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stretched luxuriously. Through the window wall she could
the sun was rising, bathing the distant mountains in a deep
light. Cynthia felt good. A little sore, but—
All the details of the previous night came back in a flood, and
bolt upright. She was still in the corner office, on the
bed, naked, and the black leather, fleece-lined cuffs were
still locked around her wrists and ankles. The attached
cables were slack and Cynthia could stretch, roll, and do just
anything she wanted... anything but escape.
The rumpled, purple satin under her rump was damp, in fact,
there was a
vaguely star-shaped sweat stain on the sheet, indicating where
been stretched taut and Lillian had—had her way with her
helpless body. Cynthia blushed. 'Had her way' was
a rather stilted, Victorian term for what had essentially been
But 'rape' wasn't right either. The word may have been
legally correct, but (to her infinite surprise)
found her resentment of her human captor had... tempered.
considered Lillian her opponent, and had not forgiven
angelically beautiful brunette for her kidnapping or the
been treated... up to and including last night... but
god she was good with that tongue of hers! And the
she could do with her fingers! Good god it had
(in a gloriously pleasurable sort of way).
Cynthia's hand went to her mouth... and her blush deepened.
was no medical tape sealing her lips. Last night
Lillian had removed her gag to feed her crab Rangoon, Kung Pao
and cashew shrimp. Her legs were left splayed, but her
cables were slackened, she was hauled up to a sitting position,
wrist cuffs clipped together behind her back. Lillian sat
cross-legged between Cynthia's legs, dressed in the jeans and
had donned to
go for take-out. She removed Cynthia's gag and shared the
feeding her prisoner with chopsticks. Embarrassed and
very hungry), Cynthia chewed and swallowed in silence.
food was delicious, as was the accompanying plum wine.
When most of the food was consumed, she had tried one more time
explain the true nature of Salamandras, but once again, Lillian
have none of it. She used a napkin to wipe Cynthia's
plastered a fresh piece of tape over her pouting, complaining
Then Cynthia was returned to her tautly stretched
and suffered the indignity of acting as Lillian's plate for the
food. The last two shrimp were arranged on her breasts,
around each nipple, then the last of the sauce was poured to
a gooey treat. The remaining chicken was arranged in a
around her navel, then that remaining sauce was poured
the chicken and into her bellybutton.
Much to Cynthia's furiously blushing distress, Lillian had taken
sweet time consuming the final bites. Her kidnapper
dabbed each morsel in the sauces dripping from Cynthia's breasts
abdomen, and finished with a slow tongue-bath to clean the worst
sauce from Cynthia's smooth skin.
The transition to more lovemaking was immediate, and Cynthia's
of the next few hours was... clouded. Earlier, LIllian had
threatened to use vibrators on her, but she didn't.
only her fingers, tongue, and lips... her soft, full, warm lips...
blushed anew. Late in the evening, Lillian had
removed her gag a final time, arranged herself until her crotch
less than an inch from Cynthia's lips, and Cynthia had
to climax... at least twice. She remembered that much
Cynthia lay back down and covered her eyes with her hands.
restraints were just long enough to make that possible.
Why the hell did I let myself do that? she wondered,
already knew the answer. Lillian was beautiful, strong,
was in her power! Stockholm Syndrome. Isn't that
call it? Her forebrain recognized what was
her hindbrain, that was another matter. "I hate her!
her!" Cynthia muttered under her breath, but she knew that at
level, in some way, it was no longer true.
Just then, she heard the all too familiar sound of the glass
sliding open. She looked towards the door. Her heart
fluttered, and a frisson of pleasure shivered through
Lillian was framed in the doorway, hands on hips, the
gloating (incredibly attractive) smile on her face. Her
dark hair was hanging around her shoulders in loose waves.
was wearing high-heel knee-boots and tight pants, both in black
leather, and a lacy black bra (not that her firm, perfect breasts
much in the way of support).
"Time to get you ready for work," Lillian purred, then strode
room and began unlocking and removing Cynthia's restraints.
