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The Stories of Bound Friends
Part 21 - Zainab and the Spring Flower
By JessBaby
“Ready?” Zainab asked through the door. She had already changed after their time in the pool into a green halter dress that showed a good amount of back and cleavage but was moderated with a light white shawl over her shoulders. She also wore a bronze bracelet on her right wrist made of a fine delicate chain that covered the back of her hand and attached to a ring on her middle finger. She was anxiously waiting for Andrea and Megan to get dressed. Her legs bounced as she leaned up against the balcony waiting impatiently for a response after being told everything was ready. “Well?”
“Almost just hang on..” Andrea finally called back.
Megan opened her door, stepping out in a flowy knee length summer dress and leather sandals. The dress was cream with fine blue patterning like someone had drawn thin squiggly lines randomly over it with a blue pen. Just as Zainab opened her mouth to call out again, Andrea’s door opened and she walked out in a rather elaborate outfit. The red fabric draped over one shoulder and looked like it wrapped intricately around her, blending at some unseen point into the rest of the top leaving her right shoulder and left midriff bare. The skirt was made of matching red material and fell down to just above her ankles. “Do I look.. ridiculous?” Andrea asked, giving Zainab a twirl. “I was afraid it would look like I’m trying too hard to fit in or something.. does it?”
Zainab reached out and kissed her, placing an arm around Andrea’s uncovered midriff. With Andrea in flats and Zainab in tall sandal heels, they were nearly level. “You look beautiful..” Zainab said as she backed away.
“So shall we go meet everyone? Assume that’s where we’re off to,” Megan said after a moment, not wanting to interrupt.
“Right, yes follow me,” Zainab said as she walked confidently out, through the glass doors and through a maze of hallways. “We’re just making one quick stop first,” she said as she halted abruptly in front of one of the doors. “Now it’s kind of a surprise so please, close your eyes.”
Andrea closed her eyes tightly. She heard the door open and then felt Zainab’s arm wrap around her to place a hand over her eyes as seemingly an extra precaution. Zainab began to lead them all forward through the door, holding her hands over both pairs of eyes. They didn’t walk far inside before Zainab brought them to a halt. “Ok.. open your eyes,” Zainab said, removing her hands from both their eyes.
Andrea was stunned. She suddenly couldn’t process, things didn’t seem real just for a second. Because what her eyes were telling her didn’t make any kind of sense and it took a moment for her to realize they weren't lying. That they were telling the absolute truth when they told them that in front of them, wearing a blue dress, slightly damp hair and a big stupid smile was Sophia.
“Wha.. I.. OhMyGOD! WHAT are you doing here?” Andrea said, flabbergasted and befuddled.
“How is this even.. I..” Megan added over top of Andrea as the two both ran to embrace Sophia.
After the three broke off their long hug, Sophia stepped passed them to hug Zainab just as deeply or as hard as she had her other friends. “You..” Andrea said accusingly, if the accusation was over something good. “You had did this didn’t you!”
“That’s what Omid told me at least,” Sophia said finally breaking off her hug with Zainab. She walked over to a pair of facing couches and sat down. “I also have to say there was a part of me not sure if I should believe him. I get packed away in this.. just hellish case. Fucking Felix, gotta get one more thing in I guess. I couldn’t see or hear anything, I couldn’t move, I was being fed through a tube and cleaned out with a catheter and an occasional enema. Then the occasional vibration that seemed to be intermittent, possibly just to keep my contract satisfied or maybe just to be a sadist. It was always enough to tease even when you’re in no mood to be teased, but also never enough to get any satisfaction. A person could probably go mad in there in a matter of days, I only had it for 47 hours and I nearly felt like I was half way there by the end. So when the man who put me in there was there as they let me out, I wasn’t really in a very trusting mood.”
“So wait, if Felix isn’t here, how did you travel?” Megan asked.
“The man, Larry, he was apparently the engineer of that damned thing. He was a ‘temporary custodian’ or something,” Sophia explained, putting up air quotes. “He lifted me up, still totally uncovered in front of this dark skinned man in robes before he said my contract belonged to him now. You can imagine the kinds of places my mind went to.. let me tell you it got dark. But he instantly had someone help me out of my bindings and wrap me in a blanket. He guided me up to this room and when I saw this huge room with a four poster bed I started trying to prepare myself for what he might have had in mind for me. I knuckled down and went over to the bed to try to just get whatever it was he wanted over with so I could get the sleep I wasn’t able to get in that inflated coffin. When he closed the door I was about half a second away from making myself drop the blanket, but just in time he explained that he was a relative of yours Zainab, and that this really wasn’t what I was thinking. He kept talking.. and he just had too many details about all of you for it to be some kind of ruse. And you had mentioned last week when we were together you’d be heading over here for spring break, it all added up!”
“After a long bath and a good meal, he said that I should just rest for as long as I needed. It turned out I needed about 17 hours, which neither he nor I thought was going to happen. He mentioned I overshot you by a bit, I think they just really didn’t want to wake me early. When I got up I let them know, took a shower and then.. well here we are!” Sophia concluded with an expressive hand gesture, pointing out to the whole room.
“So Omid has your contract then?” Megan asked.
“Zee how the hell did you pull this off?” Andrea asked almost over top of Megan.
“Well, actually he signed the contract over.. to me already,” Zainab explained somewhat sheepishly, expecting that to create an explosive reaction.
“So you.. you have Sophia’s contract?” Andrea asked.
“Yes I do, he signed it over after we arrived. Sophia, you were still asleep. I didn’t want to wake you, but it means we can head out wherever without my uncle needing to be nearby,” Zainab explained.
“Very much yes please,” Sophia said excitedly. “I barely left the resort while I was there. I’m almost half surprised I don’t have some kind of vitamin D deficiency or something!”
Sophia breathed in deeply, smelling the ocean air as it wafted around her. All four of them leaned up against the stone railing overlooking the ocean. Below them was the boat that had picked them up from the airport, and in the distance there seemed to be little end to the amount of small boats buzzing around the calm blue water. The sun was just beginning to angle lower in the sky, disappearing behind the main building that was at their backs. Scattered rooms in apartment towers across the islands began to turn on their lights.
“I’ve been meaning to ask,” Sophia finally said, interrupting the brief calm. “How did you manage this? I mean, Lea.. She seemed hell bent on trying and then I never heard from her again and.. you still haven’t heard from her have you?”
“No.. we wrote emails, we called, haven’t gotten a reply in months. Even went out to the cabin, no sign she’d been there at all.” Andrea said solemnly. “But yeah, how the hell did you manage that Zee?”
“Well, I wrote to Felix a month or so ago, trying my hand after waiting so long to hear back from Lea and never getting a response. I tried offering money, my uncle certainly has enough and since I normally don’t ask for all that much he probably would have given it if that’s what it took. But Felix wasn’t really interested in the money so much as he was interested in who would replace her in the resort. I talked this over with my dad and he thought that if what he wanted was workers he might be able to help. He was willing to offer to pull strings to get Surdanese workers fast tracked into the US.”
“Wait.. you.. traded other people for me?” Sophia asked.
“Well, I mean I’m not forcing them, and they aren’t penal labor. These are people who volunteered and were willing. I’m just.. trading the influence to get them the proper paperwork to go to the US easier. It’s still.. it’s their choice to go. And if they weren't working in the US they’d probably just be working here but for less pay. It’s.. different from you. Mostly,” Zainab said, a little hesitantly.
“You’re right, I guess my own experience has left a bad taste in my mouth to the whole thing really,” Sophia said as she turned back away from the sea to look at the building and the manicured gardens beside it.
“As is justified given what you’ve been through; I just know that it was the only thing he seemed even a little interested in. If I hadn’t done that, I don’t think I could have reached a deal,” Zainab explained to Sophia before turning her attention beside her to Andrea. “Oh.. and you know that time last week when I ran out and you thought I was just ducking a difficult conversation? Yeah, that’s when I was signing the papers and finalizing everything. I then bought a few things to make it look like I’d just been shopping, but I was with Felix most of that time putting the final touches on getting Sophia out of there. So I bet you feel real smart now don’t you? I told you that you’d feel real silly about this later!”
“Why didn’t you just tell us?” Megan said, shoving Zainab’s shoulder.
“What can I say? I really like a surprise,” Zainab said in her own defense.
“Damn.. I guess.. I guess I should probably apologize then. I thought you just meant I’d come to regret it later because you’d.. well what you did at the airport.. me,” Andrea said. “But you had to see it from my side..”
“Yeah yeah.. alright. You had a valid point,” Zainab said waving her hands away. “But I mean this makes up for it right?” she asked pointing to Sophia.
“You’re probably going to be holding this over my head forever won’t you,” Andrea said, moving in closer.
Zainab closed the distance, locking lips but only briefly. “What I’m not entitled to at least a few weeks of that?”
“Nave joon,” said a woman as she approached the four of them.
Zainab turned back and a smile lit up on her face. “Joonam!” she exclaimed before nearly skipping over and giving the older woman a hug and a kiss to both cheeks. Zainab spoke briefly and quickly in Surdanese for just a moment or two before seeming to remember that there were other people there who couldn’t understand her at all. Zainab turned back to face her friends and continued to speak Surdanese interspersed with their names. “Sorry,” Zainab finally said in English. “Well, this is my grandmother Sadia, she doesn’t really know much English,”
“Man saay mikonam englisi yadbegiram” Sadia explained.
“You always say that though, you always claim that you’ve been learning English just about every time I come home. You’ll maybe say a new word or two before we lose you again,” Zainab taunted back slowly. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”
Sadia walked over to Megan and Andrea and grabbed their hands. “Sorry. She be uneasy to be in so much.”
“Be with!” Zainab explained, trying to hold in laughter. She said something else quietly to her grandmother before they both burst out laughing. “Maybe this is why you give up, so you don’t keep finding the wrong words.”
“I am trying,” Sadia said as she shrugged her shoulders.
“I know, I love you for it,” Zainab said with an affectionate hug.
As Andrea looked back at the main building for the first time in a while, she noticed how much more crowded things seemed. Now that the sun was low it seemed the number of people had easily tripled.
