The Blue Cantina

by Paul Blades

  Elaine favored lavender, a deep red and black to offset Anna’s dark skin. Anna blushed as the shop girl held panty after panty to her shaved loins to see how the colors matched her flesh. She tried on several pairs of silk stockings, carefully pulling them up her thighs so as not to damage them.

  “You’ve got great legs,” Elaine complimented her. Anna had always worn either pantyhose or self supporting stockings and felt uncomfortable putting on the garter belts that she was shown. Elaine brought her to one of the full length mirrors to let her see herself. She was wearing a black garter belt and dark, black, sheer stockings. The bra, which covered only the lower half of her breasts and pushed them together to form a tight cleavage, was black as well. Elaine made her put on her high heels so she could see how it looked. When she stared in the mirror, she saw someone who she didn’t recognize. The woman was pretty, seductive, almost like one of those girls in lingerie ads or in soft core men’s magazines. Elaine stood close to Anna, letting their upper arms make contact. Her hand came to rest lightly on Anna’s left rear globe. “You look marvelous, honey,” she said. “Mr. Devlin will like it a lot.”

  Anna agreed. The straps of her garter belt framed her trimmed pussy perfectly. Her breasts were pushed up in presentation position and her legs looked long and sensuous. She looked eminently fuckable. Embarrassingly, she could see that her nipples had tautened. The hand resting lightly on her rear was hot and disturbing. She caught Elaine’s eyes peering into hers in the mirror and shivered.

  Elaine settled on ten sets of undergarments and bought ten pairs of sheer stockings in varying shades to go with them. The next stop was a dress shop. They knew Elaine there as well.

  They spent about three hours in the dress store. Elaine picked out a number of short, sheath dresses with thin straps. No way would Anna ever have bought them for herself. They were prohibitively expensive, but that wasn’t it. Their thin fabric clung to Anna’s body like a second skin. Their bodices were loose and suggestive, plunging deeply so that the tips of Anna breasts were just barely covered. She knew that if she leaned over she would be giving everyone quite a show. The hems reached just a few inches below the crux of her thighs. Anna wondered how she would ever be able to sit down in them without exposing her sex.

  Elaine also selected three strapless dresses of varying shades and two long gowns with slits that ascended practically to her hip. By the time they were done, Elaine had purchased twelve dresses in all. The ones that were most disturbing to Anna were pastel with long bodices that ended just below her hips and had short, flouncy skirts. She looked just like a teenager in them. The thought of reliving her teenage years was horrific to Anna. In fact all of the dresses, even the gowns, seemed to make her appear much younger than she was. Anna didn’t know what instructions Devlin had given Elaine as to what kind of dresses to buy, but she sensed that the whole intent was to make the age difference between her and Devlin seem greater than the twelve or so years that separated them.

  Before they left the dress shop, Elaine insisted that Anna wear one of the adolescent style dresses.

  They stopped for a quick bite to eat at an elegant downtown restaurant. Conscious of her short, revealing skirt, the tight, uplifting bodice of her dress, the way that it clung skin-like to her curves, Anna felt all eyes on her, even as she strode in behind the languorous, svelte form of Elaine. They ate a couple of light salads and drank a few glasses of wine before resuming their assault on Devlin’s pocketbook. They went to three different shoe stores and bought ten pairs of pumps and high heels. The last stop was a beauty salon where an elegantly coiffed and expertly made up female sales assistant produced several shades of powders and eyeliners that would be complimentary to Anna’s new wardrobe. Anna was surprised how much she enjoyed being fussed over and agreed that the shades that she had been using in the past were not nearly as complementary to her skin and hair color as the ones the woman selected. When the makeup lesson ended, a stylist painted Anna’s finger and toenails a deep, almost maroon red. Elaine picked out a sultry smelling, imported perfume for her.

  Anna felt transformed when they got into the limousine to return to Devlin’s mansion. She had left a moderately attractive young woman, dressed conservatively as appropriate for her age and station in life and was returning looking like a high class, juvenile harlot. She had to keep her knees closely together to stop her skirt from riding up her thighs and she was self-conscious about the exposed portions of her breasts. Elaine seemed subdued as compared to their journey out as if she too dreaded a return to the Devlin mansion.

