Sin and Sensuality (Closed for Kaena and Yeishia)

Anton let out a sigh of relief as he stepped off of the boat ramp and onto the dock. He pulled out his phone to check what time it was, and cussed softly to himself. He knew why he'd had to take cargo ship back to the mainland, but that didn't mean that he had to like it.

It wasn't until after Anton put his phone back in his pocket that he realized that something was wrong. He was here to pick up and sign for a young woman, but there was wasn't anybody waiting near the ramp for him. He'd just checked the time, and sure, the ship had arrive a little ahead of schedule, but the seller had said that he would arrive early and be waiting for him.

"God dammit..." Anton cursed softly to himself, pulling his phone back out of his pocket. He pulled up his email to see if he'd gotten a notification canceling the sale, and he cursed again when he didn't see anything of the sort. He turned his head towards the end of the dock and started walking, unable to make out much of anything with the practically blinding sun shining in his eyes. He lifted a hand to shield his eyes from the sun and saw the silhouette of a person sitting on a crate, but couldn't make out any details.

Anton dropped his gaze to look at his phone as he walked, being in the process of opening his contacts so that he could call his mistress and see if she'd heard anything about a cancellation. He was just about to press the call button and lift it to his ear, hoping to catch the eye of the person sitting on the crate to ask them if they'd seen a man and a woman standing around waiting for a ship to come in. The phone was then promptly forgotten about when he saw the silhouette hop down off of the crate and start towards him.

The first thing Anton noticed was the way the figure's clothing fluttered around them whenever the wind picked up. He still didn't get a clear look at the person's face, but that was likely due to the way her hair danced and was teased by the wind, almost seeming to hover just above her shoulders. The next thing he noticed was the walk, or rather glide. There was almost no rise as she took each step, making it almost seem like she was floating.

Even when Anton got close enough to make out the young woman's face, he didn't notice it right away. The sun was hitting her long white chemise in such a way that it was actually transparent while the wind was making it cling to every curve of her body. The combination of the sun, wind, and the outfit left nothing of her body to the imagination. Her breasts were clearly visible, right down to the firm nipples that seemed to want to poke right through the garment.

As the two of them got close, Anton's gaze finally lifted to the young woman's face. Her skin was flawlessly smooth, almost inviting one to brush their fingers across it, if only to see if it was as soft as he looked. Her blue gaze was calm and steady, eerily so as it were, given the fact that he also just now noticed that she was barefoot.

"Eve I presume?" Anton asked before forcing himself to turn away from her. "And where is your handler?" There was a hint of uncertainty in his voice, something that was unusual for him, almost as unusual as the situation he found himself in. As he waited for her to answer, he turned his deep brown gaze back to her and lifted a hand to brush back his short black hair.

One door closes another one opens...

It was was a mantra of sorts for the young girl sitting on the crate alone. She sat there patiently waiting clutching her sketch pad and and a box of colouring pencils.

Her mind travelled backwards in time, which was unusual for it was a thing it rarely ever did...

A person was a product of their experiences and so she guessed was she. Her parents had been killed in a car crash when she was 6 years old and from that point forth she had been shuttled around the foster care system, by the time she was 12 years old she had been in at least 4 different foster homes. Eve it turned out had been quite the survivor for she had learned early on that being invisible was key, and so she was quiet, and did as she was told, always doing her very best; in many senses she became the model child. Eve also learned that things rarely remain the same for long and so never to get attached.

When she entered the family that would be her final foster home things very defiantly changed.

One door closes another one opens...

It was inevitable that Eve would enter puberty where she blossomed from a scrawny waif like child into something delightfully more. At the same time unfortunately coming to the attention of her eagle eyed new foster father. He very much coveted what he saw. Night after night he would enter her room doing unspeakable things to her small body, especially when he had been drinking. He had smelled of tobacco and stale sweat.

Eve remembered that there was a beautiful poster on the wall at the foot of her bed left there curtesy of another occupant. A huge white unicorn about to take flight into the deep blue sky . He had a silver horn on his head and a beautiful multi coloured jewelled saddle on his back. As her foster father entered her room each night Eve would climb onto the soft saddle her long fingers threaded through its silken mane and simply fly away. That unicorn became her salvation for it carried her far away.

Her new family never let her forget that she was there on sufferance and that now she had turned 18 she would be on the street alone, they delighted in telling her all that might entail. Eve had shuddered at the thought. There are many forms of coercion and the night they slavers had come to fetch her she had docilely signed on the dotted line as she was bought and paid for.

One door closes another one opens...

Eve hoped that she would be fed.

It was known as a half way house where she would be trained and later sold as some sort of sexual slave. Once again she fell into a pattern , be invisible, be quiet, be the best she could be in all things. Once again this served her well.

Master Wolfe had just graded her oral skills and placed her on her feet patting her on her head while turning away to make a phone call.

He had forgotten to dismiss her and so she stood quietly waiting, his subsequent conversation floating around her head mostly unheeded until she heard her name .

“Yes, I have quite the prize for you Mistress Aria. A female who I feel will be perfect for your island. Basic training yes, no bad habits for you to undo....Yes, straight A’s in everything, oral, fucking etc. Her name is Eve . She is perfection, she just needs a little tweaking at the hands of a woman such as yourself.” He crossed his fingers behind his back. “Don’t worry it’s nothing major, nothing you cannot handle...Really? Look at the way you transformed Anton, I heard you even kept him him for yourself....Aria would I do that to such a favoured client, do you no longer trust me Cherie ?” He grinned as if pleased with himself.

“I came across her by accident, I couldn’t resist buying her. As you know my clientele mostly want long term, single placements. I felt she’d suit your needs better, as you have varied clientele who are desirous of differing experiences each time they visit you. I feel she would be perfect. Here let me fax you her picture... Beautiful, yes?” Brandon Wolfe sat down as he listened to the voice at the other end of his cell phone. “Buyback? Surely you’re not serious. It’s not normal practice. Let me think.”

Eve watched him drum his fingers on the desk as he waited a full minute before he spoke again his voice dripping with sincerity. “ For you Aria anything, I am so convinced that she won’t need to be returned I’ll give you 6 months to decide.” He listened again nodding. “ Yes, the same account, once the funds are received we’ll drop her off at the usual pick up point. She will come with all the necessary paperwork of course, your signature will be digital. Tomorrow morning 8:00a.m. sharp! Nice doing business with you as always.

