Jane Bond

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Kawana was pleased with Jane’s progress each night when he took her he could feel the suppleness and grace of her movements returning. She was a magnificent creature and the young beauty’s passions where almost a match for his own.. Though he nearly missed their sessions in the “Playroom” the African knew when Old Tabitha was concerned it was serious.

On the third night Jane was curled in his arms after a very pleasurable session in his bed chamber.[/i] she turned her head slightly to look up to him, her voice soft and curious as she asked, "Would you like to know something about my life before I came to be here?"[/i] Kawana hand brushed the stray hairs from her face. His lips brushed hers in a soft kiss.

“Yes Jane that would please.”

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As the days passed Boris became more concerned. Jane had said that a part of her was bound to the African and that caused him to wonder if it was something more that just her passion, and the dark pleasures she now embraced, something that Jane herself did not realize.

Anne would come to his bed each night and try to sooth Boris’s restless spirit. And as the days passed by he welcomed her soft body eagerly to his bed. Yet each morning he would be filled with loathing for himself.

 

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“Yes Jane that would please.”

She smiled up to him and wondered if he would believe the truth. It seemed a little fantastical even to her but what the hell...if he didn't it would at least make an interesting story.

And she'd be careful not to tell him anything that M couldn't tell him anyway.

Curling into him her voice was low and soothing as she began, " Where to start, and what to tell, " she laughed. "I'm the daughter of two spies, a russian beauty and the highest darling of MI6, James Bond himself. I spent most of my life in the labs at MI6 and any gadget to come out of it in the last 7 years is most likely of my design though I made sure my assistents were as talented as I in their own fields. It helped fill in the gaps in my own expertise and made the lab run smoother to have it filled with people who knew what they were doing.

Anne was a friend from college. She's been my one true friend through everything. Growing up James Bond's daughter was very lonely. Most of the people my own age were intimidated by him. Not Anne, she didn't care who my father was, just who I was. God I used to be shy and unassuming and the only time I'd show spirit was in my lab.

Than agents started disappearing. All women and M, " she growled his name, the single sylablle full of hatred. " M pulled me from my lab and put me into the field. That's where I met Boris. He took me away, showed me what it was to simply be myself without all the expectation of being James Bond's daughter or the darling of MI6's labs. He introduced me to my darker passions and showed me what it was to love." Her voice broke as she spoke of Boris, her love for him still very much a living thing was evidenced in her voice.

"M had other plans for me though, he hates my father for reasons beyond my knowledge...my theft and consequent sale were his means of exacting revenge for some wrong I know nothing of. One day I will kill him and will relish the sight of his blood pooling on the ground at my feet." Speaking of M her voice had gone hard and brittle with an edge like honed steel underneath.

Shaking her head to dispell the demons haunting her she looked up to Kawana and smiled ruefully. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get morbid." Curling back into him she nuzzled her head into his chest and listened to his heartbeat while her mind circled and wondered how Boris was doing. She knew Kawana was sending Anne to his bed and she prayed he wouldn't feel guilty for savoring her friends charms. When she saw him next she'd try to find a way to let him know she didn't mind.

 

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Kawana listened in silence letting Jane take her time. As she spoke he could see her as a shy beauty with a core of steel she had never realized. He had been right she was a very capable, intelligent woman in her own field. He also knew this pale beauty was an artist at showed in her dancing the way she moved it was an interracial part of Jane. As Jane told of her work in the lab he knew the decisions she had made for her gadgets most of torn at her soul, so many decisions that would bring death instead of beauty. Her quest to live up to other’s images of her as well most have tortured her soul.. Jane poured out the closely held secrets of her life, laying her soul bare, vulnerable to the African.

Her voice broke in a sob when Jane spoke of Boris and Kawana could feel her love for the man, the way her body stiffened, the hard edge in her voice as she spat out her hatred of “M”. The cold blue fire in Jane’s eyes terrifying to behold..

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get morbid." Curling back into him she nuzzled her head into his chest and listened to his heartbeat

Kawana held her close to him cradling her like a child in the protection of his arms ebony encircling pale alabaster beauty. Weather she had done it intentionally or not Jane Bond had taken THE FINAL STEP in her long dark journey and had surrender her soul into the African’s keeping. Jane was my that mere act of trust now bond to him as she had never been bound to anyone in her young life. He held not only the young beauty’s darker passions but her soul as well.

