"Summer in Paradise" by Fox
Chapter 14
Cowering in her corner, the nurse was all but forgotten as Cassandra
started the process that would turn Summer into Angelita's bedroom slave.
Marissa knew that pain was going to be an essential element - Summer had too
many wires connected to too many ultra-sensitive body parts for any other
purpose. As well, she knew that Cassandra used electroshock, maybe not on a
regular basis but frequently enough that most of the ranch's inhabitants feared
receiving a summons from her.
The virtual reality helmet was an interesting twist though, she thought.
She wondered what images Cassandra would be showing the helpless girl, and how
that would tie in with the shock treatment. Clearly some form of behaviour
modification was contemplated, but as a professional nurse, she had to wonder if
that would have a long-term effect. Of course, the witch Angelita could always
send the girl back for future programming and re-education, assuming the girl
lived long enough.
Marissa squatted quiet as footstool, watching and listening. Although
the girl would gasp and groan, apparently in pain, she hardly moved at all. The
nurse wondered just what drugs Cassandra had used to render her victim so
helpless. Her Mistress Cassandra was truly a spider-woman, with a very potent
bite.
Spider bite, that was it, the nurse realized. Mistress Cassandra had
incorporated some form of neurotoxin in the drugs given the girl. Puffer fish,
maybe? Marissa shuddered to think of how painful the recovery process was going
to be for the girl in the chair. First she would be unable to move, and only
barely conscious. As she slowly came to, she would begin to be aware of her
surroundings, but if Mistress had added hallucinogens and hypnotics, well, who's
to say what that reality would be? As the drugs wore off, and especially the one
that induced the catatonic state, the girl's pain would be enormous. It would
start with her skin feeling like fire ants were all around, then burning itching
pain as all her nerve endings slowly came back to life....To be touched, even
ever so lightly at that time would make even Superman scream.
I'm glad it's her and not me, she thought. Very glad indeed.
Because that would just be the beginning of the fires of hell.
She could imagine some of the things Cassandra might do. Clamps,
floggers, pinching, pins and needles, sure, but even a feather could become an
almost lethal device when you're that susceptible to pain. She knew from
watching and participating that her Mistress was a very skilled practitioner of
chemicals and brainwashing techniques. She remembered her own experiences early
on, the ones designed to ensure she would be totally and permanently loyal to
Cassandra: the whipping, the bondage. But it was the white room she feared the
most.
It wasn't a room, more like a closet, or even more properly, a white
seamless cylinder that was either so brightly lit you had to squeeze your eyes
shut against the light or it was so dark you could not imagine light ever
existed.
The white room. Marissa still had nightmares about that place. She had
been allowed to work in the infirmary. Then, one day, she had made the Big
Mistake. She was just making conversation, she just wanted to know where the
soldier patient was from, that's all, but Mistress Cassandra caught her breaking
one of the rules - no communication with anyone admitted to the infirmary.
Big mistake. Mistress had had her slapped in irons so tight she still
had the bruises, then frog-marched down to the hall to one of the laboratories.
Marissa was strapped to a frame and flogged. She screamed, she cried, and still
the blows rained down on her until she was so bruised and sore it hurt to feel
the breeze across her skin. She had fainted more than once. Each time she was
snapped back into consciousness, then a different part of her anatomy was
flogged until she fainted.
Her head was yanked up by her hair, a funnel thrust in her mouth, and
some foul tasting concoction poured down her throat. The last thing Marissa was
aware of before the drug induced blackness set in, was being untied from the
whipping frame and dragged down the hallway once more.
When she woke up, she was in the brightest room she could imagine. It
was like standing in a beam of pure light: top, bottom, all around her was
totally brightly white. She tired to look down, but found she could not lower
her chin. She had some kind of neck corset keeping her head up. Her range of
movement was severely limited by the neck corset too. It was strange, for it
seemed as if the rest of her wasn't tied down in any way, but neither could she
move. There appeared to be a rod or pipe running down behind her head, attached
to the neck corset, and she guessed it was also attached in some way around her
waist. And her waist was tightly constricted - she could feel the compression
against her lower ribs, almost to her breasts. Her lower body seemed to be
dangling in air, although she could reach down with her toes and touch a smooth
bottom to her cell. There was no way for her to raise her hands. She tried but
her hands were encased in rubber mitts, and the mitts were fastened to the
sides. Anyway, the chamber was just too small to allow her movement much beyond
a flexing of her elbows, wrists and other joints.
All in all, she was stuck like a bee in a honeycomb in the centre of the
sun.
It was warm in this cell. She could feel it getting warmer as the lights
continued to blaze. She had to squeeze her eyes shut and even then, the world
was bright, only red instead of white.
"Help?" she asked. Her voice was soft, without any trace of echo at all.
She tried yelling louder. It sounded much the same.
