Woman

It bothered me that I was even more comfortable with the toilet this morning than the previous night. Could they already have programmed my mind? I simply had no way to know. Most of my reactions seemed as I would expect but I was still thinking Betwan and English was a bit more difficult to dredge up. On the other hand I rationally knew that so far absolutely no chance for escape had presented itself. Until that moment arrived the more comfortable I was with myself the more likely I would be to recognize it.

Aneeka was much more touchy-feely during this morning’s shower. She pressed up behind me after soaping my back, her nipples poking me, her hands going around me to lather soap across my tits. I still jumped when she ventured between my legs and then my cheeks.

She bit my earlobe then whispered, “Are you starting to realize that serving Master isn’t the awful thing you first imagined?”

She didn’t seem to expect an answer, just wanted me to think about the question.

“He’s looking forward to meeting you, I talked with him this morning, it won’t be much longer,” She finished soaping me then rinsed me off before getting another set of fresh towels.

I trembled as Aneeka lowered me into the salon chair. I remembered how she had touched me before, how she had touched me later in the library.

She cleaned my hair again, doing just as thorough and just as tender a job as yesterday. Today, though, after finishing with the dryer she took the time to brush my hair, fixing it in place with some very light spray.

And then the part I was worried about. The bench split apart, I thought about keeping my legs closed but again until my chance for escape presented itself I needed to be the obedient little captive. Aneeka stepped between my legs, there was even less to shave today than yesterday. Nevertheless she did a complete job - including between my ass cheeks again.

She may have touched me more in the shower but she actually did less while shaving me today. I was somewhat relieved until she took something else out from under the bench.It was a short screw-cap bottle, perhaps an inch and a half deep and three in diameter. There was a round brush with a wooden handle. I was expecting a liquid but the material was actually some kind of powder.

“What, what’s that?”

“Mama’s Secret Helper,” she showed me the bottle cap, that’s actually what it was called. Aneeka wiped a very small amount of the stuff next to either side of my mound and also the underside of my breasts.

“Okay, but what is it?”

“That’s mama’s secret. Master really likes the smell.”

Aneeka wheeled me into a completely different room. Cables dangled from the ceiling in several places, I eyed them nervously when Aneeka stopped me directly below one. My nervousness was not helped when she wrapped a slip-knot style collar around my neck like a dog’s choke collar. She snapped some kind of lock through the ring in the end of the collar and a loop attached to the cable. The excess cable pulled away, placing that lock out of my reach. I finally understood why she was doing this when Aneeka released my wrists from the bar. It was such a relief to be able to move my arms that for the moment I didn’t even mind the cable. I stretched and rolled my arms, rubbed my eyes, all those little things I couldn’t do that had been driving me crazy.

Aneeka returned from the corner, it was instantly clear why my bindings had been changed. I was to be dressed, having my wrists bound would have interfered. I was so happy to be covered - even though I suspected I would soon be stripped by this mysterious ‘Master’ - that I didn’t resist at all even after seeing what I was to wear. I have no idea where the underthings came from, they certainly weren’t mine - my drawers were full of entirely utilitarian underthings. The panties were black, lacy, not a true thong but still cut well off the hips both in front and back; The bra matched the panties in color and their lacy style - I was both surprised at the perfect fit and not. Next a black garter belt - I had never worn one before, always using pantyhose instead of stockings - was placed around my waist. She rolled thigh-high black stockings up my legs; I suspected they were actual silk. They were held in place with red garters. I was relieved that modest one-inch heels had been chosen, the thought of being stuck in four or five inch stilettos was enough to make my ankles throb. The outer clothes came straight from my own closet, which pretty much confirmed where I had been captured. An executive power outfit that showed off my feminine figure while remaining conservative in cut and coverage; A dark gray over-the-knee skirt, a white blouse that showed no cleavage and a jacket that matched the skirt. The jacket remained unzipped. Regardless, I was very thankful to be dressed.

I dared not resist when Aneeka moved to re-bind my wrists, it would have been trivial for her to tighten the collar and choke me. Besides, while she might be the face of my predicament she was by no means its author. I took a deep breath after she removed that loop, it had been a constant irritant even worse than the prisoner rack.

I was very surprised when Aneeka hooked cables to the ends of the prisoner rack’s bar, I had expected that we would go somewhere else but apparently not. Just as surprising was when the bar unhooked one at a time from the uprights; Aneeka wheeled them off into the corner.

Aneeka returned, standing very close. Close enough that she rested her hands on my hips while staring into my eyes. I couldn’t go anywhere when she leaned in and kissed me. It was a very soft kiss, other than the way it lingered it might not have bothered me.