“So.. Zainab? I mean this nicely, but when exactly can we eat? I haven’t eaten since waking up and I am starving,” Sophia asked.
“Yeah, it should be out now,” Zainab said as she looked around to see if many people were heading inside yet. She locked arms with her grandmother and began making her way back inside while her friends followed close behind.
They made their way back towards the grand hall Omid had met them at earlier, but the mood and feeling was entirely different. There were no guards, the doors were simply held open at either side by a table. Each table seemed to have a decorative arrangement of food, but everyone including Zainab seemed to be moving past them so Andrea, Megan and Sophia followed their lead. Past the doors, there was an immediate smell of food in the air. Some kind of fish cooked in what smelled like a lot of lemon and herbs. The main floor was littered with large round tables with the food itself placed against the walls.
“So help yourselves to food, then it’s just mingling and socializing for a while till it gets really dark. Then we’ll head over to the bonfire if you want, or there’s visiting other’s homes or.. whatever,” Zainab explained, meandering out of the way of the door.
“I think we’ll just stick with you regardless,” Andrea said, locking her arm around Zainab’s other side.
“Alright,” Zainab said with a shrug of her shoulders. “Then it looks like we’re all getting food now.”
The dinner passed by rather slowly. Very few were speaking English, though more than a few did introduce themselves in it. Zainab introduced them around, but with such a large family none of them were under the strong illusion that they’d remember even half of their names. The language barrier made them feel like interlopers. They all tried to be polite guests. They tried not to have their own conversations while people were still nearby. The moment they were free again though, they were back into their own little bubble just the three of them.
It had only been a week since they last saw Sophia, but this was under entirely different circumstances. The room began to empty as they continued to think widely about all the things they could do once they all together went back to DC. Zainab would join them sometimes but not other times, diving in and out of conversation as she mingled with others. Eventually, when Zainab sat back down it made Sophia look around and notice that they were just about the only ones still sitting in the giant room. “Hey.. do we need to be getting out of here? Is there somewhere else we need to be?” Sophia asked Zainab.
“There’s nowhere we need to be, but there are certainly other places to go.” Zainab explained. “Our New Years.. it’s a little bit.. unique. Surdanese New Year is really two different new years put back to back. First you have the Persian, then that bleeds into the Hindu. They’re both meant to start in Spring and both involve big public bonfires. And since the Hindu one kind of changes kingdom to kingdom, a long time ago the Sultan simply set them one right after the other. National unity and all that. It’s grown into kind of the biggest day of the year, bigger than our independence day even. A lot of the people who left probably are out making the rounds visiting each other’s homes like is more the Persian tradition. Though I’m sure there’d also be a lot more out at one of the bonfires starting the celebrating already. I guess that’s just a long way of saying, we have options. I made sure to put my time in with my family so I could take or leave most of the rest of the night.”
“So is the bonfire very close?” Megan asked.
“Well, there’s a lot more than one, but one of the neighboring housing complexes my family built, there’s always one hosted there. Not as big or as showy as some but a lot less packed with drunk tourists and it’s just past the gates.” Zainab explained.
Sophia got up and stretched out her arms. “I could do with a good walk,”
“Alright, follow me,” Zainab said.
“So.. um, this might be a weird question..” Sophia asked as she followed Zainab out towards the front of the building. “how close do I need to be sticking by you?”
“Oh for the contract? There’s not a hard distance. What matters is that you go with the contract holder. Me for now. And that you stay basically at the place I’ve gone to. So basically just stay in the place we go to. Right now that’s going to be this park.” Zainab explained as she led them down the street a little bit. Sophia smiled, she even tried to contain it and not look quite so dumbstruck but she was finding that hard.
The road lead down towards three glass apartment towers that all grew out of what looked like three old stone buildings, not so different from the kind Zainab’s family lived in. But the facade was just that, a stone front to what were otherwise three very modern glass towers at least thirty stories tall. The many small balconies were mostly filled with people overlooking the festivities taking place below. The three buildings formed three sides of an open plaza with the stony steep edge with the water being the fourth. A tall fire burned in the center of everything as speakers filled the plaza with music. The songs were not in English, but they seemed lively and festive. Around the outsides, temporary stalls were selling drinks and snacks at a brisk almost frantic pace.
Everyone was dressed in bright colors, and there were more than a few small children sitting up on their parent’s shoulders to better see everything. Other children were running around, playing with sparklers and drawing outlines the air. Others grabbed bags from their parents and happily ran up to the fire to throw them into it before running back away from the heat that radiated from it. It was an atmosphere that seemed like a carnival or a fair, where seeing a Ferris wheel or face painter wouldn’t be that out of place.
“So this is the New Year bonfire. Depending on who you ask, it’s either going back to ancient Persia when fire was considered sacred, or it’s a Hindu celebration of good over evil. Either way it’s a lot of dancing and singing and stuff.” Zainab explained.
“Well this is.. different than I was expecting,” Sophia said, nearly having to shout to be heard as the crowd began to sing along to something.
“Different bad or different good?” Andrea asked.
“Well certainly not bad, I’d just heard this stereotype that Surda is.. kind of.. well exuberant I guess comes to mind. And you Zainab, you certainly hadn’t done much to dissuade me from it. This is.. there are like.. families and stuff.”
“I mean, it’s still early,” Zainab said shrugging her shoulders. “It’s early and you’re still sober.”
“I hope that’s not like offensive to assume or something. The country just.. when you don’t have any other information you kind of have a reputation you know? It’s not like I was expecting public orgies.” Sophia said.
“No girl, orgies are only after midnight, and only if you’re pretty,” quipped a man with a heavy accent walking past holding a large plastic cup in his hand. He didn’t look over or even seem to break his stride but chucked to himself a few times before taking another sip.
Zainab yelled something back at the man who only chuckled some more and gave out a thumbs up. “Don’t listen to him, he’s probably drunk,” she said turning back to everyone else.
“I have an idea,” Sophia said. “Let’s do that!”
Sophia coughed as she finally tried a sip of the drink she had just stood in line for. “Oh God, what the hell is this stuff?” she said looking at the milky tan drink.
“Sorry, I thought you knew what you were ordering..” Zainab said as she paid the man for a cup of her own.
“Should I not get one?” Megan asked as she got up to the counter.
“Tastes like licorice mixed with chalk and spoiled milk with some spices to try to hide it. Are.. is there actual dirt in here?” Sophia said as she poked around her drink some more.
“Sorry, it’s a special drink that only really get’s brought out for this holiday. Yeah, it tastes bad, real bad no doubt. But no, try one Megan.”
“If you know it tastes bad, why get it?” Sophia asked.
“It’s what they add that makes it special but also makes it taste bad. It’s mixed with this powdered flower that’s seasonal, only blooms around the end of winter or start of spring. It makes it taste horrible no matter how much cinnamon and nutmeg and really high proof alcohol you put in to try to make it half way to palatable. The plant alone can make you a little dizzy and lightheaded, but when it’s taken with alcohol it does something different, and that cup’s got about the equivalent of about five or six shots. But the flower mixed with all that alcohol makes you feel kind of warm and floaty, making everyone the happy lovey kind of drunk. Meant to put you in a good mood for the start of the new year.” Zainab explained, swirling her drink but not yet drinking it.
“I thought Muslims aren’t supposed to drink,” Sophia asked quietly.
“Yeah.. well this holiday isn’t just for Muslims it’s for everyone. And besides, I’m sure there are a whole bunch of rules you probably don’t follow either,” Zainab said as Andrea and Megan walked up having gotten a cup of the milky drink for themselves.
The courtyard was suddenly lit up by a bright green flash. The girls turned to look out at the water and saw a large firework burst in the distance. The crashing boom came a few seconds later and by that time another few bursts had lit up the sky.
“You didn’t mention fireworks,” Andrea said as she stood close to Zainab.
“It’s not like an official display or anything, I think they must just be selling them down by the Grand Market. They get pretty busy down there tonight,” Zainab explained over the booms coming more frequently now. Another series of large green bursts lit up in a string in quick succession seeming to signal the end to the very short display.
“Could we maybe go down there?” Sophia asked.
Zainab seemed to sigh a little but nodded her head. Andrea and Sophia linked arms with Megan soon taking Sophia’s other arm as they all followed behind Zainab. They were heading back to the house and downstairs to the boat they had come in on. “The roads will make it basically impossible to get too close, but they make sure there’s plenty of parking for boats,” Zainab said as she grabbed the key from inside a small box tucked away in a drawer by the stairs.
“Do we need to clear this with someone?” Megan asked as they all climbed into the boat.
Zainab untied the last of the ropes holding the boat to the dock and quickly leaped in with them still in hand. “Hey, better to ask for forgiveness right?”
Zainab slowed the boat as they finally began to reach the expansive series of docks that made up the main harbor. Passenger ferries still ran, carrying people nearly to capacity and looking more like a party boat than a form of transportation. Zainab grinned as she saw a small spot she could pull up against. Far too small for the large vessels that seemed to be everywhere. Another series of fireworks went off as they pulled in, three purple spheres that turned into flickering yellow droplets falling down into the harbor. The booms came without a very noticeable delay this time, and were just loud enough to drown out the music blaring loudly from all around. This music though was in English, the same kinds of remixed versions of chart toppers that you’d hear from just about any nightclub. Heavy on the bass, letting you feel the notes hit you as they went. Zainab took off her shawl, threw it in the inside compartment of the boat and jumped onto the dock.
Once she had firmly tied the boat off, Zainab got back in to grab her drink which she hadn’t touched since getting in the boat and downed the rest of it in one go. She coughed as she threw the plastic down. “Oh god.. that tastes so bad.. You all finish yours?”
Andrea grinned a big stupid Cheshire Cat grin as she showed Zainab her empty cup.
“I’m still nursing mine,” Megan said, swirling the concoction around.
“I’ve done about all I’m gonna do,” Sophia said as she stood up and stretched.
