Susan was still reeling from the latest assault on her mind, every shred of her consciousness on a knife's edge, waiting to fight for her life once more. She could hear them talking at the edge of her thoughts, the man who had brought her here, and someone else, someone barely remembered before the mind-control device sunk its claws into her.

".Julie." The single word pierced her guard, and she instantly returned to the world around her. Her memories were confused, and she had to take in the world around her once again.

The roughly square room was large, its walls and floor the same, boring metal as everything else she'd seen. The only thing that set it apart was the dais at the far end, where a dark figure was seated, watching her.

He looked sick, like every minute was an effort for him to continue living, his gaunt face making Susan wonder whether he was paying attention. His eyes made her certain he was, the blood red irises glinting with a piercing hatred that scared her. His dark blue clothes were free and flowing, hands almost hidden by the sleeves hovering over what Susan guessed were controls. There was something wrong with his shape, but she couldn't tell what was underneath the fabric covering him.

Julian was standing beside her, his fingers tapping the side of his thigh nervously as he waited. Whilst Susan couldn't see him, the guards that stood either side of the room were just visible to her, black clothes blending with the obsidian shine of their weapons.

"If the girl is missing," the man said slowly, "she may attempt a rescue of her friend. be ready when she does."

"Security should be active within the hour," Julian informed him. "It won't take long to find her then."

Susan felt her heart leap with joy and hope; Julie had escaped! Julie could get back home and get help, and then she could get rid of this horrible thing.

"Give her something menial to do," the man said, pain flickering briefly over his face. Julian nodded slightly in reply. The man's hand twitched almost unnoticeably, which Julian took as a sign to leave.

"Come," he said firmly, brushing Susan's shoulder. Unable to do anything but obey, she silently followed after him.



Giving every appearance of calm, Trig stepped into Julies' room. Slipping into habit, he scanned the room, noting the broken drawer, the open wardrobe with its pushed aside clothes, and the partially open curtains bringing light into the room. His calm faltered as he saw Kate, sitting at the foot of the bed and hugging something close to her, knees against her chest.

She looked up as she heard him enter, her emerald eyes puffy with tears. She made a soft squeak, and squeezed the soft silk bundle of Julies' dressing gown tightly in her arms. One of the hands gripping the gown relaxed, and Kate began absently sucking on her thumb.

"Kate," Trig said sternly, knowing that Nyssa wouldn't approve of him letting her continue. It had taken Moira only a few days to train Kate, but without using any of her methods, it was taking a long time for the teenager to recover.

"Come on," he said, slipping a hand under her shoulder and lifting gently. "Let's go find Simeon and see what we can do."

Kate nodded weakly as she uncurled from her position, thumb slipping from between her lips. Trig could hear the soft sound of rubber squeaking as she moved, and felt his loins tingle at the thought of what lay beneath her clothes. He left most of Kate's re-education to Nyssa, but he knew of the fights they had when trying to get her to give up the form-fitting outfit.

The sound of someone's voice made him pause, his head swivelling towards the bathroom. Kate leant shakily on him, one arm still tightly wrapped around the dressing gown. Stepping over to the bathroom door, he pulled it open quickly.

Seeing Julie stepping through the portal caught him unprepared, and for a second all he could do was stare and watch as the opening in the air closed. It didn't last long, habit taking his focus to the blonde girl accompanying the young Dominant, her blue eyes staring around her in amazement.

"Welcome back," he called, ignoring the heavy feeling in his heart at not seeing Susan.

The dark-haired Dominant turned away from where the portal had been and almost flung her self into his arms.

"Oh, Trig!" she exclaimed, hugging him tightly. "I'm so sorry." His body going numb, Trig held her close, not daring to think of what had happened. Even the sight of her almost painted on clothing wasn't enough to reach him.

Unable to say anything, he watched as Julie went to Kate and embraced her friend. The bundled dressing gown fell to the floor between them; Kate crying like Julie had been missing for days instead of the night.

