Chapter 15 - Out of the frying pan...
After what seemed like an eternity to Jessica, her prison had begun to shake
again. The constant motion had made the water push her around randomly,
destroying any sense of direction she had. She knew the knowledge wouldn't have
helped, but it was better than nothing at all.
It stopped soon afterwards, and she was left in peace. With nothing but her own
thoughts to keep her company, she drifted on the edge of sleep. The darkness
closed in around her, making her feel small and helpless.
A sudden thud reverberated through her liquid-filled world, frightening her.
Blindly her eyes searched the darkness, listening as what sounded like claws
raked the outside of her container. And then suddenly she was moving again, the
container swaying slightly as she was transported.
With another heavy thud her container was put down again. There was silence
again for a minute, and Jessica was just starting to relax when with only a
moments warning the liquid around her stirred, started to swiftly drain away.
Her heart-rate increasing rapidly, feeling the small slits down near her feet
where the liquid was quickly exiting. It took a moment for her to notice that
the walls around her were shrinking, like a deflating balloon with her inside
it.
Once she remembered that she needed the liquid to breathe, she panicked,
furiously trying to hold the walls out with her arms and legs. A split second
later she felt the attachment between her legs release and begin pulling away,
rapidly drawing its snake-like intrusions from her body. The sensation of it
being dragged from inside her colon made her feel terribly sick and she had to
fight not to throw up. By the time she had recovered her strength the walls had
already tightened too far around her body, pinning her arms at her sides.
As she felt it closing in around her head, she strained hard, trying her best to
preserve some liquid for her to breathe. But the walls tightened, plastering
themselves to her face and squeezing the last of the precious liquid out from
around her.
Her panic rising fast, Jessica squirmed against the resistance of the walls
pressing in around her. The pressure of the walls was almost painful, flattening
her breasts against her chest and rendering her arms and legs almost immobile.
She felt like she was slowly being crushed, and her struggles were doing nothing
but depleting the oxygen in her blood.
It seemed like forever before she stopped struggling, unshed tears making her
eyes ache as she once again faced death. The silence welled up around her, her
mind focused on the way her fingers were weakly feeling at the walls that
contained her, so smooth and uncaring…
The sound of the container opening was dull and distant, but it still made her
heart leap with the first sign of hope. She was already feeling dizzy from a
lack of oxygen, but she squirmed urgently, trying to hurry her potential
rescuer.
The container rolled over slightly, and suddenly she was falling through the air
to land hard on the ground. The walls cushioned most of the impact, but being
unable to prepare her self for it, it still hurt. She thrashed violently on the
ground, even as she felt consciousness beginning to fade. She didn't want to die
so close to freedom!
Something took hold of what had now become a giant cocoon with her inside and
began to drag her across the floor by her feet. Silently she screamed for them
to open it up, to forget moving her! But on they dragged, spots flickering
across her vision as the seconds wore on.
With a sickening jolt she was suddenly hauled into the air by her feet, fast
enough that she could feel the cocoon stretch around her. Blood rushed to her
head, providing a short burst of clarity. It was then that the cocoon split open
at her head, and in a rush of slime and female flesh she fell like a rag doll
onto the cold, steel grate below.
Her head ringing from the impact, Jessica rolled onto her side and assumed a
rough foetal position, her eyes tightly shut to protect them from the harsh
light. For a long moment she lay still as the pale blue slime slowly began to
drip from her naked form, glistening briefly in the bright light from above
before disappearing into the shadows underneath the grate. A shudder started at
the base of her spine, rapidly travelling up her body, and in one powerful
convulsion ejected a fountain of pale blue liquid through her mouth.
She moved then, arms that had lain limply at her sides suddenly drawing up to
clutch painfully at her chest. She took a gasping breath that was more of a
gurgle, and then with another powerful shudder expelled more of the liquid.
Taking another gasping breath, she gritted her teeth and managed not to cough
this time. Her arms had barely enough strength to move, but through force of
will she managed to roll onto her chest and raise herself up. Slime continued to
drip freely from her body as she moved, pouring off her chin and the tips of her
breasts.
Her next breath set off a painful convulsion in her chest, causing liquid to
spray from her nose and partially closed mouth. Opening her jaw, the remaining
liquid poured free, followed closely by a weak, but clearly pain-filled cry.
Unable to hold it back any longer, she fell forward onto her elbows and began
coughing uncontrollably, her lungs trying to clear themselves of the remaining
liquid. Desperately she tried to regain control, her chest muscles crying out in
pain with each spasm. Above her an engine worked quietly, lifting the now empty
cocoon away to be refilled with another innocent.
