Chapter 11 - Secrets
Cassandra moaned as light shone into her dilated pupils, sending pain lancing
through the clouds of chemicals clogging her thoughts.
"Wake up now," cooed a soft, female voice. "That's a good girl."
Cassandra tried to twist away from the blurred shadow that stood over her, but a
strap across her forehead kept her immobile. With every breath the strong scent
of rubber filled her nostrils, matching the equally filling rubber phallus
tickling the back of her throat.
The feeling of cool air blowing across her naked skin quickly brought her to
alertness. She became aware of a painful ache deep in her behind, and realised
that her drug-induced dreams had been more than random nightmares. She tried to
see herself to verify the disturbing memories, but the strap continued to defeat
her, keeping her head flat against the bench.
"Ready, my lovely?" said the woman standing above her. Moira... the name came to
Cassandra suddenly, bringing with it memories of being attacked in her office.
"I would have liked to simply shorten your legs by a few dozen centimetres,"
Moira said conversationally, taking no notice of the horrified look that came
over her victim as she began removing the straps binding her to the bench.
"But he specified that you are to keep your limbs intact... for now." Moira
seemed almost wistful as she related this to Cassandra, who was not comforted by
the quick addition to her fate.
The last strap came free, releasing her head. Cassandra tried to sit up,
hampered by the lack of flexibility in her arms. Each of her limbs had been
doubled back and locked tight into a skin-coloured sheath. The glint of steel
peeking from between her smoothly shaven labia caught her eye, wrenching a
whimper from her throat as yet another aspect of her dreams was confirmed.
It was the long, snake-like extrusion coiled between her legs that made her
heart sink. Now that she was aware of it, Cassandra could feel its' invisible
end buried deep in her rectum, every ribbed inch of it stretching her wide. She
had little doubt now that the hazy memories of stomach-cramping enemas had been
dreams.
She felt a pull on the collar encircling her neck, urging her to slide off the
bench. Cautiously, like the newborn puppy she was modelled after, Cassandra slid
onto all fours, her artificial tail hanging limply between her legs. The smooth
orbs of her breasts jiggled as she righted herself, prompting her to wonder if
she would ever wear a bra again.
Stop thinking negative, Cassandra chastised her self. It won't take long before
the police work out something is wrong.
"Come, lovely," Moira said down at her, like one would address a nervous animal.
When Cassandra failed to move, Moira rewarded her with a gentle smack to her
unprotected behind.
"Don't worry," Moira cooed. "Just do what I say and you'll soon begin to enjoy
yourself."
Cassandra glared up at Moira silently, putting all the hatred and revulsion she
felt into a single stare. She had little choice to comply, but she swore never
to enjoy herself; never submit.
Satisfied, Moira began walking slowly. Cassandra had little choice but to
follow, each halting step reminding her of the rubber intruder filling her back
passage. Her elbows and knees had pads for her to walk on, making her journey
across the tiled floor of the new bathrooms relatively painless.
Moira halted outside one of the shower stalls, its' door-less entrance giving
her an excellent view of the naked boy gagged and tied spread-eagle across its
floor. What made Cassandra shudder with horror was the two equally naked blonde
girls, completely free except for the chains joining their ankles to his, who
were writhing on top of him.
One girl lay on her back above the boy, his chin touching the back of her head
which was buried between the thighs of the second girl straddling her face. As
Cassandra watched, the top girl lay forwards with a look of almost primal hunger
on her petite face, taking the aroused teenagers entire length into her mouth.
Cassandra looked away in disbelief as the boy shuddered underneath the two
girls, his eyes fixed upon the denuded pussy in front of his eyes. She blocked
out the moaning coming from the three, fixing her hate-filled gaze upon her
captor.
"Don't hate me yet," Moira said with a smile that spoke of more to come. And
there was.
By the time Moira had led her around the bathroom, Cassandra had become almost
numb to the world around her. At first she had identified each of the people
Moira showed her, letting the association fuel the rage that burned within her.
It had been the girl Moira had imprisoned within the transparent top of a table
that had crushed her spirit.
