Jane Bond

"Thank you for being kind to her...Master."

Kawana was pleased by Jane’s soft whisper as she pressed close to him her head resting on his shoulder. With out a word the huge African swept Jane off her feet and into his arms. He carried her to his bed claming her as his. Kawana showed Jane that not only could he bring searing pain but also unimagined pleasure.

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Days turned into weeks the weeks became a month. For the first few days Jane and Anne where brought together to the “Playroom” and always Jane would be taken first then she would be called on to help in Anne’s initiation to ever darker pleasures. Kawana never told the young beauty what to do or how to do it but let Jane’s fertile imagination guide her in the training of Anne, letting Jane explore even darker passions of her own. By the beginning of the second week each of the young beauties went to the “Playroom” separately. Some nights Jane would come to Kawana’s bed, other evenings Anne would, at other times the young beauties where allowed to console each other, yet always the “Playroom” was the focal point of their existence. Kawana never tried to break Jane's firry spirit but rather he seduced it, molding it to his will.

Each day Jane took another step deeper into his world, each day she submitted a little more, as the African challenged her body, opened up doors to even darker pleasures, that by the end of the third week Jane was submitting to things she never could have imagined she would. Slowly step by step Kawana was binding Jane to him body and soul, as the life she had know became lost in their dark passions.


Anne and Jane had free movement of the compound. When not serving their Master. One room contained pictures and sculptures of young women. Each was highly erotic, some where poses of torment, others of loving adoration, but the one common facture was that each young woman possessed a delicate beauty and a finely sculptured, lithe body.

“They are slaves I have trained.”

Kawana voiced startled the girl’s. That night he took both to his bed.

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At the beginning of the second month Kawana had begun to challenged Jane’s imagination and her own seething dark passion when she was brought to the “Playroom”. He made her a part of her submission to him, forcing Jane to confess her deepest and darkest desires.

“How shall you please me today Miss Bond?”
 
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As the days turned into weeks and their life settled into a sort of pattern Jane found it harder and harder to keep her gaurd up. Kawana didn't just take and use her body as she'd expected, if he had it would have been easy to despise him. But now, he seduced not just her body but her mind and soul as well, seeking her desires and manifesting them on her flesh. There were days when she'd wander the halls of the compound and the knowing looks on the gaurds faces told her that the markings of her latest sessions with Kawana showed on her skin through the thin materials that most of their clothes were made of.

And he talked to her. This had startled Jane. The first time he'd found her in the compounds vast library she'd been startled and thought for a moment she'd be in trouble but instead he sat in a chair opposite her and they'd discussed not just the book she'd chosen from the shelf that day but others she'd read. She'd quite enjoyed it and had lost herself nearly as much in the conversation as she did when he laid claim to her body. Only later did she realize that she'd spent nearly three hours in conversation with him and been utterly at her ease!

She'd also been surprised to find that he could be generous. She'd tentatively asked one night if it would be possible for her to take up her dancing again in some spare room. He hadn't said anything then and Jane has assumed that meant no. A week later she was surprised when one of the gaurds knocked at the door to the room she and Anne shared, two of them entered carrying bags which they placed on the bed telling her to find old Timon when she was done going through them. She'd nearly dove at the bags and squeeled in delight when she found ballet slippers, leotards, albums...everything she'd need to take up her dancing once more. Quickly changing into a leotard and checking the fit of the slippers, which she than carried, she'd gone to find Timon who had shown her to a room that had been changed into a studio. Mirrors lined the walls and the hardwood floors gleamed under the bright lighting, the bar against the wall was the perfect height as if it had been placed with her in mind.

She'd lost herself in practice that day and when Kawana had summoned her that night she'd gone to him and for the first time given herself fully over to simply seeking his pleasure. That night she gave herself to him without his having to take anything from her first.

Afterward it was even harder for Jane to fight him.

Her relationship with Anne changed over the weeks as well. They became used to seeing each other naked and in highly charged erotic situations. While they never moved to touch each other sexually outside the playroom inside of it they slowly became more licentious. Kisses and touches lingered longer and a small smile would curve their lips as they understood each others pleasure as only one woman to another can. Neither ever asked what transpired on the night Kawana would only call one of them, it didn't matter. There was no jealousy between them and really no secrecy either, if one of them had asked the other would have told quite readily. Anne too recieved her presents from Kawana and Jane wasn't surprised when Anne told her in a soft whisper once night that she loved Kawana and hoped he's never release her.

Jane had just smiled and filed that fact away, when Boris came for her she would offer Anne a choice but she wouldn't force her friend to leave if she truly wished to remain.

And so her time passed in a blur for Jane, fighting to remain aloof and seperate from Kawana though it seemed each day he would try to bind her tighter to him. Some days she wasn't sure what she was fighting anymore and others her rage blazed to life in a righteous fury and those days she'd push him until he hurt her enough to make her pain override her pleasure. Those were the days when his marks would glow from her skin for days after.

Tonight was such a night though she tried to keep her fury in check as he asked softly, “How shall you please me today Miss Bond?” She knew he'd see the fire smoldering in her eyes but instead of keeping them cast down to hide it she looked to his, locking her gaze defiantly on him as she growled softly, "By sending Anne to you, she'd bound to be more pleasing than I will be today. I am in no mood for your games this night...Master, " the last she sneered in a voice dripping with contempt.
 
She knew he'd see the fire smoldering in her eyes but instead of keeping them cast down to hide it she looked to his, locking her gaze defiantly on him as she growled softly, "By sending Anne to you, she'd bound to be more pleasing than I will be today. I am in no mood for your games this night...Master, " the last she sneered in a voice dripping with contempt.

