Chapter 12 - Keeping Promises
Sitting on the side of the spa dressed only in her soft yellow towel, Julie
stared intently at the bar of soap balanced on the edge of the sink across from
her. If Simeon wouldn't teach her how to use her abilities, she would practice
by herself.
"Move," she breathed through clenched teeth, her violet eyes sharp and focused
on the soaps' milky curves. She had only finished her shower minutes before and
the air was still warm and humid, her short hair dripping water down her neck.
"Move," she repeated, leaning forward slightly. Unable to stretch further, the
towel slid down to expose the shadowy cleft between her breasts.
"Move!" she hissed, the beginnings of frustration making her grip the edge of
the spa. She had only the vaguest idea of what she was doing, but despite being
told that experimentation was dangerous, she had to try anyway. She wanted to be
useful; if she had known how, she could have helped Susan!
"Move!" she hissed again, louder this time. Was it her imagination, or did the
soap shift slightly?
"Come on!" she pleaded with the impassive bar of soap, desperation welling up
within her. She had to do it! But the soap remained in the steady grip of
gravity, silently defying her.
Julie stared at the soap as it disappeared behind a haze of tears. In one
horrible instant all the confidence she had felt, all the trust she had in Seth
and all the certainty that she would see Susan again disappeared from her mind.
She slumped forward and buried her face in her hands, putting all her remaining
self-control into remaining silent as her body shook with each broken sob.
As if to taunt her, she felt the power within her growing, tingling down the
nerves of her body. Her hands slid back over her tear-filled eyes to clench into
fists, and she hated it, hated the power that made her unique, hated it because
she couldn't control it, and hated it because she couldn't use it to help the
people she loved. She wanted it to be gone, to leave her alone. With a sob she
pushed it away from her, like a child pushing away a toy.
Being made of stronger glass, the shower screen survived the burst of energy
that shook the room. The mirror over the sink wasn't as tough, and instantly
turned into a hundred deadly shards.
Julie screamed in fright, raising her hands to protect herself as little pieces
of glass rained down upon her, too far from the wall to get hit by the larger
slices. She panicked, dropping her towel as she leapt from the side of the bath
to run back into the bedroom, shaking little bits from her hair.
Narrowly avoiding stepping on any of the glass, she launched herself at Simeon's
bed, burying herself under the covers. Naked and feeling dizzy, she curled up in
the darkness and wished for her old life.
Drawn by her scream, Trig flung the bedroom door open only seconds after, hand
poised to pull the weapon which lay almost permanently at his hip. He noted the
broken glass, the discarded towel, and the quivering bulge underneath the
covers. He sighed sympathetically, understanding her frustration, and closed the
door again.
Julie heard Simeon come in a few minutes later, having felt her moment of
uncontrolled destruction. She knew it was obvious where she was hiding, but she
remained still anyway, desperately hoping that he would leave her alone.
"Be careful, Julie," she heard him say softly, followed a moment later by the
sound of the door closing again.
She sighed, emerging from underneath the blankets like a feminine butterfly. Her
eyes were red and puffy with tears, and her short hair was a mess, having dried
in bed. Blinking in the light, she slid naked off the bed and made her way to
the bathroom again, the carpet tickling her bare feet.
She eyed the floor for a moment, before stepping out onto the tiles, placing her
foot on one of the few clean patches. Using her toe to push away a little cube
of glass, she put her other foot down. Her towel lay just out of reach still, so
she stretched out her leg and placed it on the edge of the spa bath to balance
her self.
Reaching for the towel lying amidst the broken mirror, she looked down, catching
a thousand images of her naked figure, legs lewdly spread with one arm
stretching towards the yellow bundle. She couldn't help the blush that touched
her cheeks, suddenly aware of how exposed she was.
Smiling slightly, she plucked her towel from the ground and straightened up,
shaking off the sparkling pieces of glass. Distracted, she didn't feel the
twinge in the back of her mind as Simeon's portal opened in the bedroom.
The sound of Susan's voice cut through her thoughts like a knife. She froze, her
violet eyes swivelling around to look out into the bedroom. Had she imagined it?
Then she heard Seth speaking, and her heart leapt into her throat. "Go and give
Julie a hug for me," she heard him say.
"I will!" she heard Susan exclaim. Her heart pounding, Julie put her leg down
and turned around, wrapping the towel around her body.
She heard Susan's sigh as she walked into view, her back to Julie.
"When I find her," she added to herself, looking around in confusion as she
tried to work out where she was.
