Chapter 5 - Betrayal
Humming happily to herself, Julie stepped into the bath and turned the cold tap,
looking up absently at the shower-head above. As usual, freezing water burst
from the pipes and caught her in the face, making her squeal girlishly in shock.
Hurriedly she stepped out of the flow, gasping as she fumbled for the hot tap.
"Stupid," she chastised herself once steam was rising from the bottom of the
bath. "Stop dreaming about Susan, and concentrate!"
Pulling the translucent shower-curtain across the railing, she stepped under the
now pleasantly warm flow and resumed her humming. Letting the water run over her
naked form, she slowly turned around, letting its gentle caress warm her cold
skin.
Her thoughts drifted back to Susan as she picked up the soap and began lathering
it up in her hands. If all was going to plan, Trig would be buried deep in the
young girls behind about now. She felt a little sorry for Susan, as she was
almost certain she wouldn't enjoy it, but at the same time she was envious. For
such a small girl like Susan, and with Trigs considerable size, she would be
very well-filled. It wasn't that Simeon didn't satisfy her more than enough,
but...
The sound of something creaking in her bedroom interrupted her thoughts.
Frowning, she pushed back the curtain and looked through the partially open
doorway.
When the only sound she could hear was the drumming of the water against her
backside and the bottom of the bath, she replaced the curtain and raised her
hands to her head again....
"Shit!" Julie yelled, pulling her soapy hands from her short, black hair.
"Concentrate on what you're doing!" Feeling both horny and tremendously stupid,
Julie stuck her head fully under the shower and washed the soap and associated
bubbles from her hair.
"Now it'll be all dry for the next few days," she muttered angrily, replacing
the soap on her hands with shampoo.
Lathering her hair with the correct substance this time, Julie's thoughts
drifted again. She wondered what Simeon would do if she dressed up in sexy
lingerie like Susan, and offered herself for a strong butt-reaming. All the
preparations with Susan had gotten her feeling very dominant... she wondered if
it would do her emotions a little good to be reminded of her place.
Placing her head underneath the shower, she shut her eyes and let it wash away
the soap. Her thoughts already sliding towards sex, her soapy hands drifted
downwards also, parting her lips to circle her growing clit.
"Mm," she purred, sticking her tongue out to lap at the water. Her legs parted
slightly, fingers becoming bolder in their exploration of her petals...
"Julie," a familiar male voice said from the doorway.
Her eyes sprung open in surprise, promptly filling them with soapy water.
"Shit! OUCH!" she cried, pulling her hands from between her legs to wash the
soap from them. A second under the nozzle was long enough, and then she was
furiously rubbing her stinging eyes.
"Julie!" he exclaimed, bursting into the bathroom and pulling the curtain back.
"DAD!" she squealed, blindly flailing at the curtain to protect her modesty.
"I'm in the shower here!"
"Sorry, sorry," Seth repeated, backing away to the doorway.
"Don't you ever knock?" she asked hotly, starting to see again.
"I haven't seen my daughter for 18 years, and she gets angry when I walk in on
her in the shower!"
"You saw me three days ago Dad, and that's no excuse for getting a good look at
my butt!"
"At least now I know my daughter has a little more than her mothers' nose!" he
said slyly.
"Dad!" she exclaimed, blushing profusely. She heard him laughing, and groaned
loudly.
"Hasn't your Nyssa taught you anything useful; girls don't get much privacy
where I come from."
"If you hadn't noticed, you're on Earth, and we don't have glass shower-blocks
here," Julie told him firmly, double-checking she was lathering her hair with
conditioner.
"Oh, so that's why they all started squealing when I walked in!"
"You're terrible!" Julie called, giggling. A glass shower-block would be nice,
she thought; if only to see Susan's reaction to it.
"I didn't come for a social visit though," he said, becoming serious.
"Oh?" she said, washing her hair of the conditioner.
"Yeah... I heard about what happened today. You need to be a lot more careful."
"Oh Dad, come on. I'm a big girl; I don't need any more warnings than Susan
being unconscious for the afternoon."
"I mean it Julie. I don't want to alarm you or anything, but... just be careful,
alright? I don't know if it was just a one-off today, and I want you to be
safe!"
