Lost in Paradise (Closed)

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(This thread is staged approximately five years after the beginning of Ava's and Devon's journey in Slave Training.)

Ava leaned against the railing of second floor balcony as her mind wandered, half hidden by a line of tropical foliage that waved ever so slightly in the breeze. The row of townhomes themselves were far from special, but when combined with the sound of the crashing waves and the soft sigh of the waving foliage waving in the breeze it was hard to ignore the allure of it all. In normal situations the sight of her lingering on her balcony clad in only a short cotton slip would be frowned upon, but here at the resort her exposure would not even bat an eye.

The sound of a car in the distance brought her mind back to the present, and she was genuinely surprised at how long she had been lost in thought. Was Devon back already, and what were they getting themselves into now?

It had been two years since the two of them first arrived here at the resort. When she had been approached by friend with the idea of creating a resort that catered to the sexual desires of the guests. She had been intrigued. When he further inquired if she would be willing to come on as a fulltime member of staff, she was flattered but underwhelmed. After years of working for herself and only taking clients and cases that appealed to her it seemed like a position that would be more stressful than she cared to deal with. When she eventually agreed to consult and assist with the initial staffing and training Brandon was ecstatic. Staffing was easier than she had ever expected. In the end, their staff became incredibly well-rounded with many salaried employees filling simple job openings, in guest services, and food service to self identified submissives wishing to fulfill their own desires and a mix of slaves purchased by the corporation for their skills or beauty to fill the rest. In the end Ava agreed to oversee the small group of 5 trainers who assisted new staff and trained incoming arrivals. Perhaps Brandon always knew that she would never leave, as her accommodations were ever so slightly larger than the rest..

The resort itself was impeccably designed, and while the large part of the hotel flanked the beach they also offered a variety of other lodgings that spread out along the beach and deep into the jungle. Their small tropical island could provide almost any vacation experience you could want and so much more. The island itself sat alongside a small chain of islands, leaving the only way in and out by boat, or occasionally by plane. The remote location offered extra appeal as you were cut off from any normal communications, as well as an incredible sense of privacy and freedom from the oversight of any governmental agencies.

For most, it was true paradise...
 
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Devon let out another long sigh as he checked his watch for what felt like the thousandth time. Whenever he went out on an acquisition run he never knew how long he was going to be gone. He hated being away from Ava this long, but this was business after all, and business had to come first.

When Devon's phone finally rang he picked it up immediately, hoping that everything had gone smoothly. Lord knows it wouldn't be the first time his trip had been elongated because the acquisition team had had delays. "Please tell me you got her..." He said on the phone as he answered it, not even giving the man on the other side a chance to speak first. When the man eventually answered in the affirmative and told him that they were a couple of hours away but on their way, Devon simply confirmed the arrival time and hung up.

Devon spent the next couple of hours reading over the file on the woman they were here to acquire, as well as making sure that he had all of the paperwork that they needed. The consent form was naturally the most important, as well as all of her identification information and her clean bill of health certificate. He was standing at the gate waiting for them when they walked up. The woman was hogtied and drugged, as was the standard protocol for somebody who had second thoughts about their decision after signing the contract. It simply made transport easier. He approached the girl and bent down so that he could compare her appearance against the photo that they had on file. She was a spot-on match, which again, made things easier.

A couple of security officers were waiting for Devon, the four well-built men, and the bound girl when they got up to the desk. It was nothing Devon wasn't used to though, and he simply handed them the necessary paperwork and waited for them to confirm that everything was clear. Once that was done, the paperwork was returned to him, they all boarded the plane, and were soon under way.

The flight home was always the longest for Devon. He knew that his Mistress was there, and his eagerness to see her always made time drag on.

When at last the plane landed Devon went through the same procedure to exit the plane that he did to get there. There could never be any shortcuts when it came to stuff like this. He knew that much first hand.

Devon had called ahead when they landed, and when they were finally finished with the last batch of security protocols, there was a car waiting for them as they exited the small airport. The drive from there was thankfully a short one, and before he knew it, they were approaching the main building of the resort. Once they pulled up, everything that happened next was like clockwork. Employees came out to fetch the girl, and when the drugs wore off and she woke up, she would find herself she would find herself in an empty observation room with nothing but a door, an out-of-reach camera, and a long glass mirror.
 
Heather McAllister woke up in a strange empty room, her head hurting, her mind still fuzzy. What the fuck had happened last night? Her memories seemd hazy and far away, but she remembered herself dancing and partying at the club. She had worn a tight little silver number that had revealed her long, gorgeous legs to her mid thigh, her firm DDs fetchingly on display through the daring neckline.

So many guys had hit on her and she had, naturally shot them all down. She liked the attention she got everywhere she went. Her slim hourglass figure was rounded generously in all the right places, her long blonde, silky hair framed a face that was without flaw. Ever since Heather had been 13, men had clearly lusted after her. She enjoyed the power it gave her, not just getting what she wanted because she was a McAllister but because of her own womanly powers. She was a merciless tease, who knew how to play up and use her sexuality and her beauty to wrap men around her little finger.

Her life of privilege had only recently turned sour, when it came out that her powerful real estate magnate of a father had a huge gambling problem. He had lost most of his money and rumour had it that he owed some serious money to some very dangerous people.

Heather was 20, gorgeous, very smart and privileged. She was also spoilt, entitled, haughty and lacked compassion. Calling her a sociopath would have gone a little too far, but it described the kind of cut-throat determination she had, willing to sacrifice other people's wellbeing to further her own ends. For Heather most people were just puppets, especially men. A glance here, a touch there and even the most powerful man was putty in her hands, unable to deny any request she made with her big, emerald green eyes. Heather had also blackmailed some rich men after she had fucked them and caught them on tape, threatening their marriages if they didnt support her in the lifestyle she had become accustomed to.

Her head was still spinning as her eyes slowly opened.
She was in a bare room with nothing but a camera, a door and a long mirror. She was naked. What the fuck! Had she been abducted? A small voice inside her smirked : "Karma is a bitch, H", but Heather quickly pushed this thought as well as her rising fear down. Anger, especially cold anger was a much better and more resourced place to go. She hated feeling out of control and helpless, so she didnt let herself. MAybe it was just a prank.

"Whoever you are, this isn't funny anymore", Heather said with a clear, strong voice.
"I demand that you release me immediately."
 
Her eyes scanned the tree line off to her right that separated the main road from the beach and beyond as she strained her ear to find out if the vehicle was in fact getting closer. If the lights originated from the north side of the island it was likely another trainer or other member of staff returning to their quarters, or perhaps even security making their hourly run. If the headlights shone out into the bay at this time of night it could only mean Devon's plane had arrived.

