Chapter 13 - Shadows
The waiting area was severely overcrowded, and Nyssa was finding it increasingly
hard to maintain her cool when every few seconds someone almost stepped on her
toes.
Sighing, she leant back against the cool steel of the pillar behind her, her
attempts to look out over the crowd frustrated by her slightly less than average
height.
"Nothing yet, Mistress," Becky said, the tall teenage girl easily looking over
the sea of moving people at the screen displaying their flight status.
"I hate travel," Nyssa said miserably, crossing her arms underneath her breasts
and glaring at a man who had decided to lean against her pillar. He muttered an
apology and left in search of somewhere else.
"You would think the Council would get its own private transportation; instead
we have to go with everyone else in these steel death-traps. If I'm going to
die, I would like to do so in comfort."
"Don't be silly," Becky said, focusing most of her attention on a
professional-looking man standing nearby. He saw her watching, and gave her an
interested smile. Becky licked her lips hungrily and stepped away from the wall.
"Don't even think about it," Nyssa said sternly, turning her glare towards
Becky's target. His smile faded and he looked away, seemingly finding something
interesting across the other side of the room.
"You're so mean when we travel," Becky said, pouting.
"I'm sure you'll find more men to seduce after we arrive," Nyssa said, craning
her neck to see the screen once again. "Control yourself, or I'll lock you in
something that will..."
"Oh look," Becky cut in, staring at the distant screen. "It's our turn."
Nyssa frowned at the interruption, but chose to ignore it. Calmly Becky picked
up the bag at her feet and stepped into the crowd. Nyssa grunted in annoyance
and followed, continuing to glare at everyone who stepped in her way.
Fortunately for the pretty girl at the security station, there was no trouble
allowing them through. Nyssa was about ready to snap at the first sign of
trouble.
"I hate travel," Nyssa said once they were safely strapped into their seats.
"You're supposed to be the big, strong dominant here," Becky said, failing to
keep the amusement from her voice.
"When we arrive, I am going to give you the biggest spanking for that comment,"
Nyssa said, wringing her hands nervously.
Becky shut her mouth and stared at the seat in front of her. She passed a
sideways glance at the people sitting nearest to her, an elderly couple who were
staring at her in surprise.
"Hi there," she said sweetly to them.
"Is she a Mistress?" the old man asked; the book in his hands forgotten.
"Yep," Becky said happily. "She's a little sore though, she doesn't like
travelling."
"I see," he said absently, staring at her chest.
Suddenly he let out a yelp and turned to his wife who was glaring at him, her
hand poised to give him another jab in the side.
"Uh... nice talking to you," he said hastily, and became absorbed in his book.
The woman glared at Becky. The young girl smiled sweetly at her, but was
interrupted as the floor lurched underneath her.
"Off we go," she said excitedly, peering out the window at their side.
"I hate this part," Nyssa moaned sickly, closing her eyes and gripping the
arm-rests hard.
Her face grew paler with each moment as the cabin shuddered around them, the
barely audible hum of the engines increasing in pitch. The light filtering
through her tightly shut eyelids cut out momentarily as every last shred of
power was poured into the engines. A shudder ran through the floor, and then
everything was smooth once again, the hum subsiding into the background.
"Weird," Becky said, leaning over Nyssa to stare out the window.
Nyssa briefly opened one eye to look out the window, taking in the slightly
warped star-field that was slowly moving as they rotated. Hastily she reached
out and pulled the curtain across it before her stomach threw up her lunch.
"Three hours," she told herself firmly, trying to control her rising fear. "Just
three hours to go and then we'll be there."
"Mistress... Julie?" Samantha asked hesitantly, watching from the doorway.
Julie looked over her shoulder at the older girl, her jaw tight. She was lying
on her bed, the rumpled covers pushed to one side.
She sniffed and returned her head to the pillow.
"What's the matter?" Sam asked gently, sitting down on the soft mattress.
"Go away," Julie told her.
"Why did you leave?" Sam queried. "Evan wouldn't tell me anything," she
continued when Julie was silent. "He was... angry this morning; he beat me hard
for asking what had happened...
