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Sam Spade – The Case of the Mysterious Mask by Kaereni
I was sitting in my office killing time, watching the neon light from the bar downstairs flick on and off like a funhouse strobe on slow. Normally, I would be home in Angela’s loving arms, but I had received a note that a “Lady Heather” needed to see me discreetly at 9 p.m. My name is Samantha Spade and I am a private detective.
Ever since I found Angela’s brother and my past, clients would flock to me. It seemed that the word went out, that if you had a case that was off the norm and seemed impossible I was the woman to see. My caseload got so great that I had to turn clients away. I smiled to myself thinking that Daddy would have been proud of me. The only reason I was sitting here in the office instead at home was “Lady Heather” who ever she was, did not leave a number for me to call back and refuse her case.
It was a few minutes after nine when I went to my office door and looked out. Angela looked up from her desk and smiled up at me. “Give her a few more minutes,” she said knowing the look on my face. After Angela’s treatment, my former receptionist found she was better suited for another line of work. The last I heard she was working for Frankie Desalvo as her personal assistant.
Nodding without speaking I went and sat down again. It was near 9:30 before to office door opened and a woman wearing a hooded cloak walked in. Seeing me sitting behind the desk, she stopped cold in her tracks. “I am to meet with Sam Spade.” She said with a nasty undertone. “I refuse to be fluffed off on his associate… or girlfriend,” she continued her voice rising. I expected her to stomp her foot like a child.
“The more money people have, the more they act like spoiled brats,” I said standing and facing her. Before she could say anything more I added, “I’m Sam, Samantha Spade.” Leaning forward and resting my palms on the desk, “Lets set the ground rules here and now. You came to me because YOU needed my help, not the other way around. If you want my help then you will sit down and treat me with respect. OR you can walk your happy ass out that door behind you.” If it was one thing I found out fast, it was that you had to slap the client and tell them to get a grip right off the bat.
“No one has ever talked to me like that,” she said coldly. She turned and stormed to the door and paused. A minute passed before she quietly came back and sat down in the chair before the desk just as I knew she would. Sitting down behind the desk I said sweetly, “Now then Lady Heather, what seems to be the problem?”
Pale hands reached up and lowered the hood. Lady Heather’s face was concealed behind a porcelain mask that contrasted with her flowing raven black hair. The mask had its eyes open and ruby red lips slightly parted. There was something strangely erotic about it but at the time, I could not put my finger on it. “This,” she said touching the mask. I noticed that her fingernails were long, sharply pointed and shimmered as if made from opals.
“I see,” I said looking at her and playing the waiting game.
After a long pause she said, “I want you to find how to remove this damned thing.”
“One thing at a time,” I said holding my hand up. “You don’t need me. Just go to a Doctor and have the mask removed.”
“It’s not that easy,” She said before gripping the mask with both hands. I could hear her breath whistle in and out rapidly. With a quick movement, she ripped the mask off. Her face just as pale as her hands showed a look of pain as she quickly replaced the mask. “Every time I remove the mask it feels as if my face is being ripped off.”
“I see,” I stood and walked over to my filing cabinet. I had kept the capture scents from when Angela and I met in the top drawer. Spraying my neck with the female version, I moved over and sat down next to Lady Heather. I watched her nostrils flair as they caught the scent. “Now then Lady Heather,” I said leaning forward and resting my hand on her leg. “Why don’t you tell me what happened.”
“I… I can’t,” she said.
“You can tell me… you know you want too,” I replied my voice dropping lower. I started stroking her leg, my hand sliding up under her skirt to caress the silky nylons below. “You like my touch… need it more then anything…”
Lady Heather whimpered and moaned at my touch, her legs opened inviting my hand to explore higher. “Yes” she said breathlessly.
“How did you end up with the mask on Heather?” I asked. I looked up and noticed that Angela had entered the room. I knew she would have heard my line about Lady Heather wanting and needing my touch.
Angela moved forward to ask me what was going on when she stopped and her eyes got big as she caught the smell of the scent. Because I had not said anything about the scent not affecting her she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply as she moved forward to stand behind Heather.
I had not thought using capture scent through; If I said “it does not effect you” then Heather would not be affected ether. I would have to phrase my words carefully from here on out.
“It was a gift… came in the mail with the cloak,” She said after a moment of internal struggle.
“Do you have the package it came in Heather?” I asked.
“No… I threw it away.”
“That’s okay…”I thought for a minute, “Heather, why don’t you go over to the couch and lay down and think about my touch.” As she stood, I took Angela’s hand and led her to the chair. Speaking softly I said, “Open your eyes love.” She opened them slowly and a look of hopeless devotion filled them.
“Angela, this scent is not for you,” I said caressing her cheek.
Angela blinked a few times as her eyes cleared, “Samantha you take all the fun out of life.” She leaned forward and kissed me tenderly. “Even without the scent I dream of your gentle caresses against my skin.”
“As I do yours,” I replied. Standing, I motioned her to follow me to the outer office where we could speak without having to worry about Lady Heather hearing us. Once the door was closed behind me I said, “What do you think?”
“I think she is a stuck up bitch who needs to be taken down a notch or two.” Angela replied with venom in her voice.
Raising my eyebrows, I said, “Whoa! What got your back fur up?”
“Thinking she is better then everyone else. You should have heard her before she came into your office. Acting like it was MY fault she was late. Just give me five minutes with her and I will have all the information you need Samantha.” Angela replied.
“At what cost?” I said half jokingly. I still remembered how ruthless Angela could be.
“Trust me.” She said and opened the door. I found myself no longer in control of the situation and following Angela’s lead.
When I entered the inner office, I found to my surprise that Heather was lying bare on the couch, one hand buried between her legs and the other pulling at her nipple. The only thing she still wore was the mask. We pulled up a pair of chairs and sat beside the couch. Angela looked at me waiting. I nodded slowly and said, “Heather? This is Angela… I want you to do as she says. It would please me, and if I am happy you are happy.”
Heather looked from one to the other of us before replying, “Yes.”
Angela reached forward and started caressing Heather’s upper thigh. “How do you feel about another woman touching you?”
“I don’t like it, women are nothing, just beasts needing to be put in their place.” She answered coldly.
“What about men? Do you like their touch?” Angela asked not stopping her hand.
“Men are even worse.” Lady Heather replied her eyes flashing.
“But that is not what you really believe. You really desire a woman’s touch, a strong mistress to make you bow to her desires.” Angela leaned in and said calmly, “In reality you are nothing more then a cunt loving, pussy licking, slut for your mistress.” She paused a moment and then added, “You live to be tied up with invisible ropes by your mistress and made to cum.”
Lady Heather looked at me in confusion. I closed my eyes and then remembering her attitude at the start opened them and nodded at her.
Angela spoke again, “I want you to say, I am nothing more then a cunt loving, pussy licking slut for my mistress.” She waited until Heather said the words then continued, “Close your eyes, keep saying the words until there is nothing else in your mind except the words. With each time you say them, you will get more excited. But you will not cum until your mind is blank of anything other then devotion to your mistress, Samantha Spade.”
As Heather started repeating the sentence over and over Angela pulled her hands together. “Feel the ropes tying your hands tightly together.” Heather moaned in pleasure and with both hands worked between her legs as she spoke.
