The Enslavement of Marie: Chapters 8 & 9

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RE: The Enslavement of Marie: Chapters 8 & 9

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Chapter Eight: Angelica


Marie staggered backward, her hand covering her gagged mouth in shame, tears leaking from her eyes. Her other arm weakly tried to cover the image of the black-and-silver corset beneath the slick transparent bathrobe.

Angelica stood taller than usual before her, a pair of towering platform-heeled boots bringing her five-foot-five-inch frame up higher than Marie's five foot nine. Angelica reached out with a gloved hand and pushed the front door closed, latching it and threading the security chain through its slot.

Marie's shame and embarassment was momentarily forgotten as she looked her friend up and down. The transformation was stunning, and she almost didn't recognize her. Angelica's raincoat hung open, and Marie could see her stocky frame enclosed in a fierce looking leather corset with shoulder straps. Angie's waist was smartly nipped, and her breasts contained to form a distinct cleavage. From the waist down to her knees she was wrapped in a soft leather pencil skirt, a hint of fishnets showing between hem and boot.

Angelica pulled off the sunglasses she was wearing, and threw back the hood of her overcoat. "Could you help me with my coat?"

Marie just stared, her jaw slack (although one could never tell thanks to her gag). When Angelica turned to glare at her, Marie began whimpering and pointing to her mouth.

"Oh you poor dear! Having trouble getting the gag out?" Angelica pulled her leather gloves off, and casually laid them over Marie's rubber-clad forearm. She felt around Marie's lips, testing the seal. "Ah, I see. It's glued on. You must have been very naughty to get the glue gag so early! Then you were punished last night?" She looked at marie, her eyes full of sympathy.

Marie didn't know what to make of things. Part of her was still unsure that this was her good friend Angelica talking down to her. She mumbled confused questions around the rubber penis in her mouth, but Angelica took no notice.

"Calm down, sweetie. It will wear off in a day or two. Until then you'll have to settle for a liquid diet. But first things first!" Angelica pulled an envelope from her pocket, but not the one that Marie had mailed to her. On it was written in a familiar firm calligraphic hand the name 'ANGIE'.

Angelica opened the envelope and pulled out a length of thin chain and a small card with the same sort of writing on it. Reading the card quickly, she padlocked one end of the chain to the ring on the front of Marie's gag.

Marie let out a squeal, unable to believe that her good friend was leashing her in such a twisted fashion. Turning her face away, Angelica pulled on the leather handle of the chain leash, and began to drag Marie toward the living room. Marie grabbed the chain in her hands to prevent the tension from pulling at her neck, letting the gloves she held fall to the floor.

Angelica dragged Marie to the center of the living room and began attaching the top of the chain to the medieval-looking chandelier hanging from the ceiling. When she was finished, Marie's head was pulled up slightly, so that she was able to look forward but unable to turn her head down. Finally, Angelica grabbed Marie's wrists and attached them to the chain above her head with a pair of steel handcuffs.

At this point Angelica sighed heavily, and looked the frightened girl in the eyes. "Oh Marie, what did you do to deserve so much punishment so early?" She embraced the bound woman and tenderly stroked her cheek between the straps of the gag trainer.

Marie's eyes simply followed her friend's motions, closing only to savor the presence of her beloved Angelica. She was in a daze, the behavior of her best friend tearing at her heart and mind.

Angelica soon stood up straight again, gathered her composure, and read aloud from the card she held. "There is good news and bad news. The bad news is that your halloween costume will not fit while you wear the corset, and the keys will not arrive at Angie's for two more days." Marie leaned against the chain, hanging and swaying slightly as she listened to the message from her unseen tormentors relayed through the sweet voice of her closest companion.

"The good news is that the locks are identical to those of the model that Angie sometimes wears, and she will unlock you."

Marie craned her neck to look at Angelica as she fished out a pair of bicycle lock keys from her cleavage. She fumbled for a while to untie the knot at the front of Marie's rubber bathrobe, and finally after much squeaking she opened the garment to reveal the silver and black corset and chastity belt combination.

