Chapter 4 - A Friend in Need...
Kate awoke to darkness and heat, her head swimming with drugs. The overpowering
scent of rubber and sweat assaulted her nostrils. Half-recalled memories slid
away as she tried to remember where she was. There was a woman in black...
feelings of anger... but the memory was gone, crowded out by the sensations she
was feeling.
Her arms ached slightly, being held loosely from elbow to wrist in an arm-binder
behind her back. Her legs were held up at her chest, knees pressed against the
sides of her breasts. She shifted one knee slightly, feeling her skin slide
against the rubber that gripped each soft mound tightly in a warm dome.
Kate tried to straighten her legs out, but the slick latex surrounding her
resisted gently, holding her in a comfortable foetal position. Her movement
disturbed the sizable twin dildos attached to the lower end of her warm home,
making her suddenly and intimately aware of their presence inside her body,
whilst a nearby catheter patiently collected her liquids, plugging yet another
private orifice.
The slick bag tightened around her smooth, hairless head, holding a long and
thick dildo in her mouth. Kate moaned fearfully around it, breathing deeply
through the tubes that plugged her nose.
She was dreadfully thirsty, her mouth parched with dehydration. Desperately
pushing her fear aside, she sucked experimentally on the artificial penis and
was glad to discover that sweet-tasting water issued from the end.
The darkness and silence reared up around her, oppressing like a huge weight
upon her chest. Panic threatened to overwhelm her, but she fought it down with
thoughts of Julie.
"I'll always stand up for you," she had said. Kate found these words reassuring.
It's warm and comfortable, Kate told herself with forced joviality. It could be
worse.
Feeling secure in her warm, artificial womb, Kate relaxed and closed her blinded
eyes, focusing totally on sucking the precious liquid from the dildo.
Julie flinched with the click of the switch, but for a moment nothing happened.
The probes buried so intimately in her were silent.
Slowly, so that she almost didn't notice, they began to feel warm, like they
were heating up. Julie shuddered softly as the pleasantly warm sensation spread
through her loins.
The woman in black watched with a satisfied smile on her face, leaning against
the examination table with her hands crossed beneath her breasts.
Julie glared back at her as the twin probes began vibrating softly, slowly
increasing in intensity. Julie found that it was easier to ignore the growing
sensations if she focused her entire attention upon her twisted captor, who
returned the glare with a smile.
Then the dildo lodged in her pussy moved, slowly withdrawing slightly from her
body before plunging back into the warm orifice. Julie whimpered in dismay,
finding it harder to ignore the gently thrusting probe; its ridges and bumps
rubbing sensually against her tight inner walls.
Julie had to bite down hard on her gag to stop the moan of pleasure that nearly
escaped as the gently thrusting vibrator began to rotate slowly, screwing its
way deep into her vagina with each movement.
Julie fought to control her rapidly escaping body, focusing all her attention on
her captor with a hate-filled stare.
The woman in black casually turned away, breaking Julies' concentration and
allowing a soft moan to escape from deep in her throat.
Susan alternated between watching Julie and following the woman in black, who
was searching in the cupboards now.
"Ah-ha," she pronounced triumphantly, holding up a large silver contraption in
one hand.
Susan made soft noises of terror as the woman began coating the considerably
large twin steel dildos that protruded inwards from the base of the
g-string-shaped device with lubricant. The sides came apart, allowing the device
to hinge open at the base.
Returning to the speechless Susan's side, she lifted the terrified girls' hips
off the table and slid the lower half underneath her body. The dildos slid home
with a wet slurp as the device closed loosely around the girls' hips, causing
her to whimper with pain as they stretched her wide.
The woman began adjusting the silver device, soft clicking noises issuing from
hidden mechanisms as it tightened around her waist, drawing the dildos deeper.
Susan wept uncontrollably as a catheter was inserted and attached to the belt,
then the final shield was closed, locking her sex away.
