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Author's Notes: If you have any commentary on this or any of my stories or pictures, suggestions or ideas then email at arcane_x@hotmail.com. The more thought out and less vulgar the email the more likely I am to read it. As for the rest of my work on the net feel free to post and distribute as you wish so long as credit and the above address remains attached. This story follows on from 'Mind Games' with Christina Ricci
Her skin felt odd, tingling with something she didn't understand. She couldn't see or hear anything but she could feel herself being lifted somehow. She felt air on her skin, cool, almost crisp. Her skin felt wet. More than wet, slimy. Now she felt herself being lowered.
Her feet touched ground. It took a few seconds for her to get used to the sensation. It felt as though she'd been of her feet for some time. She heard a hum then a snap and slowly a helmet rose off from her head. She blinked a few times, getting her vision back from the
darkness. She looked about her, seeing only white walls. On one wall there was a body length mirror. She looked at herself.
She was covered, neck to toe, in a layer of gel, dripping off her. It clung to her skin all over but was slowly being pulled off by gravity. Her head and face were untouched by the ooze. She watched her chest as it rose and fell, naked, slimy breasts quivering ever so
slightly. She shivered as she felt a droplet of ooze run between her ample cleavage, down past her belly and towards the black mop of hair between her legs. She looked into the dark eyes reflected in the mirror, trying to find meaning in them.
She remembered... what did she remember? Lights. Sound. Touch. It was all so hard to recall. Her black hair was plastering slightly to her gooey shoulders but she ignored it.
A door opened. The naked girl turned to see the man who stood there.
"Hello Christina." Billy smiled.
She smiled back and ran to him leaping up and arming her slick limbs about his body, kissing him passionately. She loved the man with all her soul. The man who had kidnapped her, stripped her naked and brainwashed her in a tank of goo. Christina Ricci didn't care.
Four Months Later.
Being night time it was dark. Not quite as dark as it would have been in a country setting but dark enough for the shadows to hide the truth well enough. In the shadows of the ally a figure ran through the darkness, mixing into the shadows effortlessly. The shadow stopped at a metal door, looking over the lock for a second or two before choosing a metal device from a pocket and hastily picking it. The door slipped closed silently behind the shadow, by which time two flights of stairs had already been cleared. There were no lights on in the stairwell, not at two o'clock in the morning. Regardless of lighting the figure continued upwards. Stopping in the darkness that concealed it, the figure looked at the door marked with a 26. Through the black material of the mask two eyes peered into the dark hallway, seeing no movement. The lock was removed just as easily and the boots moved over the plush carpet just as easily as concrete steps. Stopping and removing a tiny light the black figure shone light over the doors, stopping when it reached the desired number.
26. 8
The third door took a little longer, special care taken not to make noise. The figure slipped through the apartment with silence, disturbing nothing. Finally the shadow reached the bedroom, shining the dim light over the bedcovers. Beneath their disordered folds a small form was visible. Silently the figure stepped towards the sleeper, careful not to disturb her. The shadow risked shinning the light over the features of the girl. The blonde hair, and smooth impish features were unmistakable. She wrinkled her eyes for a second and then rolled over but Claire Danes did not wake.
The figure looked over her for a second and then peeled the covers back gently. The girl was sleeping in a singlet and boxers, probably in the middle of the dream. A black gloved hand reached out and quickly slapped a palm sized disk on the sleeping girls head. It clung tight to the skin, emitting a quick, shrill whine, red light flashing.
Claire’s eyes flicked open in surprise but saw nothing. Already the neural inhibitor had done its work, removing consciousness from the young woman. The gloved hand reached out and gently closed the sightless eyes. Hoisting the slightly, unconscious girl over a shoulder the figure moved out of the apartment, making no sound, leaving no sign. Even with the extra weight they both got to the ally soon enough, moving through the darkness, twisting in the shadows until they reached a van. The figure slipped in silently, carefully placing the slim woman on the floor an closing the door behind them.
"Mission accomplished." the figure took of the mask, shaking the shoulder length black hair. The man started the van up, moving through the night. He couldn't help but sneak a peek or two in the mirror as Christina changed out of her black suit.
