Chapter 17 - Cold Chill
"Keep moving," Julian growled, causing the girl to stumble as he shoved her in
the back. She looked back over her shoulder to glare at him, but the still
visible hand-mark on her cheek from her last hot retort ensured she kept quiet.
Julian made a point of leering at her, causing her to quickly look away as she
hid the blush that came to her cheeks. Every step she took reminded her of how
little she wore, the essentially transparent strips of silk that served as her
shirt and top allowing the air to touch everything.
It's not like he hasn't touched it all before, she thought angrily, recalling
how he had stripped the suit off her like he had been undressing a doll. A
feeling of horror made her shudder as she remembered how he had then prepared
her unconscious replacement, watching her reactions the whole time and taking in
every look of disgust as if it gave him pleasure. She had started to hate him
then, and her feelings had not improved one bit since.
"You will remain quiet," he ordered suddenly, needing no other words to express
his dislike of her. The touch of his hand on her shoulder made her stiffen, but
instead of the expected shove, he guided her through a set of wide doors.
Even though his face had been distorted by her mask and the glass tube, she had
no trouble recognising the figure seated at the opposite end of the room.
"Thank you Julian," he dismissed the younger man with a flick of his wrist.
Julian didn't look impressed with this, and she took the chance to throw him a
smugly satisfied grin that only widened when his face clouded over with rage.
"Do you think it is wise to be alone with this girl, Sir?" He spoke through
gritted teeth. "Perhaps I should find a less insolent..."
"That will be all," Guy told him, promising consequences despite the edge of
frailty in his voice.
"As you wish," Julian replied, his grey gaze falling on her with enough
intensity to peel paint. Brown eyes looked back unflinchingly above her
continued grin until with a furious look he turned away and stormed out.
"You are brave to bait Julian," Guy told her as the doors closed, cutting off
her avenue of escape. "He hates what he cannot have."
Her grin faded, and she turned to glare at him, arms crossed defiantly
underneath her breasts. Guy smiled at this, ignoring the barely covered curves
of her naked beauty to stare into her eyes. His steady gaze unsettled her, until
after several long seconds she was forced to look away. It was only for a
moment, but she knew he had noticed, and she hated losing.
"What is your name, Miss?" he asked. Having won their battle of wills, he now
allowed his gaze to travel down her figure, drinking in the curve of her hips,
the smooth indent of her belly-button, and the puffiness of her labia from her
recent time with the harvester.
She continued to glare silently, resisting the growing urge to massage her
aching breasts. They had returned to their normal size by the time she was free,
but a painful injection to each one ensured her torment continued. The doctor
who gave them had begun to warn her of the consequences of such rapid hormonal
changes, but Julian had silenced him before she could find out what they were.
She had a feeling that the aching was only the start.
"You can call me Guy," he told her, his gaze returning to her face. Again she
faced him, brown eyes burning with anger. After a long moment, she shuddered,
and looked away.
"Annabelle," she growled, staring at her feet as she tried to work out why she
just told him that. I never tell anyone my full name, she cursed silently. I
hate it!
"Welcome, Annabelle," he said with a soft smile.
"Anna," she snapped, glaring at him once again. He merely inclined his head in
acknowledgement.
"What do you want?" she demanded when she began to feel her gaze waver.
"Can you dance?" he returned smoothly.
"I'm not dancing for you, pervert," she spat back, looking slightly shocked.
"Your breasts hurt," Guy stated calmly. "Trust me when I say you will feel much
worse in a few hours."
"And...?" She raised her arms slightly, unconsciously protecting her aching
chest as he confirmed her fears.
"And I'm sure you want to be somewhere more comfortable when it starts," a
slightly cruel smile on his face.
Annas' eyes narrowed in loathing, whilst inwardly she shivered, wondering what
lay in store for her.
"Fuck you," she replied defiantly, firmly recrossing her arms even as her heart
pounded with fear. "Find some other slut to get you hard."
Guy smiled at her from across the room.
"If only that were possible," he said with a note of sadness in his voice, one
bony hand moving to rest across his belly.
