Retribution

RETRIBUTION

(PART NINE)

BY

WALLACE

Under other circumstances the long smooth object slipping inside her would have provoked feelings other than fear and repulsion and she was not going to let Five know what was going on in her head. She stared away from the car bound woman as blankly she could.

Heather was playing a dangerous game and she knew it.

There was no long period of eye contact.

There was no battle of wills.

Five simply switched the cattle prod, which was now firmly embedded in Heather's vagina, on full and held it there.

Her every muscle seemed to go into immediate spasm and the pain between her legs was indescribable.

She WOULD not scream.

She WOULD not.

She knew that at any moment she would either sink to her knees or collapse entirely. Seven and Nine could do nothing else but watch her mutely and just when it seemed as if she would have no option but to scream through the ring gag that held her mouth wide open a voice said.

"Weyall! And what do we have heyah? " There was a pause and then the voice, with more than a little contempt, said, "Switch that thang off fahve. Switch it off right now!" the pain between her legs stopped as suddenly as it started. She wasn't sure if she was losing consciousness or hallucinating because the voice, that voice, seemed to come from an era long gone.

It evoked strong memories.

She remembered the first time she had seen Gone With The Wind as a kid and marvelled at the Southern Belles in their finery and at the quaint way they spoke. For a while she had almost completely abandoned her tee shirts and jeans in favour of things much more feminine. For a while she had even affected an accent like Scarlett O'Hara's but she was eight years old then and she was positive that people didn't talk like that today, not even people from the deepest south.

They didn't, did they?

A gentle hand was gripping her arm, helping her to regain her footing .She was starting to feel more human. The nauseous feeling in the pit of her stomach was ebbing but that voice was there again.

"Five," she pronounced it "Fahve", "Looks like you've been exceedin' yore authoridy agayan!" but before Five could speak that voice was suddenly very close to Heather's left ear.

"Can you stand on your own Honey?" despite her bound hands and the leg spreader Heather felt pretty stable again. Now she was finally able to look at her saviour and when she directed her gaze upward all she could do was stare in amazement.

Instead of the frothy crinoline and the bouffant hairstyle that she had somehow been expecting, Heather saw the shiniest, most elegant, black PVC catsuit she had ever seen, augmented by shiny patent biker boots that reached to the knees and had silver lace holes. The collar of the catsuit was turned up and the zipper at the front pulled down to almost halfway revealing generous, more than generous, tanned breasts.

The face of the newcomer was partially hidden, despite the fact that they were indoors, by large sunglasses but her lips were full, plump and glossy. She had a small, button nose and her hair, cut in a sixties style, straight and collar length, was blonde. She wasn't old Heather guessed, or at least she didn't look it but on the other hand, there was an air about her that suggested that she wasn't that young either.

An air of calmness and maturity mixed with something else, a kind of open sexuality. This woman somehow wore her lust on her sleeve.

She reached forward and brushed the short blonde hair out of Heather's eyes and stood back as if to admire the tall, naked and bound woman. Then she turned to the woman moulded to the small car.

"Take that thing out of her insides this minute Fahve!" there was a long pause and then she said, "And I think you and Ah need to have a liddle talk lader!" She paused again as if thinking and then her face brightened into a fairly broad smile.

" Tell ya what," she sashayed, there was no other word for it, over to Twelve who stood exactly the way she had when Five had divested her of the cattle prod. She got as close to her as she could without actually touching, then she breathed in deeply as if inhaling her scent. She waited a few seconds and then she almost waltzed behind the girl and put her arms around her, her hands touching her prominent breasts more than lightly.

Twelve stood stock-still. She did not move a muscle. The woman in black breathed deeply again and then she turned to Five once more,

"Seein' as how Twelve and I have some unfinished business to conclude this afternoon and she therefore won't be able to do sentry duty on our guests heyah," She indicated Heather and the encased and unrecognisable figures of Ally and Angela with an incredibly well manicured hand; " I've decided to nominate YOU for it instead!" Five seemed to freeze in her seat. The woman in the black cat suit let go of Twelve and turned to the other silver clad beings.

"Hear that girls? When we're all done heyah, Fahve has volunteered to do sentry dudy! And I want you to make her as comfortable as I'm sure she would make you! Unnerstayand?" there was little sign of agreement at first. The girls stood still and unmoving, stiffly to attention as they had always done and then suddenly and as if in unison each head twitched slightly forward in silent agreement. Without warning the woman in black rounded on Five and raised her voice just a little

"Ah swear you must be going deef! Get that monstrosity," she indicated the cattle prod, " out of her sweet little cunt rahght now!" She watched impassively, ignoring the shiver that visibly ran through Heather, as Five withdrew, none too gently, the invasive cattle prod. She was looking sulkier than a pregnant teen now. The woman in the cat suit walked over to Lady Heather and stood in front of her.