“And what of me Jane how do I fit in your life?”

It was a question he did not know if even Jane knew the answer to.

 

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“And what of me Jane how do I fit in your life?”

Jane looked up to him, her grey eyes reaching for his, a thoughtful expression on her face. "I don't know entirely Kawana. You own me as chattle, bought me from the man I hate most in this world who in turn stole me from the arms of the man I love. I won't deny caring for you, or that part of me in bound to you in our mutual passions. I respect you, desire you, willingly submit to you.

How long can that fulfill either of us?

I've not made it a point to lie to you Kawana so I won't start now. If somehow tomorrow I could leave here and return to Boris, or leave here in search of M's death I would go. I'd miss, probably dream of you, my body would at times ache for you...but I'd go. I miss my freedom, my right to choose my own path, even my father despite the fact that in his own way he's betrayed me as well. His betrayal was a mistake though and one many overprotective fathers make in keeping information from their children.

Anne loves you but I'm not blind. I've seen how slowly she becomes more often a spectator or assistent in our games, how long before you sell her and I am alone? "

 

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Kawana Looked at Jane he loved her honesty and hated it at the same time. He had come to truly cherish her and had no wish to free her now or in the foreseeable future.

“Jane and what if you could have your revenge and your love?”

As she began to speak Kawana pressed a single finger to her lips.

“I have saw the way you looked at Micka, I saw how you went to him, and refused the other. You were willing to except punishment for it. I am not blind Jane nor am I a fool. He is your Boris is he not?

Kawana held Jane’s with his he saw the truth in them even before she could speak.

“I know this “M” and I have bought many a slave from him over the years. And trained many more for him.”

The African paused and tenderly brushed Jane’s cheek with the back of his hand.

“It is through him that you are here how could I hate him for that. Yet I will let you go and your lover as well on one condition, think well Jane for the price will be high.”

 

[caela]

Jane trembled as his hand caressed her cheek so gently, not just in desire - which his touch almost always elicited - but in fear as well. Unwittingly she'd betrayed Boris to him while Boris was within his very compound. It didn't take a woman of Jane's intelligence to know that Kawana could easily have Boris killed while he slept or simply have him evicted from the compound. Once outside the compounds walls it was too well protected for someone to get in without Kawana's consent. Or for someone to get out.

Yet he offered her everything she wanted...for a price. She trembled at the thought and looked up to him through eyes that suddenly watered with tears to think of leaving him. He'd somehow become as much a part of her as Boris was though he bound her in different ways than Boris. Perhaps that is why he had bound her so well, if he'd tried to bind her to him the same way Boris had it woul dnever have worked for those paths to her sould were already well claimed.

Shaking her head to clear it of such random thoughts she looked up to him, her voice soft but needing to know, "What price Kawana?"

 

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Shaking her head to clear it of such random thoughts she looked up to him, her voice soft but needing to know, "What price Kawana?"

“First you will pose for the sculpture as a memento of our time together[/i]

He paused as he watched Jane for she knew there would be a high price for her freedom.

“Second you will give yourself willingly to “M” for one night. What you do to him once you are free is your affair Jane.”

The African’s voice soften.

“ Jane I hope that it is too high a price to pay for I have no wish to lose you.”

He watched Jane and waited her answer.

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Boris had become very worried something was nagging at him he was lost in his thoughts when a knock came to the door.

Anne bowed as she entered .

“The Master says Jane will pose for you tomorrow.

 

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“ Jane I hope that it is too high a price to pay for I have no wish to lose you.”

Jane turned so that her back was to Kawana though her body remained nestled in against him. Her mind was spinning now, the chance at freedom! but the cost! How could she bear to give herself to a man that hated her father so much that he sold her into slavery? A man who had delighted in every pain he had seen Kawana inflict when Jane had been on the auction block, who no doubt slept well with dreams of whatever dark torments he imagined had befallen Jane?

"The statue you get of course whether I stay or leave, Boris is a skilled sculpture and I miss seeing his work. The rest...the rest I will need to think on Kawana. Such an idea repulses me to the very core of my being and yet at the same time it offers me both my freedom and a means of getting close enough to kill M for any such deal would end with the rising of the sun."

Curling close against his warmth she looked up to him once more from troubled eyes. "Will you send me to him again knowing what you know now? And even if you won't will you allow me to speak with him, to let him know myself that I foolishly gave him away and that pretense is no longer needed?"