She had seen exactly when the girls' last shred of hope was lost. Her naked body
spread for the world to see, Cassandra watched the fear in the girls' pale blue
eyes be replaced by a look of utter hopelessness as they recognised each-other.
Afterwards, she no longer tried to identify the orphans, distancing her self
from the images that were paraded before her.
Moira stopped outside what resembled a rubber cot and unclipped her leash. Some
small part of Cassandra was still curious as to its' contents, but her viewpoint
revealed nothing.
"Up we go," Moira said as one would address a pet, reaching down and lifting the
fully grown woman into the air.
Cassandra was momentarily stunned by the strength displayed; Moira showed only
the slightest effort as she set her new puppy-girl down inside.
Cassandra looked around her prison with trepidation, her curiosity long gone.
The cot was a rectangle of blue rubber, roughly the size of a single bed. The
walls and floor glistened with lubrication, as did the two naked occupants who
were curled up at the opposite end.
Cassandra found it hard to recognise the hairless Alexis, especially with her
swollen breasts and the look of utter contentment on her face. The girl sucking
hungrily at Alexis' breast turned to look at her, eyes narrowing in jealousy.
Carefully Kate drew closer to Alexis, covering the girls' other breast with her
body as she continued to feed.
"Now, now," Moira chastised from above. "You can't have both of them."
Obediently Kate moved back, her mouth never leaving the engorged flesh.
"Now my lovely, it's time for your lunch," Moira cooed, reaching down to unlock
the gag.
Cassandra coughed and retched as the dildo was removed from her throat; she had
gotten used to its strangely comforting presence. It had been once less orifice
Moira could stick unpleasant things in.
"I'm going to kill you for this," Cassandra swore once her coughing subsided.
Moira simply laughed, reaching down and collecting her tail with one hand.
"Be a good girl and eat up," she cooed, urging Cassandra forwards with the
opposite hand.
"You're not serious!" Cassandra looked up at her in disbelief. She would
never...
Moira gave Cassandra's "tail" a sharp yank, sending pain shooting through her
anus as the fully inflated plug surged in her behind.
"Yow!" Cassandra yelped, loosing her carefully maintained balance and falling to
the floor. Her breasts mashed against the slick surface as her legs went out
from underneath her, coating her belly in the slippery lubricant as she
struggled to regain her position. When she climbed to her feet she was fighting
back tears, determined not to give in.
"Do it," Moira said, her voice loosing its caring tone.
When Cassandra still refused, she yanked harder. Once again, the
ex-head-mistress climbed to her feet sobbing brokenly, her tears mingling with
the jelly-like substance below her. Fearful of more humiliating punishment,
Cassandra reluctantly approached the two girls, her eyes locked on the waiting
nipple.
She halted over Alexis, her mouth inches from the girls' pale flesh. She wanted
nothing more than to refuse, but she feared the unknown punishments that Moira
could dish out to her. She had a brief image of herself imprisoned within a
tabletop, just like... she forced the girls name from her head.
Crying in defeat, she slid forwards and closed her mouth over the erect nipple.
"Suck it now," Moira told her, voice dripping with dire consequences.
Cassandra shuddered as she took a deep breath and drew on the warm flesh. She
tasted the warm liquid that issued from the teen, Moira's gentle hand on her
back stopping her from recoiling in disgust.
"Good girl," Moira told her approvingly as she watched the woman's collared
throat pulse as she swallowed.
Everything is going well, she thought to herself.
Julie waited impatiently in Simeon's office, standing by the fire that burned
warm against the back of her naked legs. She studied the large, silent
Television screen that was set into the wall opposite the desk, intrigued by the
reflective silver-blue surface of the outer edges.
Simeon sat at his desk, watching the screen patiently. He gave Julie a quick
glance, forcing himself not to stare at the pale curves of her legs, or trace
them upwards to imagine what hid beneath the shirt hanging loosely from her
shoulders. It was dangerous for him to entertain such thoughts about her. The
research he had done last night indicated that not only did the girls' past have
some question marks about it, Julie knew nothing of them.
