Oops Chapter 2

"No," Anne said, a small smile on her face, "it's not. It's your choice. But if your choice is to allow me to choose, then I will."

Brynna groaned. "Okay. As long as you're doing the choosing, that's what's important right now."

"Okay. Um. Are you old enough to drive?"

She shook her head. "No. But we can catch the bus wherever we need to go."

Anne hesitated. "I guess we could, but... well, I'd rather not waste that much time. I... we really need to talk. I think you need it more than I do, and I need it pretty badly." She reached over and picked up her purse, pulling out a cell-phone, then stopped. "Oh. Right. Can't use my phone on school property. We need to go across the street, I guess."

Brynna still seemed pretty dazed. "All right, that's fine. Whatever."

Anne reached over and took her hand, the froze. "Um... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be presumptuous. I just..."

Brynna squeezed her hand gently, then released it. "If I can, I'm not going to let you do anything that might hurt you until you're... better. Come on."

"Yes ma'am," Anne whispered.

Outside, across the street, Anne pulled out her phone and dialed. "Angela Thurston. Outside Parker High School. To the mall," she said. "Five minutes? Great!"

"What was that?" Brynna asked, once she'd hung up.

"Getting us a ride, so that we don't have to change buses three times to get to the mall. And... I just realized I have no idea where you live. Will we need a ride from the mall, or is it within walking distance?" Anne asked.

Brynna shook her head. "Not really. Getting a ride how?"

Anne smiled and waved one arm in the air as a cab turned the corner. "Like that."

Brynna frowned, mentally calculating the distance and the cash she'd have left after paying for a set of barbells out of this month's lunch money. "All right," she said reluctantly. "This time." She opened the door of the cab and motioned Anne inside.

The cab drive didn't take long— it was much faster than taking the bus— and when they pulled up to the mall, Anne pulled out a credit card and handed it to the driver before Brynna had a chance to react.

"I'll need to see ID, miss," the cabdriver said, apologetically. "And... I'm afraid I can't take it if it's your mother's card, or something like that."

Brynna gritted her teeth. "That's okay. I've got cash, Anne."

"Oh, no, it's mine," Anne said. "Mom got me one to use so that I wouldn't have to carry cash. Here." She dug around in her purse and handed him what looked like a drivers license with one hand waving the other at Brynna. "Don't worry about it, Brynna. I never spend any of my allowance anyway."

Brynna clenched her jaw and waited. Patience wasn't something she was good at.

It only took the driver a minute to run the card, and then he handed it back to her. She signed the slip and gave it to him. "We're probably going to be here half an hour or so, and we'll need a ride when we're done, if you're still in the area."

The driver smiled at her. "Actually, miss, I was about to take my dinner break. I was just going to hit McDonald's anyway, so why don't I eat in the food court, and you can find me when you're ready to leave? That way, I know I've got a fare when I'm done."

Brynna's cheek twitched as she ground her teeth more, but she waited until they were out of the car to say anything. "I told you," she said quietly, "that I was going to take care of things. That means taking care of you, too, until I can make it right."

Anne looked at her. "I meant it," she said. "I never spend any of my allowance. Well, on books, but that's not that much, and my parents pay for anything expensive, like a calculus book. Look, this is one of the things we need to talk about, okay? Just... don't worry about it right now. It was my idea to take the cab instead of the bus, so I'm the one who should pay for it. And...." She hesitated. "And I want to pay for my own barbells. When you buy me jewelry, I want... I don't want you to do it because you feel guilty."

Brynna's right eye ticked from the tension in her face. "I did the damage. It's my responsibility to fix it, or at least minimize it."

Anne stopped, turning to look at her. "Brynna... please? I want... I want any jewelry I get from you to be... special."

She sighed. "All right. If it makes you feel better."

Anne smiled at her, the expression once again transforming her from merely pretty to something more. "Thank you."

Brynna closed her eyes, blocking out the sight. "Come on," she said quietly. "Let's get this taken care of."

Inside the mall, it took Anne only a few minutes to find all the stores that carried body jewelry. Her next step was a flying visit to each, to find out what they stocked, before returning to the two with the best selection, ruling out the ones that only carried stainless steel and not niobium. Finally, she'd narrowed the selection down to four choices at one store, and looked at Brynna. "Which ones do you think would look best on me?"

