In this story text
marked ‘=’ is from the novel written by Louise Fairbank rather than being the
narrative of this story itself.
In
the Story
Part Two
Gabrielle
awoke. She reached out to try to
ascertain if she dreamt on. However, the
feel of cooling sweat and finding herself in her very unexotic South London
rooms suggested this time it was for real, whatever real meant any more. She lay there realising her heart was beating
very fast and she tried to calm her breathing.
The dream had been the most intense she remembered. More than that, it had closely followed the story
she had read precisely, rather than what was usually the case: things from
movies or books all jumbled up in what she dreamt. She clambered from bed and went to get some
water. She looked at her clock. There were three hours before she was due to
leave for work. Part of her wanted to
put Louise’s disk away and forget about it, but she found herself firing up her
laptop and heading to the part of the story where Louise, now Seressa, had been
bought by a man she simply knew as Terg.
Reading the scene where he took her for the first time in the small
chamber at the auction house, sent Gabrielle spiralling into an orgasm. Any concerns at continuing with reading the
story were dismissed quickly from her mind and having showered, she readied
herself for work with a vigour that was unusual for her.
****
Gabrielle woke
again from the dream. It had been just
like the night before, though this time she had got herself sorted sooner so that
she could witness it all from when Louise arrived and was taken to be
enslaved. Gabrielle was intrigued by the
fact that she had not simply seen it as she had done before, but had found
herself able to take some initiative.
She wondered if she would be able to make it from the auction house and
follow the transformed Louise back to wherever she was to be housed. Her body again coursed with the excitement of
what she had seen. Despite her initial
unease, Gabrielle had found herself confessing that there was something about
this story with its shiny clothes and male dominance, indeed enslavement, that
clearly appealed to her, just as it had to Louise. She felt a bit guilty about that, as if she
was betraying what she stood for.
However, she kept telling herself, she could not alter her
sexuality. These desires would have been
inside her, undiscovered for many years.
In addition, it was clear Louise had been turned on by the same kinds of
thing and that made Gabrielle feel less strange discovering her own attraction
to such a fantasy.
Given how closely
her dreams had followed the story, Gabrielle wondered if she was fated to watch
the same one continually for many nights until finally it faded. However, reflecting on that, she wondered
whether given that she had altered what she had done in this latest edition, she
could take it further. Gabrielle was
keen to test if, by re-writing the text, she could change things in the world
she had entered. If it was only simply
some kind of sophisticated dream, even changing the events subtly in that would
be amazing. Gabrielle hurried to dismiss
the thought that it had been something different that she had experienced;
something beyond a dream. For now
Gabrielle pondered what she could alter; how far she could go. She was a bit worried that if she made the
changes too radical she might disrupt the dream entirely and break off whatever
allowed her to 'step' inside it. In
addition, she found she was reluctant to disrupt the story of Louise's
enslavement, which, still rather guiltily, she had to admit had been a big turn-on. She thought about what she considered sexy
and then went to the bits describing the outfit that Louise was slid into. She tweaked it first so that it changed from
latex to leather.
Emboldened,
Gabrielle turned the outfit in the story from a catsuit to a bra top and shorts:
an outfit she remembered from some video.
The boots, though, had been awesome and she decided to keep these
in. With a quick bit of research on the
internet she found that what she had seen Louise in were called ballet boots,
because they kept her toes on point.
With a bit of trial and error, Gabrielle wrote it so that rather than
having the boots as part of the catsuit, they were separate and stretching up
beyond her knee. Like the rest of the
clothes, and the opera gloves Gabrielle added as the last element of the
outfit, they were now described as being of shiny black leather. Gabrielle sat back and checked her handiwork,
concerned that some spelling or grammar error would break the magic she seemed
to have unleashed. Reading over it,
Gabrielle realised that with her modifications, Louise had lost the ring to
which her leash was attached and Gabrielle went through again, adding
references to a leather collar, envisaging the kind of thing she had seen on
dogs. With that final alteration made, Gabrielle
felt a buzz of excitement as if she was stepping on to a new level in this
erotic drama. She began to think that,
perhaps, she might write a story like this for herself, featuring some
fictional woman, or even, more daringly, a woman she knew for real.