 

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Kawana Listened to Jane, his breathing steady, as he held her close.

“Jane you will say noting to Boris he must not know. You will continue to live as you have here for if you accept my offer our time together will be short.”

He brushed Jane’s hair from her neck and kissed the nape.

“As for “M’ you may not take your vengeance here for he will be a guest.”

He paused for that would mean the man would have Jane and she could not immutably kill him. Kawana’s voice was soft as he began to speak again.

“You may go to your lover when I offer you to him for Jane a part of you needs him and as your Master I must see to your needs.. I know to tell you he must still be kept ignorant may appear to be cruel yet how else will you know if he still loves you? You have my proud beauty change much sense you first came here.’

Kawana pressed his body closer to Jane his need for her evident.

“Think well Jane.”


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The next Morning Kawana sent Anne to fetch Boris . to bring him to the “Playroom” .

He had set out a pair of thigh high vinyl boot with six inch heels for Jane to wear, and a pair of matching gloves studded with buckles and fastenings on the toy table. He had given Jane orders to wear a business suit.

Boris and Kawana waited for Jane to arrive.

 

[caela]

Jane groaned softly when Kawana pressed against her, she could feel his desire for her and her body answered to it with a deep throbbing between her thighs. Turning in his arms she moved against him and her lips claimed his hungrily. Facing him her left left stretched up and over his hip opening her body to him and urgently taking him deep into her body. Deep into the night she moved against him with a hunger and a despertion that spoke to her need to drive all thoughts from her mind as well as to satisfy both their bodies. Only when they were both spent and no thought was possible did she collapse against him fully and fall into a dark dreamless sleep.

***

Jane winced slightly the next morning when she saw the boots. Heels were never her forte despite the fact that she could walk on her toes and the boots looked nearly lethal. Deciding to leave them til the last she found the business suit left to her and as she pulled on the fitted skirt and jacket she suddenly felt constricted and reined in, in a way she hadn't in weeks. It had been months since she had worn clothing this covering and she found it awkward to say the least.

Looking in the mirror however she was impressed, whoever did the shopping for them certainly knew how to give a tailor sizes. The suit clung to her every curve and moved easily with her both revealing and hiding her body. It reminded her much of the same suit she had worn her first day in the field. Shaking away memories she pulled on the gloves and tightened the wrist buckles so that they fit her hands like a second skin before finally sitting at the edge of the bed and pulling the boots on.

She smoothed the leather up her legs and almost purred at the way it felt on her flesh but when she stood she could have growled. The heels were stilletos and required all of her dancers skill to remain upright. She walked in circles around the room until she found her balance and only than did she make her way to the playroom.

Entering the playroom she smiled softly to Boris and greeted him warmly as she did all of Kawana's guests before moving to sink to her knees before Kawana's throne. She had given her word to give herself to him and wouldn't go back on it simply because Boris was here and Kawana knew who he was. He had bid her to act as she always did and this she would do until she'd made a clear decision....She wished she knew what Boris was thinking though, how watching this made him feel. It had been days since she'd seen him and the sight of him standing there was like the first touch of spring after a long winter to her.

Looking up through the chestnut strands of hair that fell forward to caress her cheeks she asked softly, "How may I be of service Master?"

 

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"How may I be of service Master?"

Kawana smiled with pride as Jane sunk to her knees. She was stunning in the suit, her movements always graceful and elegant.

“Micka Miss bond is quite an accomplished dance.”

Nothing in the African’s manner nor appearance gave the slightest hint he knew Boris’s true identity. His face the same studied mask as always. Slowly he turned his attention to Jane.

“Miss Bond as you know an artist need inspiration for you yourself are an artist of the dance.”

Kawana spoke slowly and visions of Jane’s seductive dances came back to him in pleasant memories.

“Miss Bond I wish you to dance and show in your dance as you strip, how you have come to be the seductive creature you are. I feel it will give Micka an insight for his work.”

The African had given Jane a challenge and knew to do as he asked would mean she would have to bare her soul to all present. Yet he knew it would in the end free the stunning beauty as she had never been freed before.

Anne knelt watching Jane and stealing glances both at Kawana and Boris and there was a light in Anne’s eyes as she watched Boris one Jane knew only to well.