"I'll be careful. I'll check under my bed once I get out of the shower, okay?"
"This is serious!" Seth said worriedly, resisting the urge to step into the
bathroom again.
"I know, I'll be careful, alright?" Julie replied in an exasperated tone. "Don't
trust anyone, check under my bathmat, I'll be fine!"
"I know you will," Seth told her, but he didn't sound too convinced. "Just...
never mind."
He fell silent for a moment, during which Julie turned off the shower taps.
"Pull your disappearing trick," Julie called, pausing behind the curtain.
"You've seen enough of my skin for one visit already."
"Yes Miss," he said, sounding amused. "You sure you don't want a kiss?" he
added, pushing the door open a little more.
"Dad!" she protested, leaning into the protection of the curtain.
"Okay, I'll go. Take care, Julie."
"Yes Dad," she said, rolling her eyes. A second later, she was certain he was
gone.
Her hair still a little damp from the shower, Julie discarded her towel and
walked naked out of the bathroom, collecting her flimsy, pale pink night-gown
from the bed. She sighed as it slid over her form, falling to hang half-way down
her thighs. Turning off the main bedroom light, she flung herself at her bed
with false joviality.
Stretching out lazily on her back, she wriggled around a little on the soft
mattress until she was comfortable. The lamp beside her bed cast dim shadows
over her form, barely illuminating the dark bulk of the blankets pushed up
against the wall.
Letting her eyes close slightly, she thought back over the day gone by. Another
action-filled day in the life of Julie, she thought wryly, recalling the
incident in the cafe.
She slowly became aware of how cold it was outside the hot, steaminess of the
bathroom. Annoyed at having to interrupt her thoughts, she twisted and pulls the
blankets over herself.
Settling down underneath their protection, she let her eyes close again, staring
into the soft redness filtering through from the lamp. She wasn't worried about
the girl at the store, or what was happening to Susan only a few dozen metres
away. She was worried about the events at the cafe, and what the police had told
her.
The first thing that had surprised her was that they believed Susan had been the
target. They had no idea about any second dart, and she had to wonder whether
she had dreamed the sound of it flashing past her head. The other people in the
cafe had been too busy running away to notice the attacker reloading, or where
he had gone afterwards.
But what confused her most was the attack itself... why had they chosen a public
place to make their attempt? Why couldn't they have gotten her in the car-park,
or a million other less busy places? It would have been much easier to capture
her if there weren't people around, unless...
Had they meant for it to be public... had he deliberately missed and hit Susan,
just to scare her? There was so many questions that she didn't have answers to.
She shivered again, huddling deeper into her blankets warmth. Whoever it had
been, he was still out there.
There was a gentle knock on her door, making her sit up.
"Hello?" she called out, wondering who it was.
The knock was repeated, a little more insistent this time. Frowning, Julie
climbed out of bed and pulled on her dressing gown, cringing at the cold.
"I'm coming," she said loudly, tightening it around her as she walked to the
door.
"Yes?" she asked, opening it.
"Hi, Julie," said the blonde-haired man, smiling at her. Julie blinked.
"What are you doing here?!" she exclaimed, taken aback.
"I came to return your purse," he said, smoothly walking past her into the
bedroom. "I like your place," he remarked, looking around.
"My purse..." Julie prompted, still standing by the doorway. She wanted him out
as fast as she could, even though leaving the door open was letting in the cold.
"Oh, yes," he said, as if he had forgotten. Fishing around in a pocket, he
pulled the leather object out and offered it to her.
"Thanks..." Julie said distractedly, looking around. It wasn't cold outside her
room, it was warmer!
Frowning, she left the open door and reached over her bed to pull the curtain
back. Sure enough, the window was partly open.
"Damn it," she muttered. "No wonder I was freezing in here." She pulled the
window shut, cutting off the flow of cold, night air.
"Sorry to bother you so late," he said apologetically over one shoulder as he
studied her wardrobe. "I'm heading out early in the morning, and this was my
only chance."
"Who let you in so late?" Julie asked, a little suspicious. She didn't give much
thought to why she disliked him so much when he was nothing but polite. He had
come all this way to give her purse back, after all.