Reaching up, she pulled at a piece of chromed steel, swinging it open to reveal a ring-shaped keyhole like those on the ends of bicycle locks. With expert speed, she slipped the keys into the appropriate holes and released the spring-catches, causing the entire garment to jump from Marie's body and fall clanging to the floor.

"Oh, that's strange!" Angelica cooed, looking at the open device on the floor before her. "I never knew you could remove the plugs! I've pulled the nipple brushes out of the cups before to clean them, but I always put them back. Those are the best part of wearing the thing!"

Marie began moaning into her gag, the emotions twisting inside her. She began to struggle and strain against her cuffs and gag-chain, yearning to be free and to be able to just ask her friend what all this was about. She longed to be alone with Angelica, so that she could be soothed properly by her, so that they could talk without the silent presence of her invisible captor. What cruel Master or Mistress dominated these two women, and would this bring them together or keep them apart? Marie finally burst into tears, her wails distorted by the rubber penis.

Angelica bit her lip and embraced Marie once more. Marie realized that her stomach and back muscles ached from the long confinement, and her nipples and clitoris were sore. Angelica tried in vain to soothe her subjugated companion, assuring her that the worst was over and that if she obeyed and was a good girl she would receive the rewards that only a slave can know.

"I know you have many questions, but you have to believe me when I say that to answer them now would bring both of us only great suffering. Have faith that you will understand everything in time. It was hard for me too, at first; but as I came to accept my place as a slave, my new life became much more enjoyable. You'll see! You just..." Angie traced her finger over marie's glued lips, "...got off to a bad start."

Marie closed her eyes and began breathing deeply through her nose, taking advantage of her unrestricted abdomen. Finally, with all the presence of will she could muster, she shot Angelica a look of absolute betrayal.

Angie immediately cast her eyes downward, unable to look her friend in the eye. "Well, there is just one more thing. It says here that you will notice some strange changes, and that you are to understand that they happened to prove to you that you cannot lock your body away. Your body is no longer your property, and what happens to it is not in your power to decide any more."

Angelica looked at the floor, avoiding Marie's gaze. "I am giving you the keys to the cuffs and the leash. I will not see you until the masquerade party, and there we will not recognize each other until the unmasking. I hope you decide to accept your fate and enjoy the evening out. Please... Just..."

Angelica stepped beside Marie and slipped a keyring over her finger, still looking away from her.

"Just know that... whatever you're going through..." finally she began to cry "...just know that I've gone through worse!" and with that, she ran from the house, sobbing.

Marie hung there, listening to the sound of her friend opening and slamming the door, and the sound of her heavy platform boots on the sidewalk outside, the quick rasp of a sniffling woman vanishing into the sounds of the city.

After a few minutes of careful fumbling and testing, Marie managed to get the cuffs undone, and she spent a few minutes working the kinks out of her shoulders before releasing her gag from the leash. Finally, she collapsed back into her plush sofa, wrapping the rubber bathrobe around her.

She felt an odd tugging at her nipple, so she reached up to adjust the garment so that it wouldn't pinch so much. Feeling around, she found what seemed like a hard ring built into the robe. Looking down, she realized with horror that it was in fact a heavy metal ring threaded through the flesh of her nipple!

She stood up suddenly and peeled off the robe, revealing two large nipple piercings, each with a large red gem-like ball at the bottom. Running her hand down her front, she quickly discovered the matching smaller ring run through her clitoris. She howled into her gag, enraged by the thought that somehow she had been pierced full of holes and embedded with metal trinkets. She felt around her body frantically, but fortunately the three rings she had already found were the only ones.

Exhausted, she slumped back down onto the couch, fingering her new piercings idly. When had this happened? She had put on the corset with rubber bands over her nipples, and when she took it off there were piercings. Had she somehow forgotten an hour's worth of being freed from the contraptions, getting genital piercings, and then re-attaching the devices? The big question is how the hell the corset and chastity belt came off without her or Angelica's keys!