"Good morning Sir," chimed a female voice.
Julie turned in surprise as the TV sprang to life, the smiling face and loosely
covered upper body of a young girl appearing. Her sparkling blue eyes and
childish smile was surrounded by waves of curly blonde hair that made her look
extremely young, but the size of the breasts that strained against the flimsy
white fabric of her top made Julie estimate her to be at least 18.
"How are you today, Becky?" Simeon asked pleasantly.
"I'm good, Sir," Becky responded with a grin and a strange accent. "What can I
do for you?"
"I'd like to talk to the Council," Simeon told her.
"Yes Sir," Becky said, her smile fading slightly when she realised that he
didn't want to simply talk. She leant forward to touch something out of view,
knowingly giving Simeon an eyebrow-raising view of her ample cleavage. Julie saw
her give him a quick wave before the screen went blank.
"You know her?" Julie asked once she was sure the girl was gone.
"We've met a few times," Simeon said offhandedly.
The screen blinked to life, revealing a woman seated in the middle of the
screen. She looked extremely bored as she glanced up from resting her head on
the table in front of her. Julie blinked at the woman's low-cut top, the smooth
globes of flesh straining to break free of the dark-blue fabric confining them.
Julie smoothed her shirt down, suddenly self-conscious of her own state of
undress.
"Simeon!" the woman exclaimed, sitting up straight. "I wasn't expecting you to
call."
"I wasn't expecting you to answer, Nyssa," he replied.
"Everyone is out for lunch, meaning I get to stay behind for calls like this."
She seemed less than happy with the assignment.
"I'm sure Becky can keep things together whilst you eat."
"Becky would have them licking her feet if I let her," Nyssa told him. "Did she
tell you about her punishment?"
"Punishment?" he asked, interested. Nyssa chuckled.
"She was teasing one of the Masters," she explained. "She seems to think that
since she works here, she's better than anyone else."
"I'm sure she'll enjoy being reminded of her station. Anyway, that's not my
reason for calling." He glanced at Julie.
Julie stepped away from the fireplace and came to stand beside Simeon, slightly
annoyed at having to leave its warmth.
"This is Julie..."
"Hi," Julie interrupted as Nyssa's eyes fell upon her disinterestedly.
"She's an orphan," Simeon explained.
"You've decided to adopt?" she asked semi-seriously, ignoring the frown she
earned from Julie.
"No," Simeon said flatly.
"She's pretty, maybe you should think about it."
"Hello," Julie said loudly, growing annoyed with being ignored. "I'm right
here."
"She doesn't know when to be quiet either," Nyssa said disapprovingly, causing
Julies' frown to deepen.
"Maybe you should look closer," Simeon said, annoyance edging into his voice.
Julie shifted uncomfortably as Nyssa leant forward to look at her. She felt like
she was on display, like a rare animal... or a freak.
"You're a Mistress?" Nyssa asked, looking confused. Julie nodded.
"Then how..." Nyssa trailed off, her eyes widening in surprise.
"How interesting," she said, leaning back in her chair.
Julie met her gaze with a glare, holding back from asking just what Nyssa saw.
The mysterious attitude of everyone that met her was getting extremely
frustrating.
"Moira is here too," Simeon said grimly, interrupting the staring match
occurring between the two women.
"I wondered where she'd turn up," Nyssa said, running a hand through her dark
brown hair.
"I'm not going to sleep tonight, am I?" she asked rhetorically.
"She's been recruiting from the local orphanage," Simeon told her.
"Shit, don't tell me this now," Nyssa protested. "We have enough trouble here as
it is. Those self-styled 'Sons of Shadow' have been causing havoc..."
Nyssa trailed off as the other Council members returned from lunch, their muted
conversation barely audible to Julie. Nyssa reached underneath the desk, causing
the camera to zoom out to include the entire room.
Julie wondered just how they managed to get any work done, judging by their
clothing, or lack thereof. Some of their outfits' resembled things she had seen
in Samantha's closet the day before; others Julie couldn't imagine wearing.