Gabrielle wondered
whether she could spread the magic beyond this story. She guessed she had to check before writing
something new only to find herself disappointed. If she was going to write stories featuring
other women and men too, she guessed, then she had to see if she could include
a woman who did not look like Louise.
Was it only Louise who could trigger off this kind of dream? Being hesitant about how she might mess up
the 'system', Gabrielle settled on altering Louise's appearance in some way,
but to what, she could not decide upon.
Of course, she could make her taller or shorter or have a different skin
colour, but that did not appeal to her; she knew whatever changes she made had
to keep the story sexy, at least in the way she saw it.
Gabrielle
remembered a presenter she had seen on television whose appearance had
interested her. It was not that she was
attracted to women, it was more that she had features that seemed to combine
both a strength and a sensuousness, both characteristics which Gabrielle wished
she could have. If she had been asked to
sum up the woman’s appearance she would have said it was ‘cat-like’. She had long black hair pulled back in a
tight pony tail that accentuated the planes of her face; almost elfin ears;
angular cheekbones; a straight, sleek nose; a tapering chin; a strong but not
domineering forehead with a slender brow and crafted eyebrows that seemed to
accentuate the almost elliptical set of her eyes.
This appearance
was not radically different to Louise Fairbank’s face, Gabrielle realised, though
her hair and eyebrows were less well organised.
Gabrielle thought it fun to have the enslavement pod adjust Louise’s
features so that she looked just like the presenter. She laboured to get just the right phrases so
that when Louise stepped out she would appear this way. In fact, the tight sleek ponytail and the
glossy black hair seemed to fit what she was being turned into far better than
the rather limp mousey shade permed hair Gabrielle had seen in both the online
pictures and on Louise in the other world, even after her transformation. Reading over what she had changed, it pleased
Gabrielle that she had the ability to polish Louise’s fantasy just that little
bit more.
Of course,
Gabrielle reminded herself, despite her efforts, she might never dream of this exotic
place or Louise again. However, she made
sure that everything was set up as before, with the laptop left on and the
story file open. Gabrielle found she
could not shake off the excitement and was compelled to guzzle chamomile tea in
order to get to sleep.
****
Sleep came and
Gabrielle was delighted to find herself back in the auction house. The first phases were just as before. However, this time, as Louise stepped out to
begin her life as a slave, it was in a scanty leather outfit rather than an
encompassing latex one. Her features had
been altered too and Gabrielle had to make sure that she was looking at the
correct pod; the one she had seen Louise entered above. She realised as she looked at the beautiful
slave that she had been altered just as Gabrielle had written. Of course Louise had shared similarities with
the presenter Gabrielle had been thinking of, but now there was no disputing
the pod had changed Louise to look precisely like that woman, just as Gabrielle
had hoped for. The long black hair
pulled back into a pony tail, the angular, feline features and pale blue eyes
complemented perfectly how she was dressed; what she had become. Whilst Gabrielle had to confess that she was
excited by these differences, perhaps because of how they revealed the power
she had acquired in this place, the men around Louise behaved no differently
than before. The only change was that
this time was that they attached a plaited leather leash to her collar before
leading her off to the auction.
Perhaps even more
now that, not only the outfit she wore had been changed, but also her features,
Gabrielle found she was a little jealous of Louise. Of course, what was being done to her was
outside anything she had experienced, probably could experience, in
reality. It would be illegal, immoral in
modern day Britain. Yet, this was
clearly not modern day Britain; it was somewhere very different with very
different rules. Rationally Gabrielle
opposed slavery but could not deny that by being shown this view she was coming
to have mixed feelings about it, especially when applied to individuals. Somehow Louise had created this world and its
rules. Presumably she had done that
voluntarily. She was free to have shaped
it very differently to a place where she would have not been enslaved, in fact,
Gabrielle realised now she had brought about the change from latex to leather,
Louise could have created a place where she was a queen. Instead, Louise had made this world where she
was transformed into a piece of property, a very beautiful, sexy piece of
property admittedly, but still someone, something, that could be sold, bought
and owned.
