Chapter 10 - Hostile Takeover
Samantha spent the morning frustrated. Evan refused to tell her where or why
Julie and Susan had gone, simply ignoring her questions or giving vague answers.
She suspected he had done something to scare them away, but couldn't be sure. He
had taken her straight from the bath to his bedroom, where he had replaced her
hood and left her bound under the sheets with a vibrator teasing her on its
lowest setting. It had been a delicious torment, but she wished she knew what
had happened during her absence.
He was being very secretive now. He had left early in the morning without
telling her, and then returned seemingly disturbed by something. Her bottom was
still sore from the punishment she had received for asking too many questions;
for the first time she had actually been afraid of his anger.
Her thoughts were disturbed as the Extractor came to life underneath her again.
She shuddered apprehensively, feeling the probes buried in her loins warming.
She had lost count of how many orgasms it had given her since Evan had left her
cuffed to the machine.
The bedside clock showed the end of her five-minute rest, and with mechanical
precision the torturous vibrations began. Sam whimpered around the penis gag
filling her mouth. She hated this machine now. It made her cum and cum
mercilessly, ripping her mind to shreds with endless orgasms.
Sam hoped desperately that Evan would return soon, a shudder of pleasure running
through her body as the machine began a slow thrusting motion into her pussy.
Maybe not too soon, she thought as the vibrations increased in speed.
Susan lay contentedly in her lovers' protective arms, safe in the assurance of
his devotion that only a dream can provide. She sighed happily, spooning herself
against his chest and feeling his erection press against her buttocks. Her pussy
flooded hungrily for his length.
"Good morning Susan," he said sleepily, his hands sliding up to gently cup her
breasts.
Her dream abruptly turning into reality, Susan squealed in fright and began an
aborted leap from the bed that ended with her face-first on the floor and the
blankets entangled around her legs.
"Susan?" said a male voice in surprise.
Susan fought against the blankets and succeeded in tugging them entirely from
the bed. Leaving Trig naked on the bed, she crawled across the room and sat near
the door, drawing the blankets around her.
"What have I done?" she sobbed, burying her face in the soft fabric surrounding
her nudity.
Trig sat up to look at her, his face full of concern.
"What's the matter, Sue?" he asked, abbreviating her name.
Her eyes were clenched shut, tears squeezing through to run down her cheeks.
When she continued to cry, he climbed off the bed.
"Stay away from me," she screamed, her eyes springing open at the thud of his
feet hitting the floor.
Trig was hurt by her rejection; had he taken things too far last night?
"Susan, what's the matter?" he asked, raising his voice slightly. He heard
movement next door.
"We had sex!" she cried, her head filled with returning memories of last night;
the sounds, the smells, the wonderful feelings...
Julie poked her head through the bathroom doorway, blinking sleep from her eyes
as she took in the situation. Her eyes lingered briefly on Trigs' erection in
surprise, before centring on Susan. She hated to interfere...
"Susan," she said, putting every bit of her uncertain command into her voice.
The distraught girl looked up in surprise. "Did you enjoy sleeping with Trig?"
"Yes,' she replied in a whisper, the word forced from her lips by Julies' order.
"Susan, I want you to get back in bed with Trig," Julie said in the same firm
tone.
Susan whimpered helplessly as she stood with the blankets around her and walked
to the bed, drawing the blankets around them both as they lay down together.
Taking Susan in his arms, Trig rolled over onto his back, holding her against
his chest with one hand and his erection in the other. Susan whimpered passively
as he gently guided her onto his erection. Already wet from her dream, he slid
in easily until her pelvis was pressed against his own.
He hugged her lovingly as she slid a hand down between their bodies, exploring
the point at where they joined. Susan looked at him with tear-filled eyes; how
she loved the fullness he provided, the sense of completion as he touched her
deepest recess.
Trig tensed as she began to rise off him, feeling her muscles ripple over him.
Then with a squeak she dropped down violently, impaling herself on him once
again.
"It's my turn," she whispered as a smile spread across her face, and then kissed
him passionately.
Smiling, Julie discreetly shut the door behind her.
So many questions, thought Julie, absently swallowing a mouthful of porridge.