Kawana’s simple question “How shall you please me today Miss Bond?” had been a calculated action to test the young beauty’s response. The African was no fool he had noticed that every tie Jane seemed to soften to bend to his will and to willingly submit, her firry spirit would flare as if she was fighting herself fighting her very nature, pushing him to cause her unbearable pain to mask the pleasure hr supple young body so craved. His temper flared the cords in the African’s neck stood out every muscle trembled with controlled rage. Kawana’s eyes met Jane’s stormy blue-gray eyes, he saw the challenge in their, her unbroken spirit, and yet there was something else, a dark smoky passion as well. His eyes held Jane’s as he slowly began to speak in his calm smooth voice.

“Miss Bond you Displease Me

This was the first time that he had ever told the young beauty that she had displeased him and with those biting words so gently spoken he became remote. Turning to the guards he issued his command.

“Bring me the blonde.”

Then turning his attention to Jane again.

“Miss Bond your behavior can not go unpunished.”

Kawana studied Jane as she knelt there he saw her body stiffen, her eyes shimmering in anticipation of the pain he would inflicted on her.

“You shall be confined to your room, you shall not have access to the library, nor your dance studio, until you come tome and beg my forgiveness.”


With a snap of his fingers the guards stepped forward.

“Return her to her room.”

Jane’s world now became the confines of her room. Anne did not return, and for the first time in her life Jane was truly alone with only her stubbord pride for comfort.
 
Jane's eyes held Kawana's he he issued his decree that she be confined to her room. Rising regally she swept from the playroom between two gaurd without a word. Anne had been startled to see Jane come back so soon and was even more so when the gaurds told her that Kawana wanted her instead. Anne was no fool and she knew that Jane must have done something stupid because Kawana had never before sent one girl back in exchange of the other.

Jane silently watched Anne leave and sank onto the bed with a soft sigh, her body trembling with supressed rage and need. It took hours but eventually she fell into a fitful sleep and her dreams that night were, for the first time, not of Boris but of Kawana. She woke screaming in anguish as her heart seemed to break within her chest and fell back to the bed sobbing and aching to be held in Boris arms. She realized slowly that she was beginning to lose hope of his ever being able to free her from this prison.

Jane had never been good at being confined. Granted she'd often spent days on end in her lab but leaving was always an option. Held against her will and locked in her room she didn't become restless as most people would, instead she sank into despair. Without even Anne for company her mind had too much time to turn it's wheels and think and all her thoughts revolved around Boris and Kawana. She knew what Kawana wanted but she refused to give it to him knowing that if she did she'd lose Boris forever because she'd never be able to go back to him. And to, Kawana wanted her bound to him simply because he had bought her and willed it, Boris had bound her to him with love and she refused to trade love for ownership no matter what her body might crave.

Days passed and Jane didn't leave her room. She wasn't even allowed to the kitchen, the gaurds brought her meals three times a day but each day she ate less and less. More than one meal was returned to the kitchen's untouched. As her hope of escape and freedom died within her Jane simply became listless and would sit for hours by the window in her room and stare out at nothing.

Two weeks passed and she talked to no one. She'd stopped talking to the gaurds when they brought her meals and sometime during the first week she'd stopped eating altogether. Even as she despaired she made a decision, if she couldn't escape one way she would escape another. As she continued to refuse her meals even the gaurds became worried and finally one gathered the courage to speak to Kawana about Jane.

He chose a time when Kawana seemed in good spirits having just finished both a long session with the blonde and a good meal. The gaurd was hesitant but finally approached when Kawana motioned him forward.

"Sir, it's the girl, Miss Bond...Sir she'd quit eating and just sits and stares out the window day and night. I don't think none of us have seen her move from that chair in three or four days and she don't eat. We, we think she's choosing to die Sir." The gaurd was no fool and had slipped back out of arms reach before that last remark...Kawana hadn't been dubbed 'The Butcher' for nothing after all.
 
Kawana Came to Jane that evening, he saw her despair, and that her firry spirit seemed to have deserted her. He gathered her in to his arms like the sick child she was, cradled her to his chest.

“Dear Jane I feel so sorry for you.”

His voice was gentle his manner tender, there was no trace of sarcasm nor hint that he was taunting her. Rather his voice carried a deep compassion that the young beauty had never heard before, or would have believed possible of the African.

“Do you think that I wish to bind you to me because you are my Property Jane? Oh dear child you know better than that you where no stranger to the dark pleasures when we first met.”

Kawana lets his words sink in as he cradled her.

“If so Jane I could have broken you long ago bound you to me in fear, demanded that you serve me because I owned you.”

An again he paused as he held her like a father might hold his grieving child. Kawana held her for a long time as the silence dragged on between them.

“You once told me “M” had killed your Lover and Master Boris, would he want you to kill yourself for him? I have seen the way that he has trained you Jane and I do not believe that such a man who loved you so would wish your death. I believe he would wish you to live and to seek happiness if you could.”

Kawana’s hand gently stroked Jane’s chestnut tresses.

“You have born your punishment well Jane I have no wish to see you dead or to brake your spirit, You are free to roam the compound, to use your studio.”

The African kissed the crown of Jane’s head and slowly he began to rise.

“Be happy as you can Jane and live if not for yourself then for his memory.”

Kawana rose and turned towards the door.
 
“Be happy as you can Jane and live if not for yourself then for his memory.”

Those last words broke something in Jane and a soft sob escaped her. Tears she hadn't shed slid down her cheeks, tears for herself, for the man she'd come to believe she'd lost and for the love that had shown her who she was. Her tear filled eyes looked up to Kawana as he turned to leave her room and without thought her hand reached out, her fingers gripping his, her voice a soft plea, "Please Kawana."

It was the first time she'd used his name since the day he'd ordered her to call him Master and in her eyes was a plea to be held. She felt suddenly as lost as in her first days with Boris when she had been discovering who she was outside of being her father's daughter and the star of MI6's labs. Gently his arms wrapped around her and Jane burrowed in against his chest letting all of her pain and anguish leave her in the sobs that wracked her body.