As she watched
Louise, or Seressa as she guessed she would have become by now, being led away
to the auction, Gabrielle knew she was incredibly happy in that state. She had selected very precisely in the text
she had written what she would become and how she would be treated. Gabrielle now understood that, in London of
today, for some people, some women, all the freedoms and options available were
unappealing. Rather, they dreamt of a
situation where choices were made for them; in fact by their very compulsion,
such alternative lifestyles appeared very seductive. Being shaped by someone else removed any
responsibility, any inhibition from you, but in turn that allowed you to be
made into something that deep down you yearned to be.
Given that she had
changed the nature of the outfit, were there other aspects of the story she
could alter? Could she put herself into
the story in a physical form rather than being some ghost haunting the
fringes? Then Gabrielle felt a jolt as
she wondered what it would be like to feel what Louise did as she went through
the process played out in this dream.
Was that possible or would it still be no more than a vivid dream? As she thought these things, Gabrielle
realised that she had no qualms of being processed the way she had seen Louise
being. What did that say about her? That she wanted to become a slave; a piece of
property? Gabrielle felt embarrassed and
then excited as she realised that such things did appeal to her. Even trying it out for a short time would be
such a break from all the responsibilities, all the complaints, all the worries
that plagued her waking life. To not
only escape from these but to hand all such things to someone else entirely,
just as Louise-become-Seressa did, seemed like a delicious option.
Added to these
thoughts, Gabrielle had to admit Seressa was beautiful, seemingly improved by
the enslaving pod even from Louise’s attractive features. Gabrielle often looked critically at herself,
wondering if her nose was too prominent, her thighs too flabby, her breasts too
small, her posture too slumped to not only appeal to men, but to be
acknowledged as something more than just another nurse or just another tired
worker on the bus. There was certainly
something wonderfully naughty about thinking of herself, strutting from the
enslavement pod clad in such clinging shiny clothes with her body crafted just
the way she wished it could be.
Gabrielle’s head span
with all these thoughts. She told
herself this was not the place to work this all out: there would be time enough
during the day, especially the tedious commute to work. Now she moved along the corridor in her apparently
ghostly form interested in whether Seressa would attract the same buyer this
time having been dressed in the leather bra and shorts. It turned out that she did, but Gabrielle
guessed that given the ‘logic’ of this place, not having altered Terg or his
behaviour, that had always been the destined outcome.
****
yyyy
This time on
waking, Gabrielle headed straight to her computer, keen to get the changes in
place before her shift started. She did
a find and replace to substitute her own name for that of Louise. She tweaked the outfit back to the one
Seressa had originally worn, interested to feel, assuming this all came off,
what it was like to be dressed in skin-tight latex. She altered Terg too. This would be the buyer of Seressa - her
buyer she mischievously giggled at the thought.
However, she altered him so he became a large black man clean shaven and
bald, more the kind that she fancied though she would never have had the
courage to admit it to anyone.
Gabrielle ran
through the text seeing if there was anything she had forgotten. She wondered if she was foolish thinking her
changes would alter her dreams this much.
Saying that the change in the slave outfit had perfectly matched what
she had written. Thus, there seemed to
be no reason why these other changes, putting herself at the centre of the
story would not work too. Given that she
would be being the one enslaved, to Gabrielle it seemed sensible to put in an
escape route if things did not go to plan.
