The warmth keeps flowing into the tube, and I keep on suckling. Almost nothing else even matters, anywhere out in anywhere. My eyes are closed. I know I wake up sometimes, but I never feel myself falling asleep. Everything is perfect, melted, warm…

Foot steps ring out nearby. That's nothing especially new. Sometimes my owner comes by to watch me or to make sure I'm enjoying myself or who knows what, but these sound different…

"She looks wasted…"

"Wasted… and… like a child. She just looks so content."

Two voices ring out from the infinite shadows that surround me, but the second voice, it sounds so familiar… The first voice is slick, spicy, but the second is… chalky? That's the only word that comes to mind that even partially fits.

"Why are we whispering?"

"You started it…"

The second voice answers the first voice's question with a laugh. Her laughter, not a familiar sound even if her voice is, makes me smile a little more around the tube.

"What is that stuff though…?"

"I don't know… but this machine seems to be…milking her. I'm getting her out of it."

My eyes flutter open at the familiar voice's words and I half manage a whimper. Get me out? The voices have stopped whispering though, and that might be a relief eventually even though at the moment I'm panicking. My eyes may be open, but all I can see is warm, hazy fog, and soft, beautiful, dark shapes moving closer.

Movement and pressure moves over my body, but I can't focus on it too much. Honestly, I don't care. The flow doesn't stop, and the taste is still so tenderly strong… so I just nurse.

Until it's pulled out of my mouth, and the warm creamy feeling spills out over my bare skin. My breasts ache as two suction cups are pulled away, and something slides out form between my legs with an overwhelming feeling of loss. It hurts, so much, in a deep way, but it all feels glazed over as a dark shadow leans closer… The familiar voice. "Hey, hey girl. It's me… Mind Bore went back to jail almost a week ago. We just now found this place…"

My voice mewls, and it feels like so long since I've spoken that I barely even recognize my own voice! "Mmmm… wh-who…?" I try to make my eyes flutter and work better, but they feel so glazed, melted, and nothing outside of them will is at all focused. Mind Bore, owner, she's in jail…?

"Knowing her… store house… might have live stock, the search has been pretty frantic. She would just laugh evilly and go 'tick tock' whenever she was asked about it… god she…" That chalky familiar voice, hearing so much of it, it… I can almost figure out who…

As soon as I'm about to though, the first voice speaks up. Her voice is so strange, but with a definite thickness to it. Thick, in a syrupy thick way that spills all over the floor before it can fully drip into my ear. Mmm dripping, I've played so many fun games where I've dripped so much… "Dust… no… calm down. Getting angry isn't going to help anything. We need to help her, and anyone else we can…"

"Nnn…?" I keep squirming, trying to make thins make a little sense. Tick tock…? What does that mean? Those voices… The first called the second something, called her something that I know that I remember. I desperately search through my memories, I have to find something in there! "Dust…?"

"Silver! Silver… are you okay? Can you hear me…? God this stuff is all over you…" I can't see them, but I can just imagine Dust with her white pale hands and her dark black nails wiping off all of the cream that must have gotten over her from trying to get me off of the table…

The other woman's voice, the one I don't recognized speaks up. Her voice sounds so perfect. "This stuff is odd… I don't think you should touch it."

"I… uhm…" Squirming more I try to push myself up or see better, eyes fluttering but nothing is more clear. Everything is just so fuzzy, and I feel so much less warm. It's not quite like being cold, it's just not as warm in a way that makes me feel almost frozen. "I can hear you but I feel so… strange and… I lost something, can I have it back…?"

"Lost something…?" Dust sounds so confused, but I really have lost something, it's horrible, it really is, it hurts! "We've come to get you out of here… All kinds of people are all over this place, all of her sick… oh god sick… the-"

That other voice chimes in again, and her voice sounds like sweat or whipped cream. "We don't need to worry her right now Dust. Calm down please."

"Colder… want more of the cream…" I really wish it would get warmer, and I want the taste back. I don't remember what it's called besides that, but I want more. My whole body feels so sore, and moving hurts. The bonds at my wrists and ankles are undone but I haven't stood up in forever so that doesn't really matter… "Dust… whose that…?" I try to look to the other voice, but my eyes still won't work.

"Shh Silver, she's… she's…" Dust's voice sounds so confused and dazed. I can't think of why, and I can't see.

"Duuuuust, focus on the task at hand, remember?" Silky, creamy, smooth, that other woman's voice slides out. Dust makes a sharp gasping sound that almost sounds like a key being turned in a tight lock, slowly. "Good girl. Now, get her onto the cot…" Arms wrap around under my armpits and start to very slowly pull.

It's so confusing. I wish I knew what the hell was going on. Nothing really makes sense, none at all! Is someone doing something to dust? hurting her…? It makes me whimper, and wish that The Lady was here. I feel blind, and I never feel blind… Bright light doesn't faze me, and my sparks have help me light up the darkness, but I can't cut through this strange fog around me. "Dust…?"

"Huh?" Dust sounds like her consciousness was somewhere far away from here, but it refocuses on me. "What is it Silver?" Slowly i feel myself being set down on something, fabric… a stretcher?

I don't wanna go to another hospital! No! They do bad things, they do very bad things! "I can't see right, and everything feels just so strange… Where're we going Dust…?"

"We're going to… to…" She sounds confused again, scattered, just like all of her dust when it flitters all about somewhere like an elevator or a really small room. It moves around like that in bigger rooms too but it's just not the same, it doesn't feel like there's nothing else in the world besides the dust when you can see outside of it. It just looks like some sort of dusty room in some sort of mind warping spa.

Smooth voice slides out, and it almost sounds like glue. "Shh Dust, we talked about this, what did we say…?" Dust makes the strange key in lock sound again, like it's turning more… She doesn't answer with words, but the other woman sounds more than satisfied with it. "Yes, that's right…" Dust's hands lower me down all of the way onto the stretcher…

Outside of the weird foggy glaze, the lights of the room look really pretty…!

