Chapter 27 - Recovery
The subsonic rumbling trailed off, and Trig returned to looking at Susan. No
thought that anything might be wrong with the noise entered his mind; if
something was wrong, he would be told about it.
"Susan..." Trig said gently, leaning forwards. "Last night... did I tell you to
stay in my room?"
Susan glanced up from the table, and frowned.
"Um... yes..." she said hesitantly. "But I saw someone out the window," she said
quickly in explanation. "And then I went to tell Julie because I knew they would
want to hurt her, and..."
"And how did that turn out?" he interrupted coolly. Susan swallowed hard, and
hung her head.
"Are... are you going to p...punish me?" she stammered. Trig paused.
"I was going to ask why on earth you went outside," he told her with a smile.
"But if you think you deserve it..." He trailed off to let her speak.
"Would you s...spank me?" she ventured nervously.
"Yes," he told her. "Just like yesterday." He was being cautious, remembering
her tearful request the day before.
Susan was silent for a long time, until Trig was about to ask what she wanted.
"I d...don't think a sp...spanking is en...enough," Susan stammered, keeping her
head low. "Evan u...used a stick on Julie..." She paused to look up at Trig, her
face a mask of humiliation.
"A cane?" he asked, trying to keep the surprise from his voice. Susan nodded
once, and looked down again.
"If that's what you want..." he said slowly. He didn't intend to cane her; he
just knew she wouldn't be able to bear it, and couldn't bring himself to hurt
her that much.
Susan was breathing shallowly, her thoughts in turmoil. Don't agree to this, she
screamed at herself. Say no, say no! Run away NOW!
With a sharp breath Susan pushed her chair back. She felt Trig tense nearby, and
with a squeal she bolted for the nearest door.
The doorway was so close when his hands closed around her body. She screamed
loudly, but was quickly silenced as his hand covered her mouth. The rattling
dildo forgotten, she threw herself around wildly in his arms, eyes wide and
nostrils flaring. A small part of her hoped that he wasn't serious, but began
fading quickly as he picked her up under one arm and carried her out of the
dining room.
Susan was completely helpless to stop him as he brought her to his room and
dumped her on the bed. She would have died with shame if someone had seen her,
red faced and struggling under his arm, but no-one had heard her scream.
Whimpering loudly, Susan wriggled across the bed to cower in the corner where
she had curled up happily only hours before. Trig locked the door, and then
calmly went to his wardrobe and opened it.
"Trig..." Susan cried softly, her eyes wide with fear. He was really going to
cane her, she thought, watching him search through its drawers. When he pulled
out a handful of ties, Susan found herself frowning.
"I never use these damn things," Trig noted, sorting through them. Selecting a
couple, he turned and advanced upon the bed.
Susan whimpered louder, and tried to press herself harder into the corner. It
proved futile, as Trig took hold of one arm and easily dragged her away.
She squealed loudly as he threw her onto her back and began pulling her jumper
off. She kicked, punched and struggled in every way she could, but the jumper
and shirt came off, leaving her bare-chested and humiliated.
"Susan, I'm very angry with you now," Trig told her, taking her arms and tying
them together behind her back with the tie, a blue one with dark patterns on it.
"You didn't tell me that there was a chastity belt in the box."
"I'm sorry!" she cried, twisting to look up at him. "Please don't punish me even
more. I... I wanted it to be a surprise!"
"When was your last enema, young lady?" he asked, removing her jeans. Susan let
out a loud sob, and buried her face in the blankets.
"Too long ago, I think," Trig told her, a soft smile on his lips. "Do you want
it now, or after your caning?" He wanted her to think she was getting caned even
though he had decided to use something else.
Despite the furore of emotions she was feeling, Susan managed to think about it.
She would be forced to hold it, she guessed, and having to do that through her
punishment...
"Afterwards!" she cried loudly, looking up at him pleadingly.
"Before it is," Trig announced.
"NO!" Susan screamed, her struggles increasing. Calmly Trig threaded the
remaining tie through her collar, before leaning down to whisper into her ear.
"I will ignore all pleas to stop, unless you say... 'Chocolate', got it?"
Susan blinked, and paused to look up at him in surprise. He was giving her a way
out?
She almost said it straight away, wanting it to end. Instead she nodded in
confirmation. Trig gave her no time to reconsider though, as he was pulling her
to her feet with her makeshift leash.
