Lull

Hannah blinked up at an unfamiliar ceiling.

She was unsure exactly where she was or what had happened. She was drained. All of her energy to fight or even move was sapped from her body. She felt weak. ****.

She tensed as an image flashed inside her mind. Caesar. She shuddered remembering his hands on her body, the crack of his crop, the thrust and buzz of the metal inside her that went on and on while she was trapped dancing on her toes and… after. He had… Hannah **** her mind away from what had happened, trying almost desperately not to remember.

She felt as water shifted across her trembling body with the tipping of the yacht. A bath? They were letting her bathe? It was hot and cocooned her abused muscles, slowly relaxing the steel like tension from them. She sighed and let herself sink back, slowly becoming aware of herself once more and then of the soft form of someone behind her.

She almost screamed as arms reached around her shoulders, her heart rate spiking into an instant gallop.

He has me again! NO! Not again. Never again!

But… but the body she lay against was not hard, not unyielding in the way Caesar had been. Instead it was soft and as her mind caught up to what she was feeling, distinctly feminine. The arms were gentle as they held her in the water.

“Mmmnnmmmmm.” The soft hum was familiar and even after what the woman had done to her the night before it instantly soothed Hannah to realize it was Brielle. Hannah let her body relax once again and looked around a dimly lit bathhouse she found herself in. She was unbound and floating in one of half a dozen small pools. Hannah could feel the softness of Brielle’s breasts pressing into her back beneath the water as the woman continued to hold her.

The comforting hum around the gag came again as the 'restraintologist' shifted, reaching for a sponge already lathered in soap. She brushed it across Hannah's neck and down over her collarbones, across her shoulders and then lower to her breasts. Hannah felt tears slipping down her cheeks at the soft touches.

Anything can be a test. A manipulation. Nothing is real.

She didn’t care.

Hannah let the other woman bathe her, let her rub her down from head to toe. Brielle was delicate and slow but also meticulous in her work, not missing an inch of Hannah’s body. She even washed Hannah’s sore swollen labia with just as much care as the rest, cooing chidingly when Hannah started to protest. Even under the tender careful fingers Hannah’s pussy still ached with oversensitivity from the remnants of the venom from…

Static.

Hannah’s mind blocked out the thoughts once again.

Never again. Never again. Never again.

Brielle finished washing her though, afterward, Hannah felt no cleaner, the stains that marked her untouched by soap and water.

They did not leave the baths immediately. Hannah knew that time would come, likely far sooner than she hoped. She was allowed momentary sanctuaries it seemed but just like her time with Fiona this one would end as well. For now though they floated together, the only sound the sloshing of the water and Brielle humming tunelessly around her gag as she held Hannah against her.

When the time did come Hannah didn’t fight it. Didn’t beg. Didn’t speak at all. She watched Brielle as she dried herself. The woman had a gymnast’s body, lithe and tight with toned muscles. Her breasts were the only thing that didn’t fit that mold and Hannah wondered briefly if she too had gone under the same blade who had gifted Daisy her second pair.

Will I?

Brielle finished drying and redressed in her contouring and exposing latex and then allowed the woman to help her from the pool and dry her as well. Again she felt hot tears in her eyes. The towel pressed against her, fabric momentarily covering her bare body, Hannah could not help but clutch at it. She whimpered pleadingly, as Brielle slowly but firmly pulled it away and tossed it in the laundry.

The blindfold returned and Brielle tied it expertly around Hannah’s eyes.

This is the only thing you will ever be allowed to wear.

Hannah was numb as she was walked through the corridors once again, her bare feet hot against the cold tile floor. She didn’t care when she heard others and felt their eyes on her. She worried she was being taken back to Caesar, she shook at the thought of it. She may end up chained to his wall beside the tiger woman, always within reach. But when her blindfold was removed it was not his cabin she saw but her own. She almost sobbed in relief to see the small room again, her mat of a bed returned to its place, and the restraint and toy field dresser along one wall.

Brielle gestured to the small wash room and allowed Hannah to enter on her own though without a door she knew she was being watched. Still, the small bit of autonomy relieved Hannah. It somehow returned to her a small spark of herself back to her.

When she was finished and reentered her cell she saw the ropes… the cuffs… laid out beside her bed.

“A-again? I c-can’t. Brielle. Please not tonight?”

Brielle didn’t reply but Hannah thought she saw at least some regret mixed in with the pity in her eyes as she began to tie her.

Like the night before Brielle pushed her further than she would have thought her body could handle. It hurt and she could not help her whimpering and outright begging at times but it was nothing compared to what had happened earlier. It was bearable.

“I… I can’t sleep. Not even with whatever is in the food. P-please leave it out.” Hannah asked, seeing the vibrator in Brielle’s hands. Hannah lay on her mat, tied again in a forward arch though this time her arms were behind her back and her head was only **** down by a collar and the rope that bound it to her thighs. The result was similar, bringing her face near her swollen used pussy, though in this position she felt she at least had a chance at falling to sleep if… if Brielle showed her this one small mercy.

The once pianist hesitated and then humming once she put the toy back in the dresser and turned to leave.

“Thank you.” Hannah whispered as the door swung closed, leaving her alone in the dark.