"Let me do the talking," Simeon advised her in a low voice. Julie shrugged, not
sure what she was doing here in the first place.
"I'd like to introduce Julie," Simeon said when everyone was seated.
Julie smiled uncertainly as all eyes fell upon her, uncomfortable with being the
centre of attention.
"She's an orphan," Simeon told them, "so she needs someone to acknowledge her."
"Can't she speak for herself?" a dark haired man asked, the completely black
outfit he was wearing giving him a disturbing appearance.
"She knows nothing of our ways," Simeon replied coolly.
"Then perhaps she should learn and do her own begging."
Simeon touched Julies' side with a gloved hand to stop her angry retort. She
settled for crossing her arms and glaring at him. It didn't escape her notice
that the other Council members didn't appear to share his opinion.
"What do you want?" Simeon asked, keeping his voice neutral.
"How about proof of her status?" the man replied.
"Take off your shirt," Simeon said in a low voice, turning to Julie.
"What?" she asked incredulously.
"Take off your shirt. They want proof, so show them your mark... You do have
one?"
"Yes... but I have no bra," she protested, her face warming. She glanced at the
expectant faces on the screen.
"Take off the entire thing. If you show you're not ashamed, it'll look good for
you," Simeon said after a moment.
"Well?" the man called.
Julie took a deep breath, and then tugged the shirt up and over her head.
Defiantly, she threw it to the ground and turned to face the screen, arms
crossed beneath her breasts. She stood still, trying not to shiver as she glared
at the dark-haired man, daring him to say something.
The necklace sat nestled between the smooth orbs of her breasts, casting a
slight purple glow between them. The gold figures shone with reflected light,
their nudity overshadowed by hers.
The silence that greeted her display was worse than any comment. She could feel
their eyes roaming across her body, appraising, judging; it was an effort to
stand still and bear it.
"You know nothing about your parents?" Nyssa said suddenly, breaking the
silence.
Julie glanced uncertainly at Simeon. His expression was unreadable.
"Only that my mother died giving birth," Julie told them. "No-one knew her name
or my fathers'."
"I will acknowledge you," Nyssa said suddenly, bowing her head slightly.
Disturbed by the shocked expressions and uncertain of how to respond, Julie
repeated the gesture back, sending her necklace swinging.
"You can put your shirt back on now," Simeon told her, staring at Nyssa in
surprise.
Julie sighed with relief, crouching down to collect the discarded garment.
"Can you talk to the maids for me?" Simeon asked. "Keep them from going crazy."
Julie stood with a nod, glad of an excuse to leave. The whole "ceremony" had
left her with more questions than answers, and apparently someone who didn't
like her.
"Julie," Nyssa called suddenly. "Your mothers' name... her name was Kelly."
"Thanks," Julie said after a moment, one of her questions answered.
Simeon gave her a warning look; now was not the time to ask about her family.
She glanced painfully at the screen, wanting to ask a dozen questions. Who was
her father; why was she supposed to be dead; who the hell was Moira?
Instead she left the room, her questions unanswered. Pausing outside, she slid
one hand into her shirt and drew out her necklace. Perhaps I should have
mentioned it, she thought to herself.
With a shrug she replaced it. It was hard to miss, and they all had to have seen
it. After all, it was only a necklace.
Samantha sat in the police station, huddled in a blanket provided by a kindly
officer. It isn't every day you find a naked teenage girl bound to a mechanised
pleasure device right above a crime scene, and the officers had taken a
suspiciously long time to disable it.
A female officer came over and grudgingly gave her a mug of hot chocolate to
drink, her eyes flickering distastefully over the collar encircling Sam's neck.
Samantha had expected the police yesterday, but they had never come. Instead,
the break-in went un-noticed until a street-cleaner had uncovered the body lying
in the snow outside.
Things had gone quickly downhill from there. The broken glass amidst the fallen
snow brought the police inside the store, where they had discovered the ruins of
Evan and Julies' short-lived battle. It had been quickly established that this
was no ordinary crime scene; they only had to see the remains of the
gang-members to work that out.