Some of Anna's anger faded, as she knew he didn't mean there was a shortage of
other girls. But she refused to feel sorry for her captor, and continuing to
glare, sat herself down on the cold metal floor to wait. Shamelessly she crossed
her legs in front of her, as if taunting him with her nudity. Injections or not,
she would never dance for him.
"How is Susan?" Simeon asked casually once they were out in the hall.
"Probably still sleeping," Julie replied as they walked, more worried about
seeing Celina again.
"Probably," Simeon repeated disapprovingly, and stopped to frown.
"Do we have to start this now," she protested.
"You're here, I'm here," he pointed out firmly.
Julie glared at him for a second before giving in, knowing there was no arguing
when he used that tone. Reluctantly she felt for the little bundle in the back
of her mind that she knew was Susan.
"Okay, okay, she's... she's awake," Julie said with a note of surprise. "...I
think..." Simeon chuckled at this.
"Go find out," he suggested, pointing to Susan's door.
Julie nodded, wondering why her friend hadn't even said hi. She reached for the
door handle, and then pulled her hand back like it had snapped at her.
"Maybe later," Julie said hurriedly, and walked quickly off down the hall.
"What's wrong?" Simeon called after her, running to catch up. She didn't reply,
but the burning of her cheeks told him all he needed to know.
"Oh Trig," he laughed, "You don't stop do you!"
"Trig?!" Julie exclaimed, trying not to giggle too much herself. "What about
Susan! I feel like I've turned that innocent girl into a sex monster!"
"Well," Simeon began, trying to control his amusement. "Actually, that is sort
of your fault."
"I know that," Julie told him, calming down. "Nyssa tried to explain how,
but..." She shrugged.
"A lot of this can be fairly complex, and Nyssa... well, she can over-explain
things." Julie nodded enthusiastically in agreement.
"Now," he said, changing subject, "where is Kate?" He looked expectantly at
Julie.
"That way," she replied reluctantly, pointing vaguely down the hall.
"Good." Simeon smiled at her, and resumed walking.
"Anyway, Susan has basically gotten your... considerable sex drive." He paused
to grin at the blush suffusing her face. "And being with Trig only makes it
stronger; it sort of gets mixed with the longing she feels for you when they are
together."
"So, when Trig is with her," Julie mused, "She feels more horny afterwards,
instead of less?" She felt a tingle between her legs at the delicious cruelty of
it.
"Not quite," he told her, and laughed at the look of disappointment that crossed
her face. "But that is pretty much the result... you like that idea don't you!"
Julie nodded, blushing again.
"Ah, we'll make a Mistress out of you yet!"
"You're trying to think of how to make me like that!" she accused, sticking her
tongue out cheekily.
"Well, you are the teachers pet," he pointed out, grinning evilly.
"Keep pets on a leash at all times," she reminded, and then skipped away safely
around a corner.
"We'll see about that later!" he called after her.
Rounding the corner, he almost walked into Julie's back.
"It's a date," she whispered to him, violet eyes centred on Kate, who was
standing in the middle of the hallway looking very flustered.
"Celina," she called out, staring at the door in front of her. "Please come
out!" A moment later she sighed, and gave Julie an exasperated look.
"I don't know what's wrong, she won't unlock it!"
"Her room has a lock?" Julie looked sternly at Simeon. "We will talk about my
lack of lock later."
"Stop delaying," he chastised gently. "Remember to say her name first; it gets
her attention and makes her more likely to obey."
Taking a deep breath, Julie nodded and came up next to Kate.
"Be gentle," Kate told her quietly. "She's scared."
Without thinking, Julie threw her arms around Kate and kissed her, her lips
cutting off Kate's surprised cry. After a second she began to respond, her lips
burning with a need that was almost animal, just as Julie pulled away.
"Wow..." Kate gasped, unprepared for the reaction she felt inside her. "I...
what..."
"Sorry I've been avoiding you," Julie whispered sincerely. "Things are
different, but we're still friends, right?" Kate nodded mutely, stunned by the
sudden, powerful feelings filling her. They had barely touched since that
weekend, but she was still owned by Julie, and a months' worth of hunger hit her
as their lips parted.
Julie stepped back and faced the door, hiding her relief.
"Celina," she called out with a power that made Kate's eyes widen for a second
time. "Open the door."