"Susan..." Julie said softly, unsure of what to say. Her friend whirled around,
red hair swinging around to briefly cover her face. She looked shocked, for a
moment too surprised to say anything, and then her brow furled as she looked
past into the bathroom.
"I..." Julie started, her cheeks warming, "had an accident." When Susan didn't
speak, Julie made her careful way back to the bedroom and then almost leapt at
the redhead.
"I'm so sorry," she whispered, hugging Susan tightly. Remaining silent, Susan
slowly put her arms around Julie.
After a moment, Julie pulled back, looking down at her friend in worry.
"What's the matter?" she asked, disturbed by Susan's lack of response. Susan
turned away, taking a deep, shaky breath.
"I..." she began, but couldn't complete it. Keeping her head low, she sat down
on the side of the bed and hugged herself.
"Susan..." Julie prompted, her heart sinking. Trying not to shake, she joined
Susan on the bed.
"I wanted to forget it," Susan said softly, staring at her feet. "It wasn't
real... I wanted to be like it never happened..."
Julie leant in close, her violet eyes following a tear down her friend's cheek.
"You can tell me," Julie told her, voice quavering with the effort of
suppressing her dread. Susan raised her head, and looked at Julie.
"They... took over my head!" She paused to wipe away her tears, replacing her
hands in her lap. "It was like... I could see and hear and feel everything, but
I couldn't move."
"I know what happened," Julie said softly, reaching across to touch Susan's
hand. "It's over now."
"No," Susan choked, pulling her hand away. "Not just that..." She looked down,
taking another deep breath. Julie flinched like she had been hit, but she
remained silent.
"When I... she... went to sleep... the dreams..." Susan hugged herself again,
and continued in a whisper. "They were so real..."
Julie remained silent, her heart heavy. A part of her wished Simeon would come
in so she didn't have to hear what happened.
"I wanted to forget it," she repeated, "but I saw you and..." She trailed off,
her voice shaking.
"You dreamt about me?" Julie asked hesitantly. Susan nodded her head once.
"You... don't have to tell me," Julie told her, reaching across to touch Susan.
She flinched at first, but a moment later she took Julies' hand and squeezed it
tightly.
"I know it wasn't you," she said quietly. "But... I can't help seeing your
smile... with the..." She shivered, pulling on Julies' hand.
"Oh, Susan," Julie exclaimed, drawing her into an embrace. Susan sighed softly,
laying her head on Julies' chest. "I would never hurt you like that." Her voice
was full of love and reassurance, and Susan felt her eyes fill with tears.
"I know," she whispered, closing her eyes and relaxing in Julies' steady arms.
She could feel the warmth of the older girl pressed against her, smell the clean
scent of her skin, and she felt the tingle begin between her legs.
"Nyssa told me how you'd feel," Julie said, feeling the change in her friend.
Gently she brushed Susan's hair back with one hand and looked into her eyes. "If
you're too uncomfortable, it can wait for another day."
"I... don't think it can wait," Susan whispered, swallowing hard.
"We can't stay here then," Julie told her, glancing briefly around Simeon's
room. "We'll go to my room, okay?"
Susan let out a whimper, and made a weak nod.
"Let me get dressed first," Julie suggested, loosening her towel. Susan sat up
as Julie stood, letting the yellow covering fall carelessly to the ground. She
smiled at Susan's indrawn breath, and deliberately tried to show herself off as
she pulled on the clothes set out in a neat pile beside Simeon's bed.
"I think there's someone who might like to see you," Julie mentioned casually,
straightening her top on the way to the door.
Susan's face brightened considerably as she sprung from the bed after the older
girl. Julie led her out of the bathroom and down the hall one door. Trig was
already waiting there and before the young girl could react he had her in his
arms, almost lifting her into the air with a hug.
"Trig!" Susan squealed in delight, wrapping her arms around his body and
squeezing with all her might.
He laughed happily, placing one hand on her buttocks and lifting her up for a
kiss.
"I'm going to wrap you up in cotton wool and never let you out of my sight," he
promised, suddenly solemn. Susan giggled happily, enjoying being back in his
strong arms, so different from Julies'.
"That's a lot of wool," she said dreamily, making Trig chuckle.
"I'm sure Julie can help with something rubber in the meantime," he said with a
wink, setting Susan back down on the floor.
"Rubber..." she squeaked, pressing back against Trig even as she looked hungrily
at Julie.
"I've got a few things that would fit," Julie said thoughtfully, moving up to
take Susan's hand.
