18+ Private A New World

[Ava Starlight]

The best way to describe Ava's, no Petra's, new situation was overwhelming. From the moment she'd been let down from the place where she'd been hung to suffer a painful, icy death, it had been one first after another for the unfortunate young woman. The scary man and woman who rescued her at mistress Frankie's request said that if she'd been out there much longer, it would be a wonder if her fingers and toes would be whole. They'd been numb for a while, the tips starting to blacken from exposure to the elements. It had hurt her until she screamed, but they'd carefully warmed her until the life came back to her deadened hands, though the man had grumbled about it the entire time. Perhaps Petra wasn't the type of woman worth saving normally. She could believe that.

At first, she'd tried to win them over with her usual tricks, even when she'd been too weak to really present herself sensually or do much more than offer to service them with clumsy fingers. It hadn't worked. If anything, they just seemed disgusted. Petra had to assume it was because she was hideous now from her inability to do anything right. It was her own fault that she had to go hungry for so many days. Her caretakers told her as much. They attempted to feed her even a little, but Petra could only stomach small amounts at a time before growing queasy. When flirting and propositions hadn't worked to help them favor her, Petra ultimately lapsed into silence, wide-eyed and fearful as she followed in their wake.

The plane ride, as they called it, was even more terrifying. She needed to buy new clothes first of all, and after an attempt to buy a dress appropriate for a woman of her status, Petra ultimately ended up in a baggy sweater and jeans. As the scary woman put it, there were way too many people staring at her ribs, her gaunt cheeks, and her sunken skin stretched tight over her bones. Then, once that was over, and as Petra had to hitch up the jeans every few steps as they sagged even with a belt, she had to ride on a plane surrounded by people. The small seats were almost comforting in a sense, feeling more like her room.

Finally, they arrived in a place called "America" and Petra sat in nervous silence as they drove to Frankie's house. She looked at the door with a slight tremble. This was all that separated her and mistress Frankie. What was going to happen to her? Was there a new room waiting for her? Petra licked her lips as she tried to prepare herself to service her new caretaker. If she wanted to be a good secretary, she had to prove that she could be everything Frankie desired...

 

[Francesca Amauri]

Crow had kept her updated through text about Petra's status, including her actual name and the state of her body. The sexual advances had been mentioned with frustration, both Johnny and Crow feeling gross over it but feeling more vindicated that they'd made a proper example of Vincent and Matteo. The girls forced to watch had screamed and cried during the whole thing, but they were sure to use that new trauma to fuel rumors that would stop someone from taking their place. At least for a little while.

Frankie had kept busy during their travel, getting with her contacts to secure a green card for the girl. It wasn't cheap.

As they neared her home, dinner was already finishing on the stove. Wine was already aerating in a bucket of ice, the table was set, and she was just relaxing as much as she could for a few moments, smoking a cigar. Finally, there was a familiar knock at the door and Frankie was there within a breath, opening it to see the three of them. She smiled and exchanged pecks to the cheek with Crow and hugged Johnny before waving them in, stopping again as Petra tried to pass. She place her hand on Petra's cheek and shook her head,

"Raven told me you've been having trouble eating. We'll fix that, but just take it slow. You're in a better place now, and this is going to be your new home, okay? You have a lot to learn and unlearn, but right now we're just going to have dinner and you're going to do your best to make yourself comfortable." Fire still burned in her over what had been done to the girl, but she reminded herself that the two that did it were already taken care of.

With that, she guided the girl into the dining room and retrieved the remainder of the food to set the table, Raven and Johnny lighting up with smiles like they were being fed by their mothers for the first time in years. The table showed caesar salad, cheesy breadsticks, and a lasagna that was steaming heavily as Frankie cut the first piece for herself, then served everyone else their slice.

"God, Frankie, I've missed this. Look at that!" Johnny said, turning his plate and relishing the mere sight of it, "Mmh!" He didn't even care that it burned to eat right now, he couldn't wait and took a bite, swallowing before offering a question, "So we never asked her but, where did the two of you meet?"

"A game called TerraSphere."

"You play that? I'd heard about it, but games aren't really my thing. I didn't think they were yours, either."

"House arrest gets awfully boring, unfortunately. It helps to pass the time."

"That's fair."

"This is so good, Frankie, thanks for this."

"Of course. You two are always welcome to come over for dinner, I'll feed you anytime." The key to a person's heart was through their stomach, as she had always heard from her parents.

"So what are your plans for her?" Raven asked through a mouthful of food, earning her a stern look from Frankie. She shied away sheepishly and wiped her mouth, "Sorry."

"She'll be my assistant. A secretary of sorts. Though I am more focused on rehabilitating her first." She said, looking to Petra over a glass of wine that was in her hand, exhaling through her nose slightly at the sight of her again.

 

[Ava Starlight]

The door opened and there she was. Mistress Frankie. She looked exactly like her avatar in Terrasphere, so it wasn't hard to figure out. Petra's eyes widened a bit. She was confused to put it lightly. Frankie had been so kind to her in Terrasphere and promised to take her somewhere safe, whatever that meant. She talked about nice things like food, warmth, and not being punished. Yet as her caretakers strung her up to die in the cold, they said it was because Frankie wanted her to disappear and hated her. Who was she supposed to believe? Was Frankie going to punish her some more?

Filled with trepidation, she ignored the woman's greetings to the other two and tried to step past, hoping against hope that she could slip through unnoticed. She was, of course, foolishly naive as Frankie stepped directly into her path, and Petra had to hold back a whine as she looked up at the woman's face helplessly. Punishment or kindness? Which would it be? A hand went gently to her cheek, and Frankie would be able to feel firsthand the sickening hollowness of Petra's face. Petra blinked as Frankie spoke of meals and education. Things to learn and unlearn? What could that be? She almost felt insulted. Petra had received a full education after all! Little did she realize that it was that exact "education" she'd have to purge in order to be a normal human being again.

For now, the promise of dinner and comfort was all she needed. A tiny smile finally appeared on the woman's face as she nodded and followed behind Frankie. Her hand slipped into one of Frankie's, holding on like a lost child to this bit of gentle heat that had been offered to her. Though bandages hid Petra's frostbitten fingers from view, she could still feel the strength in Frankie's hand. It made her blush slightly, a dusting of color bringing some life to her pale flesh.

