Samantha stared blankly up at the ceiling, the slightly ruffled sheets pressing uncomfortably into her back. Under normal circumstances, she would have been happy to be lying on her own bed. But Evan's actions had changed that, and the place no longer felt as friendly.

Am I being overly dramatic, she wondered. He was trying to protect me. But then her jaw tightened; if he hadn't been off with Moira in the morning, the gang members wouldn't have done what they did.

And so she climbed off the bed, pulled her bag out from underneath, and began filling it with her possessions. She couldn't take a lot of things; a small selection of her favourite clothes, a couple of books, and a few items from her desk, was all she could fit in. As an after-thought, she added her favourite vibrator and gag, and then closed the bag.

Placing the bag at the door to her room she sighed, realising how little she actually owned. She raised one hand then, and touched the collar around her throat.

Swallowing resolutely, she carried the bag out and walked into the kitchen, placing the bag beside the table. Evan was sitting there, fingers clenched in front of him, his face bleak. He glanced once at her, and then lowered his eyes.

"Where is the key?" she asked, forcing emotion from her voice.

Wordlessly, he unclenched his hands and stuck out one arm, the silver key sitting in his palm. She took it from him, and without pausing unlocked the collar and placed it on the table.

"Keep it," he whispered, and gently pushed it towards her.

"I'm not coming back," she said, her voice tight.

"Please." He pushed it closer, bringing it to edge of the table.

Samantha bent over, and opened her bag. With one hand she took hold of the collar and placed it carelessly in the bag, then zipped it shut.

She straightened, gave him a long look, and then picked up the bag and turned to go.

"You won't even wait till morning?" Evan asked miserably.

Thinking back to Trigs' advice, she shook her head and walked out.



Her thoughts idled on the brink of sleep, wondering if she would eventually go insane. It had only been a few hours since she had been imprisoned, but maybe it had already begun.

At first she thought she was imagining the footsteps. It was so quiet, and her brain was craving stimulation. But they kept growing louder, until they stopped right next to her.

A light shone briefly on the cloth over her table, and then with one swift movement it was gone, the objects covering its surface crashing loudly to the floor. The unfiltered light hurt her eyes, and she hastily reduced them to slits, tensing for whatever the newcomer might inflict upon her defenceless body.

The first hard impact against the surface took her by surprise; her table shaking with its force. The light was set down above her face, giving her a silhouette of the person above. She watched him raise both hands and bring them crashing down on the table, landing between her knees.

She smiled sadly, knowing that his efforts were pointless. Perhaps if she was free, she could thank him for at least trying. And then, with a wet thud, his hands broke through, sending cracks spider-webbing across the surface.

By the time she had recovered from the shock, he was busy pouring something into the tables' interior. She couldn't see what he was doing, but felt it as a rapid loosening of the substance surrounding her. When it reached her skin, she could feel the transparent jelly bubbling as it liquefied around her.

Already weakened, he had no trouble destroying the rest of the tables' top, and a few minutes later she was sitting up and letting him remove the tubes from her body.

"Thank. you," she barely managed, her throat raw from coughing after the removal of the tubes. Silently he put an arm around her and lifted her from the mess of glass shards and jelly, leaving tiny nicks and scratches all over her.

"She. she said I couldn't get out." she told him as he slid off his cloak and wrapped it around her.

"Yes," he said, his voice deep but caring. "Moira would like to make you think that, but she would never waste a young, nubile girl like your self inside such a tacky table."

She blushed at the compliment, knowing he had been the one pulling most of the tubes from her. There wasn't much he hadn't seen by the light of the torch.

"Wait. what if the table had been better?" she asked, her voice quavering. She still couldn't quite believe she was free.

She felt him smile, and he put an arm comfortingly around her.

"Don't worry about the "what if"," he told her, raising his free arm. She looked at it, seeing the soft glow of LED's. His fingers twitched, and the lights responded by changing their patterns.