I sat watching Lady Heather like a bird watching a snake. I had never seen Angela in action and wondered if she had done the same to me in the past. When she touched my arm, I jumped and looked at her. She motioned to me and we went back out to the outer office. Pouring me a cup of coffee Angela said calmly, “In thirty or so minutes she will do and more importantly answer anything for you love.” Before I could say anything in reply, she touched my lips with her fingertips and said with a whisper, “But she will never be as devoted to you as I am.”
I smiled and sipped my coffee; her words of devotion calmed my nerves. “No one will ever replace you my sweet Angel.” We sat down on the couch in the waiting room and snuggled. After a few minutes we came up for air and I asked, “What do you think about the mask Angela?”
“That’s simple; it was all done with some sort of chemical to make her feel like she needed it.” Angela replied.
Nodding I said, “So we should be able to remove it while she is busy.” Standing I gave Angela a hand up and we went back into the office. My office reeked of her pheromones as Lady Heather kept speaking the command line over and over. Without interrupting her, I reached down and removed the mask. What happened next even Angela could not have predicted.
I stood there dumbfounded holding a mask in my hand and watched as another mask formed on Lady Heather’s face seemingly from thin air. Looking at Angela I saw surprise mirrored in her face. Shaking my head forestalling her words as an idea came to me. I went to the desk, took a paperweight and smashed it onto the lower part of the mask shattering it below nose. Coming back, I took the full mask from Lady Heather’s face and replaced it with the broken half mask. The plan was to replace her mask with smaller pieces. Just then, Lady Heather let out a loud scream as she orgasmed.
“I think I have the solution,” I said smiling to Angela. Nevertheless, to my dismay, I looked down at the woman in the throws of passion and saw the mask growing and filling in the missing parts. Looking from it to the desk I noticed that instead of the lower mask sitting there, there was nothing more then a pile of dust. “Damn” I said softly.
Angela looked at her and then at me, “Samantha, we should go home so you can eat and think this through.”
“What about her?” I asked jerking my thumb at the still orgasming woman.
“Leave it to me darling, you just pull the car up front and we will meet you there.” I guess my raised eyebrows prompted her to continue, “We can’t just leave her here can we?”
“No I guess not.” I said and turning went to get the car. Luckily, with it being late, I was able to pull up right in front of the door and there in the shadows of the entrance was my sweet Angela and Lady Heather. As soon as I stopped the car Angela hurried out opened the back door and gestured Heather to get in. To my surprise, Lady Heather was still nude and carried her clothing in a pile. I had expected Angela to dress her before coming out. Angela climbed in the backseat with Lady Heather before closing the door.
The drive home was made in silence. At least it quiet up front. I could see in the rearview mirror, Angela speaking to the masked woman and her soft mummers in reply. Frankly, I was beginning to worry; there was something wrong with Angela. She seemed to take too much pleasure in turning this snotty woman into something very different. I made a mental note to talk to her about it the very first chance we were alone.
Arriving home, I pulled into the garage and watched as Lady Heather followed Angela into the house. By the time, I had grabbed the mail and come inside they were in the spare bedroom with the door closed. A minute or two later Angela came out alone. “Let me fix you something to eat first dear one.” She said passing me and heading into the kitchen. Shrugging my shoulders, I went to look at Lady Heathers clothes and the 2 nd mask.
All her clothing had been bought from upscale shops and did not show me anything I had not expected. Only the cloak and mask were out of place. The cloak had a tag that had been removed. While it was made from a coarse weave cloth that looked like wool, it felt like silk to the touch. The mask was another oddity. I still did not know what to do about it. I needed to talk to Lady Heather more and find out who sent the package. Perhaps she could remember a name if she tried hard.
Setting the mask down I went into the bedroom to talk with her. She was lying down on the bed on her tummy. Her legs were pulled up bent and hands tightly gripping her ankles. I could almost see rope indentations tying her in this position. Her head was thrown back as if a rope extended from her hair to her feet bowing it, like her body. The room reeked of her excitement, “Hello Lady Heather.”
Her eyes opened up and locked on to mine before lowering, “Mistress.”
“Who sent you the mask?” When she didn’t answer I leaned forward and caressed her hair and face through the mask. “Don’t you want to tell me and make me happy?”
She whimpered a bit and I heard the door open behind me. I looked back at Angela standing there and then back at Lady Heather. “Who sent you the package Lady Heather?”
She gave her head a little shake and whimpered louder. “I see…” I said and stood up going to Angela. Turning her around, we left the room after I turned off the light. Heading back into the living room I asked Angela “What did you two talk about on the way home?”
Angela smiled sweetly, “I just reinforced what we did in your office.” She kissed me then, her hands undressing me as we stood there. The rest of the evening was a blur, we made love tender and slowly and again later passionately like animals in rut. Angela always has been able to take my mind off problems while we made love. Even dinner was an act of passion. At one point, she pulled me into the spare bedroom and we made love there with Lady Heather watching helplessly. Her moans of need driving me to higher levels of passion then I thought possible.
It was in there that we made an important discovery. Angela lying between my legs licking away stopped and looked up at our pet as I had started to think of Lady Heather and said, “Don’t you wish you could open your mask and taste your mistress’s honey.” She dipped a finger and whipped it across the red lips of the mask. To our shock, the mask’s mouth opened up and Heather’s tongue darted out to lick at the porcelain lips.
Angela met my eyes and then said to Heather, “Or, if your nose were a hard cock you might be allowed to face fuck your mistress.” We watched, as the nose seemed to flow and grow longer forming a porcelain cock. It stopped when it extended from her face about nine inches. “Hmmmm… you make a lovely porcelain slut,” she added. Sitting up Angela leaned over towards Heather and moving her hands along the woman’s body said, “snip… snip… snip,” as her fingers made cutting motions.
Heather relaxed her body from the bow, “Roll over,” I said I could not help myself. I knew it was wrong to treat and use Lady Heather as nothing more then a fuck doll, but I was caught up in the moment. I mounted her face and bounced up and down. With every down stroke, I could feel her tongue licking against my clit.
Angela had moved to behind me and was caressing my tits from behind as she nibbled on my neck. I heard her voice softly in my ear, “Let me be your pet slut too tonight Samantha.”
I turned my head and looked at her, “Let the scent effect you… you are my devoted pet... nothing more then a slut for your mistress’s pleasure… Now both of you cum for me... cum hard sluts...” I was overwhelmed, the feeling of power over these two living to pleasure me filled my mind and body. The sounds of Heather and Angela orgasming was enough to set off my own chain of orgasms. As some point Angela had gotten the other mask and handed it to me, I was so lost in the passion that I did not even think I started to raise it to my face but she stopped me.
Her hands guided mine and placed it on her face. Through the slightly parted lips, I could hear her moan with pleasure. Still face fucking Heather I took Angela’s ceramic covered face in my hands and crushed my lips to hers. The mouth opened and our tongues danced together. Later as I was lying on my back enjoying their hands and tongues caressing my body I pulled them up on ether side of me. Guiding their mouths against my breasts and said, “Suckle and orgasm, my sweet porcelain covered sluts.” I fell asleep sometime after that to the feeling of their hands gently caressing my body and the cool mouths latched onto my breasts.