The blonde maid who had delivered the hot breakfast stood behind her, fidgeting
nervously.
Julie was pretty sure she was human, at least partially. Simeon had called her a
hybrid; and since she'd seen pictures of her mother, Julie wondered who, or
what, her father was.
She smiled briefly, imagining her mother hopelessly in love with a tentacle
monster. Hastily she suppressed that thought before she came up with a use for
those extra appendages. Plus, she hadn't seen any evidence of tentacles on Evan
or Simeon, although he could be hiding anything underneath all the clothes he
wore.
Julie glanced up as Trig arrived, Susan clinging to his hand like a small child.
She was dressed in one of the maids' outfits, looking nervous in the fine mesh
top, short skirt and knee-high heels.
A cute redheaded maid came and took Susan's hand, leading her off. The sound of
their giggles reached Julies' ears as they disappeared down the hall.
"The maids want to show her around," Trig explained offhandedly, slumping into a
chair across from her.
"You two got along well this morning," Julie remarked, silently cursing herself
for wearing nothing more than a shirt and panties.
"She was a bit louder than I expected," he admitted, giving her a grin.
"I hope you don't think of her as just another conquest," Julie said, frowning
at him.
"Of course not, Mistress Julie," he said sincerely, glancing at the empty
doorway.
They ate in silence, the blonde maid bringing them food as requested. The maid
seemed to grow more agitated with each passing moment.
"Everyone calls me Trig, since I'm good with guns," Trig said suddenly, breaking
the silence. "It used to be Trigger, but got shortened. Most people don't know
my real name." He looked at Julie, smiling slightly.
"It's Shane, by the way," he told her. "I'm good with my hands, see; I can pick
locks and use a dozen weapons, but people I'm no good with."
Julie was silent, guessing this was a rare moment for him.
"Susan... I've never met a girl like her. This morning, when she freaked out...
I was so scared that she hated me."
Julie stared at him, surprised by the emotion she felt in his voice. He was
deeper than he looked. She thought to ask if he had ever killed someone, and
then decided that she didn't care. It was hard to judge someone when you were a
killer yourself, even in self defence.
"Now I have to find out what to do with Emily...."
"You're sleeping with someone else?" Julie interrupted, staring at him intently.
"No, I'm not that kind of guy!" he said, waving a hand dismissively. "Long
story, but she belongs to me. Now with Susan here... maybe Master would like
another maid..."
"No!" cried the blonde maid behind Julie, startling them both.
The maid stared back at their surprised looks, one hand covering her mouth in
horror.
"What was that?" Trig asked, leaning closer to study her.
The maid stared at the floor, quivering fearfully in the black mesh top and
skirt that displayed the dark rings of her areolae. She seemed familiar to
Julie.
"Nothing," she said dismissively. "Would you like a drink?"
"Why shouldn't Emily be a maid?" Julie asked firmly, leaning on the back of her
chair.
"I should go," the nervous girl said suddenly and made for the door.
Encumbered by her heels, her flight was short-lived as Trig sprang from his
chair and caught her in a bear-hug.
"I need to go now," the maid whimpered, hanging limply in his arms.
She didn't struggle as he brought her back to the table and sat her down, simply
sobbing weakly and refusing to respond to anything.
"Speak, girl," Trig told her firmly. She shook her head in refusal.
Trig sighed in exasperation and leant back on his chair. The maid, seeing an
opening, sprang from her chair in an attempt to escape him.
"Stop!" he yelled, nearly falling off the chair in his haste to chase her.
Desperately he clawed at her retreating figure, his hands catching on her skirt
and nearly tearing the fragile garment from her body. She squealed in horror as
he pulled on the tattered skirt, overbalancing her and sending her tumbling to
the ground.
Defeated, the distraught maid curled into a foetal ball, the thick tear in her
skirt revealing the glint of steel between her clenched thighs.
"What the hell!" Julie exclaimed, moving around the table to get a closer look.
Trig frowned in surprise, crouching down beside her. The maid clenched her
thighs futilely as he grabbed her knees and separated them, exposing her nudity.
Julie hissed in sympathy.
