# Chapter Twenty Five: The Resistance

Author: | Gospodin

Marie lay on the courtyard's hard stone floor. Dizzy and throbbing, she rolled onto her side in an attempt to sit up. The ringing in her ears faded slowly, and after a while she was able to prop herself up against one wall.

Something was missing. No, it felt more like everything was missing. The world was all wrong except for Marie, a pierced-through fetish schoolgirl in a slave collar waiting to obey. Waiting for...it was coming to her, but...

Marie squinted and tried to think, looking in vain for her Mistress or the court nobles that attended her. Where was the crowd of tormentors, the sedan chair, the bondage? A vague understanding crept around the edges of her mind, dream-logic thinking revealing that she lay next to an antique wooden telephone booth, and that the courtyard was part of a school of some sort.

"Oh Marie! Are you all right?" Kusako ran over to her and squatted down, her face showing shock and concern. Marie couldn't make words, as though they had simply melted from her mind. The only thing she noticed were the dozens of silvery rings in Kusako's labia.

It was a struggle, but Marie managed to tear her eyes away from Kusako's crotch and give a somewhat convincing nod. Something was still wrong. Something to do with telephones and courtyards and slaves and masters and words and vision and sex and piercings and...

"Oh you poor dear, here, let me help you up. My Master's just waiting for us outside. Can you walk?"

Marie could walk just fine, and she followed Kusako out to the street. She felt light, somehow, as though instead of walking forward the world was splashing over her and flowing away behind. She noticed herself spreading her legs and looked down, realizing she was getting onto a large motorcycle behind Kusako, who herself was clinging tightly to her Master's back.

A wave of the world surged and rolled over Marie, space and time balling up and pressing through her as a firehose through a chain-link fence. She stood in a garage, held Kusako's hand, skipped through a high-ceilinged loft. Her own perceptions and senses felt alien: distant memories or dreams or the visions of a tale told by another.

The world was a sea Marie floated in, aimless. She felt a kind of peace in a way, without obligation or direction or ego. It was a beautiful feeling to just let go of reality and drift.

The current of the world pulled her gently around the room, a slow gyre focusing around something at the center. Focus increased, attention began to awaken, and Marie slipped down the whirlpool until she was back in her own head again.

"Master, she's looking at the chains now!" Kusako cried, summoning her master from another room.

"Great! This one should last a few minutes while we get ready. Let's get started." Marie did not connect the voice to a body, hearing it ring out from the glittering steel before her, the resonance of the room shaking the air around her and the sounds simply penetrating through into her dissipating experience.

Tiny girlish hands with delicate fingers worked at fastenings and peeled clothing from Marie's body. Marie saw only chains and cuffs and padded rests, feeling them pluck fasteners and peel latex from her body. Beneath her wig, Marie felt her scalp tingle as the gentleness of the force disrobing her worked its charms. In her confusion she perceived steel cuffs on long chains snaking down her legs peeling off her stockings. Metal clips hooked her wig and lifted it off with a human rustling sound. All was nakedness and exposure to the world and sharing and peace and oneness with the metal.

There came smooth chills, registering slowly as metal against skin on a body that once felt uniquely hers. Joints moved, bringing tension Marie could only marvel at as another astonishing example of existence, a miracle of being and time and motion and flesh and steel and stone and stone and stone and stone...

...stone courtyard. Not the school's atrium, but her courtyard. Ego and sensation drew together with a snap, and Marie felt the paving stones beneath her knees and the cool metal cuffs all over her body. She was forced to kneel by cuffs around thighs and ankles, joined by only a link or two of chain. Her big toes had tiny cuffs linked to the ones on her ankles, keeping her weight on her toes and the balls of her feet.

Marie's shoulders were completely wrenched back, elbows held together by cuffs around her upper arms. These were held high by a chain connecting to her collar, and her lower arms were kept straight by cuffs at wrist and thumbs.

Marie blinked and realized that she was looking at a slavegirl bound exactly as she was, kneeling with knees touching her knees, thick circlets matching her own in every location.

Marie lifted her head to get a look at the girls face, and she snapped back down suddenly as a chain from her septum ring went taut. The other girl gave out a sharp scream followed by gasping as she recoiled from some pain or other. Marie never saw her face, but recognized the voice.

"Kusako?" she mumbled, her lips and tongue still warming up to moving under conscious control.

"Marie! Oh owww, Marie can you hear me?" It was definitely Kusako.

"Yes! Oh what's happening to me! I feel... I feel my brain isn't well! Kusako, am I... Am i dying?"

"Oh sweetie no!" Kusako cooed sympathetically, "Oh I'm so sorry to frighten you like this. It's just that, well this is the only way we can speak to you alone."

Marie realized that she actually wasn't frightened at all, and that she had kind of hoped that the vast oceanic sensations of peace were a reward for a life lived in obedience. She squirmed in her chains some more, trying to exercise her elbows and shoulders, only to get another yelp from the other slave as she accidentally tightened a chain that ran from her own thumb cuffs down between her legs and into Kusako's labial rings.

After more breathing exercises, Kusako began again, "We don't have much time now. I need to tell you the most important thing you've ever heard, and I need to know that you are listening. Do you understand, Marie?"

Marie caught her breath, beginning to feel fear now. She must have paused for too long, because suddenly she saw Kusako shift, and a chain running under the girl tugged painfully on marie's clitoral hood ring.

