He had to make it impossible for her to maintain.
Chapter Five
“What is this place?” Lana asked, as Anasi showed her into the room. There was nothing inside of it but floor-to-ceiling white walls of the same material that had dissolved to a see-through observation window. Lana eyed it now mistrustfully.
Anasi folded his hands in front of him. “You are very fortunate,” he sighed. “This sort of... training... is very rare.”
Lana raised her eyebrows. The plug inside of her shifted as she moved, and she tried to block out the aching pleasure it delivered each time it touched a new place inside of her.
Above her, the ceiling opened and disgorged what looked like four rods. Lana stared at them, because the material was strange, appearing at once to be rigid and solid, but revealing as it moved that it was also flexible, almost like a liquid.
“What—?” she began, but the restraints on her arms became heavy and then pulled at her wrists and ankles, this time apart and upward.
She let out a gasp as she was stretched apart into a starfish shape, while something cool, made of a material similar to Earthen plastic, rose from the floor and came to support her beneath her back. It melded to her body at every point, supporting her like a large hand.
She involuntarily moved against the restraints, but Anasi approached her and stroked her hair. “Just relax,” he said, as her collar clicked into place behind her, holding her to the support beneath her.
She fought against the collar, trying to lift her head, for a few moments, while the ankle restraints and the bending rods they were attached to rose and spread apart, bringing her legs close to her shoulders and baring her pussy to the ceiling.
“What is this!” she exclaimed, but as she did, she remembered her resolve to cooperate. Anasi looked at her and nodded, almost as though he had read her mind.
She allowed her body to relax into the support against her back, and was surprised to find it was quite comfortable. But the position of exposure she was in—spread completely open, the plug in her bottom like a hard rock between her legs, her pussy dripping for all to see—made her face flush.
What would they do to her now?
The ceiling opened again, the white material disgorging two more objects, both small and spherical in shape. The ceiling repaired itself as a puddle would after something passed through its surface.
The spheres descended, one above her mouth, the other in a straight line toward her exposed pussy.
She looked frantically, from the side of her eyes, at Anasi as the sphere came toward her face. He was perfectly calm, and she was about to exclaim something when the sphere stopped just inches above her mouth.
“Open your mouth,” Anasi urged patiently.
She started to protest but remembered her promise to herself: she was going to feign obedience. She was also reassured by the words he had spoken to her last night: she would not be physically harmed, even if she experienced discomfort.
There was also a deeper, and more troubling, matter: she almostwantedto open her mouth. She was curious about what would happen to her. Maybe even excited by it.
