Chapter 7 - Disguise
The door flung open suddenly, swinging round to bang loudly against the metal
wall. Julie stepped through, her face hard despite the puffiness around her
violet eyes. Her gaze fell upon the empty chair in the opposite room, causing
her to falter. She was gone!
The blonde girl looked up at the sound, pausing in her job of sweeping up the
glass littering the floor. She gave Julie a cool, considering look before
resuming, the sound of glass scraping along the metal filling the room once
more.
Shaking with emotion, Julie stepped into the corridor. She could feel the little
bits of glass digging into the soles of her feet as she climbed through the
broken window, but she didn't care. Walking up to the chair, she placed her
hands on the metal where Susan's head had been. It was cold.
Choking on her tears, Julie slumped to the floor, leaning on the base of the
chair. The moment the pressure was off her feet she felt her autonomous healing
come into play, pushing the sharp pieces of glass from her skin and closing the
wounds. Cradling her head in her hands as she cried, she barely noticed as the
blonde girl swept the glass up from around her.
"She's gone," Julie sobbed, tears mingling on the floor with the blood from her
feet. "She's really gone!"
Through her tears, she watched as the blood on the floor slowly moved, compelled
by some unseen force to return to her body. Still sobbing, she moved her foot
closer and watched as the thick liquid was absorbed like a sponge.
The glass was almost all gone now, thanks to the blondes' continued efforts.
Through the corner of her eye, Julie watched the girl sweep her pile into a
dust-pan and pour it into the bin. Seemingly satisfied with the state of the
floor, she turned to Julie.
"Excuse me Miss, can you please move? I need to mop the floor." With an
unnatural calm, Julie stood up and faced the black-clad girl. Her expression of
total innocence touched something within her.
"You killed her," Julie said flatly.
When the girl didn't reply, Julie snapped.
"BITCH!" she yelled, lashing out and punching the girl clumsily in the face.
The blonde made a pitiful sound, and stepped back, looking confused. A split
second later Julie flung herself at the girl, sending them both tumbling to the
floor. There was a metallic ring as the girls head hit the tiles, but Julie
didn't hear it.
"YOU KILLED HER!" she screamed.
The blonde girl looked stunned, and as she tried to sit up, Julie struck again,
hitting her on the cheek and sending her head snapping back. There was the sound
of breaking glass, and a split second later the girl went limp.
Julie paused with one arm raised in confusion, watching the girl stare blankly.
As she looked down, the girl's face contorted in pain and she went into
convulsions.
"Oh fuck..." Julie breathed, standing up and backing away in horror. What had
she done?!
The emotions filling her head were too much for the young Dominant, and she
slumped down with her back to the corner of the room, hugging her knees. Eyes
wide, she watched with an expression of disbelief.
The girls' convulsions ended abruptly about ten seconds later, leaving her dazed
and panting on her back. As her eyes started to focus again, she frantically
reached up behind her head, searching in amidst her long, blonde hair. Her hand
came back clutching a curved, silver device, which she hurled clumsily across
the room. Rolling over onto her side, she covered her face and began to cry
loudly.
Julie watched from her position, confused and afraid. What was going on...? She
felt strange... it was hard to keep her eyes open.
Exhausted by her escape, Julies' head tilted sideways, bumping against the metal
door of the cabinet. Her eyes heavy, she caught a glimpse of the blonde shaking
with her cries before oblivion took her.
Julie had been there, and she had heard her Mistress's cries, seen the shaking
of the walls and the breaking windows. And then, just like the girl had
promised, the device which was prickling the back of Susan's neck activated, and
her world became pain.
It seemed to stretch forever, and through it all she could feel the steady
infiltration of the device, sending its tendrils into her thoughts. Searching...
stealing... reshaping... She resisted as best she could, trying to fight
whatever it was doing to her. But it took over in the end, wresting control of
her motor skills from her.
The pain didn't stop then, but it was confined to her chest. For those long,
agonising seconds her body was without a brain, as some part of her still
refused to give in to the machine. And then it was gone, and in one convulsive
motion, life returned. What once were her eyes sprung open as the machine
continued its infiltration, commanding her lungs to take a deep breath.
Her fight wasn't over yet; the machine was determined to suppress every last bit
of her. She could feel the constant pressure, the urge to just let go and slide
into the safety of unconsciousness.
Susan didn't notice as she was released from the cuffs in the chair, or feel the
little bits of glass under her feet as she walked out of the room. The parts of
her mind that remained hers were fighting blindly for their existence.
"Wake up..."
...
"Please, wake up..."
Julie opened her eyes, squinting in the bright light. Her head ached, and she
still felt a little dizzy...