Quickly she typed:
= Just before the sale was completed a doorway
opened up in front of Louise and she stepped through back into her own world. =
Then she thought
that it was probably a good idea to avoid anyone else from the other world
stepping through to hers, so she amended it to:
= Just before the
sale was completed a doorway opened up in front of Louise, only she could go
through it and she stepped through back into her own world. Seconds later, it
disappeared. =
Gabrielle wondered
if she was now taking this too seriously, imagining that someone could get from
her dreams across to reality. Yet she
could not shake off the feeling that she had gone somewhere ‘real’; the
sensations felt there had impacted on all of her senses. Gabrielle was about to save this latest
change to the disk when she realised that this was wrong. Of course, now she had altered the whole
story, it would be herself not Louise who would need the escape route. She corrected the name from Louise to
Gabrielle pleased she had spotted that error.
Now Gabrielle was
tempted to try to go back to sleep in order to experience what she had crafted
but guessed she would simply toss and turn restlessly and nothing would
happen. Better to distract herself with
work and come home with genuine tiredness which was a legacy of every shift she
did. At work however, Gabrielle found it
difficult to concentrate and stop her mind slipping back to the story thinking
what it would be like to see it as a participant rather than a spectator. She was particularly keen to feel the
sensation of being slid into the skin-tight catsuit.
****
The moment
Gabrielle saw the pale, blond man in the long leather coat walking towards her,
she knew her plan had worked. She only
distantly remembered showering and crawling into bed. Perhaps, she reflected because that world was
so distant from where she was now.
= "What are
you doing here?" =
"I was
looking at the women. I was looking at
the slaves." Gabrielle found herself saying, but then added, "This
batch is one short. I am the one you
need."
Now she knew this
was going the way she expected, Gabrielle had no desire to delay being
processed. The man looked momentarily
startled.
"You will
come with me. You will be placed into a
pod and you will become a slave."
“Yes, you will
turn me into a slave and I will become Seressa.”
Again the man
looked disconcerted and Gabrielle smiled at snatching his words from him.
“I am
Seressa. I am a slave to be sold.”
“Yes, yes you are;
that is correct. Follow.”
Gabrielle had
already begun stepping the way she knew her slaver would lead. As they headed to the lift the man spoke
again.
“Now you will be
dressed and transformed to be a perfect slave.”
“I can’t wait to
get into one of those catsuits and to be serving my new master.” Gabrielle said smirking as she did, wondering
how this would be rendered on the page.
In moments she was
stepping into the lift beside him. As
she did, the doors closed and the lift moved not only down but sideways as well
so that when the doors opened Seressa found she was stepping out to be among
the four women about to be moved to the pods.
Like herself they were expressing a mixture of being compliant to orders
they were given but also not being able to conceal their excitement about what
they were about to be made into.
One by one the
women were directed into the pods. Gabrielle waited her turn but went over to the
last pod without being told. The doors
closed and they were soon lowering from sight.
She knew that, as far as these people were concerned she was already
Seressa and a large part of Gabrielle recognised she had no desire to be
anything except Seressa. She did not
really care if her mind was being manipulated.
All that she had dreamt had become real and that suggested this was her
true fate. Perhaps she had become
Seressa when she had first had a dream of this place and all that happened here
and all that women became here. The man
gestured for Gabrielle to enter and she did.
The pod door closed and quickly clasps locked around her body. Gabrielle knew that there was no turning back
and that she would only step out of this pod once she had become a sex slave.
Gabrielle felt
herself being lowered down the tube and she looked down to the latex catsuit
which even now small robotic arms were lifting up her body. With her own arms stretched out they were
able to pull the suit up over her shoulders and slide it steadily along her
arms from her fingertips past her elbows up to her armpits. Now her arms and hands were coated, the latex
came over her breasts and around her neck.
Gabrielle’s body felt utterly aroused being dressed this way and it
continued further as from in front of her she saw two of the shiny metal hands
grasp the zip and closing the glossy black latex tight over her midriff, her
breasts and then her throat.