With a weak, but determined groan, Jessica forced herself to stop coughing and
take deep, measured breaths. It hurt, but she had to calm down and work out
where she was. Balancing on one elbow, she lifted her other arm and tried to
wipe the slime from her face, clearing her eyes so she could see. She made a
noise partway between a pitiful sob and a suppressed cough as she tried to make
out the room around her. The light lanced painfully into her eyes, but she was
determined to see.
She felt the vibrations of another person walking on the grate a moment before
she saw them. They were only a white blur to her, but she desperately hoped they
were here to rescue her. Even when they grabbed her by the upper arm in an iron
grip and hauled her to her feet, she still hoped.
Jessica spluttered pitifully, trying to communicate with her confused vocal
cords. Through her feet she felt another person come up behind her and take hold
of her free arm. In one quick movement they closed the first cuff around her
wrist, crushing her hopes of imminent rescue.
She was let go then, and with little strength in her legs she fell to hang by
one wrist from the chain attached to her cuff. They ignored her as she tried to
form a plea, wordlessly lifting her other arm and closing the opposite cuff
around it.
Half-standing now, she could feel the slime as it slid off her body, running
down between her legs to disappear through the grate. Through slitted eyes,
Jessica watched helplessly as they cuffed her ankles, their attached chains
ringing against the metal.
She felt the chains begin to move, the slack quickly disappearing in them and
pulling her further upright. Her legs were quickly pulled wide as her arms were
drawn up and out over her head, lifting until her feet left the ground.
The pain in her wrists was intense as she was forced to bear all her weight on
them. Weakly she kicked, trying her best not to sob in case she started coughing
again. With her eyes closed, she had only the high-pitched hiss that began
building in the air to warn her.
From all directions the jets activated, high-pressure water bursting from their
nozzles and turning instantly into a stinging mist directed at the helpless
Jessica. They hit her simultaneously from all sides, the tiny droplets cutting
through the layers of pale slime to pummel her soft skin.
The sound of her scream was lost underneath the cacophony of the jets, a moment
before her open mouth was filled with water and she was forced to close it.
Agony bloomed over every bit of her naked, hairless body, but the chains held
her fast as she convulsed. It only took seconds for the freezing water to steal
her body's warmth, and she slipped into unconsciousness from the shock.
It seemed like she was out for hours, but in reality the water continued for
only half a minute before shutting off. With simultaneous clicks the chains
holding her sprung free of their cuffs, leaving the gleaming silver bands around
her limbs. With nothing to support her Jessica collapsed to the floor, the
impact jarring her awake.
She let out a broken sob and curled into a ball, every bit of skin burning from
abuse. She began quivering intermittently, her body fighting between its
exhaustion and the need for warmth.
The white people approached her again, taking a limb each and lifting her into
the air. Jessica moaned helplessly, her body shivering visibly and leaving a
trail of water behind on the plain concrete floor around the grate. Her head
lolling back, she watched through blurred vision as she was placed on a
featureless, steel bench, the people still holding her limbs out.
A fifth blur came into view above her, sliding a gloved hand slowly over her
bald scalp. Jessica whimpered at the touch, her eyes wide with fear. She could
see clearer now, and her fear only deepened to see the heavy breathing masks
they were all wearing.
The gloved fingers were firm but gentle as they pried her jaw open, lifting
upwards so she had to tilt her head back. Her tongue flickered in her mouth
nervously as she made out the bulb-shaped object in their hand. Bringing it
closer, they slid the long, slender tip between her lips, easily pushing past
her tongues' hasty defence.
Jessica made a weak choking sound as the curved tip hit the back of her throat.
It was withdrawn slightly in response, and the hand gently stroked the soft,
pink skin of her throat.
"Swallow," the person commanded her, muffled by a mask. They squeezed the fat,
bulbous base of the object, causing something warm and sticky to squirt from the
end.
Jessica gagged in shock, and tugged weakly against the people holding her still.
She didn't want to feed like a baby from a bottle, but its sweet taste on her
tongue made her realise how hungry she was.
The person with the bottle didn't say anything as she closed her lips around the
end and tried her best to swallow around it. Despite the shame of being fed she
wanted more, frantically swallowing as they slowly emptied it into her mouth.
She whined unhappily when the now empty bottle was withdrawn and her benefactor
released her head, moving out of view. Her heart began to pound once more as the
taste faded from her mouth, the reality of her predicament returning in the
aching of her limbs where she was being held.
She looked up as the people holding her began to move, pulling her down the
table and drawing her legs further apart. Staring down over the blurred mounds
of her breasts, she watched as the person she had thought of as her friend move
to below her and lean over. The sudden touch of their gloved hand on her leg
made her cry out, and she began struggling anew.
"Please," Jessica cried hoarsely at them, and then launched into another fit of
coughing. Tears filled her eyes as she tried to double over, the painful
protests of her weary chest muscles overridden by the reflexive need to clear
her lungs.