Morning found me still lying on my back, a pair of mouths gently suckling my breasts. I open my eyes. The sick realization of what I had done the night before coming back to me. Not only had I abused the trust put into my by a client, I had also allowed my lover to talk me into turning her into my slut. I sat up, looked from one to the other, and received another shock. Both Angela and Lady Heather were covered from head to toe in some sort of flexible porcelain. Only Angela’s blond hair and Heathers raven black hair allowed me to tell who was who. “What happened?” I asked
Angela and Heather shared a look and then both said, “We became what you wished for, porcelain covered sluts.” Again, they shared a look and four hands reached for me pulling me back down into their seductive embrace. Even though I tried to fight them off and I soon found myself making love and being loved by both. Angela was a completely new woman, the capture scent should not have effected her as much as it had. However, ether way I was locked in the clutches of two women, covered with something unknown, whose single purpose in life was to fuck and lick me.
When I next came up for air, I took Angela’s hand and lead her out of the room, “Come back to me love. Play time is over.” I had to try something to break Angela from the mask’s clutches and that was the best I could come up with. Luckily, my gamble paid off when after a moment, she blinked slowly, the porcelain covering her body retreated to the mask, and she removed it.
“Wow” she said as she handed me the mask before staggering over to the couch and sitting down heavily. Angela looked up at me and said, “That was incredible Samantha. Once I put it on it felt as if everything took a step to the left and clicked into place. The longer I wore it the more I could feel it controlling me… The more I wanted to be controlled! If I were human there would have been no way I could have mustered the will to remove it.” She looked towards the bedroom, “Lady Heather does not exist anymore, and she is nothing more now then your porcelain slut.” She reached out, stroked the mask with the tips of her fingers, and closed her eyes. “I can feel it calling to me Samantha. It feels like a part of me is missing and you are holding it in your hand.”
I moved away and set it down on the table behind me before replying, “Angela, can you do anything with Lady Heather?”
When she opened her eyes there was a look of longing that frightened me. However, it cleared and she said calmly, “What do you mean?”
“I want you two, if possible, to go to her house and see if you can find the packing the mask came in. Perhaps you will get lucky.” I shrugged my shoulders, “I want to take this mask to Jimmy the Geek and see what he says about it.”
“Okay Sam,” she replied before standing up and heading back to Lady Heather.
As I was drying off after showering, I heard Angela’s voice call out. Rushing back into the bedroom, I expected to see Angela masked but instead she was standing at the foot of the bed. “What’s wrong?” I asked looking from her to the porcelain-covered woman caressing herself on the bed.
“Listen to this…” Angela said and then went and sat down beside Lady Heather. “Heather? Who sent you the mask? Who sent it… you can tell me.”
Lady Heather’s eyes did not open nor did her hands stop their erotic caresses replied softly, “Sam Spade sent it. She attached a note saying I would love it.” She giggled, “I do love it, she was right about that.”
As I headed to see Jimmy, I kept glancing over at the wrapped mask on the seat beside me. I was worried, more worried then I had let Angela know. Anything that could affect an android like that had to be overwhelming to a human.
Jimmy the Geek had been a long time friend, both of my father before me and then of mine. He ran an old shabby second hand electronics shop but if anyone could figure out what the mask was he would. I had thought to turn to my uncle but Jimmy was a jack-of-all-trades and stood a better chance. Getting out of the car, I smoothed my dress. Ever since I had found out my past, I had started to wear dresses and skirts more often. I had realized that the distraction of a pretty leg sometimes gave me the edge in a close fight. Opening the door to Jimmy’s shop went to the back calling out, “Yo Jimmy!”
Jimmy came out and stopped dead glancing down at something behind the counter. He looked at me and then back down. “Damn Red! What are you doing dressed like that and not packing heat?” He hurried past me and I could hear the loud click of the front door locking. As he came back to the counter, he looked me over once more. “I must say you are looking nice, Angela been giving you more dressing tips?” he said with a laugh.
Setting the package on the counter I gave him a small smile, “Funny Jimmy, very funny.” Unwrapping the mask from the cloak and looked at it. For some reason I was suddenly scared to touch it. “Jimmy…” I paused I did not know how to explain it to myself let alone to someone else. I touched the cool porcelain daintily and continued, “What is it?”
Jimmy looked at the mask, “This is a trick question right?”
“Jimmy, I have a woman in my house who wearing a mask like this. She can not take it off. For that matter the damn thing has grown and covered her from head to toe leaving only her hair uncovered.” The words came tumbling out fast. “Hell, even Angela was wearing this one and I had to work hard to get her to take it off.” My voice became shrill and I knew I was losing control but I was scared, “What is it?” My eyes locked onto the mask as I remembered the night’s passion.
I felt someone pull me away from the counter and turn me around. Jimmy’s swift slap restored me to the present, “Samantha, snap out of it. Are you ok now?” I nodded to him. Jimmy went back around the counter, pulled on a pair of rubber gloves, and flipped the mask over. Taking a magnifying glass, he looked at it carefully and mumbled to himself. Flipping it back upright, he again went over the mask with the magnifying glass slowly covering every inch. At last, he stood up, pulled the gloves off and looked at me. “Samantha, I do not see anything out of the ordinary.” He eyed it and then said, “If you want I keep it to run some tests on.”
Nodding I replied, “Sure Jimmy. Just do not put it on. You will never get it off. According to Angela, it rewards your mind for wearing it.”
His head jerked up, “Rewards your mind?” With a quick motion, he was at his reader pulling up articles and discarding them faster then I could follow. After a few minutes he cussed and looked up at me, “I can’t find it, but I seem to remember reading an article on the use of nanotechnology for behavior modification.” He gestures towards the door, “Let me run some tests and see if I can find the article. I am sure I saw it somewhere.”
I knew that look, when Jimmy was hot on the trail of something he would not stop until he solved it. Smiling I took the cloak with me and left his store. My next stop was over at Creative Costumes. They were the premier costume supply house in the city. If anyone could give me a clue as to where the cloak came from, they could.
Walking in I approached the counter, a woman wearing a frilly French gown turned towards me and said with a Bronx accent, “Yes? Can I help you?” I had expected her to speak French and was taken aback by her accent.
“Um yea… Can you tell me anything about this cloak? I just love this material and…” my voice drifted out I knew by her look that my lame story was not holding any water.
She looked at the cloak and felt the material. Looking at me she said, “yes it is from our medieval line of cloaks.” Opening it up she looked at the missing tag. “Hmmm… one moment please, let me get the manager.”
A few minutes of waiting a man walked out, “I understand you were inquiring about one of our cloaks? Are you with the police?”
“No sir, my name is Samantha Spade. I’m a private investigator and I am trying to find out where this cloak came from.” I said putting on a winning smile. He looked at me and then at the cloak. After a minute, he went over to a computer terminal and typed in a few commands.
Holding a print out and frowning he came back, “May I see some identification please?” I handed over my PI license and he looked at it and at me. “Is this some kind of joke Miss Spade?” he said.
“Joke? No sir.”
“It seems you yourself bought these cloaks from us just two weeks ago.” He thrust the sales slip to me. There at the bottom of the receipt was my signature. I looked up at him in confusion.
“But I…” I started to say and then shaking my head to clear it said, “Just how many did I buy? And is “Cindy” I said looking at the clerk’s name on the receipt, “here?”
“One dozen,” He replied calmly, “Cindy is no longer with us.”