Gabrielle knew
that once the dildos slid into her she would begin to be changed. She had no desire to fight against them so she
would be transformed into a slave just like she had seen in her dreams, all the
quicker. Held in place, the large rubber
cock eased between her splayed thighs and into her pussy, which was already
aroused and moist. She guessed that
being slid into this catsuit had contributed to her arousal, perhaps it was
something else too. From what she had
seen in her dreams she knew that whatever identity the slaves had had before
was somehow swept away and replaced with a submissively sexual one. She guessed that that was what was about to
happen to her. As she closed her lips
around the dildo that stretched down and with the other vibrating deep in her
pussy Gabrielle gasped realising the sensation was even more intense than she
could ever have imagined. She was
pleased that she had taken the decision to write herself into the story.
Gabrielle eagerly
began sucking on the dildo as if it was the cock of the man she wanted most to
please. She felt excited that soon it
would be the black version of Terg who would buying and then using her. As she began to lick, surprising herself at
her skills, a loop of sensation began to flow through Gabrielle. Her submission shown by her sucking on the
dildo the machine had offered was rewarded by greater pleasure in her
pussy. The sensation rose quickly and
forcefully meaning it was increasingly hard to concentrate on anything but what
the machine demanded of her. Now the
name Seressa reverberated through Gabrielle’s head, only Seressa was permitted
to be like this. Only Seressa was
allowed to be dressed this way. Only
Seressa could feel as good of this. Only
Seressa could exist in this pod at this moment.
Seressa orgasmed
quivering, jerking back against her constraints and finding they were
gone. Seressa stood free in her latex
clothes, a sex slave ready to serve.
The pod opened and Seressa stepped out on her high boot heels, loving
how she looked and felt. She loved what
she was. Any memory of who or what she
had been before had gone. Seressa was
leashed and led from the changing chamber through into the auction room, loving
the way the boots made her move and just how shiny and tight the clothes she
wore were. Eagerly she looked into the
crowd seeking out tall black men among the potential buyers. That was the kind of master she wanted. She was locked into the cage where around her
were other slaves. Some stood apparently
dazed others were clearly delighting in new bodies, playing with their
rubber-coated breasts, some even sexually pleasing each other.
Seressa felt she
could not indulge in such things until she was properly sold and owned by a
master she could perform for. Soon the
cage was opened and she was led out to stand on a low plinth which was slowly
revolving. Seressa found herself on it,
stroking her shiny body as if discovering it for the first time. However, her gaze kept on returning to the
crowd seeking out the faces of those men and women who were bidding on her by
lifting numbered cards. Then it seemed
as if the auction was coming to an end; she had reached her upper price. Seressa was led off the plinth.
For a moment,
Seressa saw a doorway opened just in front of her as if from nowhere. For some reason she stepped toward it, but as
she reached it she realised that it must be some kind of illusion perhaps made
by the lighting. She pressed against it
but it would not permit her to go through.
Dimly there was some recognition that this doorway was for a woman
called Gabrielle not a female slave named Seressa. Seressa blinked her eyes wondering for a few
moments what she had seen. Then she
heard the auction coming to a close and the statement from the auctioneer that
she had been sold. Seressa knew happily
that her destiny was set and there was no diverging from that. She looked over to the side of the auction
room to see the man who had bought her making his way from the room to pay for
his new slave. As she had hoped, he was
tall, black and strong, dressed in leathers that accentuated his body.
Impatient, Seressa
was led from the auction room into a large room divided into small
chambers. She was taken into one and her
leash was tied to a ring on the wall.
She lowered herself to her knees, spreading her thighs, aware now of her
arousal at the approach of her master.
Then he was
there. As her master entered Seressa
raised herself up on her haunches and nuzzled his crotch with her head. With clear strength he lifted her up on to
her feet. Releasing his cock from his
trousers he reached over to slide finger the slit in her catsuit over her sex,
that had not been zipped closed on leaving the pod. Seressa was glad as it suggested she was
eager to have his cock inside her. Her
master grasped with both his hand and then thrust in, sliding his large cock deep
into her pussy. Within a few thrusts, he
was lifting Seressa from the floor, sliding her back and forth on his flesh as
if she was a ring. Then he let her go
and Seressa stumbled back, keeping upright.
