Chapter 16 - Friction
Her heart fluttering with happiness at being outside, Julie walked purposely
along the footpath, a quietly giggling Kate and wide-eyed Celina either side of
her. The clouds she had been worrying about earlier had parted, bringing enough
sun to take the chill out of the air and permit them to leave their jumpers
behind. Celina didn't seem to notice the cold at all, and both Kate and Julie
refused to pay it any heed, eager for winter to be over.
"Oh, stop it!" Celina whined at Kate, blushing slightly. "How was I supposed to
know?"
Kate burst out laughing then, and Julie found it hard to keep a straight face
herself. Celina turned bright red, but even she giggled slightly.
"That 'shop keeper' person looked a bit shocked, didn't he?"
"Just a bit," Julie teased, smiling wider despite her best attempts not to.
"How was I supposed to know you can't eat it?" Celina protested, trying to
defend her mistake. "It smelled great!" She pursed her lips, still unable to get
the taste from her mouth. "I'll taste it for the rest of the day, now."
"The lesson here is 'don't eat strange, pink bars'," Kate said, suddenly
serious. "Smelling like fruit doesn't make soap tasty!" She had to stop walking
as she began laughing uncontrollably again, unable to get the image of Celina's
horrified expression out of her mind.
"It was awful!" Celina giggled, stopping with Julie as they waited for Kate to
calm down. "They shouldn't put those things next to real food, other people
could get tricked!"
"I don't think there's any danger of that now," Julie laughed. "I think everyone
in town heard your squeal!"
"I was hungry! Where is this place we're going anyway?" Blushing furiously,
Celina quickly changed the subject.
"It's not far," Julie reassured her, trying so hard to stop giggling she almost
missed the shortcut down a side-street.
The girls emerged moments later from between the tall brick walls, the main road
spread out before them. Julie felt Kate and Celina move closer as they entered
the flow of pedestrians along the footpath, her firm stride carving a path
through the throng for them. She tried to keep her gaze to herself, but every
time someone moved out of the way she wondered whether it was out of politeness,
or because of the violet eyes that stared back at them. It made her
uncomfortable to strike fear into people like that, and she sighed softly in
relief as she made out the cafe through the crowd.
"Smells nice," Kate remarked as they approached, already hungrily eyeing the
food arranged along each shelf of the glass counter inside.
"Mm," Celina agreed wordlessly, breathing deeply as if she could consume
everything with her nose. "Where should I start?" She turned to Julie, eyes
glittering with excitement.
"Um..." Julie couldn't help smiling at her eagerness. "How about we get a table
first?"
Licking her lips, Kate settled back languidly into her chair.
"That was great," she purred happily, scanning her plate for any remaining
crumbs of food to eat. "We should come here again."
Slightly disappointed that her plate was clean, she looked enviously across the
table at Celina as she devoured a slice of cake. Despite Julies' best attempts
to convince her to try and use cutlery, Celina was using her fingers, the
slender digits covered with cream.
"How can you eat like that?" Kate watched in amazement as the slice quickly and
messily disappeared. "It gets all over you, and..." she began, before trailing
off as a frown crossed her face. "Is that blood?"
"Mm-ph?" the blonde managed around her mouthful, confused.
Julie looked up from her own plate. "Celina... your back, it's bleeding!" she
exclaimed suddenly, standing up in shock.
Celina's eyes locked onto Julie as her face drained of colour, and she froze in
the process of licking her fingers clean.
"I... it is?" she stammered, trying her best to sound unconcerned. She looked
over her shoulder at the dark, vertical stain slowly appearing through her
shirt.
"Oh..." Julie saw the quickly suppressed flicker of horror that flashed over the
girls' face, and her heart skipped.
"I... Is there a... bathroom I can use?" Celina stood up and quickly licked the
remaining cake off her fingers, looking around like a trapped animal.
"Are you okay?!" Julie looked worried, and she could see several other people in
the cafe were taking notice as well, turning in their chairs to stare.
"I'm fine," she said dismissively, but the silently pleading look she gave Julie
suggested otherwise.
"This way," Julie urged, stepping around the table and directing Celina to the
small door in the rear of the building.
"Thanks," Celina said sincerely once they were alone. She seemed to relax
slightly, some of the dread in her expression seeping away like the blood
trickling down her back.
"Do you need a doctor?" Julie moved in closer, trying to get a look at the girls
back. "Take your shirt off, I'll keep the door shut."
