Lost in Paradise (Closed)

His attentions effect on her body startled Heather. She wanted him, needed him, needed something solid to hold onto. His delicious member was running along her sopping slit, evoking helpless moans. How much pleasure was her body capable of?
She needed more, the aching emptyness inside her hot cunt almost painful, demanding him. Her hips rocked as much as she could, trying to tease him inside but without success.

His hands found her hips, as he aligned her to take him, completely bound and helpless, unable to do anything but enjoy whatever he would choose to give her. He was in control, she so utterly helpless and aroused. His power over her body and her helplessness sparked an unfamiliar sensation of lusty intensity deep inside her. There was a deliciousness to her bound and helpless form. Something so feminine to this position she was in. Before Heather could give it more thought, Devon's wonderful cock slowly plunged into her wet depths. Her head fell back towards him as she moaned with abandon. "Oh my god, yes", she whispered, every nerve ending on edge and every part of her pussy filled with his hardness.

He felt so good, her body was literally purring for him. His slow strokes were agonising in stoking her need whilst offering little release.

"Please", she whispered. "Please, fuck me".
 
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It was on rare occasions such as this that Devon truly understood what Ava enjoyed about their lifestyle. He had complete control over Heather and was loving every second of it. Though he was by no means a stranger to sex, the feeling of entering her helpless and aroused body was indescribable, especially knowing that she had literally begged him for it. Now that he was within her, though, he wanted to make it last as possible. It was for that reason that he'd chosen his tortuously slow pace. He milked her responses from her just as her hot and wet pussy milked her pleasure from his cock.

As lost as Devon was in what he was doing, he was not so lost as to be deaf to Heather's continued pleas. He sucked hard at the sensitive pulse point in her neck, growling against her flesh as he let his grip on her hips tighten. He drove himself into her once more, but followed that driving thrust with a step forward, giving her the freedom to push back against him. He then let one hand drop down from her hip. He didn't make her wait to find out what he planned next, though, because just seconds later his fingers were rapidly circling her clit. She had begged him to fuck her, and now he would do just that. He left his other hand on her hip to use as leverage, his grip there tightening as he started to drive his cock into her again and again.
 
It didn't take Ava long to walk back down the long corridor to her office. As she sat back down in her chair she pondered how to handle the current situation with Heather. She seemed to have made some progress and had earned at least one of two comforts today. It only took her a few moments to reach maintenance through their local phone lines, and by the time Heather was done with her shower they should be up with the small basic bed, bedding and a small side table. After another call to food service for a small meal she had to debate if Heather had earned the right for new clothes. Did she want to go that far? A knock at the door brought Ava out of her head. "Devon would like to know if he has permission to use Heather." the burly security guard asked as she stood in her open doorway.

"Yes, I think we can allow that today." Ava said as she turned her gaze and curiously turned on the monitor near her desk and tuning it to the channel that provided the feed from the washroom. It seemed that Heather was certainly enjoying the washing experience and she couldn't help but wish that these cameras provided audio as she thought about what would happen next. She might have to start working on changing that.

Ava leaned over to grab the phone, haphazardly dialing the extension for their wardrobe department. "Can you bring up our basic female wardrobe for our new girl in bay 1? I think she'll have earned it by this evening." Ava said to the faceless girl on the other line as she stood back up and walked around the edge of the desk. Heather would get clothing, would it be the clothing she wants? No, not really. The white bolt of fabric that would serve as a sarong and the simple and plain nightshirt would not be what she wanted but she would survive.

Ava walked quickly, stopping only briefly in the medical storeroom before practically jogging down the hallway to the washroom. She knew Devon well enough to guess that he was likely keeping her almost on the edge, perhaps even with her begging for more. If she didn't move fast she might miss the moment she was hoping for. She slowed as she reached the entrance to the washroom, her presence drawing only a moment of attention from the two guards that stood watch. She couldn't blame them, they did have quite a nice view of the proceedings. She couldn't tell if Devon had managed to make her beg, but as he suddenly changed pace and tightened his grip she knew they were both close and all she had left to do was watch.
 
Heather had always considered herself sexually experienced. After all she had been with a fair share of men. Her body was responsive enough that with a bit of work from her, through straining towards it, orgasm was generally something she could experience. She was now quickly realising that there was a whole new world of sensation out there.

Maybe her lovers had either been unskilled or selfish, but the way that Devon evoked a myriad of sensations in her young body was not something she had imagined possible. She was like an instrument, an ordinary fiddle in the hand of the unskilled, but a Stradivari in the hands of a master. When he sucked her neck harder and growled, his hands firmly grabbing her hips, holding her just as he wanted her, a shudder ran along Heather's spine, little bolts of electricity making her embarassingly wet pussy pulse.

Her helplessness and restriction, his power to do whatever he wanted to her, his mastery over her responses, it all surprisingly added something she didn't quite understand. She had never been more aroused, her body's need for him almost like a physical ache. Was this what real desire felt like? It was as though every nerve ending was flooded with aliveness, on edge, just waiting for Devon's touch. This was enough to make a girl lose her mind and Heather was losing hers fast. She had never begged a man before and she blamed this on the extreme stress she had been under. Devon was a distraction, a pleasant distraction that allowed her to find her center again. At least that was a more comfortable thought than any alternative...

He teased her mercilessly, eliciting moans and whimpers from her helpless form. Heathers eyes were hooded, her back arched, her head thrown back in ecstasy as he slowly rode her. Then one of his hands found her clit and her moans became louder and more urgent. His other hand held her hips firmly, giving himself leverage as he started to fuck her.

Heather was entering a space in her mind, where nothing existed except for Devon and herself. His hand, circling her clit, bringing her closer and closer to the inevitable brink. His cock, ravishing her sopping wet cunt, his breath against her neck and his husky sounds driving her insane.

"Oh my god", she whispered breathlessly. "Oh my fucking god". He stood closer, so Heather could now move a fraction more. Her hips automatically rocked, opening herself instinctively to take him deeper, take all of his delicious cock that would make her cum. "Aaahhh....Oww....Aaah", she moaned, the pitch of her sounds rising. He was holding her on that edge, where she could almost taste the relief she craved but it was still out of reach.

"Please", she whispered, her hips echoing the frantic request for him to let her cum for him.
 
Devon's stamina and control had both grown since he'd met Ava, especially in the past two years that they'd been here. Despite that growth, though, being in complete control over Heather, and knowing that she was loving every second of it, was pushing the boundaries of that control. He felt that familiar building sensation in his belly as he started to truly fuck her, When he felt her adjust her hips to take him deeper and roll her hips to meet his thrusts, though, his pleasure soared that much more! She was with him both mentally and physically, and that realization was hot as all hell!

Devon might have been able to hold onto his control, if not for Heater's final plea for release. He definitely hadn't expected her to have enough presence of mind to hold back her orgasm, let alone beg him for it. His response to that plea was instantaneous. He took a long step forward as he drove his cock into her with a savage thrust. The step forward would give her more than enough room to move her hips however she saw fit. "Cum for me Heather..." Devon growled against the flesh of her neck before resuming his hard sucking at her pulse point.

The second his words escaped his lips, he redoubled the pace of his ministrations of her ever-receptive body. His grip on her hip tightened to a white-knuckle grip. He used that grip for leverage to drive his achingly hard cock into her hot and sopping wet pussy time and again. His fingers on her clit picked up too, rapidly circling and flicking against that distended nub, trying to push her over the edge of the orgasm she sought. His own body was anything but immune to the effort he was putting in, and barely a few thrusts later he felt that building sensation reach his balls. As much as he wanted his orgasm, though, he couldn't resist the urge to fight against it, prolonging this encounter just that much longer. The fight was a losing one, and his body soon started to quiver as the powerful sensation worked it's way up his throbbing cock. The next furious thrust pushed him to the edge, and with reckless abandon, he pulled back and lunged forward, grunting and groaning against her neck as his cock erupted with his cum. His voice sounded off as his body shuddered and spasmed with his powerful release. His body didn't miss a beat, though, and continued to ruthlessly ravage her pussy at an unrelenting pace.
 