Where is all of that confusion coming from inside of Dust…? I don't like it, it sounds like the other woman is doing something bad and that's not good… With a whimper I try to talk a little bit louder, sparking up just a little to try and make the glaze go away. It doesn't work but… "What's going on Dust…? I'm… I'm afraid…"

"Awww Dust, she's worried… Help her out." Dust makes a much louder version of that sound, the key, the twisting into place and then the most familiar chalky taste, smell, feeling slowly slides over me…

The dusty feeling doesn't leave until I'm somewhere else, and it's a lot warmer. It feels safe, somehow, but I still feel that loss, that need… Only now I'm thinking clearly enough to figure out what it is. I'm on a bed, and blankets are wrapped around me tight, almost like a cocoon but much more tender.

It's not Mind Bore's hideout, that's for sure. The room looks sort of like a bedroom, but much more sparsely furnished. I can't even think of the word to describe it. It's not threatening though, and something about that worries me.

"How's my favorite super heroine?" Dust steps out of a shadowy part of the room, or my eyes weren't focused enough when I scanned. She looks thinner, weaker, and maybe it's just me, but she looks… wound up too tight. My fragile memories of what happened when she and whoever it was rescued me make me even more worried. What happened to her?

Of course, even worse is this absolutely horrible need. I know what it was that Mind Bore was stuffing me full of, and I know that I'm like a junkie needing a fix, but that doesn't make it feel any better at all. I can almost still smell it, still taste it, and it makes me scream. "I don't feel right! I want something… I want that cream, I want, I feel… I feel… Just so awful, so horrible, so absolutely horrible and… Dust are you… are you okay…?"

"You're going through withdrawals… You've slept through, or been dusted through the worst of it." Her thin black painted lips shift into a… smile? Her eyes actually soften… I don't think I've ever seen her like this, not even after I saved her from Yanta. "You're okay Silver…"

She's not telling me everything. In a flash, I can just feel the truth in that knowledge. Dust knows a lot more than she's telling me. Oh, she probably doesn't know what was being fed into my mouth, that sweet pink cream from my breasts and juices sucked right out from between my legs and some sort of drug, but… She's lying through omission and I can feel it.

My breasts don't feel full, and I have no clue why they don't feel like they're either swelling with pink or empty and making my head feel fuzzy, but I actually feel almost normal. Stupid doctor, with those wires and that cream, I just want to tear her in half and make her give me more!

"Yeah, I know, but knowing it's withdrawals doesn't make them feel any better…" My body keeps shaking, and I can't make it stop! Even though I know she was doing it for her own sick pleasure and not for mine I want more of that sweet ambrosia! I need more of it, goddess I need all of it that I can get! It was so sweet, it always tasted so perfect, so absolutely perfect… "You're not okay though, are you…? What's going on who was that, who was there with you, when you… took me away from wherever I was…?"

"It's not that…" Dust looks down and away, one of her hands rubbing up over her arm that just looks too white to be alive. "I don't know what that drug was that you were on exactly, you'd have to ask the doctor, but it was bad. You're over the worst of it and… I… I don't want to say. Some other things have happened."

Something is very, very wrong and I don't like how it makes my gut feel. I keep squirming to try and feel better or brush this deep ache away, but it isn't working. Only mor we will help… "If any of that cream was left over, I'd love to have a little or… Dust, please, please just make things make sense. I'm so confused, so afraid, and just so…"

"… Jade… she…her and a lot of the other people Mind Bore… 'played' with, they might never recover." Her voice sounds so pained as she speaks and it's almost bad enough to make me want to cry even without the knowledge about Jade… once she's done speaking, Dust takes several steps back and away from me, looking disgusted, worried, or ashamed. I can't tell which… not that I'd blame her for any of them.

It's my fault… It's my fault! My eyes fill with tears and my body finally stops shaking. I feel more tense than I've ever felt before and yet the tears start to flow and flow and flow. Jade, stuck like that, forever, al because of me, all because I didn't say one word… one stupid little word!

Not even counting that it was my fault Mind Bore had her in the first place!

"Jade… I…" My whole body shakes as the sobs start up and I close my eyes tightly as I can before sniffling hard. "If I'd… if I'd just…"

"No, Silver… This has nothing to do with you, not really… It's about a woman who thought the mind was her toy, and did some very bad things with it and… Silver, I'm so sorry…" Dust moves closer again, and maybe, maybe she didn't mean that she thought I was horrid when she stepped away before but… The way she's standing is as if to say she's there, but she's not going to initiate anything.

Not that it matters… I don't know… I can't hold onto her, I can't cling onto her knowing the horrible thing I've done and knowing how much I need more of that pink. "But I… I coulda… it was… it was me, if I'd just whispered one word…"

My body keeps on shaking, quaking, and I try to wrap my arms as tight around myself as I can to try and make the cold feeling go away. "Please, just more of that damned drug, more dust, I just… I don't care, it hurts so bad…" My eyes close, and it's so hard to resist the urge to just silver myself up and hope the whole world is gone when I wake up.

"One word? What are you… Oh no, no Silver, no…" Dust isn't exactly warm. Her skin is more clammy, but it's something, as she wraps her arms around me, pulling me against her. Maybe she isn't any skinnier. Maybe I'm just seeing that fragile girl I saw in the car again… "Please don't be like that…"

But Dust has never been so sweet, she's normally so cruel, or at least not so kind… My tears don't let up, but I press closer, close to her as I possibly can and wrap my arms around her tight. "She… Mind Bore… She said if I just . . If in fifteen minutes I just… I just said my name then I could save Jade but… I just wanted more! I didn't even remember! It's my fault, it should be me who can't be fixed, it should be me whose broken!"