  It was a forty five minute ride back to Devlin’s estate from the city. The closer they got to their destination, the larger grew the knot that had formed in Anna’s stomach. The selection of the huge wardrobe at Devlin’s expense underscored the commitment she was making to him. With each dress, each dainty undergarment, each bright, snappy high heeled shoe that Elaine had added to the pile of loot, Anna had felt a piece of herself slip away. Now dressed in her new finery, she felt like she had sold herself in exchange for the habiliments of luxury. “No,” she thought. “It’s all for the Center, the girls. I don’t need these things, don’t want them.” But somehow she felt that the haute couture dresses, the lacy, delicate underthings, the expensive and refined haircut she had agreed to, would all be added to her tab and serve as further justification for Devlin’s sense of ownership of her.

  Looking out of the window of the sleek limousine, watching the countryside speed by, Anna reminded herself that she could just walk away from all of this if only she had the courage to face the consequences, the shame of exposure, the possibility of jail. If she knew that somehow the Center would continue, that someone would step up and save it by replacing the money that Carol had stolen, she could accept whatever she had coming to her. After all, the Center came first. But that was the tipping point in all of her equivocations. There was little or no hope that the Center would be able to survive the negative publicity. All of those young girls now resident there and all of the many ones to come, would be left to fend for themselves in a hostile, exploitative world. No, it was better that she suffer in their stead, that she serve as the sacrifice for their betterment. What was one person’s life and well being compared to all the others?

  Casting her eyes up to the front seat, Anna saw the eyes of the driver in the rear view mirror. Was she right to assume that she still had a choice? If she were to get out of the limo when they reached Devlin’s and get into her car and drive away, would the coarse looking, muscular man drag her inside anyway? Would Elaine utter a single syllable of protest as she screamed and struggled for her freedom? She doubted it. And then she would face Vincent’s whip and the more drastic, unnamed punishments he had threatened her with this morning. Anna turned away from the vision of the chauffer’s beady, sinister eyes in the mirror.

  What was she thinking about? She didn’t even have her car keys. They were in her handbag in Devlin’s office or wherever he had put it. She hadn’t wanted to leave the mansion without it, felt naked without the reassurance of its contents, but had been too afraid to ask for it before they had left. The small bag held her keys, her identification and served as a kind of emergency kit for all the small crises that could pop up during the course of a woman’s day. Without it, she felt defenseless, like the little girl that she seemed to be becoming, dependant on others for everything. She needed her handbag and could not flee without it. She would have to go inside the mansion when they got there and face whatever torments Devlin had in store for her tonight. She closed her eyes and leaned back in the soft, cushioned seat, her heart sick at her predicament.

  Anna’s stomach rolled over as the limo pulled onto the gravel parking area in front of the mansion and stopped in front of its ominous entranceway. The bags containing Anna’s booty and the clothes that she had worn this morning were in the trunk and, after opening the door so that Anna and Elaine could step out, the driver went around to the back of the vehicle to retrieve them
. The dresses had been shipped ahead by the dress shop. Vincent was waiting at the door and escorted the two young women into the library to the left of the entrance. It wasn’t really a library, although there were several lines of unread tomes along the walls. It was more like a lounge, with several overstuffed, leather couches, easy chairs and a large entertainment center. Like Devlin’s office, it had large, arching windows that looked out on the driveway and, on the side, over the vast, spreading lawn of the estate and towards the tree covered hills that lay beyond. It was dark outside, a little after 7, and the view out of the side window was overcome by the night. In the front, Anna could see the parking paddock and the resting vehicles in the bright lights that flooded the area. She thought of her red Toyota Camry they had passed on the way in and how wonderful it would be to run to it and flee. Vincent told the women that Mr. Devlin would be with them shortly and that they should wait here. The driver dumped the packages into the room and left.