Heather was hovering helplessly near the edge, so near and yet so unreachable as Devon's hands circled her clit only lightly and slowly enough to keep her there. her whole body was shaking with the intensity of her need for release, her mind aflame.

In any other moment, Heather would have sneered at the mere suggestion that she would beg a man for anything but here, in this moment, as Devon was fucking her, bound and helpless, so close to the edge and desperately needing to come, she had.

He had responded instinctively to her plea, stepping forward, giving her everything he had, making her take the entirety of his length, stretching her to the delicious border between pleasure and pain. His hand on her clit picked up intensity, now willing to push her over the brink as he fucked her like a man posessed.

Heather was hanging in her bonds, her body surrendered to the torrent of sensation, her hips desperately reaching for him, opening, grinding, pleading for more as she knew he was going to make her cum. It was inevitable. Her moans and whimpers were continuous, her breath rasping and fast, her hips furious as she arched as much as she could to take him as deeply as possible. Something in her mind had given way, nothing but her orgasm and his cock mattered. His demanding lips on her neck, his fast breath as he was fucking her hard and fast, only urging her onwards.

"Cum for me, Heather", his sexy voice had commanded, his fingers and cock ensuring compliance. Something deep within Heather answered. It started as a tightening of her belly, which expanded quickly into contractions, convulsions of her pussy, her body, her entire being. A wave of pleasure hit her, ripping through her young, beautiful body, her cunt desperately clenching around Devons cock, who was still pumping her. With a sound, Devon let go, pushing into her to the hilt as he released burst after burst of his hot seed into her pussy. Each jet triggered micro-shocks in Heathers pussy, which joined the convulsions and violent shaking of her body. Tears were running from her face as everything she was disappeared in the relentless waves of the pleasure he was making her feel.

She sobbed, her body exhausted, worn out beyond compare but sated. For the first time in maybe forever, Heather felt a strange sense of peace. If this was the kind of sex she would have here...

This peace would not last as her mind was already trying to get back online to pick this apart, to regain control. However, she now had had a taste of what could be found in surrender. Something of this magnitude would be impossible to forget...
 
Ava watched the almost silent battle that raged on between Heather and Devon. Both seemed so intent on holding out for the other that she almost wondered if she'd have to intervene at some point. Thankfully by the time she had resigned to step in and likely ruin the mood of the moment Devon had decided to at least attempt to end it, pushing Heather towards an orgasm she would likely be unable to fight in the end. She couldn't help but smile as she watched the two practically orgasm together, leaving them both exhausted from the effort. She spun the small tube of cream in her hand as she contemplated the scene. The ointment would certainly ease some of the slight discomfort overnight, but the worst of it would be healed or mitigated by the next morning. Forcing more interaction with the now exhausted Heather might end up taking her a step backwards, and who knows - maybe a gentle reminder of her previous predicament here would do her good.

"I see you two had some fun in my absence" Ava said, making her presence known as she took a few steps towards the pair before grabbing a towel to drape over her own shoulder as well as several others from the stand near the door and dropping the small tube of ointment on top. "Hit the winch guys." Ava asked over her shoulder to security as she walked towards the two of them, watching silently as Devon lowered Heather onto the bench as the hook lowered.

After returning to them both and handing the towels to Devon she let her hands rest just barely on Heather's wrists. Once she felt that her touch was no longer a 'surprise' she slid her hands inward, and slipped the clip off of the ring on Heather's right cuff. Ava lowered both of Heather's arms slowly until they were hanging once again at her sides, hoping that the speed might help with any soreness or stiffness that had developed in the last 48 hours or so. Thankfully Devon had done as she hoped, wetting and gently ringing out the washcloth, setting it on the bench beside Heather before stepping back a few feet to wash off what had been shared between them only moments before. Ava hesitated for a moment, her last few moments had taken a minute at most and she couldn't help but wonder for a split second if she made a mistake in freeing Heather. With the possible mistake already made, she quickly slid the towel from her shoulder and wrapped Heather's now damp strands within the confines of the towel, slowly and gently blotting and squeezing the excess water from her hair.

"Why don't you take the washcloth and clean up, and then I'll let you get some real rest for a while?" Ava asked with a tone that made it clear it was only partially a question.
 
Ava's voice startled Heather. How long had she been there, what had she seen? The exhaustion of her mind and body mitigated the normal force of her reponse to such an invasion by a woman, her mind unable to care much about anything but the perfection of the moment.

At Ava's command the winch lowered, allowing Heathers body to collapse into Devon's waiting arms. He was supporting her, gently placing her to sit on the bench. Ava's hands touched her wrists, only a small shudder indicating her feelings around this. She gave Heather time to adjust to her touch, before bringing her arms down completely after unhooking her from the restraint.

Ava moved to gently dry Heather's hair. At the tender, intimate act, a small tear fell from Heather's eyes, quickly blinked away before anyone would see.

Her hand went automatically to the wash cloth at Ava's request and she washed the sweat and cum from her form, restoring her previous state of cleanness as much as possible. She acted as though in a trance, her mind to overwhelmed to do anything but rely on auto-pilot.

The promise of some real rest made Heather sigh. Was this promised rest lying bound on a cold stone floor again, waiting until the exhaustion eclipsed the pain? Whatever was waiting, in this moment she had nothing to resist it with, her orgasm at Devon's hand so intense and so confusing that compliance was, for now, her only option.
 
Ava waited patiently as Heather slowly moved to comply, and she couldn't help but wonder how much of her was really present in the moment. She had yet to protest or fight the situation in any way, which seemed uncharacteristic for her so far. Either way, she'd take the change even if it was only temporary. When Heather seemed to have accomplished her task and turned to grab one of the remaining towels Ava took a few steps back and waited until she had finished.

"Looks like we're ready to walk back?" Ava asked as she slowly took a few steps towards the door, playing the odds that Heather would eventually follow behind her. Either way she would end up in the same place eventually, and she increased her pace down the hallway to ensure that everything had been placed as it should be.

As she requested, the room was no longer bare and the small room just managed to hold the items she requested. The single bed was certainly far from luxurious, but the sheets and blanket and pillow were comfortable. While it may not fit Heather's standards, it would fare well enough for a good night's sleep. The night shirt that was brought up was sitting on the freshly made bed and the sarong was hung on the peg on the wall. If Heather had not figured out the purpose of the white bolt of fabric they could cross that bridge tomorrow. The nightgown should certainly satisfy her desire for at least some clothes. The small table to the side of the bed was just large enough to hold the cafeteria style tray. Ava crossed the room quickly, hoping to make it there and back before Heather and the trailing guards could make their way back. Thankfully it only took her a moment to ensure that no one was stupid enough to give her cutlery as Ava had no desire to find out how far Heather would go to try and escape. By the time Ava made her way back through the doorway Heather had finally made her way back to her room (at least for the current time.)

"I think you will find the space more comfortable than you did last night and I will give you the benefit of the doubt and leave you unbound for the rest of the night. I will allow our security personnel to provide you with access to the bathroom if needed, although you will still be supervised. Please don't make me regret my decision Heather. I don't desire to make this harder for you than it already is." Ava said sincerely, before turning in the opposite direction and heading back into her office, She couldn't help but hope Heather was smart enough to see the honesty in her words.