Who knows though, who knows when my tits will start flowing with that cream, or when I'm going to see dust in fishnets and beg to be able to taste how they feel against my lips? I failed Jade, I failed her and there's no way I can fix it now…

Dust just sighs, holding me tight as she pats over my back. "It's okay, to let it out, Silver. Just let it out…" Her black wispy hair falls on my cheeks and dampens with my tears.

It's so hard not to sob held like this… Everything that keeps happening, over and over again, and who knows if Dust is even safe, what's wrong with her, or if I should even be near her at all. I never decided if I liked what The Lady did with my head or not, I… I have no clue, my voice keeps spilling out but it's more just loud sounds and no meaning.

"There there… It's okay, it's going to be okay… I'll help you through this… We even have a psychologist for you to talk to, if you need or want to. Just… Shh…" Her sound isn't to shut me up, it's just to try and comfort, I can feel it, and it does somewhat work.

"Maybe… maybe I… What would I say? It's my fault… She did it but still it's… Oh god… I'm just so glad you don't wear fishnets!" I stay pressed as tightly to her as I can, sniffling and just melting into her clammy, vague warmth.

"It's okay…" Dust's voice sounds confused - she likely just wants to understand what the hell I'm talking about. "Look, it's okay… I'll be here as long as you want… You can sleep more, and I can help you sleep if you really want me to, lots of things… Whatever you need, Silver…"

My tears start to let up, but it still doesn't really feel any better, it still feels awful, absolutely awful! "No it's not, it's not okay at all…" Even if I was just an electronic toy, I still failed the woman who tried her best, she… "Sleep, please, I need your help I… It's just too much, it's my fault, and she tried to save me!"

"Here… come on…" Very slowly Dust lays me back down onto my back, and tucks the covers tighter around me. "Are you really sure you need help getting back to sleep…?"

I nod and squirm into the bed, shivering with the returning desire for more and more of that sweet absolutely wonderful cream. "Please…? I… I don't feel worth the effort, but I'm jonesing, I feel awful, I just want to plummet right off of a cliff and…"

"Shh… It's all going to be okay…" She waves her hand over my face and it's that familiar chalkiness, dust covering over my face, so thick, so powerful, so comforting…

A sigh slides out past my lips as my whole body slowly turns limp. Out on the edge of everything, I'm still worrying, but nothing else really matters… I still really want that sweet drug, but it's starting to feel easier. The drifting feeling is so nice, and I can't believe Dust is being so sweet of her own free will.

Dust's lips press against my ear, blowing inside. It feels like a kiss from the sand woman herself, beautifully pale but surrounded by dust, like a desert of glistening gray that holds tight around her in a warm embrace… Her dark hair seems to have no face under it, body so obscured by that sleepy sand, so pale and still having that same faux-Goth look she always had before… It feels so nice to just drift off, wrapped up tight in that nice warm bed.

It makes me miss all of our fun so much… It makes me miss Pink and Dust playfully arguing over who got a shot over me and giving me a break for awhile after Yanta and… It feels like being home.

For better or worse, I do miss Chronos.

Dust is there when I wake up. It's a very nice feeling that I can only remember ever having happened maybe twice before. And in the more clear memory I remember that cuddle time was over…

The aching is much less, and being close to her feels so much better than not. I nuzzle in closer against her, lightly arch against her. Being close to her feels nice, it feels familiar. I don't want to lose the feeling again, or… I know I should want to. Jade had said Dust wasn't my friend but she's holding me and soothing me - isn't that something that a friend does and not an enemy?

Chronos was never a thing like the Slut Squad even if they have a similar comradely.

"In the darkness we do sleep, and in the black we find ourselves. It is in the absence of the light, that our souls can mend, and our mind can spend, a moment that is not in time, but outside of it all…" For some reason, it sounds like Dust's pretty poem should end with the word "sublime," but it doesn't. She stops, and when I look up to see her face she looks so dreamy as if remembering a favorite poem or song. She's just a fragile woman, worried for her friend, worried for me…

"That's… So beautiful…" I whisper so as not to break her dreamy look. Fragility is nice to see in a way - it's nice to know Dust is mortal, but I miss her devil may care invincible attitude. She seems much more genuine, much more sweet, much more human right now but… Goddess I almost want to slap my forehead for thinking such a rude thought. "Thanks for staying with me…"

It's hard to ignore how fragile she feels though. Her arms almost feel like porcelain, and it feels like if I were to thrash her arms would break off, hollow, crumbling and cracking away… "You're welcome… Feeling better I hope?"

If I could, I would give Dust all of what little strength I have to help her feel better but… What's happened to her since the last time I saw her? Has it been weeks? Months? Years? I couldn't count the days when I was with Mind Bore, not with so many days spent in the drawer. I probably spent my birthday turned off and loving it… "Yeah, I'm feeling better… Can you tell me what's going on now? I need something to keep me distracted from just how much I wish I were sucking from a tube…"

"But you wish it was a breast…" Her voice sounds so strange as she speaks. The light glints off of her dark eyes in one of the strangest ways I've ever seen… "Not much is going on. Chronos is the same old place. Pink and Her are off on business at the moment… Your kitty is one of the others whose in rehab, but she should be okay…"

She doesn't mention Yanta, and I'm thankful for it. Everyone knows I gave her to The Lady to do with whatever she wanted. I can't believe that The Domina would actually try and learn from her, some sort of magic to come back and… Who knows… Dust's words still sound scary but I can forgive her, she's looking out for me and being sweet instead of a bitch. She's allowed to let a little bit of the Dust I'm more used to peak through…

"I… I…" I don't know what to say about the breast comment, so I just close my eyes and press tighter against her. "Yeah… Glad Pink and The Lady are doing okay and… Oh… Shadow…" I hadn't even worried about Shadow, I should have, Shadow, Silhouette, my shadow kitty… Tasty silver kitty… "Who was with you when you came to rescue me? How did Mind Bore get Silhou… err… Kitty…?"