“He closed his cell phone smiling. “ I haven’t lost my touch, I could sell a mother her own child,” he boasted to the room at large. As he stood up and turned around he almost bumped into Eve.

He steadied her grinning “ Why are you still here Eve didn’t I dismiss you? No matter I have news, you have been sold. You’re going to an island, isn’t that exciting. Go pack your things girl and get ready you’ll be leaving tomorrow morning, Now shoo!”He patted her on her bottom as as he guided her from his office grinning at the irony; she had very little to pack, just a sketch pad and some colouring pencils that she had earned for a job well done. He would let those go with her.

Brendon sat back down and poured himself a brandy his eyes suddenly thoughtful. He acknowledged that the slip of a girl had gotten under his skin. He’d even been tempted to keep her for himself, if only to keep her safe. This just wasn’t the right place for her to thrive. He’d thought it over carefully, she needed a woman’s touch, she needed more that she had gotten at his half way house. She needed a chance to really live. The girl was perfectly submissive, yet she remained a lost soul, she was fundamentally broken somehow, she needed....well whatever it was, it wasn’t him, he was to set in his ways, to broken himself he supposed.

Eve had returned to her cell and stared at her unicorn taped to its wall, she had drawn this one herself.

One door closes another one opens...

After restless sleep filled with dreams Eve would prefer to leave behind she was awoken early to prepare herself. It didn’t take long, a shower, hair wash, a brand new new chemise. She removed her unicorn from the wall almost reverently placing it in her sketch pad. She picked up both sketch pad and her pencils ready now to leave this home behind. They had forgotten her breakfast.

Traffic had been fast and they had arrived 30 minutes early. At the pier Master Wolfe was unexpectedly called somewhere to attend to an emergency. “Girl, sit on this crate, a man named Anton will come to fetch you, speak to no one else. When you see him at the end of the pier walk up to meet him.” It was unorthodox to leave a transfer unattended but couldn’t be helped for he’d brought her here alone. Rarely was there anyone about at this ungodly hour plus he trusted Eve to follow his instructions to the letter. Despite that he didn’t want her falling into the wrong hands, so just in case he pulled his out his phone and showed her a picture. “ This is Anton, go to him and no one else he repeated. Give him this envelope.” He patted her on the head his hand trailing across her soft cheek. “Be good pet.”

Eve silently watched him walk away before her eyes dutifully turned to scan the pier. The morning sun was warm on her skin, the errant breeze intent on freeing the soft shorter tendrils of her golden hair from the long loose braid hanging almost to her bottom. Eve absentmindedly tucked them away behind her ear as her hair tie loosened to be carried away on the playful breeze.

Eve had barely noticed his departure her eyes were on the peer as her mind travelled backwards in time, which was unusual for it was a thing it rarely ever did...

When she finally she saw the small cargo craft arrive and watched him disembark her mind snapped back to the present as it became zeroed in on him alone. It had to be Anton. Would he be her new Master? She slipped from the crate, envelope, sketch pad and pencils all clutched in her left hand by her side as she began to glide slowly down the pier towards him.

As the two got close Eve stopped, her steady blue eyes fastened to his. There was no visible reaction or curiosity, she was merely verifying that he was indeed Anton. She registered no first impression beyond the fact that he was male and wore a leather collar; and of course the fact that he was therefore not her Master.

"Eve I presume?"

“Yes, I am Eve, and you must be Anton.”

She felt him pause before he asked, "And where is your handler?"

Master Wolfe had an unexpected emergency he had to leave almost as soon as we arrived, we were early. He told me to give you this.” She extracted a brown envelope from the items in her hand and held it at arms length towards him.

“ He said I was to go with you and no one else.”

Eve lowered her eyes, clutched her belongings to her chest and dutifully waited more instructions.

One door closes and another one opens...

Eve hoped that she would be fed.

Anton's normally composed features faltered briefly, with his brow furrowing when he heard the young woman say that she'd been left alone and the reason for it. His dark brown gaze lowered from the young woman to the brown envelope she held. His hand did reach out to take the document of it's own volition as his brain was still a bit muddled. This was wrong...Something about if felt wrong, but he couldn't quite place it.

With hands that faltered briefly, and a quick shake of his head to try and clear his mind, Anton opened the envelope, removed the papers it contained, and let his eyes scan over them. He compared the documents to what he and his mistress had been told about the young woman, and cross-checked them with occasional upward glances at the young woman herself.

The paperwork seemed to be in order, but that was only one part of the process. Anton had naturally done this several times before, often with his mistress beside him. This time however, was different in so many ways. The hand holding the papers fell to his side, still holding them securely as his gaze lifted to the sky. His other hand lifted towards his collar. His fingers slid over the two metal tags that hung from the clean and smooth black leather collar.

To any casual observer, it may have seemed like Anton was trying to think of what to do, it was sadly the opposite. He knew what he should do, or rather what he was supposed to do, but with it being just the two of them, it was going to be much less clinical and far more personal.

With one last deep breath and slow exhale, Anton's gaze fell from the sky to meet the young woman's. His hand fell from his collar as the other one lifted the paperwork once more. "I guess there's no help for it..." Anton said softly, more to himself than anything. "Very well Eve, come this way and we'll see if we can finalize the paperwork." He then turned around and started walking. He did turn his head once to make sure she was following before focusing more on their destination. He walks towards the ramp that he'd walked down, but actually walked past it to the next one. He started up the ramp, turning once more to make sure that the young woman was still following.

When the pair were standing on the deck of the ship, Anton stopped and turned around. "Alright Eve, because of the nature of this purchase, I need to do an inspection. Please remove your dress." He tried to speak as bluntly as he could, not wanting to mince words or linger any longer on something that had to be done than was absolutely necessary.

The people that she encountered never really interested Eve as a rule. Men wanted only one thing and in her narrow world there really wasn’t much beyond that.

Anton however, did catch her interest in that he presented something new, somehow different. He was an anomaly. One, there wasn’t lust in his eyes, there was disinterest, or at least something she couldn’t quite fathom. Two, he also wasn’t sporting an erection in his tight fitting black jeans. She idly wondered if perhaps he preferred men. Eve pondered these thoughts as she followed him up the gangplank and onto the boat. She registered the slight sway as the motion made her stomach flip in the oddest manner.

"Alright Eve, because of the nature of this purchase, I need to do an inspection. Please remove your dress."

She suddenly realized that he was speaking to her again, an inspection. Master Wolfe had warned her that this would happen and had gone through it several times early this morning. Eve was prepared. Accept, do not react, do not move, endure!