“Do you have a forwarding address as to where I might find her?”
“No,” he said and without anything else said, turned and walked away.
The woman in the French outfit said softly, “Cindy and John were tight but she dumped him and headed out west. The last word I heard was she was working in Hollywood as a costumer under another name.” She looked towards the back and then at me again, “it’s a touchy subject with John, I’m sure you understand.”
“Yea, I see your point.” I picked up the cloak and receipt and walked out of the store in a daze. My mind focused on the fact that there were 11 more cloaks out there somewhere. Did that mean that there were 11 masks also? For that matter who foraged my signature? Milling these questions in my mind, I drove back slowly home. Perhaps Angela got lucky, found the note and packing.
Reaching home, I saw that Angela’s car was there. Walking in I called out that I was home but she must have been tending to Heather and did not hear me. On the dining table, I saw the box from Lady Heather’s house. Sitting down I pulled out the letter and stared at it dumbfounded. Pulling out the receipt and laying it next to the note, I compared the two. Both were written in my trademark purple ink, seemingly by my hand. Angela came out from the spare bedroom and wordlessly stood behind me massaging my shoulders.
Looking up at her, I handed her both the note and receipt. As I told her what I had found out from Jimmy, she examined the two documents. Finally, she looked up at me a long time before speaking, “Samantha, if I did not know better, I would swear that these two documents are your handwriting. Who ever are doing this knows you too well, has serious manpower, and cash reserves.” She looked down at them, “Who have you upset with this much horsepower?”
Over the years I had made a few people upset, but no one who had anywhere near enough power to pull this off nor were that mad at my tender body. It was as if a light went off, “The only one who could, who has the power, is Frankie Desalvo.” The more I thought about it the more it made sense. While looking for Angela’s “brother” I had messed with Frankie a bit to keep her from taking exception of me barging in on her little world. Standing and looking at Angela, “She has the motive, she has the power to find a good forger, and she has the money to pull it off!”
As I turned to go have a friendly chat with Frankie, Angela stopped me, “No love,” she said resting her hand on my shoulder. “Let me go instead.” I started to object but she shushed me, “Number one, she is not after me and I can get to her better then you. Number two, I am made of metal, nothing she or her thugs can hurt me. Finally yet importantly, you need to stay and take care of Lady Heather. She is your responsibility.”
I sat heavily on the chair; I really hate it when she uses logic against me. “Your right Angela,” I said resigned. Looking up at her I said, “Please be careful.” I watched as Angela grabbed her trench coat and left. Standing I made some scrambled eggs for Heather and myself. I had to spoon-feed her. It seemed she had lost the ability to do anything except lick and give pleasure. Every time I tried to talk to her about how the package arrived, she would distract me. I was just coming up for air when I hear Angela’s voice call out. Buttoning my blouse, I hurried out to the living room.
“Oh my god!” I said in dismay at the sight of Angela standing there with two figures wearing cloaks and masks. By the build of one, I knew it to be Frankie Desalvo and the other I was willing to bet was my former receptionist. Dropping heavy to the couch I looked at Angela before resting my head in my hands sadly. In only what seemed a moment three sets of hands were caressing my body. I looked up to tell Angela to take them to the room but instead of her being the third, Lady Heather had followed me out of the bedroom. If trying to fight off one sex crazed woman was hard, fighting off three at once was a losing battle.
Soon we four were on the floor rolling around on the floor in an orgy of passion and lust. My love, Angela, whom I had forgotten all about, was standing off to one side watching with a frown. Now and then I would catch sight of her standing there not moving watching me. Instead of making me come to my senses it excited me even more. Some time after midnight I saw her finally move, she went to each of the girls and said, “time to let your mistress rest,” and lead them away. When we were alone she gathered up the two notes she had plus the receipt and other note and looked them over. Looking down at me, my clothes torn from my body, she said, “Logic dictates you are the guilty party. I have only one question though, why exclude me Samantha? You had to know I would see through the innocent act.”
I looked up in surprise at Angela. I had expected her to give me a lecture about ethics. Never in my wildest dreams had had I thought she would believe I would do this thing. “But… I didn’t do it Angela,” I said protesting my innocence. “Please believe me.”
Angela looked at one of the papers and read, “Frankie, my sweet pet, I want you to wear this every night as you worship my panties before you go out and dance. ~Samantha” She looked down at me, “Only three people knew what happened that night. You, me, and Frankie.” She flipped to the other paper, “Rachel, Though we are no longer together, I will always cherish the weekend we spent together in New Orleans. Please wear this when you think of me. ~Samantha” She again looked at me, “Only you and Rachel knew of your trip. How could I know, I had not been created yet.” She reached a hand to help me to my feet and handed me the papers, “In all three cases you are the common dominator.”
I looked at the notes, again like the first, they were written on green paper, purple ink, and had my handwriting. I looked at Angela, “But I don’t... I could not… I did not do it love.”
Angela looked at me a long time and said softly as she caressed my cheek, “I believe you, Logic says you are guilty. I believe, that you believe, you are not guilty and will help you find the truth.” She paused a long moment before adding, “No matter what it is.” She shrugged on her trench coat and headed to the door, “You get some rest, and I’m going up to the office to check the records.” I jumped up to stop her but a raised eyebrow stopped me in my tracks, “Or is there some reason you don’t want me to look in the office Samantha?”
“No… I…” I stuttered and then looked down at the floor, “I was hopping you would come to bed with me and snuggle.” The sound of the front door closing was answer enough. I have had low days in my life, but nothing comes close as low I felt at the sound of the door closing. In our bedroom, on a shelf was a stuffed bear looking ragged and all alone.
When I was a child, my mother bought it for me it was her final gift, and my most prized possession. Then the night of the accident, my father told me what happened, I clung to it crying and grieving. Ever since then in times of troubles, I would take the bear and clung to it feeling it connect me to my mother. The bear would never be far away nor would the memory of her mother.
When I grew up the bear was put on a shelf and forgotten, like all childhood things. Then, the night of the accident, Angela and I had confronted my father over my sexuality and love for her. Words flew thick, words that could never be taken back. We stormed out, hand in hand and drove away, at the last moment before we left I grabbed the only link I had left with mom, the bear.
I now sat on the bed holding the bear in the darkened room. It’s singed and bloodstained body looking almost as bad as I felt inside. I crawled under the covers still dressed and cried myself to sleep clutching the bear just as I had as a child. I dreamt of happier times, of Angela coming to bed with me, setting the bear off to the side and ravishing me. Then, there were several Angela’s all making love and telling me it was okay.
I do not know what woke me but as I opened my eyes, I was surrounded by three porcelain-covered women, who were snuggling like a litter of kittens against their mother. Of my clothes and bear, there was no sign. Getting up I gave the sluts chores to do to keep them busy while I cleaned up. I found the clothes ripped by the side of the bed. Of the bear, it was under the bed. Just as I reached for it, I noticed Angela standing in the doorway holding a stack of case files. Not looking at the bear, I reached and found a piece of paper under my fingers. Pulling it out in confusion, I looked at it. On it was a list of names, the top three of which are wandering around the house playing “Debby Domestic.”
“What were you trying to hide Samantha?” were Angela’s first words to me. She walked over to me and set the folders down on the bed. Sitting down next to them, she plucked the page from my unresisting fingers and looked it over. Like the others, it was on green paper and written in purple ink by my hand.
