Chapter 19 - Visitor
Susan lay in the darkness, her heart pounding. Where was Julie? Had she really
heard Shadows' voice outside? She wanted desperately to go and see, but she was
too terrified. So she waited for several minutes, until her concern for Julie
was too great, and forced her out of bed.
Quickly she found that the butt-plug was horribly worse than the chastity belt.
Every movement of her legs sent it surging in her rectum, making her grunt in
discomfort. She contemplated removing it, but Julies' words made her stop. If
Trig wanted her to wear it, she would.
Her walking naturally adjusted to minimise the plugs movement, Susan snuck to
the slightly ajar door. Her hands shaking with fear, she opened it enough to
see. She pulled it open a bit further when she saw the hall was empty and
stepped out, trying to look both ways.
A soft groan made her stiffen and step back to the safety of the doorway.
"Susan?" Simeon asked weakly.
"Yes!" she whispered, peering into the darkness. She spotted him, and with a
quick check to ensure they were alone, she ran to him.
"Are you okay?" she asked in concern, her belly protesting the rapid movement of
the plug in her arse.
"No..." he groaned. "The thing... in my chest, take it out."
Susan saw something glinting in the light, and took hold of it. With a tug it
came free, making Simeon gasp in pain.
"What is it?" she asked, rolling the dart in her hand in confusion.
"It's a drugged dart," Simeon managed. "Susan... I need you to... find Trig...
quickly!" With the last word, he passed out.
Susan stepped back from him, unsure whether he was dead or not. Her eyes were
wide with terror, and she checked the hall one again for anyone else. She
stiffened, thinking she had seen someone at the end of the hall. A second look
revealed nothing.
"Simeon..." she asked, her voice choked with fear. When he didn't respond, she
began panting softly, her eyes darting around.
"What do I do? What do I do?" she cried, her voice bordering on hysteria.
Remembering his words, she turned and ran down the hallway, screaming Trigs
name.
"What is it?" he asked concernedly, stepping out of his doorway in a pair of
shorts and catching the scantily clad girl in his arms.
"Trig!" Susan sobbed. "Oh, Trig!" She buried her head in his bare chest, and
hugged him tightly.
"What is it?" he asked again, already leading her back down the hall.
"It's S...Simeon! He got... s-shot... and they... they took Julie!" Trig took
hold of her arm and started running, pulling her along behind him.
"Who took her?" he asked firmly, spotting Simeon down the hall.
"That... that man... and M...m..."
"Moira," Trig finished for her. Susan nodded in confirmation.
"Stay here," he said, sitting her down outside Julies' bedroom door.
She ignored his instructions, following him to Simeon's side.
"Is... is he dead?" she sobbed.
"He's alive," Trig replied, feeling Simeon's neck.
"Trig..." he moaned groggily, trying to raise his head.
"Sir, are you okay?" Trig asked, trying to remain calm. Simeon coughed in an
attempt to laugh.
"The dart... reacted with the drugs..." he managed.
"Reacted badly?" Trig asked. Simeon nodded, before sliding back into
unconsciousness.
"What's going on?" Susan asked anxiously.
Trig put an arm around Simeon's limp body and lifted him up. Susan helped lift
him from the other side, and they carried him to Julies' room.
Setting him down on the bed as Susan turned the light on, Trig reached up and
pulled back the ever-present cloth over his face.
"Oh shit," Trig said grimly. Simeon's face, usually a mottled pale and black
colour, had begun to turn a sickly black.
"What's the matter?" Susan asked, staring at Simeon.
"Simeon can't feed like... Julie does; he doesn't gain much strength from it. He
has to take drugs to maintain his strength." He gestured to Simeon's face.
"This... is like if he stopped taking them; his body would tear itself apart.
Only it's... a whole lot quicker."
"Can we help him?" she asked, already knowing the answer.
"No," he replied softly. "He'll either recover, or..." Trig trailed off.