He ejaculated, spraying his jism over Seressa’s pristine rubber. He jerked again and again. Seressa grinned and wiping her hands in his
seed took it to her mouth and licked off her fingers. Gabrielle shuddered at how utterly owned she
was to take such pleasure from all that her master provided. Master was clearly pleased and that delighted
Seressa. He untied her leash and led her
from the auction house, outside. Seressa
guessed she was being taken to her new home and her new life as a sex-slave
there.
****
Louise stepped
forward, feeling very strange. As she
walked from the small room back into the bed-sitting room she realised that she
was walking on tiptoes. She put her feet
flat on the floor only to feel them complain at walking that way. As Louise resumed her previous stance, her
mind seemed full of images, of half-remembered incidents, sexual in
nature. She tried to dismiss them and
focus. She guessed that she had had a
nightmare or been sleep walking. She
might even be ill. Her mouth had a salty
taste, her breasts felt heavy and her pussy sticky; oddly it was smooth - when
had she shaven it? Whilst she was dressed in the pale grey teeshirt and shorts
she habitually wore to bed, they felt all wrong and for some reason she felt
she needed tight, shiny clothes. She
guessed she must have been having some kind of powerful sexual dream and sought
to focus on more mundane issues. Louise
looked around her flat but it seemed strangely odd. The pictures on the wall, the few books on
the shelf, the television, the bedspread, the lamps, all looked very strange to
her. However, the layout and the decor
were familiar; this was her flat, where else could it be? Louise hobbled to the kitchen, massaging her
legs and steadily the muscles seemed to be loosening. With every step, Louise felt the urge to be
thrusting out her breasts which were stretching her teeshirt as it was. She found she wanted to sway her bum and she
had to concentrate to stop her hand sliding down to her smooth pussy and slip
inside. The kitchen looked as slightly
unusual as the bed-sitting room had done.
The mugs were unfamiliar, even the brands of coffees and teas looked
different.
Louise selected
camomile teabags, not something she remembered drinking in the last few years,
but she know they had been good at helping her settle her mind when it had been
buzzing from revision when she was a student.
Making a huge mug of the stuff, Louise went back into the bed-sitting
room. Her desk and its chair looked
welcomingly familiar. However, the
laptop computer looked older than the one she remembered buying. This uneased her a little. If she had still been a student she would
have guessed that someone had come into her room and changed things around for
a joke. She tried to think back over
what she had been doing the evening before.
Had she been out drinking? Could
someone have slipped a pill into her wine or an LSD tab into something she
ate? It was common enough in London and
it could quite well explain why everything seemed just a little odd and her
brain seemed overfilled with brash, exotic, erotic images that felt like
genuine memories.
The laptop was on,
but was displaying the screensaver.
Louise tried tapping the pad but then saw a mouse was attached. She shook this back and forward to bring the
screen back to life but as she did the bulbous mug was jolted and the hot tea
spilled right across the keyboard; the quantity of liquid sufficient that it
flowed into the ports down the side too.
Louise jumped back as splashes of tea fell on her bare legs. She went to the kitchen and grabbed kitchen
roll paper to dry herself off, then brought more to mop up the deluge on the
desk. The screen of the laptop was blank
and even the function lights were dead.
Louise tapped a couple of keys, pressing down into liquid and it was apparent
the laptop would need serious repair if it was ever going to work again. There was probably no point, she would just
simply replace it. As a yawn came to
Louise, she suddenly realised how tired she felt and how much of her body ached
almost as if madly gravity had become heavier.
She guessed these sensations might be side-effects of whatever had been
administered to her. Throwing back the
duvet she did not recognise, Louise slumped into bed, tugging the covers back
over her quickly. Whatever was going on,
she was sure some decent sleep would make it all easier to deal with in the
morning.
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