While it likely only spanned a minute or so it seemed like an eternity before the faint glimpse of light rolled out across the surf and the sound of the well worn engine grew close. Ava sprung into action immediately as she peeled her slip up and over her head as she walked back into the bedroom, slowing only momentarily to grab her discarded turquoise tank dress from earlier in the day. By the time she reached the bottom of the stairs she had finally pulled the last of the hem down around her thighs, grabbing her keys as she slid in the pair of waiting sandals and stepped out of the door and into the night. As she made her way down the sidewalk and towards the staff quarters, she could see the brake lights fading into the underground garage underneath.

The staff buildings were laid out much like a traditional college dorm, as least one that was crossed with a hint of luxury by design. For many, it was the nicest accommodations that had been assigned, as each fully vested staff member recieved their own private sleeping quarters and each floor featured a large common room and communal bath. The basement served as a holding space for incoming purchases as a way to segregate any possible issues that arose without disturbing the rest of the staff or distracting them from their duties. It only took Ava a few moments to key her access code into the waiting elevator bringing her several feet down and into the depths of the facility.

The elevator opened into the bank of observation rooms, the mirror serving as two way glass providing an easy way to view the subject from outside of the room without resorting to the use of monitors. Ava couldn't help but smile as she spotted Devon standing off to the side.

"Did you two make it back in one piece?" she asked as she crossed the room, stopping as the two finally stood side by side. "I sure hope so, the little bit of information in her file makes it sound like a potential challenge." Ava said with a sigh as she let her fingers trace along his jawline.

The two watched her silently as she seemed to regain consciousness, and Ava couldn't help but notice the confusion the crossed her face. Clearly, however this came about, she didn't expect this... but perhaps she had displeased her previous owner so much that they felt no reason to explain? When the young girl's face grew tight she knew why she had been drugged during transportation. She had no desire to cooperate and the demands she issued to no one in particular were hardly a surprise.

"Devon, lock the door behind me. If we have to, you can send in one of the guards to assist me. You are not to enter without my approval do you understand?" Ava said, as she took the few short steps to the door, her tone clearly showing that she was not asking for his approval.

The door opened almost silently, but the moment was certainly not lost on the young woman on the other side. By all appearances, she seemed to be confident in her ability to walk away from this situation, which made Ava wonder if she actually understood an inkling that was going on. After pausing directly in front of the door to hear the beeping confirmation that door was secure she took a few steps towards the center of the room where she had been left by the transport team.

"Funny? Well I suppose that depends on how you define humor. I am sure there are quite a few here who would find the story on how you became the property of this place quite amusing. Clearly you have disappointed someone. As far as releasing you? Now that is far from possible, legally you are property and even if I did release you from this room there would be no way for you to go home, that is if what you see as home even still exists. Instead of focusing on what you can't have, let's focus on what you can. What skills do you have to offer Heather?" Ava asked, trying to hide the small smile that crossed her face as she considered the ways this meeting could go.
 
Heather heard a beep outside the door. So her kidnapper would introduce himself, would he? She pictured a middle-age, tall guy with a beard. She would resist and struggle and when he took her sexually, which she assumed was the whole point of this farce, she would resist until his superior cock would "conquer her". Over the next few weeks she would then pretend to fall in love with him and enlist him to get her out of this place so they could have a normal life together. He would be her hero, her saviour, only realising her game when he was behind bars for his crimes.

Heather couldnt help her smile. Men were so easy to manipulate. She just had to find out what this one wanted, desired and needed and then she would find a way to meet a place inside him that had never been met. She happened to be rather good at that, when she cared enough to try.

When a tanned woman entered in something like a sundress, Heather could barely hide her suprise. She was her kidnapper? No way. Was she some kind of stripper and this was a belated surprise birthday party for her? Heather looked at the woman. She was attractive, but her body was slender and muscular rather than that of an escort or stripper. The way she held herself showed confidence. Who was she?

When the strange woman started to speak, Heather couldn't hide a laugh. Property?
"Look, Lady, I don't know what you're smoking, but it must be pretty fucking amazing stuff if you think I am anyone's property. Sorry if you are the last person to learn that human slavery is illegal in most countries. I am an american citizen and I know my rights. Legally, it is impossible for me to be anyone's property. You are holding me here against my will, which is a federal offense", Heather stated matter of factly with her green eyes holding the woman's gaze.

"So I would appreciate if you would call a spade a spade and either tell me that I have been kidnapped by some chick in a sundress or release me immediately", Heathers added, raising an eyebrow challengingly at her unlikely captor.

She briefly considered knocking the woman out to escape, but the door had shut with a beep behind her, barring the exit. Better to get a sense of what was going on first and get a measure of this woman before doing anything rash.

The mirror was kind of suspicious in a room otherwise bare, so Heather assumed someone else was watching.

"I would appreciate speaking to your boss, lady. Maybe he and I can straighten this whole situation out. I'm willing to assume that this has been a misunderstanding and forget about this whole thing", Heather lied. There was no way she wouldnt put heaven and hell in motion to catch and punish her kidnappers when she had the chance, after all she wasn't exactly the forgiving type.

"In the meantime, please get me some clothes. Ideally something a little more tasteful than what you are wearing", she added with a sarcastic smile.

After all there was not much that this woman could do to her. Heather would almost certainly have tried to seduce a male captor, but she had always drawn the line at women. A few had even tried to hit on her over the years but Heather had made it crystal clear how she felt about this despicable act, using rather graphic language and a few rude gestures to illustrate her point.

Now she was in a room naked with a strange woman, who she very much hoped would drop the act soon and just tell her what the fuck she wanted from her so she could get out of here.
 
Ava could almost see Heather's confusion when she walked in. Even in this day and age people were often still surprised to see women in control, unless it suited them. She would almost bet that this seemingly overgrown brat wished she were a man. It would not take much skill for a young woman with decent looks and half a brain to learn how to manipulate men and she was clearly used to getting what she wanted. While her attitude would need to be checked the skill would be a useful one.

Ava listened to her tirade silently, but she couldn't help but chuckle softly before responding. "Well dear, I hate to break it to you but I am the boss. There is no one on this island that does not answer to me and my word is final. I would be happy to help you straighten this all out through." Ava paused, turning to the window "Send security to get me a set of BC clothes and a pack."