"Please Julie, what did he do? Why was he acting so strange?"
Julie rolled onto her back, her face softening.
"He went crazy, he was muttering 'It's not fair' and laying into me with the
cane."
"He wouldn't do that," Sam whispered, but she didn't seem very sure of herself.
"He did, and we left as fast as we could run," Julie told her grimly.
Sam fell silent, her face bleak. Did this have anything to do with how he had
been acting so strangely around her? It wasn't like him to get so angry. What
was he hiding from her? She had a feeling that the answers wouldn't be good
ones.
"My mother was murdered," Julie announced after a long silence.
"Murdered? You mean you didn't know?" she asked, thinking back to the
conversation in the office. Julie shook her head.
"The orphanage told me she had died giving birth." She fell silent for a moment.
"Not just any murder either, she managed to set fire to several of her attackers
and throw one into a wall enough to kill him."
Julie reached down her shirt and pulled free her necklace, holding the strange
object in her hand.
"And everything revolves around this thing," she said, rolling it in her palm.
"Centred on what?" Samantha asked in confusion. Julie raised an eyebrow, not
fully believing Simeon's words.
"The necklace in my hand," Julie said slowly.
"Necklace..." Samantha repeated, looking directly at Julies' hand. Was there a
necklace in her hand? As hard as she tried, her eyes kept ignoring it, like it
was just another wrinkle in Julies' palm.
"I'll take your word for it," she said dismissively. "So... the police lied to
you?"
Julie waited a moment, staring at Samantha in surprise. It was one thing to be
told you have an invisible necklace, something else to see it in action.
"Maybe the government stepped in or something, I have no idea," Julie said
wistfully. "But apparently I have people looking for me, and Moira is probably
one of them."
"They want the... invisible necklace?" Julie heard the doubt in her voice, and
it annoyed her.
Getting a good grip on the chain, Julie swung the necklace hard at Samantha,
slamming its considerable weight into her side.
"Ouch!" Samantha yelped, jumping off the bed. "Okay, okay, I believe you." She
rubbed her ribs gingerly. "How heavy is that thing?!"
"Sorry," Julie said, smiling. "It's pretty heavy." She gave it a quick look to
see that she hadn't damaged it.
"How are things with you and Susan?" Samantha asked, changing subject. "Is she
still going to kill you?"
Julie hastily rolled over to hide the blush that suddenly suffused her face.
"I think we're... past that now," she said slowly.
Emily looked up at the sound of the door opening. Being blindfolded, she had no
idea who it was. Pointlessly she began whimpering into her gag and pulling
against the cuffs that held her to the bed. Maybe they would take pity on her...
Her thoughts of rescue were crushed as the blindfold was tugged from her eyes,
revealing Trig standing over her, panting.
"Don't try anything silly," he told her sternly, undoing her tired arms.
He waited a minute whilst she stretched her muscles, and then cuffed them
together behind her back.
"Here you... are..." Susan trailed off, walking into the room.
Ignoring her shocked expression, Trig undid Emily's legs and removed the harness
from around her hips, sliding the small silver vibrator free from her sex. Emily
whimpered in humiliation as he clipped a chain to the leather collar around her
neck and tugged her to her feet.
"Who is she?" Susan demanded, quivering with anger and betrayal.
"This is... ah... Emily," Trig explained nervously. "Her parents... gave her to
me."
Emily hung her head in shame, sobbing quietly.
"How could you... I... we..." Susan stammered. "You slept with me... and there
was someone else!"
"I haven't touched her," Trig told her firmly.
"Do you like having two girls to fuck?" asked Susan angrily, ignoring him. "When
I get all worn out, she's tied up down here and ready for you?"
Trig stared at her in shock. Did she really think he was like that? He dropped
the leash and crossed his arms, listening as she continued.
"Did you take advantage of her as well? Did you share her bed to comfort her
too?"
Trying to control his anger, Trig lashed out and practically threw Susan across
the bed. She squealed in horror as he sat down on the edge and pulled her across
his knee.