Susan stirred beside Trig, her legs slowly straightening out underneath the
blanket covering them both to the waist. The blue rubber suit still hugged her
figure up to her neck, and it squeaked softly as she moved, the light coming in
through the partly drawn curtains shining off its polished surface.
"Welcome back," Trig whispered as her eyes fluttered open and focused on him.
They were sharing the pillow, close enough to feel her breath on his face.
"I fell asleep again," she said drowsily, a smile coming to her lips at seeing
him.
"You did," he confirmed, "Feeling better now?" She nodded lazily.
"Much better," she purred, blue eyes still heavy with sleep.
"Do you remember what happened?" Trig watched as her cheeks, already a soft pink
from the warmth of the blanket, turned a bright red.
"A little," she replied quietly. "I think there was one of those round
things..." Trig nodded as she looked to him for confirmation.
"What happened?" She looked only slightly concerned, as Trig was too relaxed for
there to be any danger.
"They were some friends of Julies' dad," he reassured her.
"Her dad is here?" Susan looked surprised when he nodded. "Cool!" she exclaimed,
before her face softened.
"I wish I had a dad," she said with a touch of sadness.
"Aw, but you've got me!" Trig grinned as she pulled a face and poked him in the
chest. Although he had unclipped them from her hips, she still wore the mittens
on her hands, turning them into two useless fists.
"You're different! You're not my dad, you're my Shane," she told him fondly,
using his rarely mentioned real name.
"And you're my kinky little Susan," he replied, running a hand down the blue
curve of her figure.
"I'm not kinky!" she protested, blushing strongly.
"You're wearing blue rubber up to your neck," Trig began, his hand sliding up
her body to cup one of her small breasts. "Both holes are plugged with
dildos..." His hand travelled down to press against the soft mound between her
legs, causing her to inhale sharply with pleasure.
"...and I can feel your heat through the suit..." She tried not to moan as he
rubbed his hand over her sex, feeling the soft, rubber ridges press into the
sensitive folds of her sex. "...but you're not kinky." His hand continued to
move, causing her to squirm as the slick rubber caressed her clit.
"No-oh," she breathed, rolling over so she could spread her legs wider. The
further apart, the deeper the dildos sank into her loins and the heavier her
breathing became.
"Okay then, open your mouth, Miss Non-Kinky," he teased. With a loud, nervous
moan she obeyed, guessing what he was about to do.
With a little force, he worked the ring-gag between her teeth, his hand leaving
its place in her thighs to help buckle it tight.
"I love you," he whispered, running a finger around the blue ring holding her
jaws apart and moving close as if to kiss her. He smiled as she tried to lick
him with her tongue, kicking back the blanket which ended half hanging off the
end of the bed. His erection stood up clearly under the pair of shorts that soon
joined the blanket at their feet, allowing her to run her eyes over his bare
skin.
Her breath whistling through the gag, Susan couldn't move her eyes from his cock
as she turned around, bringing her face closer. She felt Trigs' hands on her
hips, and let out a surprised squeal as he lifted her up and placed her astride
his chest.
With a nervous giggle she lay forward, catching his cock between her fists. He
sighed as for the second time that day he felt the warm wetness of her tongue
swirl around his head. Eyes becoming lidded, he lay his head back on the pillow
and watched her smooth, blue-covered buttocks wriggle in time with the bobbing
of her head on his cock.
Every time she pulled back her head, the wet sucking noise that came from her
mouth filled her with shame, even as she felt her sex tighten in response. The
ring-gag not only made it nearly impossible for her to remain silent, but meant
she was constantly drooling. She hated the feeling of it running down her chin,
and her inability to do anything about it only added to her arousal, driving her
to press her hips against his chest and let the gentle rocking motion of her
body rub the hidden folds of her sex.
"Having fun?" Trig asked heavily, moving his left hand from holding her thigh to
probe the thin rubber between her legs.
Her deep, lustful moan vibrated around his cock as she pushed back to meet his
hand. Above his fingers sat a neat, round plug, the only feature on the suit he
could see. She moaned again as he pushed on it, a louder, more shameful sound as
she felt the plug move deep in her anus.
Susan began to play with his balls, her sex-clouded eyes taking on a touch of
fascination as she cautiously rubbed them with her gloved hands. She had never
sucked him from this angle before, and she liked how much easier it was to take
him deeper down her throat.
