Chapter 6 - Ownership
Kate slept intermittently through the long night; at least she thought it was no
longer night. There was no indication of the time spent in her rubbery cocoon,
every orifice filled with tubes and probes. Her bowels were being regularly
flooded and drained with varyingly abrasive liquids, breaking the short periods
of nothing when she slept.
Kates' belly bulged full with the latest solution, something that tingled
unpleasantly. She tried to ignore the full sensation inside by sucking
determinedly on the dildo in her mouth. Her waking periods were consumed with
trying to gain precious fluid from it.
She was constantly thirsty. Her dark home was slick with her sweat; she could
feel it pooling around her body, the only way she could tell which direction was
up.
Kate craved stimulation. The total darkness and silence was playing tricks on
her deprived mind; flashes of light playing across her vision tauntingly.
The enema began draining out of her body now, bringing relief to her tired body.
She sighed happily and began sucking harder on the dildo. She had found that
after an enema there was usually something to drink.
The seconds stretched into minutes as she fruitlessly suckled on the dildo. Her
body was screaming dehydration, but nothing came.
Then for the first time, she felt motion. Something began pulling on her cocoon,
lifting it upwards.
Kate quivered in terror as she felt herself swing in mid-air, no longer in the
comforting warmth of the tank. She felt hands touching her face, tugging on the
rubber encasing her.
The dildo lodged in her mouth was removed suddenly, bringing a lovely breath of
cool air. She breathed deeply, stretching her aching jaw muscles. She tried to
speak, but found she could only make soft wet noises.
Tears flooded into her blinded eyes, and she began sobbing, gurgling weakly as
she continued to try and speak. Hands cradled her head comfortingly, stroking
her black latex skin.
Her mouth felt strange without the dildo present, and she found herself
unconsciously making sucking motions. At once something warm and soft was placed
against her mouth. Happily she drew it into her mouth, her tongue flickering
over a hard lump in the middle.
Abruptly she realized that she was sucking on someone's breast. She recoiled,
squirming inside her rubber womb as she forced the intruder away with her head.
It was withdrawn shortly, her mouth free once again.
Straight away, Kate felt a need to suck on something. She fought the urge,
keeping her lips tightly sealed to stop herself.
Her mouth was left free for a few minutes, waiting for her to give in. But Kate
resisted the strange urges she was feeling; sighing in relief as the dildo was
replaced and she was returned to the warm water.
Reflexively she began sucking again, and was overjoyed when a thick, warm liquid
issued from the end, flooding her dry mouth. Shifting slightly to get
comfortable, she began to work the dildo.
Kate felt content now, drawing peacefully on the dildo. Her breasts ached
strangely in their rubbery domes, as if they had grown and now yearned to be
free of their confinement. She had been given no more enema's since her mouth
had been briefly freed, for which she was thankful.
The dildo had not stopped feeding her since then, and she had been slowly
drinking the warm, tasteless liquid. She was living in a daze now that she
didn't feel dehydrated, reflexively suckling as her mind slept.
Once again her warm home began to move, lifting her out of the warm tank. The
cold air ran over the dripping latex, chilling it quickly.
She came awake slowly, her mind foggy. Where am I? Kate wondered, grasping at
memories that slid away frustratingly, leaving half-formed images in her mind.
The cold latex that touched her back brought a yearning for the outside, to be
free of the dark bag that was her world.
The dildo was pulled from her mouth gently, and Kate felt warm flesh rub against
her hungry lips. A dim part of her head was screaming this was wrong, but she
simply had to suck on something.
She drew the warm flesh into her mouth, her teeth clamping onto the soft nipple
and sucking hard on it. Comforting hands held her rubber-encased body close as
she worked, banishing thoughts of the outside and freedom.
Gradually she relaxed and fell asleep again, suckling like a baby.
Moira stood happily beside the tanks, watching as the water closed over Kate
once again. She had used the last of her stores to make the chemicals to drug
the girls and induce them into lactation, and was happy it had been so quickly
successful. With a grunt she closed the cover, sealing the warmth in.