“Cool, well I guess come this way,” Zainab said before leaping back out of the boat. She pressed a key card up to a pillar that stood at the front of where they were docked. A small screen lit up, confirming who she was and how much parking would cost before sliding open a compartment. “Alright, we’re paid up. Let me just lock this away here,” she explained before setting her keys and most of her wallet inside, keeping only a card and some bills in one of her dress’ small concealed pockets. As the door closed behind her she typed in a code, “5555” repeating it twice. “All good then.”
Andrea latched herself around Zainab’s arm as the four began walking toward land. At the end of the dock where it met land, a large temporary sign stood that read in multiple languages “No Minors.” It let out at a busy crowded cobblestone street that ran along the water’s edge with a slight ditch to indicate the divide between street and sidewalk. It was filled with people, clearly closed off to other traffic. Just on the other side of the street, a large plaza was filled with activity. Everyone but the vendors that lined the edge with the water seemed to be only a few years off of 20, in one direction or another. Cheap bead necklaces hung around people’s necks, and the women all seemed to be attempting to outdo all the others for how little they could get away with wearing. Some were down to sandals, side tie bikini bottoms and a few beads. The atmosphere was less circus and more mardi gras.
“Is this more what you were thinking Sophia?” Zainab asked, looking back at Sophia and Megan.
“Oh it does look fun,” Andrea said, hanging off of Zainab, clearly a little tipsy already. Andrea noticed a few stares from some of the guys as they walked past. “Zee,” Andrea whispered “I think people are staring at us.”
“Well you’re worth staring at if you ask me,” Zainab whispered back, placing an arm around Andrea’s bare side and pulling her close. She reached over with her other hand and placed a few fingers under Andrea’s necklace, pulling Andrea in a little closer to give her a light kiss. Andrea bit her lower lip as Zainab withdrew and shivered just enough for Zainab to feel it. Zainab smiled and held her close, hocking two fingers underneath Andrea’s necklace. The two paused, in part to let the other two catch up but only in part. Andrea leaned in and whispered “turn me on.”
“You’re just drunk,” Zainab retorted. “And besides, what about the other two.”
“Getting there, but I feel so.. I just really wanna.. please Mistress, they don’t have to know..” Andrea continued. Zainab turned her fingers slightly to pinch an activate Andrea’s NESIC through her necklace. She only turned it up a bit before pressing her thumb to the small gem in the middle to lock the setting in place. Andrea gasped as her hands gripped down firmly on Zainab’s shoulder.
“Do you two need a minute?” Sophia asked.
“No, I think we’re alright here,” Zainab said sarcastically. Andrea just nodded her head.
The large plaza normally served as a large open air market, a kind of expansion to the original bazaar building that stood proudly beside it. But there was little trace of that now. There were tents lining the edge of the seawall, but most of the space was open as people shuffled around freely in what seemed to essentially be one large dance floor. There were random risers occasionally with people dancing a few feet above everyone else. At a small stage a DJ stood hunched over his equipment, hyping up the crowd and keeping the music loudly flowing.
Andrea was feeling strange. Her NESIC always felt a little strange when she was drunk but this was different. She felt like she was gliding, helped by the fact that she was putting so much weight on Zainab. She ran her free hand around her Mistress’s side, enjoying the feel of Zainab’s bare arms. Enjoying the sight of Zainab’s ample cleavage.
Zainab hated being so short when the crowds got this big. She tried her best to maneuver around the denser mass near the stage. With Andrea leaning against her, she couldn’t even go up onto her toes to try to see better. So she simply headed for one of the tents, hoping Megan and Sophia weren't far behind. She looked back and usually saw them, and made sure not to go too fast, but she also was putting a lot of faith in their ability to keep up with her slow pace. The drink she had downed so quickly was also just starting to make itself felt as a dopy smile began to take over her face.
“Oooh, shiney!” Andrea called out as they reached the tent and saw a few very busy merchants trying to keep up with demand as they sold their cheap jewelry. It was pushed up against the water’s edge and at least didn’t seem too overwhelmed by the crowd. Andrea looked back and saw Sophia and Megan just behind them. Once they got to the tent, Andrea let go of Zainab and began looking around.
“See anything you like?” Zainab asked as she now took a turn hanging off of Andrea.
“Could I get something too? Or do I need to be sleeping with you first?” Sophia asked mockingly.
“Sure, something for everyone!” Zainab said as she moved over to begin to look more seriously herself.
“Hey Andrea,” Megan called out. “Hey, don’t these bracelets kinda look like your necklace?” She asked, picking up a small box with two matching bracelets. A thin silver chain had a thin metal pendant with a glass gem in the middle. It did look like slightly like a miniaturized version of the plane collar she wore. The biggest difference is that rather than the chain disappearing inside the pendent, it clipped together with an oddly shaped and oddly large clasp.
“Yes, these are pair bracelets,” explained one of the stand operators as he noticed Megan pick the item up. He gently took the box back and lifted up the cardboard the bracelets sat on. Underneath were two small heart shaped locks. “See, you just put this on here,” he said as he demonstrated on Andrea’s wrist. “Then you clamp together and lock can fit through the clamp. Now you’re locked in friendship.. eh?”
“I can think of much dirtier uses for those, you should really get those!” Zainab whispered into Andrea’s ear.
Andrea suddenly shivered as the thought bounced around her drunk brain . She was suddenly very sure what it was she wanted. “Alright Mistress, but I get to pick your thing right?” she whispered back. “And I’m going to pick something for you to make up for it.”
“You think whatever you want slave, but I’m still the one making the decisions around here.”
“And what if I said you’d look sexy as hell wearing that?” Andrea said as she pointed to one of the displays. “And only that..” Andrea whispered into Zainab’s ears.
Zainab for her part was taken aback and bit her lower lip as she contemplated. “You know.. you’re a lot less subtle when you’re drunk.”
“Oh, come on, and your thing was.. was subtle? Aaand and don’t do that thing where you just take the other side cause I said it.. it’s a lot more transparent than I think you realize,” Andrea stammered.
“Keep talking back and I’ll have to punish you later,” Zainab threatened.
“You need to stop threatening me with things I like.”
The four of them each left wearing their newest attire. Andrea left with both bracelets on, though only one of them locked. Megan wore a princess length necklace with a small abalone pendant. Sophia got a slender silver wrist watch.
Zainab had not gone so simple. She decided to get what Andrea had pointed out, an elaborate body chain ensemble. A necklace sat high on her neckline, made of dozens of round bronze links of chain. From this, two thinner bronze links came down to meet a large decorative centerpiece made of obsidian and bronze. The centerpiece sat just below her breasts, the men who sold it had made adjustments for Zainab’s short frame. From that central piece, a dozen or so thin bronze chains wrapped around her waist at increasingly lower levels with the lowest dipping down to her hips. Those chains all connected back up to the back of the original necklace, falling just inside her shoulder blades. It also came with the option of matching draping arm cuffs and ankle chains, which Zainab of course opted for. They weren't exactly the same color or thinness as the bracelet she already had on, but it was close enough.
“So what now oh queen of chains?” Sophia said once everything was finally on and adjusted.
“Hey, that’s a lotta.. sass I’m hearing. I could.. I could order you to shut your face you know.” Zainab said just a little slurred.
“Yeah but you won’t,” Sophia scoffed dismissively.
“Hey, careful don’t poke. She’ll take the other side just to prove she can’t be told what to do. It’s like a disease almost,” Megan said.
“You.. I never do that, I never just like.. contradict or whatever,” Zainab replied to Megan, failing to see the irony in that statement.
“Let me be clear then,” Sophia said as she walked over to tower over Zainab. She bent forward, causing Zainab to bend back slightly in order to keep eye contact. “I’m grateful for what you’ve done for me. I’m grateful for your generosity to me and to my friends. And you’re very important to them, which makes you all the more important to me. But I refuse to play nice if you ever use my situation as a bargaining chip ever again. I won’t violate the terms, I’ll cooperate, but there’s a big wide gap between cooperative and what we have now. So yes by all means, order me around. See what happens after that. See what happens to your relationship with me and with my friends, one of whom you’re very clearly in love with. I don’t think you’ll like what happens after.”
Zainab stumbled back some, intimidated but also a little off balance anyway. Sophia reached forward quickly and grabbed Zainab by the hand, keeping her from toppling completely. Andrea soon rushed in to help her right herself and brush the metaphorical dust off. She cleared her throat and gave her a bit of space. “I’m.. sorry. I didn’t mean.. it was just a joke..”
“I know it was a joke, and that’s why I’m not actually mad,” Sophia said.
“You’re not?” Zainab and Andrea seemed to say almost at once.
“No, I’m just determined. I want to make it crystal clear and wanted my words to carry enough thunder that you don’t ever forget that I’m not going to stand for that kind of threat. I know you 100% meant it as a joke, but those kinds of jokes have a way of blurring into part joke part serious over time. I don’t know you as well as they do, but I want my foot to come down early and loud enough that you know, this isn’t a line you can ever cross. Is that understood?” Sophia said, in a much less dire but still serious tone.
“Yes ma’am..” Zainab meekly said.
There was a moment of quiet. Not actual quiet, the music continued and the sounds of people were everywhere, it was only a moment of quiet between the four of them. A silence broken as Andrea started to chuckle. “Ma’am?” she said before being joined by Megan in a fit of defusing laughter.
“Shut up! I hate you all! It just slipped out ok?” Zainab said in pouty self defense. “I really regret saying that, is there any chance we could just let this go?”
“Not very likely ma’am,” Andrea teased.
“But we’re still good right?” Sophia asked as she placed her arm around Zainab’s shoulders in a kind of half hug. “No hard feelings? You understand why I wanted to..”
“None,” Zainab said as she went in for the other half of the hug. “I totally get it. Don’t even sweat it. So.. do you wanna look around some? Go join the dance floor?”
“I’ll just take looking around some for now.”
“Oh.. oh that was much less nauseating,” Sophia said as she took a sip from the tall frozen strawberry daiquiri. The four of them had only gotten as far as the next tent over where they were serving frozen drinks.
