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But when Ananke would learn, she never found out. They spent the next six months traveling the country, sometimes staying in town only long enough for Ananke to catch a few hours of sleep while Frank found his next victim. A few times, Frank decided to take his protégé at the last minute, but those decisions almost invariably meant that she would be left outside the trailer reading a magazine and pretending to be camping.

Most of the time, however, Ananke spent hours on her back in a dingy motel room. Frank preferred to keep her chained to the bed, so that he could quickly find satisfaction if he came back from the hunt unfulfilled. The worst of these nights occurred when they were four days into their first trip to Nebraska.

~*~

For a reason he had failed to make known to her, Frank chained Ananke’s neck to the foot of the bed, carefully cuffing her wrists so that she would be forced to watch whatever came on television. Worse, he had produced a large ball gag before he left, gleefully announcing that he’d picked it up before they left Wyoming.

Several hours passed and Ananke’s eyes glazed over by the time Frank returned. She didn’t move, hoping that he would assume that she’d fallen asleep with her eyes open, but the flurry of movement at the other end of the room was unmistakable. In moments, Ananke felt impatient fingers tearing at the locks on the back of her head. The young woman barely had time to stretch her jaws before something thick and warm forced its way into her mouth.

Ananke tried to scream, but Frank only thrust harder, causing her to choke. She closed her eyes and tried to drive the feeling out of her mind, but was firmly rebuffed by the grunting of her master and the steady rhythm of her head against the bedstead. Frank’s erection seemed to last forever, but only a few moments passed before his juices sprayed the back of her throat.

He stepped back, a lazy smile crossing his face, but Ananke was already concentrating on something else. Startled by her rapt expression, Frank glanced down. And screamed.

Although she had been too distraught to think about in the first week of her captivity, Ananke had finally recalled her supernatural abilities. There were many in the world who claimed that they were Witches, Sorcerers and other practitioners of magick, but Ananke was the only one she knew with actual powers. No one in her lineage had ever shown so much as a tenth of her talent.

Now, as Frank watched in horror, Ananke shrunk his genitals and wiggled her fingers to turn them a gangrenous shade of black and blue.

“You may think you know everything about me,” she said in Dutch. “But you still have much to learn.”

After that incident, Frank seemed a little more subdued. Ananke had little doubt that he was planning revenge; but until that day came, Frank seemed keen to leave her tied to the headboard, as he had before.

The arduous physical training continued right alongside the occasional rape, but no mention was made of Ananke accompanying him anywhere until they were heading west once again.

~*~

“There’s someone I want you to meet when we get back to Golconda.”

Ananke, who had been savoring the memories of the sunny afternoon she’d escaped to Fisherman’s Wharf, took several minutes to cotton on.

“I didn’t think you would have me as an assistant again after I failed to be much help that night in Pennsylvania.”

He waved off her response.

“There is a woman I’ve been…fraternizing with…since before you were born. It’s high time you meet Jane Walker. A word of warning, however.”

Ananke nodded.

“For reasons unbeknownst to most of humanity, Jane believes I’m an alien. She conjured this belief when I abducted her at age nineteen and she has told everyone in town since, earning her the nickname ‘Crazy Jane’.”

“I suppose you do not wish me to disabuse her of the notion?”

Frank gave her a small smile.

“Jane is going to think I captured an angel.”

“How will she believe I’m an angel if you have me cuffed and collared?”

He stopped brushing her hair long enough to smirk at the mirror. “I have to keep you from ‘flying off to Heaven’ somehow!”

At Frank’s insistence, Ananke had donned a floor-length white gown and matching sandals. Far from looking angelic; however, the gown was sleeveless with a sweetheart neckline, leaving Ananke to suspect they were catering more to his fantasies than to Jane’s.

When Ananke was appropriately attired, Frank produced a set of cuffs and a collar in white leather and trimmed with gleaming brass hardware. The young woman had submitted to these without complaint, then allowed herself to be seated in front of a dusty mirror near the door of the barn. Her captor had been working for nearly a quarter of an hour and Ananke was impressed at the halo of golden blonde hair that gleamed in the last rays of the sunset. A moment later, Frank laid aside the brush and attached a leash to her collar.

~*~

“Say nothing!” he hissed as a rumpled woman opened the window.

“Frank? Is that you?”

“Jane, darling! I brought you an angel!”

Ananke had to bite her lip to keep from laughing at his sudden change in attitude.

“Oh, Frank! An angel? Stay right there…I’ll come down and see it!”

“No! Stay in your room! I…ah…”

Surprised that Frank was at a loss for words for the first time in his life, Ananke muttered, “Fly!”

“I…ah…have her on a leash, but there’s still a chance she might fly away! Or worse, she might vanish! You know how touchy angels are.”

Frank had backed himself into a corner. He’d tempted Jane with a marvelous present, then gave her an excellent excuse to avoid giving it to her.

“Now what?” Ananke demanded in a low voice.

“Make her stop loving me.”

“I can’t do that!”

“Quiet!”

Frank beamed up at Jane, doing an excellent job of pretending that he wasn’t having an argument with her present. After a moment, he muttered,

“I know you can…Nebraska!”

“Nebraska was luck! I was choking because you were fucking me in the mouth!” Ananke exclaimed. “But I cannot yet control my powers…I am not an adept!”

“Frank? What’s wrong?”

“I changed my mind!” Ananke smirked…her projection sounded just like her captor. “Come downstairs! Hurry!”

“I’m coming!”

When Jane was gone, Frank spun his protégé around.

“What did you do that for?”

“Screw her until she forgets your little mistake,” Ananke said serenely. “I’ll be in the haymow when you get back.”
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