Chapter 8 - Forsaken
With a sudden snap, Susan returned to consciousness. The last few hours were
like a dream, barely remembered images and sensations flashing through her mind.
She remembered how her new clothes had crawled over her skin and the sharp pain
as they had pierced her nipples, but everything else was hazy.
Her first reaction when she found she couldn't move was to panic. Had she been
paralysed by that... thing on her neck?
And then she rolled over on the mattress underneath her, and her body went cold.
It was the most disturbing thing Susan had ever felt, as the new occupant of her
body moved around to get comfortable. With it came the rest of her memories...
the infiltration of her mind... the never-ending pressure as it tried to silence
her. She felt a tiny thrill of achievement that she had resisted the machine,
but the thought rapidly disappeared as her hand moved without her volition,
rubbing at her sore nipples.
Silently she screamed as she tried to break free from its control. She felt so
small... so trapped...
There was a sudden discontinuity in her thoughts, as if something had changed.
Blinking nervously, she tried to work out what it was. What had happened... was
the device trying to get her again? Absently, her fingers rubbed at her recently
pierced nipple, feeling where the suit passed through the fresh hole.
The lights came on suddenly, and Susan raised a hand to shield her dark-adapted
eyes...
"I'm free," she breathed as realisation dawned, excitement rising rapidly.
Squinting as she moved her hand, she reached behind her head...
The door to her tiny cell opened suddenly, and she hesitated. The tall figure
that strode in made her heart stop and her body grow cold.
"Hello, bitch," Lyle said, striding up to her. "No chastity belt to protect you
now!" Smiling smugly, he tore the blanket from her bed and threw it across the
room.
"No!" she screamed, pretty green eyes wide with terror. "You... you're dead!"
With the mattress now bare except for her pillow, Susan curled into the corner
like a child, the black suit covering her nudity glistening in the light.
"I'm very much alive," he replied, undoing his pants. Susan recoiled in horror
at the terrible scars covering his legs, twisted reminders of what Julie was
capable of.
"You... you..." she stammered, voice breaking. "It can't..." Tears began to run
down her cheeks as he removed his remaining clothes. Through blurred vision she
watched him key something into the door controls, and with a click it locked.
"It's time to fuck your arse," he said with a twisted smile, and advanced
towards her.
"NO!" Susan screamed, jumping from her corner to try and get past him. He caught
her easily with one hand, throwing her back on the bed. Before she could recover
he was upon her, roughly turning her onto her back and pulling her arms behind
her until she screamed with the pain in her shoulders.
"Please...no..." she cried, her screams degenerating into incoherent sobbing as
he roughly parted her thighs. Her slender legs flailed futilely, banging
painfully against the wall.
"I've waited for this," he growled in her ear, positioning himself against her
rear.
She would have given anything for her belt at that moment. His cock was there at
her tiny hole... and with one thrust he was in, the slickness of the suit
allowing easy entry.
Susan shrieked at the terrible violation, her cry ringing in the small, square
room. The suit provided her delicate insides no protection as he began thrusting
violently, battering his way deeper into her body. Unlubricated, the soft
membranes tore quickly under the violence of each stroke, wrenching agonised,
high-pitched screams from deep within her throat.
Her shrill cries slowly died with every thrust, her mind retreating from the
pain and abuse. Lubricated by her blood, he worked himself deeper, thrusting
faster and harder. His hands clawed at her body, fingers adding more blood to
the white sheets as they dug into the soft flesh of her breasts.
Her breathing came in short, sharp gasps, her eyes wide and unfocused. Every few
seconds a sob would escape from her open mouth, a steady stream of saliva and
tears mingling on the mattress under her chin.
He came quickly, the salty liquid burning within her raw interior. His departure
offered only a small decrease in the agony she felt. She was too lost in her
pain to feel him throw the blanket back over her as he departed, or to notice
the discontinuity as control of her body left once again.
She faded into a troubled, dreamless sleep.
The girls ate breakfast quietly from the small tray, the bland food like ash in
Julies' mouth. She could feel her bodies' hunger, but her appetite was gone
under the weight of her emotions. She couldn't stop thinking about Susan,
wondering where she was, what was happening to her.
"She'll be okay," Celina said softly, a smile hiding the concern in her eyes.
Julie looked across at the blue-eyed girl for a second, before returning her
gaze to the almost empty tray.
"Really?" she asked, sounding helpless.
"They won't... physically hurt her," Celina told her. "The Dominants consider us
to be animals here, so they won't beat her, or... have sex with her or anything
like that."
"Not... physically..." Julie repeated slowly.