"You have to wake up," said someone in her ear, their voice choking with tears.
"W...What...?" Julie moaned. She could feel someone with their arms around her,
rocking back and forth. Blinking, she noted the empty chair and the little bits
of missed glass underneath it.
"Oh thank you!" the voice cried, and Julie found herself being hugged tightly.
"I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry!" The girl's voice trailed off into sobbing.
Still a little dazed, Julie turned her head to the source of the sobbing, and
came face-to-face with the blonde girl.
"GAH!" she yelped, her jelly-like muscles making her stumble as she leaped out
of the girls grasp. The girl sobbed loudly, and stared pitifully up at the still
naked Julie, her arms raised like she was asking for help.
"Please... don't go..." the girl asked; letting her arms fall limply to her
sides. "Don't leave me," she added in a whisper.
The emotions from before she passed out were returning fast, causing Julie to
sit down and lean back against the chair. She wouldn't cry... Susan wouldn't
want her to cry... Blinking back tears, she stared up at the roof.
"Please... your friend... she's..."
"You killed her," Julie said bluntly, cutting the other girl off.
"No!" the blonde exclaimed, starting forward onto all fours. "She's alive!
She's..."
"YOU KILLED HER!" Julie screamed, tears sliding down her cheeks.
"Please... you have to believe me... I..." The blonde stared at Julie, lost for
words.
"They make you do things," she said softly, gesturing towards where the
mind-control device had come to rest. "Terrible things..." She started forward
again, her eyes filled with tears. "I'm so sorry... Your friend, she has one
now... They take over... Your friend was strong; she didn't want to give in.
That's why she almost died!"
"Almost... but... I saw..." Julie whispered, replaying the events in her mind.
"Please trust me, your friend is alive!"
Julie looked down, a glimmer of hope in her eyes.
"Really?" she asked emotionally.
"Yes!" the blonde cried. "Please, you saved me... I wouldn't lie to you... I'm
yours if you want me..." She trailed off, staring pitifully up at Julie.
"You're not lying?" Julie asked, blinking back more tears.
The blonde shook her head vehemently.
Julie was silent for a long time, trying her hardest not to cry any more. Susan
was alive...
"What was that silver thing?" Julie asked, trying hard to keep her voice level.
"It's a... a control device... it takes over your mind, makes you do things...
makes you help them..." Her face was bleak, as she remembered her time under its
control.
"So, Susan..." Julie's heart sank as the thought of what could happen to her
friend. She had to help!
A loud thud sounded from the room where the doctors were, making both girls turn
to look.
"We have to go!" the blonde shrieked, jumping to her feet. "I locked them in. If
they find us here..." She trailed off, dashing across the room. Cringing with
distaste, she picked up the silver mind-control device which had been attached
to her earlier. The controls on it were smashed, but it appeared to have
suffered no other damage.
"Come on," she hissed urgently, running to the door into the entry room.
Forcing down her emotions, Julie climbed to her feet and followed. She couldn't
help Susan if she was captured again.
"We need to find you some clothes," the blonde said, pushing open a door in the
entry room. Julie followed her in to the small room beyond, and watched
anxiously as she searched through the numerous drawers.
"Here," she said, pulling out a black suit much like her own and flinging it at
Julie. "You need to fit in, in case we're seen."
The suit slid over her fingers like silk, but with the dark sheen of wet latex.
Sticking one leg at a time through the neck and out the bottom, Julie worked the
stretchy suit up to her waist. Sticking her arms through the holes, she pulled
it up to her neck and turned to the blonde.
"You'll need to wear this as well," the girl informed her, holding out the
silver device.
"No!" Julie exclaimed vehemently, taking a step back whilst keeping a careful
eye on the device.
"You have to..." the blonde protested, eyes darting back to the entry hall as
another thud made itself heard. "It won't be obvious mine is missing under my
long hair, but yours is short!"
Julie stared for a long moment, unable to deny the reasoning but terrified of
having a mind-control device anywhere near her head, even a broken one.
"How do you wear this thing?" Julie asked, changing the subject. Looking down at
herself, she pulled at the suit which felt like it was crawling over her skin.
"Please, you must put it on," the girl insisted, offering the curved device
again.
"It's... sticky!" Julie exclaimed, trying to ignore the girls' outstretched
hand. The inside didn't want to slide over her skin anymore, and it seemed to be
getting tighter around her.
"As it warms to your skin, it will stick to you," the girl explained, looking
even more nervous. "Like mine."
Looking down at herself, Julie could see where it was shaping around her
breasts, clinging like a wet t-shirt. It felt weird, and she reached up to pull
at the neck, intending to try and adjust it again. Her heart skipped a beat when
she couldn't get her fingers underneath it.