"I think we have all of Moira's slave training gear down in the basement, if you
don't," Trig told her, grinning deviously.
"We do?!" Julie exclaimed in surprise. So that's where it all went, she thought
to herself.
"Bring her back in something tight and restrictive for me," he instructed Julie
with a smile.
"Julie! Trig!" Susan looked at both of them, suddenly feeling extremely
vulnerable.
"I promise," Julie replied solemnly, eyes twinkling playfully.
"Have you eaten yet?" she asked, turning to Susan. She jumped at the question,
before nodding uncertainly.
"Good," Julie said with a smile. "Let's go then."
"But..." Susan protested, "Shouldn't you tell Simeon I'm here?"
"Trig can take care of that for us," Julie reassured her, and with a firm grip
on Susan's hand she started down the hallway.
"Trig!" she cried, looking back pleadingly.
"See you in a while, Sue!" Trig called after her with a smile that faded once
they were out of view.
He didn't want to feel jealous of the two girl's bond, but every time they were
together he felt uncomfortable, like Julie was slowly stealing her away from
him. Even though he knew their relationship didn't work like that, and there
would be no sex if it wasn't for Julies' ownership of Susan, it still hurt that
someone else was with her.
And now that Julie was being hunted, he was even more anxious when Susan was
with her. Even if Susan was willing to risk it again, she was young and he
couldn't bring himself to trust her judgement on it. It was taking all of his
self control to stand still and watch her walk away, and only the knowledge that
she needed to be with Julie now held him back.
When she disappeared down the stairs at the end of the hall, he started off
after them. Simeon had told him to guard Julie, and he would obey with a smile
Susan began whimpering softly as they approached Julies' room, increasing in
volume as the door closed behind them. She felt so horny it scared her; certain
that if Julie kissed her, she would agree to anything.
"Please hurry," Susan whispered, almost shaking with nervous excitement.
"I know," Julie breathed in response, pulling the curtain closed and turning on
the bedside lamp.
"I'm so horny," Susan admitted as her cheeks turned red, "that I... I actually
p...played with myself."
"Really?!" the young Dominant exclaimed, turning to look at Susan in surprise.
"I k...know... it was my f...first time not being t...told to."
"Do you feel guilty?" Julie asked, coming up to squeeze Susan around the waist.
The redhead nodded, breathing rapidly.
"Bad girls don't get to wear clothes," Julie told her suggestively.
"W...what do they wear?" Susan asked, taking the edge of her shirt and starting
to lift it. Despite its looseness, the hard nubs of her nipples stood out
clearly through the fabric.
"They wear big, red marks on their behind," Julie said, her thumbs slipping
underneath the waistband of Susan's pants.
"N...not too many," Susan breathed, lifting her shirt further to expose the
black marking that stood out clearly above her bellybutton, twin intertwined
lines cut across with a third, jagged line.
"And tight, slippery rubber," Julie added, pulling Susan's pants down slightly.
The young girl moaned softly, and in one quick movement she pulled off her
shirt, throwing it to the floor and baring her chest. Her nipples stood out
prominently on each small breast, the dark areolae that surrounded them
contrasting with her pale pink skin. Neither girl was tanned in the slightest,
the long winter having removed any effects of the sun.
The neck of the shirt caught on the collar that had encircled Susan's neck for
the past few days. She had no recollection of her captors' earlier attempts to
remove it or of the materials silent resistance to everything they tried; she
would have been more reluctant to wear it if she knew of its strength.
Smiling, Julie and slowly drew Susan's pants down to her ankles. Blushing
furiously, Susan bent over and undid the shoes Seth had given her, kicking them
off in the approximate direction of the shirt.
"Please just do it," she pleaded once she was naked, one hand already rubbing
between her legs.
"Hands behind your back," Julie snapped, stripping down to the black, lace
underwear she had put on only minutes ago.
"Please!" Susan whined, hesitating a moment before obeying. She rubbed at the
top of her buttocks with her fingers, embarrassed by the wetness she felt on
them.
"First, something to keep you quiet," Julie suggested to herself, crouching down
and pulling the box that now contained her 'toys' out from underneath the bed.
Her own silver vibrator was in there somewhere, but she knew it would remain
unused in favour of bigger and better toys.
"Oh yes," Susan breathed as her Mistress withdrew a bright red ball-gag from the
box.
Her eyes were wide as she knelt down and opened her mouth in submission. Instead
of the expected gag, Julie leant in and kissed her openly, the touch like fire
in her mouth as she instantly responded, lips joined intimately.