She took a seat and watched with eyes filled with wonder as the food lay out before her. A feast like this only existed in her old storybooks from the times before her caretakers raised her. Petra got a whiff of the irresistible smells and drool gathered in her mouth. She clamped her mouth shut and swallowed quickly. Even if there was all this wonderful food, she knew from before that if she ate too much, she'd get sick. Perhaps it was her punishment for hoping for too much that she couldn't truly enjoy such luxury. The scary woman asked what Frankie planned to do with Petra, and she flinched. There was that strange idea of being a secretary again... and rehabilitation? Wasn't that only for people who used drugs too often?

She used her fork to cut a small bite from her portion of lasagna. As she lifted to her mouth, she gave it a little shake to allow a drop of sauce to drip onto her neck in case someone wanted to lick it off. Her tongue slid out and she let out a moan as she rested the bite on her tongue and slid it slowly into her throat, rubbing her legs together subtly. The scary woman slapped a hand on the table, rattling the silverware as she glared at Petra in utter exasperation. "I told you to cut that shit out!!" she shouted, sounding more desperate than she probably meant to. It had been one thing after another of Petra's uncomfortably sexual behavior, and Crow had just about reached the end of her rope with it. Petra squealed and swallowed the bite, cowering in her chair and shivering. Crow, realizing what she'd done, glanced in Frankie's direction nervously. "Sorry... Look. Just eat like a normal person, okay? Please??"

Johnny shrugged and looked to Frankie sheepishly. "Take it easy on her, yeah? It seriously never stops. When this girl thinks we're mad at her, she starts trying to offer herself as an apology. When we went to get her clothes, she started undressing all sexy like we're at some kind of strip club. Every meal, every time we tried to get some sleep... We're both fried. I've seen a lot of shit in this line of work, but this is something else." Petra looked down in shame and cut herself another bite, trying to eat it without any lewd posturing or suggestive sounds. When she succeeded, both henchmen breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

"Still, can't say I completely blame her for groaning. Your cooking's always top class," Johnny admitted with a grin. Crow rolled her eyes slightly in disgust and continued to eat. "Anyway, what do you think of Terrasphere? It's gotta be decent if you're playing it more than once. I always figured you to be a high standards kind of lady." Petra perked up a bit, trying to act like she wasn't listening in. As much as she wasn't supposed to eavesdrop, she couldn't help but be curious as to why Frankie, who by all accounts was a terrifying and powerful woman, would remain interested in a game.

 

[Francesca Amauri]

Things seemed to be going fine until Petra finally took a bite of food and did it in the most grossly sexual way possible. Eyes were on Raven at the outburst, but she didn't show any disdain or negative emotion when she glanced her way nervously. She was stoic, adding to Raven's plea,

"You don't need to do that anymore. Just enjoy your food for your own sake."

Then she responded to Johnny, nodding,

"Vince and Matty were always disgusting pigs. Even Asa couldn't stand them." She took a bite, chewed and swallowed almost like she was a picture-perfect painting of refinement, "But I really appreciate all you two have done and gone through for her. I look forward to seeing her progress, but I don't suspect undoing such conditioning will be easy." She looked towards Petra who was now eating sheepishly, feeling pity for her but knowing better than to voice it to someone who needed such help.

At mention of her good cooking, she smirked and shrugged, "You can thank my mom and nonna for my cooking skills, I just happen to have some passion for it." Finally, Raven asked another question and Frankie nodded while considering it over wine,

"It's fun. Incredibly realistic. Drinking, smoking, eating, it all feels the same. It offers me a way to travel even while I'm stuck here, so it's been a blessing in that regard. I didn't think I would like it as much as I do, but if it offers me a way to help girls like Petra, well..." She sort of shrugged again, then looked at Petra, sipping her wine after asking, "What do you think of all this? I don't think we've stopped to ask. I'm sure you have questions you want answered."

 

[Ava Starlight]

Petra glanced toward her mistress as she echoed the scary woman's words but in a much nicer tone. She just didn't understand. Enjoy food for its own sake? She didn't need to perform? That just didn't make sense. Petra's whole world had turned into a confusing mess of new experiences in such a short amount of time. She tried to turn everything around in her head, but Frankie was unfortunately right. Most of Petra's life had been spent in what most would consider a living hell. Giving her some normalcy was the same as telling her to stare directly at the sun.

Frankie spoke to the other two, and Petra snuck a glance as she watched the woman eat, looking very similar to how Petra had been taught to eat. She looked so strong yet refined. A blush snuck onto Petra's cheeks as a peculiar warmth that she hadn't felt before leaked into her chest. Petra was still too indoctrinated to feel gratitude towards her rescuer, but perhaps that would come with time. The other two nodded in response to Frankie's gratitude and grinned. "Hey, I mean you're paying us, right? That's what we do."

Petra listened quietly as Frankie described her cooking. It really was very good. The young woman nervously took another bite, hoping that her stomach wouldn't react poorly. She had lost nearly an entire meal when she ate just a little too fast. The scary people had been very angry with her too. It was her fault for ruining their carpet, of course.

She had to agree about Terrasphere's realism. It may as well have been the same as working in the real world, even down to the sensations of satisfying her customers and the pain when they chose to indulge in her in other ways. Frankie had seen that firsthand she supposed. Her "pig" customers as Sofia told her to call them. Petra wondered when she'd be going back to that, or if Frankie had meant she wouldn't be working anymore when she meant "leaving that life." It was hard to imagine. All of this felt like an impossible dream.

Then, Frankie turned her attention to Petra, and the girl gasped, sitting up a little straighter. "What do I think...? I..." Petra gently gnawed her lip. "I just don't understand. Nothing you want makes sense. You've taken me from my caretakers, yet every time I try to please you, everyone just gets angry instead. The temper of a pig with the behavior of a noble... It isn't logical to me. Is it my fault? Am I not desirable to you, mistress?" She reached up and slid a finger into the collar of her sweat, tugging at her collar. The top of her chest was exposed, but truthfully there wasn't much desirable about the sight beneath. Petra's sternum and ribs stood out from her skin, and even the cleavage exposed looked withered and lifeless from a sheer lack of nutrition. Raven and Johnny looked disturbed, and Raven swiftly took Petra's hand and pulled up, covering her up again.

