# Chapter Eight: Angelica

Author: | Gospodin

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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