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closed, but as her pussy began to squeeze and clench him, her lip was trembling in a visage of passion.   What the hell?   Her erotic expression was soon accompanied by a light sheen of sweat as the girl’s arousal peaked.   Dillon exploded, and he felt the obvious shuddering of her climax while her chest and cheeks flushed and she gasped.   He zipped up while she continued to lie there, and his mind whirled with confusion until a revelation slowly began to surface.
    He pulled her up and she stared miserably at his boots, completely humiliated by her body’s betrayal, and she was certain that the man knew.   Tiana’s mind was a mass of mixed up feelings that she did not understand.   She thought she would die if the man laughed or smirked at her reaction to his assault… but that was not what happened.
    Dillon walked closer and spread her legs until he was pressed against her, and his strong arms wrapped around her as he pulled her close to his chest.   Rubbing her back to calm her again, he drawled, “Seems we have an unusual situation goin’ on here.”   He felt her body shaking with slight fluttering quivers.   “What was it you were thinkin’ about, sweetheart?”
    He felt her cringe, and he looked down at her clenched hands.   “Tell me, Tiana.”   She remained silent.   “I gotta’ tell you, I’ve grabbed plenty of girls, but I never had one roll over like that.   Not that I mind; I just wanna’ know what’s goin’ on in your head, but I’m thinking’ maybe you ain’t quite sure either.”   Dillon realized he had slipped into the drawl, indicating his aroused excitement at his potential discovery.
    There was no way that Tiana would admit that the whole situation had aroused her in a way she had never experienced before.   “You scare me, and I was afraid that you would punish me.”
    “No, sweetheart, you’re lyin’.   I can tell when a girl is into it… I train them to be.   You tell me what you were thinking about,” Dillon demanded, a little more sternly.   He continued brushing her back, but Tiana would not say anything more.   Dillon realized that even if she could explain it, she would not tell him.   He just wanted to make sure she understood that she had been aroused by the act.
    After a few more moments of calming her… it would work to keep her from getting depressed when she reflected on the full impact of the scene when she was alone… Dillon stood back and said, “Okay, let’s get you rinsed off again and get you something to eat.”   Dillon needed to think about the implications anyway.   He had studied different methods of altering thoughts for unwilling participants, but he decided he needed to review some material on how to work with a woman with submissive tendencies she was unaware of and that she was fighting.
    Tiana had retreated into a numbed, compliant silence, allowing his words to guide her.   When she finished rinsing, he put leather cuffs on her wrists and latched them behind her.   She wanted to cry and hide, to cower into a corner, when she experienced another clenching response to the new restraints.   Dillon led her back from the shower and onto the truck.   He secured her to the chain he released Audrey from and, after chaining Audrey in her cage, he left to get Tiana her meal.
    While Tiana ate, Dillon wiped Audrey’s face.   She waited for the demand to service him, and when the familiar order did not come, Audrey stared at the new slave.   There was some kind of weird connection between her captor and the girl, and Audrey wondered what had happened outside the truck.   They had been gone far too long for just the washing; even with necessary time needed the first week for the depilatory to work.
    When Tiana had finished and Dillon wiped her face, he led the silent woman back to her cell.   After he chained her, he leaned down and whispered, “You will tell me, Tiana.”   His hand brushed across her softened flat nipples.