Asurie's Experiences

Asurie's Good Day

Asurie lazily blinks her eyes open, meeting the sunlight coming from her small window. The last few hours of sleep had been a bit restless with memories still fresh from the Halloween party, especially with the lost game of tug of war still pretty fresh in her mind. Sure, the candy at the end was nice but that can't make up for the rest of the day! Not even the chocolate mints!! "Mmm... mints" the girl lightly mouths, harkening back to the rich chocolate delight platter they had served and she subsequently stole from. As much as she hates this crowd, it's very hard to fault them for their taste in food. She spends a few seconds licking her lips in memory of the taste before a realization strikes her: it's light out, she woke up by herself, and there isn't a costume and note displayed prominently at the foot of her bed. Her brow furrows for a moment and she hops out of bed, peeking her head out of the window first and then her door. The absence of master when she wakes is just a wee bit unsettling. It certainly wouldn't be the first time he had waited around with the sole purpose of screwing with her head. Of course, if that's the case he would be somewhere observing her... usually right outside the door or peeking in through the window. The thought of him putting up a camera in the room passes by her mind but voyeurism isn't really his thing. Cautiously, she pops her dresser open and gets into the most comfortable pair of clothes she owns: A pair of loose fitting slacks and a tee-shirt... and panties no less! She tugs her pants up tight and enjoys the feeling for a moment before exiting her room with a confident stride.

With still no sign of Master, she goes through her usual routine... checking the back door, checking his room for keys, seeing if the kitchen is unlocked... which it is! She quickly pushes the door open and checks the room... noting a new couple of locks on the drawer with the knives. While not being armed is a bit disappointing, the free and open kitchen is a little bit like finding the lost treasure of Atlantis. Without further hesitation she flings the cupboards open and makes the most elaborate and markedly unhealthy breakfast she has made in weeks. Once sufficiently gorged on jam, pastries and juice, the girl heads out of the kitchen, deciding to try the front door and the windows as long as the opportunity presents itself. To her surprise, she finds the locks on the front door unlatched. Suppressing every urge to jump out of the door and scream "FREEDOM", the girl glances out of the front window first. The front gate is closed, of course, and she quickly recalls what happened the last time she tried to get past the fence and fell into one of his nastier traps... She shudders from the memory of that and especially the punishment afterward. Though she did try to kill him after that... NO! That was TOTALLY justified! Her thoughts fade, her brow furrows a little and she notices a familiar looking car parked in the driveway. She takes a few seconds to realize that it's Taylor's car and another second after that to remember how much more careful she is with security and that breaking into it and hot-wiring it is probably going to be impossible and get her in a lot of trouble if she's caught. Unless she can get her car-keys, even having the front door wide open isn't going to do much good.

"I wonder if I'm just being smart, or if I'm starting to break down..." Asurie sighs to herself as she stares outside towards the car. Ultimately she decides it's not worth the risk if she can't even get outside the gate and turns back to the hallway, casually searching around for any signs of Master or Mistress Taylor. It is, after all, quite unusual to have her visiting the house; there might even be a chance that she brought along her pet... For a moment, the girl gets a distant look, thinking about Taylor's pet, wondering if he was doing alright or if he was still being punished for the two of them misbehaving. He did look ok at the party though, so he couldn't have gone through much... The girl snaps out of her thoughts rather quickly though when she hears a very faint sound of Taylor's voice. Her eyes blink in surprise, apparently not able to hear that over her own footsteps before. It definitely came from the basement... Though it takes a few minutes for the girl to summon up enough morbid curiosity to go downstairs. She eventually creaks open the dungeon door and carefully walks down. The closer she gets, the more of Taylor's voice can be heard. She wasn't totally sure upstairs but now the noises she's making are as clear as day and those noises are definitely moans. Carefully she inches her way towards the bottom of the steps, pressed against the wall to peek into the dungeon.

