at the photo. The leg, severed at the knee, jut out of Carmen’s ass. She shuddered at whoever had thought to do that. He had to be a complete psycho.

Josh whistled along to the morning tunes as he whipped the eggs with the whisk. The frying pan was already sizzling with butter, and he had bowls set aside with diced peppers, onions, bacon bits, and cheese. He poured the eggs into the pan where it spit and quickly firmed up. He tilted the pan and poked at the mixture with a spatula until it became solid. Jennifer didn’t like them to be too runny, so he let it cook thoroughly before dropping in the ingredients and flipping it over.

Josh served the omelet onto a plate, garnishing it with ketchup, just how she liked it, and adding some fresh orange slices. He set it on the tray with fresh orange juice and cup of black tea, two sugar and no cream. He strolled down the hallway, balancing it on one hand, and knocked on the door.

“Good morning, princess. I have breakfast. Can I come in?”

“Of course, daddy,” came the response.

Josh entered and presented the tray, placing it at her bedside as she sat up. Her robe hung loose, her bare leg draped elegantly on the covers.

“Aw, daddy. You didn’t have to.”

Josh kissed her cheek, wiping away the little tear. She’d been getting more emotional lately.

“Anything for my sweet baby.” He then rubbed her abdomen, which had just started forming a bump. “And anything for my other sweet baby.”

Jennifer teared up again and held her arms out to him, wrapping them around his shoulders when he stepped into her hug. She rubbed her eyes against his shirt and sniffled.

What a sweet little angel.

He rocked her gently, rubbing small circles on her back and kissing her forehead.

“Shush, shush, it’s okay.”

“Can you hold me, Daddy? For just a while? Please, Daddy?”

“Of course.”

Josh half climbed, half crawled over her as she refused to let her grip go and lay on the bed beside her. Her soft brown eyes studied his face, drinking in every detail. She pulled herself close, every inch of her pressed against him. Her lips fluttered over his, a soft and sweet kiss.

Jennifer ran her palm across his smooth cheek, tracing along his jaw. He was so handsome, the perfect daddy. She could feel his love every time he throbbed inside her, and now that love would bloom into a beautiful flower. He deserved this happiness, to meet their child. He’d be there to hold them, to raise them, and love them like he hadn’t been able to do for her.

Josh kissed her cheek, the salt of her tears on them. His heart beat faster whenever she was in his arms. He couldn’t explain it. It just felt right. Like she was a missing piece of him.

“Daddy? Make love to me, please. I need to feel you inside me.”

Josh kissed her, opening his mouth to hers. He tugged at the robe, sliding it open, revealing her naked form beneath. He ran his hand along her smooth skin, sending tremors up her body. He reveled in her growing bust, gently squeezing it. He teased her as she whimpered in his mouth, her breath growing ragged.

Jennifer shivered in joy, his touch hot and welcoming. Daddy was always gentle, knowing exactly what drove her wild. He gave endless pleasure, and never asked for anything in return. But she had given herself, her body and soul to him. Daddy deserved his daughter’s unconditional love.

Jennifer opened his pants, softly running her fingers along his cock. It twitched in her hands, the tip already wet with excitement. It mirrored her own wetness, her pussy heating up and drooling at the thought of him inside her again. She rubbed his cock along her slit, raising one leg for him. She rubbed the tip against her clit, whimpering in his mouth as electricity coursed through her.

She couldn’t take it anymore. She placed his cock at her entrance, pressing her hips down to swallow the tip. Her tongue stopped as she gasped, the sensation of him pressing her open overwhelming her. She loved how he felt, how his cock parted her, how it rubbed against her tunnel, how it heated her up. Her mind went blank as a wave of ecstasy hit her.

Josh pressed against her, even as she froze and cried out softly. The little angel was on a hair trigger, and he loved watching her shake in rapture as she came. He was blessed that all the girls could cum so easily, but she was special. He wanted nothing more than to make her happy, and she was most content after he filled her. He couldn’t deny her anything.