"Samantha, do you want to tell us what happened?" one of the older officers
asked, sitting down uncomfortably close to her. She sighed, taking a sip from
the drink.
"Some men came into the store and... tied us up," she said slowly. "There were
two other girls, Julie and Susan... from the orphanage."
"Do you know why they came after you?" he asked.
"They were... angry with Julie about something."
"And how did they die?"
Samantha took a sip from the drink, staying silent. She knew this was one secret
that they shouldn't know. Telling her own theories about Evan would probably end
up with her in a nut-house.
"Did someone come and help?" he prodded.
"Master came and helped us," Sam told him after a long pause.
The policeman raised an eyebrow, whilst in the background Sam heard the female
officer mutter "Slut" under her breath.
"I see," the officer said dubiously. "And... what did 'Master' do?"
"He killed them... with his hands," Sam told him, nervous about revealing any
more.
"Samantha... those men look like they've been doused with acid. Do you want to
tell me the truth?"
"Master killed them with his touch," she said matter-of-factly.
"You do know that's impossible," the officer said, giving her a look that
questioned her sanity.
"Obviously it isn't," she snapped, putting the mug down beside her.
She knew they would work everything out eventually; all they needed was a
blood-test.
"Give me a knife," she said suddenly, much to the officers' surprise.
"You're not getting a knife," he said flatly, looking at her as if she was
suddenly dangerous.
"Fine, don't give me one." Before they could stop her, she raised an arm to her
mouth and bit down hard.
"Mm!" she grunted, quickly drawing blood. She then showed the injury to the
stunned officers clustered around her.
"Fuck," one of them said breathlessly.
"It took a few weeks before I could do this," she explained, her voice tense
with concentration as the skin slowly knitted together again.
One of the officers left the room hastily; moments later she heard him picking
up a phone and the rapid tapping of buttons.
Samantha sighed, picking up her mug again. It was going to be a long day.
Her memories were hazy, filled with thoughts of horror and disbelief. She
clearly remembered the sharp, acidic taste of the gas that had filled her lungs
with every breath, and then they broke apart into incomplete sensations and
words; the buzz of a shaver; gagging on a rubber tube, something hard being
inserted into her vagina.
The warm liquid that Moira had laid her paralysed body in had hardened and
become almost transparent, capturing her naked beauty for the world to see. Once
her limbs had woken up, she had discovered that the substance was soft and
squishy, allowing her to move slightly within its confinement.
At least I can be comfortable until someone rescues me, she had reasoned early
on, trying to control her rising fear of being buried alive.
And so she had lain, trapped tears blurring her vision, as her captor had
demonstrated the functions of the various tubes and devices that had been
inserted into her body. She remembered the muffled sound of her trapped screams
as pain lanced through her loins, and the smiling face of her captor holding the
small black control that now governed her life.
She opened her eyes, feeling someone sit down on top of her. She looked
fearfully up at the man above, and was surprised to see that he was watching
with an almost guilty expression. Her fear peaked as she saw the black object
sitting in his hand, breathing shallowly as she imagined the pain that awaited
her.
The warm buzzing in her pussy was totally unexpected. She looked at him
suspiciously, fearing that any moment the pleasure would turn into horrible
agony, but instead it increased, eliciting a groan from her trapped lips.
She tried to smile up at him, grateful for anything to alleviate the terror that
filled every moment of her life. He put down the control and gave her a weak
smile, before sliding off the edge of her table and disappearing from her
limited field of view.
Perhaps being trapped inside a table top isn't all bad, she told herself,
breathing deeply from the tubes plugging her nostrils.
It wasn't hard for Julie to find the maids; they were sitting in a small group
outside the now empty kitchen. Seeing her alone, they stood up and clustered
protectively around the poor maid that Susan had left with. Julie felt strange
at being able to instil so much fear by her presence.
"Oh please," she said in exasperation. "Do you really think I came here for
revenge?"
The maids glanced at each other nervously.
