Chapter 12 - Enlightenment
Julie had no idea how long she lay semi-conscious, forcing herself to stay awake
despite her exhaustion. It seemed like hours passed by before she felt the bed
move underneath her.
"Susan?" she queried weakly.
"I'm here Mi... Julie," Susan said gently, sliding in next to Julie under the
sheets.
"I overdid it again," Julie whispered.
"It's okay now, the food is here," Susan said, wriggling closer.
"You're not food," Julie said in an injured tone as she pushed herself into a
slumped sitting position, her action tugging the sheets back to expose her legs.
She could see Lilly watching silently now, sitting cross-legged on the floor.
"That's all I seem to be useful for," Susan said sadly, one hand rubbing
absently along Julies' naked thigh. "Moira fed on me, you feed on me; I don't
want to spend my life as a human snack."
Julie sighed tiredly.
"I didn't exactly picture you as my pet when we met at the Doctors either," she
said slowly, "but I can't do anything about it now."
"I know, it's not your fault. But the tattoo thing... it looks so permanent..."
Susan trailed off miserably, her eyes following her hand up and down Julies'
leg.
Silently Julie let herself slide down onto her pillow, forcing down the growing
urge within her to devour the teenage beauty in bed next to her.
Was her ownership of Susan permanent? Her image of a mistress was all black
leather and strap-on dildos - something that wasn't entirely unappealing to her
but she doubted Susan would enjoy being led around on a leash and sucking a
rubber penis.
"I wonder if I can spank you when you're naughty," Julie suddenly mused out
loud, smiling at Susan's shocked expression.
"You're in no position to spank anyone," Susan replied, ignoring the thought of
her naked buttocks squirming on Julies' lap. "You can barely move."
In response, Julie quickly rolled over onto the smaller girl, pinning her arms
underneath the sheets. Her head spun with the exertion but she forced herself to
concentrate.
"I think it's time to eat," Julie told her, using her weight to supplement her
tired muscles in holding Susan still. "...if that's okay with you?"
"I have a choice now?" Susan said, pausing in her struggles.
Julie said nothing, painfully recalling the earlier episodes when she pounced on
Susan. She felt like a thief.
After a moments thought, Susan reached up and gave Julie a kiss, her tongue
tentatively probing against Julies' lips.
Julie returned it hungrily, her tongue tasting Susan's mouth as her hand
explored down between their bodies. Her thumb found the waist of her panties and
pulled them down.
"You haven't got that belt any more," Julie noted as their mouths parted.
Susan stiffened, her tongue still protruding slightly from between her lips.
"Do you have to? Can't we just... kiss?" Susan looked uncertainly up at her
Mistress.
"You didn't have a problem yesterday," Julie said teasingly. Susan just blushed
and looked away.
"If you belong to me..." Julie said uncertainly as she felt for Susan's top.
"...then this is like playing with your self."
Susan shifted uncomfortably.
"I... I don't do that," she admitted, looking away.
"You've never touched yourself?" Julie asked in surprise as she tugged Susan's
flimsy top free.
"N... No," Susan stammered as Julie began rubbing her nipples. "It's...
naughty."
"Would you do it if Trig asked you?" Julie asked, massaging Susan's small
breasts in her hands.
"M... Maybe..." she replied, arching her back slightly.
"Would you do it...," Julie began, reaching down underneath the sheet, "...if I
asked you?"
Her hand slid under Susan's skirt, following the curves of her body lower.
"Mm, yes," Susan moaned, pressing her sex against Julies' hand as her eyes
closed.
"Do you like that?" Julie asked, withdrawing her hand slightly.
Susan groaned and pressed her hips forwards, but instead of providing the
pleasure she craved, Julie pulled Susan's hand from its hiding place behind her
back and drew it down between them.
"Go on," Julie encouraged when Susan tried to pull her hand away.
Reluctantly, Susan relaxed and allowed Julie to guide her hand to her sex.
