Chapter 9 - Night to Remember
Julie waited at the dinner table, trying unsuccessfully to be patient. Absently
she picked up a fork and studied the tiny nude female figure engraved into its
smooth surface.
"Master will be here in a moment" Trig called from the opposite side of the
table, putting the jug down and leaning lazily back in his chair to sip at the
drink.
Julie nodded, returning her fork to the table. She shifted uncomfortably,
getting used to the feeling of the g-string she wore. Although slightly
exciting, she found herself wanting to pull it free, unused to the sensation.
The maid who had helped her dress had attempted to make Julie wear something
that would have looked out of place anywhere but in a fetish club. It had been
mostly leather, and not much of it.
Julie had flat out refused, and in the end they agreed on knee-high black boots,
a leather skirt and a tight, low cut leather top that lifted her breasts
suggestively. Her hair hung down over the back of the chair, shining slightly in
the light. Julie barely managed to escape wearing black shoulder-length gloves,
already uncomfortable in her outfit and feeling like a teenage dominatrix.
She caught herself attempting to adjust her underwear again and placed her hands
firmly in her lap, chastising herself.
Susan appeared in the doorway, hiding herself behind the wall. The room was
fairly large compared to the table set in the middle of it. The corners were
dimly seen shadows, while the table was brightly lit from above. Seeing Trig,
Susan faltered, almost unwilling to go in.
"Go on," encouraged the maid behind her. Susan sighed and cautiously made her
way to her seat.
She swayed uncertainly, unused to balancing in heels. Every step was
accompanied with squeaking sound from black leather boots that reached half-way
up her thighs.
The chastity belt shone around her waist, alone in a sea of soft, pale pink
skin. A very tight, slightly transparent silver top framed her breasts with a
black trim, her small nipples showing prominently through the flimsy covering.
Her arms were encased in a similar reflective fabric, crossed self-consciously
underneath her breasts.
The final item she wore was a silver collar, glinting in the light as she moved
to sit down. Her red hair had been pulled back into a ponytail, making her look
even younger than she was.
Trig stared in admiration at the sight of the silvery young teenager. His eyes
spotted the chastity belt that sat tightly between her legs, explaining her
strange way of walking.
Julie blinked in surprise, totally unprepared for what Susan was wearing. She
looked like a man's wet-dream; shy, innocent and beautiful.
"You look... lovely," Julie complemented her when they were seated together.
Susan blushed and adjusted her top.
"I've never worn something like this. I feel so... naked," she admitted
awkwardly.
Trig shifted to hide his growing erection. The thought of such a creature
wearing a chastity belt made him quiver with delight. His thoughts drifted to
Emily, bound and gagged in his room with a vibrator buzzing happily in her
pussy. The look she had given him, squirming in her first orgasm, made him smile
in recollection.
"I have to get this belt off," Susan whispered to Julie. "It's driving me mad!"
"I said I'll ask for you," Julie reminded her. If her obviously engorged nipples
were anything to go by, Julie had a good idea of what those plugs were doing to
her friend.
"Good evening ladies," said a rough voice. Julie turned to see a tall, shadowy
man standing in the doorway. She could see that he was fully clothed in black as
he stepped into the light, a strip of cloth hiding his face from the collar of
his long-sleeved shirt to the ridge of his nose.
"I apologise for being late," he said as he took his seat. "You must be Susan,"
he said, indicating the nervous girl with a wave of a gloved hand. She nodded
silently.
"Then you are Julie?"
"That's me," Julie replied; her brow creased in curiosity.
"You may call me Simeon," he told them with a respectful nod, his short black
hair falling forwards slightly
Julie shifted uncomfortably, unsure what to say. Absently she tugged at her
underwear again.
"We will talk later, food comes first," he said, his eyes lighting with a smile.
Starving, Julie picked out the smell of food moments before several eye-catching
maids glided in carrying dinner. She recognised the girl who had helped her
dress amongst them.