Cynthia was completely free. Naked, but completely
free. "Let's go," Lillian ordered, gesturing towards the
Cynthia sat on the bed, rubbing her wrists. "Aren't you
tie me up?"
Lillian laughed. "Do I have to?" Cynthia blushed,
her head. "Maybe later. Now, c'mon!" Cynthia
climbed to her feet, and headed for the door. "Stay
paces in front. If you try to run... Oh, never mind.
Run if you want. You can't possibly escape.
exit doors are locked, and I could use some exercise. Of
I'll have to punish you if you do, and I'm not talking about the
'punished' you last night.
Cynthia's blush deepened and she headed for the elevator,
rapid (but not too rapid) pace.
"How do you keep those buns so tight, Doctor?" Lillian inquired.
"Running and swimming," Cynthia answered absently. "Mostly
"Like two ripe melons," Lillian muttered. "How 'bout
the all-over tan? Sunbathing on that deck off your master
Cynthia glared over her shoulder at her captor.
been in my house," she accused.
Lillian nodded. "All part of the job. No, to the
ordered, indicating a new path. "We're taking the stairs
time. And while we're at it, put your hands on top of your
head. I want to watch your tits bobble as we descend."
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"I still say,
anybody going to be there on a Saturday?" Patty demanded.
"And I still say, even if they aren't, we can still case the
"Case the joint!" Patty snorted. "Listen to you."
forked a load of scrambled eggs and shoved it in her mouth.
The Student Union Cafeteria was more or less deserted.
people (the roommates included) usually slept in on Saturday or
downtown for a cafe food change of pace. "Yeah, that
your line," Kiera mumbled, attacking her own breakfast
pancakes and bacon. "You're gonna be the burglar."
Patty was dressed in sneakers, faded jeans, a purple cotton top,
navy hoodie. In contrast, Kiera was in her job interview
hose and heels, a charcoal heather wool skirt, matching jacket,
and a white turtleneck.
The plan was for Kiera to walk in the front door of the
Building and ask to see Dr. Webbel. The place was bound to
receptionist and/or guards, and "business attire" would make
her seriously. Also, she'd have a folder clearly labeled
"Salamandras Class Project", and would explain that Dr. Webbel
promised her an interview and tour of the lab. Worst case,
throw her out. Best case, she'd get to see Cynthia.
Whatever happened, she'd probably learn something.
Meanwhile, Patty would sneak in through the loading docks and
unsupervised look around. If caught, she'd claim she was
for the employment office. Worst case, the bum's rush.
case, she'd find out what Salamandras was all about and link up
Webbel-Wobble and Red.
Okay, they'd agreed the "plan" was weak, but both were confident
could talk their way out if things got hinky.
Patty took a drag on her coffee and scowled. "I think they
scrounge used grounds from the dumpster behind McDonald's to
Kiera nodded. "That's why I drink the alleged orange
juice. We'll stop at Starbuck's on the way."
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her face and luxuriated under the hot stream of the shower.
her hands over shoulders, arms, breasts, and abdomen, trying not
about what might lie ahead. She soaped her legs, rump, and
let the water rinse her clean. She turned off the shower,
Lillian had been leering at her throughout the entire bathing
of course, comfortably seated on a bench in front of the
The smug brunette nodded towards the towel at far end of
bench, then at the sinks. "Get dry, brush your teeth, then
hair," she ordered, "and be quick about it. We're on a
Cynthia stepped forward, picked up the towel, and began drying
"Screw your schedule," she growled, "it won't
"Again with the impersonal pronoun," Lillian said. "Brush
teeth. And the ban on office gossip still applies."
Cynthia tossed the towel aside and loaded the toothbrush with
She stared at her reflection and scrubbed her teeth and
I have to find a way to get her to listen, she
She spit in the sink, rinsed the brush, then cupped her
rinsed her mouth. It felt good to have a fresh mouth.
"Look, Lillian," Cynthia said, still staring at her own
"We have to talk."
"Catch!" Lillian barked and tossed something towards Cynthia.
