Chapter 13 - Unexpected Guests
The recent demise of T-6 at the business end of Moira's gun had promoted T-5 to
his Lord's assistant, a fact that filled him with happiness. Apart from the
slight limp when he walked and being older, he was almost physically identical
to the late T-6, and he was secretly pleased to know that he was once again the
highest of the T Series.
Carrying a large, pill-shaped steel container in his arms, he shuffled his way
down the corridor to where his Lord waited. He knew the pain was worse today; it
had been inevitable that the drugs' efficiency would diminish despite their best
efforts. Until a cure could be found, it was now T-5's responsibility to keep
his Lord as comfortable as possible.
The doors at the end of the corridor were closed, and the guards that were
normally inside stood at attention either side of them. Their gazes turned to
T-5 as the doors opened to admit him, light spilling through into the darkness
beyond. Realising that his Lord was resting, T-5 increased his pace so the doors
could close sooner. If his Lord was in the dark, then his condition must be
worse than he had been told.
The lights came on a moment before the door closed, providing just enough light
for T-5 to make his way over to the dais where his Lord was reclining in his
seat. Without waiting for a confirmation, he crouched down and with a touch of
his finger opened a panel in the base of the seat.
His face was bathed in a soft blue glow from within, pipes and tubes twisted
together behind the flat glass screen that displayed the vital signs of the
chairs occupant. To the left of the screen were two receptacles, one empty and
the other filled with a container identical to the one T-5 held in his hands.
Bringing the replacement up, he slotted it into the receptacle.
There was a soft click as it locked in position, and a small message appeared on
the screen. Satisfied, T-5 took hold of the almost depleted first container and
removed it from the chair.
"Five…?" came a weak voice from above.
"Yes Sir," he replied, closing the panel again and standing up. "How are you
feeling?"
"How do you think I feel?" the man in the chair replied rhetorically, annoyed by
the question.
"We've confirmed the location of the resistance base," T-5 informed him
smoothly. "The teams are standing ready for your command."
"Good. And our… allies?" the man prompted, sounding pleased by the news.
"We've had no word except to say they've received the latest shipment."
"I see."
"We've had no progress finding the girl, either," T-5 told him grimly. "And we
think she may have taken Celina."
"Taken her?" The man chuckled softly. "Five, Celina will have helped her
escape." There was an edge of fondness to his voice.
"She would betray you so easily?" T-5 sounded disturbed by the news. He knew
little about the blonde, except she was special somehow.
"In an instant," the man said with certainty. "She never appreciated what we're
doing…" He trailed off, and took a deep, pained breath, one hand dropping from
the padded arm of the chair to gingerly touch his side. The twilight hid a lot,
but T-5 could make out the crisp lines of the medical harness underneath his
clothes.
"But fortunately for us," he continued as if nothing had happened, his voice
growing cold, "her defection is not important." T-5 felt a sudden urge to step
away from the figure, frail as he was. "She was just another failure."
There was a long moment of silence, during which T-5 felt extremely
uncomfortable.
"Order the strike," the man said, in a voice that T-5 had to strain to hear.
"Yes Sir."
It was an effort for Trig to contain himself as he sat on the bed, cradling
Susan in his arms. She was usually so peaceful when she slept, but the soft,
terrified whimpers that she made every few seconds cut through him like knives.
"What's wrong with her?" he asked, raising his head to look at Celina. Sitting
next to him, Julie tensed as she heard the underlying panic in his voice.
"I…" Celina began, looking helpless. "I don't really know. You feel fine, and
then… you're suddenly tired, and…" She trailed off, taking a deep breath.
"But it was so sudden," Trig argued. "Why did she fall asleep when she didn't
want to?" Hearing the demand in his voice, Julie resisted the urge to put a hand
on his thigh.
"I don't know," Celina said weakly, trying her best to explain her experiences.
"Every time I was free, it happened; I felt like that. And whenever I gave in,
the dreams came… and all the fear and terror…" Her voice cracking like she was
about to burst into tears, Celina trailed off, unable to look at anyone.