"Not important right now… The doctor would want to see you if you want to see her. Mind doctor, psychologist that is… Trauma… Helping everyone, but you can talk to her as long or as little as you want… Special treatment and all for our pretty Silver…" She hugs me a little bit more, but she still feels oh so breakable in a way that almost makes more tears form in my eyes.

I press more against her at her pulling, and move my arms slowly to hug her back before nodding against her. A psychologist… I need one of those. This is Chronos though, so I can't discuss my worries about what I should do, but I still need to talk about Jade to someone, about what I did, about how I betrayed her… "I'd… Yeah, I'd like that. Might be nice, good, I don't know and… Don't get me wrong, you're being so sweet, but did something happen to you while I was gone…? You don't seem like… Well… You."

"Oh believe me…" Dust laughs in a way that echoes out long after she even starts to talk again. "I am very much me… Her office is right this way… Come on." She pulls back and holds out her hand, taking mine, softly, as if afraid I might break, the most delicate of touches.

"Well, the laugh fits…" My smile is weak, but at least it's a smile. I nod as I stand with Dust's help and force my smile. I'm not used to being treated quite so delicately, but it's nice. "Lead the way."

Dust's profile looks so elegant. I've seen it before - I've seen her from just about every angle, but she's still so pretty. Her features are soft, almost as if they're blurred, round while still being soft. She might be younger than me… and normally her personality makes that poof away, but right now how she's acting almost feels as if it highlights it.

She leads me out of the room, and goddess, I am so sick of hallways. I don't remember this floor of Chronos, but I know that The Lady had several more buildings than just headquarters. This must be some auxiliary hospital unit or something. Once we reach a small grey door Dust stops and motions at it in the universal sign for "this is the door you need to go into." "She's got no waiting room, just go on in."

I don't want to leave dust, but I really don't have a choice. This was why we left the room, and she looks so hopeful that I'll feel better. I take a deep breath and nod, smiling weakly as I grasp the knob and start to open up the door. "Thanks again Dust…" I step in and close the door behind me, quivering in a sudden burst of need.

Damn a tube would be nice about now…

The room isn't overly impressive, but it doesn't need to be. The psychologist, who I can only assume is the psychologist, sits in a big comfy chair behind a fancy desk that looks like it might even be wooden. Positioned in front of the desk are one of those shrink-couches and a chair, likely for whichever feels more comfortable.

I smile in an embarrassed way as I move over towards the couch before pausing and melting back into the chair. There's been too much laying down in my life lately.

The psychologist has on dark rimmed glasses, and her hair is done up in an elaborate bun that I couldn't pull off in a million years. It's black, but not the same kind of black that Dust, The Lady have, or even I used to have back before it turned silver. It's that black hair that only Asians have. I couldn't tell you which country she's descended from, China, Korea, New Japan, but she is very pretty.

She has smooth skin, petite features, and she looks like she's probably short in the cutest of ways though it's hard to tell while she's sitting. She has on a blue dress suit with a salmon shirt on underneath, and she is so absolutely perfectly shaped. Damned Doctor-Patient lack of allowed lust.

The fact that this setting actually feels normal makes me feel weird in a way I couldn't hope to possibly describe. I wiggle in the chair and smile faintly over to the woman before sighing weakly. "Hello Doctor…?"

"Hello… silver…" She says it like The Lady used to say it, and it makes me quiver, just faintly. "I'm sorry, your real name isn't listed here. What do you prefer? And please, please, relax." She smiles softly and waves her pen vaguely, her other hand holding her clipboard ever so carefully. "Get comfortable as you like. My name is Milly Yanuka. You can call me Miss Yanuka, or Milly, or whatever makes you feel the most comfortable."

“Sarah is my real name but… please, it just feels embarrassing. I prefer Silver…” I watch the pen, and try not to whimper. Yanuka. That just sounds… Too close. Way too close for my comfort level. “I think I’ll call you Miss Yanuka, unless that sounds terribly too formal just… I don’t know. Nice to meet you…?”

“It’s nice to meet you as well…” Her face slowly turns more warm as she smiles ever so faintly more. “silver.” Her voice sounds so friendly, but the sound still makes me shudder. “Now, I don’t know if you’ve ever done anything like this… but basically, we just talk. That’s it. You say what you want, I’ll ask questions or just listen… maybe offer advice. But talk, and… well, listen.”

With a sigh I try not to worry any more. Her voice is very nice and… that makes me suspicious too. “No, I’ve never really done anything like this or well uhm… Where do I start…? I mean, there’s so much, so many things to cover, so much or… I don’t know… How long was I there…?”

“Three months or so, give or take a little…” She nods, but doesn’t add any more. I wish she would tell me everything, just so I wouldn’t have to speak. She lifts up her pen and places it between her teeth, rolling it, and just waiting in an idle pose.

Oh, it’s my turn again.

“Three months…” I slump and stare at my hands, fidgeting, resisting the urge to spark again. “It’s my fault that they can’t fix Jade. It’s all my fault… I mean, I know, I know intellectually, that she said I could save Jade just to make it so I couldn’t and so it would hurt me, but… I could have saved her, and instead, I wanted more of that drug, more of that ambrosia, I just… It’s all my fault…”

“You’re babbling… You make perfect sense, but you’re babbling… Now, you can babble, which is fine, as much as you need. You can just let the words froth out of you like a rabid dog or something… but if you want me to be able to really comment, you’ll have to calm down, and tell me things slowly.”

Not only is she a damned good shrink, but she manages to talk around the pen with her voice still being one hundred percent audible and just as lovely to listen to. Again, I curse the fact that even if I end up all healed up, I’ll never get a shot at her.

Wow, are my priorities are so of shape right now!