"No, I'm okay," Celina told her dismissively, tensing slightly at Julies'
proximity. "It's nothing really; I'll just use some of that paper stuff to clean
up." Quickly she slipped into the single toilet stall and closed the door.
"Celina..." Julie paused, feeling lost. "You can talk to me... are you hurt?"
"No, no," Celina called, her voice quavering. "I can manage."
"What's wrong, why are you bleeding?"
"It's..." She seemed on the verge of saying what was wrong, the words straining
to escape from her mouth, but she hesitated, and fell silent.
"Celina..." Julie gritted her teeth. Something was wrong, and she had to act.
"I'm coming in," she stated, reaching for the doorknob.
"Don't!" Celina's cry didn't stop her as she turned the unlocked handle and
pushed it open.
Celina's shirt was draped over the toilet, the pale blue cloth stained red with
her blood. Naked from the waist up, she stepped away from the doorway, the backs
of her knees bumping against the top of the small toilet and halting her
retreat. Blonde hair cascaded down over her shoulders to brush against the soft
flesh of her breasts, but she made no effort to cover herself, her fingers
bright with more blood.
"Celina..." Julies' eyes were wide at the blood on the other girls' hands.
"Please go," the blonde-haired girl whispered shakily, her blue eyes filled with
fear.
"Let me see," Julie suggested, sounding like she was talking to a small child
who had cut themselves. "It can't be that bad."
Celina whimpered softly as he shoulders slumped in defeat, and she turned
around, letting Julie take a look.
Julie took a sudden, sharp breath, holding it in as her eyes travelled down the
gentle curve of Celina's spine. The unexpected cruelty of it shook Julie,
leaving her cold and frightened that people could be so cruel. She let out her
breath slowly as her gaze slid up, each neat, deliberate line sending a
different emotion flickering across her features.
Julie felt her head swim, and then instinct took over, abilities stirring deep
within her even as she leapt back from the cubicle, a loud crack filling the
small room as the tiles she had been standing upon were shattered by the force
of her movement.
"Julie!" Celina turned around and flattened herself against the rear of the
cubicle, her face contorted with fear.
Julies' entire body was rigid as she half crouched up against the door, the
adrenaline that poured into her veins sending her heart racing. Instinct
screamed at her to get away, and trying to keep it from stealing control of her
actions again was like holding an angry snake covered with jelly. But what
struck terror into her heart was the power that had come unbidden to her mind,
strength to level the building yearning to be released, to strike at the girl
cowering at the far back of the cubicle in front of her. She dared not move, as
if even taking a breath would be enough to make her lose concentration.
"I'm sorry," Celina cried as she stared back at Julie. "I didn't think... I..."
Slumping to the ground beside the toilet, she began sobbing softly.
Julie shuddered, the power within her fading away as quickly as it had come. A
moment later the pain bloomed in her muscles, her legs and back screaming in
protest at the speed she had moved. Her legs shook with the sudden effort of
keeping her upright, and she was forced to sit down on the cold tiles.
She let out the breath she had been holding in a moan of pain, drawing her knees
close to her chest and shivering visibly.
"C...Celina..." Julie stammered, blinking back tears. "W...What w...was
t...t...that?" The other girl didn't respond, her sobs the only sound she made.
Julie had no words to describe her feelings. She was terrified that she could
lose control with so little warning, that she had actually wanted to hurt
Celina. She had no idea what had caused her reaction, it had happened far too
quickly for her to remember.
"Why... why did seeing that make me..." She trailed off without finishing her
question, breathing heavily as her shaking subsided.
Celina continued to sob, unable to talk. She wanted so much to explain to Julie,
to tell her why, to tell her what they had done to her, to let someone else know
her secrets. But every time she opened her mouth to speak, she lost her nerve.
"Please Celina, say something..." Julies' voice took on a note of urgency, as
the sounds of the cafe beyond the door reached her ears.
"I...I can't tell," Celina breathed, barely loud enough for Julie to hear. "Not
now."
"You have to tell someone," Julie reminded her, keeping most of the frustration
she felt from her voice.
Wiping the tears from her eyes, Celina stood and sniffed loudly.
"I'll be out in a minute," she said wearily, picking up her shirt.
The pain in Julies' legs had faded enough for her to move, and some of her
strength had returned. Without a word she climbed shakily to her feet and pulled
open the door to the bathroom. She felt all eyes turn to look at her as she
walked out into the cafe and sat down again with Kate.
"Julie, what happened?" Kates' voice was full of concern, the paleness of her
friends face and the way she was shaking only confirming what she could already
sense.