How she enjoyed the sensation of a supple teenage mouth drawing on her nipples.
Kate had suckled for several minutes of her own free will before Moira had
returned her to the tank.
Kate was proving more resistant to her drugs than the other girl. Moira cursed
the little purple-eyed girl who continued to cause her so much trouble; that
little half-breed wench had complicated everything.
Moira considered who Julies' parents could be; trying to recall every Master and
Mistress that could have been in the area 18 years ago.
Even if they had bedded a human, it wasn't expressly forbidden. Why would she
have been abandoned, especially here? She raised an eyebrow; could it have been
a Council member? A smile spread across her face. That could explain things. A
half-breed daughter would cause quite a scandal in the Council, particularly one
that turned out to be a Mistress.
Come to think of it, Moira could not recall a half-breed Mistress that had lived
so long, having herself studied them extensively. Perhaps the problem would
solve itself, especially now that she held Kate.
Moira leaned against the tank beside her, stilling the involuntary quiver that
ran through her muscles. All that mattered was time.
The first shell had nearly deafened Susan. Her ears rang painfully, shooting
pain through her skull. She hung heavily from the bonds holding her upright,
barely maintaining her balance. She could hear someone talking through the
ringing, but the blindfold that had been tied across her eyes prevented her from
watching.
Never the less, she hung her head low, trying to see through the sliver of light
at the bottom of her vision. She felt drool and semen drip from her gaping
mouth, held wide by the black ring-gag strapped tightly around her skull.
She shook her head, ignoring the pain this caused, and managed to get the
blindfold to slide a bit, allowing her to see someone lying on the floor behind
her. She felt a glimmer of hope; had someone come to save them?
She picked out a few words before the shotgun discharged once again beside her
head. Pain lanced through her ear and she screamed in pain. The world was silent
on one side, and she could feel something warm and sticky dripping from her ear.
She watched dumbly as feet danced around her, feeling the floor shake with their
footsteps. The blindfold was stuck on her nose; frustratingly restricting her
vision of what she hoped was a fight.
Someone heavy slammed into her back, knocking the breath from her lungs. He fell
to the ground beside her, catching on one of the weights that they had hung from
her nipples and making her scream as it was yanked free from her tortured
breasts.
Susan shut her eyes and shifted her bound legs away from the unconscious person.
She trembled in her bonds, desperately trying to ignore the floor that shook
underneath her feet.
Suddenly the rope holding her upright was cut, sending her tumbling to the
floor. She cried out in pain as she landed on her bound breasts, twisting
painfully to take her weight off them. The bar keeping her legs wide apart
prevented her from rolling completely over.
Soft, feminine hands touched her ankle, causing relief to flood through her.
Someone was free! The cuff came loose, releasing her leg. She rolled over onto
her back, sobbing pitifully.
The other ankle was freed quickly, and she was helped to her feet, still bound
and gagged.
"Come on Susan," said Julie weakly, horror plain in her voice. "You don't want
to see this."
Susan allowed herself to be led out of the room before the blindfold and gag was
removed.
"Julie," Susan cried happily, standing still as the rope around her breasts was
untied.
She whimpered as the blood returned to her tortured breasts, purple stripes
darkening across her skin where the whip had made contact.
Sam entered the storeroom, battered and bruised. Susan couldn't help focusing
between the girls legs, seeing the red and inflamed lips that cowered between
her thighs, semen still dripping from inside.
"Let's go, now," she said, fighting back tears, and ran up the stairs, rope
trailing from her ankles.
They followed her close behind, not looking back at the continuing battle.
Julie sat on Sam's bed staring at the floor, her face bleak. She shivered,
drawing the towel tighter around her nakedness. Her mind kept replaying the
events downstairs.
Susan sobbed as the rope was cut from her wrists, shaking her hands vigorously
to get the circulation going. The towel draped across her shoulders fell back,
but she made no effort to pick it up. Her skin didn't hurt as much without the
towel.
Sam sat next to Susan, still naked. She glanced up at Julie, shaking her head in
disbelief at the cuffs that still encircled Julie's wrists. Cuffs with a heavy
steel chain; a chain that had been torn in two.