The tube was mildly claustrophobic, made worse by her total immobility. It was a
great effort for Julie to even move her tongue against the rubber filling her
mouth; escape was hopeless.
The room began to shake, not violently, but enough to make her nervous.
Increasing acceleration began to pull at her body, pressing her limp form down
in the tube. There was a slight jolt, and then Julie felt the tube slide
forwards, bringing her into a more horizontal position.
The only thing Julie could think of was that they were now flying. The thought
terrified her, as she was almost certain that this was a shuttle of some kind.
Had they already left Earth?
All of a sudden the acceleration ended, and Julie felt her stomach heave as
gravity ended also. At the same moment, the hum of power that had previously
been present cut out.
"Son of a bitch," Moira yelled from above, her voice audible even to Julies
limited senses.
The lights flickered to life, dimmer than before, and Julie watched in
fascination as the barely recognisable form of her captor floated past.
It was several minutes before the hum returned, along with gravity. As it did,
the tube slid back into its almost vertical position.
Helpless, Julie watched Moira walk past, pause, and then key in something on the
side of her tube.
"This'll keep you busy for a while," Moira said, tapping on the tube. "Then I'll
give you the education hood to continue your programming."
There was a moment of suspense as Moira disappeared without turning the lights
off, and then the vibrations began deep within her loins.
Julie screamed silently at Moira's words, realising that her "training" had
already begun. She began to doubt everything now; was her gradual acceptance of
the rubber prison just a way of coping, or an effect of Moira's training?
The insistent vibrations inside her quickly pushed away the thoughts of her
brainwashing, her pussy growing slick and weakly gripping the dildo. As it
continued to pleasure her, Julie became increasingly frustrated with her
inability to move. Her throbbing clit craved stimulation, something to vibrate,
or suck on it. She squirmed weakly in her bonds, twisting inside the confining
rubber.
The suit was beginning to grow slick with her sweat when the sensation of warmth
within her anus caught her attention, distracting her from the vibrations. Julie
screamed silently in outrage as the enema travelled up the tube within her and
burst into her colon.
The water was moving quickly, and it only took a few moments for it to fill her
already compressed belly and start cycling out. Julie could feel the jet of
water inside, and its steady flow backwards to drain through the plug in her
behind. It felt like her innards were being sucked out of her, the constant
motion of the water making her queasy.
It wasn't painful though, and when the flow stopped Julie wondered if it was
merely an automated system, rather than part of her "education".
The enema over, Julie's attention was once again drawn to the incessant
vibrations. Her frustration returned quickly, the stimulation not enough to
reach orgasm.
Her neck began to ache as she strained to clench her muscles around the dildo.
Her eyes slid shut as she concentrated, pushing aside the rising pain in her
neck to focus on the dildo buzzing away patiently. She could feel herself
beginning to sweat as she fought against the drugs, the effort she was putting
into it making the rubber suit grow warm with her body-heat.
Tiring quickly, she relaxed to gather her strength. The needles were stabbing
pains in her neck, and she was no closer to either freedom or orgasm.
I can do this, she reassured herself, trying to ward off her growing
desperation.
Letting herself rest for a minute, Julie tried to listen to the faint sounds
around her; hoping the soft hiss of her breath through the mask would take her
mind off the vibrations. The soft hum of the tube around her seemed to be
talking to her, whispering incomprehensibly.
Scolding herself for imagining things, Julie shut out the noises and resumed her
pointless struggle.
I won't give up, she told herself.
There was a barely noticeable shift in the air as Seth stepped through the
portal, leaving the girl behind to sleep.
She had been anxious that he didn't leave her again, fearing that he would
abandon her in the door-less room. But now she was safely resting, dealing with
her experiences. He knew she wouldn't cope with being left alone for long, but
he planned to be quick.
He left the portal open behind him, its outer edges shimmering as the distant
machinery adjusted to the changing trajectory of the ship. He studied it for a
moment before he was satisfied it wouldn't shift enough to do any damage.