Realizing that she was famished, Marie reluctantly rolled off the couch and headed to the kitchen. She drank orange juice through a straw while she made some soup for herself. She could already feel more of the gag's glue weakening, and estimated that it would probably be safe to pull it off sometime the next morning.

After a much-needed but difficult to swallow meal, Marie stumbled up to her bedroom to finally get some sleep. The ordeal of the previous evening had left her deliriously tired, and the strain of the afternoon's encounter had done nothing for her exhaustion. She pushed open the door to find her bed still naked save for a simple latex sheet, the cuffs still attached to the iron frame. Too weak to properly make the bed, she rolled onto the bare rubber and massaged her belly.

Marie mused over her position as she calmed herself down. She was being controlled through pleasure, pain, embarassment, and now she did not even have the ability to turn to her closest friend for comfort or advice. The forces that kept her enslaved seemed impossible to fight against. She could not endure another punishment session like the one from the previous night -- the waiting alone was agony even before she knew what sort of pain the corset was capable of dealing.

"You win." She thought, "I give up. I am your slave... I am Your slave. Please, be gentle! I cannot fight or resist You!"

Marie rolled over in the bed and looked at the cuffs. Accept your place, Angie had said, and you will receive the rewards that only a slave can know. With that thought, Marie reached down and slowly slipped her foot into a steel cuff, squeezing the buttersoft rubber lining tight around her ankle as she locked herself once more to the bed. As she bound herself with the other three cuffs she thought to herself, "I hope that You see this, because I could really use a break about now."

In moments, she was sound asleep, and dreaming of wild animalistic sex.


Chapter Nine: The Family Doctor

Marie drifted back to the stone courtyard again, this time looking up at the medieval rooftops of the surrounding buildings and the sky above. She lay on her back, ankles bound to wrists in a tight frog-tie. Lifting her head up, she saw the nobles and courtesans grinning down at her from just past her knees.

A jester turned cartwheels over her bound body, each leap threatening to land on a tensed thigh or a pierced breast. He quickly leaned into Marie's face and laughed. A domino mask covered his eyes and nose, hiding his face with a macabre pinnocchio.

He twisted into a backflip, and suddenly knelt between Marie's knees. Marie looked down at him and saw him lick his painted lips hungrily. Slowly, he leaned in toward Marie's womanhood and began to poke his mask's elongated nose into her.

Marie moaned as darkness blotted out the sky. Twisting her head this way and that, she realized that two platform high-heel boots were standing on either side of her head. Following them up the shapely female legs, she realized that she was looking up the latex skirt of the ruler from the sedan chair.

Marie stared into the mass of rubber, leather, and steel above her, and realized that the woman was squatting down toward her. As all light dimmed, Marie saw the most painful looking studded steel strap-on dildo pointed directly down at her mouth.

She woke suddenly in pitch blackness. Was she blindfolded? No, no she had swapped her baby blue curtains for heavy black ones. Why had she done that? They were a memento of her childhood. Streetlamps. They glared in the window at night. The heavy black velvet would block out the sun.

No, that's not right. The sun shone in the other morning, visible around the cracks. It must still be nighttime.

Marie blinked as her eyes grew accustomed to the darkness, squinting at a strange triangle painted on the ceiling. Three red beams glowed above her, the upper one less than a foot long, and the other two pointing like an arrow toward her feet. They seemed to move, to be alive in some way.

Marie stretched in her bonds, and noticed that the gentle tension of the cuffs on her body seemed much less stressful than the night before. She twisted her shoulders to work out a mild kink in her neck, and noticed the beams twisting in a similar fashion.

Curiosity brought Marie to her full senses, and she realized with some confusion that she must be looking at her own reflection. There had been no mirror on the ceiling when she went to sleep, had there? There certainly wasn't one there the other night, as she had counted cracks in the ceiling to keep time during the early hours of her punishment.

