Chapter 18 - Strangers in the night
Samantha stared blankly up at the ceiling, the slightly ruffled sheets pressing
uncomfortably into her back. Under normal circumstances, she would have been
happy to be lying on her own bed. But Evan's actions had changed that, and the
place no longer felt as friendly.
Am I being overly dramatic, she wondered. He was trying to protect me. But then
her jaw tightened; if he hadn't been off with Moira in the morning, the gang
members wouldn't have done what they did.
And so she climbed off the bed, pulled her bag out from underneath, and began
filling it with her possessions. She couldn't take a lot of things; a small
selection of her favourite clothes, a couple of books, and a few items from her
desk, was all she could fit in. As an after-thought, she added her favourite
vibrator and gag, and then closed the bag.
Placing the bag at the door to her room she sighed, realising how little she
actually owned. She raised one hand then, and touched the collar around her
throat.
Swallowing resolutely, she carried the bag out and walked into the kitchen,
placing the bag beside the table. Evan was sitting there, fingers clenched in
front of him, his face bleak. He glanced once at her, and then lowered his eyes.
"Where is the key?" she asked, forcing emotion from her voice.
Wordlessly, he unclenched his hands and stuck out one arm, the silver key
sitting in his palm. She took it from him, and without pausing unlocked the
collar and placed it on the table.
"Keep it," he whispered, and gently pushed it towards her.
"I'm not coming back," she said, her voice tight.
"Please." He pushed it closer, bringing it to edge of the table.
Samantha bent over, and opened her bag. With one hand she took hold of the
collar and placed it carelessly in the bag, then zipped it shut.
She straightened, gave him a long look, and then picked up the bag and turned to
go.
"You won't even wait till morning?" Evan asked miserably.
Thinking back to Trigs' advice, she shook her head and walked out.
Her thoughts idled on the brink of sleep, wondering if she would eventually go
insane. It had only been a few hours since she had been imprisoned, but maybe it
had already begun.
At first she thought she was imagining the footsteps. It was so quiet, and her
brain was craving stimulation. But they kept growing louder, until they stopped
right next to her.
A light shone briefly on the cloth over her table, and then with one swift
movement it was gone, the objects covering its surface crashing loudly to the
floor. The unfiltered light hurt her eyes, and she hastily reduced them to
slits, tensing for whatever the newcomer might inflict upon her defenceless
body.
The first hard impact against the surface took her by surprise; her table
shaking with its force. The light was set down above her face, giving her a
silhouette of the person above. She watched him raise both hands and bring them
crashing down on the table, landing between her knees.
She smiled sadly, knowing that his efforts were pointless. Perhaps if she was
free, she could thank him for at least trying. And then, with a wet thud, his
hands broke through, sending cracks spider-webbing across the surface.
By the time she had recovered from the shock, he was busy pouring something into
the tables' interior. She couldn't see what he was doing, but felt it as a rapid
loosening of the substance surrounding her. When it reached her skin, she could
feel the transparent jelly bubbling as it liquefied around her.
Already weakened, he had no trouble destroying the rest of the tables' top, and
a few minutes later she was sitting up and letting him remove the tubes from her
body.
"Thank... you," she barely managed, her throat raw from coughing after the
removal of the tubes. Silently he put an arm around her and lifted her from the
mess of glass shards and jelly, leaving tiny nicks and scratches all over her.
"She... she said I couldn't get out..." she told him as he slid off his cloak
and wrapped it around her.
"Yes," he said, his voice deep but caring. "Moira would like to make you think
that, but she would never waste a young, nubile girl like your self inside such
a tacky table."
She blushed at the compliment, knowing he had been the one pulling most of the
tubes from her. There wasn't much he hadn't seen by the light of the torch.
"Wait... what if the table had been better?" she asked, her voice quavering. She
still couldn't quite believe she was free.
She felt him smile, and he put an arm comfortingly around her.
"Don't worry about the "what if"," he told her, raising his free arm. She looked
at it, seeing the soft glow of LED's. His fingers twitched, and the lights
responded by changing their patterns.
