"Summer in Paradise" by Fox
Chapter 13
Cassandra carefully scrutinized the immobile form before her. Satisfied
at last, she began her preparations. Vials were plucked from drawers,
exquisitely crafted metal devices lovingly withdrawn from felt lined boxes and
placed in a sterilizer, cables and tubing, all these things and more were
strategically situated throughout the room. Having selected the various tools
she desired, Cassandra strolled over to a large wood cabinet. She took a
computer "key" from her pocket, and swiped it in the lock. With a click! the
door moved less than an inch on unseen hinges. Cassandra swung the door wide and
examined the contents therein.
The closet was redolent with the heady aroma of leather and rubber. This
was where Cassandra kept some of her most prized playthings - like the black
rubber catsuit that fit so smooth over her body it almost showed her birthmarks.
It also held a myriad of straps, cuffs, plugs, gags, hoods, binders and almost
everything man has conceived as a way of binding someone. She selected a number
of items, and placed them on the table next to the chair where Summer lay.
Cassandra moved to the third wall of the room. Like the wall opposite,
this one also had cupboards and cabinets and shelves. She wheeled a stored
trolley over to a spot near Summer's head.
There was a knock on the door.
"Enter", said Cassandra crisply.
The young woman in the nurse outfit opened the door. Using her backside
to prop the door open, she pulled a serving cart into the room. Without asking
where it should go, she automatically rolled it over to a position opposite the
cart near Summer's head.
"Hook her up," ordered Cassandra. She moved around the chair to the
serving tray.
"Yes ma'am," replied the nurse. Her low heels clacked in the quiet room
as she traded places with her mistress. The young woman surveyed the equipment
on the second cart. First, she connected the power cord with an outlet in the
wall. Lights flickered and came to life. An oscilloscope beeped, green lines
appearing on the screen. She took a small vial, and turned to Summer's supine
form.
Oil drizzled from the vial across Summer's naked breasts. The nurse
trickled a trail of oil down Summer's abdomen, into the soft cleft between her
legs. She began to smooth the liquid, rubbing it in to the soft skin. Like a
masseuse, she worked the fatty tissue of Summer's breasts, but her touch was
more a lover's caress than a massage technique. She paid particular attention to
the round pink nipples. Her touch warmed the oil, causing the skin to take on a
shiny luster.
"Careful sweetheart, you're supposed to be prepping her, not
masturbating yourself."
"I'm sorry, Mistress," the nurse replied. She began to smear the oil
along Summer's smooth belly. Her fingers and palms danced lightly over the warm
soft skin. She moved lower, down the pubic mound and began to slide her hand
between Summer's legs. Leaving her left hand down between the girl's thighs, the
nurse reached for the vial with her right. With the touch of a foot pedal, the
chair began to move. Summer's legs, strapped to the chair, began to spread
apart. The nurse drizzled oil along the mound, and down the tops of Summer's
thighs, before resuming her massaging. She rubbed the hard bud that hid beneath
pink petals, and slid one finger inside the moist passage below.
Summer didn't move, didn't utter a sound. Not even her breathing
changed.
The nurse, however, gasped to feel the waistband of her slacks being
pulled back, and a warm hand slither along the crack of her butt. She didn't
lift her head, but moved her feet slightly apart, as the hand cupped her own
female core. She moaned when the hand rubbed against the tender hot flesh.
"You're very wet, Marissa," Cassandra's voice whispered in her ear.
"Perhaps I'll amuse myself with you, once she's prepped."
"If it pleases Mistress," the nurse replied hoarsely.
"It might please me to have you on that chair again, one of these days,
too."
The nurse Marissa's knees trembled at the threat. Suddenly her head was
jerked backward as Cassandra pulled on her hair. Fingers thrust themselves
inside her hidden place, just as the other hand slid around front and caressed
her throat.
"Be careful my pretty," hissed Cassandra," Remember my instructions.
Obey them to the letter. You've been warned."
"Yes Mistress," the nurse whispered. Cassandra's hand slid out of her
pants.
There was a click, and the door to the lab swung open.
"Well Cassie, I see you're hard at work."
