Alma flicks the switch

Finally the day had come. Alma buzzed with excited nervousness, her stomach bubbling with tense anxiety as she prepared to take the final plunge. She was confident and yet, there was always a chance she had underestimated her captive and her attempt to finally break her would fail.

Fortunately, although Lisa had been given opportunities to stretch and move around her extended captivity had left her relatively weak and Alma knew that if things didn't work out as planned, she would thankfully be in little danger. She pushed these thoughts aside as she stepped into Lisa's room and moved to her side, stroking the young woman's cheek tenderly.

"How are ya feeling chicken?" she asked kindly. Lisa had broken her fast about an hour earlier, Alma having resisted the urge to tamper with the meal even slightly - if today went well she would only ever need to do so sparingly, if at all.

"Fine, momma." Lisa responded absently, her thoughts clearly elsewhere.

"Good girl..." cooed Alma as she gently unlocked the manacle at her wrist and let it fall open upon the mattress. She walked around the foot of the bed to the other side as Lisa slowly became aware of what was happening, looking down at her freed wrist in confused wonder as she rotated her hand to stretch the sore muscles. The click of the other manacle springing open caught her attention, and she pulled that wrist free also, bringing her hands together and rubbing at her wrists before looking up at Alma with a confused expression.

Alma had backed away from the bed and was standing barefoot several paces away, watching Lisa with what she hoped was a deeply familiar, knowing look. She feared her rising nervousness may show at any moment, so once Lisa's gaze was upon her she gave her the nod, lifting her right foot off the ground towards the cowgirl, wriggling her grimy toes slightly.

Lisa felt a powerful jolt surge through her as her body responded, suddenly bursting with warmth and desire and an overwhelming need to go to the old woman. Somehow she knew what Alma wanted, what she was being told to do, and she wanted to... deep down she really wanted to. She sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed, feet aching slightly as they flattened out over the floor. Her eyes never left Alma's as the old woman smiled knowingly at her once more before nodding towards her outstretched foot.

Trembling with emotion, Lisa rose from the bed on shaky legs with purpose. Finally she knew exactly what it was she had to do.