WARNING: This is a work of erotic fiction. It contains depictions of
nudity and graphic sex.

Author: A Strange Geek
Title: Amanda's Choice
Summary: A 14-year-old girl with a troubled home life is swept away to
another world by an older female lover, where she must make the
ultimate choice between love and freedom.

Part: 2 of 19
Keywords: Ff, bd, oral

Note: Story codes are for this Chapter. See Chapter 0 for complete list
of codes

Copyright A Strange Geek, 2005

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Frank nearly knocked the alarm clock off the top of the night stand in
his grogginess, groping several times for the "off" button before
finally just slamming his hand on the top of the infernal thing several
times before managing to hit it.

He covered his eyes with his hand, rolling onto his back. The constant
low throbbing pain still lurked under his temples. He always hoped that
just one good night's sleep would finally knock out that headache, a
headache that a half a bottle of Tylenol had failed to even dent.
Unfortunately, a good night's sleep was something very elusive to him
these days.

His headache reminded him too much of Rose.

Frank sat up, and groaned when the pain briefly lanced out through his
forehead. He rubbed his brow before sliding his hand over his stubble,
casting a bleary eye at the clock. He had forced himself to start
rising early every morning, to get him used to that routine again for
when he landed that new job. Everything he did was focused towards that
end. It was never "if" he got it. There could be no "if". Everything
rode on this. He couldn't let Amanda down again. Not like he let Rose
down.

Frank swung his legs over the side of the bed and sighed. He squeezed
his eyes shut and heaved a small sob. He sniffed once and shook his
head. No, he had to stop this. He had to pull himself together. He had
to stop grieving.

He pulled himself to his feet, only to have the pain stab at him again.
As he staggered into the bathroom, he felt a surge of anger. Anger at
Rose for getting brain cancer. Anger at the doctors for not being able
to just fix her. Anger at himself for not paying attention to all those
headaches she was getting. Anger at Amanda for ...

Frank curled his hands into fists and stopped himself. As he stood
looking at his haggard, worn face in the bathroom mirror, floorboards
creaked down the hall. No, he was not angry at Amanda. He would never
allow that. For all he knew, his inability to get mad at the girl might
have saved her from abuse at his hands when he was drunk. He sometimes
feared that he really had hurt her but didn't remember, and Amanda was
dutifully covering up for him as she always did.

Frank felt tears threatening to flow again, but this time for Amanda.

He looked at himself in the mirror again. It was said that a person's
pride could be measured by how well he can stomach what he sees in a
mirror. When he looked, he never really saw himself. He saw other
people, other people that he failed or could fail. He used to see Rose
all the time in that mirror. Now he saw Amanda.

Frank realized he had been gripping the sides of the sink as if needing
to hold himself up. When he let go, he discovered it was just to stop
his hands from shaking. He looked up at himself again.

God, he needed a drink.

Frank decided not to shave. With the way he was shaking, he'd hurt
himself, even with an electric razor. He instead just put a robe on,
splashed some cold water on his face, and headed out of his bedroom,
wanting to catch Amanda before she left. He thrust his hands into the
pockets on the robe so Amanda would not see them.

Frank caught Amanda down in the kitchen, throwing together a small
breakfast for herself. She caught sight of Frank and smiled warmly.
"Good morning," she called out brightly.

"Morning, princess," Frank said, the corner's of his mouth tugging
upwards at Amanda's infectious smile.

"Would you like me to make you something?" Amanda said as she pushed
around some scrambled eggs in a pan on the stove.

"Oh, no, that's fine," Frank said, sitting down. The truth was, he had
no appetite, and even the delicious smells of Amanda's cooking were
making his stomach turn.

"Oh, come on, you have to have something," she said. "Sure I can't
tempt you with some bacon?"

That almost made him hungry. Amanda knew how to cook bacon perfectly
every time. It was something she picked up from Rose.

/Oh, God, Rose./

Frank took a quick, deep breath, trying to ignore the pain, forcing a
smile. "Thank you, princess, but I'm all right."

Amanda looked askance at him. "Are you /sure/ you're all right?"

Nothing gets past her, he thought ruefully. "I had a bit of a bad
night, that's all."

Amanda served up her breakfast, sliding the eggs onto a plate and
plucking toast from the toaster before sauntering over to the table.
Frank smiled wanly at her. If nothing else, he could be content with
the fact that Amanda had been happier these last few days than he had
ever seen her since Rose died. He did not think that just an
announcement of his job interview could do that, and it put even more
pressure on him to live up to that expectation.

"I just know you won't eat much unless I make it for you," Amanda said
mildly. "You get wrapped up in your home projects so much."

"I appreciate your concern, Amanda, but ... I'm going to go out with a
friend for lunch today."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. I think I just need to get out of the house for a bit, you
know?" Frank said, trying to quell the quaver in his voice. "Getting a
bit stir-crazy."

Amanda nodded. "But if you've had a bad night, you probably shouldn't
drive."

"I'll have him pick me up," Frank said, which was his intent all along.

Amanda nodded again and smiled. "Well, have a good time, then."

Frank smiled in return. Here he was, taking advantage of his daughter's
trust, and smiling for it.

/You bastard,/ he thought at himself.

The two of them made small talk until Amanda had finished her
breakfast. "Gotta run," Amanda said, sweeping her plates over to the
sink. "And leave the dishes, I'll take care of them when I get home."

Frank just smiled in return again. He was afraid his voice would choke
if he tried to speak. It was all he could do not to sob again when
Amanda paused to give him a small kiss on his cheek. "I'll see you
later."

He waited until he heard the front door close behind Amanda before
allowing himself to shed a single tear. He sniffed once. He knew he
should not drink. He knew it would cause only more problems for him.
But he was in too much pain. He needed a break from it. Just a small
break, that's all. Just enough to get him through this, to get him that
job. He'll be careful. He can control himself.

Frank took one last deep breath and headed for the phone.