For her good work Christina was well rewarded. She sat on the chair in front of a desk, stripped to her track pants. Her breasts rested on a molded panel in front of her, electrodes covering their gel slick surface. Her hands griped tightly onto two handles in front of her and her eyes and smiling face were focus firmly on the swirling lights in front of her.
Periodically pleasure erupted through her sensitive skin and she shuddered slightly. Otherwise she was silent. Christina loved this treatment, perhaps more than any others. Billy had given her a higher setting because she'd been so useful tonight. Very useful in fact. Over the past four months Billy had become Christina’s personal trainer, secretive and protective but at least explainable. What was not known was just how much Billy was training her. Christina was madly loyal to him, loving him with burning passion. He barely needed to brainwash her any further. His maintenance was only to be on the safe side. He had been training her in other things too. Once he'd used his tank to break her mind, Christina became the perfect vessel for what he called TNT’s. Total Neural Training.
In sessions of an hour or two in the tank he could fill her mind with weeks, even months of training. The subject had to have been broken already of course so she fitted the bill. He
taught her martial arts, espionage tactics, covert ops and other secret activities. It was hard to imagine that the naked girl in the tank, body twitching as electrodes bombarded her with information, was actually learning. Chris loved it, for herself as much as him. He had trained her to be the perfect agent.
Her field run had proved perfect. Billy looked down at the table where Claire Danes lay on her back, still unconscious, now naked. Twin beams of red glided back and forth over her body, scanning every detail, top to toe. She was totally motionless, disk on her head still flashing. She wouldn't wake until the decided it was time to do so. As yet his machines were still processing. Once the physical examination had ended then the mental one could begin. Claire tried to think but failed. She wasn't awake yet. Not quite. It was like a waking dream. She was aware but there was no mind to back it up. She blinked but her vision was blurry. All she saw were lights, flashing strobing, spinning around and around. She was still do dulled to think of fighting them. They were so pleasant. So nice. Gently and without resistance Claire slipped from the darkness of sleep into the bright daze of infinity.
She sat in the chair, once again in her boxers and singlet. Light Velcro straps held her wrists and ankles and there was no pressure on those at all. Her gaze was focused unyieldingly on the screen in front of her, encompassing all her vision with bright hypnotic lights. Billy had brought her back to consciousness slowly so that she was unable to fight the hypnotic whirls. Now she was totally entranced by the lights.
"Claire?"
"..yes.." she spoke dreamily.
"How do you feel?"
"...I'm floating...."
"Does it feel good?
"...yes...."
"Very good. Just Relax Claire. Just Relax."
Billy slipped headphones over her ears and started the program. Essentially it would read her mind, recording her responses to various audio and visual stimuli. Occasionally it would ask her questions, her thin lips responding in a whisper. She was so deep in the trance that she would never lie. Soon every secret Claire had would be his. Billy softly massaged her shoulders, marveling at how tiny she seemed. Granted Christina had toned up and slimmed down over the past months but the enraptured blond in front of him seemed delicate and tiny. His approach with Claire would be quite different.
"She's responding well." Christina looked at the blond entranced with the images and sounds. She wasn't jealous. In fact she was no longer capable of jealousy. Billy had removed it from her almost entirely. It wasn't easy. It had taken hours in the tank and no end of orgasms to hyper stimulate her brain but the result were perfect. Christina Ricci was a better person than when she went into the tank. Sometimes he wished that he could use the machines on himself. But as yet he hadn't found a safe way.
"She certainly is." Billy replied as he stood beside the topless girl. Chris almost always walked about topless when in Billy’s workshop. Exposing her ample bosom gave her a freedom she loved, one that always bothered her in the outside world. Here she was free, both in body and mind.
"I'm sure you will succeed in helping her." Christina reached down and slung on a bra followed by a tee-shirt. "I have to go soon."
"I know. Such is the life of a big film star."
"Shooting will take forever. It'll be ages till I get back."
"I'll keep busy." Billy smiled.
Chris threw on a sweat shirt and headed for the door. "Christina!"
She turned back to him. "Think of me."
"I will." she smiled, knowing that her dreams would be full of Billy. She kissed him a passionate goodbye before walking out. Having watched her leave Billy turned back to Claire, still mumbling mindlessly to the screen. He would keep busy.