"Your pet... mm... called you crazy... mm... you know..." Taylor says with a shaky and heavy voice. Asurie's eyes widen as the mistress comes into view. It's funny how you can see someone literally orgasm in front of you but still be shocked when you finally see them naked. Actually, Taylor is the last person she expected to be nude and in Master's basement and yet... there she was, her somewhat tight form suspended in a brand new metal device. Her eyes drift down the woman's body from the top of her head, following her long, black hair down her body. Curiously, she starts to count the harnesses on her. One wrapped around her neck, one around each of her shoulders, one around her torso, what pretty much counts as one around her upper thighs and ankles and finally one around each knee. As she unconsciously does, the girl momentarily compares breast sizes with the mistress, noting that she looks about the same, if a hair bigger. Her thoughts snap out of THAT though and get right to examining the new device. Like a lot of master's devices it's a bit minimalist, consisting of metal pipes in a box pattern that provides a frame for the body which is suspended upright with her arms behind her back and her legs comfortably spread open from the leather straps. Of course, what's really interesting are the little devices she appears to be hooked up to. Most prominent of them, of course, being one of his mechanical screwing devices that's hooked up to a plastic box beneath her legs with a long, mechanical arm rising up and down in a steady motion, the end of which, of course, is capped by a thick, black, rubber dildo. A flush crosses Asurie's cheeks as she stares at the toy, the thing taking steady, slow, three-inch long strokes, the penis-shaped tip slipping out of the mistress's folds until it's just barely out before rising back inside her again. Though that's the most visceral part of the machine, it's not the most interesting. After she draws her eyes away from the rising and falling toy, she notices that Taylor is actually sitting on something rather than fully suspended. With a squint, she's able to see her resting on a transparent plastic stool with, of course, a hole in the center of it for the toy. Far more interesting though, is the second stool-like... thing beneath that one. Though it's a bit hard to see, she notices a wire tracing down the transparent pole the stool is on. It kind of looks a bit like swivel stool with two seats, only the second seat is more like a box... At least she's not completely suspended, she thinks. That thought, however, takes her to the back of the device where the seat she's on is attached to a small contraption that's attached to the frame with rope coming out of it. She blinks and follows the rope up to a pulley system and odd mechanism at the top of the frame and back down to where Taylor's hands are tied onto a handle and shaking a little. The girl's brow furrows as she tries to make sense of the thing when a voice calls over.

"Speak of the devil, hm pet?" Her master suddenly calls over. Her gaze immediately darts from Taylor to Master who is kneeling nearby, fully clothed, and looking in her direction. "I know you're not shy. Come over and have a look." He finishes calmly, looking back to the device and tracing his finger along the underside of the seat. Asurie spouts a string of curses in her head for having been seen but knows much better by now than to disobey a direct order. She hurries over towards the device and glances at the mistress's eyes for a second before turning her head away in embarrassment with Taylor staring right at her, cheeks flushed but still maintaining a confident smirk.

"Ohhh, my dear. Always... ooh... so easily embarrassed. Never seen another... mm... woman naked before?" She asks with about as much coy as she can manage, her breathes heavy and voice sinking smoothly into a subtle moan each time the toy eases its way up inside her. Asurie keeps her head turned politely away from the sight of the woman until she feels a hand rest on her shoulder. She blinks and looks up at her side to see her Master with a proud smirk on his face.

"Come on now, pet. Take a good look. I trust your opinion on my devices, since the last thing you'd do is say something just to make me feel better out my little toys." He says with a bit of a dark chuckle. "I was just about to explain to Taylor here the little ins and outs of this thing. I'm sure it will be a wonderful hit at parties. But what do you think of the set up so far?" Asurie swallows hard and gets back to staring at Taylor, knowing he'll be watching her face. She glances up and down the frame, staring at Taylor's chest for a second, noticing the position she's in making it stick out just enough so her deep breathing makes it all the more obvious that her breasts are rising and falling. Her smirk has yet to fade at this point though, making her wonder just how long she's been sitting there getting stimulated by that thing. One thought does spring to mind though, that if it wasn't Taylor, it was DEFINATELY going to be her sitting there instead. Feeling a little assured, the girl pipes up with an honest answer.

"It looks.. very devious master." She says with a stifled laugh. Master smirks broadly and rubs her shoulder for a moment as he looks back to the mistress.

"Excellent. I can ask her how it feels and you how it presents itself. This will be the perfect test." He says with another chuckle as he walks his way towards the device, Taylor's eyes following his movements and her smirk subtly fading. He kneels down next to the stool and reaches to the small contraption beneath them, gently turning a dial. "So far our lovely volunteer has had it easy, pet. You see the seat she's sitting on is stable right now. In fact, it's got a little pressure dial right down here. Now if I turn it down a bit... Oh, you may want to grip the handle a bit tighter, my lady." He says with a bit of a smirk. Asurie watches as Taylor's eyes widen and her grip on the handle behind her tightens up. After a second, Asurie blinks and squints down at the toy with less fascination and more curiosity.