As she said each name, she looked through the folders and dropped it on the floor before me, “Lady Heather Gramn… Heather was the woman cheating with Lucy Franks husband that you covered up.” The case file hit the floor with a loud thump, sounding as if it were an executioner’s axe.
“Frankie Desalvo… Underworld connection rented a pleasure bot to my brother, and who you turned into a slut who worships your musky scent.”
“Rachel Underwood… your receptionist, one time lover, and the woman you consoled or should I say seduced, when you found her missing boyfriend dead in bed with another man.”
“Carol Smith… Skip trace that you found for Acme Loans. She, you let off after a few nights of fun and reported that you could not find her.”
“Colleen Johnson… She cleaned out a jewelry store and you were hired to find her by the insurance company.”
“Billie Newmann… Inheritance investigation that awarded her 100 big after you cleared her.”
“Crystal Hunter… Madam Crystal runs an escort service and needs coverage for her clients now and then. In return you had her at your beck and call 24/7 while you and she worked together.”
Tonjala Green… Erotic dancer who you had a fling with while working undercover. You exposed an extortion racket that she, her sister, and John Griff ran.”
“Asley Griff… Married to John Griff, and in extortion racket with her sister Tonjala.”
“Amiee Catlin… Another skip trace that you could not find after a long weekend in Vagas with her.”
“Sue Lessin… An accountant accused of using two sets of books.”
“And last but not least, Angela…”
There were a few files left of the bed but the mast majority lay before me scattered. “Logic dictates you have to cover your tracks Samantha, so your dirty laundry does not come back and haunt you.” She dropped the paper on top of the pile, and sat once more on the bed looking down at me. “I notice there are checkmarks by each name except mine,” she said after a moment. “Should I expect more… guests?”
I looked at the pile before me. Each thing she said was true but twisted so it seemed worse then it was. Take Tonjala and Asley for example. John had a strangle hold on the other two and made them do it. They were nothing more then pawns and beaten women. I looked up at Angela and the look on her face devoid of emotion killed me inside.
I knew then she would never believe me. The evidence was too damming. Hell, even I began to wonder if I were the guilty party. Curling up in a ball, I sobbed in abject misery. One hand reached under the bed, retrieved teddy, and I clung to it crying and feeling lost. Some time later, I felt Angela’s arms pull my head to her lap on the floor next to me. I clung to her and teddy, just like a child would cling to her mother after waking from a nightmare.
Angela stroking my hair said softly as she comforted me, “I don’t care what you did or why Samantha. I love you.” I looked up at her and she continued. “I will go and collect them all for you. Help you cover your tracks love.” She paused and looked away from me before saying what I knew she would say, “But once I have collected your porcelain sluts and returned with them. You have to turn me into one of them or I will be forced to turn you in.”
Looking up at Angela I knew she was good as her word. I had to solve this before she showed up with the last woman. The ticker was running and I had to work fast. Getting up I showered and by the time I got back out she was gone. Gathering the three porcelain women I gave them quick instructions to make the others Angela would be arriving with welcome and to thank Angela in the best way they know how for retrieving each of their new sisters. It was my hope that they would be able to slow Angela down and give me more time.
As I rushed out of the house, I thought back on the couple of folders that were left on the bed. I would have to look at those later. First, I needed to see Jimmy and find out if he has any answers. I reached his store just as he opened up and taking his arm walked back to the counter. “What did you find out?” I asked quickly.
Jimmy looked at me, “What? No good morning? No did you sleep well Jimmy?” He walked around the back of the counter and put on a pot of coffee making a big production of it. It seemed as if he was moving extra slow this morning.
“Damnit Jimmy.” I said harshly, “I’m under the gun and don’t have time to dick around. What do you know?” I should have known better to push Jimmy like that but my nerves were frazzled.
He acted as if he had not heard me and puttered around the shop turning on lights here and there. It was not until the coffee had finished dripping that he finally poured a cup for both of us and sat down on his stool behind the counter. Looking at me he sipped his coffee and said, “Good morning Samantha. Did you know you look like hell?”
I sat down on the stool across from his and rested my head on the counter sobbing softly. Jimmy hurried around from his side of the counter and stroked my back. I turned and clung to him crying against his chest. The events of the last two days came tumbling out as I told him what was going on. In the past, whenever I was facing a tough nut, I could talk it through with Jimmy the Geek and he would listen and guide me. Up until I found my past though, Jimmy would never let me touch him. Now I needed his strong comforting arms around me more then ever. Like the bear, he made everything seem like it was going to work out.
Jimmy’s first words to me after my telling was, “I believe you Samantha.” Looking up into his compassionate face I smiled slightly. In all the years I had known him, he had been like a big brother I had never had. “All better now?” he asked as he let go and moved back to his side of the counter.
Nodding I wiped the tears away, “Yes thank you.”
“As I see it, your problem breaks down into several parts. First the mask, the letters, knowledge of your files, why, and finally who.” He said sipping on his coffee. “So… Lets talk about the mask first.” He put on a pair of rubber gloves and retrieved the mask. Placing it on the counter between us he said, “What do you see?”
I looked at Jimmy. He always was able to cut through the bullshit when needed. Looking at the mask I said simply, “I see the mask… what is it? Drugs? Is there an antidote?”
Jimmy shook his head and flipped a switch. Over the mask a hologram of it appeared. Adjusting something the hologram zoomed and I could see the mask was made up of millions of tiny robot spider looking things. “Nanites” he said. “Billions of them, each one programmed to change the wearer on a molecular level.” He looked at me through the display and added, “Red, this is real blue sky stuff.” Turning off the display he said softly, “Sam, this mask is… brilliant class programming.”
“Brilliant class?” I asked. I hated it when people who knew assumed the rest of us knew what they were meaning.
Jimmy wiped his hand over his face, “Okay, let me see if I can give you an example.” He thought for a moment before saying, “Ok think about a robot. They have a set of programming and follow it. Now think about Angela, she learns as she goes and modifies her programming.” He reached but did not touch the mask. “That’s what this is mask is. It learns what is wanted and modifies the wearer.”
“Who makes these things?” I asked still trying to get my mind wrapped around the idea of smart nanites the size of a tip of a needle.
“You’re not going to like this Red.” Jimmy replied, “There is one maker and it seems a Dr. Sam Spade ordered 12 of them for research in behavior modification for St. Judes mental hospital. I called them and there is no Dr. Spade on the staff and they did not order behavior masks as they are known.” He paused and then continued, “I hacked into their shipping records and found they were delivered to a post office box. I then went and hacked into the postal service and found the owner of the box.” Not meeting my eye, he stopped.
“Let me guess, I own the box.” I said wearily. He nodded. “Damnit, everything leads to a dead end.” I said frustrated. “How do I reverse the programming?”
Jimmy shook his head, “You can’t. You can go forward, but the bots are not able to remove any changes they made. That is one of the bugs in the system and has not been worked out yet.” He looked sadly at me, “I’m sorry Samantha.” He paused a moment and then pushed a piece of paper and pen at me. “I know how the notes you speak of were done. That part is easy, just write a little note to anyone and sign it as a personal note.”