"Hey, George," Frank said when the other end was finally answered.
"Yeah, I know it's early, sorry ... listen ... I-I need to get away
from this place for a bit. How does lunch sound? ... Yeah ... No, can
you come for me here? ... Okay ... oh, anywhere we can grab a bite and
... and have a drink or two ..."



Amanda glanced at the thickening clouds over the mountains west of town
as she headed home from school, rushing a bit in her eagerness to get
home. She hoped the rain would hold off, even as she saw with some
chagrin that some of the clouds were already flattening out on top as
they rose, driven by the heat of the unusually warm spring. At the same
time, she entertained the notion of it raining on her and her friend as
they had sex with a bit of excitement.

Amanda did feel one regret. She had to keep this relationship a total
secret. If Joan Mallard discovered that not only was she having
underage sex, but underage sex with a woman, it wouldn't matter what
kind of job her foster father had.

Truthfully, it was only much later, long after she had gone back home
that day, that she had realized what had happened. It had shocked her,
at least initially. To have had her first sexual experience was one
thing, but to have had it with a woman made coming to terms with it a
little interesting. In the end, it did not matter to her. The term
"lesbian" flitted through her mind only briefly, and ultimately she did
not care what label anyone want to place upon it. She only knew what
she felt for Sirinna, and that was what mattered to her.

Amanda felt her excitement growing as she jogged up the walk to the
front door, eager to try pleasing Sirinna again. According to what
Sirinna had told her, Amanda had been learning fast the last few days,
but she had to admit that she missed having Sirinna return the favor.
Yesterday Sirinna had made a promise of "rewarding" Amanda for doing a
good job today. She thought the idea of being sexually "rewarded" for
something like that was both provocative and amusing.

"I'm home," Amanda called out as she entered the house. "Father? Where
are ..."

Amanda stopped short as she stepped into the living room as her eyes
fell on the prone figure of her Frank Consco stretched out on the sofa.

"Father?"

Frank did not respond to her gentle inquiry. Amanda felt her heart
pound as she approached him. Painful memories came flooding back to
her. How many times had she come home before to see her father passed
out on the sofa? Or the floor?

For a brief moment she entertained the panicked, horrified notion that
he had had a heart attack, but now she could hear his breath whistling
through his nose, and see the steady rise and fall of his chest. He was
asleep.

Or passed out.

Amanda took a deep breath to calm herself. Her eyes scanned the room.
No empty liquor bottles anywhere. No empty glasses. The liquor cabinet
itself still stood empty. Carefully she tip-toed up to the sofa and
dropped to one knee, briefly reaching under the sofa and moving her
hand around, giving a little start as a playful feline paw batted at
her fingers.

"Stop that, Blackie!" she hissed through her teeth.

Frank gave a small snort, groaned softly, and turned over, facing away
from her.

Amanda sighed. She was going to try and smell his breath, but now that
was impossible. If he was drunk, where did he get the liquor? Or did he
have a drink while he was out to lunch? No, he wouldn't do that. Not
with as important as this job is coming up. He was probably just tired
and took a nap. He had said he had a bad night.

Amanda could also wake him up and confront him about it. But then she
would feel bad if it turned out to be another case like the stupid
glass orb under the sofa.

Amanda finally decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and headed
upstairs. At the same time, she made more noise while changing clothes
than she really needed to, hoping that it would wake him up, and she
could just observe his condition. Yet when she descended the stairs,
now in her shorts and t-shirt, he was still very much asleep, snoring
softly.

As she looked at the back of the sofa, Blackie poked his head out and
stared at her balefully.

"I wish you could talk," Amanda said as she headed for the door.



Sirinna lay on her back amongst the grasses, Amanda draped atop her,
their naked bodies writhing slowly under an increasingly leaden sky.
The sun had gone behind the clouds awhile ago, and now a chill breeze
blew over them, but neither paid any notice to it.

Sirinna was panting lightly, one of her nipples inside Amanda's mouth.
Amanda's lips squeezed about the nipple, her cheeks dimpling as she
sucked in a quick rhythm, very much like a child might suckle at a
mother's breast. The fingers of her hand played at the other nipple,
stroking it, pinching it lightly between thumb and forefinger, giving
it little tugs.

So much this girl had learned in so little time! And learned it so
well!

"Oh, Amanda," Sirinna moaned, cradling the girl's head, gently pushing
her even further onto her breast. She lifted one of her knees, bending
the leg slightly that lay between Amanda's legs, the girl's moist
arousal pressing into her thigh. Amanda drew her breath inward at the
brief stroke against her mound.

Amanda lifted her head and smiled at Sirinna before sliding over the
older woman's body and drawing the other nipple into her mouth. She did
not leave the first alone, however, cupping the breast in her hand and
flicking at the nipple with a fingertip.

Sirinna moaned again, astonished at the girl's dexterity. Briefly the
pain of a loss she knew was coming made her ache. She wanted so badly
to have this girl, to train Amanda herself. She wanted to take Amanda
back with her.

Then Roquan's words came back to her: "No new Captives, Sirinna," he
had said firmly. "Remember that. Observe only. We have enough at the
moment."

For the first time in many, many years, Sirinna thought ill of her
master.

Sirinna spread her legs under Amanda, Sirinna's pussy hot and wet,
oozing with as aroused as she was. Amanda sucked harder at Sirinna's
breast, making Sirinna cry out softly. "Amanda," she croaked in a
strained voice. "T-touch me ... my pussy ... please!"

Sirinna was beside herself. /She/ was begging /Amanda/ for pleasure!

However, Amanda was only too eager to please. Yet when her hand slid
down towards Sirinna's smoothly bare mound, it did not venture over her
now very needful swollen flesh, but along the inside of Sirinna's
thigh, coaxing her to spread her legs a little further. Sirinna gave
the girl a curious look. Amanda lifted herself from Sirinna's breast
and turned herself around. She dipped her head between Sirinna's now
eagerly parting legs, touching her tongue to the aromatic, damp folds.