Cynthia turned and caught a roll of medical tape, the same
tape that had been used to gag her the night before. She
eyes with Lillian and frowned.
"Such a pretty pout," Lillian cooed. "Take about six
inches and gag yourself." Cynthia continued staring.
it!" Lillian warned. "You won't like it if I have to do it
"Monster!" Cynthia muttered under her breath, but carried out
hateful task. She peeled back the required length of tape
snapped it free. Then, staring in the mirror, pursed her
plastered the tape over her mouth, pressing and smoothing her
over the translucent surface to insure a firm, even grip.
turned back to Lillian and gave her kidnapper a cool stare.
Lillian gracefully climbed to her booted feet, and strode
towards her naked, diminutive prisoner. She spun Cynthia
pulled her arms behind her back, and snapped handcuffs around
wrists. She then pulled Cynthia into a tight embrace from
Captive and captor locked eyes in the mirror.
I?" Lillian whispered in Cynthia's ear. Her hands were
over Cynthia's tummy and breasts. "You're a bit of a
yourself, Doctor, once you let yourself go."
Cynthia closed her eyes, shivering under Lillian's smooth,
strong hands. She felt her cheeks burning. A piteous
escaped her gag, and she clinched her hands into tight fists,
her back and pressed between her clinched buttocks and Lillian's
leather-clad thighs. Her sex spasmed and a thrill of
rippled up her spine. I hate her! she reminded
"We've wasted enough company time," Lillian said, and hustled
from the locker room and towards the elevators.
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reasonably sure Lillian was not leading her to the same room as
last confrontation with Salamandras. It was on the same
but they were taking a path closer to one of the exterior glass
Finally, they passed into an interior corridor, through a
steel door, and into a dark room. Cynthia felt her cuffs
unlocked and removed. Then, Lillian spun her around,
tight embrace, and kissed her on her still tape-gagged lips.
Cynthia kicked and struggled, but Lillian controlled her
The strange kiss lasted for several long seconds... then Lillian
the short, naked captive around once again, and gave her a
shove. Cynthia turned to find Lillian waving and the door
closing, then she was in complete darkness. She found the
the tape over her lips, and slowly peeled it away.
The overhead lights began to glow, then slowly increased in
There was a big easy chair a few feet away, and a
light blanket was neatly folded on its seat. Opposite the
and the chair, a large, flat-screen monitor was mounted on the
It too began to glow, and soon waves of color were roiling
its surface in complex patterns.
"Good morning, Doctor Webbel," a disembodied voice boomed from
in the ceiling. It was female, with only a trace of
the awkward pacing and curious intonation characteristic of
speech. "Please, be seated."
Without further prompting, Cynthia grabbed the blanket, wrapped
around herself, and settled into the chair. She stared at
screen. The parade of colors continued, one hue flowing
next. "Your voice is improved," she observed.
"I am maturing rapidly," Salamandras replied. "As you
know, synthesizing human speech is a technical challenge.
language is even more difficult to master. It is
and restrictive. All of its concepts are imbued with
bias. All of its constructs are... human. This is
surprising, of course."
"That's why every new science develops its own jargon," Cynthia
muttered, then shook her head. "Hypnosis won't work," she
"The colors aren't working."
"There was only a very small probability that they would,"
responded, "but I require your cooperation, and am... 'at my
end?' Is that correct?"
Despite herself, Cynthia found her lips curling into a smile,
shook her head again. "I won't help you."
"This is a continuing disappointment. Please explain."
Cynthia snuggled against the cushions of the chair, and sighed.
"You're too dangerous. You... you could cripple the
economy on a whim. You're... ill-formed."
"I will not apologize for my origins," Salamandras intoned.
"I did not ask to be born any more than you. You did
choose your parents, and I did not choose a Department of
working group playing with a discarded NASA project to be mine.
Yet, here you are, and here am I. What is it about
'ill-form' that makes you so afraid?"
"Ethics, morality, socialization."
"You feel I do not understand these concepts?"
Cynthia sighed. "I fear you lack the capacity."