"Julie." Trig prompted after a moment, his calm face hiding the fear slowly killing him.

"She's okay," Julie said over Kates' shoulder, avoiding eye-contact with him. He took a deep breath as relief flooding his being, even though he could sense she was hiding something.

"But." he prompted again, steeling himself for the worst. Wordlessly Julie reached up behind her neck and removed the broken mind-control device from her skin. It glinted in the light as she threw it clumsily to him, reflexes coming into action and plucking it from the air.

Trig turned the almost innocent-appearing device over in his hands, trying to fathom what it was for.

"It goes on your neck. and. takes over. your head," Julie explained, her eyes averted. "That one's broken. Susan." She trailed off, and pulled away from Kate.

"Trig." she said cautiously, palm up to receive the device that was currently clenched in his hand. "Trig, don't break it any more."

His face was rigidly calm, but she could see the rising anger in his eyes, and the way the muscles in his arm were straining.

"Trig, let go of it," she said firmly, adding an edge of command to her voice. He flinched and released his grip, dropping it into her hand.

"Sorry," she told him, and glanced sideways at both Kate and Celina. She couldn't help the smile that crossed her lips at seeing the way Celina was staring around the room, awed by the colours and the new things she had never seen.

"We should go tell Simeon what's happened," Trig suggested, pulling himself together. Julie looked carefully at him.

"Don't worry about her," she said, as much for her own benefit as his. "Dad.Seth said he would take care of her."

She knew with only a glance that he wouldn't rest until Susan was back in his arms. Giving her father a silent warning, she put an arm around Kate and called back at Celina.

"Let's go."



"You're sure about this?" Simeon asked Julie, his face full of doubt.

"No. but Celina said it would work, and she wouldn't lie; she seems to almost adore me!" Julie rolled her eyes at the thought.

"I noticed, she seemed to want to cling to you like a child," Simeon noted.

She had shared her story with him earlier, almost breaking down as she related what had happened to Susan. Simeon was confused by the story, and he was almost certain that she knew more than she was telling him. Celina had revealed little information about the mind-control device, which he had sent off to the Council ship parked in the gardens for analysis.

"Well." Simeon prompted, looking at her expectantly.

Julie whimpered at him, standing in his shower with her hand poised over the cold tap. Her hand closed around the metal, but she couldn't bring herself to turn it.

"Just get it over and done with," he told her, unsuccessfully hiding a smile. "You're not afraid of a little water, are you?"

Julie stiffened at the accusation. Giving him a defiant look, she deliberately turned the tap as quickly as she could. In an instant the showerhead sprang to life, cold water bursting forth and catching her in the face.

She gasped in shock, taking a step back as Simeon tried not to laugh. Gritting her teeth, Julie turned around to stand under the flow of water, letting it drum against her back.

"Oh s.shit this is c.cold!" she exclaimed, her teeth chattering dramatically as she hugged herself. It was a supreme effort of will for her not to throw back the shower-screen and leap into the waiting tub of hot water.

"Is it working?" Simeon asked, sounding amused as he peered at her. Julie shot him an angry look, but she reached up and scraped at where the suit reached her neck.

At first it seemed to have no effect, but a little work rewarded her with an edge that she could pull at.

"Yes!" she almost yelled, stepping quickly out of the flow. Her fingers worked at the neck, peeling it back like a sticker on a glass window. Slowly her arms came free, and then began pulling it down her body. She was uncomfortably aware of how her nipples stood out proudly on her breasts, seemingly growing larger as she uncovered the soft flesh underneath the blackness.

The invasive suit slipped easily from her orifices like it had turned into flimsy rubber. Leaving it like a discarded cocoon in the bottom of the shower, she turned off the water and opened the door.

"Mm, very nice," Simeon hummed appreciatively, eyeing her. Julie grinned widely despite her shivering, and embraced Simeon in a bear-hug, pressing her naked skin against him.

"HEY!" he yelled in mock outrage as the cold water on her body quickly soaked through his clothes.

