The instant that Shadow loosened his grip, Simeon turned around and ran for the door, shouting at the freed orphans to leave their friends and get out. They immediately abandoned whoever they were in the process of freeing and ran for the door, pained expressions at the cries and whimpering of the remaining captives. They had all seen what had happened, and it had scared the hell out of them.

Simeon still couldn't believe what his eyes had seen. was there really a hole in the air, or had he momentarily lost it under the influence of Shadow? Maybe they had. run off?

But his thoughts were interrupted as he almost ran into Trig.

"Sir, are you alright?" he asked concernedly, turning and joining the crowd.

Simeon shook his head. "Things are not alright," he replied as they ran down the hallway.

"Julie came and. did something, and now I'm not sure where they are."

"Huh?" Trig said in confusion. "What did she do?"

"I don't know," Simeon said softly.

Trig shrugged it off, reassuring himself that Susan was safer with Julie than with Moira.

"I sent the orphans out to the car. Moira is going to be pissed off that most of her slaves are now free."

He glanced over his shoulder at the naked or semi-naked orphans following them, straining to carry their drugged companions. He couldn't help but watch the way the girls breasts bounced free with each frantic step, or the movement of their hips.

"We need to get them away from here," Simeon told him, returning his attention to what lay ahead. "The police will try and take them into their care."

Trig frowned at this. "Shouldn't we let them look after the orphans?"

Simeon shook his head, halting at the front door. He stared down the hallway, checking for any signs of pursuit.

"This is our problem, and our responsibility, even though the truth is out. We deal with Shadow, and we deal with the innocents."

They fell silent as the orphans hurried out the door and into the cold, gasping as their unprotected feet hit the frozen ground.

Simeon groaned tiredly as they walked out of the orphanage; the police had arrived, and were already rounding up the orphans. They had made a hasty line of cars to block the road, their headlights shining on the front of the building.

"Stop right there" demanded the older officer, confronting Simeon as they reached the blockade.

"What do you want?" Simeon asked as he surveyed the officers herding the orphans like pink cattle. "Have your men covered the back of the orphanage?" he asked, not waiting for an answer.

"Don't tell me how to do my job," the officer snapped. "You there!" he called out. "Take these men into custody."

Simeon's eyes narrowed. Firmly he repeated the question. "Have your men covered the back of the building?"

"They're on their way," the officer said, his eyes widening as he spoke. One hand dropped to the gun holster at his side.

"I don't know who you think you are," the police officer began, "but."

"Have you seen Nyssa?" Simeon asked him in the same tone, eyeing the approaching police.

"She's with us for now," the older officer said involuntarily.

Simeon let his eyes pass over the cars again, spotting the van parked at the rear.

"Let's go, Trig," he said in a low voice, and began making his way through the cars.

Ignoring the police's cries to stop, they arrived at the van and pulled open the rear doors.

Nyssa looked up and broke into a smile, shaking her head slightly. Behind her was Alexis, blue clad and content, and Samantha, who the police had deemed safe enough to not cuff. Nyssa's smile faded as she saw Simeon's face.

"Shadow is a telekinetic," Simeon said quickly, "and not only does he already have an amplifier. he's got Julies' too."

"Shit. Oh shit! He has the original?" Nyssa groaned, standing up and offering her cuffed hands to him. Simeon glanced at them, and with a click they came loose.

"Get the girl," Simeon told her, turning to face the approaching police. "Trig will take you to the house; contact the Council."

Nyssa nodded, directing Alexis to her feet. Once she had been shown who was her new owner, she had been very obedient. Nyssa had tried to get her to talk, but she had refused to use her mouth for anything but sucking on the dildo.

Trig stepped into the back of the van as Simeon began talking rapidly at the police. He knelt with Samantha, and spoke to her in a low voice for a minute. She nodded once, and then watched silently as he climbed out and slid away, Nyssa and Alexis following closely.



The sensation of falling was unexpected as Julie and Susan lunged through the portal. Julie only had a moment to realise that whilst the portal entrance had been vertical, its' exit point was very much horizontal and at about the hight of the ceiling.

