Chapter 2 - Torment
Watching as the water cascaded down her body, Susan twisted around slowly under
the shower stream. Her eyes were wide with childlike fascination as it ran down
over her breasts, ignoring the tingling of discomfort this caused in her
over-sensitive nipples. Her gaze followed the water south as it washed away the
soap remaining on her skin, where it ran into the tight, glassy waist-band above
her hips. It paused there for a moment before flowing over the obstruction,
following the equally tight band that hugged her body down over her sex to
disappear between her buttocks.
Despite having lived in the chastity belt for several weeks now without release,
Susan couldn't help but blush as her eyes drifted past her imprisoned sex. The
intimate hold of belt on her body and the transparency of its exterior ensured
that nothing was left to her imagination. Even the shadowy entrance to her
interior was visible, held open by the short, fat and bumpy dildo that pushed
teasingly into her.
With the soap now gone from her glistening skin, Susan crouched down on all
fours in the shower stall, thrusting her behind up into the air. The pale white
tube that was buried in the rear of the belt quivered with her movements as it
carried its cargo of hot water deep into her behind.
Susan found herself clenching her buttocks, and tried to relax. She knew the fat
plug lodged deep inside her was more than capable of holding in the water; a
fact that she had learned through many uncomfortable lessons.
Thinking about that area made her heart begin to pound in her chest, and she
hastily tried to think of something else. Trig had promised that her training
would end tonight, and she was terrified of what that meant for her.
Glancing over her shoulder, she looked up at the bag hanging from the
shower-stall. It wasn't completely empty, but she was getting impatient.
Reaching back, she tugged the tube from the belt. She couldn't feel it, but the
belt's valve sealed behind her, trapping the water inside until she chose to
release it. There had been one time where Trig had locked that also, and she had
been forced to endure the water all day until she could see him and beg to be
released.
Feeling her cheeks heating again, Susan stood up and turned the taps off. Giving
herself a little shake, she reached out and tugged her favourite pale pink towel
off the nearby hook. Wrapping it around her head, she began roughly drying the
fire-red hair that hung heavy with water over her shoulders.
When it was no longer dripping wet, she began drying her body, wincing as the
soft fabric ran over her still sensitive nipples. She paused to tenderly rub her
small, firm breasts as if in apology, remembering the pain of metal biting into
the soft flesh...
She shook herself, and began drying around the chastity belt. As she twisted her
partially dry, naked body, the transparent exterior glittered in the fluorescent
light from above, reflecting off the sparkly purple tracing over its surface.
Her movements caused the black marking over her belly button to deform, its soft
lines following her movements.
She could feel the water slosh in her belly as she reached down to dry her legs,
but it wasn't uncomfortable. It had taken a few tries before she felt confident
in administering her enemas and keeping it a secret from the other orphans, but
with the belt on, she had no choice. Every second day, she would fill the bag
from the shower head, and hold the water until she was dressed and ready.
She pulled on her pants over the belt, and then a nice, tight t-shirt. She
wasn't allowed to wear a bra, and she hated the looks the boys gave her, so a
warm, woollen jumper went over the top also. Her shoes went on last, and then
she wrapped the enema bag and tube in the towel and stuffed the bundle into her
backpack.
Her cheeks glowing with warmth from the shower, she slung the pack over her
shoulder and exited the shower cubicle. The blush wasn't all from the heat of
the shower though; she was hoping desperately that her belly wouldn't growl
loudly. Some of the other girls suspected what she was doing, and she didn't
need any noises to confirm their thoughts!
She spent a few minutes brushing her hair, glancing nervously at the only other
girl in the bathroom of the Orphanage. She appeared to be ignoring Susan, but
when she finished neatening her own hair, she shot the 16-year-old a hateful
glance and walked out a little quicker than was normal.
Susan sighed once the girl was gone; she knew everyone saw her as a traitor.
They blamed every non-human for what had happened, and Susan was quite literally
sleeping with the enemy.
She smiled at herself in the mirror.
"Just ignore them," she whispered, telling herself Trig would be coming in a few
hours, and then she could get away for the day.
She felt the movement in her gut a moment before it gurgled loudly. Despite
being completely alone, her face flushed red with horror. Hurriedly, she
finished what she was doing and dashed to the toilet.
Whimpering softly, Julie tugged against the cuffs holding her secure. She didn't
know where he had found them, but they were cold, hard steel and had no give in
them at all. They were quite effective at discouraging ideas of escape, she
thought wistfully.
The position he had bound her in only made her yearn for freedom though. She was
flat on her back and naked on the bed, with her legs bent back at the knees and
cuffed to her wrists. Her arms were being held together by leather straps at her
elbows, forcing her to arch her back and push her considerable breasts up into
the air.
As if she wasn't humiliated enough, he had gone and put a bar between her knees,
forcing her to spread her legs widely and display her lightly haired sex to the
room. And then after he had gagged and blindfolded her, he stuck a vibrator in
her pussy. The pain as he clipped the small chain from its base to her clit had
made her scream around the ball of rubber, at least until he had tightened it
more. Its slow vibrations had been tormenting her with pleasure and pain for the
last hour.