"Three jacks."
"Flush."
"Damn." Claire half yelled half laughed. She threw the cards down on the table and shifted her seat back as Billy reshuffled them. She lifted her arms and quickly peeled off the white singlet, too quickly as it happened and getting herself stuck. Now all she had left was her bra and boxers. Claire had never played strip poker but even for a first time player she was losing spectacularly. She didn't notice that Billy was cheating and he wasn't even cheating very well. Her lack of observation was excusable however, she was so drugged that she'd believe almost anything.
The mix was one of his own creation. There was a complex string of neural reaction but when it came down to it made the subject... goofy. Billy looked over to Claire who finally made her way out of the singlet and dropped it to the floor giggling.
She was having a great time. The reality of he situation had yet to be questioned, a simple explanation had put her to rest on the matter and they'd launched off in a game of strip poker. He knew all her vital statistics, clothes were easily supplied. Since they started she had lost both shoes, both socks, her jeans, her sweatshirt and now her singlet.
"Okay.. okay deal." she tried to suppress a smile but failed as she looked over the table.
Billy flipped out the cards, looking back at her with such intent that she almost started laughing again.
"Oh crap!" she yelled looking at her cards. "I mean.. oh good."
Billy smiled across at her.
"Give me three please. Three please." she rhymed again.
Billy spun the cards over to her, watching her eyes light up as she lifted them. Billy gave himself a single card then waited.
"Full house." she laughed triumphantly as she lay the cards on the table.
"Straight flush." Billy smiled back.
"What. No.. Crap."
Claire grumbled as she fumbled with her bra strap. she wasn't having much luck with it but it finally gave way and sprung off. Her small, perky breasts exposed themselves, delicate nipples resting in their center. She looked at Billy across the table, aware he was looking at her chest.
"Now the advantage is mine." she giggled. "Deal!"
He did so. Claire took four cards. Billy took two. She looked at them for a few seconds.
"Pair of aces."
"They certainly are Claire but what about your cards."
Claire took a second to follow his gaze to her body and then burst out into giggles, almost falling off her chair and dropping her cards in a flutter.
"Three Queens."
"Well I guess you win." She stood up from the chair and put a thumb into her waistband.
"You don't have to remove those Claire."
"Of course I do silly. It's the rules."
"If you want to Claire. If you want to."
She giggled again and pulled down her panties, kicking them across the room and spinning on her heel before leaping through the air in a mock ballet, her nude form gliding through the air. The more she danced the more she giggled. Billy just watched on, standing back as she bounced about the room and parts of her bounced in unison, whirling and running in endless circles, giggling all the while.
She stopped after about and hour. Less stopped as it were and more collapsed. By this time the drugs were wearing off and her mind and body had caught up with her. She stagger and tumbled over herself, not colliding with the floor only because Billy caught her.
"I'm tired." she half panted, half giggled, looking up at him through a sweat soaked fringe. The rest of her body was covered with the sheen which came with the physical activity she'd been doing. Billy picked her slight form up easily, carrying her to another room. Claire had no fear of being naked, still laboring under the induced reality he'd given her while drugged. He sat her on a stool on a white tiled floor. She hunched over, still puffing, hardly able to stay on it.
"HaaaaaH!" she gasped as Billy poured a bucket of ice cold water over her. The shock to her system kicked in instantly. Her breath increased and her muscles clenched.
"Wahh!" she exclaimed as a second bucket was poured over her, then a third. Gradually the blushing red cleared from her skin, her breathing becoming regular again.
"That was mean!" she accused Billy. She tried to stand up but her muscles were too sore.
"I think you need a massage."
"Will you carry me?" Claire asked like a little girl.
Smiling, Billy picked her wet body up off the stool and carried her to the next room. This one was warmer, with a massage table in the center. He lay her on her stomach and began to rub her shoulders, kneading the aches out as Claire moaned in contentment. The hypnotic interview had revealed that she loved massages, the longer and stronger the better. Billy was giving Claire Danes exactly what she wanted.
He started at her feet, pressing into the arches of her foot, gradually working his way up her ankles then calves then back and finally her shoulders. Billy spent time on each and every muscle, relieving her tension so softly, relaxing her more and more.