Ava finally relaxed as she sat down in her office, the silence that followed showed her that at least part of today had gone right. A long soft sigh escaped her lips as she ran her hands through her long dark brown hair. It had been such a long time since she had dealt with someone so obstinate and she couldn't quite decide if this was going to end up being fun or just hell. "Time to fight fire with fire I suppose." Ava said to herself as she picked up the phone and placed a call to the head of their security team. "Have them bring Heather to the showers early tomorrow morning. I want her with Emily in housekeeping tomorrow. They can clean the common areas on the first floor together, lets see how she does. Make sure they only intervene if she tries to leave the area. If she decides to do something just let her, I will handle it later." Ava said before hanging up the phone and making her way upstairs and away from staff housing.
 
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Heather's normally razor-sharp mind was still trying to find its way through the post-orgasmic haze. She was stunned by what her body had just experienced.
Ava said something, but Heather was too deeply in her own thoughts to notice.

The guards grabbed her under the arms and frogmarched the hardly resisting Heather to her cell. That's what this was, a cell, she had to remind herself.
Yes, it now had a narrow bed in it and a table which held some actual food, but she was still a prisoner. Heather couldnt help the rumble, her tummy uttered at the sight.

Ava's words started to reach her. How could this woman make a cell after a kidnapping sound like a kindness just because it now had a table in it? Did she expect her to fall to her knees in eternal gratitude? Fuck her! Heather bit her lip and looked down, keeping her hands firmly by her side. "Don't ruin it now, H. Clearly compliance is working. If you can keep it up, she will let you roam this place in no time and then it won't be long until you can escape", she thought, her hands trembling.

"Thank you", she managed to mutter, her nails digging into her hands to keep the meek facade. She had still managed to never give Ava the title that she had demanded. A small victory at least and her hands would be unbound. It was a start...

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Heather woke from uneasy dreams, heavily featuring Devon's cock, at the chipper voice of some woman.

"It's time to get up for a shower and then we'll get you to work", the slightly chubby blonde girl began with genuine warmth. "I'm Emily bye the way", she added with a sugarsweet smile. Oh my god. Please, god, not some goody-two-shoes Polyanna. Heather didnt think she could cope with that. A quick glance showed her the waiting guards. It had been too much to hope Ava's trust with her went that far.
Not yet. Her time would come.

After the much less eventful shower, Heather put the sarong on with Emily's help. The were walking together to the elevator to the first floor, followed by the burly guards still. Emily explained the cleaning duties they were assigned today. Heather could not quite suppress a sneer. She had never done a day's housework in her life. I guess it beat being fingered by Ava or some other chick on a powertrip.

Heather didnt really apply herself, but she did go through the motions Emily showed her and somehow the monotonous work had a soothing effect on her, when she managed to forget what she was doing and why she was here. She was certainly never going to be a brilliant cleaner, but it seemed the floor was marginally cleaner than it had been before her attentions. Emily raised an eyebrow, a definitely un-Polyanna-ish move. Heather just ignored the look, focusing on her own thoughts as she polished the same piece of floor again and again. She couldnt get herself to feel sorry about falling short of Polyanna's standrads for unpaid slave labor. Maybe they should hire some actual cleaners?
 
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After disappearing for the rest of the night Ava couldn't help but wonder what Heather had managed to get up to in her absence, and she was happy to hear from security when she returned that the night was in fact uneventful. For the first time since Heather had arrived she found herself genuinely positive that in some way this might just work out for Heather. Unfortunately, that positivity disappeared as she started to walk down the hall towards the common area where Emily and Heather were assigned.

"What the hell is going on in here? Or rather what is not going on in here?" Kevin practically yelled from inside the common room. "How fucking long have you been working on that one spot? Emily has almost the entire room done by now. I hope you realize how fucking lucky you are Emily, that I cannot punish you for this stupid bitch's incompetence to do the simplists of tasks. I promised Ava I would not. You, you dumb bitch, you want to eat tonight? You better fucking earn it. You want to sleep on the floor? Go hungry? Keep this stupid shit up. No one here owes you a thing. Think this life is hard? Wait till you see where useless bitches get sold off to, this will look like heaven. You are so goddamn lucky that you are not one of mine. With the shit you pull you would be so black and blue you couldn't sit for a month. You wouldn't even dare raise your eyes from the floor for fear of what I would do to you. You would scrub this floor like your next breath depended on it. It does though, and I bet your stupid ass doesn't even realize that." he continued to bellow.

Ava had froze in the hallway as Kevin continued his tirade against the two. Part of her wanted to rush to Heather's defense and she feared what Heather might do or say. At the same time he would likely only say things that Heather in many ways needed to realize. She could hope that Kevin's large muscular 6ft frame would keep Heather from lashing out, but she didn't know Heather well enough to be sure. Anything Heather said back would mean a harsher punishment, she would have to be sure of that. Right now, no one else had the right to punish Heather but unless Emily had shared that tidbit Heather certainly didn't know that. Ava could hear someone else speaking from her vantage point but not well enough to hear the words or determine the speaker. Whatever was going to happen in this moment she'd deal with later, and it wasn't until Kevin stepped out into the hallway and walked towards her that she resumed her leisurely pace.

"Do I need to know?" Ava asked the red faced Kevin when they both stopped side by side in the hallway.

"Not fucking worth it. I doubt she'll make it anyway." Kevin huffed before storming off down the hallway.

When Ava rounded the corner into the common room it wasn't hard to spot the two standing motionless. One look at Emily's red face and rapid breathing told her that moment was upsetting to at least one of them. Heather's expression was harder to read than she had anticipated.

"Emily, why don't you go ask security to call Devon to help you finish. Heather and I have something else to take care of. Come on Heather, might as well give you a tour of the island..." Ava said as she tried to hide the aggravation in her voice.

The two walked down the hall silently, and when they had reached the large glass doors at the entrance Ava swiped her keycard to unlock them causing the large heavy doors to swing outward. By the time the two of them (with security following closely behind) made their way down the short half flight of steps the large SUV was pulling up to the curb, and one of the security personnel exited to open the back passenger door.

"Get in Heather." Ava said harshly, her patience sadly starting to run thin, even with the morning barely underway. She didn't bother to wait and see if Heather would actually comply on her own before walking around the rear of the vehicle to the other side. Either way they would make sure she was in the seat and she didn't particularly care how Heather ended up in the seat beside her. She had no reason to be concerned about anyone's safety in this moment. Heather had nothing to use to seriously harm her. The windows in the back were not operable, and the doors could not open from the inside and the mesh between the front and back would prevent her from doing anything harmful to either of the security personnel in the front.

Ava spoke slowly as the pulled away from the staff buildings, as there was no reason to hurry. "The resort takes up the entirely of the island. While the hotel dominates the north side of the island there are a number of smaller units that are spread out among the rest of the island to provide a more private experience. We are surrounded entirely by water. The closest island is about 300 miles from here, so we can in fact provide the private experience for our guests and with no phone or internet access we are unplugged from any outside influence as well. We do have a small airport strip for deliveries and emergencies only, as we do not house any aircraft on the island. Most guests arrive by boat, and as we also do not house any boats on the island, arrivals and departures are highly regulated. Everything that leaves the island is heavily searched at 3 points. If you were hoping somehow to escape Heather, it would be impossible. Even if you managed to make it on a boat or plane we could track your location through the implant you recieved before you arrived here. I was being honest when I told you that your purchase price being refunded would be your only way off the island that would provide you with freedom." By the time she finished they had almost completed the full loop around the island.

"Your actions today cannot go unpunished, and they will be harsher than the point I made with the burlap. I will let you chose which option you prefer. You can either accept the punishment that Kevin would likely have implemented or you can repay Emily for the problem that you caused in a form of my choosing. If you continue to be obstinate and not make a choice I will decide, and I will not limit my actions based on the options I presented. " Ava said with a laugh. "It will be for my enjoyment..." she finished, letting her words trail off unfinished.
 