Marissa had screamed and yelled herself hoarse, and had only hurt her
throat. No one came to see what was happening, not a sound in reply. Only her
heart beating and breath whistling in the tiny bright white space.
She tried to measure time by counting heartbeats, but gave up. Time was
meaningless here. It didn't count; it had no value, no worth in a microcosmic
universe of bright white light and immobility.
She had to pee, and that bothered her. She could not move but for a few
centimeters. She certainly could not squat to relieve herself and as to cleaning
herself after, that was totally out of the question. She waited, distracting her
physical urge with mental games, concentrating on not having to urinate.
It was the shame she felt when the hot golden liquid first trickled down
her inner thigh, then gushed as her bladder voided itself, that hurt the moist.
She had not peed herself like that since she was 3 years old. The acidic flow
stung where it drizzled over her whipped and broken skin.
In retrospect, Marissa decided that some sort of electrical contact was
made when her urine puddled at the bottom of the cell. The urine closed a switch
that caused the lights to go off. All in all it was very clever, she mused. She
had been isolated and feeling almost smothered in brightness, prayed for relief
from the interminable light. When she could no longer hold back on a basic
bodily function, she got what she asked for - darkness.
Blackness in a honeycomb cell was unlike anything she had experienced in
her life. It was not just dark, it was completely, totally, absolutely dark.
There was no chance pinpoint of light, no varying shades of darkness, just a
complete and total absence of anything and everything.
She could not move, could not see, could not talk to anyone, could not
hear anyone - she was in absolute darkness in every sense.
Without the light, the temperature in the cell began to drop. Or maybe
it was her nerves that began to crumble, but no matter, all she remembered was
how she began to feel colder and colder, and more and more alone and afraid. She
shivered and trembled and begged for relief for assistance, for some sort, any
sort of human contact.
All she received in reply was water.
It was the water that had truly frightened her beyond rational thought.
She gasped in surprise when it first touched her toes. The water was
warm, warmer than the air in the cell. But where had it come from? She could not
remember hearing anything to indicate that something was being placed in the
cell with her. But then, she had been screaming and crying so loudly ...
The water slowly trickled higher, over her toes, lapping at her instep,
before rising to drench and finally immerse her ankles. The thought ran unbidden
into her mind. Was this how she was going to die? Was she to drown like some
kind of bug in a jar?
Her knees, her thighs became wet as the water slowly rose in the cell
like the red liquid in a thermometer on a warm day. Her tears, born of horror
and frustration, dripped down her cheeks and joined the rising tide. Anxiety
grew faster than the water. If she was to drown like a trapped rat, if she was
to die like this, she wished it would hurry up and happen.
When the level reached her waist, and stopped, the tears and terror
broke forth like the shattering of a levee in springtime.
She did not know how long she remained in the absolute blackness, waist
deep in water, helpless. It could have been five minutes, it could have been
five hours, there was no way of knowing. All she knew was fear.
The nurse shivered at the memory. God forbid, she would never, ever want
to experience anything like the white room again! She would rather suffer
physical torture than go back to that horrid place.
It came to her that the girl on the chair would sooner or later find
herself an insect in an all white cell. The nurse crossed herself and offered a
quick prayer.
Cassandra took that precise moment to look back over her shoulder to the
corner of the room. At Marissa. And smiled.
"Oh God, Mistress saw me?" the nurse wailed in her mind. Panic flooded
in. She was terrified that Mistress would think she had misbehaved, but she had
done exactly what Mistress told her to do, and she had been good, and she sucked
the Captain dry just as Mistress instructed before he arrived, and, and ...
Cassandra turned back to adjusting dials and monitoring Summer.
"Perhaps my Captain," she began, "we will play with the little slut in
the corner soon. Would you like that, my Captain?"
He reached over and like a lover, ran his hand down Cassandra's cheek.
"Perhaps we will, Cassie, we'll have some fun with her, and then," he
smiled as she kissed his palm, "And then you and I will enjoy some time to
ourselves, too, hmm?"
"But what about Angelita ..." Cassandra's voice trailed off.
"Fuck Angelita. I'll send her off on a training exercise, or some other
excuse."
Cassandra was almost purring as she rubbed herself against him. "You
could always give her to me, you know,"
He laughed. "You'd like that, wouldn't you."
Cassandra just smiled, and turned back to her monitors.
Marissa had been suspended in the pitch-black capsule, half her body
immersed in water, for an untold amount of time. Her mind was wandering, panic
haven given way to desperation, and almost hopelessness. She squeezed her eyes
shut, her jaws clamping in pain as the lights suddenly came back on. Once more
she was drowning in bright light. After the seemingly interminable darkness, the
light was at the same time a torment and a relief.
She had just managed to develop some focus when the light went out.
The water rose higher against her waist. One inch, two inches, until it
touched the underside of her breasts.
The light came on. The water flow stopped. Then blackness. More water.
She screamed her terror, her frustration, and her anguish.