"As far as your kidnapping goes, let's cut the crap young lady. I have signed documents that give you over as property. They are signed, and are accompanied by a power of attorney order signed by your hand. I have no idea how you are related to the man that signed the orders, and I do not care. They bind you to the person who holds the contract, and at this current time that is this company. As far as your rights as an American? They have no jurisdiction here, we are in fact a county to ourselves... and irregardless you signed those away as well." Ava explained bluntly until the alarm sounded briefly alerting her that security would be entering with the items she requested.

After stepping back from the door she watched intently to see how hard Heather would resist, or if she would prove to be too proud to show her own fear as the two large men approached her. Eventually she would struggle, but tonight she would not have the chance as the two men rather swiftly managed to pin both arms behind her back before restraining them behind her with locking padded cuffs before continuing to do the same to each ankle. Now that she was forced to stand Ava couldn't help but appreciate the fact that she was quite easy on the eyes and would certainly get her share of guest attentions eventually... hopefully for the right reasons.

It only took the second guard to moment to return with the clothing pack that she requested, knowing that would certainly make the rest of Heather's night less comfortable than she had imagined. Inside the small clear package was a rudimentary set of clothes made simply out of standard burlap cloth which were held together by simple velcro.

"Normally, clothes are something that is earned here. For your purpose, clothing is meant to draw the eye and please the guests. Since you haven't shown the skills necessary to interact with guests clothing is unimportant. Since you seem to be having an issue with this transition I thought I would make an exception." Ava remarked as she crossed the room, watching as the guard holding her hands pulled her hands backwards, while simultaneously grasping her hair leaving her no room to fight back, as the other trapped the thin chain between her somewhat outstretched feet leaving her no room to escape. In the end, it only took her a moment to pass the crotch of the simple burlap shorts between Heather's slightly trembling legs before securely attaching the velcro on each side. The simple halter style top easily tied behind her neck and back forming what might have functioned as a top if it was made of some other material.

"Now, you have the privilege of wearing the best burlap my island has to offer. Goodnight Heather." Ava managed to say as she laughed openly at the now sneering young woman before her before turning to walk out of the room. "Come home now Devon, they are more than capable of watching her tonight. She won't have the capability to more than wish she was able to itch from the burlap anyway." Ava said, not pausing to look back the tantrum that was likely unfolding in the room behind them.
 
This just couldn't be happening to her.

That woman in front of her, explained to Heather in the most neutral of tones that her life had been signed away, that she was property. The woman didn't look like she was kidding. A cold hand of fear gripped Heather's belly. This wasn't real. She was just tripping. Nothing but a bad trip. It would wear off. She would wake in her own bed or the bed of some random horny stranger. It didnt matter. Please let her wake up.

"I didn't sign anything", Heather said, her voice less steady than it had been. "And even if I had, I am of sound mind, you can't do this", she almost pleaded, fear eclipsing anger.

When the door opened again and two burly guards came in, holding a set of restraints, Heather went into panic. Like a cornered wildcat she kicked, scratched and beat, trying to evade this capture. The rational part of her knew that this wasn't going to do anything, but her instinctive part screamed for her to fight and run before it was too late.

The strength of the two guards proved too much for her. It was embarrassing how easily they subdued her, locking her hands together behind her back as well as her ankles. The sound of the cuffs fastening was the most terrifying sound Heather had heard. More terrifying than her fathers rages or the nights he had come to find her, drunk and horny. Heather had learned to survive by shutting her emotions down. She had to be steel, a master manipulator to gain some semblance of power in a world where she had had none.

Now, here, in front of this woman, the nature of her helplessness hit. "Fuck you", Heather screamed as she continued to struggle against her restraints until she was exhausted, again her efforts having made no impression on her captors or the cuffs binding her. Tears were burning in her eyes. This couldn't be happening. Please.

When the woman put the burlap clothes on her at first Heather amlost sighed with relief. Maybe what she had imagined was not what she was here for after all. When the uncomfortable itching and grating set in, she realised her predicament. Her pussy and her sensitive tits were being grated on by the rough, itchy fabric, torturing her already. How would she spend a night like this?

Heather was still struggling, trying to free herself and cursing as the unknown woman left the room. Now Heather was alone, finally alone but in a situation much worse than she had been in. She was painfully restrained, her arms feeling the ache of her position already, her most sensitive areas assaulted by discomfort. She started to cry. Tears of fury mixed with tears of helplessness stained her beautiful face.

How she hated that bitch of a woman, who had so casually told her that her life now belonged to her. It hadn't been empty words. She had the manpower and the setup here that suggested that at least the part of their own jurisdiction was true. What a fucking mess. How would she get herself out of this?

Heather continued to struggle until she fell asleep from sheer exhaustion. She had resisted with everything she had and now there was nothing left. Oblivion mercifully claimed her, for now.
 
The rest of the night passed quickly for Ava, and when she finally did succumb to check on the feed coming from Heather's temporary quarters she was happy to find that she seemed to be asleep. When the sun woke the pair early the next morning she couldn't help but wonder what time Heather believed it to be in her small windowless room.

After the long night, Ava only paused to dress quickly before attempting to get on with her day, pulling on a pair of black linen pants and a white blouse before attempting to attend to the most pressing issues. Since most of the morning was consumed with guest issues with staff it wasn't well until late afternoon that Ava finally made it back to check on the status of their new acquisition. Since she hadn't had any updates so far, she could only assume things were going well - or at least as well as could be expected given her current attitude. As she rode the elevator down into the basement Ava could only hope that she'd have taken the night to think about the situation and attempt to change her attitude, but she certainly wasn't expecting it. Perhaps in time she might realize she was actually her best advocate and not her enemy, but that would certainly not be any time in the near future.

Finding Devon on the other side of the glass did not surprise her in the least, as she had already assumed he had also noticed some similarities between his introduction and Heather's. She could only hope that something positive could come of it, but she certainly had her doubts. "Have them bring her into my office" Ava remarked as she walked past him and down the long hallway that led into the rest of the training facility.

While she was waiting for them to retrieve Heather she dug through the file of paperwork that had been scanned upon her arrival until she found copies of the contract that allowed her transfer to the resort. While she was not naive enough to think the information in black and white would change Heather's mind it might be a start of progress in one way or another and it would certainly erase any doubt in Ava's mind that she had every right to find a way to bend this young woman's will to her own. By the time she was finished and had the documents printed she could hear footsteps coming down the hall, well at least two sets of them anyway. From what she could tell Heather was either resisting or they simply no longer cared to walk at a pace she could keep up with.