Very slowly she calmed, her breathing returning to normal as she looked up to Kawana from eyes red rimmed and swollen from her tears. Some part of her mind knew she must look a fright, she was wan and pale from not eating and her face always grew blotchy when she cried so. Turning her head to gaze out her window once more she sighed softly, "What is happiness without love?"

The question was more for herself than Kawana and gently she pulled herself from his arms. "You're right, Boris wouldn't have wanted me to die for him, but he wouldn't have wanted me sold on an auction block either. If I give you what you want Kawana how long will it be before you grow bored with Anne and myself? How long until we too are nothing more than statues on a shelf because you've sold us and moved on to someone new?"

As she looked up to him once more her spirit flared to life behind her eyes, that core of steel glittering in her gaze. She no longer pretended to protect Anne or anybody for that matter, all she cared about now where the slowly mending pieces of a soul that had shattered when she'd given up hope of Boris coming for her. A soul she was not eager to give away again to someone who would only turn and sell her once he had it firmly in the palm of his hand.
 
The African listened as Jane poured out her soul to him. He held the frail beauty in his arms letting her come to him in her own way.

“"What is happiness without love Jane simple a chance for love and that is much more than most people get in life.”

Kawana listen closely to Jane’s questions he consider her words, he saw the flash of her spirit in those sad, tear stained blue-gray eyes. He knew she was tittering on the brink of taking the last step in her long journey that had started at the slave auction. For the first time the African let down the guard he kept so close, his dark eyes let Jane see beyond the mask to the man.

“Jane It is true that I buy and sell women, I train them for new masters.”

He could have lied to her but chose not to.

“In your and Anne’s case I bought you for myself. There was something in your own fierce spirit that called to my soul and she well, she was such an innocent and so dependent on you how could I separate you two? Anne could have faired much worst Jane.”

Kawana paused letting Jane rest in the security of his arms.

“I am not sure that I am capable of love, but I do cherish you Jane and will give you what you need. It is much more likely that it is you who will tier of me and ask for a new Master and a new chance at the love you seek.”

Again the cold mask dropped as he held the young beauty. It was now up to Jane to accept what he offered it was up to her to take that final step.
 
A chance at love. Was that even something she wanted anymore? She didn't know. Looking up into Kawana's open gaze though she realized she'd have no safer place than this to figure it out. Reaching up her fingers caressed his cheek gently before she leaned up and kissed him tenderly...the first time she had initiated a kiss.

"I don't know if I can love anymore myself, it's not fair to ask it of someone else. If you truly want me as I am than I'm yours Kawana. I don't promise to always be sweet and pleasing, and I can gaurantee there will be days I will push whatever button I can find simply to make you hurt me. I can also promise there will be times I will chafe at this collar around my neck and fight you for the sheer adrenaline rush of seeing how far I can push."

Drawing herself from his arms she pushed away from the chair she'd been curled in for days and gasped when knotted muscles tightened in pain. With her decision made she seemed to be coming back to life. Spirit flashing in her eyes and an amused smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Moving to the center of the room she began to move through her stretches, lengthening and releasing the tension in her body. She felt her stomach growl for the first time in what seemed like forever and knew he could hear it which drew a laugh from her lips.

"I guess if I am going to be of any use to anyone I will have to start eating again. God I'm starved. Do me a favor please Master, the next time I want to wallow in misery and be stupid remind me to eat."
 
It had taken a little over a month and a half but Jane had at last submitted to Kawana, she had taken the final step, and he savored the moment behind that cold unreadable mask of his.

The African’s arms opened to Jane as she stood on her tip toes to kiss him, never so sweet was a kiss, as their tongues sensually danced in each other’s mouths. Slowly Kawana broke the kiss Jane’s lips cling to his.

“Jane that I shall!”

His voice was tinged with mirth and then it took on the old pleasant tones.

“Miss Bond and when you do press my buttons I shall discipline you and give that firry spirit all the adrenaline rush you can handle.”


Kawana stepped back his hands still holding Jane’s his eyes taking in her delicate beauty.

“And after you eat You Will join me in the playroom, I have missed seeing your supple body dance to our dark passions. Shall it be the flogger or the rack Miss Bond or both?”


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Three months had passed since the auction and Boris’s temper was short even Yuri and Petrovoff dreaded seeing him for fear of his anger.

“Boris I think you will be interested in this.”

Yuri handed him an envelope addressed to Micka


Micka,

I have admired your work for many years and would deem it a pleasure if you would be my guess at my compound. I have two young beauties that only your talent can do their beauty justice. I desire two statues one of each. I have very defiant ideas for the general composition but of course I will be guided by your artistic eye. As for payment I trust 2,000 pounds sterling a piece will be satisfactory.


The rest of the letter dealt points of contact if the commission interested Micka. But the thing that caught Boris’s eye was that it was signed by Kawana

This was the chance the invitation into the butcher’s layer.

Yuri ask him if a date three week later would do as I have pervious commitments but that I am intrigued by his offer.

“But Boris to leave her there them more weeks?”

“Yuri If I jump at his offer it might make him suspicious. Be sides Jane could never submit to a beast like that.”
 
“And after you eat You Will join me in the playroom, I have missed seeing your supple body dance to our dark passions. Shall it be the flogger or the rack Miss Bond or both?”

Jane laughed softly and grinned to him, her heart feeling lighter now that she had decided to no longer fight him. "Both I think Master." Much to her delight it was indeed both that night.

As the days passed Jane's life settled once more and if she wasn't always happy she was at least content. There were days where her heart ached and she thought that she would fall apart in despair for missing Boris but she learned to channel that despair into her dancing or simply went to Kawana and begged him to bring her enough pain to push away anything else. She didn't love Kawana but her body burned for him and she savored the passions he could bring her too...and the darker corners of her soul bound themselves to him seeing him something that lay deep within herself as well.