"Captain! What a nice surprise!" Cassandra gushed, having been caught in
flagrante delecto. She patted Marissa's ass, and instructed her to leave the
room. "You can finish her later."
"Yes Mistress," the nurse said. She scurried to the door as quickly as
her leg irons would allow.
"Hold," stated the Captain. "She can stay. I'd like to watch you prep
your new subject."
The nurse stopped in her tracks, and then looked over at her mistress.
Cassandra nodded, and Marissa turned back to Summer and the chair.
Cassandra met the Captain as he crossed the small room. Placing her
hands on his chest, she stood on her toes and kissed his lips. Molding her body
into his, she slipped her arms around his back. He responded, pulling her close,
his left hand sliding down her back and cupping her buttocks.
"Mmmm," she hummed in delight at his touch.
His right hand grabbed her other cheek. Cassandra pushed her pubic bone
hard into his crotch. Like a snake on its prey, she slid one leg around his.
"I've missed you," she whispered, her lips pressing wetly against his
neck. Her hands ran up and down his back. She could feel his hardness pressing
against her through his uniform trousers. She grabbed it, cloth and all, and
made him gasp with anticipation and pleasure. She laughed throatily as she
rubbed him up and down.
"Doesn't feel like a banana," she teased, "so you must have missed me
too."
Cassandra unzipped his fly, and thrust her hand inside. His cock,
swollen with desire, was released from its khaki tent. She stroked it lovingly,
lustfully, as she slowly slid down his body.
Kneeling, she kissed the purple head, and flicked the small opening with
the tip of her pink tongue. "Did you miss me?" she said coyly.
The Captain laughed, and thrust his hips toward her face. Cassandra
opened her mouth and swallowed the man-meat. He groaned with pleasure as she
masterfully sucked his cock. Her teeth were sharp as she carefully dragged them
across the engorged flesh, making him moan even more. One hand on the base of
his cock, her mouth full of him, she looked up at his face, eyes full of
mischief and lust.
With her free hand, she beckoned the nurse to come near. The young woman
obeyed. She fell to her knees beside Cassandra.
Cool air brushed across the Captain's wet and swollen manhood as
Cassandra withdrew her mouth. With her mistress's hand on the back of her head,
the nurse Marissa brought her open mouth forward. Her lips were soft, red, wet.
Cassandra, from the other side, placed her open lips on the nurse's, capturing
the Captain's rigid cock between the two mouths. The captain groaned as tongues
flickered back and forth. .
"Don't make him come or you'll find yourself as one of my lab rats,"
whispered Cassandra as she rose to her feet. She placed both hands on the
Captain's face, and kissed him hard. Her tongue probed deep in his mouth.
Sinuously, she slid away from him and glided over to where Summer lay
still. The nurse's slurping and sucking sounds, intermingled with the Captain's
groans and moans, echoed throughout the room. Cassandra knew that her lover
would not last long with Marissa working on his cock - she had trained the woman
herself. Her oral skills were exceptional, and, as a bonus, the girl enjoyed
sucking more than fucking. This was going to prove very interesting, she mused,
for soon she would have a slave who loved to suck and a slave who loved to fuck,
and both of them would be loyal to her and only to her. No matter what Angelita
may think.
In fact, Cassandra thought, if Angie knew about her fucking the Captain,
there'd be hell to pay. And Angelita, dear sweet Angelita, who thought she was
so much better than she really was, would be the one to pay it. Cassandra would
see to that.
Yes, things were taking shape very nicely.
Cassandra listened to the moans, groans and slurps as she expertly
attached electrodes to Summer's temples, biceps, breasts, nipples, labia, inner
thighs, and soles of her feet. Taking the tangle of wires in her hand, she
plugged various leads into the appropriate receptacles on the machinery that
filled the cart. Summer was almost ready.
Two metal prongs remained on the tray, wires leading from the flat ends.
Cassandra rubbed lubricant over the narrower of the two. She spread Summer's ass
cheeks with her left hand, and began to work the gleaming metal into the
puckered opening. She twisted it slowly, forcing it past the anal ring until it
was almost completely buried inside the immobile young woman.
