Elegance described the bedchamber itself in which Calista regained consciousness. The walls and ceiling were of one piece which curved gently along the sides and precipitously above, creating a chamber shaped like an egg with the bottom cut flat, made from an organic material Calista would have called wood except for its pastel, cerulean color. The furnishings simulated those of Earth, but seemed inspired by the designs of a number of periods. Nothing Calista saw seemed fashioned from what she'd consider traditional materials. Either her captor was taking pains to convey a message of superiority, or this harmonious electicism represented her favored style. How much of the obvious wealth here had been purchased with nubile human flesh? Speaking of which, the procession of servants taking positions at the perimeter of the bed were themselves unusual. Their phenotypes were improbable: a waifish Polynesian with silvery hair, a buxom redheaded maid who stared at her with blatantly Japanese eyes, even a semi-albino whose rosy lips and lightly freckled face contradicted everything Calista knew about natural human pigmentation. Were they genetically altered? Crossbred, like dogs, until they expressed the desired traits? Or were they merely striking mutants, like koi fish, carefully secluded for their preservation? Alien technology made each scenario possible, but more concerning was the deliberate mein of the maids who surrounded her. She had been surrounded, the agent realized, too overcome by exotic surroundings to penetrate the slaves' demure guises until they'd already had her ringed. So far however, they did not threaten her.

"Mistress believes that you may be hungry." suggested a lilting voice to Calista's side.

"Thirsty as well." added a soft vibrato when the agent tried to see who'd spoken initially. "We will bring you any provisions you request."

"We wish you a joyful day of service Sister." they all intoned in lovely unison. Their smiles sprang in tandem to their universally gorgeous lips. "You are permitted to eat here Sister, unless you would prefer that we escort you to the garden for your repast. Then we will dress you according to Mistress's requirements."

"Please Sister, we implore you to behave." the semi-albino urged, delicately touching Calista's arm.

"You wouldn't be so mean tempered as to hurt us, would you?"

Calista shook her head no to the girl that had asked if she would hurt them, they where innocents but at the same time she couldn't trust them.

Calista's eye took in each of the woman, lingering on each of the to mentally analyze them, though she she clutched at her head as an intense stabbing sensation penetrated deep into her head, nauseating the blond haired woman as she curled into the fetal position and mewled in pain. After several minutes the pain began to subside along with the nausea as she slowly sat up and looked at the slave-girls gathered around her bed. She swallowed back bile that had risen up in her throat as she spoke in a hoarse whisper, her abused vocal cords unable to manage much more.

"W-Where am I?" she asked as she pulled way from the women's touches.

He wasn't sure what they would do to her if she tried to push past them and in her current condition she was sure that even a kitten could easily hand her ass to her. So she grabbed one of the pillows and covered her nude body with it and while she was a captive, she was fascinated by the different variations of the women before her. "What happens if I don't behave and what if I don't want any food or drink?"

"If you don't want any food or drink," came the patient reply, tinged by a low-lying note of reproval, "then you will be hungry and thirsty during your service to our Mistress."

"I wouldn't recommend it." Everybody nodded quietly. Calista didn't detect any condescension in the maiden's expressions, but her inexplicable migraine arrested any use of her psionic abilities. In fact, the interposing jolt of pain occured precisely when she'd attempted to glean information from the women's minds. Goosebumps speckled the back of Calista's neck. The semi-albino woman (were they going to introduce themselves eventually?) tapped the agent's forehead, but she didn't feel the fingertip's texture. Instead there was a moment of light pressure, as of a touch against one of her fingernails. One of the pieces of furniture appeared to be a vanity, surmounted by the usual looking glass. In the mirror Calista spied a sapphire diadem centered an inch above her brow. Perhaps not a saphhire, for someone of Natsuki's resources would have no trouble procuring or creating a blue diamond, but the jewel itself didn't matter so much as the fact that Calista's rapidly fading migraine emanated from the spot where the diadem was embedded into her skin. Its facets reflected miniscule images of her pained face.

"Forgive us for not warning you sooner." a maiden apologized. "Mistress bid us to ask you not to touch your diadem, but we did not expect you to try to employ your psychic abilities so expeditiously."

"What she means to say is that you shouldn't use your powers, or try to touch the gem at all." The first voice gently interrupted. It belonged to a fair featured girl whose features might derive from a region near Russia, but mingled with inappropriate, albeit breathtaking, traits which Calista lacked the ability to guess at. Silver speckled eyes (surely a mutation?!) regarded her without flinching. Her nose was Greek, perhaps. She had long, pearly fingernails. "The gem is rooted by a kind of needle directly into your brain, with a tiny computer inside it. If it senses brain activity in the wrong lobe you'll receive an electrical current to deter you. You've just experienced it."

The servant with the tenor voice slipped a glassy hypodermic from her sleeve. The cylinder contained a nameless, colorless fluid. "If you misbehave Mistress will teach you how to obey, but if she's indisposed then it's our responsibility to chastise you." One of the servants showed a mild expression of regret, but each produced identical needles for display, then immediately replaced them in their sleeves. "We all carry one, and if you are rude enough to try to abandon us, we will inject you."

"You will lose control of your bladder if we do that." the semi-albino added. "Permanently."

"Mistress prefers meting out consequences rather than force. If you wish to remain continent Sister, please be ladylike."

Calista bit her lower lip to keep her emotions in check as her fingers reflexively reached up to touch the skin of her brow just below the diadem. While she had always had a contentious relationship with her abilities, she had always been able to hear the background noise of the rest of the world if she let her defenses down, but not it was like a part of her had been taken from her. Tears of exhaustion, pain, and fear rimmed her eyes as she swallowed hard against the lump in her throat before her frustration had built to a point that she could no longer contain it and she flung the pillow covering her at the Russian slave girl with the pearly fingernails as she gave a hoarse, croaking scream. She dropped heavily to the bed as a wave of hungry swept over her and she collapse back onto it, her eyes traveled around the ring of beautiful and exotic women, all with an expression of almost sweet sympathy though there was a fanaticism that burned behind their eyes.

