Chapter Twenty-Six: Over the Barrel
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:Author: Gospodin

.. meta::
   :shs-title: The Enslavement of Marie
   :shs-author: Gospodin
   :shs-part: 26
   :shs-keywords: Ff, bond, latex, mc, anal

Marie was rather proud of how easily she'd peeled the fruit.  She
managed to snap the stem of the banana with a minimum of effort, and
pulled down a stripe of yellow rind with a single fluid twisting
gesture.  The only trouble was that she had underestimated how difficult
it would be to get the sweet insides to her lips.

Kusako laughed from the other side of the table, kneeling in an
identical steel scold's fiddle to Marie's.  The devices were simple
steel yokes that hinged shut around the throat, fitting neatly to a
slave's collar.  As the two ends met, the front arms closed with two
smaller holes around the wearer's wrists, keeping the hands up at chin
level, facing palm to palm one in front of the other.  

Marie now realized that while her hands could perform a number of
complicated tasks, they were too far from her lips to be much use for
eating.  She blushed a little and rested her elbows against her ribs in
defeat.

"So, um... What am I supposed to do then?"  She whispered, although
Kusako's Master was obviously still in the shower.  He'd released the
girls from the cage that morning, locked them in the fiddles and then
set out the fruit and milk before running upstairs to the bathroom.

Kusako batted her eyelashes at Marie and began to recite, "In Hell,
everyone is chained to benches a meter away from a lush banquet table,
and are given nothing but meter-long chopsticks to eat with.  The people
there are in a state of perpetual starvation and are teased by the
bounty before them.  In Heaven, it is exactly the same chains and
chopsticks, but the people are happy and well-fed.  Do you know why?"

Marie vaguely remembered this one from a book of puzzles she'd had as a
little girl, but she took too long thinking of the solution.  Kusako
slinked over beside her and wrapped her lips around the peeled banana,
tipping her head back and swallowing it whole in a single astonishing
gulp.

"In Heaven," she purred into Marie's ear, "the people feed each other."

When Kusako's Master came down, wet hair slicked back and wearing a
terrycloth robe, he found Marie covered with sticky fruit and laughing
into a large plum that Kusako had managed to shove between her teeth.
Kusako was sitting on the poor girl and tickling her mercilessly,
suddenly snapping to attention and kneeling in a submissive bow when she
saw Him approach.

"Get her mopped down and over the barrel, pet.  She's got work today,
and I'm not letting her out of here without knowing her better." He
ordered, reaching down and removing the padlock from the pin that held
her fiddle shut.  The girl touched her forehead to His feet before
scrambling to clean Marie off.

Satisfied that Marie was presentable and had actually swallowed enough
food to satisfy her hunger, Kusako dragged her to a set of padded stocks
and pushed her to her knees before them.  A secondary clasp was removed
from Marie's yoke, and it snapped out to hold her hands up at either
side of her shoulders.  Finally Kusako pushed Marie down so she bent
over the padded supports and brought down top bars and straps.

Marie squirmed, looking into Kusako's eyes as she waited for the Master
of the house to return.

"Is he going to punish me for something?" Marie whispered, realizing as
she said it that she was kind of looking forward to that.

"I doubt it," Kusako murmured, "he most likely just wants to fuck you."

Marie remembered the last time she had had sex with a man, back at the
Halloween party.  She remembered the punishing pain that seemed to come
from her piercings when she was about to orgasm, and nervously described
it to Kusako.

"Don't worry.  I'll mention it to him." was all she got in reply.

Eventually Kusako was called out of the room, and Marie had nothing to
do but test her bonds, which she did as a matter of course.  The bench
permitted very little squirming, but the whole assembly seemed to swing
forward and backward as she pushed against the stocks that were locked
around her ankles.  She sighed and started swinging, counting the sways
until the numbers lost their meaning and her eyes went glassy.

The creaking of the swaying mechanism grew sharper and sharper in her
hearing, the clang-clang-clang of a hammer against hot metal on an anvil
somewhere behind her.  Marie squinted up against the sunlight, across
acres of green to a castle ruin high atop a hill.  In the unfathomable
logic of dreaming, Marie saw or knew that the structure was being
repaired by hundreds of slaves.

Marie craned her neck, trying to understand the scene of devastation
around her.  Foundations of buildings bordered smoking piles of ash, and
the village looked to have been sacked by an invading army.  Only the
blacksmith's stood intact, perhaps because it was made of brick and
stone to house the furnace.

Marie rocked back, rolling the giant ale keg she was chained to until
her bare feet touched the dust.  The morning sun blasted at her eyes,
but in silhouette she saw Kusako once more.  The girl was buckling a
complicated set of straps about her body, and when she stepped away from
the sun Marie continued to be dazzled by its reflection off the polished
steel elements of Kusako's harness device.