  Elaine went over to the bar at the side of the room, poured herself a drink and then plopped down on one of the easy chairs. Anna was too afraid to follow suit. Vincent had told her to stay where she was and she had learned to treat his instructions literally. So she stood near the entrance to the room, her hands at her sides, her palms sweaty and her heart beating wildly, waiting for the appearance of her master.

  Devlin came in a few minutes later. He was dressed in a stylish, glossy suit and tie like he was prepared to go out. He smiled when he saw Anna and took one of her hands in his and led her to the middle of the room.

  “Ah, Anna,” he said, “you look marvelous. Turn around so that I can see all of you.”

  Anna, letting her hand slide from Devlin’s, stepped back from him and twirled around slowly. She recalled the night a week ago when she had done the same thing, not fully realizing what subservience to the man would entail. She had been chagrined and humiliated then. Now she felt only fear.

  “You’ve done very well, Elaine,” Devlin remarked as his eyes consumed Anna’s expensively decorated frame. Anna could detect the seeming ever present undercurrent of lust in his eyes. “You look like such a sweet, young thing, Anna, but we all know what a little whore you really are. It’s a compelling contrast.”

  Anna cringed at his insult, but suppressed her protestation.

  “When I came in your hands were at your sides, Anna,” Devlin continued. “You know full well that I want your hands held behind you at all times unless I’ve given you permission to use them. Vincent will punish you for that later as a reminder. Now put your hands behind your back like a good, little girl.”

  The news that Vincent would whip her again sent a stab of fear through the young woman even as she obeyed her master’s command. She didn’t remember him saying that, although she had to acknowledge that it was implicit in all that had happened to her since last night. She held back her tears, her hands poised behind her.

  “I got her a lot of things, Mr. Devlin. I think you’ll like them. What you don’t like we can send back,” Elaine commented. She had raised her posture from her sprawl on the couch although she had not stood when Devlin entered the room. It appeared that the rules that applied to Anna did not apply to her.

  Devlin merely nodded in response. “Take off your dress, Anna, I want to see what you’ve got on underneath,” he told the young woman.

  Anna had been practically naked almost all afternoon in front of Elaine but stripping in front of Devlin while she was in the room was another matter altogether. She did not consider refusing despite her chagrin. She was back in her prison now, subject to the callous man’s will.

  Sliding the thin straps of her flowered, earth toned dress off of her shoulders, Anna let them fall to her sides. The loose, revealing bodice fell down as the tension was released, exposing the dainty, strapless bra she was wearing. Her nipples rose just above the tops of the uplifting cups. She shimmied the dress down her hips and let it fall to her ankles. As she leaned over to pull it free of her shiny, black high heels, she felt her breasts sway slightly in their confinement. Once she had stepped free, she placed the dress carefully across the back of one of the large, plush easy chairs and brought herself to attention before her master.

  The matching bra and panty set were colored a pastel lavender with lacy frills. She was wearing a black garter belt that held up a pair of sheer, light tan, silk stockings. She had seen what she looked like in the mirror at the lingerie shop when she had put them on and she knew that she presented a comely, delectable vision to the man, an invitation to his lust. Her knees felt weak and her body shuddered as she dreaded what he would do next, what his next command would be. Her fears were confirmed when he told her to come closer and approach him.

  Her hands joined behind her back, feeling Elaine’s eyes piercing her from behind, Anna took a position inches away from her tormentor. She flinched slightly as his hands rose to seize her breasts.

  “You look lovely, Anna,” Devlin said as he began to massage the young woman’s firm, ample globes. He pinched her fear stiffened nipples, softly at first, and then harder and harder until Anna gave out a little squeal. Her involuntary protestation produced a sardonic chuckle from the man. He placed one of his hands behind her head, drawing her face to his and seized her lips with his own. Anna felt his hot, thick tongue slide into her mouth as his free hand continued to worry her breasts and nipples. His clothes brushed up against the naked skin of her belly and their thighs closed together.