" "Ma but you're pretty!" she drawled quietly. "Let's see if you talk as pretty as you look!" this had to be a joke. She couldn't be for real. The woman reached forward and unbuckled the ring gag from the back of her neck and in the process managed to push Heather's head far enough into her cleavage for her to feel her soft skin against her cheek and smell her delicate and expensive perfume. Realising what she had done she said,

"Wha ah am so sorry honey!" raised her head, chucked her under the chin and pulled the ring, which was sodden with saliva, out of her mouth. She studied Heather again and folding her arms said, "Yep! You are so, so, pretty!" almost to herself. Heather grimaced and worked her jaw muscles for a few seconds then she looked at the newcomer

"Yeah! Purdier than a two-dollar whore!" she drawled back Western fashion. She didn't FEEL pretty right now. She was naked and tied up, her hair was a mess, she'd been beaten twice and shocked twice and as far as she was concerned she looked and felt like shit. The expression of the woman in the black cat suit did not change but she shook her head.

"No Honey! Reckon I'd could get at least 10 bucks for ya!" And then she lowered her voice, "That's if I was sellin' of course, which I ain't!" suddenly something caught her attention. She leaned in close to Heather.

"Why you're bleedin'! Don't move sweetheart!" Heather was not prepared for what happened next.

The tall silver creature that Five had referred to as Number One had split her lip when hitting her earlier on and the gag had opened up the cut again. Holding her head in both hands the woman in the black cat suit suddenly leant forward and put her lips to the cut. Heather could feel her tongue teasing it's way around her lips and then she withdrew and smiled, the blood, Heather's blood, visible on her own lips and teeth

Slowly, very slowly she licked them and smiled once more. Quietly she said,

"Looks like we just exchanged bodily fluids Honey!" and then she leaned forward once again, touched her lips to Heather's and moved in closer for a full-blown kiss. When she withdrew she left Heather feeling fairly breathless but when she closed her lips over hers again, Heather responded and the whole room seemed to freeze around them.

She felt the woman embrace her, she felt soft fingers running up and down her spine, she felt her head being pushed forward and held there as the woman in the PVC cat suit covered her lips with hers and kissed her in a way that she had NEVER been kissed before,

With her hands tied and her feet spread apart Heather might have been considered a victim but she gave as good as she got. The room was deathly silent; apart from that strange rumble that she had heard before, when they finally broke apart. The woman in black was now as breathless as she was and Heather swore she could see her eyes sparkling, even through the sunglasses.

"Mah, mah!" she crooned, "Ain't we the passionate one?" she moved closer again and touched Heather's cheek, "Ah KNOW you don't normally do this!" she took her hand away and raised it to her own lips. She then pouted turning her mouth into an "O" shape and lightly ran a finger in and out of the "O" as if she were sucking a penis.

She took out her finger after a while and moved it, glistening with saliva, towards Heather's lips. With a certain amount of surprise Heather felt her mouth opening almost as if her conscious mind had nothing to do with it and, to her immense chagrin, she sucked the wet finger inside her mouth hungrily, almost as if her life depended upon it.

With her other hand the woman in the cat suit reached forward and stroked Heather's hair. She stared into her eyes.

"Oh I am just goin' to lurve playing with you Honey! No one knows what to do bedder than a Dom who turns Sub and who knows?" she teased the hair out of Heather 's eyes again, "You might even wanna stay that way!" Heather shivered, the woman was slowly withdrawing her finger from her mouth and now she was pushing lightly on the top of her head. Seven and Nine had moved either side of her and they pressed gently on her shoulders, easing her into a kneeling position. The woman in black let go of Heather and put her hands on her hips.

"Good girl!" she said quietly, "Good girl! You ARE a tall one, aintcha? Oh I just lurve powerful women and I lurve powerful women who know when to give in!" she moved closer and she pulled the zipper of her cat suit slowly, very slowly, down past her cleavage until it was just a few tantalising inches from Heather's mouth. She looked down at the tall blonde woman.