Not wasting any time on the memories around him, he walked up the line of tubes
until he stood in front of the last one. He peered into its depths for a long
moment, before reaching out and keying in the tubes opening sequence.
He glanced warily at the ladder as the tube emptied itself, pumps purring
softly. With a soft hiss, the tube opened, exposing the bound girl inside.
He reached in and tugged the needles from her throat, leaving them to hang
limply from the sides. His hands shook with emotion as he opened the steel cuffs
around her limbs, and then straightened to stare at her rubber-covered face.
He swallowed hard, suppressing all the things he wanted to say. "Don't confront
Shadow," he told her. "You need to help the others first; find where you are to
get back."
Julie moaned in confusion, pushing her head forwards against the tubes holding
her upright.
He shook his head, and stepped back from the tube. His eyes slid down her body,
and grit his teeth.
"The... box is yours," he said, glancing to one side, and then stepped out of
sight.
Damn this, Julie thought, straining to lift her arms. Who the hell was that
guy... and why did he have to be so cryptic!
Pouring all her strength into such a simple movement, Julie closed her gloved
hands around the hoses attached to her face and rested for a moment, letting
them hang limply. Slowly tensing her arms, she relaxed her fingers and began
feeling for the release to the tubes sprouting from below her nose.
With a soft click it came loose, dropping down to hang around her throat.
Excited by her nearing freedom, Julie began the exhausting task of removing the
rest of the attachments, hampered by her joined fingers.
Her legs shaky, she stepped free of the tube and looked around through the
blurry hood. Ignoring the fact that the man seemed to have vanished into thin
air, she moved to the nearest tube and stared at the keypad.
Unable to read the buttons with her blurred vision, Julie sat down and began
probing at the seal joining the finger section of her gloves to the arms. It
took a moment, as the separate pieces seemed to be melted together, but enough
pressure and they came apart, allowing her to work her fingers underneath and
peel it off. The other glove followed quickly, and then she began working at her
hood.
She worked her fingers past the seal, and began pulling it over her head; her
remaining hair sticky with sweat and lubricant.
She paused nervously at the mouthpiece, her throat tensing around the tube.
Opening her jaw as wide as she could, she took hold of the mouthpiece between
both hands and began pulling the glistening rubber from her throat. Her stomach
threatened to empty itself as the tube came free, and she doubled over to stop
herself from retching.
Her stomach still heaving, she reached up and hit the release button on the
tube. Her seated position was making the dildos put pressure on her bladder,
rapidly filling as her body cleaned out the drugs.
Gritting her teeth, she climbed to her feet and shuffled to her open tube,
searching for the tubes recently attached to her genitals. Once both were
connected the pressure in her bladder began subsiding, her face heating with
shame. She hated it that she had to rely on the tube for such a simple function.
The dildo within suddenly began vibrating again, making her squeak in surprise.
Hastily she unplugged the hoses, the tiny valve closing off her bladder once
again.
Hoping that the suit could be taken off soon, Julie returned to the now open
tube. She breathed deeply, her eyes wide with horror as she studied the girl
within.
Emily lay in the steel bonds, totally placid. Her body was encased in rubber
like Julie, but her hood was slightly different. Julie leaned in, staring at the
softly glowing tubes feeding into the girls eyes. She could clearly see Emily's
unblinking eyes through the transparent plastic, pupils wide and unfocused.
Julie didn't need to see the images flashing continuously into Emily's retinae
to know that this was the Education Hood Moira had spoken of earlier. As fast as
she could, she worked the seal apart and pulled the hood forwards.
She paused with the hood half off, staring in fascination at the soft rubber
cups that were seated neatly over the girls' eyes. Gently she pried Emily's limp
eyelids back and pulled at the cups, hearing them come loose with a soft pop.
Emily continued to not blink as Julie shakily removed the rest of the hoses and
lowered the girl to the floor.