Petra all but whined in sheer frustration and confusion. "You see? What am I to do? I don't know how to please you... how to make you happy. Next, you'll get even more angry and take away my food or turn off the heat or..." She shivered and rubbed her arms. "Perhaps you need me to start making money? Is that where I've gone wrong? I-I can find more customers once I'm able to get on Terrasphere again. I promise!"

 

[Francesca Amauri]

"That may be true, but I feel it's still important to say." She said simply, watching unflinchingly at the scene Petra made just after. With a short sigh, she cleared her throat, trying to find the words to convey what needed to be said, not for the sake of everyone else at the table but for her own sake. The ladder a brainwashed girl needed to get out of the hole that she'd been forced to call home.

"Relax." A simple command to hush her, hopefully, putting a hand out, "You won't be doing that kind of work anymore. You don't need to show off your body all the time, you don't need to be overtly sexual about otherwise mundane things, and you won't be selling your body for my profit or anyone else's profit, for that matter. We are not angry with you, we're angry with the people you call caretakers. They were horrible men, Petra. What they did to you and those other girls earned them painful deaths." She paused, thinking of what to do that might help, "I'm going to teach you, personally, what your new role as a secretary means, and as you unlearn the things your caretakers, though they were more like captors, taught you, and learn your new role, I'll buy you gifts. Clothes, jewelry, that kind of thing. Doesn't being spoiled as an assistant sound better than the life you've been living until now?"

 

[Ava Starlight]

Frankie gave another command to silence Petra, and the girl obediently clamped her mouth shut. The desperate confusion still showed on her face as even her explanation seemed to be somehow displeasing to her new mistress. She gnawed slightly at her lip as she listened carefully to Frankie, hoping that there would be some clue as to what she could do. Petra felt so lost. As her caretakers had been so sure to tell her, she was born an idiot with an empty brain and she needed all the education she could get to be halfway competent.

The words Frankie said technically made sense, but Petra couldn't comprehend them in the order given. No need to show off her body? No need to sell herself? Then, really what was it a secretary did? Or anyone with a job? She flinched visibly as Frankie insulted her caretakers, looking around as if certain they would jump out and punish her if she said anything. Even the promise that they were dead didn't seem entirely reassuring, but she calmed down enough to look back at Frankie and tilt her head.

What she said next was perhaps the most relieving thing Petra heard since coming to this place. Frankie would help to teach her how to act, what to do. A fool like her needed all the help she could get. Perhaps more surprising was the promise of all the finery that only good girls got. Her caretakers used to say that if she made enough money, perhaps she could have clothes that didn't leave her feeling bitterly cold in her room or a pair of earrings like the ones she wore a long, long time ago. They'd neglected to tell her that the goalpost for being a "good girl" kept moving perpetually out of her reach, but Petra never knew that. Petra had to admit that it did sound nice.

"You mean... If I'm a good girl, I might be able to keep this?" she asked softly, gently rubbing the material of her sweater and shifting her legs to feel the denim of the jeans moving together. Everything was so soft and warm... nothing like her old room. Petra hugged herself and sighed happily at the plush sweater. "That does sound nice, mistress Frankie. I-It's not that I'm ungrateful to my caretakers, of course. It's just the cold. I couldn't stand the cold." She looked down at her bandaged hands and shivered.

"So... when do we begin? Now? I want to prove that I can be good. That I'm worthy to be your secretary," she said eagerly, perking up for perhaps the first time since they'd met in Terrasphere. Johnny and Raven looked visibly relieved. Maybe there was some hope of salvaging normalcy in this girl after all. The smile on Petra's face was still horribly sickly from her sunken skin, but the hints of someone cute, maybe even beautiful, could be seen in that little shift of expression.

 

[Francesca Amauri]

A pang of sympathy hit Francesca once more as the girl practically clutched at her clothing, hoping to keep the gift. A gentle smirk that wasn't usual for her appeared as she was reminded of girls she had saved before.

"You'll be keeping that even if you choose to walk out this door right now. You're a free woman, now. Not that you'd know the first thing about taking care of yourself...Anyway, no, it was a gift." She indicated she was finished with her food by pushing her plate away and putting her silverware - real silver, by the way - down.

"Yes, your training has already begun. We begin by breaking you of bad habits and gross mannerisms that have been beaten into you and then slowly I will give you tasks befitting a secretary. You'll become intimate with my schedule and routine and take notes for me about appointments, clients, et cetera."

"We'll take care of the dishes, Frankie. Thanks again." Raven said as a matter of fact.

"Of course." She said back, not taking her eyes from Petra but receiving a peck on the cheek from Raven as her and Johnny passed with dishes in hands.

"And Petra? Let's not refer to them as caretakers anymore. They were your captors. They aren't even alive to regret it anymore, or to hurt you, or punish you. You're safe with me. Those were small fish compared to me, you know."

 

[Ava Starlight]

Petra perked up and stared at Frankie in wonder as her new mistress declared that the clothes were hers to keep, no matter what the outcome of today might be. That did a lot to ease the frightened girl's heart, but she shook her head vigorously at the implication that she could walk out right now. Walk out into a world filled with dangerous strangers who would hurt her even more? Her caretakers always said that there were nothing but bad people outside. Petra was terrified at the thought that Frankie would make her leave, even if the woman hadn't said anything of the sort.

As Frankie pushed away her plate, Petra followed suit. There was still about half her meal left, but the young woman couldn't handle much more. She already felt her stomach, unused to being so full, beginning to twist and lurch. The wispy young woman cupped a hand to her mouth briefly and shuddered before swallowing hard and forcing herself to smile.