Brynna blinked, looking at the selection. Her eyes lingered for just a second on the set of gold colored bars with sparkling emerald green crystals as the end pieces, imagining how it would look. Then she flushed and looked guiltily away. "Whatever you like. It's your choice. It's even your money."

"Yes, but you're the one who's going to be looking at them," Anne said. "So I want the ones you think would look best."

"No. I'm not. I told you I won't hurt you again. No one is going to see them except you... and anyone you want to, later, of course."

Anne smiled. "Like I said. You."

Brynna clenched her jaw again. "We'll talk about that later. But for now, it's just you."

"But which ones to you think would look best on me?"

Brynna wondered briefly if praying would do any good, but decided that she was probably not in God's favor at the moment, what with the whole torturous rape and brainwashing thing, so she didn't bother. "Don't you have a favorite?"

"I can't decide. I mean, I like all of these, but... I'm not very good with makeup, or stuff like that, so I can't really tell what looks best," Anne said. "The whole... what-colors-go-with-what-colors-thing... I don't get it."

Thinking back, Brynna realized that the girl's wardrobe had always been rather monochrome, and simple. And she didn't wear make-up. She was too damned pretty even without it. She decided that a brief prayer wouldn't hurt, after all. The worst that would happen would be she'd attract a lightning bolt, and that would really be an easy way out of this mess. "They're all pretty," she said patiently. "Nothing wrong with any of them, and your coloring goes will with anything except possibly white. So why don't you just pick your favorite?"

Anne blushed.

The prayer? The prayer was for patience and willpower. There was no immediate effect, but no lightning bolt, either. "All right," Brynna said, finally, when Anne seemed determined to make no response. "The gold and green ones."

Anne nodded, and handed them to the clerk. "Thank you," she said softly, while the clerk rang them up.

Brynna waited, then asked, "Now, will you tell me why the question bothered you?"

Anne's blush intensified. "I... um." She lowered her voice. "Because... because I want to know you like them when I... you know."

The image of Anne laying on a bed, naked, bars glinting in her little nipples as she touched herself and moaned invaded Brynna's mind and refused to leave. She closed her eyes and groaned, fighting with herself. "Look, honey, you... I... you can't keep... Fuck." She rubbed her forehead with a trembling hand.

Anne dropped her voice further, quiet enough that Brynna had to strain to hear it, face bright red, glancing at the clerk nervously. "I've... I've done it every night this week, thinking about... about serving you. About being on my knees in front of you, with your hands in my hair...."

Sweat broke out on Brynna's brow, and she swallowed hard. "God help me," she whispered. "Seriously. Please." Then, out loud, "Honey, stop. Please. You're killing me here, okay? I'm going to do what's right, but I'm only human."

Anne looked up at Brynna, the blush fading, a look of... something, not trust, exactly, not awe, not worship, but combining all of those things. "I know you will," she said, softly. "And I'm looking forward to being on my knees in front of you for the first time for real." She held Brynna's gaze for a moment longer, then turned to sign the credit card slip.

Brynna leaned against the wall, eyes clenched shut, wondering if chemical castration worked for female rapists, and if so, how hard it would be to get ahold of the drugs.

They easily found the cab driver in the food court, and fifteen minutes later walked in Brynna's front door, to be greeted by her little sister.

"Where've you been? I got here and you weren't home!" Siobhan said, then stopped, looking at Anne. "Anne? I thought you moved."

"Uh, no," Anne said, blushing.

Brynna muttered, "Shit." She sighed. "Sorry kiddo. I should have left you a message. I got... distracted." She smiled weakly. "So you two know each other?"

"Um, yeah," Siobhan said. "She was in my class for the last couple of months last year. But I haven't seen her this year, so I thought she'd moved away or something."

Brynna went deathly pale. "Oh fuck no you've gotta be kidding me!"

Anne gave her a weak smile, and sighed. "That's... one of the things I needed to talk to you about. Look. Can we sit down, and I'll explain?"

"Explain what?" Siobhan asked.

"Nothing!" Brynna snapped. "I mean... don't you have homework?"

"It's Friday. I can do it tomorrow," Siobhan said, her gaze swinging from Brynna to Anne and back again. "What's going on here?"

"I can explain," Anne said, in a very small voice. "At least part of it."