The woman glanced over her shoulder at the red-faced and quivering Julie, who
was now being pleasured in both orifices by the thrusting silver probes.
Julie moaned softly, her eyes wet with tears of shame as a powerful orgasm
approached. It grew slowly like a bubble in her belly, fed by the gentle
machine-rape she was receiving.
The probes were becoming more insistent, thrusting deeper and faster. The
vibrations hummed audibly and both probes rotated once a second, changing
direction randomly within her.
The woman turned to watch again, smiling as Julies eyes closed. The orgasm
burst over her, flooding her body with warmth. She shuddered, involuntarily
grinding herself deeper onto the source of her pleasure.
Julies' eyes fluttered open, her face flushing bright red with shame as she saw
the woman smiling in triumph. The probes, seemingly sensing her orgasm,
increased their tempo.
Through lidded eyes, Julie watched as the window she had earlier entered through
slid silently open.
The woman in black stepped forwards and crouched in front of Julie, blocking her
view. Slowly she lowered her head to sniff at the juices that were pouring from
Julies' stretched pussy, humming appreciatively at the scent.
"Get away from her, bitch," a masculine voice growled. Julie twisted to see,
fighting back the moan that threatened to escape as the vibrators rubbed
strongly to one side. A tall, well built man crouched in front of the window,
arm outstretched and pointing a gun unerringly at the woman's turned head. A
pair of reflective glasses hid his eyes, even though it was night.
The guards were frozen, unsure what to do as the woman turned and stood, red
anger flaring in her eyes. She faced him unflinchingly.
"Move away from her," he commanded, waving the gun towards the guards. Casually
she glided across to stand between the two grey-clad men, her eyes never leaving
his.
He straightened and slowly, keeping the gun levelled at the still smiling
woman's head, moved to stand beside the frightened Susan. With one hand he began
undoing the strap holding her left arm above her head. Across the room, Julie
whimpered as another orgasm flowed over her, triggering another increase in
pace.
The smile left the woman's face like mud under a high-pressure hose.
"I will not permit you to take my property," she said softly. Susan's arm came
free, and she began working on undoing the remaining straps herself. He placed
both hands on the gun now, its shiny silver surface gleaming in the fluorescent
light.
"You've gone too far this time, Moira," he spoke back, his voice twisting in
distaste over her name. Her eyes widened in shock, and for a moment she was
speechless. Then her eyes narrowed, focusing on the glasses he wore.
"I see," she spoke with an edge of finality. She glared back at him, her anger
at this turn of events evident. She glanced at the now freed Susan, hiding
behind her saviour like a small child. She stood strangely with the dildos
lodged deep inside her body. He twisted slightly to glance at her.
"Where's the key for the belt?" he asked, returning his attention to Moira. She
laughed happily, a soft sound that didn't reach her eyes.
"Why should I tell you? This way she stays my property." She favoured Susan with
a smile. Susan touched the belt locked tightly around her waist, the slight
smile on her lips at impending freedom fading.
Moira turned and strode quickly for the door, the guards trailing uncertainly
behind her. She paused in the doorway.
"I don't like people taking my property," she said dangerously as the guards
filed out past her. "When you come back for the other two, don't expect a warm
welcome." With that she shut the door behind her, leaving them in peace.
"Julie," Susan cried out, rushing to release her. Julie moaned again, the probes
diligently working her towards another orgasm. Susan switched off the machine
and unbuckled the gag in Julies' mouth, yanking it out and throwing it far
across the room in distaste.
"Thank you," Julie said weakly, tugging at her arms. Hastily Susan undid the
cuffs around her wrists. As soon as she was able, Julie slid one hand down
between her legs and ground her fingers against her clit, bringing herself
quickly to another mind-blowing orgasm.
Susan sat back in shock as Julie weakly undid her legs and slid herself off the
silent silver probes. Her thighs were soaking wet with lubricant and her own
juices, the probes glistening in the light.