Laughing playfully, Julie let go and prance naked over to the big, round spa-bath. Whilst Simeon frantically tried to shed his wet clothes, Julie lowered herself into the water, sighing as it closed over her skin.

"Thanks," Simeon said sarcastically, standing in his underwear with arms crossed over his chest. "I come here to help and this is how you reward me."

"You're here just to see me in the nude," Julie accused, eyeing the bulge in his underwear.

"Maybe I am," he replied slyly. Stripping off his remaining clothes, he slipped into the tub with her.

"Simeon." Julie looked at him across the surface of the water, her face pained as she felt his legs slide against her own. She knew what her body wanted, her recent exertions made it increasingly hard for her to ignore, but she couldn't do it.

"It's Susan isn't it," Simeon stated gently, putting an arm around her as he watched emotions flicker across her features. Julie made a weak attempt to pull away, but he kept a firm grip on her shoulder, and a moment later he was drawing her into his arms as she began to cry.

"I left her behind," Julie sobbed, the guilt that had been eating away at her coming to the surface. "I didn't even. try to help." She straddled his legs, pressing herself tightly against him and buried her face in his neck to sob.

"You made the right decision," Simeon whispered reassuringly into her ear, trying to ignore the softness of her skin against him. "If anything had gone wrong, you could both be prisoners, or worse!"

"But. I didn't try!" Julie cried, moving so she could look at him, her cheek resting against his shoulder. "I just. walked away."

"And now you and Celina are safe here," Simeon told her, giving her a squeeze. "We won't forget Susan, or the other slave-girls at this Station. And don't forget your Dad's promise."

Julie laughed sadly between her sobs.

"You don't trust him?" Simeon asked. She shook her head half-heartedly.

"He tells me why he left. but."

".It doesn't make up for the years?" Simeon finished for her. She merely hugged him tighter.

"I think he's done more than you think, Julie," he told her, smiling softly as she looked up. Her violet eyes were puffy with tears, and her cheeks were red, but he could see the curiosity in her face.

"You look awful," he said gently, and was rewarded with a rueful smile.

"You think Susan will be okay?" she asked him, her eyes searching for any sign of doubt.

"Your father's spent most of your life hiding, but he has been taking care of you, and I think he'll take care of Susan too." Julie looked up at him for a second, before resting her head back against his bare chest.

"You think so?" she asked, sounding uncertain.

"He'll look after her like she's his other daughter," Simeon reassured her. "Or else he'll have you and Trig to answer to. You just have to wait and trust him."

"But I hate waiting," Julie murmured, rubbing affectionately against him. Her doubts remained, but she realised that there was no point worrying when she could do nothing but wait.

"Waiting isn't always bad," he said slowly, his hands sliding down her back to disappear under the water. Julie straightened up to look him in the eye, squeezing his legs between her own as he cupped her cheeks in his hands.

"It can be very bad sometimes," Julie said in a sultry tone, leaning in close to him. She moved her hips forward, feeling his erection pressed between them.

"Extremely," he agreed heavily, pushing off from the side with Julie clinging to him.

Sitting her down on a seat jutting out under the water, he leant in and kissed her on the lips. She returned it almost hungrily, their tongues sliding against each-other. The taste of her made his skin tingle, like a rush of adrenaline.

"Ah," she breathed around his mouth, her own skin tingling pleasantly.

To Julie it seemed like a contradiction that she could feed off him like she did Susan, and that he could feed off her in turn; it didn't seem to add up, but she was thankful that it worked. Without Susan she would have been forced to covertly feed off Kate, had it not been for Simeon's presence. She knew that she would eventually have to tell Kate everything, but for the time being she was keeping her differences hidden. She told herself that her friend was still too fragile to know, but she wondered whether she was afraid of what Kate would think.

"Hey," Simeon said gently, looking at her with an expression of both concern and veiled lust. With a start, Julie realised she had gotten lost in her thoughts. "You okay?"

