Chapter 26 - Tension
Kathryn crouched down in the snow, feeling exceedingly guilty.
"I don't know why I'm listening to you," she hissed at Simeon, her eyes darting
around nervously.
"Quiet," Simeon growled, crouched in front and peering around the corner of the
building they were hiding behind. The far side of the street adjoining the
building was blocked by a high stone wall, and barely visible over the top sat
the shining bulks of the council ships.
"How on earth are we going to get over that?" Kathryn asked hopelessly, already
turning to go back.
"I said, quiet," Simeon hissed, leaning back from the corner. Across the street
a soldier began walking parallel to the wall, gun held ready.
"Here's an idea; why don't you go knock him out and steal his clothes?" Her
voice dripped with sarcasm.
"Look," Simeon snapped in irritation, turning to fix her with a stare. "I'm
sorry that you got fired over all this, but can you just shut up for one
moment..."
He trailed off and turned sharply back to looking around the corner, leaving
Kathryn to splutter in outrage behind him.
"Okay," he said suddenly, grabbing her by the front of her coat and dragging her
out into the street.
"Hey!" she exclaimed, stumbling after him as she tried to pry his hand free. He
held her tightly though, and didn't let go until they were across the street.
"What now, genius?" she growled once they were standing against the wall.
"Climb onto my back," he said, crouching down and looking expectantly up at her.
"On... your back..." Kathryn repeated in disbelief.
"Yes! Quickly though; these guys will shoot first, and ask questions later."
Muttering to herself, Kathryn put her arms around his neck and draped herself
over Simeon, wrapping her legs around his waist.
"Uh," he grunted, straightening up with her weight on his back. Without pausing,
he reached up and slid his fingers into a gap in the stones. The tip of one boot
went into another, and he began climbing the wall rapidly.
"You're... pretty strong," Kathryn said grudgingly. Simeon grunted loudly.
"Not as much... as I would like," he managed, pulling them both up onto the top
of the fence.
"Now what?" she asked nervously, her grip tightening around his shoulders as she
looked down.
"Hold on," he told her.
"What..." she began, before trailing off into a scream as he jumped off the
wall.
They landed hard and Kathryn's grip instantly gave way, landing her on her butt
in the snow. She climbed hastily to her feet, muttering angrily under her
breath. Shooting Simeon a fierce look as she brushed the snow from her clothes,
she strode off past him towards the house.
Susan was sitting perfectly still amidst the pillows on Julies' bed, leaning on
the wall behind her, legs crossed. Her face was bright red with shame, and she
was trying her best to ignore Kate sucking drowsily on her exposed breast.
"Julie, come back..." she whispered, looking hopefully at the closed bathroom
door.
Susan yearned to go and comfort her friend, but she couldn't leave Kate behind.
Every time Susan tried to move, she would squeeze harder and whimper, and Susan
couldn't stand it. The girl was just so defenceless that she felt obliged to
help.
She glanced at the door again and sighed sadly, imagining how Julie felt. Her
family murdered, her friend brainwashed into infancy, learning she's some sort
of super-human...
"And I'm just a sex slave to a teenage Mistress and a guy I only met a couple of
days ago," she muttered in reply to her own thoughts.
She groaned loudly, and leant her head back against the wall. It was all so
depressing.
She felt the sucking on her nipple stop, and looked down at her. Kates' eyes
were closed and she was purring softly in contentment, her legs curled up
against the pillows. Gently her lips slid away, resting her head in the crook of
Susan's arm.
"Yes!" Susan whispered softly. Cradling Kates head, she carefully uncrossed her
legs and leant forward to crawl off the bed.
Susan groaned softly, not only because suddenly Kate let out a plaintive whine
and grabbed at her breast again, but the way the dildo vibrated with the motion.
Returning to sit amidst the pillows, she pulled Kate close and let her attach
herself once again to the proffered nipple. Quivering with shame, she stared
pleadingly at the doorway, willing it to open.