"How do you take it off?" Julie asked, sounding a little nervous.
"Please... don't hurt me!" the girl exclaimed suddenly, backing into the wall
and cringing pitifully. "You can take it off! You... you soak it in cold water
a...and it will let go!" Her blue eyes were wide with real fear. "Please,
believe me!"
Julie stared in shock at the girl's reaction. She hadn't thought for a moment
that the girl had done anything sinister.
"Please!" the girl said on the verge of tears. She sank to her knees, and stared
at Julies' feet. "Please, Mistress..."
"Hey! Hey!" Julie said soothingly, crouching down. "I believe you! I'll put
that... thing on my neck!"
The girl made a sobbing noise, but wouldn't look up.
Swallowing hard, Julie pried the mind-control device from the girls hand and
looked at it. It certainly looked broken...
"T...Test it on me," the blonde stammered, using one hand to brush back her hair
and expose her neck. "Please, so you know I'm telling the truth..."
"Okay," Julie said nervously. Spurred on by another thud from the rooms beyond,
she brought the device up and placed it on the girls head.
When Julie drew her hand back and it didn't fall from the girls' skin, she broke
out in a cold sweat. What if it still worked...!
"See?" the girl said, looking up with a nervous little smile. "It sticks, but
I'm still me."
Smiling back to hide her rising fear, Julie removed the device and raised it to
her own neck. What if it started working again... what if... what if...?
The girl was right though, she had to do it. Swallowing her fears, Julie put the
device against her skin.
Her heart was pounding in her chest as she released it. The skin underneath
prickled as it stuck to her... but she felt like herself...
"See!" the girl said with a smile, sounding relieved as Julie slowly lowered her
hand.
Julie took a few seconds to be sure, and then with a gasp, let out the breath
she had been holding.
"There are some shoes too," the girl informed, holding up a pair of black shoes
made of the same black substance. "We need to hurry though..."
Julie took the shoes and, uncomfortably aware of the way the suit was hugging
her buttocks, sat down and slipped her feet into them. She started to stand up
when she let out a girlish squeal, and fell back again.
"What is...?" Cheeks heating as she covered her now very visible pubis, Julie
looked up in mortification at the girl. "You didn't say it would do that!" she
squeaked, her face twitching as the suit continued to shape itself to her
genitals. "Oh no... how do you...?" Cheeks heating even more, she trailed off.
The girl let out a nervous giggle, and grabbed Julie by the arm.
"Don't worry," she said, helping Julie to her feet. "It will open for things
like that."
"Wait!" Julie exclaimed as they reached the door. "I had a necklace... where is
it?"
"Oh..." the blonde said, thinking. Turning back, she searched through a few
drawers. Julie looked over her shoulder, and stopped her when she found one
containing her clothes, but her necklace wasn't with them.
"It's not here," Julie said grimly as they left the room. She could feel the
suit still moving around her, and she let out a squeak as she felt it begin to
push into her body.
"Hey, what did you mean, open? Where did these horrible suits come from?" Her
voice took on a slightly hysterical note as they scurried to the door. "And...
how far does it go inside!" She had thought her rubber suit was invasive, but
this thing was slowly crawling into her orifices and she was uncomfortably aware
of how far away from a cold shower she was.
"Quiet!" the blonde hissed, pushing open the door and peeking through.
"You made me put this on," Julie whispered hotly. "You could have told me this
stuff then!"
"It always follows your skin," she whispered back. "Once it gets a few
centimetres inside, it'll stop."
Julie hummed uncertainly, trying to simultaneously squeeze her legs together and
keep her fingers from clawing it off her skin. A whimper escaped her lips as it
slowly made its way into her vagina, like tiny fingers she was helpless to stop.
"Come on, it's clear," the blonde said, opening the door fully. Julie followed
her absently into the corridor beyond, trying to ignore the steady progress of
the suit into her body.
"By the way, I'm Celina," she announced over her shoulder as they walked.
"Julie," the distracted Dominant replied. "It... it's not stopping!" She looked
anxiously at Celina's back.
The blonde glanced nervously over her shoulder, and for a moment she thought the
poor girl was going to start begging again.
"It's designed for human skin..." she replied uncertainly. "It might go a
little... weird."
Julie didn't like the sound of that.
Celina forbade any talking once they were in the corridors, so Julie was forced
to follow behind and try to act brain-washed whenever someone went past.
Celina stopped outside one of the numerous doors in the long corridor, and with
a quick poke at the controls to its right, the door slid open.
"We should be safe here," she said, ushering Julie inside and closing the door
behind them.