Tentatively she began to explore the delicate pink folds of her body.
"Good girl," Julie said approvingly, sliding the sheet back and gently undoing
Susan's skirt.
Susan smiled nervously as Julie pulled the flimsy garment free, her eyes closed
as she touched herself. She felt so dirty, as if another part of her innocence
was lost. It seemed so long ago when she had been a virgin; when she hadn't been
tied up and forced to suck cock; when she hadn't been a sex-slave to her friend.
"I can't do it," Susan said suddenly, withdrawing her hand and trying to wriggle
away from underneath Julie.
She was momentarily stunned as Julie twisted around backwards in a short burst
of energy, grabbing her head between her thighs. Her eyes widened at the sight
of Julies' tight anus mere centimetres from her nose, giving Julie a moment to
part her legs.
Susan gasped as she felt Julies' tongue probing at her shaven labia, her hurried
breathing hot against her naked skin. She took a deep, drawing in the scent of
her friends' arousal.
"Julie..." she protested weakly, the word trailing off into a hiss as Julie
found her tiny clitoris with her teeth and began coaxing it from hiding.
Susan felt a strong urge to open her mouth and make love to the pussy that sat
so tantalisingly close to her face, its smooth folds glistening with moisture.
To stop herself, Susan shut her eyes to the view before her and concentrated on
the pleasure coursing through her body.
"Ah... ah..." she panted, spreading her legs painfully wide and raising her hips
off the bed.
She could feel her orgasm approaching as Julie continued to feed. The older girl
was sucking hard on her engorged clitoris, rubbing her tongue across the tip of
her sensitive organ. Susan wrapped her arms around Julies' waist, feeling a
tinge of sadness that Julies' t-shirt separated them.
Julie barely noticed; her mind totally focused upon the heavenly taste of Susan.
Her entire body was tingling with energy now, she felt like she could remove
every piercing from the maids.
She felt Susan shudder underneath her as she came, her squeals of pleasure
reaching Julie through her sex-crazed state. She could feel her hunger subsiding
as Susan relaxed underneath her.
Sated once again, Julie raised her head from between Susan's legs, her tongue
licking the excess liquids from around her lips. The exhausted girl lay panting
on the bed, the sheets underneath her soaked with sweat.
Trying to be silent, Julie climbed from the bed and snuck into the bathroom.
There she collected the chastity belt that rested in the cupboard, taking a
moment to use the little jar of lubricant that lay beside the enema kit she had
requested yesterday.
Smiling to herself, she slid back into her room, looking at Lilly who still sat
silently by the doorway, her face bright red. Julie saw the girls eyes widen at
the device and then flicker over Susan who still had her eyes closed.
Carefully Julie climbed onto the bed, the belt already open and waiting, the
front panel in the opposite hand and the catheter hanging through the hole it
left.
Spinning around, Julie straddled Susan's chest and took the belt in both hands.
Susan merely moaned, sliding down to expose herself better.
"What are you doing?" Susan asked as she felt Julies' fingers smearing lubricant
around her anus.
Ignoring her, Julie lined up the cold, steel dildos, and then in one swift
motion plunged them in half-way.
"AHH!" the poor girl squealed, trying to sit up.
Julie simply placed her full weight on Susan's chest and slid the dildos home,
closing the belt with a click.
"Much better," Julie said happily, crawling down to sit between Susan's legs.
Susan sat up, grabbing at the belt that was locked once again around her waist.
"Hey!" she cried in outrage. "Now Trig has to..." she trailed off, seeing the
key that Julie held between her fingers.
"Moira has the key that was here," Julie said, pointing to one side of Susan's
belt. "There was a second one on the other side, inside the waistband. Now lie
back."
Julie slid forwards, taking the catheter between her fingers; Susan's eyes
widened in horror.
"Not that again," she cried, even as she obediently lay back on the bed.
Delicately Julie fed the rubbery tube into Susan's body, ignoring her whimpers
of discomfort. Once the front panel was secured, Julie sat up and looked at
Susan, enjoying every moment.