"Oh my ...!" Sirinna gasped.

Ever since Sirinna had coached Amanda on how to please her like this a
few days ago, Amanda had done it from the other direction. Ever since
she started school that morning, Amanda got it in her head to try it
this way, from a different angle.

Sirinna moaned deeply. Great gods, this girl was clever! Her tongue
moved in quickening, deep strokes against Sirinna's womanhood. She felt
fingers gently part her labia, exposing more of the tender flesh, and
Amanda's tongue following, lapping eagerly.

Sirinna turned her head. Amanda was kneeling next to Sirinna, her ass
thrust enticingly into the air, her moist pussy helplessly exposed
between her legs. Sirinna's lips formed a small, mischievous smile as
she lifted a hand to Amanda's defenseless mound.

Amanda abruptly drew in her breath through her nose and made a small
"Mmrgh!" sound that made Sirinna grin as the older woman's fingers made
soft, wet sounds against Amanda's pussy. Amanda began panting as her
partner's strokes deepened, and she wanted badly to part her legs
further.

"Amanda," Sirinna said, her hand leaving the girl's slot and touching
the leg closest to her. "Put your knee on the other side of me."

Amanda lifted her head, her mouth glistening and slick with Sirinna's
wetness. "On the other side?"

"Yes. No, don't get up, I'll guide you."

After a few moments, Amanda had straddled Sirinna's body, her thighs
parted wide, and when she realized what Sirinna was going to do, she
trembled with excitement. She felt Sirinna's hands on her hips.

"Lower now, Amanda ... a little further back ... now ..."

Amanda felt her pussy's lips gently drawn back, and then a tongue
flicking at the sensitized nub of her womanhood. She uttered a short,
breathy sigh, which quickly became a shuddering moan as Sirinna invaded
her further, probing her tunnel, licking at her just inside the
opening.

"Oh my God ..." Amanda moaned. She felt Sirinna pull her hips down even
further, crying out softly as first Sirinna's lips pressed against her
slot, and then the rest of her face nuzzled her mound, tongue lashing
back and forth, lips kissing and sucking.

So lost in the sensation, she nearly forgot about tending to Sirinna,
reminded only when the woman writhed under her and lifted her hips
slightly.

Driven by the sheer intensity of the pleasure radiating from her nether
regions, Amanda dipped her head down between Sirinna's thighs, curling
her arms around them on either side, as if to pull Sirinna open even
further. Amanda pushed her tongue into Sirinna's cunt, wanting to give
her as much pleasure as she was getting. Amanda buried her mouth
against the excited flesh, closing her lips around Sirinna's clitoris
and sucking at it.

Sirinna gasped, her body jerking once, surprised as she was by the
boldness of the girl, and then positively delighted. She responded in
kind, though as Amanda's was smaller and less protruding, it took a
little gentle coaxing, prodding, and suckling before she could draw it
into her mouth. When she did, however, Amanda quivered in rising
excitement, making more and more urgent sounds as she rose.

Amanda, still the more inexperienced of the two, soared up and over
first. Barely able to contain herself, she shook and writhed as her
pussy throbbed. Sirinna moaned more and more intensely as she followed
not far behind, tossing her head back as Amanda licked wildly and
incessantly at her. Sirinna's hips rose and her back arched, and she
let go with a cry that surely would have been heard had it not been for
the same power that allowed her to remain inconspicuous in the park.

Sirinna panted through her long, intense orgasm, barely able to speak.
"Oh ... gods ... Amanda ..." she gasped, finally having to ease her off
gently with a nudge and a push.

Amanda finally relented, still breathing hard herself from the
paroxysms of her own climax. "S-sorry," she said sheepishly.

Sirinna let go with a long sigh as her throbbing faded. "Oh, no,
Amanda, don't be!" she gushed. "Oh my ... that was wonderful ..."

Amanda smiled and drew herself up. Within moments she was snuggled up
next to Sirinna, just as the first light drops of rain pattered down on
them from the gray skies. They hugged each other tightly, Sirinna still
quite astonished and dazed at what had happened.

Amanda smiled at Sirinna. "So was what you did my reward?"

Sirinna laughed. "Amanda, I don't think I even began to reward you for
that."

Amanda felt very pleased to hear this. If nothing else, at least this
was one thing that was going right for her. If everything else
collapsed around her, at least she had Sirinna.



The rain soon grew from a bare drizzle to a light, steady rain, forcing
Amanda and Sirinna to retreat to the trees, dressing before making the
slow walk back to the park. Now that the euphoria of their tryst had
waned and the passion had ebbed, Amanda's troubles came flooding back
to her.

"Is something wrong, Amanda?" Sirinna asked.

Amanda paused a moment, then sighed. "I'm not sure."

Sirinna had a worried thought. "Did something happen back in the grass
that ..."

"Oh, no, not that!" Amanda said quickly. She gave Sirinna a tender
smile. "If anything, it helped me forget for a little while."

"Forget what?"

"Forget ... that my father may be drinking, even after he said he
wouldn't."

Sirinna let a small, heartfelt sigh escape her lips. She placed a hand
on Amanda's shoulder, squeezing gently. "Did you find him drunk again?"

"Well, that's the problem, I'm not sure."

Amanda explained to her what she had seen when she got home.

Sirinna nodded. "You're afraid he had a drink while he was out to
lunch."

"But I don't know!" Amanda cried desperately. "Sirinna, what should I
do?"

Sirinna paused, looking straight ahead as they walked, blinking as a
drop of rain dripped from a leaf into her eye. She had been afraid of
this. Until this point, Sirinna had just been someone to listen to her,
to feed some of Amanda's words back to her until she puzzled out a
solution herself, or to simply make her feel better and more confident
about herself. This was the first time that Amanda was outright asking
Sirinna for an answer.

Sirinna did not have an answer. She did not understand the culture
enough. Moreover, she was not supposed to get this involved. She was
not supposed to get this close to anyone, regardless of whether she was
to be a new Captive or not.