Jennifer held tightly to Josh as he pressed further in, burying himself completely in her rippling tunnel. Even without moving, it felt like he was driving into her, her pussy pulsating and quivering around him.

Josh placed an arm under her leg, grabbing her behind and drawing her hips against him as he slowly thrust into her. He kissed her neck, nibbling on the sensitive skin. Her mouth hung open as she moaned, occasionally broken by a warbling cry as she came again. She was building to a big one, he could tell by how she clenched around him, how her fingers dug more insistently into his arms, how her voice climbed in octaves.

“Daddy, I love you so much. I’ll always be with you. We’ll have the perfect family. All of us, together.”

“I love you, my little princess. I’ll always be here.”

Jennifer gazed into his eyes as they panted, their breathing in unison. The world faded away, and only they remained, the perfect family. They never broke eye contact, even as her body shook, even as she clamped tightly around him, even as he throbbed deep within her. It was perfect, just like him.

Josh held her in his arms, stroking her hair as she cuddled close. He could spend an eternity like this with her.

“Are you happy, Daddy?”

He kissed the tip of her nose, eliciting a smile from her.

“The happiest I’ve ever been, princess.”

Jennifer snuggled closer, resting her head in the crook of his neck, breathing him in.

“I’m so happy, Daddy. But...”

“But what?”

“I’m worried about Allison. She loves you so much. But now I’m pregnant and she’s not. And Callie’s pregnant, too. I just ... I want her to be happy.”

The little angel of the house, always worrying about others. What had he done to deserve a little sweetheart like this?

Josh kissed her head and held her close.

“I’ll talk to her, princess. I want her to be happy, too.”

Slut shed her shirt, dropping it on the floor the moment she entered her apartment. The confining bra followed as she marched past the sparsely furnished living room. Next came the skirt, finally allowing her to feel like herself, and not like Lainy. Lainy’s fashion sense was ridiculous, full of conservative shirts and pants, with a handful of long skirts. Nothing sheer, nothing short, nothing that Master would like.

Slut undid the tight bun, tousling her hair to let her blonde locks flow. She paused in front of the full-length mirror in the bedroom. She had to admit one thing, Lainy had great taste in shoes. The four-inch heels accented her killer ass, though the panties needed to go. The bottoms of her cheeks peeked out from below the material. Not nearly short enough. Master liked thongs. Or nothing at all. He deserved easy access to his sluts.

Slut clicked her tongue as she shimmied out of the offending underwear. She’d need to buy something new. No one at the office would know, but she would feel the difference.

The click of the heels followed her to the bathroom. A quick shower to clean herself up and she was ready for what she needed to do next.

Slut paused, nearly forgetting Master’s gift. He was so thoughtful, wanting her to feel him even when he wasn’t inside her.

Slut opened the lacquered box, a shiny jeweled butt plug cushioned in red velvet. Lainy would never wear it, finding it demeaning, but Slut moaned lewdly as it spread her ass wide. She spread her cheeks wide, admiring the twinkling jewel in the mirror. She would do anything for Master. And soon, so would the others.

Slut wiggled her bottom against the bar chair, the vibrations traveling up the jeweled plug directly into her. She bit her lower lip, casting a coy glance at the woman across the bar. The tall brunette with sharp features let her short coat slip from a bare shoulder, using her tongue to pull the straw from her drink to her ruby lips, her blue eyes never leaving Slut’s.

Slut cast a glance at the bathroom, languidly running her finger down her neck, and along her collarbone. She looked back, holding her gaze as Slut slipped from the stool. Her hips swayed as she walked across the bar, looking over her shoulder.

The woman leaned to the man beside her, his eyes fixed on Slut’s ass, and said something. A stupid smile spread on his face. The woman stood, patting him on the shoulder as she followed Slut into the bathroom.