"I don't know," Julie whispered in reply, staring blankly down at the table in
front of her.
"Are you okay?!" Julie heard her leave her seat and felt her place an arm around
her shoulders.
"No." It was an effort not to cry, even though she wanted to so desperately.
After coming so close to losing control, she refused to let her guard down for
even a moment. She would be strong a little longer.
Waking up to a blinding light was not what she had expected, and for several
seconds she was too dazed to understand where she was, or what had happened to
her. But then reality set in, and with it came a rising terror as the memories
she had of a warm bed and soft sheets were replaced by tight straps and that
caress of water over naked skin.
As her eyes tried to focus, her mind struggled to sort out her memories. She
remembered saying goodnight to her parents as they went to bed, and then hopping
into her own, but then she was suddenly waking up here, with no way of telling
how much time had passed.
Her vision still blurred, she tried to turn her head to see better and felt the
resistance of the mask she wore. Its tight straps held it snugly against her
face, its smooth, stiff rubber pressing against everything but her eyes. She
could feel the pull of the hoses that connected to it, feeding her air and food
via the hard mouthpiece that kept her jaws apart.
As if it had only just been inserted, she found herself retching, trying vainly
to dislodge the tube that ran down her throat and into her stomach. The pain in
her diaphragm grew with each reflexive spasm, and it was several minutes before
she was able to relax.
Her futile attempts to double over had made her aware of the bonds that
restrained her. Painfully tight gloves encased her arms to the wrists, joined to
straps that held them high above her head, whilst equally tight boots anchored
her to the ground, preventing her from even bending her arms by virtue of the
tension they placed on her body.
Her breathing began to grow ragged as her terror deepened, driven by frustration
as she tried to pull her arms free. Suddenly she could hold her emotions in no
longer, and with a muffled cry she threw herself against her bonds, twisting and
squirming insanely. Every tube attached to her body tugged and pulled, the
constant awareness of her whole body only fuelling her frenzied struggles.
Lungs strained for air as she fought for freedom, the twin hoses that fed her
mask ignorant of how much her exertions cost her. With her head swimming, she
gave up and hung limply in her bonds, chest heaving with each wracking sob.
Unshed tears filled her eyes, turning the world her mind had begun to sort out
into a blur. She blinked furiously, trying to see through the mask that covered
her head even as she dreaded what she would see.
The image that resolved itself was distorted by the curved glass around her, but
it wasn't enough to hide the sight of the neat rows of tubes, tubes just like
the one she was being held inside. Looking into the one next in line from her,
she could make out the limp, female form inside, breasts bulging obscenely large
underneath the network of red webbing that covered her skin.
She couldn't see herself, but each horrified gasp she took made her conscious of
the new and unnatural size of her own breasts. Her struggles had made the fleshy
globes bounce and tug, and now they throbbed painfully with each rapid pulse of
her heart, quietly yearning for freedom from the tight cups that constricted
them.
Fresh tears threatened to blot out the image, but she blinked them away
furiously, staring at the other girls' chest. The thick tubes that sprouted from
the dead centre of each red-encased breast filled her with dread, their unknown
function creating emotions far stronger than the reality could have ever done.
It was an effort to move her focus downwards, to take in the large,
tube-festooned bulge that sat between the girls legs. The straps that held her
legs together made it difficult to see clearly, but her mind had no trouble
imagining where the thick, heavy tube that emerged from behind the girls' figure
went.
As if on cue, she watched as a thick, bright blue liquid began flowing up the
tube, its' slightly uneven colouring allowing her to watch as it forced its way
into the girls body. The sight drove her to renewed struggles, as she could feel
the fat end of her own thick tube buried uncomfortably in her anus. Each twist
of her hips made it shift deep inside her, the sensation causing waves of shame
and violation to wash over her.
She was only slightly reassured by the knowledge that her vagina remained empty
of intruders. She could feel the unknown bulge between her legs, aware of the
way it pressed into the delicate folds of her sex, spreading them and touching
places she didn't talk about.
Hot and dizzy, she went limp again, closing her eyes and desperately trying to
wake up from what felt like a horrible dream. Her arms ached, and she yearned to
lower them, but the restraints didn't care about her comfort. It had to be a
dream, just a terrible, sick dream. Maybe it was caused by stress, she
theorised, or maybe frustration. Perhaps she was simply tangled in her blankets.
Just as she was beginning to believe herself, she felt the tight cups holding
her breasts stir, brushing gently over her nipples. Her cheeks began to warm and
she went rigid, her heart pounding in her chest. Had she imagined it?
