Chapter 24: Training Anna

Anna was out of breath. She raced through the ritual of getting undressed and oiling her naked body before crawling into Villa. She almost tore her skirt when the zipper got stuck. It left her balancing on one bare foot.

"I did it, Mistress!" she gulped. "I went there and did it."

Angique looked up from her sketchbook, smiling and yet almost embarrassed by this grown up woman acting like a breathless girl. Her eyes followed Anna's hasty hands spreading fragrant oil all over her body. It turned tanned skin into glowing copper. The liquid highlights shifted with every move; darkness set off her valleys and niches.

"You did," Angique chuckled. "Bravo, my little daredevil." Her hands came together in a slow, mocking applause. "Now crawl over here and tell me about it."

Anna's face was flushed with excitement as she settled at Angique's feet, hugging the tall leather boots.

"I drove there in my pick up truck, totally naked as you ordered, but for the old Stetson hat and my snakeskin riding boots. Knowing where I live, you must excuse me for taking the shotgun with me, strapped to the back of the cabin — and my cousin Mary, who kept repeating how silly she thought the adventure was. But I know she is like me — she grinned all the way there."

Anna's breathing was still ragged when she started her story. Angique removed strands of hair from her upturned face. She was amazed by the childish excitement of a woman she had always regarded as mature and reserved. It was hard to imagine her driving down to a porn shop naked and aroused like a little girl in a merry go round. Angique had sent her there to buy the largest dildo they had, and try it out for all clientele to see. It was a standard test to prepare a girl for the first gate, the Gate of Shame. It was just a frivolity. There would be more and harsher tests, more serious, more rewarding. Conquering shame always proved to be a stubborn key to open the first Gate of the Journey.

"There were about five customers at the shop, all dirty old men I guess, quite confused to see me running in stark naked," Anna went on, chuckling at the memory. "The guy behind the counter was younger, though, and tough-looking; shaved skull and lots of tattoos. He took his time explaining the different types and shapes of his dildo collection, all the while assuring me that none of them could beat the "genuine stuff," as he put it, his eyes darting from my tits to my shaven cunt." Anna grinned, caressing the leather of Angique's boots.

"It sounds as if you had fun, honey," Angique said. Anna rolled her eyes.

"Fun to tell you now, maybe," she went on. "But right there I thought I'd die. The dirty shoppers formed a half-circle and they started commenting as soon as they lost their embarrassment, even cheering me on when I put up one leg to insert the plastic monster. 'Need help?' they yelled. 'Wanna feel the real thing?' You know the stuff men come up with when they have to prove they're not nervous. One or two were stroking their cocks through their pants' pockets."

"Did they scare you, Anna?" She shook her head at the question.

"No, never scared me," she said. "But then again, there always was Mary, waving the shotgun." She chuckled at the memory, but there was a deep blush on her cheeks.

"Did you bring the dildo, honey?" Anna let go of Angique's legs and scurried to the purse that lay with her clothes. She produced a very big and very pink cock, made of a firm but supple, shining material. There were fat veins on its shaft and crinkly-packed balls at its base. The flaring head ended in a prominent ridge. It was ugly; it looked more monstrous than erotic.

"Show me what you showed the men, Anna, please." Anna lifted one lean, strong leg and put her foot on the arm of a chair. Then she spread the lips of her cunt and placed the bulbous head against her pink inner flesh. She slowly sank down on it, making inches of plastic disappear inside her.

"Look at me, Anna. Never look away." She looked at Angique, while slowly driving the monster up her cunt. A deep flush spread on her chest and her gaze wavered as the last inches disappeared. There were little spasms in her face, but her groans were not from pain. The adventure and the story telling must have left her wet — the shaft started gliding up and down easily.

"You look silly like this — idiotic. You know that, don't you, Anna?" Angique commented with cold sarcasm in her voice. "Look at you, a grown and respected woman being excited about how she fucked herself with an ugly, cheap monster, standing naked in a dirty porn shop, while old men jerked off, cheering her on." Anna's eyelids fluttered and her eyes turned down. Her hand stopped fucking. The dark blushes reached her face.

"But you ... I only... , " she said, losing her bravado.

"Don't you stop, Anna," Angique said, rising from her chair and towering on her heels over the naked woman. "Fuck yourself with that ridiculous thing and keep your eyes on mine." She stepped forward and lifted Anna's face.