I looked at him and took the paper. Pausing a moment I wrote a thank you letter to him for all his help. “Okay here you go.”
Jimmy barely glanced at it before putting it in a scanner. He typed some and after a minute, the printer hummed to life, spitting out a piece of paper. Holding it up he read it aloud, “Jimmy, my darling, I can not hold back my feelings anymore. Under the mask, I show the world I am but a little girl in your strong arms. I love you more then life it’s self, but fates have dealt us a different set of cards. Please take this mask, and wear it every so often, think of my devotion and love for you. Samantha” He handed me the piece of paper with a smile.
Looking at it, I was dumbfounded; it was my handwriting and signature on the paper. If I had not just seen it with my own eyes, I would have never believed it. Even the wording would have been something I could have said had I felt that way towards Jimmy. “Damn!”
Jimmy smiled, “If I had gotten that and the mask I would have put it on just to make you happy. One time wearing it and I would have been hooked for life.” He patted the printer and smiled, “you said purple ink and colored paper?” I nodded still staring at the paper. He loaded some paper into the printer and then typed a couple commands, again the printer hummed to life and he handed me another sheet. This time the words were purple and the paper green. “It is off the shelf software Sam, nothing special.”
I looked at Jimmy a thought going through my mind, ‘he could have done it all to get me.’ I looked back at the paper and thought, ‘Jimmy has the expertise to pull it off and if the wording on the letter came from his heart then I have the motive, unreturned love.’ All in one shot, I knew whom, how, and why. I needed to get out of here alive, show these to Angela, and with her help figure how to stop him. Grabbing the mask and 3 pieces of paper, I smiled sweetly, “Thanks Jimmy. You have been a big help.”
Jimmy looked at me, “Red… you don’t think I had anything to do with this do you?”
I shook my head, “no of course not.”
“You are a worse liar then your dad was Sam,” he said not making a move. “I knew about you and Angela long before your dad did. If I wanted you, I would have told you that by wearing the mask in your hand, you could reverse the effects of the others. Then, when you put it on turn you into loving me passionately forsaking everyone else.” He paused and looked at me through his thick glasses sadly, “But you will note I did not. If I were the one who is framing you would I have helped you?”
I looked at the mask feeling guilty. Jimmy was my friend; He had helped me for many years. How did I repay him, by thinking that he was out to ruin my life? Looking up at him, “I’m sorry Jimmy. I don’t know what came over me.”
“It’s ok Red” he replied.
As I left, the small voice in the back of my mind still wondered if Jimmy really wanted me for more then a friend. As I drove to the house, one of my three questions had been answered. I now knew “how.” I needed to talk to Angela and even though she thought I was guilty, I needed her logical mind. Somehow, instead of going back to the house I ended up parked at the office. Going in I went and sat down behind my desk. I used to be able to do this before alone without Angela’s or Jimmy’s help. Now, it seemed as if I could not function without their help, “Face it Sam, your going soft.” I said. Taking out a pen and paper, I started going through my questions writing them out.
How
Motive
Questions
I looked over the list and knew I was missing something important. But, for the life of me I could not see what it was. All I needed was one break and I would be able to crack this wide open. My problem though was that even if I knew how and who and even why, how would I be able to function with twelve porcelain sluts distracting me.
I must admit I sat at the desk a long time looking at the mask, stroking it with my fingers. I thought about just putting it on and telling myself, “I am nothing more then a porcelain slut that lives for pleasure.” I was stumped, for the first time that I could remember I had no clue about where to go or what to do. Looking over the questions again, I knew I had to go home, to look at the folders, to examine the cloak once more. Perhaps there I would find my answer.
When I arrived home, I found a mixed blessing. On one hand, Angela was there and I could share what I had found out. However, at the same time there were three new masked women, bringing the total up to six. I did not expect her to work so fast. I had expected to have a week or so at least to solve this. At the rate Angela was rounding up the herd I had another day at most. She was in the middle of the floor in the living room with six women making love to her and each other. The scent of their passion weighed heavily in the air. I know she saw my entrance and after she beckoned me to join them, she returned to the pleasures she was receiving. I had to turn away and hurry to the bedroom, the sight of her and them together made me wet with excitement. If I had stayed, I would have become lost in the pleasure and joined the orgy.
Closing the bedroom door behind me I saw that all the folders were now sitting neatly stacked on the bedside table. Going through them, I pulled the four that Angela had not used in her accusations earlier. I would have loved to ask her what made her pull those four. However, considering what she was doing right now, I decided my questions could wait.
Glancing at the folders, I noticed they were all men. None of them stuck out in any way that I could see. “Damnit!” I said frustrated and threw them down on the floor scattering the pages like confetti. If I could not find a solution then I might as well don a mask and join in the fun. As I walked to the door, my eye caught a face in a picture from one of the folders. I stopped dead and stared at it. Bending down and pulling it the rest of the way out of the pile, I stared at it. “Of course!” I said as everything dropped into place. Sitting down I picked up the pages and went through the case. As I looked at it, the memories flooded back as if a dam had broken in my mind.
Several years ago, when I was first starting out, I was contacted by a John and Mary Sterling to find their missing daughter. She had run away from home at the age of sixteen and the police came up dry as to her location. By the time they called me, Cindy, their daughter, had been missing for almost 4 months. I would love to say finding her was a piece of cake, but it wasn’t. Any trail that she left had turned cold long before I ever came onto the scene. The only real information was a card she had sent to her best friend two months ago posted from New Orleans, Louisiana.
With the postcard and her picture in hand, I headed to the crescent city. New Orleans is famous for its French Quarter, and as the birthplace of Jazz. But it is also known for its underground flesh pots, where you can buy any type of sexual act if you have the cash. As you can guess, I found her working in one of the private houses. All of the patrons wore “Mardi Gras” masks to keep their identity secret. An ugly undertone to the house was that not only were the girls conditioned to do and desire anything, but when a guest entered the girl would use capture scent and make the patron give up any information that later could be used for blackmail or insider trading. It took time for me to find everything I needed to pull her out of there. I knew once we were out I would have to work fast or I would end up becoming a working girl like her.
I entered the house wearing a cloak and full-face mask to hide my features. Just outside of Cindy’s room, I used the capture scent, female version that I had purchased on the black market a few days before on my neck. I had decided that the only way to get her out was to do to her what she had been doing to others. Entering the room Cindy flowed towards me, moving as if she were a panther stalking her prey. I caught a hint of the male version of the capture scent just as she caught the female version I was wearing. Just as quick as she moved forward, she threw herself back. However, I was too quick and held her close. After a moment of two, she stopped fighting and stood limp in my arms.
I guided her over to the small bed and helped her lay down. Removing the mask I put it over her face and said softly, “So good to obey… Feel the mask consuming your mind, your thoughts, leaving nothing but a good girl slut for her mistress.” She nodded up at me and I could hear her breath coming fast. “You need to obey… the mask owns you, sucking everything out, turning you into a masked slut… nothing else matters but my pleasure.”
I repeated the words driving out her conditioning and cleaning her mind. I knew that we would have to work to free her from the new pattering I was placing. At least there, it would be safer. When I judged the mask consumed her, I had her stand, put the cloak on to conceal her body, and lead her out the door as if nothing was out of the ordinary. We made it clear of the house and back home. I had to keep her in the apartment for several days under the capture scent. Every time it wore off, she would try to head back to New Orleans. I kept the mask on her imprinting the idea that it was sucking everything out leaving her a hollow shell and a slut for her mistress. It took the better part of a week before she stopped trying to run away.