Calista silently swore that she would not become like them, she was an ADD Special Talent she was trained to resist torture and to escape. "Am I supposed to talk like you then, all formal and exaggerated?" she asked, a part of her mind working on a plan to escape once she was stronger, but it would require being with only one or two of the girls to avoid that needle and the drug within.

Her need for food finally won out as her stomach growled loudly in protest, echoing a little in the small room. The captive agent decided that she wanted food and she wanted clothes and looked back to the slave-girl that seemed to be the most authoritative, the silver eyed Russian whom looked a great deal like Calista with the exception for her fingernails and eyes "I want something to eat please...and I would like some clothes or do I have to be in your mistress' presence for that?"

Natsuki was their mistress, Calista thought to herself as she waited for a reply as her eyes where drawn back to the diadem. It was a piece of master craftmanship, that much was evidence by the finely wrought details etched into the metal as well as the many seemingly flawless shimmering Antherian opals. For what would be the first thought many similar ones, Calista felt like a pet with an expensive collar...one that likely could never be taken off.

"Why me?" she asked the semi-albino who seemed the one showing the most genuine concern for her, though it was likely just all part of the woman's training. Make her comfortable, ease the transition from free woman to slave.

The Russian, she of the silvery eyes, did not give Calista censure for buffeting her with the pillow. A minor expression of frustration was to be expected of a new and tempermental slave, her gaze said. If you are angry I will bear it, since Mistress has thus commanded me. Calista could hardly have heard the servant's thoughts better if she'd removed the wretched diadem from her head. To think that her unbridled psionic power had been reduced to an ornament for Natsuki Saika, just another feather in some slaver's cap. How similar she was to these conditioned servant maids with their rare traits. Silvery eyes, albino skin with pigmented facial features, psionic ability. All expensively kept additions to Natsuki's own prestige. Except Calista had the advantage of her ADD training, and the slim chance that somebody less corrupt than Caldwell would countermand his orders to authorize a retrieval mission. Her captors were speaking, but for a moment she'd not been paying attention.

"...need to speak the way that we do. A neophyte such as you?" For the first time the nubile throng tittered amongst themselves. It seemed such social graces were above someone of Calista's station. They assessed her newly bared body and seemed impressed despite their vague haughtiness. One of them encircled Calista's neck with her hands. An attack! Calista's training hissed. But no, just conciliatory fingers patiently kneading her shoulders.

"No Sister. Of course you may have clothes." Her eyes flashed, lingering on the agent's abdomen, rising to take in her new Sister's breasts, pleased at their exquisite contours. Mistress had a worthy, novel toy, while she herself gained another companion. "Remember she's your Mistress too. Be grateful for her blessings."

"I do not know the answer to that." the semi-albino regretfully addressed Calista's latest question. "It is not our place to ask Mistress about her motives. If she favors you, maybe she will supply the reason." All together Calista's dutiful entourage clasped their hands in their laps and bowed at some indiscernible cue.

"Please join us for breakfast Sister. We will guide you to the banquet hall. came the chorus from the servant's lips. What else? Calista's stomach growled. She did feel faint, the soreness of her privates doing nothing but adding to her distress. Moving her legs caused an explosion of stinging through her loins.

"Lean on me won't you?" one of the maidens offered, noting Calista's difficulties.

The banquet 'hall' as it had been called resided in the same garden where Calista had first awoken speared end to end by the mammoth statues. Both platinum collosi flanked their stone basin where she remembered them, but now she had the liberty to scan her surroundings thoroughly. Further along the garden path she spied a circular table wrought from rhodium filigree. Calista's bare feet took the amethyst and garnet paving stones one by one while her Sisters supported her progress. One of the maidens deviated onto a tributary path, probably to fetch clothes for Calista. Would she be given a choice in garments when the maiden returned?

The electric torture that she had been subjected to in the garden had played havoc with her hypersensitive, conditioned body as the stinging in her private sent a surge of sexual arousal through her body and caused her to flush while her lower lips moistened and became even more puffy. Calista gasped as her new 'Sisters' gently lifted her from the bed and to her feet, her eyes rolling in a sudden wash of pleasure as their hands and skin brushed hers, as hands brushed across the roughness of her aureole and quickly stiffening nipple as the moved to support her.

She swallowed and groaned hoarsely as the party moved from the opulant bed room and began helping her move towards the banquet hall. Prespiration beaded on her skin as her bare breast rose and fell with her quikening breaths. Her exotic jade colored eyes rolled back in her head as she struggled weakly against the overwhelming ecstacy in her body. She could feel the individual gems beneath her bare feet, taking in her surroundings as she tried to focus on something other than the subtle shift of fabric against her skin.

She saw the two mercurial statues standing impassive and uncaring, which made the desire to smash them both with a telekinetic blast ever so appealing, though she knew that the pain was not worth risking it. It was much lighter within the domed structure than when she had first awakened impaled and forced to torture herself. The light was a very pale pink with a hint of a hundred different exotic scents that mixed into a heady fragrance while all manner of unique beast prowled the grounds but gave the group of woman a wide berth. She noticed that one of the women had disappeared before they reached the circular table where she was lowered to a waiting pillow.

She looked around at the other women and felt her throat tighten as she swallowed, sitting up and refusing to show any more fear or weakness amongst them. If she couldn't count on the ADD for rescue then it was all up to her and even without her psionic abilities she was more than able for the task. She turned when she felt a hand touch lightly on her shoulder and saw her missing 'Sister' holding clothes draped across her arm. She managed a smile and a nod as means of thanks before she used the low table to help herself stand up.