An angry male voice ripped Heather unceremoniously out of her reverie. He was tall, muscular and handsome, yet his outburst clearly showed her that this man was anything but in control of himself. She couldnt respect such a brute, who would likely exhaust himself in hurting her before using her helpless form to get himself off. He was a bully and something deep inside Heather had always hated bullies. Her father had frequently hit her and Heather had found a place inside herself where pain did no longer effect her, thereby finally able to spite her father through withholding her pleading for mercy that had never come anyways. Do your worst, asshole, do your worst!

"I apologise sir, if I hadnt quite understood the full extent of my luck. I had thought my effort sufficient, maybe even generous in light of the compensation offered, but your calm and enlightened teaching has certainly cleared that right up for me", Heather said, her voice calm and only her eyes and the way she looked directly into the man's eyes betraying her irony. The words were perfectly proper and yet the redness in his face rising showed her that he had heard or at least sensed the true message. Heather politely bowed her head to him as he turned to leave, fuming, Emily's mouth open.

It was only moments before Ava walked in, her tone much brisker than it had been before. Oh, so she hadnt embraced the cleaning and fucking slave labor lifestyle with sufficient enthusiasm yet for her taste, had she? Well, sorry, lady. Life apparantly sucks for everyone!

Ava was going to show her the island? How strange. At least she could get an idea of her surroundings.

Heather's heart sank at Ava's explanations. If that was true, she would be truly stuck here for the forseeable future.

"My actions today", Heather asked hotly. "You mean getting on my hands and knees and scrubbing some fucking floor will get me punished. No problem, I think I can manage without the privilege", she spat, unable to help herself.

"Yes, the money I never received that however is my responsibility to return. Its like me saying: Hey Ava, you're a slave now. If you want to be free again, it will cost you a few million. Oh you dont have the money, I guess that means some lameass will fuck your ass until the end of days and when you are too bruised to fuck you can at least scrub some floors. Sorry I am not enthused about the picture", she ranted, her suppressed emotions all coming out with force. Heather however never made a move towards Ava.

"Fuck you", Heather whispered. "Just hit me and be done with it if it gets you off. Or even better, let Kevin have a go, I have a feeling I m right up his street."
 
Ava listened intently as Heather ranted on about the massive injustices done to her. Not all of it was incorrect, but she was still missing the big picture.

"You aren't all wrong Heather, and I won't pretend that this is a situation that you should like. I do think you need to step out of your perpetual victim box and look at the real picture. No one is asking you to repay your purchase price. I am simply trying to get you to focus on what you can change and take charge of in your own life instead of letting others direct it for you. No one here is going to force you to fuck some random man Heather. While you don't see it this way, a CES is actually one of the more coveted spots, but the hardest to obtain. 90% of the staff here hold regular positions and are quite happy in them. Many would love to be a CES because while the job in some ways is terrible, the resulting freedoms are worth it to them. The position would have brought you many of the things I am sure you will miss. I have no aspirations for you to become a CES. Unless you make some amazing turn around I don't ever see how that is even possible. If you perform a sexual act with someone other than myself it will be because you consented or I ordered it. " Ava explained, her tone almost flat and uncaring. At this point she just hoped that maybe some of her words would sink in as they pulled back up to the curb.

"I wanted you to see the island so you can come to terms with what is actually expected of you. To live here, you do have to fulfill a job, no one gets a free ride. Just like working a full time job in the real world to pay for rent, food and fun - you have to earn your room and board and when you do well you earn more free time, freedom and rewards. Do well and you get promoted to another area, just like in the real world. Refuse to cooperate? You get fired, except in your case being fired means you are sold to someone else. I am punishing you for how you acted towards Kevin, like it or not you have to at least appear to respect the trainers, as well as anyone who supervises you. While I had hoped you would have done a better job today, I wasn't expecting much from you Heather." she finished as security opened her door. Ava didn't pause for Heather to respond. She had done enough talking for today and here wasn't anything else she could say to change Heather's mind.

"Take her into the playspace and tie her face down and spread on the padded table! " Ava shouted over her shoulder as she walked across the street and back to her own home.
 
Ava's voice had changed. The kindness she had felt yesterday was gone, now Ava was speaking to her as if she was equal mixture of unruly child and imbecile. It was nice she acknowledged that Heather had a point, however the next few words stung. "Perpetual victim" made Heather's fist clench. What she wouldnt give to put Ava in her own situation to see if she could see the "opportunity" in it on day 2 as she was recommending.

How could she take charge of her own life as a slave? She simply did not understand the concept. The contradictions were fucking with her mind.
There was a mixture of relief and alarmingly a slight tinge of disappointment when Ava revealed she didn't see her becoming a CES. What would that mean for her? Scrubbing floors for the end of days?

Even worse were her next words, suggesting that Ava would use her sexually. Heather's heart started racing, her palms instantly sweating. Her voice was less steady and slightly hoarse as she asked with alarm:"I thought you weren't going to... That you weren't...", Heather almost stuttered.

Ava went on unperturbed by Heathers dismay, outlining her responsibilities of contributing to the island. "Wouldnt it be easier if you sold me to some old dude as his toy", Heather asked rationally, thinking it might be much easier to get out of a situation like that than this damned island. "And I understand that everyone needs to contribute in some way, but shouldnt that allocation be made based on skills and talents. I have never in my life done housework", she added quickly.

When Ava mentioned the need for punishment, Heather almost lost it again: "That is so unfair. Isnt respect something that is earned? He behaved like a pompous ass, throwing his weight around. He is a bully. Why would I need to be punished, considering I did not use a single insulting word?"

Ava's comment of not expecting much from her stung uncomfortably, leaving Heather vulnerable to the sudden command for the guards to take her into something called a "playspace", tie her down and spread her out.
"NO", Heather screamed as the guards were grabbing her, dragging her back into the building and down another corridor to a sturdy, locked metal door.

With great ease they stripped heather of her sarong and tied her face down onto the padded table, her legs and arms spread wide and bound, allowing her hardly any movement. In the quick moment when the guards had dragged her in, she had just glimpsed a few implements that looked like whips, dildos, clamps, ropes and many other tools lining the walls. Fuck. Please, fuck, no. Not this. Please let Ava beat her. Please, god, let her beat her. She could cope with that, knew she could come back from that. When Heather thought of the dildo she had seen, a shudder ran down her spine. She didn't think she would be able to come back from something like that.
 
The trip back home was a short one, as it had been only 3 days ago when Heather first arrived. As she tossed off her shoes and walked upstairs to sit on the balcony she couldn't help but notice how her mood was now the exact opposite of what it had been earlier in the week before Heather had arrived. Ava couldn't quite tell which irked her more, the fact that Heather seemed to not think things through or that fact that she was letting such a silly girl have this effect on her. As she sat down on one of the wicker chairs and looked out at the tide. She knew Heather would likely have already been secured in the playroom and the mood in the room would be much different than the one here. For now, she was willing to let her stew in it. When the door to the patio suddenly opened and Devon emerged she was surprised, more time had passed than she realized.

"What time is it?" Ava asked as Devon moved to sit at her feet.

"It's noon, she's been in there not quite an hour" Devon said softly as he pulled her left leg into his lap, gently massaging her calf. "She's getting to you isn't she?" Devon asked.

"Yes, she is." Ava said reluctantly. "It's as if she listens selectively, choosing to use what I say to her advantage in certain moments and conveniently ignoring it in others. Like saying she shouldn't be cleaning because she had no experience or skill with it. She is cleaning because she has no experience in anything! She seems so content to think that she should get anything she wants without offering anything in return. I think she's stupid enough to think if she acts badly enough she'll get to leave here and end up in something better. Could she be that clueless still?" she asked.

"She could easily be that clueless. She has seen nothing to the contrary. That is a conversation I could have after your lesson if you wish." Devon said as he moved to take her other calf in his hands. They passed the next few moments in silence, until Ava slowly pulled her right leg out of Devon's gentle grip. She knew she could not put off the moment much longer and her frustration had cooled enough that she knew she would not be tempted to do something she might regret later.