"Now sweet cheeks, ah want you to do something for me…" Heather looked up at her, almost unable to believe what she was doing and what she was doing so willingly; the woman crouched down so that their eyes met. In a soft whisper she said,

"Think you could obey me honey? Ah think you could. Ah think that's what you WANT right now! You WANNA obey someone! You WANNA do their biddin'!" she put a hand under Heather's chin and moved her head up just a little so that she had no option but to look deep into the other woman's eyes. With the ghost of a smile just playing round the corners of her lips she said,

"Now in a minute Honey ah'm gonna stand up and when ah do I want you to grip this zipper in your teeth and pull it down until you can see my sweet little pussy and when you do that I want you to stop and ah want you to lean forward and ah want you to playant a kiss on mah pussy and say, "Thank you Miss Laura for allowin' me the privilege of kissing your sweet cunt!" think you can do that Honey?" automatically and without even a moments thought Heather said,

"Yes Miss Laura!" Miss Laura paused for a second as if drinking her in and then she said.

"You talk SO nahce. Ah bet you were bought up proper. Nahce family. Bet you were an only child! West coast. San Francisco. You get a better CLASS of person in San Francisco!" Heather tried not to look amazed. It was as if she had read her biog but it all appeared to be spontaneous. Without warning Laura suddenly stood up and walked over to where Nine stood straight and unmoving. From where she was kneeling Heather could see what was happening and already alarm bells were going off in her head.

Laura walked slowly round the silent girl as if trying to take her in from every angle. Of the five silver clad girls in the room, three wore gloves and two didn't; only their hands and fingers were visible the rest being covered by their boots, suits and masks The fingers and hands of Seven were white, the fingers and hands of Nine were not. Despite the spell that she appeared to be under Heather's mind was functioning pretty much as usual and she wondered what was going to happen next.

Laura walked around the girl once more and then she picked up her hand and inspected it. She touched it briefly and then allowed it to fall back to the girl's side. She looked at her once again.

Some things were obvious despite the all over silver suit that she wore. She was tall and willowy and had an excellent figure. Her breasts were generous but not huge and her waist was well defined. Her outward appearance suggested that she could have been a model.

Laura approached her again. Once more the room seemed as quiet as the grave and once more Heather heard that unmistakeable rumble. She also heard a voice in her head that told her that she was about to be enslaved to a Redneck but that thought was interrupted by Laura's voice.

"Now for some reason Nine I don't seem to have met you before!" she said ominously. Then she took the girl's hand in hers again and raised it once more but this time she raised it further. She raised it to her lips, looked at it for a few moments and then she lowered her head and kissed the back of Nine's hand almost reverentially then she looked into Nine's blank, masked face.

"You look real pretty, Nine! Ah cayant wait to get your mask off and see what's underneath!" she moved closer until she was whispering where Nine's ear would be."Maght be a little crowded, 'cos I HAVE to speak to Twelve and ah've also got me a new slave to groom but I think I can keep you…" she paused and looked upward for a moment and then she smiled to herself, "yeah… I think I can keep you… hanging around for a while." Her eyes wide she kissed Nine on the side of her mask and then sauntered back to Heather who was relieved to see that lust and sex appeared to know no boundaries.

Laura was just about to stand in front of Heather again when she realised how far down her zipper was and that her bare breasts were blatantly on show to everybody in the room. She looked around at the people silently watching her.

"Well now, I am hardly the gracious host now, am ah? How COULD ah walk around with ma titties hanging out? An in this air conditionin' an all!" it was the first time Heather had noticed it because she had had other things on her mind but the room WAS almost chilly, she shivered involuntarily. Laura, Miss Laura, was looking at her again.

"Heather?" feeling comfortable now in her new role Heather asked smoothly,

"Yes Miss Laura?" Miss Laura smiled.

"Wha ah declayah, you are gonna be such a GOOD slave," she crouched down once more and touched Heather's cheek, "ah always say that experience makes SO much difference!" she looked deep into Heather's eyes again, so deep that Heather thought she was going to drown but before she did there was a sudden noise, a kind of vibration. Laura stood up impatiently and pulled something from the confines of her cat suit.

It was obviously a mobile phone and she appeared to be reading a text message. Her eyes clouded over and she tutted audibly. She put the phone away and squatted down once more. She studied Heather for a few moments,

"Now, sweet cheeks, it appears that ah will have some things to do this ayafternoon, so our liddle "soiree" will have to wait until lader, but you can still pay homage to your New Mistress before she goes. Okay sweetheart?" Heather nodded, she knew what she had to do, she'd been through the routine hundreds of times but normally she had played Laura's role. This was the first occasion in a very, very, long time that she had been the sub.

With a certain amount of drama Miss Laura stood up. She brushed herself down and she shook herself as if to remove any creases from her cat suit. She pulled at the sleeves making the light ripple liquidly off the surface. Finally she shifted her feet, raised her head and nodded ever so slightly to signify that she was ready.