Frankie explained that her training had already started with breaking down her "bad habits" and other things that had been "beaten" into her. Petra pouted, showing a little bit of attitude. She didn't have bad habits! Her caretakers praised her and gave her food whenever she did well. It wasn't her fault that Frankie and her scary friends got mad when Petra tried to be good for them. Wasn't that their problem? Still, she didn't dare speak up defiantly. It was astonishing what a little bit of food could do for a girl.

Her pout only deepened as Raven stood and took the dishes, jealousy at the peck making Petra want to ball her fists and huff. She had a deep longing for that kind of gentleness, having tasted it for the first time with Frankie. It was so much better than being pressed to a wall or thrown to the bed or... Petra made up her mind and stood up, moving with soft, gentle steps to Frankie. She took a seat on her new mistress's thigh and scooted close, doing everything in her power to restrain her supposed "gross mannerisms" as she leaned up and pressed a little kiss of her own to Frankie's cheek. Surely if she did that she might get one in return... right? Petra even turned her face a bit with a hopeful expression.

Frankie commanded that her caretakers be considered captors and that she would be safe now. She had to admit that so far she hadn't been hit or placed in a cold room with barely anything to wear. Everything here was so warm, tasty, and comfortable. Could she actually get used to this? Petra nodded. "Yes, mistress Frankie," she said obediently, "My caret- mm, my captors always used to talk about you like you were a bad customer. Whispered voices and angry faces... It scared me. I don't know why they acted like that. No one's ever let me keep clothing or given me so much food. They must have met you on a bad day or something." Petra displayed a surprising innocence despite the grim nature of her previous situation. Her dubious education had certainly stunted her in other ways.

"I need your help, mistress. You said lots of things I do are bad, but I'm having a hard time figuring out what they might be. Taking off my clothes to show my good points is one, even if I don't understand why... Eating in a sensual way seems bad too. The scary people who brought me here didn't like it when I slid into their bed at night to warm them up and make them feel good. I don't know what else I can do. Do you hate those things too, mistress?" Petra experimented a little with nuzzling into Frankie's neck and trying to hold her hand, testing to see exactly what was so "bad" about her habits.

 

[Francesca Amauri]

"We're all criminals, Petra. They were just the worse type of criminals who refused to do things in a respectable way. What they did to you and those other girls earned them painful deaths." It was like beating a dead horse at this point, but the girl seemed to need all the help she could get in understanding her previous and current situations, "They were afraid of me for good reason. I'm not one to cross." She said, gently rubbing the small of Petra's back, as if this were all normal and natural for the girl to be in her lap, so close to her.

"I had a husband for many years, you know. Bastard cheated on me, so I killed him." She said it as a matter of fact, "I don't waste time or cut corners. It's a tough business where respect is paramount. That's why we have to make a respectable secretary out of you."

"Try to understand, Petra." She said, pulling the girl into her a little bit by the hip, but not holding her hand, not reacting to the nuzzling, "Right now, you're treating everyone you see like a client, as if you know nothing else. Me, Johnny, Raven, you can consider us family now. Family, not clients. What you do isn't bad, necessarily, it's just misplaced and unnecessary. Maybe your talents will be useful as a secretary in some situations, but you are not to be given out to everyone like a party favor anymore."

"Imagine that you've been marketed too cheaply, thrown at everyone. You're special now, someone to be treasured and released on only those that I say are worthy. Until then, and even during those times, you're mine. My secretary. Maybe more, at some point. But right now, we take small steps, together. For that purpose, and so that I can monitor you more closely, you'll be sleeping in my bed tonight, with me, but not for any sexual reasons. Be clear on that." Not that she was entirely against it, but it would be wrong to seemingly take advantage of a girl in such a state of mind.

"And maybe this will help you. Consider me your only client, with all other people off-limits, and that you're in for an extended training period to adjust to what it means to be mine, permanently." She watched her eyes, looking for a final sign of contemplation or comprehension.

 

[Ava Starlight]

It was the second, or maybe third, time that Frankie mentioned that her careta- c-captors had done something bad to her and the other girls. With enough repetition, it slowly began to sink in for Petra, even if she didn't completely understand. The cruelty of what had been done to her hadn't really caught up with the young woman, nor would it for some time most likely. Some indoctrination simply wasn't that easily shaken. Still, she knew quite well that everything involving Frankie and those around her was criminal activity. Wasn't that the reason she had to be so secretive with her services? One mistake and she'd be locked away in a tiny box with no food and even worse cold. At least, that's what they used to say...

A small yet intense warmth suddenly pressed to Petra's back and rubbed gently. Her eyes widened as pleasant goosebumps raised all along her skin. Kind touches were few and far between in Petra's old life, and with how cruel her captors had become towards the end, they were almost nonexistent. Her customers were often rough and it was nothing but business at that point. It was such a small thing, but with a life as deprived as Petra's, it may as well have been a little piece of heaven. She blushed and her eyes fluttered a bit as she moaned happily, biting hard on her lower lip to hold in the "gross" sounds that Frankie and the scary people disliked so much.

Despite that, Petra heard Frankie's warning. She was now in a job where even her mistress's husband wasn't safe. It frightened Petra to hear that, but Frankie had been so tender to her that Petra wanted to hold out a little bit of hope that she wouldn't be killed. She just had to be a good secretary... right? Surely even she could manage that. A tiny smile found its way onto Petra's lips as she nodded and eagerly allowed herself to be pulled in. Her attempts to nuzzle and hold Frankie's hand met with no response, and Petra tried to avoid looking too crestfallen as she let her hands settle meekly in her lap. The rubbing on her back still felt so good, and Petra's breath was a bit heavy as she continued to indulge herself in that tiny bit of affection.

She stayed attentive as Frankie explained her new situation in terms that she could understand to an extent. The word family struck Petra in a strange way, conjuring images of poverty, starvation, and betrayal. What was a family really except for people who could never provide for her and sold her to her captors to keep themselves alive? From what Frankie said, it was obviously supposed to mean something different, but Petra couldn't puzzle out what it might be. She wanted to object, to beg not to be sold again, but something told her it would just make Frankie angry. For now, she stayed silent and listened obediently.