As if trying to see how much easier it was, she tilted her head back and pushed
forward, letting his cock slide as far in as she dared. Her body wanted to
retch, but she tried to hold it as long as possible, helped by the low groan
Trig made as she wriggled her tongue.
Her fragile self-control shattered as without warning, Trig jammed the tip of
her vibrator against her sex. With a gurgled squeal she pulled her head back,
torn between squirming in pleasure and coughing as she looked over her shoulder.
"You liked that?" he asked, grinning as her face turned the colour of her hair.
"Yes," she moaned through the ring-gag, careless of the saliva covering her
chin. Her eyes were half closed as the vibrations teased her, the hard rubber
plugs allowing them to reach deep into her loins.
"Don't stop then!" The vibrator was withdrawn briefly, making her whine in
unhappiness.
Eagerly she took him in her mouth again, not caring about the noises she was
making as long as the vibrator was returned. Each breath around his cock was a
gentle purr of pleasure as he ground her little pink sex toy against her clit.
She had no idea how he had found it; she usually hid it far underneath the bed,
and he wouldn't have explored there.
Trig groaned loudly as she sucked hard on his cock, as if trying to draw the
seed from the balls she continued to play with. She felt him respond, thrusting
upwards to place more of himself inside her mouth. The sudden movement
threatened to make her choke, an uncomfortable reminder of how open the gag left
her.
The vibrator left her momentarily, before she felt it pressed hard against the
plug over her anus. Her blue eyes widened as the vibrations travelled deep into
her rear, his palm still grinding against her clit. The sensations made her
thrust her hips back at him, drawing a loud moan from her throat that caused
Trig to groan a moment later.
"Fuck," he gasped, breathing heavily. "Don't moan like that, you'll make me cum
too quickly!"
Susan's response was to moan again, a sound cut off with a gurgle as he sharply
pushed his hips upwards.
"Oh!" he grunted, slowly relaxing. "I said don't!"
A determined glint in her eyes, she took a deep breath and pushed forward,
taking as much of him down her throat as she could. He felt her muscles tighten,
and then she exhaled, humming loudly.
"Fu-u-ck," he groaned, tensing his whole body.
Running out of breath, she raised her head briefly, tongue constantly rubbing.
You naughty little...
His thought died as she started humming again, the tightness of her throat and
the vibrations of the noise almost pushing him over the edge.
Her next breath came quickly, and as she lowered her head down on his cock once
more, he knew this was it. Silently promising consequences for cutting short his
fun, he reached down and placed his free hand on the back of her head.
His touch scared her a little, but she still hummed around his cock, feeling it
twitch as he went rigid, pressing the vibrator hard into her sex. As her breath
ran out, he shuddered underneath her and came, pumping himself down her throat
as his hand prevented her from moving. Susan squirmed as her own mini-orgasm
washed over her, eyes tightly shut as she swallowed as fast as she could. She
knew she should feel ashamed, but with the vibrator buzzing hard against her
clit and his cock pulsing against her tongue, she didn't care about anything but
the moment.
Eventually his hand relaxed enough for her to raise her head, and she seemed
almost reluctant as she let his cock slide from her mouth. Breathing heavily,
she crawled off him and nestled up in the crook of his arm.
"You are..." he began between breaths, "...amazing." He fumbled with her
ring-gag for a moment before it came loose.
"Thank you," she purred, enjoying the smell of his sweat and the pride she felt
at being the cause of it. Her face was bright red with warmth, the suit she wore
trapping the heat of her body.
"You're also in trouble!" His hand which had been gently stroking her ear gave
it a slight pinch. Susan giggled playfully.
"What do you mean? I didn't do anything!" She raised her head from resting on
his chest, trying to appear innocent. She knew exactly what he meant, and would
never be able to look at him again if she thought about it too much.
"You're so cute; my little red-haired slut." He sat up and gave her a kiss on
the forehead, smiling fondly as her face darkened further.
"Come on, time for a shower," Trig decided, climbing over her and off the bed.
"You feel like you're cooking in that thing!"