She stared for a moment into his eyes, thinking how they looked so similar to the ones she saw when she looked in a mirror. They had been a dull grey before his recovery, but as the weeks went by they had changed to what he told her was their original colour of bright violet.

"Yeah," she said, a smile crossing her lips.

"Susan wouldn't want you to turn me down just because she's been captured," he said, misinterpreting her hesitation.

"She would be too shy to say so," Julie replied, a slightly sad fondness in her voice.

"She'll be okay," he told her, smiling reassuringly.

"I know," Julie said hotly, as much for her own benefit as his. "Stop worrying about me, and start using this!" With her arms and legs wrapped tightly around his body, she ground her hips against his cock to illustrate.

"You little slut," he teased, his hands kneading the soft muscles of her buttocks.

"I might be offended by that," she said slyly, and gently caught his lower lip with her teeth. She let out a slight giggle as his tongue slithered across the prison of her teeth, releasing him.

"What are you going to do about it?" he asked playfully, pressing her back against the edge of the tub to emphasise his position.

"Mm," she hummed, feeling his cock pressed against her open folds. "Maybe I'll." She bent slightly, rubbing herself against his erection. ".do that a little more."

"I might have to screw you if you keep doing that," he said, grinning slyly.

"Oh, really?" she asked, grinning back as she tightened her legs grip on his waist.

"Over the side of the bath," he added, making her eyes widen with desire. Julie moaned softly, and looking directly into his face, she ground her hips against his own.

She felt him tense, and then they were moving, pushing them backwards with his feet on the bottom of the tub. She let out an excited squeal and tightened her hold around his shoulders as they moved, the water dragging against her naked body, swirling between them and over her hot sex.

"You asked for it!" he growled, taking hold of her thighs in his hands.

"No!" She squirmed playfully as he pulled on her legs, untangling them from around his waist.

Her hands began to slip around his neck as he turned her body around, pinning her against the edge of the tub with his weight. She could feel his cock pressed between her butt-cheeks, and her heart began to race as she thought about what he could do in this position. She gave only token resistance as he pulled her arms free and drew them up behind her back, forcing her to bend forwards over the edge. Water curled down between her upraised butt-cheeks to caress her delicate privates.

"Please," Julie pleaded, twisting in his grasp to look back at him. She could feel the water running off her, running down her smooth skin to land on the quickly soaking bath-mat.

Simeon entered her swiftly, wrenching a squeal of shocked delight from her lungs as he slid deep into her sex. His entry sent pleasure up through her body, vaginal muscles clenching to try and keep the hard intruder inside as he began to withdraw.

Water still dripping from her body into the quickly growing puddle, Julie shut her eyes and gritted her teeth as he began stroking rapidly into her. With every thrust that shook her with pleasure, she felt the slight pain from her shoulders, reminding her of his control.

Her world contracted to the hard stroke of his cock, the soft, wet sounds coming from her body, the gentle lapping of water against her thighs and the side of the tub, and the feeling of droplets falling from her breasts with every shake of her body. She could hear him breathing heavily above her, and feel his fingers slide as he tried to maintain his grip on her slippery skin.

"Yes-s-s," she hissed, spreading her legs further for him. Her vaginal muscles clenched down on him as hard as her hands were on his arms, helping him to hold her up.

Julies' toes began to curl underwater as she felt her orgasm approaching, its warmth burning deep within her loins. Through her teeth she let out a pitiful moan, wishing it could go on forever. It was too soon to cum!

"No," she breathed, trying to force it back down. Simeon could feel her body tense in preparation and slowed his pace, but by then it was too late, and she peaked, the orgasm washing over her like a tidal wave over her hastily erected fortifications.

A long, drawn out sigh came from deep within her throat, but even as she basked in the warm glow she knew that it wasn't strong enough. She still wanted more, and the thought made her already glowing cheeks burn with shame.