Julie was only guessing at how long she had been there; it could have been only
a few minutes, but she had no way of telling. She could have counted the ticking
of the nearby clock each second, but dwelling on its rhythmic sound made time
only pass slower.
She was supposed to be going out with Susan soon; he should be here now! She
chastised herself for being so easily charmed by him. What she had thought would
be quick and enjoyable early-morning game had turned into a frustrating ordeal.
It was even more frustrating for her, because she was supposed to be a Dominant.
The urge to be on top and in control was coded into every one of her 18-year-old
cells, and yet she couldn't ignore the excitement she got whenever Simeon tied
her up. She loved being helpless and in his power, but the thought of anyone but
him doing the same thing made her blood boil.
She had been nervous the first time he had bound her, and it didn't all have to
do with the loss of control. It brought back memories of her time at the hands
of the gang members, and if it wasn't for Simeon's gentle manner, she would have
refused. Now, the thought of him being gentle as he tied her for a sound fucking
made her smile around the ball lodged between her aching jaws.
The vibrator was slowly driving her insane, and she began to squirm in her bonds
again. She could just reach the base of the metallic intruder, but pulling on it
sent pain through her clamped clitoris, and her fingers retreated. There was no
way she could remove the clamp, and she didn't have the right angle to turn off
the vibrator. She whined in frustration, chains rattling as she raged futilely.
Julie paused suddenly as her ears picked up a sound. Trying not to breathe too
heavily through her nose, she listened to the sounds in the room. She could hear
the slow ticking of the clock and the low, muted sound of the vibrator working
away; but there was no other noise.
Her nostrils flared as she tried to smell if anyone was there. Her mentor and
adopted mother, Nyssa, had been teaching her to rely on her sense of smell.
Julie hated being hooded so she couldn't see or hear, but she was getting better
at identifying people in the room.
She easily picked up the scent of her own arousal, bringing warmth to her cheeks
at how obvious it must be. But there was something else, something she wasn't
sure about... She moaned softly, and twisted herself uncomfortably to lift her
head into the air. What was that smell...
Her entire body stiffened as she felt the bed shift underneath her. What on
earth... Her thought was cut off as she felt someone take hold of the clamp on
her clit. He's on the bed, she cried out in her mind, before pain lanced through
the tortured organ and brought an end to thinking.
She screamed loudly around the gag, arching her back painfully and trying to
press her legs together to protect her femininity. Her thoughts were a chaotic
mix of shock, confusion and pain. How had he snuck up on her like that? She had
heard the door shut!
Despite the pain still radiating from her clitoris, Julie found herself pushing
back at him as he withdrew the now silent vibrator. She knew he would smile at
this, and turned red with shame. She felt him moving again, leaning over her.
"Do you want the vibrator back?" Simeon asked slyly, his hand cupping her sex.
Her face went red but she refused to admit it, and replied with a shake of her
head.
Julie felt his touch against her sex a split second before he thrust forwards,
burying his cock in her. She squealed around the gag in surprise and joy, and
then he was fully into her, pressing her tortured clit between them. Her squeal
changed into a cry of pain and outrage... he had planned all this! His low laugh
only confirmed her suspicions.
She was more than wet enough, and Simeon began thrusting strongly into her body.
Julie wanted to die with shame each time he thrust into her and brought another
cry from her throat. It was tempting to use her abilities and heal her poor
clit, but even if she could concentrate enough, it would feel too much like
cheating. Right now, she could do nothing but pull at her restraints as he
worked her towards what she could feel would be a powerful orgasm.
And just as she was sure she was going to cum, he pulled out of her, making her
scream with frustration. He laughed again, shifting around to sit over her head.
Julie whined unhappily as he undid the gag, but opened her mouth as his cock
touched her lips.
Still moaning in shame and arousal, Julie tried to relax as he used her mouth
for his pleasure. She expressed her dissatisfaction by not doing anything,
keeping her tongue still and concentrating on just breathing.
She knew that he would notice, and moments later she was gagging as he thrust
deeply and came in her throat. He held her head close until Julie began to
struggle for breath, and then slowly withdrew. She tried her best not to gasp
for breath, as if to prove that she hadn't been worried at all.
It took all her self-control not to cry with frustration as he replaced the gag
tightly in her mouth. Her hope of release sank as he climbed off the bed and
began to dress, clothes rustling nearby.
He leant down next to her once he was finished and unlocked the cuffs and the
strap around her elbows.
"Stay still," he told her firmly when she started to relax. "Hold this position,
and keep your hands and legs in the cuffs."
Julie groaned loudly, feeling freedom so close, but she nodded obediently. She
almost pulled her hands out as the door opened and closed behind him, but
managed to resist. Her thoughts were full of confusion. Was he testing her
obedience, and would he come back soon to check? Was he in fact still in the
room, trying to trick her again?
The door opened a few minutes later, but it was cautious, as if someone was
trying to remain silent. The touch of awareness that had been growing unnoticed
in Julies' mind expanded sharply into something identifiable, only moments
before the newcomers scent touched her nose. Every cell in her body tingled with
recognition, and Julie knew without a doubt who it was; her partner through
hell, bonded slave and best friend, Susan.