"Nothing that's any of your business," Brynna said firmly. "And nothing that's... not going to be taken care of. One way or another. Tell you what... how about I give you $10 and you run down to the Starbucks, read, and have a couple of mocha's? We'll talk later, okay? I've got a serious headache and shit I need to get done, like, right now."

Anne looked up at Brynna. "It's okay, Mistress," she said. "I don't mind her knowing."

Brynna clenched her jaw and said through gritted teeth, as Siobhan stared at them in slack-jawed shock, "Well, gee, that's great, but maybe I do, huh?"

Anne's face went dead white. "Oh god," she said in a strangled whisper. "I'm sorry, oh god. I didn't think... I'm sorry, please don't be mad at me, please, I'll be good..."

"Oh god," Brynna whispered, her face ashen with horror as she reached for the girl, instinctively pulling her close. "God. Don't be afraid, honey, please don't," she said, her voice choked. "I'm not going to hurt you, I promise, I swear it. I won't hurt you ever again, you don't have to be afraid."

"What's going on here?" Siobhan asked, as Anne clung to Brynna desperately. "What do you mean you aren't going to hurt her again? And why did she call you 'Mistress'?"

"Something... happened," Brynna choked out. "Something horrible. I don't know how, I don't understand any of it, yet. But she was hurt bad, and it's my fault, and I'm going to fix it. But right now, I need some privacy so that I can try to figure out what happened, okay?"

Anne pulled back. "No," she said firmly. "It wasn't horrible. That's what you don't understand."

"Shhhh..." Brynna pulled her back, unconsciously stroking her hair. "You're not in a position to understand that right now. Not after... everything. You couldn't be, no one could. That's why I'm going to take care of you. It's going to be okay."

Anne pulled back again, looking up into Brynna's eyes. "It already is okay. That's what I'm telling you. But you don't understand, because I haven't had a chance to explain yet."

"Um... Anne?" Siobhan said hesitantly. "Um... you're... um... bleeding. On your shirt."

"FUCK!" Brynna pushed her back, looking down at her, horrified. "Shit shit shit... how bad are you hurt?"

Anne looked down at the quarter-sized splotches of red on her white shirt and winced. "Ow! Um. Not bad, I don't think. I didn't notice it till I looked at it, any way." She looked back up at Brynna apologetically. "I must have twisted the pins when I grabbed on to you or something. I'm sorry."

"Um... pins?" Siobhan asked.

"You're sorry?" Brynna shook her head, her eyes glassy with tears. "God... honey, go... go on to the bathroom and... and take care of yourself. I'll find you something to wear. Just be careful. Don't hurt yourself more."

Anne bit her lip, looking up at her.

"What's wrong?" Brynna asked. "It's going to be okay, honey. You're going to be fine." Her voice held an edge of desperation.

"I...." Her voice was small. "I was kind of hoping maybe... maybe I could get you to do it?"

"What?" Brynna stared at her. "Why the hell would you want that?"

"Because I'm yours," she said softly.

Brynna moaned and shook her head in mute denial. "No. You're not property. I'm not going to hurt you more. I'm not going to touch you. You're not in any state to consent to anything right now... if at all, I mean, how old are you, anyway?"

Anne looked up at her. "I'm twelve. Please, Mistress?"

"Oh god. Oh fuck me. Shit shit shit..." Brynna leaned back against the wall. "I... can't deal with this. I shouldn't be dealing with this. I don't know how to. It's just going to make things worse. I... need to call the police. Vahna, get the phone."

"The police?" Siobhan asked, as Anne crumpled to the floor, crying. "Why do you need to call the police? What's going on?"

Brynna says, "Fuck." Brynna knelt down and gathered the girl up in her arms. "Shh... shhh, honey. I'm sorry. God, I'm so sorry. But I can't do this, I can't give you the help you need, and... and I'm dangerous. I need to turn myself in. You're not safe with me running loose.""

Anne wrapped her arms around Brynna's neck. "No! No! You don't understand!"

"Yes, I do," she said calmly. "You're just saying what I... what I programmed you to say. You've been hurt too much to say anything else. I know you think these feelings are real, but it's brainwashing, pure and simple, and you can... can recover from it. But not with me loose. You'll never feel safe with me loose. God, you're so young..."

Anne grabbed ahold of Brynna's head with both hands and kissed her, hard, forcing her tongue into her mouth.