When Trig opened his mouth to speak again, Julie did reach out and touch his
leg. She deliberately didn't look at him, and after a moment of enduring his
silent gaze, she felt him settle down slightly.
"How long will she sleep?" Julie asked, trying her best to remain calm
especially after effectively telling Trig to do the same. Celina looked up
briefly.
"A… an hour or so?" she stammered in response, sounding uncertain. "It could be
more… or less… depends on how… bad the dreams are…"
"An hour," Julie heard Trig breathe, and felt a moment of both sympathy for him
and admiration that he felt so close to the young girl.
"Will she… be okay when she wakes up?" Julie felt her heart skip a beat as
Celina shook her head in confirmation of her fears.
"She'll feel… awful; scared and confused… and before she can feel better, the
tiredness will return…"
Her face bleak, Celina slumped down on the floor next to Kate, leaning back on
the bed.
"It comes and goes for a few days, too" she said softly, staring at her feet.
"You want to sleep so badly, but you're scared to relax… scared of what lies in
wait…"
Julie shivered at the emotions she heard in the girls' voice. Celina wasn't
talking about the past, Julie realised; she was talking about now.
"You don't feel safe inside your own head," Celina continued, hanging her head
to hide the tears that threatened to escape down her cheeks. "You can't, because
no matter what you do, they can get inside… they can take everything…"
Having spent most of the previous day with Julie and Celina, Kate felt a pang of
sympathy for the blonde girl beside her. She had experienced her own
brain-washing at the hands of Moira, and she could identify with what Celina had
described; not feeling safe inside your own head. And as she looked at Celina,
she could see the fears that she felt every minute reflected back at her,
softened by only a single day of freedom.
Without saying anything, Kate leant over and embraced Celina, holding her close
as she began to cry.
"I'm sorry…" Celina sobbed into Kates' shoulder. "I should have told you
earlier… I should have said something…"
"It's okay," Julie said, feeling numb as she remembered the pain in Celina's
voice. "It wouldn't have changed anything."
Holding Susan in his arms, Trig felt his frustration rising at how helpless he
was. He yearned for a tangible enemy that he could defeat, and with Celina the
closest thing, Julies' gentle reaction to her angered him.
"Trig," Julie said steadily, the strength with which she reached out and gripped
his wrist contrasting with the softness of her voice. She could feel his
emotions like a bottled up storm beside her, ready to explode at any moment.
Taking a deep breath, Trig made eye-contact with her. His mind was already
weighing up the odds as to whether he could get past her long enough to
do… what?
"Please," Julie whispered, imploring him to calm down. "Susan will need you when
she wakes up." Silently she pleaded with him, knowing that if he tried to take
out his frustrations on Celina she would have no hope of stopping him without
using the abilities she wished she didn't have.
His jaw rigid, Trig continued to stare into Julies' violet eyes. He knew that
she was right, and that what he wanted to do so much was wrong, but hearing the
soft, terrified whimpers of his Susan was almost too much to bear.
"I'm so sorry," Celina said from the floor, her voice filled with emotion. "I
was trying so hard to hide how I felt… I didn't think that she would feel the
same, until…" She trailed off.
Julie watched as understanding crossed Trigs' face.
"Don't worry about it," Julie said to Celina, still looking at Trig. She relaxed
her grip on his wrist as he shut his eyes and squeezed Susan tightly, his face
softening.
"You… you mean it?" Celina straightened to look up at Julie over the edge of the
mattress.
"Of course," Julie reassured her, pulling one of the bedside drawers open and
selecting a handkerchief. "Here. You look a mess!" Celina made a weak laugh,
taking the offered hanky and wiping her eyes with it.
"Much better," Kate told her, relaxing her embrace. Celina smiled slightly as
Kate helped her shakily to her feet.
