Chapter 20 - Friend or Foe
Julie had never worked out how the maids did it, but the three hungry girls
found dinner waiting for them in the dining room, hot enough that it could only
have just been placed there.
"Julie!" Susan leapt from her seat next to Trig and ran over to embrace her
Mistress, sighing happily.
"It hasn't been that long since I saw you!" Julie laughed, hugging her back.
"Did you two have fun showering together?"
Susan made a shocked squeak and looked down at her feet as Julie let her go, her
face turning bright red. Trig watched as she hurried back to her seat, hiding a
smile behind a fork laden with meat.
"Hope you're hungry," he remarked as the remaining girls seated themselves,
noticing the way Kate and Celina winced as their behinds touched the cushions.
"Not this hungry!" Julie shook her head at the size of her dinner. "Simeon has
them fattening me up, I'll bet," she speculated, eyeing her plate with mock
suspicion. Trig chuckled, and returned to his own food.
Conversation was sparse whilst they ate, Celina impressing even Trig as she
quickly consumed everything in front of her.
"How did you eat all that?" Susan asked incredulously, finishing at the same
time only because she had started earlier.
"I haven't eaten food like this before," Celina told her. "It's all new, and
tastes so good, I just... eat everything!"
"Wow..." Susan stared in fascination, unable to imagine never eating all the
things she loved. "Do you like it here then?"
Celina looked a little uncomfortable with the question.
"Well... everything is so different and a little scary... but everyone has been
so nice to me, and..."
"Hide," Trig interrupted her, suddenly looking tense. "Quickly, get under the
table!"
"W...what..." Celina stammered, confused and frightened by his behaviour.
"Trust me; just do it!" he hissed urgently.
"Just go," Julie whispered, trying to project calm. Celina nodded obediently,
and slid off her seat to crawl under the table, hidden by the table cloth.
A moment later Damien strode into the room like he owned it and looked around,
disappointment briefly crossing his face as he realised he hadn't caught Simeon
at dinner.
"Where is he?" he demanded.
"My Master is busy, can I help you?" Trig spoke through his teeth, forcing his
expression into neutrality. He knew exactly what the darkly clothed Council
member had intended, since he had done it before.
"You can tell your Master that his new arrivals must leave... now." Damien
sounded almost pleased to say it.
"My Master has already granted them permission to stay for several days," Trig
informed him coolly.
"I don't care, they are a security threat, and I want them gone by tonight! Tell
him this is not optional, and failure will result in the rest of the Council
being notified. My men will remove them by force if necessary."
"What is so dangerous about them?" asked Julie across the table.
"This is none of your concern, little girl," Damien told her patronisingly.
"This coming from the little boy trying to rule the cubby house," Kate said
sweetly, uncaring of the consequences as she smiled at him.
"Would you like to play with the tea-set, Master?" Julie held out her glass to
him, her smile just as sweet.
"I will inform my Master of your wishes as soon as possible," Trig said
hurriedly, before the outraged Council member could start shouting.
"See that you do," Damien snapped after a long pause, and stormed out.
Celina returned warily to her seat when nobody spoke for almost a minute,
looking shaken by the whole thing. Julie and Kate were fighting not to laugh,
whilst Susan was staring at them in awe. Glass still in hand, Julie emptied it
in one shot and slammed it down on the table.
"That felt great!" she exclaimed, turning to Kate. "I'm so sick of his crap!"
"He's a dick, and I don't care what Council he is on," Kate replied, grinning
widely. "I don't remember much of the last few weeks, but I remember him!"
Trig chuckled and shook his head, wishing he could tell Damien what he thought
of him. He hated Simeon's instructions not to say anything provocative, and the
effort of restraining himself was killing him.
"So why did you hide Celina?" Julie asked, noting the blonde girls' confused
expression.
"Simeon and your father think we should keep Celina being here to ourselves,"
Trig explained. "So she can start a new life here in peace."