"Who... who are you?" the girl stammered, staring into their soft glow.
She felt the hum of power, like standing near high-voltage powerlines. She
looked up, her eyes momentarily confused by the widening hole in the air. Light
streamed through, illuminating the room around them.
"You can call me Seth," he said, and with a gentle push, led her through the
hole.
The back of the boot opened suddenly, startling Emily. She pressed herself up
against the back of the seat, praying that the darkness would conceal her.
"Why, hello there little one," Moira said, her voice dangerous. "It looks like
we have a stow-away."
"Please, don't hurt me," Emily whimpered, looking over her shoulder. "I just
want to go home!"
"Get out of the car, Moira snapped, stepping back to allow the terrified girl
room.
Emily only got a chance to slide to the edge of the boot before Moira took hold
of her and dragged her out onto the snow-covered ground.
"Please," she begged as Moira slammed the back of the car shut and led her away
with a firm grip on her collar.
Emily struggled weakly as the car faded into the gloom behind them, her constant
tirade of pleading grating heavily on Moira's nerves. A building loomed out of
the darkness, its corrugated iron walls gleaming dully in the light of the moon
filtering through the clouds above.
"Where are you taking me?" Emily asked, eyeing the slightly open doorway. Her
question was answered as they stepped in through the door, into total darkness.
"It's dark," she whimpered, pulling against Moira. "Please let me go!'
Moira paused for one second.
"Be QUIET!" she snapped. Emily recoiled like she had been hit, and fell silent.
"Couldn't you have left her behind?" came the old man's voice from the darkness,
sounding more dry than ever.
"Your decision to send out one of my girls left me with only one slave," Moira
said in annoyance. "I'm recruiting." Emily quivered at the woman's words. What
did she mean, slave?
"You had all those others to choose from," he growled, and there was a loud
clang that echoed around the interior of the shed.
"But I didn't like any of them," Moira replied exasperatedly, and shoved Emily
forwards into the darkness.
She let out a soft yelp as she lost her balance, but before she could fall
someone took hold of her, lifting her to her feet. They weren't gentle though,
and held her close despite her squirming.
There was another clang, and light began streaming through a doorway ahead.
Emily squinted against the brightness as her captor led her up a ramp through
the doorway. Her shoes touched steel, a change from the plain earth floor of the
shed.
Her eyes adjusted slowly as she was forced to sit down inside, the gleaming
steel walls and floors around her coming into focus. The room was roughly
circular, split by a wall that projected out to the middle. She was sitting
beside a circular table in an alcove created by the wall, hiding what was behind
it from her view.
The black cloaked man who had held her now stood by the table, preventing her
escape. Emily glanced up, and then looked away hastily when she saw him staring
at her.
The lights dimmed briefly in the room as a low electronic hum began to fill the
air, followed a minute later by a loud groan from Moira.
"This will take a few minutes," she announced from behind the wall.
Another black cloaked figure emerged and sat him self down across from Emily. He
produced a strange necklace from within his cloak and began studying it
intently.
Emily stared at it, the gold figures glinting in her eyes. And the size of that
gem! She had never seen anything that valuable. Greedily she glanced from it to
the doorway, mentally measuring the chance she would have of stealing it and
getting away.
But the guard was standing too close, and she could tell that despite his
apparent age, the man holding it wouldn't give it up easily. So she sat in her
chair and watched him studying it, waiting for her chance.
"Something isn't right," he muttered, letting the necklace hang loose and
swinging it up by the chain. He glanced over his shoulder and opened his mouth
to talk to Moira, and Emily struck.
In one lightning fast movement she lunged forward, tearing it from his hands and
throwing herself across the table away from both him and the guard. There was a
moment when she thought she would fall flat on her face, but the slightly too
large shoes held their grip and she sprinted for the doorway, almost straight
into the arms of another black-cloaked man entering the room.
Her exit blocked, she changed direction and ran for the ladder heading to the
next level. Praying she wouldn't be pursued, she grabbed hold of the sides and
slid downwards, the necklace wrapped around one wrist.