As Jane rose her eyes met Boris’s for just a moment and his face was as much a studied mask as was Kawana’s revealing of what he thought or may be feeling.

 

[caela]

Jane's heart beat faster in her chest at Kawana's words and found that she couldn't speak. She'd learned that at such times it was best to simply do as instructed and so with a nod she rose lightly to her feet. She could feel the eyes of the men following her but it was Anne that caught her interest for a moment. She saw the tenderness in her friends gaze as she looked on Boris and for the first time felt her heart lurch as a pang of jealously sliced through her.

Glancing from Anne to Boris as she passed she shivered at the closed expression on Boris face. Had he been taking lessons from Kawana or something? They bore nearly the same expression and Jane found that it irritated her to no end. Moving to the stereo system her fingers trailed over the array of cd's before her and finally settled on one.

Playing the disc in the tray she turned to face her audience, her eyes dark and burning as the first strains of music filled the air. Closing her eyes on them she felt the chords washing over her, through her. She'd chosen music as dark and rich and full of passion as she felt and she let it transport her. Discordant notes speaking of pain and reveleation, sweet harmonies bringing to mind submission and the giving of one's entire being.

Her body flowed and moved with the music and she moved nearly sightless through the playroom, her body sliding in slow wanton caresses to the devices to hings her, fingertips trailing the cabinets that held the toys that brought such sweet pleasure and pain.

She bared herself utterly before the three of them, her eyes flaring with endless love when they moved over Boris, dark passion boiling in her gaze when Kawana was in view, and the sweetness of friendship shading her grey orbs when she looked down at Anne. Somehow these three were a part of her, each one a part of the very sould she laid bare to them.

As the music dies she sank to her knees once more before Kawana's throne, her body stretching forward, armsreaching toward him, forhead pressed to the floor. Her body was covered in a light sheen of sweat and her silken hair pooled around her head hiding her face. She couldn't have said where her clothes where she only knew that they were gone as she danced, all but the gloves which were still cinched tightly at her wrists, the buckles facing each other as if her body begged to be bound before all three of them.

 

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Boris watch as Jane danced there was sexuality, a sensual seduction in her fluid movements that both attracted and repelled him at the same time, and yet the artist in him longed to capture that image.

Kawana eyes followed each graceful movement, pride and affection both shown in his eyes for the vibrant young beauty.

Anne could hardly meet Jane’s loving gaze and turned her face from Jane, as if hiding a guilty secret.

Love, passion, friendship, and betrayal all the parts that made up Jane’s young life where there to see in her dance and for those that watch. As the music dies she sank to her knees once more before Kawana's throne, her body stretching forward, arms stretching toward him, forehead pressed to the floor. Her body was covered in a light sheen of sweat and her silken hair pooled around her head hiding her face.

The African slowly descended from his thrown and knelt where Jane lay in total submission. Slowly he brought Jane to her knees his lips brushed her in a passionate kiss. Slowly he brought her hands behind her back, then rising he went to fasten each buckle of her gloves, drawing them tight Jane’s shoulders where brought back, her breasts forced to stand proudly on her chest as she knelt there a waiting her Master’s pleasure.

Kawana now dangled Jane’s clamps in front of her as soft smile parted his lips, his fingers teased and excited the young beauty’s nipples to puckered peaks. The searing of Jane’s clamps, the bite of their teeth claimed the taunt buds. His ebony hand slid down Jane’s pale creamy abdomen to part her roe petal folds. When Jane gasped in pleasure the teeth of her clit clamp sunk home.

Again the African was lost from her sight and Kawana brought out a new toy. He bent low and whispered in to Jane’s ear.

“As an inventor you should be very interested in this little gadget Miss Bond.”

Kawana pressed open Jane’s thigh and position the head of the device just inside her sweet rose pink folds just sigh of her clit. Next he attached the golden lead from her collar to her bound wrists. When he was again before her he smiled in to Jane’s eyes before taking his lofty seat.

With a press of a button the device began to vibrate. Kawana had placed it so that it would stimulate Jane to the point of maddening desire, but not grant her body what it craved for.

“Micka you may start.”


Boris’s hands moved deafly in over the clay slowly the statute began to take shape as Jane quivered with her desire and aching need for relief. Periodically the African would push the button a motor would whirl and the vibrating dildo would sink dee3per into the bound beauty, and Jane would be granted a shattering orgasm. Only to have her mechanical lower easy back to endure the torment all over again.