"Are you okay?" Sam queried shakily, climbing up onto the bed and putting an arm
around the dark-haired girl.
Julie looked up briefly, her eyes glistening with tears.
"You did what you had to do," Sam comforted her gently, hugging her closer.
Julie nodded mutely, leaning heavily on Sam.
Susan crouched in a world of silence on the floor, sobbing. She felt rather than
heard the thud as Julie slid off the bed, unconscious.
"Evan," Sam screamed painfully, backing away from the weakly twitching girl.
Susan felt him thunder down the hall a moment later and burst into the room,
sweat glistening on his naked chest.
"Oh shit," he said in dismay, running to crouch beside her. He cradled her head
in his hands, feeling her pulse. A tremor ran through her unconscious body.
"What's going on?" Susan asked loudly, staring at the trembling Julie anxiously.
Evan glanced at her, his eyes spotting the little mark on her skin.
"Sam, get Susan into bed," he instructed, sliding his hands under Julie and
lifting her onto the bed. He tore the sheets back and slid her unconscious form
underneath.
Susan climbed in reluctantly, hissing as the soft fabric rubbed against her
tortured skin.
"Closer," Evan told her loudly. Susan blinked at him uncomprehendingly.
Frustrated, he pushed the two girls close to each other and mimed hugging.
"It hurts," Susan complained as she drew the quivering Julie close, pressing
their breasts together intimately.
"Julie, wake up," Susan pleaded, ignoring the pain she felt to curl around her
friend. Her thigh slid between Julies' legs, rubbing against the soft folds that
hid there. She gave Julie a kiss on the cheek.
"Please, wake up!" Susan was fighting not to break down and cry. In her
desperation she understood what Julie needed now, what Evan and the Woman in
Black needed also... her body.
Impulsively, Susan kissed Julie full on the mouth. Her tongue slid in between
Julies' lips, tentatively probing past her teeth. She felt Julie shudder against
her, her heart leaping with success.
She slid an arm up, drawing Julies' head close in a deep French kiss. Julie
responded weakly, sucking on Susan's wet tongue and drawing it into her mouth.
As Julie awoke, Susan could feel her skin tingle where they touched. The welts
that covered her breasts and lower body itched distractingly. Susan broke the
kiss, suddenly embarrassed to kiss a girl.
"Stop," she protested, attempting to wriggle away. Julie grabbed Susan and drew
her close, wrapping her legs around Susan's hips and climbing on top of her.
"Julie, stop," she yelled before Julie kissed her hungrily, sealing their mouths
together.
Sam drew close to Evan, watching the squirming girls knowingly. He hugged her
close.
"I need to go clean up," he told her, barely keeping the sadness from his voice.
Sam could feel his erection pressing against her buttocks.
"You disobeyed me again last night." Sam stiffened against him.
"I might be willing to forget though..." he trailed off and released her from
his arms.
"Yes Sir," she said solemnly. Evan nodded, and wordlessly left the bedroom.
Sam sighed to herself and went to the wardrobe. Her fingers closed around the
silver collar sitting on the bottom shelf. She hesitated a moment, turning it
over in her hands.
She snapped the ends open and placed it around her slender neck, pausing again
before closing it.
Click.
Experimentally she tugged on her new decoration, checking it was locked. The
collar stayed closed.
She quivered; Evan would have a key to it somewhere, but until then it wasn't
coming off.
Susan sprang naked from the bed, her face glistening with saliva. Julie peered
from underneath the sheets, her face red with embarrassment.
"I'm so sorry Susan, I... I couldn't stop..." she trailed off.
Susan was ignoring Julie, her hands running up and down her body in amazement.
The thick welt marks that had covered her belly, breasts and back were gone,
mere painful memories.
Her hands paused over the mark on her belly, and her entire body stiffened. It
had changed from its' previous grey colour to pitch-black.
"No," Susan whispered in horror, shaking her head. Her hands trembled as they
touched it in disbelief.