“Now you meet Master. You are in for something very special.”

She left walking behind me. Just as she was about to exit the lights changed; I was surrounded by an incredibly bright light, focused into a circle perhaps five feet in diameter. I could no longer see any of the walls.

Machinery worked; I heard the click-click-click of gears and chain from somewhere above me, the bar was pulled toward the ceiling. I let out a sigh of relief when it stopped just short of pulling my arms straight.

A man stepped out from the shadows - it was an incredible shock seeing that his was the face of the prince from the book Aneeka and I read yesterday! He was pushing a wheeled table, it was oiled well enough that it was almost silent on the slick floor. He stopped the table to my front-right just inside the circle of light, the top was low enough that I could easily see the contents. I trembled seeing a variety of torture instruments. Paddles, whips, tongs and things I had no name for, things I didn’t even wish to try imagining their use.

He stepped behind me, wrapping one strong arm around my waist, his hand flat on my belly, pulling me tight against his torso, “What would your co-workers think, Miss Linda Piance?” his use of my name was mocking, “What would Grant think if he saw you bound like this?”

The thought of Grant Collins the Third seeing me here was too much. He would have been more than happy to take advantage of the situation. I had rebuffed numerous advances from him, a fact that I believed had cost me deserved promotions.

Another hand joined the first, both moved to my chest, kneading me through my blouse and bra. My open jacket presented no obstacle, my nipples were hard, straining to get free, “It does excite you,” my captor whispered.

“I saw you standing at your balcony door looking out over the city one night. You were so alone but so very beautiful. That was when I decided you would be mine.” He slid one hand down, he stroked my legs through my skirt and hose, “You were wearing a blue slip, sipping a glass of wine.”

He began to tug my tight skirt up, leaving it bunched around my waist. “Have you had a man between your legs, the pain then pleasure of being taken, your soft curves flattening beneath him, your slick flesh wrapping around him?”

“Nooo,” my voice was almost a moan; I blushed when I realized the question I had just answered.

“I am not surprised. You put on quite the show a couple days ago, shaving your pussy then frigging yourself. Were you thinking of anyone in particular?”

“/How could he possibly have seen that?/”

my captor raised his hand to my neck tracing an imaginary collar, “And what about last night? Did you squirm during the little show I arranged?”

“Was she really a virgin?”

“I don’t know, I wasn’t there. Does it matter? If she was she certainly isn’t now,” his hand trailed away.

He picked up a metallic circle from the clutter. I was very confused when I realized that it was a collar - Aneeka had insisted several times that only slaves wore collars, that we were not slaves. She had said something else had been chosen for me, something she wouldn’t tell. He held the band so that the light shown full upon it. There was a hinge on one side but the other only had a flush seam. Whatever locked it together was hidden inside.

I shivered looking at the collar. Etched marks glinted in the torchlight but even though I had been taught to read Betwa I could not read this script, it was something else. The writing was shallow with thick lines. It might have been an older form, some of the letters bore similarities to the Betwan alphabet I knew.

“It reads ‘Nallen’s Pet’. I trust you are smart enough to guess the rest.”

I breathed a sigh of relief when Nallen dropped the collar back to the table. My relief didn’t last. My unease skyrocketed to new heights when he picked up a wicked looking knife. The handle was large and solid but the blade was short, only a couple inches long. It was thick from edge to back; the end curved along a quarter circle forming a needle sharp point. Nallen moved closer and I felt faint, if I were not bound standing I am sure I would have crumpled.

He let the tension grow for a few moments. I stood stock still, going so far as to hold my breath. He slipped the blade between my blouse and the first button. The knife must have been extremely sharp, the few threads let go with what seemed no pressure at all. Nallen let it fly away, I heard it hit the wall in front and to my side. I relaxed a little as Nallen used the small knife to remove the remaining buttons. He wasted no time doing it, moving straight from one button to the next but was careful not to nick (or even poke) me.

With the last button gone Nallen set the knife aside then tugged the blouse free from where it was tucked in at my waist. He stepped in close, his hands slid under the loose cloth circling around me. He leaned down putting his lips next to my ear, his breath hot on my skin, I was unable to stop the trembles, “That’s right, I know right now it is fright but it will become excitement soon Enough. What’s the sexiest thing you’ve done prior to being captured?”

Nallen sucked at my ear as I tried to collect myself enough to answer, I was too flustered to deny him. He freed the clasp holding my bra closed and returned to stroking my lower back.