She jumped in surprise as the doorhandle she was focusing on turned. With a
smooth motion the door itself swung open and Julie walked out, looking much
happier. She smiled at Susan's expression, but didn't say anything as she
collected her clothes and began dressing over the smooth rubber covering her
body.
"Are... are you okay?" Susan asked, clearing her throat. Her face glowed red
with embarrassment; hands held ready to do up her shirt at a moments notice.
"I'm okay," Julie replied, straightening her jumper. "Is Kate all right?"
"She won't go to sleep again," Susan told her unhappily. "She starts crying
whenever I pull away, and my... my breast hurts!" She looked pleadingly at
Julie.
"You seem to be doing a good job though," Julie told her, hunting around in the
wardrobe. Susan opened her mouth to beg for help, and shut it again when Julie
turned around with Kates' blue dildo-gag in hand.
"This is the only other thing I can think of," Julie said, looking at the gag
with barely concealed distaste. She hated having to do this to her friend.
It's only till she gets better, Julie reassured herself, sitting down beside the
girls on the bed. Kate reluctantly released Susan's nipple with a little
coaxing, stuck between the need to suck and Julies' direction. Her unhappiness
disappeared the moment the dildo touched her lips, and she accepted it down her
throat with a gentle gurgle.
Julie locked the gag loosely behind Kates' head, before cuffing her to the far
corner of the bed and pulling the blankets up over her.
Susan did up her shirt rapidly, and then wriggled into her jumper, sighing in
relief as her head popped through. She slid into her pants carefully, trying
hard not to disturb the belt. Straightening, she rubbed her sore nipple through
the fabric, wondering if it will ever be the same again.
"Let's go find Simeon," Julie said firmly once Susan was dressed, as if she had
already made the decision earlier in the bathroom. She looked down at Kate,
double-checking she was happy.
"Did you two have fun last night?" Susan asked in a slightly sultry tone as she
adjusted her jumper. Julie's head snapped up in surprise and Susan suddenly
realised what she had said. Her cheeks heating, she quickly looked down to stare
intently at her toes.
"Sorry...I... It's none of my business," she stammered. Julie stared for a few
more seconds, a grin spreading across her face.
"We had lots of fun, actually," Julie told her. "And I'm going to find out why
the maids woke me this morning instead of him." She grinned playfully at Susan.
"You'd know all about being woken up!"
Susan giggled softly, her blush deepening as she remembered the previous morning
with Trig.
"Thanks for convincing me to stay back then," she said slowly, wondering if her
cheeks were the shade of her hair yet. She was surprised at herself that she was
willing to talk so openly with Julie.
"I couldn't let all the maids hard work go to waste. I know how hard it must
have been to get you to wear that outfit to dinner." Julie laughed as Susan let
out a loud groan.
"She wouldn't let me say no to anything!" she explained in a shameful tone.
"You looked lovely," Julie reassured her. Susan smiled back uncertainly, her
face still bright red.
Julie took the strange key she had been given and placed it in the pocket of her
pants. Checking that her necklace was safely around her neck, she turned to
Susan.
"Come on, let's go," she said happily, taking Susan's hand.
Susan let herself be guided towards the door, uncomfortably aware of the belts
presence. Adjusting her pants over it, she followed Julie out into the hall.
"Damn, this is so boring," Jessica grumbled to her friend, her boots drumming
against the steel ramp beneath her. She spun around and leant against the base
of the hydraulic lift that reached up above her to the underside of the ship.
Its gleaming bulk blocked out the sky, but the light reflecting off the snow
around provided more than enough illumination.
"Totally," replied Lyn, her weapon swinging from her shoulder as she slowly
paced the breadth of the ramp. She paused to take a lazy kick at a clump of
snow, turning it into a cloud of ice. "I wish they'd find that stupid woman so I
can go get myself a warm drink."
"She's probably not even here anymore," Jessica said dully, staring down at her
boots. "And a warm drink sounds perfect!"