"Her... seat sunk down a little, master. But it stopped." Asurie remarks, watching the head of the dildo no longer pulling fully out of the mistress' folds. She looks back up to see the woman's eyes widening and her head turning towards Master with an even wider but slightly more nervous smirk. Master glances to her face and can't help but chuckle, looking back down to the device and piping up again.

"You see pet, that handle, our esteemed guest is holding onto behind her, holds up the seat. I can set it so it's little more than carrying around a purse... right up to your full body weight." He explains coolly, his finger gently pushing the dial forward, causing the woman to shudder and strain the more it's pressed, her arms holding up much more of herself. She gasps and shakes her head, rattling the restraints from all the exertion but still letting her transparent seat sink about an inch and half. "Are we feeling more difficulty holding ourselves up?" Master questions up to her with a grin. Taylor manages a smile and a rather frightening looking gaze before she answers.

"W-why yes we are, d-darling." She says with no small amount of venom in her voice, clearly loosing her mood to play games. After a few moments, her rather frenzied shaking stops as he turns the dial back down. Asurie stares curiously at movements though, noticing that she hasn't completely stopped shaking. She glances back to master who rises up from his seat with a smirk and walks around the frame, seemingly inspecting his handiwork more than checking out Taylor that for some reason makes Asurie feel a little relieved. He walks back to her with a smirk and rubs her shoulder slowly.

"I'd say she's holding up... about fifteen pounds of her own weight right now." He says coolly, his hand sliding along Asurie's neck, causing no small amount of worried tension in her shoulders. "I'm sure she'll be fine for a while, but she'll start to feel her arms straining in time." Asurie blinks once in realization as he continues. "..Yes, the real beauty in this that the lower she lets herself sink, the harder it becomes to... heh... concentrate on holding yourself up. Fetch me that bucket, will you pet?"

"Y-yes master." Asurie says, a little jarred from the sudden request. She quickly turns away and heads to the workbench in the dungeon, grabbing a dark, plastic bucket from beneath the table.

"As you might imagine, this should be quite the hit when slaves compete for endurance tests. Just set a few of these up side by side and the guests can have a grand little time watching their slaves struggle to keep themselves from getting fully impaled on that thing." He continues, Asurie walking up to his side and holding up the bucket for him though he oddly doesn't make a move for it, sitting in a nearby chair and watching the device work with his arms crossed. "Of course, having them get more of what certainly LOOKS like a fun toy, isn't much of a punishment... is it a fun toy?" He calls out with a sing-song tone.

"D-delightful!" The woman calls back, between heavy breaths and carrying a shake in her voice. Master smirks and nods, Asurie smiling just a little from her attitude.

"See? We can't have the slaves losing on purpose just to stuff themselves with the toy, can we?" He says plainly to Asurie, clearly not expecting an answer. "No, that's where the device above her head and the bucket comes in..." His tone of voice shifts just a little darker and Taylor's smirk finally fades in earnest, Asurie looking to him with a little surprise, even though this is pretty much keeping with who he is. He smirks again and wanders to the seat, probing a finger under the seat with the mistress squirming a bit to see. "You see, once that seat she's on sinks down enough to hit the second, it undoes a little latch down here..." He grins and gives a little tug, a panel on the top of the frame slowly tilting upwards until it's vertical. "...And the bucket that's attached to it, tips over onto the slave's head." He chuckles and tugs it again, resetting the latch, shifting the mechanism a bit and wandering back towards the seat, sitting down comfortably with Asurie still holding the bucket, looking at him like he's a freak because that is indeed what she's thinking right now. Taylor, on the other hand has a slightly nervous smile on her face.

"Y-yes... I do l-love your f-finish.. ahh... mm.. finishing touches." She says with a slightly wistful tone, trying to get across the hint that she's just about finished testing this thing for him.

"I like its versatility, myself." Master continues with no real sign on letting up, sitting back comfortably in his chair. "You can fill it up with anything good and humiliating after all... water, foam, pudding, slime... even piss." His voice drifts off with a dark tone, turning his head towards Asurie with a wide grin. Asurie stares at him for a few seconds of non-comprehension, the concept not something that would even occur to her. Her eyes eventually widen as she stares at her master's smirking face and her head shakes slowly.

"You're kidding." She says with a sincerely incredulous tone, staring at his face.

"Oh h-he's kidding!" The mistress interjects suddenly, her voice shaking. Master only smirks though and lifts his hand to his pet's cheek, rubbing it tenderly.