"And Damien isn't someone who is very peaceful," Julie growled.
"No," Trig agreed.
"Thank you so much," Celina said quietly, her eyes filling with tears. "You're
all so nice to me..."
Turning her chair slightly, Julie embraced Celina as she began to cry with
happiness.
"Hey, you don't need to cry!" Julie held her close as first Kate, and then Susan
came around to join the hug.
"I... I..." she attempted between sobs, before giving up trying to talk and
surrendering to her emotions.
She hadn't really believed it until now, but sitting with her new friends, she
realised that she really was free. She had the thing she had always wanted but
never imagined she would get, and it felt wonderful. Even the pain from her
behind felt good, because she knew that she had chosen it; that it had been her
decision to submit to Julie and hers alone.
"Is... is she alright? Is she hurt?" Trig looked baffled by the sudden tears,
wondering if it was normal or if he should be concerned.
"She's fine," Susan reassured him, looking up briefly to smile at him.
Sometimes he thought he understood Susan, but other than those brief moments,
girls were a constant source of confusion, and this time was no exception. He
shook his head and gave up trying to understand, turning his attention to the
maid who had just arrived in the doorway.
"Mistress Julie?" she said tentatively, standing with her hands held behind her
back.
Julie glanced up at her name, and peered at the maid, taking in her long, brown
hair and the skimpy black mesh top and skirt that seemed to be their uniform.
"Lilly?" she ventured, recognising her. Lilly blushed and nodded, squeezing her
legs together as she recalled the first time they met.
"I have a message for you," she said, stepping into the room. Her short skirt
shifted as she moved, giving tantalising glimpses of her panties, but she had
long since gotten used to showing them off.
She recalled her first few weeks at work, and despite the excellent pay, being
so close to resigning because of the almost indecent uniform. They hadn't told
her about Dominants, and she had initially been shocked when one of the Masters
had invited her back to his room. Shock had turned to confusion when he seemed
amused by her refusal, and after a lot of coaxing by the other maids, she had
agreed when he asked again later that night.
She had never forgotten him, or the touch of his tongue. She remembered lying in
her bonds begging for him to screw her, and then screaming when he politely
refused. She learned later that whilst the guests were not permitted to actually
have sex with the locals, they were free to do almost anything else, and many of
the other maids considered spending the night with a Dominant one of the best
parts of the job.
"A message," Julie began, frowning in confusion. "...for me? What message?"
Lilly glanced down at Celina, who was clinging to Julie like a child. "I shall
come back later; you're busy."
"I'm okay," Celina said, lifting her head to smile. Her eyes were red with
tears, but there was a reassuring happiness behind them, and Julie couldn't help
but smile back.
"What is it, Lilly?"
"Master Simeon has requested you visit him as soon as possible," Lilly told her.
Julie smiled and nodded, recalling their earlier date and wondering why he
wanted to remind her of it.
"You are supposed to wear this," she continued, and revealed the small, purple
ball of fabric she had been hiding behind her back. "And only this," she
finished.
Julie took the bundle from Lilly, her heart skipping a beat as she shook it to
unfold a tiny silk g-string.
"You're already late, too," the maid added as almost an afterthought, and began
grinning widely.
"Damn him," Julie breathed, feeling her cheeks heating. He had deliberately sent
Lilly to embarrass her, and it had worked.
"Better get changed here, Julie," Kate suggested, sounding amused. "There isn't
much time!"
"If you laugh, I'll make sure you can't sit down for a week," Julie threatened
as she stood up, clutching the g-string tightly in her hand.
A flicker of worry crossed Kate's face, before she started giggling helplessly.
Julie found it hard to act very dominant when everyone was trying not to laugh
at her discomfort. Trig was a statue for all the emotion he was showing, but
Susan wasn't as good at hiding her amusement, and Julie's glare was enough to
send her into fits of giggles. It was like payback for all the embarrassment
Julie had caused her.