The lower level was darkened, forcing Emily to make her way via the light coming
from above. Quickly, she located somewhere to hide from above and plan her next
move. There was a table in the middle of the room which she slid underneath,
trying to mask the sound of her panting with one hand. Her eyes darting around,
she scanned the room for what to do next. Her brow furled at the strange glass
tubes along three of the walls, seeing strange, twisted shapes inside.
"We need to get the girl," came the cloaked mans' voice from above. Emily
stiffened and turned from the strange tubes to the hatch, before realising he
didn't mean her.
"She's unimportant now," Moira replied, her voice distant.
"Like hell she is. It's not right... this thing is no more powerful than what I
already have!"
There was a long pause, in which Emily peeked out from under the table in order
to hear easier.
"What do you mean?" Moira asked in a barely audible voice.
"I mean that there's more to this thing than just the necklace." His voice
quivered with rage, growing louder as he continued. "The girl is the key, and
she's... not... here!"
"Calm down!" Moira snapped at him. "Look, I saw through that... portal of hers,
I'm almost certain she's gone to Simeon's little residence in the city. We just
go and search the house."
The cloaked man muttered something that was inaudible to Emily, and then there
was silence.
Nervous about being in the open, Emily made to conceal herself under the table
again, when she realised what it was that had been bugging her.
"Please no," she whispered; ignoring the approaching footsteps above as she
frantically searched the room with her now dark-adjusted eyes. There were no
other exits.
Her shoulders slumped in defeat as the lights flickered to life, confirming her
search. She saw Moira's feet appear on the ladder, but made no attempt to hide.
"I hope you enjoyed your freedom," the black-clad mistress called over her
shoulder, "because it's about to end."
Ignoring Emily feeling sorry for her self on the floor, Moira tapped a set of
buttons beside the closest tube, causing its translucent shield to slide back
into the wall. She breathed deeply, stale air mixed with the strong scent of
rubber.
Emily looked up at the sound, momentarily confused by the tubes contents. Her
mind slowly sorted the loosely hanging objects into a rough order, her heart
sinking as she tried to comprehend what it was for.
"Nice and cosy," Moira said sweetly, her tone of voice in stark contrast to the
dangerous look she was giving the seventeen-year-old.
Emily stared at Moira, her eyes wide and pleading. Her captor smiled
disarmingly, and the girls face lit up with hope that was swiftly crushed as she
was roughly lifted onto the table.
Emily began sobbing as Moira unzipped her coat.
Julie lay quietly, staring blindly into the darkness. She had no idea how long
she had lain there, unable to sleep. At first, it had been because of Susan's
intermittent whimpers, as if the girl was trying to get Julie to relent and
remove her plug. But now the only sound was her regular breathing, and although
Julie was aware of Susan's warmth close to her, it was comforting rather than a
distraction.
Is it the necklace, she wondered. It had always been with her, apart from the
rare times when she hid it under her bed, like for the examination. She thought
back to the humiliating experience, with its painful scrubbing, cold steel
instruments, and the numerous enemas. And she thought of the girl she had shared
it with.
What had happened to Kate, she wondered sadly. Hopefully she would be found at
the orphanage, and then everything could go back to the way it was. She felt
Susan's presence beside her, and wondered if things had changed too much.
Her thoughts were interrupted as the door opened, sending a sliver of light
across the floor. Julie propped herself up on one elbow, holding the blanket
over her nudity. Simeon cautiously stuck his head through the gap.
"Can't we get some sleep?" Julie called out softly.
"We need to talk," he replied in a low tone. Julie frowned.
"So now you want to talk!" she hissed in annoyance. "Now, after it's all over."
"Yes, right now," he replied in an irritated tone. "And it's not over... UH"
Julie sat up as he grunted in surprise, and then disappeared behind the doorway.
"Simeon?" Julie called hesitantly. When there was no reply, she climbed out of
bed and hurried to the door, her bare feet silent against the carpet. Nervous
about being nude around Simeon, she stuck her head around the doorway and peered
into the darkened hall.