Nearly three and a half months after coming to his compound Kawana told Jane he was commisioning statues of herself and Anne and that the artist would soon be coming to the compound. She was startled at first and had looked up sharply to him a part of her thinking this could only be a pre-cursor to his selling off her and Jane. She pushed him hard that night and bore the marks of her punishment for it for nearly a week. God how she hated canes!

Finally the day of the artists arrival came and Kawana had Jane and Anne arrayed in nearly matching outfits, Janes the same black silk she had worn that first night and Anne's an exact replica except for the color which was that dark pink that so made her creamy flesh glow.

They stood just behind Kawana, one on each side, a delicate golden leash running from each collar to his strong hands as they watched the car pull up to the compound.
 
Boris had arranged for Yuri to accompany him as his assistant the drive from the capital’s airport was long ad despite the comforts of the limonene Boris was restless . His interest peeked as the compound drew into view his well practiced eye noting security, possible avenues of escape all the numerous detail that would spell the difference between success and failure.

His heart almost broke as he saw Jane, the in black silk, the scandalous outfit accentuating her delicate beauty, the golden collar that graced her slender neck, her rich silken chestnut hair worn in a tight French braid, and the golden leash that Kawana held so lightly. But most of all he noticed the sweet way that she glanced at the huge African before lowering her eyes demurely. Ann was dressed in replica of Jane’s gown except for the color which was a sensual dark pink her blonde tresses lose in seductive wild disarray. And her stolen glances at her master spoke of love.

Boris had been prepared for almost anything but the Look he saw in Jane’s smoke blue-grey for Kawana. Yuri had noticed the way that the two young beauties look at the African and he knew how it must have wounded Boris, yet he kept his thoughts to himself.

As the car door was opened Kawana led his two pets, their eyes demurely and dutifully lower to greet his guest.

” Micka it is a pleasure to meet such a talented artist as yourself.”

The African bowed slightly at the waist.

” I would like to present Anne, and Jane. They will be the subject of your commission.”

With a slight tug on Ann’s leash she raised her eyes to meet Boris’s.

“A pleasure to meet you Micka.”

Then she lowered her eyes again. Kawana gave the merest tug on Jane’s leas and as she raised her eyes they met Boris’s dark hazel eyes.
 
Kawana gave the merest tug on Jane’s leas and as she raised her eyes they met Boris’s dark hazel eyes.

A small smile curved Jane's lips at the tug to the leash. Kawana so rarely bothered with the leashes, they truly only ever came out when he wanted to impress a visitor and were thus seen as a minor annoyance to the girls. As her eyes lifted and met Boris hazel gaze her heart seemed to stop in her chest and it took every ounce of her training not to accidently betray his identity. Her entire body tensed for a single second as all she wanted to do was throw herself into his arms. Instead she matched Anne's soft tone and murmured, "It's an honor to meet you Micka, our Master has praised your work highly."

While Kawana's eyes were on Boris and Yuri Jane's eyes held Boris' own, her gaze pleading with him for only a second before a slight twitch in Kawana's shoulder told her he was about to turn and her eyes dropped. He invited the men into the compound and turned his grip on the leashes light as a feather, if either had chosen a simple jerk would have pulled them free of his grip on their tethers. But neither chose to. Both girls followed softly in his wake.

Jane could feel Boris' eyes on her as they moved deeper into the compound, Kawana playing the affable host and showing his guests where they would be roomed, the kitchen, the library, the room she and Anne shared, he even showed them Jane's dance studio. She wondered what Boris thought of that and it took her a moment to realize that they were wending their way ever lower through the compound. Jane could feel her cheeks burning when they finally reached the playroom and Kawana threw the door open with pride.

After that Jane simply couldn't meet Boris eyes. She felt like her world had been torn apart around her. She'd lost hope and finally found some peace in her life only to have the one person she'd never thought to see again appear on her doorstep. What was he thinking? What was he feeling? Would he hate for submitting to Kawana? Would he understand?

As her worry and thoughts swirled in her head a new emotion surged forward... anger at Boris. What if he didn't understand? Would he dare to censure her when it was his own idea that had pur her here? Would he have the audacity to be angry with her? Tossing her head regally she lifted her eyes and met his in a hard gaze that only he saw, her eyes saying to him, look full and see where my submission to YOUR idea has brought me.
 
Boris had seen the look in Jane’s eyes the little shimmer of the love that they had shared, but the way she had looked at Kawana haunted him, for it was not the look of a young beauty being held against her will. Their tour of the compound, and particularly as Kawana put Jane’s dance studio, led him to believe that Jane had submitted to the African and not to the situation. His mood only grew darker as they wound their way down to the “Playroom”. When they entered both girl’s had dropped to their knees demurely lowering their eyes.

” Micka I am very familiar with your work and its erotic quality and knowing that all artist need inspiration……………………..”

Kawana had been playing the gracious host as he had on several occasions since Jane had given herself to him and this was not the first visitor that he had brought to the “Playroom” to show his loving pets to. Grant it in the past they where customers who had desired his services as a trainer for their new slaves. And the girl’s had shown what an excellent trainer Kawana was.

“I will have Jane, Ann strip so you can see their beauty, then select a station to show you how accomplished they are, for an artists need inspirations my pets. Micka each has a unique personality, Anne is a fragile shy beauty that is eager to please and Jane a firry spirit that is only truly free when she embraces her darker passionate nature.

Kawana turned smiling at the girls.

” Jane, Anne you may strip now.”

Kawana turned his attention to Boris. The African did not even bother to look at his pets to see if they would obey.
 
Kawana turned his attention to Boris. The African did not even bother to look at his pets to see if they would obey.

Jane knew that the fact that Kawana didn't bother to watch to see if she and Anne would obey would be more damning than anything else. It spoke volumes to the fact that both girls were well trained and obediant. Granted Jane had a tendency to act out when the mood was upon her but she wouldn't dream of embarassing Kawana in front of guests and he knew it.