Out of morbid curiosity, Julie took hold of the now freely hanging hood and
stared at the inside, looking closely at the softly shifting images within.
Unconsciously she drew it closer, bringing the cups closer to her violet eyes.
By the time she could wonder what she was doing, the soft rubber was sliding up
underneath her eyelids as she stared blankly forwards.
It felt so good to relax her eyes and stare into the soothing colours. She
breathed deeply, taking up the feeding tube and preparing to insert it down her
throat. Rubber is good; I love rubber, she found herself thinking. It is good
to serve, to obey without question...
Julie yelped as someone tore the mask from her face, sending pain shooting
through her eyes as the cups were violently dislodged. Disoriented, she fell
backwards into the open tube.
Blinking the fog from her head, Julie saw Emily trying to put the mask on,
whining softly as she clumsily attempted to get the cups underneath her eyes.
"What the fuck was I doing?" Julie breathed, staring at the mask in horror.
She felt a slight urge to put it back on, and instantly reached up and took hold
of the transparent tubes, violently tearing them from their sockets and sending
the mask to sleep. Even disconnected, she was wary of it as she pulled it away
from Emily, giving her a short command to sit still.
"Oh, that was close," Julie whispered, remembering the thoughts it had enforced
in her. She tried not to think of what would have happened if Moira had put that
on her, instead of the plain hood. Just looking at it had been enough to make
her put it on.
Leaving Emily on the floor, Julie hurried to the other occupied tube, anxious to
be away from the hood. She placed her hands on the glass exterior, her heart
pounding with recognition at the blurred, blue-clad figure inside. With one hand
she reached for the release button, her vision clouding over with tears.
Julie watched anxiously as the water-level travelled down the glass, gurgling
softly as it did so. There was a soft click, and the glass cover slid around
into the wall.
"Kate," Julie choked, already fumbling with the steel bonds.
Kate didn't move as Julie undid the bonds and removed the tubes one by one, eyes
closed as if she was sleeping behind the clear hood covering her face.
"Kate," Julie whispered, laying her down in front of the tube. "Wake up." She
worked her hood free and ran one hand across Kate's head, disturbed by the
smooth hairlessness of her scalp.
Kate moaned softly and sucked on the dildo, her eyes staying shut.
Julie gave her a pained look, and began peeling down the blue latex covering
Kates' lower face, exposing the dildo lodged in her mouth. Julie slid her
fingers underneath the shield at the base of the dildo and began pulling it
free.
Kates' eyes fluttered open, and she gurgled around the dildo. Julie shivered,
seeing no trace of recognition in her friends' eyes.
Forcibly swallowing her emotions, Julie whispered at Kate to be quiet, taking
the dildo and placing it out of reach. Kate pulled against the chains holding
her hands to her sides and whined softly, staring at the length of hard, blue
rubber.
"How are we going to get out of here?" Julie asked her, not expecting an answer.
Reluctantly leaving Kate on the floor, she slunk over to the ladder and began
climbing, the rubber suit squeaking softly. Cautiously, she raised her head high
enough to see across the floor above.
"How much longer will this take?" Shadow's voice came from behind the wall.
"Asking me again won't make it go any faster," Moira replied, her voice edging
on annoyance. "We barely had enough power to go get the girl and make orbit, let
alone make a jump! Be patient."
Julie was barely listening to their talking, her attention focused on the large
window she could see from here. As Moira finished, the smooth curve of the Earth
below came into Julies' view, sliding slowly up from below them. Her jaw dropped
as she watched the brightly lit continents come into view, clouds seemingly
frozen in their movement.
It was an effort for her to release her grip on the rungs of the ladder and
lower herself back down into relative safety.
"Wow," Julie whispered, heart pounding. It had been different before; she had
been able to wonder whether they were still on Earth. She glanced at the walls,
suddenly feeling very small and vulnerable. How far was it between her and
nothing?