Sirinna looked at Amanda, and at her pleading brown eyes. So headstrong
was this girl. So willful. Yet so painfully vulnerable as well. Sirinna
almost felt guilty at what she was, and what she had come to Earth to
do in the first place.

"You said ... you said you didn't know, right?" Sirinna said, trying to
keep her voice steady.

Amanda nodded silently.

"Well, then you need to know for sure, don't you?"

"You mean I should confront him about it?"

Sirinna paused. From what Amanda had told her, this foster father of
hers had a heart of gold, but was in a great deal of pain. She could
scarcely imagine such a thing in herself, as happy and content as she
had been for much of her life, at least the part she remembered on
Narlass. She did not think this man would hurt Amanda in any way.

"Yes, Amanda," Sirinna said finally. "Confront him about it."

Amanda let her breath go as a sigh, as if she had been holding it
waiting for Sirinna's response. "I think you're right, Sirinna," she
said. "I probably would have done that anyway. I just needed to hear
that it was the right thing to do."

Sirinna only wished she knew whether or not it was the right thing to
do.



Amanda ran down the street to her home, her shoes splashing in puddles
along low spots on the sidewalk, her face flushed. She clutched at one
bra strap under her shirt, which had come loose halfway home, forcing
her to hold it in place so her breasts would not bounce uncomfortably
against her chest. Petite as they were, there was enough of them to
ache badly with as fast she was trying to get home.

Rain fell in waves from a darkened sky, pattering on the ground,
running freely from downspouts and eaves of the houses that blurred
past her, dripping from the branches of the trees of the lush
green-belt that ran along the other side of the street. Long, low rolls
of thunder beat against her ears and made the ground vibrate under her
feet. Her hair lay shiny and wet against her back, her shirt soaked to
the skin, already showing an embarrassing amount of her young, shapely
contours.

Amanda was out of breath by the time she got home, panting as she let
herself in, pausing only after she got the door shut behind her. Water
ran from her body, dripping onto the floor of the entryway. Blackie
trotted over and stopped just short of the threshold, golden eyes
looking at the water warily. He meowed once and turned away.

"Princess, is that you?" came an anxious voice from deep inside the
house.

"I'm here, father," Amanda said, still trying to catch her breath.

Frank emerged from the kitchen. "I was worried about you, Amanda, are
you ... " He paused at the sight of her, then rushed over to her. "Oh,
good heavens, Amanda, you're soaked to the bone!"

Amanda managed a small smirk. "Well, it /is/ raining outside."

Frank sighed and looked around in frustration. He ran a hand through
his disheveled hair as if trying to collect his thoughts, a slightly
disoriented look to his eyes. "A towel," he finally said. "Stay right
here, I'll get one."

Amanda sighed as he watched her foster father head towards the
half-bath under the stairs, his gait a bit unsteady, as if he were
exhausted.

Or still working off the booze from lunch.

Amanda tried to get the bra to stay in place and failed. She was
starting to feel chilled, goosebumps raising on her arms, her teeth
chattering slightly. Frank returned to her with the towel and stopped,
looking confused. "Uh ..."

Amanda felt her heart lurch. She knew that look. It was the look of
someone struggling to focus through a lingering haze of alcohol. Amanda
snatched the towel angrily from him, only to sigh in frustration when
she had to set it down so she could peel off her soaked shirt.

She had her shirt pulled halfway up by the time she realized and
stopped, giving her father a significant look.

Frank blinked, his reactions slow and his thoughts jumbled. "Oh,
sorry," he said sheepishly, turning partially away from Amanda and
averting his eyes.

Frank only realized now just how beautiful his little girl was. Not
long now, he reckoned, and she'll be turning the boys' heads, if she
hadn't been already. She wasn't even using a training bra anymore. Even
when he had been working, keeping her in clothes that fit over the past
two years was a strain, as she had sprung up a few inches after hitting
her teen years.

All this time he had been so wrapped up in his self-pity and his grief
and had not noticed his daughter was growing up.

Amanda pulled off her shirt and her shorts. Her cheeks burned when her
panties almost came off as well, and she tugged them back into place.
She somehow felt she needed to keep that on, as if it would help cover
up what she had just done in the park.

As she dried herself, the strap finally popped completely in two and
spilled her breast from the cup. She tried to reattach it, failed, and
tore the remainder from her body in frustration.

Frank's comprehension managed to trigger at this point when he saw the
bra thrown to the floor and noticed the broken strap. "What happened to
your bra, Amanda?"

Amanda's blush deepened. "Nothing," she said simply.

"Nothing? Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure!" Amanda snapped.

Frank grew puzzled as he looked at the soaked, limp material on the
floor. "I don't remember buying that one for you," he mumbled to
himself, scratching his head.

Amanda wrapped the towel around herself and stomped past her foster
father in a huff.

"Amanda? Amanda!"

She stopped at the base of the stairs and whirled around. "What?" she
barked.

"Why were you so late?" Frank said. "I was worried about you."

"I just lost track of time, that's all," Amanda said in a softer voice.

"I thought you'd come home when it started raining."

Amanda swallowed. "I ... I just thought i-it might stop," she
stammered.

Frank's concern for his daughter was starting to burn off the fog in
his head, enough for him to read Amanda's eyes and know that she was
not telling him the whole truth. He stepped over to her, Amanda's gaze
locking on his eyes. "Amanda, did anything happen to you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Did anyone ... " He paused, his stomach turning at the thought. "Did
anyone touch you? Or try to touch you?"

Amanda's eyes widened and her mouth fell open. Oh, no. No. He couldn't
know. He couldn't possibly know! "I ... what ...?"

"Amanda, did someone make your bra break like that?"

The relief that flooded over her made her feel giddy. She uttered a
short, nervous laugh. "No, of course not! Nobody attacked me."

