Chapter Eight: Angelica
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:Author: Gospodin

.. meta::
   :shs-title: The Enslavement of Marie
   :shs-author: Gospodin
   :shs-part: 8
   :shs-keywords: f, latex, mc, bd

Marie staggered backward, her hand covering her gagged mouth in shame,
tears leaking from her eyes. Her other arm weakly tried to cover the
image of the black-and-silver corset beneath the slick transparent
bathrobe.

Angelica stood taller than usual before her, a pair of towering
platform-heeled boots bringing her five-foot-five-inch frame up higher
than Marie's five foot nine. Angelica reached out with a gloved hand and
pushed the front door closed, latching it and threading the security
chain through its slot.

Marie's shame and embarassment was momentarily forgotten as she looked
her friend up and down. The transformation was stunning, and she almost
didn't recognize her. Angelica's raincoat hung open, and Marie could see
her stocky frame enclosed in a fierce looking leather corset with
shoulder straps. Angie's waist was smartly nipped, and her breasts
contained to form a distinct cleavage. From the waist down to her knees
she was wrapped in a soft leather pencil skirt, a hint of fishnets
showing between hem and boot.

Angelica pulled off the sunglasses she was wearing, and threw back the
hood of her overcoat. "Could you help me with my coat?"

Marie just stared, her jaw slack (although one could never tell thanks
to her gag). When Angelica turned to glare at her, Marie began
whimpering and pointing to her mouth.

"Oh you poor dear! Having trouble getting the gag out?" Angelica pulled
her leather gloves off, and casually laid them over Marie's rubber-clad
forearm.  She felt around Marie's lips, testing the seal. "Ah, I see.
It's glued on. You must have been very naughty to get the glue gag so
early! Then you were punished last night?" She looked at marie, her eyes
full of sympathy.

Marie didn't know what to make of things. Part of her was still unsure
that this was her good friend Angelica talking down to her. She mumbled
confused questions around the rubber penis in her mouth, but Angelica
took no notice.

"Calm down, sweetie. It will wear off in a day or two. Until then you'll
have to settle for a liquid diet. But first things first!" Angelica
pulled an envelope from her pocket, but not the one that Marie had
mailed to her. On it was written in a familiar firm calligraphic hand
the name 'ANGIE'.

Angelica opened the envelope and pulled out a length of thin chain and a
small card with the same sort of writing on it. Reading the card
quickly, she padlocked one end of the chain to the ring on the front of
Marie's gag.

Marie let out a squeal, unable to believe that her good friend was
leashing her in such a twisted fashion. Turning her face away, Angelica
pulled on the leather handle of the chain leash, and began to drag Marie
toward the living room. Marie grabbed the chain in her hands to prevent
the tension from pulling at her neck, letting the gloves she held fall
to the floor.

Angelica dragged Marie to the center of the living room and began
attaching the top of the chain to the medieval-looking chandelier
hanging from the ceiling.  When she was finished, Marie's head was
pulled up slightly, so that she was able to look forward but unable to
turn her head down. Finally, Angelica grabbed Marie's wrists and
attached them to the chain above her head with a pair of steel
handcuffs.

At this point Angelica sighed heavily, and looked the frightened girl in
the eyes. "Oh Marie, what did you do to deserve so much punishment so
early?" She embraced the bound woman and tenderly stroked her cheek
between the straps of the gag trainer.

Marie's eyes simply followed her friend's motions, closing only to savor
the presence of her beloved Angelica. She was in a daze, the behavior of
her best friend tearing at her heart and mind.

Angelica soon stood up straight again, gathered her composure, and read
aloud from the card she held. "There is good news and bad news. The bad
news is that your halloween costume will not fit while you wear the
corset, and the keys will not arrive at Angie's for two more days."
Marie leaned against the chain, hanging and swaying slightly as she
listened to the message from her unseen tormentors relayed through the
sweet voice of her closest companion.

"The good news is that the locks are identical to those of the model
that Angie sometimes wears, and she will unlock you."

Marie craned her neck to look at Angelica as she fished out a pair of
bicycle lock keys from her cleavage. She fumbled for a while to untie
the knot at the front of Marie's rubber bathrobe, and finally after much
squeaking she opened the garment to reveal the silver and black corset
and chastity belt combination.

Reaching up, she pulled at a piece of chromed steel, swinging it open to
reveal a ring-shaped keyhole like those on the ends of bicycle locks.
With expert speed, she slipped the keys into the appropriate holes and
released the spring-catches, causing the entire garment to jump from
Marie's body and fall clanging to the floor.

"Oh, that's strange!" Angelica cooed, looking at the open device on the
floor before her. "I never knew you could remove the plugs! I've pulled
the nipple brushes out of the cups before to clean them, but I always
put them back. Those are the best part of wearing the thing!"

