Chapter 9 - Homecoming
Susan was still reeling from the latest assault on her mind, every shred of her
consciousness on a knife's edge, waiting to fight for her life once more. She
could hear them talking at the edge of her thoughts, the man who had brought her
here, and someone else, someone barely remembered before the mind-control device
sunk its claws into her.
"...Julie..." The single word pierced her guard, and she instantly returned to
the world around her. Her memories were confused, and she had to take in the
world around her once again.
The roughly square room was large, its walls and floor the same, boring metal as
everything else she'd seen. The only thing that set it apart was the dais at the
far end, where a dark figure was seated, watching her.
He looked sick, like every minute was an effort for him to continue living, his
gaunt face making Susan wonder whether he was paying attention. His eyes made
her certain he was, the blood red irises glinting with a piercing hatred that
scared her. His dark blue clothes were free and flowing, hands almost hidden by
the sleeves hovering over what Susan guessed were controls. There was something
wrong with his shape, but she couldn't tell what was underneath the fabric
covering him.
Julian was standing beside her, his fingers tapping the side of his thigh
nervously as he waited. Whilst Susan couldn't see him, the guards that stood
either side of the room were just visible to her, black clothes blending with
the obsidian shine of their weapons.
"If the girl is missing," the man said slowly, "she may attempt a rescue of her
friend... be ready when she does."
"Security should be active within the hour," Julian informed him. "It won't take
long to find her then."
Susan felt her heart leap with joy and hope; Julie had escaped! Julie could get
back home and get help, and then she could get rid of this horrible thing...
"Give her something menial to do," the man said, pain flickering briefly over
his face. Julian nodded slightly in reply. The man's hand twitched almost
unnoticeably, which Julian took as a sign to leave.
"Come," he said firmly, brushing Susan's shoulder. Unable to do anything but
obey, she silently followed after him.
Giving every appearance of calm, Trig stepped into Julies' room. Slipping into
habit, he scanned the room, noting the broken drawer, the open wardrobe with its
pushed aside clothes, and the partially open curtains bringing light into the
room. His calm faltered as he saw Kate, sitting at the foot of the bed and
hugging something close to her, knees against her chest.
She looked up as she heard him enter, her emerald eyes puffy with tears. She
made a soft squeak, and squeezed the soft silk bundle of Julies' dressing gown
tightly in her arms. One of the hands gripping the gown relaxed, and Kate began
absently sucking on her thumb.
"Kate," Trig said sternly, knowing that Nyssa wouldn't approve of him letting
her continue. It had taken Moira only a few days to train Kate, but without
using any of her methods, it was taking a long time for the teenager to recover.
"Come on," he said, slipping a hand under her shoulder and lifting gently.
"Let's go find Simeon and see what we can do."
Kate nodded weakly as she uncurled from her position, thumb slipping from
between her lips. Trig could hear the soft sound of rubber squeaking as she
moved, and felt his loins tingle at the thought of what lay beneath her clothes.
He left most of Kate's re-education to Nyssa, but he knew of the fights they had
when trying to get her to give up the form-fitting outfit.
The sound of someone's voice made him pause, his head swivelling towards the
bathroom. Kate leant shakily on him, one arm still tightly wrapped around the
dressing gown. Stepping over to the bathroom door, he pulled it open quickly.
Seeing Julie stepping through the portal caught him unprepared, and for a second
all he could do was stare and watch as the opening in the air closed. It didn't
last long, habit taking his focus to the blonde girl accompanying the young
Dominant, her blue eyes staring around her in amazement.
"Welcome back," he called, ignoring the heavy feeling in his heart at not seeing
Susan.
The dark-haired Dominant turned away from where the portal had been and almost
flung her self into his arms.
"Oh, Trig!" she exclaimed, hugging him tightly. "I'm so sorry." His body going
numb, Trig held her close, not daring to think of what had happened. Even the
sight of her almost painted on clothing wasn't enough to reach him.
Unable to say anything, he watched as Julie went to Kate and embraced her
friend. The bundled dressing gown fell to the floor between them; Kate crying
like Julie had been missing for days instead of the night.