Heather took hold of Laura's zipper in her teeth and pulled at it gently. Pulled until it began to move downwards. Pulled until a tiny strip of pubic hair was visible. She noted with interest that Miss Laura was not a natural blonde and pulled some more.

She pulled at the zipper until a distinct musky odour became apparent and until the crinkly outer lips of Miss Laura's vagina were clearly visible. Heather let go of the zipper and moved her face closer.

Miss Laura wriggled.

"Why Heathah honey, you are SO gentle you are making me ticklish!" Heather stopped for a second as all good subs should and looked up at her new Mistress, awaiting permission.

"Mah, mah, but your are SO obedient as well!" Miss Laura smiled hugely, "Yes Heather, you MAY have permission to kiss my cunt and then you may thank me!" Heather nodded and then very, very gently, she placed her soft smooth lips around the puckered ones of Miss Laura and kissed them reverentially. She waited a few seconds, she knew the protocol, the Mistress was in charge, not her. She had to wait but she did not have to wait long. From far, far away it seemed, Miss Laura was speaking.

"Mmm, that feels so good. So, so, good! How about a little tongue honey?" Heather could not see her but Laura turned to the sulky Five and said knowingly, "No madder how busy you are Fahve, there's always time for a little tongue!" lips still clamped around the Mistress's pussy Heather reached out with her tongue and ran it downwards and then back up again. She waited a few seconds and when she heard nothing she dared to part Miss Laura's outer lips with that tongue and flutter it briefly in and out. She felt the Mistress shiver.

"Whoa! Hold it right there Heather! Just hold it there!" she could feel Laura's hands on her head. There was a pause. For a moment she thought that Laura was going to guide her head upward towards her clitoris but the hands very gently pushed her head away.

Still kneeling Heather looked up at Miss Laura with genuine feeling.

"Thank you Miss Laura, for allowing me the privilege of kissing your sweet cunt!" Heather shivered as she said it and so did Miss Laura.

"Wha you are welcome, slave Heathah! You are more than welcome. And ah am going to forgive you for being a little headstrong down theyah 'cos under other circumstances ah would have allowed you to carry on but ah just don't have the tahme right now!" she looked at Heather and her face turned thoughtful and a little more serious. "Stand up slave! I have to show Fahve something!" the rigours of the day had made Heather more than a little stiff but Seven and Nine took her arms and helped her stand upright.

Laura glanced briefly at Five and then she moved forward until she was standing once more in front of the bound and naked Heather. She moved in close to her.

"Nothin' personal but they have to put you into Lockdown now. Don't worry, ah'll be back!" she smiled at the cliché and then she kissed Heather on the cheek. "Au revoir honey, we're gonna be seein' a lot more of each other!" and then she turned. "Seven! Give me that ring gag!" Heather didn't even sigh; in fact she lowered her head so that Laura could buckle it in place. Laura smiled and whispered,

"Think of me slave!" and then without any warning she lowered her right hand and began to touch Heather in her most intimate place.

"Mmm, so you're still nahce and lubricated Heather, that's good! Ah wonder how much of that is KY and how much is you?" Heather always felt compliant when she was gagged and she just gave Laura a wide-eyed look. Laura smiled,

"Now let me see… it should be round about…" all of a sudden Heather gasped, "…heyah!" she turned to the two girls who had been supporting Heather. "Seven, Nahne, you might wanna hold Lady Heather up a liddle more 'cos ah'm just gonna play with her little clitty for a while!" she looked back at Heather "How is that sweetheart? Feel good?" Heather nodded and Miss Laura's fingers began to move faster. "What about now?" Heather could feel her knees trembling. Her backbone had already turned to liquid and there were Goosebumps all over her body. She did her best to speak even though know she knew she would sound like an idiot through the ring gag and just as she expected it came out as,

"Yeth Misstreth, it feels good!" Laura's fingers moved even faster.

"How good slave? Does it feel like you could come?" She asked, almost as excited as Heather now.

" Yeth Mithtreth, I could come! I could really come!" Laura smiled.

"You know what you have to do slave. You only hayave to ask!" The two girls supported Heather's whole weight now, her pussy was soaked and her muscle control seemed to have gone completely. Like Laura said, she knew what she had to do and so she did it. She asked. Even though she hated herself for doing it.

"Pleathe Mithtreth, may I have permission to come? Pleathe!" they stared at each other for some time and there seemed to be a kind of rapport between them. Something that said that if the boot where ever on the other foot then Laura would expect exactly the same treatment. Once more the room was silent. Once more that strange rumbling echoed in the background.