With an annoyed grunt the young Dominant turned and stormed out the door, trying
unsuccessfully to hide her shame underneath anger. Her cheeks burning, she
started running in the direction of her room. There was no real point to
hurrying, because she knew he would punish her no matter how quickly she got
there. But it made her feel better.
Anna drifted in and out of consciousness, unable to tell the difference between
reality and what her confused mind was creating. The pain came in waves,
signalling the transition from one dream to another, and the only constant was
that she was helpless in all of them.
She was back in the tube, her naked body held firmly in the straps, only they
were hurting her now, growing tighter and tighter and...
She was being thrown onto a bed, and someone was standing over her, and her
limbs wouldn't obey as they bound her spread-eagle. She was screaming...
She was back in the room where Julian had taken her after releasing her from the
tube, bound to the cold steel table beneath her. Julian began mauling her
breasts in his hands, and she was crying out for him to stop. And then the
doctor came into view, a massive syringe in his hands. The needle sank into her
belly and she was screaming again, pain and fear overwhelming her as the plunger
was pushed in...
They continued for what seemed like forever, nightmare after nightmare
assaulting her mind. Gradually she realised she really was bound flat on her
back to a bed, thrashing feverishly and screaming hoarsely around the rubber bit
between her teeth. She felt like she had been kicked in the belly and had her
breasts pummelled before being rolled down a flight of stairs; she ached all
over and was horribly thirsty.
As her grip on consciousness strengthened, Anna found she could do little but
sob in agony, occasionally pulling at the cuffs binding her naked figure when
the urge to double over grew too hard to resist. Her eyes stung with the sweat
pouring off her, not that she could see anything in the utter darkness around
her. The sheets underneath felt like sand paper on her skin, and despite being
exposed she was glad that they were not covering her.
She jumped in shock as someone touched her face, but she was too tired to move
as the strap holding the bit between her teeth was loosened. The bit was gently
prized free and left to hang around her neck, the saliva on it long since dried
up.
"Drink," the person said, pushing something round and plastic between her
parched lips. Anna could only croak as cool, plain old water began to trickle
from its' tip.
She began coughing straight away, ending up with most of the water running down
her chin. But the person was patient, and kept trying until she had swallowed
the remainder.
The nozzle was withdrawn, and despite her weak complaints, the bit was replaced
in her mouth and buckled tight.
Alone once again, Anna slid into an exhausted sleep.
Clutching her pale-pink dressing gown tightly, Julie ran barefoot down the
hallway to Simeon's room. Despite how hard she tried to hold it there, the silky
covering threatened to drop from around her shoulders at any moment and reveal
just how little she wore underneath.
"Damn gown, behave," she muttered, holding the two sides together just below her
neck with one hand. The waist tie had already started to loosen, giving brief
flashes of her bare thighs as she moved. Just when she thought it was about to
slip off her, she reached Simeon's doorway. Nervously clutching the gown closed,
she opened the door with her free hand and stepped in.
The bedroom was comfortably warm, the soft light of the two bedside lamps giving
it a cosy feel. Julie sighed in relief when she saw that Simeon wasn't present,
and began looking for somewhere to hide the gown. Perhaps she could hide it
underneath the bed...
With enough force to shake the walls, the door slammed shut behind her, causing
her to nearly jump out of her skin with fright. In her shock she let go of the
gown which immediately began to slide off her shoulders, revealing her figure
from the valley of her cleavage where her necklace was nestled, down past the
marking over her bellybutton to the tiny violet triangle of her g-string. Her
hands shaking, she caught the treacherous garment before it could fall any
further and pulled it around her again.
"D...damn you Simeon," Julie cursed, trying to control her shaking. She knew it
was him who had closed the door, but she was too shaken and inexperienced with
her mental abilities to make sure of it.
Taking a deep breath, she hurried over to the bed and crouched down. Despite how
much she hated it and knowing she was disobeying his order, she froze, unwilling
to shed the dressing gown so soon. By taking it off she would be surrendering
her body to him, and after playing the Dominant all day it was hard to let go.
