Lance didn't play any tricks on me again, however sometimes the way he looked at me was unnerving. The lecturing voice recorded continued day and night. Lance said it was educational. He refused to turn it off.
One night, I found him in the bed instructing me the same way the recorded voice in my dream had been. The wet dream I had been having turned out to be real.
"My apologies, Miss Ginnan, but I must accomplish my mission," he told me, refusing to let me go no matter how I struggled. "You will be properly trained in these next few days. Since you have had experience before, you must learn to use that experience for your benefit. Now follow my instructions."
His fingers were inside me and I was too tired to do what he wanted. I was shocked awake by a jolt of electricity. It was only when he was satisfied that I had obediently learned the lesson that he let me sleep
In the morning, I was put through etiquette and poise training. He had put his toys in my underwear and I couldn't stop him. He was drugging me with something that made me more compliant. I had no way to resist. When I tried, I was punished until I was hot and sweaty beneath him, while he used his hands or toys to stimulate me.
Despite being trained to withstand some light brainwashing techniques, these weren't light techniques. It was intensive and I could feel myself slowly being bent to his will.
He personally trained me in kissing, pleasuring a man and how to be pleasured in a way that turned a man on. He trained me to always be wet and ready to be surprised by my master or trainer.
In fact, I didn't know when, but I had started calling him Trainer and looking forward to his lessons. Even at his most erect, he never did more than put his fingers inside to train me.
The sound of a chiming bell was used to tell me what to do and when. When the bell sounded, I had to obey or be punished.
The drugs were stopped but he now had me in the palm of his hand. I followed him as he worked all day and he took care of me in the most intimate ways.
Then Mr Borges came back. I didn't realise it had been a week. It felt like it had been an inordinately long period of time. Maybe even a year.
I met them at the front door and welcomed them home
"I apologise, Kim," Mr Borges said, looking down at me with his hand on my head. "What I thought would only be one week became a month. I ended up keeping Colborn with me, leaving you with Lance. How are things? You look so much better."
So it hadn't been a week at all. No wonder it had felt like such a long time.
"I feel a lot better," I agreed, fighting with the reminder in the back of my mind that I should be calling him 'Master'. "Thank you for taking me in."
"Well, you can't go back until your friend returns and I've been hearing that the city has become even more dangerous lately. I'll have to continue to ask you to live with me until your friend says the coast is clear."
I nodded.
Lance had just finished cooking and he requested everyone to come to the dining room to eat, while I helped him and Colborn bring in the luggage.
"Miss Ginnan, you are a guest. You should join Mr Borges and Mr Asvel at the dining table," Colborn told me and frowned at Lance.
Lance nodded at me when I looked at him and I did as I was told. At the dining table while they were serving the meat, the toys Lance had put in me began to vibrate. Without changing expression, I passed the meat to Mr Borges and stuck to the vegetables until Mr Borges put a piece of meat on my plate with a slight frown of concern.
I ate happily and the vibrator stopped troubling me, since I had obeyed Lance's wordless command.
Lance removed the toy in the bathroom that night and told me that my training period was over. The rest was up to me.
I didn't quite get it and we found Colborn waiting for us in my room when I came out of the bathroom ready for bed. Colborn had deep furrows in his forehead but otherwise didn't have anything other than his usual, polite expression.
He called Lance out of the room and Mr Borges came in to tuck me in. He gave me a kiss on the forehead to say goodnight. I tilted my head with a questioning look. He had never done this before.
"I'm sorry," he smacked his forehead. "I've just been too happy and excited to see how much better you are. I've missed you this past month."
"Thank you?" I returned, allowing him to stroke my head. I wasn't entirely sure how I should respond when he kept staring at me like that. "Thank you for being willing to take me in."
"It's my pleasure, Kim," Mr Borges said in a thick voice, smiling broadly. "I'm just glad you're better."
He sat on the edge of the bed just as there was an ominous flash of bright light outside. I automatically reacted, pushing him down onto the bed and pulling him to the other side of the bed to the ground. The ground shook. The doors and windows rattled with the booming sound of an explosion. There was the sound of breaking glass.