When Kawana saw that Jane was just about spent he called the session to an end releasing Jane from her bonds.

“We will continue again tomorrow.”

Micka work was far from complete yet already the sensual arched curve of Jane’s bound body was taking shape.

That night Jane was left to rest, Anne went with Boris to please him and Jane was left alone with her own thoughts and doubts.

 

[caela]

As her dance ended Jane saw all of their reactions but it was the repulsion in Boris eyes and the guilty way that Anne's looked away that stayed with her though she was to caught up in the passion of her movements to think on it then.

When Kawana drew her up the pride and acceptance she saw in his deep, dark eyes warmed her to the depths of her soul. His kiss set her body to burning and pressed upward trying to capture his lips once more while he slipped behind her.She felt the buckle being done up on her gloves and couldn't help the groan that filled her lips as she squirmed where she kneeled.

When her clamps glittered before her eyes they lit up in a wanton smile to Kawana and her body arched and opened to his touch before they bit into her nipples. As she tried to writhe in please to his manipulation of her clit she felt the wicked golden teeth sink into that small bud and screamed with the release that crashed over her leaving her breathless but wanting more.

The toy Kawana drew forth did indeed interest her as did the fact that he called her an inventor and she wondered what Anne and Boris would make of that small comment for that single title would tell them that he knew something at least of her life before her collar. Her thoughts were quickly shattered though as the maddening device began to hum against her flesh.

It felt to Jane as if she spent the day on the brink of maddness. Her body in such a constant state of arrousal that she thought it would drive her completly insane. Yet Kawana knew her body well, knew how to tell when she'd been pushed to the verge and would grant her the screaming release she so desperatly needed.

She ached to curl into Kawana's warmth that night but was instead sent to her room where she curled down into her own bed and was quickly asleep. Her dreams that night were haunted with the sight of Anne turning her eyes away guiltily and the light of revulsion in Boris eyes. When she woke her pillow was damp whee tears had fallen from crying in her sleep.

***

Energy surged through her that morning and as she was up before the dawn she dressed quickly and went to her studio. It was a day early but she didn't dance, she merely needed it comfort and had one of hte gaurds stay so that it could be verified that she hadn't pushed herself against Tabitha's instructions. Tomorrow she would dance but today she simple stretched out on her back and played the darkest, most soul wrenching music that Kawana had bought for her.

She didn't know how long she lay there before another gaurd came and told her that Kawana wanted her in the playroom. Rising swiftly she moved with the lithe grace that always marked her movements but her eyes were flat and lifeless as she entered the playroom. This time it was she who avoided Anne and Boris' eyes as she moved to silently kneel before Kawana's throne.

 

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Rising swiftly she moved with the lithe grace that always marked her movements but her eyes were flat and lifeless as she entered the playroom. This time it was she who avoided Anne and Boris' eyes as she moved to silently kneel before Kawana's throne.

Kawana again had Jane dance, and was delighted with her. Her dance darker, more seductive than he had ever seen Jane dance before. Again his proud beauty was bound in the demanding position. Jane quivered as her mechanical lover claimed her, her sweet screams of ecstasy filled the “Playroom”.


Boris had noticed that Jane had avoided his eyes, and Anne’s as well. It seemed she only had eyes for the huge African. His hands molded and shape the clay the image emerging was that of a wild sensual creature, part lost little girl, part tormented beauty, and part wanton slut.

When Kawana called an end to the session Jane was dearly spent. His hand brushed her silken tresses and his pleasure with her radiated from his eyes. He let Jane rest for the rest of the day. That evening he called her to him.

“Miss Bond it would please me if you pleasure the artist this evening.”

The African had not called Boris Micka or by his name. he waited for Jane’s decision.

 

[caela]

Jane writhed and screamed in pleasure as the session dragged on through the better part of the morning. The whole time her eyes remained locked on Kawana, she didn't want to see the revulsion in Boris' eyes or the guilt in Anne's. She gave up her pleasure and her pain in complete submission to both, her screams and whimpers offered to the man who controlled her mechanical lover.

When it was over and his hand stroked her hair she smiled at the pleasure in his eyes and nuzzled his hand gently with her head. She was grateful to be allowed to go back to her room where she took a long bath, soaking in the jasmine scented oil that Kawana provided her with. She didn't climb out until the water began to cool and her skin was wrinkled. After her bath she slipped into bed and dozed until Kawana called for her once more.