With absolutely no warning whatsoever Laura suddenly withdrew her fingers from Heather's pussy.

"Permission denied!" she said shortly. Heather screamed,

"Noooooo!" and went limp in the girl's arms. Laura leaned forward and kissed her softly on the cheek.

"Don't worry sweetheart," she whispered, "you'll live and there'll be other times." Despite the air conditioning sweat was running down Heather's face. Laura turned on her heel and looked directly at the woman in the tiny car.

"See Fahve?" she said with more than a little triumph in her tone. "Thayat's how you get someone to talk through a ring gag! Just a liddle Friendly Persuasion is all you need!" and without a backward glance she flounced out of the room.

*

Things went relatively smoothly after that. Seven and Nine helped Heather to sit and Twelve withdrew various items from the big drawer under the large white bed that occupied the middle of the room. Five remained quiet virtually throughout. With Laura gone and Five taking very much a backseat role the girls were left pretty much to their own devices.

They were gentle and indulgent with Heather and Heather responded the way she knew she had to. She simply let them get on with what they must do. She was gagged now and as Laura had demonstrated she could still speak but she chose not to, preferring instead to luxuriate in the light gentle touch of the silver clad girls as they prepared her for Lockdown.

Whatever that was.

*

It must have taken nearly an hour but now Heather stood looking down at the masked figures of Angela and Allison and realised that she herself must be almost ready.

She was dressed differently to them, where they wore shiny black; she had been dressed in shiny white PVC. Her legs and feet were still bare but her ankles were now contained by comfortable, padded white PVC shackles about four inches wide that were stitched tightly together. She wore a kind of white PVC corset that had arms attached. Arms that in turn had thick, padded, white gloves attached to them that held her hands in useless fists and that strapped tightly to the side of the corset and were in turn splinted to prevent any arm movement whatsoever.

Where this corset differed from the norm was that it had shoulders. It left her breasts bare but the shoulders were attached to a thick and padded white posture collar. As a result she could not move her neck any more than she could move her arms.

Since walking in the ankle shackle was impossible, she now relied entirely on the girls for movement. If she needed to sit they helped her to sit. If she needed to walk they shuffled her forward. Seldom could she ever remember being quite so helpless and in company. The very thought of her immobility and dependence on the young faceless girls made her embarrassingly excited.

The skullcap was white PVC and held her hair out of the way. It felt tight on her head but not uncomfortable and with her bare breasts, legs and feet and her otherwise all white attire she looked very strange indeed. But despite the air conditioning and probably because of the way the girls had dealt with her, Heather felt somehow warm and comfortable.

Throughout her dressing she had kept her eyes on both Allison and Angela and neither had at any time seemed distressed. She had noticed that they tended to twitch a little occasionally but otherwise they seemed fine.

Finally Five broke the silence.

"You are almost ready for Lockdown now, Heather, we just have to add your inserts and connect you up!"

Inserts.

That word again.

Twelve was moving towards her carrying something in her hand.

Heather shivered; it had a pistol grip and was quite large but it had a fairly fine end which was in effect a rigid tube, it looked, to all intents and purposes like a large plastic gun with a silencer attached.

Five anticipated her.

"Forbearance is the watchword here Heather. We do not intend to hurt you and this is the only sensible way to insert this particular item. Seven! Bring the lubricant!" Five looked up, " it would held us greatly if you could bend forward as best you could!" there seemed little point in arguing at this late stage. Nine rubbed her shoulders and helped her to bend at the waist, whilst Twelve approached with the fairly mean looking weapon.

Seven patted her bottom gently and then inserted what looked like a fairly large oilcan into Heather's tight rosebud. She shivered as she felt the little puckered hole filling with cool, greasy fluid.

Satisfied that she was as full as could be Twelve approached with the plastic gun.

"This should not hurt!" Five intoned, "You will feel a rush of air and then it should enter you quite easily, now that you are lubricated." Heather looked at her with a puzzled expression but she held her counsel. The tube slipped into her easily enough and as Twelve pulled the trigger so she felt it transmitted around the sensitive muscles of her rectum. There was a surge; a feeling of compression and something entered her. Something long and somehow multifaceted

The girls helped her stand up. She could feel it, whatever it was, inside of her. It felt long and jointed and it also felt strange but exciting. Heather was no stranger to anal play but she had ever experienced anything like this before. She also had a feeling that there was something outside of her. Something attached to whatever was INSIDE. Gagged as she was she could only look at Five and hope that she would answer her query. As it turned out she was more than happy to do so.