"We should leave soon; it may be too much for her if everyone is here." She
paused for a moment to wipe her eyes again, still leaning on Kate to keep her
balance. "Someone should stay, someone she feels safe with…"
Julie turned and smiled softly at Trig.
He was still holding Susan from behind when she awoke and immediately began
crying. She squinted through her tears long enough to tell it was him, wishing
the pain would disappear along with the light as she shut out the world again.
"Oh Sue," Trig whispered softly, hugging her nakedness close. He had taken off
his shirt, and the softness of her back felt wonderful against his chest. He
hoped that physical contact would make her feel safer.
"Trig," she managed weakly, gripping the arms around her body like a safety
harness. She could feel the hairs on his skin tickling the bottoms of her bare
breasts, but embarrassment was the furthest emotion from her mind.
"It's okay," he said softly, caressing the side of her face. "You're safe here."
"It was awful," she sobbed, her legs curling up protectively underneath the
blanket. "I was so scared…"
"It's over now," he reassured her, his arms strong and steady. He could feel the
pounding of her heart as he held her, and the constant quivering of her body.
"They… stole my body," she whispered, the horror in her voice making Trig want
to scream with frustration. "I couldn't escape…"
"But you did escape," he told her, straining with the effort of keeping his
voice calm.
"I know," she replied weakly, but there was no happiness in her voice.
"Well, then tell me what's wrong," he suggested, pouring love and affection into
the words. He gave her a gentle squeeze.
"Trig," she choked, wriggling around to hug his bare chest tightly. "I… I know
they were after Julie, n…not me. I was just… in the way… a b… bonus…" She broke
off, shaking visibly as she began crying.
His heart slowly breaking for her, Trig sat quietly and held her as she cried.
He wished Julie was here; she always seemed to know what to say to make Susan
happy again. But she wasn't, and he had to help her as best he could.
"I love Julie," she said softly, long minutes after she'd run out of tears to
cry. "But she's dangerous to be around… I wish I had never met her
sometimes… but then I think that without her I would probably be one of Moira's
pets now, with Kate…"
She fell quiet, content to lie in Trigs' warm embrace and feel safe from the
world around her.
"It might have been nicer that way," she continued after a moment. "To have my
mind blank… nothing to worry about except sucking on my gag, and pleasing my
Mistress…"
"But we would have never met," Trig reminded her softly, worried by her musing.
"I know," she replied softly, and squeezed him tightly. "And I'm glad we did."
He smiled lovingly, and without a word leant down and kissed her on the cheek.
She made a happy sob, and with fresh tears in her eyes she buried her head in
his shoulder again. He put an arm around her and held her close, enjoying their
quiet moment together.
"Would you like to be like that for today?" he asked her once her gentle sobbing
had subsided.
"Be like what?" She looked up at him, her blue tear-stained eyes tired but
curious.
"To wear the blue suit and have nothing to worry about?"
"Maybe later," she replied wearily, resting her head on his chest. "I just want
to sleep again."
"No sleeping," he told her firmly, lifting her chin with his hand. "I don't want
you dreaming again."
"They were awful," she whispered, her eyes filling with tears again.
"Hey!" he exclaimed, his face softening. "Don't start crying again!"
She let out a squeal as he stood up, lifting her up into the air.
"Put me down!" she protested, sounding almost like herself again. He smiled as
he set her back down on her feet again.
"There, you're awake again," he said with a grin. She glanced at the bed,
looking at it yearningly.
"Right then," he said loudly, drawing her attention. Celina had said he needed
to distract her. "We're going to see how much you like having no worries."
Susan frowned in confusion.
"What do you mean…? Oh!" she exclaimed as he opened the door to Julies' wardrobe
and pulled out a neat stack of blue rubber. "We're going to do that now?!" Her
face filled with both fear and lust when he nodded. She knew the suit was once
Alexis's, but she was with the Council's doctors now and Julie had ended up with
it.
"Don't worry about anything," he said softly, pushing open the bathroom door,
her room visible through the other side. "All you have to do is obey."