The light came on. And the water continued to rise. Now her breasts were
submerged in the warm liquid. She tried to look down, but the neck corset
blocked the movement and her peripheral vision just wasn't quite good enough.
Her neck was sore from being held in the stiff position for so long, but that
was the least of her concerns. Now she could not only feel the water, she could
smell it, and it stank of her death.
Wait! Someone was screaming! Was that someone who had heard her? Was she
to be rescued? Then, in a tiny corner of her battered mind, she realized that it
was she who had been screaming all along.
The water was at her neck, when it stopped.
And she was plunged into blackness once more.
She waited, frightened, wondering.
Nothing. No light. No sound.
She screamed, to feel a slow trickle of water over the neck corset and
touch her chin. The level was rising again! She panicked, not wanting to drown,
screaming, kicking, thrashing, and only succeeded in making her face wet with
the splashes she caused.
Its wet kiss touched the sloping skin beneath her lips. And still it
rose higher, deeper, touching her mouth.
Marissa choked as it splashed into her throat when she screamed. She
tilted her head as far back as the neck corset would allow, keeping her nose and
mouth out of the water so she could breathe.
The wet blackness consumed her.
She took shallow gasping breaths, the sound flat in the overwhelming
blackness. Her chest heaved with coughing. She realized she had fainted from the
terror and almost drowned. But now, something was different. The water - the
water didn't seem to be as deep as it had been. In fact, she thought it had
dropped a fair bit - yes, it had, it was no longer chin deep, and migod, it was
draining out! She was not going to drown after all!! Oh Mistress, I've learned
my lesson, she cried, I'll never disobey you again, never, ever, just let me
free from here, don't let me die here ...
The water continued to drain from the cylinder, the level receding from
her shoulders to her breasts, from her breasts to her waist, and then, with a
sudden rush, from her knees down the unseen hole through which it rushed to who
knows where.
To her amazement, the capsule began to tilt backward. Slowly she was
placed in a supine position. Then, it began to rotate forward, turning her 180
degrees, until she was dangling face down. The light came on and she could see
a little ball of water rolling in the smooth concavity of the capsule. She
watched it as best she could as it ran down the side out of sight as she was
once again turned 180 degrees, back to a supine position. She no longer cared
which way she faced, however, she just wanted out so she could say how sorry she
was to her Mistress.
There was a hiss, and she caught a whiff of some foreign smell, but that
was all she could recall of her experience. The next thing she knew, she was
back in the lab, naked and strapped to the red leather chair.
Just like the other girl was now.
Not a good place to be, but still, there are worse places.
Marissa shivered, knowing that things were unfolding here, that she had
a part to play in them, but just what was coming next?
And would she survive to see the final curtain come down?
"So, lover man, would you like to see what she is seeing?"
The Captain looked at Cassandra. "You can do that?" he asked.
She smiled and pressed a button on the panel in front of her. A monitor
beside the chair flicked to life.
The images on the screen rivaled the murals in the brothels of Pompeii.
Two women, three, even four women, locked together in combinations that boggled
the Captain's imagination.
"Right now, she is receiving some very positive sensations. She will
associate them with the Sapphic behaviours she is watching on the virtual
reality goggles. In fact, she thinks she is part of all this, and is being
fucked every which way by these women. But when I do this ... " Cassandra made
some adjustments on the panel before her "... things change."
The screen dissolved through the women into a new tableau, a man with an
immense erection plunging it into an unwilling female partner. Simultaneously,
the woman in the chair groaned.
"She's just received an electrical shock from the metal dildo in her
pussy. The longer this scene goes on, the more intense the voltage. And the
shocks will hit her nipples, her ass, her pussy ... "
The girl's body jerked in the chair.
"And as the drugs slowly fade from her system, the sensations of pain
will increase dramatically."
"Couldn't she just close her eyes?"
Cassandra's throaty chuckle was a menacing sound. "No, that won't help.
The goggles are wired with a sensor that monitors how long her eyes are closed.
More than about a second and a half, and she will get an intense jolt."
"Very impressive," commented the Captain.
"The only downside is, she won't sleep well for the rest of her life.
The body memory will be expecting a shock, and she will only reach stage One
sleep."
"Stage One?"
"The shallowest of sleep levels. Not very refreshing, I'm afraid, and no
dreams."
"The Captain pondered this information. "What does that mean, Cassie?"
Cassandra looked over at the girl in the chair. "Unfortunately, she will
eventually burn out and collapse from exhaustion. Or die of chronic fatigue. Or
go mad."
She slid her lean form against the Captain's hard muscular body.
"But enough of that. I've got the program on automatic, and that means
we can play for an hour or two, " she purred. Cassandra snapped her fingers.
The nurse crawled out of the corner, and rubbed her face against the
Captain's legs.
"Shall we play, my love?" Cassandra punctuated her invitation by licking
the Captain's ear.