"Be a dear and fill that up for me, will you? You can duck into the cell if you need privacy." He says with a sickeningly soothing voice for the request he's giving. Asurie steps backwards away from his hand, a wave of disgust churning in her gut and her hands starting to tremble as they hold the bucket. While she may not be particularly fond of Taylor after seeing the way she treats her pet and the punishment she doled out to him and Asurie, this... this is just a bit over the top. She stares back at master, not seeing his face change in the slightest, which is even MORE worrying since Asurie knows full well that when his smile doesn't fade it means he's having a lot of fun and very few things put him in a fouler mood than ruining a really good time. Her stomach churns as she weighs her options, knowing that a refusal could spell big trouble... most likely taking Taylor's place. She grimaces, looks to the woman and mouths out a quick apology, turning on her heel and darting into the corner of the nearby cell, out of sight from the two of them.

"Y-you can't be serious!" Taylor calls out to her, staring back at Master with a mix of anger and disbelief.

"Bring it over when you're done, pet." Master calls over calmly, going back to relaxing in his chair and taking in the view with a chuckle. Asurie shuts her eyes tightly, trying to block out their conversation now, not really wanting to hear the insanity that's unfolding down here. Still.... she has orders now and she damn well knows better than to disobey a relatively easy order. She readies herself with the bucket and takes a slow breath, knowing she'll need much longer than usual to relax enough after seeing all this and hearing the two of them banter nearby. After a few seconds though, the realization that she both didn't go to the bathroom all morning and halfway drowned herself in orange juice during breakfast quickly dawns on her and things progress much faster than she thought they would. With the bucket quickly reaching a few inches full, a wave of relief overtakes the girl for a moment as she dries off with a nearby cloth.

"I really needed that..." She says quietly to herself, referring just slightly, slightly, in the back of her mind, to the revenge she's about have. With her pants re-secured, she shivers and picks up the bucket, keeping her head turned away from it as she walks briskly back over to Master who still seems to have an amused look on his face. "All done master." She says with her eyes pointed at the floor and her hands holding the bucket far, far away from her. He turns and recoils just slightly from it being held so close and calmly takes the thing from her hands.

"Thank you, my pet." He says as he rises from his seat. Taylor's eyes widen as he walks up to the frame, her typical smirk far, far gone at this point. Her eyes flood with anger as she watches him calmly attach the bucket to the top of the frame and secure it. The device rattles slightly as she suddenly tries to free herself but the harnesses barely allow her movement beyond light shifts. Her frantic moves only end up with the seat sinking down another half inch as Master returns to the chair, his hand lifting up to Asurie's cheek as he stares into her eyes. Asurie's heart skips a little, the mistress' panting and struggles quickly fading from her senses as she stares back into his eyes. She's been with him long enough to know the look in his eyes when he's feeling lustful and also when he's feeling tender. Her cheeks lightly flush as his hand grazes down her cheek to her neck and shoulder, rubbing it slowly and firmly like a brief massage. After a few moments, he sits back on the chair and pats his lap, nodding slowly to her. "Come here..."

"Ok... T-this has gone f-far enough..." Taylor interjects, her cheeks displaying a full, rosy color now with the machine still stimulating her at a frustratingly slow, steady pace.

"Did I mention we made a bet with you pet?" Master says smoothly, guiding Asurie onto his lap, facing him. "She promised to test out one of my devices if I won... I intend to have her fully test it out." As he speaks, his hand eases down the girl's side and down to her thigh. Asurie whimpers a little in her head from the groping, never fully ready for when he's about to have her... Really who could get used to such a thing? To her frustration though, his hands gliding over shoulder and leg and the view of the toy rocking back and forth inside of the mistress starts to get her body a little heated. Reluctantly, she curls against his chest with Master planting slow kisses along her neck, his arms pulling her closer against him.

"And he-... haaa... h-he said that he'd be m-my pet for a day i-if I won." Taylor again interjects through her heavy and increasingly nervous panting. Master essentially ignores her though, focused instead on his heavy petting with the girl, his kisses beneath her ear dragging a pleasurable shiver out of her. She presses a little tighter against him, part of her wanting the situation to be over with faster so she can get back to ignoring the shivers, though the mistress keeps talking... "And m-mark my words. There w-will be more b-bets." She says, cut off by her stifling a heavy moan. "...and if y-you do this... y-you will not get a-any mercy from me w-when I win. ...Understand?" The woman stares daggers at Master for a few seconds but with no response. Taylor twitches in rage as she watches him make no motion to get up and instead starts smoothly tugging down his pet's pants.