"Julie..." Trig prompted after a moment, his calm face hiding the fear slowly
killing him.
"She's okay," Julie said over Kates' shoulder, avoiding eye-contact with him. He
took a deep breath as relief flooding his being, even though he could sense she
was hiding something.
"But..." he prompted again, steeling himself for the worst. Wordlessly Julie
reached up behind her neck and removed the broken mind-control device from her
skin. It glinted in the light as she threw it clumsily to him, reflexes coming
into action and plucking it from the air.
Trig turned the almost innocent-appearing device over in his hands, trying to
fathom what it was for.
"It goes on your neck... and... takes over... your head," Julie explained, her
eyes averted. "That one's broken... Susan..." She trailed off, and pulled away
from Kate.
"Trig..." she said cautiously, palm up to receive the device that was currently
clenched in his hand. "Trig, don't break it any more..."
His face was rigidly calm, but she could see the rising anger in his eyes, and
the way the muscles in his arm were straining.
"Trig, let go of it," she said firmly, adding an edge of command to her voice.
He flinched and released his grip, dropping it into her hand.
"Sorry," she told him, and glanced sideways at both Kate and Celina. She
couldn't help the smile that crossed her lips at seeing the way Celina was
staring around the room, awed by the colours and the new things she had never
seen.
"We should go tell Simeon what's happened," Trig suggested, pulling himself
together. Julie looked carefully at him.
"Don't worry about her," she said, as much for her own benefit as his.
"Dad...Seth said he would take care of her."
She knew with only a glance that he wouldn't rest until Susan was back in his
arms. Giving her father a silent warning, she put an arm around Kate and called
back at Celina.
"Let's go."
"You're sure about this?" Simeon asked Julie, his face full of doubt.
"No... but Celina said it would work, and she wouldn't lie; she seems to almost
adore me!" Julie rolled her eyes at the thought.
"I noticed, she seemed to want to cling to you like a child," Simeon noted.
She had shared her story with him earlier, almost breaking down as she related
what had happened to Susan. Simeon was confused by the story, and he was almost
certain that she knew more than she was telling him. Celina had revealed little
information about the mind-control device, which he had sent off to the Council
ship parked in the gardens for analysis.
"Well..." Simeon prompted, looking at her expectantly.
Julie whimpered at him, standing in his shower with her hand poised over the
cold tap. Her hand closed around the metal, but she couldn't bring herself to
turn it.
"Just get it over and done with," he told her, unsuccessfully hiding a smile.
"You're not afraid of a little water, are you?"
Julie stiffened at the accusation. Giving him a defiant look, she deliberately
turned the tap as quickly as she could. In an instant the showerhead sprang to
life, cold water bursting forth and catching her in the face.
She gasped in shock, taking a step back as Simeon tried not to laugh. Gritting
her teeth, Julie turned around to stand under the flow of water, letting it drum
against her back.
"Oh s...shit this is c...cold!" she exclaimed, her teeth chattering dramatically
as she hugged herself. It was a supreme effort of will for her not to throw back
the shower-screen and leap into the waiting tub of hot water.
"Is it working?" Simeon asked, sounding amused as he peered at her. Julie shot
him an angry look, but she reached up and scraped at where the suit reached her
neck.
At first it seemed to have no effect, but a little work rewarded her with an
edge that she could pull at.
"Yes!" she almost yelled, stepping quickly out of the flow. Her fingers worked
at the neck, peeling it back like a sticker on a glass window. Slowly her arms
came free, and then began pulling it down her body. She was uncomfortably aware
of how her nipples stood out proudly on her breasts, seemingly growing larger as
she uncovered the soft flesh underneath the blackness.
The invasive suit slipped easily from her orifices like it had turned into
flimsy rubber. Leaving it like a discarded cocoon in the bottom of the shower,
she turned off the water and opened the door.
"Mm, very nice," Simeon hummed appreciatively, eyeing her. Julie grinned widely
despite her shivering, and embraced Simeon in a bear-hug, pressing her naked
skin against him.
"HEY!" he yelled in mock outrage as the cold water on her body quickly soaked
through his clothes.
