Chapter 10 - Dreams
Seated at his desk, Simeon was finding it hard to contain himself. His hands
were clenched on top of the smooth wooden surface, the papers usually covering
it pushed aside. A small screen sitting on the corner of his desk displayed a
slowly moving floor plan of the house, tracking a small glyph that he knew
represented Nyssa. Trying not to get distracted by it, he looked across at
Damien through narrowed eyes.
"I will not authorise any search for this station that the little girl says
exists," the Council Member said angrily, staring back at Simeon. "If you want
to save all the helpless humans, then you can do it on your own time."
"The Council won't look good for abandoning them now we know," Simeon stated
through gritted teeth.
"The Council," Damien responded smugly, "has put me in charge. I'll decide
what's worth investigating, and what's a delusion made up after seeing the
horrible death of a friend."
Taking a deep breath, Simeon let it out slowly. Damien had become more and more
of a problem for him lately. It was obvious he hated both Simeon and Julie, but
neither of them had any idea why. He wasn't particularly tall compared to
Simeon, a fact that he compensated for by never seeming to sit down.
"Maybe the Council will listen when it comes from Nyssa," Simeon replied with
forced calm.
"Nyssa is too busy mourning the loss of her precious Becky," Damien sneered.
"The Council doesn't fully trust her judgement."
Glancing at the screen's floor-plan again, Simeon saw the glyph representing
Nyssa move from where it had been waiting outside. His eyes shifted from
Damien's face to the door a second before it opened, and despite the serious
nature of the conversation he felt a touch of self-satisfied amusement.
"Hi Damien," Nyssa said with a smile, striding into the room wearing a dark-pink
jacket and matching pants. "What a surprise to see you here."
"Evening Nyssa," Damien replied, smiling coldly.
"It's freezing outside," she exclaimed, unzipping the jacket. "They say winter
is almost over, but it feels like it's going to snow again!" She shivered
dramatically, her breasts shaking underneath the plain, white shirt she wore
underneath.
"I'm sure you didn't come to discuss the weather," Damien prompted.
"Even if I had, it's nothing that concerns you," Nyssa replied smoothly,
glancing pointedly from him to the door.
"Well then, we shall continue this later," he told Simeon, trying and failing to
hide the displeasure in his voice. "Nyssa," he nodded respectfully at her, and
then walked out, leaving the door open behind him.
For a moment Nyssa and Simeon stared at each other, sharing the same thoughts.
He was a pain, and there was nothing they could do about him.
"We found it," Nyssa said suddenly, breaking the silence. "You were right, they
had a portal generator." Pulling her jacket off completely, Nyssa threw it aside
and slumped down in the armchair beside Simeon's desk. "We had to fend off the
electrical company, who were interested in why nearly every transformer in the
region blew at around midnight."
"Still functional?" he prompted. Nyssa shook her head in reply.
"They trashed it; there's no way we can get any coordinates from the system, let
alone a stable portal. The girls were definitely there, but beyond that..."
"So, there's nothing to do but wait." Simeon sighed grimly.
Physically and mentally exhausted, Susan walked down the painfully familiar
corridors of the slaves' quarters. She had traversed the halls numerous times
through the day, cleaning the rooms, mopping the floors, and delivering dinners
to the other slaves; it seemed like hours had passed since she had eaten her own
dinner in silence with the other maids.
The darkness of her body contrasted with the soft pink of her skin as she
walked, her small breasts only twists in the light shining from the black
covering. Her face was calm and impassive, hair down over her shoulders, leaving
messy strands hanging down over her face that annoyed her until the new occupant
of her body deemed them enough of a distraction to brush away.
It was only a day and a half since she had been with Julie, but since then she
had been knocked out twice and had sex with Trig, and the more her body had to
recover from, the greater her desire to be with her Mistress became.
She still couldn't quite believe that they had sealed her vagina shut, but the
tugging between her legs with every movement made it hard to ignore. The
Dominants had been annoyed by the "stench" of her arousal, and with a small
device they had caused the suit to seal the glistening entrance to her sex. Her
tormentors had amused themselves by pinching her engorged clit and chastising
her for being such a slut, before eventually growing bored with their games.
Curled up in the corner of her mind, Susan watched passively as her body turned
and entered one of the numerous cells. She had no idea whether it was the same
one she had slept in last night, as they all looked identical.
As soon as she was lying down on the cot the lights went out, plunging her into
darkness. Her body shifted around to get comfortable, and then went still, her
eyes slowly closing. Her fear began to rise within her, memories of the night
before clear in her mind. Would he come for her again?
There was a sudden change in her perception, causing her heart to skip a beat.
It only took a moment for her to notice the difference... she was free again!
With a soft squeal she sprung from the cot and was on her way to the door, the
aches and pains that had been plaguing her merely a distant memory. She didn't
stop to think why; she just stabbed at the controls to the door and dashed into
the corridor.