"Is there somewhere I can change?" she asked, seeing a look of mix confusion and worry pass between the servant-maids.

Calista seemed to have made some sort of faux pas; her attendants exchanged glances like those of parents who's offspring have asked an awkward question. For the moment the servant who'd brought clothing unfolded the garment in her arms. Sleek, flowing, totally diaphanous, all these terms described the gossamer slip which fluttered in the breeze. Almost tubular, the slip seemed sheer and readily elastic, capable of accommodating Calista's anatomy, as the servant demonstrated by pulling on the material to cause it to stretch, whereupon it seemed nearly to vanish in the expanse between the woman's hands. As the fabric lost substantiality it became prismatic, sparkling with the multifarious hues of a soap bubble. Embroidery encrusted the surface, lending opacity to certain areas, but a closer inspection made it plain that the lacey coral patterns proliferated the long skirt, the shoulders, and the sleeves. The rest was all soap-bubble film that left the entire torso bare from pubus to breasts.

"Do not trouble yourself Sister. Please allow us to dress you." the silvery eyed Russian gently requested. She proferred the dress. She carried no others. Calista's unthinking revulsion at what was being offered to her made the other girls fidget, but nobody averted their eyes, maintaining their soft, determined mein. So these were Calista's choices, to squirm into a body stocking that afforded less dignity even than complete nudity or keep walking to banquet while her escort's magnificent hands lay directly on her unprotected skin. Or make a break for it that instant, an impetuous aspect of herself reminded. These women walked without a shred of caution, gliding carefree through a world where danger never intruded upon their lives of servitude. They were fragile as China eggshells. She'd sweep two to the ground in a single exertion, shouting defiance as she angled sideways through the gap in their bodies....
...then darting needles would gracefully puncture her skin, and she'd wet herself. Ingloriously pissing in the midst of the garden, while her sore pussy squeezed and squeezed. She had to keep in mind her exhaustion. Those damn hypodermics! Better to show restraint until she'd eaten and drunk, and eased her overworked muscles into a semblance of fitness.

"Don't scowl so!" bid the semi-albino, hugging Calista from behind in an unexpected rush. "Please don't think anything bad Sister. Don't make us be cruel toward you."

"You are not permitted to dress yourself." somebody offered as explanation. "You rejected the kind offer of our Mistress, so she decided that you did not have the qualities to join us as full fledged servants. She has declared you to be an object, and objects are not capable of feeding themselves, or clothing themselves...so we must take up the burden." As if the earlier threat needed repeating Calista's phenotypal counterpart reached into her sleeve as a precaution, delivering the revealing garment to the other sisters. Albino hands gingerly led Calista's arms over her head so that the others could pull her clothing over her body. They bid her to her knees, simply allowing her to slump on her own while they controlled her descent. Wispy smoke rasped over Calista, or so it seemed, for her garment had no discernible weight. It only rasped her conditioned nerves with threads too fine to see. She felt them right enough, felt them as if they were ropes. The surprisingly rough texture scraped her skin at the tiniest shift, so that now the servant girls' fingers were replaced by the encompassing grip of sensual fabric brushing her with its omnipresent weave. The girls retreated a pace to admire how the dress flattered their sister, and truly, the kaleidoscope sunbursts coursing over Calista's lace-bordered torso suited her.

"You are breathtaking."

Each breath she took caused a fresh jolt of pleasure along her hypersensitive nerves, her plump lips opening slightly as she gasped in the torturous clutches of the dress. Her hands clutched at the edge of the table as she sank to her knees, she indeed did feel breathtaking but for an entirely different reason than what the servant maids were speaking of. If she did not hold herself carefully still, the fibers of the dress brushed against her skin and caused her to flush with arousal.

Even her deepened breathing was causing her some discomfort, swallowing she tried to control her breathing as the other women gathered at their places around the table, her albino Sister taking up a place beside her as seemingly only the most luxurious foods were provided. Beside each place setting was an exquisitely craft rosy quartz dish filled with a thick pudding, garnished with a wedge of some alien citrus fruit. The other women watched Calista expectantly, their hands poised in their laps as they waited for the blond agent.

A gentle chime sounded in the air as the other servant girls bowed their heads reverently knowing that their mistress was coming to grace them with her presence, all except for Calista simply because to move would disrupt the small measure of calm that she had been able to find in the dress. The scent of a subtle perfume filled the air as the sounds of delicate heels could be heard clicking-crunching on the walkway behind the blond haired agent, feeling as a finger lightly traced along the exposed skin of her neck and caused her to shiver. A slight twitter emerged from the lips of the servants, only to be quickly silenced by a stern glance from the exotic Russian. The milky paleness of her neck spilled down across her chest, which now had a subtle opalescence to it, shading between her generous breasts. Even compressed by the dress, the points of each mound swirled into a pink sweet waiting to be plucked to attention.

Natsuki finally moved into Calista's field of vision, standing there in a pale sheer gown with a high waist that lifted her breast brazenly above the deeply scooped neckline. The opulent woman had no fear of anything within her paradise,as bribes in all the right places made sure of that.

Calista could feel the alien woman's eyes running over the taut curves of her body, observing her handiwork which caused her to flush with embarrassment at this added shame. The agent turned slave at first sat
amongst the beautiful garden as no one spoke, trembling at the madness that fallen into, but her stomach growled and hunger would not be denied. She looked at the food arrayed out on the table before nodding her head towards a small dish of artistically prepared Nigiri-zushi style sushi and some unknown vegetable that appeared similar to a well prepared seaweed. The albino smiled at Calista as the agent began eating, carefully chewing as her Sister prepared a spoonful of the creme pudding, and hesitated in tasting it before the albino looked at her pleadingly. Calista found it surprisingly salty.