Red hair cascading down her shoulders, she stood and followed him to the
bathroom, having no other choice. She knew she could either walk or be carried,
and despite being naked except for the belt and her collar, she wanted to keep a
little dignity.
The first touch of her bare feet against the cold tiles started her whimpering
again, and Trig had to apply a little force to draw her in the rest of the way.
"Down," he said firmly, pointing to the ground.
Susan made a pitiful sound and crouched down, her face bright red with shame. He
put her leash down to prepare her first punishment, and she immediately thought
of running. She was able to restrain herself with the thought that he would
punish her even more, but as the water started running, her resolve began to
break down.
The water stopped after what Susan thought was a very long time, and she looked
up cautiously to see Trig pouring liquid soap into the mixture. Her face fell,
and she began eyeing her loose leash yet again. The thought of the open door was
becoming increasingly attractive.
Her hopes of escape were dashed as Trig closed the door and took up her leash
again. Her small breasts shook with each shallow, nervous breath, nipples hard
and erect in the cold air.
"Now..." Trig said, placing one hand on her behind and pushing her forwards.
Without her arms, Susan was forced to rest her head against the tiles and twist
to try and see what he was doing. She felt him push against the belt as he
inserted the tube. She whimpered softly, and shut her eyes as he stood to hang
the bag up.
Without warning the hot, soapy water burst into her bowels. She gasped, her eyes
flashing open to look up at the large, pale yellow bag. She suddenly realised
that it was much larger than she had expected, and full to the brim.
"Oh no," she breathed in disbelief, feeling the water flowing deeper into her
body. She recalled the painful enemas she had received at the hands of the
doctors, realising that this would be just as bad.
Trying not to sob, she shut her eyes and tried to concentrate on the darkness
behind her eyelids. The urge to expel was growing rapidly, and she could feel
what she thought was the soap tingling inside her.
"Oh!" Susan gasped, as with a loud gurgle the pressure which had been building
suddenly released, hot soapy water bursting forth deep into her bowels.
She felt Trig crouch down beside her, and gently push a pillow underneath to
rest her head on. Her eyes still closed, she felt him begin to gently rub her
nipples, fingers circling the delicate skin. She began to purr with
appreciation, and felt a little disappointed when he stopped.
The touch of cold steel made Susan realise something was wrong, and then the
clamp closed on her nipple.
"OW!" she screamed, sitting up quickly. She stared down in shock at the clamp
now hanging freely from her breast, for a second too stunned to speak.
"Take it OFF!" she squealed, pulling at the tie holding her arms behind her
back. Trig took hold of her other breast, and placed the second clamp on before
she could react.
"Trig," she shrieked, unprepared for the pain. "Please! Please take them off!"
Trig ignored her begging, placing one hand on her back and pushing her down into
position again. She sobbed softly, her breathing becoming shallow as her belly
started to cramp.
Despite the pain and discomfort, she was terribly horny. Her clit throbbed
inside its prison, and with every cramp that ran through her stomach, her
muscles clenched on the dildo buried inside her.
Susan looked up for a second at the enema bag, seeing it was only half empty.
There is still a lot of water in there, she thought to herself. Realising that
it would all soon be churning inside her, and she could do nothing to stop it,
she moaned in excitement and fear, her pussy grabbing at the dildo.
She shut her eyes again, concentrating on trying to relax and not disturb the
hateful clamps with each breath. The enema was growing worse every moment, and
with the chastity belt around her waist, her belly was having trouble expanding.
The mechanisms inside the belt were slowly reaching their limits though. The
continual pressure from her skin eventually caused the belt to adjust itself,
and with a soft click the waistband expanded, just enough to make Susan sigh in
relief.
She was too lost in the sensations to wonder what had happened though, and even
if she had tried to open the belt, it would have been pointless; not only could
the fine mechanisms tell between the even pressure of a growing stomach and
someone's clumsy fingers, but the piercings would have stopped its removal even
without any waistband at all.
To Susan it seemed like hours had passed before she heard the soft gurgle of the
bag. Despite being pleased that her filling was over, her heart skipped a beat,
as she knew the rest of her punishment remained.
"Stand up," Trig commanded, tugging on her 'leash'.