Then the two girls hit the bed below them, landing painfully in a tangle of limbs.

Julie groaned and rolled off Susan, clutching at her head as an almighty headache washed over her. There was a long silence, punctuated only by their hurried breathing.

"Are you alright?" Susan asked anxiously, pressing her slippery, naked body against Julie and reaching over to look into her face.

"Do I look alright?" Julie replied sarcastically, opening one eye to a slit. Despite the room being almost dark, she groaned at the pain the light caused, and squeezed her eyes shut. "Where are we?"

"In your room, at Simeon's," Susan told her, staring around in disbelief.

Julie started to nod her head, and then thought better of it.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Susan asked shakily. "You were. screaming. a lot." She slid her cuffed hands over Julie and pressed her head against Julies' neck.

"Why did you come for me?" she sobbed, not hearing Julies' hiss of pain as she hugged her from behind. "You lost the necklace. and you nearly died!" She squeezed Julie tightly and fell silent, crying softly.

"It was worth it," Julie whispered. Slowly she rolled over, their faces almost touching.

They lay together silently, the already dim light in the room slowly fading into darkness. Julie slowly opened her eyes, her headache fading into a dull throbbing. Her body was starting to recover, although she still felt like she'd rolled down a rocky incline.

"Moira. injected me with something," Susan said softly, her voice slurred slightly. "I think I'm. going to fall. asleep."

She pulled her hands back over Julies' head and rolled over to stare up at the ceiling, sighing dreamily. The adrenaline which had been previously pulsing through her body was slowly fading, leaving her defenceless against the drugs.

"She injected you?" Julie asked concernedly, peering at the shadow lying beside her.

Susan reached up slowly and took hold of her collar, finding it hard to summon the energy to move.

"Yeah. in my neck. it was horrible. big. and red." She trailed off into mumbling. Languidly she rolled onto her side and placed both hands in Julies'.

"I love you," she whispered, and then promptly fell asleep.

Julie was stunned by Susan's words, powerful emotions tugging at her heart.

"Me too," she said, but Susan didn't hear.

Julie reached out and turned on the bedside light. She instantly regretted it as her head exploded with pain, the light lancing into the back of her skull. She groaned, and reduced her eyes to slits until they adjusted.

Muscles protesting with every move, she climbed off the bed and collected a couple of towels from the bathroom. Sitting back down, she gently wiped Susan dry of the lubricant.

Pushing the blanket back, Julie slid her friend underneath the covers. As she did so, she had a sudden thought that perhaps Susan wouldn't wake up from the drugs.

"Damn it," Julie whispered, listening to Susan's regular breathing. "Relax, Julie. She's just sleeping!"

But as the minutes dragged on without Susan even moving, she couldn't bear it any more.

Hastily she shed her own clothes, eyes widening as she uncovered the bruises marking her body. She glanced at Susan briefly, thankful that she was unable to see them.

As she climbed in beside Susan, the young girl stirred slightly underneath the covers.

"Susan." Julie whispered hopefully, pulling the sheets up to her shoulders. "Can you hear me?"

Every moment that Susan lay still only fed her fear, despite the fact that she could feel Susan's strength like lying beside a warm fire, totally unlike the increasing warmth of the blankets. Without a seconds' thought, Julie slid her arms around Susan and felt forwards into her.

Julie had no real idea of how long it took; one moment Susan was unconscious in her arms and the next, she was taking a deep breath and squirming, the blankets stiflingly hot.

"What the hell." she cried, sitting up in bed.

"Julie? .Why are we in bed?" she queried, pulling the sheets back as she felt the coldness of the air. "Julie?"

"Shut up!" Julie cried, and pulled Susan to her. "Don't scare me like that ever again!"

Recovering quickly from Julies' sudden emotion, Susan managed to get her cuffed arms around the older girl. Her confusion only increased as Julie laid her head against the pillow and sniffed sadly.

"I want to go home," she whispered, on the verge of crying. "I just want to go back to the orphanage, and have dinner, and be normal like everyone else. and not have to worry about my friends being kidnapped, or people hunting me. or." she trailed off, swallowing her emotions.