Slut stepped past the women primping at the sink, moving to the last stall, and waited inside. The squeak of the door told her she’d come, the clack of heels on the floor drawing closer. A lazy smile spread over her face as the brunette stepped into the stall, closing the door, and pressing Slut against the wall. The woman’s hands ran along Slut’s waist, dipping below her skirt and caressing her inner thigh. Slut’s moan easily carried through the small bathroom. The woman leaned down, nibbling on Slut’s neck before bringing her mouth close to Slut’s ear.

“What are you doing here, Lainy?” she whispered, the hand under Slut’s skirt checking for weapons.

Slut kissed her cheek, the wet smacking sound echoing in the stall. Women snickered as they exited, leaving the two of them alone.

“We’ve got a mole, Anya,” Slut whispered into her ear. “Julia’s gone.”

Anya pulled Slut against the stall wall, her hands roaming Slut’s body as she breathed quietly in her ear.

“Who?”

“Could be Michaels,” Slut whispered before moaning loudly again. Slut turned, pressing Anya back and biting at her neck hard enough to leave marks. “I have a safe house,” Slut mumbled. “Tell your friends you’re coming to my place to fuck me stupid.”

Anya grasped Slut’s face, kissing her hard, their lipstick smearing.

Slut could only chuckle at Anya’s attempts to mask her anxiety. The calm and measured Anya from the academy was panicking. Slut recognized that look, even as Anya tried to suppress it. Slut looked forward to seeing more of it.

They continued to loudly paw at each other, moaning and gasping whenever anyone came in. After an appropriate amount of time, Slut straightened out her skirt and left the stall, Anya beside her with her hand on Slut’s ass.

Back in the bar, they headed for the exit. Anya waved at her companions who all raised drinks and cheered uproariously.

Anya’s mind had been racing a mile a minute since Lainy had told her about the mole. She had played it off to the Russian gangsters she’d been with, likely buying herself a few days before they checked up on her. Hopefully, enough time to determine if her cover had been blown and expose the mole.

Anya stopped her leg from nervously shaking, taking a deep breath, and sipping at the tea Lainy had made. It was a much-needed distraction, the herbal concoction soothing her frayed nerves.

Slut mimed drinking from her cup, smiling as Anya continued to down the potent mixture. Master had shown her how effective it could be, and she had gleefully emptied the packets before serving it. A shiver of delight ran down her spine at bringing Master another Slut.

Anya eyed Lainy, sitting across from her sipping her own cup. She hadn’t recalled Lainy ever being quite this good at subterfuge, but she’d played up the horny slut perfectly. Maybe she’d figured her all wrong.

“Are you sure this place is clean?” Anya asked again. She’d looked through the one-bedroom apartment when she’d arrived, but that nagging doubt buzzed in the back of her mind.

“Yes. Short-term, cash only.” Lainy leaned over, topping off Anya’s tea. “No one knows about it. We’re safe here.”

“Tell me what happened to Julia,” Anya said, sipping at the hot tea. She tasted hints of strawberry. She’d need to ask about it when they weren’t in imminent danger.

Slut covered her mouth to hide the smirk spreading across her lips. Julia was well on her way to becoming a Slut as well. The only question was, who would crack first?

“I can’t tell you much without burning my own cover. I followed a money-trail, found some suspicious activity. I was going to report it, but after digging a bit deeper, I discovered it was Julia’s doing. I don’t know how she knew how to get to me, but she set up a dead drop. When I got there, the place was ransacked. Haven’t been able to get in contact with her since.”

There were too many gaps in the story for Anya to really believe, but if Lainy thought something was wrong, then it was probably true.

Anya sipped the tea again. “Why do you suspect Michaels?”

“I suspect everyone, but he’s in the best position to sell us out.”

That didn’t really make much sense, but Lainy seemed to be sure. Anya sipped her tea again, letting Lainy fill it once more.

Slut tried not to snicker as Anya glossed over the story. Julia had done no such thing. Slut had fed her the same story, luring her in and breaking her down. She was next door, the endless orgasms tearing through her mind.

“How did you find me?”

“Where else would you be put except with the Russians?”