"Trig!" she cried as he slid one thumb under her pants and tugged them down
around her ankles, exposing the smooth globes of her buttocks that were neatly
bisected by the silver chastity belt.
A small part of her refused to believe he was going to do it, and was silenced
as his hand came crashing down on her left cheek with a resounding slap.
"Ouch!" she yelped, the force of his strike making her entire body jerk.
She watched over her shoulder in horror as he brought his hand back for another
attack. Her entire body tensed in preparation, moments before his hand made
contact with the opposite cheek.
"N-Ah!" she cried, cut off in mid-protest. "Stop it, Trig! Please!"
She tried to protect her behind with her hands, protesting frantically for him
to stop. Trig caught her wrists and held them back as he began laying into her
behind, the sound of his hand impacting against her skin filling the room.
"Please, I'm sorry!" she begged, trying to get some purchase on the floor with
her feet.
Susan twisted to look up at him through a veil of tears and red hair. His face
was hard, but she could see his facial muscles tense with each slap of his hand.
She realised he didn't like hurting her.
Why was he punishing her then?
Maybe he really was telling the truth, she thought guiltily. Maybe I really
deserve to be spanked. She suddenly felt so sorry for what she had said to him.
She lowered her head and gritted her teeth, forcing herself to take her
punishment.
The pain was nothing like when she had been whipped, but it was so much more
intimate when she lying over his lap; especially when his hand would hit the
chastity belt and cause the plugs to jolt painfully inside her.
Susan realised that her earlier fantasy of being spanked by him was coming true,
and felt her muscles clench down on the plugs in excitement. Suddenly her
punishment took on a whole new meaning.
Trig stopped suddenly, listening to Susan's weak sobbing. Gently he began
rubbing her exposed skin with his opposite hand, feeling its' angry heat against
his palm.
"I... I'm sorry for what I said, M... Ma... Master," Susan stammered, forcing
herself to add the final honorific.
"I'm so sorry," she repeated, climbing off his lap and kneeling down in front of
him. She pulled off her shirt, and then, taking a deep breath, reached behind
and undid the clasp on her bra.
She paused for a moment, and then let the straps fall off her shoulders,
exposing her small, pale breasts to his view.
"I don't want you wearing a bra anymore, Susan," he said in a low voice.
Susan nodded obediently, feeling her muscles clench down again on the dildos
plugging her nether regions. Slowly she shuffled forward, naked except for the
belt, and parted his legs with her hands. She was breathing shallowly with
apprehension, her eyes locked on the bulge in his pants. She couldn't believe
she was actually going to do it.
"Susan?" Trig said in surprise.
She halted again and looked up at him for permission, her face red with shame.
It took him a long time to nod at her.
Susan let out the breath she didn't know she was holding. She didn't know what
she would have done if he had rejected her.
Uncertain of exactly what to do now, she reached up and fumbled with his belt.
He smiled in amusement and reached down to help her.
Feeling slightly stupid, she removed his shoes as he undid his pants for her.
She waited for a moment before realising he wanted her to pull them down.
Nervously she took hold of the waistband and pulled them down to his ankles,
exposing the hairiness of his legs. She tugged them free, and then shuffled
forwards and took hold of his underwear, smiling slightly at the bright red
fabric.
"You're doing well," Trig encouraged when she stopped.
With a decisive tug, she pulled on them, avoiding looking up as she slid them
down and off his legs.
Swallowing hard, she straightened up and looked at him, trying not to whimper at
his size. He seemed so much more daunting close-up, and she remembered how it
had felt with the gang members. There was no way she could take all of him, at
least without a gag.
Trying to stop her hands from shaking, Susan reached up and took hold of the
base with both hands, feeling him twitch at her touch. She leant forward slowly,
pausing when he was beneath her nose, and then let her tongue slide out
tentatively and taste him.
She blinked in surprise, finding him much more pleasant than the horrible taste
of the men who had raped her. She wondered if he washed often.