Marie twisted in her bonds as much as possible, and verified that the beams were coming from the jewels in her piercings. The red beams played an edgy, mathematically regular pattern on her naked skin. She admired the look, imagining herself suspended naked in the path of a laser show at some warehouse rave.

As she watched the lights, she began to get the impression that they reacted to her feelings and thoughs, pulsing and shifting. The collar, too, seemed to be alive in some strange way. Marie kept wondering if the ominous five letters along the front of her throat were glowing red as well, but every time she looked directly at it the effect would seem to vanish.

Marie felt aroused and excited in a gentle sort of way; but with her hands cuffed above her head and her legs tethered to the corners of the bed, she could do nothing to take advantage of it. The gentle pulsing and throbbing lulled her back into a deep sleep.

Marie woke a few hours later to the now familiar click-click-click-click of her cuffs. She stretched eagerly and massaged her wrists and ankles as she sat up on the bare rubber bedsheet. She examined the cuffs once more, and tried to determine if they released on a timer or if some external event had opened them. Unable to understand even the beginnings of how they worked, she again unbuckled the web of straps from her gag's head-harness.

By now she figured there had to have been enough saliva to dissolve the glue. Marie pushed hard with her tongue and pulled on the dangling leather as hard as she could. After a little jostling, the gag finally moved with a sharp, stinging pain. Looking down at the gag in her lap, she saw scraps of skin still glued to the base of the rubber cock-bit.

Marie immediately tasted the iron tanginess of her blood, remembering her childhood habit of licking her wounds to enjoy the wicked flavor. She grinned at the thought that she was a vampire in a previous life (or un-death, at least). She often thought of dressing up as the fetishy underground comic-book vampire Sandra Bodyshell and giving out deep kisses to people at the Castro street party.

Halloween! Marie verified that the costume was still in the drawer, tempted to try it on early. Angies words about enslavement and punishment echoed through her mind, but now, in the sunshine of the spring morning, they seemed lighter than they had the day before. She disregarded them as the pulsing rings distracted her again, and closed the costume drawer.

First things first, Marie thought to herself, how do I get rid of these silly ornaments? A sharp, stinging pain stunned her as it snapped through her sensitive flesh. Sweat beaded on her brow, and she bit her sore lip gently. Marie panted as she massaged her nipples, feeling the heavy metal rings through the skin.

The charm of the previous night's light show had worn off. Marie felt a familiar helpless panic surge through her belly as she twisted the rings through her flesh, looking for some sort of clasp or seam. She moaned as her thoughts raced, trying to think of who had done this vicious thing to her mind and body. Pulling at the rings resulted in nothing than more pain--a punishing pain that had none of the arousing properties that Marie tended to experience.

In her mind, she flipped through all the people she knew in San Francisco, trying to come up with someone who could help. Faces and names came and went as she held her head in her hands. She stopped short and stood straight as one in particular stayed clear in her mind's eye: Dr. Rosenstock.

Rosenstock had been her family doctor ever since she arrived from Europe, and saw her a few times when she travelled to visit her aunt as a child. Marie realised that she could come up with no cover story that would explain how the piercings came to be. Still, she knew that he would keep their session in confidence, as he had her other embarassing moments.

Marie recalled the violent orgasm that took her by complete surprise at the age of thirteen. Dr. Rosenstock had placed her in his old leather and steel gynecological examination chair. For a brief moment, the vision of heavy leather straps buckled about her arms, legs, stomach and chest consumed her. She was so rocked by convulsions that the Doctor feared she was having a fit, but realized what had happened when he noticed her swollen pubis.

Ever since that day, his bedside manner improved a hundredfold. He opened up and warmed to marie, helping her feel good about her body and her growth as a woman. He was friendly and sympathetic, whatever her adolescent problems may have been. He was the only person in the world who could possibly have a hint as to her submissive fantasies.