"Why don't we give her shoulders a break and re-cuff her hands." Ava said off hand as the pair of guards brought Heather in. "We didn't have a good start yesterday, and while I doubt I can say anything to change your mind, perhaps the paperwork will give you some finality." Ava remarked as she leaned forward slightly over the desk, letting the copies of her official paperwork to slide across where Heather would be able to reach them - if she desired to.
 
Heather woke up in her windowless room. What time was it?
Her entire body was aching, her arms, still cuffed behind her back were stretched painfully, her sensitive nipples had been chafed by the rough fabric, a constant itch in her most sensitive spots driving her close to madness.

The strange woman had certainly made her point. Made it firmly and in an inventive way. Heather was defiant but she wasn't stupid. Clearly she had miscalculated, her behaviour landing her in a precarious situation of restraint and discomfort. She had tried resistance, maybe now she should try compliance? If she had to play along and pretend to be some kind of sex slave for a bunch of men to get out of here, she could do it. She had had sex with men before just to get some kind of advantage. What would be the difference?

Lying in this room on her side, the bleakness of her situation hit her. She was bound, subjected to torterous clothing, her whole body aching and protesting its rough treatment. There was nothing in this room except for her, no way to pass the time, no way to entertain herself. This was beyond depressing.

When the door opened again, Heather breathed a sigh of relief. Hopefully this would fix the clothing situation. The goons picked her up roughly and dragged her into an elevator and then along the corridors until they arrived at a large, wooden door. One of them knocked and the nameless woman's strong, resonant voice answered.

They dropped Heather into a chair, refastened her cuffs in a more comfortable position and then left.

Nameless woman sounded almost reasonable, pointing to the documents she claimed made her a slave. Heather reached for them with her tied hands and began to read. It seemed like her signature on the power of attorney form, which she had given to her... Father? Heather laughed bitterly.

"I would have never signed this", she said. "Certainly not to instate my father if I had. He has used his money to control me since I can remember. No way would I have trusted him with this. We have a history", she said bitterly. Heather recognised his signature on the contract, which pretty much made her an object, to be used by her masters as they wished. What else was new?

"You don't care that this has happened without my consent", Heather asked, her tone of voice almost steady. "Because you have a piece of paper signed by my father you feel alright to take my life and freedom for profit", she enquired, her intelligent green eyes looking into her captors to find some answers about who she was and what was in store for her.
 
Ava sighed as she heard Heather's retort, even though she hadn't expected any other response.

"Do I care?" Ava asked inquisaively. "Yes I would say that I do care. Does that change your circumstances? Unfortunately at this juncture it does not. I cannot simply release you because you never gave this authorization. That could very well be true, or it could simply be a lie to get yourself out of a situation you did not believe you would find yourself in. If it is true, than the funds would also have to be returned for your release. How easy would those funds be returned Heather? I don't think I need to explain to you that you were an expensive purpose..." Ava trailed off mid-thought, the silence filling the air as she fought for a reasonable answer.

"If I can manage to find proof that you did not sign this in good faith, I could potentially try and negotiate your release. The likelihood of finding that proof seems unlikely, and honestly the repayment of your purchase price seems even more so. If you'd like to hold on to that dream Heather you are more than welcome to, but I can only uphold the side of the deal that I have control over. Can you come to terms with that?" Ava asked genuinely, hoping for a reasonable response.

"In the meantime, like it or not this is your new home temporarily or permanently. It doesn't have to be as terrible as it as it appears right now. You have more control over the situation than it appears. If you make an effort and do well you may find yourself quite comfortable. I have a feeling that you are quite skilled when it comes to using a man's desire for your own purpose. That would not be a skill that is out of place here, if you know when you use it and when to simply do as your told. If you chose to not cooperate, I will have no choice but to put you into a lower position where you have little to no guest interaction. While I have no doubt you would function well enough as a maid or in laundry that seems like a terrible waste.... but in the end that will be a decision you have to make." she said with a sigh as she sat in her chair.

"In the meantime you may call me Miss Ava."
 
Ava's answer surprised her. Heather just couldnt bring herself to call her Miss Ava in her mind. She could smell bullshit from a mile away and she believed that there was a part of that woman in front of her, who cared a little bit about her.
What a strange feeling. Ava went through the trouble to walk her through her options. Heather's heart sank when she heard that the money paid for her would need to be repaid before her freedom could be returned.

From what she had heard about her fathers latest mistake, he had owed the Russians several million with no way to pay them back. Most of the Mc Allister fortune was gone, she would be stuck here.

"I appreciate whatever you can do", Heather said with a nod, her voice almost steady, hardly betraying the pit of anxiety in her stomach.

"I think I have learnt my lesson from yesterday. I made a rude remark about your clothes and you gave me these... Torture devices. I apologise. Is there any chance you could take these off before I go insane", Heather asked almost gently.

It would be best to try and gain this woman as an ally if possible. Please, god, let her be straight. Heather just didnt think she could ever go there with a woman, the thought making her tremble in apprehension.

"I recognise my fathers signature on the documents. So, I can see that whatever I am feeling should be directed at him. Given that, I believe I can work with you. I quite enjoy sex and so if thats all you need from me, have sex with some random men, I don't think we'll have too much of a problem", Heather stated matter of factly.

"That is all you would require of me, isnt it", she asked, the slightest tremble in her voice.
 
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Ava listened intently as Heather spoke, genuinely curious about the seemingly 180 degree change in her behavior as she spoke actual gratitude in response.

"I am sure that we can remedy your clothing situation Heather, and while I do appreciate and accept your apology I do need you to understand what the real lesson was. I was not making a point about your comment to me, although it was rude and disrespectful. What I need you to understand is that everything here needs to be earned. When you have earned the right to wear something benefiting your position here, you will. This rule applies to everything here, and you will have to let go of what you perceive as your rights. Your rights are what we allow them to be, and nothing will be given to you lightly." she remarked as she rose slowly from her chair and walked around to the front of the desk, resting her hand on the left corner.

"What we would require of you is more of a complicated question to answer. Most of that we'll have to determine in future when I have had a chance to access your skills and values to us as a business and how easily you adjust." Ava paused, slowly walking closer as she continued. "I can see you easily becoming what we refer to as 'customer experience specialists' or 'CES'. We are a resort that offers our guests the ultimate experience, and that includes catering to sexual desires. A CES's function is to provide that experience, which can mean a variety of things, and you will not have the option of saying no to anything that is asked of you - no matter who it is. "

Ava stopped speaking as she drew closer until she was halfheartedly leaned against the front of her desk. She could practically feel the anxiety of the two security guards that were stationed at the door behind her, almost waiting for the inevitable disaster to strike. While it seemed likely she couldn't help but feel that she needed to return some of the trust that seemed to have passed between them in the past several minutes. After making brief eye contact with the two at the door she went for it and reached downward to grab the short chain that linked Heather's cuffs together and tugged gently upwards.