She took a deep breath and began licking him, her tongue exploring his hot skin.
She decided to tease him, and began licking up and down his length, her tongue
flickering across the sensitive head.
Trig moaned appreciatively, but gave her a quick tap on the head to hurry up.
Susan obediently made her way to the tip, and then, opening her mouth wide, took
the head of his cock into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the tip, tasting
the saltiness of his liquids.
She couldn't believe she was actually doing it. Surprising herself, she suddenly
thrust her head forward, plunging his cock straight to the back of her throat.
He gasped as she rapidly pulled her head back, fighting not to gag despite the
thrill of success she felt at his response.
Slowly she took more of him again, until she had several inches inside her
mouth. Her tongue rippled along the underside of his cock, eliciting another
moan from him.
You're just full of surprises today, Trig told her silently. He had to
concentrate hard not to simply thrust his hips forward and take what he wanted.
He groaned as she rapidly took most of his cock down her throat and then
withdrew, pausing as she swallowed hard to stop herself from retching.
With both hands he reached down and began playing with her hard nipples, rubbing
and tweaking the sensitive buds. Susan drew back and smiled up at him, then took
the head of his cock in her mouth and began sucking hard. With each pull, she
drew more and more of him into her mouth, her tongue non-stop against the
underside.
"Susan, I'm... going to cum," he said huskily, throwing back his head and
breathing heavily.
She grunted, reaching up with one hand to massage his balls, and then paused. He
moaned unhappily, so close to release.
Susan took a couple of deep breaths, and then began slowly moving forwards. Trig
groaned as he slid down her throat, feeling her muscles ripple as they fought
against the intruder.
He looked down, and watched as she took his entire length down her throat,
pressing her nose into the hair covering his pubis.
"Yes!" he grunted, and came, pushing his hips forward as he pumped his seed down
into her stomach.
Susan concentrated desperately on trying not to throw up, her eyes closed as she
swallowed his cum. She realised she was now filled in all three orifices; her
pussy and arse filled with steel whilst she deep-throated Trig. Was it really
only two days ago when she had stripped naked in the examination room?
Her lungs aching for air, she leant back and took a gasping breath once her
throat was clear. She could taste the saltiness of his cum on her tongue, and
found it wasn't as disgusting as she remembered.
Feeling dizzy now, she carefully cleaned him with her tongue, and then sat back
to look up at him.
She blushed as she saw him staring at her in amazement.
"What just happened?" he asked her. Susan looked down at the floor, blushing
terribly.
"I... I don't know... did you like it?"
"Damn right I liked it; that was the best blowjob I've ever had!"
He frowned when she raised her head, eyes full of tears.
"I'm such a slut," she said miserably, and began crying.
"Hey," he said concernedly, leaning over and pulling her up onto his lap,
feeling her tense as she sat on her sore behind.
"You're not a slut," he told her, hugging her close.
"I am!" she cried, pressing her head against his chest. "I only met you
yesterday, and I just stripped naked and gave you a... a... on my first time!"
"Susan... I..." It wasn't that good? Somehow he knew that wouldn't help.
"If you feel bad... we don't have to do anything like this, if you don't want
to."
He gave her a loving hug when she nodded, and felt her draw close to him.
"You know... it's going to be hard to stop myself... with you being naked and
sitting on my lap."
Susan made a sound that he assumed was a laugh.
Trig smiled, and then glanced around the room, his brow creasing with confusion.
They were alone.
"Err... where's Emily?"
"No idea," Susan replied, tightening her grip on his waist.
"Susan, this is not the time to get... jealous," Trig said, pushing her off his
lap and reaching for his pants.
The sound of footsteps alerted him to someone at the door. He glanced up just as
it opened, revealing Simeon standing in the doorway.
"How did you know we were here?!" Susan said in mortification, covering her
breasts with her shirt and hiding behind Trig.
"The security system keeps track of everyone," Simeon said impatiently. "We need
to leave... now. Wear warm clothes and I will see you out at the garage."
Without waiting for a response, he was gone.