It took another week for me to put her back together again. When I was done, she was able to function in the outside world. I let her keep the mask so if any bad memories came along she could place it over her face and feel them being sucked out. Then I reunited her with her parents.
Now and then I would get a letter from her thanking me for my help and asking if she could come stay with me or at least visit. Each time I would beg off with an excuse. It was not until Angela came back into my life that the letters stopped. Looking back at everything, I should have seen it. The masks, the cloaks, a sales woman with her name, all pointed to Cindy.
Now that I knew who, and how, I just needed to figure out why and find her. The thoughts crossed my mind that she was out to ruin or join me as my porcelain slut. If the second were the case then she would be hidden as one of the masked women who will show up. Standing I went out to pull Angela away from her pleasure and share what I had found out. To my dismay, I found that she had already left to collect more names from the list. How long she had been gone, I did not know.
I don’t know how long I stood there enthralled watching the six women make love before one of them, Lady Heather, noticed I was there. Like a pack of puppies, they swarmed and pulled me into the room fully. Soon I was lost in the pleasure of their tongues and hands, I did not care that my clothes were ripped from my body. Time lost all meaning, I was fed in place, hand washed, and even dozed in the midst of a passionate love session. All too soon for my comfort, there were more faces added to the group. As a new girl was added, the others would induct her into becoming a good porcelain slut for her mistress. Then and only then she would be bought to me and prostrate herself. I was drunk with power over these women.
Finally Angela crawled up before me, her nude figure glowing with oil in the light, holding a mask. In her soft voice she said, “It is time… Take me, make me a porcelain slut for your pleasure.”
Not thinking or even aware I took the mask and placed it over her face. I kissed her lovingly and then taking her hand guided her to the others who had stopped and watched us. “Teach her well,” I said to them and moved to the couch to watch as my fingers caressed my swollen nipples and wet mound. They moved to Angela as with every woman before and seduced her with the pleasure the mask held. Even though her brain was cybertronic she too found the pleasure it offered.
When they were done with her, Angela crawled to me and rested her head against my feet. “What are you?” I asked looking down at her.
Without raising her head Angela said, “Your porcelain slut mistress.”
“Kiss me, worship my body,” I said the rush of having power over these women coursing through my mind. I felt her cold lips working their way up my body and to my mound. Since we had been together so long Angela knew exactly how to please me and brought me to a quick orgasm. My hands twined in her hair held her in place. I was not done with my burning need yet. Again, I orgasmed, my body twitched as if shocked. Releasing her head, I let her work her way up to my breasts, neck and lips.
Looking me in the eye she said in a whisper, “I love you Samantha, no matter what you did and why. I am yours now and forever, your porcelain covered slut and nothing more.”
Her words shocked me back to my senses. “What have I done?” I cried realizing I had transformed my love, my soul mate, into a mindless fuck bunny. I reeled with self-loathing as I pushed her away and ran to the bedroom. Slamming the door behind me I threw the lock and hurtled myself into the bed. Sobbing I ignored the tentative knocks at the door. I knew the sluts would be worried that they had done something wrong. Nevertheless, I could not bear to face them. I could not bear to face myself.
I had won the battle, solved the case and had a good idea how to get Cindy to show her self. But at what cost? Ten women were now mindless fuck bunnies as was my love Angela. Yes, I had won the battle, but had lost the war in the process. I had turned into the type of person I hated most of all, the type that would use and degrade others. The self-loathing filled me until it had driven everything else out. All the good I had done over the years helping others no longer seemed to matter.
Sitting up in the bed, leaning over to the bedside table, pulling out dads old Colt 45, I completed life and its cost. Tears were streaming down my cheeks as I pulled back the cocking mechanism. Placing the cold muzzle under my chin, I said in a brokenhearted voice, “Please forgive me Angela, I’m sorry Daddy,” and pulled the trigger.
The sound of the door crashing open cause me to jerk the trigger and instead of blowing my head off, the bullet grazed my cheek on the way to the stars. Angela screamed, “No” as she ran at superhuman speed across the room and knocked the pistol from my hand before I could fire again.
With one hand, she whipped off the mask and threw it to the side. Hugging me close she said through hot tears, “I’ll not lose you again Samantha.” Over her shoulder, I saw the mask had cracked down the middle. Closing my eyes, I hugged her back crying as if I were a baby. Without moving away from me, she said, “You others… Out! And close the door behind you!” her voice commanding.
Angela held me close stroking my hair as I sobbed. Once I had got over my crying jig, she held me at arm’s length and said, “What were you thinking?” She stood and walked over to dad’s old 45 and picked it up. Looking down at it, she said in a quiet voice, “Did you think that this would solve the mess you started Samantha?” She looked towards the broken door, “What about the eleven women whose lives are as cracked as my mask now. What about them?” Looking at me, I could see the anger in Angela’s eyes threatening to explode, “What about them?”
Shaking my head, “I didn’t do this.” I started to say but Angela would not listen. I knew I had to get her to listen otherwise I might as well be dead. Standing I crossed and spun her around to face me. “Listen to me damnit. You say logic dictates I am the guilty party. But refuse to listen to the other side of the argument.” When Angela tried to move away, I held her. I knew that she could break my hold anytime she wanted to, “If after I am done, you decide that I am guilty. I will do anything you want, even if it means wearing a mask and becoming nothing more then a porcelain slut.”
“Ok I’m listening,” she said setting the 45 on the dresser behind her.
I went through everything I had found out from Jimmy. I thought briefly about leaving out how they were ordered but decided that if I did then she would find out from Jimmy and I would be sunk. It took a good thirty minutes to go through everything I found out. I told her all about Cindy that was not in my official report. When I was done I was breathless, “That’s all of it. My guess is that Cindy is hiding behind one of the masks out there.”
Angela did not say anything for a long time. She went over to the mask she had worn and picked it up. As she came walking back to me I could see that the crack had healed it’s self. Looking me in the eyes she said, “You said you would wear this if I decided this was best for you?”
I looked at her, closed my eyes, and nodded, it seemed as if I had lost the power of speaking.
“That’s what I thought,” she said and with a quick motion grabbed the back of my head with one hand and held the mask to my face with the other.
I held still, not fighting the mask or her. If this was to be Angela’s will then by the love I had for her I would allow it to happen. The porcelain felt cool and I could almost feel the millions of tiny spiders bonding with my skin. My face tingled a bit but other then that I did not notice any change. After a few minutes, I opened my eyes and looked at Angela. I was stunned that even after showing her what had really happened she still condemned me. I could see her moving her lips but for some reason she was not speaking. I looked at her confused but for some reason it did not bother me.
Angela pulled the mask off my face and said, “Now then, how do you propose to find this Cindy of yours?”
It felt as if my world had been turned inside out. A part of me was missing and Angela held it in her lovely hands. My hands started to reach for the mask to place it back on my face but Angela moved it behind her. “No Samantha!” I could not think all I could do was focus on the mask. It was like being addicted to heroin and needing a fix. Angela smiled in a disturbing way, “I thought that since you were a hybrid, part machine, part human, you would be affected like I was by the mask.”