Siobhan stared. "What the hell?"

Brynna pulled carefully away, gently prying Anne's hands off of her. "You've been hurt," she repeated, firmly. "You need help. Not more abuse. Vahna, the phone, please."

"No," Anne said, taking a deep breath. "Not until you let me explain. Please."

Brynna closed her eyes and sighed. "You can explain, if it makes you feel better. But you're not going to change my mind. I'm going to turn myself in, and confess everything, and then they'll know what sort of help you need and can find it for you."

"Explain what? That you're either a telepath or a witch? They won't believe you," Anne said. "Look. I've had a lot of time to think about this, okay? Would you please talk to me before you decide you're a horrible person?"

Siobhan was standing motionless in the middle of the room. "I don't understand any of this," she said plaintively.

"I'll just tell them what, subjectively happened, without telling them how. It doesn't matter how it happened," Brynna said. "It just did. They'll still arrest me. They'll still take care of you. They don't have to look for evidence when I'm confessing to the crime."

"I'll tell them you didn't do it. That I was just trying to attract your attention."

"They won't believe you after I tell them about the conditioning. They'll understand why you'd think you had to protect me," Brynna said. "So if you do, then that'll just serve to really convince them of how much you need help."

Anne smiled at her. "When would you have had a chance to condition me? I can prove we've never been together for more than a little bit at a time before now."

"Damn it!" Brynna grabbed her shoulders, giving her a little shake. "This is for your good, don't you get it? Stop fighting me!"

Anne slumped. "Yes, Mistress. But I believe you're wrong."

"I'm not wrong. I've studied these things. I don't know how it happened, but I do know the sorts of problems it can cause, and you're exhibiting them all, textbook perfect."

"Mistress, would you let me explain?" Anne asked. "Would you please, please listen with an open mind, and actually think about it?"

"I said you can explain. But I can't conceive of anything that would change my mind," Brynna said.

"Can we... Can we sit down? And... please. Especially if you don't think you're going to change your mind could you... could you do them? So that at least I have that to remember?"

"Honey... Once you're well, you won't want to remember anything to do with me," Brynna said gently.

Anne looked at her steadily. "Yes. I will."

Brynna groaned. "All right. But only because I know about piercings and can maybe do it without hurting you. And then you can say what you need to say before I call the police."

Siobhan just watched them, looking from one face to the other uncertainly.

"Okay." Anne stood, moving away from Brynna slightly, and pulled her shirt off over her head without hesitating. "They're in the bag over there."

Siobhan gasped, turning pale, and crossed her arms over her chest. "Oh my god!"

Brynna winced. "Sis... I need you to go down to the bookstore or something until it's time for Mom to get home. I don't want you to be here when the police get here, and Anne and I need to talk. A lot. Go ahead and take all the money from my bag and get whatever you want... I won't be needing it. Please trust me, and do this for me."

Siobhan looked at Anne's nipples, and at Brynna, and at Anne, and then straightened and walked over to her sister. "No," she said, taking one of Brynna's hands between her own. "I'm not running out on you. You're my sister. I don't understand what's going on here, but I'm not running out on you."

Brynna squeezed her hand. "It's not running out on me. It's taking steps to be here when Mom gets home so it's not explained to her by a cold, rude call from some bored cop. Or... in the paper," she added grimly. "Don't worry about me. I'm going to be fine. They'll probably lock me up with the crazies, not in the normal max security setup."

Siobhan shook her head. "No. Not till I know what's going on."

"Once I know, I'll tell you, okay? But I don't know yet, and... I can't talk about it with you here. I know that's not fair, but it's true."

Siobhan set her jaw. "No. It's about sex, isn't it?"

"No!" Brynna snapped. "It's about rape, which isn't even vaguely the same thing. Now get."

"No, it isn't," Anne said. "You just think it's about rape because you haven't listened to me yet!"

Brynna ground her teeth together. "You're twelve. It's rape."

"No, it isn't," Anne said calmly. "You've never even touched me sexually."

"As is frequently pointed out, rape isn't a crime of sex, it's a crime of violence, and it's 99% mental, anyway. Physical brutality is just the icing on the cake."

Anne rolled her eyes. "Well, you've never touched me like that, either. Look." She sat down on the couch. "Why don't I explain, okay?"