The doors burst open and burly men rushed into the room, finding us taking shelter on the other side of the bed.
"Mr Borges is in Miss Ginnan's room. Both appear safe and sound. Nil injuries. One window pane has broken. Any news on what just happened?" one particular man spoke into a radio unit.
"Copy that. There was an explosion. From what we can see, The Edge Shopping Centre Complex is at the centre of the explosion. The cliff there has broken and the remains of the building have fallen into the gulf. We can assume that the Gulf is under attack again until further advice from the authorities."
I sat up straight, hands over my mouth, looking in the direction of the window. If it was The Edge that had been bombed, that meant Headquarters was down. Which meant authority passed to Director Panko and their branch on the other side of the city. They'd be directing things. I needed to be out there helping with the search and rescue, but hands on my hips held me down.
"Kim," said Mr Borges from where he lay on the floor beneath me. "You aren't going anywhere. You've been entrusted into my care and you haven't completely recovered yet. Don't give your friends further cause to be worry."
I took a few deep breaths, trying to put out the fire of concern in my chest and I struggled with him a bit more. Mr Borges sat up to hug me.
"I know how much you may want to go, but Kim, you can't. Please understand."
My mouth opened and closed, wanting to protest but ultimately, I swallowed what I wanted to say. He was right. I wasn't fully recovered and if I went to help, I'd just make Shigure worried.
Or would I?
The window glass was cleared up and the broken pane of glass replaced with a piece of cardboard for the time being.
"Come sleep in a different room," Mr Borges told me, still hugging me and stroking my back. "There aren't any spare rooms, but you can have mine. I'll sleep on the couch."
"No, no," I waved my hand. "I'll take the couch. I'd fit on it better than you."
"She can have my room," Lance said, looking at us with an amused smile.
What was there to be amused about?
Looking down, I realised I was sitting on Mr Borges's lap with my legs wrapped around him and he was still hugging me naturally. In fact, there was a slight bulge sticking into me. There was the rattling sound of security shutters covering all the windows.
"Mr Borges, you should be safe to move freely within the house now," the bodyguard leader nodded, having finished talking to his counterpart on the radio. "Please don't leave the house until we have clearance, but be prepared to move straight to the bunker in case the Gulf is under attack again and war has broken out."
"Very well," Mr Borges said and nodded to Colborn and Lance.
"On it, sir," Colborn nodded, walking out.
Lance had already taken out my suitcase and was packing my things away.
Mr Borges picked me up as we were and carried me to his room, placing me in his bed and tucking me in.
"I can walk by myself," I had told him. "I thought I was sleeping on the couch?"
"Sleep in the bed," Mr Borges told me. "It's more comfortable.
"I can't take your bed from you," I flailed, trying to get up but failing because Mr Borges was holding me down.
"Sleep here," he told me. "Please."
"No," I struggled with his hand and berated myself for not thinking of doing more upper body exercise the past few days. I was too weak. "The bed is yours."
"Yes, and I'm telling you to sleep in it," Mr Borges looked at me with mild exasperation. When I didn't stop struggling, he wrapped me in the blanket and then hugged me, lying down on the end with me. "Look. I'll sleep on my bed too. Does this make you feel better? It's big enough for us to share."
I stared up at the ceiling, panting, wrapped in a masculine scent. Colborn brought over another blanket for Mr Borges. I couldn't escape from the blanket in which I was rolled in and Mr Borges rested his head on my shoulder, closing his eyes.
"Go to sleep, heroine," Mr Borges told me. "You can only help your friends when you've completely recovered and they come for you. Before then, be good, ok?"
I sighed.
It took a while, but I eventually fell asleep, only to be woken in the early hours of the morning by deep, passionate kisses. They stole my breath away and in the fuzzy confusion, I thought Lance was giving me a surprise test again. Automatically, I responded.
"Kimmi Ginnan, I like you so much," murmured a husky voice in my ear. "Say 'yes'. Let me in?"
That woke me up.