"I'm making a fool of myself, aren't I?" she said ruefully.

"Those things sound nice," Susan replied after a moments thought.

Julie sighed. "I don't think I'll ever be normal. I mean. look what's happened to us lately; you got locked in a chastity belt, and the gang members, and everything else."

"It's not your fault," Susan said reassuringly. "Plus. that belt saved me."

"If I ever find it again," Julie said after a minute of silence, her tone lightly humorous, "it's going straight back around your hips."

"I never want to see that thing again!" Susan replied firmly. "I hate those. things inside me!"

Julie smiled, sitting up in bed. "Maybe I will even find me some bigger plugs for it!"

"Bigger?" Susan squeaked, her eyes wide. "It hurt my butt enough with the small one!"

"Yes, much bigger!" Julie slid out of bed and walked naked towards the bathroom. "You need to stretch, for your boyfriend!"

Susan froze, her mouth falling open in shock. "Trig." she breathed. "Trig in my.in my arse!" She clenched her legs together and shook her head vehemently.

"No way; I could never do that!" She screwed up her face. "That's gross!"

Julie turned on the bathroom light and began searching through the cupboard.

"You will do it eventually," Julie promised, and then looked seriously at Susan "Can you come here?"

"What?" she asked as she climbed out of bed.

Entering the bathroom, she saw what was in Julies' hands, and immediately she turned around.

"Not again!" she cried, backing out of the room. "I don't need one of those; I'm not wearing the belt!"

"Susan," Julie said firmly, pulling the bag and attached nozzle out. "Come back here."

Susan shook her head no. "Please, not now. tomorrow. some other time!"

Julie decided to ignore her pleas for now, and began filling the bag.

"Julie!" she cried, frozen in the doorway "Please don't. don't fill it. stop filling it, that's too much!"

Full to the brim, Julie screwed in the nozzle and hung it from the shower curtain railing. Then she began applying generous amounts of lubricant to the nozzles' considerable length and girth. Susan stared it numbly, unable to quite grasp where it was destined to go.

"Come here," Julie commanded, sitting her self down cross-legged on the floor with the nozzle in hand.

When Susan failed to move, Julie shifted and made to stand up again.

"Please, Julie," Susan pleaded, hurrying across the bathroom.

Julie sat down and patted her lap. Whimpering, Susan crouched and laid herself across Julie, clenching her rear tightly.

Julie placed one hand firmly in the small of Susan's back, and then without warning brought her hand down hard on Susan's rear.

"OWW," Susan cried. Immediately, she tried to sit up, pushing against Julies' hand.

"Julie-ah!" she yelped as Julie hit her again, sending her back down onto her lap.

"Julie, s-Ah. stop it!" she begged, struggling vainly. "Please, stop! What-Ah. what did I do? Ah! I'm sorry! I'll do-Ah. I'll do it! I'll wear the belt! I'll. AH!" She began sobbing loudly, her cuffed hands straining to protect her behind.

"Please! You can-AH! Stretch my arse, Mistress! Please, stop! AH! I'll tell Trig. I'll ask him-AHH!"

Julie stopped hitting Susan's behind then, and took up the nozzle in one hand.

"Thank you," Susan was panting. "I promise. I'll ask him, I swear!"

Julie parted Susan's butt cheeks and positioned the nozzle, feeling Susan stiffen as it made contact.

"Relax," Julie whispered, and began applying pressure.

The nozzle itself was about the same dimensions as the plug on Susan's belt, so she didn't have too much difficulty getting it in, but when she began pumping the inflation bulb, Susan went crazy.

"NO! TAKE IT OUT!" she screamed, almost jumping out of Julies' lap. Julie had to lean forward and hold her down, whilst still pumping the bulb. "IT HURTS!"

A few more squeezes for good measure, and then she released the water into Susan. She seemed to calm down after a minute, allowing Julie to sit up again.

"Mistress." Susan ventured, keeping her face down to hide her humiliation. ".why are you punishing me?"

"You made me worry so much, when you disappeared like that," Julie replied, lovingly stroking Susan's back.

"But. I couldn't help it!" Susan protested, looking over her shoulder. "Please. take it out. please!"