"Lets go take care of this burlap issue of yours." Ava said with a slight chuckle as she led Heather to the end of the hallway and to the left which led into the shower side of their communal bathroom. Thankfully the large tiled room was currently empty, which hopefully would make this easier. While she wasn't secure enough to kick the security detail out just yet, at least the audience would be kept to a minimum. The room was laid out simply, each full wall featured 3 fixed shower mounts along with a shower wand for use as needed. Just out of range from the fixed shower heads was a bench that ran the entire length of the wall. Two of the corners also featured a winch for use when needed for bondage or hanging purposes. As they neared the far wall Ava could hear the gears kick in for the overhead winch as it slowly lowered itself, which was at least one of the benefits of her security team in this situation. By the time the two reached the bench and she had turned Heather's back towards the wall the hook behind them had been lowered to just over her head..

"Stay" Ava said, her harsh tone leaving no room for argument as she walked around to the other side of the bench. Once she made her way around to the other side she had to fuss with the hastily tied knots that had over-tightened in the thin burlap overnight. Once she had succeeded and the fabric peeled away she could see where the fabric had rubbed and irritated the skin overnight leaving clear bright red patches where the fabric once was. While she had already surmised that the front of Heather's chest was likely almost bad, she couldn't help but hope that it wasn't as bad as she had expected as she slowly walked around to the other side of the bench.

Ava sighed as she pulled away the ragged fabric from where it had still be pinned by Heather's arms. "Did you struggle most of the night? Normally this would have caused some minor irritation at best..." she started to say before she trailed off mid sentence. She reached out to examine the rest of the damage, making contact with the inside of her left arm. She moved closer to see if the irritation persisted underneath her arm. Ava couldn't help but notice her reaction as her fingertips first made contact with the inside of her bicep, for as much as she may have tried to hide it it seemed clear that she did not want to be touched.

"I realize that for whatever reason you would prefer not to be touched, but I do have to know what I am dealing with." Ava said as she let her hand drop, as she reached closer to pull apart the velcro on the left side of her shorts and then the other, sliding her hand in between the fabric and the newly irritated skin in hopes of avoiding any further friction. Once the fabric was removed it was clear that it seemed to persist in the same manner, the scratch fabric thoroughly irritating the skin it came in contact with while more severely irritating area where it pressed harder against the skin. Based on what was clearly visible it seemed that the worst of it would hide where she was not able to see. Clearly she would have to deal with that later.

"Come" Ava asked softly as lightly grabbed the chain and pulled Heather around to the other side of the bench. Ava acted swiftly, pulling up the chain in a fast smooth motion upwards and onto the hook catching Heather's hands above her head as she hoped they would flick the switch before she had a chance or the desire to fight back.
 
It killed Heather to make nice with anyone, especially someone who was aiding her kidnappers. Yes, in reality her father was to blame, but she was involved in some way. For the foreseeable future her life would be in the hands of this woman, Ava. She seemed pleasant enough, even sounded trustworthy, but that could be a total game. Time would tell.

Heather had noticed that the two guards were still outside, closeby. It would be stupid to try anything at this stage. She was likely constantly watched. If she played along to "earn" the privileges necessary for freer movement in this place, Heathers options would expand drastically. She could then evaluate how she could get away. For now, the best option was to seem cooperative and compliant. She only hoped that she could comply with what Ava would want from her. Maybe that way she could gain the woman's trust.

"Your rights are what we allow them to be", Ava had said, a statement which was inspiring anything but hope in Heather. No rights. She took a deep breath. Heather would have to learn to bite her tongue a lot.

She was intrigued when ava talked about evaluating her skills and value for their business. How would they do that and when they did, how would they even quantify something like the value of a human?

Heather barely suppressed a smirk at the term "customer experience specialist" or CES. What a fancy term for a whore with no rights. Whatever made them feel better.

Anxiety spiked at Ava's next words: "You will not have the option of saying no to anything that is asked of you - no matter who it is".

"What happens if I were to refuse something, or someone", she asked, her large green eyes questioning Ava. She assumed that most of the people who could afford services like this would be men. Women didnt really need to pay for sex, so she hoped and prayed that she might be safe there.

When Ava took the chain and pulled, everything in Heather wanted to resist. With iron determination she resisted the temptation to show that woman that she was not a cow. Heather felt slightly better when she heard they were going to take care of her clothing situation. Thank heavens, she was going insane with the soreness and the itching.

Ava led her into a communal bathroom. Considering that this place likely wasnt cheap, she had expected a bit more luxury than gym type showers. When Ava commanded her to stay, Heather physically bit on her lip to hold back her cutting response. "I am not a dog, lady", she thought heatedly, choosing to remain where she was. This compliance business was harder than she had imagined.

Ava's hands were gentle, as they removed her top. It didnt matter. The hands of a woman on her naked body was making Heather tremble with apprehension. "She is just going to help you shower, H. Nothing else. Keep it together. It's only a shower", Heather reasoned with herself as her body shook uncontrollably.

She couldn't help her flinch as Ava's hand touched her inner arm. Please dont touch me, lady. I might not be able to keep this up if you do.

Heather almost punched her, when Ava's hands touched her ass as she removed the shorts, a hiss escaping her mouth.

Then everything happened so fast. Ava lifted her hands and she was pulled upwards, her cuffed hands attached to some kind of mini crane, which drew her arms upwards, above her head. She was fully exposed and helpless to resist anything this woman wanted to do to her.

"I thought you were on my side", Heather hissed. "You tricked me".
 
Though Ava had been busy with her plethora of responsibilities, Devon had no such demands or restrictions on his time. He was not a member of the staff proper, so much as he was Ava's personal assistant of sorts. For anybody in the building, the stainless steel collar around his neck was all they needed to see to know that he answered to Ava alone. The small metal cat bell that dangled from the front was simply a humorous reminder for the two of them. He had long since learned how to walk in such a way as to make no noise, despite it, but could also adjust his gate to let it bounce off his chest with every step.

Devon had been watching Heather from the moment she'd been put into the holding cell. He had been in her position just five years ago, and it was hard not to feel a certain kinship with her. At Ava's instructions though, he'd stayed out of her room and let the security staff handle her in every way. He had always been around, though, but staying just out of sight.

It wasn't until Ava was preparing Heather for the shower that Devon finally made his presence known. It had been him who had used the winch to lower the hook that would render her helpless, and when she voiced her question, he finally spoke up.