The only illumination was the moonlight filtering down the hall, but Julie could
make out two figures standing in the hall, plus someone slumped against the wall
that she guessed was Simeon. One of them bent down beside him.
"What the..." she whispered, before cutting off in fear as the other unknown
person began heading her way.
Her first thought was to disappear back into the bedroom, but then she thought
of Susan, not wanting her to get caught up in this again. Suppressing the urge
to run away, she stepped out into the hall and shut the door softly behind her.
"What do you want?" she asked, arms crossed defiantly under her breasts to hide
their shaking. "What did you do to Simeon?"
Without a word, the figure raised one hand towards Julie. There was a soft hiss
sound, and Julie grunted as something hit her hard in the shoulder.
"What..." she began in confusion, trailing off as her fingers closed around the
metal dart stuck into her.
The figure stepped closer to catch her as her legs gave way a second later.
"What... are you... doing?" she asked drowsily.
"Taking you with us," rasped the figure crouching over her.
Julie tried to hold on to her fading consciousness, to find some way to warn
Susan, but the dart was working fast.
"She's out," Julie heard Shadow say distantly, and felt herself being lifted
into the air.
Julie awoke suddenly and immediately tried to sit up. It took a moment for her
to realise that she could barely move a muscle, let alone summon the strength to
sit. She could feel a collar tightly locked around her neck, and either side of
her throat stung with pain that pulsed in time with her increasing heart-beat.
Her eyes wouldn't focus properly on the roof above, and blinking didn't seem to
help.
"Lock her up," Shadow growled from nearby, making her heart skip. "I want no
more mistakes."
"Yes, Sir," Moira replied in a dangerously sweet voice.
Julie grunted as she rolled her head to look, banging it against the steel bench
underneath her. She could make out the two figures standing nearby, one of them
climbing up a ladder.
"No more mistakes," Moira sneered softly when he was gone, stepping to the
nearest tube.
It opened with a hiss, and she began disconnecting the various pieces and piling
them up beside her.
"If I let you and your friends go, you wouldn't mind pulling another stunt and
getting rid of him?"
Moira picked up the pile and carried it to the table, smiling softly as Julie
tried to moan a response. She searched through the items and pulled free a pair
of shoulder-length mittens, their translucent yellow fingers joined together
with thick webbing.
Julie watched helplessly as Moira lubricated her arm and began working the first
glove on, trapping her fingers within its depths. The other followed quickly,
and then Moira began covering her body with the lubricant.
"I like you," Moira said suddenly, working the body-piece down around Julies'
shoulders.
Her arms slid through holes in the sides, meeting neatly with the gloves. The
rubber gripped her from around her neck to below her waist, her breasts
protruding through two neat holes in the translucent chest-piece.
Julie thought it felt strange underneath her, until Moira began pulling on
either side. At once the rubber began closing around her, the thinner rubber
protruding outwards like a fin that ran from the base of her spine to half-way
up her back.
"You had guts to stand up to him," Moira told her, picking up the next piece and
lubricating its inside.
Julies' eyes imperceptibly widened, knowing there was only one place where it
could possibly fit.
"Either that, or you're crazy," Moira mused, working it up Julies legs.
Julie whimpered pitifully as Moira lifted both legs into the air, exposing her
pink anus to the air. Moira took the long, slender tube hanging from the rubber
panties around Julies' thighs and slid its tip into her defenceless behind.
Julie pointlessly tried to tense her muscles against the intruder as Moira
pushed it ever deeper into her body.
Moira halted in her insertion, and Julie hoped desperately that it would go no
deeper. Then she felt the tip of the dildo touch her hairless labia, and
realised that there was much more to go.
Julie moaned with discomfort as Moira began sliding the dildo in. Despite the
lubricant, Moira had to push hard to slide its length in. Julie wondered if it
was just coincidence that it was just long enough to bump uncomfortably against
her cervix.
With the dildo in, Moira pushed the remaining anal tube inside Julie. Its end
quickly expanded into a fat, painfully stretching butt-plug with smooth slits
down its sides for drainage, making her groan with the urge to expel the
intruder.