Ava walked briskly back to the staff housing, waving away the few people who had minor questions or wanted to gossip as she needed all the patience she had for the task at hand. As she swiped her keycard to gain access she couldn't help but wonder what she had gotten a glimpse of as the guards bought her in. Did she think she was simply going to punish her physically like Kevin would with pain? The implements hung on the wall could cause great pain or harm if Ava wished them to. Had she spent the last hour assuming that would be the case? Or did see see some of the more sexual objects that lined the shelves and dread the idea that sexual contact would be in her future? Either way, the silence in the room as her shoes softly echoed did not surprise her. She assumed Heather would be using her anger as a source of separation from Ava and for what would be in store for her so she made no effort in trying to greet her. Ava paused momentarily, slipping off her shoes and hanging up her sundress near the door. She had no desire to ruin the dress with any fluids that could come in contact with it and she could only hope that Heather would read more into it than the actual act intended. With the reactions Heather had previously she knew that Ava's touch was one of the last things she wanted. She could imagine where her mind would go when she realized that Ava had undressed to the navy embroidered bra and panties that were concealed under the dark linen fabric of her dress. Sadly though she knew Heather would likely never learn to appreciate her athletic curves. Now free from her shoes, her moments were quieter, only the soft ticking of the drawer as she retrieved the bottle of coconut oil betrayed her location and it seemed Heather had not bothered to turn her head towards the door.

"You had asked me earlier why you needed to be punished when you did not utter any insulting words. No matter where you are or who you are with, what you do, what you say and how you portray yourself affects everything. Saying something terrible with a nice or sweet tone does not take away the nastiness of the words, and saying something nice with a tone that is harsh, negative or false is worthless. You cannot ignore one to save the other." Ava said as she walked slowly around the other side of the table where Heather was facing. "No matter what world you live in, there will always be people who you are expected to treat with respect. Does that mean that you personally respect them? No, but that doesn't give you the right to ignore that fact. There will always be consequences, but here... here those consequences will be more obvious." she continued as she popped open the oil, the click reverberating through the room.

After pouring a small amount of oil into her palm she leaned over to rest the bottle in the expansive space between Heather's knees, pausing to distribute and warming it between both of her hands. Her touch was light as she slowly placed her hand each of Heather's shoulders, letting her touch settle for a minute to allow Heather to acclimate as much as she could. Her hands slid slowly inward along the tops of her shoulders, slowly spreading the oil until the trailed back downwards along her spine. She kept her touch light, applying only a whisper of pressure as she worked the oil in slow lazy circles down the rest of her back. She increased the pressure as she slid her hands upwards, just barely pressing along the sides of Heather's spine. When she had finally reached Heather's neck again she repeated the same motion with slightly increasing pressure. Ava had no real desire to completely relax her, as this certainly wasn't a spa massage but it would suit her purpose well enough. After adding a touch more oil to her hands she walked back towards the head of the table, sliding her slick hands up each of Heather's bound arms causing her breasts to just barely graze the top of her head.

Stepping off to Heather's right side she focused her attentions on her arm, gliding her finger tips gently along the full of her arm before slowly increasing her pressure once again until she was firmly working out the tension that had developed over the past few days with both hands before repeating the same motions to the other side. By the time she had completed both arms she could tell her ministrations were having the desired effect, no matter how much Heather had tried to hide them. As much as she was mentally hating it, the rest of her body did not fail to respond to her continued attentions. She couldn't resist testing it, returning her hands to Heather's back and letting her fingers barely trace along the contours of her back on the right side before sliding the full of her hand along side. Ava let her thumb press ever so gently as it made its way upwards until her fingertips grazed the side of Heather's exposed breast. Even though she couldn't quite determine if her reaction was more of a gasp or a hiss she remained undeterred, repeating the motion twice more before slowly walking around Heather's head to repeat the same motion on the other side.

When she had completed her task on the other side she pulled both hands away, pausing for a long moment before slowly walking down the table towards Heather's outstretched feet. After oiling her hands back up she slowly placed her hands on Heather's left ankle and she couldn't help but smile as Heather flinched. "Did she think she was going to get away that easy?" Ava thought as she slowly spread the oil up Heather's left leg, stopping just before her fingertips would graze the valley between her legs. As she stepped slowly back towards the foot of the table she let her free left hand glide its way downward. Ava took her time with Heather's leg, rubbing ever so gently as her hands slowly worked their way back up her leg, one millimeter at a time until once again until her thumbs and fingertips had made their way to the crease of Heather's ass. Her finger tips slid effortless along the crease as they made their respective way down each side of her legs, just barely grazing Heather's labia in the process before she pulled her hands backwards down her thigh. Ever so torturously slow she continued the same actions on Heather's right leg, and by the time she was done there was no denying Heather's arousal.

As Ava pulled her hands away once again, she almost considered stopping. She knew every touch she made resulted in what had to be a mix of emotions for the young girl. As much as she hated the idea of being touched by a woman clearly part of her still enjoyed it. Perhaps the little taste of it was enough? Ava shook her head to herself at the thought, spreading another thin layer of oil across her hands as she did so. After resting her hands on the small of Heather's back she worked her way downwards in slow horizontal strokes across the full of her lower back and ass before slowly sliding her each hand separately down Heather's left cheek. Ava had to stifle her own chuckle as each stroke brought a series of gasps from Heather as her thumb slid deftly between her cheeks before tracing back along the crease of her leg. After completing the same motions on her other side she alternated, letting her hands glide from one side to the other, slowly working her thumbs further and further down the sides of Heather's labia. At this point, there was no denying the hint of moisture that started to gather, giving away any hopes that Heather could deny enjoyment.
 
Heather had no idea how long exactly she had been strapped to this damn table. Ava was clever, leaving Heather to her dark thoughts about what was in store for her, now yet again so helpless to do anything but accept what was offered.

The rebellious part of Heather, the freedom loving brat hated her restraint. And yet, since her encounter with Devon, another, smaller part of her was clenching deliciously in anticipation of being used and helpless. Just please let it be a man. Please dont let it be Ava.

Heathers mind had time to recall her first and only encounter with another woman, her very best friend in school. Kylie had been such a cute, brunette, perky cheerleader type, her perfect, athletic body always on display, her eyes and smile always teasing and enticing.

One day after quite a few glasses of wine, Heather had touched Kylie's breast and pulled her friend into a sensuous kiss. Kylie had given herself for a moment before she forcefully pulled away. "Take your hands off of me, you dirty lesbian. I am a good christian girl and this perversion can never be", she had sobbed, running out of Heather's room and her life.

The rumors had started afterwards that she was a lesbian, easily stopped by stealing Kylie's boyfriend very publicly. Her best friend and secret crush had never spoken to her again, the one source of friendship, support and intimacy in her life gone, all because of those stupid and clearly despicable urges. She would never let herself go there again. Never.

Heather's heart sank as she heard the door finally open, the soft footsteps too gentle to belong to a man. She closed her eyes, steeling herself for what was to come. Please let it be pain. It was Ava. Heather could feel her presence coming closer. When she heard the sound of cloth falling, Heather began to panic. Ava was taking her clothes off. She was going to use her, was going to take her sexually.
Why couldn't she have kept her smart mouth shut?

Heather contemplated desperate apologies and pleading. Please, anything but not this! Ava's movements were deliberate and after their earlier conversation she likely was in no mood to be merciful. Heather focused on her breathing, hoping against hope for the best.

When Ava's soft, oil-slicked hands first touched her back, Heather shuddered. The sensation was not unpleasant, instead it was the pleasantness of it that made it so thoroughly unacceptable for her. Ava was massaging her, loosening the muscles. This could not be her punishment, could it? Heather could not help herself melting under Ava's expert touch, relaxing her muscles, a soft sigh escaping her lips as Ava had stayed away from any sexual area so far. Maybe she had just been paranoid.