Her knees weak, Julie stood up and looked down on the machine with mixed
emotions.
"I've never felt anything like that," she said softly, fighting the urge to
impale herself on the probes once again.
Their rescuer wordlessly handed Julie a fresh towel, making no comment when she
made eye-contact. Julie muttered a short thank you and began drying her legs.
He looked away silently and went to unplug the device. When he began coiling the
cable up, Julie looked at him in surprise.
"Are... you taking it?" She tried - and failed - to hide the excitement from her
voice.
He nodded, and with one hand pulled another towel from the nearby shelf. He
began wiping the device clean of her secretions.
"Better the device is with me than in another one of you young girls," he told
them. Both girls blushed in shame. He chuckled to himself as he picked up the
device with one hand and carried it to the window.
Julie began dressing quickly. Susan waited nervously, shivering and red-faced
with one arm covering her breasts.
"Look in the cupboards for some clothing," suggested Julie. Susan nodded and
began looking through the cupboards. She pulled out and discarded a rubber
outfit very similar to the one that the Nurse had worn with Julie. Eventually
she decided on a pair of loose green pants and shirt.
Nothing could be done about her feet, but Julie passed Susan her coat. She took
it appreciatively.
"Let's go," the man called from outside the window, pulling the diabolical
machine through behind him.
Unsure whether they were exchanging one captor for another, the girls followed
him out the window.
Kate squirmed nervously in the darkness, clenching her muscles futilely as the
plug lodged in her behind slowly filled her belly with warm water. Her rubbery
home was slick with sweat; her eyes tightly shut to keep the sting of salt out.
Hungrily she suckled on the dildo gag, but the sweet liquid had long since run
out.
Her body screamed for more water, resenting that it was all in the wrong end.
Her belly twitched as the water flowed in, cramps rippling through her muscles.
She squeezed her stomach muscles in an attempt to halt the flow but the pressure
was too great; the water continuing to slowly drain into her.
Kate sobbed softly, her eyes sore with unshed tears. The comfortable womb of
before had been replaced by a rubbery torture chamber.
Panic seethed in the back of her mind, eroding the earlier confidence she had
felt in her friend. Was Julie imprisoned in her own sack of torment, unable to
do anything but cry? Kate shook her head to dispel such bleak thoughts,
succeeding only in pushing them aside temporarily.
"Oh please, get me out of this someone," she thought desperately as the
oppressive silence closed in around her.
Outside the dark womb of Kates' existence, Moira paced angrily. She glanced at
the three insulated tanks that sat silently beside her, peering in through the
transparent tops at the dark water inside. As if to reassure herself they were
still there, she turned on the high-power fluorescent lights that hung over each
of them, illuminating the contents.
Held submerged inside each of them was a pitch-black bag, tubes emerging from
all-over their surfaces. One was obviously empty, but the other two were
stretched taut around their contents.
Between the two full tanks stood an IV pole, holding high two bags that bulged
with soapy water. Their tubes snaked down through the lids on the tanks to
disappear into the lower end of each bag.
As she watched, one of the bags quivered, its teenaged occupant shifting in
discomfort as her colon was slowly filled with hot, soapy water.
Smiling with satisfaction, Moira leant to view the softly glowing LCD that
monitored the girls' physical state, frowning as she read.
She straightened and proceeded to fill the open-topped bag of water that the
girls shared between them. In moments the girls began greedily sucking on the
tubes, quickly emptying the bag once again. The tubes gurgled as they
desperately tried to glean more water from it.
Moira smiled again as the enema bags gurgled empty. She shut off the valves,
watching as both girls squirmed in their tight prisons.
The loss of the other two girls and the Extractor had infuriated her, but these
two were making excellent progress after only several hours. It wasn't such a
bad-day after all, she thought to herself, absently playing with a set of keys
hanging on a chain around her neck.