"She'll... probably be sent down to help with the tanks, which will be bad
enough for her. I saw both your markings... she'll be safe until the bond wears
off enough so that..."
"So that...?" Julie prompted, looking concerned.
"They hate us," Celina said, her voice sounding choked. "The suits mask our
smell, so they don't have to 'endure' it, and apart from their little games,
they ignore us. But they still depend on us for life..."
She turned to stare at the wall, tears in her eyes.
"I've never seen a planet, you know. Ever since I was old enough, I've been
under control of this thing..." Blinking back her tears, she tore the broken
mind-control device from her neck and flung it across the room. The clatter as
it came to rest made Julie look up in surprise, her problems forgotten
momentarily.
"I've seen pictures though, of grass, and animals... and I envy them their
freedom... We're literally like cattle, here... they harvest us! They put us on
drugs and stick us in horrible glass tanks and suck what they need from us..."
"So Susan..." Julies' eyes were wide with disbelief at what Celina was
describing.
"Once she isn't 'contaminated', they'll put her in a tank for a few months. If
she's lucky, the drugs will keep her unconscious for the whole time. If not..."
Celina trailed off, her expression full of pain.
"They... they've done this to you?" Julie asked, horrified. Months of not being
able to move... trapped... As Celina nodded, memories of the time when Moira
imprisoned her in the tube flashed through her mind. And that had only been an
hour...
"The last time... one of the girls didn't wake up when she received her
controller. It wasn't my fault... but... they... they put me in for a year. Most
people remember their time only as a dream... everything was so different when I
woke up... they gave me a few weeks of freedom before... putting it back on me
again..."
Unable to do anything else, Julie sat quietly, trying to process the slightly
disjointed story. Absently, she took a mouthful of bread and chewed.
"Do you know why they wanted to... harvest me?" Julie asked, her voice muffled
by the bread. Celina shook her head silently.
"There's been some weird stuff going on lately... even I've noticed. But... it's
only humans they want, not Dominants."
"Um... well, I'm not a complete Dominant," Julie confessed, pausing to swallow.
"I'm a hybrid."
Celina stared at her for a long moment, trying to work out whether Julie was
lying or not.
"You're really a hybrid?" she asked cautiously, like she didn't believe. "If you
were a hybrid, they would hate you even more. To them, you'd be something...
awful!"
Julie frowned at this, her confusion only deepening. When neither of them spoke,
she took the last of the bread from the tray and stood up to wander across the
room.
If they really hated what she was, why did they go to all the trouble to kidnap
her?
Grabbing the last of the bread, she left her small chair and sat down on the bed
to eat it in silence, her face grim. Finishing it quickly, she leant back
against the wall, her eyes closing sleepily. It was much too early...
Susan awoke suddenly, disturbed by the way her body was moving without her. It
took a few disoriented seconds for her to remember her predicament, and by then
she was walking... being walked, down a corridor somewhere.
Unable to do anything but watch passively, Susan tried to gather her fragmented
thoughts. The pain of last night was fresh in her mind, but she couldn't feel
anything out of the ordinary; no pain, no aches, nothing. Once she ignored the
slippery sensation of the suit, her body felt completely normal, as if the
injuries she had sustained had simply disappeared.
Each step she took made her unsupported breasts shake, but the remembered pain
from the bruises was missing. Unable to think of any explanation, she wondered
whether it was her bond with Julie that had caused her overnight healing.
Her thoughts immediately turned to wondering where Julie was, and she began
looking at the girls walking with her, desperately hoping that none of them were
her friend. It felt like she was staring through a window at the world around
her, and her frustration grew as she tried to make out the girls' blurred faces.
The person in front of her sharply changed direction, and Susan found herself
walking into a large, open room. From what she could make out it was roughly
square, but before she could be certain she turned sharply to follow several
other girls, their black-covered backs and buttocks all she could distinguish
them by.
So that's what I look like, she thought, her shame rising as she imagined her
appearance in the black suit. She was entranced by the way the light shone off
the suits exterior, faint reflections visible in the smooth surface. She looked
for her own reflection in the blackness, but frustratingly was unable to do so
before she turned away.
Either side of her, Susan could make out the black shapes of the girls sitting
on the floor. She tried to work out what they were doing, knowing that she would
soon be joining them, but her effort proved pointless.
She looked down and got a glimpse of something white jutting out of the floor,
before her view was cut off as her head rose again. Smoothly she lowered herself
down, her hips slotting perfectly into the horse-shoe-shaped seat as she assumed
a kneeling position. Inwardly Susan cringed in discomfort as her weight pressed
her downwards onto the twin poles, their almost frictionless surfaces sliding
easily into her orifices.