Her hairless outer labia had been neatly pierced four times on either side and
then joined together with a small steel barbel through each piercing. By the
look of her puffy, red skin, it had been done recently.
"What the fuck is this?" Trig demanded, grabbing the girl by the chin. She
whimpered, tears streaming down her face.
"She'll punish me," the maid cried, squeezing her thighs together again and
attempting to hide herself with the remains of her skirt.
"So will..." Julie cut off Trigs' threat.
"We'll protect you," she said soothingly, wiping the girls' tears with a napkin.
"Now, who did this?"
"The... the house-mistress... put them in," the maid sobbed after a moment.
"Almost all the girls have them now... she threatened to... to hurt us if we
told anyone."
Julie glanced at Trig concernedly. His face was dark.
"Why did she do it?" Julie asked, wincing at the girls' pierced genitals. She
clenched her own thighs together sympathetically.
"She... she tries to make us tell her things about what's going on. She... she
says they're to keep us from being the dirty little sluts we are."
Julie fell silent; something bothered her, itching at the back of her mind.
"That bitch is pretty new here," Trig said angrily. "She's only been working a
month or so."
"Oh fuck," Julie said, her eyes widening with horror. "Where's Susan?"
Cassandra sat in her office, gritting her teeth. How was she going to face the
orphanages' teenage residents after her public humiliation at the hands of
that... that man! She removed her clenched hand from around the desk-lamps' base
to prevent herself from hurling it across the room in anger.
The little brats will be happy I'm not attending breakfast, she thought, sitting
back and glancing at the wall-clock.
There was a knock at the door. Cassandra growled, assuming it was one of the
teenagers come to torment her again.
They knocked again, more insistent this time. Her anger rising once more, she
sprung from her chair and stormed over to the door. She unlocked it quickly,
thinking of a dozen things to shout at the unwelcome visitor
"Ah... hello there," she said, forcing down her anger to look at the visitors'
strange, red eyes. "Are you here to deliver the test results? I wasn't
expecting..."
Moira reached out a gloved hand and grabbed her casually around the throat,
cutting her off mid-sentence.
"The tests were excellent," she said with a rotten smile.
Moira easily dragged the gasping woman in with one hand, hauling her across the
room and throwing her across her desk. Cassandra winced as her desk-lamp crashed
to the floor for the second time.
"What are you doing?" she yelled, trying to stand up. Moira vaulted up onto the
desk and landed on top of Cassandra, pinning her to the desk.
"Sit still," Moira said in annoyance, pulling a small vial from a pocket in the
front of her scandalously low top. Her fingers deftly plucked the syringe from
between the soft mounds of her breasts and began to carefully measure out the
liquid.
"Oh fuck," Cassandra screamed as she saw the syringe, moments before the needle
lanced through her pants and into her buttocks.
"Sleep, my little slave," Moira cooed as she discarded the now empty syringe
into the waste-paper bin.
Slave... Cassandra felt her thoughts growing sluggish. I'm not... a slave...
"Good girl," Moira said with a quick slap to the woman's bottom. She stood up
and let the unconscious head-mistress slump to the ground.
She felt the soft thud of a gas-grenade going off nearby, followed by several
more. With a smile on her face she imagined all the lovely teenagers' slumping
to the ground as they inhaled in surprise.
"This is going to be so much fun," she said, looking down at the unconscious
woman. Her mind was already making plans for the defenceless woman.
"Where did Susan go?" Julie yelled frantically, cornering a young, white-clad
maid in the hallway.
"She's... I have to go," the maid corrected herself, trying to push past Julie.
"Please... let me go," she protested, her voice quavering.
Julie quickly slid a hand underneath the girls' skirt to cup her sex, feeling
its unnatural shape. Instead of exploding in outrage, the girls' eyes filled
with tears and she began sobbing.
"We know about it," Julie told her, trying to contain her haste. "Where is
Susan?"
"We... we couldn't stop her," the maid cried, leaning heavily on Julie. "No-one
stood up for her..."
"Where is she?" Trig interrupted.
"In... in the kitchen," the maid said, pointing vaguely.
"Go tell Master of this," he commanded. Weakly the maid nodded, slipping past
them and running off down the hall, crying audibly.