“Oh, I’m sorry…” I take another deep breath and force myself to smile. “I’ve just never really had people to talk to like this, or things like this to talk about. I’ve just sort of kept everything to myself, and that used to work, but…” With a nod I stare intently at her desk, to try and forget that there’s a person behind it. “Mind Bore told me that she’d fix Jade if I said my name, and all I’d have to do was say my name… but when it came time to, I was too… I just wanted more of the drug, and Jade was only even there because she tried to save me, and I’d been too busy being turned on by her capture to do anything about it…”

“Well… I think this is going to need a little bit more…” She leans forward and watches me with an interested gaze. “Tell me about Jade… Tell me about when you met her?”

Just thinking of how we met makes me smile and actually feel a little bit better before a sharp pang of guilt hits me right in the chest. “Jade, I used to see her around, you know, if you’re a heroine in Midas City you’re bound to run into another heroine every so often…”

I nod and look down at the floor with a sigh. “But when we finally really met, she’d shot a woman in the shoulder who was going to lead me away to well… I ended up there anyway, but then she helped save me… She’s a really sweet, really beautiful woman… Or at least she was. I don’t know what she is now.”

“But, you’ve never actually met her, have you?” She nods to herself, and she seems as if this actually answers anything.

Blinking, I try to say something to the contrary but… “I… Well, I guess maybe not…”

“… And that might be part of the problem. This woman who has gone out of her way more than once to save you, to save you… and you couldn’t help her. And you don’t even know her. You’ve never talked to her…” Her voice sounds so sad, and her expressive exotic eyes look into mine as I glance up - as if they can see the truth deep down in my heart where all of the pain beats away…

Unable to argue, I just nod without breaking eye contact. Sighing, I melt back more into the chair with a weak sigh. “We… We talked a little, but you’re right… You really are…”

“I really meant talk as in talk, talk, words that meant something. You know, more than just pleasantries.” She smiles lightly and nods ever so faintly. “So, I’m… I’m sorry for what has happened, but you can still at least talk to her. She isn’t gone. And even if she was, you can always talk to someone, even if they can’t hear you.”

“Yeah… We never really did, I guess…” Sighing seems to be all I do well, so I let myself sigh. “And I… You’re right. But what would I even say? Apologize to her?” I slump forward but still try to keep our eye contact. It feels eerily soothing. “You sure that’s constructive…?”

“No, don’t apologize to her… Tell her about yourself. Tell her… what she meant to you. Apologize if you must, but talk to her… This is a woman who means very much to you, and you deserve a relationship with her in some form.” She taps the pen against her cheeks and then makes a few marks on her note pad. I have no clue what.

Nodding I force a vague bit of a smile. “Oh… I guess she really doesn’t know a lot about me, and she does mean a lot…” Growing thoughtful I run my mind over her words and watch as she scribbles just a little bit more. “You really are a pretty good shrink…”

She looks down at her clipboard for a moment before looking back up and quirking an eyebrow. “Thanks, and uhm, try not to use the term shrink. Most people don’t use it very nicely, so I try to avoid it.” Her voice doesn’t sound upset, so there’s not a shameful feeling from screwing up even if I don’t feel wonderful. “I think we’ve gone over plenty today considering all you’ve been through… but you can stay as long as you like, talk more… Also, you do know that you’re always free to leave any time you wish, right?”

Even if she didn’t sound upset, I still find myself blushing before nodding faintly. “Yeah, sorry, I didn’t mean it in a bad way, it’s just how I’ve always heard people refer to uhm… head doctors?” I smile back just a little before nodding. “I guess I know, I just… Staying here, feeling like I have to do this, it feels nice, it feels better than leaving and I don’t know where I’d end up going that could be any better than this room…”

She nods in a way that shows that she definitely understands and at least to a point agrees with my reasoning. “And you can stay as long as you want, the room is where you left it, Dust will be around all the time I’m sure, she’s so worried about you… and anything else you need. You can let me know, or any of the hospital’s staff…”

A part of me quivers in a bad way at the word hospital, but it makes sense, and it does seem to be a very nice one. Maybe this isn’t even a division of Chronos, who knows… That uncertainty makes me ache for my room back at headquarters…

“Yeah…” And Dust being so worried still feels strange, but we are friends, right? That makes sense, even if it still feels very strange. “I… maybe I should go for now then, settle in or… I hope I don’t have to stay too long in the hospital…”

“It’s up to you how long you stay…” Her smile doesn’t leave, and that makes me feel rather nice. “See you around, silver…” That shiver hits me again, so strange, so sweet… She waves her fingers rather daintily as she looks over her clipboard. It’s clear that all she expected of this session is over, so I should use this as my hint and leave.

I slowly force myself to grin before pushing myself up and out of the chair. “If there’s anything I can do for jade, anything at all, I’ll do it… Just because I need her to recover, I mean, I’ll be okay…”

“You can talk to her, for you, and for her.” She doesn’t look up, but it doesn’t feel dismissing, and that’s a nice thing to feel, personal. “Take care… See you tomorrow perhaps?”

“I’d like that, tomorrow…” About half way to the door I pause and look back to Miss Yanuka with a meek little smile. Jade must be here, in this hospital, and the advice she gave was to talk to her, so I don’t see myself having any other intelligent course of action. Where is she, so I can see her?”

“Oh… Right, well, here…” She looks around and reaches out with her pen, holding it out to me. “There’s some paper over there…” Once I get to the small notepad she motions to with her other hand I lift it up, grab the pen, and write down the directions she lists off.

I haven’t really written anything down for awhile, so my handwriting looks atrocious, but I can read it so it’ll do. Once I’m done I reach out to hand her the pen back. “Thanks, a lot, for everything…”

“Oh, don’t mention it.” She already has another pen though, in her mouth. She’s going over her notes again, and rocking her chair ever so lightly even though it’s not made for it.