"Not until you're taken care of and dressed again, and we're alone," Brynna said.

"No," Siobhan said. "You aren't shutting me out again. I'm not going anywhere."

Brynna growled, clenching her fists. "Look. Could both of you please stop arguing with me? Please? This has definitely been the worst week of my life, and I'm trying to take care of things, and I just need you to work with me here! Please!" Her voice rose a bit with each word, and by the end she was practically yelling.

Anne dropped her eyes to the floor, but Siobhan remained defiant. "No! You already did it once, you aren't doing it again!"

"What? What the hell are you talking about? Look honey, you know I trust you," Brynna said. "If there were anything you could do, I'd let you help, but there isn't. And this is not only private, it's something that I am deeply ashamed of, and I flat out can't discuss it with an audience. Period. So I need you to help me by giving me some privacy, and by being there for Mom, because this is going to be hard enough on her, and if she got here and not only was I locked up but they'd taken you into protective custody... I don't even know what she'd do, understand? It'd be too much for her. I need you to take care of her, okay?"

"After the bath last year! You wouldn't hardly talk to me for a month, and you keep acting like I have the plague or something if I'm not dressed up like a nun!"

Brynna groaned, burying her face in her hands. "Sweetheart, I... that shouldn't have happened. And it was my fault, not yours. And I'm sorry, but I need you to not talk about it, because if they find out, they'll take you away from her because she 'allowed' it to happen. But what I did to Anne was much worse, and I promise they'll lock me away even without your charges. They won't need them, but Mom will need you when it comes out that I'm a pervert and a pedophile."

Siobhan stared at her for a moment, puzzled. "Charges? What are you talking about? What do you mean it was your fault?"

"It was obviously a... a sign. I should have paid more attention, maybe seen a psychiatrist, something, then none of this would have happened," Brynna said miserably. "I'm so sorry. There's obviously something wrong with me. Sick. Broken. Disgusting. I'm not safe to be around little girls."

"Wait," Siobhan said slowly. "You think... you think you did something wrong? Took advantage of me?"

"Of course," Brynna said. "Look, honey... I'm sorry. If it wasn't for Mom, I'd say go ahead and tell anyone you want, but... it's got worse, and I have to go away, and she needs you. I'll find some way to make it up to you, someday, just do this one thing for me now, please."

Siobhan pulled back her arm without warning, her face expressionless, and slapped Brynna as hard as she could. Brynna didn't move, just nodded. "That's fine. I deserved that. But it doesn't change anything. I need you to be here, not in protective custody. And I need time alone to fix what I messed up."

"How dare you!" Siobhan said, glaring at her. "What? Do you think I'm stupid? Do you think I don't know what sexual abuse is? Of course I fucking do! If I'd objected, I'd have broken your fucking fingers! I liked it! God damn you, you fucking bitch! I've spent the last fucking year wondering what the hell I did, if maybe I acted like to much of a fucking slut, and it's all because you think I'm some sort of fucking baby who can't fucking say no? Fuck YOU!"

Brynna gritted her teeth again. "I know you didn't object. That doesn't make it okay, and I knew that, but the fact that it was at least consensual was a great comfort until this week. I thought maybe it was just a... a normal developmental phase. Nothing to be upset about. I didn't recognize it as part of a dangerous pattern, and that was a big fucking mistake."

Siobhan set her hands on her hips. "God damn you! Who the fuck gave you the right to ignore what I wanted, huh? Damn you, you made me come better than I've ever managed on my own, and I wanted to do it again! I still do! If you don't want to, fine, but if you're going to get up on some fucking holier-than-thou you-didn't-have-a-right-to-say-yes fucking martyrdom fucking hobby horse I'm gonna fucking kick your ass!"

"Vahna. Shut up, will you? You have a right to say whatever you want. I was in a position of authority and so had no right to take you up on it, no matter what. In fact, I had a responsibility not to, and I blew it. But it wouldn't be... well, it'd still be wrong, but it wouldn't be that big of a wrong, I thought, since you weren't hurt, but because I thought that, now someone else has been hurt. Badly hurt. So much so that I'm scared to death that they won't be able to help her. Do you understand?"