Trig led them to the kitchens quickly. They found a small group of distraught
maids outside the doorway, huddled protectively around the redhead Susan had
left with. She looked up at the sound of their approach, her face filling with
guilt.
"In there" she directed, sinking back into the group as if Julie was going to
punish her.
Not wasting any time, Julie kicked the door open and surged into the room, Trig
following close behind. His hands were clenched into fists, ready to kill for
Susan.
"Susan," Julie called, her eyes roaming across the shelves and benches. The
floor was cold against her bare feet, reminding her that she was wearing very
little.
Her heart heavy, Julie ran for the only other doorway in the kitchen. She
slammed a shoulder into it, throwing the heavy door open.
"Will you little..." the house-mistress yelled, looking up from the table in the
middle of the store-room. Julie didn't even slow down.
Julies' fist slammed into the woman's belly, cutting her off in mid-sentence and
violently knocking the air from her lungs. There was a clatter as the tool in
her hands fell to the ground.
Surprisingly nimble, the nicely rounded woman sprang away from Julie, gasping
for breath.
"Bitch," she spat, glaring at Julie. "I don't know who you are, but I am going
to..." She trailed off as Trig stepped into the room, her eyes widening as she
realised her secret was out.
He glanced at Susan, who lay bound, gagged and blindfolded on the table. Her
body was tense with pain, blood evident between her spread legs. His eyes locked
onto the house-mistress with deadly intent.
"What the fuck are you doing to her?" he snarled, quivering with barely
controlled rage.
"Dirty little sluts," the woman muttered distantly, her hands twitching.
She backed away from them suddenly, one hand fishing in a pocket. Her hand came
free with a handgun, which she levelled shakily in their direction.
"Get away from me," she yelled desperately, her aim alternating between her two
attackers.
"Put the gun down," Julie said, taking a step forward. The gun didn't scare her
as much as it once would have, but Susan and Trig had no such advantages.
"Get back!" the woman screamed, her voice bordering on the edge of insanity. She
could barely hold the gun, her hands shaking uncontrollably.
Julie took another step, forcing the woman up against the far wall. She was
almost hyperventilating with fear, her aim faltering with the trembling of her
hands.
"Get away," she whimpered, and then something gave within her. She stopped
shaking, and an almost unnatural calm overtook her.
"Free at the end," she whispered, tears streaming down her face as she brought
the gun up to her head.
"No!" Julie yelled, leaping forward and batting the gun from her hands. The
weapon spun away through the air, disappearing with a clatter underneath a
shelf.
The woman looked up at Julie in confusion.
"Why?" Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she fell forwards limply
into Julies' arms.
"Susan," Trig whispered; his voice full of pain as he looked down at the bound
girl.
Susan squirmed at her name, blindly turning her head in an attempt to locate
him. He tugged free the blindfold covering her eyes.
Relief flooded through Susan as she saw him standing over her. She managed a
weak smile, pain obvious in her expression.
"Are you okay?" he asked concernedly as he tugged the gag from her mouth in a
shower of saliva.
"It hurts," Susan croaked, stretching her aching jaw.
Trig tugged at the rope binding her to the table.
"I'll get a knife," Trig told her, disappearing into the main kitchen.
"What... what did she do?" Susan asked after a moment, looking down between her
breasts. She could see blood, confirming the painful throbbing between her legs.
Julie came into view, her face grim. Being careful not to touch, she looked
between Susan's thighs.
"What did she do?" Susan asked desperately, on the verge of crying. Had she been
mutilated for life?
"She... she pierced each lip three times," Julie told her. "And... and your clit
hood as well."
"Why?" Susan asked incredulously. That woman had gone through all this to pierce
her labia?
"She was going to put these in," Julie explained, showing Susan the four steel
bars and the unattached balls for either end.
The balls had been drilled through the middle, allowing them to be slotted over
the end of the bars. The inside of the balls also had a recess, allowing the
little spring-loaded clips in the bars to lock on, permanently securing the bar
in each girl.
"They stop you from having sex. She's done it to most of the maids," Julie told
her sadly. "It looks pretty permanent."