Susan squealed loudly as she climbed to her feet, hampered without the use of
her arms. Her frustrated movements made the clamps swing heavily, sending
flashes of agony through her nipples. The enema gurgled uncomfortably inside
her, and the compression of her waist made it feel like there was much more
water than there really was. Plugged front and back, she felt extremely full.
She continued whimpering as Trig led her to the middle of the room and tied his
end of her leash to the tie binding her arms, shortening it until her hands were
pulled up well away from her now defenceless buttocks. Using another one of his
versatile ties, Trig blindfolded her, smiling at the pleading look she gave him
before the room disappeared behind the fabric.
Susan listened with her heart pounding in her throat as he took something from
the wardrobe and swung it through the air experimentally. If she had been
thinking clearer, she would have picked that it didn't sound like the expected
cane, but all she could do was imagine it smacking into her soft skin.
She quivered with fear as he began circling her, red hair tangling around her
head as she tried to blindly follow his progress. She couldn't stand up straight
for long, and was forced to crouch slightly to relieve the pressure on her
insides. Trig gave her unprotected rear a sharp slap with his hand when she did
so, startling her into straightening again.
"Please..." she whispered, her breathing coming in short, nervous gasps.
"Please... it hurts!"
She felt Trig crouching in front of her, and then his hands were touching the
front of the belt.
He's looking... there! Her thoughts were a mixture of terrified arousal; she
knew there was no way he could miss seeing how horny she was.
His fingers tenderly touching the inside of her thighs was unexpected, and in
her current state she happily moved one leg out to give him better access. She
knew he couldn't touch her anywhere really sensitive, but even so, the sensation
of his fingers on her soft skin was enough to send shivers through her body.
His fingers travelled around her leg to explore between her buttocks, tracing
down the belt and back to her thighs again. As much as she liked the way he was
teasing her, she was still shaking with fear, dreading when the fingers would be
replaced by the cane.
Behind her, Trig raised the long, flat paddle in his hand. It had a roughly
rectangular shape to it, made of hard, shiny black leather. With his other hand
he continued making his way around her, until he was touching the soft skin
beside her imprisoned sex.
SMACK
Susan cried out loudly in shock and pain as the paddle hit her behind.
Reflexively she took a small step away from Trig, her fingers twitching as she
yearned to protect herself.
SMACK
Already in shock from the last hit, the paddle against Susan's rear wrenched
another cry from her lips. She took a larger step away from Trig, and was
rewarded by a sharp slap to her thigh.
"Stay still," she heard him say firmly, causing her to begin sobbing. She had to
actually stand still and wait for the pain.
She felt the hard smack of the paddle again, her cry of pain turning into a gasp
as she tried to stifle it. What had happened to the cane, she wondered.
Her thoughts were halted by the impact of the paddle, bringing tears to her
eyes. Every hit not only shook her tight belly like a drum, but it shook the
dildo as well. The conflicting sensations of pleasure and pain were almost too
much for her to bear.
The next two hits came hard and fast to the underside of her buttocks, making
the soft skin ripple with the impacts. Susan cried out again and shook on the
spot, wanting to climb into the air to escape the pain. She realised suddenly
that the cane would have been much worse.
He slapped her butt with the paddle again, and suddenly her belly cramped. Susan
cried out loudly in pain, and doubled over, sending the clamps swinging
agonisingly again. Around the transparent plug in her rear her muscles visibly
pulsed, desperately trying to rid her body of the soapy water.
Trig paused in her punishment to let her recover. She was sobbing audibly
between gasps, and when he looked up at her face, small tears were sliding out
from underneath the blindfold. But she hadn't said the word yet, so he gave her
a few more seconds for the cramp to subside.
"Stand up," he said gently. When she continued to half-crouch, he brought the
paddle up and slapped the underside of her breasts.
"AH!" she cried out in shock, feeling the clamps tug at her sore nipples.
Breathing shallowly, she straightened up, her eyes shut tightly under the
blindfold.
She was so close to giving in, and saying it. The word was on the tip of her
tongue, but she couldn't bring her lips to move.
Trig smacked her butt again, causing her to half-crouch as pain shot through her
soap-filled colon. She wanted to straighten up again, but she couldn't do it.
She knew what would happen...
SMACK
"OH!" she gasped, her breasts shaking with the force of the paddle. It hurt so
much as she stood up straight, but the intimate torture he was inflicting was
making her so horny. A few more hits, and the resulting vibrations in her pussy
would surely make her cum.