"There we go," Cassandra exclaimed, patting the helpless girl's exposed
pussy. "We'll save the other one for later, when you're awake."
"UNHHH!" At that precise moment, the Captain, who had been watching
Cassandra slide the prong into Summer, let out a mighty groan. Grabbing the
nurse's head with both hands, he rammed his cock hard and deep down her throat.
He pumped his hips, roughly fucking the girl's mouth. A trickle of sperm
drizzled down Marissa's face as he shot his seed.
"AAHHH!" The Captain's face was contorted with pleasure.
Smiling her wicked smile, Cassandra watched as the nurse gobbled all traces
of cum from the Captain's rapidly shrinking cock. The girl's face was flushed.
She kept one hand on the Captain's genitalia, holding them like they were
precious jewels. With her other hand, Marissa brushed her hair back from her
face. She was panting, her breasts rising and falling inside her white uniform.
"Fuck! She is good! Where did you find her, Cassie?"
"Yes, she is good, isn't she," Cassandra said as she slithered back over to
where the Captain stood. She tousled the kneeling girl's hair. "But she was not
allowed to make you cum," Cassandra added, her tone sardonic. Tangling her hands
in the girl's hair, Cassandra yanked the nurse's head back. She stared down into
the girl's eyes and smiled. "And so, I'm afraid she must be punished."
"If it pleases Mistress," the girl whispered.
"It does please Mistress," was the reply. She gestured to the far corner
of the room. "Get over there, strip, and wait for me."
"Yes Mistress", the girl said. She crawled away.
Cassandra was very aware of the man's eyes following the young girl as
she crawled away.
"Well Captain Mine," she cooed as she sidled up to the uniformed man.
"You like my little Marissa, yes? She's fun to play with, you know. She likes it
- the more pain, the more she comes." She licked the Captain's neck, just under
his chin. "Would you like to play with her some time?"
"Hmmm, sounds like fun."
"Well, maybe later," Cassandra kissed the Captain, a quick, light brush
with her lips. "Now, I have some work to do." She turned back to where Summer
lay helpless.
"Angelita has asked me to turn this little thing into a bedroom slave
for her," she explained as she hovered over several devices connected in various
ways to the chair and to Summer herself. "So, there are several steps to be
taken. First is to break her spirit, make her dependent and feeling helpless.
That was started when she first arrived."
She paused while she wheeled a device close to the chair. On top of a
large box covered with knobs, dials and switches, was what appeared to be a
football helmet. Attached to the front was a strange pair of goggles.
"Part of the process is to impose sensory deprivation, isolation, and
humiliation. Keep the subject feeling alone, helpless, and afraid."
She fitted the helmet over her captive's head, adjusting what appeared
to be ear pads before buckling it under the girl's chin. She then adjusted the
strange looking goggles over Summer's face.
"It's necessary for the subject to develop a dependence upon the
trainer, to need the trainer's approval, and to rely upon the trainer for food,
warmth, comfort, and to fear punishment or rejection by the trainer. Summer
here, has a good start on all this."
She flicked a switch on the box connected to the goggles. Selecting a
syringe from the metal dental tray, Cassandra deftly plunged the hypodermic into
a bottle, and drew some of the liquid into the needle. She poked the needle into
the girl.
"There! All set," she crowed. "Now we just have to wake for the little
darling to wake up."
"Summer, Summer, Summer ..."
The voice came from all around her, and from inside her head. Echoing,
reverberating, surrounding.
"Swim, Summer, Swim Summer, Swim, Summer ..."
"What a nice voice," she thought as she swirled and floated through the
multicoloured world in which she found herself. "She must be very nice, to have
such a nice voice. So-o-o nice ..."
"Summer, swim to me, swim to me ... to me ... me ..."
Summer floated in her gelatinous multicoloured world, feeling light as a
microbe, floating easily, comfortably, without a care in the world, just
floating, floating, floating... She could feel her body? Mind? Spirit? Soul?
Self? slowly float upward, not that that made any difference, for upward,
downward, over under, it was all the same to Summer, she just floated away,
floating, floating ...