Without any further warning the machines that lay beneath her feet came alive,
and with a powerful sucking motion, pulled on both nipples, drawing the soft
flesh into what felt like two small, rounded cavities inside the cups.
She cried out in pain as the suction continued, her nipples expanding rapidly to
fill the available space. There was no break, as with a rhythmic pulsing the
suction began to pull at each nipple in turn... left, right, left, right...
If the lenses of the mask covering her face had been large enough, she would
have watched in horror as the twin tubes that sprouted from her breasts filled
with her milk. Instead, her eyes could only stare out of the small, round holes
as she felt the warm liquid begin to flow, terrible realisation making them grow
wide. Her mind knew she wasn't supposed to be producing milk, and the violation
she felt knowing her body had been tricked into doing so sent her crazy.
With each pulse of the suction she threw herself against her bonds in an almost
convulsive movement, heedless of the pain it caused in her wrists and ankles.
The lenses of her mask quickly fogged up, sweat and tears blinding her as she
began to cry. Her struggles died off shortly after, the slowly fading pressure
in her breasts providing no comfort.
It was then that, just like her nipples, she felt something brush over her clit.
Walking slowly in amidst the glass tubes, his eyes passing casually over each
female imprisoned inside, Guy let his troubles fade away. Down here, surrounded
by hundreds of captives, was where he was truly in control. The knowledge that
with one touch to the buttons that sat at the foot of each tube, he could
increase the torment of its occupant - or even end her life - filled him with a
sense of power that no amount of weapons or ships could provide.
On a whim, he leant over and with a tap of his finger, ended the supply of
sedative to the girl before him. He knew it would take a few minutes for her to
awaken, so he wandered off, wanting to get as much out of his rare walk as
possible. As if to remind him that his time was short, he felt a twinge of pain
across his belly.
"Each day brings my life closer to the end," Guy said suddenly, his voice
filling the silence. As he spoke, he lifted the front of his shirt with one bony
hand, exposing the medical harness that seemed to be devouring his belly in a
mouth of steel framework and tubing.
"And each day these girls are tormented, never knowing that their pleasure and
pain keeps that day at bay." With his free hand, he slightly adjusted a valve,
increasing the dosage. The pain that sliced across his belly barely registered
on his face. Steadily he pulled his shirt down once more, the harness becoming a
mere bulge underneath.
He paused in his walk to look inside the tube beside him. The girl inside, a
brunette who's long, curly hair floated loosely around her head, was squirming
slowly, thrusting her hips forward as if meeting the steady strokes of an
invisible lover. A quick glance told him she remained unconscious, happily
dreaming whilst the machine between her legs collected the liquids of her
arousal.
"I don't do this for entirely selfish reasons, you know," he spoke into the
silence, walking away and leaving the brunette to her dreams. "Sometimes I like
to think that what we do here may one day benefit the rest of our species; that
had things been different, these people would willingly help us. Instead they
sleep, in their own small ways fighting a war they know nothing about."
Guy stopped, having returned to the first tube, its occupant now fully awake and
writhing in terror at her unexplained captivity. A sadistic smile crossed his
gaunt lips at having wakened her for the first time, and he deliberately
positioned himself out of her field of view so as not to spoil those precious
first moments for her.
"Or perhaps I merely grow soft as my time draws near," he growled, leaning over
and with a touch starting her harvest cycle early.
He watched as she renewed her struggles, the tubes from her breasts quickly
filling with milk. Silently he counted, and exactly on time she went stiff,
tubes between her legs twitching as they came to life.
"Un-bottle another girl," he commanded, walking around to the front of the tube.
"Swap her with this one, and then bring her up to me. I like this one's spirit."
"Yes Sir," Julian acknowledged from nearby, having been following and listening
silently the whole time.
"Dress her in something nice," Guy added. "And keep her free."
He looked at the girl, watching as her soft brown eyes showed first shock, and
then when she realised he didn't mean to rescue her, narrowed in hatred at
seeing her captor.
"Yes," Guy said quietly to himself. "Spirit like she used to have."
Slipping his arm around Julie, Simeon leant over and gave her a gentle kiss on
the cheek. She murmured softly and shifted so she was resting against him,
closing her eyes wearily and shutting out the familiar world of her bedroom.
Even though it was only a few hours past midday, she wanted to do nothing but
sleep, to escape from the troubles that seemed to plague her. The privacy of her
own head was no longer private, a soft awareness of Kate and Susan at the edge
of her thoughts providing a constant reminder of who she was.