"Think," the whispered to her self, shaking her head. "What did that guy say?"
She dismissed his first comments as too cryptic, and went looking for the box he
mentioned. It only took a moment for her to spot the drawers set into the far
wall.
Only one of them was unlocked; Julie assumed he had done it for her. It slid out
with well-oiled ease, exposing a plain cardboard box sitting inside.
She lifted the box out of the drawer and placed it down on the floor, hoping it
held something that would help them escape.
She shut the drawer with a click, and pulled the box over to sit between Kate
and Emily. Emily was eyeing the mask hungrily, but Julies' order was preventing
her from getting it. Kate had no such order, and was attempting to pick the
discarded dildo up with her teeth. Julie watched with tears in her eyes as her
friend got the dildo into a vertical position and began to push it back into her
mouth.
"Damn you," Julie whispered, glancing at the ladder.
Returning her attention to the box, she pulled the cardboard flaps back and
paused.
"Wow," she breathed, taking hold of the gleaming object and pulling it out.
A part of her was disappointed that it wouldn't help them escape, but as she
studied the transparent chastity belt, she found herself caring less and less.
Its innards glinted in the light, the gold size-adjustment mechanisms and locks
clearly visible through the glassy exterior. Its outer surfaces had tiny
patterns carved into it, painted with shiny, violet colouring to make them stand
out. Julie stared at the intricate swirls of the design; it seemed to be a
tangled web of thorns, interspersed with flowers.
The interior of the belt, where the wearers sex would sit, had small bars
running through it; in its' locked state they would slide straight through the
wearers labia. Julie could see small grooves at the base; a second box inside
the main one contained a myriad of plugs for the belt, made of the same glassy
substance.
The box also held a collar of the same design, two sets of cuffs and a pair of
strange, cone-shaped clamps.
Julie studied each of them for a moment, before carefully placing them back in
the box; adding her discarded gloves and hood on impulse. Pushing aside thoughts
of their possible use, she returned to wondering how to escape.
She climbed the ladder and peered across the room again... perhaps she could get
to the controls and turn the ship around. Trembling nervously, she climbed up
and began making her way across the floor.
Something glinting at the edge of her vision caused her to pause. Her bright
purple eyes lit up as she turned to the table in the corner... her necklace!
She glanced once at the Earth slowly sliding past the window, and then hurried
to the table and swept the necklace up in one hand. Feeling complete again, she
hung it around her neck and made for the ladder again, feeling exposed.
She paused halfway, looking over her shoulder as Moira stepped out from behind
the wall, her brow furled in confusion as she sniffed at the air.
She spotted Julie a moment later, and froze in astonishment as they made
eye-contact. Her jaw dropped open as Julie disappeared down below, her heart
pounding.
"Oh shit," she muttered, jumping off the ladder and landing with a thud on the
floor below.
Gripping the necklace in one hand, she ran to the box and threw it under one
arm, uncaring of the fragile contents.
"Stand up," she commanded the two girls, uncaring of her volume. Emily stood
obediently, followed a moment later by Kate; hampered without use of her hands.
Emily seemed familiar... but she couldn't remember where she had met her.
Moira's head appeared through the entrance above, her hair hanging loosely in
the air.
"How the hell?!" she exclaimed in disbelief, seeing all three girls free and
backing away into the far corner.
Her head disappeared a moment later, and Julie expected that any second she
would be back with the dart gun. Her free hand slid up and clutched at her
necklace, gripping it tightly. I'm not giving it up again, she swore.
Every moment Moira didn't reappear only made her more desperate. She growled
angrily at the man who had "rescued" her.
"What did he mean, "find where you are"... I'm in space!" she muttered to
herself.
Moira began climbing down the ladder then. Julie opened her mouth to tell her to
back off, when Moira placed a finger to her lips, signalling quiet.