"I also found out that there's a lock on the inside that will only allow you to
use the toilet when the key is in." Julie paused to let the full meaning sink
in.
"P... Please take it off," Susan stammered nervously.
Julie, however, could see the excitement behind Susan's eyes.
"I'm so happy there was a key," Julie told her with a smile. "Or I would have
had to ask Trig to make me one."
As if he had been listening, the door opened and Trig walked in.
"Sorry to interrupt..." he trailed off, his eyes widening at the scene that lay
before him.
With an almost palpable effort, he tore his eyes from the semi-naked Susan on
the bed to look at Julie.
"We have a slight problem."
They had moved her table, something that had scared her immensely, especially
when she was tilted on her side to fit through the doorways. A tablecloth had
been hastily thrown over her, obscuring her already limited view of the world
outside her transparent prison.
Mercifully, the woman in black had not discovered the settings on the dildo
sealed into her body, so it was still purring away. Its presence was a
distraction, but she would gladly endure it in favour of some of the other
torments that could be inflicted on her.
The woman seemed to have completely forgotten about her existence beneath the
cloth, for which she was also thankful. The less she was noticed, the better.
As long as they continue to feed me, she thought grimly, trying not to think
about what would happen if she got sick whilst trapped in here. The woman began
speaking again, apparently using the phone.
"Yes Sir, everything is going well. We're following your specifications to the
letter...... No Sir, not yet... Yes, we looked everywhere, but...... I know
that, I designed the first... No Sir... What...?" Her last sentence was cut off
abruptly.
"Son of a bitch," she snarled suddenly, slamming the handset down onto the
cradle.
Susan had not wanted to leave the bedroom with the belt on once again, but Julie
had given her little choice in the matter. Her arm ached as Julie almost dragged
her through the building, the plugs making their presence known with each long
step she took to keep her balance.
By the time they reached Simeon's office, her face was flushed red with exertion
and she felt extremely horny. Susan stepped over to the comforting presence of
Trig once Julie released her hand, his arms wrapping around her upper body
protectively as he stood by the door.
"We have a serious problem here," Simeon said flatly, still sitting at his desk.
"First off, there's half a dozen patrol cars parked outside the sex-toy store."
"So they found them?" Julie asked, glancing at the still unconscious
house-mistress who was propped up in a chair.
"Yeah, you could say that. Apparently your friend didn't clean up the mess, and
they now have Samantha and at least two ex-gang-members..."
"But it was self defence," Julie interrupted uneasily.
"I know, and I'm already dealing with the police, so don't worry about that yet.
Our problem is Moira."
"What does Moira have to do with it?" Julie asked, slightly relieved.
"It's not like her to go around kidnapping people. She's more subtle than that;
like how she came into possession of the Doctors' Surgery. She put a lot of
effort into getting that place under her thumb; why risk it by blatantly
kidnapping you girls?"
"Perhaps... she got bored?" Julie offered.
"I don't think so," he said sceptically.
"And why are you telling me this?" Julie asked.
"Because the Doctors' Surgery has been abandoned; she's not there anymore. Now
the Police are looking for you two, and I have a bad feeling that Moira has gone
to the Orphanage, which is where they're going to look. If she pulls anything
with them... it won't be pretty."
"Would she do that?" Julie asked, frowning.
"Trig and I will go get Sam, and hope that Moira isn't too stupid. As for you
two..." he trailed off, searching for something underneath the desk.
"...you have a video to watch." He placed an unmarked tape on the top of his
desk.
Julie blinked in surprise, totally unprepared.
"Can't we come with you?" Susan asked, eyeing the video unhappily.
Simeon stared at her silently until she realised that walking into the Police
station wouldn't be the best idea for her.
"Oh... never mind," she said, looking down at the suddenly very interesting
floor.
"You'll see her later," Simeon promised, pushing back his chair and standing up.