“Mmm yeah but I’m starting to feel the happy drunk big time now,” Andrea said as she had her arms draped over Zainab. The two of them were swaying back and forth a little while Andrea began swatting at Zainab’s chain.
“I also like not feeling like I’m gonna throw up,” Sophia said before taking another sip from the long straw that went down the absurdly large plastic container.
“Here, let me see,” Andrea said as she reached her head over. Sophia moved it the rest of the way so Andrea could take a nice long sip. “Yeah that’s just a slushie with rum.”
“Yeah, but it’s out of a really long thingy which makes it fun!” Zainab said sarcastically as she nevertheless grabbed for it and took a few generous sips herself. “Actually Megan? Could you get one for us too?”
Megan gave them a thumbs up from the counter and brought out a few more bills Zainab had given her to pay for a second tall container. She walked over with a red one and a white one, offering Zainab the choice. Andrea reached out for the white one and took a sip.
“So from what I can see, it looks like the tents go in a straight line along the water before heading for that big building over there,” Sophia said standing up on her toes to see over the crowed.
“That building’s the grand market, I guess whoever’s throwing this rented that out too,” Zainab said, looking over the crowed at the upper stories of the old stone build. It only had three stories, but it was the height of something much taller. She started walking towards it following the line of tents that led to it and seemed to harden off where the “party area” was.
“Wait, someone’s throwing this? This isn’t like put on by the city or government or whatever?” Megan asked, slightly confused.
“Why bother?” Zainab asked rhetorically. “There’s more than enough.. more than enough wealthy people around that someone’s always going to want to be able to host a big thing like this. It means the atmosphere, the set up, the music, it can all be whatever they want it to be.”
“So this is all just.. some guy’s party?” Andrea asked.”
“Sometimes multiple guys, but basically. Some of these people though.. you got to understand, their bank accounts make more in interest in a day than most families make in a year. Some of these people could spend a million dollars a day and still be going up in wealth.” Zainab tried to explain.
“Isn’t you’re family one of those kind?” Sophia asked between slow sips of her drink.
“Yeah.. we’re up there. But.. we don’t have.. I mean we don’t have mines like they do. We have land.. and.. shut up it’s different,” Zainab mumbled, sounding a little defensive.
“I didn’t.. I hope I don't like overstep there or anything.” Sophia said as a kind of apology.
“No no it’s fine,”Zainab said as she reached over and grabbed Sophia by the arm. “But let’s not talk about that, let’s go over here!”
“Hugh.. they really aren’t messing around with pretense,” Sophia said as she looked around the tent filled with incredibly overt adult toys. Dildos of every length and color, butt plugs, and a few more vanilla odds and ends. “So why are we going in here?” Sophia asked Zainab.
“Well I need you to buy something. It doesn’t have to be for yourself, you can buy something for me or Andrea, I just need you to buy something here,” Zainab explained.
“This a contract thing?” Sophia asked with a huff.
“Right right.. we didn’t have time to.. well there’s a whole bunch of details but I’m too drunk to.. I’ll say more back at our place. We had lawyers really spend a while with those ICB dicks.. wrote a lot of stuff.. but for right now just something like that and you’ll be good. Something we’ll intend to use tonight.”
Andrea moaned at the words. She had been building up a desire since she convinced Zainab to turn on her chip. Now with the prospects of “being used” tonight, she slid her hands down to grip Zainab at the hips, crossing her arms at Zainab’s chest. “And when is this gonna be?” she whispered into Zainab’s ear.
Zainab smiled and looked back at Andrea. “Soon my sweet horny slave,” she said as she reached her arms around herself to hug Andrea’s grip. She took another sip from her drink before lifting it up for Andrea to do the same.
Sophia turned away and began to look around for something. “Is that..” she said as she looked forward at some of the glass toys. It was exactly what she thought, the otherwise clear glass buttplug seemed to look like there was a palm tree at a lone desert island surrounded by blue water inside it’s main bulb. As she picked it up, the light blue liquid moved about and even changed the balance to a small but noticeable degree, it like some kind of demented snowglobe. “So how much stuff do I need to get?” Sophia asked as she turned back the mass of intertwined arms that was once the two separate people Andrea and Zainab.
“Whadever you wan,” Zainab slurred out. “You pick it, you give in to me, the rest we.. we don’t need to talk abou,” she continued before running her hands up and down Andrea’s arms. Andrea leaned her head against Zainab’s. She started pulling her hands away only to have Zainab hold them still. She moaned as she struggled, not putting up a real fight but loving the feeling of losing that fight to her.
“Maybe a second thing?” Andrea finally asked, in a way that Sophia wasn’t sure if she was talking to her or Zainab.
“Yeah.. get a second thing.. a something she can use at the same time..” Zainab instructed as she dived into her small pocket to give Sophia some money. Her hand nearly got caught in her chain that covered over the discrete opening. “All that..” Zainab said as she handed over some bills while putting others back. “Close to that much..” she said as Andrea returned to pretending to struggle away.
Sophia did some math in her head as she began scanning around. Her eye was caught on a slightly silly looking hood, but none the less went over to see it. It seemed to be a vinyl like material that tied off with laces in the back. It felt surprisingly rigid, but she supposed it had to be. Because while the eyes were uncovered, nostril holes present and an opening around the mouth, at the chin sat about a five or six inch dildo. She was sure of its utilitarian usefulness but found it rather hard to take seriously nonetheless. She looked down and saw it was right about where her math said the second item needed to be, and so she couldn’t help but grab a box for it that sat below the display model that had originally caught her attention.
“So that’s.. odd,” Megan said as she walked up behind Sophia.
“You could say that again, but…” she said before trailing off and simply pointing at Andrea and Zainab who had descended into a kind of game where Andrea tries to kiss Zainab and she tries to stay out of reach while still holding her captive.
“Yeah.. I got to live with’m,” Megan shrugged. “And while that one’s in love with that one, and that one’s in love with that one, that one’s also my best friend and that one’s my roommate, and that one there I let tie me up and I call myself her slave. Who the hell am I to say normal.”
“Yeah.. and that other one’s got a contract on me holding me to her,” Sophia mumbled.
“She’d never.. I mean she’d never try and force you to.. I mean she’s forceful but she’s not going to force you force you. You don’t have to worry..”
“Who’s worried? I’m just stating facts.. strange, intimate and personal facts,” Sophia said with a shrug, interrupting Megan’s worried string of qualifiers.
“Ooh.. that’s kind of a cool buttplug,” Megan said as she saw the glass palm tree plug in Sophia’s hand. “Hey.. I wonder if I could..”
“Look.. I’m still getting used to this, could we not completely dive into the deep end just yet on everything?” Sophia said with just a hint of discomfort.
“Yep, shutting up.”
Andrea walked back out after ducking for some privacy behind a small bit of cover. She pressed her skirt back down and walked back to Zainab with the new plug now inside. As she moved, she felt it rearrange itself. It shuffled around slightly as the liquid sloshed around inside the plug and very out of sight. Andrea immediately went in for a firm kiss with Zainab as soon as she was within range. “It’s in Mistress..”
“Very good slave,” Zainab said with a big stupid grin. “That should help you keep your focus where I want it shouldn’t it?”
“Only on you Mistress,” Andrea said before moving in for another kiss.
“So what are we then?” Sophia asked sarcastically. Andrea’s face turned redder as she tried to hide behind Zainab.
“Sorry, just, caught in the moment,” Zainab said apologetically.
Megan walked back and worked her way between Andrea and Zainab. She placed an arm around each of their shoulders and started walking them forward towards Sophia. Megan was gentle, not wanting to seem to be too transparent as she kept the two separated from each other. Megan couldn’t help but slightly smile as Andrea drunkenly tried to be sneaky and reach for Zainab’s ass only to fall short and end up squeezing the side of her hip. Megan alternated between finding this all cute, and finding it simply insufferable. Tonight, as the two were clearly drunk, she found it more endearing. And while not as drunk as they clearly were, her own drunk state slightly sympathized with the urgent single mindedness that Andrea had.
There were certainly plenty of attractive guys in the mass of spring break humanity that surrounded them. As she continued to walk her friends onward she couldn’t even help but smile as a smooth and well defined shirtless guy in blue board shorts smiled and gave her a once over. She looked back after she passed and saw he had looked back as well.
“You want that guy to fuck you?” Andrea whispered into Megan’s ear.
“Wow, I can still smell that drink on your breath,” Megan said in a transparent attempt to deflect.
“That wasn’t a no, was it… slave,” Andrea continued, lingering on the word slave. Megan turned red and lowered her gaze slightly. “Actually, I think that just might be a yes!”
Megan swallowed hard. She had gotten so used to following Andrea, she wasn’t sure what to say. Andrea had called her slave, and Megan wanted to be that slave. Everything was just coming quickly. Her breathing slightly quickened as her heart began to race. It was nerves, but they were slowly settling down as she made herself Andrea’s slave. She stopped holding on to Andrea and Zainab and simply put her hands slightly behind her. The three still walked just behind Sophia who was looking all around using her height to see where they should be going to get to the main building.
“You know,” Andrea said as she leaned one of her arms onto Megan, looking over at both her and Zainab. “You know if I were being a good owner, I wouldn’t just tease my things endlessly you know,” Andrea said quietly but loud enough for Zainab to hear it.
“That’s a lie and you know it..” Zainab accused. “You love it when I tease you.”
“I was talking to my slave over here. And I was just saying that sometimes it’s nice to be a little more blunt. Did you find that guy hot?” Andrea asked.
“Yes..” Megan said hesitantly.
“And how long since some guy’s fucked you?” Andrea replied rhetorically and with just a hint of slurred speech. “Like.. maybe.. maybe my slave just really wants sex. Have you ever thought of that Zee? Like just bend you over.. lay his cock deep into you and you could do nothing but take it.”
Megan looked nervously at Andrea. She saw Andrea’s eyes were focused more on Zainab than they were on her. Still, whatever might have been the cause, Andrea was pushing all the right buttons. Andrea had been forward a few times, never this publicly however. It made Megan just anxious enough to feel a minor rush from the fear of the uncertainty. And yet, despite the public setting, she was surrounded by friends who she knew would keep her safe. It made the difference between thrill and terror.
