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life. He didn’t act like he noticed, but I knew he could smell it.
    He put the container in a metal box mounted on the wall and pressed about ten different buttons. The box whirred to life and a couple of seconds later, it buzzed. Sir opened the box and handed me the container of food, then went back to the couch to look at the computerized screen again.
    I stared at the container in my hands until finally I had to set it down on the table. It was too hot to hold. How could food get that hot that fast? It was like magic. We didn’t have anything like that in the city.
    When I’d finished eating, I found the place dirty dishes were supposed to go and tried to slip past Sir back into the bedroom where I could be alone. But he wasn’t having any of that.
    “Belle?” He’d caught me in mid-tiptoe like I thought I was sneaky.
    “Yes, Sir?”
    “Come lie down on my lap while I read.”
    I edged over to him and did what he asked, even more conscious of my nudity than I’d been a few minutes before in the kitchen. He positioned me so that I was lying on my back—which hurt a little still, but I didn’t say anything. He arranged me so my legs splayed, open and vulnerable to his touch or gaze. Then he started to pet me, his hand stroking over my breasts, across my belly, between my thighs.
    About twenty minutes into this, Master appeared in the cave entrance with a cloth bag, whose contents were a mystery. I started to close my legs and pull away. I knew Master had said they were both free to touch me whenever they wanted, but I still felt like I was doing something wrong by lying there and letting someone else stroke me.
    “Annabelle,” Master said, his tone warning, “open.”
    I didn’t have to ask what he meant, and my thighs fell back open. I burned and squirmed under his gaze. There was a certain level of stimulation involved in being bare to the gaze of others, of being touched in places you’d always felt were private and only open by invitation. But Master’s presence in the room took me from mild excitement to a throbbing, wet mess. I knew Sir had spotted the difference, because his finger was rubbing directly against my slit.
    But he showed no signs of being offended that he wasn’t the one who called forth that strong reaction. He was still reading his screen, pressing buttons every few minutes with his free hand. I assumed whatever he was reading kept shifting to something else when he pressed a button. It made me think about how much technology we’d lost.
    Sir’s finger pressed inside my opening, dragging the moisture out of me, and then stroking over my excited clit.
    “You will come for my brother like a good slut, do you understand?”
    “Yes, Master.” The order had made me even more aroused, and Sir just laughed and shook his head, still engrossed in whatever he was reading.
    I was working for it now, moving my hips up to meet his fingers like some filthy whore, grinding, squirming because there was something so wrongly erotic about Master insisting I get off with Sir, while Sir seemed more interested in a book he was reading. I’d given myself over to the wildness. I guess it was my new way of fighting back. Becoming determined to enjoy myself so they couldn’t break me to the point where I couldn’t escape later. If I reveled in it, I remained in control. At least in my own mind, even if nowhere else.
    “Do you think my mate will be this horny?” Sir asked as I let out a moan.
    I looked over to Master, who shrugged. “It’s hard to say, but I know you’ll find the right one.” He turned his attention back to me. “Now, Annabelle, don’t dawdle. I need you relaxed and sated for what we’re about to do.”
    My eyes shifted to the mystery bag, and my fear rose from my belly up into my throat, lodging there, a painful little lump. He moved closer, dropping the bag, which fell open to reveal something large and phallic-shaped. Oh dear.
    He loomed, his shadow spreading over me like