"Are you not eating?" Julie asked, noticing nothing arrived for Simeon.
"I will eat later," he explained with a dismissive wave. The alternatively white
and black-clad girls left the room quickly, leaving the four alone.
Simeon poured himself a drink and then produced a straw that slid through a
small slit in the cloth. Julie raised an eyebrow as she ate, curious as to why
he seemingly hid his skin from view.
"Excuse my poor conversation, but I rarely have guests," Simeon told them. "I'm
not used to this."
He paused thoughtfully as the girls ate. Julie watched his eyes, noting the
strange colouring where the light reached his exposed skin. It seemed to be
black in some areas, and white in others. Perhaps it was just the light, but she
couldn't pick his eye-colour either.
"I am pleased that you accepted my offer of hospitality," Simeon announced.
"Although, it would have been fun to bring you in nicely tied up," he added with
a chuckle.
"Tell me, Susan, where did you get that belt?" he asked curiously. Susan seemed
to wilt, hunching over her plate silently.
"We... met a woman called Moira," Julie told him after a moment. He stiffened,
turning to stare at her intensely.
"Moira... did she have red eyes; wearing lots of black?" His tone was deathly
serious.
"Yeah, that's her. She... kidnapped Susan and two other girls from the orphanage
last night." Simeon frowned pensively.
"I am sorry," he said after a long moment, "but... I doubt there is anything I
can do for them now. Moira works quickly." He was silent again, looking deeply
concerned.
"Trig will be able to help you with the belt," Simeon said suddenly to Susan.
She glanced at Trig, smiling slightly as he paused in mid-bite. He smiled back
at her, trying to focus on her face rather than the smooth curves of her silvery
breasts. She blushed under his gaze and looked down at her meal, trying to
ignore the insistent throbbing between her legs. He could free her, she thought
excitedly. Would she be able to stop herself from pouncing on him like a bitch
in heat?
They ate in silence afterwards.
"I will contact the Council and see about getting you formally recognised,"
Simeon informed Julie when they had finished.
"Formally recognised?" Julie said, confused. She didn't want anyone else to know
about what she was.
"Yes. If you're not, I could claim you as my property." Julie swallowed hard.
"W... Why are you doing this for us?" she asked, staring at him warily.
"Trig, help Susan tonight," he commanded, standing up and walking to the door.
"I'm doing this," he said, pausing in the doorway and taking a deep breath. "I'm
doing this because you're the only other hybrid who has lived."
Julie sat in silence, frustrated by his departure. She had a million questions
to ask him! What did he mean, the only hybrid that had lived? Was she supposed
to be dead? Was she going to die?
"Damn it, why did he just leave like that?" Julie asked Trig in annoyance,
suppressing her morbid thoughts.
"It's probably something to do with this "Moira" woman," he said dismissively.
Julie frowned impatiently; she couldn't wait for answers!
"Can you tell me anything?" she asked, raising an eyebrow hopefully.
"I guess so," he shrugged.
"What... what am I?" she asked nervously, unsure whether she wanted to know the
answer.
"You're a Mistress," Trig replied frustratingly.
"Am I... human?" Trig smiled.
"As human as me or Susan," he told her, glancing at Susan briefly.
"I don't know much about your... abilities; Master was never able to explain it
well to me. What I understood is that your body is... different; smarter, or
something like that." Trig shrugged.
"So I'm not... an alien, or anything like that?" Julie asked; relief evident in
her voice. Trig laughed.
"Not that I know of," he said truthfully.
Julie fell silent, thinking about what he had told her. She wasn't sure about
Trig, but he seemed to think she was human. A million more questions came to
mind.
"What will happen to Susan now that she has... my mark?" Susan looked up at the
mention of her name.
"She'll heal faster... she'll feel more and more like she has to defer to
you..." Trig lowered his voice, staring at Susan. "And she'll be compelled to
please you, make you happy, and also... sexually."