Natsuki meanwhile had turned her attention to the Russian servant, stroking her hair lovingly as she knelt beside her, the servant smiled and obediently began feeding her mistress while daintily tasting the creme that Natsuki fed to her.

Adopting such a statuesque attitude for the sake of sparing herself the dress's infernal stimulation meant that Calista had little to do but observe her surroundings, which presented a few conflicts. Admiring the garden around her required shifting about in her seat, unless she confined herself to a strictly forward view, which she preferred to avoid. The dominant scenery in front of her was, well, she'd rather not think about bathtubs or polished metal men. While the women at the table were universally gorgeous she sensed that paying them too much mind would be construed as a sort of invitation, and she definitely knew better than to encourage Natsuki, who already eyed her amorously. That left only the embroidery on her dress and the cuisine. As far as cuisine went the variety was superb, and Calista had no trouble finding a dish that suited her palette, but any visual appeal her repast may have had was demolished once she started to eat. Therefore she analysed the aesthetics of her dress. The embroidery rosettes were alike in outline, though not precisely in shape, fitting together like cells in a honeycomb, but their most remarkable aspect were the singular subjects illuminated on each in fine threadwork. No pattern or scene repeted itself, and she noticed that the rosettes on her arms and skirt had the same rainbow effect as the sheer window on her torso, except instead of sunbursts they scintillated with infinitesimal points of brilliance.

While Calista was distracted one of the Sisters guided her chin with a fingertip to feed her another dollop of pudding. Her meal had already been concluded, but thanks to the dainty spoons with which the Sisters scooped pudding for her the quart dish in front of her still held half of its creamy confection. The salty-sweet flavor oozed along Calista's tongue before she swallowed. Everybody present, with the exception of Natsuki herself, flushed as they saw the agent's throat bob. The albino swiftly brought another spoonful to the captive's lips, wearing an expression as if she were performing a good deed. This continued in silence, Natsuki preferring to cultivate serenity during her breakfasts, while the girls took turns abasing themselves in exchange for their Mistress's favor. Spoonful after spoonful, to the bottom of Calista's dish, and then in what the Sisters probably supposed was a magnanimous gesture they poured the dregs from their own portions into a crystal goblet for Calista to drink. Their insistence had a disturbing element to it, pleasant manners or not. If only she could read their duplicity instead of guessing at it! Perhaps the pudding had had been laced with a drug? If so then the amount she'd eaten should do whatever job it was meant to; no further harm could come from more. In any case, her body had grown quite warm without her realizing it until that moment. Not heat from the sun; the domes cut out the more energetic wavelengths of light, and the humidity levels were controlled. Her heart pounded, not faster. Harder. She felt it as well as heard the beating filling her ears. The dress confined her perspiration...no. The window to her torso breathed as if she were disrobed. Blood suffused her skin, pulsating beneath her damn fingernails, what was wrong?! Copiously salivating, Calista couldn't fathom why she felt so damn thirsty as the goblet was tipped to her lips, and, and goddess the pudding soothed her throat! An orgasmic afterglow trickled down Calista's spine, moving from bone to bone as she gulped the salty creme. Nonsensical to derive such pleasure, unless...Calista licked her lips involuntarily, a sticky white strand dangling from her chin. Her hand caught the strand and pushed past her lips without her thinking, out of reflex. Her Kohlnari conditioning usually made her act that way, but only when she tasted...salty creme. Oh goddess... Natsuki regarded her slave with laughing eyes.

"Ladies. Please lead the new slave to the White Well, and place her in the yoke. Cynthia, why don't you fetch a corset for her? Transducian velvet." Natsuki politely commanded. Cynthia, the semi-albino, promptly assented and had soon walked out of sight. Meanwhile the other Sister gathered dished while a pair converged on Calista where she sat.

The old Earth saying 'Trapped between a rock and a hard place' aptly applied to Calista's situation, to survey the garden to get an idea of its lay out required the young woman to twist and move within the confines of her insidous clothing that simply stimulated her bodies reactions which she was attempting to avoid if at all possible as her body was already on fire from her efforts to sit at the table. Though from her vantage point she could see the gleaming metal statues that had been used to torment her earlier as a flurry of emotions rose up with in her, casting a momentary angry glare at Natsuki before she looked away. While beautifully laid out the food provided only a momentary distraction for the blond agent as her plate was filled with her requested selection. She tried to focus her mind anywhere else than on her current situation as she felt lithe, gentle fingers lifting her chin whilst a spoon pushed past her lips, feeding her the creme pudding.

Calista was working on autopilot, her mind considering the patterns and designs of her new dress as it tried to create a disconnect from her situation to cope, tasting but not tasting the salty-sweet confection as it played across her tongue. Each swallowed spoonful made her throat bob while she unconsciously slipped her tongue between her lips to clean them of any remnants. It was then that she brought her gaze up to the albino servant-maid, the a quiet fanaticism lit her eyes as she continued to feed Calista. With the exception of serene music or the call of some exotic avian, the air was still and peaceful with Natsuki seemed to bask in. Soon the pudding dish was empty as the spoon was gently placed in it as the blond haired woman watched as a fine crystal goblet was passed around between the women gathered at the table, the remains of their pudding being poured into it.

"Please Sister, I have had my fill take mine you will need your strength." the women intoned as they passed the goblet between them. Suddenly the captured Agent was even more put off by their insistence for her to have their portions. A hundred different thoughts raced through her mind as she felt her body flush with a subtle heat that came from within as her breathing quickened as she felt her heart thumping powerfully within the confines of her chest, hearing the drumbeats within her ears. Her skin flushed a rosy pink as her blood pumped through her body as she felt the pulsing thump of her blood beneath her finger nails.

