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."