“… Take care, Milly.” I smile as I open the door, twirling the pen in my hand after I close the door behind me. My other hand clutches the directions ever so tight. I’ll talk with Dust, see Jade… It sounds like a plan.

To my surprise, Dust has been waiting outside of the door the whole time. Her head is bowed low, and she’s grinning… but it still looks apprehensive. “Did it go well?” Dust really is a good friend.

“Uhm… Well, she thinks I’m crazy. I’ll need to be on five antipsychotics, three antidepressants, and probably some laxatives.” I pause before laughing and giving Dust the biggest grin I’ve given her since I came to check on her after her… sandwiching. “Yeah, it went well…”

“Good, good… Uhm, need anything else…?” She shuffles, just a little, looking very uncomfortable. It almost seems as if she’s ready to give as much space, or as much intimacy as I’m ready for.

This is not a tough decision.

With a bright smile I wrap my arms tightly around dust, hugging her against me tight as I can. “Well… Besides you, because well… I need a friend. Could you come with me to see Jade…?”

“Of course…” She lets herself be hugged, and the smile on her dark lips looks so sweetly true. “Lead the way, I’ll give you all the help you need.”

“Thanks…” I smile before pulling back, and grasp one of her hands softly before leading her off, reading the directions on the paper as I go. “So, and really, slap me if I’m being a bitch, but… Something had to happen for you to well… change so much. You’re just, well… nicer. What happened…?”

Dust just looks confused, and I feel absolutely awful. “I don’t know what… Right, well, tell me how your session went? What did you talk about?” Oh yeah, the psychologist, Milly, we’d talked about something, and it was nice, edifying, true… We’d talked about… Babbling? Babbling brooks? No, babbling words and jade coins and… Jade, talking about Jade and words that were soft and true, and she’s such a good psychologist, not a shrink…

“Sorry I guess…” Flushing just a little I smile and press faintly closer. “Well, the session went good, it was nice. She’s a good psychologist…” My cheeks blush as I try not to remember undressing her with my eyes. “We talked about uhm… babbling, and Jade, yeah… Everything she said was dead on…”

Yeah, the psychologist, she’s so great at head shrinking. And I love fishnets that would wrap around a pretty tube breast to be sucked and… no, no, that’s not right. I love it when I was in attics rolling around in dust and… no… My real name isn’t Sarah, my real name is silver… Little s, little s! Just thinking that makes me shudder and… Oh, we’re in the room with Jade.

Dust helps me sit down and I bite my lip to hold back a moan as I melt back against the chair. I look over at Jade with a weak little smile before looking up to see Dust. “Wow… I… Things are feeling a little strange, Dust…”

Dust is there to help though, holding me from behind, and she feels so much stronger now as she smiles. “You have a good mind silver, you always have…” The s in her voice is small, and it feels good…

Jade is sitting there, looking very slightly dopy… Dopy, dripping? Drippy drip… Jade is a hot name, like a tongue between my legs, or hot air from a psychologist’s eyes… Foreign eyes that are pretty, slanted, like when my fingers pinch in fun ways, legs crossing in a way that shows everything and I can just see myself in my mind, standing at attention, dizzy and full of bliss…

I squirm and press back towards Dust with a faint little sigh. “Th-thanks, Dust…” My eyes move over Jade though and… “Jade I… Oh…” I squirm more and look back up to dust again. “Something… feels kind of strange. Not quite right.”

Dust’s nails… dark nails on paper white skin… start moving over my shoulders. They’re paper white hands, true white, milk white, glistening… Dripping, licking, mouth, talking, good psychologist talking so well, mouth on her pen, mouth on my pussy, drippy drip, slip and slide, slip and slide for hours and don’t mention it… Head doctors, always between my legs, they don’t apologize, never apologize for slip and slide, pen, pen with her spit, mouth, slip and slide…

“Drifting sliding down the street, slippery, soapy, even your feet… Don’t know why you feel funny silver, you look great. In fact, you feel fine.” Fine dine, whine? Wine!

Whining and the other girl makes it better with just a tap of her wand and-no, it was a pen, a tap of her pen… no… The pen slips and slides, slides and slipped and oh… Mouth on my pussy? Psychologist’s mouth, pen, slip and sliding, glistening spit on the end, begging to be put inside of something warm, soft…

Shaking, squirming, my eyes cross for a moment as I melt back into her fingers with those nails, sighing ever so weakly as I melt into her words… “I look… great…? Thanks…” Tap of a pen? Glistening, oh, I still have the pen! I look to it and squirm, shifting… Things are very strange. Maybe I’m just not used to thinking again, but I still feel very strange, very out of it, like my whole head is all messed up. “Th-thanks…”

“You’re very welcome…” Lips press against the back of my neck, the nape… Nape, naps, naps mean gush, gushing, slip and sliding…

Fishnets on pretty legs, psychologist’s legs so bare, but they should have had them, as they crossed, showed a glistening pen… The psychologist’s mouth, shrinking mouth inside a wet cat…? No… no… Shrink’s mouth on top of a waterfall? Her mouth sliding into my pussy, slip and slide… Pen and dark nails, well cut, short, dark hair, short on pale skin, long against golden darker skin… Exotic eyes and large brown eyes and dark black lips and pretty red ones and… Slipping inside, inside and out… Drip away, no worries… Never met but needing a slip inside!