Her blush deepened as she heard more about her role. Special? Someone like her who didn't bring in enough money? Petra's heart skipped a beat as she looked up at Frankie with a wondering and, dare she say, hopeful expression. An exclusive client? Only the best and most skillful girls got such a privilege. When had she become so lucky? Her client even fed and clothed her! She could scarcely believe that her life had become so different this suddenly. It was almost too much for her mind to wrap around in the same way the rich food had been too much for her stomach. She wrapped herself around Frankie's arm in a hug, but it seemed far more innocent than it did when she had to put on her act. Her eyes sparkled slightly as she finally began to understand her drastic change in fortune.

"Then... I'll be able to sleep in a real bed? Will it be warm? Are we going to go now?" Petra gasped and she actually dared to ask something that would have surely earned her a slap with her captors. Surely if she had an exclusive client, it must be different now... right? "May I... h-have a bath?" she asked meekly, "A nice hot one... just my mistress and me? Like in the storybooks?" Such comforts were practically in the realm of legend for Petra, but it was one of the many things that the exclusive girls supposedly got to enjoy. It made Petra's chest ache with longing.

 

[Francesca Amauri]

Frankie softened at the way her new charge hugged her arm, a soft smile finally gracing her lips. The questions began to come forth and she knew that Petra was finally beginning to understand, though her last question brought forth a small laugh.

"I believe that can be arranged. How about a nice bath to warm you up and then we'll go to bed after that to watch some TV? Does that sound nice?" She asked, practically cooing to her as she brushed her hair lightly with her hand, tender and caring.

It was almost like a daughter she'd never had. Almost. She couldn't quite bring herself to think of her that way for obvious reasons, but there was something endearing about her that made her happy that the red string of fate brought them together.

It was just then that Raven arrived back in the room,

"Okay, Frankie, every-...Oh, am I interrupting something?" Frankie didn't look back at her, only looking at Petra for the moment, shaking her head,

"No. I take it the dishes are finished?"

"Yes, ma'am. Been a long day so me n' Johnny are heading out to get some rest. Hope y'all have a good night."

"Good night, you two. Love you. Be safe." Raven looked a little embarrassed, but was happy to be seeing Frankie happy, really. Once they were out the door, Frankie doting on her new secretary the whole time, she tapped twice on her hip and lifted her knee to indicate that she should stand.

"Come, let's get that bath started and get you into something comfortable to sleep in." A simple command with the promise of more comforts that was sure to get her going. It wasn't long before they were in a bathroom fit for a mansion, complete with a giant tub with steps up to it. It was a jacuzzi tub complete with jets. A similarly nice and expensive looking shower sat caddy corner, while two sinks and a ton of makeup and beauty products littered the counter. She was organized in most things, but in a space meant to relax she simply couldn't be bothered.

Drawing the bath, she saw it starting to fill and sighed a breath of relief as if just the thought of a bath was taking weight from her shoulders. It had been too long since she'd treated herself to such a luxury, so this was nice as a suggestion. Fortunately, she had no hang-ups about nudity and was quickly undressing herself before the girl, prompting her to do the same. Once Petra's physique was revealed, Frankie shook her head with pity, exhaling a sigh through her nose,

"Look how poorly they fed you. Poor thing. We'll fix that." Lots of love to be put into a fixer-upper of a girl, but she was the one to do it if nobody else was. What she wanted was hers, and what was hers had to be perfect.

 

[Ava Starlight]

Petra perked up visibly when a wish that was beyond her wildest dreams was granted by her new mistress without a second thought. An excited and adorably open smile lit up her face as she looked up at Frankie. The petting on her head made her chest feel hot and fluttery, and Petra groaned again softly, unable restrain her sounds of gentle pleasure. Feeling a bit overwhelmed by it all, she felt her eyes well up with tears. She blinked heavily and nodded. "It sounds wonderful, mistress. S-so wonderful," she whimpered.

Raven came in again and Petra sniffled, gently brushing away at the corners of her eyes. In other circumstances, perhaps she'd have been correct to think she was interrupting something, but Petra wasn't supposed to act that way now. It was a very strange mindset to be in, simply sitting with Frankie and not touching her mistress for pleasure or offering one of her services. Would she be able to get used to this so easily? Truthfully, with how strong her mistress was, Petra doubted she'd have room to wonder. There was only obedience or punishment when it came to her mistress, or so the poor girl assumed.

Frankie wished Raven a good night and even shared words of love so easily. Petra once again felt jealousy claw at her chest. When would she get to hear something like that? Would she ever? Her clients would sometimes say such platitudes, but it was obvious they never meant it. It was hard to imagine Petra was truly loved when those words were followed by all manner of... things that Frankie didn't want her to talk about anymore. Even then, it somehow felt real coming from her mistress, and Petra began to desperately yearn for it. Still, she didn't dare beg. It might just make her angry.

Obediently, she stood up when prompted and followed Frankie to the bathroom. Petra's eyes widened at the sight. This bathroom alone was three times the size of her room at least and decorated as extravagantly as some of the places in Terrasphere. Honestly, there were some mansion settings in Terrasphere that weren't this nice. Petra's eyes were wide as dinner plates as she took it all in, glancing at the array of beauty products. It was the one thing that was familiar to her with all the training she had in looking pretty.

As Frankie started the bath, Petra ran up to the side of the tub and peeked over like a child looking into a pond for the first time. Innocent wonder lit up her face as she felt the heat wafting up from it. "Just like the storybooks..." she whispered, gently dipping a hand in the water. Its warmth made her sigh, and she gently touched her fingers to her cheek, leaving little drops of moisture there.

The rustle of cloth behind her made Petra turn her head, and what she saw made a healthy blush suffuse her cheeks. Petra had many clients in her time and, because she wasn't on the same level as the top girls, it was very rare that she got attractive customers. In fact, Petra was certain she'd never been with a beautiful woman. Her gaze drank in Frankie's naked body, lingering briefly on the artful tattoo on her arm and the incredible curvature of her hips and chest. "Mistress... You have such a lovely figure. Any woman would be jealous at the mere sight of you," she said, the honeyed words spilling out before she could stop her training from taking over. To be fair, Petra wasn't even really trying to flatter Frankie. It was the honest truth.