Smiling sadly to himself, Seth remade his bed after Susan's night in it. It had
been a long time since he'd really had a partner, and he missed waking up to the
warmth of a girl in his bed. Although he couldn't escape the needs of his body,
he had never really struck up a real relationship with any of the girls. They
always brought back memories of Kelly, both happy and painful.
He sighed, telling himself what seemed like the millionth time that it was time
to move on. He had a daughter who had grown into a young woman now, and it was
time he started being a father to her.
Seth knew it wouldn't happen any time soon; his responsibilities were too great.
The last assault they had launched on the Station had provided information that
was horrifying to even contemplate, and they couldn't sit back and let it
continue. They would act soon, and it was up to Seth to analyse the information
and hopefully give them an advantage.
He knew he was delaying as he straightened the sheets of his bed for the third
time. He didn't want to read any more of the stolen files, but he knew he was
the only one who could understand them well enough. He straightened up and
looked over at his desk, cringing at the untidy stack of teal folders in the
middle.
"Might as well get it over with," Seth said to himself, his shoulders slumping.
The first dull thud shook the room, causing him to stumble more in surprise than
any difficulty standing. He frowned in confusion, looking up in the approximate
direction of the sound.
"What the hell…" he began, trying to recall if they were doing any blasting
today. The second thud, this time from below, removed any doubt from his mind.
They were under attack.
"What is it?" he yelled, the arm of his shirt already pulled back. There was a
moment of silence, broken by another dull thud in the distance.
"It's Guy's forces!" sounded the panicked reply from the device on his arm,
speaking over the background noise of frantic talking. "They've got bombers
outside the nest, and we've already reports of incursions into the outer areas."
"Shit. They've taken out the external defences?" Seth started towards his desk
as another detonation rattled the stack of dirty dishes perched on one corner.
"They know what they're doing." Seth could hear people rapidly giving orders on
the other end, and none of it sounded good.
"We're falling back to the central complex. We've got the stockpiles there… we
can hold out for a while whilst we evacuate."
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Seth cursed. He was pretty certain that it had been his
midnight visit to rescue Susan that had tipped them off, not that it mattered
anymore.
"Forget holding out," he ordered. "Tell everyone to grab what supplies they can
and get to these coordinates." His fingers flickered over the buttons for a
second, the strange glyphs lighting up at his touch.
"Yes Sir!" The communication ended then, and Seth took a moment to gather his
thoughts.
"Why now?" he asked the silent walls, running a hand through his dark hair.
Taking a deep breath, he began picking up the folders off the desk. They
couldn't afford to loose the information contained in them, especially not now.
Holding the folders close, he stabbed at the device on his arm. With a snap the
air parted before him, exposing a familiar scene of trees and neat gardens
beyond. He couldn't see Julie through it, but he knew she would be nearby.
Before stepping through the portal, he looked around the room for what was
probably the last time, thinking about the time he had spent within its walls.
As he turned, one of the folders slid from the stack he was holding, falling to
the ground with a heavy thud.
He sighed, and reached down with his free hand to pick it up. Despite the years,
he had no real memories there, and it wasn't hard for him to step through the
portal, crossing millions of kilometres in a single step.
He didn't even glance over his shoulder as the portal closed behind him. The
folders in his arms and the information they contained were all that mattered
for now. He glanced briefly at the one he had dropped, before heading off in
search of Julie.
The writing on the front of the folder, in neat black letters, read "J-2".
Sitting on the cold bathroom floor with her naked body glistening with
lubricant, Susan watched as Trig unfolded the rubber stockings she would soon be
wearing. Her heart skipped a beat as she took in the dildos visible inside,
their hard rubber exteriors seemingly hungry to invade her.
"Okay," Trig said simply, and holding the stockings open he brought them to her
feet.
Trying her best not to touch the dildos, Susan lay back and poked her feet into
the legs of the stockings. Her heart was pounding as Trig pulled them up for
her, the rubber sliding easily over her lubricated skin. She had seen Julie
dress up like this before, but it was her first time and she was finding it both
exciting and terrifying.