Eve glanced around and spied a small bench off to one side, she placed her sketch pad almost reverently on its surface beside her pencil box before starting to remove her chemise. Gathering her long hair into a thick coil she pulled it in front of her before reaching around to undo the small 6 inch zipper located at the back of her dress only to find it stuck.

Biting her lip she stilled before reluctantly moving to stand before him. “Please, it’s stuck,” she whispered softly turning to present him her slender back. She felt him hesitate and wondered briefly if he found her ugly. Not that it mattered she had no illusions as to what she was; in essence she was a hole to be used, she wasn’t required to be pretty, just accommodating.

If anyone had asked who she was, Eve would have replied honestly, “ I am nobody.”

The small perhaps detested chore completed, she moved slightly out of his personal space, turning and slipping the straps from her shoulders easing her chemise down over her body as she moved.

Eve had gained almost 10 lbs during her 6 months stay at the half way house but still had weight to gain. Nevertheless as tiny as she was Eve was still curved in all the right places. She possessed a pair of small yet surprising full breasts each topped prettily by a dusky pink puffy aureola, from which her nipples stood out in stark relief.

Her rib cage was high her waist impossibly tiny. Softly rounded hips lead to long well toned dancers legs. Her smooth skin was as hair free as the day she had been born.

The chemise fell from her shapely form as if in slow motion to finally pool around her tiny ankles.

Eve stooped to pick it up folding it neatly before diligently placing it beside her few belongings on the crate. As she worked her long golden locks meandered around her like a living entity affording Anton peek-a-boo glimpses of the body he had hitherto barely had the time to truly take in.

Eve returned to face him once more her face serene. Once again she gathered her hair into a coil placing it this time behind her back. “I lost my ribbon it blew away while I was waiting,” she explained in her soft monotone voice. “Er ..if I am found lacking, if you don’t like me, will I be sent back? “ Her eyes widened for a split second at the fact that she had even voiced a question.

Her hair was now placed so as not to impede his view, she laced her fingers behind her head, elbows pressed back. Her feet she adjusted to about shoulder with apart. Stoically she waited not really expecting a reply.

The breeze was picking up again, it toyed with the shorter strands of her hair dropping them playfully to frame her face and breasts.

Eve’s eyes briefly glanced at the sketch bad which had blown open to reveal her unicorn, she almost smiled before bringing her eyes forwards again to Anton. His face was still devoid of lust as he stood there dispassionately appraising her nudity.

In her minds eye the young girl stood beside her beloved unicorn, her long fingers laced in its silky main. “ Stay present,” Master Wolfe has warned her sternly.

Eve would try but was ready just in case. If she needed to fly free, she knew she would.

It was all she knew...

Anton's brown gaze followed Eve as she moved over to a small bench, set her few belongings down, with all the care in the world, gathered her hair to keep it out of the way, and reach back behind her for the zipper.

Even now, when he was trying to do this as clinically as possible, not wanting to make the young woman feel any more uncomfortable than was necessary, it was impossible for Anton to not appreciate the beauty that was this young young woman. He watched the way she moved and the way her body moved on it's own, silently enjoying each nuance. He wasn't even aware that Eve was backing up towards him until he heard her speak.

Anton hesitated for but a moment before letting out a soft chuckle. It took him a moment to shift the paperwork under one arm, freeing up both of his hands. He then moved one hand to hold the top of the zipper close together so that he could slide it up a bit, freeing it from what had kept it stuck and then sliding it fully down.

With the slight hiccup in the process out of the way, Anton watched as the young young woman turned around and slipped the straps from her shoulders. His gaze then followed the path of the garment as it slid down her body, almost seeing it in slow motion, even as it caught ever-so-briefly on her small but attractively proportionate breasts and the nipples that were even more prominent now than before on the pier. Her rib cage was noticeably small, but did serve to accentuate the curve of her hip in contrast. Finally came the legs, long, toned, and hairless. When the garment finally pooled around her tiny ankles, he watched as she bent to pick it up before moving to place it with the rest of her belongings.

The wind played with the young woman's hair as she went about that self-appointed task, and Anton could do nothing but watch and admire the beauty of the young woman once more, his eyes flitting here and there as the wind blew her hair about, giving him a brief look at the back of her neck or a shoulder as it was revealed to him.

When Eve turned back around, her face had a certain serenity to it that he found a touch unusual. Still, nothing about this arrangement was in any way typical. So it was just another thing to add to that list. The young woman's first words didn't really catch Anton's attention, but the question that followed pulled him out of his own head. She didn't wait for an answer though, and simply adopted a pose that gave him as good a view as possible of everything she had to offer.

As he watched, Anton saw Eve's gaze drift towards her belongings, and he took that opportunity to step forward. He stood a clean eight inches taller than her, and likely could have done anything he wanted to in the moment. The thing he did choose to do though, was lift a hand to her chin, turn it towards him, lift it up so that he could meet her gaze, and then let it glide up the flawlessly smooth skin of her cheek.

"No my dear, because that is not the purpose of this inspection. I am simply trying to ensure that you are who you say you are. That is all." With his true intentions now known to the small young woman, Anton let his hand glide back down her cheek to her chin. He then guided her head this way then that, looking for even the slightest change of color or texture in her face and neck, any indication that makeup may have been used to cover up any blemishes, birth marks, beauty marks or tattoos, since the paperwork didn't indicate that she should have any of these things.

When Anton's hand finally dropped from Eve's chin, he slowly circled the small but undeniably beautiful young woman. He didn't touch her anymore, as it wasn't necessary for him to see what he needed to see and do what he needed to do. Time was lost to him as he went about his task. He didn't linger any longer than he had to, but neither did he rush, just to get it done and over with.

When he was finally done with his task, and certain enough about it, he walked back around Eve to face her once more. "Alright Eve, that's that. You can get dressed, and I'll tell the captain that we can head out."

As Anton moved towards her his height was defiantly intimidating. As he came closer still her eyes remained firmly on his chest. Her fingers tightened in the main of her unicorn but outwardly her demeanour remained calm.

The hand that’s cupped her chin was firm but gentle as it guided her eyes to his before he spoke again. Her blue eyes were forced to really meet the brown of his, hers immediately bleached out. Eve never really saw those who would use her body, for the young girl this was a first.

Don’t move, stay present, don’t move, stay present!

His voice was soft and reassuring as he answered her earlier question. "No my dear, because that is not the purpose of this inspection. I am simply trying to ensure that you are who you say you are. That is all."

