Chapter Twenty Five: The Resistance
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:Author: Gospodin

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   :shs-title: The Enslavement of Marie
   :shs-author: Gospodin
   :shs-part: 25
   :shs-keywords: Ff, bond, latex, mc, chains

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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