The person between her legs straightened up, withdrawing a small, gun-like
device from underneath the bench that trailed a length of fine chain from its
handle. Their gloved fingers experimentally squeezed the trigger, causing the
two halves of its 'barrel' to swing together like hands catching a moth. As they
continued to squeeze, part of the chain that swung underneath was drawn inside,
and then with a loud click it stopped.
When the trigger was released, the two gleaming halves parted and a small,
circular length of chain fell out, falling carelessly to the ground below.
Satisfied, they loaded a small metal tag into the gap between the two halves and
leant forward, giving her no time to react.
Jessica stopped coughing abruptly as she felt the touch of the device on her
sex. Her left labia slipped between the two halves that promptly clamped down,
trapping the soft flesh in their grasp. There was a loud click and a numb
feeling, and then the two halved parted, revealing the tag now hanging by a loop
of chain from her freshly pierced lip.
The pain seemed to come an eternity later, the numbness turning into an agony
that seemed to jump all the way up her spine. She took a deep breath, and then
promptly slipped into unconsciousness.
The tension Trig had been radiating evaporated as soon as the two men left the
room with their container, Seth coolly giving them directions as to where it
should go for now. Ignoring everyone else, he immediately crouched down and
peered underneath the bed for Susan, softly calling her name. It only took a
moment to confirm that she had fallen asleep again.
"Time to go," Seth whispered in Julies' ear, and catching the three girls with
his arms, firmly steered them out the door. Reaching back, he pulled the door
shut, catching a glimpse of Trig pulling the sleeping Susan out.
"I don't want to leave her," Julie told her father out in the hallway.
"I saw that," he replied, absently watching the men carrying the steel
container. "You can't take care of her all the time. You have two other pets to
take care of, remember."
"I know," Julie said solemnly, thinking guiltily of how she had been avoiding
spending time with Kate.
"She'll be fine in a day or two," Celina comforted from behind. Julie nodded,
not feeling confident.
"Wait…" She raised her head to frown at Seth. "I don't have three pets!"
"It won't be long, knowing you!" He grinned widely, showing a mouthful of white
teeth.
"I…" Julies' face turned bright red and she suddenly became interested in the
floor. "It wasn't intentional!"
"Just stack it on top of the other one," Seth called down the hall, pointing to
where a second box had been placed by another two men.
"She's quite a beauty in that suit, isn't she?" he remarked to Julie. Julie felt
the warmth return to her cheeks once again.
"Is that your expert opinion?" Julie poked, trying to hide her embarrassment at
realising she agreed with him.
"Well, I didn't get that suit you like made for nothing," he teased with a wink.
He'd only seen her in it once, but she had looked like a mirror image of his
Kelly.
"What suit?" Celina asked innocently, looking at Julie. The dark-haired girl
moaned in mortification and hung her head.
"She hasn't shown you it yet?" Seth feigned disbelief. "Well, what it is, is…"
"Dad, NO!!" Julies' head snapped up in shock, and she fixed him with a deadly
stare.
"Let's go find your boyfriend," he announced, smoothly changing subject like
nothing had happened.
"My…" Julie gritted her teeth as he strode off purposely down the hallway. She
was grateful for the distraction from worrying about Susan, but… did he have to
tease her like that?
Seth needn't have bothered, as a second later Simeon and about a dozen guards
strode into the hallway ahead of him.
The sight of the guards and their guns turned the men milling absently around
the two boxes into action. Hands were already reaching for the arm-devices as
they moved, the first two taking up positions either side of the corridor whilst
the others ducked behind the boxes for cover. The guards stopped, raising their
weapons to fire…
"Stand down," Seth's voice cut through the air like a knife. There was the
barest moment of hesitation before the four men stopped, crossing their arms
grudgingly.
"It's okay," Julie called out to Simeon, her heart thumping with sudden
adrenaline. "They're friends."
Simeon stared for a long moment, and then with a tilt of his head signalled the
guards to relax. He didn't move forward though, and Julie could still feel the
energy he was holding, ready to strike out with his mind.
She heard Seth sigh quietly, before striding purposely down the hall.
"What's going on…?" Simeon began angrily.
"You must be Simeon," Seth said pleasantly, extending his hand. "My daughter has
told me a lot about you!"
"I… you're Seth?" Simeon looked surprised, and after a moment he uncertainly
took the offered hand. Julie relaxed slightly as she felt Simeon release the
energy.
"Your Dad is mean," Kate whispered in Julies' ear. Julie turned in surprise to
see the grin on her face, deep green eyes sparking with amusement at how he had
embarrassed the older girl.
"He's always like that," Julie complained, blushing again. Watching Simeon's
face as he spoke with Seth, she noticing the tiredness he was hiding and felt
sorry for him. Perhaps she could help him, later.