"Let's go," he said to Trig, and then glanced at Julie.
"I will answer your questions soon," he said, earning a frustrated look from
Julie.
Samantha paced restlessly, her bare feet slapping against the cold, concrete
floor of the jail cell. The officers had put her here to "get some rest" and
although the door wasn't locked, she didn't think she would be allowed to just
walk out.
From the reaction of the Police to her little demonstration, they had been
completely unaware of Evan and his "kind" until she had shown them. Samantha
felt exceedingly guilty for letting his secret out, even if it wasn't really her
fault.
"Hey," she called out, pausing in her pacing. "Can I get some clothes here?"
When there was no response, she pushed open the heavy steel door and walked down
to the entrance to the underground jail. It didn't take long to discover that
the door leading upstairs was locked.
"Hey, let me out!" she yelled, banging on the door with one hand. When the noise
stopped echoing around the concrete rooms, there was silence.
"Fuck this," Samantha cursed, giving the door one last hit.
It didn't surprise her too much that she was locked in. No doubt they were going
to take her away and perform tests like she was some sort of alien. Wistfully,
she returned to her cell and was about to sit down on the hard mattress when the
end door opened.
Surprised, she stepped out of her open cell, not bothering to keep the blanket
completely covering her nudity. The female officer stiffened as she saw Samantha
standing in the middle of the hall, and seemed to debate whether to simply drop
the clothes she was carrying and walk out.
Instead she gritted her teeth and approached Sam, holding out the clothes in
front of her.
"Here. We couldn't find any underwear." The woman nearly threw the clothes into
Samantha's arms and turned to leave.
"Not that you probably wear any," the woman muttered.
"Hey," Samantha called angrily to her back.
The woman turned around, straight into Samantha's fist as it slammed into her
soft stomach.
"That's for calling me a slut earlier," she snapped as the police woman almost
collapsed to the floor, gasping for breath.
"Who... do you think... you are?" she panted as Samantha turned away to pick up
the discarded clothes.
"I'm already a suspect for murder, so I think I can live with 'Assaulting a
Police Officer' on my list." Samantha paused, and turned to face her. "Plus, you
deserved that."
Holding her stomach gingerly, the female police woman stood up straight,
slightly put off by the now naked girl standing unashamed before her.
"I thought you police were tough," Sam remarked, slightly surprised by the
woman's reaction.
"We don't normally suspect naked teenagers will punch us in the stomach," the
woman said wryly, some of her wariness evaporating. "It was a good punch too,"
she admitted.
"Thanks," Sam said, smiling slightly. "May I get dressed, Miss...?" she cut off
the last word suddenly, but the woman's eyes still narrowed slightly.
"Go ahead," she said finally.
The police woman waited around whilst Samantha dressed, carefully averting her
eyes. The sound of the door opening attracted her attention. She glanced up to
see two figures step through the door; one tall and muscular man, the other
slightly shorter and his face wrapped up like a mummy.
"Hey, you're not allowed down here," she said, once again the professional
police officer.
When they didn't stop approaching, one hand dropped to her side and unclipped
the gun that sat there.
"Stop right there," she warned, trying to keep the nervousness from her voice.
"Sir..." Trig said warningly.
"Stop!" she said, slightly louder as she drew the pistol and levelled it at
Trig, estimating him as the most immediate threat.
In one motion Simeon lashed out at her with one gloved hand. She felt something
slam into the gun, knocking it from her fingers and sending it clattering into
the opposite cell.
She had only a moment to realise he didn't actually touch her before they walked
up to her... and past, like she was inconsequential.
"Samantha," Simeon said to the surprised girl in the cell.
Samantha tilted her head as she studied him.
"Yes, Master?" she replied after a moment, lowering her eyes.
"Good. Let's go, then."
"What the fuck are you doing?" the police woman said to him, quivering
nervously. "What did you do to the other officers?" Outnumbered and unarmed, she
was half expecting him to kill her.