Where am I? she wondered. Why am I? It is so pleasant here, but I can't ...
can't ... what? What can't I ? I forget. She smiled to herself, content to be
floating, floating, slowly rising to the ... surface?
"Swim, Summer ... to Me ..."
So nice. S-O-O-O-O nice. But, the Voice says swim, so I will swim ...
Huddled in the corner, the nurse Marissa could still taste the saltiness of
the Captain. She watched as her Mistress Cassandra busied herself with the naked
slut on the conditioning chair and the all-powerful Captain. Marissa knew her
Mistress well enough to know she was up to something - she was always up to
something - but the nurse had not yet figured it out. She hoped that whatever it
was, that she would still have a place in her Mistress's bed when all was said
and done.
At the same time, Marissa was jealous of the attention that naked slut was
getting from her Mistress. The Captain, well, he had power of her life and
death, but she loved Mistress Cassandra, and wanted nothing more than to please
Her. Thank God the bitch was being prepared for the witchcunt Angelita. She
still remembered the beating the wicked one had laid on her, for no reason at
all. And then, to be turned over to those two swine guards of hers! Marissa
clenched her anal ring at the memory.
She was grateful for her professional training, for that had saved her life.
While vacationing, she and another woman had decided to explore the island. They
had been cautioned against it by some of the locals, but paid no heed. They
wandered into the dense jungle mountainside, heading up and down various trails.
It was the adventure of their lives, full of mystery and excitement. They saw
magnificent birds, and heard animals moving invisibly through the undergrowth.
Carrying cell phones, confident of finding their way back, the two women pushed
their way through vines and bushes, around logs and over stony paths.
The adventure ended abruptly when the two of them ended up on their knees in
a clearing in the jungle, two soldiers in camouflage fatigues holding guns to
their heads. Her friend tried to escape - she was shot in the back and left for
dead. The soldiers had tied Marissa, fondled her - abused her, really - then
brought her silently through the jungle to a camp, where the witch Angelita
decided what was to be done.
What was done was what appeared to be standard operating procedure for those
Angelita fancied: rape, torture and finally, assessment.
Marissa was brought forward to a second encampment, where she was dumped into
a tent. Bruised, battered, she lay on her belly sobbing when the "assessor"
arrived. It was Mistress Cassandra, also in camouflage fatigues.
She had no idea what but for a rudimentary desire to survive made her blurt
out to Mistress Cassandra that she was a nurse and could help with patients and
injuries. Marissa had no idea that this lab existed, and she knew nothing about
sadomasochism, brainwashing, any of that, she just wanted to know she was going
to wake up tomorrow without having some brutish disease ridden cock inside her.
Cassandra had nodded, said something to the guards, and now here she was,
kneeling naked in a corner, very wet, eager to please and serve in any and every
way imaginable.
And there was that interloping newcomer, about to experience Mistress's
pleasures. Huh!
Lucky bitch.
"Swim Summer, Swim upward!"
Swim Summer, said the nice voice ... swim said the nice momma fish, swim ...
oop oop diddum daddum waddum shoo! Giggle. I'm swimming, look at me, I'm
swimming! Giggle.
But where am I swimming to? And how can I be swimming? I can't feel my legs
or my hands or my breasts or ...
Don't want to go... feels so nice here quiet, peaceful, so nice ...
"Swim to me Summer, come up!"
Hunh. Going up, don't want to go up, like it here. Going up to the voice
... nice voice, friendly ... like the voice ...Makes me think of ... swim swim
swimming ... nice, want to swim, like to swimmmm ...
Cassandra watched the various monitors very closely.
"She's coming out, slowly, but steadily."
"That's good?" queried the Captain.
"That's very good," she replied. "I want her focused on me, dependent on
me as she comes out of her unconscious state."
"What does that spike there mean?" The Captain pointed to a sudden jump
in one of the green lines wriggling across the small display screen.
"She's beginning to regain some feeling in her limbs." Cassandra paused
to adjust a setting. "The drugs she ingested have completely immobilized her.