Marie began moaning into her gag, the emotions twisting inside her. She
began to struggle and strain against her cuffs and gag-chain, yearning
to be free and to be able to just ask her friend what all this was
about. She longed to be alone with Angelica, so that she could be
soothed properly by her, so that they could talk without the silent
presence of her invisible captor. What cruel Master or Mistress
dominated these two women, and would this bring them together or keep
them apart? Marie finally burst into tears, her wails distorted by the
rubber penis.

Angelica bit her lip and embraced Marie once more. Marie realized that
her stomach and back muscles ached from the long confinement, and her
nipples and clitoris were sore. Angelica tried in vain to soothe her
subjugated companion, assuring her that the worst was over and that if
she obeyed and was a good girl she would receive the rewards that only a
slave can know.

"I know you have many questions, but you have to believe me when I say
that to answer them now would bring both of us only great suffering.
Have faith that you will understand everything in time. It was hard for
me too, at first; but as I came to accept my place as a slave, my new
life became much more enjoyable. You'll see! You just..." Angie traced
her finger over marie's glued lips, "...got off to a bad start."

Marie closed her eyes and began breathing deeply through her nose,
taking advantage of her unrestricted abdomen. Finally, with all the
presence of will she could muster, she shot Angelica a look of absolute
betrayal.

Angie immediately cast her eyes downward, unable to look her friend in
the eye.  "Well, there is just one more thing. It says here that you
will notice some strange changes, and that you are to understand that
they happened to prove to you that you cannot lock your body away. Your
body is no longer your property, and what happens to it is not in your
power to decide any more."

Angelica looked at the floor, avoiding Marie's gaze. "I am giving you
the keys to the cuffs and the leash. I will not see you until the
masquerade party, and there we will not recognize each other until the
unmasking. I hope you decide to accept your fate and enjoy the evening
out. Please... Just..."

Angelica stepped beside Marie and slipped a keyring over her finger,
still looking away from her.

"Just know that... whatever you're going through..." finally she began
to cry "...just know that I've gone through worse!" and with that, she
ran from the house, sobbing.

Marie hung there, listening to the sound of her friend opening and
slamming the door, and the sound of her heavy platform boots on the
sidewalk outside, the quick rasp of a sniffling woman vanishing into the
sounds of the city.

After a few minutes of careful fumbling and testing, Marie managed to
get the cuffs undone, and she spent a few minutes working the kinks out
of her shoulders before releasing her gag from the leash. Finally, she
collapsed back into her plush sofa, wrapping the rubber bathrobe around
her.

She felt an odd tugging at her nipple, so she reached up to adjust the
garment so that it wouldn't pinch so much. Feeling around, she found
what seemed like a hard ring built into the robe. Looking down, she
realized with horror that it was in fact a heavy metal ring threaded
through the flesh of her nipple!

She stood up suddenly and peeled off the robe, revealing two large
nipple piercings, each with a large red gem-like ball at the bottom.
Running her hand down her front, she quickly discovered the matching
smaller ring run through her clitoris. She howled into her gag, enraged
by the thought that somehow she had been pierced full of holes and
embedded with metal trinkets. She felt around her body frantically, but
fortunately the three rings she had already found were the only ones.

Exhausted, she slumped back down onto the couch, fingering her new
piercings idly. When had this happened? She had put on the corset with
rubber bands over her nipples, and when she took it off there were
piercings. Had she somehow forgotten an hour's worth of being freed from
the contraptions, getting genital piercings, and then re-attaching the
devices? The big question is how the hell the corset and chastity belt
came off without her or Angelica's keys!

Realizing that she was famished, Marie reluctantly rolled off the couch
and headed to the kitchen. She drank orange juice through a straw while
she made some soup for herself. She could already feel more of the gag's
glue weakening, and estimated that it would probably be safe to pull it
off sometime the next morning.

After a much-needed but difficult to swallow meal, Marie stumbled up to
her bedroom to finally get some sleep. The ordeal of the previous
evening had left her deliriously tired, and the strain of the
afternoon's encounter had done nothing for her exhaustion. She pushed
open the door to find her bed still naked save for a simple latex sheet,
the cuffs still attached to the iron frame. Too weak to properly make
the bed, she rolled onto the bare rubber and massaged her belly.

Marie mused over her position as she calmed herself down. She was being
controlled through pleasure, pain, embarassment, and now she did not
even have the ability to turn to her closest friend for comfort or
advice. The forces that kept her enslaved seemed impossible to fight
against. She could not endure another punishment session like the one
from the previous night -- the waiting alone was agony even before she
knew what sort of pain the corset was capable of dealing.

"You win." She thought, "I give up. I am your slave... I am Your slave.
Please, be gentle! I cannot fight or resist You!"

Marie rolled over in the bed and looked at the cuffs. Accept your place,
Angie had said, and you will receive the rewards that only a slave can
know. With that thought, Marie reached down and slowly slipped her foot
into a steel cuff, squeezing the buttersoft rubber lining tight around
her ankle as she locked herself once more to the bed. As she bound
herself with the other three cuffs she thought to herself, "I hope that
You see this, because I could really use a break about now."

In moments, she was sound asleep, and dreaming of wild animalistic sex.

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