“Oooh…” My eyes flutter and slowly close, no, no worries, slipping and… Fishnets would be so nice, just thinking of the psychologist with her legs all fish netted, with knee high socks, it makes me feel better than anything, nibbling at my bottom lip… “Thoughts aren’t… They aren’t all making sense…”

“Sense… sense is overrated silver…” Another shudder, fingers on my shoulder, the pen, need to… Glistening lips, dripping spit… I can stay as long as I want, I can cum by the psychologist’s office tomorrow… Dust would be around, wanting to make me groan, giving me everything I need… Mouth inside, pen in my cat, I love my cat… No my… my… thighs? I love her mouth, and those eyes, something… prissy little packet… Pussy kitty bracket… Wet sopping soapy fingers…In a hospital for people who aren’t well… In a hospital for people like me, feeling good is how you get better, slip and slip and slide on the pen’s ride between my spread legs, dopy look on Jade’s eyes, more erotic than pesticide…

Oh I wish… “Kinda want… a little sense…” I arch my body into Dust’s fingers, squirming, shaking, oh, Dust around, groaning… but this isn’t the time to fuck Dust, even if it’d be nice to do it without being dusted… My hand holding the pen moves down to between my thighs and… Oh, dressed in a skirt again, hardly noticed, without any panties, need to feel good to feel better, and Jade looks so good but… “Wha… Dust, what did the psychologist do…?”

Thighs… byes… Guys? Guys! Yuck! Fuck? Fuck and suck and slip and slide, oh so deep inside… Slip and slide inside, between my thighs, trail of spit up my skirt, past the panties that aren’t there into my wet kitty drippy fun hole then my eyes can just roll… Roll, roll, roll…

“Dust…” I choke out her name, and it feels like so much more effort than it should be. Squirming is so hard, thighs arching into the pen, pen sliding in, in between swollen lips and…

Soon as it slides in my eyes roll up, roll and roll, no control… None at all, it’s my time for fun! No control for fun, mouth inside my kitty hole, shrinking mouth… Shrink’s mouth… Shrink’s mouth inside my kitty hole, where it’s dark and warm and slippery slidery… Dark like nails, like the nails on my shoulders that hurt in that nice way, muscles letting go just as all the ones between my legs tighten in that good way, best way…

Dark, wet, perfect…

Everything is… odd. I must have had a dizzy spell as I was sitting down. My head feels so fuzzy, and Dust is massaging my shoulders, probably worried sick about me. “You okay…? You got all wobbly on your feet there for a moment…”

Jade is sitting there, in a chair, just looking… Her eyes don’t really focus on anything. Even in her loose hospital robes, no makeup or anything, she’s still Jade, and she’s still beautiful, but she’s not… she barely looks alive. She looks more like one of those plastic robots that Mind Bore had that would walk around, patrol… One of the ones that got her.

“Huh…?” Dust’s voice went in one ear, almost out the other. My eyes flutter as I try to focus, though the massaging doesn’t help. I’m not sure all that happened, but it feels strange. “I… I don’t know…” My eyes stay locked on Jade. I want to reach out, but what would I do? Nothing about this feels right at all, it feels so awful, poor Jade, and my head feels like it was smashed against a brick wall for a week. “She looks like she’s somewhere else, or nowhere at all…”

“Here… I can help.” Dust’s hand reaches down from my shoulder, down to between my legs… It grabs something, works t around, pressing it deeper and… Oh! I gasp sharply as everything slides into even better focus. “That’s better, huh?” She twists it, and things tighten, growing… Sharper… Then it pulls out. She flicks it, the spatter of wetness hitting my thighs as Dust puts the pen back into her mouth, and goes back to massaging my shoulders.

It reminds me just a little too much of Caress… but I don’t want to make her feel bad.

The pen, how did it get there…? Was my little dizzy spell, all of the weird things in there, was it…? I look up at Dust, worried and confused. I don’t even know what to ask for clarification on!

“The answer is ‘yes’, silver…” Her fingers work harder, firmer into my shoulders. “Let me ask again… That’s better, huh?” She huffs it out, and while it’s a question, it also feels like cool air, warm fingers and… Oh, she’s very good at this.

It’s impossible not to melt back into her hands and the chair… “Yes… It is… But why?”

“Because you were dizzy. Things are clearer now.” She’s right, of course. My mind is working fine. Things are perfectly clear. It feels so nice, as her fingers work all over my shoulders, along their curves, working in areas I’ve never been massaged in but oh those areas should not be ignored… “You wanted to talk to Jade, remember? And yeah… I know what you mean. She’s so sad… Well she isn’t, it just is.”

“Things are much clearer now… Mmm, you have magic fingers, even when you’re not covering me in sprinkles…” I gasp faintly at the feeling as she continues, melting more… I want to just moan and ask me to massage all over me but… No! This is a serious moment. I’m doing this as much for Jade as I am for me.

Leaning forward, I look into Jade’s eyes as intently as I can. Maybe I can break through to her, maybe… I wish Mystic were here. “I wish… Jade… I wish I could have helped you, I wish I knew I could help you now… I’m sorry…”

“Mmm, so did you want me to wait outside?” Dust’s fingers go from firm to loose, stroking up along the back of my neck, and then hovering over my head, moving down in a classic “breaking an egg on the head” motion, dribbling her fingers against my scalp like yolk… and it feels really nice.

My body melts a little more, and I only shift to accentuate how sweet it feels. “Mmm I… You can stay if you want… It won’t be very exciting…”

“Then I guess I will…” Down along behind my ears, pale fingers play against my skin. It’s almost possible to imagine this as more than just a massage, but as if she was playing some beautiful, sensitive instrument…

Just thinking of myself as some sort of silver instrument makes me feel so nice, so sweet. “Nnn… That feels so nice… Really nice…”

“You’ve had a hard time… I’m just here to let you relax some… lean forward, let me get at your back…” I lean forward, and melt as her fingers move down along either side of my spine. When she moves her fingers slowly it makes me shiver, and when it’s harder, it hurts at first, but then it feels like pure pleasure.