"Anal beads!" she said brightly, "We all wear them. The only sensible way to insert them efficiently is via that gun that Twelve used… it works on compressed air and literally fires the beads into your anal canal. What you can feel outside are the wires, which will allow them to be connected to Central Station. Those wires control the beads and can literally make them come alive inside your anus. Believe me, the effect is generally very pleasant but they CAN be used as a punishment if necessary!" Heather pondered this thought just as Twelve came back with something else. Something much more recognisable. Something very large.

Five smiled at her.

"I chose this specially for you Heather! It's much bigger than the ones the girls wear although of course they have to be fairly small so that they can walk normally. You on the other hand will not have that problem. Allison and Angela were fitted with size sevens but I think you can cope with a size ten like mine. There shouldn't be any major difficulties."

Heather looked at her in disgust.

It was a huge and lifelike penis that was currently glistening with lubricant. It had wires and tubes attached to it and a kind of outcrop that had to be a clitoral vibrator. Five saw her worried stare.

"Don't worry too much about the clitoral stimulator. It is designed to stop you from becoming comatose!" Heather stared at her in amazement. Five carried on, "You will find that Lockdown is very, very comfortable and, generally, very, very, pleasurable too. So much so that you can drift off and not want to come back. Direct pressure on the clitoris reverses that problem. You will also be fitted with tens pads soon. Once we are monitoring your body and if you appear to be going in to too deep a trance, the TENS pads and the clitoral stimulator will kick in and bring you back to full waking consciousness!"

Even as Five spoke Seven was on her knees applying yet more lubricant to Heather's vagina. Heather got the vague impression that Five would have enjoyed this much more if she did not have to stay after class as it were and then she gasped as Twelve pushed the giant penis gently inside her.

*

They helped her lay down flat on the thick mattress of the white bunk. It was made from a special material that moulded itself to the shape of her body. Under her head they now placed a pillow of the same material.

She felt warm and comfortable despite the various things that had been done to her body in the past hour.

Not even that fact that the huge penis inside her ever moistening cunt was also a catheter and that a large clear plastic bag for her waste was now being hung on a stand a few inches from the bunk seemed to bother her. That might be because of the gas she was now inhaling, although Five had insisted, when they had inserted the nasal tubes into her nostrils, that it was nothing more than pure oxygen.

The ring gag was still in her mouth and it had been joined by something else, which now filled her mouth completely and prevented any intelligible speech whatsoever. It looked and felt like a medium sized penis, pink and veined, about five inches in length with a lifelike eye and tubes attached to the bottom of it.

As Twelve had coated it with a pleasant tasting paste and eased it gently into her wide open mouth, pausing at each inch to prevent the gag reflex from kicking in, Five had explained that the penis would not only keep her absolutely quiet it would also monitor her breathing and the amount of saliva in her mouth and it would, if it had to, introduce fluids, if Central Station deemed it necessary.

Heather was intrigued by mention of this Central Station but she could also see a lot of dials and read outs on the "dashboard" of the little car into which Five was fixed.

A lot had happened to Heather in the last hour but, surprisingly, she felt none the worse for it.

They had applied sensors to her forehead, neck and chest and sticky TENS pads to her feet and buttocks and the lips of her vagina.

They had put goggles on her that Five had explained were similar to a blindfold but could be controlled electronically to let in as much light as Central Station saw fit. They had plugged her ears and tested the tiny speakers that lay inside the plugs.

Finally they had pulled a pure white helmet over her head, which had holes for the goggles and for her nostril and mouth tubes and the sensor wires.

The girls were now tidying up all the other wires that ran from her body and placing them in long clip on tubes that would hold them all together.

She was comfortable and utterly helpless.

She could be fed by a tube and her waste, her liquid waste at least, could simply run out of her body and into the bag provided. She was deaf, dumb and not quite blind but she felt calm and controlled.

Her nipples however, felt strangely left out bare as they were and with nothing attached to them. As a fairly old hand at severe restrictive bondage she had expected nipple clamps at the very least.

Ally and Angela, who must have been dealt with in much the same way as her hours ago and seemed none the worse for it, were now being led slowly forward. They didn't have the luxury of sight so progress was fairly slow. They had previously had their inserts connected and the trailing wires had all been put into cable tidies like Heathers so now they were ready.

Although ready for exactly what Heather could not tell.