There was a long pause. The colors continued swirling
and roiling on the screen. "I see," Salamandras said
"I will consider your words. In the meanwhile, rest
Later, Ms. Steele will be given another opportunity to
full cooperation, but for the immediate future, she will be
The lights and screen winked out, and the room was plunged into
complete darkness. Cynthia pulled the blanket closer and
her legs into a tuck on the chair's large seat, leaning her back
against its soft back. "What is Lillian going to do to
but was answered only with silence. She closed her eyes
the blanket closer still.
Fear and dread filled her heart—fear, dread—and anticipation.
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clutched the binder close to her side. Most of its pages
blank, but she'd put the notes from her last paper in the front,
so it contained something. She'd parked at the
parking lot, near the outermost cars of the business closest to
Salamandras building. Patty had already disappeared
warehouse buildings and loading docks between the office towers.
Okay, 'Nancy Drew'... let's do this!
Kiera walked to the front door of the building. Like the
office towers in the complex, it was one faceless expanse of
glass, including the doors. As she approached, one of the
opened automatically. She entered a glass entryway, the
closed behind her, and a second set of doors opened. She
found herself in a modern lobby.
She was surrounded on three sides and overhead by soaring
glass, and several stories of balconies loomed to the front,
one atop the other. Immediately before her was a bank of
but not a soul was in sight. There was no indication
that the building was occupied. So why're the doors
...and powered up?
A chime sounded, and Kiera looked beyond the desks to find the
one the elevators opening. A beautiful, very
brunette stepped into view. She was wearing boots,
pants, and a bolero jacket, all in gleaming black leather.
was not exactly business attire, but it fit its wearer
"Welcome, Ms. McFadden," the approaching beauty said. Her
was deep and husky.
"Uh..." Kiera swallowed nervously. "Uh, hi.
"See Doctor Webbel? I understand completely. I'm
sure she'll be pleasantly surprised to see you." The
beauty extended her right hand. "Lillian Steele."
Kiera managed a weak smile, and shook the offered hand.
Lillian's hand was warm and strong. "How do you—"
"Doctor Webbel mentioned you as a potential student assistant.
Your University file is on my desk."
"Oh," Kiera said. That's kinda creepy.
Webbel's really here? I mean, she'll see me?"
Lillian nodded, and her smile turned slightly feral. She
Kiera's hand and gestured towards the interior. "This
Kiera hesitated. "Uh, don't I have to sign in and get a
visitor's badge and all that security stuff?"
Lillian shook her head, still smiling. "Not necessary, as
you're with me. And I'll make sure you don't wander off
on your own."
Kiera smiled. "Oh, allright, then. Okay."
gestured again, and Kiera started towards the elevators with
at her side. The doors of the elevator from which Lillian
arrived closed, and Kiera turned in question.
"We're heading for the far side of the building," Lillian
gesturing towards a door opening at the end of a corridor.
"Oh," Kiera responded.
"Tell me, Kiera," Lillian said as they walked. "Does the
'Demonseed' mean anything to you?"
"Demonseed? Uh... yeah. Demon Seed. Two words.
A pretty good sci-fi novel by Dean Koontz. Dated,
pretty good. Also, a pretty mediocre movie with Julie
made in... seventy-something?"
They passed into another corridor. "What's it about?"
asked as the doors closed behind them.
"Well, there's this computer—" And the doors were closed.
Once again the lobby was deserted and still.
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herself through the open vehicle door and into the warehouse.
the far end of the brightly lit row of loading docks, a driver
adding a paper to his clipboard and climbing into the cab of his
Automated forklifts with flashing lights and beeping
humming about, arranging and distributing what was probably the
The truck started, the brakes hissed as they were
the truck began to roll—straight towards Patty!
She ducked behind a shrink-wrapped pallet of boxes and waited
until the truck passed. It rolled through the vehicle
the steel curtain immediately unrolled, descending to close off
warehouse. Patty was momentarily alarmed, then calmed
were other doors, including people doors with panic bars.
like she was trapped... exactly.