Why would she lie, who else would she be, could she be?

“I am nobody,” she whispered earnestly.

What happened next was disconcerting perhaps to both of them, most certainly to Eve. She actually felt the hand that slid upwards across her cheek, it was almost like a soft caress.

A caress..

Eve didn’t feel the hand return to her cheek and was totally unaware of the inspection that followed, even her unicorn had vanished in this moment.

A soft caress...

It had been almost a life time since Eve had experienced such a thing. A memory buried deep made its presence known, it pushed to the surface of her subconscious determined to see the light of day once more.

As she had lain tucked in her bed clutching her dolly, her beloved papa, had caressed her small cheek lovingly to reassure her. “ You go to sleep like a good girl, Papa won’t be gone long pet. I’m just off to pick up your mama. It will only take half an hour, I’m taking the car. No papa can’t take you it’s past your bedtime. I’ll lock the door. You’ll be safe with Rosie.” He had kissed her forehead and then was gone. That was the last time she had seen her parents. Both had been wiped out in a freak car accident not 15 minutes from her doorstep. It had been almost a week before social services had found her.

Eve suddenly remembered being very scared and hungry. Her tummy had hurt, as it sometimes still did. A missed meal scared her more than any rape ever could.

She could still see her Father's gentle face, could almost remember her mother’s perfume her...

Why now? Why now?

Eve almost jumped when Anton spoke again.

"Alright Eve, that's that. You can get dressed, and I'll tell the captain that we can head out.

The young girl looked at him blankly. Dressed? Who? Where was she?

As she returned fully to the present she knew that for the first time in over a decade that she was going to cry. This was turning out to be a day of firsts. She felt huge tears began to fall down her cheeks and quickly turned to do his bidding hoping he hadn’t noticed, almost stumbling in her hurry. Her back to him she tried to stem their flow but once the flood gates had opened Eve was powerless to stop them. She clutched her chemise to her breasts as her tears became huge gulping sobs of pure anguish.

She couldn’t find her unicorn, she was stuck in the here and now with a perfect stranger who would fuck her soon, she was hungry and above all she missed her parents...

Anton noticed the change in the young young woman immediately. He saw the way she'd sort of snapped back to reality, maybe being off in her own little world while he'd done the inspection. That much he could definitely understand. Inspections like this were never truly pleasant. So he couldn't fault her for wanting to be elsewhere. The tears that he saw though, caught him completely off guard.

The suddenness of the change in Eve's demeanor left Anton at a complete and utter loss. He'd been staying with his mistress at the resort for just over two years, and seen his fair share of breakdowns. He'd even helped her with some of them, but he'd never done it without her.

Despite his indecision, Anton couldn't bring himself leave Eve alone on deck while he spoke with the captain or just stand by and listen to her cry. He walked forward slowly, still trying to decide what he was going to do when he reached her.

Anton lifted his hand and laid it gently on the young woman's shoulder, even as it heaved with each giant sob that wracked her body. "What's wrong, Eve?" He asked, despite how stupid it sounded in his own head.

"What's wrong, Eve?"
Eve dug deep trying to stem the flow of her tears. She didn’t want to feel. Resolutely she buried the resurfaced memory once more. When she had told Anton “ I am nobody.” That had been the truth. She preferred that reality. Being invisible had worked for her for years. She didn’t want to remember her before, it was to painful. Here she felt out of her depth, conversation wasn’t her forte. She had tried, Anton seemed detached and barely heard her words, certainly he didn’t respond. She tried again, but this time no words came just a hungry rumbling from her empty stomach. Exhausted Eve slipped out carefully from beneath his hand clumsily pulling on her dress and smoothing it down and grabbing her sketch pad and pencils before slowly turning. “I do not know,” she told him eyes fixed on the floor at his feet. Eve wasn’t very good at subterfuge.

The young woman may very well be good at many things, but Anton knew that subterfuge and lying weren't among them. He hadn't fought her when she slid out from under his hand on her shoulder, put her dress back on, and grabbed her few belongings. When she turned around and spoke those four words though, with her eyes fixed on his feet, he knew for a fact she was lying.

Anton stepped forward, closing the small distance between them as he lifted his hand to her chin once more. He guided it upwards once more, forcing her to meet his soft brown gaze and hopefully see the small smile on his face. In doing so, he saw how noticeably exhausted the young woman looked.

"It's okay, Eve." Anton started softly, trying to reassure the young woman. "Whatever it is, it's okay. You can tell me. You aren't going to be left behind, and you aren't going to be in any trouble. I promise." It was then that he took a small chance. He let his hand on her chin glide down her neck to her shoulder and finally around it as his other arm lifted to join it. He closed his arms around the young woman, holding her close while making sure not to hug her too tightly, lest he damage the colored pencils she handled so reverently.

"It's okay, Eve. Whatever it is, it's okay. You can tell me. You aren't going to be left behind, and you aren't going to be in any trouble. I promise."

Eve didn’t want to be left behind.

She couldn’t tell him what she could barely understand herself. She felt totally unbalanced in her new situation. This looking, the talking he insisted on it was too intimate. Yet it was clear that he expected her to answer. Why? What was the point of it? It would change nothing!

She stayed absolutely still in his arms her pale blue eyes searching as they remained glued to the brown of his. Her words finally came out in a jumbled rush.

“I am nobody.. I ..I don’t talk, I am touched for sex y...you touched me, no sex. It reminded ..it..I panicked ..it’s . Immm. I ..I’m hungry I ... I do n..not ..I have no answers I am ....I do not know. I ..I...n..never c..cry!” Her words trailed to an agonized stop as she fought off the tears that threatened to come again.

The warmth of his arms was a strange sensation, she wanted desperately to lower her gaze from his, she wanted to disappear. She didn’t want to see him, feel his heat. Instead Eve remained still in the circle of his arms her eyes upraised. She waited wondering for the first time if she could even handle this island he spoke of. If she could handle what came next. Talking was exhausting...

While the explanation that he got from Eve didn't exactly answer the question he'd posed to her, it was enough to Anton for now. So when her words trailed off, he didn't press her to keep going. He held her a bit closer, continuing to hold with his small and reassuring smile. He did eventually have to pull one arm back, if only so that he could let the paperwork fall to the deck of the ship, reach into his pocket for his phone, and dial up the captain.

Anton continued to hold Eve with his one arm, occasionally letting it slide up and down her back while he waited for the captain to answer. When the other man finally answered, Anton spoke clearly and confidently, tearing his eyes from hers while he spoke.