"Who. who are you?" the girl stammered, staring into their soft glow.

She felt the hum of power, like standing near high-voltage powerlines. She looked up, her eyes momentarily confused by the widening hole in the air. Light streamed through, illuminating the room around them.

"You can call me Seth," he said, and with a gentle push, led her through the hole.



The back of the boot opened suddenly, startling Emily. She pressed herself up against the back of the seat, praying that the darkness would conceal her.

"Why, hello there little one," Moira said, her voice dangerous. "It looks like we have a stow-away."

"Please, don't hurt me," Emily whimpered, looking over her shoulder. "I just want to go home!"

"Get out of the car, Moira snapped, stepping back to allow the terrified girl room.

Emily only got a chance to slide to the edge of the boot before Moira took hold of her and dragged her out onto the snow-covered ground.

"Please," she begged as Moira slammed the back of the car shut and led her away with a firm grip on her collar.

Emily struggled weakly as the car faded into the gloom behind them, her constant tirade of pleading grating heavily on Moira's nerves. A building loomed out of the darkness, its corrugated iron walls gleaming dully in the light of the moon filtering through the clouds above.

"Where are you taking me?" Emily asked, eyeing the slightly open doorway. Her question was answered as they stepped in through the door, into total darkness.

"It's dark," she whimpered, pulling against Moira. "Please let me go!'

Moira paused for one second.

"Be QUIET!" she snapped. Emily recoiled like she had been hit, and fell silent.

"Couldn't you have left her behind?" came the old man's voice from the darkness, sounding more dry than ever.

"Your decision to send out one of my girls left me with only one slave," Moira said in annoyance. "I'm recruiting." Emily quivered at the woman's words. What did she mean, slave?

"You had all those others to choose from," he growled, and there was a loud clang that echoed around the interior of the shed.

"But I didn't like any of them," Moira replied exasperatedly, and shoved Emily forwards into the darkness.

She let out a soft yelp as she lost her balance, but before she could fall someone took hold of her, lifting her to her feet. They weren't gentle though, and held her close despite her squirming.

There was another clang, and light began streaming through a doorway ahead. Emily squinted against the brightness as her captor led her up a ramp through the doorway. Her shoes touched steel, a change from the plain earth floor of the shed.

Her eyes adjusted slowly as she was forced to sit down inside, the gleaming steel walls and floors around her coming into focus. The room was roughly circular, split by a wall that projected out to the middle. She was sitting beside a circular table in an alcove created by the wall, hiding what was behind it from her view.

The black cloaked man who had held her now stood by the table, preventing her escape. Emily glanced up, and then looked away hastily when she saw him staring at her.

The lights dimmed briefly in the room as a low electronic hum began to fill the air, followed a minute later by a loud groan from Moira.

"This will take a few minutes," she announced from behind the wall.

Another black cloaked figure emerged and sat him self down across from Emily. He produced a strange necklace from within his cloak and began studying it intently.

Emily stared at it, the gold figures glinting in her eyes. And the size of that gem! She had never seen anything that valuable. Greedily she glanced from it to the doorway, mentally measuring the chance she would have of stealing it and getting away.

But the guard was standing too close, and she could tell that despite his apparent age, the man holding it wouldn't give it up easily. So she sat in her chair and watched him studying it, waiting for her chance.

"Something isn't right," he muttered, letting the necklace hang loose and swinging it up by the chain. He glanced over his shoulder and opened his mouth to talk to Moira, and Emily struck.

In one lightning fast movement she lunged forward, tearing it from his hands and throwing herself across the table away from both him and the guard. There was a moment when she thought she would fall flat on her face, but the slightly too large shoes held their grip and she sprinted for the doorway, almost straight into the arms of another black-cloaked man entering the room.

Her exit blocked, she changed direction and ran for the ladder heading to the next level. Praying she wouldn't be pursued, she grabbed hold of the sides and slid downwards, the necklace wrapped around one wrist.