"You'd ... you'd tell me if someone did, right?" Frank said, his voice
cracking. "Please, tell me you would, so I ..."

"So you what?" Amanda demanded.

"So I could do something about it!" Frank said, his voice near
shouting. "Dammit, I'm your father, I should know about these things! I
sh-should protect you!"

"I don't need any protecting."

Frank clutched at his hair, pulling at it. It distracted him from the
returning pain for the moment. "But it's what I'm supposed to do,
right?" he said desperately. "Tell me what you want me to do."

Amanda looked at him oddly, then in increasing alarm at the panic she
saw in them. "What I want you to do? For what?"

"For whatever happened to you."

"Nothing happened!"

"Or what might happen. My God, Amanda, do you know I only realized now
how revealing you've been dressing lately?"

Amanda took a deep breath, trying to calm her own panic now. "But
father, I ..."

"Amanda, just tell me!" Frank cried. "Tell me what I need to do to be a
good father!"

Amanda's mouth dropped open. Slowly, it closed again, her eyes going
from fear to blazing anger. Fury boiled up inside her as she remembered
how she had found him earlier, how he looked when she first came home.
She clenched her teeth in a final futile attempt to hold back the
words, only to have them come screaming out of her mouth a second
later.

"You want to be a good father? Stop drinking! Stop trying to drown
yourself in a bottle! /Stop trying to screw everything up!/"

Frank blinked, eyes wide. He staggered back a step as if burned. "But
... I h-haven't ..."

"/STOP LYING!/" Amanda shrieked. "You had a drink at lunch today! I saw
you passed out on the sofa! You're /still/ drunk now!"

Frank swallowed, eyes glazed.

Amanda advanced on him. "You want me to go back to the foster home? You
want me to leave?"

Frank looked horrified. "No, princess, no, I ..."

"But that's what you're doing, dammit!" Amanda cried, her anger driving
her hurtful words, even as her guilt caused the tears to trickle down
her face. "You don't care! No one cares! Only Si ..."

She fell silent, her cheeks burning. The next moment, she turned
abruptly and started back to the stairs. She had barely taken a single
step when Frank suddenly grabbed her arm and spun her around. Amanda
gasped in shock, and the next moment he was embracing her tightly.
Amanda screamed at him and fought, but he clung too her too tightly.
Frank squeezed his eyes closed, tears silently flowing from them.

"Let go of me!" Amanda cried, but there was little conviction to her
words. Finally her protests failed her, and she fell limp against him,
bursting into tears.

"I'm sorry," Frank whispered in a choked voice. "I'm sorry, Amanda."

She let her daughter cry herself out, repeating his apology to her over
and over, his own voice dissolving into tears by the end, his body
shaking almost as badly as Amanda's. He realized this was the first
time he had hugged her like this in a very long time, and it only made
his shame feel that much worse. He had to take several deep breaths to
prevent himself from screaming in anguish.

"Father, please," Amanda said softly into his chest. "Please ... no
more ..."

"No more, darling," Frank said, kissing her hair. "No more booze. No
more games. No more lies."

"I don't want to go back."

"I know, princess."

"I'll do /anything/ not to go back!" Amanda sobbed.

Frank heaved a sigh. He remembered the broken bra strap. "Don't say
that, Amanda."

"It's true."

"No, it isn't."

Amanda looked up at him, her face stained with tears. She wiped at her
eyes with her hands. "You don't know what it's like there, father,"
Amanda said angrily. "There's no hope there. I'm too old. No one wants
me."

"I want you, princess," Frank said, his voice catching in his throat.

Amanda sighed. She clutched at him again. "Then mean it this time," she
said in a low voice. "/No more./"

Frank swallowed and nodded. "No more. I promise."



Sirinna sat at her customary place, shaded from the morning sun, fading
into even greater inconspicuousness amongst the cool shadows. Her
normally relaxed and casual demeanor was nowhere to be found under that
tree, her legs drawn up under her on the bench, hands fidgeting
nervously. She glanced anxiously to her side, and reached down to nudge
something further back behind her and out of sight.

It was the weekend, a time when she used to happily anticipate Amanda's
arrival. They had so much more time together on weekend days, which
they had spent on long walks, or reflection by the water fountain on
the other side of the park, or just looking up at the clouds from their
special place. Now that she had taken their relationship to a much more
intimate level, she should be looking forward to this even more so than
she had before.

Sirinna sighed and glanced off to the side again. She contemplated just
leaving it here, feigning ignorance if Amanda saw it. Oh, I didn't see
that here. Oh, it was here when I sat down. Oh, that thing? Someone
must have dropped it.

Sirinna shook her head. No, Amanda was too clever for that. She'd never
believe someone just left a coil of rope on park bench like this.

She wondered if she was not cut out for this after all. She should have
been content with her position as Roquan's best Trainer, instead of
getting ideas above her station. She felt embarrassed now as to how she
had practically begged Roquan to let her train to be a Slaver.

Sirinna reached behind her and picked up the rope. It was thick and
smooth, the threads woven to a strength and perfection not found on
Earth. If it were not for that, she could just pitch it into the bushes
and forget about it.

Her fingers curled more tightly around the rope. No, she had a duty.
She had to do it, just as she was instructed.

First, get to know the candidate.

Then, coax her (or him -- it just so happened she found a girl this
time) into a sexual foray.

Then, if enough trust has been established, see how she takes to
restraint.

And above all else, /don't get emotionally involved./

Yet nothing had turned out as planned. She got emotionally involved.
Worse, she got her candidate emotionally involved. Worst, she could not
even have the solace of knowing Amanda would be going back with her as
a new Captive.

Sirinna glanced up and flinched when she saw Amanda walking down the
path. She hastily shoved the rope to the side, turning her body to
better hide it from view.

Amanda dropped onto the seat next to Sirinna and hugged her tightly. "I
did it, Sirinna," she breathed into her ear. "I confronted him about
it. I told finally told what I really felt."

Sirinna took a deep breath through her nose. "And?"