She yelped as the paddle made its self felt on her rear again. The delicious
vibrations brought her minutely closer to what she craved, and she found herself
wanting another hit.
A second later her wish was granted, the sound of the paddle against her skin
filling the room. Susan was prepared for another pause between hits, but Trig
brought the paddle down again a moment later, making her cry out in shock. He
didn't stop though, and another two hits followed, their red marks stinging
across the pale skin of her arse.
Susan started sobbing loudly again as he continued, the smacks ringing in her
ears as blow after blow rained down on her defenceless skin. She lost count
quickly, lost in a sea of pain and intermittent pleasure.
Trig stopped after counting twenty hits. He was surprised she hadn't told him to
stop yet; even more surprised that she hadn't said anything since he started.
"Are you okay?" he whispered into her ear.
When she nodded her head weakly, he had to try and not sigh in relief.
"Good," he said, keeping his voice firm. Still holding the paddle, he took hold
of her nipple clamps in one hand. She cried out in pain, caught between pushing
her chest out to relieve the pull, and the urge to double over from the enema.
"Follow me." Leading her by the clamps, he walked her around the room a few
times, listening to her whimper with every tug of the clamps, before taking her
into the bathroom.
Still bound and blindfolded, he made her sit on the toilet and after a few
seconds fumbling, released the butt-plug. The smaller, secondary plug popped
free, followed by a torrent of water. Susan sighed softly in relief, her world
contracting to the fading pressure in her belly. The cold seat felt nice against
her sore skin.
She stiffened suddenly as she felt Trigs' fingers on her chest again, reminding
her that he was still close. Her face went bright red with shame as she voided
herself, her covered eyes clenched tightly shut behind the blindfold.
The first clamp was pulled off her breast, and she instantly hissed with pain.
Blood rushed into the sensitive flesh, bringing the pain back anew. Still
gritting her teeth, she pulled at the ties holding her arms in an attempt to rub
her nipple. Trigs' touch made her gasp as he began to massage her nipple back to
life. It hurt even more, and she tried to pull away from him.
The second clamp came off then, and she cried out as he began to work the other
nipple at the same time.
"T...Trig!" she gasped, trying to get rid of the horrible soap and protect her
nipples at the same time.
Despite her protests, he kept it up until he was satisfied she had emptied
herself. Leaving her sitting on the toilet, he filled another enema bag with
plain water.
"Not another..." she breathed as he brought her down onto the floor again. She
began sobbing as he plugged it in, and the water started to flow.
"It's just plain water," he whispered soothingly.
Susan moaned pitifully, but endured her cleansing, having little choice in the
matter. Her position stretched the abused skin over her buttocks, making
movement painful.
Another enema followed, and by the time it was over, Susan was totally
exhausted.
She began crying softly as he undid her arms. He carried her out of the
bathroom, laying her out flat on the bed. Still blindfolded, Susan lay quietly
with tears soaking the inside of the blindfold as Trig started to rub cream into
her bare skin.
She felt slightly proud that she had survived through her ordeal without saying
the word. She was still terribly horny, but even if she had the energy, the
Chastity belt would have made it pointless.
"Trig..." she began hesitantly.
"Quiet," he said, his hands leaving her body. A moment later he was lifting her
head, pushing a ball gag between her lips.
Susan whimpered nervously as it was buckled behind her head, but when he
returned to gently rubbing her, she slowly relaxed.
Her eyes closed in contentment.
Julie followed closely as Simeon stormed down the halls. She could hear him
muttering under his breath about "incompetence" and "stupidity", and had to work
not to smile. She pitied the recipient of his anger.
They reached the entry hall of the house, and Julie looked outside to see Damien
and his guards walking calmly down the steps. Julies' frowned in spite, her
violet eyes boring into his back. She couldn't see Simeon's face, but she
doubted he was any happier.
Just as he was about to push the doors open, a loud beeped sounded from his
pocket. He paused in surprise, and it beeped again. Fishing in the coat, he
pulled out what Julie took for a mobile phone.
"Yes?" he said into it, anger overflowing into his voice. There was a long pause
as he listened.
"Oh?" he exclaimed, his expression changing to one of surprise. "Thank you very
much."