“My ... my high school boyfriend sucked my nipples and I jacked him off once.”

“He didn’t touch your pussy?”

“I was too scared, and then the next day his talk with his pals got back to me.” I realized with a bit of trepidation that I had been leaning against Nallen, his gentle touch had lulled my sense of danger. It was that experience, particularly the next day that had made me focus on school. If I couldn’t trust I would just have to do for myself.

“A common enough story.” He stepped back taking up the knife again. Nallen ran the dull outer rim of the curved blade up my belly then my lower chest, flipping it over when he reached the center of my bra. He was just about to make the slice when he reconsidered, moving to first the left shoulder strap and then the right. Only after cutting the two shoulder straps did he slice through the center, the ruined garment slapped against the inside of my blouse before falling to my feet.

Nallen stood considering the sleeves on my blouse for a few seconds but change his mind; he set the knife back on the table before loosening my skirt, first the belt and then the buttons, the light gray cloth tube slid over my wide hips and down my legs with a rustling sigh, joining my wrecked bra. He stepped back, examining me standing there in his room, bound with my wrists above my head, clad in loosened blouse, panties, garter belt and stockings. The black cloth of the last three and the red of the actual garters severe against my pale skin. I shifted back and forth, glad for the padding under my almost bare feet.

“It may surprise you, Miss Piance, but I only rarely enjoy causing pain, Tonight will show you the main exception. It is special indeed to introduce a young woman to the delights of physical intimacy.”

“Have experience with that, hmmm?”

A pained shadow crossed his face, “Once ... very special circumstances, a ... friend ... I’ll tell you later.”

I decided not to press, just the way Nallen spoke I knew it was a very personal memory.

Nallen looked to the side, pulling a rectangular frame draped in black cloth in front of me. It was a little taller than myself, perhaps a foot wider than my shoulders. The fact that it was thin front to back made me somewhat less nervous. He walked behind me, holding a cord attached to the cloth near the top edge of the frame. I whimpered and closed my eyes for a moment as he stood close against my back. Nallen tugged on the cord and the cloth fluttered to the floor revealing a polished mirror. I gasped seeing myself standing bound, helpless and yes, beautiful.

He dropped the cord, his hands going to my waist then higher; He cupped my full bare breasts. My straining nipples tingled under his touch. “Did you enjoy the little show earlier? Have you been imagining what it is like?”

I could only whisper, “Yes.”

“Very good, not lying - to either of us - is very good. After tonight you won’t have to wonder.”

One of his hands left off massaging me, teasing over my stomach and then down the outside of my panties. I gasped in surprise when I realized just how wet they were, until then I had not noticed. Oh how I wanted to close my legs around his hand to stop his exploration but I didn’t dare. The cloth was plastered to my mound and provided no protection against his touch.

“Last night was weird,” I blurted out.

“How so?” There was curiosity in his voice, not at all the mocking tones I would have expected.

“In stories the men only care about themselves, last night wasn’t like that at all.”

He chuckled, “Ah, ah, we have discovered it is far easier to teach using pleasure than pain. Pain is useful to get a girl’s attention, Miss Piance, but it is pleasure that molds her into a sexy desirable woman. That is also why while you will likely be embarrassed at times you should never feel humiliation. Pain is fleeting but hurt - emotional hurt that is - rarely heals clean.”

“He knew I was there, didn’t he?”

“Of course, Nicko enjoys having an audience.”

“And what about Neil? I was surprised to watch that.”

“Relanna /really/ enjoys an audience. I’m sure it was an extra thrill for her, taking Neil while knowing you had yet to meet me.”

“Ha! She said it was for Neil, that he’d earned it somehow. What about you, do you like being watched?”

“Ah, no. Not like that anyway.”

Nallen kissed the back of my neck, his lips so warm, so soft; I shivered when he reached around and picked up the knife yet again. Starting at my wrist he made short work of my left sleeve, my blouse fell to hang from my right arm. A few seconds later that too was gone.

I stared at myself in the mirror, I was bound and on display, now clad only in black panties, thigh high stocking and garter belt. My thoughts turned back to what it would be like, to feel my virgin flesh stretch hot and tight and slick around him. I was more than just aware that it would happen. I was no longer even thinking of ways to avoid it. I licked my suddenly dry lips.

Nallen walked around to my front, at the same time he worked on his cuff buttons. I watched him undress, I felt both terrified and mesmerized. He was so careful in his actions, He took the time to fold each garment. He ended up with a neat tidy pile unlike my ruined clothing which still lay strewn about. His muscles stood out as though he were a statue of a Greek god come to life.