The lower level was darkened, forcing Emily to make her way via the light coming from above. Quickly, she located somewhere to hide from above and plan her next move. There was a table in the middle of the room which she slid underneath, trying to mask the sound of her panting with one hand. Her eyes darting around, she scanned the room for what to do next. Her brow furled at the strange glass tubes along three of the walls, seeing strange, twisted shapes inside.

"We need to get the girl," came the cloaked mans' voice from above. Emily stiffened and turned from the strange tubes to the hatch, before realising he didn't mean her.

"She's unimportant now," Moira replied, her voice distant.

"Like hell she is. It's not right. this thing is no more powerful than what I already have!"

There was a long pause, in which Emily peeked out from under the table in order to hear easier.

"What do you mean?" Moira asked in a barely audible voice.

"I mean that there's more to this thing than just the necklace." His voice quivered with rage, growing louder as he continued. "The girl is the key, and she's. not. here!"

"Calm down!" Moira snapped at him. "Look, I saw through that. portal of hers, I'm almost certain she's gone to Simeon's little residence in the city. We just go and search the house."

The cloaked man muttered something that was inaudible to Emily, and then there was silence.

Nervous about being in the open, Emily made to conceal herself under the table again, when she realised what it was that had been bugging her.

"Please no," she whispered; ignoring the approaching footsteps above as she frantically searched the room with her now dark-adjusted eyes. There were no other exits.

Her shoulders slumped in defeat as the lights flickered to life, confirming her search. She saw Moira's feet appear on the ladder, but made no attempt to hide.

"I hope you enjoyed your freedom," the black-clad mistress called over her shoulder, "because it's about to end."

Ignoring Emily feeling sorry for her self on the floor, Moira tapped a set of buttons beside the closest tube, causing its translucent shield to slide back into the wall. She breathed deeply, stale air mixed with the strong scent of rubber.

Emily looked up at the sound, momentarily confused by the tubes contents. Her mind slowly sorted the loosely hanging objects into a rough order, her heart sinking as she tried to comprehend what it was for.

"Nice and cosy," Moira said sweetly, her tone of voice in stark contrast to the dangerous look she was giving the seventeen-year-old.

Emily stared at Moira, her eyes wide and pleading. Her captor smiled disarmingly, and the girls face lit up with hope that was swiftly crushed as she was roughly lifted onto the table.

Emily began sobbing as Moira unzipped her coat.



Julie lay quietly, staring blindly into the darkness. She had no idea how long she had lain there, unable to sleep. At first, it had been because of Susan's intermittent whimpers, as if the girl was trying to get Julie to relent and remove her plug. But now the only sound was her regular breathing, and although Julie was aware of Susan's warmth close to her, it was comforting rather than a distraction.

Is it the necklace, she wondered. It had always been with her, apart from the rare times when she hid it under her bed, like for the examination. She thought back to the humiliating experience, with its painful scrubbing, cold steel instruments, and the numerous enemas. And she thought of the girl she had shared it with.

What had happened to Kate, she wondered sadly. Hopefully she would be found at the orphanage, and then everything could go back to the way it was. She felt Susan's presence beside her, and wondered if things had changed too much.

Her thoughts were interrupted as the door opened, sending a sliver of light across the floor. Julie propped herself up on one elbow, holding the blanket over her nudity. Simeon cautiously stuck his head through the gap.

"Can't we get some sleep?" Julie called out softly.

"We need to talk," he replied in a low tone. Julie frowned.

"So now you want to talk!" she hissed in annoyance. "Now, after it's all over."

"Yes, right now," he replied in an irritated tone. "And it's not over. UH" Julie sat up as he grunted in surprise, and then disappeared behind the doorway.

"Simeon?" Julie called hesitantly. When there was no reply, she climbed out of bed and hurried to the door, her bare feet silent against the carpet. Nervous about being nude around Simeon, she stuck her head around the doorway and peered into the darkened hall.