True, Anya spoke fluently, looked the part, and had always expressed an interest in undercover work. It seemed reasonable that Lainy would figure that out. She was pretty sharp. She always had been. Anya’s memory of the class was fuzzy, but she remembered Lainy being so smart.

Slut watched as Anya’s eyes grew slowly unfocused, her body beginning to flush. Perhaps it was time to try some subtle suggestions.

“You must be getting warm, why don’t you take off the coat?”

It was getting awfully warm in the apartment. Anya shrugged off the short coat, the air feeling good against her bare shoulders. Her white crop tube top bound her C-cup bust, her nipples poking the soft material.

“Um, what were we talking about?” Anya asked, not clearly recalling why she was here. She’d be absolutely lost if Lainy weren’t here. She could trust Lainy.

Lainy poured her more tea, those pretty brown eyes of hers twinkling. “Oh, nothing important. I love your top, by the way.”

Anya smiled as Lainy took a seat beside her, Lainy’s tender hand stroking the material over her nipple. “Thanks. I really like how it feels. It’s nice being able to dress more daringly under a new persona.”

Lainy brought her face closer, the smell of strawberries on her breath. “I know, right? I love being free to dress how I want, to act like who I’m meant to be. You should embrace who you really are.”

Anya nodded excitedly. Of course, Lainy would understand.

Lainy continued to touch the shirt, Anya’s nipples growing hard. “Like in the bathroom. That was so thrilling, wasn’t it? So close, and so honest.”

Anya’s lips parted, her breath growing more ragged. Lainy had been so good in the bathroom. She could have sworn that Lainy was there to fuck her brains out. She was just that good. The perfect agent.

“Didn’t you like that, Anya? Being who you were supposed to be? Didn’t it feel good?”

Anya moaned, biting her lower lip. It had felt good. Lainy was so soft and hot to the touch. She could still taste Lainy on her lips.

“Tell me, who do you want to be? In this moment? Anya, the strict and severe woman, or a woman who’s free to be who she wants to be?”

Anya shuddered as Lainy played with her nipple. Anya ran a hand along Lainy’s supple leg, stroking her inner thigh. “What ... what do you think I should be?”

“I’m so glad you asked me. You can trust me. I’ll always lead you to the right answer.”

She was so lucky to have Lainy taking care of her ... wasn’t she? Something seemed ... off. Anya wasn’t sure what it was, but there was something she was supposed to be doing.

Slut clicked her tongue at Anya’s wavering eyes. Not quite enough.

“Here, drink some more tea. You look thirsty.” Slut held the teacup to Anya’s lips, tipping it forward slightly. “There you go, drink it all up.”

Anya licked her lips, letting her worries slip away. Lainy put the cup down, returning her gaze. She ran her fingertips along Anya’s cheek, making her shiver in delight.

“Now, would you like to kiss me?” Lainy asked quietly.

Anya panted as Lainy ran her hand along her neck, down the swell of her chest, and across the flat of her belly, all without breaking eye contact.

“Would you like that?” she asked again.

Anya closed her eyes, leaning in, their lips connecting. That soft warmth opened against her, letting their tongues dance and play. Anya moaned as the kiss grew fiercer, Lainy’s hands wandering her body, making her tremble with need.

Her entire body tingled, her nipples like diamonds, under Lainy’s gentle touch. Anya leaned back when Lainy reached for her pants, unsnapping the tight button and drawing down the zipper. Anya whimpered as fingers traveled down her soft bush and began to rub between her wet lips. She jolted as Lainy bumped her clit, gasping and moaning as she drew little circles around it before pressing a finger into her hot tunnel.

Anya’s head rolled back, her body shuddering as those digits curled inside her, every motion setting off fireworks in her brain. She panted heavily, her vision narrowing as a wave grew within her.

“And who do you want to be,” Lainy asked, slowly kissing along her neck. “Anya? Or Slut?”

Anya cried out, her legs shaking as she neared release. But then Lainy’s fingers stopped moving, leaving it at a maddening edge, just out of reach.