Susan let out a squeak and looked down at the table, blushing profusely.
Trig chuckled, feeling his erection return at the thought of the two girls
together. He made a mental note to ask the maids about it.
"Most people don't take someone of the same sex," Trig explained, smiling as if
it meant something.
"It was a... an accident," Julie said, feeling her face heating.
"Anyway, let's get that belt off," he said suddenly, standing up. "Can you find
your way back to your rooms?" The girls nodded.
"I'll grab my tools and meet you there."
The two girls walked silently back through the sleeping building; Julie lost in
thought and Susan in a sexual haze.
Julie was unsure if she liked the idea of Susan as her pet. She thought of the
girl as a friend, not a sex slave. Julie realised then that she had as much of a
choice as Susan. She would have to be her Mistress, and Susan would be her
teenage sex toy.
They arrived outside their rooms, and went their separate ways. Julie slid out
of her leather clothing, tugging free the g-string from between her cheeks. The
batteries she had quietly asked the maid for waited on the bed. She locked the
doors carefully, and then slid the vibrator from its hiding place underneath her
pillow.
Her hands shaky, she removed the long-dead batteries and replaced them. The
device came alive in her hand as she replaced the cover, making her nearly drop
it in surprise. She giggled naughtily, realising she hadn't turned it off when
it had gone flat.
Julie exchanged the rooms light for the bedside lamp, turning the corners of the
room into shadows. The room felt warm and cosy as she slipped her naked body in
between the covers.
Vibrator in hand, she slid it down between her legs, running its smooth surface
through her lips. It emerged slick with moisture.
I should wear a g-string more often; Julie thought as she slipped the toy in
between her folds and turned it on high.
She moaned softly, reaching out to turn off the light. The vibrator quickly
pushed away all her troubles.
Susan sat impatiently on the bed, glancing every few seconds at the closed door.
Her boots and gloves lay on the floor beside her feet, leaving her dressed in
only the belt, flimsy top and her collar. Her nipples stood out proudly through
the silver fabric, constant beacons of her arousal.
She was apprehensive of being free of the belt, worried by what she might do.
She could feel her muscles rippling hungrily over the dildo buried in her sex,
willing it to screw her senseless. Susan realised that her arousal was plain to
see, her liquids glistening around her imprisoned pussy.
"Don't think about sex," she whispered firmly, hastily wiping her self dry with
a corner of the blanket.
There was a knock at her door.
"Come in," she called, trying to contain herself. Trig let himself in quietly,
locking the door. Susan felt her face heat up as he looked her over, her eyes
following his as they roamed over the naked expanse of her skin.
"Come into the bathroom," he said, tearing his eyes from her. He turned away
hastily, trying to hide his awakened manhood as he walked.
He laid a towel out on the floor as Susan followed, her bare feet slapping
against the tiles. She lay down on it slowly, keeping her eyes on him as he took
out a set of lock-picks.
"Spread your legs," he told her, placing a hand on her thigh.
She quivered at his touch, watching him for any sign he found her attractive. He
was silent and professional; his hands steady as he worked on the first lock
directly over her crotch.
She lay back and shut her eyes dreamily. She dreaded being locked in this state
for the rest of her life, but part of her did not want it off.
The front plate came free silently. He felt his erection growing as he studied
the pink folds that lay surrounded by hard steel. He felt her quiver as the cool
air blew across her privates.
His eyes spotted the catheter that snaked into her urethra, sitting above the
silver base of the dildo lodged in her. His cock twitched excitedly as he
wondered how large it was. Delicately he took hold of the rubbery intruder and
pulled.
"Ah!" Susan squeaked in surprise, sitting up. "What was that?"
"Have to remove this," he told her, pulling gently. She winced as the rubber
slid slowly from her body, burning as it moved. The catheter came free suddenly,
followed by a hot jet of urine.