"I was so worried about you," Julie said shakily, breaking the kiss. Susan
licked her lips dreamily, her mind totally focused on the lingering taste of
Julie in her mouth.
"I know," she whispered back. "Please... I can't wait..."
Susan opened her mouth widely like a baby bird begging for food, happily
accepting the rounded rubber. As it was buckled behind her head she moaned
loudly, her blue eyes distant with arousal. In her kneeling position she spread
her legs again, her cheeks warming as she offered herself.
"Did you touch yourself without permission?" Julie asked her, voice firm as she
pulled a black scarf from the box.
Susan nodded urgently, eyes wide as the world disappeared behind the thick
fabric. She groaned around the gag, her legs moving further apart to expose the
dripping slit that lay between them.
Once she was certain Susan couldn't see anything, Julie removed a short, red
paddle from the box. It wouldn't be the first time she had used its leather
surface on Susan's behind, but it had been a while since the last spanking.
When she turned back, she noticed that Susan's hand was back between her legs,
working busily on the soft folds that hid there. She smiled and, keeping the
paddle a surprise, slapped the back of Susan's hand with her own.
"Susan..." Julie said sternly as Susan let out a muffled yelp and snatched her
hand back behind her.
"Stop being a slut," Julie chastised, taking Susan by the arm and pulling her to
her feet. Guiding her to the end of the bed, Julie made her put each hand on the
low, wooden bed-end and spread her legs.
"Further," Julie commanded, ignoring Susan's scared whimpering. The red-head
placed them roughly in line with each foot of the bed, bending down to thrust
the puffy lips of her sex out.
Julie couldn't help the excited shiver that ran through her at the sight of
Susan standing the way she was. Abandoning her original plan, she dropped the
paddle on the floor to come up and press her hips against Susan's. Susan moaned
and straightened up as Julie reached around her body to massage her breasts. Her
heart pounding, she let go of the bed and held Julies' hands with her own as
they squeezed the soft flesh on her chest.
"I can skip the spanking," Julie told her in a whisper, "...if you let me fuck
that naughty pussy of yours."
Susan went dead still as the memory of her dream came flooding back.
"What is it?" Julie asked cautiously, lowering her hands. Susan made a soft,
wounded sound around the gag filling her mouth.
"Did... was it the dreams?" Julie queried, her hands already working at the
buckle in front of her.
Susan whimpered again as the gag came free, and nodded her head.
"I'm so sorry," Julie told her, hugging her tightly. "Do you want me to stop?"
Susan's thoughts were in turmoil. Her dream-Julie had been so cruel, but the
Julie that was holding her now was so nice, and she felt so safe in her arms.
She knew she would cum if her Mistress used the strap-on, and that she would
never do anything like the dream, but the doubts still remained, and her
sex-starved mind could think of only one solution.
Her heart pounding, Susan took Julies' hand in her own and guided it back to her
breast, the red finger marks almost faded.
"Please..." Susan whispered, terrified of the words she wanted to say. "F...Fuck
me like the r...real J...Julie."
"Susan..." Julie began, sounding pained. Susan's reactions scared her, and
knowing nothing of what had happened in the dreams, she was hesitant to do or
say anything that might upset her.
"Please," Susan repeated, squeezing Julies' hand. "I want to know."
"You're sure?" Julie asked hesitantly.
"No," Susan admitted breathily, and rubbed herself gently against Julie. "But do
something fast!"
"No gag," Julie told her, uncertainty evident in her voice as she walked the
red-head around and lay her down on the bed.
Quivering visibly, Susan spread her legs and reached up to grab the top of the
bed, the tightening of her skin flattening her breasts out. Working quickly,
Julie stripped off her panties and pulled the red phallus of the strap-on from
the box. She tightened the leather straps around her waist, and pulled the final
one up between her buttocks, holding the anatomically correct rubber erect
before her.
Crawling up over Susan, Julie positioned the strap-on between her legs. With one
hand keeping her balance, she placed it against Susan's lips and began to push
forwards, slowly burying the hard rubber in her body.
Susan moaned in fear as she felt her lips part for the intruder, memories
returning in force. But the reality was already different, Julies' movements
tentative and cautious, and as it began to move deeper she arched her back and
moaned hungrily, willing her to hurry up.
Once the strap-on was firmly embedded within Susan, Julie ran a hand down
between their bodies and gently rubbed at Susan's clitoris. Her mouth opened in
a soundless cry, and she arched her back, lust filling her blindfolded face.