"It was easy, wasn't it, Anna?" she went on. "All good fun at a place where no one knew you. You sold it to Mary as a joke, didn't you? Maybe as a bet? It was a prank, a burlesque behind the sweet masquerade of anonymity." Angique let go of Anna's chin, gripping her throat.

"You thought you were tested there, didn't you?" she proceeded. "But the real test is here, slut. It is here where you feel how ridiculous you are ≠— you, a grown and intelligent woman fucking herself with a bizarre piece of plastic at the kinky orders of a much younger woman, me, a girl, really. I laugh at you, Anna. You thought the world of what you did, didn't you? It is nothing. You are pathetic."

Angique spit into Anna's face. The glob joined a tear that welled up from Anna's eye and leaked from her cheek. Now sobbing she resumed the fucking. Angique watched it. Then she pushed her face into Anna's. Her hand squeezed the throat tighter. From the periphery of her eyes she saw Anna's hand speeding up the fucking, a rhythm she could feel through her strangling hand. With the thumb and finger of her other hand she mangled a nipple, torturing the flesh with her nails.

"You are a common slut, Anna, and a really comical one at that, always trying to keep up appearances. So you think fucking yourself in the nude for strangers will get you through the Gate of Shame? Don't be silly, slut, this is nothing. You'll have to show me your shamelessness where it really counts. Will you fuck yourself like this in front of your husband and children? Your family and friends? Your business associates?"

Anna's mouth opened wide, gasping for air and producing a long, wailing moan. Angique felt the spasms and knew the woman was coming hard. She opened her hand and because it had become the only prop to keep her up, Anna's body crumpled like a boneless sack, balling up on the cold, indifferent floor — convulsing with after shocks. The banal pink dildo slid out of her cunt.

Angique stepped over her, smiling. She left the room, never looking back.

The rims of her eyes were red and there seemed to be a pale ghost living under her copper tan. Angique's finger ran around puffy half-rings below shadowy eyes.

"You look poorly today, Anna," she said softly. New tears welled up from a place that seemed to have produced quite a few of them, lately.

"I love you, Angique," Anna said, her voice thick with emotions. "But it hurts."

Angique spread her leather-wrapped thighs and allowed Anna to rest her face against the insides. Her fingers started to untangle the messed up hair.

"I told you it would," she said. "What happened, honey?"

"I... " Anna started, but her voice drowned in the quicksand of her emotions. She tried again. "I did what you told me. I showed my husband the dildo. I also showed him what I did with it at the porn shop." Angique's roaming hand stopped.

"But I never asked you to do that," she protested. Anna looked up.

"I know," she said. "But you certainly made it clear we would be going nowhere if I didn't." Angique stared at her. Then, after a long pause she said:.

"How did he take it?" Anna sighed.

"He was ... shocked." She rubbed her wet eyes on the leather- clad leg like a little girl and looked up again. "I can't say he took it well."

Angique resumed the stroking. She was silent, just waiting for Anna to proceed. After a minute Anna went on.

"I don't think the biggest shock for him was me driving naked to a shady porn shop. I don't even think that the description of what I did there upset him much..."

"You told him that?" Angique asked, stunned by the unexpected.

"Yes, I did. I thought I should," Anna said, her eyes staring pensively over the black, shining ridge of Angique's upper leg. "I felt greatly ashamed but I suppose that was the point of the exercise, wasn't it? It was very hard to find the words, until I decided to just give it to him straight."

"What did he say?"

"I guess he didn't know what to say," Anna said, her hand now searching for Angique's. "Then, when I lifted my leg to repeat what I did at the shop, and started to insert the dildo, he rose and left the room." Her voice seemed to choke on her last words.

"I threw the dildo away and ran after him. I begged him to forgive me, but also to understand why I did it; why I had to. Of course he hardly listened and of course he didn't understand, but I made him sit down and told him about my dark side. I did not tell him about me wanting women, nothing about you or us, but I said I had fantasies and needs. I told him how doing shameful and taboo things arouse me. How they make me feel alive, young again and how they satisfy me. I begged him to allow me this. It was then that I realized I had made a huge mistake."

"A mistake?"

Anna's hands did an erratic butterfly dance in front of her face.

"Mistake, blunder, whatever, I don't know, but I guess it was the word "satisfy" that triggered his sudden reaction. A reaction that made me feel so very, very disappointed, Angique." The word disappointed was a twist Angique didn't see coming.