“Of course, my slave doesn’t have a mistress like I do does she?” Andrea asked while continuing to give most of her focus to Zainab. Megan shook her head just strong enough to catch Andrea’s attention. “That’s right, she’s my slave. Slaves like to be used don’t they?” Andrea asked, causing Megan to nod her head. “But poor Megan here, she doesn’t have someone she wants to be used by, she just wants to be used. She just wants to be a helpless thing getting fucked isn’t that right?”
“You mean like those?” Zainab said as she pointed over to the stand they were approaching. Andrea had been so locked on Zainab as they’d been walking she hadn’t paid much attention to the stands they were passing as they walked. With an arm still around Megan, she moved over to take a closer look. It a small bar set up with two people behind it like a carnival game, but that was where the similarities ended.
Laying across the bar, spread out and with small privacy shields between them, where what looked like large suitcases with women’s legs protruding out the edge. Two of these women had men furiously thrusting into the suitcase with a big timer counting down right above them. When one of them reached zero the guy pulled back and disappointingly zipped up his fly. “Oh so close.. but not quite there,” one of the hosts said to the guy “ten seconds and you can try again,” he said, trying to entice the man to come back for another round. Only then did they notice the banner across the top. “Make them cum, win them for the night!”
Megan was nervous as she approached. It looked kind of scary. Fun too, but she was feeling overwhelmed trying to picture what Andrea might have her do, and knowing that she’d probably say yes. She approached anyway, because while a little unnerving, she was also quite curious.
As they approached one of the boxes, she saw that the top was made of plexiglass. Inside was a woman covered fully in black latex, resting on a padded black cushion. A corset was pulled very tight, covering from her hips to just below her bust. A high neck corset covered from her shoulders to just above her lips, keeping her head completely immobile. There were belts running over the corset, above the bust, and at the forehead that all kept her upper body firmly locked to the back of the encasement. Her hands were covered in latex sheaths, removing any use of her digits. The end of each was attached by a short chain to each other running behind her neck. It gave her very little ability to move her arms and kept them both folded at the elbow resting at her shoulders. It looked like there were small hoses going in and out of her nose, but they seemed to disappear out of sight.
The box ended very abruptly just below the hips, making almost all of her legs stick out of the box. Those legs were covered in a cream colored latex, similar to the color of the box itself, except for the black ballet heels that were locked on to her feet. Between her legs there was another hole in the box. It looked like it was made with latex walls, keeping the inside completely quarantined. Based on it’ position though, there was no mistaking where that latex sheath led. One of the workers went out to where the man had been and proceeded to clean her out.
“You want to try to have a go? Anyone’s welcome to try! You get 30 seconds, to try whatever you’d like! Play as much as you want with just 10 seconds pause between tries. If you make her cum you can even keep her for the night!” one of the workers said as she noticed the three eyeing one of the boxed girls. “With certain restrictions of course,” she said much faster and a little quieter.
Megan looked down at the woman. The latex covering her head seemed thicker around the ears, she wondered if she could hear any of this. She tried tapping on the glass and the women jostled around slightly. However, that could just have been the vibrations and not the sound the tapping created.
“So.. do these tops come off?” Megan asked.
“Yep, we just unscrew the two sides and it comes right off. But if you do win one we won’t be doing that for you. They’re special screw heads and we keep’m locked before we let you take one of them. And we always got plenty more to replace the ones we give out,” she said before directing Megan’s attention over to some of the stacks along the back wall. All but one seemed to go five boxes high, each with the legs flopping out in the same direction. And without being able to see into the boxes that were not on top, since the plexiglass was covered, it all looked very surreal simply seeing half a dozen latex legs sticking out of what otherwise looked like stacks of regular hard shell trunk luggage.
“You got any more, I think my slave’d love to try one of these,” Andrea interjected.
Megan nervously and meekly replied “yes Ega.” Even as she said yes she started to worry, what if someone did win her? What were these restrictions? And once she was in, it didn’t seem like there would be much communication she’d be capable of.
“I don’t know, I can give someone a call, see if we can squeeze you into one of these,” the attendant said in a less sales pitch kind of tone.
“Is this what you want?” Zainab said to Andrea.
“Please Zee.. I need you now! I’ve had my thing turned on, and my head’s all happy and now I’m feeling this thing slosh around with every step..” Andrea said as she walked over and wrapped her arms around Zainab from behind. She reached down and began teasing Zainab’s crotch through her clothes with one hand while holding her close with the other. “those chains too.. they look so fuckn.. hot and I want to see you in just them..” Andrea whispered in Zainab’s ear. She went down and kissed Zainab’s neck. Zainab moaned at the attention. She closed her eyes and reveled in it until she felt Andrea trying to untie the knot holding Zainab’s halter dress up with one hand and her teeth. She dropped her bag she had gotten from Sophia’s shopping and pulled away. The main knot had been undone but with the dress still attached.
“Those are very busy hands missy,” Zainab said as she turned Andrea around. She pulled Andrea’s hands behind her back and used the final lock to Andrea’s new bracelets to not only lock it on but lock one wrist to the other.
“There you are,” Sophia said as she came up to them. “One second you're following behind than half a second later you aren’t. And.. what’s.. going on here?”
“Nothing now..” Megan said as she walked over to Sophia and locked arms. “I was trying to keep these two apart and.. I got a little swept up in the.. well in them.”
“Oh.. you ruin all the.. things.. the.. you know.. stuff.” Andrea stammered, not even really sure herself what she meant.
“Well, we’re almost to the building, so why don’t we at least get there and then figure things out alright?”
“Hey.. thanks by the way,” Megan said shortly after they all four were on their way again.
“Thanks for what?” Sophia asked.
“Well.. I told you my.. thing with Andrea right? Yeah.. she was I think kind of using me to send a message to Zainab and I didn’t really try to stop her. Not sure how far that could have gone,” Megan explained. Looking back Megan and Sophia saw Zainab and Andrea right behind them. Zainab had her pinky wrapped under Andrea’s collar leading her forward while carrying the bag in her other hand.
“Well it looks like she got the message at least,” Sophia joked. As Sophia turned her head back forward she couldn't help but survey the booths and notice they all seemed to be of an increasingly sexual nature. “Is it just me.. or.. I mean the booths further back by the boat they weren't quite so..”
“So blatant? No it’s not just you I think. When that booth with the sex toys popped up it looked out of place, now it would be tame by comparison,” Megan said giving her own survey of what seemed to be around. One booth seemed to be giving out double teamed lap dances. Another had people doing belly shots off naked women.
The one they were approaching at that moment had maybe a half dozen women all strapped tightly to one of a half dozen or so poles. They were blindfolded but otherwise naked and totally unable to move. In front of them was a console, and people were huddling around them. After a press of one button or another, the girl would usually jerk or moan or somehow react. They could see a vibrator was pulled tightly against their pussy and held in place with more straps. They could see some wires coming out from between their legs and saw some clamps on each nipple with wires coming down off of them as well. It seemed that from the console you could turn on or off the vibrator, or give her a shock in a very sensitive spot. Above it all was a banner that read “Make her Beg” but beg for what exactly it didn’t say.
“See.. the problem is.. something like that seems like fun,” Megan said. “That thing you interrupted, that seemed like fun. Seemed though, I have no idea what it would actually be like. I just.. if I were actually in that position, and the reality of it.. if it stopped being fun I don’t know if I’d be able to say that. To say stop. That’s kind of why I’ve usually leaned on Andrea because she can tell when somethings getting too much without me needing to say so. But.. it’s like I wasn’t even there. Closest I got I think to actually being.. anxious about this kind of stuff in a long time. It’s usually pretty good at doing the opposite and getting rid of anxiety not cause more of it.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll try to make sure they don’t tie you to an upside down bicycle that zaps your tits over a shark tank or.. whatever the hell is at the end of this path.”
“Hey.. hey you two..” Zainab called out. “Hey, we’re making a quick stop,” she said once she saw she had both of their attentions. This one was not nearly as open as the others, with fabric walls fully on three sides and partially on the front side, leaving only a single opening a few metres wide. Along the fabric wall enclosing it were the words “Dalivi Ponygirls” with a few full sized images of women of various ethnicities in various kinds of pony gear. Zainab led Andrea inside quickly with the other two following closely behind.
The walking and now the quick dash Zainab had done had loosened the final bit of hold her dress had, and as they looked around Zainab noticed the fabric falling forward and exposing her breasts. When she reached down to fix the wardrobe malfunction, Andrea walked around and kissed her. “Don’t with the chain it looks so good,” Andrea pleaded. Zainab didn’t have the heart to disappoint her, and so she simply ran her hand through Andrea’s hair instead.
“So.. I remember you said this stuff actually kind of interested you?” Zainab asked as the two walked over to some of the ponygirls that were set up in small paddocks around the edges of the tent. The three bar fence went up to about their waist, and could be opened by a simple slide bolt, but only if one had hands to do so. Something both Andrea and Zainab doubted very much these ponygirls had.
“Maybe a little messed up.. but yeah it does, what about you Mistress?”
“You know me, I like just about anything. And if you like it well, that’s just extra,” Zainab said as she began to inspect the nearest girl. She stood tall in her pony boots, which looked to be like platform heels without the heel, adding easily seven or eight inches to the woman’s well toned legs. She was encased in tan leather, a web of it covered her torso with a ridged looking waist cinch in the middle. At her clit and at her nipples, there were piercings with small bells at the base. Her neck was held in place by a tall collar that sat on her shoulder underneath the body harness. It kept her head up, prevented her from looking anywhere but up and straight ahead. A hard plastic bit gag kept her mouth open, and was attached to a larger head harness that included blinders. Their hair was fed into a long ponytail that peaked through the headgear near the top of the head and stood out proudly. Reins were attached below the bit and they continued down to the bars to be tied off in a simple knot. Her wrists were folded into tan leather balls that seemed tied shut with laces, and her arms were held in a box tie that attached to her body harness.