"Do you want to have a nice view of the show, pet?" He says quietly in her ear between slow kisses on her neck. Asurie's cheeks quickly turn red both from the question and from his hand sliding up and down her thigh. She presses to his chest a bit tighter to keep her expression from showing and shakes her head, not wanting to see Taylor's furious glare. He lets out a light chuckle against her ear and kisses along her neck a little more passionately, his fingers gliding along her inner thigh and his thumb brushing ever so lightly across her slit. "That's fine... Though you must forgive me pet. I've been staring at her naked for the last hour with a cruel, cruel rule of no intercourse. To be perfectly blunt, I need you." He finishes with a rather deep tone in his voice. Asurie's face turns red as she feels his finger graze back and forth expertly along the folds of her skin, the massaging, the touching and the tight hug getting her body more and more heated. As she feels her hips tugged against the bulge in his pants, her mind wanders just a little to his words. This is, by far, the weirdest way he's ever demanded use of her. I mean.. an apology? Really? THIS is what he apologizes for? The punishments, the nights tied up with a vibe, the humiliating treatments and he feels the need to apologize for THIS? Warm, gentle and increasingly hot s-

"Aaahh yes!" Asurie suddenly moans out, in spite of herself. Her face turns completely red, having been so wrapped up in her thoughts that she didn't notice him lowering her onto his shaft until his tip was inside. She shivers with frustration at the outburst and groans against his shoulder, settled warm and tight on his lap now, his member settling deep inside, swelled thick and warm. His hand begins to rub the small of her back as the other gets a gentle grip on her thigh, guiding her slowly up and down his length. Her face buries tight into his shoulder, gladly letting him do the work for her this time as she focuses on stifling every moan coming up her throat, even if she can't stop herself from slicking his shaft. A few minutes pass with them in this position, Master taking his sweet time and Asurie shivering as her body heats up all over. The soft sounds of their laps meeting and the low hum of the machine is eventually interrupted though, by Taylor.

"Alright... I didn't think t-through the bet fully." She says with a slightly less shaken voice, slowly getting used to the mechanical thrusts of the toy, despite it being deeper inside of her. "I-.. I figured you w-would go easy. M-my mistake. Now... please... let me out." She finishes with a forced calm in her voice. Master, however, simply moans into his pet's neck, caressing her back and guiding her up and down a bit faster. The mistress stares at the sight of them and grits her teeth, her arms beginning to shake from the constant effort. Slowly her expression shifts from calm anger to deep worry, beads of sweat forming all over her body as the stimulation mercilessly continues. Her head falls backwards a little, moaning darkly from a sudden surge of pleasure going through her body, by now having sunk yet another inch down the device with maybe two more to go.

"You know pet..." Master moans out into Asurie's ear as he caresses her thighs firmly, still guiding her up and down. "I should add a head strap to that... make the slave's face tilt up when the bucket tips..." He coos for a moment, a hand rising to the girl's back to hold her tighter to his chest. Taylor's face only grows more nervous at this point, but Asurie quickly passes the point of caring. She lets out a heavy moan with her face buried in master's shoulder. Her insides growing hotter from the steady and slow motions of Master. She eventually finds herself lifting and lowering her hips by herself, hungry to quicken the pace of his length going in and out. The two of them begin to moan together in earnest, Master's hips rising hungrily to met Asurie's and Asurie's sliding eagerly down against his. As more time passes, the wet, heavy slaps of skin only get more fevered, Taylor watching the two of them with red cheeks and blurring vision. Asurie eventually finds herself lost in the motions, starting to return master's constant neck kissing without even thinking. Their lips drag across each others and she grips his hair, sharing a sudden heated kiss with him. Their tongues glide over each others hungrily as their thrusting becomes even more intense, the stirrings of an orgasm building up below Asurie's stomach. She starts gasping out lightly with each thrust, Master moaning passionately against her neck as his shaft swells inside her. Taylor falls silent with beads of sweat falling down her brow as she watches the two fevered lovers get close... and feels the toy getting deeper inside her. The mistress starts cursing in her head. She curses the lack of space she has left, the weakness growing in her arms, and most frustratingly, the lack of an orgasm after such a horribly long time on the toy. With less than an inch to go, Taylor lets out a helpless, heated gasp as she watches the two of them moan out in climax. Asurie flings her arms around her master's shoulders practically clawing at his back as an orgasm shoots up her spine and through her entire body. Master too clutches her passionately against his chest, grinding lustily against her hips as a flood of warm cum pours inside her from this throbbing member. As it ends, Asurie sinks along his chest to relax into his lap, panting heavily and slowly regaining her senses. Master recovers just a little faster though, able to focus his hazed vision on Taylor as she shakes her head slowly at him.