She felt the resistance of the ankles in the suit, and Trig had to pull hard to
get her feet to slip through into the heeled shoes. Once they were firmly inside
with the lubricant squishing around her toes, Trig began smoothing it out up her
legs.
"Lie back and knees up, pet," he commanded gently. Susan felt a twinge in her
sex as he called her pet, and hurried to obey, blushing at how it exposed her
body to him. The hairless lips of her sex peeked out between her thighs,
glistening with moisture above the tight, pink pucker of her anus.
Her heart pounded with fear as she watched him lubricate the snake-like tube
that issued from the end of the fat butt-plug inside the crotch of the
stockings. It was all one piece, and she knew there was no way she was escaping
having it buried within her rear. It scared her to know that it was specifically
for administering enemas deep inside her.
Susan whimpered softly as she felt his finger on her tight little hole, gently
smearing lubricant around it. His finger darted inside briefly, easily pushing
past her muscles. She yearned to let go of her legs and cover herself, but her
desire to please Trig, her curiosity and the fear of punishments for disobeying
drove her on.
"Be careful," she breathed, feeling him place the smooth tip of the tube against
her rear. Guided by his fingers it slid in easily and began travelling up inside
her.
It filled her with shame to know that she was lying there and allowing him to
dress her, but a part of her was grateful for the distraction from her memories.
"It hurts," she moaned softly, squirming on the floor as the tube slid deeper
into her colon.
"Almost done," he reassured her, letting go of the tube. "You can put your legs
down now."
With her legs out straight, Trig positioned the dildo against the lips of her
sex. The butt-plug was directly aimed at her anus, held there by the tube lodged
deep within her. With one hand against the crotch of the stockings, he began to
push them into her.
"Oh!" she moaned, feeling the twin plugs sliding into her body. The sensations
brought back memories of her chastity belt, but there was no time to wonder
where it was.
"Ah Trig, it hurts!" Her rear throbbed painfully as the plug stretched her wide,
muscles complaining about the violation.
"Just a little more," he reassured her, and the fattest part of the plug began
to push past her muscles. She whimpered as it slid in, and then relief came as
her ring closed around the thinner base, snug against the smooth rubber of the
suit.
She felt his fingers probing at the lips of her sex, and then the almost
familiar sensation of a catheter. She gritted her teeth as it was inserted, her
face turning red as her bladder suddenly emptied. Her head snapped up and she
looked down in shock, but when Trig pulled his hands back there was nothing but
smooth rubber where her pussy had been.
"Trig!" she whined, her muscles clenching on the plugs.
"Down here is where it goes," he explained with a grin, patting the inside of
her thigh. She looked closer, and could see a tiny port half-way towards her
knee where the liquid could be released. She felt a powerful thrill as she
realised she couldn't even choose when to void herself anymore.
"Sit up, pet, it's time for the next part." Blushing furiously, Susan moved to
obey, feeling the dildos shift uncomfortably inside her. She had never gotten
used to the rigidness of the chastity belt's plugs, but at least their movements
had been predictable. The pulling and relaxing of the rubber as her legs moved
made them seem to dance within her body.
She raised her arms and let him slip the corset down over her head. His strong
arms had no trouble tightening it around her waist, and despite her protests he
did so until he was satisfied it was small enough.
Susan was breathing shallowly as Trig helped her slide on the top-half of the
suit. Raising her arms above her head, she slid them up into the arms of the
suit as Trig pulled it down. She was plunged into darkness as the body was
pulled down over her, and then she had to fight to get her head through the top.
"It's tight," she protested once her mouth was free, red hair covering most of
her face. She pulled back her hair, sighing as she felt the lubricant making
parts of it wet.
Trig reached up under the suit and guided her breasts into their individual
cups. He smoothed the rubber down her body, and then helped her stand up.
"I hate heels," she complained, trying to balance by herself.
