Owned And Owner by Anneke Jacob Page B

very lucky, while he was whipping my ass he would let me rub my chained labia against the post. One of his favorite ideas was a thin chain tight around each thigh and through each labia ring, pulling my cunt lips wide, making me even more unprotected and exposed than usual.
    The rings became part of me, little handles to hold or tie me. They had an effect on my psyche out of all proportion to their size. Bits of metal, integrated with my flesh, making it incredibly easy to hurt me with the slightest tug or twist. That was so scary, especially in that period, relatively early in my slavery, when my confidence that I would not be cut into little pieces was largely based on some reading I had been given on the subject, on another planet, millions of kilometers away. My brain could say whatever it wanted about how safe I was from serious damage; my body was afraid. My body was naked and utterly defenseless, at the mercy of the huge beings around me.
    The hard rings made me feel more acutely the tenderness and vulnerability of the flesh they pierced. And the little metal handles made me a thing, almost a piece of furniture. The rings were now part of my slave’s body, offering simple attachment points for the convenient use of the object that I was.
     
    Liaske talked to his son by vidcam one day. ‘When am I going to see this new acquisition of yours?’
    ‘I didn’t know you’d care to.’ Garid studied his father’s face. ‘Do you want to come here? Or do you just want a look at her?’
    ‘Anything that’s obsessing you this much is worth a visit. I called your office. They said you were working from home.’
    ‘I’m not goofing off entirely. The next proposal’s half done.’ Then he laughed. ‘One look at your face and I’m trying to prove I haven’t forgotten my homework.’
    Liaske smiled, but there was no diverting him. ‘When?’
    ‘Come tomorrow.’
    The next day Liaske sat down with Garid in the view room, and looked at the female sitting on her heels in front of him. She wore a leash and collar, and rings in her flesh. Garid had chosen not to push the situation too far; he had applied the healing accelerator to her welts, and although not invisible, they could reasonably be overlooked by anyone who didn’t want to examine her too closely.
    ‘She’s rather a cute little thing. Smaller than I expected from pictures.’
    ‘Yes, they breed quite small, apparently.’
    ‘She’s very attached to you.’
    ‘You’ve a quick eye.’
    ‘It’s apparent enough. Follows you with her eyes, and she leans toward you even though she stays where she’s put.’ Liaske watched the slave as he spoke. ‘I see she doesn’t understand Henthen . But she certainly can’t conceal her feelings, can she?’
    ‘No, she’s quite transparent.’
    ‘Very animal-like in that way. Odd how that makes her seem less than human. Just a hajedy ,’ said Liaske , using the term for female animal.
    ‘Interesting that you should say that, because “ jeedy ” is what I call her.’
    Liaske nodded, and continued to contemplate the smooth-skinned, childish-looking face. ‘She doesn’t look like a criminal.’
    Garid’s eyes crinkled at the corners. ‘Not on this planet. No opportunity.’
    ‘You’re careful to give her none, I take it. What did she do?’
    ‘General mayhem and destructiveness. About forty incidents, from the record. Also, she didn’t do anything useful, which really seems to have annoyed them.’
    ‘Sounds like the Wulbish clan.’
    Garid laughed. ‘They’re of some use! They provide gossip for everyone else and an income for lawyers.’
    ‘Speaking of which, Avignar Wulbish was in my office the other day…’
    Garid listened to his father’s story with amusement and relief. If Liaske could chat comfortably with his son’s pet woman six feet away, it was going to be all right.
    Before he left, Liaske stroked the creature’s hair and, holding her chin, once again examined her eyes and brows, the