"I'm taking the girl," he said shortly, turning to study her.
"And the officers are fine; but unfortunately for you, they won't remember us
coming down here, or leaving." He smiled then. "I don't know how you'll explain
the missing clothes, but you seem like a smart girl; you'll figure something
out."
"You're... you're just going to walk out with him?" she asked Samantha
incredulously.
"That's what I'm doing, isn't it?" Samantha replied with a smile.
"Thank the Lady for the clothes," Simeon said, giving her a chastising prod in
the back.
Samantha sighed and lowered her gaze.
"Um... thanks for the clothes," Samantha said slowly. "And... I'm sorry for
hitting you."
"I... err... No problem... You just let him order you around like that?"
"Maybe one day you'll understand," she replied with a smile.
"We should go, Sir," Trig muttered, his eyes constantly searching for any
possible threat.
"I agree," Simeon replied.
Taking the lead, Trig made his way up the stairs, Simeon and the uncertain but
obedient Samantha following behind.
In the now quiet cell, the lone police woman slumped to the ground and buried
her face in her hands.
"What the hell just happened?" she wondered aloud.
Julie sat down on the floor in front of Simeon's desk, waiting as the screen
flickered to life. Susan had taken the comfortable desk-chair and refused to
move, much to her annoyance.
"What is this video anyway?" Susan asked, leaning back in the chair.
"I'm not sure," Julie admitted, watching the slightly flickering blackness of
the TV.
A sudden burst of static startled them both, and then a bored-sounding voice
filled the air.
"Police video report: October 18th, 1985," the male-sounding voice said in a
monotone. "Location: Lakeside Drive. Footage begins at 4 o'clock."
The voice cut out but the screen remained black.
"What the hell!" Susan exclaimed, but Julie was perfectly silent. The fact that
that was a day after her birthday didn't escape her notice.
The screen came to life, displaying a shaky image of a blue-carpeted floor. The
person holding the camera lifted it up to display what Julie thought looked like
the living-room of a small house. The room was sparsely furnished, with a
cheap-looking couch and chairs spread around a small table.
The camera began to move across the room, heading towards an open doorway on the
opposite side.
"There is evidence of fire-damage in several places through the house," said the
same voice, sounding just as bored.
He took a moment to pass the camera across several black patches in the carpet
and on the tacky wallpaper covering everything, as if someone had set fire to
it. Finished recording the damage, the cameraman continued through the doorway
into a brightly lit hall
"The first victim is here, no identification." He continued down the hall,
slowing as it circled the man lying slumped against the wall.
"Cause of death was apparently a hard impact to the chest whilst the victim was
standing back to the wall. The victim shows similar burn marks on his clothing."
The camera left the man, moving up to show the rather impressive dent in the
wall beginning waist-high and ending in a rough oval to shoulder-height.
"Wow," Susan said, sitting up to get a better look.
The cameraman turned away abruptly, the view shifting dizzyingly to look through
the doorway opposite the man. It was a small bedroom, the open curtains allowing
the bright sun to shine on the depressing scene inside. There were two police
officers, dressed in their crisp uniforms, who stood impatiently by the bed
filling the middle of the room.
The camera shifted to show the second victim, who was laying face-down on the
floor at the base of the bed. His limbs were arranged limply around him, as if
some giant force had picked him up and squeezed.
"Ouch," Susan squeaked, shutting her eyes protectively.
Julie grew more and more impatient as the man detailed each of the people in the
room. The man on the floor had another accomplice who was in a similar state
beside the bed. Then he finally got to the person on the bed.
"The final victim, a female in her early twenties: cause of death unknown. Her
identification says "Kelly", last name unknown. She was found holding the child
in her arms, name unknown."
The man fell silent as he panned the camera across the woman lying prone on the
bed. She looked almost alive, as if she was merely sleeping. Her dark-brown hair
formed a halo around her pale face, the barest hint of a smile on her lips.