Slowly both girls rose to their feet, Jane with her lithe dancers grace standing tall and proud as she reached back and tugged free the small knot that held her corset tight to her flesh,deliberatly only loosening it enough to allow the black silk to slide sensuously down her soft flesh to pool at her feet. Sliding her hands down over her sleek stomach to her hips her thumbs hooked into the waist of her skirt and an inviting roll of her hips sent the skirt drifting to the floor as well. She knew Kawana and when he said "strip" that meant everything but her collar and so she reached back and plucked the tie from her hair, her fingers trailing through chestnut tresses until they drifted around her body in silken waves lapping at her tender flesh. Her hair had grown longer in her time in the compound and the tresses slid down her chest and back, curling just about the tips of her nipple as if to accentuate and tease them.

She also knew Boris well and her heart ached at the darkness that had descended in his eyes but it was the path he had set her on that she walked and she eyed him defiantly, her own fiery spirit flaring as if to give life to Kawana's words. Sidling up to Kawana's side she gaze up at the tall African and purred softly in his ear, "Where would you have me displayed, Master?"

Her words were soft but deliberatly loud enough for Boris to hear and her fingertips trailed lightly up and down his arm as she waited for a reply.

Let him be angry, she thought to herself. What did he think would happen here? If it had been just me I might have been able to fight longer but damnit he bought Anne too and does he think me impervious to my own bodies needs? How long did he really think I would be able to cling to my hope of rescue under Kawana's tender (and less than tender) mercies? I love him still but I will not let him damn me for being what he helped show me I am.
 
Sidling up to Kawana's side she gaze up at the tall African and purred softly in his ear, "Where would you have me displayed, Master?"

That soft purr struck Boris harder then any fist could, but when he saw Jane’s firry spirit flare in her stormy blue-gray eyes. His eyes became as colder than Kawana's had ever been. They seemed to scream at her SLUT how COULD YOU give yourself to him!

“Miss Bond do you remember our first night when we initiated Anne to the dark pleasures? The way you bound her, and the rack?”

Kawana had used Miss Bond his word of command that would start the session. But before Jane could answer Ann dropped to her knees and kissed his feet.

Master if it pleases you may I face you this time and may Jane and I wear our clamps?

The African’s dark ebony fingers ran through the petite blonde’s wild golden mane.

“Of course my naughty little pet, you know I can not deny you or Jane anything, when you ask so nicely.”

Then he bent and kissed Jane.

“Do as Anne asks and bring me her flogger and your special toy as well to begin with.”

Kawana idly wondered if Jane and Anne would show their loving passions for each other before the artist or would Jane keep it as their secret. While Boris’s eyes only held disapproval for Jane, and Yuri’s only pity for the both of them. The African full attention was on his two pets, his smile encouraging them to impress his visitors.

Yuri whispered in Boris’s ears.

“My friend what else could she do, die, be beaten, and then what of her friend?”

Yet as the girl’s started to do their master’s bidding Yuri appeared to be quietly discussing their charms an with Micka. Still Boris hard eyes glared at Jane, for the moment his breaking heart was deaf to his friend’s whispered words of wisdom.
 
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Jane could see the accusation and heartbreak in Boris eyes and it tore at her down to her very soul but she couldn't react to it now that Kawana's attention had returned to herself and Anne. Despite the confusion in her own mind she couldn't help but smile tenderly as Anne slipped to her knees and begged with Kawana. It was a movement that they had practiced together in Jane's dance studio until Anne could move through the motions like water flowing downhill.

She knew Anne loved Kawana and felt sorry for her friend that the large African, while adoring her as a pet, couldn't love her in return. She watched the two quietly until Kawana spoke to her once more, “Do as Anne asks and bring me her flogger and your special toy as well to begin with.”

"Yes Master," she murmured softly and moved to do Kawana's bidding, Anne trailing in her wake. Holding her head high she had to walk past Boris to take Anne to the X where she had first been tied and as she passed she whispered low so only he could hear, "Stop glaring before he suspects something." The angle at which she walked kept any but Yuri from seeing her speak and she was careful to keep her voice so low that not even Anne heard her.

When they reached the X she smiled warmly to her friend and leaned in to kiss her gently while her fingers deftly stripped the petite blonde. In the months they'd been here their friendship had changed and taken on a sensual edge. They were never overtly sexual with each other outside of the playroom, and even there sexual touching was at Kawana's command, but it was undeniable that their sensual energies fed off each other and what might be a casual touch among any other friends seemed highly charged between these two women. Cinching the buckles tight to Anne's wrists and ankles Jane grinned to her friend and nipped her lower lip before whispering playfully, "Stay there, I'll be right back," which caused Anne to giggle and pretend to struggle againt the cuffs she knew she couldn't pull loose from.

Watching Anne her heart felt lighter and Jane accepted everything around her. Boris would either come to terms with what she had done or he wouldn't, if he did she would gladly try to leave with him but if he didn't, well if he didn't she knew she could find peace here. She'd already lived the heartbreak he was just now feeling and it had bearly killed her, she wouldn't do it twice and the choice was his to make.

Casting her worries aside she moved with a lithe grace to the cabinet where their favored and most often used toys were kept. Gently her fingers pulled out two sets of clamps, each set having three clamps connected by a delicate golden chain. Fingering them lightly in her palm a small smile curved her lips before she reached in and drew out Anne's flogger. Heavier than the soft deerskin that had been her first introduction to darker passions it still was soft and designed more for sensation than simple pain. Remembering she was to get her own toy as well she reached into the cabinet one last time and drew out the large U shaped dildo that Kawana had used on her that first night. Since than it had become a favorite of both hers and Kawana's, her's because of the myriad of sensations it could send spiraling through her and his because it could be used as both an implement of pleasure or punishment and was gauranteed to draw the screams he so enjoyed hearing filling her throat.