Amanda slowly, reluctantly, parted from her. "I never saw him cry like
that. Not even when Rose died."

"So do you think it helped?"

Amanda sighed. "I don't know," she admitted. "I thought about staying
home today, to keep an eye on him. He only needs to get through this
until Monday."

Sirinna felt a twinge of guilt. It was the same day she was supposed to
leave. "Do you need to go back home, Amanda?" she asked softly. She was
not sure whether the lack of the girl's company would relieve her more
than it would hurt her.

Amanda shook her head. "No. I can't keep watching him. If he wants to
do this, if he wants to stop drinking and get his act together, he has
to do it himself. I can't help him anymore."

Sirinna allowed herself a small smile. She lay a hand on Amanda's thigh
and caressed it gently. "I'm very happy you came, then," she said,
telling only a half-truth.

"I need this time with you, Sirinna," Amanda said in a husky voice.

Sirinna's hand slid up Amanda's thigh. Amanda's legs parted a bit, her
sex tingling. She leaned into Sirinna, slipping an arm around the
woman's waist. Sirinna replied in kind, one arm drawing Amanda close to
her, the other laying the hand on the coil of rope, her mind wrenched
with indecision.

"So what are we going to do today, Sirinna?" Amanda said.

Sirinna chuckled softly and lifted her hand to the girl's side, sliding
upward, flirting with the side of one breast through the shirt. "Do you
need to ask that, Amanda?"

Amanda took a deep breath and let it go, feeling her skin flush. "I
never thought I'd get this excited with ..."

Sirinna reached behind Amanda and played with her hair. "Yes?"

"Well, with a woman," Amanda said, her cheeks coloring.

Sirinna paused a moment, then remembered what she had been taught about
this world. Sex between the same gender was seen as aberrant by much of
society. "Do you not like some of the boys at your school?" Sirinna
asked gently.

Amanda gave a small, excited sigh as Sirinna stroked the inside of one
her thighs with the backs of her fingers. "The funny thing is, I do,"
she said. "I would have dated one of them if it hadn't been for
everything that was happening with my father."

/She's bisexual,/ Sirinna thought. /Great gods, she is so perfect./

The next moment, she actually felt guilty for that thought.

Her fingers tightened around the rope. No, she couldn't do it. She
couldn't ...

Amanda shifted, snuggling closer to Sirinna, her arm sliding further
around the woman's waist, and jabbing her fingers into Sirinna's hand.

"Oops, I'm sorry, I ... wait, what's this?" Amanda said, her fingers
closing on one end of the rope.

Sirinna snatched it away from Amanda's probing fingers. Amanda blinked
up at her questioningly.

Sirinna had no choice now.

She smiled gently at Amanda and straightened up in her seat. "Amanda,
you like trying new things, don't you?"

"Well, yes, I suppose," Amanda said.

"Certainly you showed some, ah, initiative yesterday with us in the
grass."

"Oh, you mean that." Amanda blushed but smiled. "Yes, in that case,
you're right."

"Well, you tried something new on me yesterday, so today it's my turn."

Amanda nodded, feeling a tingle of excitement spark inside her, and a
gentle heat in her loins, the fire already having been lighted by
Sirinna's soft touches and furtive caresses.

"Now, you can tell me 'no'," Sirinna continued. "Or if you're okay with
it, you can tell me to stop any time. This is supposed to make things a
little more exciting."

Amanda nodded again, though more slowly. She curious now, a little
wary, but still excited. She doubted that Sirinna could present her
with anything she could not handle or that she would not like.

As they had been talking, the sun had started to creep over them as it
climbed higher in the morning sky, and when Sirinna pulled the coil of
rope from behind her and placed it in her lap, its whiteness seemed to
glow in the light.

Amanda's eyes widened. "Oh my," she said in a soft, quavering voice.



Amanda worried for the first time whether or not anyone would discover
them in their "special place". Really, there was nothing to prevent
anyone from just strolling down the hill from the park as they had
done. Yet despite this and her occasional nervous glance around her,
she dutifully slipped out of her clothing as Sirinna watched, the rope
swinging idly from Sirinna's fingers.

She grew more and more nervous as she stripped, but at the same time,
there was no denying that she was excited. As she turned more towards
Sirinna and into the sun, the light revealed a small glint of moisture
in the folds of her sex, and cast small shadows from her rising nipples
on the smooth flesh of her breasts.

By the time she stood naked in the warm morning air, she trembled,
mostly with trepidation, but also with the small flame of desire that
Sirinna had kindled.

Sirinna stepped up to her and placed a hand gently on Amanda's
shoulder. "Are you okay with this, Amanda?" she asked in a low voice,
her gaze steady and serious.

Amanda paused a moment, eyes flitting about nervously. She nodded.

Sirinna gripped the rope tightly, her own desire a rising tide that she
tried to resist long enough to give the girl every chance to refuse.
"Be very sure," she said. "I don't want to hurt you. I want this to be
enjoyable."

Amanda gazed into Sirinna's eyes and paused a moment, then slowly
smiled. "I trust you, Sirinna," she said sincerely.

/She really does,/ Sirinna thought, and now hesitated herself. /But
that's what you wanted, wasn't it?/

Sirinna could not answer her own question, but she did know how she
felt, and she was too excited to back down on her own. "All right,
Amanda," she said gently, and stepped behind the girl. "Now, cross your
hands behind your back."

Amanda swallowed and did as Sirinna asked, clenching her hands to keep
them from shaking. At the last moment she briefly reconsidered,
wondering why Sirinna was asking her to do this. It was almost as if it
did not make sense to her. She did trust Sirinna not to hurt her, but
her confusion remained.

Yet she did nothing to resist as the rope was slipped around her
wrists, threaded around them in a methodical cross pattern, growing
tighter with each circuit, her heart pounding. A moment of fear made
her tug at her arms in an attempt at escape, only to find that enough
rope had been secured around her that her wrists would not move. She
drew her breath in and let it go as a quaking sigh, realizing even
before Sirinna began to tie off the ends that she was helpless.