"I don't know how you got out," Moira said nervously, watching Julie as if she
was dangerous. "But I've had enough of him," she emphasised the word, tilting
her head upwards. "Since he wants you so badly, I won't stop you going." Julie
stared at her in bewilderment.
"You're... letting us go?" Julie asked.
"If you can pull one of your portal tricks, then good luck..." Moira trailed off
and glanced at the two silently obedient girls beside Julie. "You wouldn't
mind... leaving one of them for me?"
Her shoulders slumped when Julie replied with a firm shake of her head.
"I've got no idea how to do it though," Julie told her sincerely. "Before was...
an accident."
Moira's wariness returned.
"By accident," she repeated softly. "Engineering isn't my field... but you need
a rough idea of your location and destination..." she trailed off with a shrug.
"If you're here much longer, I'll have to do something about you... or he'll get
suspicious." Moira turned and climbed back up the ladder.
Julie almost collapsed with relief as Moira disappeared from view. Her mouth was
dry with fear... how long would Moira give her?
Desperately, she thought back to the events at the orphanage, when Shadow tried
to kill her.
"What did I do?" she asked herself, cradling her head in her hands.
Her memories were unclear at that point; it had been almost reflexive, an urge
to get away to somewhere safe. Would it take another attack like that to wake
her abilities?
A loud exclamation from upstairs made her jump.
"Where is it?!" Shadow yelled angrily, his voice clearly audible to the three
girls.
"Where's what?" Moira replied, her voice tense.
"The necklace; you lost it!" he accused.
Julie could almost feel Moira bristle at the comment.
"Why would I take it?" Moira asked him, her voice deadly calm.
"Then where is it?!" he raged, and Julie heard him pound his hand on the table.
Her breathing accelerated with fear... any moment he could come down the ladder!
"How should I know?" Moira replied in the same liquid calm tone. "Why did you
leave it lying around?"
"Because I was trying to think!" he snapped back, his anger only increasing at
being questioned.
Julie heard his footsteps upstairs, pacing angrily. Her rising terror motivated
her to try and open another portal, willing the air to do... whatever it had
done before.
She almost squealed in frustration when nothing happened.
"What use is my ability," she muttered angrily, "if it only works when I'm about
to die!"
"Wait..." Shadow's voice filtered down from above. "It's downstairs!"
Julie did yell out in fear then, and like a crumbling dam, power flooded into
her.
Even as she pulled Kate and Emily close to her, her mind was pressing against
space-time, bending it to her will. The air behind them twisted and began taking
on depth, the wall seemingly sliding backwards into infinity.
Like an opening iris the air parted, light spilling through into the darkened
hallway outside her bedroom.
"What the hell..." Shadow began, pausing on his way down the ladder.
Julie could feel him gathering himself to stop her escape. She stepped backwards
through the portal, her heart leaping as her feet touched carpet; the two girls
following obediently.
Julie turned, and felt Shadow take hold of her body.
"Not this time," he said in an angry tone, and began pulling her forwards.
Julie cried out in terror, and at that moment she released the tenuous hold she
had on the constantly moving entrance.
The portal only remained open for another split second, but there was enough
time to see the room suddenly rush past violently. She got a glimpse of stars as
the infinitely sharp edge of the portal sliced through the outer hull, before it
snapped shut with a loud crack.
Julie slumped to the floor in relief, the air around her calming down after its
brief burst through the portal into the vacuum of space.
"Safety," she sighed, patting the floor as if to reassure her self it was real.
She was half-expecting another headache, but it never came.
The door opened on her bedroom, but instead of the expected tearful Susan,
overjoyed at Julies' return, it was Trig, looking very grim.
"Oh no..." Julie whispered, her heart skipping a beat. "Did they..." she began.
"Susan is fine," Trig interrupted.
He didn't bother to ask how she managed to appear in the hallway with Emily and
another blue-suited girl; it wasn't important to him.
"It's Simeon."
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Thanks to redEva and slavelucy for proof-reading
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