Agenda
-Ok girls, Ednin announced. Enough playing around. We have an actual agenda today.
-Fine, Maverick snapped. If we’re done with the amateur hour theatrics, tell us what we're actually here for.
Ednin stood tall. She gestured broadly to the room.
-Finally, business. She turned her gaze toward Maverick and Nyx. Since you've finished getting acquainted, perhaps we can discuss why Zed brought you specifically into this fold.
-We know, Maverick smirked. Because we're bad bitches and he thinks you and these lesbians can tame us.
Deb glanced between Maverick and Nyx and the rest of the group.
-Oh please, you two aren't 'bad bitches,' you're just incredibly thirsty! She snickered, nudging Ednin with her elbow. Honestly, seeing them lose it like that was more entertaining than anything else happening here.
-Careful, honey, thirst is exactly what keeps things interesting around here, Ednin said. Whether you're 'bad bitches' or bad burglars, the goal remains the same: refinement. We're here to ensure everyone knows how to serve Zed's needs without losing that... spicy edge.
-How do we start? Carla asked Ednin meekly.
-We start with discipline, Ednin answered firmly, reaching out to take Carla's hand and grounding her.
Nyx chuckled, leaning hip-first against a nearby table as she eyed Ednin with newfound respect.
-Bring it on then, Nyx said. I'm curious to see what kind of rules you think you can actually enforce on us. Are we talking mental games, or something a bit more... tactile?
Maverick stayed upright, refusing to sink back into the vulnerability of her recent climax.
-Tactile sounds like a threat, Maverick countered, her voice level again.
-You're whatever Zed wants you to be now, Ednin said as she approached Maverick and got in her personal space. Specialist or pet, the result is identical once you're under his control. She turned slightly, beckoning Carla, Kiku and Liv to join them in the circle.
-She's right, Carla added softly. The roles change the moment you step through Zed's door. It's better to accept it early than to fight it later, even after you're gone.
-Control is a relative term, Maverick retorted.
Ednin scoffed.
-Relative terms won't help you when you're begging for mercy on your knees. She glanced back at Carla, nodding toward the center of the room.
-I want to see that so bad! Deb said giddily. Oh my god, YES! Do it!
Liv wiped a smudge of Maverick's moisture from her cheek.
-Honestly, seeing them lose it like that was more entertaining than anything else happening here, Liv said.
Nyx tried to laugh, moving from the table to stand directly beside Maverick. She met Ednin's provocative gesture with a mocking salute.
-Careful, Ednin, Nyx warned. Talk like that might actually make us want to see if you can back it up.
-Go get the big box of dildos, Ednin told Carla sharply.
Deb gasped.
-Oh my god, yes! Bring out the heavy artillery!
-Looks like the training wheels are coming off, partner, Nyx murmured. Think they've actually got the stones to try and break us?
Maverick's muscles tensed instinctively, her eyes tracking the doorway where Carla had disappeared.
-They aren't training wheels, Nyx. They're shackles, Ednin said.
Carla hurried back into the room, breathless and clutching a large, heavy wooden crate against her chest. She set it down on the floor with a dull thud.
-I've got them, Ednin.
Ednin walked over to the crate.
-Good girl, Carla, she said, patting Carla's cheek before kneeling by the box.
Deb leaned over the crate, peering inside.
-Wow, that is a serious collection! She pointed a finger at a particularly large, pulsing pink toy near the top. Is that the one that vibrates hard enough to rattle your teeth?
Deb laughed, looking back at Maverick with a taunting grin.
-Better brace yourself, honey, because things are about to get real noisy!
Ednin reached into the crate, her fingers closing around the device Deb had zeroed in on. She lifted it out, testing its weight and the hum of its motor.
-It's not about being noisy, Nyx, Ednin said, clicking the power button to max setting.
The vibration intensified, a deep, angry roar. Ednin stepped toward Maverick, holding the machine like a trophy.
-It's about realizing that your pride is just another thing we can use to make you scream, she said, her eyes locked on Maverick's.
Ednin closed the distance until the vibrating toy was pressing almost against Maverick's stomach. She used her free hand to grip Maverick's chin, forcing her to maintain eye contact.
-Tell me, specialist, Ednin said, does your professional composure hold up when your body starts betraying you?
-Zed showed us it doesn't last night, Deb taunted Maverick.
Nyx's jaw tightened. She reached out, grabbing Maverick’s forearm, partly to offer support and partly to anchor herself.
-Shut your mouth, Deb, Nyx snarled. That was a lapse in judgment, nothing more.
Maverick felt the intense vibration buzzing against her abdomen, sending unwanted tremors straight to her core.
-Oh, a 'lapse in judgment'? Deb asked Is that what we're calling screaming Zed's name now? Face it, Nyx, you two were totally obsessed!
Nyx lunged forward half a step at Deb.
-Keep pushing that line and you'll find out exactly how little I care about decorum, Nyx spat out.
-Whoa, okay! Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed! Deb raised her hands in faux surrender, settling back into her seat. But honestly, the scary act is such a cliché, Nyx. It's way more fun when people finally snap!
Kiku stepped in.
-Drama is fine for the audience, but let's focus on the performance, she said.
-Then perform, Nyx dared Ednin. Stop talking about it and show us what you've actually got.
Ednin’s smile widened. She released Maverick's chin only to slide her hand down, gripping the thief's waist to hold her steady against the onslaught of vibrations.
-With pleasure, Ednin whispered, as she pressed the humming device harder against Maverick's inner thigh, letting the vibration travel upward toward her core as she started to groan and moan and writhe.
-Watch closely, Nyx, Ednin said.
Nyx gasped, her protective stance crumbling as she saw Maverick’s knee buckle. She reached out to grab Maverick’s waist, desperate to keep her upright as the thief's breathing became shallow and ragged.
-Fuck, Maverick, Nyx breathed. Don't give them the satisfaction of hearing you break.
Maverick’s head fell back, her eyes fluttering shut as the relentless, deep thrumming tore through her composure, turning her bones to liquid as she moaned incoherently.
Ednin shifted the angle of the device, driving the vibrating edge deeper into the crease of Maverick's thigh, aiming for maximum impact.
-Breathing is a luxury you're losing, sweetheart, Ednin murmured, tightening her grip on Maverick's waist to prevent her from collapsing.
Deb cheered loudly, pumping a fist in the air.
-Yes! Get her! she cheered, pointing at Maverick's trembling thighs. Look at those legs shaking!
-Go ahead, Deb, Nyx sneered. Keep cheering, maybe you'll finally feel relevant for once!
-Just do it, Nyx whispered urgently into Maverick's ear, her voice a jagged plea. Break, Mav. Just fucking break so we can get out of here.
Maverick’s entire frame jolted as Ednin drove the vibrating mass home, a strangled, guttural sound tearing from her throat.
Deb screamed at the top of her lungs, jumping up from her seat.
-Shut up! Nyx bellowed, her voice raw and echoing in the room. You think this is a game?
Nyx stared dead at Deb.
-Try me, Nyx dared. See how fast that smirk disappears when I decide I'm done playing nice.
Ednin slowly withdrew the device, though the lingering hum continued to buzz. She looked down at Maverick's spent, shuddering form.
-A beautiful first movement, Ednin noted. But don't worry, Nyx. We're just getting warmed up.