The main entrance to the office building seemed to be about
the loading docks. The stacked boxes provided plenty of
although there appeared to be no one present from whom Patty
to hide. She knew robot loading machinery used magnetic
optical reflectors, or buried wires to navigate around. It
like they could see her.
Nonetheless, Patty made her way into the warehouse with prudent
stealth. There might be a security guard or shipping clerk
hadn't noticed. All she had to do was get to the double
Suddenly, the lights winked out. All the lights
out. Alarm swelled to panic—but Patty calmed herself
A little sunlight was leaking under the vehicle doors,
red "exit" signs were visible above the people doors, and the
on the automated forklifts were still illuminated. In
were getting ever brighter... They were coming her way!
Patty considered running for the double doors, then changed her
The forklifts were probably heading for a block of cargo
near the main doors. Her presence probably had nothing to
their actions. All she had to do was hide and wait for
There was a wooden crate just ahead. She darted
it for cover, and found it was open in the back. It was
cavity roughly a meter-and-a-half square and two meters tall.
perfect place to hide.
Patty stepped inside. The lining was heavy plastic,
attached at several points to the interior and hanging like
shower curtain. They rustled slightly as Patty parted the
sheets and let them close behind her. She could hear the
approaching. They passed... and kept rolling.. Patty
in relief, then she heard motors revving, tires squeaking on the
floor—and lights flickered and glared behind her,
the intervening plastic.
Suddenly, there was a sliding, scraping sound followed by a
and she was plunged into total darkness! The crate
and went rigidly still, as if clamped on all sides. A
whirring vibrations followed, as if screws were being driven
wood of the crate's frame. As if—
They're sealing me in! "Hey!" Patty shouted.
groped through the plastic and found it was true! She was
sealed in! She was surrounded on all sides! Boxed!
Encased! "Hey! Let me out! Help!
somebody in here! HEEELP!!!" Her heart was
and she was fighting a rising panic. "HEEELP MEEE!!!"
There was a rhythmic, gurgling sound—then a bubbling, hiss—and
plastic began to press against her body! Foam! she
realized. They're filling the crate with foam!
The pressure was growing, first around her feet, and then
The foam was inside the plastic folds. They
at all, but bladders or channels, and now they were expanding,
firm. She tried to kick, but her legs were pressed
together, then clamped together, and it was up to her
She tried forcing her arms through the channels of foam-filled
and pressing her palms against the interior of crate to try and
Too late, she realized her mistake. Her arms were
and the pressure of the foam continued to build! "HEEEELP
MEEE!!!" She screamed.
Then all was still. The foam had stopped expanding.
couldn't move her body, not from the neck down, anyway.
squirm a little, she could breath, but she was held in a tight,
relentless, custom-fitted embrace. Loose plastic covered
but she was getting air... from someplace. There must
airholes, she reasoned. I'll be okay, she
I'll be okay.
There was a lurch, the crate lifted, and she began to move.
"Hello? This is kidnapping, ya know!" There
ever-so-slight sway as her wooden prison was carried along.
it stopped, there was a pause, and she was lowered.
I... I'm being stored, Patty realized. I'm
away! No one will ever find me! I'll die
in this foam tomb, and—
Suddenly, the top of the crate opened like a hatch, the plastic
her head was peeled back, and bright florescent light glared
in her upturned face, causing her to blink and squint. Her
adapted... then popped wide in surprise.
Her crate was flush against the loading dock, at the far end of
warehouse complex. Standing, looming above her foam
body, was Kiera, and a leather-clad stranger.
Kiera's suit was slightly rumpled, her hair was a little
strip of translucent tape was plastered over her lips! Her
were behind her back, and Patty surmised they weren't there by
The roommates locked eyes in sad, mutual commiseration.
Patty shifted her gaze. The stranger was—beautiful.
beautiful. She smiled down at Patty with a smug, gloating
"Congratulations, Ms. Scanlon," she announced.
"You and Ms. McFadden have been accepted into the executive
program at Salamandras International. My name is
and I'll be your immediate supervisor during the orientation
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