"You wish they'd find her so you can go play with your Kevin," Lyn teased.
"I do not!" Jessica denied vehemently, but she was grinning widely. She stepped
away from the lift and glanced around half-heartedly at the bushes and trees.
"It's almost lunch; I'll bet she's already half-way across the world by now,"
Lyn said, kicking at the snow again. "We'll have to wait until..."
She stopped suddenly in mid-sentence, and Jessica looked around in surprise.
Lyn stared back at her in horror, one hand clapped against her neck, and then a
second later she slumped to the ground.
"What the..." Jessica began, bringing her weapon up in readiness. She caught a
flash of motion in her peripheral vision, and at the same moment something hit
her in the throat, like being flicked by a finger.
Seconds later she joined Lyn on the ground.
"Slow down!" Susan called after Julie between breaths, pausing to lean against
the nearest wall.
She tugged at her pants, her face flushed and creased with discomfort. Looking
down at herself, she couldn't tell the belt even existed, but every movement she
made reminded her of its presence.
Looking up, she noticed to her dismay that Julie had not stopped walking.
Gritting her teeth, she pushed away from the wall and ran after her, desperately
trying to ignore the sensations this caused between her legs.
I just had to say no, she moaned inwardly. I could have taken it off, and
replaced this vibrating thing!
She stumbled as the vibrations threatened to overwhelm her, one hand catching
herself against the wall again. She looked up pleadingly at Julie's receding
back, but she either didn't notice, or was deliberately ignoring her.
A whimper escaped her lips as she started after Julie again. The plug in her
arse surged uncomfortably with each step, and her muscles had begun aching from
the constant stretching.
Just when I was getting used to the other one, she thought miserably. She tried
to forget that she had actually agreed to it all; blaming Julie for her torment
made it easier.
She saw Julie halt at the base of the stairs up to the third floor, and Susan
sighed in relief at the chance to catch up.
"You're not allowed up here," announced the guard standing on the opposite side
of the wide stairs.
"I'm looking for Simeon," Julie told him warily, eyeing the weapon that was now
loosely pointed in her direction.
Thank goodness, Susan said to herself as she reached Julie, leaning against the
wall and trying not to pant too loudly. Standing perfectly still, she felt a
warm sensation begin to make its way down her thighs, causing her face to turn
scarlet.
I hate these vibrations, she cried silently, carefully rubbing her legs
together. Why do I have to be such a slut!
"Well, do you know where he is?" Julie was arguing with the impassive guard.
"No," the guard replied simply.
Julie groaned loudly in frustration, and made to move past him. Instantly the
guard's weapon was pointed unwaveringly at her as he stepped away from the wall,
causing her to recoil slightly.
"You're not allowed up here," he repeated, his tone firmer this time.
Julie stared at him for a moment, looking like she was about to either cry in
frustration or attempt to beat his head in.
The sound of voices behind her caused Julie to turn momentarily, sparing the
guard an emotional outburst.
"...totally lost on what to do," came the sound of Trig talking. "They're
content to sit here with a fucking army on the doorstep, whilst the TV goes on
about how we tried to kidnap the orphans."
Trig and Simeon stepped into the hall, followed a moment later by a very
lost-looking Kathryn.
"Nyssa can't get them to make a decision?" Simeon asked as they walked. "Surely
they had some kind of plan for a situation like this!" Trig snorted in reply.
"Damien just craps on about how he's the 'appointed representative' and won't
tell her a thing. He thinks he owns the place now."
Simeon sighed, and raised his head to look at Julie. She crossed her arms to
glare at him as they made eye contact, her violet eyes glinting in the light.
Despite her expression he continued to walk towards her, raising a hand to the
cloth across his face and pulling it down, to expose a wide smile.
"Simeon..." she began hotly, ending in a girlish squeal as he swept her up in
his arms and kissed her passionately on the lips.