She could still recognise Angela by the tattoo on her left ankle. She was on the left of her and four of the silver girls were now carefully lifting her and laying her helpless form next to her but a little lower down so that what passed for Angela's head was level with Heather's chest. Satisfied that she was comfortable, the girls then moved to the other side of the bed and did the same to Allison, lifting her gently and laying her with her inflated, masked head, once again level with Heather's chest.

There was a slight rustling in her ears and then she heard Five's voice clearly in her head.

"We are almost ready for you Heather. As you probably guessed I myself am part of Central Station and I will be responsible for much of your monitoring!" Heather could almost feel the distaste in her voice but Five continued. "You might remember hearing me say earlier that I felt everything the girls felt and that is true." she paused for just a few seconds, "Now, I can feel everything you feel and everything Allison and Angela feel. When your dildoes switch on, so will mine. When your anal beads come to life, mine will also. I am also linked to you, Heather, by a process that is currently experimental and is called, for want of a better title, an Empathy Link. Sensors on our forehead should be able to link you and I and Central Station together. Central Station will be running a programme, which should follow your eye movements, predict exactly how you are feeling at any given moment and relay that information to me. This will enable me to manually override the system if, for example, you should panic or become suddenly claustrophobic." She let this sink in for a moment. "The girls are now about to seal you in the Lockdown chamber. To do this they must first fasten Allison and Angela to you and then place the latex membrane over them."

It was already happening.

Seven and Nine were standing by her head. Each touched her gently on the cheek before moving down to the two black clad figures of Allison and Angela.

Working quickly and efficiently they pulled the stoppers out of their mouths and offered them up to Heather's exposed nipples. She groaned in both anguish and pleasure as both of the girls began to suckle on her like hungry babies.

She almost orgasmed there and then.

Their mouths seemed to seal themselves around her nipples and she remembered that they had had soft rubber gumshields inserted to stop them biting her and presumably to seal them in place.

Now Seven and Nine were pulling what looked a thin latex sheet up and over the girls. Twelve who, Heather thought idly, must be a wizard with Home Improvements, then sealed that membrane to her posture collar with what looked like a heat-sealing gun.

There was a muffled hum and the membrane seemed to shrink, Heather realised what was happening. She and the girls were effectively on a vacuum bed and the air was now being pumped out of the membrane, trapping them in place and holding them immobile.

The light dimmed and she saw the cover of her cocoon being lowered. The rigid plastic "lid" of the bed was now being placed over her and the two girls, who even now were sucking contentedly and softly on her nipples, filling her somehow with warmth and comfort.

She heard the snaps as the lid was clamped in place, followed by a strange hum and then almost immediate pressure. It steadily built up until there was no free space available in the chamber and she could not even twitch. She realised that the lid must contain hundreds of tiny air bags that had been pressurised to keep her and more importantly, the girls, in exactly the same place all the time they were in Lockdown.

She could still see because there was an area of clear Plexiglas around her face allowing her to look out until the goggles blocked out the light.

She watched in silent amazement as the silver clad girls advanced slowly on Five. Seven knelt and touched something at the front of the vehicle. Then all four of them shuffled it towards Heather in the Lockdown chamber and lined it up so that she could see Five's face and vice versa.

She heard her voice once more.

"As you can see Heather I can watch you until your sleep period but this is the last time that I will communicate with you for a while. As you are aware, Number Two intends to release you later but as she has pressing business to attend to I cannot tell you when that will be."

Her voice seemed to grow hoarse with emotion as Twelve approached her with a penis gag similar to Heather's and Nine buckled a ring gag firmly in place behind her head. Seven had produced a thick padded band and was using it to fasten Five's head to the headrest of the vehicle. Now Twelve was on her knees and Heather assumed that she was putting some kind of brake on the car to prevent it from moving.

The girls stopped and studied Number Five for a few moments and then silently each one approached the vehicle. With their backs to her, Heather could only wonder at what they were doing but she could hear Five's breathing in her headphones and suddenly she guessed.

The girls were getting their silent own back

They were touching her.

They were feeling her tits with their soft delicate hands.

They were touching her bare scalp.

They were insinuating their hands further down to her abdomen. She heard a muffled gasp as Seven bent so low that she just had to be teasing Five's clit.

All of a sudden and as if at some silent signal the girls stopped what they were doing and stood up. As they did so, Heather's dildo began to vibrate and, judging by the frantic sucking on her nipples, so did those of Ally and Angela. She looked out of her little window and saw Five sitting bolt upright in her car.

So she was right.

She really WAS going to feel what they could feel.

The vibration of the dildo lowered to a kind of gentle background hum. The anal beads came gently to life and a noise became noticeable in her ears.