"Get rid of it," she told Julie, breathing heavily. She looked slightly crazed.
"She can't get rid of it like that," Sam told her. Susan looked at her, spotting
the silver collar that now sat around Sam's neck. She cracked.
"Oh fuck." Susan stepped towards the door, staring at the collar. "I don't want
to be a slave!" She took another step.
"Susan, calm down," Sam said, cautiously approaching her.
"Get away from me," Susan screamed, stepping back against the door. She fumbled
for the door-handle behind her, but her hands were too shaky to get a grip.
"Let me out," she yelled frantically, turning to claw at the handle.
"Susan, calm down," Julie cried across the room desperately. Susan stiffened as
Julie's voice rang through her head, washing away her terror. Susan blinked in
surprise, suddenly feeling calm and content.
Sam whirled to face Julie, her eyes wide in shock.
"How... I felt..." she stuttered. "You... you mustn't do that!" Julie frowned at
her.
"Do what?" Julie sat up in bed, drawing the sheets around her. "What did I just
do?" Sam was silent suddenly, as if she had revealed too much. Julie's eyes
narrowed; once again she was being kept in the dark.
"What happened, Samantha?" Her voice was low, bordering on anger. She made to
get off the bed.
The door burst open, allowing in an irate Evan.
"You stupid bitch!" he yelled, his eyes locking on Julie. "Do you want to light
a beacon for Moira to find us? Or should I just go call her on the phone right
now, and save you the trouble?"
Julie slid off the bed, her sudden anger flaring bright.
"Perhaps if someone would explain to me what the fuck is going on, I wouldn't
inadvertently do something I shouldn't!" Evan raised an eyebrow, surprised by
her verbal attack.
"First I find out I can apparently heal knife wounds, and then some crazy woman
kidnaps my friends; Sam suddenly reveals to me I have a tattoo on my stomach
that wasn't there previously, I get raped by a dozen armed men, and then I
inadvertently do something that brings you thundering up here to yell at me!"
Evan stepped back slightly from the raging teen.
"You have no idea of what you did?" he queried, confused.
"No!"
"I see," he said. There was a strained silence.
"Well then, the first thing we need to do..." he spoke, striding over to the
wardrobe.
"...is shut that insolent mouth of yours." He grabbed the stunned Julie in a
headlock and roughly shoved a ball-gag into her mouth.
Julie squirmed angrily in his grasp, battering at him with clenched fists as he
buckled it tightly around her head. The sheets slid to the ground below, leaving
her naked and vulnerable.
"Stop that," he said, releasing her head. "This is for your own good." He caught
her wrists and pulled them up behind her back, lifting her painfully.
Julie stopped struggling instantly, trying to stretch herself as high as
possible to relieve the pressure in her shoulders.
"Are you going to stop fighting?" Julie glared at him for a moment before
nodding, lowering her head in defeat.
Evan released her arms, and she instantly made to unbuckle the gag.
"Leave it," he said threateningly. She growled around the gag, but lowered her
hands.
"Until you learn some self-control it stays, and I don't care how many days that
may be."
Her eyes widened in shock, hands trembling as she fought the urge to remove the
rubber ball.
"Sit," he commanded her. Julie sat herself down on the bed, hands clenched to
cover between her legs. Evan reached out and batted her hands away, making her
quiver with rage.
"Now, about just now... Did Moira tell you or someone else to do something, and
you felt compelled to obey?"
Julie forced down her anger and thought back to the events in the Surgery for a
moment.
She nodded hesitantly, recalling when Moira had told her to open her eyes.
"Sam, what did she say just now?" Evan asked over his shoulder.
"She told Susan to be calm," Sam told him from the door. He turned to look at
Susan, frowning.
"What's going on?" Susan asked peacefully.
"Samantha, I want you to slap Susan hard." Sam nodded reluctantly, then turned
to Susan and gave a full-bodied slap to the side of her face. Susan yelped in
surprise, stumbling back.
"Go get dressed," he told Sam, watching Susan patiently. She seemed stunned for
a moment as the fear returned to her face. She looked up, breathing shortly.