"Hey!" she protested around his mouth, trying to worm her way out of his grasp.
"Sorry I had to leave," he said apologetically, squeezing her tightly. "Things
are a little busy at the moment, thanks to you," he said with a playful smile.
"That's not my fault!" Julie exclaimed, pausing in her struggles to frown at
him. She found it hard to stay angry though when he was smiling down at her and
her nose was full of his scent.
"They were looking for you, remember," Simeon pointed out.
"And I had to save your life twice, remember," Julie retorted in a low tone, the
barest hint of a smile on her lips.
"I had everything under control the first time," he replied defensively.
"And the second time, too," Julie said in a dangerous tone, her smile widening
slightly.
"I like standing in the hallway," interrupted Kathryn in a deliberately loud
voice.
Simeon paused for a moment, watching as Julie briefly frowned in annoyance.
Keeping one arm around her, he turned to give Kathryn a low glance. Ignoring her
smug look, he started up the stairs with Julie.
Kathryn quivered with frustration, and then turned and stormed off, choosing a
random hallway to disappear down.
Susan was only half paying attention to them, concentrating on keeping still and
letting her self recover from the walk. She didn't notice as Trig slid up beside
her until his arm was halfway around her body.
"Ah!" she yelped in surprise, trying to jump away.
Trig caught her easily, and despite her struggles drew her into his arms. Susan
gave up fighting quickly, as the belt began to vibrate powerfully with her
movements.
"I like your collar," he told her gently, sliding one hand up her body to touch
the purple ring around her throat.
"Julie gave it to me," she said against his chest, nervous about being so close
to him. Would he feel the belt? She didn't want him to know about it; it was
humiliating enough to wear it in public!
"Where did she get such a nice thing?" he asked, sounding a little confused.
"In that box, from last night," she told him.
"Really... I was wondering what was in there!"
"I think it's really pretty," Susan said, trying to steer the subject away from
the box.
"Me too," he agreed, wondering why she sounded so nervous.
"H...Have you had lunch yet?" she asked, wanting to get out of his grasp as fast
as possible.
"Not yet... would you like some?" He smiled down at her, and loosened his arms.
Susan had to fight not to look relieved.
"Yes please!" she said, looking up at him with a big smile. "I'm so hungry!"
Trig chuckled, and kissed her on the head.
"Let's go then. Simeon can look after himself now."
Susan's smile slipped slightly when he took her hand and set off at a brisk pace
down the hall. She had to almost run to keep up with him, and while he slowed
down slightly for her, it wasn't enough to make the belt bearable
Act natural, she cried desperately in her head, trying to walk normally whilst
enduring the sensations caused by the walking. With every step she took the
plugs moved uncomfortably, the dildo shook, and more of her secretions slid down
the inside of her pants.
By the time they reached the dining room, Susan's face was flushed bright red
and she was sweating profusely under her clothes. Trig looked at her strangely
as she sat down, but she kept her head low in an attempt to hide her state.
The maids weren't in the kitchen, so Trig disappeared to make lunch. Susan's
eyes widened at the approximation of a sandwich he placed before her a few
minutes later. She looked up at him and smiled uncertainly. The adoring look he
gave her made her decide not to complain.
He was at least trying!
"Everyone just ignores me," Kathryn grumbled, striding down the hall. "I come to
help, and this is what I get; everyone pairs off with their girlfriend!"
She paused for only a split second as she spotted a group of people walking
towards her down the hall. Screw them, she thought, heading directly for them
with the intention of barging straight through.
They approached swiftly, and Kathryn began to doubt whether they were going to
move for her. The tall woman in the middle looked familiar...
"Oh good, you're here!" Nyssa said, looking pleased. She halted in the hall, the
group of four guards behind her blocking the way.
"Not you again," Kathryn moaned under her breath.
"Yes, me," Nyssa replied, hearing her clearly. She put an arm around the
ex-police officer.
"Come on, you need to do some talking!"