When Ava's fingers first brushed against Heather's breast, she flinched. Maybe just an accident, she prayed, her hope quickly dissipating as Ava caressed her in the same place again twice more before repeating the same process on her other side.
Her treacherous body was responding to Ava's attention, something Heather could not accept. Her hands balled into fists, her nails digging into her hands as Ava proceeded along her leg, ever moving closer to her oh so very needy pussy. Heather's teeth bit onto her lip, drawing blood to stifle a moan as Ava's hand brushed against her labia with startling gentleness.

"Please not there", she whispered so softly. "I'm sorry, please not there", she pleaded, ignoring her pussy's pleasurable pulsing, which was getting ready for much more already.
 
Ava's hand's continued to trail across Heather's body, slowly tracing a line up and down the inside of her thigh, alternating between the left and right side with no discernible pattern. Occasionally she let her hand wander to the apex of her thigh, barely tracing her fingertips and nails along the the sensitive place just between her thigh and her pussy, coming oh so close to her labia, but never quite touching. She could tell from the way Heather had tensed that as much as she may have been physically trying to hide it she was losing the war. Ava pulled her hands away abruptly, walking briskly towards the door to page security and grab a few other items that she would need to continue. When the door swung open noisily and the two guards returned she couldn't help but wonder if for a brief moment Heather thought she had managed to get a reprieve.

"Turn her over and strap her feet in" Ava said, the amusement ringing through her voice as she held out the spreader bar for their use as they marched past her.

Ava didn't bother to turn around, she had already assumed Heather would fight them and watching them wouldn't change her mind now. By the time Ava had arranged several items on a tray they had completed their task and were exiting the room. When she was done, Ava crossed the room carrying only the fabric contoured blindfold in her hand. She approached Heather's head quickly, slipping the thin fabric down across her eyes before she was able to adequately try to avoid it plunging her into darkness - at least for the moment. Now that she could clearly see Heather's face she couldn't help but notice how Heather's lips were now marred by the faint smear of blood and intentions from her teeth. Had she really mentally despised woman all that much or was there something deeper to her extreme reaction.

"Why is it that you despise the idea of me touching you that much Heather? While you seem to protest so deeply your body very easily tells another story and I have not had to try very hard to get you there." Ava said as she walked back to the wall, grabbing a small gag before wheeling her tray over, now that Heather would be unable to see the contents.

Ava circled Heather slowly several times in a lazy predatory spiral as the considered all her options, the breathable ball gag dangling between her fingers. After several minutes she slowed at Heather's feet, gliding her nails along Heather's left side as she walked back towards her head. She stopped as she reached Heather's ribcage, one fingernail tracing its way around the contours of her breast. She increased her pressure slightly as it made its way around and around until she was just faintly scratching, drawing the just the faintest hint of a scratch along Heather's anxious body. Once she drew her hand away she could almost feel the tension in the air before she allowed her fingertips to slide back down, tracing around the outskirts of the opposite nipple before lazily working her way downwards. Ava's motions alternated as she let her hands alternate between the two, while occasionally pausing to rub and gentle pinch each nipple, purposefully keeping Heather guessing as to what and where she would go next. For Heather it likely seemed like forever, but she couldn't help but enjoy the reactions that cascaded across Heather's face and body.

Eventually she had to give in and move on, grabbing the remote for the winch above the table and lowering until it was almost touching the surface. She paused, placing the ball gag near Heather's head before walking to the foot of the table. It only took a second to pull up the spreader bar and hook the end of the winch, the motion already pulling the bar closer to Heather's head spreading her legs even further. A quick flick of the switch pulled the winch even further upwards until her legs were almost perpendicular to the floor, spreading her completely before placing the remote back on the metal tray and walking around to Heather's head.

"Open your mouth Heather" Ava said sharply as she held stretched it between her two fingers, dangling it just inches above Heather's lips.
 
Her pleas went unanswered, Ava's soft hands ruthlessly claiming her whole body with aching gentleness. The constantly shifting sensations and the undiscernable pattern to Ava's attention kept Heather on edge.

"Please stop", Heather sobbed, her body covered in gooseflesh, her pussy embarassingly wet.

Ava stopped, stepping away from the table. Oh please, let this be it. She would try harder, would clean floors if that what it took to avoid this experience, which brought up all of the old shameful feelings again, feelings Heather had sworn she would never submit to. She released a breath as her torture halted Suddenly. Two guards walked in and the relief in the young woman's face and body was obvious. They would take her back to her room now. "Thank you", she whispered, almost too soft to hear.

Heather's fragile hope was shattered at Ava's next words: "Turn her over and strap her feet in", she commanded the guards.

"NO", Heather screamed, immediately starting to struggle as for her life. The guards were too strong and she was easily overpowered and flipped, her legs spread with a strange bar, her hands and feet bound, making movement virtually impossible.
Heather's eyes were wide with apprehension, her soft mouth continuing her pleas of "No", replaced by a small whimper as Ava placed the blindfold onto her eyes.

In some ways the blindfold was a mercy, as it would allow Heather to go somewhere else in her mind, imagine someone else's hands on her body. Right now, however, the sense of powerlessness and vulnerability washed through every cell of her being, threatening to overwhelm her frazzled mind.

'Why is it that you despise the idea of me touching you so much, Heather? While you seem to protest so deeply, your body very easily tells another story and I have not had to try very hard to get you there", Ava said in her melodic voice.

"I am not a lesbian", Heather whispered almost inaudibly, a tear running along her cheek.

Ava took her time, keeping Heather on edge, waiting for what was to come. When her nails trailed along the tender flesh of the young beauty's body, around her nipples, Heather could neither hold back the shivers nor the slightest moans. Her nipples were already standing to attention, further hardening painfully when Ava pulled, rubbed and pinched them, Heathers gasps offering an encouraging soundtrack.

Then she heard a noise. The bar seperating her feet was lifted and then the familiar sound of the mini crane accompanied the feeling of her legs being lifted toward her head, spreading her lewdly open, her dripping sex on full display, so vulnerable and exposed to whatever Ava's mind had in store for her.

"Please no", she whispered.

"Open your mouth, Heather", Ava commanded sharply. Her aroused and anxious body was so on edge. She couldnt give in. She could not let Ava think that she wanted this. But maybe if she obeyed now, Ava would take it easy on her... Heather didn't know what to do, her whole body shaking, paralyzed to decide between defiance and obedience.
 
Ava stared down at Heather, not bothering to hide the smile on her lips as she waited to see if Heather would actually comply.

"We go back to the lesbian thing again? You realize no one has even insinuated otherwise? Yet you seem so intent to bring it up at every chance. What are you trying to prove Heather?" Ava remarked, almost to herself as she walked away from the head of the table. The ball gag was discarded for the time being, the plastic gag making a discernible clang as it dropped to the cart. She walked slowly to Heather's hip, raising her hand upwards as she did so before resting her left hand on the back of her right knee before letting it slowly inch downwards.

"This though..." Ava said as she continued to slide her hand southward and over the side of Heather's now spread labia "...this doesn't lie. Why are we so wet if my touch is so deplorable, so unwanted?" She paused momentarily as she continued to run her fingertips back up the left side of Heather's labia before pulling away. As she walked almost silently back towards Heather's head she was genuinely curious if she would bother to offer some new excuse or explanation as to why her reactions did not match her words.