Sirinna stepped out from behind Amanda, her fingers tracing lightly
along Amanda's back and then around her shoulder, and down her arm.
Amanda shuddered with fear and desire in equal measure, the rope around
her wrists suddenly feeling much tighter than it really was. Sirinna
drew closer to Amanda, sliding an arm around her waist. The touch took
on an entirely new light to Amanda now, unable to resist it or to push
Sirinna way.

Amanda raised her eyes to Sirinna, and flushed hot at the sultry gaze
she found greeting her. When Amanda spoke, her voice was weak and
breathy. "S-so ... now what?"

Sirinna grasped Amanda's arm, guiding down to her knees. "Now, Amanda,"
Sirinna said, her voice gentle, but edged with lust. Her lips curled
into a tiny smile. "Now ... I have my way with you."

For just a very brief moment, Amanda panicked at these words, and had
Sirinna hesitated in any way, she might very well have tried to pull
away. But before Amanda could react, Sirinna's hand had alighted on her
breast, cupping it gently, a light and almost fleeting touch, as if
Sirinna were still trying to make up her mind about something.

The reality was, Sirinna knew exactly what she was doing, and what she
was going to do now to the helpless Amanda.

She gave Amanda's petite orb barely a squeeze, just enough to let
Amanda know she had been touched. Her hand slipped to the other, doing
the same. At first, Amanda was confused, but the more Sirinna teased
her, the more she wanted a firmer touch. As Sirinna's fingertips traced
lazy, slow swirls about the areola, Amanda tried to lean further into
her touch, only to have a firm hand at her shoulder hold her back.

Sirinna flicked at Amanda's nipples, again, nothing more than a
fleeting presence. The nipple grew firmly erect, wanting more. Amanda's
breath became short, her body aching with need. A tremor of
anticipation went through Amanda as Sirinna replaced her fingertip with
her tongue, but yet again, Sirinna's touches were light and furtive.
Amanda drew in her breath as Sirinna closed her lips around it, only to
let it go as a soft whimper as Sirinna did nothing more than bestow a
kiss upon it.

Both of Amanda's nipples soon tingled madly from this treatment. She
uttered a moan when Sirinna's hand slid over the trimmed tuft of pubic
hair above her mound, yet Sirinna again teased her, playing with her
hair, tracing patterns in it. Amanda's hips writhed, as if to encourage
Sirinna to slide down to her now warm and moist pussy.

When Sirinna did finally relent, a single finger sliding over Amanda's
tender womanhood, Amanda moaned in deep desire and want. Sirinna moved
slowly and deliberately, her strokes soft, arousing without
stimulating.

Amanda's desires rose to a fever pitch, her body shaking. "Oh God,
Sirinna," she moaned, her voice barely comprehensible. She strained at
the rope binding her hands, desperately wanting to be touched harder.
She slid her knees apart, parting her thighs, wanting Sirinna to go
deeper, to press harder into her, yet Sirinna did not take the
invitation.

Still, Sirinna continued, tongue swirling about one of Amanda's
nipples, fingers stroking Amanda's pussy, until the girl was panting
hard. Finally it was too much for her. "Sirinna, please," she breathed.
"Oh God ... p-please ..."

Sirinna's Trainer instincts told her to ignore Amanda pleas, to drive
her into a complete frenzy, until she was on the verge of tears. The
truth was, she loved doing it. She loved the little whimpers, the
desperate moans, the pleading and begging. She was very good at it, and
the thought of doing it now made her sex grow warm and wet.

But she couldn't do it to Amanda. Not now. Even if she could take
Amanda with her, it was too much too soon.

Amanda tilted her head back and moaned as she felt Sirinna suck her
nipple harder, Sirinna squeezing it between her lips, lashing with her
tongue. Fingers moved with more purpose between Amanda's legs, sinking
into the tender, yielding flesh, stroking her with a firmer touch. Even
now, the buildup was slow, her pussy wet with the pleasure that Sirinna
was drawing from her, yet loathe to rise, making her pant harder.

Amanda's mouth opened, her breathing hot and urgent as Sirinna curved
her fingers so they penetrated Amanda on each down-stroke. She moved
faster and faster, changing the angle of her hand until two fingers
were thrusting in and out of Amanda.

"Oh God ... oh yes ..." Amanda moaned. "More ... oh my God ..."

Suddenly, it mattered not to Amanda that she was bound, that she knelt
upon the ground like a submissive prisoner. She had ceased the small
struggles that she had been subconsciously doing since it started, a
complete surrender to the passion of the moment. Her knees slid further
apart, wobbling as if threatening to spill her to the ground. She
leaned forward, her moans becoming cries as she soared.

Amanda crested, her pussy throbbing hard, squeezing and straining
against Sirinna's fingers. An orgasm she was powerless to have stopped;
her mind reeled from the dark thrill that it experienced at this
thought, and at the idea that she had actually enjoyed it as much as if
she had been unfettered throughout it.

Sirinna smiled as Amanda came, drawing her fingers up as she continued
to stroke Amanda's pussy, prolonging the orgasm until Amanda's
breathing became ragged gasps. Finally, slowly, Sirinna relented,
drawing herself up and wrapping her arms gently around Amanda. Amanda
groaned and leaned into her, Sirinna cradling Amanda's head against her
bosom.

"Now, was that worth it, Amanda?" Sirinna asked.

Amanda, still catching her breath and feeling a little dazed, just
nodded.

"Do you think you're up to returning the favor?"

Amanda paused a moment and looked up, her arms twitching behind her.
"With ... with my hands still tied?" she asked.

Sirinna stroked Amanda's hair. "I'd like you to try, if you would."

"O-okay."

Sirinna broke off her tender embrace long enough to pull her gown up
and over her head, tossing to the side in the grass. She slipped an arm
around Amanda again, stroked her hair a few times, then dropped her
hand behind Amanda's head and guided it towards one of her breasts.