"Susan!" called a familiar voice from behind her. The young teenager spun, her
eyes widening in surprise.
"Julie!" she exclaimed, happiness flooding her being as she recognised her
friend's face. The first thread of confusion entered her thoughts as she took in
the glare directed straight at her, and she hesitated.
"Julie?" she repeated uncertainly, her face a mask of innocent bewilderment.
The tall girl's arm flashed out and grabbed Susan's wrist in a vice-like grip.
Susan let out a squeal of surprise and pain, unprepared for the violence as she
found herself being dragged down the corridor.
"OW!" she cried, grabbing at Julie to try and regain her balance. "That hurts!"
A door opened before them, a blast of cold air hitting her bare skin. Susan had
barely enough time to register shock before Julie pushed her in, sending her
sprawling on the cold, stone floor.
"Julie! W...what are you doing?!" Her heart was pounding with fear now, and a
growing confusion.
"Quiet!" Julie snapped, her heels clicking on the stone as she strode into the
room. Susan's heard the creak of hinges moving, and sat up to watch in horror as
the brightly lit corridor disappeared behind a solid wooden door.
Unconsciously Susan drew her legs closer as she took in the room around her,
terror beginning to squeeze her throat. With a sense of unreality, her eyes
moved over the heavy stone blocks making the walls and floor, the ancient
looking bearers holding up the roof, and the heavy iron lock on the door that
Julie was in the process of securing.
The air was cold, the only warmth coming from the burning torches mounted around
the walls of the room. Their light flickered across Susan's skin, across the
stone walls, and across the heavy, metal devices spread around what she could
only describe as a dungeon.
She didn't want to believe it was true, that she had been transported from a
Space Station to a cold, medieval prison by walking through a doorway, but the
stone under her hands felt real, and her eyes could see the strangely beautiful
shadows cast by the heavy iron cage in the far corner. There was a stone slab in
the middle of the room, and equally heavy shackles hanging from either corner.
Her gaze fell on Julie, and she shivered involuntarily. Her Mistress was wearing
a black leather corset that hugged her form tightly, cupping her breasts and
reaching down to just above the beginning of the black g-string that hid the
folds of her sex. The heels on her knee-high leather boots clicked as she walked
towards Susan, her gloved hands placed firmly on her hips. Standing over Susan,
she watched dispassionately as the confused teenager cringed away from her
violet gaze.
"J...Julie, what's g...going on?" Susan stammered, unable to make eye-contact.
There was a loud creak of leather as Julie crouched down, one hand grabbing a
handful of bright red hair. Susan barely had a chance to reach back and grab
Julie before she began pulling.
"AH!" Susan squealed, trying desperately to relieve the strain on her scalp.
"Please...AH! OW!"
Tears began to fill Susan's eyes as Julie dragged her by the hair over to the
stone slab in the middle of the room. She felt the cold stone edge cut into the
front of her thighs as she was pushed face-first over it, and then Julie was
climbing up to straddle her back.
"Julie!" Susan pleaded, pushing against the stone with her legs to try and get
free.
"Sit still," Julie growled angrily, catching one of Susan's flailing arms. The
terrified girl began crying as Julie closed the first heavy shackle around her
wrist, using the time to try and hide her other hand underneath her body.
"No!" she sobbed pitifully, her muscles no match for Julies' strength as her
second arm was shackled to the slab.
"P...Please!" she cried tearfully as Julie climbed off her and pulled the chains
tightly through the rings set into either corner of the stone, looping them over
sturdy pins at the base of the slab. Susan was forced to lie flat against the
cold stone, her arms now stretched out tightly either side of her body. She
pulled futilely at the shackles, causing them to dig into her soft skin.
"W...why are you d...doing this?" she sobbed, blinking tears from her eyes to
watch Julie as she walked around behind her. She made a choking sound as Julie
shackled both legs to the base of the slab, spreading them wide.
"Please... say something!" Susan tugged weakly against her restraints.
"I'm very disappointed in you," Julie told her from behind. She rubbed a gloved
hand up Susan's thigh, making her shiver at the touch. "You gave in so easily to
them."
"I didn't!" Susan cried, trying to look over her shoulder. "I... I didn't have a
choice!"
"You had a choice!" Julie snapped, slapping Susan's defenceless rear with her
hand. "But you were too weak!"
"No..." Susan protested weakly between sobs.
"You were weak, and you let them control you!" Julies' hand came down on her
behind again, and she cried out. The slap didn't cause much pain, but she was
scared and confused by Julies' behaviour. It hurt that she was being punished
for something she didn't even understand.
"I didn't... I didn't..." Susan pulled at the shackles, their heavy chains
ringing against the stone.