Laughing playfully, Julie let go and prance naked over to the big, round
spa-bath. Whilst Simeon frantically tried to shed his wet clothes, Julie lowered
herself into the water, sighing as it closed over her skin.
"Thanks," Simeon said sarcastically, standing in his underwear with arms crossed
over his chest. "I come here to help and this is how you reward me."
"You're here just to see me in the nude," Julie accused, eyeing the bulge in his
underwear.
"Maybe I am," he replied slyly. Stripping off his remaining clothes, he slipped
into the tub with her.
"Simeon..." Julie looked at him across the surface of the water, her face pained
as she felt his legs slide against her own. She knew what her body wanted, her
recent exertions made it increasingly hard for her to ignore, but she couldn't
do it...
"It's Susan isn't it," Simeon stated gently, putting an arm around her as he
watched emotions flicker across her features. Julie made a weak attempt to pull
away, but he kept a firm grip on her shoulder, and a moment later he was drawing
her into his arms as she began to cry.
"I left her behind," Julie sobbed, the guilt that had been eating away at her
coming to the surface. "I didn't even... try to help..." She straddled his legs,
pressing herself tightly against him and buried her face in his neck to sob.
"You made the right decision," Simeon whispered reassuringly into her ear,
trying to ignore the softness of her skin against him. "If anything had gone
wrong, you could both be prisoners, or worse!"
"But... I didn't try!" Julie cried, moving so she could look at him, her cheek
resting against his shoulder. "I just... walked away..."
"And now you and Celina are safe here," Simeon told her, giving her a squeeze.
"We won't forget Susan, or the other slave-girls at this Station. And don't
forget your Dad's promise."
Julie laughed sadly between her sobs.
"You don't trust him?" Simeon asked. She shook her head half-heartedly.
"He tells me why he left... but..."
"...It doesn't make up for the years?" Simeon finished for her. She merely
hugged him tighter.
"I think he's done more than you think, Julie," he told her, smiling softly as
she looked up. Her violet eyes were puffy with tears, and her cheeks were red,
but he could see the curiosity in her face.
"You look awful," he said gently, and was rewarded with a rueful smile.
"You think Susan will be okay?" she asked him, her eyes searching for any sign
of doubt.
"Your father's spent most of your life hiding, but he has been taking care of
you, and I think he'll take care of Susan too." Julie looked up at him for a
second, before resting her head back against his bare chest.
"You think so?" she asked, sounding uncertain.
"He'll look after her like she's his other daughter," Simeon reassured her. "Or
else he'll have you and Trig to answer to. You just have to wait and trust him."
"But I hate waiting," Julie murmured, rubbing affectionately against him. Her
doubts remained, but she realised that there was no point worrying when she
could do nothing but wait.
"Waiting isn't always bad," he said slowly, his hands sliding down her back to
disappear under the water. Julie straightened up to look him in the eye,
squeezing his legs between her own as he cupped her cheeks in his hands.
"It can be very bad sometimes," Julie said in a sultry tone, leaning in close to
him. She moved her hips forward, feeling his erection pressed between them.
"Extremely," he agreed heavily, pushing off from the side with Julie clinging to
him.
Sitting her down on a seat jutting out under the water, he leant in and kissed
her on the lips. She returned it almost hungrily, their tongues sliding against
each-other. The taste of her made his skin tingle, like a rush of adrenaline.
"Ah," she breathed around his mouth, her own skin tingling pleasantly.
To Julie it seemed like a contradiction that she could feed off him like she did
Susan, and that he could feed off her in turn; it didn't seem to add up, but she
was thankful that it worked. Without Susan she would have been forced to
covertly feed off Kate, had it not been for Simeon's presence. She knew that she
would eventually have to tell Kate everything, but for the time being she was
keeping her differences hidden. She told herself that her friend was still too
fragile to know, but she wondered whether she was afraid of what Kate would
think...
"Hey," Simeon said gently, looking at her with an expression of both concern and
veiled lust. With a start, Julie realised she had gotten lost in her thoughts.
"You okay?"