"How exactly did Miss Ava trick you, Heather?" Devon asked as he stepped away from the wall, letting his bell bounce audibly against his chest, making his presence known to everybody in the room.

Devon remained silent for a moment then, turning towards Ava, his deep blue eyes silently asking if he could continue. Ava lifted her hand up and made a simple gesture, giving him the permission he sought.

"She offered to help you with your burlap situation, something she definitely did not have to do after your behavior yesterday. Furthermore, she took great pains to go slow and be gentle with you, attempting to irritate your skin as little as possible in the process."

Devon let his words hang in the air for a moment as he stepped closer to the naked and vulnerable girl, letting his bell sound off against his chest with every step.

"As for your earlier question about refusing to perform a service, that is a bit complex. Miss Ava's clients choose the CES they want based on their skills. Similarly, punishments are handled in a similar fashion based on the crime and the person receiving the punishment. In your case..." Devon paused for another moment and moved his hand to slide along an unabused section of her lower back. "You are as straight as they come, and have likely enjoyed the attention of many a man, a trend that is likely to continue here if you behave. On the other hand, refusal of a client could lead to something as simple as being downgraded to a lesser position, lets say scrubbing toilets or washing dishes. If the offense is particularly severe, however, the punishment will be custom-tailored to fit the person in question. It's funny how an action can be enjoyed and revolted, simply depending on who is performing it. Wouldn't you say?" As Devon finished speaking, he moved his hand to brush against the inside of Heather's bicep, just as Ava had done just moments ago, testing to see if he got the same reaction from her that Ava had.

"My name is Devon..." Devon started simply when he finally pulled his hand from Heather's skin. "I was in a position quite similar to yours just five years ago. Compliance can lead you to a better life than you ever could have imagined. Disobedience, however, can lead you down a path equally unforgettable, but infinitely more regrettable." He then moved around the helpless girl to take his place at Ava's side. "the choice is yours."
 
Wow. A guy with a cat bell. What the fuck was wrong with these people?
And who the hell was he, walking in like that?

It didnt matter. He was exactly the distraction from Ava's hands that Heather needed to maintain a grip on her sanity.

He was clearly deluded. Yes, Ava was "helping" her with the Burlap situation, but he was forgetting the crucial fact that she had also be the one responsible for putting this on her body. Heathers gratitude was therefore somewhat limited.

His next words reached her though: "She took great paind to go slow and be gentle with you, attempting to irritate your skin as little as possible". Maybe he was right with this. Still, she was the one responsible for her discomfort in the first place. Her gentleness now did not undo this, did it?

Punishment? What crazy world had she been dragged into? At least he had indicated that she would likely only have to be with men. That was something. She could fake compliance with that. After all, if the guy was not her type, she could always close her eyes and use her imagination. But with a woman, there was something so different. Ava's touch had been gentle, almost tender, it implied care and a deeper connection that Heather simply had no frame of reference for, something she couldnt be so casual with, therefore it was simply easier for her to label it wrong.

When catbell-boys hand touched her, Heathers body responded. She had often used sex as a weapon as well as something to relax and right now, her stressed mind and body could really do with a good fuck to let off some steam. Her breath came faster, a shudder of delight greeting his touch. She just had to imagine him without the bell. She could work with that. Devon...

When he told her he had been in a similar situation 5 years ago, Heather's eyes widened in surprise. A better life? She couldnt imagine. Her idea of a good life had been partying, taking drugs, doing whatever she wanted when she wanted to. Yes, she had lacked boundaries, unable to regulate herself very well, but how could anyone find a better life in confinement? Maybe he had just been brainwashed. If so, the lady was a lot more dangerous than she looked.
 
Ava chuckled as she heard Devon's voice ring through the air. She knew he was likely lurking around the edges. She couldn't help but notice how keenly interested he seemed since he brought Heather in. While she always had a security team watching nearby, he always seemed to be overly protective when she was working with a more lively character. While he normally assisted her off and on he had never taken personal initiative to follow a new acquisition before.

As he continued speaking and going as far as to answer something Ava had neglected to do earlier she couldn't help but notice how involved he had gotten in what had transpired in the last day that she had been here. While his words and answers were true, she doubted how much of it would really reach Heather. At this point it seemed like her mind was made up, or she was too wrapped up in the past or her own expectations to move on and see things in a different way.

As she watched Devon slowly walk closer to Heather she couldn't help but wonder what he had in mind. When he reached out just as she had, she couldn't help but watch and notice how Heather reacted completely different which wasn't really surprising. Ava had expected her to be less likely to flinch or shy away, but she was a bit surprised at the slight blush that started to show across her body as well as her change in breathing. The slight shudder that passed through her body just made all of it more obvious. She had wondered quite a bit how different she might have reacted with a male trainer and briefly had considered assigning her to one of the others. While she would certainly have handled being touched more easily, she knew that the other methods would have only caused other problems in the end. Almost all of the male handlers relied a lot on pain and impact as a training method, and Ava could not see how that would lead to long term success with Heather.

She could let Devon bathe her, that would certainly make this less stressful for everyone in this moment. In the end though, Heather would still have to get over it eventually. Ava would have to touch her eventually in ways that were far far more intimate than this.

"I have not tricked you Heather. I said that we would take care of the burlap issue, and we are. Granted I did not say that it was going to involve a bath, but can you honestly say that you do not need one? I cannot trust you enough at this point to release you entirely and I do not see the point in having to have to get security involved unnecessarily, which is why you are still bound. You may not like it, but its going to happen. You will have to get used to the idea of me touching you in the end dear, eventually you will need some kind of medical involvement and I am the only physician on this island." Ava said with a smirk.

"For today though, I will be nice. For your bath today, I will let you choose which one of us you would prefer to bathe you." Ava said reluctantly as she took a few steps back and gestured towards Devon before taking a seat to wait for Heather's answer.
 
"I don't have a problem with a female doctor touching me for medical reasons", Heather admitted. "It is only...a,..a,.. More personal touch I cannot tolerate from a woman", she finished. Why had it been so hard to say this to Ava? Maybe it was because she was naked, strung up and bound, exposed, that Heather was nervous, maybe it had been cat-bell-boy's touch.

Heathers body was very responsive. The light touch against her lower back and her arm had engage her senses and her body wanted more, even if just to dispell the trauma of the last 24 hours.

Ava's choice put her in a precarious position. Was this a trap? Would she be offended if she didn't choose her?