“Miss Bond it would please me if you pleasure the artist this evening.”

Jane nodded her head slowly, her voice soft but distracted as her mind spun to think of Boris, "Yes Master, as you wish." Leaning up she kissed him softly, tenderly, before turning and leaving his prescence to go to Boris' room.

Outside of Boris door she paused for a moment, her thought whirling in her head and her body quivering with a sudden surge of anger, fear, and desire. Drawing a deep breath to steady herself she reached up and knocked gently.

For Jane tonight would be a moment of truth and she wasn't sure she was ready for it.

 

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Boris had spent a tortured day. The images of Jane, the way she looked at the African, his own emotion that fought within him, his love for her causing an ach in his hear that he was sure would kill him, the rage for what the African had done to his sweet Jane, the thoughts of Anne and how sweet the petite blonde, how loving and giving she was, of his own growing feelings for the girl, the revulsion at Jane’s wanton display. All these played across his face as he opened the door.

Boris heart nearly stopped as he saw Jane standing there. Boris stood there not moving not saying anything as he saw his love. The moments dragged by then slowly he took Jane into his arms dragging her into the room. His lips met hers, the taste of her mouth, the warmth of her body so close to his. Boris felt his heart stir, a pang of longing, and desire for her filled every fiber of his being.

“Jane I love you more than life itself.”

And yet Boris could not raise his eyes to meet Jane’s, as his demons wrenched at his soul, he feared that he would not see her love mirrored in her soft blue gray eyes.

 

[caela]

Jane nearly turned and ran as she saw the play of emotions that moved across Boris' face. It was that brief instant of revulsion that cut her to the heart though and stuck with her. Suddenly though she was in his arms and her lips were meeting his, her body pressing against him while warm tears slid down her cheeks.

“Jane I love you more than life itself.”

She whimpered softly and tipped his chin, forcing his eyes to lock with hers, her own love for him shining in her gaze as she asked the hardest question in her life, "Do you Boris? Do you love me? ME as I am now, not the girl you stole from her father so long ago, not the young woman you started on her path to self awareness but me? Do you love me or do you love the memory of that woman that you hold in your heart? I can never be that shy innocent again Boris and I think it is her that you love."

She paused for a moment before continuing, her voice catching as tears rolled down her cheeks, "But Anne can. I've seen the way she looks at you Boris, and I've seen the revulsion in your eyes when you watch me in the playroom. Kawana's never tried to take her as deep or as dark as he does me, he doesn't think she has the spirit for it...maybe he's right. Do you love her Boris?"

 

[cgraven]

Jane’s soft whimper as she forced him to gazed into his eyes, the tears that trickled down her cheeks, as her question tore at his heart and soul forcing Boris to confront the demons that tortured him, the very questions that plagued him. Was it Jane that he loved or the image of her that he had carried in his heart.

The pain in his soul, the pain of her questions where mirrored in his dark hazel eyes. When Jane continued her voice softly probing his soul.

"But Anne can. I've seen the way she looks at you Boris, and I've seen the revulsion in your eyes when you watch me in the playroom. Kawana's never tried to take her as deep or as dark as he does me, he doesn't think she has the spirit for it...maybe he's right. Do you love her Boris?"

That simple question cut Boris to the very soul was it Anne he loved or was it her sweet innocence, her fragile beauty that so reminded him of the Jane he had once known and loved so deeply.

The moments slipped by in a long torturous examination of his own soul and heart. Slowly his own tears trickled down his cheek to mingle with Jane’s. His eyes searched hers and he saw her love for him still shinning through the sadness of Jane’s wounded soul. Slowly Boris began to speak letting his heart not his mind give voice to his words.

“Jane the revolution you see is not for you but for how I have failed you. I should have come for you the night of the auction. But I didn’t.“

Boris held Jane’s eyes now and did not sigh from her piercing gaze.

“Anne longs to be a slave, her Master’s wishes her only desire. Her innocence her saving grace. Do I lover her……………………………..No.”

Boris paused his tears freely flowing now.

“………And she knows it but feels she has betrayed you Jane by willingly being with me.”

Boris cradled Jane in his arms his lips brushed hers as he gathered her closer.

“Jane you said a part of you was bound to Kawana, that you where content here. But there is more to that bound Jane than you are willing to admit. He fills a need in you, I have seen the way you look at him, how his slightest touch fills you with a joy I have never seen in you before..”