“Choose. Slut gets everything she wants. Anya goes back to her apartment, desperately fingering herself imagining how much better Slut has it.”

“Guh, please Lainy, I’m so close.”

Lainy drew her tongue along Anya’s jaw, licking her way to her ear where she nibbled it. “You just have to choose. Anya? Or Slut?”

Anya grit her teeth, bucking her hips against the fingers that refused to give her the release so needed. “Slut! Please! I’m Slut. I need it!”

Anya screamed in rapture, her eyes rolling up as Lainy’s fingers quickly drove her over the edge. Her body tensed, her tunnel clamping wetly over the intruders, sucking them deeper in even as her body shuddered uncontrollably.

“Such a good Slut,” Lainy cooed into her ear, still curling her fingers and rubbing her clit with her thumb. “Slut gets everything she needs. Do you want another orgasm?”

“Yes! Please!”

Lainy’s fingers pumped relentlessly into her soaked twat, sending jolts of electricity non-stop through her.

“Say it again.”

“I’m Slut! Oh God! I’m cumming again!”

Anya lost track of time, her body craving more, and Lainy giving it to her. Being Slut was amazing, a non-stop wave of ecstasy. By the time Lainy withdrew her fingers and sucked on them, Anya could barely think straight. Her throat was parched, and Lainy gave her more tea.

“Why don’t you take off your clothes and put this on?” Lainy held out a leather collar with the words ‘SLUT’ printed in steel plates across it. “Doesn’t this look nice?”

It did look very nice. It was probably soft. Lainy would have seen to that. Lainy had a good fashion sense.

“O ... okay,” Anya stammered, pulling off her sweat-soaked clothing. They pooled at the floor, her brown hair flowing free over one shoulder, the tips tickling her erect nipple. She reached for the collar, but Lainy pulled it away.

“That’s not how Slut asks for things,” she chided. “Do it properly.”

Anya knelt on the floor, placing her hands on her knees, and gazing up. “Please, Lainy, may I have the collar?”

“Alright, but when you’re wearing this collar, I’m no longer Lainy. You can call me...” she thought for a while, tapping her finger against her pursed lips. “Slut One.”

“I understand. Please, may I have the collar, Slut One?”

Slut, no, Slut One felt a shiver run down her spine. What a good Slut in training. Maybe she would pass the test to become Slut Two. Or maybe it would be Julia. If only Master were here to watch her break them. He would be so proud of her. He would tell her what a good Slut she was. He’d choke her with his cock, letting her breathe only when he desired, taking complete control of her, and owning her.

Slut One stepped forward, pulling the collar tight against Slut’s throat.

“Now, we should make sure you remember your name, shouldn’t we, Slut?”

Anya took little gasps, unable to breathe deeply, and every one of those gasps made her pussy tingle. “Yes, Slut One. I’m Slut.”

Slut One kneeled down, running her palm along Slut’s cheek. “Oh, you say that, but I don’t think you really mean it. Not yet at least.” She stood and pointed at the couch. “Up on all fours Slut.”

Anya climbed up, looking back for more orders.

“Upper body resting on the back, hands behind your back, spread your legs.”

Anya did so, her juices run down her thighs. Cold metal surrounded her wrists, cuffing them in place.

Slut One squeezed her thighs together, dripping wet with what she was going to do to her. The tea was good for suggestion, but she needed something more. She wasn’t Master, who could break a woman by just looking at her. No, she needed something else. And Natalie had given her the answer.

Anya panted, the wait too agonizing. Her legs quivered in anticipation. She closed her eyes, imagining Slut One stripping her clothes, showing off her beautiful body with those soft curves. Her nipples erect, and her clit poking from its hood, pussy leaking as she stared at Anya’s pink pussy spread wide for her.

Slut One had stripped and pulled out one of Natalie’s strap-ons perfect for the situation. It was a long and wide rubbery monster, perfect for pounding Sluts into submission. The key, though, was the hose. It connected with a special mixture of J-drops and fake cum that would leave Slut forgetting who she was after cumming over and over. It wasn’t as good as Master, but it would do the job until Master could finish it.