Putting the phone in his pocket, he turned to Julie.
"Shadow's conscious."
Both Simeon and Julie walked past Damien's group, deliberately ignoring the
unsavoury Council member. Julie prayed that she wouldn't stumble and humiliate
herself in front of him; she felt like at any moment she would slip over in the
snow and land on her face. The ground wasn't especially treacherous, but her
legs felt like jelly. Not only were the plugs filling her loins being very
distracting... he was awake!
She was slightly comforted by the fact that Simeon didn't appear to be in a
hurry, hoping this meant that her suspicion was correct, and he had no more
abilities. Or perhaps he was still groggy at the moment, and wasn't a danger...
Julie tried not to think of it as they reached the ship, making their way up the
ramp out of the cold. The door slid open as they neared, letting out a burst of
warm air.
The interior of the ship looked very similar to the one that now lay silent
amidst the torn-up soil and dirt where it had crashed; everything was gleaming
and angular. Julie wondered why all ships were so boring and Spartan, not
knowing that the design was typical only for the military.
"This way, sir," said a short, spindly doctor who seemingly stepped out of
nowhere. He gave Julie a quick smile, and Julie couldn't help but return it,
however weakly.
"Whatever happened to him," the Doctor said as they walked, "he seems as healthy
as ever, for a man of his age. His mind took a fair hit last night, and I was
expecting him to remain in a coma for several weeks. He surprised us all!"
Julie swallowed nervously. If he had recovered that quickly... maybe his
abilities would return. She raised one hand to the necklace sitting in her
cleavage, wondering if she should have left it behind.
Simeon slowed down until he was walking with her.
"You're wearing the suit," he stated in a whisper, as if he had no doubts.
"W...What?" she stammered, trying to look confused. "I don't know what you
mean!"
"Oh, please. I can smell the rubber."
Julies' face turned red, and she kept her mouth shut.
"It's okay," he said in a slightly playful tone. "I know how persuasive Moira's
methods are. Just take it easy, and it will fade."
"You remember last night?" she asked nervously. Simeon let himself smile
slightly.
"Every little sound," he whispered, his smile widening into a grin at her
mortified expression.
"But you..." she spluttered in disbelief.
"I loved your cry of 'Put it back', it was so pitifully horny," he said, loving
the shade of red her face turned.
"In here, sir," the unsuspecting Doctor told them, pausing outside a closed
door.
Simeon glanced at Julie, and although she was still blushing from the
conversation, her expression had taken on a hint of fear.
"Maybe I should..." she began, stopping as Simeon took hold of her arm.
Julie sighed, letting him key the door open and guide her in.
Shadow was lying on a bed, surrounded by machines blinking and humming softly.
There was a plain white sheet over his body, but Julie could see the dark
shadows of the straps holding him secure.
He looked up tiredly as they walked over, his eyes dull. Despite that, his aged
face contorted into a scowl at the sight of Julie.
"Come to gloat... bitch?" he tried to snarl, but it sounded pitiful.
Julie was silent, but the pain it caused was evident on her face.
"I spent... so long... trying to find you," he said slowly. "So much effort...
all because she..." he turned the word into a snarl, "...had to beat me."
Julie made a choking noise, and looked down at her feet, raising one hand to
cover her face.
"Why..." she breathed, and then looked up at Shadow. "Why did you have to kill
them..." she trailed off to begin sobbing.
"Kill who?" Shadow asked, as if she had asked a stupid question.
"My... my parents... my... my mother!" she replied between sobs. "You... you
killed them for the necklace... and... and tried to kill me too!"
"You mother?!" he exclaimed, his voice gaining a little strength. "That bitch...
after she used that damn... necklace against me, I spent the next 18 years...
looking for her!"
Julie looked up, choking her sobs back.
"So... you didn't kill her?" she asked, her tone disbelieving.
"Ha!" Shadow laughed. "I only wish I could thank whoever beat me to it! No, it
wasn't me!"
"But..." Julie stammered. "But... I saw it... there were burn marks on the
walls... she was using the necklace to defend herself from you!"
Shadow snorted. "So there's someone else like me who wants the necklace? I wish
him luck then!"
Julie stared at him for a second, and then ran out of the room.
"Julie!" Simeon called after her, but she was gone.
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Thanks to red Eva and slave Lucy for proof-reading
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