"You even came for them, just like a dirty whore," Julie said spitefully, her
hands sliding up Susan's thighs. She ran a finger across the black smoothness
over Susan's crotch, the suit parting at her touch to expose the glistening slit
that lay beneath.
"You seem to be enjoying yourself," Julie said in mock surprise.
"Please Julie... stop it, please!" Susan pleaded weakly. Julie ran her fingers
between Susan's labia, the blackness of the suit peeling away to expose the
soft, dark pink skin underneath.
"You are enjoying this, aren't you, slut?" Julie plunged two fingers into
Susan's sex, the rough leather scraping against her sensitive interior. Susan
squealed in pain and thrashed against the shackles holding her down on the
block, her eyes filling with fresh tears.
"Since you like getting fucked by girls so much, I think it's my turn to have
some fun." Julie laughed cruelly as she pulled her fingers free and placed her
hands on Susan's hips, the dildo now strapped to her waist positioned against
the girls' unprotected lips.
The terror that flooded Susan's mind washed away any thought of where the dildo
had come from. All she could think of were the inches of black, studded rubber
pressed against the entrance to her vagina, and how she had no way of defending
herself from it.
"Oh no... No...NO!!" Susan cried, growing louder and more frantic as Julie
pressed harder. "Please Julie! Don't...AH!"
With one violent thrust of her hips Julie sent the dildo arrowing forwards into
Susan's sex, burying it deep within her warmth. Susan let out a long squeal of
betrayal and pain as Julie began to stroke in and out with the strap-on, the
hard, fat rubber stretching her painfully wide.
"Please... don't..." Susan sobbed, tears squeezing past her tightly shut eyes.
Her body shook with each stroke of the rubber cock into her pussy, sending
stabbing pain through her wrists and ankles as the shackles cut into her. A part
of her knew that relaxing would make it easier, but her thoughts disappeared
underneath the tide of hurt and confusion she felt.
"Keep squealing!" Julie snarled at her, thrusting hard with her hips. The dildo
disappeared to the hilt in Susan's body, the studs over its surface tearing at
her lining. She let out a pained scream as the tip hit her cervix, bucking
against the cold iron holding her captive.
"Oh fuck yes," Julie panted, almost withdrawing the dildo from Susan before
slamming it back in to the base once again, pressing her hips against Susan's
buttocks.
Susan cried out again, straining against the shackles. Her bare nipples rubbed
against the rough stone surface below her, adding a little more pain to her
torment. She wasn't concentrating enough to notice that the suit she had been
wearing only minutes ago was gone, and she was now totally naked.
With the base of the dildo grinding against her clit with each push, Julie was
fast reaching a powerful orgasm. One hand let go of Susan's waist to disappear
underneath the front of the strap-on, squeezing her clit as she watched the
glistening rubber projecting from her hips disappear into Susan's body. Her
labia were stretched tightly around the studded intruder, the neat little holes
of her piercings clearly visible.
"Yes... ye-s... m-ah!" With a loud, orgasmic grunt Julie thrust deeply as she
came, grinding her hips against Susan to further stimulate her clit. Susan
sobbed uncontrollably as Julie leant forwards to push deeper, feeling the small
jerks of the dildo as her mistress's hips shook.
"Thanks, slut," Julie said, unceremoniously unbuckling the dildo from her hips
and climbing off it. Susan let out a loud sob as the discarded rubber toy slid
slowly from her body and dropped to the ground at Julies' feet.
"And now," Julie began, kicking the strap-on away, "since you've been such a
good girl..."
Breathing heavily, Susan turned to look over her shoulder. She moaned in fear as
she saw Julie crouch down, and felt her rough leather fingers probing at her
lips. Half-expecting Julie to force her to cum, Susan was initially confused by
the sensation of cool metal slipping through a piercing.
Her confusion lasted only a moment, as with a distant rattle of chain, something
pulled hard on her soft, glistening lip. She whimpered softly, her body tense as
she waited for the almost painful pull to end. As Julie began to repeat the
process with the opposite lip, Susan realised what was happening. A part of her
recalled that Julie had once threatened to hang weights from her pussy, but the
thought disappeared with a cry as Julie let the second one fall, sending pain
shooting through her lip as it reached the end of its' chain.
"A few more," Julie called, using the back of her hand to start the weights
swinging.
With every breath a soft, pained whine, Susan lay still and tried not to cry as
Julie hung more of the iron weights from her soft flesh. If she had been able to
think clearly, she might have wondered where the weights had come from, but the
pain and confusion she felt made the inconsistencies around her seem
meaningless.
"Beautiful," Julie said proudly, lifting all the weights on her open palm. Her
violet eyes watched as Susan relaxed in relief, before she snatched her hand
back, letting them drop sharply. Susan let out a wounded squeal and surged
against the merciless iron of her shackles. A smile crossed Julies' lips as she
watched her prisoner go limp in defeat and start to sob brokenly.