Anya gasped, a tiny orgasm running through her as something slick rubbed her pussy. It felt impossibly large as it butted against her tight hole. Her hips swayed as that pressure built, the massive thing trying to squeeze into her. She shivered with every pulse, Slut One’s hands on her hips as they pulled her back harder.

Slut One marveled at the petite hole as it stretched wider to accommodate the monster cock. The slick pink lips suckled at the tip, the pressure pushing back on the clit vibrator buzzing against her. Was this how Master felt, watching his huge cock split her open?

The air slipped from Anya’s lungs as her hole slipped over the massive tip. She ached at being stretched so wide, the elastic material of the cock compressing with every spasm of her pussy. Little high-pitched whimpers escaped her after every inch slid further into her, forcing her wider the deeper it went. Her entire tunnel ached with pleasure.

Slut One shook as half the cock slid into Slut, an orgasm shooting through her at the thought of Master splitting her open like this. She clutched tight to her hips, steadying herself and pushing deeper. Finally, the resistance increased. She’d pushed in as far as Slut went.

Anya quivered, her pussy quaking as it clamped around the massive intruder, caressing it as her pussy squelched around it. She gasped, her vision narrowing as she grew light-headed, her legs threatening to collapse.

A burning slap across her ass brought her back, the shock of the hit traveling up her back even as her pussy clenched. Another crack, and she cried out as her body tensed, so close to cumming again. A third strike, harder than the last, ripped through her, vibrating her clit, and sending her into a screaming orgasm. Warmth spread in her pussy, filling her even more, blowing her up. She lay, mouth open, over the back of the couch, desperately trying to catch her breath as her body convulsed in one, long orgasm.

Slut One shook as she came again, squeezing the cum mixture through the hose and bathing Slut’s insides white. The cock was so crammed in that it couldn’t even escape, letting it gather deep inside where it pooled. She grinned as the pack emptied, pressing her hips against Slut’s again. The cock pressed back hard against her clit, but it slowly packed deeper into Slut to her gurgling cries of ecstasy.

Anya’s mind had gone blank, only a white light remained before her as her body greedily sucked more into her stuffed pussy. She could feel it in her stomach, that massive size compressing inside her.

Crack

The pain on her ass cheek partially cleared the fog in her head.

“What’s your name?”

Crack

Anya opened her mouth, but nothing came out as she was racked again with an orgasm.

Crack

“What’s your name?”

Anya mouthed ‘slut’, but no words came out.

CRACK

“What.” CRACK “Is.” CRACK “Your.” CRACK “NAME!”

“Sssss...” she hissed, trying to articulate the word.

The pressure in her womb slackened, the motion of the retreating cock rubbing her walls sending her into another fit of shakes as she came.

“Slu...”

The cock slammed back, harder than before, making her vision go black.

“Slut...” she groaned quietly.

She gasped, the cock pulling back farther before slamming deeper still. Slut One’s hips were pressed against her ass, grinding that massive cock inside her. Slut One leaned over, pulling her head back and looking deep into her eyes.

“Say it again,” Slut One ordered.

“Slut,” she replied, barely able to make herself heard.

Slut One grunted as she thrust again. “Again.”

“Slut!” she cried, only Slut One’s face swimming in her vision.

“Again!”

“SLUUUUUUT!” Slut let out a wailing cry as she shook.

Slut. Slut. Slut. She repeated it with every thrust. Slut. Slut. Slut

It was the only thing running through her mind as she collapsed. Slut.

Slut blearily opened her eyes. At least, she tried. Her cheek was pressed into a plastic mattress, only allowing her to open one eye. Her ass was high in the air, with stiff pillows stacked beneath her hips. Her hands were still cuffed behind her back, but now her ankles and knees were bound as well with some kind of rod to prevent her from widening or closing her legs.