She cannot move, her entire body went numb, just as if she were dead. She
couldn't feel a thing, you could poke her with a knife, she'd bleed but wouldn't
notice it, wouldn't feel it."
"The beauty is, her mind is fully active, just very disoriented by the
hallucinogens. She is aware, but so stoned, she could be on the moon for all she
knows."
"So what happens now?"
"Well, first we must bring her to a state of consciousness. Which is what is
happening right now. She is slowly becoming aware of her surroundings, but
thanks to the drugs, she will still be quite disoriented."
The Captain walked over to the supine, naked form. He peered at her goggled
face.
"This looks like a virtual reality device," he observed.
Cassandra smiled a wicked smile. "It is."
The colours and softness are all dissolving ... Where are all the
colours and softness going? They feel so nice around me ... Come back colours!
Come back!
Light, over there ... I'll just float over there ... Maybe the colours are
over there ... Swim Summer swim little fish giggle ... The light is nice ...
Look! The light is getting bigger, and it's all around me! Nice ... but feels
diff...erent ...
"Summer, pay attention ...to me ..."
There's the nice voice again. So nice ... I like her ... she sounds nice ...
but I feel so ... I felt soft and colours and nice but now I don't feel so ...
nice ... any ...
UNNHHH!
My skin, it feels like there's a million bugs crawling on it. Yech!
Why can't I move?
The light is nice, though ... Hey! That looks like me ... only I'm naked and
I'm giggle wearing some kind of funny hat and glasses giggle maybe I'm an
astronaut ... and look at the weird chair...I don't remember getting in the
chair ... must be the astronaut chair giggle ... where's my space suit? I'm not
wearing a space suit ... giggle ... I'm not wearing anything! Giggle ... Wonder
where my clothes are? Nice dress, I had a nice dress ... I don't remember
taking off my nice dress ... I don't remember ... don't ... Don't like bugs on
my skin! Want to move, don't want bugs on me, don't want to play anymore ...Got
to swat the bugs away ... get them off my skin ...
Unnhh!
That's strange ... Why can't I move?
"Summer, pay attention to me," Cassandra cooed into the microphone
headset. Her eyes locked on the LCD displays, green needles spiking like crazy,
Cassandra's voice was soft and gentle, warm and friendly. "Summer, it's all
right, Summer."
The naked girl strapped to the chair twitched and exhaled a slow puff of
air.
"It's all right Summer, trust me. You can trust me, Summer."
The spikes began to smooth, gradually assuming a less frantic pattern.
"Well, she seems to be settling down," the Captain observed. "If your
machines are any indication, that is."
"They are, my Captain, my love," Cassandra smiled. "She is very wired
in" - Cassandra waved her hand at the array of equipment before her - "EKG, EEG,
body temperature, I want to monitor just about everything she feels. All part of
the process."
The Captain pondered the various instruments near the chair, and the
assorted wires leading to strategic spots on the girl's naked body. He followed
one of the wires with his hand, tracing its path from the cold steel and plastic
box, across empty air and ultimately to the tanned, naked flesh. He rubbed his
hand along Summer's body, enjoying the feel of her flesh beneath his.
"Hmm, her body's firmer than it looks. You've kept her in good
condition, Cassie."
"Believe me my love, when I'm done, she'll be in the best shape of her
life."
The Captain slowly ran his hand across Summer's belly, drifting upward
to the underside of her breast. He could feel the rib bones beneath his hands
and he liked the feeling. Her breast was firm, smooth, and supple as he cupped
it.
"Careful you don't disturb the electrode," cautioned Cassandra. She
watched as her sensors showed the girl's body temperature rising at the man's
touch. She smiled, and reached for a switch.
"Captain?" she stated, voice flat.
He looked up, lifting his hand from the girl's breast.
Cassandra flicked the switch up, then down.
The girl grunted once then lay still.
"Didn't want to shock you too, Captain my dear," Cassandra said, her
eyes glowing with mischief. "Now if you don't mind, I'm going to start the
program. Once it's under way, we can turn our attention to that one." Cassandra
flicked her head in the direction of the nurse, naked and cowering in the
corner.