"I said only the g-string," Simeon whispered into her ear, startling her. His
arms were already looping around her body, taking hold of the gown as she tried
to stand and pull away. The front parted and she emerged like a pale pink
butterfly from the silken cocoon, red with shame and looking panicked as her
arms became entangled in the sleeves.
Simeon pulled the gown free and flung it away with one hand, the other pushing
Julie face first and squealing down onto the bed.
"You disobeyed me," he growled with mock anger, jumping up to straddle her bare
back as she tried to get up.
"W... what did I do?!" she cried, trying to sound like she didn't know what he
meant.
"Don't give me that!" he laughed, and slid his hands under her body to fondle
her breasts squashed against the sheets.
"Hey, stop it!" she protested vehemently, and began to clumsily hit him with her
fists. Twisting her head, she gave him her best attempt at a glare, her eyes
softening when she saw that he wasn't wearing a shirt.
"Stop glaring and lie still, and I'll stop," he promised.
Julie growled from the depths of her throat, and with a visible effort she
stopped hitting him and crossed her arms in front of her to rest her chin on. He
continued to play with her breasts for several long minutes, until she was just
about whimpering with shame.
"Good girl," he said approvingly, and gently ran his hand through her short,
black hair. Julie gritted her teeth, but she still felt a touch of happiness at
having pleased him. Climbing off, he stood back and watched as she sat up, arms
held protectively over her breasts.
"Are you ready to learn?" Simeon asked cheerfully, smiling at the look of
surprise on her face.
"What... we're doing that now?!" she exclaimed.
"Would you prefer we do it some other time?"
"Well... no..." Julie shifted uncomfortably and looked away. "But... I thought
we were going to... you know..." She glanced up briefly and began blushing as
she saw the lustful look in his eyes.
"Don't worry about that, my little Dominant-in-training," he said reassuringly,
and then with a wink added, "There are reasons why most parents find someone
outside the family to teach their child."
Julie's violet eyes widened as understanding dawned, and her blush deepened.
"You... you're not going to tie me up and cane me, are you?" she asked
hesitantly.
"No, no... they only do that in the military!" Simeon laughed. "We use a method
that's a little more fun." Sticking a hand into his pants pocket, he pulled out
a handful of what looked like black rubber knobs.
"Here," he said, throwing one which she was unable to catch with her hands still
protecting her breasts.
"Thanks," she muttered, having to bend forward and collect it off the carpet.
Blushing as she felt Simeon's gaze on her chest, Julie studied the rubbery thing
in her palm. It was slightly larger than her thumb, open at the base and hollow
like an oversized thimble. She tried squeezing it, but could barely deform the
hard rubber.
"What is it?" she asked, confused and a little nervous as her mind thought up
different uses for the little things.
"It's called a 'sucker'; not very creative, but very good at its job." Holding
one between his thumb and forefinger, Simeon crushed it flat across its' middle.
It only took Julie a moment to work out what it would be used for, and her eyes
narrowed at the sucker in her hand.
"You're going to stick them on me," she stated, wondering what it would feel
like stuck to her skin.
"Not me," he corrected. "You're going to stick them on yourself." And with that
he stepped forward and dropped the rest of the suckers in her lap.
"Me?!" she exclaimed, stiffening like he had dropped a handful of beetles on
her. "No way... I can't even squash them!"
"I can show you," Simeon replied, and jumped up onto the bed, sitting himself
down behind her with his legs either side of her. She smiled as he pulled her
close to his chest and kissed her on the cheek, breathing in the soft, flowery
scent of her hair.
"Now, lean back on me and relax," he whispered in her ear, sliding his hands
down her arms until he held her hands in his own.
"Okay," she said softly, a little nervous but at the same time wanting to know
what was next. She pressed back against him, enjoying the feeling of his warmth
so close and becoming increasingly aware of how horny she was getting from it.
