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Side Story: Meeting Maki Story: Interrogation
🕑 Added 2018-08-12 04:44:36 +0000 UTC Today I bring to all of you the first of a set of three scenes that run parallel to the Meeting Maki story. As with the story arc itself, this was written by the talented LFN Park.This scene takes place between the fourth and fifth scene in that short story arc.
Hope you all enjoy it as much as I did!
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The guest room was very nice. I give that dead bastard one thing; he had nice taste in bed linens.
We’d changed from the pool; swimsuits aren’t conducive for interrogation. Bubbles was in her workout clothes; black sports bra and black gym shorts. It gives her a more terrifying air, especially when you can see all those finely sculpted muscles flex…
Myself? I stayed casual; a simple blue blouse. I didn’t need to be physically intimidating considering the girl is as skittish as a church mouse in a cat den. Bubbles would be enough for that part.
I have the voice. You’d be surprised how scary just a voice can be...I think I’ve made at least three people urinate on themselves. I truly hope Anna does not.
In all honesty, I like the poor thing. She is so protective of her sister...There is a kindness there.and a vulnerability that is just so sexy. It kills me that she was brought to that dead fucker and not to my home; Anna and Eve could have been magnificent.
Unfortunately, that ship has sailed for Anna. I look at her and I see the fractured pieces of a woman held together by the thinnest of thread. I’m actually worried I may break her, but I have to be certain…
My gut is telling me I don’t have to kill John, but I have to make sure. His words at the pool were very impassioned, but I’ve met people who can fake that….
Usually not that well, but still.
I hear the knock at the door. I nod to Bubbles, putting my vape pen away. I sit on the bed, legs crossed and leaning backwards on my elbows as if I’m relaxing.
She opens the door for the small blonde girl. God, watching her step in...She would look so good in a slinky black dress or something in red...Instead that plain white dress just clings to her unflatteringly…
I can see her eyes flitting between myself and Bubbles, her hands folded neatly in front of her. I see her flinch as Bubbles closes the door.
“You wanted something, ma’am?” Her voice is quiet and flat….perfectly neutral.
“Anna, darling, I wanted to speak with you!” I keep my voice light and happy, trying to keep her calm...Which I realize is impossible. I pat the bed, signaling for her to sit. Obediently, but with some hesitance, she crosses the distance and sits on the bed next to me. I can tell she’s had some training. Again I lament her unfortunate arrival here rather than my estate. I let my eyes just drink her in... those pale legs, the pert breasts, those soft lips….so delicious…
I made myself refocus to the job at hand. She stares at the floor, pointedly not making eye contact.
“Anna. Please look at me like I asked.”
It’s like I asked her to lift a chunk of concrete. I can tell she’s been conditioned to not look at her masters….what a pity. Her eyes a glorious blue in tone, and the soft curves of her face are so pleasing….
Focus, Maki….
Anna’s stare is decidedly neutral.
“There we go, darling. You are so pretty it is a joy to see your face.” I smile inwardly as a tinge of rose spreads on her cheeks.
“Anna, you and your sister were brought here how long ago?”
“A few years ago. Four or five.” Her answer is short and to the point. I can see her discomfort holding my stare. There’s no need in trying to ease her into this conversation to off-balance her; she’s already uncomfortable.
“Very good. Before John, your Master was…” I debate on the words that would cause maximum effect. “Well, he tortured you?” This is where her gaze drifts back down, shame coloring her features. I knew I’d increased her discomfort level when she simply nodded quietly, words failing her. I let her gaze wander for the moment.
“Sexually as well as physically?” I make my tone a little more serious. I see her hesitate a little longer, but she nods. I can see the gloss in her eyes that may signal tears, and for a moment my heart falters. I look over at Bubbles standing near me, her gaze as impassive as the statue she is...except for the small flicker of her eye. I can tell she doesn’t like this….
Then I remember sweet Nora’s face, and steel myself.
“Anna. My next question is very important.” I sit up, grasping her chin between my fingers. I can feel her jaw tense, her movement stiff as I make her face me.
“Does John treat you like his Uncle did? Before you answer…” I place a finger on her luscious lips before she can answer, making sure to lock our gazes. I change my tone to soft, soothing and caring. “If he does, I can take you and Eve away from here, somewhere safe. I did the same thing with Bubbles, and while my word may mean nothing to you, know that I keep my word. We can walk out of here right now with your sister; Bubbles is more than a match for John. I know slaves are trained not to disobey their masters, but any Master who treats their charges like that Uncle…” I shudder for emphasis, curling my lip back in a snarl. “Does not deserve to have them. So please, go ahead and answer my question. Truthfully.” I remove my finger from her soft lips.
She looks at me for a moment, her mouth opening and closing as she tries to formulate her words.
“John is...nice. He likes Eve….He…I-I..” I see her struggling for the right words, her blush intensifying. I’m unsure of what her response means; Anna could simply be flustered and unused to talking on such personal matters….especially if she harbors strong feelings for John like I suspect….like John does for her.
Or she could be hiding his abuse, struggling to express it to a complete stranger. I have to make sure….I have to push it farther.
“I see.” I stand up and watch Anna’s face. “Bubbles. Kill John.”
Her eyes shoot open like I stabbed her. Anna’s cheeks become paler, a feat I didn’t think was possible.
“As you wish.” Bubbles magnificent baritone echoes in the room, and as she starts to move towards the door I see Anna stand abruptly.