She stared for a moment into his eyes, thinking how they looked so similar to
the ones she saw when she looked in a mirror. They had been a dull grey before
his recovery, but as the weeks went by they had changed to what he told her was
their original colour of bright violet.
"Yeah," she said, a smile crossing her lips.
"Susan wouldn't want you to turn me down just because she's been captured," he
said, misinterpreting her hesitation.
"She would be too shy to say so," Julie replied, a slightly sad fondness in her
voice.
"She'll be okay," he told her, smiling reassuringly.
"I know," Julie said hotly, as much for her own benefit as his. "Stop worrying
about me, and start using this!" With her arms and legs wrapped tightly around
his body, she ground her hips against his cock to illustrate.
"You little slut," he teased, his hands kneading the soft muscles of her
buttocks.
"I might be offended by that," she said slyly, and gently caught his lower lip
with her teeth. She let out a slight giggle as his tongue slithered across the
prison of her teeth, releasing him.
"What are you going to do about it?" he asked playfully, pressing her back
against the edge of the tub to emphasise his position.
"Mm," she hummed, feeling his cock pressed against her open folds. "Maybe
I'll..." She bent slightly, rubbing herself against his erection. "...do that a
little more."
"I might have to screw you if you keep doing that," he said, grinning slyly.
"Oh, really?" she asked, grinning back as she tightened her legs grip on his
waist.
"Over the side of the bath," he added, making her eyes widen with desire. Julie
moaned softly, and looking directly into his face, she ground her hips against
his own.
She felt him tense, and then they were moving, pushing them backwards with his
feet on the bottom of the tub. She let out an excited squeal and tightened her
hold around his shoulders as they moved, the water dragging against her naked
body, swirling between them and over her hot sex.
"You asked for it!" he growled, taking hold of her thighs in his hands.
"No!" She squirmed playfully as he pulled on her legs, untangling them from
around his waist.
Her hands began to slip around his neck as he turned her body around, pinning
her against the edge of the tub with his weight. She could feel his cock pressed
between her butt-cheeks, and her heart began to race as she thought about what
he could do in this position. She gave only token resistance as he pulled her
arms free and drew them up behind her back, forcing her to bend forwards over
the edge. Water curled down between her upraised butt-cheeks to caress her
delicate privates.
"Please," Julie pleaded, twisting in his grasp to look back at him. She could
feel the water running off her, running down her smooth skin to land on the
quickly soaking bath-mat.
Simeon entered her swiftly, wrenching a squeal of shocked delight from her lungs
as he slid deep into her sex. His entry sent pleasure up through her body,
vaginal muscles clenching to try and keep the hard intruder inside as he began
to withdraw.
Water still dripping from her body into the quickly growing puddle, Julie shut
her eyes and gritted her teeth as he began stroking rapidly into her. With every
thrust that shook her with pleasure, she felt the slight pain from her
shoulders, reminding her of his control.
Her world contracted to the hard stroke of his cock, the soft, wet sounds coming
from her body, the gentle lapping of water against her thighs and the side of
the tub, and the feeling of droplets falling from her breasts with every shake
of her body. She could hear him breathing heavily above her, and feel his
fingers slide as he tried to maintain his grip on her slippery skin.
"Yes-s-s," she hissed, spreading her legs further for him. Her vaginal muscles
clenched down on him as hard as her hands were on his arms, helping him to hold
her up.
Julies' toes began to curl underwater as she felt her orgasm approaching, its
warmth burning deep within her loins. Through her teeth she let out a pitiful
moan, wishing it could go on forever. It was too soon to cum!
"No," she breathed, trying to force it back down. Simeon could feel her body
tense in preparation and slowed his pace, but by then it was too late, and she
peaked, the orgasm washing over her like a tidal wave over her hastily erected
fortifications.
A long, drawn out sigh came from deep within her throat, but even as she basked
in the warm glow she knew that it wasn't strong enough. She still wanted more,
and the thought made her already glowing cheeks burn with shame.
Simeon slowed his thrusting as she purred in the afterglow, and released one of
her arms. She sighed in relief as the pressure on her shoulder was released, and
then let out a little yelp as Simeon's free arm encircled her waist and lifted
her upright again. Releasing her other arm he hugged her from behind, his cock
slipping wetly from her body due to the angle.