"No. I don't. Because it wasn't wrong, okay? And if you're wrong about what we did being wrong, then maybe you're wrong about what you did with her being wrong too, because you haven't even fucking let her explain, you just keep telling her it's wrong for her to feel that way, and FUCK YOU!" Siobhan's voice increased in volume with every word, and by the time she finished she was yelling at the top of her lungs.

Anne said, her voice just loud enough to be heard, "I was diagnosed with leukemia when I was four."

Brynna turned to stare at her, stunned. "W-what?"

Siobhan froze, looking at Anne, as the topless girl repeated, "I was diagnosed with leukemia when I was four. It's been gone for three years now, but I'm not considered 'cured' until it's been five years. Right now I'm just in remission." She looked up at Brynna. "Will you sit down and let me explain now?"

Brynna collapsed where she stood, folding down into the floor and then hunching over her crossed ankles, moaning. "Oh god. Go... go ahead."

Siobhan sat down next to her sister, instinctively groping for her hand, grasping it tightly. "P— Please," she said, stumbling.

"I was diagnosed when I was four. I'd been sick constantly for a couple of months, so the doctor did a test, and... that's what came back. I was in and out of the hospital for five years. I spent two years straight in the hospital when I was seven and eight. I..." Anne swallowed. "I almost didn't come out. Several times. There were... lots of tests. Blood samples, tissue samples, bone marrow samples..." She shuddered. "Do you know how they take bone marrow samples?"

"Yes," Brynna said tightly.

"They use a needle," Anne continued, as if she hadn't heard. "A big one. Several inches long, and about this thick." She held up her fingers, a quarter inch apart. "I was on lots of pain drugs. Even with those, it hurt." She swallowed. "That's why... that's why I'm so afraid of needles."

Siobhan's eyes were riveted on Anne's breasts. "Oh my god," she whispered.

Brynna closed her eyes.

Anne nodded absently. "When I was nine, they said the leukemia was gone. But there was a problem. My immune system was... messed up. And there were other problems, things they'd noticed when I was in the hospital that last year. Did either of you watch Firefly when it was on?"

Brynna shook her head. "We don't really watch television," she whispered, apologetically.

"In the pilot episode, there's this doctor. He's explaining to the crew of the ship about his sister. He tells them," She closed her eyes, as if remembering, "'I am very smart. I went to the best Medical Centre in Osirus - top 3% of my class. I finished my internship in eight months. Gifted is the term. So when I tell you that my sister makes me look like an idiot child, I want you to understand my full meaning. River was more than gifted........ she was a gift.'" She opened her eyes, looking at Brynna. "I'm River, only without the weird experiments driving me crazy. My IQ is well over two hundred. They don't honestly know what it is; it's too high for them to measure. I read calculus books for fun. I can calculate tensor equations in my head. I don't sleep. An hour or two a night, maybe, if I'm bored. I haven't for years. According to the doctors, I should have been both dead and incurably insane years ago. And my leukemia could come back at any time."

"Okay," Brynna said carefully. "I understand that that could make you more mature than any normal 12 year old. If my only problem were your age, I would have to rethink things. But it's also pretty certain to have made you way, way more vulnerable, emotionally and psychologically. Just as they suggested."

Anne doesn't look away from Brynna. "I could live to be eighty or ninety. Or I could be dead six months from now." She bit her lip. "I've had a laptop for several years. I could take it into the hospital a lot easier than a bunch of books. So I've done a lot of reading." She ducked her head, then raised it back, though the effort it took was visible. "I learned about masturbating when I was eight."

Brynna nodded. "That's understandable. You were stuck in bed."

"Do you know when I had my first orgasm?"

"That's not any of our business," Brynna said.

"Monday night. When you made me come."

Siobhan gasped, then frowned. "Wait. She was home Monday night."

Brynna closed her eyes. "I'm sorry. That's not the way anyone's first time should ever be. I didn't know. I never would have let myself think those things if I'd know you were... were feeling it, that it was real to you."

"Then thank god you didn't," Anne said simply.

"No." Brynna shook her head. "You don't understand. That should not have happened. It was supposed to be a fantasy, not real. I never wanted to really hurt you, really force you and break you. The idea of anyone doing that, for real is... is sickening. It's just so damned wrong. People who do it deserve no mercy. None."

"Brynna," Anne said, leaning forward. "I had never come. In four years of trying. I kept getting close, enough to know that it would be really good, but I. Never. Came. Until Monday. If that hadn't happened, it's completely possible that I would never have come. Because I might be dead six months from now."