“Thanks… Mmm, it feels nice to be treated like this after… After all of that, even if I loved it at the time…” My own words make me wince and tighten up, but the massage makes that tightening melt away, and I just sigh, letting my eyes flutter a little. “I just… Don’t know what to say to her…”

“I dunno… What did what’s her name tell you to say?” Her fingers run up and down along my sides before her palms press flat against my ribs, brushing up and down… Every hair on my body feels like it’s tingling, stretching…

It takes me a moment to remember the shri-psychologist’s name, but then it’s fresh and right there in my mind. “Milly… Yanuka or whatever, which just, sounds too familiar for me…” I nod and squirm, trying to stay still, but it’s hard, and the tingling her fingers cause feels so damned nice! “Told me to tell her about me, what she meant to me, but I’m not that interesting, and well… She was right, I never really met her…”

“So… The point is to let her meet you I guess? Or… something? Just follow the advice?” I can feel Dust shrug through her hands before she stops moving her fingers, and the pause stretches out longer and longer.

No small part of me wants to feel like a pest, but… “Please don’t stop?” I blush and nod, turning to look at Jade. “Well… Jade… I guess… I don’t know if you can even hear me, or if it matters either way, but well… It’s me, silver, and… I just feel so silly doing this, like it’s not right some how…”

“Huh? Oh, sure…” Dust’s fingers go back to play, moving over my back. Even if I feel absolutely worthless, Jade… Her eyes! They look like they focus, a little, on me, just barely moving her head! That’s all, but that’s something!

It’s like a blink from a coma victim, it’s something, it really is! “Thanks and… yeah I just… Jade, I, well, I’m not that interesting. I get myself in a lot of trouble and something always seems to save me at the last moment, and you… You saved me twice, and the third time… You tried. Even if it was a failed try, you… You tried so much, and you can’t know how much that means to me, even if you didn’t do it for any special reason, I’d like to think you did…”

Jade… just listens, or doesn’t. It’s hard to tell. Dust stays quiet, and the only sound when my words stop is the sound of Dust’s fingers on the cloth covering my back.

Each little finger feels divine, and I let myself melt into them, even if all of my heart is hoping against hope for a sign, for something… “I know it’s silly, I mean… I know how the job goes, justice, protection, it’s not about giving anyone special treatment but well… You must have known about other things, and I know you knew about some other things when you tried to save me that last time, but you chose trying to save me and well… I don’t know. You’re special, and it’s a nice kind of special… You don’t deserve to be like this, however this is.”

Dust finally breaks her silence, and lets her voice slip out as her hands move over my back. “What things did she know about?’

“I…” My whole body tenses, tight. I can’t lie to Dust, not to Dust… We’re too close for that, and she’s been far too kind in my recovery. Recovery… That word makes me realize that my breasts still feel like they used to back before what was done to them was done, so I must have been fixable even if Jade wasn’t… “I told her about Chronos…”

“Oh… You did? When did you do that…?” Her hands seem to tense, just a little, and when it hurts it hurts more… but that could be coincidence.

Each little jab of pain however still hurts horribly and I shudder a little each time. “Not too long before Mind Bore got me… I was going to silver Jade up, deliver her to Her, but…”

“… but?” Dust’s voice sounds curious, and her fingers stop as she waits for my response. The way she pauses like this makes me feel beyond worried, oh so beyond worried, but I mustn’t be the first agent of Chronos to fuck up like this… right…?

“She’d saved me twice already. I’d just told her what I’d done to Silhouette, and I tried that on her… And she was ready for it. When she told me no, said ‘bad silver’ or something, and I tried again… Believe me, it was so hard not to do, and I saw a moment of hesitation as she held that bow out, arrow aimed right at me… I could have zapped her, I might have gotten shot, but I don’t think so… but I just held my head, and sent sparks into my fingers until I passed out…”

“You… You whimped out… and knocked yourself out rather than her…?” Her voice comes out slowly, and as she speaks, she pulls her hands away.

The lack of the warmth of her hands makes me shiver, and shift so that I can look up at jade. “It wasn’t whimping out, whimping out would have been to zap her, to take the… the easy way.” I could tell her about Domina or… No. I don’t need to tell her my reasons for why I didn’t do it any more than I already have. “She was too important, I couldn’t just let her be another toy to be passed around, even if I wanted to so much…”

“And then… what would you say if Jade… Went to the authorities, other supers, and that over the next few weeks managed to cause Chronos to go into hiding, managed to get Her incarcerated and most of the organization dismantled?”

It’s so hard not to stiffen up, but that’s impossible, or… “I don’t know, I’m sorry, but I don’t know, she saved me once… Letting her be free once was my way of saving her.”

“No… I mean she did that! I mean this happened, I mean… God, you screwed everything up, you just fucked it up to hell! You ruined everything I had, I didn’t even know how to touch someone like this till a week ago, and… I…” She almost starts to stutter, holding her face with one hand, seeming angry, twitching, like she’s fighting against invisible strings…

Invisible strings! Like when she rescued me, when she took me away from Mind Bore’s hideout! Something is so wrong, I don’t know what to do, but…! “S… S… S-sorry, you weren’t supposed… nnn… slit-clit-it…”

Her words cut out as her hand grabs the pen that was in her mouth, and jams it between my legs, dark, wet, slip, slide…

“D-dust…! I - I’m sorry!” Stuttering, stuttering, strings, we need to fight past this, if I can, she can! “Weren’t supposed to know what?! Dust, tell me, please -uhn!” I arch into the pen even as I try not to, my eyes roll up on their own, no control, I can’t make them stop! “Du-ust…!”

Clock, clock, tick, tock… Twist and turn and turn in the lock! Round and round the pen does go, dripping things fall into the snow! Well oiled locks twist the best! Oiled and snatchy, and ready for dress… Lubricated for the slickest key, dirty dirty lock for tightness and glee… Twisting, clicking, snapping into place, like a deadbolt falling through my skull with grace…

The darkness that swarms over me is darker and wetter than sin, and as I groan and my body goes limp, I don’t even know if I’ll ever wake up again…