Amanda closed her eyes and parted her lips as she leaned over and down.
Her tongue sought Sirinna's nipple, licking slowly and lightly, trying
to duplicate what Sirinna had done. Instead, Sirinna nudged her closer,
making her lips press into the areola.

"Suck it," Sirinna said in a husky voice, remembering how remarkably
skillful Amanda had been the other day for a beginner. She lifted her
chin and sighed contentedly as she felt her nipple pulled into Amanda's
mouth.

As the euphoria of her orgasm wore off, Amanda became more aware of how
her wrists still lay immobilized behind her back. Some of her
nervousness returned, at odds with the simple enjoyment of pleasuring
her lover. Even as she eagerly suckled, she twisted her wrists in the
ropes, as if trying to find some slack, some way to loosen them.

Sirinna moaned deeply, her breath growing short. She resisted the urge
to rush to the next stage, wanting to enjoy this moment and the taste
of what she could not have with Amanda. She eased Amanda over to her
other breast, holding Amanda firmly against her bosom.

Amanda felt her feelings in conflict. Despite her implicit trust in
Sirinna, she did feel as if the woman had captured her, using her for
sexual pleasure. The fact that Amanda was very willing to give that
pleasure anyway made the whole experience a bit strange to her. Oh,
yes, there was excitement to it, her nether regions still tingling with
it even now, yet it disturbed her as well.

Then Sirinna moaned again, a quivering hand stroking Amanda's hair, and
she panted in earnest. It was obvious to Amanda that Sirinna was quite
excited by this herself, even more so than she had been the times
before. Was this all just from the fact that Amanda was restrained? Was
Sirinna actually aroused by Amanda's bonds?

Sirinna uttered another breathy moan and pulled away from Amanda. She
gave Amanda smile so tender that it made Amanda forget some of her
misgivings for the moment. Not a word passed between them, Amanda
watching as Sirinna stood, then rising to her own feet at Sirinna's
silent bid. Sirinna picked up her gown and took Amanda's arm. She led
the girl away from their usual spot, and over to where a boulder lay.
Sirinna looked at Amanda, tenderness turning lustful as she had Amanda
kneel again, nudging her down until Amanda's face was level with
Sirinna's sex.

Amanda gazed up at Sirinna, her hands clenching and unclenching
nervously, her role as the submissive now emphasized to the point that
she longed to be released. Yet she knew there was on more task she had
to do, and as Sirinna lifted a foot onto the boulder, spreading her
pussy before Amanda, Amanda could see how wet and aroused it was. She
could smell the warm, musky scent, and once again, she could forget her
predicament, for she cared too much about whether Sirinna received the
same pleasure Amanda had had from her.

Without being summoned or nudged, Amanda tilted her head back and
slipped her tongue between Sirinna's labia, curling it upward to find
her Sirinna's swollen womanhood. Sirinna let out a long sigh when
Amanda touched it, licking it with light, quick laps of her tongue. She
heard Sirinna respond, saw her body shudder. Amanda lifted herself up a
bit, pressing her lips to Sirinna's mound and over her clitoris.

"Oh, great gods ..." Sirinna moaned as Amanda's cheeks dimpled, tugging
Sirinna into her mouth. She had not been this excited in a very long
time, even from the last time she had Trainees under her tutelage.
Amanda was incredibly sensuous without even trying. She envied whatever
boys -- or girls -- Amanda may choose to fancy after Sirinna was gone.

Yet Amanda was also headstrong and willful. Even the way she submitted
to bondage did not change that. Even now there was a quiet boldness to
Amanda's movements, her tongue sliding against Sirinna's aroused flesh
almost aggressively. The firm, broad strokes Amanda laid against
Sirinna's womanhood with the flat of her tongue were anything but
submissive.

Sirinna was panting hard, rocking her hips against Amanda's face.
Amanda sucked harder, shaking her head slightly, slashing her tongue
back and forth. Sirinna resisted the urge to put her hand behind
Amanda's head and press it to her, to make sure she did not slacken.
She instead had to be content with words.

"Oh, yes ... " Sirinna gasped. "Yes ... Amanda, don't stop ... ohhh
..."

Amanda did what Sirinna wanted anyway. She lifted herself up again,
shoving her face hard against Sirinna's mound, licking her hard and
fast. Sirinna soared up and went over, uttering a long cry, throbbing
powerfully against Amanda's face. Her hips tried to buck as Amanda kept
licking at her, as intense as her orgasm was.

By the time Sirinna nudged Amanda from her, she could tell that this
was going to be a climax that left a lingering ache in her sex, the
kind that she loved, that reminded her of what pleasure she had
experienced.

"Amanda, that was /very/ nice," Sirinna said in a breathless voice.

A smile crept slowly over Amanda's wet lips. "I'm glad you were
pleased," she said.

Sirinna touched Amanda's face, running her fingers softly against one
cheek. Amanda was sincere. She was always so sincere. There was nothing
duplicitous about her.

Briefly, Sirinna wished she could be honest with Amanda and tell her
everything. It was terrible for her to have to keep everything from the
girl. Even if she sought Amanda as a new Captive, nothing was to be
revealed until the Captive was safely on the side of the Portal. That
was the way it was done. No explanations. No hints. Nothing, until
there can be no refusal.

The twinge of guilt came and went again, and it prompted Sirinna to
immediately bring Amanda back to her feet and untie her hands from
behind her back.

Relief swiftly came over Amanda as the ropes came undone from her
wrists. She rubbed at the slight impression made against her skin by
the ropes, wondering why they had not left more of a mark, considering
how tight they had been. Or had it only seemed that way? Perhaps she
had been more nervous about them than she needed to be?

Sirinna smiled at her. "Here, let's go put our clothes back on and go
for a walk."

Amanda nodded, eyes glanced at the rope again. It didn't seem so scary
to her now.