Ava pulled the gag back off the cart silently and as she rounded the corner of the table she pulled the ball into her hand. Seamlessly she brought her fingers down onto Heather's nose, cutting off her air supply while bringing the gag just millimeters away from Heather's lips. When Heather instinctively gasped for air she did not hesitate, quickly slipping the small gag between her lips and teeth. It only took a few seconds for her to pull the strap along the back of Heather's head and cinch it tight while securing holding the gag in place with the other. The gag would only be slightly effective in this situation, but it wasn't meant to keep Heather quiet. Ava couldn't help but look forward to the sounds Heather would eventually emit through the holes of the gag. Her words would certainly be less recognizable, but she would still be able to hear any moans or other reactions that Heather might continue to hide as she continued her assault. Her right hand trailed its way along Heather's collarbone as she walked completely around the other side of the table to Heather's right side right side, pausing only to pull gently at Heather's nipple as she slid by. Ava's hand slid inwards, gently gliding down across Heather's taut stomach and pelvis. She couldn't help but chuckle as Heather seemed to almost clench as she made her way southwards, ever so briefly fluttering her fingertips across the top of Heather's mound before pulling her hand away.

For Heather, the reprieve was brief as Ava's hands returned quickly. Wasting no time Ava's fingers slid between Heather's damp folds, sliding her fingers up and down the wet folds. Ava did not have to doubt the desire of Heather's body, her slickness made the motion easy and effortless allowing her to move agonizingly slow. While Heather's brain could be fighting against her, her body was more than welcoming it and Ava happily lingered. As she did so she couldn't help but wonder if Heather would eventually beg for more, if she could. For some reason, that seemed unlikely so Ava followed her own desires teasing her with the fleeting touch that only just barely provided the touch her body seemed to be begging for.
 
Ava's words were like taunts, assaulting Heather's tight grip of control over her body's responses, which was slipping more and more. Shame stained her cheeks a telling red as Ava pointed out the obvious signs of her responsiveness.

"Fuck you", Heather managed to let out through gritted teeth. When Ava's hand first touched her now spread labia, all of Heathers self control and determination wasnt enough to suppress either her shudder or her gasp. Her fragrance of mounting arousal was beginning to seep into the room, her pink, petite folds damp with the treacherous responsiveness of her body.

"This though... This doesn't lie... Why are we so wet if my touch is so deplorable, so unwanted", Ava's words teased as her hands toyed with Heather's pussy. Her only response was a desperate whimper. Heather was fighting the sensation with everything she was but this was a loosing battle. Spread helpessly open, her pussy so exposed and assaulted by the gentle and skillful ministrations of her captor, Heather was standing no chance. The responsiveness of her body was giving her no way out, her best option clenching her teeth and tensing her body to suppress as many of the embrassing sounds and movements her arousal was forcing from her.

When her air was suddenly cut off, instinctively Heather opened her mouth to gulp for precious air, giving Ava the opening she needed to plant the gag in her mouth. Heather protested by moving her head and screaming against the gag, her words swallowed by the rubbery ball in her mouth.

Ava's hand continued its relentless assault, trailing along her collarbone and teasing her nipple, a new wave of helplessness washing through Heathers form. She hated her treacherous body in this moment, so responsive to Ava, crying out for more even though her mind was screaming a loud NO.
When Ava trailed along her pussy lips, Heather was grateful for the gag, which absorbed a good bit of her desperate moan. Her sex was glistening with her juices, allowing Ava's finger to glide along her slick slit, keeping her arousal growing without getting her closer to the release which might end this torture. AT this pace, Ava could be here for hours. Heather couldnt trust herself, gladly biting down on the gag, which was now the only thing allowing her even a hint of containment.
 
The next hour continued for what seemed like eternity. Ava's soft and almost fleeting touch continued to trail along Heather's sensitive skin, alternating between long deliberate strokes and mercilessly circling Heather's now engorged clit. Since Ava had no other purpose she took her time, paying special attention to keep Heather stimulated to the point to where a reasonable woman would be begging for more. Knowing that Heather would never speak those words to Ava she lingered there, if for no other reason than to show her that she could.

"Not quite like your experience the other day is it?" Ava asked with a laugh. "It wasn't hard to see how much you enjoyed your time with Devon. I cannot say I blame him, as I did teach him everything he knows. He is not quite as good as me, but he will get there." Ava said as she abruptly pulled her hand away. She left briefly, but only to walk back to Heather's head to roughly pulling the gag from Heather's lips and grab an additional toy off the tray before returning.

Ava's hand returned, teasing Heather's damp entrance as she watched her pull against her bonds. When her two fingers slid in effortlessly she had no doubt that part of this was an act, even if an unconscious one on Heather's part. Nevertheless, her strokes were gentle at first before she allowed Heather's own reactions to spur her on. With all the build up that had gone on in the last hour or so it did not take much to push Heather to the very depths of the edge with Ava's fingers curled up into Heather's g-spot and her free hand circling her clit. As she continued she knew it was only a matter of time until Heather could no longer hold out. As Heather's resistance grew she knew that Heather had begun to lose it, and she couldn't help but increase her pace forcing her into the inevitable. Heather's orgasm still brought a smile to her lips, even if she hadn't quite expected it to occur under these circumstances.

"Not unlike your experience with Devon, I will stop when you ask me for permission to orgasm." Ava said as she pulled her hand away from Heather's now sopping pussy, only to return with the toy she had retrieved earlier. Ava couldn't help but wonder what Heather thought as she pressed the slightly cool head of the wand massager to her engorged labia and clit. Either way, any hopes of a reprieve vanished as she switched the powerful motor on.
 
Heather was clutching at mere straws now, trying desperately to focus on her breathing, as far away from the torterously delicious sensations in her drenched pussy at Ava's skilled hands. It was no use. Ava's leisurely touch, now on her clit, now along her labia, caressing her body and nipples, was slowly but surely driving her mad. Her whole body was on fire, every nerve ending on edge at the continuous build up of arousal with no release in sight.

The sensation even threatened to overtake the judgement in Heather's mind at the wrongness of this act with another woman. There simply was not enough room in her mind for anything but the sensation, which was ever growing, ever expanding, never relenting. The gag absorbed much of Heather's helpless and ever more desperate moans. Whilst Ava was giving pleasure, the amount and duration of it without release made this a rather effective form of torture, softening Heather's resolve and mind to a mere puddle of urgent need.

In this state Ava's taunts barely stung, Heather's mind too grateful for the brief reprieve as her skilled tormentor walked to her head and removed the gag before swiftly returning to her drenched pussy. No longer inhibited by the gag, Heathers sounds would be fully audible. Her teeth were clenched, her lips firmly pressed together, trying to keep the sounds of pleasure inside.

As Ava slid in two fingers of her hand, Heather gasped sharply, her hips involuntarily moving towards the invading digits, trying to take them deeper, trying to find release from the tension that had her body taut like a coiled spring. Ava's other hand circled Heather's clit as her fingers fucked her pussy, each thrust pushing against her g spot with perfect pressure.

"Ahhh", she moaned, trying to hold it in, but unable to as her body was ravaged. Heather's back started to arch as much as he could and her moans now came louder, no doubt about her feelings possible any longer. "Oh my god", she gasped in delirium as Ava was bringing her closer and closer to the edge, holding her there. "Ahhhh.... Oohhhh....my....GOD....fuck", Heather whimpered, her head tossing from left to right, her impending release now inevitable. Ava's fingers were truly fucking her now, pushing her over the edge with frightening ease.

"Aaaahhhhh", Heather screamed as her hips convulsed and her pussy spasmed around Ava's fingers, desperately clutching at the hand that was fucking her into oblivion. Waves after waves were running through Heather, no reprieve in sight.
She had cum at the hand of another woman. Fuck, it had been unbelievably intense, it had felt so amazing and yet the shame of her defeat stained her cheeks beetred.

"Not unlike your experience with Devon I will stop when you ask me for permission to orgasm", Ava said in her husky voice. Fuck. Please no more! She could not ask for this, could not ask another woman to make her cum. It was bad enough that she had succumbed at Ava's hand, but to ask for this would be a humiliation she was unlikely to ever recover from.