Simeon slowed his thrusting as she purred in the afterglow, and released one of her arms. She sighed in relief as the pressure on her shoulder was released, and then let out a little yelp as Simeon's free arm encircled her waist and lifted her upright again. Releasing her other arm he hugged her from behind, his cock slipping wetly from her body due to the angle.

"Don't stop," she panted softly, her hands clasped over his as she twisted to look over her shoulder.

"I'm not finished," he whispered playfully, and kissed her ear as he pulled one hand free. She watched as he reached across to the corner of the tub and collected a small, unlabeled jar.

"One leg up," he said, his voice gently commanding.

"Yes Sir," Julie replied in a teasing tone, trying to hide her nervousness.

Her heart was pounding as she lifted her foot onto the edge of the tub, extremely conscious of the way this exposed the pinkness between her firm cheeks. His hand pushed on her back, making her lean on her knee. She already knew what he had planned, but the touch of his lubricant-covered finger against her tight hole sent a shiver up her spine anyway. She couldn't help but try and lift off his finger as it slid past her defences, her cheeks reddening rapidly at the shame.

"Not over the edge again," she whispered, shutting her eyes and squirming slightly as he moved his finger around.

"Aw," Simeon said in mock disappointment, and pulled his finger out.

Julie was already thinking about what would soon follow as he guided her across the water to where the submerged seat hid. Facing towards him, she stood on the seat either side of him and squatted down, holding herself above his cock protruding from the water.

She was almost shaking with anticipation as he placed one arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. She knew she would probably enjoy it, but she was still scared; despite her boast to Susan, it would only be her second time.

"Relax," Simeon reminded her with a whisper, gently putting his weight on her shoulders with his other hand holding his cock steady.

"Easy for you to say," she breathed, laughing nervously.

He heard her indrawn breath as the tip of his cock touched her pink rosebud. He couldn't help but be both amused and aroused by her fear. she was so complex. She could voluntarily wear a pair of highly invasive rubber panties and enjoy every moment, but the thought of anal sex turned her knees to jelly.

She whimpered softly, the head of his cock buried in her butt. With her eyes squeezed shut, she tried desperately to relax and imagine that it was nothing more than one of her big dildos she was lowering her self onto. She could feel his warm firmness sliding past her muscles, the lubricant and water making his entry painless and easy.

She felt her thighs touch the surface of the water, and moaned softly. Simeon pushed harder on her shoulders, and combined with her quickly failing knees, she slid down onto his lap in one swift motion.

"OH!" Julie gasped, unprepared for the sudden penetration.

"There," Simeon whispered in her ear, his arms encircling her body. Gradually she relaxed and laid forward against him, letting his hands gently massage her spread cheeks as she hugged him. She could feel the water lapping against the hot, slippery folds of her sex, and despite herself she pushed down to feel it brush over her clit.

Panting with arousal, Julie pushed her hips forward, grinding her sex against Simeon's pelvis as she tried to adjust to the feeling of his cock inside her. The sensations her muscles were causing as they tensed and relaxed around him was amazing, and it took all his self-control not to simply pull her up off his cock and start thrusting.

"Come on," Julie urged breathlessly, one of her hands snaking down between them to rub her soft, pink petals. Excitement was quickly overriding her inhibitions, and she began squeezing his cock between her cheeks, lifting herself up with the arm around his neck.

"Slut," he whispered affectionately in her ear, and with his hands on her buttocks he thrust upwards, burying himself to the hilt within her tight anus. Julie let out a cry of shocked pleasure and gripped his cock tightly as he withdrew. A moment later his hips moved and he was sliding back into her, stretching her wide around his flesh.

Simeon's ribs ached a little from the force with which Julie was squeezing him with her knees. She was breathing hurriedly in his ear, her breasts squashed between their wet bodies. The way her anal passage gripped him was fast working him towards a powerful orgasm, and judging by the way her fingers were working her engorged clit between them, she wasn't too far away from one either.

Julie whined for a few seconds as he increased his pace, her mind totally focused on the feelings in her loins. The fast, regular motion of his cock, the feeling of her fingers pressed against her clit. Simeon began to tense up, his thrusting more urgent.