“No! You can’t!” Her voice has lost its stutter, encompassed instead with utter terror.
“I surely can. I swore that his Uncle’s bloodline would not hurt another girl after what was done to Nora, and unfortunately for John? He is part of that line, and he has chosen to be a Master. I can’t risk that.” I look towards Bubbles and nod subtly, signalling her to not advance further towards the door. We’d done this routine before….
“He hasn’t hurt me or Eve!”
“Slaves lie for their Masters. Your words have been less than convincing...barely even cohesive. Bubbles?” Before my lovely giant can move, I see Anna dashing past both of us to stand in front of the door. I cock my head to one side, observing her trembling body as she glares at us in the most adorably defiant way completely betrayed by her shaking shoulders.
“Darling, if you’re concerned what will happen to you two, don’t worry; I’ll take you back to my estate. It’s quite beau--”
“I love him.” It’s a quiet intensity. Anna’s voice is so small, but the words cut through mine like a knife. I see tears in her closed eyes. I steal a glance at Bubbles, as impassive as ever, but I can see in her lone eye there is hesitation.
“I love him. W-when he touches me I feel...I feel l-like a woman and not a t-toy. He’s k-kind and wonderful to me….even though I-I’m so broken.” She sniffles and stutters as the tears go down her cheek. “P-Please. Don’t hurt him. I’ll…” I see her shrink and shudder, hugging her arms around her midsection as her voice goes softer. “I’ll d-do anything you w-want…”
“...You know nothing about me, girl.” I’m suddenly surprised by my own voice being so soft. “For all you know, I’m the one who inflicted all these scars on Bubbles...maybe I was the one who took her eye. Yet you would offer yourself to me to save this boy?”
“...Yes.” Her eyes refuse to meet mine, hiding behind a curtain of blonde hair.
I don’t know what really changed. One moment there was this blonde girl, shattered by a sexual sadist into fragments held together by this thin white dress, and then? I see this selfless woman forged in the fire of pain and suffering, cracked and fractured but put back together.
I was wrong about Anna; she isn’t as hopeless as I thought.
I step closer to Anna. Each step she tenses, each step I see the fear grow.
I reach out and cradle her cheeks in my palms. Anna cringes, but I turn her gaze gently to mine.
“Anna.” Again my voice betrays me, a desperation creeping into it. “I want to believe you, but I swore to myself I'd never be tricked again. You need to convince me right here, right now that this man isn't hurting you, that you truly love him. Swear to me, Anna. Swear to me on your most sacrosanct ideal. Swear on something you could not live without, that you'd sooner die than betray. Make me believe you, because if I have one shred of doubt? I will watch Bubbles crush John’s throat.”
Her eyes search mine for something; I’m not sure what exactly.
“I s-swear on Eve. He loves me. I love him.”
Well. You can’t argue with that, can you? I turn my head to the side, looking back at Bubbles. Her eye looks at me, softer than usual. She believes Anna.
I do too.
I realize I’ve been holding my breath. I let it out and just hug this poor girl I just put through hell. I can feel her confusion, the tightness of her muscles...
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Anna.” I murmur, burying my face in her shoulder. “I needed to know. You’ve convinced me. I won’t hurt John. You needn’t do anything.” I can feel her sag against me, a loud sob wrenching through her.
“Th-thank you.” I pull away from her, using my thumbs to wipe away her tears. Her cheeks are so soft…
“I’m sorry, darling. I sold a girl to John’s Uncle...he killed her. I had to push you, I had to know John isn’t like him. You are a testament...he is lucky to have such a woman with him…” I see her blush….such a lovely blush.
“He...he loves me..” Her tone is sheepish, almost embarrassed. “I am…” Her words are a struggle, I can tell. “I’m the lucky one.”
I brush my fingers along her cheek. I can feel her tense, but there is no flinching.
“You sell yourself short, darling. You are one of the kindest girls I’ve seen not trained by myself, which is astonishing considering what’s been done to you. You’re also quite beautiful….so very beautiful….” I can’t resist. I step up and kiss her softly.
I feel her tense like she was struck by lightning, but Anna is just as delicious as I imagined. I admit I lost a little control; my lips kept moving against hers for a little longer than I wanted. This girl is just….I want her.
I lean back, and her eyes are wide like a deer in headlights.
“Have you ever been with a woman, Anna?” I keep my voice low and soft.
“I-I...My old Master would...there was other girls….I--” She’s stammering. A good sign; no immediate disgust. I smile softly, placing my finger on her lips.
“Don’t. If he was involved, then you’ve no idea the kind of pleasure you can truly find with another woman, especially when that woman is me. I owe you, Anna, for what I’ve put you through. I owe you and John both, really. You should ask him if he might be…” I drag my finger from her luscious lips down her chin gently to the valley of her cleavage. “Willing to let me share you and his bed for the night.” Anna goes from a slight blush to straight crimson. God, she’s so adorable. I give her another kiss, and this time I feel some tension leave her; she may even be pressing back slightly. When I lean back and break the kiss, I see her eyes half closed.
“Why don’t you go ask him? Only if it’s something you’d be willing to participate in, sweet girl.” I lean past her, brushing against her hip as I open the door. I see her eyes flicker for a moment, but she bows slightly and scurries out the door.
I close it and look at Bubbles.
“If they say no, I am going to need you to fuck me senseless tonight because….damn.” I sigh dreamily, throwing myself into the guest bed.
“Of course.” Bubbles baritone is pleasant in my ears as I bury my face in a pillow.