At that thought, Marie scowled. No, in the past week more than a few people have been given clues. Old man Scold the locksmith obviously knew a thing or two, and perhaps Miss Applebee had really been on that train. Perhaps her boss knew... make that ex-boss. And now, of course, her beloved Angie knew things that even Marie had yet to uncover.

Marie glumly picked out the most modest outfit she could find for her trip to the clinic. She laid out a set of white latex underwear, a light blue latex skirt that reached only halfway down her thigh, clear latex stockings, and a sleeveless tank top of white latex with the highest mock-turtleneck she could find. As she dressed, she found with only mild surprise that the shape of the nipple rings showed all too clearly through the two thin layers of rubber, and the neckline of the top ended just below her gleaming silver slave collar. To make matters worse, her nipples poked out from behind the white film looking for all the world like large buttons asking to be pressed.

Marie sat at the vanity, ignoring the more dramatic substances and devices that filled the makeup chest and grabbing some basic foundation and color. She worked as best she could to cover the impressions made by two days strapped into a trainer gag harness, using shadow and color to distract where she couldn't hide. She realized as she looked at herself in the mirror that she wasn't looking forward to another train ride dressed like a slutty bitch from the Reeperbahn.

The streetcar was largely empty so late in the morning, but that just meant that the passengers were free to sit back and admire her. Marie looked sheepishly up at the security cameras flashing their little red lights once a second, and thought of the pulsing lights that adorned her body. When she finally stepped off at her stop, she felt all eyes on her as she tripped in her strappy heeled sandals, clutching the hem of her rubber skirt as she stumbled to the sidewalk.

Since Rosenstock was a family friend, no appointment was necessary. He had to be over 70 by now and had only a few patients left. His secretary, about his age, saw Marie through. Marie could have sworn she saw her jaw clench, but the assistant waved her on without comment.

Marie fidgeted nervously in the old red armchair, musing that it must have stood in that very spot since the days when California was a Spanish colony. Her rubber clothing squeaked against the red leather as she traced a finger over the surface of the cushions, wondering if they hadn't become deeper since she was last here. She pushed her middle finger through the deepest one as she had when her finger was about half as long, and suddenly had the feeling that she was being watched.

"Hi ho, hi ho, Maria! In trouble again?" Marie looked up suddenly at Dr. Rosenstock, blushing a beet red at the sound of the greeting. She quickly recognized the phrase as the one that Secret Agent U69 uses when he finds Sweet Gwendoline bound. Her face flushed redder as she thought of the predicament she had found herself in, and wondered if Rosenstock knew what U69 would do when he found her.

"Oh, h-hello doctor Rosenstock!" Marie blurted out, catching a look at her red face in the mirror by the sink and realizing in horror that the flesh-tone foundation she had painted over the gag strap marks was staying pale while the rest of her face deepened in tone around it. "I, er, I have a bit of a complicated problem lately, and I need your help and advice..."

Even with his open and understanding personality, it was hard to know how to begin a story of how three pieces of intimate jewelry had been attached to her body without knowing how. Marie couldn't tell if he believed a single word, but he remained his old sympathetic self. She noticed that he was like the old red chair: The wrinkles a bit deeper, the atmosphere a bit more dusty and mysterious. It was nearly natural to peel off the clingy rubber clothing in front of him.

"Would you like to recline into my old examination chair, darling?" Marie blushed again and nodded. The fantasy of nearly 20 years ago returned, but today she kept her control.

The doctor let his index finger wander over the letters of her collar, mumbling, "Hmm, there is something inscribed here..." Marie continued to flush red, struggling to keep the feeling from spreading to her erogenous zones as Rosenstock inspected the nipple rings, the clit ring, her lips... But he didn't speak another word for the duration of the exam.