"Aaah! Yes! I'm sorry, I am listening! Please, go on."

"Marie the first thing you need to understand is that your Mistress is never to be trusted. Do you understand this?"

Marie's nipples tugged painfully as Kusako pulled against them with the chain that ran up to her head.

"Oaaaaw! Yes! Yes! I understand! But why should I believe this?"

"Oh think about it Marie! You only see her in subspace. She sells you and your family legacy to the Agency that owns and terrorizes your girlfriend. Why do you want to submit to this woman?"

Marie tried to find an answer, but couldn't think of one she wanted to say in front of her classmate. She thought over her life, trying to work out why it was headed in the direction it was, but nothing satisfactory resulted.

"Noooo!" Marie shouted as Kusako yanked on all three rings at once, "Stop! No! Aaaaaa!"

Marie grew furious. How dare that little slut toy with her. She brought her head up as far as it would go, squirming with her pinned arms to jerk Kusako's own piercings and teach her her place. The two girls squirmed and screamed as the struggle escalated. Marie squirmed to relieve tension on one part of her body, retaliating with a tug on Kusako's only to be forced to let up by another jolt of pain.

"Waaait! Dammit stop!" Kusako howled over the clanking and screaming, "Marie we don't have time! Don't you understand? Your Mistress doesn't even exist!"

Marie pulled Kusako's strings and held her with a tension just painful enough to keep her whimpering, but not sharp enough to trigger immediate retaliation.

"You'd better explain that, slave!" Marie growled, intoxicated with power over the petite creature at the end of her chains.

Kusako tried to answer, "I just... Oh Master, help. Make her let go!"

"Your Master's not here, girl! You're talking to me now!"

"Oh but he is here with me! He's just not here with you--oh ow! Please no, please let go! Aaah! Oh Marie I wish I could explain this all right now; but I have something I need to give you, and quickly!"

Marie allowed a little slack for Kusako, ready to take the upper hand again at a moment's notice. Kusako caught her breath and swallowed hard.

"Marie, you need to think carefully and answer me this one question: Is there something you own, something precious, that is a token of pure and absolute love? I mean something that represents not just submission or lust or desire, but true devotion and adoration? It should be something small, preferrably. It needs to be something you can keep on your person, maybe something you could hide someplace. Think hard, Marie! I need you to tell me before our time is up!"

Marie did not need to think hard at all. Her mind was growing razor sharp, coming into micron focus. This puzzle was trivial to her, and she almost smirked as she gave Kusako the answer.

"My..." Marie's confidence faltered, emotion saturating her existence again, "My nose ring. It's a family heirloom, and... Oh god they were so happy..."

Kusako squealed, "Marie this is it! We need to do this now! Please, lean toward me--AAAA!" Marie gritted her teeth and hauled on Kusako's piercings again with her head and wrists.

"Who are you, slave? Who are you to order me around? Why have you been following me, eh? How long have you been spying on me? Tell me what this is about!"

"AAAAAUGH! Marie no! We weren't looking for you, I promise! We were tracking Melody, I swear! We are trying to uncover the Agency's plans for her and learn their techniques. Aaah! You just appeared today, and you're... unexpected. You're something new. We don't know what you mean yet, but we can give you...protection."

Marie felt the courtyard begin to close in. She felt pressed to make a decision, thinking of Rosenstock and Angelica and the orderly and now this young lady she was chained to. Of all the people she'd encountered since losing her job, here was someone with both the means and desire to protect her. Could she waste this chance?

In a snap decision she bent forward as far as she could go, able to see Kusako's face for the first time as she looked up without the chain at her nose going taut. Kusako leapt at the moment and bent down herself, kissing Marie deeply, a tongue piercing tracing massaging circles around Marie's mouth.

A golden light seemed to emanate from the kiss, chasing the gloom away from the crumbling grey stone edifice that surrounded them. Shadows danced and Marie's heart soared as a feeling of absolute epiphany traced the edges of her consciousness.

The ground shook, and hunks of terracotta began to fall from the brick structures high overhead. Kusako broke off the kiss with a wide lick up Marie's upper lip, catching the nose ring on her tongue piercing and filling it with the golden light. The ring glowed hot, and the moment Kusako broke contact, it exploded with blinding light.

Marie woke feeling torn to ribbons. She was exhausted and there was a dull ache in her nipples and clitoral hood. Sighing, she tried to roll over, but found her back pressed against a set of steel bars. Rolling the other way, the body of a young woman blocked her way. Feeling around a bit, Marie concluded that she was locked into a kennel cage with Kusako.

Her cellmate gave an adorable little moan as she discovered that Marie was awake again, quietly asking "Mmmm, how do you feel?"

"Fine, I think." Marie whispered into the darkness, "I'm just sore and exhausted now. I wish I could--"

Kusako cut her off with a word, one that broke down immediately into less than meaning, less even than sound. It washed over Marie and suddenly soreness was arousal, exhaustion was desire. She tried to ask Kusako what was happening, but only sighs came out.

"Shhhhh," Kusako reassured her, "Hush now. Just enjoy this. You've earned it!" and with a contortionist's skill she turned around inside the tiny cage and extended her pierced tongue between Marie's legs. Marie marveled at her delicate touch and uncanny skill, and let herself be carried off into the sleep of the well-fucked.

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