Susan and Julie huddled in the back of the 4-Wheel-Drive as it powered its way
through the snow. Their rescuer, who had shortly introduced himself as Evan,
drove silently through the softly blanketed streets. Julie was a little nervous
about him driving with sun-glasses on, but they didn't appear to impair his
vision.
Susan sobbed quietly, her head cradled in the taller girls' arms. She sat
strangely, keeping her weight off the belt hiding underneath her clothes. Julie
stroked her lovely red hair soothingly.
"How old are you, Susan?" Julie queried out of curiosity. The distressed girl
was silent for a moment.
"Sixteen," she replied without looking up. Julie sighed softly, and resumed
stroking the girls' hair.
She watched Evan through the corner of her eye. She guessed he was only a few
years older than her, maybe 22, 23? His black hair was shoulder-length, peeking
out from underneath the woollen hat he wore down over his ears.
The vehicle jerked to a halt suddenly. They were parked out the back of a
two-story building, snow piled around randomly.
"You can stay here for the night," Evan spoke from the front as he turned the
car off. "She won't find you here."
Julie nodded, and roused Susan from her lap. Wordlessly they exited the car and
followed him into the back of the unknown building. Inside the building was
dark, the poor illumination from outside hinting at storage shelves and vague
shapes.
Evan led them up stumbling up a dark flight of stairs just inside the doorway,
pausing at the top to open a door into the second level. Susan clung nervously
to Julies' side.
Evan ushered them in quickly and shut the door, careful to be quiet the whole
time. Julie peered down the long hallway they now stood in. Light came from a
doorway to their right, and at that moment a small blonde girl, about Julies'
age, stepped into the hall humming and wearing a sheer red teddy.
It began just above her full breasts, flowing down over her light pink areolae
and waist in lacy swirls to end between her legs with a small silk Vee. The
garment was tight around her body, displaying the trimmed V of her pubic hair
and labia prominently underneath their silken covering.
The tune was cut off as she froze in shock at the new arrivals. Her eyes fell on
Evan, and the colour drained from her face. Frantically her eyes darted for an
escape; Julie could almost feel her measuring the distance to the nearest door.
"Don't," Evan warned the young girl. She seemed to struggle with herself, then
her shoulders slumped in defeat and she sank to her knees on the floor, arms
behind her back and head lowered submissively.
Evan pushed past the two stunned orphans and gazed down at the girl through the
reflective glasses, his mouth twisting with amusement.
"I told you to go to bed," he said down at her. The girl seemed to cringe
inwards, but she said nothing. Evan sighed tiredly, running a hand through his
hair.
"We shall discuss this... indiscretion... tomorrow." The girl nodded guiltily,
keeping her eyes lowered.
"Show our guests to your room and get some extra blankets for them," he
instructed her, then turned to the waiting girls.
"No questions," he warned. "Julie, Susan, you'll sleep with Samantha tonight.
Preferably in the same bed, but if you don't feel comfortable, in the same room
will suffice."
Not giving them time to respond, Evan headed outside again, closing the door
behind him. Samantha climbed to her feet and glided off down the hall, the girls
in tow.
Julie watched the scantily clad girl walk; her eyes glinting in fascination as
they followed the thin red strap that disappeared between Samantha's buttocks.
Idly she wondered what it would feel like.
The last door on the left turned out to be Samantha's room. It was rather
cramped with the double-bed that filled the far left corner, leaving room for a
two-sided wardrobe against the outer wall and a desk to the left of the door,
hiding a full-length mirror behind it.
"Check the wardrobe for something to sleep in," Sam suggested casually. "I'll go
get some blankets." She ran off down the hall, leaving the girls alone.
"Should we be here?" asked Susan nervously as she sat herself down on the bed.
"He did save us," Julie replied, fiddling with the latch on the wardrobe. "We'll
be safer here than at the orphanage, where that bitch could find us..." she
trailed off as the wardrobe opened.
The left half was filled with shelves of clothing typical of any 18 year-old
girl in a cold climate. A selection of shoes and boots sat on the bottom of the
wardrobe, neatly arranged. The right half was entirely different.