"Good girl," he said, lifting her hands with his own and placing them on her
bare breasts again.
"What are you doing?" Julie asked uneasily as he began to gently massage them,
squeezing the soft flesh under their hands.
"Close your eyes, relax, and think of me," he whispered. "Want me... need me..."
Her eyes closed, she moaned softly as he began to rub her nipples. His commands
were strange, but she trusted him and tried her best.
"That's it. Now try not to hurt me too much, and..."
"Oh... f...!" Julie gasped, her eyes springing open and staring sightlessly at
the ceiling as Simeon seemed to flow into her. Physically he remained sitting
behind her with his arms holding her close, but to her it was like she had just
been an empty puppet, and he had just put his hand inside her and brought her to
life. It was the most amazing and terrifyingly intimate feeling she had ever
experienced.
"I know it's scary, but can you stop resisting?" Simeon asked, his voice showing
the strain. "This is really hard!"
"S... sorry," Julie stammered, but she couldn't bring herself to let him in all
the way.
"Trust me," he whispered lovingly. "You'll be fine."
Julie took a deep breath and nodded, smiling slightly as he gave her hands, and
breasts, an affectionate squeeze. It frightened her to do so, but she
concentrated on relaxing and letting him in.
The fear melted from her face, replaced by a look of ecstasy as she gave the
last of herself to him. Her eyes were wide and unfocused, and she moaned weakly.
"Good work," he told her, and she felt his approval.
"W... what is this?" she breathed, amazed by what she felt.
"This is how I will teach you," Simeon replied. "Now, are you ready?" Julie
nodded uncertainly, still feeling overwhelmed.
"Try to follow me," he told her, and hugged her tighter. She nodded again, and
closed her eyes.
She felt him start to withdraw himself from her, slowly flowing back into his
body, and she tried to copy the feeling.
"Come into me," he whispered patiently, gently guiding. "Push forward..."
Julie whimpered in confusion, not understanding what to do.
"You're almost there," he reassured her. "Almost..."
And then with an ease that surprised her, she was in him, feeling everything
from the beating of his heart to the arousal growing down low.
"Oh... wow," she breathed, nearly squirming with the sensations.
"Just get used to it for a minute, and then we'll start," he told her, smiling.
"That wasn't very hard," she whispered thoughtfully.
"Because I was helping you," Simeon pointed out. "For me, it was like breaking
in when all the lights are out!" Julie giggled.
"Why don't we do this more often?" she asked dreamily. Simeon shook his head.
"Because it's dangerous for too long, and it's addictive," he said seriously.
"Dangerous?" she repeated uneasily, turning her head to look at him.
"We're fine right now, don't worry," he told her. Julie mirrored his movements
as he picked up one of the suckers from her lap and held it in front of her
face.
"Now, watch me closely."
Pressed up against him, Julie could feel as he concentrated, strength flowing
into the muscles of his hand. She could feel the warm glow in them, and watched
as he proceeded to squeeze the rubber sucker until it was flat.
"Wow," she breathed, impressed by how easy he made it seem.
"Your muscles aren't meant to work this hard," Simeon explained slowly, relaxing
his grip. "And you damage them by overworking them. So you almost have to repair
the damage as you do it, as well as strengthen the muscle."
Julie nodded, trying to understand what he meant.
"Watch again." Julie shut her eyes to concentrate as he slowly repeated it for
her, squashing and releasing the sucker between his fingers.
"Okay," Julie said, and took the sucker from his fingers.
"Start off slow," he suggested, still holding her hands. She nodded, narrowing
her eyes at the black rubber she held.
She could remember how to call the now familiar warmth, but the rubber remained
defiant no matter how hard she squeezed. Simeon gave her a gentle kiss on the
cheek as he waited, causing her to blush slightly.