"Never", she whispered as Ava turned on the powerful vibrator, holding it against her clit. Heather howled from the intensity against her engorged and oversensitised sex. How long could she truly last against this? She did not know, but she knew that this battle between them would be decisive. If she asked for an orgasm from a woman, she would likely truly be broken, her old self shattered beyond repair. Then she would truly be lost, at the mercy of this woman, her slave in truth. She could not let that happen, her hands balling into fists again, awaiting what was to come.
 
Devon found himself genuinely disappointed when security found him and told him that he had to go to the common room and help Emily finish the task that she and Heather had been doing together. It wasn't that he was opposed to helping with mundane tasks like this, quite the contrary as it were. He was more than used to such things at this point and often ended up stepping in to help people every now and again. His disappointment came because he knew that his help was likely required because of Heather's bad performance and/or lack of effort.

It didn't take Devon and Emily long to finish cleaning the room since Emily had done quite a bit of it as it was. She was just that kind of person, though, and when he heard from her that the other girl had clearly not made much of an effort beyond cleaning a single spot the whole time he knew what fate had likely befallen the newcomer. Eve worse than that, though, which he had also learned from Emily, was the confrontation that had occurred with Kevin. Between the two things deserving of punishment, Heather was definitely going to be in for a very bad morning. When the task was finally complete he rushed downstairs and into Ava's office to check out what was going on in between Ava and Heather behind the closed door. Without hesitation he moved to sit behind Ava's desk so he could look at the camera for the room she was in. The first thing he saw was Ava forcing the breathable ball gag into Heather's mouth. He was content to watch without sound until she pulled the gag out once more, then he couldn't resist the urge to flip a switch and turn on the audio from the room.

Heather's first orgasm was a quite the sight to behold, and the entire scene kept his attention acutely focused on the monitor. Ava's threat, so much like his own, brought a smile to his lips. The single defiant word that the younger girl uttered though, made him laugh. The young girl still hadn't learned her lesson, and sadly for her, things were only going to get worse.

One thing that did actually surprise Devon, though, was when he saw Ava look directly at one of the camera's, like she was looking at him, and nod her head. Despite his surprise, though, he quickly rose from the chair and moved towards the door. He moved towards the closed and guarded door he'd passed earlier, silently gesturing for the guards to open the door.
 
Ava silently shook her head at Heather's defiance. Could she really think this was a battle she would win? It only only took her a few moments to consider her options as there were several ways she could take this to ensure the desired result but it would require assistance and she did not want to give Heather much chance to recover. Ava looked up at the camera that hung from the far corner of the room that faced her, knowing that by now Devon had to be done with Emily. With his interest in this one it was more than likely that he was watching. Ava nodded her head, making her movements obvious, and waited playing the odds that he would understand her request. It wasn't long before Devon strode through the door, his footsteps and the sound of the guards behind him echoing within the room.

"Put her on the bench, Devon get the machine." Ava ordered. The two security guards moved swiftly, and by the time Devon reached Heather's head the two guards were ready to unhook each of Heather's ankles. Ava kept up her stimulation as the three men unbound Heather from the table until the two guards pulled her up and away from her busy fingers. She couldn't help but find amusement in how easily they managed to strap her calves and forearms to the sides of the bench as she walked over. By the time Ava was back between Heather's thighs they were attempting to lock Heather's neck into the head and chin restraint. She couldn't help but smile as she once again ran her fingers up and down along the girl's now over-sensitive sex, the distraction providing them almost the perfect moment to snap the unyielding metal around her arrogant neck. Behind her, she could hear the mechanical click as Devon adjusted the legs of the fucking machine and she couldn't help but silently laugh. As she plunged her already sopping fingers back into Heather's already abused cunt Ava took a moment to lean down, sliding the wand into the holder below with her other hand. Thankfully by the time she had her hand on the metal shaft to raise it Devon was beside her, tightening the metal nut once it was raised high enough to press mercilessly against Heather's swollen clit. Ava let the moment hang for a long moment, the wand present but off as her fingers slid almost effortlessly within Heather, relentlessly milking her g-spot.


Now with her other hand free Ava stepped off to the side, giving Devon room to slide the arm of the machine in place. Ava removed her fingers slowly, almost hoping that Heather might for just a moment think she had been given a reprieve. Ava spread the moisture from her own fingers across the head of the toy before wrapping her hand around the base, slowly guiding the arm as Devon pushed slowly from behind. When the toy had just whispered against Heather's slick labia Ava stopped, and she couldn't help but slide the head up and down as it just barely slid across the young girl's skin. After lingering this way for a few minutes Ava relented, swiftly sliding the first few inches of the toy easily inside before stepping away.

Before motioning for Devon to turn the machine on, Ava couldn't resist walking to the other end of the bench so she could see Heather's face. The surprise that spread across Heather's face as the machine sprung to life was delightful. The undeniably mechanical sound filled the air as it forced the full length of the 7 inch toy inside. As Devon walked over to hand her the controls she had to suppress a primal growl as she watched Heather struggle against the situation as a whole as she slowly turned up the machine. The smile across her face grew as she watched Heather once again move closer and closer to an orgasm, and she waited until she could see her openly fighting not to orgasm crouching down near Heather's head and nodding to Devon to turn on the wand.

"Anytime Heather." Ava said as she pulled off the blindfold, the chin rest leaving Heather no where to look but straight towards her face. "I can do this all day. In fact... Devon go grab me a chair." She said without even looking at him, preferring to see Heather's reaction to those words as she simultaneously clicked the machine up another notch.
 
Heather's declaration showed both her balls and her naivety, clearly unknowing what a woman like Ava could do when challenged. She was about to find out when she was unceremoniously moved by the goon squad and strapped onto a bench, Ava's fingers all the while continuing their delicious torture. Her neck, legs and arms were snapped in metal restraints, greatly reducing her range of movement, increasing her helplessness as Ava finger fucked her sopping cut again with her fingers, making her moan loudly as her tormentor hit her g-spot again and again.

Mewls and whimpers of despair betraying Heathers need escaped her lips as Ava's skillful fingers continued their assault. She was going to cum again and fast like that. A soft sigh of relief sounded when the fingers were withdrawn, only to be replaced with something thick and slick, resting against Heather's opening. What was that?

She soon found out as the artifical cock plunged with mechanical sounds into her wet depths with force, parting her lips and burying its full 7 onches to the hilt inside her with each stroke.
"Fuck", Heather moaned helplessly at this additional assault on her senses, her eyes wide open, meeting Ava's sneering smile, deepening as she turned up the speed of the fucking machine.

"Oohh", Heather whimpered, unable to move her head, her eyes locked to Ava's as she was being fucked by this machine at the command of the woman who was controlling every single aspect of her body's experience. Ava was masterful, totally in control, showing Heather that she owned her body and would use it in whatever way pleased her. She could not help the wave of arousal that washed through her at that helplessness nor stop the mechanical cock from driving her closer and closer to the edge. This woman was going to break her. Break her and then remake her into whatever took her fancy. Heather knew somewhere deep inside that resistance was futile as Ava sat on a chair, letting her know she had all day to torture her. Heather would be on her knees pleasing this woman with everything she was soon enough, maybe even learning to love it like Devon had.

If only she wasn't a woman, maybe Heather could have just surrendered. This way, she was fighting the losing battle with everything she had, trying to resist the next orgasm. Ava simply smiled and turned the vibrator on her clit on, eliciting a sharp howl from Heather as she was relentlessly pleasure.

"Please, no", Heather whispered, moisture in her eyes, pleading at Ava, who was watching her intently, her eyes seeming to tell Heather that she would come for her as often as Ava enjoyed. The sharp spike of pleasure ripped through Heathers body, making her convulse as her worn body was pushed to another orgasm, only a loud aching moan accompanying the shudders of the slave's young body.

And yet, the cock kept fucking and the wand kept stimulating her through her orgasm, never relenting, mercilessly pushing her sensitised flesh onwards.
Heather whimpered at the sensations which were already building again.

"Please", she whispered, "Please no".
 
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