"I am!" She giggled as he lifted her off the bed and carried her to the
bathroom. "I don't know how Julie can wear these suits, they're so hot! It's all
squishy inside with sweat and that Jelly you covered me in!"
"And a few other things, seeing how much you like that little vibrator of
yours," he said slyly, bare feet slapping against the tiles.
"You knew about it!" she squealed, burying her face in his chest to hide her
shame. Trig burst out laughing.
"Not until today," he admitted, setting her back down on her feet. "It's a
pretty small thing, I almost didn't see it!" She moaned in mortification.
"You won't tell J... Julie, will you?"
"Why would I do that?" He looked slightly surprised, and paused in reaching over
the bath for the taps.
"She doesn't need to know about your little toy."
"Well..." Susan trailed off, becoming interested in his muscular buttocks.
Trig stared at her for a long moment, trying to work out why she looked so
guilty. It's not like she can use it often, he mused. If she's not with me or
Julie, she's in the belt...
"Wait..." he said suddenly, realisation slowly dawning. "You can feel it through
the belt!" he accused, the way the blood quickly drained from her face making
him fight not to laugh.
"Shush!" Susan cried, looking anxiously towards Julies' room even though a quiet
part of her mind told her she wasn't near.
"Can you cum?" He exploded with laughter as she began hitting him, her small
gloved fists raining down on his back.
"Trig!" she squealed in dismay. "Stop laughing!" Her cries only got louder when
he caught her wrists and lifted her up into the air, muscles rippling in his
arms.
"Answer the question," he demanded mock-seriously, deftly avoiding her flailing
legs. "Answer and I'll put you down!"
"Never!" she cried, grinning in defiance.
"You're being very resistant today, it's very unlike you!" His grin said he
didn't mind one bit.
"But it's much more fun," she replied, and sank the tip of her foot hard into
his thigh.
"OW!" he exclaimed, cursing his moment of distraction. "You naughty little..."
Susan let out a surprised yelp as in the blink of an eye she found herself over
his knee with her rear up in the air, his hand already descending.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
For the first few she was too shocked to make a sound, but as his hand came down
on her behind again, she began bucking wildly and pummelling him with her fists.
"Trig!" she squealed indignantly, the blue rubber covering her buttocks
providing little protection. "Don't! OW! I'm sorry!"
Slap! Slap!
"OW! Trig, please!" Her long red hair hung down over her face, waving about
wildly as she tried to squirm out of his grasp. "OW! Okay, I'll stop being OW!
Trig!"
Grinning with amusement, Trig let her go, watching from the edge of the bath as
she scampered off back to her room, furiously rubbing her sore behind.
She hid around the corner for a few moments, giggling nervously as she waited
for him to come after her. When she heard the shower start up instead, she stuck
her head into bathroom and pouted, embarrassed by his casual nudity even as she
tried not to watch how the water flowed over his body.
"Hey," he called to her, as if nothing was out of the ordinary. "Can you grab me
the soap?"
Susan's eyes narrowed in suspicion, but he seemed to be ignoring her. Cautiously
she re-entered the bathroom and collected the soap off the sink, made difficult
by the gloves turning her hands into fists. Too late she saw the soap already
sitting on the edge of the bath/shower, as his strong hand closed around one
wrist.
"You tricked me!" she cried, the soap falling to the floor.
"I did!" he crowed, grinning widely as he pulled her closer.
It was then that she felt the cold water on his skin, stealing the warmth from
her arm despite the suit. Susan knew he liked a cold shower every now and then
to "make him stronger", but he would never...
Her scream echoed through the house.
The door opened before Julie faster than she had expected, and her surprise only
increased at finding Seth standing in the way.
"Good try," he told her seriously. "Next time though, use more force in your
voice, and less in your mind. Give me another minute." With that he shut the
door again, leaving her stunned out in the hall.
"D... Dad!" she yelled after a moment, banging her fist on the door. "Hey!" When
there was no reply, Julie turned to Simeon, who looked as confused as she was.
When it opened a second time, it was Celina on the other side. She looked like
she'd been crying, her pretty features red and stained with tears, and her shirt
had been replaced by the black silky suit, its creepy figure-hugging fabric
leaving nothing to the imagination.
"Come in," she whispered, keeping her eyes lowered. "And I'll explain what I
can."
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