"Permanent..." Susan breathed, staring at the bars in horror. How close she had
come to a life of chastity... to never having a man inside her... to never
having Trig again...
Julie put the bars down on the table and sat down beside Susan. She slid a hand
down and cupped Susan's mons, not in the least bit embarrassed by touching
another girl. How can you be ashamed by what is yours, Julie reasoned.
"Ah!" Susan hissed, looking down at her. "That hurts!"
"Quiet," Julie muttered, closing her eyes in concentration. I can do this, she
reassured herself.
Susan's rapid heartbeat pulsed against Julie's open palm, the raw, injured skin
hot against her hand. Carefully she summoned the warmth from within, feeling it
expand like a freshly budded flower in her heart. Uncertainly, she directed it
down her hand and outwards...
"That's better," Susan moaned softly, feeling the pleasant warmth radiating from
Julie's touch.
Julie concentrated harder, her body tense. She had no idea how to achieve what
she wanted, but... She withdrew her hand cautiously, unsure of what to expect.
A grin slowly spread across her face, purple eyes glinting with success. Her
fingers ran around each of Susan's smooth, pink labia, her fingers lingering on
the three neat holes spaced evenly down each one.
"What are you doing?" Susan asked breathily, wriggling her hips.
Trig returned, casually passing a knife between his hands. The sharp blade cut
through the rope easily, quickly defeating the tight knots. Susan sat up,
anxious to look between her legs.
"Wow," she said, reaching down to touch the latest addition to her body since
she had met Julie.
The skin was smooth and unblemished, lacking even the scar-tissue associated
with a normal piercing. Experimentally she tugged at one lip, slightly disturbed
by the light shining through the neat holes.
If Mistress Julie is happy with it, I should be too, Susan told herself, not
noticing the automatic honorific she added.
"Thanks," she said with an uncertain smile, hopping off the table. She spotted
her captor lying prone on the floor and her face contorted into a scowl.
"What's going to happen to her?" she asked, pouring scorn into the last word.
"We wait for Simeon," Trig told them, sitting himself down on the table.
Susan collected her clothes and dressed quickly, relaxing as she covered her
nakedness. Julie noted with a smile that she wore no underwear underneath the
flimsy clothing.
"You look cute in a ball-gag," Trig complemented Susan, swinging the black gag
in one hand. Susan stuck her tongue out at him childishly, glaring in
mock-anger.
He grinned back, hiding the sadness he felt at knowing how young she really was.
In a rare moment of insight, he wondered if she could be classified as a child
any more, after everything she had experienced lately.
Julie leant against the table, attempting to ignore their antics as Susan jumped
onto Trigs' lap and allowed his hands to roam underneath her clothes.
Absently Julie tugged free the necklace from its resting place in her bosom and
rolled it in her hands, studying the gold object as she had done a thousand
times before. The purple gem glinted in the harsh, fluorescent light, casting a
pool of purple light over her crossed legs.
Julie wondered whether it had been a gift given to her Mother, perhaps by her
irresponsible father as a parting gift. It's a bit larger than most jewellery,
Julie thought, feeling its' weight with one hand.
"Since when is my kitchen a brothel?" asked Simeon lightly, startling them from
the doorway.
"I... err..." Susan stammered, springing from Trigs' arms and furiously
returning her skirt and top to their original positions.
Stop acting like such a slut, Susan chastised her self. I don't need that belt
to control my urges!
Simeon made no more comments about Susan's behaviour. He suspected it was a
side-effect of being owned by Julie, but the urges were generally focused on her
owner, not someone else.
Casually Julie returned the necklace to beneath her shirt, watching as Simeon
entered the room. His eyes slid right past the unusual piece of jewellery, its'
presence forgotten without a second glance.
"What did you do to her?" Simeon asked, looking down at the unconscious woman on
the floor.
"She went crazy and pulled a gun," Julie explained, gesturing to where the
weapon had fallen. "Then she backed against the wall, tried to shoot herself and
then just... collapsed!"
Simeon frowned, crouching down beside the woman. He put a hand to her throat,
although how he could feel her pulse through the glove escaped Julie.