Gently she laid the flogger, the dildo and her own set of clamps out on a table within easy reach of Kawana before returning to Anne. The girls eyes glittered on each other as Jane pressed close and captured her friends lips in a tender kiss while her fingers plucked and teased her young friends nipple until they stood up hard and aching. Grinning wickedly she opened the little jaws of the clamps and let them bite into Anne's flesh, hearing the girls cry of pain and pleasure and knowing that behind them Kawana would be smiling knowingly.

Reaching down between Anne's deeply spread legs she laughed softly while her finger played gently over her friends clit, "What a sweet slut you are dear, you're already more than prepared for your Master and he's not even touched you yet." Anne just laughed at Jane's playful words and murmured back, "Either stop teasing and finish me you bitch or put the clamp on." Again a wicked grin lit Jane's eyes and she nodded, "As you wish darling." Opening the jaws of the last clamp she slid it into place and let the jaws close on Anne's delicate flesh.

The banter between the girls was something that had become normal to them. At first it had been tentative but when they realized that Kawana wouldn't become upset with them for findin humor and comfort in such things it grew until it was as much a part of their play with their Master as the toys he used on them.

Giving Anne one last kiss she turned back and sank gently to her knees at Kawana's side, her grey eyes focused on him though every fiber of her being was highly aware of Boris gaze as well. "Would you display me as you wish me on the rack Master?"
 
Boris was amazed at the changes he saw in Jane, the adoring looks at Kawana, her utter obedience to his every whim had struck at his heart, But as Jane prepared Anne he was further shocked at their loving kisses and caresses.

"What a sweet slut you are dear, you're already more than prepared for your Master and he's not even touched you yet."

Jane had cooed and he felt his muscles draw tight as Anne light laughter as she cooed in return

"Either stop teasing and finish me you bitch or put the clamp on."

Jane r slowly in one graceful fluid motion sank to her knees before Kawana

"Would you display me as you wish me on the rack Master?"

“Yes Miss Bond but first put on your clamps and embrace their kiss.”

The African had not given Jane permission to rise nor did he extend his had to raise her.

“Anne grows restless, and you Miss Bond must learn must learn patience.”

Boris had to grudging admit that the African was a master with the flogger. The petite young blonde danced to the sensual kiss of the leather. Her lithe body arched and strained against her bonds for its caress.

Harder Master, Please

Anne gasped as her body quivered on the edge of ecstasy. Yet her master drew out the moment, till Anne’s soft eyes pleaded with him for the release she craved, and with several delft flicks of his wrist he granted her request. There was a hushed appreciation for his skill. Yet Boris’s eyes where on Jane as she adorned herself with the delicate clamps, He heard the soft gasp, saw the bow of her full ripe lips as she completed her assigned task then remained where she was kneeling awaiting her Master’s pleasure.

The reenactment of that first night in the playroom continued as Kawana turned to Jane.

“You may ease her pain if you wish”

All eyes where on Jane as she went to Ann. The little blonde’s eyes smiled as Jane approached so much had changed since that first night and Ann smiled in anticipation of Jane’s loving caresses and kisses. Her task completed Jane walked to the rack. Her body swayed seductively, It was something Kawana loved and now a well practiced part of their routine. Jane had surrendered her will to the African one step at a time from that first night till a month ago when she gave herself fully to him. She had given her word to him to be his, neither of them had promised love, neither had expected it, and Kawana had kept his word to Jane. Several visitors had offered him a king’s ransom for the firry beauty but always he had refused.

Again the cuffs caressed Jane’s wrists and ankle’s in sweet bondage, the pillows where at the small of her back, the motor’s hummed, screeching Jane’s supple body till it was drawn tight. The fragrance of jasmine & sandalwood her eyes saw the African’s smiling down at her with pride for her, then intimate kiss of her “u” shaped dildo.

Kawana knew what Jane’s body craved, and he gave her what she desired, her soft gasps and moans of pleasure pleased him, and then her scream of ecstasy as she came violently.

As on that first night Kawana mounted the rack to take Jane his ebony hands teasing , tormenting and pleasing her. His lips captured Jane’s as his hips thrust forward to claim her but this time at the press of a button her arms and legs where freed so she could embrace him.
 
“Anne grows restless, and you Miss Bond must learn must learn patience.”

Jane blushed slightly at his comment but simply nodded her head in acquiesence. Patience had never been a strong point with her and no matter how much he tried to beat and seduce it into her it still was a virtue that eluded her. Turning just slightly so she could better view her friend she smiled at Anne's cries of pleasure and watched for long moments before finally reaching up for her own set of clamps.

Drawing the the clamps to herself she turned her eyes to catch Boris' gaze, her fingertips trailing down over the curve of her breasts to tease her own nipples into aching hardness as she had done to Anne's. Without removing her eyes from his she opened the clamps and let the wicked biting teeth sink into her flesh with a soft hiss of pain and mingled pleasure. Holding the last clamp her eyes darkened to a stormy grey like summer stormclouds ready to break as she trailed it down her stomach. One hand reaching down to gently part her labia, opening to Boris view revealing tender folds already as slick and ready as she had accused Anne of being. The jagged teeth of the clamp opened and she deftly place the wicked toy, her body arching up into the pain that shivers through her flesh. Every movement speaking to how often this has been done, how well she knows this kiss of pain.

And then Kawana's voice cut through the haze in her mind, interupting her taunting of Boris, “You may ease her pain if you wish.” Rising slowly she shuddered as the clamps sunk deeper into her flesh and bite her tender skin. She moved to Anne and the swaying of her body was as much for Boris as it was for Kawana, every motion lithe and graceful and full of the sensuous langor that suffused her limbs with each bite of pain from the clamps. Pressing close to Anne the girls kissed and caress each other gently until Anne's breathing had returned to normal and Jane's had grown raggid with need.