"No! You've already beat the odds. It's in remission. And... and it doesn't matter. The orgasm isn't the problem. It's the rest of it that's... totally unacceptable. Sick. Depraved. You should have had the chance to find someone who would treat you right for your first time. Someone who would have been gentle, and caring, not... not..." Brynna's voice choked off, and she just shook her head.

"Someone who would have just made me come instead of possessing all of me, body, mind, and soul? Someone who wouldn't have touched every part of me? Someone who wouldn't have made me understand what I wanted, what I needed, deep down inside, so that there would have still been a part of me unfulfilled, instead of someone who gave me what I needed, someone who left me completely fulfilled?"

Brynna drew her knees up to her chest and hid her face against them. "No. That's what you were made to think. Torture will break anyone. You didn't deserve that. You didn't deserve to be forced. Abused. Tortured. And now you feel like you need it, and that's my fault and I don't know how to fix it and after you've been through so much it's just fucking not fair!"

Anne sighed, standing up. "I think there's something I need to show you."

Brynna shook her head mutely.

Anne nodded. "Where's your bathroom?"

Brynna sighed, and pointed the way.

Anne took several steps, then stopped, turning back. "Come on, I need to show you."

Brynna stared at her for a few seconds more, then nodded reluctantly and climbed to her feet to follow.

Anne walked into the bathroom, then turned to face Brynna. "It wasn't ever easy for me. I tried it the first time out of curiosity, and if I hadn't been so bored and stubborn, that probably would have been it." She unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor, revealing the fact that she hadn't worn panties. She was nude, except for her socks and shoes. "But the story made it sound like there was something great, and I got close enough that I could tell that there was something, something I couldn't quite reach."

Her stripping brought Brynna out of her daze. "Honey, stop. What are you doing?"

"Showing you something." She kicked off her shoes and bent over, pulling her socks off. "I never got very... you know. Wet. Not easily."

Brynna groaned. "Anna, please stop. You don't need to show me anything."

"I do. Please, Mistress."

Brynna flinched. "All right," she whispered.

Anne turned around and bent at the waist, revealing her nearly-bare cunt, before stepping into the tub and turning back to face Brynna. "You made me do things I never thought I'd do. Things I didn't even know existed."

Brynna groaned again. "Oh god, please... H-honey, you shouldn't have know they existed. They're not... not normal things. Not things that... Most people aren't like me. Most people wouldn't have hurt you." She shuddered. "Normal people don't get off on pretty little girls crying," she said hoarsely.

Anne took a deep breath, and then began pissing in the tub, never looking away from Brynna. "I liked them. No. That's not right. I didn't like them. But I liked being made to do them. I liked knowing I was pleasing you. Do you know when I had my second orgasm?"

Brynna fell to her knees, wrapping her arms tight around her chest and rocking back and forth, shaking. "Please..."

"The... dream, or vision, or whatever it was ended with me licking a couple of drops of piss off of your foot. then I woke up." Anne leaned forward, grabbing the toilet paper, and wiped. "And then I shoved my hand between my legs, and, for the first time in my life, I made myself come. And I've done it every night since." She threw away the paper and took some more, wiping and then holding it out. "See? Dry."

"Anne..." Brynna's voice was thick, husky. Pleading, almost, but with an edge of warning, too. "Don't do this."

Anne looked at her. "Please. You won't understand until I show you."

"You don't understand. You don't know what you're doing to me. This is dangerous."

"I understand." Anne didn't look away. "But you don't. Not yet. Let me show you? Please?"

"Show me what?" Brynna asked, forcing the words through her tight throat.

Anne knelt, gracefully, leaning forward. "This." She began to lap at the piss in the bottom of the tub.

Brynna groaned, a heartfelt, tortured sound, and slid forward. She reached into the tub and wrapped her hand in the girl's hair, dragging her head up. She stared down at her, hand twisting unconsciously, wrapping the soft hair around her fingers. "You have to stop this," she whispered shakily. "You're going to get hurt."

Anne slipped two fingers between her legs, then brought them up, shining and wet. "I'm soaking. I'm soaking wet, just from this."

Brynna has disconnected.

The housekeeper arrives to cart Brynna off to bed.

Brynna has arrived.