Julie leaned forward slightly, her hands clenching in the beginnings of anger.
The fact that her mother wasn't alive didn't bother her; she'd always known
that. But that she had been lied to about how she died...
"You bastards," she swore under her breath, not taking her eyes from the screen
for a moment.
"She appears to have an object in one hand, some sort of decoration," the man
said, moving the camera to show Kelly's open palm.
"Hey, that's your necklace," Susan exclaimed as the camera zoomed in.
Then the man did something strange. He reached out, took the necklace from
her... and then the video cut off abruptly.
"Okay... what was the point of that?" Susan said, turning off the screen after a
minute of featureless black.
"That was... my mother," Julie said after a long moment.
"She was killed?" Susan asked, surprised.
"They told me she died giving birth," Julie said, gritting her teeth.
"So... it's like a cover-up or something?"
"You saw what happened to those guys... of course they covered it up. Just like
Simeon has gone to cover-up what happened with Samantha. My life has been
stuffed under a rug, and I know nothing about it!"
She fished down her shirt and pulled free the necklace.
"At least one thing they told me is true; this belonged to my mother. Maybe they
were trying to steal it; there didn't look like she had anything else of value."
"If they were trying to steal it, how did she kill them? It looked like a giant
had beaten them all up."
"I think Simeon knows something about it," Julie said, settling herself down to
wait.
Julie heard them approaching from outside, and was standing ready when the door
opened.
She opened her mouth to speak as Simeon walked in, but a quick stare from him
momentarily silenced her.
Julie gritted her teeth, exercising every shred of self-control not to explode
at him. It's not his fault, she told herself.
"Hey!" Samantha exclaimed in surprise. "He didn't tell me you were here!" She
shot Simeon an annoyed look; he just shrugged and forced Susan from his chair.
"There are a lot of things he's not telling us," Julie said levelly.
"I have not withheld anything from you," Simeon said defensively. "I had no idea
until last night."
"What's going on?" Samantha asked, staring at them all in confusion.
Quietly Susan walked over to Samantha whilst Julie and Simeon "discussed" the
video, which involved a lot of Julie shouting, and Simeon listening with
increasing annoyance.
"I think we should go," Susan whispered, touching the older girl on the
shoulder.
"I think we should stay," Samantha whispered. "Who knows what we might miss out
on."
Susan frowned as Samantha gave her a wink. She's strange, she thought to
herself.
"Will you calm down!?" Simeon said loudly, the second time Susan had seen him
get angry.
Julie flinched, biting her lip to keep herself from replying.
"First of all, I'm sorry you had to find out this way, but I had little choice.
Things are falling apart, and I can't help that."
He took a deep breath, and then leaned forward to look closely at her.
"Do you have a... trinket... necklace... something unusual?"
"Err..." she faltered at the unexpected question. "I have my necklace... but
you've seen that before?" Simeon was silent.
"Ah," he said finally. "So you have had it all this time."
Julie had a feeling he didn't mean it as a question. She made to pull it from
its resting place underneath her shirt.
"Don't bother getting it out," he told her. "No-one can see it."
"Huh?" Julie paused, staring at him incredulously with one hand poised to
disappear down her shirt. "Susan's seen it before. It's not... invisible or
anything."
"Really?" he said, looking at Susan. "That's interesting."
Julie frowned at him.
"Sorry, sorry. It's like a... self-defence mechanism. Only the wearer can see
it... and apparently their property." He glanced meaningfully at Susan. "I have
no idea what it does; the Council is staying very quiet. What I do know is that
there are a lot of people who are looking for it."
"And they killed my mother to get it?" Julie asked numbly, the necklace hanging
heavy on its chain. Simeon nodded grimly.
"Apparently it's been lost since then... and suddenly we find Moira on your
doorstep. I don't think it's just coincidence; she's looking for it."
Julie stood still for a moment, her face blank. Silently she turned away and
walked out of the office.
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Thanks to Red Eva for proof-reading.
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