Julie had taken an instant dislike to the dark-haired man when she had first
seen him on the screen in Simeon's office. Now that she knew his name was Damien
and he was actually standing in that same office, she didn't like him any
better.
She didn't listen as Simeon argued with him, content merely to hold his hand and
glare at the Council member. Every few seconds his gaze would flicker over her,
and his face would darken with distaste. Julie didn't do much thinking about why
he hated her so much; she was happy enough returning the emotion, and took
private satisfaction that he was head-and-shoulders shorter than herself.
She felt Simeon's hand squeeze hers gently, and looked away from Damien. She
quickly noticed that the guards were now looking alert, and guns were trained on
them both. She gave Simeon a panicked look; what had he been saying?!
"I think it's time for you to leave," Damien was saying in a low tone.
"Get out of my office," Simeon demanded flatly.
"You're not in a position to make any decisions. This is out of your hands now."
"Get out," Simeon repeated.
In response to some unseen command from Damien, the guards moved forward
slightly, pressing in on them both. Simeon growled under his breath, his eyes
flickering across the men.
He squeezed Julies' hand again, and she felt her skin tingle. A second later
every weapon in the room clicked loudly, and its magazine fell to the ground
harmlessly.
Julie didn't think it was possible, but Damien's face darkened even more, his
arms balled into fists.
"Out," Simeon snapped, stepping aside and gesturing to the open door.
Damien stood still for a long moment, and then strode out the door. As he
passed, Julie could hear him muttering, the word "freaks" standing out clearly.
The guards filed out after him, their faces impassive.
Simeon sighed loudly once they were alone, the door shut behind them.
"What was all that about?" Julie asked, still a little uneasy.
"Damien is an arrogant bastard," Simeon said a little testily, picking up the
discarded magazines. "He thinks humans are levels below Dominants, and hates it
that he's dependent on them." Simeon threw the magazines into the nearby bin,
uncaring of their value. "No surprise he doesn't like us, being a mixture of the
two," he told her.
Julie nodded at the information, watching as he shuffled through the contents of
his desk.
Simeon gave up looking a few minutes later, throwing the paper down in disgust.
Julie tried not to smile as he stormed over to the fireplace and began stacking
it full of wood.
"Calm down," she said soothingly, gliding up behind him and putting her arms
around his neck.
He paused in stacking, and sighed loudly.
"It's not going to get any easier now that he's been kicked out," he said
wistfully.
"I'd rather he was out there than in here," Julie told him. "Perhaps one of
those army men you mentioned will shoot him!"
Simeon gave her a startled glance, but she could see his amusement.
"Get the fire going, it's freezing in here," she said, hugging herself
dramatically.
"I can think of nothing nicer than sitting in front of the fire with you," he
said, grinning as he resumed preparing the fire.
They both paused as a subsonic hum began to shake the house. Simeon stood up and
cocked his head, trying to tell where it was coming from.
"That's odd," he muttered, walking to the door. "That sounds exactly..." He
trailed off as the door opened, staring out the window across the hall.
"Why the hell are they taking off?!" he exclaimed, staring at the ship that was
slowly rising from the ground, its landing struts retracting into its belly.
Simeon stepped out into the hall and leant against the window, peering at the
ship. The air underneath it rippled with energy, picking up snow and throwing it
chaotically around.
It was when the ship wobbled dangerously that Simeon started to realise
something was very wrong. The pilot regained control a moment later, and the hum
began to increase markedly.
"Please, no," he breathed. "I don't need this!"
The ship continued to rise, and with a sharp increase in the noise it was
making, it took off into the sky.
"Fuck!" Simeon yelled, slamming his forehead against the glass. Julie came up
behind him to watch as it disappeared through the clouds.
"She must have stolen the ship!" he said to Julie, his expression a mixture of
disbelief and anger.
"Who...?" Julie asked cautiously.
"Moira," he exclaimed.
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Thanks to red Eva and slave Lucy for proof-reading
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