Realizing the situation, Petra followed suit, slipping out of her newly gifted clothes with ease. By comparison, poor Petra looked exactly as starved as she felt. Her ribs stuck out from her chest, and her skin seemed to be hugging her bones a bit too closely for comfort. Petra's skinny legs quivered a bit in the cold. A few bruises, partially healed, lingered on her body along with the scabbed lashes on her back from her earlier punishment. She looked like someone deserving of pity, which is exactly what she got. Petra looked down in shame and nodded meekly, unable to deny that her captors had kept her hungry far too much. She turned and shivered, peeling off the bandages on her limbs to reveal her frostbitten hands and feet. "D-don't look... It's shameful," she said, hiding her injured limbs as much as possible.

She looked into the mostly full tub longingly. "May I get in now, mistress?" she asked meekly. If Frankie allowed, Petra wasted no time in getting into the tub, moaning loudly enough to echo along the walls at the pleasurable feet. She sank down up to her chin and closed her eyes, feeling like she could die and go to heaven right now.

 

[Francesca Amauri]

So she liked storybooks. Maybe that could help. As the girl shamefully tried to hide herself from her vision, Frankie passed over the compliment and approached her, turning her toward the mirror, looking at their reflections standing together. She gestured towards it, speaking as a matter of fact,

"This is where your own story truly begins. Take a long look and remember that. One day you'll look in the mirror and smile at what you see. I promise you that. Until then, remember that the only shame surrounding you is how you were treated and your talents were wasted on those undeserving. Now begins your revitalization." While it could be hard to look at the girl without wincing or feeling pity, she toughed her way through it for the girl's sake.

As they headed towards the tub again, Petra asked for permission. Frankie smirked at that, patting her head and brushing her hair back again, "You're a very good girl for asking, but you don't need permission. Go ahead and get in." and once Petra was in, she followed suit, still somehow looking powerful in the way she sat in the tub, legs crossed and arms on the side.

From the honeyed words spoken before, Frankie felt like teasing her a bit, and so she beckoned to the girl, grabbing the shampoo and conditioner, "I'll do yours, you do mine. You first." It was a nice moment to share, doing each other's hair, and Frankie hummed as she did Petra's. It was a song from her childhood, taught to her by her mother. Frankie thought of this first bath with Petra as something of a baptism for the girl. A symbolic way of washing away her past so that she could begin anew, and so she was very tender and gentle with her as she scrubbed her scalp and rinsed her hair, using a wet brush when it came time to comb the conditioner through.

Finally, after a nice, long soak, they were done, and Frankie began to drain the tub. Towels sat on a rack nearby and she stood, getting her hair and body into a set of towels before beckoning for Petra to join her, wrapping the girl up and carefully drying her hair, wrapping it up in the same way. She was sure that she was capable of doing it herself, but she wanted to dote on her a little bit.

With that done, she provided her with a spare robe that was a little big, but soft and fuzzy and comfortable, then got her own, "That will have to do for now. I'm afraid I won't have anything your size, so we'll go shopping tomorrow to fix that." She couldn't wait. With that, she led her back to the bedroom where more luxury awaited them both.

An Alaskan King size bed took up most of the middle of the room, facing a TV that took up the entire wall next to them as they exited the bathroom. The sheets were black with a dark purple comforter and pillows to match each color. It was a hybrid of memory foam and coils, and on each side was flanked by nightstands. One was empty, one was full of toys in a drawer and topped with clutter like a glass for water in the middle of the night or taking pills. Not to mention a little vape pen that held marijuana extract.

She pulled the sheets back and climbed in, grabbing the remote and patting the side next to her. "You ever watch TV? What sort of stories do you like? Oh, and here, if you want it." She said, taking a hit from the vape pen and holding back a cough before offering it over, "Just push the little button and hold it while you suck the vapor out."

 

[Ava Starlight]

Petra gasped softly as Frankie approached and turned her toward the mirror. She saw the two of them side by side with all of Petra's inadequacies woefully on display compared to her mistress's gorgeous figure. Yet Frankie didn't demean her or scold her for her terrible appearance. She called it the beginning of Petra's new story, something she shouldn't be ashamed of. A place to look back with a bright future ahead. For Petra, who had never known such a thing, never even glimpsed it, the mere mention made her heart swell. Her eyes welled up with tears and this time she couldn't try to be graceful about them as they trickled openly down her cheeks. She embraced her mistress and nuzzled into her side, letting out a soft hiccuping sob. All she could do was nod.

It took her a moment to gather herself, but once she did, she made her way back to the tub and asked if she could get in. Frankie agreed, even praising her and saying she didn't need to ask, and Petra was more than happy to oblige. She sighed softly as warmth surrounded her, making her head feel a bit light. The water shifted a bit as Frankie got in, and Petra scooted a little closer, still taken aback by her new mistress's beauty. For now, she kept her compliments to herself, since, much like her attempts at seduction, Frankie had been content to ignore them.

To Petra's surprise, Frankie suggested that they wash each other's hair. She nodded and obediently turned to face away. None of her clients had ever washed her hair before. Her heart thudded excitedly in her chest. The gentle touches as Frankie worked through her hair made Petra gasp and groan happily, hugging herself a little at the sheer burst of stimulation. Her hair was matted and greasy at first, but that soon gave way to a lustrous, silvery sheen from her naturally curly locks. When Frankie finished, Petra actually pouted just a little. She'd been enjoying herself so much. "That's a lovely melody," she murmured, complimenting Frankie's humming with a bright little smile.

Then, it was her turn, and for the first time since being rescued, Petra felt like she was in her element. Washing others was one of the many skills honed in her dubious training. With a generous helping of shampoo in both hands, Petra got to work. Her fingers skillfully weaved through Frankie's hair, a task that was even easier than usual because of how short it was. Petra's hands sought out knots and tight spots in Frankie's hair and scalp, massaging the shampoo in as her fingers weaved evenly through the green strands. She rubbed gently over Frankie's ears and massaged in slow circles behind them and down her neck, finding all the built up tension from the evening and pressing it out. "You're so tight, mistress. It's not good to stress like this," she whispered with a bit of worry in her voice.