"Roll over Claire." he whispered softly into her ear and she complied dreamily.
Now she lay on her back, breasts pointing upwards, rising an falling with each deep breath. He started at her feet again then moved up her legs. His fingers glided softly over the darker hair below her stomach, only gently breezing past her smooth breasts before massaging her arms and shoulders yet again. Claire looked up at him, smiling. Finally he rubbed her neck, pressing on nerve endings. peacefully Claire slipped from consciousness.
The instant her eyes flicked open, fear shot through her like an electric shock. Last thing she remembered had been going to bed. Everything since then had been carefully blocked away from her conscious mind. She looked around her surroundings. Or rather the lack of surroundings.
Everything was white. Everything. There was no ground or roof, no horizon or vanishing point. Everything was pure white. Her own body however was clear enough. Claire was nude, apparently lying back.
However perhaps she was standing up. It was impossible to tell. There seemed to be no sort of gravity either. She was simply floating in a void. For a brief second she thought it might be dream but it was all too real for that. Dreams were hazy. This was crystal clear.
She felt for drafts but there was nothing. She waved her arms, trying to move but even if she achieved motion there was no way of telling it. She didn't feel like she was moving at all and there was no reference point for her to compare.
"Hello!" she called out hopefully. The cry seemed to vanish in every direction, no help in understanding her situation. Maybe she was dead. She wondered for a second. She seemed intact enough but it would explain a few things at least. She rolled over, or seemed to roll over, hair trailing behind her. The way it floated without dropping anyway made it impossible to establish an up or down.
Suddenly it was dark.
She blinked once or twice, trying to find any trace of light.
There was none. Her head started to whim, even more disorientated than before. She could hear the sound of her own breathing, feel the movement of her skin but otherwise there was nothing. She was totally alone. Then a tiny red light appeared in front of her. She reached out to touch it but it was beyond her reach. She couldn't tell how far beyond. It might have been mere centimeters, in might have been miles. She stared at the light, wondering what it's purpose might be.
As she watched it started to move. It slid across the darkness in random patterns. It made her dizzy trying to track it. Because it was her only point of reference she began to feel as if she was spinning around. Her disoriented body tried to steady itself but there was nothing to hold onto.
Then she noticed a second light swirling about her. Another point, tiny and blue, out of reach. This dot made her feel even worse. Now there were two ups, two downs. Nowhere seemed right anymore. The lights danced about her in seemingly erratic patterns as she tried to concentrate. It was no good though, she was getting dizzier every second.
Then a third light appeared, then a fourth and a fifth. Each one made her more and more confused. Faster and faster they appeared until finally there were thousands of them, above, below and all around her. Her was so dazed by the light show that she had to keep watching, even if it did feel like it was numbing her brain. The more she watched the more she came to appreciate the lights. While they were confusing they were also strangely appealing. It almost seemed as if they were moving and flashing in patterns, forming shapes and figures.
She didn't really notice when it started happening. It was so subconscious that it wasn't until she saw it that she became aware of her hand. It was sliding across her stomach, gliding up towards her breast. Even though she was now aware of it she did nothing to try and stop herself. Instead she moved her other hand into the same position, stroking her own pale skin. The delicate touch seemed, right, almost working in unison with the lights in front of her. They were nice to look at and she felt nice when she touched herself this way.
Slowly she ran her fingers around her breasts, winding around and around the soft flesh, spiraling inwards until they finally touched her nipples, now erect from the attentions she'd been giving herself. She began to strum the pink nubs, rubbing at her own sensitized tips. She looked down at her chest, fingers playing over the smooth domes, lights changing every second as the dots spun about her. Softly she began to lower her hand, stroking over her stomach and then going lower moving into the warmth of her crotch. Her other hand still teased her nipples and breasts and now a small impish smile was creeping over her. Her fingers probed through the soft hair, rubbing against her lips gently but still making her quiver with pleasure. It was right, she knew that, it was what she wanted, what the lights wanted.
Gently she parted her lips, slipping her finger into the wet warmth. Claire was a little surprised at how wet she seemed to be. Obviously her actions were following the wishes of her body. Even though she knew it was coming she couldn't help but squirm as she pressed her finger tip into her awaiting clitoris, standing ready for her attentions.