The only illumination was the moonlight filtering down the hall, but Julie could make out two figures standing in the hall, plus someone slumped against the wall that she guessed was Simeon. One of them bent down beside him.

"What the." she whispered, before cutting off in fear as the other unknown person began heading her way.

Her first thought was to disappear back into the bedroom, but then she thought of Susan, not wanting her to get caught up in this again. Suppressing the urge to run away, she stepped out into the hall and shut the door softly behind her.

"What do you want?" she asked, arms crossed defiantly under her breasts to hide their shaking. "What did you do to Simeon?"

Without a word, the figure raised one hand towards Julie. There was a soft hiss sound, and Julie grunted as something hit her hard in the shoulder.

"What." she began in confusion, trailing off as her fingers closed around the metal dart stuck into her.

The figure stepped closer to catch her as her legs gave way a second later.

"What. are you. doing?" she asked drowsily.

"Taking you with us," rasped the figure crouching over her.

Julie tried to hold on to her fading consciousness, to find some way to warn Susan, but the dart was working fast.

"She's out," Julie heard Shadow say distantly, and felt herself being lifted into the air.



Julie awoke suddenly and immediately tried to sit up. It took a moment for her to realise that she could barely move a muscle, let alone summon the strength to sit. She could feel a collar tightly locked around her neck, and either side of her throat stung with pain that pulsed in time with her increasing heart-beat. Her eyes wouldn't focus properly on the roof above, and blinking didn't seem to help.

"Lock her up," Shadow growled from nearby, making her heart skip. "I want no more mistakes."

"Yes, Sir," Moira replied in a dangerously sweet voice.

Julie grunted as she rolled her head to look, banging it against the steel bench underneath her. She could make out the two figures standing nearby, one of them climbing up a ladder.

"No more mistakes," Moira sneered softly when he was gone, stepping to the nearest tube.

It opened with a hiss, and she began disconnecting the various pieces and piling them up beside her.

"If I let you and your friends go, you wouldn't mind pulling another stunt and getting rid of him?"

Moira picked up the pile and carried it to the table, smiling softly as Julie tried to moan a response. She searched through the items and pulled free a pair of shoulder-length mittens, their translucent yellow fingers joined together with thick webbing.

Julie watched helplessly as Moira lubricated her arm and began working the first glove on, trapping her fingers within its depths. The other followed quickly, and then Moira began covering her body with the lubricant.

"I like you," Moira said suddenly, working the body-piece down around Julies' shoulders.

Her arms slid through holes in the sides, meeting neatly with the gloves. The rubber gripped her from around her neck to below her waist, her breasts protruding through two neat holes in the translucent chest-piece.

Julie thought it felt strange underneath her, until Moira began pulling on either side. At once the rubber began closing around her, the thinner rubber protruding outwards like a fin that ran from the base of her spine to half-way up her back.

"You had guts to stand up to him," Moira told her, picking up the next piece and lubricating its inside.

Julies' eyes imperceptibly widened, knowing there was only one place where it could possibly fit.

"Either that, or you're crazy," Moira mused, working it up Julies legs.

Julie whimpered pitifully as Moira lifted both legs into the air, exposing her pink anus to the air. Moira took the long, slender tube hanging from the rubber panties around Julies' thighs and slid its tip into her defenceless behind.

Julie pointlessly tried to tense her muscles against the intruder as Moira pushed it ever deeper into her body.

Moira halted in her insertion, and Julie hoped desperately that it would go no deeper. Then she felt the tip of the dildo touch her hairless labia, and realised that there was much more to go.

Julie moaned with discomfort as Moira began sliding the dildo in. Despite the lubricant, Moira had to push hard to slide its length in. Julie wondered if it was just coincidence that it was just long enough to bump uncomfortably against her cervix.

With the dildo in, Moira pushed the remaining anal tube inside Julie. Its end quickly expanded into a fat, painfully stretching butt-plug with smooth slits down its sides for drainage, making her groan with the urge to expel the intruder.