"Hey Ray, it's Anton. I'm with Eve up on the deck. We're ready to head out, but can you arrange for the kitchen to bring up a sandwich and a bottle of water?" Anton paused briefly after his request. Ray's voice could clearly be heard on the other line, at least until Anton cut him off.

"I'm aware of how long the trip is Ray, and I don't care. Have the kitchen send up a turkey and cheese sandwich and a bottle of water." There was another brief pause followed by a sigh from Anton. "Alright fine, give me a second to call my mistress, and..." The final sentence had it's desired affect, and Ray stopped arguing and said he'd handle it.

With his business taken care of, Anton hung up the phone, dropped it back into his pocket, and put his other arm around Eve once more. "Your meal should be here shortly, and we should be on our way even faster than that."

Surprisingly the feel of the hand moving gently up and down her back was oddly comforting, Eve concentrated on that refusing to allow a memory or her anxiety to over take her reason.

When Anton began to speak into his phone and a voice from the speaker boomed out she shifted her attention to the sound of his voice, muted now she could of course hear only one side of the heated conversation. What started out as merely a distraction a single word caught her undivided attention.

Mistress?

Anton had a Mistress!

She sounded terrifying! Eve had to stop herself from physically reacting. Would this woman be her Mistress too, a women!? the thought I was..... Eve’s panicked thoughts were arrested by the smell of food. The thought of eating obliterated everything else.

She watched as the food was handed over to Anton, “ Eve, here is your food,. I hope you like Turkey and cheese?” he told she smiling as he lead her to a small table. He guided her to sit and sat beside her one arm still loosely around her waist.

Eve put her belongings to one side. This was a feast! She wanted to stuff as much of it into her face before it was taken away. Conscious of the man beside her she stopped herself, he’d asked a question. “ I don’t know, but it smells good, thank you.” She replied softly her eyes on the sandwich. I don’t know was fast becoming her new mantra.

Eve forced herself to eat and drink slowly it was agonizing , her eyes shifted often was if watching out for anyone who might steal it from her. Her whole body was on high alert, forgotten was the arm around her waist or the bemused man sitting by side her carefully watching her. Her actions were not unlike that of a small feral animal at feeding time...

Anton held Eve without force until a man walked up from below deck carrying a plate. Only then did he force himself to pull one arm from around the young woman once more. The man silently handed Anton the plate and turned to leave.

“Eve, here is your food,. I hope you like Turkey and cheese?” Anton said with his trademark small half-smile and a slight laugh. He knew it wasn't much, but from the young woman's reaction, it was very much needed. He held the plate for her as he guided her with his other arm to a table that was bolted to the deck near the front of the ship.

Anton guided Eve to sit down on one of the benches that served as seats for the table, also bolted to the deck. He set the plate down before her, keeping his arm draped loosely around her waist.

Seeing the way Eve ate was both entertaining and concerning. Never before had Anton seen a human being react to food this way. She was like a small feral animal, with eyes darting back and forth as she ate, clearly expecting it to be taken from her at any moment. He didn't voice his thoughts though, or let them how he felt about them show on his face. There would be time for that later.

Most men would have taken the opportunity to let their hand wander with the young woman's attention so avidly focused on her meal. It would be so easy to let his hand slide down to her ass or up and around towards one of her shapely breasts. He did neither though, and even if he'd been considering it, Anton's mind would have been pulled from such things the moment he felt the boat start to move.

Anton let out a soft sigh of relief as the boat pulled away from the dock. He'd been at the island with his mistress for a few years now, and with it being their own little slice of heaven, it felt strange to be back at the mainland, even if it was just on the docks. The trip back to the resort would take the sizeable cargo ship three hours, which wasn't long, but the more you longed for something, the longer it seemed to take. Still, he tried to keep his breathing slow and steady, if not for him, than for the young woman sitting beside him. Eve's words had more than told Anton what she expected was going to happen to her when they got to their destination, and though she was wrong, he had no way to prove it to her. So the best he could do was try to keep her calm so she didn't panic and try to jump overboard or something equally crazy.

Aria glanced impatiently at the clock on her desk. It had been almost six hours since Anton had left to pick up the new girl. They should be returning any minute now. Aria wished she had been able to join Anton on his errand, however, she had some important clients that had arrived the night before and she had to make arrangements for them. Her clients paid a lot of money to have their fantasies fulfilled, so she took it very seriously that everything was exactly as they requested. It took all morning to select which of her girls and boys would be entertaining these particular guests.

In the two years since Aria was approached by her old mentor Anya about opening the resort, Aria had trained multiple men and woman in the many ways to satisfy their clients. The resort had become well known in the circles of some very powerful people and was often full and bustling every day of the week. The majority of the staff at the resort were former slaves or submissives whos contracts had ended. While the resort was being built, Aria had searched far and wide for those who were looking for a new place to belong. They were given a job and were free to leave at any time. A small handful of the slaves though had been bought and paid for by Aria and were under a contract to stay with her at the resort for a minimum of 5 years, at which time they could decide if they wanted to leave or stay.

Aria really didn't like to use the word slave when talking about these select few. She thought of them more as her prodigies. Ones to be nurtured and trained. The word slave made it sound like they were there against their own free will, but in reality they were all sound of mind when they signed the contract giving themselves over to her. To most of them it was an escape from their past and a start of a fresh beginning.

Anton had been one of those that she had purchased before the idea of the resort had even come up. At the time she was purchasing slaves to be trained and resold. She had every intention to train him and pass him on to a new Mistress or Master, but something about him had drawn her to him and after his training was complete she had chosen to keep him for herself. When the initial 5 years of his contract was up, Anton had chosen to stay with her as her submissive, though their relationship had in some ways grown to so much more than that.

Anton was the only slave at the resort that was off limits. He assisted Aria with training the new girls or boys, but he never entertained clients, though he had been requested multiple times. He belonged to Aria and she was willing to fight anyone tooth and nail who tried to convince her otherwise.

Aria sighed and ran an hand through her long blonde hair. She hadn't really wanted to purchase the new girl from Wolfe. Though he claimed the girl was trained in the basics, she felt there was something he wasn't telling her. Wolfe had questionable ways, in her opinion, of acquiring his slaves and she had heard rumours that the ones he trained were usually ones that came with the most baggage. Though last time she had taken a chance and purchased a slave from him she had ended up with Anton, which had ended up working out. It was just the way that Wolfe had kept insisting that Eve needed a woman's touch. It raised red flags with Aria, but since she had made him agree to take her back after six months if it didn't work out, Aria really didn't have anything to lose on taking the gamble. For all she knew, Eve could be another Anton and a fine addition to the resort.