"Did she say anything?" he asked, rolling her over to study her slack face.
"Yeah," Julie said, thinking back. "I think she said 'Free at the end', right
before she tried to shoot herself."
"Son of a bitch!" he growled, punching the ground. "How the hell did Moira get a
spy in here?!"
"The maid said something about making them tell her everything that goes on,"
Trig offered, surprised by his Masters' anger.
"One of you maids, get in here now," Simeon called, unsuccessfully keeping his
anger under control. There was the sound of running feet, and a black-clad maid
appeared, her eyes wide with fear.
"S... Sir?" she trembled, unwilling to get too close to him. Simeon took a deep
breath, calming himself.
"Relax, you've done nothing wrong," he assured the terrified girl. The maid
visibly relaxed, although she didn't come any closer.
"What have you been telling her?" Simeon asked, giving the unconscious woman a
prod in the side. "Nothing useful," she told him, a weak smile spreading across
her pretty features. "We... filled her with crap, Sir."
Simeon raised an eyebrow, surprised and pleased by their independence.
"Why didn't you come to me earlier then, if you knew she was a spy?" The maid
looked at the floor, her smile a distant memory.
"The first thing she did was... pierce one of us. She said... if we tell, she'll
never remove them."
One hand slid down to touch the front of her skirt as she remembered her own
piercing. Her eyes glistened with moisture as she looked up at Simeon.
"Can you remove them?" she asked awkwardly, crossing her thighs.
"I don't know," Simeon admitted, standing up and studying her.
"Please..." the maid begged. "Several of the girls are infected... they can
barely walk..."
"I'll see what I can do," Simeon interrupted her tearful account. He sighed in
frustration.
The maids had now become a liability for him; they knew too much, and were
defenceless by themselves.
"Okay," he said finally. "You're all relieved of your duties. Do whatever you
will, just don't leave."
"Y... Yes Sir," the maid stammered, confused but obedient.
"No phone calls, no answering the gate, nothing," Simeon stressed, then turned
to face Trig.
"Bring her to my office," Simeon commanded, gesturing to the still unconscious
woman.
"Come with me," he said to Julie, walking out of the kitchen. If Moira learned
of his existence then things would get nasty, and fast.
Placidly, the person who was once Kate passed her eyes over the rows of naked,
unconscious teenagers. Male and female lay toe to toe on the cold floor of the
bathrooms, their chests rising and falling regularly with each breath.
"I assume he has provided us with the tools necessary to train this many
slaves?" the tall man said, ignoring Kate completely.
"Of course," said her Mistress, smiling sweetly. Kates' eyes were drawn to the
smooth orbs of her breasts, their tops peeking from underneath the layer of
black latex that covered most of her body. She wanted to suck on them so much,
but Mistress had told her to stay.
Absently she scratched at her belly-button, the skin red from previous
attention. Mistress assured her that it would be gone soon, and Kate looked
forward to when the irritating mark would disappear.
"Mistress Moira," called a guard from the doorway. "I found the last of them."
"Fuck you!" screamed the boy in his arms, throwing his weight around as he was
dragged in. Kate felt a tingle of recognition as she looked at his face.
"Boy, stop struggling," her Mistress snapped, fixing the poor boy with a
piercing stare. He froze like an animal trapped in the headlights of an oncoming
vehicle.
"Put him with the others," she said dismissively, turning away to continue
talking to the tall man.
Kate watched with passive interest as he was carried past her.
"Kate?" the boy said, his eyes widening in horror as he recognised her.
Kate tilted her head slightly, his words touching the dwindling core of her
resistance.
Then the moment was gone and the boy was dragged away, whimpering at the fate
that awaited him.
Her curiosity sated, Kate sat down in the rubbery playpen that was her home. Her
eyes closed languidly as she sank onto the slick floor, her mouth seeking for
the nipple that she knew was waiting for her.
She felt her bed-mate stir as she found the waiting breast with her lips, throat
already working to draw the warm flesh into her mouth.
Kate sighed in contentment, blissfully unaware of the battle that was being
waged inside her. The very blood in her veins was fighting for her mind.
And it was loosing.
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Thanks to Red Eva for proof-reading.
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