"Oh, one of those servants," he said offhandedly, running his fingers over the
door of the wardrobe. "This is a lovely colour!" he said, sounding impressed by
the varnished wood. He put his hand on the doorhandle, and just as Julie was
about to object to him peeking at her collection of kinky outfits, the door
flung open and a black figure burst out, throwing him to the carpet.
"Julie!" the blonde-haired man cried out, struggling to his feet as the
black-covered man levelled a weapon at the stunned girl.
With a strong tug on their assailants' leg, the blonde-haired man overbalanced
him and sent him toppling to the ground. The man grunted as he hit the carpet
and kicked back, catching Julies' would-be protector on the back of the head.
"W...what..." Julie stammered, backing up on the bed as their attacker climbed
to his feet and approached her.
"How..." Julie breathed, and glanced sideways at the open window. He must have
come in when she was having her shower... and she had lain her clothes out
beforehand... she hadn't looked in the wardrobe!
"Lights out," the man said triumphantly through the balaclava covering his face,
and raised the gun again.
In a shower of panties and socks, the blonde-haired man brought one of the
drawers from the wardrobe down on her attacker, sending him crashing unconscious
to the ground.
"Are you... okay?" the blonde-haired man asked, panting slightly from exertion.
Julie took a moment for her heart to calm down, and then burst into tears.
"Hey!" he exclaimed, coming over to sit on the bed. Sobbing, Julie crawled into
his arms and buried her face in his shoulder.
"Why..." she choked, squeezing him tightly. He remained silent, and after a few
seconds, Julie pulled away from him, swallowing her tears.
"Sorry," she said, making an attempt to laugh. "It's not very dominant of me, is
it?"
"It's very girly of you though," he said, smiling. Julie made another attempt to
laugh, but it came out more like a sob.
"Lucky I left my purse behind," she said, trying to smile. "You have a habit of
saving me."
"Right place, I guess," he said dismissively. "Do I get a hug this time?" He
grinned playfully.
Julie rolled her eyes. "Fine, but don't tell Simeon," she muttered, leaning over
to embrace him.
"Do I get a name?" she asked in his ear.
"Julian," he replied, sliding his arms around her. Hidden behind her back, his
fingers plucked a small, pointed metal spike from within his sleeve, and pressed
it through Julies' clothes.
She barely moved as he withdrew the fine tip from her back, assuming it was
something in her dressing gown catching her skin.
He held her close for a few more seconds to make sure she hadn't noticed, and
then let go of her. She pulled back, looking at him.
"You should probably go," she advised. "I'll go get someone to deal with this
guy... before he wakes."
She paused imperceptibly to blink, but Julian noticed it.
"But I have somewhere to be in the morning," he said sadly. Blinking again,
Julie frowned in confusion.
"What?" she asked, her head tilting slightly.
"You're a nice girl, Julie," he said with a smile. Julie frowned for a few more
seconds, and then smiled.
"Thanks," she said, sounding happy. She watched as Julian got up and went to her
wardrobe, stepping over the undergarments scattered across the floor. He reached
into the wardrobe, and pulled out a thick collar.
"Hey..." Julie began, blinking heavily. "You... shouldn't... be looking... in
there!"
"Oh, but this collar is mine," Julian told her, sitting down on the bed again.
Julie looked down at it in confusion, her head swaying forwards. It was hard to
concentrate, but she noticed the clear sections along its sides, and the gentle
motion of the liquid stored inside.
"It's for you," he said soothingly. "Want to try it on?"
"Mm... try it on..." Julie said, trying to hold herself upright. There was
something wrong...
"Good girl," he said, pushing her hair back and sliding the collar around her
throat. Julian positioned it properly, and then closed it.
"Tight..." Julie said, looking down at his hands. So fine and delicate, she
found herself thinking. She barely felt the needles inside the collar slide into
her soft throat, releasing more drugs into her system.
Such small hands, she thought, watching the world tilt as she fell back onto the
bed. Like a thief...
Her unfocused eyes widened briefly as she realised what had happened. She had
had her purse at the hospital... but Julian left before she did... he couldn't
have picked it up...