"Oh shit," Susan yelped in horror, unable to stop as she soaked the towel. She
began crying shamefully, tears sliding down her cheeks.
"Hey, it's okay," Trig reassured her, pulling the towel free as the flow trailed
off. "I should have thought of it." He threw the towel aside dismissively.
"Sit still and I'll get the other lock undone." Susan nodded, chocking back her
tears.
Her clit throbbed hungrily, urging her to impale herself upon him. Humiliating
herself in front of him had been strangely exciting, and she didn't know why.
She could see the large bulge that he was trying to hide, imagining what it
would feel like inside her.
Trig could smell her arousal strongly, her musky scent overlaying the sharp tang
of urine. Her skin was flushed red; he could almost feel her heat. He knew what
she wanted.
He glanced up, hearing the soft click as the opposite door unlocked. Julie stuck
her head around the partly open door, taking in the situation.
Trig stared at her, silently asking permission. Julie sighed, studying Susan.
She didn't want to be this responsible for the teenager; she was only slightly
older herself! She thought about how they had looked at each other, Susan
staring at him in fascination when he had punished the headmistress, the glances
at dinner...
She nodded finally, giving him a brief smile. She glanced at Susan, breathing
heavily on the floor, her eyes closed. It terrified her that she had so much
power over the defenceless girl.
"Be gentle," she mouthed, shutting the door softly.
Trig looked down at Susan, drinking in her soft curves. His desire grew with
each moment.
Quietly he slid off his shoes and shirt, then sat down in only his pants and
resumed work on the lock. There was a loud click, and the two sides of the belt
sprung free. Susan sat up excitedly, looking down at him. His state of undress
excited her, her eyes following the curves of his muscles as they shifted
beneath the skin.
Gently Trig tugged at the waist band, drawing the belt down. Susan groaned as
the dildos moved within her, sending waves of pleasure through her body.
"Yes-s-s-s-s," she moaned as they slid free wetly, glistening in the light. Trig
blinked when he saw how large they were; still not as large as he was, he
thought with a slight smile.
He put the belt aside and stood up, offering her a hand. She stood up shakily,
feeling her juices run down her thighs.
"Thank you," she told him as he guided her into the bath. She looked up at him
as he slid off her top, exposing the smooth orbs of her breasts, but he was
trying hard not to look.
"Jump onto all fours and I'll wash you." Susan crouched down languidly,
wriggling her behind at him. Her anus winked at him from below, her muscles
uncertain whether to tighten or not. He ran the shower over her, rubbing her
clean with his hands. She pushed herself back on his hand unconsciously, making
him smile slightly. Damn she's hot, he thought to himself.
Susan followed him closely as they left the bathroom, holding the towel loosely
around her as she studied the way he walked. She fought the urge to pounce on
him and wrap her hips around his waist. She would not act like a slut!
Trig sat down on her bed, watching patiently. She let the towel fall to the
ground and stood before him, naked and vulnerable.
"I can't think of anything else," Susan admitted. "I want to cum and cum and
cum...!" she trailed off tearfully
"Please put the belt back on me," she begged, whimpering as he reached out to
catch her hand.
He brought pulled her close, sliding an arm underneath and cradling the naked
girl in his arms. She drew her arms around him after a moment, burying her head
in his shoulder.
"You're very beautiful," he told her honestly, reaching down to touch her
collar.
She wanted to feel his cock filling her body so much, but she was not supposed
to. Tears slid down her face as her body fought against her morals.
"I want the belt back," she pleaded. Trig raised her head and kissed her gently
on the lips, cutting her off. She stared into his eyes, drowning in his scent.
She felt his tongue probing cautiously against her lips. She didn't want to! She
wanted to!
Her lips parted to allow him access as her arms tightened around him. She felt
his tongue slip in past her defences, exploring the warmth of her mouth. She
pressed herself against him, her own tongue venturing tentatively from her mouth
into his.