Even as she tried to figure out why her body was reacting in this manner, she was distracted by the hard edge of the goblet pressed to her lips and feeling a terrible thrist. The pudding flowed languidly past her lips, the taste was delicous and soothed the parched feeling of her throat. Her body shivered with pleasure as an orgasmic tingle slipped down her spine and caressed ragged nerves, her whole body suffused by the delicious feeling as her took the goblet from the servant girl and continued to greedily gulp it down. Her mind tried to make sense of the growing wetness between her legs, coursing like molten liquid through her body as her tongued darted out over her plump lips while she did not waste a drop of the delicious salty creme.

Her eyes widened as she looked up at Natsuki, the other woman expression mocking her as Calista stood up and stumbled as her head swam with her arousal and they tight, restictive nature of her dress around her legs.

She threw the goblet at Natsuki, though it sail high and shattered against one of the statues "You soulless bitch...making me drink cum...this is just what I'd expect from a slaver!" she stumbled and fell to the ground as she saw Cynthia hurried disappear to carry out her mistress' orders as the other gathered around her. She moaned as they lifted her up, her nerves on fire as she felt her juices slickening her inner thighs as she saw Natsuki come to stand in front of her with a rather displeased expression of her ethereally beautiful features.

Energy permeated Calista as the two Sisters did their best to maneuver her onto her toes, but it was the energy brought on by fever, infecting her with heat while leaving her muscles destitute. The pudding, Natsuki's personal seed, thrived on the sugar incorporated as an ingredient, and interpenetrated Calista's tissues vigorously. Villi provided access to the bloodstream, and once there Natsuki's semen distributed itself thoroughout the system of organs composing Calista's body. Membranes accepted nutrient laden substances, yielding themselves up for osmotic infiltration. Natsuki's essence filled vacuoles, surrounded nucleuses, commandeering mitochondria like over-ambitious junior officers recruited into a biological coup.

Calista felt her glands reacting first, the tempo of her heart quickening to speed little-used secretions along. Adrenaline gave her jitters, estrogen and progesterone suddenly spiking to ovulation levels, endorphins flooding the neural sponge of her brain. She felt as if she'd taken a handful of pharmaceutical drugs, mistaken for jelly beans. Awareness of her own fecundity interacted with her conditioning to create an arousal response that lubricated her thighs as they swiped each other during her laborious walk. Natsuki's presence hovered behind her while the agent was being ushered down the garden paths toward the White Well, whatever that was. All the while the dress tormented her, tediously rasping her nipples even while blood tenderized them, caressing her skin like an incessant wind. Milk started to come to the surface, cresting Calista's budding breasts and slipping right through the dress's strange material so that her abdomen collected drops of cloudy rain. During the walk Natsuki started to speak to her. She strolled while she lectured her captive with the prim patience of a disapproving teacher.

"You blandish me as a slaver Calista," Natsuki said, measuring out her words according to the pace the party's footsteps, "and you believe that means I am a person who maliciously disregards your, how do you call it? Your innate equality." Some unknowable denizen of the garden grounds made the canopy overhead shiver with its ululating cry. Ooooooh, like schoolchildren promoting a fistfight. What little ability Calista had to move on her own required her to oscillate her posterior, her tottering broken now and again by the conditioned impulse to lift her heel and set her breasts jouncing in their gossamer confines. One of the Sisters urged Calista to rely more on their guidance, having never heard of the Kohlnari, but Natsuki was sufficiently versed in the vagaries of human merchandising to recognize their handiwork in the nubile agent's broken gait. Interesting, somewhat irksome. She dismissed the realization as irrelevant for the moment, continuing her speech.

"But what you call equality is only a euphemism for dignity. Sentient beings crave control over their environment, which is what dignity consists of. You are sentient Calista, therefore you crave dignity. But your egotistical paradigm seeks dignity by fiat, and you fail to account for the strata of power in the universe. A being can only possess as much dignity as its prowess affords it. A cripple has less dignity than a healthy person does. A predator has more dignity than its prey. I, your Mistress, have more dignity than you, a slave." Natsuki smiled then, seeming to suggest that she did not blame her slave for her misunderstandings. She would educate her. "You meant to insult me earlier by calling me a slaver, but all you did was admit my superiority over lesser creatures, and misuse the word slave. Do you, perhaps, consider a slave to be a being which another being controls? That is folly. A knife is not a slave, it is a tool, because it cuts what the wielder decides. A slave is not wielded like a knife, or controlled, otherwise they are only a tool. To act as a slave is to obey an entity whose dignity outstrips your own, that is, to act subordinate."
The group of women emerged into a clearing, semi-precious cobbles arranged circularly around a pedestal of Grothosian marble, a meter and a half in height with an upper surface that was flat as an altartop. From the pedestal sprouted a horizontal bar of platinum and a hollow, diamondesque cylinder arose another armspan from the short obelisk's upper surface. Calista's body chemistry was haywire by this point, a dozen competing hormones bathing her flesh in a stimulating cocktail. One of the Sisters took a sniff of her, evidently taken in by the agent's lusty perfume. Cynthia returned then, pulling a wheeled pallet behind. Metal links and harness straps were arranged over the pallet's boards.

Calista was taken to the platinum bar where her attendants set her on her knees. Obsequious hands hiked her hobble skirt up to her waist, allowing the cool breeze to taste the juice glittering from her loins to her calves, while more hands restrained her arms behind her back to give Cynthia time to bring the pallet near. It's wrought iron wheels clattered lightly on the cobbles, Cynthia's gown brushing Calista's toes as she knelt down to loop a leather strap around the blond prisoner's elbows. A soft apology did not prepare her for when Cynthia cinched the strap and forced her elbows into proximity, causing her shoulders to adjust to the demanding position.