Moira quickly inserted her catheter, sending the rubber snaking into her body.

So this it what it feels like, Julie thought, feeling guilty for inflicting it on Susan.

"You have a lovely pussy," Moira remarked, pulling the rubber panties tight and sealing them against the base of the rubber corset. "I remember why you were chosen in the first place."

She smiled to herself as she pulled a pair of rubber stockings up Julies' legs, hiding any trace of skin below the pale mounds of her breasts.

"Yo-uh a-h ma-dh," Julie managed, glaring at Moira as much as she could.

"I'm not really," Moira replied, crouching down beside Julie. "All my pets are so much happier serving me."

"Bu-hl s-shi-t," Julie said, trying to lift her head.

Moira took hold of her collar, and Julie felt a stab of pain in her neck. A moment later Moira withdrew a transparent rubber tube, the needle protruding from its end glistening.

"I'll put them right back," Moira promised, removing the tube from the opposite side of her neck. "Need to keep you nice and drugged."

Julie merely whimpered, feeling violated by the needles. Couldn't Moira have just made her drink something, instead of administering it in her neck? She hoped that whatever drugs they were would wear off quickly.

Her thoughts were disrupted as Moira forced her limp jaw open and began feeding a tube down her throat. Her gag reflex tried to protest, ending up as a weak coughing.

"It will be such a pity to cut such lovely hair," Moira said sincerely, pushing the mouthpiece between Julies' lips.

Moira gave her jaw a squeeze to get her teeth into their holes, hiding them from her cheeks with a layer of rubber. Julie whined through her nose before Moira slid a pair of tubes into them, forcing her breathing to go through the mask.

Moira pulled the rubber hood up over Julies face, reducing her already blurred vision to mere patches of colour.

It took a moment for Julie to connect the soft clicking behind her to the tugging on her hair. She cried out in muffled horror as she realised what Moira was doing.

"I'll let you grow it back someday," Moira assured her, taking a moment to neaten it. "It's not all gone, just a whole lot shorter."

Moira ran a hand through Julies' now finger-length hair to demonstrate, impressed by how smooth it was.

She sighed, and with a click removed Julies' collar. Her neck clear now, Moira pulled the hood down and sealed it to the top of the body-piece.

"Number. 5, I think," Moira muttered, selecting the size cup for Julies' breasts.

Julie couldn't see as Moira fitted the slightly stretchy cups over her breasts, but she could feel them gripping her skin as tight as the rest of the suit.

Julie could already feel her strength returning, her body working hard to flush the drugs from her system. Moira noticed this, and took hold of Julie, carrying her to the tube.

Once she was leaning on the back of the slightly slanted tube, Moira began closing the cuffs. The first pair went around her slightly parted thighs, one around her waist, two around her upper arms, and one around her neck.

Julie felt another stab of pain in her neck, followed a moment later by one on the opposite side.

Moira began connecting the tubes to her body, one fat tube to her anus, two attached to her sex and one for each nipple. A triangular-piece attached to her mouth and nose, two tubes for breathing and one for food.

"I'm sorry we can't sedate you," Moira said, her voice muffled by the hood. "It works for short periods, but anything more and you'll either adjust to it, or die."

She gave Julie a pat on the side of her mask. "So you'll have to spend a week or so in here."

With a hiss the tube closed around Julie, reducing her vision to almost nothing. "Don't worry about being bored; I've got some lovely reprogramming routines for you to try out! It's just a pity there's only one education hood."

Julie whined in horror, straining with her fading strength against the bonds holding her. She imagined herself like Alexis, just another drone for Moira to play with and discard, with every day another humiliating sexual torture.

A soft gurgle sounded around her, and she started to feel warmth moving up her legs. It took a moment for her to realise that the tube was filling with water. Helpless, she watched as the water level rapidly covered her head, unable to stop the rising terror of drowning.

When the lights went out, her vision disappeared completely.