And Breaattthhhhe

Hannah made a sound between agony and ecstasy as Fiona's deft hands worked her aching muscles. Laying on her front, lounging untied and luxuriating in the sensation of her legs being where they were supposed to be, Hannah almost let herself forget her predicament... Her ****... and her nudity...

After a night of sleepless sexual ****, this was heaven. Time had no meaning here, and she didn't know how long or how often she drifted into restless sleep, only to be roused again by the kneading hands.

She wasn't sure why she trusted Fiona but she did. She was the first person that hadn't tied her up or humiliated her... The first person that didn't seem completely brainwashed by Arnold's 'training'... The first person that had treated her like a person and-oooohhhh!

Hannah gasped, her thoughts interrupted as the masseuse's hands moved down her thighs and gently lifted her leg up and back, working her joints in the opposite direction to how they'd been held all night.

Drifting in and out of exhausted consciousness, on the edge of sleep, Hannah lay and listened as Fiona talked about Arnold's 'circus'.

The ship they were on was vast - a luxury mega yacht built for an oligarch, now 're-imagined' as Arnold's floating show of 'erotic exotics'. The International Waters Circus was something between a circus, a strip club, and a freakish burlesque show.

The performers were all people Arnold had 'scouted' for natural talents even they didn't know they possessed. Talents he'd put on display no matter how they felt about it.

It was a floating monument to the corrupting power of money; beyond laws, beyond ethics, it was an exclusive experience for only the world's wealthiest, wealthiest elite.

"I... I need to get out of here..." Hannah whispered, pleading hoarsely, only to feel the redhead's fingers tighten on her back.

"No one escapes..." Fiona warned, giving Hannah a sympathetic glance, "Arnold will bend more than just your body... He'll bend your mind... Until it breaks... And you'll end up like, well, like Daisy..."

Hannah screwed up her nose at the thought. She would not ever let herself end up like Brielle or Daisy... and yet a tiny voice in her mind reminded her... I won't have a choice...

"I don't want to eat my own pussy...!" Hannah squeaked.

"You will..." Fiona said with quiet but earnest look of reassurance before she exhaled a smoke ring, "... He makes us all addicts of our art..."

From somewhere beyond her feet Hannah heard the door to the spa click and open.

She cringed, blushing when suddenly Fiona leant into her. Her lips tickled her earlobe as she whispered with urgent warning, "Don't trust anything... Anything could be a test..."

The smoky voice suddenly withdrew, leaving the naked girl to shudder in confused silence, scared, wondering what Fiona meant and who had just joined them...