Hanging neatly from the top of the wardrobe was a varied selection of fetish
wear. Julie slowly browsed through them with one hand, eyeing the leather
straps, latex bodysuits and steel d-rings in increasing interest.
A single shelf at the bottom held various other bondage utilities, including
gags, cuffs and several crops. Below were a set of neatly folded silky garments
that made the one Sam was currently wearing look modest. Julie glanced over her
shoulder at Susan, but she hadn't seen.
Samantha returned shortly with an armful of sheets, shutting the door with her
shoulder and dumping them casually on the bed.
"Find anything?" she asked, turning to look at Julie. Julie shook her head
before pausing at the strange look she was getting from Sam.
"Are your eyes... purple?" Sam asked with interest. Julie raised an eyebrow.
Lately everyone seemed to find something special about them.
"Yeah," Julie replied hesitantly. Surprisingly Samantha clapped her hands
happily.
"Wow, that's so cool! I've never met a Mistress before." Her eyes shone with
glee. Julie smiled weakly.
"So, let's see it," Sam asked expectantly.
"See... see what?" Julie was thoroughly confused.
"Let's see your mark, silly!" Sam frowned at the blank look Julie gave her.
"Near your belly button..." Sam prompted, approaching slowly.
"Huh, there's nothing there," Julie said dismissively, but to humour the girl
she began sliding up her shirt.
"See, nothing..." Julie trailed off as she exposed the symbol that sat directly
above her belly button. Thin jet-black lines entwined around themselves for a
couple of centimetres up her skin, and slashing horizontally through the middle
sat a jagged black line.
Shakily Julie pressed around it with her fingers, watching as the tattoo-like
mark deformed with her skin.
"Pretty," Sam said appraisingly, leaning forward slightly to look. Susan sat up
to look, her face blank.
"Check mine out," she said competitively; jumping on the bed and sending sheets
tumbling off the edge. Casually she slipped down the top of the teddy, exposing
herself from the waist up.
"Oh come on, we're all girls here," she said to the girls shocked gazes, then
glanced down and fingered below her belly button.
"See, mine's a nice pink colour." Forgetting her own unexplained marking, Julie
approached to look. Her mark was indeed pink; a neat circle inside a circle
pattern with a single diagonal line pointing down from the left.
Julie sat down on the bed and put her head in her hands. Things were getting way
too confusing.
"Why do I have a mark now?" Julie asked after a moment. "It wasn't there earlier
today." She wracked her brain to make sure; wasn't it? Sam was silent.
"You don't know, do you?" Sam replied softly, pulling up the teddy over her
nudity. "Didn't your parents tell you?"
"I'm an orphan," Julie told her.
"Oh."
"What didn't they tell me?" Julie queried after a moment.
"Evan can tell you," Sam replied, staring at the floor.
"What didn't they tell me?" Julies' voice became more insistent. She was missing
something vital here, and damned if she was going to wait.
"What didn't they tell me?" she repeated when Sam didn't respond.
"I don't know entirely," Sam replied resignedly. "All Evan will tell me is that
there are people like you and him who can mark someone as theirs. Own them, but
more than the mark."
Own them. "It is you who owns the brunette," the Woman in Black had said.
"Kate," Julie said breathlessly. Sam frowned at this, glancing at the wide-eyed
Susan sitting straight-backed on the bed.
"She isn't yours?" Sam made it sound like a statement. Julie shook her head
slightly.
"Susan... she's a friend." Julie stared at the disturbed teenager, eyes
pleading. She could see the fear and distrust that hid behind her soft, blue
eyes; re-evaluating their relationship. Was Julie a good friend to have?
"I don't want to be owned," Susan whispered weakly to herself, quivering with
indecision, sliding imperceptibly towards the edge of the bed.
"Am I dangerous?" Julie said hesitantly, asking what Susan couldn't. Sam laughed
softly.