"To your considerable misfortune Calista," Natsuki continued, "you are not a slave. You don't understand the relationship, which is why you rejected it yesterday. You haven't learned to determine your status amongst others, or to derive dignity from anything except for irrational insistence. Since you do not know how to be a slave, you will be an object. A doll; I have no interest in you as a tool. I will treat you as an object until you appreciate what dignity means by being without it. Each day I will offer the hem of my robe, or my toe, for you to kiss. If you do that, and call me Mistress, you can be a pet. Refuse, and you will be an object for another day." Cynthia fitted more straps over Calista's hips, and rubbery prods encountered the rude apertures between her legs. A push sank the girthy masses of rubber inside of her, plugging sex and anus, and challenging her respective sphincters' capacity to expand. Thin, transparent tubes lead from the penetrating harness via the platinum rod into the pedestal. At the same time a Sister slapped leather cuffs around Calista's ankles and upper thighs, squeezed tight, then fastened together by way of steel rings built into the straps themselves. Calista balanced on her knees. For the last, leather cords were tied around Calista's littles toes, then crossed beneath her arms before leading at the end to her hair, which the Sisters gathered at the back of her skull so that they could wind the bindings around it for a strict ponytail. This forced her chin upward and her toes backward, arching her feet. She felt every tug on her scalp. The Russian lovely approached Calista holding a harness for her head, complete with bit and third rubber prong containing its own transparent tube.

"Would you like to be my pet Calista?" Natsuki stepped close enough for Calista to topple forward and kiss the hem of her morning gown. "Or would you prefer to insult me a second time today?"

The cum pudding was wreaking havoc with Calista's body, even more than usual with her conditioned responses to such things as she felt herself guided by the two lovely servants down the carefully manicured pathway to the White Well. Natsuki was walking beside them as she explained the realities of the blond woman's new world, the servants foot falls dropping smoothly in time to the manner and pace with which their mistress spoke. Meanwhile her body was a living hell of conflicting sensations, she gasped as she felt her loins become suffused with the most deliciously insidous heat as she felt her inner thighs slicken with more of her juices as her nipples hardened and pressed into the fabric of her dress which caused her to moan as she tried to pull and arm free to tryand give herself some relief, though she only managed to shift that infernal dress more and set her already ravaged nerves further on fire.

She lolled her head to look over at Natsuki "I-I'm....nnnggghh...I'm g-going to enjoy...proving you wrong," she replied breathily as she was lead over to the ornate device and forced to kneel. As the hem of her skirt was hike up along the sensitive flesh of ehr thighs, Calista nearly fell forward as an incredible surge of pleasure rushed through her body, drool beginning to run down her chin as her chest heaved with arousal. She barely heard Cynthia soft spoke apology before searing pain flashed through her arms as her elbows and shoulder where pulled together tightly. She felt as more straps and buckles where secured about her as Natsuki continued to expound upon the agents reality.

She then felt the tips of the rubbery shaft as they pressed lightly against the swollen and puffy lips of her womanhood while the other was poised against the bud of her anus. With a firm push from the albino servant, they where slowly rammed inside both holes with a long slow movement that was accomapnied by a lude slurping noise from her highly aroused nether lips as it entered. "Ahhh....nnnggghh NOOO!" she screamed out as pain married itself with pleasure as she felt each and every rib of the thick phallus' slowly sink inch by inch into her most intimate of passages. She moaned out like a common whore as she began to sob a little as well, feeling the cockhead of the phallus in her vagina against her cervix as it was swiftly secured around her waist. She felt as her ankles and thighs where bound together, forcing her to blance on her knees, feeling as thin straps were wound about her toes before she felt one of her Sisters pulling her hair back.

Soon she as force to star up at the rosy colored dome as she saw the Russian beauty, Anya, appear in her vision with another implement of humiliation and torture. Even without her telepathic abilities, she could see that even though she was an object she had replaced this woman as Natsuki's favorite.

"M-May I kiss your toes...mistress?" She asked in a strained voice from a combination of her bondage and arousal, she saw the delicate digits presented to her no doubt with a smirk. As she made to kiss them, she instead bit the woman's big toe. She heard a sharp scream of pain from her 'mistress' before her jaw was pried open by Anya, who pulled her back up and swiftly slipped the mammoth phallus into her open mouth. As the faux-cock head entered her mouth it opened her jaw wide enough so that with a second thrust ANya was able to get it securely within her last free orifice as she tightened the harness. The other servants had rushed to check on their mistress while Cynthia and her companion finished securing her to the platinum post while tightly fitting the Transducian velvet corset around her midsection, squeezing her body into a curvy hourglass shape as Anya disappeared to retrieve one other implement.

It was one that Natsuki abhorred, but found was useful in breaking a willful soul.

Victory lay in the sound of Natsuki's pained sniffling, in the strangeness of the woman's blood on Calista's tongue. It seemed her intended owner had a low tolerance for pain. Her Sisters were outraged at Calista, but their anonymous glares did not diminish her heartswell of pride in herself. She was not an object as the damned slaver claimed. She was a dangerous, highly trained agent of the ADD, and now Natsuki knew it. Feeling her jaw pried open and her mouth stopped with turpentine flavored rubber damped her mood considerably more, reminding her that any small act of aggression could be met with increased restraints. Cynthia, who'd been comparatively kind to her up until then, sighed and scowled, then leveled a slap across Calista's face.

"That was stupid." was all Cynthia said to her. She jostled Calista's belt with her toe, jogging the thick plugs which inhabited her to set off renewed lubrication in her oversexed pussy, and a spike of pain in her ass. The rest of Calista's Sisters were no longer concerned with her after such an obscene breach of etiquette, instead fawning around Natsuki. They sussurated to her while cradling her hurt toe, gingerly laying kisses on the red mark as if laying balm. In time the being's sibilance subsided as blood congealed to cover the minor wound, and her distressed expression dissolved into an acidic stare at her disobedient slave. She examined Calista like an ermine examining an ensnared rabbit, lips pointed and eyes glimmering intelligently. Wordlessly her handmaidens filed themselves in front of Calista to follow Cynthia's example. Their slaps were stinging ocean waves that buffeted her cheeks and filled her eyes with saltwater, meted out in ritual silence before they turned their backs and minced away into the garden.