"No more talking," he told her, picking up the final pieces of her outfit.
"Not those!" Her blue eyes went wide as she saw the mittens he was holding.
"Hands out," he commanded, holding the mittens ready.
Susan whimpered softly, and with her heart pounding relinquished her hands to
him. Her fingers slid into their own little tubes inside the mittens, and then
he rolled the long arm of the mitten up to her elbow, so she couldn't pull it
off. Her other hand followed quickly, and then Trig clipped them to the waist of
her suit, making her arms effectively useless.
"Now for the last bit," he told her, picking up the long penis gag. Susan was
about to protest when he began unscrewing the dildo, leaving it as a blue
ring-gag.
"Open wide," he commanded, smiling widely. Panting heavily, Susan opened her
mouth and let him slip the ring between her teeth. He buckled it behind her
head, and then gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"Good girl," he said affectionately, and with a hand on her back guided her to
her bedroom.
He saw her stiffen as he closed the door and began to undo his pants. He wanted
so much to pin her to the bed and ravish her, but she looked so hot and
submissive in the blue suit that he didn't want to have to pull it all off her
again.
His cock sprang free from his pants as he slid them down, and he had to hide a
smile as Susan ran her tongue nervously around the ring in her mouth. She had
guessed his intentions when he inserted the gag, but seeing his member still
made her feel acutely vulnerable. The ring-gag brought back frightening
memories, but she trusted Trig, and pushed them from her mind.
Without being prompted she crouched down in the middle of the room on her knees
and raised her head, blue eyes wide with both fear and hunger.
"Not there," Trig laughed, and trying his best to act casual with his erection
swaying in the air, strolled over and sat down on the side of the bed.
Susan moaned loudly in shame, her face turning bright red as she shuffled over
to follow him. She yearned for the use of her hands as she brought her head
closer to his cock, but she could only wriggle her fingers in the mittens and
feel helpless.
"You okay?" Trig whispered to her, the lust on his face briefly replaced by
concern.
Her blush deepening, Susan leant forward and slipped the head of his cock into
her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive flesh, causing Trig to grit
his teeth to prevent himself from groaning.
"That's good," he breathed, looking down and making eye-contact with her. He
felt her moan softly around his cock, but she kept her eyes up as she moved
forward, taking more of him inside.
The warmth of her mouth felt amazing around his cock, and the soft noises she
was making as she struggled to suck with the gag in only made it feel even
better. Growing quickly frustrated with it, she returned to using her tongue and
bobbing her head, on the edge of gagging as he touched the back of her throat.
He was just about to close his eyes to enjoy the sensations when the air
shimmered and parted in the middle of the room. The resulting portal was
side-on, so Trig couldn't see through it, but the sounds of gunfire and people
yelling were clearly audible.
His hand was down in a flash, grabbing a handful of Susan's hair and pulling her
head off his member. Silently cursing himself for letting his guard down, he
dived for where he had discarded his pants. He heard Susan's pained squeal and
winced, but he had more pressing business.
"Ig-h!" she cried, hurt by his sudden violence. She saw the portal a second
later as she turned around, and her eyes went wide with fear.
"Stay there," Trig hissed at her, fishing his gun from his pants and training it
on the back of the portal. Anyone coming through would have his back to him,
Trig reasoned quickly, trying to estimate whether he would have time to at least
pull on his pants.
Sobbing in terror, Susan crouched down and with a quick movement rolled her slim
form underneath the bed. Trig watched her out of the corner of his eye and was
relieved that she was no longer directly visible.
"Help me with this!" came a cry though the portal. Trig shifted his stance, his
eyes locked on the closest edge of the silver doorway.
Someone stepped through the portal backwards, carrying one end of a steel
container. The newcomer didn't notice the weapon trained on him until his
companion was through and the portal closed behind them.
"Where the hell are…" His companion trailed off in mid sentence as he spotted
Trig.
"Err…" he began slowly. "Hi?"
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Thanks to slavelucy for her assistance and support
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