He broke the kiss gently as he felt her hands reaching for his pants.
Trig watched as she finally undid the belt buckle and began pulling down his
pants. He slid back into the middle of the bed, pushing back the covers as he
moved.
He hit the switch for the main light above his head with one hand as he turned
on the bedside lamp, throwing everything into twilight. Susan curled up next to
him, glowing with sexual energy.
"Susan," he said seriously. "Are you sure about this?"
She looked at him, her expression torn between desire and fear. There was no
going back, she realised.
"No," she admitted sadly. "I don't know what to do."
"We don't have to do anything," he told her gently, brushing her hair back with
one hair. "You're so young and beautiful; I don't want to hurt you." Susan
looked away shyly.
"Do you really think so?"
"Of course I do. You're perfect." She giggled nervously.
"You don't think my... breasts are small?" Trig smiled, sliding down and licking
her hard nipples.
"They're lovely," he told her truthfully, running his tongue around each one.
She quivered beside him. "Don't think anything else."
"I'm... scared," Susan almost whispered, drawing in his warm, male scent.
Trig slid an arm around her protectively.
"Is this about when you were... attacked?" Trig was trying hard to understand
her.
"They... beat me because of the belt," Susan whimpered. "Because they
couldn't... fuck me, they said I had tiny tits, and beat them."
He held her close as she sobbed fragilely. He suddenly had a strong desire to
protect the naked teenager.
"Can you... stay with me?" she asked, curling closer to him. He pulled the
blankets up over them in answer.
They lay quietly for a few minutes. Susan felt her arousal growing again,
increasingly aware of the man laying so close to her. She shifted closer,
sliding a hand down his chest and reaching up to kiss him. He returned the kiss
readily, shifting over and allowing her to straddle him.
She sat up, letting the blankets fall back as she pulled at his underwear. His
cock sprang free into her hands, making her look up at him in surprise.
"...oh" she said, stroking his rapidly growing member in amazement. Suddenly she
was having second thoughts, her eyes widening as it continued to grow between
her hands.
Gently Trig caught her around the waist and drew her forwards to plant a kiss on
her waiting mouth. One hand slid down between her legs, gently fondling her
wetness.
"I'll be careful," he whispered to her, turning off the light.
Susan whimpered softly in the darkness, remembering his size with trepidation.
And yet there was nothing she would rather do than impale herself upon him
She let him position her body, feeling his head brushing against her hungry
lips. She felt him push forwards, his hands holding her hips. She could feel
herself stretching to accommodate his size.
She whimpered as it started to hurt, and then suddenly his head slid into her,
making her gasp.
"Relax," he whispered, pushing once again. Susan's clit pulsed as he slid slowly
into her, stretching her almost to the point of pain. She felt his heartbeat
inside her, moving deeper with each second.
He halted and slid back, almost pulling out of her. Susan moaned happily when he
began pushing again, sliding further into her. He paused again.
"You don't have to go all the way," he said, slightly surprised she had taken it
this far.
In answer she slid back and began impaling herself on him, supporting her weight
with her legs spread either side of his pelvis.
Trig let her take over, enjoying the sensations as she grew closer and closer to
the base. She was so tight around him, her muscles rippling hungrily.
Susan felt like she was full to the brim; she guessed there was about an inch to
go and couldn't go any further.
"I can't do it," she moaned, lying forward on his chest in regret. She felt his
muscles tense underneath her, and then his hips jerked forward, joining them
fully.
She gasped in surprise, realising he was fully in her. She squirmed excitedly,
grinding her clit between them as an orgasm exploded through her, making her see
stars. She squealed like an animal before Trig cut her off with a passionate
kiss.
He rolled her over gently, supporting himself with his arms
"Fuck me!" she moaned, wriggling underneath him as he began to thrust into her.