"What a curious organ this is." Natsuki commented, rising to her feet. A faint limp betrayed lasting pain as she chose a twig from a nearby tree, brandishing the supple wand as she approached. A flick of the wrist later a snake seemed to strike Calista's gaping lips. "This mouth dines on savory fare, drinks the transcendence of my essence, and delivers naught but viciousness. All that is best enters in, and only filth emerges. How perverse." Just then Calista's ears picked up the noise of other feet approaching. Two separate gaits made their distinctive sounds, one a series of faint patters upon the pavement, the other a heavier tread muffled by leather. Anya returned into the scope of Calista's view, and a tall gentleman in a dark suit who she identified as Leopold. Leopold in the flesh, apparently, as his movements had substance, displacing air around him so that the agent's sensitive flesh picked up the subtle pressure of his proximity. Standing in a stern attitude he spied Natsuki's slight limp and deepened his frown, infering immediately that Calista had been the cause. Natsuki did not often misjudge her pets, but in this case she had. Leopold's functions included the guardianship of his creator, so the sight of injury in his mistress displeased him as much as his synthetic emotions gave him license.

"Anya, if you'd perchance escort our Mistress to another diversion, I will discipline this bothersome tramp at once. I have the Neutralizer already, so your further assistance is unnecessary." Leopold advised. Anya hurried to carry out the bioroid's bidding, and Natsuki did not in this instance protest. As much as she'd enjoy witnessing Calista's humiliation she'd rather not pay her the compliment of taking a slave seriously. Leopold's eyes literally flashed as they departed. He produced a loose band from his waistcoat pocket and proceeded to dangle the arrangement of metallic lozenges on their elastic connections where Calista could see it, then dispassionately stretched the device over her crown.

"I've studied you Calista Cole, for the sake of our earlier conflict. Undoubtedly you remember me, but while you languish in ignorance I have analyzed you in detail. Your psychology, your physiology, your military service record, and even the specifications of your conditioning by the Kohlnari are known to me. Do you feel the field proliferators encircling your skull now? They were invented by the Kohlnari as well, similar technology to that employed to rewrite neural patterns in your cerebellum. The ones you are wearing have been adapted, modified according to Miss Saika's specifications, and entirely susceptible to my wireless input. Since you lack the training to dicipher my jargon, allow me to demonstrate my meaning."

Calista yanked her feet, quite without her own volition. The cords linking her little toes to her hair did not yield, transmitting kinetic energy like electricity along a wire. Tension arched Calista's neck and tore at her scalp with ten thousand keratin roots. Leopold nodded, and a second later Calista's jaw clenched, sinking her teeth into her gag, while her tongue lapped the resilient substance until her saliva became spruce sap from the absorption of fragrant oils. None of this happened at Calista's behest. She'd neither commanded her legs to move or her tongue to wriggle, yet both had occured without the slightest regard for her thoughts. Leopold gave a brittle smile, tapping his forehead. "Kohlnari conditioning includes the establishment of neural structures directly responsibile for muscular impulses in order to change the aesthetic appeal of your unconscious motions. A kinesthetic override system. I have the ability to override the override, so to speak, using that Neural Neutralizer you are wearing. I can use its force field projections to promulgate synaptic signals in your conditioned brain, leveraged with my own prodigious computational ability, in order to directly commandeer your body. Thus, you are my puppet. Now walk puppet, in recompense for your misdeeds." Instantaneously Calista's hips swiveled, and she swung her posterior sideways to plant her right knee a couple of inches forward of her left knee. The impact jarred her skeleton like a pile of dropped jackstraws. The path was a reflex hammer of obdurate pebbles which triggered a kneejerk response; Calista kicked her right foot, once more snapping her head backward. A second step carried her ahead, and she leaned against the tether connecting her gag to the platinum pole behind her until it revolved fractionally on its hub. Already the enforced effort caused Calista to sweat. Her mashed knees complained in harsh terms. The corset constraining her breath and midsection radiated heat. The Transducian velvet (actually a colony of threadlike of Tranducian quasi-fungus) had the same interior texture as a woman's insides, giving her the sensation of inhabiting another female's sex. On the subject, the flexible rods crammed into her own loins twisted luxuriously within her passages, all scrape and grind with nowhere to go, lewdly slurping. Another step, another short piston stroke of twin phalluses. Then, unanticipated, all three of her stuffed openings hummed as the phalli impaling her nubile, helpless figure buzzed like frantic bumblebees.

Resist and escape. It was a motto that had been drilled into Calista's head all during her training, 'It is a prisoners duty to escape their captors no matter the consequence of such attempts and a prisoner is never to accept aid or comfort from the enemy.' and it was the only thing that she had left to hold onto that she swore Natsuki would not take from her. The taste of her supposed mistress' blood on her tongue had strange tanginess to it that human blood lack and it signified a small victory in her resistance, a triumphant smirk crossed her lips as she listened to the alien woman crying in pain. She ignored the glares of the handmaidens as they sought to comfort Natsuki, despite her efforts to stop her Anya successfully shoved the 'toy' back into her mouth. The lovely Russian smiled as she tightened the straps around Calista's head to the point that it was almost painful to move before she disappeared from the trapped agents sight with a soft pattering of bare feet.