The room was only very small, about twice as long as it was wide. Julie had only
ever been in a caravan once, but the bathroom she could see through the small
door in the far end made it look spacious.
"What are we doing here?" Julie asked, looking around disapprovingly. The
left-hand wall had a single, uncomfortable looking bed and a set of featureless
cabinets, and that was it for the room.
"Staying out of sight," Celina said, Julies' tone making her nervous. "If we get
seen outside, we'll get caught."
Julie shook her head, her eye on the door controls.
"We need to help Susan," she said urgently, thinking of her friend. "We can't
stay here."
"We have to," Celina said grimly, plonking her self down on the bed. "If they
find us, we can't help anyone. They won't look for you here."
Torn between the need to help Susan and to avoid being caught, Julie leant
heavily on the wall.
"Is this your room?" Julie asked sullenly.
Celina nodded.
"You lived in here?" Julie asked, raising an eyebrow in disbelief. It was so...
plain!
"I didn't have much choice," she said gloomily. "I didn't have any choices at
all..." She trailed off and stared blankly at the wall.
Julie looked down at the blonde, unable to think of anything to say with her
thoughts centred on Susan.
A soft chime sounded from the doorway. Celina sat bolt upright and looked at
Julie in terror.
"Quick..." she hissed, standing up. "Hide in the bathroom! And..."
As she passed Julie, she plucked the mind-control device from her skin, and
fixed it to the back of her own head.
"Quick!" she said urgently, as Julie pulled back the glass screen of the shower
and flattened her self against the wall.
"Ah, Celina," said a male voice. "I thought I might find you here. You didn't
notice anything odd when you were cleaning the treatment room?"
"Odd, Sir?" Celina repeated softly. "No, Sir. I did my duties and came here to
await instructions."
"I see," he said softly. "Well, don't hesitate to report anything. And get some
rest, you look tired."
"Yes, Sir, it has been a busy day. Thank you, Sir."
"Good girl," he told her fondly. Julie shivered at his tone; it was like he was
talking to a pet.
There was silence for a few seconds, and then Celina's head poked around the
corner, startling her.
"It's okay now."
"What was all that about?" Julie asked, stepping out of the shower.
"They know you've escaped," she replied uneasily, sitting down on the bed again.
Both girls went silent again, lost in thought.
"We should get some sleep," Celina suggested suddenly. "We'll need to be up when
breakfast comes."
Julie nodded distantly. Was Susan preparing for bed, her body under control of
the device on her neck?
Slipping off the bed, Celina pulled a neat stack of sheets from underneath the
bed. "You can sleep on these. If anyone comes..."
"I can probably fit under the bed," Julie reassured her, helping her unfold the
sheets.
The steel floor wouldn't be the most comfortable, but she would live. Laying
down on her back and pulling another sheet over herself, Julie watched Celina
get into bed.
She was glad that the suit had finally stopped crawling over her skin, she felt
almost naked in the black covering. It left nothing to the imagination, with the
way it hugged every curve of her body, from the crease of her buttocks to her
cleavage. Hidden under the plain white sheet, she let a finger explore between
her legs. She had to stick her finger in to the second knuckle before she felt
skin.
Sighing, she pulled her hand back and rolled onto her side. When the light
turned off, the room was plunged into absolute darkness.
Trig woke early, as he always did. He knew without looking that Susan hadn't
returned during the night. Trying to assuage his disappointment with the thought
of finding the two girls entwined in bed, he walked sleepily to the bathroom and
stared into the mirror.
As much as the thought of his girlfriend having a female Mistress was
attractive, he wasn't sure about being the other side of her relationship. He
liked Julie, and he had enjoyed planning out last-night with her, but he
couldn't see it becoming sexual and had no intention of submitting to her. He
smiled wryly into the mirror at the thought of discussing it with Simeon, who
was on the other side of the fence.
Trig quickly grew frustrated with thinking about the complex relationships that
Julie had created with her arrival, and shut the door to the bathroom.
He emerged a quarter-hour later, hair wet from the shower. He was still drying
his hair with a towel when the door to his room was flung open and one of the
maids burst in, looking distraught.
"Trig...!" she cried, and then trailed off, her eyes falling on his face and
slowly travelling south.
"Mm," he hummed coolly, turning to face her. When she failed to move at all, he
calmly lowered the towel from his head and wrapped it around his waist.
"I... I'm sorry," she said suddenly, her face beet-red. "I..." Seeming to
recover, her distraught look returned.
"Julie is missing."
Keeping his face neutral, he asked the question that first entered his head.
"What about Susan?"
The maid was silent, but her expression said it all.
"Give me five minutes," he said. Wordlessly, the maid left the room.
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Cheers Luce
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