Knowing it was time Anne smile and swatted Jane playfully on the ass to push her toward the rack. Jane smiled back to her friend and climbed lightly up onto the rack before her, her body flowing to stretch out upon it, arms and legs reaching almost eagerly for the cuffs that would bind her down to it. As the gears turned and her body was pulled tight a soft sigh of pleasure escaped her lips and soon that sigh built to low moans that only grew louder until she screamed out her pleasure while Kawana used the U shaped dildo on her.

She watched him climb over her and her body shuddered under him her head lifting to meet his kisses and when be plunged into her and released her wrists and ankles with the press of a button she cried out and wrapped her arms and legs around him. Long, graceful dances legs wrapped tight around his dark hips, her skin a pearly contrast to his ebony features, and her hips moved with him. Yet even as they rode their passions out on each other and another cry ripped from her lips she could feel Boris gaze on her and could almost feel her heart breaking all over again.
 
Boris watched mesmerized. As the gears turned and her body was pulled tight, a soft sigh of pleasure escaped her lips. She shuddered under him her head lifting to meet his kisses when be plunged into her.

Boris heat almost broke as Jane’s long graceful legs wrapped tight around his dark hips, her skin a pearly contrast to his ebony features. Her heels locked behind the African drawing him deeper into her. Jane did not hold back her body arching to the ebony giant her eyes, blue –gray eyes smoky with their shared passion. Boris knew his kitten only to well, as much as he wanted to believe Jane was surrendering to her new master because of the situation she had endured, or because she was trying to protect her friend, he knew it was a lie for Jane was more than willing.

After Kwana had wrung two more violent orgasms from Jane he repositioned her on her hands and knees and took her ass. His ebony hands lightly holding her waist to steady Jane. He roared like a lion the master of his pride when Jane also screamed her ecstasy.

At last when Jane breathing had clamed the African helped her from the rack, he led Jane off to the side and beckoned Anne to him. He looked at his two pets. Smiling his pleasure with them and kissed each.

“You have pleased me well my beauties.”

He cupped each of their cheeks in his hands, and then in a whispered voice that was shared just between the two of them he spoke.

“It would please me if you went to our guest’s bed my lovelies, but as always it will be your choice.”

Anne looked up at her Master with loving eyes and then kissed the palm of his hand.”

”What please you Master please me, for you I shall.”

Slowly he turned to Jane.

“And you Miss Bond?”


Boris watched the tender scene between Master and slaves and their was true affection between the three, and he cursed himself for having put Jane in such a position.

He watched as Jane and Ann turned and started to walk towards Yuri and himself.
 
“And you Miss Bond?”

Jane nodded gently and turned her head, her lips brushing against the palm of Kawana's hand where it lay against her cheek. "As you wish Master."

Turning from Kawana she and Anne moved toward Boris and Yuri, the girls looked to each other, their eyes holding for a moment, a silent message sent and recieved before they split. Anne moved to Yuri and smiling brightly up to him linked one arm with his and led him from the playroom. Jane moved to Boris and murmured just loud enough for him to hear, "Play along."

With a smile painted on her face she did as Anne had done and linked an arm with Boris and turned him gently from the room. Her body was still warm and flushed after being so recently taken and she could still feel the humming of arrousal that made her all the more aware of Boris at her side. Leading him through the halls neither spoke except when Jane would nod or speak briefly to one of the gaurds. Guiding Boris back to the room he was shown earlier she closed and locked the door behind them before turning silently to face him.

As she gazed at him her heart was in her eyes, still very much in love with him and not bothering to hide it. There was more in that gaze though, a deeper knowledge of a part of herself she had only begun to explore with him and a calm acceptance of where she was now. As much as she wanted to leave with him if he chose to spurn her after what he had seen in the playroom she would simply go back to Kawana.

"Hello Boris," she said softly, her fingers twitching at her sides as if she'd reach for him but was unsure of her reception and while she might be able to keep her calm standing at the door if he rejected her physically she knew some part of her would shatter all over again. And so she waited to see if he would come to her.
 
This was not the first time that Kawana had made such a request. Sweet little Anne so madly in love with her Master would consent readily each time she was asked. Jane on the other hand would decline, and be punished for the amusement of his guests, and to give Jane the adrenaline rush she had told him that she craved. Weather she had realized it or not by accepting the African’s will she had taken a further step on her long journey into his dark world.

Boris heard Jane’s whisper warning and did as she asked. The sent of the African clung to her supple body, it mingled with the fragrance of her own musky arousal, clinging to her as his mark of ownership even more than the finely wrought gold collar the encircled her slender neck. Boris fought back the tear’s that threatened to betray him. He let Jane take his arm.

The walk to the guest room, was a walk through hell for Boris, the way Jane smiled and nodded to the guards was reminiscent of happier times. Times of love discovered that they had once shared.

"Hello Boris," she said softly, her fingers twitching at her sides. after she had locked the door. So many thought rushed through Boris’s mind that he just stood there dumbly for several moments.

“Jane what have I done to you?”

Boris's voice brimmed with the sadness that was breaking his heart, tears came unbidden to his dark Hazel eyes. He saw Jane take a step towards him. Boris held up his hand to stop her, there was not contempt, or loathing in the gesture just a silent plea for time.

“Is he Kind to you Jane?”

Boris did not wait for Jane’s answer. He had questions he needed the answers for, if they had any hope. Slowly he walked towards the young beauty, stopping just a breath away from her.

“Jane you have feelings for the African don’t you and those feelings run deep don’t they Kitten?

Boris had come half way now it was Jane’s turn. Would she lie to him for tell him the truth.
 
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Hearing the saddness in Boris voice and seeing the tears in those hazel eyes that she had so missed brought tears to her own grey orbs. Gods how she wanted to go to him but he held his hand up to stop her and so she stayed there by the door.

“Is he Kind to you Jane?” “Jane you have feelings for the African don’t you and those feelings run deep don’t they Kitten?

Jane drew a deep breath and though how to answer that question. Her feeling for Kawana weren't something she thought over much at all and so the answer took a moment to frame in her mind. "If you're asking me if I love him than the answer is no Boris. My heart has only ever been yours. If you're asking if I care for him than the answer is yes. And yes he's been kind to me."