"No, you're not dangerous at all. You couldn't go around accidentally marking
everyone you touch. You have to spend a lot of time in contact, and you have to
like each other a lot." She paused when Julie looked down, blushing furiously.
Susan relaxed slightly, no longer on the verge of running. Sam laughed louder
this time, ringing in the small room.
"It doesn't make you a lesbian to own... Kate?" Julie nodded slightly.
"If you've been friends a long time, or been through tough times together, that
can help."
"I thought you didn't know a lot?" Julie said softly, and it was Samantha's turn
to blush.
"Evan explained that to me... a while ago." The girls were silent for a moment.
"We should get to bed," Sam said suddenly, standing up quickly and heading for
the wardrobe. She searched the pile of silk clothing for a moment before
producing a pair of silk teddies.
Nervously Julie stripped off and dressed in the offered pale pink garment. She
felt more naked with it on than without. She studied herself in the mirror,
feeling a thrill run through her body.
The garment was slightly small, and as such it gripped her warm skin like a soft
silk glove. Her breasts were each held lovingly in their individual silk cups,
lifting them up tight against her chest. She shivered with excitement as she
adjusted them, positioning the small lace holes in the cups neatly over her
erect nipples.
Nearly invisible straps ran up from the top around her neck, meeting behind and
merging into a single strap that ran the length of her spine to disappear
between the soft globes of her buttocks. Spaced down her back crossed other
straps that held the flimsy garment over her front, one level with her breasts
and another just above her hips.
Julie twisted around, marvelling at the sensation of the silk pressed tightly
against her anus, wriggling her legs together excitedly. The same strap that
disappeared between her buttocks emerged again to barely cover the soft slit
between her legs, mere centimetres from slipping embarrassingly into the moist
gap. There it merged into delicate lacy swirls that continued to meet below her
breasts.
"Oh my, I have never looked this sexy," Julie said breathlessly.
Susan sat silently, her face flushed as she alternated between watching Julie
and staring at the flimsy garment that hung from her hand.
"I... I can't wear this," Susan said in despair. Samantha frowned
disapprovingly.
"Come on, where's your sense of adventure?"
"You don't understand; I can't wear it at all!" Susan protested, shaking her
head gently.
"Why can't you wear it? No-one will see you apart from us." Sam smiled softly,
but Susan shook her head again.
"I... I'll show you why." Her hands shaky, she pulled down her stolen pants,
revealing the shining silver that lay beneath.
"Wow," Sam said in surprise. "How did you... never mind." She took the clothing
back and passed Susan an equally flimsy silver silk top. Susan sighed in defeat
and stripped off the rest of her clothing, blushing every moment.
All three girls climbed into bed together in the now dark room. Susan was curled
up in the middle, feeling safe between the two older girls.
"Does the belt have... um... plugs?" Sam asked Susan suddenly, shifting to face
her.
"Yeah," Susan replied after a long pause, shifting uncomfortably. Her buttocks
rested closely against Julies' thighs, and she could feel the girls' warm breath
in her hair.
"Can you get it off?" Sam asked next.
"No," Susan replied, the pain evident in her voice. "Someone else has... the
key. How will I go to... to the toilet," Susan sobbed softly, curling back to
huddle against Julie.
Julie felt a strong sense of responsibility for the younger girl. Protectively
she wrapped an arm around Susan's waist.
Susan stiffened as a small, feminine hand touched her thigh, sliding down
between her legs to touch the warm steel that hugged her body.
"I think there's a hole there," Sam whispered after a moment. "You'll need an
enema to go to the toilet." Susan moaned in despair.
"I'll help you, okay?" Sam offered. After a minute she felt Susan nod.
"It's okay," whispered Julie reassuringly, her voice slurred with sleep.
The world around her faded away in to the restless night, filled with thoughts
and images of Kate.
"Help me."
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Thanks to RedEva for proof-reading.
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