"Almost there," he told her, watching as she slowly worked out what to do. Her
fingers quivered, starting to compress the rubber before losing their strength
again. Each time she got closer, until she managed to hold it, almost completely
flat.
"Good, you did it!" Simeon hugged her tightly as she relaxed and began to smile
proudly.
"It hurts," she complained, shaking her fingers.
"You'll get better at it," he reassured her. "Now, I want you to do it again,
and then place it right here." He let go of one hand and ran a finger around her
left nipple, causing her to whimper nervously.
"Do I have to?" she asked, rolling the sucker between her fingers.
"You can do it," he encouraged, smiling over her shoulder.
Julie sighed, and taking a deep breath, started to squeeze the sucker again.
Anna had no idea how long she slept for, but she felt a little better when she
woke up. The rubber bit was gone from her mouth, and whilst she still wore the
padded cuffs around her ankles and wrists, they were no longer attached to
anything. Their soft and yet firm presence on her otherwise naked body reminded
her that it hadn't all been a dream; that she really was a prisoner here.
Lifting her head off the pillow, Anna took in the small, darkened room she was
in. It was long and thin, with barely enough space for the bed, and a single,
slightly ajar door at her feet. The once neatly pressed sheets covering the bed
underneath her were wrinkled and damp with sweat from her earlier feverish
struggles, the glow from the doorway turning them into a complex map of shadowy
hills and valleys.
The sound of someone talking outside the room made her conscious of how exposed
she was lying naked on top of the bed, but the effort of rolling over and
tugging at the sheets to cover herself made her feel terribly dizzy, and she was
forced to stop and lie back down.
Anna fought not to make a sound as tears slid down her cheeks, her head
throbbing with each beat of her heart. Her body shook as she cried in silence,
wishing that she could be back at home with her family. If what she had been
told was true, then she knew they would have given up on ever finding her long
ago, and it hurt even more to think that the whole time she hadn't even known
she'd been kidnapped.
Gradually she cried herself out, until she had no more tears left and simply lay
there in the dark listening to the muffled sound of her captor talking. Her
stomach growled hungrily, but she didn't have the energy to look for food, and
feared drawing attention to herself by calling out.
She looked up as the light went out behind the door, and she could hear someone
approaching. They moved swiftly in the darkness, coming up beside her and
placing something on the floor. She flinched as they touched her shoulder, and
despite her tiredness tried to pull away.
"Easy," Guy said soothingly, sliding one arm under her bare back and helping her
into a sitting position.
"My head," she groaned as the blood seemed to leave her skull in one big rush,
leaving her feeling light-headed.
"Just relax," he told her, propping up the pillow underneath her so she could
rest her head. She sensed him bending to pick up what he had placed there
earlier, and the clatter of metal on metal. "Now, open your mouth..."
"What... why?" Anna frowned in the darkness, fearing another gag.
"If you don't want it..." Guy trailed off, but the smell of food that reached
her nose made her mouth water.
"I can feed myself," she growled angrily, but it lacked her usual spirit. Her
arms felt like lead, and she doubted if she could even lift a spoon.
"Not in the dark you can't," he pointed out, sounding amused by her defiance in
spite of her obvious exhaustion.
"Then turn on ah..." Anna was cut off as Guy stuck the spoon full of soup in her
mouth. She was too weak to protest, and obediently swallowed the hot, strong
tasting liquid.
"You need to stay in the dark," Guy explained as he pulled the spoon back. "Your
eyes are fully dilated after the drugs; too much light will hurt them."
"How can you see?" she queried, slightly nervous at the talk of drugs. She felt
the spoon touch her lips, and grudgingly opened up, swallowing hungrily.
"We have better eyes than you do," he explained patiently. "Don't worry, yours
will recover."
The spoon touched Anna's lips again, and she opened them again.
"If you have to feed me," she began quietly after swallowing, sounding resigned
to this latest indignity. "Can you go faster? I'm hungry!"
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Thanks to slavelucy, whos' help makes this story what it is
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