If she chose Devon, arousal would likely follow and she might get all worked up. She doubted he would let her come, so this might just be a different form of torture.
With Ava, Heather would be on edge the whole time, but it might make help her create a stronger connection with her captor. Could she do it though?

"I appreciate you giving me the choice. I am finding this hard and I appreciate you giving me some space. If this is just a bath, I would like it to be you", Heather said, her green eyes looking at Ava, her body trembling already.
"Just please, the more matter of fact your touch the easier it would be for me", Heather whispered.
 
Ava sat silently for a few moments as she thought through her answer. She had figured Heather would choose the easy way out, allow the touch that she would not have to fight so hard over. Purposefully choosing the hard road was an interesting choice. Does it count as progress? Hard to say.

"I have no intentions of touching you sexually at this point Heather. It will happen at some point, but not tonight. You will have to trust me first, and we are very far from that point. I admire that you were willing to take the harder path today, even though it is just a bath. " Ava said as she slowly stood and slowly walked in the opposite direction to move around to the other side of the bench.

I do have a few things to take care of in my office, so I think I will leave you in Devon's hands. I'll be back by the time you are finished. Ava said with a smile before turning and walking back out of the washroom.
 
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Devon was more than a little surprised when Heather chose Ava over him. He had thought for sure that she would pick him. Despite his surprise, though, he couldn't help but smile. He hoped that it would end up being a step in the right direction for the her.

What surprised Devon even more was Ava's response to Heather's choice. He cocked an eyebrow when he heard it, and couldn't help but chuckle when he watched her head towards the doorway and disappear.

"Well, that was an unexpected twist wasn't it?" Devon asked with a wry smile as he turned towards the security guards to see if they would follow Ava out. When they didn't, though, he simply shrugged his shoulders and turned his mind towards the task at hand. He turned towards one of the shower heads and removed the detachable shower wand. He turned on the water and took his time in getting the temperature right. When it was a comfortable warm temperature, he turned back towards the naked girl. He moved around her and lifted his other hand to brush her hair backwards so that he could get it wet. He started there, taking just a bit of time to massage her scalp with his free hand before moving his attentions towards her shoulders. He let his motions follow a slow and steady pace as he got the full of her body wet. He regretted the slight burning sensation that she would likely feel from the water on her reddened skin, but it could not be helped.

Once Heather's entire body was wet and the shock from a more direct spray would be lessened, he returned the shower wand to it's place and let it spray directly on her. He turned the temperature up a bit so she didn't get cold as he stripped off his shirt and jeans, leaving him clad in just a pair of tight briefs that left little to the imagination. Though his cock wasn't hard just then, it still bulged out from within the relenting material. He then reached for the shampoo and poured some into his palm as he moved behind her. He smoothed the shampoo into her blonde hair before shifting to pressing into her scalp, massaging the shampoo in. He took his time, as he had through the entirety of this process, and only once he was sure that he'd gotten the shampoo into every strand of hair and bit of her scalp did he turn her around on the hook so that he could rinse it out.
 
Heather'e large green eyes widened at Ava's statement and a breath she hadn't realised she was holding suddenly released. Not today. The sexual touch would happen, but not today. How would she cope when it would? Heather shuddered thinking of this and hoped it was far far away, maybe she could even escape before they ever got to that point? She could have hope.

So it would be Devon bathing her. Easier and more torturous at the same time.
He walked to the shower head and spent some time with the water running. What was he doing? Heather's suspicion was raised. What was he up to?
When the water hit her, by instinct her body flinched. It hit her sore spots of skin and yet Devon was clearly gentle as he wetted her whole body and hair. The water was a perfect temperature, warm enough to relax her sore muscles and yet not so hot to be uncomfortable. When he massaged her scalp, Heather's eyes closed, a low moan escaping her lips.

That felt soooo good. Heather wasn't really used to tender or loving touch. No lover had ever bathed her or nurtured her in this way. It felt strange...
His hands were travelling all over her body, giving every little part equal attention. Heather's body was instinctively pushing against his hands, seeking the touch, which was both arousing and soothing to her frazzled mind.

When he stripped off to his briefs, HEather got a good look of his swimmer physique. He was handsome and clearly well built in all areas... She swallowed. Heather had often used sex as a bargaining chip but also frequently to release stress. She wondered what his cock would feel like, whether he would use it with as much skill and care as he was using his hands on her right now. She was getting wet and her nipples hardened under his touch.

He proceeded to shampoo her hair, lathering her long golden tresses, massaging her scalp, eliciting soft sighs as Heather leaned her head back into his hands, allowing her body to relax as much as it could in this unusual position. Devon certainly knew how to touch a woman. She still couldnt believe that he had been in the same place as her just 5 years ago. She had seen the way he had looked at Ava. There was undeniable devotion there and he deferred to her without even a hint of resentment of resistance. He seemed at peace in his position. Why?

Too many questions, when for the first time in forever her body was actually feeling pleasure. She hoped he wouldn't stop. She found herself looking forward to him washing...all of her.
 
Devon found himself genuinely surprised when he felt Heather start to relax beneath his touch, especially in the admittedly uncomfortable position that she was in. He had let his hands wander freely, albeit gently, over every curve of her body while he'd been getting her wet that first time. In doing so, he'd also been able to both feel and hear her reactions to his initial ministrations.

When it was finally time for Devon to bathe Heather properly, he removed his hands from her body and stepped away just long enough to grab the body wash. He took that brief bit of time to try and prepare himself for what he was about to do, and the reaction that it would have on his body, as well as hers. Her reactions, both physical and verbal, told him that she was certainly receptive to his touch, and would likely allow him to go further if he chose to.

Devon poured a generous amount of body wash into the palm of his hands before setting the bottle down. He rubbed his hands together until there was a small bit of lather. Only then did he step up to Heather. "Did you have any questions you wanted to ask, Heather?" His question came as he lifted his hands up to encircle her bound hands. He squeezed and massaged them gently as he coated them with the body wash. He let out a soft sigh when he felt her hard nipples graze against his chest with every breath she took. Devon took a few moments to watch a trail of body wash slide down her arm and the rest of her body, moving with and around every curve it encountered. His hands followed that trail at a slower pace, rubbing, massaging, and kneading their way down each of her arms to her shoulders. He lingered on her shoulders for a bit, massaging away any knots that might have developed from either her current position or the way she'd slept the previous night. He even let himself step closer still, his six feet of height giving him enough arm length to let his arms slide down her back a bit, even from his current position. He lingered there as well, wondering what Heather thought of what he was doing, as well as any questions she might have.
 