Once she'd finished, they soaked for a while, Petra showing some of her childishness as she played with the water a bit and even dared to splash a tiny of water on Frankie's arm with a giggle. She'd decided to trust Frankie that she wouldn't be brutally punished for every little thing and showed a bit more personality. Eventually, they got out and Frankie surprised Petra again by drying her. The girl blushed in embarrassment, but the bright smile on her face made it clear that she liked it. The provided robe, despite supposedly being too large, was wonderful. Petra looked a bit like a snowwoman, her arms disappearing inside the sleeves as she wrapped her arms around herself and basked in the heat and fluffiness. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been so comfortable.

Following eagerly behind Frankie, she continued to gape in awe at the sheer size of the bedroom. Her new client was so much richer than even her usual clientele and it showed. To think that she would get to sleep in that giant bed... It really was like a fairy tale. When Frankie patted the spot next to her, Petra needed no second bidding and she slid in, worming her way down until she was thoroughly covered by the sheets up to her waist. She let out a long, shuddering sigh of satisfaction as she leaned back against the pillows. Petra looked at the TV quizzically. "I... don't know. The only time I watched TV was when clients wanted it for foreplay and it was just pornographic things or mood music. Are there any shows that are like my storybooks? Like... Sleeping Maiden? Or The Tiny Mermaid?"

In a perfect display of her lopsided education, Petra then regarded the vape pen with amusement. "Mistress... I'm not a child. I know how a vape works," she said with a knowing snicker as if Frankie had just tried to explain what air or food was. Taking the pen, Petra gave it a little spin on her hand before taking a heavy drag. She hissed a bit of the vapor out of her nose before blowing a smoke ring, waving a hand to keep it in place before inhaling the ring again and puffing it out as 3 smaller rings. "I'm not very good, but I know a few tricks," she said proudly before handing the pen back to Frankie.

 

[Francesca Amauri]

Frankie was quick to softly wipe away tears, not sharing them with her but feeling her own heart swell at the reaction. To think she'd been so mistreated when she was so clearly like a puppy who just needed a good owner.

Then, as it was her turn to get her hair washed, she felt it. One of the many reasons Frankie knew she was a good investment, above all. Having a personal assistant skilled in massage was a boon like no other. For now, she worked on building their bond started by the string of fate, instilling all the reasons she could to maintain loyalty and obedience. Frankie had a mind for the perfection she tried to instill in those beneath her as she did herself.

It was amazing being able to relax and be tended to like this, and she looked forward to all the other uses that Petra would prove good at.

Once they were out of the tub and in robes, they were quickly in bed and talking about happier things, "There are movies about them, yea. Animated ones, but they're classics." Navigating to a streaming service, she found the Tiny Mermaid movie and put it on before watching Petra show off her skills with vapor, smirking, "I see. Well since you're so mature and skilled with it, why don't you roll us a blunt?" She asked, handing her a tray from the night stand with all the necessary materials. There was no malice behind it or anything, just a simple command now that she knew that she had experience with it.

"We're going to be smoking together quite a bit. It helps me with stress and sleeping, and it's going to help your appetite so you can gain some weight back."

Once the blunt was rolled a few minutes later, presumably, Frankie put the tray back on the nightstand and then stood up, changing from her robe into pajamas made of silk. They were lavender and had floral designs and somehow still accentuated her figure. Getting back in bed, she grabbed the lighter and handed it to Petra to light, then patting her chest, inviting the girl to snuggle while they smoked, watched the movie, and gradually began to fall asleep.

 

[Ava Starlight]

Petra looked incredibly excited as Frankie revealed that there were in fact TV shows, or perhaps movies, like Petra's storybooks. She glanced at the TV eagerly even as she took some time to show off her self-proclaimed skills with the vape. Frankie seemed amused as she requested Petra to roll them a blunt. The girl brightened up at being praised as mature and skilled, nodding happily. "Of course mistress! Anything for you!" she chirped, taking the tray. Petra expertly put together a plot, adding just the right amount of loose leaf to the paper and rolling it up with such care that not a single fleck was spilled. Her tongue lapped along the edge of the paper to seal it before she planted a little kiss on the end and held it up for approval. The look on her face looked like a dog eager to hear more praise, and that might as well have been what she was.

Petra nodded agreeably to Frankie's orders. She was no stranger to smoking with her clients, though it was usually to get them in the right mood, rather than her. Would it really help with her appetite? Petra could only hope. It was its own kind of hell to feel so sick from something as simple as a good meal. She watched as Frankie got up and changed into pajamas, her eyes glued to her new mistress. Petra had never felt like this before, a strange and pleasant mixture of gratitude and arousal swirling in her chest. She knew vaguely what it meant to be attracted to someone, but it had never happened with Petra. At least, not with a client. She quickly looked away as Frankie came back so the woman wouldn't see Petra ogling her.

Once Frankie returned to bed, Petra took the lighter and placed the joint between Frankie's lips before lighting it. She took a puff whenever it was offered to her but was otherwise content to just enjoy her new surroundings. When Frankie patted her chest, Petra needed no second bidding, wrapping her arms around her mistress's waist and snuggling in. She nestled her cheek in just above the swell of Frankie's bosom, blushing more deeply. This was all very new to Petra, and she rubbed her legs together a bit to stave off how much she was enjoying this. Mistress and the others made it clear that they didn't like Petra using her usual tactics with them, but this was the first time Petra had such difficulty keeping herself under control. There was so much of her new mistress that she wanted to touch and squeeze and... No! She needed to be good!

For now, she allowed herself the slight indulgence of moving her hands at the edge of the pajamas until Petra's arms were touching a little strip of bare skin at Frankie's hips. Even that made the girl groan and she felt so happy in that moment. She slid a little closer and pressed herself to her mistress's side, watching the movie attentively. It was a wonderful film, filled with all the same characters as Petra remembered from the book. Unlike the book, however, the movie ended with the mermaid finding her prince and living a life of love happily ever after. Petra was about to say something when she looked up and saw that Frankie had fallen asleep. She bit her lip and kept her comments to herself. Maybe... maybe she really could change her story just like the Tiny Mermaid and live her own happy ending. That thought made Petra's heart feel light as she leaned up and pressed a little kiss to Frankie's cheek. Her mistress wouldn't begrudge her that, right? Giggling to herself, Petra settled down and it wasn't long before she too fell asleep, exhaustion ensuring that it was a long and refreshing rest.