"Quiet," Julie said softly. "Just relax, and it'll be over in a few minutes."

Inwardly, Julie sighed. Should she have just told Susan that she hadn't been able to expunge the injection? Julie didn't understand herself how it all worked, but she did know that she had to give the injection somewhere to go. that it was drawn to water, normally the bloodstream, but a colon full of it would be much more attractive.

Julie shook her head, deciding not to mention it. She didn't even comprehend it herself, and had no idea how to explain it to Susan.

Susan moaned loudly and tensed in Julies lap, her belly cramping. Julie halted the flow for a moment, letting Susan adjust to it.

"Miss. Julie," Susan said as the pressure within her eased. "Did you have to. spank me? Isn't the. enema bad enough?"

Julie laughed, sliding one hand down and rubbing Susan's red behind.

"I was only going to give you a few, for disobeying. but then you started making foolish promises."

"You won't really make me do it." Susan interrupted, ".will you?" Her heart sank as Julie smiled widely.

"I'll expect you to say "Please", and "Thank you" when you do," Julie said simply, and started the flow again.

Susan whimpered with shame. The thought of asking Trig to train her for anal sex caused feelings she did not want to run through her, hardening her nipples and making her grow slick. What would he do to her? Would it be like the doctors, with the expanding steel device in her butt? Would he make her wear it all day?

"Almost done," Julie said, pleased with Susan's behaviour.

Julies' words interrupted Susan's thoughts. She glanced up at the bag, and saw it was nearing empty. Immediately, the realisation that she had all that water in her caused her belly to rebel violently.

"Oh Julie, I need to go NOW!" she said urgently, squirming in Julies' lap as the water continued its progress inside.

"Every last drop, young lady," Julie said firmly, holding Susan down.

"Young-g-ah." she began, before cramping. ".Young lady?!" she said indignantly.

"Well, aren't you?" Julie asked, holding Susan still as the last of the water emptied itself into her colon.

Julie cut the flow as the bag gurgled, and reached down between Susan's tightly crossed legs to detach the hose.

Feeling herself freed from the rubber umbilical, Susan tried to stand and head to the toilet, anxious to remove the intruder from her body. Julies' firm hand once again stopped her.

"Please, I need to go NOW! I. I need to shit!"

"Talking dirty will get you nowhere," Julie said reproachfully. "You will stay here for a few minutes."

Susan moaned gloomily, gritting her teeth. She felt like she was about to explode, the skin drawn tight as a drum across her stomach. Perhaps if she had been larger, or older, but inside her small frame the enema was remorseless.

It seemed like an eternity for Susan between when Julie spoke, and the sound of the bedroom door opening reached her ears.

"We're in here," Julie called calmly.

Eyes wide as saucers, Susan stared over her shoulder as Trig stepped into the doorway, followed by Nyssa.

"OH NO," Susan cried, and buried her face in her hands.

"I can't leave you girls alone for two minutes," he said, eyes fixed directly on the black plug protruding from Susan's rear. "Isn't it a bit. inappropriate?"

"It's for her own good," Julie said seriously. Trig raised an eyebrow at this, but changed the subject.

"I heard about your little stunt." His voice dripped disapproval. Julie merely blushed and looked down.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me," she said softly.

"Please, go away," Susan whimpered pitifully, her legs folded back to protect her modesty.

Nyssa, smiling sadly, turned to go.

"Trig. would you mind staying?" Julie asked.

He glanced at Nyssa for a moment, and then gave her quick directions to Simeon's office.

"What is it?" he asked once they were alone.

"Susan has something she wants to ask you," Julie replied, giving Susan an encouraging pat on the back.

"NO WAY," Susan replied vehemently. "I'm not doing it. please don't make me! I didn't mean it!"

"No toilet until you do it," Julie told her, watching Trigs' reactions.

Susan whined miserably.

"Sit up and look at him," Julie commanded, when Susan began mumbling into her hands.

Susan made a choking noise, but sat up slowly and turned to face Trig. His gaze alternated between the two naked girls, bewildered.