"Don't stop," she panted softly, her hands clasped over his as she twisted to
look over her shoulder.
"I'm not finished," he whispered playfully, and kissed her ear as he pulled one
hand free. She watched as he reached across to the corner of the tub and
collected a small, unlabeled jar.
"One leg up," he said, his voice gently commanding.
"Yes Sir," Julie replied in a teasing tone, trying to hide her nervousness.
Her heart was pounding as she lifted her foot onto the edge of the tub,
extremely conscious of the way this exposed the pinkness between her firm
cheeks. His hand pushed on her back, making her lean on her knee. She already
knew what he had planned, but the touch of his lubricant-covered finger against
her tight hole sent a shiver up her spine anyway. She couldn't help but try and
lift off his finger as it slid past her defences, her cheeks reddening rapidly
at the shame.
"Not over the edge again," she whispered, shutting her eyes and squirming
slightly as he moved his finger around.
"Aw," Simeon said in mock disappointment, and pulled his finger out.
Julie was already thinking about what would soon follow as he guided her across
the water to where the submerged seat hid. Facing towards him, she stood on the
seat either side of him and squatted down, holding herself above his cock
protruding from the water.
She was almost shaking with anticipation as he placed one arm around her
shoulders and pulled her close. She knew she would probably enjoy it, but she
was still scared; despite her boast to Susan, it would only be her second time.
"Relax," Simeon reminded her with a whisper, gently putting his weight on her
shoulders with his other hand holding his cock steady.
"Easy for you to say," she breathed, laughing nervously.
He heard her indrawn breath as the tip of his cock touched her pink rosebud. He
couldn't help but be both amused and aroused by her fear... she was so complex.
She could voluntarily wear a pair of highly invasive rubber panties and enjoy
every moment, but the thought of anal sex turned her knees to jelly.
She whimpered softly, the head of his cock buried in her butt. With her eyes
squeezed shut, she tried desperately to relax and imagine that it was nothing
more than one of her big dildos she was lowering her self onto. She could feel
his warm firmness sliding past her muscles, the lubricant and water making his
entry painless and easy.
She felt her thighs touch the surface of the water, and moaned softly. Simeon
pushed harder on her shoulders, and combined with her quickly failing knees, she
slid down onto his lap in one swift motion.
"OH!" Julie gasped, unprepared for the sudden penetration.
"There," Simeon whispered in her ear, his arms encircling her body. Gradually
she relaxed and laid forward against him, letting his hands gently massage her
spread cheeks as she hugged him. She could feel the water lapping against the
hot, slippery folds of her sex, and despite herself she pushed down to feel it
brush over her clit.
Panting with arousal, Julie pushed her hips forward, grinding her sex against
Simeon's pelvis as she tried to adjust to the feeling of his cock inside her.
The sensations her muscles were causing as they tensed and relaxed around him
was amazing, and it took all his self-control not to simply pull her up off his
cock and start thrusting.
"Come on," Julie urged breathlessly, one of her hands snaking down between them
to rub her soft, pink petals. Excitement was quickly overriding her inhibitions,
and she began squeezing his cock between her cheeks, lifting herself up with the
arm around his neck.
"Slut," he whispered affectionately in her ear, and with his hands on her
buttocks he thrust upwards, burying himself to the hilt within her tight anus.
Julie let out a cry of shocked pleasure and gripped his cock tightly as he
withdrew. A moment later his hips moved and he was sliding back into her,
stretching her wide around his flesh.
Simeon's ribs ached a little from the force with which Julie was squeezing him
with her knees. She was breathing hurriedly in his ear, her breasts squashed
between their wet bodies. The way her anal passage gripped him was fast working
him towards a powerful orgasm, and judging by the way her fingers were working
her engorged clit between them, she wasn't too far away from one either.
Julie whined for a few seconds as he increased his pace, her mind totally
focused on the feelings in her loins. The fast, regular motion of his cock, the
feeling of her fingers pressed against her clit... Simeon began to tense up, his
thrusting more urgent...