Moira quickly inserted her catheter, sending the rubber snaking into her body.
So this it what it feels like, Julie thought, feeling guilty for inflicting it
on Susan.
"You have a lovely pussy," Moira remarked, pulling the rubber panties tight and
sealing them against the base of the rubber corset. "I remember why you were
chosen in the first place."
She smiled to herself as she pulled a pair of rubber stockings up Julies' legs,
hiding any trace of skin below the pale mounds of her breasts.
"Yo-uh a-h ma-dh," Julie managed, glaring at Moira as much as she could.
"I'm not really," Moira replied, crouching down beside Julie. "All my pets are
so much happier serving me."
"Bu-hl s-shi-t," Julie said, trying to lift her head.
Moira took hold of her collar, and Julie felt a stab of pain in her neck. A
moment later Moira withdrew a transparent rubber tube, the needle protruding
from its end glistening.
"I'll put them right back," Moira promised, removing the tube from the opposite
side of her neck. "Need to keep you nice and drugged."
Julie merely whimpered, feeling violated by the needles. Couldn't Moira have
just made her drink something, instead of administering it in her neck? She
hoped that whatever drugs they were would wear off quickly.
Her thoughts were disrupted as Moira forced her limp jaw open and began feeding
a tube down her throat. Her gag reflex tried to protest, ending up as a weak
coughing.
"It will be such a pity to cut such lovely hair," Moira said sincerely, pushing
the mouthpiece between Julies' lips.
Moira gave her jaw a squeeze to get her teeth into their holes, hiding them from
her cheeks with a layer of rubber. Julie whined through her nose before Moira
slid a pair of tubes into them, forcing her breathing to go through the mask.
Moira pulled the rubber hood up over Julies face, reducing her already blurred
vision to mere patches of colour.
It took a moment for Julie to connect the soft clicking behind her to the
tugging on her hair. She cried out in muffled horror as she realised what Moira
was doing.
"I'll let you grow it back someday," Moira assured her, taking a moment to
neaten it. "It's not all gone, just a whole lot shorter."
Moira ran a hand through Julies' now finger-length hair to demonstrate,
impressed by how smooth it was.
She sighed, and with a click removed Julies' collar. Her neck clear now, Moira
pulled the hood down and sealed it to the top of the body-piece.
"Number... 5, I think," Moira muttered, selecting the size cup for Julies'
breasts.
Julie couldn't see as Moira fitted the slightly stretchy cups over her breasts,
but she could feel them gripping her skin as tight as the rest of the suit.
Julie could already feel her strength returning, her body working hard to flush
the drugs from her system. Moira noticed this, and took hold of Julie, carrying
her to the tube.
Once she was leaning on the back of the slightly slanted tube, Moira began
closing the cuffs. The first pair went around her slightly parted thighs, one
around her waist, two around her upper arms, and one around her neck.
Julie felt another stab of pain in her neck, followed a moment later by one on
the opposite side.
Moira began connecting the tubes to her body, one fat tube to her anus, two
attached to her sex and one for each nipple. A triangular-piece attached to her
mouth and nose, two tubes for breathing and one for food.
"I'm sorry we can't sedate you," Moira said, her voice muffled by the hood. "It
works for short periods, but anything more and you'll either adjust to it, or
die."
She gave Julie a pat on the side of her mask. "So you'll have to spend a week or
so in here."
With a hiss the tube closed around Julie, reducing her vision to almost nothing.
"Don't worry about being bored; I've got some lovely reprogramming routines for
you to try out! It's just a pity there's only one education hood."
Julie whined in horror, straining with her fading strength against the bonds
holding her. She imagined herself like Alexis, just another drone for Moira to
play with and discard, with every day another humiliating sexual torture.
A soft gurgle sounded around her, and she started to feel warmth moving up her
legs. It took a moment for her to realise that the tube was filling with water.
Helpless, she watched as the water level rapidly covered her head, unable to
stop the rising terror of drowning.
When the lights went out, her vision disappeared completely.
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Thanks to redEva and slavelucy for proof-reading
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