"T.Trig." she raised her head to look up at him. "W.would you p.please. p.please train my. my arse for anal sex," she finished in a rush and then covered her face in shame, thighs clenched together to hide her arousal. Her body was still confused by the change in position, and the cramps had ceased.

Trig stared at Julie, totally lost. Susan. anal sex. he didn't bother to hide his instant hard-on.

After a moment of silence, Julie nodded her head suggestively.

"I. would love to," he managed, crouching down and embracing her. Susan sobbed loudly and pressed herself against him.

"T.Thank you," she whispered, and then more urgently, "I n.need to go to the toilet."

He let her go, and watched as she ran naked to the toilet. She squirmed on the seat, frantically twisting her cuffed hands in search of the valve release. She sighed audibly in relief as her fingers located it.

"Was that really necessary?" Trig asked as Julie came to stand with him in the doorway, towel wrapped around her body.

"I. needed to flush the drugs from her body," Julie explained after a moment.

Trig nodded, accepting this. "And the anal sex?" he prompted. Julie felt her cheeks heating.

"That was my idea" she replied, trying to be casual.

"She won't like it," he said after a moment. Julie noticed that he didn't reject her proposal.

"Yes she will," Julie said, watching her friend. "She was practically dripping when I said I would hold her to her promise."

"You're really getting into this Mistress thing, aren't you?" Trig said, raising an eyebrow.

Julie sighed and leant heavily on the doorframe, silently watching Susan; her female sex slave.

"I don't know if I like being a lesbian," she said suddenly.

"You don't like guys?" Trig asked, caught off guard by her announcement.

Julie sniffed. "I haven't had the best of experiences with men. I pissed off the gang members, and their response was to send a bunch of guys to our room and." She stopped suddenly, and fell silent.

"Then they died. and your second meeting at the erotic toy store wasn't any better," Trig finished in a low voice. "We're not all like that."

Julie smiled at him, her violet eyes soft. "I wouldn't let my Susan near you if I didn't believe that." She turned back and watched Susan panting on the toilet seat. "That chastity belt saved her from experiencing what I did." She trailed off as Susan stood up and began cleaning her self, face bright red with shame as she struggled with the paper.

"My master is a good man," Trig said in a low voice, "in need of a good woman." Julie stared at him incredulously.

"What are you suggesting?"

"I suggest nothing," he said, the barest hint of a smile on his lips. "It's just a. an observation."

Susan waddled over, holding a towel tightly around her body and staring at the floor, her shoulders slumped in defeat.

"It hurts," she moaned as she laid her head against Trigs' chest, hoping for sympathy.

"Susan," Trig said regretfully. "I have to go; there is still work to do."

Susan sighed. "Okay then," she said softly.

"I'll be back in a minute," he said meaningfully to Julie. She nodded, putting an arm around Susan and directing her to the wardrobe.

"Let's find something sexy for you to wear," Julie said cheerfully. Susan smiled weakly.

"For Trig?" she asked hesitantly.

"Yep," Julie replied, searching through the myriad of clothes stacked neatly inside. Susan watched nervously, eyeing the translucent silk garments that Julie was studying.

"Can't I just wear. a shirt or something?" Susan suggested.

In response, Julie pulled out a white silk g-string and top, clipped together as a set. Both items were done in bright red trim, highlighting the mostly transparent triangle of silk to cover her sex. Even if Julie managed to get Susan to wear it, the top was made out of white mesh, with shaped triangles of the white silk for her breasts in it. The mesh was also triangular, with a collar on it at the top, and a thin strap to hold it around the back.

"Hmmm," Julie purred approvingly, comparing the sheer garments to Susan, who drew the towel tighter around her nudity.

After several minutes of coaxing, Susan was standing in the g-string and top, blushing as she tried to pluck the strap from between her butt-cheeks.

"That's where it's supposed to go," Julie told her firmly.

"I might as well be naked!" she whined, one arm crossed protectively across her breasts.

"For Trig there's a big difference," Julie assured her.

At that moment, Trig slid in around the door, closing it carefully behind him. Julie noticed he was carefully keeping one hand behind himself.

"Wow," he said, pausing to stare at Susan. She blushed furiously and lowered her head, hiding her slight smile at his praise.