“They’re just so.. helpless,” Andrea said as she leaned forward against the gate.
“You girls looking to rent, looking to buy or just looking,” asked a dark skinned man in a vaguely British accent.
“You can rent them?” Andrea asked a little surprised.
“Of course, we have many people who are simply not sure if they would like the responsibility but would like the experience from time to time.”
“While that’s always an option.. I’m just kind of looking right now,” Zainab said as she turned to look at the man.
“Are you really going to keep my hands locked behind me all night?” Andrea asked quietly as they began to peruse. Zainab didn’t respond, she simply put her pinky back under Andrea’s collar and began to lead her around. There were several more woman dressed in near identical clothing to the first one, some leather some latex. The heights, hair color and skin tone were all a little different, but they all seemed to be the same basic outfit. Which made it all the more obvious when after a few girls the outfit did change rather dramatically.
The next kind was much more freewheeling. She wore the same kind of pony boots, and seemed to have the same head-harness but that was where the similarities seemed to end. There was nothing covering her body at all. She was still pierced at the clit and nipple, but a simple ring sat at each without any kind of bell. She had an additional piercing through her septum where a large ring hung down similar to all the other rings. It looked solid enough to clip a small chain to. In fact she even noticed that this woman was not attached to the pen by the reins like all the other girls had been, but by a small chain locking her clit ring to the pen. Her hands were folded on top of each other, but held that way in a tight flesh colored latex that made it look almost like her arms had simply melted into each other.
The tall leggy blond that stood in front of them seemed restless. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, but all the rest of her head had been shaven. Only a small square patch remained over about a third of her head. The other girls were simply content to stay put, this one did not. She didn’t pull on the chain holding her still, the pain from pulling on a clit ring is one Andrea knew to be terrible. But her eyes, her eyes seemed to look about. Her neck wasn’t fastened into anything restrictive. It meant she could only look in front of her due to the blinders, but she could move her head wherever she pleased. A fiery intensity seemed to fill her eyes, beaming out a look of pure defiance. As Andrea’s looks lingered, the girl gave out a grunt and pulled more on the sheath that fused her arms to each other behind her back. It was the same for the tall black woman beside her, the latex matched her skin and she too had a look in her eyes that seemed to want to resist as much as she could.
“You can touch them if you like,” the attendant said as they stopped to stare at the girl. Zainab reached out to grab her ass, but she darted slightly to the side in a futile attempt to try and avoid it. “These are much more spirited. They know.. deep down they know there’s no escape, but they are left with just enough freedom to let them think that might change.”
“And how much do you rent these women out for? I mean I assume these are differently priced,” Andrea asked out of morbid curiosity. Not at the prospect of actually renting one but simply curious how much people would pay for a night with a ponygirl, and what kind of pony was considered most valuable.
“Yes, these are our ‘maverick’ ponies, very spirited for those who like that. There are different classes from least expensive back where you started to our exotic line at the other end. But if it’s a question of cost, we have many options you might find surprisingly..”
“I’m a Tahrini, price isn’t the problem. But my friend and I are just looking around right now,” Zainab said strongly in a clear message that she’d rather not be bothered with a sales pitch any more.
“Very well,” he said with a slightly puzzled look before walking away.
“Which do you like more slave?” Zainab whispered to Andrea before nibbling on her earlobe as she left.
“I don’t know.. I.. Mistress, I don’t know why I find them.. but they’re so helpless.. all of them,” Andrea attempted to answer.
“If I made you into my little ponygirl, would you be a bad or a good pony?” Zainab asked.
“Mmm if it were you asking?” Andrea said before lovingly kissing Zainab. “I think I’d be fine with any of them.”
“Well let’s just see what exactly the exotic ones look like then, maybe you’ll like that too?” Zainab said before leading Andrea forward again by the collar.
After a few more of the very naked and very spirited ponygirls, they came to a very different kind of pony. This one was covered head to toe in latex, with only small openings at the crotch, breasts, mouth and a narrow slit over the eyes limiting their field of vision. Combined with similar headgear as everyone else, it also made it nearly impossible to see their expression. The biggest difference is that unlike the other girls, these did not have their hair in a ponytail, it came out along the central ridge of their head like a mohawk or more precisely like a horse’s mane.
The breasts were massive, not just by the standards of this tent but by any standard. Basketball sized at least. They were slightly red, engorged and stood out proudly, possibly from the tightness of the latex at the base. They wore clit and septum piercings, but none at the nipples. The outfit also seemed to become more rigid at the waist, acting like a corset and exaggerating an hourglass figure in them all.
The latex colored them in different ways, Some in a brown, some with a kind of white and black blotch that looked more like a cow than a horse, one even had zebra stripes. Whatever color the latex, the hair would alway be colored to match the look it was going for. And on the ones meant to look like cows, there was no mane at all, only a small tuft of hair at their head. Andrea wasn’t sure if it was weird that the zebra one had the darkest skin or not, but with the black mane she looked stunning.
There was a part that Andrea didn’t notice at first. The latex covered bodies had no arms. There was no area in the back large enough to hide them, no room for them at their sides, there was simply nothing. “Ok, this is getting a little weird,” Andrea whispered. “Just say you have to go and lets get out of here.”
“I hear you and I agree. Let’s just go back.” Zainab said somewhat loudly. She took a few more scans around before ducking out of the tent and continuing on to the main hall they were now very close to.
“Zee, your dress is falling some more,” Andrea warned as she noticed it slowly sinking down Zainab’s legs as they walked.
“Well it’s not meant to be half worn,” Zainab said as she turned back and looked Andrea in the eye.
“So don’t half wear it.” Andrea whispered. “I mean.. people are going around here in just bikini bottoms, you have panties on right?”
Zainab wickedly grinned and looked around. She pulled her dress the rest of the way off and stuffed it into the small bag she was carrying. It was tight but it fit. There were a few drunken “woooh” screams, but as soon as Zainab turned to look for the originator they stopped. “So you like?” Zainab said as she twirled around with only her body chain and pair of black panties.
“I do like,” Andrea couldn’t help but drool out. “Do you really need the panties?” Andrea asked only somewhat sarcastically.
“You just want to make me a spectacle don’t you?” Zainab asked.
“I just.. I wanna see more of you and I don’t care who’s watching,” Andrea said.
“Well if you don’t care if people stare, how about you wear the dildo thing now?” Zainab said as she started getting it out of its packaging.
“Then you lose the panties?” Andrea asked.
“Promise.”
Andrea felt like she was floating. Each step she took it seemed more people took notice of her and the naked woman leading her around by the neck. Her wrists were helplessly trapped behind her, preventing her from even pretending to cover herself. Inside her ass, the plug darted back and forth as the liquid inside sloshed with each step. Her NESIC had been on for some time, and now, on top of everything, a dildo protruded out from her chin as a vinyl hood concealed her face. There was no mistaking what this flopping dong was or what it was meant for. It was humiliating, but in the best possible way.
As they approached the main hall, Andrea looked around and saw that inside and out of public view there were almost no rules of decorum left at all. Naked men moved about with their hard cocks flopping about as they went. Naked women seemed outnumbered by the men, some decorated in glitter or body chains like Zainab or other shiny things. It was hard to tell at a distance with the low light. The whole building seemed dimly lit in reds and purples, giving everyone enough light to see a little but never enough to see a lot.
The long concourse of the building had soft interlocking mats set down along the bulk of the floor, giving the party goers the chance to comfortably lay down, be barefoot or be on their knees. The main hallway had a second and even third story that left the middle open and airy, forming two wings, held up with vaulted arches and stone columns. Up at the third story, Andrea could see a net bridging the gap between wings at the third floor where people tussled around. The net seemed thin. She was sure it would hold but it looked like it might snap at any moment and bring everyone crashing down. She was excited at the prospect, but nearly dizzy just picturing it.
“Upstairs, upstairs we’ll get more privacy I think!” Zainab said confidently as she led them both to a curved staircase that lead up to the second story. Upstairs did seem much quieter, but also provided quite the view of all the activities going on below. Zainab finally found an alcove, a small nook with a set of stairs that would lead up to somewhere, and sat herself regally down. Well, an attempt at regal at least. She nearly missed the step she was aiming for all together and sliding forward before backing up a little more to get a better seat. She spread her legs and coyly beckoned Andrea to come forward.
Andrea smiled for her part, wanting desperately to finally show her Mistress some proper attention. Andrea knelt at the base of the thin staircase, crawling forward in small increments over her dress to position herself properly. Zainab guided Andrea in, rubbing a hand along Andrea’s hood and guiding her chin mounted dildo exactly where it needed to go.
Zainab grunted as it finally went in, arching her back and pulling Andrea deeper until the dildo was all the way in and Andrea’s tongue could reach her clit. Using both hands, she began to get Andrea into a rhythm, slowly moving in and out, getting close enough for only a flick or two of the tongue before being forced back out of reach. It was obvious that Andrea would rather keep her head buried, but Zainab saw the look of desperation with nearly every downstroke. She couldn’t make herself leave Andrea so satisfied, she simply made far too endearing sounds and squints as she looked up with pleading eyes. Her head danced and floated around, lapping up the pleasure, the love, the everything of the moment.
Zainab pulled back, forcing Andrea back and lifting her head up. She moved the slicked dildo to one side and kissed her deeply. She held Andrea’s head there in both palms, not wanting to come up for air, not wanting to finish. When she finally did, the two hyperventilated at each other, both gasping for breath as they both felt light headed.
Once they were more themselves, Zainab guided Andrea around to take her place on the stairs so that she could finally return the favor. She hiked up Andrea’s skirt and pulled off her white panties, throwing them out into the hall with a smile. Zainab bit her lip as she looked up at Andrea, the dim purple and red were barely illuminating her, but the smile she saw across her face even behind the hood was making her heart feel like it was about to burst. She sprinted down, finding the right spot and pushing herself in. She gave herself the directness she had denied Andrea, leaning her head against Andrea and working her tongue around without otherwise moving. She didn’t need to, the worlds were moving around the two of them.
