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“Because you’re not a boring, common slave? - Call me Eden or Mistress when I tell you so.” She replied. “Want to get out of your cell, Marianna?”
“I suppose so. Understood.” Marianna nodded, and then moved towards the bars. “That would be preferable.” She added, the other woman was attractive and Marianna was tired of the crying.
“Well, that can be certainly be arranged.” He smirked watching her disappear into his bedroom, following closely behind. “Let’s see just how much you want out of the cells then.”
Marianna thought about pointing out that she hadn’t decided that this was the preferable option yet. But she decided she would rather leave the option open. “Would do you desire of me Master Reese?” She asked, trying to sound less cold than usual.
“Then I’ll probably take you out for longer. At least that way you can avoid the whining of the other slaves. That’s the good thing about having relatively soundproof walls.” He smirked, as she looked around the surroundings. “That depends on how you want to proceed. If you wanted to shower, I wouldn’t mind watching. Otherwise, my bedroom has all the fun toys.”
“It would be preferable for my life to exist outside of the whining and crying. I really cannot overstate my frustration with my fellow slaves.” Marianna mused, then with a slight shrug started towards the bedroom. “I have no desire to stall anything.” She told him, and disappeared through the door with a flick of red hair.
“I find that’s the best way I can make an informed decision.” He smirked, nodding his head thoughtfully. “Don’t let it be said I’m entirely selfish.” Jim chuckled as he closed the door behind them both. “In this instance, I doubt it will be a problem.”
“What happens if you find it a positive experience?” Marianna asked, while she hadn’t considered it a possibility he seemed to find some sort of amusement in her. For reason unknown to her. The redhead took the opportunity to look at her surroundings. “Where do you want me?” She asked.
“Not yet. I’ll reserve judgment until the end.” He shook his head, knowing it would have been quite terrible. “Oh, some places were just terrible for slaves. Even I was surprised how inhumane the conditions were.” He chuckled a little. “Well, if I ever find a slave to punish I’ll be sure to invite you along.” He nodded his head thoughtfully as he entered his apartment. “I think I can work with that.” He had no problem with both of them enjoying themselves.
“Oh good, I do like a man who can conduct a balanced experiment.” Marianna responded keeping her deadpan tone. “That is a rather charming suggestion.” The redhead cracked a smile at that proposition. “Good to hear, I do prefer to enjoy sex if it can be helped.”
Delilah sighed, at least this conversation was somewhat familiar. Although out of their siblings- Marianna was not one of the ones that Lil got on with well. Despite being together immediately before the dark cell and bars, Delilah wasn’t this sister’s biggest fan- and now they were here in perpetual cages. “So is your attitude.”
“What do you want me to do Delilah, start blowing sunshine from my every pour?” Marianna chided. “Because there is absolutely no chance that i will be partaking in that.” The younger of the two wished that she had not chosen to spend her time helping Delilah return earrings. It had been a foolish move in hindsight. Now she was suck with her
“It’s always been a dull and irritating experience for you, hasn’t it?” Lil butted in with a delicate disdain that she often held for her sister. The attitude that Marianna lived her life with was counterproductive to living, in her eyes.
“Yes. I find other peoples emotions to be tiresome and less than practical.” Marianna replied with a sigh. At least the bars separated her from her sister at present.
“Definitely a positive statement. If I wanted every other slave out there, I wouldn’t have taken you.” He nodded his head. “There are, but this one seems to be the most organized.” He chuckled nodding his head. “That’s an admirable goal in a place like this. What do you think you need for your sexual pleasure? Are you really the sadist you claim to be?”
“True enough, though you could already be regretting this choice.” Marianna drawled. “Interesting I would have enjoyed comparing the different styles.” She mused, and flipped her hair off her shoulder. “Oh it’s amusement I find in other peoples pain. As I said I enjoy sexual submission. I enjoy humiliation, spanking, roleplay, praise and bondage.”
The more he talked to Marianna the more intrigued he was by her. “You’re definitely not like the other slaves.” He nodded his head. “I’m new here too, but not new to places like this. It’s good you’re not an idiot. I have no use for dull slaves.”
“Is that a positive statement or a negative one?” The redhead questioned, taking in her surroundings. “Interesting, are there many places like this? I heard rumours. I’ve been accused of being statue-like but not dull. I know what I enjoy, and despite my slave status I believe I can achieve my own sexual pleasure while here. If I surpass my irritation with my cell mates perhaps I can find fascination in their suffering.”
“Oh, you’ll see it sooner or later. I wouldn’t have guessed you would have a sadistic side.” He smirked starting to lead the way to his apartment. “I have to say, you seem quite adjusted to being a slave. Have you been here long?”
“Good. Screams of pain are a much more pleasant sound than whining or crying.” Marianna shrugged, her face settled back into it’s usual deadpan. “I arrived this morning. But I’m not new to sexual submission, nor am I an idiot.”
“Your attitude..I love it already. - What’s your name, darling.”
“Thank you, I believe people often find me alarming. Marianna, do you require a title of some kind?”
She was cold, to be sure, but Jim was more than willing to see just how cold she would remain. “The way some people act around here, you’d think they liked getting punished.” He smirked, getting a guard to open the cell for her. “Master Reese will do just fine for now.”
“I hope they keep it up, I like to see when other people get punished.” The redhead told him with a smile. She slipped out of her cell. “As you wish Master Reese.” She responded neatly.
“It actually goes more like, Bob man this isn’t funny, or whatever your friends name is. Some people think their parents sent them here thinking their in jail” She told the girl shrugging. “I’ve been here about two months now”
“Interesting, people have so little faith in those closest to them. I find that rather amusing.” The redhead pondered. “I suppose that’s been pretty shit.”
“I take it you’re here to study the human condition? I have to say there has to be an easier way.” He smirked looking around. “I insist. It shouldn’t be a problem if you’re so indifferent.”
“You caught me.” Marianna replied her face unchanged, “Fine. Cooperation is the smarter route. I have no interest in getting punished, it seems like a waste of my time.” To prove her point Marianna moved towards the door to her cell. “Do you require some sort of title?”
“You’re quite right it does.” He chuckled with a shake of his head. “Oh, I don’t think that’s true at all. At the very least, I have to learn from experience. That’s just the way I am.”
“I usually am right. I don’t make observations I don’t believe in, unless I find them amusing.” Marianna shrugged, and flipped her hair off her shoulder. “If you must, I’m indifferent either way.”
“Get use to it. Won’t get any better.”
“I didn’t think so, I imagine the objections are pretty non stop. Perhaps eventually someone will cut out their tongues.”
“This is actually the part where you think this is all some kind of sick joke, and then when you realize it’s not, you beg for freedom” Sieanna joked. “Names Sieanna”
“Ah.. should I say something like. Why am I here? I’m not a slave.” Marianna asked a cold smile spreading across her features. “Pleasure, have you been here long?”