His strong yet tender hands were soaping her body, the slippery wetness of his touch bringing forth the most delicious sensations. He was massaging her, easing the tensions in her tortured body, helping her to let go of them. Her soft sighs and gentle moans told him how good he felt to her. Yes, Heather would have done this with any man to flatter him, but in this case, she didn't need to fake it at all.

"Did you have any questions you wanted to ask, Heather", his resonant voice enquired. Did she have any questions. Why did he wear a cat bell? Why didnt he run? Why did he not hate Ava, the woman who had captured him? So many questions ran through Heather's mind but she just asked two.

"How did you cope with it", she asked, wondering about the process he had used to accept his fate. "You are stronger than her. Why are you still here, at her side?"

He stepped closer to her, his strong hands now massaging her shoulders. The nearness of him made her take a sharp breath, before she unconsciously bit her lip. He was turning her on, his masculine presence affecting her frazzled mind, which desperately needed something to hold onto in this mess that was her life. He could be this something, his cock could be this something for her right now. Heathers hips started to softly rock as her legs parted as much as the restraints allowed. Her green eyes found and held his, her full mouth slightly open, her breath coming harder as he touched her.

"Oh, one more thing. How is this shower going to end", she asked, her voice seductive, almost purring as his hands had continued their journey along her body. Her hips pressed against his body that was now so close, her thigh brushing against his cock. "I could really use something... Hard", she whispered with a slight moan, her emerald eyes blazing with desire.
 
Every one of Heather's reactions brought a smile to Devon's face, especially when they were combined with the actions that she herself took. He didn't expect her to be so receptive, and his cock quickly hardened within the tight confines of his briefs, especially when she deliberately turned her hips in such a way as to brush her thigh against it.

"The answer to your first question isn't as hard as you might think." Devon started after he held Heather's gaze with his own deep blue one for several seconds. He turned them just so, putting her back to the doorway while letting him see the guards and vice versa. He silently mouthed the words "Will you ask Ava?" to the guards, knowing that his height would make it impossible for her to see his lips move. When one of the guards nodded and left, he turned his attention back to the naked girl before him.

"After my parents got me drunk on my eighteenth birthday and tricked me into signing myself over to them as property, they promptly sold me to an auction house. It was there that Ava purchased me before she even saw me. I reacted exactly as you did, kicking, screaming, cussing, and fighting. She was patient with me, though, far more patient than I deserved at the time. I didn't realize quite how good I had it until I wandered into her playroom one morning. One wall had a large assortment of canes, whips, and paddles of all shapes and sizes. It was then that I realized what she could have done to me all along if she had simply chosen to do so. Not long after that, I started to ask myself what was waiting for me on the outside. My parents had already sold me once, not unlike your father, and would likely just turn me back in if I showed up. Ava, on the other hand, cared enough to ask what I had been doing before I ended up with her. It got me to thinking that I could spend the next fifteen years fighting against her or someone else to no real avail or purpose. The reality was that Ava was the only person that cared enough to ask me what I wanted, and wanted the best for me. When the time to make a choice eventually came, I chose her."

"As for this shower, though..." Devon continued as he took a single step back so that he could lower himself slowly to his knees before her, letting his hands glide down every bit of the flawlessly smooth flesh she had to offer. "I am sure that could be arranged." He then started at her feet, rubbing and massaging once more. He worked his way slowly to her calves and up her legs, letting his fingers tease so very close to the glistening pussy that he knew she wanted him to touch. He flirted with the idea, but couldn't resist the urge to tease her just a little longer. He let his fingers fan out to either side, barely missing her swollen labia. He smiled at her reaction as he rose to his full height once more. "All in good time my dear..." He said softly to her as he lifted his gaze briefly to see that the other guard had returned and nodded that Ava had given him permission.

Only after he had the permission that he needed did Devon move around behind Heather, leaving her facing in the opposite direction as he let his hands slide along her hip. He slid his still-soapy hands up and down the full length of her back several times before letting them drop to her ass. He gave her ass a firm squeeze with each of his hands before lowering one hand to push his briefs down. He took a small step back and stepped out of them before moving up behind her once more. This time, though, he let her feel the full length of his hard cock sliding between the cheeks of her ass. He wanted to hear her reaction to that, and the knowledge that she was going to get what she wanted, before he went any further.
 
Heather tried to keep herself from caring about his story, but it simply hit too close to home. She knew first hand how it felt to betrayed in this way and the overwhelming sense of aloneness, of helplessness in a hostile world threatened to overtake her. What kind of fucked up world did they live in if Ava was the only one who cared about them?

Heather got a short moment of clarity. She had been a total bitch. She had mocked and used the nice guys, fucked many but few had cared enough to put anywhere near the amount of skill and attention into their touch and her pleasure as Devon did. She was responsive anyways, able to make the rougher interactions she had with a few men work for her, but this tenderness and care business that she was experiencing here was new.

Devons skilled touch evoked gooseflesh, moans and shudders from her body. When he knelt in front of her, his strong arms massaging her leg and teasing her sex, she whimpered. He was setting her body aflame with need, no room for anything but the delicious sensations in her mind. She surrendered to the unfamiliar sensations and his touch. Truthfully her body had no defense against it.

When he got up to stand behind her, she pushed back against him, breathing heavier. His sizeable cock was gliding through her cheeks, the tip just touching her opening. She moaned and tried to push back to take him inside, but couldnt quite reach.

"Please", she whispered, as her hips were rocking their need. "Please".
 
Even as Devon teased Heather by running his cock up between her ass cheeks he couldn't help but smile. He drank in every reaction that he pulled from her, and let his teasings linger a bit longer, just to pull out more of those sighs, moans, and even a whimper or two.

Heather's pleading whispers came as Devon let his cock dip down a bit farther, this moving between her thighs and just under her pussy. The scent of her arousal permeated the air around them as he eased his cock back and forth, coating it with her juices as he felt her rocking back and forth as best she could. He knew what she wanted, and when he felt that his cock was lubricated enough he pushed between her thighs just once more. The next time that he pulled back and then she pushed back towards him, his left hand guided the flared head towards her entrance. His right hand dropped to her hip, helping to pull her onto him as he let the full of his slick cock enter her in one slow and fluid motion. The reaction that he got from her just then made everything up to that point that much more worth it. He dropped both of his hands to her hips then, and used his grip there to slowly ease her back and forth. Between his hands on her hips and her current position, it left her powerless to do anything as he used her body to fuck his cock rather than fuck her properly like he knew she wanted. Even still, though, he couldn't resist the urge to let his lips drop down to her neck, sucking gently at the pulse point as he continued to move her back and forth at a tortuously slow pace.
 
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