I looked up to Angela’s face, “yes… I know the need,” I said slowly. If I could have moved her out of the way and gotten the mask, I would have thrust it on my face once more. Shaking my head to clear it I tried to think. Up until now, I had not given it any thought and needed to think fast. The vague outlines of a plan came to me and pacing back and forth a bit I padded it into place. The whole plan hinged on the fact that the masks were not solid. Turning back to Angela I said, “Come with me and we will see if I can pull a hat out of the rabbit.”
“Hat out of rabbit?” Angela asked confused.
I went to the broken door and said not looking at her or the mask I so desired, “Anyone can pull a rabbit out of a hat. But it takes rare talent to pull a hat out of a rabbit love.” I walked out into the living room. Before my eyes, I saw kneeling on the floor all eleven nude and masked women, sobbing and clinging to each other. “No need for tears my sweet sluts… That was just a test of your devotion,” I said walking in with purpose.
Before they could swarm me and pull me into their lust filled embraces I held up my hand. “Now porcelain sluts, I want you to lay on your backs, close your eyes and relax.” I waited until they did so without looking at Angela. “In this room is one who,” I paused for effect, “not a good girl.” I could hear the sharp intake of their collective breaths. “She sought to bring me down, but tonight she will be unmasked.” I paused again and smiled, “But enough about a bad girl… I want to reward my good sluts for their concern.”
I walked around them and stood across the room from Angela. “Feel the mask’s sinking into your skin and taking up residence below. Feel the mask becoming your face, flesh colored and flexible.” I said. I stood there and watched. I knew that the one who did not change was Cindy. She would want to be able to see her handiwork in action instead of being caught up in it.
To my horror, each of the masked seemed to fade and I could see the serene faces of the eleven women lying on the floor. To add insult to injury none of them looked the slightest bit like Cindy. I looked at Angela with sick horror. I knew she would be sure now that I was guilty. My only real suspect turned out to be a dead end. I sunk down into the easy chair and held my head in my hands. I was lost and had no idea of what to do or where to go. It seemed so real I was so sure that she was behind it. Everything pointed in her direction. But if she was not here then where was she I wondered.
I looked up at Angela across the room. Unspeaking she held up the mask and cocked her finger at me. “one moment more.” I said to her and then with a sigh said, “Each of you are forever more my porcelain sluts. But you will be able to go back to your old worlds and act as if everything is normal. No one will ever be able to tell that you are anything more then what you seemed before. When the time is right, when the desire overwhelms you, you will seek out each other and love them, as you would make love to me. If this does not help you will come to me and offer your devotion.”
Angela spoke up, “You will never be able to speak of anyone of this, it will be our little secret my sisters. When you find others who need to be added, you will bring them here so that we may intergrate them into the sisterhood. But remember always, Samantha Spade is our goddess, or mistress, and must be protected at all cost.”
As Angela spoke they all looked at her and without a glance in my direction nodded, “Of course sister, we must protect our goddess and mistress” they replied as one.
It was eerie to see them interact with each other like that. I had to get them out of the house and said, “Go now, take your cloaks and leave me.” I watched as each woman picked up a cloak and left, some walked together holding hands and others their arms around each other’s waist. When it was just Angela and I left in the house I said sadly, “I was so sure she was the one love. I know you do not believe me Angela, but I did not do it.”
“There, you are covered and protected Samantha.” Angela said as she moved to the couch and sat down across from me holding the mask in her hand. She patted the couch beside her and said simply, “one of us will wear this mask my love. Will it be you or will it be me?”
I got up and sat next to her. “I will wear it,” I said my voice half longing and half scared. I took the mask from her fingers and placed it against my face. It took only a moment to feel the tingles from the nanites as they bonded with my skin.
“Let the mask become part of you, feel them merging with your body” Angela said softly as she took my hand in hers.
I closed my eyes and leaned back letting the change happen. The fear I felt before disappeared, and was replaced with euphoria.
“You are our porcelain mistress, owner of your porcelain sluts and goddess of the sisterhood.”
I could feel the thoughts take root. I knew on one level that this was not true. Nevertheless, with each breath the words became real. I WAS a porcelain mistress and a goddess. I heard a soft whimpering from somewhere and opened my eyes. At first, I thought it was Angela but it seemed to come from somewhere else. “Who is making that racket?” I asked standing up distracted from the change, which Angela was forcing on my now willing brain.
The sound seemed to be coming from the hall closet. I opened the door and found a masked figure tied up on the floor. I looked back at Angela in confusion. When she just looked at me and did not react, I leaned down and pulled off the mask from the bound figure. “Well hello Cindy” I said, “I knew it had to be you behind this.” I turned back to Angela, “you knew!” I reached up to rip off my mask but only felt skin under my fingers.
Angela sat there and gave a slight smile, “She showed up on her own. But her mask was different then the others. We could tell she was an outsider. Therefore, when you ran to the room we jumped and tied her up. The plan was to offer her to you once you regained your senses as our mistress.” She looked at the broken door jam and added, “When I heard you cock the 45 I knew you would never follow your destiny willingly.”
I looked at Cindy and then back at Angela, “So what do I do with her?”
Angela smiled, “Close your eyes and feel the mask form on your face, pull it off and place it on her face. Let her feel the pleasure of becoming your porcelain slut.” I closed my eyes and felt the mask forming on my face. I reached up and pulled it off. On one hand, I was holding it and on the other hand, I felt it still under my skin.
Opening my eyes, I looked down at Cindy. She lay there helpless shaking her head no. I could not bring myself to make her wear the mask. Looking back at Angela I said softly, “I can not…” I expected her to explain logically why I had to. However, her reply was like a sucker punch and caught me off guard.
“Just think how nice it would be having her lick and worship your cunt until you pass out from cumming.” She paused and whispered, “Two porcelain sluts here at your beck and call twenty-four a day.”
I felt the throb of pleasure as I imagined Cindy groveling and pleasing me. With a quick motion, I thrust the mask on her face and said, “Now my sweet you are my porcelain slut. Now and forever living to please me.” Standing I closed the door leaving her tied in the closet. It was then that I realized that Angela said two porcelain sluts. “Who else?” I asked dumbly not understanding.
“Me” Angela said with a smile. “You don’t think I would let you have all the fun and pleasure of the mask do you love?” She took me in her arms and nibbled on my neck. “Please mask me, let me become one of your sluts.”
Kissing Angela I pushed my tongue into her mouth. As our tongues danced, I imagined the mask flowing from under one skin to under the others skin through our mouths. The feeling was more erotic then anything else I had ever felt. It was like a mind orgasm and I would have fallen if she had not caught me. Breaking off the kiss I said, “You are my porcelain slut, my wife, my soul mate, but most of all you are a slut for your mistress.”
Angela smiled and rubbing up against me said in a seductive voice, “of course mistress, I would not want it any other way.”
“Now then, why don’t you gather up your sister,” I gestured at the closed door, “make sure she is ready for me, and then we can discuss your future duties in the bedroom. You both will be allowed to show how much you love and need me.” I said as I caressed her face.
Turning away, I walked back to the bedroom. So, it had been a plot by Cindy to screw me over after all. But sweet Angela had turned it into her own plot and made me what I am now, a porcelain goddess and mistress over the sisterhood.
The End… or is it?
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