She turned then and slid past him deeper into the room. They needed to talk and he was just too close for her to think properly. "Please sit down Boris and let me tell you about the last three and a half months."

She waited seeing the hesitation in his eyes before he finally did as she asked and sat down to listen. The words spilled from her than, everything pouring out of her right down to telling him intimate details that she knew would hurt but that he needed to hear. She also made a point of telling him about her punishment and the two weeks she'd spent in her room refusing to eat and how one of the gaurds had finally gone to Kawana telling him they thought she was going to starve herself...which had been her plan.

"He thinks your dead. I called out your name the first night here to try to cling to myself and he asked about you. I told him I'd lost you thanks to M and he took that to mean that M, or something M had done, had killed you. When I had stopped eating and was prepared to die he asked me if you'd want me to starve myself or try to find some happiness in life.

That was the question that broke me. I knew the compound in and out by than, had seen how it was fortified and knew that breaking into it would be virtually impossible and breaking out even more so. I'd given up hope of seeing you again but when he asked me that...I knew you wouldn't want me dead. You know he never finished that punishment either, it was supposed to go on until I begged forgiveness for displeasing him and instead he came to me and didn't make me beg.

He's never promised or even hinted at love and neither have I. We're honest with each other Kawana and I. Anne is totally in love with though but he doesn't love her either."

Finally she stopped talking and looked up to Boris, trying to read his face wanting to know what he would think of what she had told him.
 
She slipped by him, moving away, deeper into the room.

Please sit down Boris and let me tell you about the last three and a half months."


At that moment the last thing he wanted to hear about was the last three months but he had asked . Boris sat on the edge of the bed listening and Jane’s confession tore at him like the claws of a wild beast, ripping at his heart. She loved only him,……………she did not love Kawana,………..though poor innocent Anne did, but the African did not love the petite blond…….She had been broken by despair,………. then only submitted because she thought that was what Boris would want.

When she finished Jane’s stormy eyes held Boris’s she waited patiently as she studied him, hope and fear both flashing across the depths of her eyes. Boris held out his hand to Jane, felt her fingers entwined in his.

“Jane I love you nothing will ever change that.”

Her eyes still held his, God was she beautiful and yet this was not the same Jane that had been sold at the auction. Boris knew that Jane had told him the truth as far as it went.

“There is more isn’t there kitten? Something that you are afraid to tell me?”

Yes Jane was right they needed to talk and Boris needed to know the whole truth not just half truths, not just what Jane thought he could bear at this moment. Boris’s hazel eyes searched Jane’s. The silence lingered between them, Boris gave Jane’s hand a reassuring squeeze.

“Isn’t there Kitten?“
 
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“There is more isn’t there kitten? Something that you are afraid to tell me?”

Good lord did they both have to compare her to a cat? The thought was crazy but it spun through her mind anyway. Boris called her kitten and Kawana called her his wildcat. She shook her head gently clearing away the inane thoughts and bringing her mind back to the present and to Boris' question.

"I don't know if it's more exactly love, but a clarification. I chose to live because I didn't think you would want me to starve myself to death, but Boris, I gave myself to Kawana of my own choice. He's taken me to darker places than you showed me Boris and a part of me is bound to him.

I could have chosen to continue fighting him but all that brought me was pain and despair and...and he asked me to try and find what happiness I could here." The last was a softly spoken whisper and with it Jane turned her head to look out the window. The fact was she'd found a contentment here that she hadn't realized was possible and she wasn't sure how to explain that to Boris.

"You sought to show me how to be "just Jane". Here I've no choice but to be that love. Here there's been no worries about my father, no threat of M and I'd given up hope of leaving until Kawana had bored of me - which he doesn't seem to be doing - and I've been content here. He had a studio built for me when I asked him for one, and he has stables and Anne and I have free roam of the compound except when we're in the playroom with him.

Even there I think I have more freedom than Anne does. I've pushed him to hurting me more than once and reveled in it love. There are days I push so far he leaves marks that last for over a week before I am satisfied and yet in the end he makes sure that I AM always satisfied.

What you saw earlier was only a small portion of a whole Boris."
 
Jane had turned towards the window absent mindedly looking out on visions that only she saw, that where hers and hers alone, as she began to speak

"You sought to show me how to be "just Jane". Here I've no choice but to be that love and I've been content here. I've pushed him to hurting me more than once and reveled in it love so far he leaves marks that last for over a week before I am satisfied and yet in the end he makes sure that I AM always satisfied.

Again Jane’s soft lilting voice, the words that flowed so sensually across her full ripe lips tore at Boris’s soul. Yet the one thing that she said was more damning than the rest in his eyes, not that the scene in the “Playroom” was just only a small portion of her life her now, a life that Jane was contented with. It was the fact that she said He's taken me to darker places than you showed me Boris and a part of me is bound to him.”

Boris sat in silence his image of Jane forever shattered. He studied her, how at easy she had been walking totally naked through the corridors, how for the first time that he could remember Jane was totally at peace. As she turned towards him as the silence lingered a flash of gold caught his eye. Jane still wore her clamps, had never thought of removing them once they had entered the room, as if she need permission. Their eyes met Boris saw the little gasp as Jane suddenly realized she still wore her clamps. Her hand started to move. Boris took a steadying breath.

“No one has told you to remove them Miss Bond.”

Boris's deep voice was pleasantly mild. He Loved Jane and always would, yet she needed more than he had given her in the past. If they where to have a future then his time as her teacher must come to an end and his role as herMaster must truly start.

“Come here Miss Bond!’

Boris pointed to the floor at his feet.

“I have been told that you have a very wicked imagination. Show me and please girl”

Boris’s eyes soften for just a moment before he pulled the mantel of the Master around his heart, for if he did not, he could not give Jane what she needed what she now craved.
 
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