"Why can't I be normal?" she whispered, catching Simeon's hand and squeezing it
tightly. He squeezed back, remaining quiet.
"I didn't want any strange markings or weird mind powers, I wanted to eat
ice-cream and be with my friends."
"You have friends here, and I'm sure we have ice-cream," Simeon told her,
feeling helpless in the face of her depression. His words didn't even bring a
hint of a smile to her lips.
"Nyssa tries to help, but I hardly understand anything she says. She always
tells me it's too dangerous," Julie let go of Simeon's hand to shake her finger
in imitation of the older Dominant. "It's too dangerous to do any real learning
with Susan, or Kate."
She fell quiet then, breathing heavily and taking Simeon's hand again to squeeze
even harder.
"And you refuse to teach me about any of my other... abilities." Her voice was
accusing, and she opened her eyes to look up at him, tears blurring her vision.
"I almost killed Celina today... I was so close to it, and... and I have no idea
why..." She burst into tears then, the last of her words lost in her sobbing.
"Oh Julie," Simeon whispered, pulling her close. He felt her hesitation before
she folded into his arms, and he hated that it was his fault.
"I'm so sorry you feel like this... I know you must be frustrated, but I don't
know how to help."
"Teach me!" Julie cried, suddenly pushing away from him. She climbed to her feet
and walked across her room to lean against the wall, sobbing loudly.
"I don't know anything... I keep doing things I don't understand, I... I feel
things that I've never felt before and..." She turned around, her violet eyes
locking onto him. "And you know and you won't tell me!" she screamed, and then
as if it had taken all of her energy, she slumped weakly against the wall,
sliding down the plain white plaster to sit on the floor and hug her knees.
Stunned, Simeon remained sitting on the end of Julie's' bed. Her outburst had
shocked him, not only because it was very unlike her, but because he felt it was
his fault. He had sensed her frustration after her times with Nyssa, but he had
never pursued it, trusting Nyssa to know what she was doing.
"I'm horny," Julie said softly from across the room. "I want to be alone and cry
myself to sleep, but I can't stop thinking about you." She sounded weary, almost
resigned to her primal urges being in control.
"What happened with Celina?" Simeon asked her.
"Why does that matter?" she returned.
"Well, because something had to happen to make you feel like this!" Simeon's
voice was firm, and yet full of concern for her.
"What happened was I almost killed her," she told him in a whisper, her face
pale as she recalled.
"But before that...?"
"I don't know!" It came out as almost a shout. "She was bleeding, and I tried to
help, and suddenly I was leaping back, preparing to... to... I don't know..."
She trailed off with a whisper.
"I can't help you if you don't tell me everything," Simeon said softly, climbing
to his feet.
"Why should I tell you anything?" she snapped in response. "You never give me
anything back."
"Okay," he said finally. "I'll do it, I'll teach you."
"That's what Nyssa said," Julie replied bitterly.
"Nyssa... Nyssa is under orders not to help you too much," he admitted grimly.
"You don't know, but the Council is very worried about you, and they feel the
best way to keep you under control is to make sure you don't know anything
useful."
Julie didn't say anything, but he could feel her rising anger from across the
room.
"You haven't had a Dominant upbringing, and they think all your sudden, new...
power will go to your head."
"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked, her voice dangerously flat.
"It means they fear you'll go around breaking into banks and making half the
orphanage into your slaves, stupid things like that," he explained simply. "I
thought Nyssa knew what she was doing; I thought she would see you weren't like
that and try to help you." He moved from his position on the end of the bed to
come and sit next to Julie.
"I'm sorry," he said sincerely, putting an arm around her. She stiffened at his
touch, but as quickly as it had come, her anger faded and she found herself
pressed against him, crying silently.
"Will you really teach me?" she asked when she had run out of tears. He nodded,
and finally got her to smile.
"Thank you," she whispered, and returned her head to resting against his chest.
"Come on, you should get up and reassure your two special friends, don't forget
they can sense your emotions, and it can be very confusing when they're not used
to it."
"But I want to stay here," Julie whined, breathing in deeply as she smelled his
scent.
"Up," he commanded, and climbed to his feet, dragging her up with him. "Let's go
find Kate; you're practically oozing sex now, a walk will do you good." Julie
forced herself to let go of him, as much as she didn't want to.
"She'll be with Celina," Julie noted with a slightly apprehensive tone.
"You'll be fine, I'll come with you," he said reassuringly, opening her bedroom
door. "My work can wait another day."
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Huge thanks to that great gal, slavelucy!
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