Boris paused his eyes searching Jane’s.

“Do you Love him Jane?”

 

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Jane curled into Boris arms as they spoke, each baring their soul to the other.

“Jane the revolution you see is not for you but for how I have failed you. I should have come for you the night of the auction. But I didn’t.“

"How could you have come for me that night? I was there Boris, I saw all the gaurds surrounding that hall and I'm certain there were many I didn't see. If you'd come for me then M's revenge would have been complete because he would have killed you...and he would have made me watch it."

She was glad he held her gaze now, neither of them put up their walls; each allowing the other to see their hearts. She was glad to hear that he didn't love Anne and she that gladness shine in her eyes.

“………And she knows it but feels she has betrayed you Jane by willingly being with me.”

"Betrayed me? Boris I never told her who you were, how would she know that her being with you could possibly be a betrayal of me?" The question worried Jane for all of 30 seconds until she remembered that Kawana had already guessed Bori' identity so there was no need to worry over it's discovery.

“Jane you said a part of you was bound to Kawana, that you where content here. But there is more to that bound Jane that you are willing to admit. He fills a need in you, I have seen the way you look at him how his slightest touch fills you with a joy I have never seen in you before..” “Do you Love him Jane?”

Jane held Boris' gaze as she thought on his question. She let him see as she honestly probed her own heart and finally gave him the same answer she had given Kawana to a similar question. " Love...no. I care for him, deeply, respect him, want him, my body thrills to his touch and knows it well. If I leave this place I will miss him and there will be times that I yearn for him. He will always have a part of my soul Boris, but he's never asked for my heart and he knows that my heart is yours. We've always had honesty between us, Kawana and I."

 

[cgraven]

" Love...no. I care for him, deeply, respect him, want him, my body thrills to his touch and knows it well. If I leave this place I will miss him and there will be times that I yearn for him. He will always have a part of my soul Boris, but he's never asked for my heart and he knows that my heart is yours. We've always had honesty between us, Kawana and I."

He knew Jane believed all that she said, and yet Boris saw a flicker of doubt as she spoke, that the very idea that she could love Kawana was something she could not accept consciously, and only time and leaving the compound would truly answer it. But for now Boris was satisfied with Jane’s answer for he knew that at least consciously she believed with her whole heart what she said. His eyes smiling down into hers he again saw the Jane he loved, for despite all that she had been through there was an innocent trust in their love.

Boris made love to Jane that night, it was wild and savage, tender and loving, all the emotions that warred within their souls was given freely in their physical union.

Boris kissed Jane awake, the gray light of dawn just creeping across the window sill.

“Jane there is no way that I can free you from here with out someone dying in the process. The compound is to well guarded.”

He paused his eyes searching Jane’s.

“I could offer to buy you from Kawana but I do not think he will sell you I have seen the way he looks at you.”

There was a desperate haunted look in Boris’s eyes as if he knew he had failed Jane again.

Kawana had told Jane not to tell Boris that he knew who he was, and he had offered Jane a way out but the price was high and would require all her will power to pay it.

Boris searched Jane’s eyes.

“What are we to do my love.”

 

[caela]

Kawana had told Jane not to tell Boris that he knew who he was, and he had offered Jane a way out but the price was high and would require all her will power to pay it.

Jane sighed softly trying to decide how much she could tell Boris. Kawana had forbidden her to tell him that he knew who Boris was and Jane wouldn't, she'd given her word and that was one of the few things that were left to her to give freely. But she hadn't been forbidden to tell him that Kawana had offered a chance at her freedom. Or the price. Not entirely anyway, he'd said she couldn't tell him anything he didn't need to know. She thought he needed to know but she couldn't speak, couldn't tell him.

“What are we to do my love.”

She looked up to him, her eyes lost but trusting. "I don't know but we have time to think. Give me a day or two and I will let you know what I come up with my love." Kissing him softly she left before she could begin to cry once more.

Without reailzing she had done it she found herself before Kawana's door and knocked gently. Half of her hoped he wouldn't be there and the other half hoped he was. When he opened the door she slipped inside and knelt before him, her eyes pleading with him.