"I won't have to even move this dildo and you'll cum," Julie teased playfully,
lying herself down on Susan's body as she continued her rubbing.
Susan whined loudly and tried to wriggle away from the fingers sending pleasure
coursing through her loins, her bare nipples rubbing against the lace bra Julie
still wore. Julie pulled her hips back slowly, drawing the dildo out as her
fingers worked Susan into a squirming frenzy.
She felt Susan's whole body begin to quiver from the approaching orgasm. With a
powerful thrust of her hips Julie buried the strap-on in Susan's body, its'
suddenness pushing the redhead over the edge. With her arms wrapped around
Susan's shoulders Julie held the dildo within her as she squirmed in orgasm, her
squeal cut off with a passionate kiss as her muscles tried to milk the dildo
firmly planted within her.
"Gag me," she gasped once her mouth was freed. Julies' fingers guided the rubber
ball back between Susan's open lips, and tightened the strap again.
Before Susan could adjust Julie was moving the dildo again, pushing it deeply
into her vagina only to withdraw and start again. Her mouth wide open around the
gag, Susan groaned as the rubber moved within her, pleasure radiating from each
powerful stroke. She could feel Julies' sweaty skin sliding against her own,
tingling erotically as her body recognised her Mistress.
She gurgled happily around the rubber ball, eyes closed underneath the blindfold
as she spread her legs wider in submission. Each penetrating thrust of the dildo
fed the warmth growing deep within her, less urgent than her first but just as
strong.
Her muscles clamped down on the dildo again as she came for the second time,
hands tightly gripping the top of the bed as its warmth washed over her.
"Good girl," Julie whispered as the young girl shuddered softly, their hips
pressed tightly together.
Smiling to herself, Julie reached down and unbuckled the gag once more, drawing
it from Susan's mouth glistening with saliva. Susan took a deep, hurried breath,
and then sighed loudly in contentment.
"You're much nicer than my dream Julie," she purred, basking in the warmth
suffusing her body.
"Now it's my turn," Julie whispered, pulling the dildo from Susan's vaginal
passage and rolling off.
"And no hands," she added. Unbuckling the strap-on, she threw it off the edge of
the bed as Susan shuffled down to crouch between her legs.
Despite the blindfold, she had no trouble finding Julies' sex with her mouth.
Her lips closed over the soft folds of flesh, tongue already outstretched and
eagerly exploring between them. Julie sighed loudly and shifted to get
comfortable, spreading her legs wider.
"Oh...y...yes!" she cried as Susan's tongue found her clit and began probing
around the erect organ. Squeezing the sheets tightly with one hand, the other
slid underneath her bra and squeezed the soft flesh of her breast, pinching the
nipple tightly. Susan's tongue felt so good!
Julie moaned as Susan pressed harder, reaching up to grip one breast and squeeze
the soft flesh as she spread her legs wider. Her toes curled as she lifted her
hips to Susan's mouth, her other hand holding the blanket in an iron grip, the
only thing stopping her from reaching down and grinding Susan's face against her
sex.
It was a strange sensation for Julie, being able to sense Susan and feel the
warm glow of her orgasm slowly fading, to feel the sexual hunger that still
drove her to catch her Mistresses' clit between her teeth and swirl her tongue
around it.
"Yes-s-s-s..." Arching her back, Julie gripped the blanket in her hand tighter.
She was getting closer; she could feel her orgasm approaching like the glow of
the morning sun below the horizon.
The sound of the door opening was clearly audible the quiet room and it took
Susan only a moment to realise what it signified. She began to raise her head in
horror, but Julies' hand beat her to it, holding her firmly down. She squealed
in protest, and the muffled sound was enough for Julie, orgasmic warmth washing
over her
Susan slipped away a few seconds later as Julies' hand went weak, panting
heavily. Before she was sitting upright she was clawing at the blindfold,
pulling it up off her head in a flurry of red hair.
"Oh," she breathed, looking at the two girls standing in the doorway with an
expression of utter mortification.
Kate stood frozen in the doorway beside Celina, torn between her wish to turn
away and run, and the powerful attraction she felt as she breathed in the warm
scent of sex. She felt a growing need to join them on the bed, to push Susan out
of the way and bury her head between Julies' thighs, even though she knew it was
forbidden by Nyssa whilst she recovered.
Next to her, Celina made a soft choking noise, her eyes locked on Susan's face.
"Susan..." Celina began, her expression changing from shock to the verge of
tears in a single word.
