Jane,” she whispered, close to the young woman’s ear. “Can you hear me? Nod if you can hear me, and I’ll let you down. You’ve done very well for your first day, and I’m going to let you have some water now, if you behave. Would you like that?” Jane was in fact conscious, though her body felt paralyzed from being bound for so long. She stayed very still, like a cornered animal. Perhaps if she didn’t move, she wouldn’t be caught, her unconscious mind told her. But the mention of water made Jane realize she was gaspingly, achingly thirsty. Her tongue was stuck to the damp fabric of her panties and her throat felt filled with bitter sawdust. Slowly she nodded her head, desperate for water.
“Good girl,” Brenda smiled behind her, relieved. Jane could take it. That was good. They would find just how much she could take and give it to her good. She released the catches on the manacles and was ready when Jane slumped down. Brenda caught her and eased her to the ground. She untied the scarf and pulled the panties from Jane’s stiff jaws. Gently she slipped a straw between Jane’s lips. Jane gratefully sipped the cool liquid. Nothing had ever tasted so good to her. Brenda allowed her to finish the glass. Then she cradled Jane’s head in her lap.
“I know you haven’t taken it all in, but don’t worry, you have plenty of time. This is your new home. See that newspaper over there? That’s your toilet. You’ll relieve yourself there. You can pee in the drain there. You’ll get a shower when we feel like hosing you down. Slaves don’t use bathrooms in this house. As you may have noticed, Robert likes sex, and his tastes are eccentric.” Brenda smiled at her own understatement. “I like control. I will teach you how to behave. How to submit. How to suffer. You start at the bottom. You are nothing more than an animal. A little piggy. Or frog as Robert seems to like to refer to you. I don’t want to hear you complaining. I don’t want to hear you begging to be set free or any of that shit. You start whining or trying any of that, and I’ll make you wish you’d never been born. Is that clear?”
Jane nodded, trying to stay still, too exhausted to even consider protest. “Good,” Brenda said. “Now let’s take off that ugly blouse.” As she spoke, she pulled the useless garment from Jane’s thin shoulders. Jane’s B cup bra, once white, was an old gray, stained from too many washings. Brenda pulled the torn pieces and tossed them aside. Jane was totally naked now. Brenda held her thin wrists easily in one hand.
A dull red blush suffused Jane’s features as Brenda critically examined her small but pretty breasts. They were high and firm and the nipples were a dusty pink. “Pretty,” Brenda admitted grudgingly. “Really the only pretty thing about you. You are one plain Jane, aren’t you?” she remarked with casual cruelty. Jane turned her head, the remark stinging, a sharp familiar slap that took her back to high school, when heartless popular girls had made much the same comments behind their hands in the lunchroom, in the locker room, or at the occasional dance Jane was stupid enough to attend, just loud enough for her to overhear.
Brenda stood up and left Jane lying on the floor. “I like rope,” she said cryptically. Jane closed her eyes and thought she must have misheard as Brenda said, “Want some ice cream, baby?” The woman was insane, Jane decided. She didn’t make sense. But Brenda asked again. “I’ve got mango sherbet or chocolate fudge ripple. You can pick. I’ll tie you up and then I’ll feed you. I like to do that. Make my slave all helpless and then feed her. Like a baby. You wanna be my baby, sugar?” Brenda was speaking in a high singsong voice, the voice of a mother to her child. Jane’s blood curdled with fear. This was worse than someone just killing her outright.
Jane choked back her rising desire to scream. She felt it welling up inside of her like a bubble, ready to burst from her. But maybe if she played the game and appeared to be cooperating, maybe that would at least buy her some time till she could figure a way out of this nightmarish ordeal. “Mango, please,” she managed to whisper.
Brenda grinned. “Excellent choice, froggy. I’ll just get you all snug-like and then I’ll bring your dessert.” Brenda hummed tunelessly under her breath as she busied herself with the ropes. She unwound the white thin cording and kneeling down, rolled Jane onto her side. Pulling Jane’s arms behind her, Brenda bound her at the elbows, wrapping the rope down to the wrists, forcing her to arch her back. She pulled her to her feet, so that Jane’s breasts were thrust up and out, like a pretty offering.
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