"AH," he gasped, his hips slamming up to press against her behind. Julie stiffened in surprise as she felt him cum within her, the sudden jet of warm wetness within her unexpected. Her fingers ground her clit against her pubic bone as she realised what was happening, pushing herself over the edge into her own orgasm.

"Mm," she purred, gripping his body tightly as the pleasure washed over her. His hands left her buttocks to hug her tightly, his cock twitching within her as the orgasm faded.

"Thanks," she whispered tiredly, nuzzling his neck.

"You too," he replied, sliding off the seat with her. The water closed over them until all that was visible was their heads.

Julie climbed off him with a groan, and sat down beside him in the water, resting her head on his shoulder. They were quiet for a minute, slowly catching their breath.

With a decisive grunt, Julie straightened and looked around for the soap. Spotting it sitting across the other side of the bath, she moaned unhappily.

"It's too far away," she said to Simeon. He laughed softly, following her gaze to the pale-blue bar.

"Go and get it, lazy," he admonished her gently.

Narrowing her eyes at the soap, Julie tried to grab at it with her mind, but the soap seemed as slippery to her thoughts as it would be to her fingers.

"Do it the normal way," Simeon suggested, chuckling softly. "You won't achieve much trying that."

Julie looked startled, before she realised that he could sense her attempts. Her cheeks flushing red, she waded across the bath and collected the soap.

"I could do it before!" she protested, and playfully threw the bar at him. He just grinned at her, watching as it hit the water in front of him with a plonk and sank to the bottom. Julie grit her teeth, and made her way sheepishly back across the bath.

"Was this after you saw Susan?" he asked as she reluctantly came to sit with him again. She nodded.

"Then you were probably all emotional, which helped you use your ability," he theorised. Julie began blushing furiously as she remembered.

"Tell me what really happened," Simeon said, grinning at her expression. Julie was unable to look at him as she related the events she had omitted earlier.

"You little devil you!" he exclaimed in between laughs.

"Don't tell anyone!" Julie pleaded with him, her eyes wide with excited fear.

"Of course not," Simeon reassured her, his chest shaking with mirth. With a groan he stood up in the tub and stretched. Julie stared up at him from her sitting position with red cheeks, trying to avert her eyes from what now lay right in front of her face.

"Why don't you get cleaned up and I'll meet you outside," he suggested, climbing out of the bath. He collected the now limp, silky suit from the bottom of the shower.

"See you," he said from the doorway, and blew her a kiss.

Julie waved back and gave a weak smile, still unable to quite believe that she had told him. Trying to ignore the faint sound of his continued laughter, she collected the soap and began to wash herself.



With a completely neutral expression on her face, Susan folded the sheets on the bed before her, her hands moving with a practiced ease as she tucked it under the edge of the mattress. With a casual glance over the neatly made bed, she turned and walked out of a cell that could have been hers for all she could tell. Taking hold of the handle on a trolley piled high with more neatly folded sheets, she pushed it down the small hall to the next cell. The door opened automatically for her, and she continued the routine of stripping the bed and replacing them with clean sheets, the same routine she had been following for what seemed like hours.

A passive observer inside her own body, Susan could do nothing but watch and endure. Her arms were getting sore from working with all the sheets, and her belly was rumbling with hunger. But all of the discomforts paled beside her constant arousal.

She could feel her female juices running down her thigh as she worked. The soft rosiness of her cheeks and the way her clit throbbed every time she bent over were slowly driving her mad; made infinitely worse by the fact that she could do absolutely nothing to gain release.

She knew why she felt this way; her body was telling her that it was time to find Julie. But there was no hope of finding her friend and Mistress any time soon. She clung to the thought that Julie was free and looking for a way to help her out, but she had quickly realised that it would take a lot of time for a rescue.

Be careful, she silently called to Julie, whilst outside her head she pushed the trolley up to the next waiting cell.