The world swam in ripples of light, and Kusako floated toward Marie on a
sunbeam.  Marie felt a hand on her rear, and a thumb gently massaged a
greasy substance into her anus.  She tensed at the sudden attention, but
then relaxed as Kusako cooed into her ear and stroked her hair.

"Now let's see if you learned anything in class." Kusako murmured.  The
barrel rolled forward, and Marie found herself staring at a polished
steel dildo that disappeared into the collection of straps and rings at
the girl's crotch.  Without hesitation she took the tip of the phallus
into her mouth and began bobbing her head, working her way slowly toward
throating it.

As she was beginning to feel her gag reflex conquered, the hands on her
ass tightened and she felt a pressure against her sphincter.  Missing a
beat from surprise, she struggled to relax both ends of her digestive system
and allow him in.

She rolled on her barrel, back and forth, taking steel in the mouth and
man in the rear.  As the rhythm grew her heart soared.  Being meat bound
to a barrel, controlled with no pressure to make terrifying decisions,
holes filled with sex and pleasure: it felt like home.  What would have
felt degrading and terrifying years ago now felt like enlightenment.
All desire washed away, all needs fulfilled by the double-pumping in
face and ass of a well-bound slavegirl.

Marie heard whimpering, and realized that it came from Kusako.  From the
tension she felt on the steel cock in her throat, Marie guessed the other
end must be inside Kusako somehow.  

Her reflection over the nature of the strap-on (or strap-in, if it truly
was as she suspected) was interrupted when the metal began to pulse
against her tongue, as if some ancient heart pumped quicksilver.  Kusako
was a vision of glimmering chrome, the ideal metal woman fitted with an
idealized fixture of male anatomy.  She sparked in the sunlight like a
robot goddess, and Marie worshipped her with the only means of communion
she had available.

But as her vision of Kusako gelled into this image, the barrel rocked
backward and stayed that way as the man inside her rear began to pump
furiously.  She felt him press in deep and begin to fill her, slapping
the backs of her thighs and causing her to tense around him.  Once she
had milked him dry, he grunted and withdrew, and she rolled forward onto
the metal phallus.

This, too, seemed ready to burst.  She sucked and teased with her
tongue, swallowing it down again, and was soon rewarded with a sudden
jet of fluid into her throat.  She sensed the trail of goo as it
withdrew, and noticed a tangy taste and a tingle like electricity.

She smacked her lips, and the courtyard simply vanished from existence.
One moment she was squinting against the sunlight reflecting off of the
android goddess before her, and the next she was back in the swinging
stocks.  She heard Kusako's Master cleaning up behind her, and Kusako
was busy removing the double-ended pump dildo from her pussy.

"What was that stuff?" Marie asked, licking tingling droplets of it off
her chin.

"Oh, just a little parting gift from Master." Kusako smiled, "It will
clear your head for 24 hours, so you can think things through properly.
You'll need to pretend that nothing has changed, or people will suspect,
but I think you're advanced enough that you can tell them whatever they
want to hear."

Marie considered this as Kusako finished tidying up and setting her
free.  It was true that she did feel a remarkable focus and
concentration, as if she had access to her full senses for the first
time in years.  She showered and put her school uniform back on,
reflecting almost constantly on her situation.

At the door, Kusako's Master grabbed Marie roughly by the upper arm and
drew her into a passionate kiss.  Marie wasn't expecting it, but she
observed it as if from the outside.  

*This is a kiss from a man who has power over me.  He has shown me great
kindness.  I could fall in love with him.  My life would let me enjoy
being his slave beside Kusako.  I am already beginning to fall in love
with her.*

Her stream of thoughts and analysis did not break stride when he broke
off the kiss as suddenly as he started it.  He landed a fierce slap
across Marie's cheek, causing her to twist a quarter turn in reaction to
the blow.

"You'll have to do better than that." he huffed in a brusque but
otherwise unemotional tone, and then spun on his heel and walked back
into the house.

*Within the context of our relationship, he was punishing me to teach me
a lesson.* The analytical voice in Marie's head kept running a mile a
minute.  *He wants me to know that it is critical that I act the part I
am meant to play, and not reveal my current state.*

Kusako took Marie by the hand, and brought it up to her own cheek.  She
then reached to Marie's waist and drew her close, as if to dance.
Instead, Kusako pressed her mouth to Marie's with a kiss of her own,
which Marie returned with apparent passion.

"I'm afraid this is good bye, Marie." Were those tears in the girl's
eyes?  "Master says you're too hot to touch, and we have to move on or
risk everything.  I loved sharing my chains with you, and wish we could
be slavemates forever, but Master has his work and I obey."

Marie stared into Kusako's eyes, willing her own to reflect the love and
sadness that she knew she felt without actually feeling it.  Kusako
brushed Marie's lips with her own in one last gentle moment, then turned
and walked back into the house.

*I miss Kusako right now.* Marie's mind noted. *I am in love with her.
This is heartbreaking.*

Marie immediately turned away from the house and began walking toward
a waiting cab, dutifully moving on to her chores for the day.

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