"O-ok..." She says with a rising panic, her arms trembling behind her. "I shouldn't h-have teased you so much. I shouldn't h-have expected nothing but a p-pleasure device! Just- d-don't!" She pleads out, staring at Master with glassy eyes and heavy pants. He stares into the mistress's eyes and lightly bites his lip, making no other motion than to caress Asurie's back. Asurie takes a few moments of back rubbing to find her senses and control her panting and soon she sees Master's face. She swallows and turns her head to join him in staring, part curiosity and part not wanting to miss what will probably be a one time show. She bites on her lip as well as the two of them stare, Taylor's face growing more and more panicked and her arms trembling more as well. Time almost slows down as the mistress emits one final gasp, a soft click being heard as her sinking seat finally activates the device. Taylor's face turns white and she gasps, ducking her head downward and shutting her eyes, bracing herself.

...

"...Excellent." Master sighs out, still a little breathless from the romp with Asurie. He plants a shockingly affectionate kiss on his pet's lips before easing her off his lap and onto the comfy seat. Asurie blinks a few times in surprise, still staring at Taylor as the mistress opens one eye and lifts her head up slowly in confusion, surprisingly not drenched in bodily fluids. Master smoothly tugs his pants back up and secures them, walking to the device and kneeling down. "The override works perfectly." Taylor blinks a single time and turns her head slowly, looking at him with the EXACT SAME expression Asurie gets when she's about to say that he's insane. For some reason, seeing that on Taylor's face and having her feel just like she felt before stirs up something in the girl's stomach. She doubles back on the chair, slaps her hand over her mouth and just starts laughing... laughing and laughing.

"...You... never planned... to have it dump." Taylor says slowly and shakily with Master calmly removing the bucket from up top.

"Of course not." He replies calmly, moving down and releasing the neck and arm straps, letting Taylor finally move them around.

"...And if the little s-switch had failed?" She asks, her legs and ankles finally coming free with master making a really uncomfortable face.

"I don't test them on people until they work." He says a little sternly, turning off the device, the toy finally easing to a halt, though still buried inside of her. "...But I'd have owed quite the apology had that happened." Asurie finally stops laughing at Master finishes his sentence, panting and holding her gut as she stares at the two of them, a rare smile on her face. She watches as Taylor slowly eases her self off the thick toy and onto the ground, her inner thighs glistening with moisture.

"You need to make it speed it up over time." Taylor says with a smirk and very, very dark and heavy tone. Both Asurie and Master blink at the tone in her words and in the next instant, the mistress has grabbed Master by the shoulders and pinned him tight against the wall, her lips locked hungrily on his. Asurie watches in shock as her master's eyes widen with surprise. It takes a few seconds for him to shut his eyes and start returning the kiss as Taylor feverishly starts pulling off his shirt. Asurie stares at the two of them for a few seconds, watching the mistress keeping him pinned to the wall as she strips him. For a moment she wonders if he's even able to stop her before she decides now might be a good time to vacate. She hurriedly tugs her pants back up and starts for the door, stopping just short of exiting before she spies a pile of woman's clothes on a table near the exit. She blinks at them and glances back to her Master, being dragged towards a mattress. The girl holds her breath and quickly darts her hand into the pocket of Taylor's dress, fishing out a set of keys on the first grab. She clenches them tightly in her hand to keep them from jingling and shoots a glance back at the two of them before she heads back up. Luckily, instead of seeing one of them after her, it's just the mistress pushing her master on his back with a surprising amount of force. She quickly ascends the stairs and rushes to the unlocked front door, opening it as silently as she can and rushing to the car parked in the driveway. She unlocks the door, jumps inside and gets right behind the wheel, swallowing and staring at the locked front gate. With a whimper, she hurriedly looks through the car, finding a piece of paper stowed in the arm rest with set of five numbers on it after a minute of frantic searching. She blinks once and grabs the scrap of paper, bursting out of the car door and rushing to the front gate, typing the number in as fast as she possibly can. After a few fumbled tries, the gate slowly opens up. Her eyes widen with just a hint of disbelief before she scrambles back into the car and starts the engine, driving as quietly as she can out front gate.

"Freedom..." She whispers to herself as she drives down the long, winding driveway into the woods. The only two questions on her mind now is which police station she'll stop at first and if she should make a pit stop at Taylor's house...