The whole time they had been in there, sounds came and went. A sudden burst of activity, a somebody running loudly past them, the occasional gag or scream that found a particularly resonant echo. They had become background noise as the two melted into each other's existence. It took a particularly loud whistle originating particularly close for Zainab to look over at all. She saw she now had an audience of two. They were both tall, both had short hair, both had pale skin while only one was a little chubby. As a third and then a fourth person arrived, she pulled back from Andrea, not sure what was going on.
“Well will ya look at this? You got a butt plug in that one and a dildo on her chin! But the other one’s the one in chains?” One of them marveled, causing Andrea to finally close her legs and sit forward to see what was happening.
Zainab tried to stand up but nearly lost her footing and was caught by one of the guys before she could fall down on her face.
“You’re a lot shorter than the others,” one of them said as he walked in closer and began to rub his hand over Zainab’s breast. “But they’re real, pretty big for someone so short I figured they got to be fake.”
“Oh but look at that, she’s basically drippin’ down her legs!” Someone else said pointing out the wetness that was around from when Andrea had been down there.
“How’d you like a real cock to replace that fake one?” the man holding her asked. Zainab could feel his dick pressing against her back and she tried to jerk away. But the room was spinning wildly, the single jerk made the walls begin to tumble and spin around her giving her cause to not make another.
“Oh a feisty little firecracker,” the man holding her said as he walked her over to a padded bench and threw Zainab down over one edge.
Someone began to put their weight down on her back, causing her to open her mouth and breath more briskly to make up for it. She felt someone lining their slick dick up with her pussy. She tried to look behind her but her quick snap of her head forced the building to snap around and around as well. “No.. it’s..” Zainab was able to quietly manage through it all.
“Oh, I guess she’s one of those ‘virgins’ who think anal doesn’t count huh?” one of the observing people said. “I’ll go get her friend,” he continued before walking off.
“Yeah..And..” Zainab tried to say, pleading in her own way for Andrea to come and help as the room wouldn’t stop spinning and words couldn't quite be formed. She felt the cock slide up, pushing its way into her ass lubricated with her own pussy juices. The guy began to pump, which made the room begin to slide forward and backward with her. The feelings were warm and cold, red and blue. The cock filled her ass and slid in and out like a stone skipping along the surface of water.
Then, across from her, Andrea came into view. She was set down at the other edge of the padded bench with her face only a few feet from Zainab’s. The room continued its movement, rocking back and forth as it felt strange and tingly below. The clatter of her chains made a strange melody. Zainab looked down and saw them shaking as the man behind her rocked closer and farther, seeming to tie himself to the rhythm of the feelings down below.
Zainab looked back across, seeing Andrea smiling and biting her lower lip. A man was behind her, holding her wrists still and flying forward and back. Andrea’s skirt was still hiked high and she began to moan. Zainab tilted her head, not.. she tilted.. she was having trouble understanding what was happening. Why they were so high, why they were suddenly so full, why Andrea was smiling so much.
The cushion felt warm as Zainab’s head was pressed against it. The rhythm of the man behind her was intensifying, and for some.. somehow the feelings seemed to be matching. But they felt good, they felt dirty, she could smell her juices on the dildo extending out of Andrea and now just inches from her nose.
“Hey,” Andrea whispered. “I love it when you’re inside me..” she said before returning to a long deep moan. Zainab enjoyed it too. She loved it when Andrea would put on a strapon and fuck her. She loved how dirty it made her feel. She loved how close they were when they did that.
“Mmm I want more,” Zainab moaned. More Andrea. More of the woman she loved. The chains she wore got tighter, they pulled her back, and as she got up she kept her eyes on Andrea. Someone was holding her, she was floating as her hips were held up by hands. Another person walked forward and Zainab fell forward onto him, keeping her eyes locked. Using his bare chest as support while she moaned pleaded with Andrea for more.
She felt a cock, pressing against her from in front of her. She looked forward at the man's face as he slipped his cock deep into her other hole. She felt both men now sliding around her. She wrapped her legs around him since they certainly weren't on solid ground. She was floating, moaning, and feeling the heat of two bare chests pressed against either side.
There was a loud boom of thunder and voice. Zainab turned her head quickly but it only made the room flip around. She felt herself lifted up and the things making all those sensations in her finally both retreated. She was set on the floor, she spread her legs and planted her arms, simply trying to regain her balance as she sat up. Zainab looked up and saw a familiar face, brown and concerned. She knew this person but his name was.. something.
He helped her over, getting her to sit against the padded riser as he placed a hand on her shoulder. She felt a few short slaps to her cheek, bringing the room to equilibrium and making his voice intelligible. “Zainab, are you still with me?” he asked in a caring voice.
“Yeah.. yeah I’m.. here,” Zainab managed to say.
“Is this girl with you?” he asked as he pointed to Andrea who was now seated right next to her leaning against the same box.
“There you are.. “ Zainab said as she leaned over and attempted to kiss her but only managed to poke herself on the chin with the dildo.
“Is there anyone else with you, anyone else I should try and find?” he asked.
“Oh my God Zee!” Andrea suddenly said loudly. “Where’s Sophia!”
“Fuuuuuck..” Zainab said, knowing this was bad but not able to know much more than that at a time.
“Ok, well you’re not in any condition to look for her. I found a bag with a dress I assume it’s yours. I’ll help you into it then I’ll walk you to the barriers to get you a cab.” he said as he placed a clear plastic bag with Zainab’s dress in it in front of them.
“No.. we can’t leave without them!” Zainab said, knowing it was true but not remembering why. “we parked a ba a boat.. bring me us.. there.”
“Do you at least remember which dock you parked at?” he asked.
“The locker code was 5555,” Andrea said, adding what she could to the conversation.
“Uh huh, and do you remember where the locker was?” he asked.
“Um.. it was on the water..” Andrea said, thinking this genuinely added detail.
“Not making this easy are you?” He asked with a shrug.
Andrea and Zainab continued to lean their weight on the strong men who had shown up to help them walk back. Zainab was once again clothed and Andrea once again had her hands free and the mask off. They were left alone as the smaller man these men seemed to work for checked the docks for their boat. He tried to have them come with him the first time, but the shaking of the docks was too much for the girls who were already not on steady ground. Finally, he found it and called for his men to bring them down. Zainab gave a smile as she recognized the boat even through her squinting eyes.
“So there’s a problem,” he said once they were all near the boat. I’m pretty sure this is it, and the locker did open up with 5555, but there were no keys inside.” he explained.
“Wha? No.. bu the keys are in.. and it’s 5555.” Andrea tried to explain.
“Right, but that’s also kind of an easy code to guess. Now, thankfully you got boats parking illegally over there which blocks you in, so no one could drive off in it. But there’s a few empty cups here that says someone’s probably been partying in the boat, and they probably have your keys.”
“Well.. just.. get me there.” Andrea said. With no small bit of effort, everyone got in the boat and sat the girls down.
“Oh my god Ravi!” Zainab said loudly as it finally clicked how she knew this person who had been helping her.
“Yeah, it’s been a while right? Are you just now realizing it’s me? You followed me all this time and you thought I was some stranger?”
“Well no.. no I knew it was.. someone I knew.. but Andrea..” Zainab said, not quite turning her volume down.
“Andrea?” came a voice from behind the shut door of the cabin at the front of the boat. Everyone looked back and saw the door swing open with Sophia quick to climb out.
“Your friend?” Ravi asked.
“Yes, that’s her,” Andrea said with a smile on her face but without getting up. Sophia came out to the back of the ship with Megan following close behind.
“What happened, I said let’s just head back to the ship and you said we should, you said ‘let’s head back.’ The next thing I notice, it’s just me and Megan and I couldn’t find you anywhere. I was freaking out! I didn’t have a phone, you left your phone here, I didn’t have a way to find you, so I just went back to the ship. I figured you wouldn’t leave without coming back here first. We took the keys so we could hide out of sight of all these drunk college assholes.”
“Smart..” Zainab said.
“Well, I’ll just be heading out. I’ll see you later.” Ravi said as he signaled to his men to leave.
“Hey.. thanks..” Zainab said, flipping her head over to look at him.
“No problem, I’m just glad I was able to help.” He said as he finally got off the ship and began walking back towards land, looking back over his shoulder once but never breaking his stride.
“Here, you’re in no shape to drive.. looks like you’re barely staying awake,” Sophia said as she looked Zainab over. She helped her up and guided her down to the front of the boat where she could lay down on a kind of small couch. Megan helped Andrea back who was only nominally in better shape.
“Who was that?” Megan asked.
Zainab smiled a drunk smile as she rested her head against the soft leather cushions of the boat. She closed her eyes before simply mumbling “ my ex-boyfriend.”
So, are the girls ever going to find out what Lea went through? Will Lea ever find out that Sophia is in a good place?
ReplyDeleteNicely written! Another rollercoaster with a soap opera cliffhanger (too soon to tell if it's cheesy or not, we'll have to wait for the next episode, haha)
ReplyDeleteThe pacing was very nice, but Sophia appeared a bit cynical. I wonder if it's a change in personality or her wounds scabbing before they heal. Her contract feels very confusing at the moment, but I don't know if that was intended or not, so I'll wait for a future time before I bring down my justice hammer (it's in silver and has minotaur skull carvings, if you want to know).
And all those "what if"s for Megan...I believe it's high time she gets a taste of what she craves, now that she's in good company and in a place that ostensibly caters to such things.
As for Lea, I have no doubt that she will get runited once she sorts her fellings properly, but the story has thrown us off-course before, so it's up to Jess to put our minds at ease in the following chapters.
I enjoyed this chapter a lot. Thanks for all the effort and keeping us readers eagerly waiting for more! I have to agree that Sophia seemed to be acting somewhat strangely compared to what I would have thought and I am seriously wondering - what is up with that? I mean, good for her, laying down the law and everything, but at the same time, she just got extracted from hell and reunited with about the only family that she has left. I have to wonder if there is something afoot. To be forced into a submissive position for so long, then crated for 47 mind-altering hours, and then to bounce out "guns blazing". I mean, she seems really annoyed at Z - almost seeming to blame her for owning her - when, you know, someone's got to own her. Interesting...