"I need to tell him at least part of it Master, " she said in a rush before he could speak."He agonizes over how he to try and free me and he does love me still though he feels he has failed me greatly. I don't ask to be allowed to tell him that you know who he is, only the terms you have set for my freedom and revenge. This isn't a choice I can make alone Master, it effect him as much as it does me and in the end it may be too much for him to bear. I would rather send him away and stay here until you tire of me, knowing he loved me still, then win my freedom only to lose both you and his love."

 

[cgraven]

"I need to tell him at least part of it Master,………He agonizes over how he to try and free me and he does love me still though he feels he has failed me greatly. I don't ask to be allowed to tell him that you know who he is, only the terms you have set for my freedom and revenge. This isn't a choice I can make alone Master, it effect him as much as it does me and in the end it may be too much for him to bear. I would rather send him away and stay here until you tire of me, knowing he loved me still, then win my freedom only to lose both you and his love."

Kawana looked down on Jane he saw the soft pleading in her stormy blue-gray eyes. The very thought of losing Jane pierced his heart and for once his well studied gaze could not hide his sorrow at her lose. His Hand tenderly cupped Jane’s cheek, his fingers traced the line of her jaw as if committing it to memory.

“Jane if you tell him what the price is for your freedom he will not allow it, for his love would compel him to deny it my dear for he knows your hatred for “M”.”

The African eyes soften even more.

“The decision must be yours alone Jane for it is you that must pay the price not him. If you tell Boris you know he would leave rather than let you give yourself to “M”.

There was an inescapable truth in Kawana ‘s words and he saw it in Jane’s eyes.

“You may tell him that I will sell you to him for one more commission of you and Anne together.”

Kawana slowly withdrew his hand he half hoped that Jane would refuse as he waited for her answer. Yet the Look in her eyes when she spoke of Boris haunted the African.

 

[caela]

“The decision must be yours alone Jane for it is you that must pay the price not him. If you tell Boris you know he would leave rather than let you give yourself to “M”.

Jane sighed softly, she hated hearing it but she knew he was right. Boris would never allow her to give herself to M, their mutual hatred of him would be forever seared in his mind if she did it. And she finally realized that if she gave herself to M it would eat at her own soul. No matter how much she loved Boris the price was too high, if she did it she would eventually come to hate him for it even though it wasn't his fault. Fate had dealt them their cards, now they must play them.

“You may tell him that I will sell you to him for one more commission of you and Anne together.”

Tears slid down Jane's cheeks. The freedom she longed for was so very close, close enough she could almost taste and touch it but the price was more than she knew her soul could bear. Her voice was a soft dejected whisper reaching Kawana's ears, "There will be no need. The price is too high, I can't pay it without coming to hate him for it. If I did it I would lose everything anyway."

 

[cgraven]

Tears slid down Jane's cheeks. The freedom she longed for was so very close, close enough she could almost taste and touch it but the price was more than she knew her soul could bear. Her voice was a soft dejected whisper reaching Kawana's ears, "There will be no need. The price is too high, I can't pay it without coming to hate him for it. If I did it I would lose everything anyway."

Kawana’s eyes mirrored the sorrow in Jane’s as she spoke. Then he held his arms out to her encircling her and drawing her close.

“You have told him about us Jane haven’t you?”

His eyes would not let her lie.

“And your love has survived and grown stronger.”

It was a statement not a question. The African brushed the tears from Jane’s cheek. He let the young beauty lay in the comfort of his arms taking solace and strength from his mere physical presence. He wanted Jane to stay, to be his with out reservation but he knew if she persisted in her decision that the Shadow of Boris would always be between, and if he let Jane go without paying the price his shadow would forever be between her and Boris. As Jane curled closer to him Kawana slowly spoke, as he told Jane what lay in his heart. Finally he lifted her chin his dark eyes searching hers.

“You say If you did it you would lose everything anyway Jane."

The African paused for he knew Jane better than she knew herself. Had seen her darkest passion before she ever realized that they where there.

“Jane what you say could happen, if your love for Boris is not part of your ever fiber.”

Kawana paused his lips brushed the young beauty’s in a tender kiss.

“And if you don’t Jane then you have lost everything already.”

Kawana held her for a long time in silence letting Jane ponder what he had said. Finally he spoke.

“Is your love for Boris not worth risking everything for it? For until you face ”M” and submit to him he will living or dead always stand between you and your happiness . His shadow casted across your life forever. Only in willingly submitting to him can you break his power over you Jane.”