Aria was just reaching for her phone to call Anton to see how close their were when there was a sharp rap on the door. She beckoned the person to enter and smiled at the young woman that stood hesitantly in the doorway. Kayla was one of the newer girls that had come to work at the resort, having just ended her contract a month before with her former Master. In the few weeks she had been at the resort she had excelled in all her training and was about to entertain her first client that night.

"What is it my dear?" Aria said, looking the girl up and down. She was dressed in a school girl's uniform, at request from the client, her red hair tied up in pig tails. Her firm, young breasts were barely contained in the tight button up shirt she wore, her skirt barely grazing her thigh. She was ever school boys fantasy and was sure to please the client.

"I wanted to check in with you before I head to meet Mr. Johnson. Do you think he will like me? Have I done well?" The young girl flushed with nervousness and excitement. Aria smiled and nodded her head as she got to her feet.

"He will love you," she assured her just as her phone beeped indicating a message was waiting. "Do you have your safety ring?" To Aria's question Kayla held up her hand to show the ring firmly in place on her finger. The ring was something Aria insisted her people wore when entertaining a client. Though she vetted her clients thoroughly, making them submit to a background check and full health check before even considering them as a client, Aria couldn't be too careful. The last thing she wanted was any of her people to be hurt while they were alone with a client. The ring had a built in button that the wearer could push if they felt in distress. It also had a sensor in it so that it would alert her guards if it was ever removed from the wearer's finger by a client trying to circumvent its purpose.

"Run along now. We don't want to keep him waiting," Aria said, opening the message on her phone and effectively dismissing the girl with her actions. "Mr. Johnson is one of our best clients."

Once she was gone, Aria quickly read the message she had received to find that it was from Anton. The boat had finally docked and he and the new girl were waiting for the car to come take them to the resort. Sitting back down at her desk, Aria picked up the new contract she had drafted for Eve, reading through it as she waited their arrival.

Eve finally finished her meal down to the very last scrap. When Anton returned from dropping her plate off in the galley he found her fast asleep curled up on the bench. She didn't awaken until the cargo ship bumped against the dock of the island proper. A quick tip to the bathroom where she washed up and ran her fingers through her unruly hair and they were ready to disembark. Eve was of course clutching her sketchbook and pencils.

Anton wasn’t taking any chances he gently took her small hand in his as they walked down the gangplank.

Eve hadn’t been the least bit curious about her new destination but as they disembarked it’s sensory impression hit her like a sledgehammer.

One word. It was overwhelming!

Eves eyes widened as she took an involuntary step backwards her hand still grasping Antons like the proverbial lifeline. To Eve this felt like she had been transported some exotic alien world! It couldn't be real, she had to be dreaming!

The onslaught on her senses was making her head spin. Warmth was greedily caressing her pale skin. Green! There was green everywhere! Beneath the exotic trees grew some kind of lush, wet, bushy vegetation with silver-lit leaves and stems here and there.

She squeezed her eyes closed. The smell on the air was an earthy blend of something dark and potent interlaced with the heady aroma of rare flowers. Eve could hear unidentifiable birds screeching out their pleasure somewhere in the distance.

This world world was warm, lush and stickily wet, it immediately enveloped her in its heady intimate embrace!

Eve took another step backwards.

“Anton,” she pleaded softy ...”It w... wants me. I..I am scared.”

She was used to existing in the dim shadows. Here she felt exposed and vulnerable...

Eve was pragmatic she wasn’t a fanciful girl, yet she had the oddest impression that if she took another step into this frightening place that she would be eaten alive...

Anton was reluctant to leave Eve alone so that he could return his plate to the galley, but she seemed, at least for the moment, to be stable. Words definitely couldn't describe how surprised he was to find her sleeping on the bench of the table when he got back. It was actually a pretty big thing for a person to be calm enough to fall asleep in such circumstances, and he was glad that she was able to get some rest. He was more than happy to leave her to it, and just stood by the table, looking overboard as he waited to see the island that the resort was on come over the horizon.

The slight bump the ship made when it did finally dock was enough to wake up the sleeping Eve, and when she expressed a need to use the bathroom, he led her to it, holding her belongings while she used the facilities. He passed them back to her as the pair prepared to disembark, and when he saw more than a hint of unease in the young woman, he took one of her hands and slowly led her down the gangplank and up the length of the dock to the shore.

Anton was just about to reach into his pocket for his cell phone so that he could call the car that would take them to the resort proper when he felt Eve's grip on his hand tighten. He turned back to her in time to see her take a step backwards. There was obvious concern on his face as he watched her eyes open wide and then squeeze tightly shut.

When Eve went to take another step backwards, Anton did allow it, but stepped towards her in the process. He wanted to let go of her hand and put his hand around her shoulders, but there was no telling what her fragile mind would do if he did let her go, however briefly. That much was evident just from the words that she spoke. The fear made sense, but the part about something wanting her was nonsensical to say the least. He stood beside her, letting his shoulder rest against hers as he used his other hand to reach into his pocket for his phone.

After he called for the car, Anton took his time in easing Eve off of the dock, not caring how long it took the pair to take each step. The car thankfully arrived quickly, and while it would have been much more natural for him to deposit the young woman into the back seat and take his place in the passenger seat, he was still reluctant to let her go, for her own good. As such he even went so far as to walk around to the far side of the car so that he didn't even have to let go of her hand as he coaxed her to enter the car first. He continued to hold her hand as he got into the car and told the driver they were ready.

Given Eve's reaction to the island itself, Anton had no idea how the young woman would react to the large hotel building that the car stopped at. As such, he still held her hand as he got out of the car first, going slow to give the young woman time to slide across the seat and get out after him. He then told the driver to call his mistress and tell her that they had arrived and were on their way up.

Anton continued to take his time as the pair first entered and moved through the large hotel building. He didn't rush the young woman, but also didn't lag behind himself, trying to keep the pair moving at whatever pace Eve needed, so long as they kept going forward. The elevator was naturally the next thing that needed to be tackled, but thankfully a locked door leading to a private elevator made that part easy. All that was left was a short walk from the elevator to his mistresses office door. He then knocked on the door and waited for his mistress to give them permission to enter.