Her fear barely had time to begin to grow before the water started, warm jets
issuing from all over their surfaces. Silently Susan wailed in shame as the rate
increased, gently massaging her insides. She could feel the water running out of
her vagina to be caught by the seat and recycled. Her bladder released suddenly,
joining the flow and increasing her humiliation.
The addition of soap to the water wasn't noticed to begin with, but as the
gentle massage continued, Susan became aware of the slight stinging it was
causing. Immediately she assumed the worst, her mind coming up with dozens of
terrible things they could be washing her with, and she began to panic.
Her emotions had no way to escape though, and after a few minutes she began to
calm back down again. The water started to cycle out of her behind, the same as
it was doing for every one of the girls in the room.
The water faded away after a few frustrating minutes, leaving her aroused and
unable to gain release. Smoothly she raised herself from the seat and joined the
line of girls as they left the room, filing out past the man and woman standing
by the door.
Why were they doing this to her, she wondered; why did they want her clean
inside? Her lack of answers only frustrated her further, but she had nothing
else to occupy her mind with, except the girl in front.
"Wait," the man by the door said firmly, his hand brushing her arm. Susan
obediently stepped out of the line and waited patiently, facing away from him.
"I hate having to work here, Julian," the woman remarked unhappily. "The little
bitches always smell in the mornings."
"I quite like the smell," Julian remarked, and took a deep breath to illustrate.
"It's the smell of fear."
"The sooner they're clean and out of the way, the better," the woman said
firmly, watching the last of the girls leave the room. "It's not like we even
need to be here, they'll remain under control without supervision."
"You need to enjoy your work more," he told her smugly. "Some of them are
pretty, for humans..." Susan flinched inwardly as she felt him slap her
buttocks, silently cursing him.
"Why is she here?" the woman asked, sneering.
"She's the new one; 'he' wants to talk to her."
"Pah. The sooner she's sterilised, the better," the woman told him. Susan's
heart skipped a beat, the abject terror that struck her breaking through the
layers of enforced calm. She knew what the woman meant... they couldn't do that!
"Do that later," he said offhandedly. "He wants to see her right now."
"Fine," the woman said as he stepped up behind Susan. "I'll keep watching, not
that anything will happen!"
"Come with me," Julian commanded, ignoring the woman.
Returning to life, Susan obediently followed after him as he walked off down the
corridor. Through the doors either side she could hear the other girls bathing,
and for a moment she envied them. She felt like a long, hot shower.
"We have to go," Celina whispered urgently, shaking Julie by the shoulder. The
short-haired girl grunted unhappily, and rolled onto her back, blinking in the
light.
"Ugh, I feel terrible," Julie moaned, rubbing her eyes. "I shouldn't have gone
back to sleep."
Celina helped Julie to her feet, and passed her a hairbrush.
"Thanks," Julie mumbled, brushing her hair. It would look terrible, but she
didn't care.
"Once they get the security system up, we're as good as caught," Celina said
grimly. "It won't be long now; it's usually fixed the morning after."
"Where are we going then?" Julie asked, hoping her hair looked okay without a
mirror to check.
"We could steal a ship," Celina said uncertainly. "Hopefully by the time they
realise it's gone we'll be out of range of the weapons."
"Weapons..." Julie said flatly, putting the brush down. "I don't want to get
blown up."
"How else can we get away?" Celina looked beaten, as if she'd already given up
on escaping.
"Well... how did they get Susan and me here in the first place?"
"The portal room... but where will we go? I don't know any coordinates."
"They used it to get to Earth... I think," Julie said uncertainly.
"That would take us to wherever they arrived," Celina said, starting to look
hopeful.
"But..." Julie sighed heavily. "What about Susan?"
Celina was silent for a few seconds, her expression bleak. Wordlessly she handed
Julie the mind-control device, and walked to the door.
"We can't help her now," Celina said softly, hitting the door release. Putting
the metal device on her neck, Julie stood slowly and together they walked out
into the corridor
It was an effort for Julie to walk and act calm, when her thoughts were centred
on Susan. She felt like she was abandoning her friend to a terrible fate, if
even half of what Celina had said was true. The blonde had shared the
possibility that Susan could be experiencing it all as just a dream, and Julie
desperately hoped it was true. Celina had thought it best not to mention that
Susan's initial resistance was a good indication she was still fully conscious.
"I can't leave her behind," Julie said under her breath, staring at the backs of
Celina's finely toned legs. "There has to be a way to find her..."