Heels clicking against the stone floor, Julie slowly walked around to the front
of the slab. Her tightly shut eyes red and puffy, Susan listened to Julie
approach and turned her head away, trying to hide her face in her bare shoulder.
"No!" Susan protested in the barest whisper as Julie took a handful of her long,
red hair and lifted, forcing her to look forward. She gave up after a second,
and opened her eyes.
"Why?" she asked, her voice cracking with emotions; betrayal, confusion, pain.
She shied away as Julie brought her free hand up and, to Susan's surprise, ran
the tips of her fingers tenderly up her tear-streaked face. For an instant, she
thought she recognised the loving Julie she remembered.
"It's just a dream, Susan," Julie said in a surprisingly urgent tone.
And then she was gone, and the hand drew back and in a flash slapped Susan
across the cheek, causing her to burst into tears. Her head fell limply to bang
against the stone as Julie let go of her hair. She made a soft gasp at the pain,
but didn't move.
"You stupid girl," Julie snarled, walking around to the back of the slab again.
Susan barely saw the motion out of the corner of her tear-streaked eyes. There
was a soft, almost innocent swish, followed by a loud crack as pain exploded
across her backside. Susan let out a cry and convulsed reflexively in her
restraints, setting the weights in motion once more as an angry red line grew
across her smooth cheeks.
"Wake up," Julie called, the last word a grunt as she swung the cane in her
hands again. The sound of its impact against Susan's skin filled the room,
followed a moment later by her strangled scream of pain.
"It's not real!" Julie almost yelled, and brought the cane down on Susan's
behind once more. She heard what Julie was saying, but the pain was clouding her
thoughts.
"Susan, concentrate on my voice!" The cane slammed into Susan's rear, making her
whole body jerk with the force. Even as she screamed, a part of her was
listening, trying to understand.
"Concentrate! It's not real!" Julies' voice sounded wrong now, distant and yet
clearly masculine. As Susan began to wonder, the sensation of the cane began to
fade, the pain becoming further and further detached from her. It wasn't real;
it was just a dream...
"Close enough," the voice said. With a snap the dream was gone, fluttering away
into the shadows of her mind. She could hear something strange now, like someone
in pain but who had forgotten how to scream. What was it? It seemed close...
As soon as Susan realised that the person screaming was her, sensation came
crashing in once more. There was a ghostly sensation of pain as her mind took
control of her body once more, and then in one convulsive move she sat up on her
cot, a half-finished cry dying in her throat.
"W...What..." she began, shaking in the arms of someone who seemed slightly
familiar. She could feel sweat dripping off her face, taste the salt on her
lips. Something seemed to grow within her, something she couldn't recognise. Her
companion sensed it though, and rolled her over as she threw up violently on the
floor, making pitiful choking noises.
"Just let it happen," he said soothingly, one strong hand holding her waist with
the other providing support for her head so she didn't make a mess of herself.
Susan moaned sickly as she tried to breathe, setting off another bout of painful
dry retching. Pouring all her remaining energy into calming her stomach, she
hung limply in his arms as the heaving tapered off. She felt totally drained
now, driven to the edge by an ordeal that had been confined to her skull.
Once she could hold her own head up, her companion pulled one of the
pushed-aside sheets off the bed. She was too exhausted to struggle as he gently
wiped her face clean, despite being unable to see anything in the pitch-black
room.
"You're not Julie," she said shakily as he discarded the dirty sheet onto the
floor.
"No," he replied, brushing her hair back with his hand.
"But you... smell like her," Susan told him, almost too tired to be confused.
"She's my daughter," Seth whispered. "Shush," he said, touching her lips before
she could say anything else. "Just go to sleep, Susan. You're safe."
She was too exhausted to feel the mental suggestion in his voice. Alone in her
head once again, Susan slid into the comfort of oblivion.
With her dressing-gown wrapped tightly around her body, Julie followed Trig down
the hallway to Simeon's room. Her arms were crossed tightly under her breasts,
trying to hide the brown, furry bundle of her teddy bear. She had almost left it
behind, dreading Trigs' amused smile at a Dominant taking comfort in a stuffed
toy, but the thought of it sitting alone in the darkness made her sneak it out
of her room.
They were taking no chances tonight. On Simeon's insistence, Julie would sleep
in his room and Trig would sleep next-door in the study. Despite denying that
they had let anyone in last night, the maids had been instructed not to let
anyone into the house, and Simeon had included the Council envoy. He had enough
problems without Damien looking over his shoulder the whole time.
Trig halted outside Simeon's bedroom door, standing to one side as Julie caught
up.
"Good night," he said in a low voice, watching her closely. Julie leant in and
gave him a kiss on the cheek, her violet eyes mirroring the worry she saw in his
face.
"You too," she breathed, and stepped through the doorway.
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Thanks go out to slavelucy for her help in making this story better than I could
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