To Eve it felt like she was blind and Anton had became her eyes, surprisingly she took comfort in this and actually trusted him to lead her forwards. Had you asked her why, she wouldn’t have known, for she was acting on pure instinct.

Eve was happy to finally find herself in the cool dim car away from the previous onslaught to her tired senses. She wanted to ease her hand from his but given what has happened this far in her day she was loath to loose this small life line; instead she carefully eased her body a little away from his. Eve had always lived in a black and white world, this new step forward into a world filled with colour had her feeling very off balance.

The young girl had never had a problem adapting to every new change that came her way, she simply did as she was told blending in effortlessly. In a predictable world this was easy. She learned if that was what was required, she was compliant when someone wanted to fuck her, she eat when she could; she simply existed as quietly as she could. Eve didn’t consider herself a victim she had no issues with her life, it was what it was, nothing more nothing less. This new circumstance however was proving more difficult to navigate. Eve was beginning to think that perhaps returning to what she really knew would not be such a bad thing.

As they left the car she kept her eyes firmly rooted to the floor as they entered a building which she assumed would be home. She could hear people talking but resolutely ignored their very presence; Eve concentrated instead on the feel of the hand which held hers. Slow and steadily she followed the calm oasis that was Anton.

She almost balked at the unfamiliar elevator especially when it began to move! She supposed that he was taking her to meet her new owner, his Mistress. This was another new entity for she was a woman and people were clearly scared to death of her! Eve took a few slow careful breaths as she endeavoured to empty her mind. It felt full of tiny cracks each needing to be filled and smoothed out.

You will be fine, she told herself sternly. Just do as she tells you, do as she orders, do your best.

She glanced up at Anton as they waited, his face showed her nothing, his was serene as always...

I can be serene too, she told herself with conviction as she watched him knock on the huge deep burgundy door. Serene or not, without conscious volition Eve sidled closer to Antons side her small hand tightening around his.

Aria was standing in front of the floor length mirror in her office when she received the call that they were on their way up to her office. She smiled at her own reflection, her cool blue eyes twinkling in pleasure with what she saw. Though she was now in her thirties, her body was still as tight and muscular as she had been in her teenage years, albeit she was much more curvier than she was back then. Her breasts strained against the tight sleeveless vest top of her jumpsuit, the zipper lowered just enough to give a teasing glimpse of the lace of her bra and ample cleavage. A thin leather belt and silver buckle circled her small waist making the jumpsuit appear to be two pieces instead of one.

She turned to the side to admire her firm ass, her eyes travelling down her long muscular legs to the expensive black heels she wore and back up to ensure not one long blonde hair was out of place from her elegant pony tail. Placing a hand on the tiny key that hung from a chain around her neck, she returned to her desk and took a seat, smiling at the memory of the day she used the key to lock Anton's collar in place.

She waited impatiently for their arrival, her long fingernails rapping on the top of her desk. At the sound of Anton's knock, she beckoned them to enter and stood to greet them as they entered the room. Her eyes instantly went to the young woman who seemed to be holding on to Anton for dear life. The first thing she noticed was how tiny she was. The girl could benefit from gaining a few pounds. Aside from her small stature, she was pleasing to the eye and Aria was sure she would draw a high price once available to the clients.

"Come in please, have a seat," she said, her smile welcoming as she beckoned Eve forward, motioning to a seat in front of her desk. "Please close the door Anton." She waited until the door clicked shut before turning her attention back to Eve.

"Eve I presume?" she said, taking a seat once again behind her desk. "I am Mistress Aria." She paused for second to allow Eve to respond before continuing. "I know this must be alot for you to take in. Before I continue, I want to ensure you understand where you are and what will be required of you here. We are not like the halfway house you came from. This resort has several clientelle that pay to spend time with our staff, either sexually or otherwise. You will be trained to be of service to these clients. Do you understand?"

As she waited for Eve to think about what she said and respond, she looked up at Anton. "Has she had something to eat?" she asked, smiling at Anton's brief nod. Her gaze returned to Eve as she pulled out the contract she had been reading earlier. "I know you signed a contract with Wolfe, however, I have a new contract for you." Reaching across the desk she placed the contract in front of Eve. "The conditions of your employment are outlined in there. The first condition of the contract is any that are employed here are here on their own free will, however once the contract is signed they will belong to me for the next five years. The second condition is that you are to keep yourself in good health, through diet and exercise while you are here. The means will be provided to you to ensure that this is attainable. The last condition is that you will obey me and any I give authority over you at all times. Any disobedience with be disciplined. The last page outlines your compensation. Once you begin entertaining clients, 10% of the fee charged for the session will be put away for you in a trust fund. The money will be held for your until your contract is over. Please take a moment to read through the contract before you sign it. If you have any questions, feel free to ask them."

Leaving Eve to read the contract, Aria got to her feet and walked over to where Anton stood waiting patiently. "You have done well today my pet," she said softly, leaning in to kiss his neck softly. "You will be rewarded later." Sliding her hand between them, she ran her fingers lightly along the front of his jeans before turning back to sit in her chair.

"Come in please, have a seat," it was an directive in the guise of an invitation. Eve dropped Antons hand clutched her few belongings to her chest and simply obeyed.

Eve was transfixed.

No one in her short life had made quite the impression Mistress Aria did in that moment! Eve had met woman before, her foster moms had been drab nondescript individuals who had left no impression on her whatsoever.

This woman imprinted on her psyche like a sledgehammer!

Beautiful, dangerous, intoxicating!

Eve watched her intently from beneath her long lashes as Mistress Aria spoke taking in very little of the actual context of her words. Somehow they must have imprinted for the young girl sat and nodded in all the right places.

She watched as the contract was pushed across the desk. Her eyes left Mistress Aria to follow its progress.

Eve was perched uncomfortably on the very edge of the sofa and as it paused in front of her she had the definite urge to jump back.

The young girl didn’t fully comprehend, hadn’t she already signed her life away, hadn’t she been sold to her already? This contract seemed to matter somehow to Mistress Aria but not to Eve. She was nobody, it’s contents were superfluous to her.

Think. Concentrate! she instructed herself sternly.

Eve was more than thankful when the potent woman stood up and moved out of her sphere towards Anton, once again her eyes followed carefully. Mistress Aria had an air of confidence about her the young girl had never seen in a woman before. Despite her overall demeanour Eve watched with awe as his Mistress seemed to soften as she approached Him, her touch almost loving in its teasing gentleness.