"Turn around," he urged her, walking forwards slowly.

Susan swallowed hard as she slowly rotated for him, displaying the thin red strap disappearing between her buttocks.

"Again," he said when she had finished. Susan giggled playfully, and turned around, wriggling her hips as she did.

Trig placed one hand on her back, stopping her. He put pressure on her, forcing her to bend forwards.

".Trig?" she said uncertainly, twisting so that she could see him. She felt his fingers on the g-string, pulling the strap out from between her cheeks.

"Trig!" her voice was higher, nervous excitement making her shake. He was staring at her THERE!

Susan jumped into the air, almost slamming into the wall as she felt his fingers against her anus. Then he was behind her, pinning her to the wall.

"NO!" she cried, the butt plug in his hand coming into view. Her cuffed hands couldn't help her as he brought the glistening plug upwards, forcing its way into her body.

"AHHH!" she cried, trying to raise herself up the wall to get away from the hard intruder.

After the wide protective shield in Trigs' hand, the plug's thin section was as thick as the enema nozzle she had used earlier. It widened slightly after then, just enough to make it painful for Susan.

With a slurp, Susan's body seemed to absorb the last little bit of its length, the protective shield sitting snug against her skin. Susan almost collapsed as it did, falling into Trigs arms, sobbing.

With one hand directing her towards the bed, Trig returned the strap of her g-string to its home.

"Good girl," Julie said soothingly, drawing Susan into her arms. "It's been a long day, but it's over now."

Trig gave Susan a kiss on the cheek, and then headed for the door.

"You girls will be safe here. Get some sleep," he advised, shutting the door behind him.

The hard rubber in Susan's behind took all the fight out of her in a way the belt had not. Meekly she allowed Julie to tuck her into bed, her jaw rigid in her silence.

"What's the matter?" Julie asked, turning off the bathroom light and walking over to the bed.

Susan was silent until Julie was lying in bed beside her.

"Please, can I take it out?" she asked submissively, rolling over to stare pleadingly at Julie.

"Of course," Julie replied. "You can take it out whenever you like. but you won't."

"Why wouldn't I? I hate it! It's so. fat. and uncomfortable!"

"You won't because Trig wants you to wear it," Julie said softly.

Susan rolled over and stared silently at the wall. Julie waited a minute, and then turned off the bedside lamp.



Emily was trying her best not to even breathe. Ever since the cloaked men had arrived, she had been cursing her decision to hide out in the rear of Simeon's 4WD. Each time she had gotten up the nerve to look out of the car, there was a guard preventing her from getting out.

She never got a chance to escape, and now things were even worse; they were in the car!

Emily wondered if they were in a cult or something; they were talking about space-ships and other weird stuff. She hoped their "ship" wasn't too far away, she wanted to get home, and her stolen clothes weren't suited for the cold weather.

Cautiously she raised herself up from lying in the back of the 4WD, her side getting sore from the bumps despite the blanket she had found. Trying to stay as small as possible, she sat up behind the blue-clad girl and peered around her, trying to see into the front. A second later she saw the rear vision mirror, and hastily ducked down again.

Shit, she mouthed wordlessly. Had she been seen? A tense minute passed before she let herself relax and lie down again; satisfied her glance had not been seen.

Hurry up and stop, she pleaded silently, adjusting the blanket under her head.



The orphanage was deathly silent, the dining hall darkened and empty. Two police officers sat sleeping in a car parked outside, supposedly watching the scene until morning.

The moon appeared briefly from behind the clouds, highlighting the lone figure in mid-stride as he made his way silently across the wooden floor of the hall. The soft swish of cloth against cloth is the only sound as he crouches down and slowly shuffles forwards. A light flickers into being from a torch in one hand, directed downwards at the dark patches of blood staining the floor.

Cautiously he leant forward and took a deep breath, drawing in its' scent. His nostrils flared in recognition, bringing back painful memories.

"Damn fool girl," he muttered, the light vanishing with a soft click.

Standing slowly, he turned and headed for the hallway. One last thing to do here, he thought grimly and disappeared through the doorway.