"What is this about?" Julie asked as she climbed into the back of the silver
4WD. Susan slid in next to her, followed by Samantha, all three girls wearing
thick clothing given to them by Simeon.
"The Council is sending Nyssa here, so we're going to meet her," Simeon told
her, climbing into the passenger seat.
"And we all need to come for this?" Julie asked in annoyance, squeezed between
Susan and the door.
"Our supposedly unconscious spy has disappeared," Simeon announced. "I left the
room for a minute, and she had vanished."
"Has she gone after the maids?" Julie asked in concern.
"I think she's gone to find Moira, but in her confused state... she could be
anywhere. If she does find Moira, I think it will be best to stay away from the
house for a day or two, so I sent the maids home."
Susan grimaced, shifting to get comfortable between the two older girls.
"A few days!" she said unhappily. "Can't you just lock the gates?" Simeon
laughed.
"I don't think gates will stop her, and if I use... anything else, it would
attract too much attention."
Julie narrowed her eyes, noticing his hesitation. He was going to say something
else, she thought. His constant secrecy was growing steadily more frustrating.
"Ready to go, Sir," Trig called, jumping into the drivers' seat and slamming the
door, his fingers already reaching for the keys.
The 4WD had no trouble navigating through the snow, its large tyres easily
giving enough grip on the slippery ground to take them through the grounds of
the manor.
The gates automatically opened and closed silently behind them as they entered
the silent city-streets. They only passed a few cars before they left the
buildings of the city behind and were travelling through the open countryside.
Julie peered through the window, watching the snow-covered fields glisten in the
afternoon sun shining through the clouds overhead.
"Where are we going?" she asked as they passed a road-sign that named small
towns she had barely heard of.
"The State Forest," Simeon said in a tone that discouraged questions.
"Why the hell are we going there?" Samantha asked in surprise. "I thought we
were picking up this 'Nyssa' woman."
"We are," he replied flatly, and refused to answer any more questions.
The sun was low in the sky when they passed the sign announcing the State
Forest, casting orange shadows through the tall pine trees. The light covering
of snow shone cleanly on the road, interrupted only by the small footprints of
the rabbits.
"Finally," Julie sighed, leaning over the sleeping Susan to see through the
windscreen.
"Are you sure Nyssa is here?" Julie asked as the drove through an empty camping
ground. "It looks pretty deserted to me."
"Who would want to come here, this is where the murderers dump their victims,"
Samantha said ominously, then burst out laughing at the look and Julie gave her.
"Thank you for that image," Julie said with a grim smile.
"Quiet," Simeon snapped, sniffing the air. He tugged at the cloth covering his
face and took a deep breath. Julie stiffened, staring at the mottled appearance
of his skin. It wasn't just around his eyes, it covered his entire face. Maybe
he's like that all over, Julie thought, her eyes flickering to the gloves on
each hand.
Simeon stared directly at her, and then pulled the cloth over his face again.
"Trig, stop the car," he said, already reaching for the doorhandle. The 4WD slid
to a halt, and Simeon was already outside the car, his boots sinking into the
soft snow.
Trig left the engine idling and jumped out, frowning in confusion.
"What's that weird smell?" Julie called to him, her door half-open.
"Ozone," Simeon said grimly.
"Is that bad?" she asked.
"It's not the Ozone that concerns me... it's the smoke." He pointed down the
road at the black pillars slowly rising above the tree-line.
"Stay here," he said, striding forward through the snow. Trig turned around to
shut his door before running after Simeon.
"Like hell I'm staying here," Samantha said, jumping out of the car to follow.
Julie gave Susan a quick glance, and then stepped out of the car and shut the
door, leaving her sleeping soundly. Let her rest, she thought with a smile.
They approached the source of the smoke in a few minutes, finding it to be only
just off the edge of the road. At least, that's where it began. The setting sun
glinted off the twisted shards of metal that lay in the disturbed snow; some of
them still glowing red despite the cold climate.
"What the hell is that?" Samantha called to Simeon and Trig, who were much
closer.