Eve smiled softly because despite her better judgement, she had found herself starting to like Anton. In that small moment Eve was finally able to take a slow calming breath.

Eve dragged her eyes back to the contract, it sat their predatory and waiting...

Only one word had stood out. Food. She would be fed. It was in her new contract.

She was still clutching her sketch pad and pencils Eve carefully placed them on the sofa by her side. Standing quietly she grabbed the pen, opened the contract to the last page and quickly signed.

She now had a home again, she wasn’t out on the street fending for herself, she would eat!

When Mistress Aria returned to sit behind her desk Eve calmly raised her beautiful eyes to briefly meet hers.

“Mistress, I have signed your contract.” Her words were a soft melodic whisper gone in an instant as she quickly lowered her gaze once more.

Aria had been aware of Eve's eyes following her as she made her way over to Anton. There was an almost innocence to the young woman, as if there was so much in the world that she had yet to experience. In their brief conversation, Wolfe had not really given Aria too much information about Eve's history. It was possible he was unaware of it himself, or he was trying to hide it from her, either way it was something Aria was going to have to discover herself.

Aria instantly noticed Eve's soft smile as her eyes passed over Anton before returning to the contract before her. It had been a good decision for Aria to send Anton to fetch Eve by himself. It appeared that she had made a small connection with him, which Aria was sure was more helpful than a hinderance.

Aria frowned when she turned back to her desk and found the contract flipped open to the last page and already signed with Eve once again seated in her place ont he sofa.

"You didn't read it?" Aria questioned, not making any move to pick up the signed contract. Her cool eyes passed over the young woman, noticing that Eve's gaze was lowered from hers once again. "Look at me Eve. Why did you not read the contract? Do you need more time?"

Eve could tell by her voice that she had somehow erred. Slowly she raised her eyes sitting up straighter as hers sought out those of Mistress’s Aria.

“I thought you had...I didn’t think...I”

She hesitated a moment before blurting out the truth.

“No I did not.”

The colour of the deep blue eyes trying to read Aria’s were slowly blanching out getting lighter by the moment. Should she explain, should she say more? Eve was almost frozen conversation wasn’t exactly her forte.

Her right hand went to her sketch pad to lightly rest on its smooth surface while her mind struggled with how to proceed.

Aria's cool gaze softened a little as Eve raised her head to look at her. She was used to having to be firm with her people, since it was most of them knew and responded to, but with Eve she felt she had to have a softer touch if she wanted to get a true reaction out of her.

She waited patiently as Eve blurted out her confession that she had indeed not read the contract, hoping for some type of explanation. She could tell there was something warring behind Eve's lightening gaze. As if she was conflicted on what to say or how to say it to her. She watched as Eve's hand moved to the sketchpad at her side, her young body relaxing a little as she touched it, almost as if she was using it to ground herself.

When it was apparent that the young woman was not going to say anymore, Aria took a deep breath and shook her head softly.

"I asked you a question Eve," she said, her gaze continuing to study the young woman. "I expect you to answer me."

Eve’s eyes widened even more.

Obey! she promised to obey this woman! She had signed!

Her words came out in a flood almost to the point of incoherency.

“No time needed, I didn’t, I don’t understand. I am sold, y..you told me what was in there. I do not...it doesn’t matter what I..is in there. I am nothing...nobody. It .. I..am fine...y..you told me, food...eat..o..obey ...it is all f..fine..g..good. I...I signed. I do not understand....I.”

He voice stopped short only to continue almost immediately.

“I am sorry M...Mistress. You a..asked m..my opinion. I do n..not have on..one. Q..questions I do not have one...any. It does..n...not matter to m..me. I am nothing! Y..you decide f..for m...me. P..please forgive me, p..please let me s..stay?”

Eve’s voice was a frantic litany of pain and desperation....

Aria was taken back by the sudden assault of words from Eve. Up until then the girl had barely said anything to her and now it was almost as if she couldn't stop herself. Aria calmly and patiently listened as she tried to explain her reasoning for not reading the contract. One word stood out, giving her pause for concern "Nobody". The reason Eve was giving her was that she was nothing, a nobody, as if her opinion had no matter in the situation. This was not what Aria wanted. Aria wanted her to make sure that Eve was signing the contract on her own free will, not because she felt compelled to do so because she had no choice.

The pain and desperation was apparent in Eve's voice as she bleated out her plea to be allowed to stay. Things were starting to make sense a little more to Aria. Eve had no place to go, this life was all that she knew. If she were to not agree to the contract, she was scared that Aria would send her back to where she came from or worse throw her out on her own.

She stood up and moved to where Eve sat on the couch and sat beside her, taking her small hand in hers and placing a hand under her chin to raise her gaze to meet hers.

"If you wish to stay Eve I am not going to make you leave," Aria said, searching the young woman's face to ensure she truly understood what she said. "I only ask you to read the contract to make sure that you understood what is expected of you and that you consent to be here. Yes, you have been sold to me, that does not mean it has erased your own free will or has reduced you to nothing, or nobody as you say. You are not a nobody to me, or Anton or anyone here at this resort. Once you have been trained, you will become an important part of what we do here. I will not have you say that about yourself again. Do you understand?"

To Eve’s total surprise the enigmatic woman came around her desk to actually sit beside her. Eve forced herself of not scoot away as Aria gently held one hand whilst using the other to lift her chin leaving the bewildered young girl no other option but to meet her all knowing eyes.

She is reading my mind Eve thought nervously wishing she could disappear. The eyes which held hers were also blue and surprisingly they seemed filled with concern. For me? she wondered a little confused.

Eve made a conscious effort to follow the earnest words which were being spoken carefully to her.

She could stay. She had to read her contract. Consent. Not nobody. Of value.

Eve’s smooth brow furrowed as she tried to make sense of this unexpected development, the expressive eyes that moved from the Mistress to Anton were filled with even more confusion.She wasn’t sure of any of it but wanted to please. If Mistress Aria wanted her to read it she could give her that at least.

As Aria finally finished speaking Eve stared back into her eyes for several seconds before she finally spoke. “I want to stay please. I will read the contract and really try to understand but...” Her voice faltered as her eyes searched Mistress Aria’s once more as if looking for something.

Her decision made she voiced her confession her voice barely above a whisper.

“Mistress Aria invisible is all that I know, all that I truly excel at. I am simply holes to fuck. How can I ever be of value?”

The Mistress might never really know how hard it was for the young girl to express these facts out loud, especially as she was in fear of loosing her newly found home...