Then she pressed again, then again and again, gradually developing a rhythm, one in time with the pulsing of the lights around her. Her hand still massaged her own breasts, nipples perpetually excited by her actions. She bent her legs back, thrusting her slender hips in time with her hands pressures. She felt the sensation building within her, waiting beyond the lights. She slipped a second finger in, then a third, rubbing faster and harder with each stroke. Despite herself she found her breath becoming gasping, soft grunts emitting from her mouth each time she stroked her own tender bud. She could feel the pressure inside her, riding and rising until her hand seemed to be moving so fast that it blurred like all the lights.
Claire came.
Waves after wave of spasmodic pleasure erupted through her. Her fingers shuddered in time with the release, stimulating the core of the delight she felt. As the climax pleasured her body she gazed into the lights, their beautiful colors rushing unhindered through her wide eyes, directly to her brain. Finally the shaking subsided, her wet hand sliding backup over her skin, rubbing again at her nipples, still stiff after the orgasm. Through her breaths she inhaled the scent on her fingers, happy at the joy she had given herself. She looked up at the lights her youthful features entranced. She gazed at them and in kind they blazed back at her. Her fingers kept stroking her nipples, leaving drying trails over her skin. But it wasn't long before her hand began to slide below her breasts, lower and lower.....
At first she wondered if her situation was any more understandable than her last. She couldn't move and there was little sense of direction. Then she saw feet, feet walking towards her along the floor. Feet which were upside-down. Or rather upside-down to her.
Claire was braced inside a frame, ankles waist a wrists locked, hanging upside down. Her long hair had been tightly packed inside what felt like a skullcap. Her head was locked in place but she could feel easily enough that she was wearing only simple underwear.
"What is this?" she asked, wondering why there was less fear in her voice than their should be.
"Miss Danes. I wouldn't concern yourself with that. It's much too complicated."
"I mean what's going on?" she asked a little more angrily.
"I wouldn't worry about that either. Just relax."
"Relax. What is going on!"
She didn't get an answer. Instead she felt herself starting to sway back and forth. It was hard to make sense of the motion. Hanging upside down she was being rocked back and forth.
"What are you doing?"
"Do you remember these Claire?"
Her vision flashed and suddenly all she saw were thousands of lights, pretty lights flying around and around. Claire relaxed almost immediately, unable to fight the hypnotic pulses which had already rooted themselves writhing her mind.
"Do you like the lights Claire?" a voice asked from the lights.
"Yes."
"Do you love the lights?"
"Yes."
"Very good Claire. Are you wearing a bra?"
"Yes."
"Does it feel comfortable?"
Claire wondered for a second what it meant. Then she felt the warmth, the material massaging and squeezing her breasts just as she herself might have, teasing her nipples into erectness. Pleasure wafted through her, coupled with the power of the lights. Her own masturbation had been monitored, recorded by the computers which now knew exactly what she wanted.
"Do you like your tits Claire?"
"Yes."
"Are you wearing panties?"
"Yes." she answered is anticipation.
The warmth struck her there to. Somehow the warm energy flowed in towards her crotch, tenderly massaging her groin. She let out a sigh of pleasure, hardly aware that she still swung back and forth.
"Do you like me Claire?"
"No."
Warmth flooded her mind, the cap seemed to bath her soul in pure pleasurable warmth.
"Do you like me Claire?"
"No."
More warmth flooded in, drowning her reason in a flood of delight.
"Do you love me Claire?"
"Yeee.s.s.s.s." she replied, shuddering as an orgasm drove away the last of doubts. She would say the word many more times in the hours to come.
"So how was the weekend?" Christina walked into the room casually, already unbuttoning her top.
"Rather interesting."
"Was she easy to break?"
"Easy enough."
"And after that?"
"Frankly she was a little too easy. Too pure and angelic."
"Well I hope I'm not like that." Christina removed her bra, exposing her ample breasts.
"Not a chance."
"So where is she?"
"I sent her back home. Deep implants so that I can take her back in of course."
"Of course." she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Who knows, I might like to meet her some day."
"Perhaps." Billy kissed her waiting lips. "Perhaps."
Authors Note: For those wondering about the title it comes from Romeo and Juliet
THE END??
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