Desire

It was somehow worse the second time around.

Hannah felt deprived of more than just her vision. She felt bound in the darkness. When Daisy had blinded her Hannah had been helplessly tied with no chance to escape or control her fate. This time… this time she was free. Her hands and feet both bore no restraints and her body was at least partially recovered from her night. She could pull off the blindfold. She could run and hope to hide or to find one sane person on this ship. And yet…

Hannah did nothing.

She could do nothing.

Hannah urged herself to resist, to do something, anything, in defiance of Caesar and still she stood frozen. She felt more restrained by the man's presence than she had when she had arrived, tied into a ball. She stood still exactly where Caesar had placed her, the taste of her own juices fresh on her lips, and the tingling ghost of his fingers inside her just as fresh between her legs. The elevator bell rang.

“Enter.” Caesar snapped and Hannah jerked into motion as if the crop had found her ass yet again. Each breath shot forcefully from her as she walked unseeing into the lift, Caesar close enough behind her that she could feel the body heat radiating from him. The ‘lion-tamer’ spoke one more time just as the doors began to close.

“Fifi... T’erizi.”

The last thing Hannah heard from the fire-dancer was a low, whimpering, moan.

Hannah walked numbly through the corridors. She vaguely thought she should be trying to memorize the layout of the mega yacht but fear and confusion made any attempt impossible. She walked when Caesar told her to walk. She stopped when he ordered her to stop. His vice like fingers steered her, gripping her around the back of her neck and she just… let him. _He wants to train you. Like a dog. Or… or a lion. You are just an animal to this man. _Hannah trembled and told herself he couldn’t, that she wouldn’t let that happen. In her mind she saw Fiona, the strong willed woman who had stood up to Daisy and been touched so many times by fire, she saw her face down on the floor, her ass and pussy in the air from a single word and she knew she was wrong.

Caesar opened a door. Her door? And ushered her inside with a shove. With as little warning as when it had been slipped on, the blindfold was torn from her eyes.

Hannah realized she had actually been looking forward to being back in the cell they called her room the same instant she saw that the room she was now in wasn’t it. The room was a suit, a dozen times larger than where she was being kept and a hundred times more opulent. Hannah’s attention was immediately drawn to a large round cushion in one corner and the sleeping woman curled up on it.

It wasn't the collar around her neck or even the chain that ran from it and connected to the wall that caught her eye. It was the woman’s skin. Dark black lines covered the woman in an intricate and familiar pattern that made her look as much like a tiger as Hannah could imagine anyone looking. Tattoos? Oh God…

“W-where? Who… You sa-”

The crop found her ass with a powerful slap that made her cry out, her hands moving to cover herself. A second hit took her in the knuckles.

“Zimita! Do not speak! You were told.” Caesar barked. Hannah shut her mouth so fast she worried she may have cracked a tooth from the ****. The woman on the cushion blinked, woken by Hannah’s cries.

She bared her teeth and growled, the sound guttural and nearly inhuman.

Hannah looked quickly away but she felt the woman watching her she was led across the room and placed on a small platform just above an attached vertical metal rod. Anxiety surged again inside her. She was supposed to be in her room! Not here. Not with… whatever this was.

Caesar stepped close in front of her, only centimeters between them as his blue eyes held hers. He was much bigger than her, much stronger, she had felt his hard muscles beneath his close already but it was more than than that held her. He was a predator and she his prey. She could feel it. If she fought he would win. He raised one large hand and wrapped his fingers around her neck and jaw, holding her head still.

“Do not move,” he ordered as he pulled a small remote from his pocket. He pressed a button and a hum filled the room. Hannah was smart enough to guess what was happening and clenched her teeth in anticipation. She still jerked when the cold metal of the extending bar made contact with her pussy. Caesar dropped his hand from her throat and again his fingers found her slick slit, spreading her open for the rod to slide up inside her. It kept going, plunging deep inside her until she worried that it wasn’t going to stop, forcing her on to her toes.

“Do you know the difference between a trained woman and you, Hannah?” Caesar asked, his low voice cold. The question was so abrupt it took several seconds for her to make any sense of the words at all. He continued regardless, not expecting her to speak. “It isn’t obedience. You will obey, clearly. That’s not in question. The difference between you and Fiona, between you and Brielle or any of the others, is desire. Desire… and certainty. Right now you still believe you can get out of this. You obey out of fear and your own pathetic helplessness. What happens here, what I help happen, isn’t something you can fight. It isn’t something you will be immune to, Hannah. You will be conditioned. Trained. Trained to obey and perform. To eat your disgusting food… and to lick your pussy like a good girl. And you will desire it, pet. You will truly want and need it just like the others. Even if some of them still try to deny it.”

No no no no. Please God! This can’t be happening! I… I won’t!

Caesar stepped away from her for the first time since they had met and left her standing precariously, impaled on her one bar prison. He smiled and pressed another button on his remote.

The metal inside her began to buzz. Hannah had no way to escape it, nothing to hold on to to steady herself. She could feel herself beginning to drip again already, her juices lubricating the metal making it impossible to grip with any leverage.

“Do you remember the last command I gave our redheaded friend? It was T’erizi. Edge. That is where we will start. You had a taste last night but I assure you I am far more skilled. You will beg to cum before we are through. And you will eventually be given that reward. When I choose to give the command.”

Hannah moaned. She couldn’t help it. Already the buzzing was becoming unbearable, returning her to her sleepless night. True to his word Caesar did much more. Hannah lost track of time as the woman tamer worked, bringing her within a breath of a climax before letting it fade away. Pain and pleasure melded in her mind as he continued to use the crop as part of his training.

Hannah begged. Her climax was so close. But it had been for so long. She needed the release more than she had ever needed anything. She was frantic for it. She reached down and rubbed at her clit as the bar vibrated and bounced inside her but still she couldn't manage. Only he could give it.

And in the end - he did.

“Kemiri.”

That was all it took. One word. Hannah hadn’t been told the command but when it left Caesar’s lips she knew, her body knew.

Hannah came.