 

[Francesca Amauri]

Frankie felt pride in her choices to save Petra when she said the magic words.

"Anything for you!"

"Good girl~" She said, hoping that such reinforcement would be taken well and not the wrong way. She said she wasn't a child, but here they were watching a cartoon, with Petra looking captivated by it. She smirked at that, the same way she smirked at how, as they smoked and finished smoking half the blunt, Petra got closer to her and edged her way ever closer to touching her intimately.

Frankie fell asleep first, but woke up slightly at the kiss, though she didn't open her eyes or move at all. Internally, she reacted pleasantly to it, but the outward expression of that appreciation would have to wait for later.

---

Frankie awoke around her usual time of 7:45 am, quietly and slowly getting out of bed so as not to wake her new bed companion. Deciding to be extra nice to start off the day, she went to the kitchen to make breakfast. It was about 45 minutes of work that ended with a proper breakfast meal of scrambled eggs, bacon, biscuits, jam, and hashbrowns. Of course, it wouldn't be complete without orange juice and milk, so there was a carafe of each made and set on the table as well.

Now, to have it in bed or to bring her out here? Bed sounded most comfortable at the moment, so she opted for that. Grabbing the tray, she made her way carefully back to the bedroom with the food in hand and set it first on the dresser. She sat down next to Petra and slowly and gently began to rub her body through the sheets,

"Petra, sweetie, it's time to get up. I made breakfast. Let's smoke and then eat together in bed."

 

[Ava Starlight]

It was cold. So very, very cold. Petra shivered so hard that the chains holding her arms above her head rattled. While most of her body had gone numb, there were two places that burned with pain. Her shoulders screamed at her from bearing her weigh as she dangled several inches off the ground, and the lashes on her back seared in stripes along her delicate skin. The tears on her cheeks had frozen as soon as they ran from her eyes. "Nnnn... U-ugh..." she groaned as she tried to pull up on her arms to give her shoulders a rest. Unfortunately, all strength had left her a long time ago, and all she could do was form her hands into tight fists. Petra bowed her head and gave into despair as she felt a scream building up inside her.

Then, she felt a sudden warmth wrap around her, filling her with strength and making the pain disappear as if it had never existed. Petra gasped and lifted her head, moaning as she felt hands slide along her body. The chains disappeared and she dropped with a squeal into someone's waiting arms. As she looked up, Petra saw none other than her new mistress looking down at her with that powerful but oddly benevolent smile. It was mistress that had made all of Petra's suffering disappear and continued to touch her so gently. Blushing, Petra groaned, her heart fluttering with a sensation she'd never known before. The girl reached up with her thin arms and wrapped them around Frankie's neck, sitting up and pressing into a deep kiss with her, feeling fireworks going off in her head as she did. She could hear her mistress murmuring something as if it was directly into her head.

"Mm...?" Petra mumbled softly as her eyes blinked open and the dream disappeared like a chalkboard being erased. She had her arms up in a vaguely reaching gesture, grasping at the air as she pursed her lips slightly. Coming back to herself with a jolt, Petra squeaked and sat up in the luxurious bed, looking around wildly. It had been a dream... But to her great relief, last night hadn't been. There was no cold cell or rock hard bread or cruel clients waiting for her. This new life was real. She looked toward Frankie and the food shyly. Had mistress... been touching her? Petra's heart skipped a beat at the thought.

"Good morning, mistress. I'd love some breakfast. Thank you... s-so much." Petra sniffled, feeling a bit overwhelmed again. She wrapped her arms around Frankie and hugged her tight, gratitude making her chest feel full. Her robe had come loose in the night, but Petra felt no need to fix it when it was just her and her mistress. Letting the garment hang open at her front, Petra crawled on all fours to the tray, an eager smile on her face as she rolled another blunt for them. She kissed the tip once more before carefully placing it in Frankie's mouth and lighting the end. The girl shared the blunt with her mistress, puffing out a few smoke rings for her entertainment. It certainly had the desired effect, and Petra's stomach grumbled loudly.

The girl ate carefully, not wanting to waste a single bite of this delicious meal. She slid her legs beneath the covers and nuzzled up to Frankie as she did. "Am I going to learn how to be a good secretary today? I'll do my very best! I may only be a silly, dumb girl, but I know I can do it if I really try!" Petra looked very determined, despite her self-deprecating words. Perhaps that was just how she'd been trained to talk about herself.

 

[Francesca Amauri]

Frankie enjoyed wondering what the girl might have been dreaming about, but made no expression and gave no reaction to her until she awoke properly and Frankie greeted her with a soft smile, "Good morning~" She gave the words a little melodic kick because she was in a good mood and excited to go shopping today.

After she rolled the blunt, kissed it, and lit it for her, they smoked together and cuddled again. Somehow, Petra made her feel more powerful than usual. She always had power, but she didn't always feel like it. With this girl at her side, however, it was a glimpse of what she'd had with Asa. He'd always tried to hoard the power for himself when it could benefit him, but Petra had no such ambitions as of yet.

Once they'd smoke about three-fourths of it, she put it out and they got to eating. The silence didn't last long until Petra said something that made Frankie turn sharply to glare at her,

"We don't talk about ourselves that way, Petra. You're not a silly, dumb girl. Not that being silly is bad, but you're definitely not dumb. You're clearly capable of learning and you're already done a good bit of it. I know you'll do your best but we'll only be learning a little bit of that today. For the most part, today is a rest day that will be for shopping and spoiling you some more because it's fun. Tell me, do you think that I would waste my time and resources doing that for a stupid, worthless girl?" She asked harshly, implying the answer, "Insulting yourself is insulting my investment in you. Don't do it again." Warning delivered, she returned to eating as if nothing had happened, reaching over to reassure Petra by brushing her hair back and rubbing her back gently for a moment.