The Captain ran his hand down Summer's leg, then crossed the few feet to
Cassandra. He took the training mistress in his arms. "So what is it you plan
for this one, my evil lady friend?" he said, nipping at Cassandra's ear while
his hand kneaded her butt. Her dark, dark hair smelled like jasmine, sweet and
enticing. He sighed to feel her hand rubbing against the front of his fatigues.
"You are incorrigible," he moaned into her ear, "Do you never get
enough?"
"Never, my love my Captain, there can never be enough" she replied. "I
want it all."
"Be careful what you ask for, sweet Cassandra, for you might get it."
She snapped her head back, placing her hands on his chest, and pushing
slightly away. Her eyes were bright, inflamed with passion and lust. "I'm always
careful, " she replied, her voice throaty. "And I always get what I want."
He leaned in to kiss her throat.
"Un-un-un-uh! Later my sweet," she teased. "First there is work to do."
Cassandra pushed herself away from her lover's embrace, and turned back to the
switches and dials.
Summer tried to move, but her arms, legs, would not obey. She could see
that she was strapped down, but could not understand how four little straps
could render her completely immobile. But she could feel - oh yes, she could
feel. Her skin felt like it was going to burn away. Little smoldering prickles
of fire, all over her body, and especially where the straps held her down. She
could feel something hard between her legs, knew something was stuffed up inside
her, something that was solid, nice, filling, very pleasurable. She could feel
her lust growing by the second, she wanted that thing between her legs to move,
to wiggle, to caress her clit and make her come over and over and over with
waves of hot thick soupy pleasure that would carry her into that oh so welcome
blackness again...
Ohh! A touch. She watched a soldier stand next to her, his hand slowly
caressing her flesh. She could see him say something, but could not hear his
voice. His hand, oh! It felt so good, but it burns, it ...
UNH!
She felt the shock on her breasts, the electricity burning her like a
thousand simultaneous wasp stings. Hurt! Hurt! Hurt! , I hurt!
She was now even more aware of the thing filling her bum, it hurt but in
a pleasing way to be filled so ...The conflicting feelings were making her mind
foggy ...
Where did he go? The soldier is gone now, out of sight.
It's quiet again. No more shocks, thank God! But my skin, it's like I've
been dipped in some kind of fiery oil and I hurt all over ...
Huh? Everything is black ...
"Summer" ...
The Voice, yes it's Her! Yes, yes!
"Summer, I know you can hear me, but you can't speak, can you."
No! No! I can't and I want to speak, I want to move I want to...
"This is nice, isn't it, Summer, doesn't this feel nice?"
Oh yes! Nice, very nice! The thing in my ass, oh, it's warmer, and it's
moving and ohhh, so nice ...
OWW!
That hurt! It shocked me!
"Remember, Summer, what gives you pleasure can always give you pain, too
... but if you're good, and you pay attention, you'll get nothing but pleasure,
and wouldn't that be nice, Summer?"
"Yes, yes! Yes! Please ..."
Mmmmm, that's so nice ...it's so big! Filling me, sliding into me ...
yes, touch the clit, OH! It's so big and hard! YES! Back and forth, like that,
yes! Faster!
Colours, look at the lovely colours, flying in front of me, going round
and around and ...and that feels so nice, yes! Oh, oh! I can feel ... I'm coming
... inside me, ...oh! So good! So ...oooohhhhhhh! Yessss! Omigod, yesss!!
"So, Cassie, what's happening here?"
"To begin, she's been given a rather potent cocktail of hallucinogens
combined with a drug which causes complete physical paralysis, for a controlled
period of time, of course, and what's commonly referred to as 'truth serums",
hypnotics really. Add in a sexual stimulant, by the way - she's going to be
insatiable very shortly.
"I control all her senses - visual through the VR system, auditory through
this handy little mike which feeds into specially designed earplugs inside the
helmet, and tactile, because she can't move or resist.
"The overall effect, when combined with several weeks of deprivation,
manipulation and abuse, is the creation of a very willing subject."
"Willing to ..."
Cassandra smiled coyly at the Captain. "Willing to do anything I ask, of
course."