A familiar sensation at the edge of her mind made her pause in mid-stride.
"Wait," Julie said in a low voice, her eyes searching. She hadn't noticed it
before, but it was close...
"In here," she said to Celina's confused expression. Keying open the door they
were stopped beside, Julie hurried through.
"What are you doing!?" Celina hissed anxiously, looking around the thankfully
empty lab.
"Getting this," Julie said with a smile, plucking her necklace from the grasp of
the machine which had been patiently scanning it. Putting the purple and gold
item around her neck, she turned and paused at Celina's expression.
"It'll get noticed," she said, her eyes still darting around nervously.
"I'm not leaving it," Julie said firmly, holding the necklace between her
breasts. Celina looked despairingly at Julie, but the slightly taller girl
wasn't backing down.
"Hold it in your hand, then," she conceded. "It'll get seen though!"
"Let's go," Julie said, nervous about lingering in the lab. Celina whimpered
fearfully, but took the lead, her head full of visions of getting caught.
"I wish I was better at this," Julie breathed, necklace clenched in her hand.
Nyssa had told her it was possible to find someone she'd had contact with, but
Julie had no idea how to do it.
"We need to be careful here," Celina whispered, looking back at Julie. "The lift
down is here, but it's also where everyone..."
As if to illustrate her point, a group of men entered the corridor ahead of
them, talking amongst themselves. Julies' hand was aching from nervously
squeezing the necklace, but the girls might as well have been invisible for all
the attention they were given. Celina looked back at Julie once they were past,
and gave her a relieved look.
Julie was a little disturbed that they hadn't been noticed at all by the men.
With her long blonde hair hanging down her back, the black, form-fitting suit
that Celina was wearing gave her an almost Amazonian appearance, and her figure
more than made up for any lack of breast-size she had. Julie had no doubt that
Simeon would like her wearing the suit, and yet neither of them had drawn a
single glance so far. She didn't want people to walk past and leer, but the
total lack of response disturbed her.
"Down here," Celina whispered, turning left into another corridor.
The girls passed an open doorway, trying to act normal in case anyone happened
to look. Julie froze a split second after she caught a flash of red out the
corner of one eye, her head snapping around.
For a moment she was speechless as she took in the occupants of the room. There
were a lot of guards in there, and a large dais dominated the far end of the
room. And standing between it and Julie, was a red-haired girl in pigtails.
"Julie!" Celina hissed back, her eyes wide with fear. Julie hurried forward,
before anyone saw her.
"It's Susan!" she whispered excitedly, standing beside the doorway.
"She's surrounded by a dozen guards!" the blonde protested, pulling tentatively
on Julies' shoulder. "Hurry, before they see us!"
Julie was silent, feeling the sharp pain in her fingers as she clenched the
necklace. Peering around the corner, she could see Susan's back, and the way the
suit hugged her familiar buttocks. She had no doubt it was her friend; the
different-coloured bows still in her hair gave it away.
She could feel the power rising within her as she continued to watch, her skin
tingling with it. She could do it... she could rescue Susan... she could...
"Stop that," hissed a male voice, grabbing Julie by the shoulder and pulling her
away from the door. Julie almost let out a squeak of horror at being discovered,
but the hand that slid over her mouth to prevent its escape was familiar.
"Dad..." Julie said uneasily, looking up at him.
"You need to get out of here, not perform dramatic rescues," he whispered
angrily, letting Celina go from his other hand.
"But..." Julie stammered, torn between loyalty to her friend and the chastising
look her father was giving her.
"Susan will be fine," he whispered firmly. "I put all this work into keeping you
safe and I find you right here, making foolish mistakes!"
"But..." she began, and wilted under his gaze. "I'm sorry," she said softly,
whilst her emotions raged inside. How dare he chastise her... she had to help
Susan... he left me for all those years... Susan...
"Go home," Seth growled, pulling back his sleeve. Julie got a brief look at the
device encircling his whole forearm as he keyed something in, and then his
sleeve was drawn over it again.
"Take her with you, too," he said, giving Celina a knowing look. The young
blonde looked strangely guilty, but she nodded obediently.
The air seemed thick with energy for a moment, and then with a silent hiss, the
portal opened, displaying the inside of Julies' bathroom a mere step away.
"What about Susan?" Julie asked emotionally, glancing at the nearby doorway.
"Leave Susan to me," he said firmly, but with a reassuring smile.
Julie stared at him, and then put her arms around his chest to give him a hug.
"Take care of her," she said softly in his ear, and then stepped through the
hole in the air after Celina.
She got a glimpse of his face before the portal closed again.
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