"What just happened?" she asked, on the verge of breaking down again.
"Susan, come here," Evan said delicately. Susan quivered, but shook her head.
"Come here, Susan," he said in a slightly harsher tone. Julie shivered beside
him, feeling a slight urge to go to Evan. Susan whimpered, stepping forward
slightly.
"That's it," he encouraged as she reluctantly came to stand beside him. He sat
down on the bed and pulled the naked girl onto his lap.
"Don't hurt me," Susan sobbed as he hugged her close.
"It's okay Susan, you're safe now," he whispered soothingly into her ear. Susan
sobbed louder and buried her head in his shoulder.
"Thank you," she cried, sliding her arms around to hug him. He held her tight,
pressing her soft body against his skin.
He turned to Julie, who watched in confusion and amazement.
"That is how you use your abilities properly. Your blunt and uneducated use of
Voice would have left her a zombie for the next hour."
He sighed, running Susan's long red hair through his hands. She was still
sobbing, her hands gripped tight around his back. Julie frowned in annoyance at
him; she didn't mean to do anything at all!
"Fortunately for us you weren't very strong, and directed your command
specifically at Susan." He stared grimly at Julie. "Or else Moira could be on
her way here and you would be joining your friend in whatever she's doing."
"Who is she?" Sam asked from the wardrobe, rifling through clothing
indecisively. Evan scowled.
"Moira is a criminal. She's sick, she's twisted, and I fear that you will not
see any of the other girls again; at least not in the same state as before."
"What will she do to them?" Sam asked cautiously, not sure she wanted to know.
"Sam, wear the black one with the hood," Evan instructed with a brief smile. Sam
frowned unhappily at him. All she wanted was to have a shower and wash the scent
of sex off her body. She was not in the mood to play.
"Anyway, she'll drug the girls with various mind-altering substances and make
them hers. Then... who knows? The messes that she's left behind before now...
well, there isn't much hope."
Julie spluttered around the gag blocking her mouth. She was filled with worry
for Kate, her concerned questions frustrated by the gag.
Sam frowned again, partly at his response, and partly at the black garment that
hung loosely from her raised hand.
"Can I please take the dildos out?" Sam asked hesitantly, not relishing the
thought of spending her day with them inside.
"Remove the crotch strap," Evan replied absently, stroking Susan's hair again.
Sam sighed with relief and began dressing herself in the garment.
She sat down on the floor and assembled the collection of straps that was her
clothing. She located the legs, which were each merely a strap with several flat
latex rings spaced up its length, and slid into them.
She tightened the waist strap, neatly framing her pubis, and then pulled up the
top, consisting of criss-crossing straps that tightly framed small triangles of
black latex that cupped her breasts. The arms ended in twin gloves, which Sam
laboriously squeezed her hands into.
She paused before sliding her head into the black hood that hung down her back,
flashing Evan a pleading look.
He gently disentangled Susan from around his body and passed her to Julie, who
took her property reluctantly.
"Don't touch the gag," Evan warned. "Stay here with Susan, and don't let her out
of your sight." He sighed, and stood up, catching Sam by the arm.
"It's my job to educate you in your responsibility as a Mistress," he told Julie
seriously. "Disobey me, and I'll leave you to Moira."
Julie quivered with anger, but managed to nod her compliance, teeth grinding
into the soft rubber of the gag.
Evan nodded and turned his focus to Sam. His hands gathered her soft, blonde
hair into a pony-tail and fed it through the back of the hood, drawing it up
over her head as he did so.
Sam shivered as darkness fell upon her, feeling as the hood was buckled
underneath her chin. The front was open below her nose, leaving her mouth free
to breathe and talk; Sam knew the latter was forbidden.
Her world near-silent due to soft padding against her ears, she allowed herself
to be led out of the room by Evan, his hands tingling against her back. She
trusted him to guide her through the darkness.
In the privacy of the hood, tears slid from her eyes. So far her day had been
hell, and it wasn't even lunch time yet.
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Thanks to Red Eva for proof-reading.
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