"Wow," Julie said, staring further back at the tangled mess of burning pine
branches and twisted metal.
"It looks like a plane," Sam exclaimed as they caught up with Simeon. "How the
hell did they plan to land here?"
"It's not a plane," Julie said, noting the lack of anything resembling wings in
the battered cylindrical shape that lay nested in a sea of destroyed trees. She
watched Trig approaching a gaping hole in the side of the hull, wondering if
anyone survived.
"It's a fucking space-ship, isn't it?" she said suddenly, turning to face
Simeon.
Simeon was silent.
"What the fuck is going on? You said I wasn't an alien!"
"This isn't right," Simeon muttered to himself as he studied the crash-site.
"That hole in the side... it happened afterwards. Look, the debris is spread in
that direction only," he said, pointing. "And the hull is bent outwards, where
everything else is dented in by the trees."
"Maybe they made the hole to get out," Samantha theorised.
"Made with what explosives?" Simeon said disbelievingly.
"Is it a space-ship?" Julie almost yelled, pointing furiously at the ship.
"Yes," Simeon said flatly without turning to look at her. She fell silent, not
expecting such an easy answer.
Trig staggered from the ship, helping a pale figure support itself.
"Sir!" he yelled, waving with his free arm.
"Shit," Simeon cursed, and broke into a run. Sam and Julie glanced at each
other, and then hurried after him.
Trig fell to the snow a short distance from the ship, letting the female figure
land beside him.
"I'm fine, I'm fine," the woman said weakly, batting Trig away from her.
"Are you alright, Nyssa?" Simeon asked as he reached the two.
"It was those 'Sons of Shadow' arseholes, Simeon," she said, laying flat on her
back in the snow with one leg twisted at an unnatural angle.
Julie and Samantha arrived, their hot breath sending little clouds of fog into
the air.
"They were on the ship?" Simeon asked.
She nodded, her face clouded with anger.
"You know," she said, turning to Trig without a trace of humour. "This leg would
heal a whole lot better if you could straighten it for me."
Trig winced and took hold of her bare ankle, her newly regrown skin showing
through the nasty gashes in the fabric of her pants. It seemed to hurt him more
than Nyssa as he twisted it into the correct location, and he was very pale by
the time her leg was relatively straight.
"Thank you so much," Nyssa said without smiling.
"Did they survive the landing?" Simeon queried, glancing at the hole in the
ship.
"Most of them," Nyssa said distractedly, her eyes lidded with concentration.
"They disappeared though, and I couldn't really follow."
Simeon looked at her grimly.
"And Becky?" he asked slowly. Nyssa shook her head, keeping her face neutral.
"Um... guys..." Samantha said, staring back down the road.
Trig turned to look, peering into the distance at the parked 4WD.
And the black figures that were emerging from the trees behind it.
"Fuck," he said levelly, and sprung to his feet, boots digging into the snow as
he accelerated.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he grunted, pushing himself harder as he ran towards the
distant car. The snow felt like he was walking through setting concrete, the
soft substance sucking at every step. He wasn't going to make it.
The sound of the engine starting was like a knife through his heart. But he kept
on running, taking heavy step after heavy step towards them... towards her.
He had a brief moment of hope, when the engine revved loudly without any motion.
Then the driver worked out the gearshift on the automatic vehicle, and the 4WD
began to move.
Uncertainly, as if they had never driven before, the silver vehicle skidded and
spun in the snow as the driver pushed it to its limits. Painful seconds later,
the driver eased off the engine and the wheels regained their grip, sending the
4WD forwards in a tight turning circle.
Trig continued to run, even as they accelerated away and disappeared behind the
trees. He only stopped when he reached the place they had parked, staring
hopelessly at the disturbed ground.
Panting, he slumped down on his knees and leaned forwards, supporting himself on
all fours.
"What the hell happened?" Julie gasped as she caught up a minute later.
"They took the car," Trig said, not looking up.
"Where's Susan?"
Trig looked up, his face twisted with pain.
"She's with them."
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Thanks to Red Eva for proof-reading.
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