"What does Simeon do, exactly?" Celina asked, listening attentively to both
conversations.
"He monitors all the Dominants around here, things like that," Julie explained.
"Are there lots here?" Celina sounded interested.
"Not as many of them as there used to be." Julie almost said 'us', but she
wasn't sure she wanted to count herself as a real Dominant yet; it felt too much
like ending her old life completely.
"Why?"
"It's… complicated," Julie replied. Celina frowned at this, but she didn't
pursue a better answer.
"Just…" Simeon trailed off, and for a moment Julie saw just how tired he really
was. "I'll get the maids to find you some empty rooms; just try to behave and
we'll sort it out later."
"I'll give the order," Seth replied with a nod, and stepped back respectfully.
"Thank you for your hospitality," he said seriously.
"Simeon…" Julie left Kate and Celina and rushed to his side. He put an arm
appreciatively around her, and whilst he gave her a reassuring smile, Julie
could feel how he was leaning on her, and it worried her. Ignoring the proper
decorum Nyssa had been trying to teach her, she gathered her strength and
reached out into him to see if he was well.
"I'm fine," he whispered to her, amusement showing through his tiredness as he
skilfully kept her abilities from finding out anything useful.
"Hey!" she protested softly, frowning in concern. Behind her, Seth began giving
out orders to locate the rest of their group.
"You have to teach me how to do that," Julie whined in frustration, still trying
half-heartedly.
"Behave," he commanded with mock sternness, hiding a smile. Julie growled deeply
in her throat, but she gave up her attempts to read him.
"How about this," he proposed, speaking so only the two of them could hear. "If
you go and spend the day being a friend to Kate instead of avoiding her, I'll
show you a trick or two."
Julie winced, and looked down at her feet guiltily. Simeon smiled sadly at her.
"She's not the friend you remember, I know, but she is still Kate. The more you
help her, the faster she'll improve."
"I know," Julie said wistfully. His words had the sound of Nyssa in them, and
she smiled inwardly, knowing that Nyssa knew she would listen better if it came
from Simeon.
"You need to talk to her, laugh, things you used to do together," he continued.
"She follows you everywhere, but you rarely say anything to each other."
"I know," Julie whispered. She wanted to talk to Kate, but she could never think
of anything to say. All she could think about was her best friend lying in her
arms, feeding like a baby from her bare breast, and she couldn't face it.
Raising his voice, Simeon lifted Julies' head by her chin. "How about you take
the two girls here out to lunch? Kate hasn't been outside for a while, and
Celina would love to see the world, I'm sure!"
Julies' face brightened at the thought. She and Kate had rarely gone out for
lunch when they were at the orphanage, but Simeon had taken her out a few times
when he wasn't busy, and she had enjoyed them.
"Out to lunch?" Kate grinned hungrily, her green eyes shining with happiness at
being able to go outside now.
Simeon nodded at her, and then looked at Julie again. "Is Trig…?" He glanced at
the door to Susan's room.
"She's out again," Julie explained, worry showing through her high spirits.
"I'll find a few guards to come with you then. And no buts!" he cut her off as
she opened her mouth.
"But Dad says the people who were after me won't be coming back for a while!"
Julie looked slightly put out that she had to be babysat to go out for lunch,
whether she was being hunted or not.
"It's not so much for your protection," Simeon leant in to speak quietly, "but
for your two friends. The locals aren't happy with us at the moment. People know
enough not to attack a Dominant like you, but people around them aren't so
lucky."
"But, I went out with Susan and…"
"I know you did," he interrupted firmly, "and today I want a few people to look
after you." His face softened, and he leant in close. "Trust me, it's
important," he whispered.
"Okay," Julie said, unable to help smiling back. "But only as long as they don't
look like guards!"
"You'll never notice them," Simeon promised with a nod.
"So where are we going?" Celina asked, coming up to look over Julies' shoulder.
"There's a little café that's near the orphanage I remember," Julie suggested.
"That place is too expensive," Kate reminded her, pulling her face as she
recalled the prices.
Bending her knees to make herself shorter than him, Julie looked up at Simeon
and batted her eyes at him pleadingly.
He sighed dramatically.
"I'll go get some money."
"They're gone now," Trig whispered into Susan's ear, one hand stroking her cheek
as she whimpered softly. "It's just us."
When she didn't respond, he gently lifted her head and began to undo the buckle
on the gag. Freed of its bondage, her mouth slowly closed, the pink tip of her
tongue darting between her lips as if to ensure the gag was gone. She took a
deep breath and swallowed hard, her face eventually softening as she finally
fell quiet, her whimpering a memory.
Trig smiled down at her, and shifted to get comfortable on the bed. If she was
sleeping peacefully, he was happy.
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