Susan thought she could spend the rest of her life with him inside her. She felt
totally filled with him, her earlier fears totally gone. Her world was focused
on the throbbing cock buried to the hilt in her body, sending waves of pleasure
through her. Her muscles tensed as he pulled out, not wanting him to leave,
before he slammed back into her.
Her breathing quickened as he began thrusting faster. Another orgasm began to
build in her loins, its' warmth fed by his powerful strokes.
A distant part of her wondered what the big deal was about sex. It had hardly
hurt her at all! Was it her association with Julie?
Her thoughts were banished as another orgasm swept through her, tearing another
primal howl of pleasure from her lips. Trig was surprised at how vocal she was
and hoped that Julie wouldn't mind.
He slid out of her gently, feeling their shared liquids coating his hips. Susan
whimpered unhappily at him.
Smiling in the dark, he rolled her over onto all fours and took her from behind.
Susan moaned at the new position, touching her in completely different places.
She pushed back hungrily, still wanting more.
"Faster," she moaned, burying her head in the pillows as he increased his pace,
hands sliding underneath her to play with her breasts. She could feel their
juices running down her thighs; sweat soaking her skin as she rocked back to
meet every stroke.
She came again, screaming her joy into the pillow. Trig was finding it harder to
control himself, and she showed no signs of tiring.
Susan could feel him growing inside her, his thrusts becoming faster and more
frantic. She guessed that he was nearing the end.
She pulled away from him suddenly and lay down on her back. She raised her knees
to her chest, presenting herself to him.
She gasped as he thrust into her, grinding their pelvises together. Her clit
pounded hungrily between her legs, craving one final orgasm. She listened to the
wet sounds they made together, the heavy and excited breathing that was hers.
Susan felt him thrust deeply into her body, pushing him self against her cervix
as he came. A split second later Susan felt him burst within her, flooding her
virgin womb with his hot sperm.
Thought was lost as she orgasmed again, spreading her legs and pushing his
pulsing member deeper into her. She screamed into his mouth as he kissed her
passionately, wishing for it to never end.
Using the last of his strength, Trig held himself above her, waiting patiently.
He had never had anyone like her before, he realised as he stared at her barely
visible outline below him.
Susan felt a pang of regret as he softened within her. He left her body and lay
down beside her, pulling the blankets over them both.
"Thank you," Susan whispered tiredly, curling up in his warm embrace and falling
asleep.
Trig lay quietly in the dark, listening to the soft purr of her slowing
breathing. She was so small and innocent; he knew that it would kill her if he
left her after tonight. He had never believed in love at first sight, but now he
wasn't so sure.
He closed his eyes, drawing in the warm scent of their sex. A part of him
remembered that he had left Emily with the vibrator on, but he was already
asleep.
Julie smiled from the doorway to the bathroom, shutting it carefully. She felt
happy for Susan, and perhaps a little jealous. Hopefully she could find someone
like that.
In the meantime, she thought with a smile, I have my vibrator.
The building lay dark and silent, the soft covering of snow that glittered in
the early morning sunlight made it seem almost innocent.
"What do you want from this?" Moira said in annoyance, sitting casually on the
floor between the two naked teenage girls that lay fast asleep either side of
her.
"You know what I want," he said to her. "In the end though, I have as much
choice in it as you do."
Moira growled angrily, disturbing the taller of the two. She whimpered in her
sleep, one hand scratching at the faint tattoo above her belly button.
"I'm disappointed to hear about my property," she said suggestively, one hand
absently stroking the girls' bald head. She calmed down, returning to her placid
sleep.
"You cannot have her, Moira. She's mine," he told her firmly. "There's plenty
more, anyway."
"Yes, I've seen them. Those two were perfect," she said wistfully.
"I'm sure you can find one or two to keep," he noted, glancing disdainfully at
the sleeping teenagers.
"Yes, there are quite a lot of young specimens at the Orphanage," Moira mused.
"Yes," said Evan. "Yes there are."
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Thanks to Red Eva for proof-reading.
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