Fighting to put the pieces together amidst the drugs rapidly dragging her mind
into darkness, Julie felt her eyes close. He had brushed past her on his way
out... he had stolen her purse...
"Is she out?" the man in the balaclava asked, standing up and rubbing his head.
"Yeah, she'll sleep like a baby for a few hours," Julian said, standing over the
unconscious Julie.
"You're sure it's her?" the man asked, picking up his gun.
Julian undid the ties on Julies' gown and ran his hand across her belly button.
The black marking was clearly visible through her night-gown, and a few
centimetres above was the bulge of her necklace
"Yeah, it's her. Moira unwittingly gave us all the right information." He
chuckled softly.
"They sabotaged the security system again," his companion said in an annoyed
tone. "We have no idea where she is in the station."
"It doesn't matter, she won't get into the facility," he muttered, putting an
arm around Julie and lifting her upright. She moaned softly, but her eyes
remained closed.
Without another word, they walked out, the lamp faithfully providing light to an
empty room.
Moira made her way cautiously down the white corridor, checking each door as she
passed it. They were all protected by keypads, and she had no idea of what the
codes were. She quickly found herself at the other end, and no wiser as to what
was behind any of the many rooms.
"Fine then," she said, positioning herself outside the doorway she thought the
two men had gone into. They had to come out eventually, and she would be
waiting.
But as the minutes dragged on in silence with no-one emerging, she grew
impatient. Cursing under her breath, she straightened from leaning on the wall
and started to walk away. As she did, the door slid open behind her.
Moira stiffened and turned, her gun raised to silence the expected cry of
discovery. But the white-coated man who emerged was absorbed in a clipboard,
thumbing through the many pieces of paper on it. Oblivious to her presence, he
headed off in the opposite direction. Moira didn't waste any time recovering
from her surprise; she was lunging through the door before it had a chance to
close.
The second white-coated man didn't have time to sound the alarm as Moira's fist
flashed out, catching him square in the nose.
"Ah!" He let out a nasal cry and staggered back from the door as it hissed shut,
hands protectively covering his face.
"What are you doing?!" he exclaimed painfully, blood appearing between his
fingers.
"That's for taking my guard," Moira said smartly, surveying the room with
quickly widening eyes. It wasn't the silver steel table where her semi-naked
guard lay, or the vaguely familiar instruments and objects on the trolley beside
it that made her throat tighten, it was what lay through the window that filled
the far side of the sterile white room.
A small part of her awareness keeping track of her slowly recovering companion,
Moira approached the window, her eyes exploring the large, open area that lay
below. So this is what he was doing...
Trying to control her rising disquiet, Moira turned away from the window.
Casting her eyes across the nearby trolley's contents, she selected a syringe
and filled it with what she hoped was a sufficiently powerful sedative.
"What are you doing?" the man stammered, lowering his hands slightly and backing
away. He twitched his nose slightly, the skin rippling slightly as the cartilage
underneath shifted.
In the blink of an eye, Moira had a grip on his coat and was sinking the syringe
into his neck. He struggled hard against her and pushed her away, causing her to
knock the trolley over. The confusion in his red eyes was gone now, replaced by
anger.
"You bitch," he spat, clutching at his neck and swaying slightly. Moira tilted
her head, as if acknowledging a compliment.
"It's about time you acted Dominant," Moira said in disgust, watching
dispassionately as his eye lids became heavy and he slumped to the ground.
She leant over him to check he was out, before turning to where her guard lay
flat on her back. Her eyes were closed, and her chest was rising and falling
regularly, as if she was sleeping.
Moira felt a chill as she studied what the guard was now wearing. At any other
time, the sight of the tight straps encircling her lithe form would have brought
a sadistic smile to her face, but she knew vaguely what lay in store for the
girl, and it scared her. Placing one hand on the girls' bare throat, she poured
herself into the girl. It would ruin all her carefully done reprogramming, but
there wasn't time to be delicate.
The girls' eyes flew open and she convulsed in shock. A second later she let out
a loud gasp, and sat up on the table.
"What the..." she began, her look changing between Moira's expression and the
outfit she was wearing.
