Chapter 5: Via, Freedom

Note: Mary gave Mark's sister Via to be her sex slave. Thursday, June 27th, 2013 – Avialle "Via" Willard – South Hill, WA

"Listen carefully, Avialle," my Mistress said to me as we sat on our bed. She used my full name and held my hands gently and lovingly. I was lost gazing in her hazel eyes.

I had only been Antsy's slave for a week-and-a-half. My former Mistress, Mary, had given me to this wonderful, outgoing woman. Before me, Antsy hadn't had a lot of experience with women, and I was her guide into the delights only one woman could impart to another. We kissed, sucked, and licked every inch of the other's delectable flesh, and my Mistress was generous enough to share her urine with me, filling my mouth with her delicious piss at least twice a day.

"Okay, Mistress," I answered with a smile. She was so beautiful with a heart-shaped face; luxurious, black hair that I loved to stroke; big eyes; and plump, oh-so-kissable lips. My heart beat faster. Her hands were warm silk on mine and her spicy perfume left me feeling heady; I was drunk on her. Those lips were so inviting.

I leaned in to kiss her.

Her finger pressed against my lip. "Wait, we have something very important to discuss." She took a deep breath. "For the next twenty-four hours you are free to make your own decisions and you are not under my control."

My thoughts suddenly cleared, a fog dissolving in the light of the morning sun. "I ... what..." My cheeks colored as I remembered the last week-and-a-half. "Oh, damn. What did you do to me?"

Antsy shifted uncomfortably. "My future sister-in-law, well, she mind-controlled you. And I ... I've come to care for you. You're a wonderful, exciting woman and I just don't feel like forcing you to anything, even if you enjoyed it. Deep inside me, I could just feel how wrong it was."

I bit my lip, my thoughts whirling. "Now what?" Should I be angry? I was only confused.

"I want you to think about this last week. If you want to be free, I'll set you free," Antsy answered. "Just ... I think you're wonderful and I'm very sorry for my role in what happened to you. But I want to keep being your Mistress."

I swallowed. I was made her slave. I enjoyed being her slave. I want to kiss those lips. I want to claw out her eyes. "Shit," I muttered. "I ... fucking shit."

Then I fled.

My beat-up, shitty Honda civic survived yesterday's attack with only a single bullet hole. The bullet hole was hard to spot in the dented, right fender. It had been scary when the nun-controlled SWAT officers attacked Mark's house.

I put that out of my mind. I hopped into my car, started the engine, and drove off.

I was so confused. I needed to talk with someone. I texted Diane; she'd know what to do. I knew Diane from a lesbian club in Tacoma, the Clam Diver. In fact, Diane and introduced me to Mary. They were friends, which kind of concerned me. But I also trusted Diane. I knew she would help me out.

"Cum over sugar," Diane texted back. "Got a few girls over. Will figure out."

It took me about a half-hour to drive to Diane's apartment in Fife. I had to fight through the notoriously bad traffic on Pacific Highway to get there. She lived up on the second floor and I climbed the concrete stairs quickly, breathing heavily as I knocked on her doors.

"Hey, Via," Diane smiled as she opened her door, a glass of white wine in her hand. "Come in."

Diane had thick, curly black hair that fell about her shoulders and framed a porcelain face set with pouty lips and deep, brown eyes. She was dressed casually, a flowery top that left most of her shoulders and chest bare, held up only by a pair of spaghetti straps and a tight pair of white jeans.

I gave her a quick hug and a peck on the cheek and followed her in. "Hi," I said to the two women. I recognized both from the club. The first I always had thought of as Orange because of the garish shade she dyed her hair, but Diane introduced her as Kristina. The other girl, Sarai, was a dusky-skinned, Arab woman with a nice, round set of tits that filled out a bustier-like halter top. I had never buried my face between those tits, but I had wanted to; Sarai could be a shy girl at times.

Diane produced a glass of wine and sat me down on the couch between her and Sarai. "Now, what's the problem you're having? Is it that girl you brought to the club last week?"

I nodded my head. "Antsy."

Kristina giggled, "What kind of name is Antsy?"

"What's wrong with that?" I found myself snapping defensively. "It's cute! Short for Samantha."

"Sorry," Kristina muttered. "It's just not ... well..." she sighed. "Sorry. I always seem able to insert foot into mouth with alarming ease."

"I ... yeah, it's okay," I muttered. "God, how do I explain it. You know Mary, right, Diane?"

A smile crept up on her lips. "Umm, isn't she just delicious."

"That's the redhead with the gorgeous, emerald eyes?" Kristina asked. "Oh, god she was amazing. I remember that dance I shared with her ... Fuck, that was hot! I came right there on the dance floor humping her thigh."

Diane's laugh was rich, fond. "That was a fun night."

"Well, you know she can get people to do things, right? You've seen the news. The miracle."

"The Hoax?" Kristina asked. "Yeah, I had a good chuckle."

"That wasn't a hoax. I was there. Antsy is Mark's sister, and we both watched him get shot and lie their dying before he came back to life. Mark and Mary have powers. You've all seen the news about what Mark can do. They both can makes people do things. And they made me Antsy's sex slave."

"Really?" Sarai asked, an excited glint popping into her dark eyes. "I mean, that sounds awful."

Diane gave Sarai a side-long glance. "I think we have a budding sub here. Do you want to be my little slave?"

"Um, no," Sarai answered, shifting on the couch. Her nipples gave away the lie of her words as they were suddenly dimpling her top.

"Anyway, Antsy freed me from their control. She feels it's wrong to make me her slave against my will. She's falling for me or something. So she gave me the choice: freedom or slavery."

"That's kinda romantic," Sarai sighed.

"Really?" I asked. "I don't know. Making someone your slave doesn't feel that romantic to me."

"But she set you free," Sarai pressed on excitedly. "She wants you to submit to her willingly."

"I think someone really wants to be dominated," purred Diane. "I can tie you up, if you want?"

Sarai flushed.

"Well, Via, what do you want?" Diane asked me.

"I don't know," I muttered. "It's all mixed up inside me. She's beautiful, fun, out-going, everything I like in a girlfriend. Even knowing they forced me to be her slave, I had fun with her."

"Could you live without ever seeing Antsy again?" Diane asked me.

Could I? A pang filled my heart just thinking about not seeing her again. I downed my wine in a single gulp.

"Another?" Diane asked.

"I think so," I sighed.

Diane grabbed the glass and disappeared into her kitchen for a moment; my eyes couldn't help but follow the sway of her curvy ass. When Diane came back she had a naughty smile painted on her porcelain face.

I took the drink from her and then almost spilled it as Diane's hand lashed out and grabbed Sarai's black hair, yanking the girl violently off the couch and throwing her to the beige carpet. The Arab woman sputtered, staring up at Diane in surprise and something else.

Was that lust I saw in Sarai's dark eyes?

"What was that for, Diane?" Sarai gasped.

Diane pushed her bare foot into Sarai's mouth, violently sticking her toes into the poor girls lips. "Suck them, slut!" Diane commanded.

Kristina slid next to me; her perfume was light, flowery, intoxicating. I could feel her excited breath on my neck, the lust trembling through her body as she pressed against me. Her hand found my bare thigh beneath my skirt; passion ignited within me.