  Anna felt a surge of lust erupt within her mixed with the shame of being so used in front of the other woman. Her hands, free to move, but locked behind her by the iron will of her master, writhed in a futile expression of her humiliation. She could feel her heat rising as Devlin’s tongue scoured her mouth. His strength and power were sparking her desire. He was a handsome, attractive man, one who, had circumstances been different, she might have welcomed to her bed. His hard hand had a grip on her hair, holding her helplessly in place as he enjoyed her subservience. His free hand abandoned her breasts only to slide wantonly over her taut, bare belly and over the tops of her thighs.

  Ann’s heart was beating wildly when Devlin released her. If she thought that he was finished with her, she was wrong.

  “Take off your bra and panties,” he said churlishly.

  Anna suppressed a moan of unhappiness. He was going to fuck her. She knew that. The thought of him piercing her with his inflamed, thick cock, making her moan with unwanted pleasure before the other woman, made her stomach churn. A wave of sickness spread through her. Seeing the stern confirmation of his command in her master’s face, Anna moved to comply with his humiliating order.

  Reaching back for the clasps of her dainty brassiere, her mind filled with a familiar misery, Anna unhooked it and let her breasts fall free. She laid the garment on top of her dress, which was folded over the nearby chair. Her panties were beneath her lacy, black garter belt and she had to loosen the snaps that held her sheer, tan, silk stockings aloft before she could slide them down over her thighs and knees and step out of them. Keeping her eyes pointed at the thick, plush rug beneath her high heeled feet, Anna snapped the dangling straps of the garter belt back in place. Her panties lay on the floor next to her. Before she had the opportunity to crouch down and put them on the back of the chair, Devlin stepped forwards and reassumed command over her body.

  She had known that the purpose of the accouterments that Elaine had purchased for her that day was to drive men’s lusts and she realized as Devlin regained possession of her loose, heavy breasts and placed his lips once more upon hers that they had achieved their goal. Devlin pressed his body firmly against hers and she could feel his steel hard cock beneath his pants. Passively, she allowed the man to explore her mouth and now naked breasts, all the while trying desperately to fight back the sensations of lust that he was arousing in her.

  He encircled her torso with his strong, right arm and took hold of her wrists, which she had dutifully placed behind her. His other hand wan
dered over her belly, caressing the smooth, taut soft skin. Her heart fell as she felt the hand slide inexorably lower and lower until it intervened between her parted thighs and took possession of her naked, trimmed mons. The heat of his hand stirred her passion as he cupped the precious mound. She gave out a muffled, muted moan when she felt a finger trace the length of the divide between her engorging labia. It came to rest upon her stiffened clit and Anna felt her knees weaken as it toyed with the lustful appendage.

  Anna had her eyes closed, trying to imagine herself anywhere else besides the center of the well appointed, well lit, civilized room. Her lips remained parted and she drew in a deep breath when Devlin’s lips moved from hers and descended to take hold of her hardened, rigid nipples, one after the other, sucking on them intently, making her moan. She tottered on the edge of giving in to the lusts that were arising within her, ignoring the why and the how of what was happening to her, casting aside her reticence at exhibiting her wantonness before the burning eyes of the beautiful, young woman behind her. Devlin’s hand probed deeply into her moistened crevasse, causing her to sigh.

  “Turn around,” she heard him say suddenly. She was shocked from her enthrallment. He placed his hands on her slender shoulders and guided her body until she was facing away from him. Elaine was sitting in her chair, lust in her own eyes. She had a thick tumbler of scotch in one hand while the other rubbed along her pretty thighs over her slinky dress. Devlin urged Anna forward until she was standing just in front of the beautiful, sultry woman. “Lean over and put your hands on the arms of the chair,” he commanded coldly. Anna felt ashamed and depraved to be exhibiting her lust in front of the other female. She leaned over obediently, her heavy breasts swaying away from her body. Her face was inches away from Elaine’s.

  Anna heard the sound of Devlin’s zipper lowering behind her. Her back was arched and her rear presented to the callous man. She felt a harsh slap on her exposed behind. “Spread your legs, stupid,” Devlin said.