I trembled when his attention returned to me, powerful and predatory. I was in his thrall and we both knew it. Nallen was as relaxed as I was wound tight.

His cock came into view; He was already erect. I couldn’t help the thoughts that came unbidden to my mind, I imagined myself pinned beneath him, my thighs trapped outside his strong hips. I whimpered when my imagination reached the point of my soft flesh stretching to accept his demand for entry. I was not afraid or angry; no, nothing like that. I knew I should be furious but somehow that option had been erased- replaced by growing excitement.

Nallen stepped closer; I let my eyes droop shut. One hand covered my almost bare ass, my nipples ached as they pressed into his solid chest. His free hand raised my chin. He drew me tight to his body, his hard cock was hot against my belly and then he kissed me, his lips were hungry upon mine, his tongue dipped between. I moaned and his tongue ventured deeper, teasing mine for a few seconds then withdrew. My breath caught when he pulled me full against his chest, his hard cock throbbed between us. My nipples tingled where we rubbed and there was a burning emptiness low in my belly, and emptiness I knew Nallen would soon fill.

He used both hands to free my garter belt, the dangling weight drew the stockings down around my ankles. I kicked my feet a couple times managing to free myself leaving me bare except for my panties. Somehow that accentuated my helpless condition more than if I were fully bared. He stepped close again, my puckered nips rubbed across his chest. His arms wrapped around me, both hands slipped down the back of the panties. I moaned as Nallen squeezed my bare ass. His lips captured mine once more, my pussy throbbed; I whimpered, wishing he would get on with things and extinguish the terrible fire burning in my belly.

Nallen stepped behind me, one hand trailed over my hip then encircled my waist, his eyes met mine in the mirror. His hand moved higher, his fingers brushed feather-light over the outer curve of my breast then tugged at my plump nipple. The other slid down the valley between my thighs pressing against my mound through the dampened panties. I tried stepping back, to press closer but Nallen simply laughed and moved away. My bound wrists would not allow a second step.

“Very nice, Miss Piance. Now it is time for you to choose: Are you going to resist or will you surrender to the inevitable? I’m going to free your wrists, if you behave I will continue to be gentle but if you choose to fight things won’t be nearly so pleasant.”

Nallen’s hands traveled up my arms, the motion drew my bare back against his broad chest.

I started panting, feeling lightheaded.

He paused for a couple seconds with his hands around my wrists, The cuffs were freed. For the first time since I had been captured I was not chained to anything.

My panting grew heavier and then it was all too much. I crumpled unconscious.

I came to cradled in Nallen’s arms, he was just walking into a well lit bedroom dominated by the largest bed I had ever seen. Counting the pillows it could easily sleep five or six. Still feeling a bit groggy I relaxed against Nallen’s chest for the few seconds it took to cross the open room then jerked back to wakefulness when a stray thought intruded; After a wild look around I relaxed again, if there were a hidden watcher she was much better concealed than I had been the previous night.

I glanced up only to see Nallen was not Watching me, “I ... I’m sorry.”

Nallen bent down giving my lips a quick peck, “don’t worry about it. Although that’s not quite the way I hoped to make you pass out.”

For a moment as Nallen knee-walked onto the mattress I thought he was about to drop me, I reached without thought wrapping an arm around his neck. The tingling jolt that shot through my bare nipples was a sharp reminder that I was almost naked, and that I only had the panties because Nallen had yet to take them.

Nallen lowered me to the middle of the gigantic bed, pressing me into the forgiving surface with his weight. He scrunched down and kiss me again. His tongue pressed passed my lips, which had parted without my even thinking about it. My tongue joined his; I arched my back to press myself against his body, my excitement boiled hotter than ever.

He stretched out beside me while deepening the kiss; I sucked in a breath when he grazed his fingers to rest over my navel.He tugged at my lips while teasing over my lower chest. I pulled at Nallen’s neck as our kissing continued, his hand slid higher, cupping my far titty.

I barely noticed when Nallen moved his hand to my knee but my attention focused laser-sharp when he started moving higher brushing up the smooth expanse of my inner thigh. I mewled in disappointment after he skipped passed my throbbing mound. My mewl turned to a gasp of surprise bare seconds later when he reversed course, sliding inside the panties over my bare flesh underneath. His fingers were much bigger than Aneeka’s - also much courser - but still his touch was very gentle. I trembled and shook; to my amazement my nipples grew even harder. I couldn’t help rocking my hips trying to increase the pressure.Nallen’s touch also made me realize how wet I had already become.