The sound helped Kate regain control of her self, and she began to take in the
rest of the room, noting the strap-on and the clothes strewn across the floor.
"Julie," Susan exclaimed suddenly, her face transforming into a mask of horror
as she recognised Celina. "It's her!" She recoiled visibly, raising her hands
protectively to cover her bare breasts.
"Susan..." Julie panted, sitting up on an elbow and trying to catch her breath.
"Susan, it's okay."
"No! She... she put that... that thing on me!" Her blue eyes were wide and fixed
firmly on the teary-eyed blonde.
"I know," Julie replied breathlessly, twisting to pick up her shirt that was
draped over the drawers beside her bed. "She was like you, Susan. She had one of
those... things too."
"She..." Her expression slowly changed to one of weary confusion. "She did?" Her
eyes turned briefly to Julie.
"I... attacked her, when I thought you..." Unable to finish the sentence, Julie
paused to pull on her shirt. "I broke the control thing... she's free."
Whilst Susan struggled to understand what had happened, Julie climbed off the
bed and tried to locate where she had thrown her panties. Quietly confused by
the exchange, Kate drifted into the room and began collecting the clothes,
bundling them together to give to Julie. Her mouth was open to speak as she
handed them over, but the Dominant's expression stopped her.
"You... you had one of those too?" Susan stared at Celina, her own eyes filling
with tears. She must have been controlled for days... weeks... Susan didn't want
to think further back, it was too horrible to contemplate.
"I'm so sorry!" Celina cried and ran forward to embrace Susan, leaning forwards
over the bed to pull her close. Recovering from her initial shock, Susan
shuffled forwards on her knees and returned the hug.
"Me too," she whispered, trying her best not to cry. She hadn't really given any
thought to the other girls at the station until now, every one of them trapped
in a world she had spent mere hours in.
"We have to help the others," Susan choked, turning to Julie with tears in her
eyes.
"We will," Julie said reassuringly. "Simeon and Nyssa are working on it."
"I'll help as much as I can," Celina promised, relaxing her embrace. Looking
happy but tired, Susan unfolded her legs and sat on the edge of the bed next to
Celina.
"See?" Julie came up and put an arm around Susan. "The Council will help them."
Susan smiled weakly, shutting her eyes as another weight was lifted from her
mind. The hunger she had felt for Julie had faded, leaving her feeling tired and
empty. Physically she was full of energy, but the past few days had taken their
toll on her mind. She felt safe with Julies' arm around her, and in her relaxed
state all the tiredness that had been held at bay flooded into her. She was
tired of action, tired of sex, tired of danger, and tired of staying awake...
In a moment Celina knew what was going on in Susan's mind. She could feel the
redhead beginning to lean back on her arm, a sign that sleep was fast
approaching
"Susan..." Celina called softly. "Come on, open your eyes, you need to stay
awake." She glanced at Julie for support, but she was already looking down at
Susan in concern.
"Susan, what's the matter?" Julie asked, sounding more worried than Celina had
expected. Julie was getting better at telling how Susan and Kate felt, and her
friend's sudden weariness had scared her.
Blinking slowly, Susan looked up again, her eyes dull and red with her earlier
tears.
"I... just feel a little tired," Susan said, sounding distant. "I'll be okay."
Celina gave her a gentle squeeze.
Susan felt her eyes closing again despite her attempts to keep them open. Being
awake was so hard though, and the darkness of sleep was growing attractive. She
wasn't hungry, she wasn't horny, and she could feel Julies' comforting warmth
close by. Sleep would be so easy...
"Susan, remember the dreams," Celina whispered urgently. Having experienced it
only yesterday, she understood the sudden and overwhelming desire Susan was
feeling to sleep, but she also knew that she shouldn't sleep, no matter how much
she wanted to.
"Come on, Susan..." Julie repeated with increasing nervousness, looking to
Celina for help.
Susan's eyes opened briefly at Julies' voice, before the darkness became too big
and her eyes slid shut, taking her into the world of sleep.
"She's out," Celina said grimly, letting Susan lie back limply onto the bed.
"Help me get her comfortable."
Her face filled with worry and confusion, Julie put a hand under Susan's thigh
and lifted her with Celina, moving her to the middle of the bed.
"Go get Trig," Julie cried urgently at Kate. "He'll be in the next room."
"R...Right!" Looking equally confused, Kate dashed off through the bathroom.
Tears in her eyes, Julie pulled the blanket up over the naked and vulnerable
Susan.
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Big thanks to slavelucy for her help and support
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