"You may get dressed again, Maria!" As she in the old red chair again, he passed Marie a little bottle of ointment. "This is for your lips. They will heal within a few days, my dear, and the mixture of herbal oils will make them smooth and slippery like a baby's. You may enjoy the taste, but please dont use it more than twice a day. There is a small risk of addiction." He paused. "As for the rest of your your transformation, I am afraid there is nothing I can do. You are on a road you chose yourself. And it is your choice if you want to continue or turn back."

"My choice?" Marie stared at the doctor in disbelief. "I came here expecting answers! I am completely in the dark about what is happening to me, and I never asked for any of it to happen! How can you say that it was my choice?"

Rosenstock sighed and a worn smile spread across his creased face. "Maria, I have known you for the better part of your life. And I knew things about your aunt and her true self and her longings that I will take with me into my grave. If there is one thing you can trust me to know, it is the tragectory of your two lives. So hear my words and think on them carefully: You have been wandering aimlessly for many years now. And now you might find yourself not too far away from a discovering your true destination. You have wandered the desert for too long, and now in the distance you see the shape of a faraway mountain top, covered with cool snow. That vision shows you the dryness of the plain and the thirst in your throat in a way you can no longer ignore.

"You are grown up, Maria. Make up your mind!"

Marie kept silent while the doctor ushered her to the door.

"I have a good bye present for you!" He wrapped her in his old deep brown leather jacket, covering her glossy white second skin. He gently kissed her forehead and waved good bye.

"Keep it, Maria, and keep what you find in the pockets! I hope they help you make your choice." He called after her. Already half a block away, Marie heard the heavy oak door swing shut.

Marie clunt the old coat about her tightly, easily three sizes too wide, and felt strangely grateful--and confused. The old doctor had not told her even a fraction of what he knew. She licked her lips and felt happier. A bit horny, even.

Waiting at the streetcar stop, Marie tried to dig her hands into the pockets only to find them sewn shut. Puzzled, she felt through the leather and discovered the outlines of three round boxes in the left and a lengthy, banana shaped item in the right one. Clutching the bottle of ointment in her fist, she tried to imagine what the two round boxes could be.

As she sat down on the red plastic bench, she shook the sleeves down over her hands and hugged her nervous stomach tightly. She quickly found the gentle rocking of the train hypnotic, and drifted into fantasy and reverie again.

She felt the long sleeves strapped together in the small of her back. She had been trussed up in a leather strait jacket plus matching leg binder, strapped to a signpost in the middle of a familiar stone courtyard. Looking at the reflection in a nearby window, she can read the sign: "FOR SALE OR RENT" with a large red arrow pointing down at her. She sees that her head is wrapped in cage made of steel bars that is welded to the signpost. The exact fit of the head cage implies that it was custom made just for her.

Marie woke quickly as the train's brakes engaged suddenly. She realized that her crotch was wet, causing the ring in her clitoral hood to sliding around in the slickened rubber panties. She leapt up and stumbled out of the streetcar, nearly missing her stop.

Marie staggered through her front door and laboriously undid the buckles and straps on her high-heled sandals. She padded into the bathroom without removing her rubber outfit to turn the taps on the large porcelain tub. She got inside and waited until the water level reached her breasts before peeling off the latex.

The gems in her piercings glittered brightly beneath the foamy water, and marie felt herself glow in the luxurious bath. She reached down and brought herself pleasure, remembering the last time she had masturbated in the tub, still wearing the black panties and bra. After several much-needed orgasms, enhanced by the metal rings at her nipples and clit, as well as the larger one surrounding her throat, Marie finally dried herself off and headed to her bedroom.

The cuffs lay there invitingly, and Marie surrendered her freedom to them for the third time.

"Like in the fairy tales," Marie mused, "the third time makes the change permanent." and she thought of another transformation.

"Tomorrow i am going to become a cat."


Gospodin
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RE: The Enslavement of Marie: Chapters 8 & 9

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I realize that the story competition probably has everyone's reading plate full, but I'm happily back on schedule with the monday postings.

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RE: The Enslavement of Marie: Chapters 8 & 9

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Cool!  I look forward to seeing how this turns out!

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