A soft regular noise.

A heartbeat.

A slow regular heartbeat.

They were returning her to the womb.

She felt calm and relaxed.

The lenses of her goggles began to darken and her eyes began to close.

She didn't even notice as the lights in the pure white room went out and the silver clad girls filed silently out through the pure white door leaving the silent gagged figure of Five to watch over them until they were wakened once more.

*

Liz woke with a start. She was in a strange place and her mouth felt like it had been crapped in.

Where the hell was she?

Then she remembered.

She remembered the surreal incident on the car park roof and the silver creatures and the pain.

Oh yes, the pain.

She tried to move her left arm but it wouldn't work. Frightened for a moment she checked to see if it was still there.

To her intense relief it was and even as she tried to sit up the pain came back, not quite as bad as before but enough to make her groan in agony. She closed her eyes for a second and almost immediately she heard a voice in her ear.

"Hello. Are you awake?"

"Daft fucking question!" She thought to herself, but she opened her eyes and said quietly,

"I hope so!" the blonde, good-looking girl in the blue nurses uniform grinned.

"Hi" she said, "I'm Danni, do you need anything?"

"Yeah," she thought, " a new arm!" but she actually said,

"Cup of tea and some painkillers would be nice." then she winced. Danni studied her face for a moment.

"I've been briefed on you Liz. You're post op and you've just a had a pin inserted in your upper arm, right?" Liz nodded and even that seemed to cause her pain. Undeterred Danni continued,

" You were still in theatre when I came on duty. You were out like a light when you came up and you've been like that ever since. I've managed to take your blood pressure a couple of times and that's fine and I've had a look at the operation site and that seems fine too…" sometimes Liz thought that she was never off duty. This girl could DO television with the right vehicle. She was pretty, she had big tits and great legs and she oozed a kind of naive sexuality, even in the state she was in she could see that. She tried to raise herself up a little in the bed but the pain defeated her. Danni patted her hand.

"I think you might need an injection, I'll speak to the House Officer and see if he'll prescribe something, then I'll get you that tea."

Liz looked around her.

At the small, pastel coloured room she was in.

It was dimly lit for sleep, and she suddenly saw something she hadn't noticed before. She looked at Danni in wonder.

"Danni, what time is it and how long has SHE been here?" Danni looked at the tall leather clad woman who was sitting in an orthopaedic chair, head down, feet up on a stool, sleeping peacefully. Danni looked at her watch.

"It's now three thirty," She said quietly. "This is a private room so visitors can stay. She's been here since you were bought in." Liz looked at Linda with a bemused expression on her face.

"I told her not to wait. I told her to go home. I told her I'd be okay. Stupid cow!" even as she spoke the tall woman seemed to rouse and her hands moved in her lap.

Eyes still closed, head still down, she shifted in her chair. Her legs came off the stool and although obviously still asleep she spread them so that they were wide open. This made the hitherto unnoticeable split up the side of her midi skirt very obvious. She was wearing black, lace top, hold up stockings and when she shifted again her black thong and bare left upper thigh were clearly visible.

Danni was quick to observe this

"She's got nice legs your friend!" Liz was currently at a crossroads in her life. To say she was confused about her sexuality was to put it mildly.

"Has she?" she asked innocently and then she changed her mind. "Yes, yes, she has! She's got very nice legs and her tits are…" she stopped, totally embarrassed, not knowing what to say next but Danni already had a hand on her shoulder.

"It's alright Liz. I understand. It's not easy to tell another woman how you feel but I sort of guessed!" Liz needed an out and she got it but not the way she would have liked.

Linda fidgeted in her sleep, moving her hands until the left one was stroking at her visible upper thigh and the right came to rest between her spread legs. To Liz's intense chagrin that right hand began to move itself against the skimpy front of her black thong.

Even now she was moving one finger until it was undoubtedly in contact with her clitoris. She began to rub delicately at it, head thrown back now, eyes still closed and she started to moan out loud.

"Oh no! Not my tits! Oh please stop sucking my tits! Please! Oh shit! If that thing goes off in my cunt again... if it vibrates one more time and if those anal beads, those fucking beautiful anal beads…. aaaaggghhhh!"

Danni and Liz could only stare in horrified wonder as, still apparently asleep; Linda came to orgasm right in front of them.

THE STORY CONTINUES IN PART TEN

© Wallace 2004. The writer maintains the right to be recognised as the author of this piece. This is a work of fiction and bears no resemblance to any places, either real or imaginary or any people or characters real or fictitious, living or dead.

Sent 14/10/04