ReplyDeleteThe end was getting pretty surreal pretty fast. A and Z never even seem to have realized that they were being raped, yet. Stay away from drugs, kids!
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I do gatta say, I'm a little surprised people are seeing Sophia as acting out of character. I wasn't intending to write her that way. She did stand up to Zainab, but only after Zainab started threatening to "force her" to do something because of the contract. She didn't end up having a ton to do, A+Z kind of stole the bulk of the show, so maybe that's part of it? She's always been a bit standoffish and without more time being normal maybe that's all that came across.
DeleteI'll try to clarify my point of view, if it helps:
DeleteAs I've said before, one of the things that stand out in Sophia is how she manages to stay in control of herself, despite the situation. On this chapter, she appears afraid of being betrayed and lashes out to Zainab, even though she already knows her a bit, and she knows her relationship with the others, and the threat isn't even done in a bad tone. In other parts she doesn't seem to be so sure of herself, again a bit off-putting from what we've seen her do before.
Regardless of how she feels (afraid, frustraded, angry or otherwise) she wouldn't snap like that unless pushed to the limit, as it happened with Felix. It could be explained by the travel conditions to the island, but it didn't come across that hard taking in account her reactions after the fact.
It just feels like an unjustified reaction for her character, or Zainab's bad joke of controlling her should have been made harsher to result in that response.
It might also be something still to appear in the story. You've mentioned before that something can take a chapter or two to make sense.
But in the end, it might just be as you've said, that the low-profile in the chapter for her resulted in us seeing a kind of interaction that hasn't been seen before.
In any case, let's just rejoice in her reunion with her friends and await patiently for the next chapter.
so next chapter is going back to lea then cause i've notice you like leaving us hanging by not jsut one thread but 2, though sophia being in good hands certainly helped that previous one a bit.
ReplyDeletea curiosity not expect an answer: so will lea be forgetting her feeling for andrea, if not will she try to get andrea, how will that effect zainab she has sophias contract, and could make her life hell as result.
The next one will probably still be in Surda. I know I kind of left Lea, but there's right now just a lot to get through during the week away before spring break ends. And even though Lea's had one story and Surda has had two, more time has passed for Lea already than has happened in Surda.
ReplyDeleteStory telling isn't going to bounce back and forth quite as evenly for the next little bit because almost all the characters and the bulk of the plot is all centered around the same group again. Granted, this early in writing the next parts might change some things, but there just is going to be a bit of an imbalance while they are still separated.
So, Sophia does finish up on Surda, as I expected (but not, as I had hoped, in a Dalal harem or the like!). But wow, with Zainab as her owner (well, technically contract holder) there's plenty of scope for problems. Zainab and Sophia don't exactly get on too well anyway, but what really intrigues me is how Andrea, or indeed all of them, will react to the fact that Zainab needs to use Sophia in some sexual way every day.
ReplyDeleteAnd what about ponygirls? After Andrea's experience in part 8 of nearly becoming a ponygirl for life, why wasn't she freaked out by these ponygirls? Does she actually want to be one fulltime?
I stumbled upon this story a few days ago and finished reading all parts now.
ReplyDeleteSo Sophia and Andrea, whose actions and stupidity sparked the creation of Hannah get a happy ending with african princess.
Lea, the only one trying taking any responsibility for her actions and acknowledging her mistakes, has everything go wrong, ends up in a depression gets raped out of it.
I wish someone came and cured me of my depression with rape. /s
Last time I felt so shitty after reading anything was probably the red wedding. Good job and fuck you.
I'm sorry about that, I certainly wasn't aiming for such a bleak take and I most definitely didn't want to leave readers upset. And for what it's worth this is far from "the end."
DeleteI can see where you're coming from but I also will have to slightly disagree. Lea wasn't "taking responsibility" when she signed up with Felix, she was simply trying to fix things without calling in outside help and without turning herself in which I've mentioned at least twice would have been their best chance at voiding the contract. She tried to do it all on her own, which is exactly how they wound up with Hannah. Lea did that, not Sophia and Andrea.
As for Kiara's handling of Lea, it's not great, but the story only told things from Lea's perspective. From Kiara's perspective, she was checking in, she was trying to get Lea to be responsive, she wasn't eating, she wasn't sleeping, she was wasting away. And she remembered how Lea used to respond when they were at the resort, when she took charge. And when she realizes it's twisting into something else in Lea's head she calls it off.
Rape is.. well it's part of the story. There are lots of situations of it. I try to handle it delecatly, I try not to lean on apologist cleches of "oh but then she started to like it," but I'm not perfect. This is a work of BDSM erotica fiction, sometimes it's consensual sometimes its.. less than. I try to keep things grounded but I know I can't be perfect, no one can.
I apologize if this comes off as.. overly defensive or something. I know, everyone's entitled to their opinions, their take of events, but I sometimes feel like I've spent so much time with these characters I sometimes feel like leaping to defense when I disagree.
I am very flattered you'd compare my work to Game of Thrones, it's one of the best stories I have encountered exactly because there is no "arc" or automatic victory for being the "good guy." It's just people, doing things, in a chaotic universe where actions cause consequences and no one is safe from the consequences their actions create. Lea agreed to work for a casino with less than an hour's thought, without letting anybody know, and without even ensuring 100% that she'd get Lea at the end. I hated doing it to her, just as GRRM hated writing the Red Wedding, but that's the consequence as I see it for what happens.
Wow! Oh... Wait... Is this one of those troll things? OK. Whatever.
DeleteJess,
I could have wasted my time by watching CSI or gone to see some slasher flick. Instead, I chose to read your erotic BDSM story which contains perilous sexual situations. Yes. Often the situations would be particularly awful if they were to occur in real life. I totally understand that this is fantasy fiction. I like that some characters are taken to highs, some are taken to lows, some have good luck - others - bad luck. It's fun to read. If I were not enjoying myself, I really doubt that I would have read 20 long chapters... to do so would probably register as some sort of strange, crazy class of masochism. But, I really have enjoyed reading this story and look forward to more. Good job and thank you!
No.. not a troll thing, just someone bad at getting direct to a point. Also someone who doesn't get many chances to dialogue about the characters they spent so much time creating and might be overcompensating. I didn't really sit back and think before responding just kind of word vomited over everything. I'd love if I could blame it on being under the weather the last few days, but I've made these kinds of lapses in judgment in the best of times too.
DeleteI'm glad you enjoyed it so thoroughly, and I am honestly flattered you'd compare it in any way to Game of Thrones. I'll leave it at that this time.
I am the person who wrote the comment which prompted your long reply, the second anonymous comment wasn't written by me and I assume the troll thing was directed at my post.
DeleteIt wasn't really a troll, but it was worded poorly and I was way too agressive. I apologise for that. The person who linked me this story said that while it can go into very dark places, everything still works out great by the end. Because of this I assumed the story is complete and was expecting kind of a happy ending. When the happy ending didn't come it hit me quite hard as you could probably see from my lashing out. Had I realised the story is still a work in progress, the "stomach punch" might not have been so hard.
In any case, the fact that I felt so strong emotions and read all of it in two sittings shows that you definitely did something right.
As for the "Good job and fuck you.", I meant it as kind of a light-hearted bitter compliment which probably didn't come out right, so I'll try again. Good job and fuck you :)
I'm also looking forward to future chapters and I added your blog to my feed reader so I won't miss them.
Yes, the problem of text, inflections can be misunderstood. I didn't take it hard, and figured it was possibly something similar to what you said. I have repeated that before that this series will mostly end up happy. Not perfect by any stretch, but yes, it's not over just yet.
DeleteThough I also find that as I go, new ideas keep coming so even the original "ending" is more like.. the end of a tv season than the end of a story. I'm glad you enjoyed it so much.. two sittings is impressive. I'm not sure even I could read through all that in just two sittings.
Well, I have a lot to say about this story as a whole. The short version is that it's compelling, if not always enjoyable, I don't tend to look for erotica that jabs be in the feelings, but I was already invested when it happened.
ReplyDeleteBut the last few sections about Andrea, Zainab, and Megan have already had trouble keeping me interested. With Sophia and Lea facing what's basically sexual slavery, the BDSM action involving the rest feel tame and uninteresting in comparison.
And then there's the relationship drama. Lea really feels like the main character to me, having been driving a lot of the events early on. And she's also the character I'm most invested in.
The tension between Andrea and Lea gnaws at me, even if it's far from being touched on. Because of that, "watching" thing progress with Zainab is just frustrating to me. I skipped part 19, as was going to skip this as well before I saw that Sophia was having a conversation with Zainab and realized I missed something important.
Finding out Zainab was the mystery buyer was a bit of a relief, but then I thought "Oh no, poor Lea!" between "bites" of story.
There's already reason enough for Lea to feel betrayed by Andrea and jealous of Zainab. When I think about it, while it might have been possible that someone else decided to buy "Savina," It was probably pretty unlikely for someone besides Lea or Zainab to make an offer Felix would accept. It seems like his grudge and desire to punish Sophia would cause him to value her well over her monetary potential. With that in mind, Lea's plan would have probably succeeded if not for Zainab pulling the rescue attempt out from under her.
And so when I came back to finish reading this part, I couldn't. I just skimmed. There's no way I can care about everyone else having fun or relaxing when I know Lea just had to be dragged out of wanting to sleep forever and has another very personal hit to the heart coming.
Can't say the first Chapter of the girls visiting was interesting to me... lots of skipped things even though Megan being stored away was fun. Thus I was going into this with low expectations until Zainab pulled her hands from the eyes of her friends.
ReplyDeleteFrom there on, the whole chapter was getting much more interesting... not liking the alcohol and drugs or what was done to Andrea and Zainab which both were clear downers in my personal fun. But as with almost any chapter, I had fun considering the whole.
With the gang almost completely assembled, I look forward to the next few chapters, crossing fingers we will see the whole group reunited in the last (unfinished) one and the 1 epilogue we have. Crossing my fingers even more that you will find time and energy to finish the rest at some point.