"AH," he gasped, his hips slamming up to press against her behind. Julie
stiffened in surprise as she felt him cum within her, the sudden jet of warm
wetness within her unexpected. Her fingers ground her clit against her pubic
bone as she realised what was happening, pushing herself over the edge into her
own orgasm.
"Mm," she purred, gripping his body tightly as the pleasure washed over her. His
hands left her buttocks to hug her tightly, his cock twitching within her as the
orgasm faded.
"Thanks," she whispered tiredly, nuzzling his neck.
"You too," he replied, sliding off the seat with her. The water closed over them
until all that was visible was their heads.
Julie climbed off him with a groan, and sat down beside him in the water,
resting her head on his shoulder. They were quiet for a minute, slowly catching
their breath.
With a decisive grunt, Julie straightened and looked around for the soap.
Spotting it sitting across the other side of the bath, she moaned unhappily.
"It's too far away," she said to Simeon. He laughed softly, following her gaze
to the pale-blue bar.
"Go and get it, lazy," he admonished her gently.
Narrowing her eyes at the soap, Julie tried to grab at it with her mind, but the
soap seemed as slippery to her thoughts as it would be to her fingers.
"Do it the normal way," Simeon suggested, chuckling softly. "You won't achieve
much trying that."
Julie looked startled, before she realised that he could sense her attempts. Her
cheeks flushing red, she waded across the bath and collected the soap.
"I could do it before!" she protested, and playfully threw the bar at him. He
just grinned at her, watching as it hit the water in front of him with a plonk
and sank to the bottom. Julie grit her teeth, and made her way sheepishly back
across the bath.
"Was this after you saw Susan?" he asked as she reluctantly came to sit with him
again. She nodded.
"Then you were probably all emotional, which helped you use your ability," he
theorised. Julie began blushing furiously as she remembered.
"Tell me what really happened," Simeon said, grinning at her expression. Julie
was unable to look at him as she related the events she had omitted earlier.
"You little devil you!" he exclaimed in between laughs.
"Don't tell anyone!" Julie pleaded with him, her eyes wide with excited fear.
"Of course not," Simeon reassured her, his chest shaking with mirth. With a
groan he stood up in the tub and stretched. Julie stared up at him from her
sitting position with red cheeks, trying to avert her eyes from what now lay
right in front of her face.
"Why don't you get cleaned up and I'll meet you outside," he suggested, climbing
out of the bath. He collected the now limp, silky suit from the bottom of the
shower.
"See you," he said from the doorway, and blew her a kiss.
Julie waved back and gave a weak smile, still unable to quite believe that she
had told him. Trying to ignore the faint sound of his continued laughter, she
collected the soap and began to wash herself.
With a completely neutral expression on her face, Susan folded the sheets on the
bed before her, her hands moving with a practiced ease as she tucked it under
the edge of the mattress. With a casual glance over the neatly made bed, she
turned and walked out of a cell that could have been hers for all she could
tell. Taking hold of the handle on a trolley piled high with more neatly folded
sheets, she pushed it down the small hall to the next cell. The door opened
automatically for her, and she continued the routine of stripping the bed and
replacing them with clean sheets, the same routine she had been following for
what seemed like hours.
A passive observer inside her own body, Susan could do nothing but watch and
endure. Her arms were getting sore from working with all the sheets, and her
belly was rumbling with hunger. But all of the discomforts paled beside her
constant arousal.
She could feel her female juices running down her thigh as she worked. The soft
rosiness of her cheeks and the way her clit throbbed every time she bent over
were slowly driving her mad; made infinitely worse by the fact that she could do
absolutely nothing to gain release.
She knew why she felt this way; her body was telling her that it was time to
find Julie. But there was no hope of finding her friend and Mistress any time
soon. She clung to the thought that Julie was free and looking for a way to help
her out, but she had quickly realised that it would take a lot of time for a
rescue.
Be careful, she silently called to Julie, whilst outside her head she pushed the
trolley up to the next waiting cell.
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Thanks go out to slavelucy for her help in creating this story
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