"What do you want?" the closest girls asked.
"I want to... to help," Julie said.
The girl sniffed, crossing her arms over her white uniform.
"You can help us?" She looked at Julie doubtfully. "If you didn't notice, we're
all permanently chaste."
"I thought she didn't... do it to all of you?" Julie asked in mild surprise.
"They were the smart ones; they walked out of here."
"How many of you have infections?" Julie asked, an idea forming.
"Too many," the girl said grimly, pressing her thighs together sympathetically.
As a group the girls seemed to decide Julie wasn't going to try and exact
vengeance upon the innocent maid. They relaxed and spread out across the hall.
"You're a Mistress?" the girl asked, apparently the groups unofficial leader.
"That's right."
"We bought some cream that is supposed to help with the infections," the lead
girl said. "But it doesn't work since we can't... remove them."
"Can you... help us?" she asked, uncertainly.
"Are we going to do this in the hallway?" Julie asked after a moment, smiling
slightly.
After a short debate they all followed Julie to her room; the small room feeling
cosy with a dozen girls in it.
A short brunette, Lilly, was volunteered to go first. She was quivering with
fear as she sat down on the edge of the bed, watching as Julie approached. She
put a hand on Lilly's chest and pushed gently, getting her to lie back.
Lilly went crazy when Julie lifted her skirt, kicking and screaming in an
attempt to get Julie away. The other girls were forced to hold her down as Julie
tugged free the girls' plain white panties, exposing her angry and swollen sex.
Her hatred burning at what Moira had indirectly done to these girls', Julie
cupped Lilly's sex in both hands, the girls' returning hair tickling the palm of
her hand. Lilly froze, whimpering at the intimate touch.
There was a tense moment when Julie wondered if she could do anything for Lilly,
uncertain whether the warmth she felt was from Lilly or her own.
Lilly shuddered, mewling as she spread her legs wider and pressed her sex
against the warmth that radiated from Julies' touch.
The young Mistress concentrated harder, moving one hand so that she could slip
her fingers between the warm metal piercing the girls tender flesh. Her
confidence growing, Julie hooked one finger around the highest piece of metal,
urging the soft skin surrounding it to change.
Lilly groaned and lifted her hips into the air as Julie began to draw the first
piercing from its home, skin flowing around it like water. Julie could feel
herself growing weaker as the piercing came free in her fingers, skin closing up
behind it.
In a snap decision Julie moved her hands onto Lilly's thighs and pushed her into
the middle of the bed, climbing up as she did. Her mouth closed over Lilly's
sex, her tongue probing between the remaining metal as Lilly squirmed underneath
her. The taste of Lilly seemed to push back the lethargy that was creeping into
her limbs, nothing like a simple kiss with Susan though.
Julie was vaguely aware of the tension in the maids surrounding her, most of her
concentration focused upon working the metal bars free with her tiring tongue.
Lilly came several times before all the bars were removed, her liquids coating
Julies' face and the sheets below.
Exhausted, Julie slid back and rolled over onto her back, staring up at the
plain white roof. She closed her eyes, hoping that they would just go away.
"Thank you," she heard Lilly say distantly. She felt the girl moving on the bed.
"Are you okay?" Lilly asked from above, looking down at Julies' ashen face.
"Very tiring," Julie said weakly. "I'll be fine."
She could hear the maids talk amongst themselves for a moment, but was too tired
to pay attention to what they said. It soon became apparent when she felt them
lifting her up and pulling the covers back, gently tucking her into bed.
Julie felt them leaving and sighed, shifting to get herself comfortable. It took
a moment to register that she wasn't alone. One eye opened lazily, spotting
Lilly sitting on the floor by the door.
"We were worried for you," she explained with an uncertain smile.
"Get Susan," Julie whispered, closing her eyes again.
Lilly frowned, but stood up obediently and stuck her head out the doorway.
Apparently there were more maids outside. Julie slowly remembered that they had
nothing better to do.
So very tired, she thought, wondering where Susan was.
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Thanks to Red Eva for proof-reading and ideas for the story.
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