"Here you go, safe at last; thos awful people can't touch you here." assured the good-looking brunette female detective as her charge explored her new home. She kicked herself mentally as she saw the stunning blond's gave locked firmly on the handcuffs on her belt. Standard police equipment, of course, but nothing but a liability on this very strange assignment. Baby-sitting the former slave as she adjusted to life as a free woman, keeping her safe until the trial.
Jenny quickly adjust her jacket to cover to cuffs, worried that Lisa might be upset by the sight, triggering memories of her suffering. Jenny's brieings had only touched on the nature of Lisa's lengthy ordeal as a star attraction in some sort of BDSM brothel, where wealthy Sadists had apparently paid top dollar for the use slaves they could abuse freely. The grapevine connecting law enforcement officers had into overdrive with this case, hardly a conversation took place in the station which didn't feature talking about whipping or barbed wire.
Had she been blessed with the ability to read minds, she would have been shocked by the thoughts going through Lisa's mind at the moment. They were flashbacks to her experiences, that much was true - but far from the brutal tortures on which uninformed gossips focused, Lisa had slipped back to an early session where only her pride suffered. Having captured the stunning yet naïve blond, her captors subjected her to an intensive program of tests with harsh punishments and equally intense rewards. Seeing those solid-looking steel police handcuffs brought back memories of a long session on Sybian, naked save a blindfold, hands cuffed behind her back, pushed to one orgasm over another. All in front of an audience, though she was blinded to, she could hear their derisive laughs, the casually cruel comments of what a filthy piece of fuck meat she must be. At the time, she found the experience humiliating, yet after all she had been through after that, her only memory was of the orgasms riding through her body like an electrical storm.
The cuffs out of sight, Jenny showed Lisa the rest of the flat she would be calling home for the coming months; closets with a variet of outfits in Lisa's size, swimsuits to full length dresses, The local anti=human trafficking group was sparing no money to help rehabilitate the girl and get her ready to testify to bring down the slavery ring.
A passing mention of the other facilities and amenities. Swimming pool on the ground floor, landline phone, computer with internet, the tour concluding in the kitchen where Jenny made coffee for both of them.
Sitting down and relaxing, Lisa had to make the conscious effort to sit on furniture and her legs need not be open. The baggy pair of jeans she'd been given afforded her more modesty than anytthing she had worn in her years-long ordeal other than the horrendous "punishment suit", but she felt certain the ample closets would contain something that felt good.
Jenny quickly ran through the ground rules - essentially, any time Lisa wanted to leave the flat, she had to take Jenny with her. The ring leaders might be behind bars awaiting trial, but the authorities were under no illusions abou the extent of their reach, behind bars or not; even in a government owned hotel used to housing dignitaries, they were worried that she might not be entirely safe.
Later that evening, after sharing a pizza and bottle of win, Jenny cautiously nudged the conversation towards the reason they were together. Her tongue loosed by the alcohol, Lisa started giving her new companion an overview of her life: brutal punishments for the slightest infraction, of the rules, or just for the amusement of those inflicting them, near-constant sexual use and abuse by a never-ending string of Sadists, irrelevant of gender, and more intense orgasms than can be accurately described.
As that last bit lipped out, Lisa blushed furiously, and put her hand to her mouth as if to stop any more revelations. Jenny, shocked as she was, looked at her with both eyebrows raised.
After a moment, Jenny said speculatively, "Well, I guess the would have all kinds of high-end sex toys, not just all the kinky pain stuff?" With a little more prompting, Jenny managed to coax out of Lisa that before her ordeal the blond had loved bondage and pain, not to the extremes inflicted on her in captivity of course, but several years before her capture Lisa had been unable to enjoy her vibrator without at least having her nipples clamped. Thy psychologist briefing Jenny beforehand had anticipated this, explaining it her an 'endorphin addiction' the body become physically dependent on the natural endorphins produced in response to both physical exertion and pain.
A few minutes and further refill of wine saw the pair hunched over the laptop. Jenny had almost immediately brought up a website offering a vast range of very expensive "adult" products of almost every kind. Their inhibitions peeled away, finally after three attempts to enter the information, Jenny's credit card to have some of the items delivered.
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