Nyssa had been spending a lot of time on the bond between Julie and her two
friends. She spoke a little about electro-magnetic fields and cellular
communication, but she stopped once it became apparent that Julie had no idea of
what Nyssa meant. Less scientific explanations had been easy though.
Before starting training, Julie only had an awareness of Susan and Kate in her
dreams. Now she could tell when they were near, and get a vague sense of their
emotional state if she concentrated.
Julie heard her try to stifle a giggle as she tip-toed over to the bedside.
"Hello Julie," Susan said suddenly and loudly, her voice full of laughter. Julie
moaned around her gag and tried to convincingly struggle, hiding her own humour.
She knew exactly what Simeon had been planning now, and felt a moment of pity
for her friend.
She listened to Susan giggling naughtily as she turned the vibrator on to full
speed, still trying to appear like she was afraid and plead for release around
the gag.
"You're so cute when you're tied up," Susan said, teasingly running the vibrator
around Julies' sex. Julie groaned loudly at the touch, but it was more from the
effort of resisting the urge to break free and jam Susan's head between her
legs. Giggling again, Susan tweaked Julies' bare nipples, watching as they grew
full of blood.
"Poor Julie!" she laughed, pushing the vibrator deeply into Julies' sex.
Julie felt herself run out of self-control rapidly as Susan began pushing it in
and out. She sat up suddenly, her hands already raised to pull the blindfold
from her eyes. She heard Susan cry out in surprise, the bed creaking as she
started to leap to her feet. Blinking in the sudden light, Julie lunged forwards
to grab Susan and prevent her escape.
She shook the spreader bar free as she did, and in a few moments she had Susan
stuck between her thighs.
"Julie!" Susan cried out, trying to throw Julie off her. "You... he tricked me!"
Holding Susan down with one hand, she unbuckled the gag and grinned down at her
friend.
"I know I did! But a good girl would have freed her poor, horny Mistress!" Julie
said in mock disappointment.
"I was going to do that! I...I was thinking of you!" Susan tried to justify her
actions. "I was going to help you o...orgasm!"
"You were going to tease me because you thought I couldn't do anything about
it!" Julie accused, staring down over her breasts at the increasingly agitated
teenager. With one hand she absently brushed back her slowly regrowing black
hair. Nyssa assured her that with training she could make it grow a lot faster,
but Julie didn't mind it being short, although she had no intention of keeping
it that way.
"I... I..." Susan stammered, unable to think of anything to defend herself.
Smiling wider, Julie shuffled forwards to place her dripping pussy over Susan's
face.
"You can help me orgasm now," Julie suggested, taking a handful of Susan's long,
red hair and lifting her head up slightly. Her violet eyes twinkled dangerously,
promising consequences if Susan refused.
"Julie!" Susan whined, her eyes flickering between Julies' glistening lips and
her eyes.
She hated giving oral sex, but she hated punishments even more, and the thought
of a week with the vibrating dildo inside her chastity belt was enough to get
her to open her mouth. Her tongue emerged reluctantly, and she began to lick.
Julie adjusted her position slightly, spreading her legs and leaning forward to
give Susan a more comfortable angle. It also allowed Julie to lean on the front
of the bed and press down on her source of pleasure.
The efforts of the vibrator and Simeon had brought her to the peak of arousal,
and the feelings of Susan's tongue rubbing up and down her sex had her panting
heavily very quickly. She looked down to see Susan with her eyes closed and face
bright red as she worked. The sight, combined with the feeling of the tongue now
swirling around her clit, had her throwing her head back and grinding her hips
down, her mouth open as she moaned in orgasm.
"Thanks," she panted, climbing off Susan to slump down beside her on the bed.
"Can you go get my clothes, please," Julie asked sweetly after a minute. Susan
sighed, but she could hear the command in it, and hurried to obey.
Susan disappeared into the bathroom whilst Julie dressed, straightening her hair
and washing out her mouth. As much as she liked the taste of Julies' sex, she
didn't want it for the rest of the day.
"Shall we go in a minute?" Susan asked as Julie joined her in the bathroom,
trying to act casual. Her eyes flickered to the steel bonds lying strewn across
the rumpled bed in the other room, and her cheeks flushed slightly.
"Sure," Julie told her with a smile.
"Is Kate coming too?" Susan asked hesitantly. Julies' smile slipped for a
second.
"A few more days," she said softly.
The two girls emerged from the bathroom together, Julie standing much taller
than her younger friend. Grabbing her new purse, she shoved it in her pocket.
Nyssa was trying to get her to use a hand-bag, but so far Julie had refused,
finding it much more convenient, and less of a target for the street thugs that
still held a grudge against her.
She wasn't concerned that the cities underworld was against her; she felt
confident that if she stayed in relatively well populated areas, she could deal
with anything they threw at her, and if not... She silenced the thought, not
wanting to contemplate some of her more dangerous abilities.
"Let's go," Julie told Susan, striding purposely to the door.
She'd never had much money, but Simeon was a generous person; now it was time to
go shopping.
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Thanks to slavelucy for proof-reading this
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