It was made of thick, red rubber, several centimetres thick, and its separate
pieces encircled her body from her ankles to her neck. Each segment was wide as
well, and she let herself be thankful that one of them hugged her breasts,
covering her modesty somewhat.
The man breathing heavily on the floor had been in the process of adding the
straps that joined the separate parts. She could feel them running up her back,
but there was currently only one down her front, starting at her neck and
running down between her breasts to the band surrounding her waist. She felt her
face warm as she realised her naked labia were brushing against the cold steel
of the table; the straps afforded her no protection there.
"What are you doing to me?" the shocked girl demanded of Moira, jumping off the
opposite side of the table and looking for an exit.
"I'm doing nothing," Moira said irritably. She pointed to the window, and
stepped back to allow her room.
The girl stopped trying to work out how to get past Moira, and glanced in the
direction indicated. Her jaw dropped.
Silently, she padded closer to the window and placed her forehead against the
glass. Her breath caused a little circle of fog to appear on the cool surface,
but she didn't notice. She was too busy staring into the glass cylinders that
were arrange in a neat grid across the circular floor below, each one containing
the limp, pale pink form of a captive female.
She glanced down at her outfit, and then back at the cylinders. Where hers was
incomplete, each cylinders' occupants' outfit was not. They all wore a thick
mask that hid their face, and each of the identical red straps around them was
festooned with tubes that disappeared into the floor of the cylinder. Their hair
floated limply around their heads, evidence of the slowly circulating water that
filled each one of the cramped prisons.
"Are they awake?" she breathed, almost unwilling to believe her eyes. There were
hundreds of them, and she could only see a couple that were unoccupied...
"I don't think so," Moira said. "He had only begun to think of this when I left.
Believe me when I say I doubt this is the extent of it."
The girl rounded on Moira, her eyes cold.
"What do you want me for? Are you just teasing me, so you can laugh all the
harder as your goons put me in one of those... those things!?" She stressed the
word as her eyes flickered to the window behind her.
"I spent the last few weeks re-educating you, and I blew it all in one second.
Do you think I'm playing games?" Moira asked dangerously. "I know this place, I
know how big this area was, and I have little doubt that most of it has been
reassigned to what is outside that window or worse."
"Why are you helping me then?" the girl asked suspiciously. "Why not do...
whatever it is you did to him..." She gestured at the man on the floor. "Why not
drug me and get out of here!"
Moira took a deep breath to calm her self. This was not the time to get angry.
"Because," she said in a tone that was so smooth it could cut diamond. "I
underestimated this whole situation, and I need your help."
Susan paused outside the door, feeling guilty. She didn't like leaving Trig in
the middle of the night, but the urge to be with Julie was growing stronger with
every moment. She needed to be with her, to feel her touch on her skin, to taste
her...
Susan shook her head, her cheeks heating despite being alone. But the images
were still there, lurking in her mind and urging her onwards. She sighed deeply
and hurried off through the cold, silent house, not wanting to get caught in her
present outfit of lace and silk.
This always happened at the worst times, when her body would start reminding her
that she was owned by Julie. She was annoyed that it had to happen now of all
times, but the days events had taken a toll on her inherited abilities. Nyssa
had tried explaining it to both of them that she would slowly gain lesser
versions of Julies' abilities, and Susan had tried her hardest to understand.
Her lack of education had been a problem though, and in the end she had settled
with the explanation that whenever her body tried to fix itself or she exerted
herself, she used up her share of Julie and needed to 'refill'.
Getting knocked out for the afternoon and sleeping with Trig was just enough to
cause the longing she was feeling now, and she knew from experience that
ignoring it would leave her with nothing but a bad night's sleep.
She rounded the corner that led to Julies' room, and frowned at the open door.
"Julie?" she called, her feet padding against the carpet as she approached.
"Julie?" she repeated, looking into the empty room. It took a moment to register
the broken drawer and its contents spread across the floor.
"What..." she stammered, stepping back from the doorway. Her heart-rate jumped,
and she began to sweat.
She spun to run back down the hall, and saw something move. Then the world
exploded into stars, pain slamming into her head. She barely had a chance to
feel the bump rising on her temple before unconsciousness claimed her.
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Really big thanks to the lovely slavelucy for her assistance with the story.
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