She then heard Cynthia speak a moment before her cheek exploded with the fiery sting of the albino servant's slap that echoed within the cavernous dome. The jostling of the objects sent shivers through her body and drew moans of protest from her as her already moist nethers responded with a surge of liquid heat from the core of her being as she shuddered in a mini-orgasm brought on by her conditioning. She barely had time to recover from this before she was confronted by the handmaidens and their quietly seething anger that barely intruded upon their imperiously lovely features. Each forceful strike produced a surge of hundreds of pin pricking points of pain on her cheek, tears welling up in her eyes. Not a word of reproach or admonishment was spoken to her by her assailants before they disappeared back into the gardens to attend to their duties.

She heard the limping approach of Natsuki, her words filtering through the pain and pleasure mixing in her conditioned body and causing her to squirm slightly in her bondage. A moment later she felt the biting sting as something whipped across her lips, splitting the taut flesh or causing it too form into a painful welt that was rubbed on by the thick base of the phallus. "Mmmnnnggghhh!" the bound blond cried out in pain, her screams muffled each time the twig was painfully applied to her face. She was breathing heavily fresh tears rolled down her face when her mind was distracted by the approaching footsteps; one set heavy and shod while the other was soft and delicate. Out of instinct she tried to reach out with her mental powers a moment before crippling pain shrugged through her head. She sagged slightly as the sensations buffeted the inside of her skull. When she was able to focus past the pain she recognized the face of Leopold, obvious the being that the holographic entity was based upon. She saw him frown, displeasure evident in the subtle change in the way he considered the bound Calista.

After giving a graceful bow to the man, Anya walked over to Natsuki and took the twig that the woman had been using as a switch to torment her new pet, she placed it on the ground as she smiled beatifically at Natsuki. "Come mistress myself and the others have been rehearsing a new shadow play for your enjoyment and I will see to it at the kitchen staff provides you with an excellent array of delectable treats with which to enhance the performance... Anya's voice trailed off as she dutifully led her mistress away, leaving Calista alone with Leopold.

She tried to jerk and move herself away from the device that the man had produced, slipping it onto her head like a crown as he explained the exact nature of the neutralizer to her, sounding a bit more like a salesman for the device or a professor than as a dispassionate torturer. While she wasn't a trained medical professional, she knew enough about the nervous system to understand what had been told to her by Leopold and that caused a rage to burn within her. Suddenly she found her body moving seemingly of it own volition, her head being jerked painfully back by bindings wrapped around her toes and tied into her hair. Her neck arched back as the slight bulge of the plug inserted into her mouth could be seen. She then felt her tongue begin to lap and caress the rubbery surface of the phallus in her mouth, gagging on the bitter taste of the oils that had been lathered onto the toy. She glared at Leopold divining a moment that he was responsible a moment before he smiled at her in the manner that an owner would a disobedient pet that has been chastised for its wayward behavior. She was soon moving again at her tormentors behest, each jerking step pulling at her hair and caused her to give muffled cries of pain and discomfort. Each step taken on her knees was an exquisite torture that sent shards of pain jolting through her body, her steps excruciatingly difficult as sweat began to bead run down her lovely skin.

The corset around her midsection squeezed and restrained her ability to breath which made her feel light headed, as it seemed to start producing a heat of its own, the insides massaging and caressing her body and made Calista think of her own womanly passage and the way it would hug and caress the member of a male in a similar manner, which caused a surge of arousal to tingle and tickle its ways across her nerves. She was soon panting like a bitch in heat as her strained movements forced the pair of faux-cocks buried within her womanhood and anus to slide in and out, accompanied by the slurping caused by the copious amounts of her juices lubricating the one in her pussy with each step that she took. She jerked and squealed in surprise and pleasure as the objects tormenting her suddenly came to life, each one vibrating and stimulating her in a different way as her mind became flooded with a haze of pleasure and desire.

She fought against the building orgasm, knowing that if she had any hope of escaping she had to fight against these growing feelings...but that was like trying to stop a raging river with simply your hands. Eventually her altered nature would win out...it was simply hard-wired into her to become a slut.

Calista anticipated a long, circuitous path. The pebbles were type bars impressing pain into the papery white of her knees, their shapes superimposed upon each other until the skin was pounded into swollen dough. It felt excruciating, traveling well up into her thighs, but if some exterior strength had been responsible for her steps endurance wouldn't be so difficult. She could at least struggle against superior muscles and feel her own efforts to throw off whatever bound her. Leopold didn't allow her that small satisfaction; he possessed her muscles, moved them by command, a computer in charge of a simple machine. The hard-coding embedded into Calista's neural wetware gave him administrative access to her body, and he programmed its actions impassively. Her steps had a cadence. The rubbery plugs transfixing her mouth, her nethers, each spun repetitiously, jogged by her jarring walk. Slamming slamming, she lumbered along, leaking and squeaking, and the only freedom Calista had was the liberty to curse her fate. But her laments, her acid hate, all stayed safely inside, impotent.

Pain wasn't Calista's only companion on her trek, because for all her honest suffering her body was alive with sensual delight. She had no recourse but to sigh when a buried prong tickled the reclusive knob of her cervix, to whip her spine in welcome of the pressure violating her anus, properly humiliating her. She was a toy already; the Kohlnari had seen to it thoroughly. The friendly body she'd grown up with had been stolen, and she'd been given the abject body of a sexpot. Calista's involuntary whimpering praised the leather straps which groaned to contain her. Her sex squished, only a soaking hole, and hearing it only brought blood between her legs and a pitter patter of expelled juices. Since she had no choice, she reached orgasm, but the womanly throes she'd longed for provided no halt. The hard, spasmodic climax didn't prevent her legs from moving-stepping-kicking, propelling her along. Such obedience!

"You're exhausted already." Leopold remarked, and gauged the distance she had remaining. So far she'd gained only one and a quarter revolutions of the crank lever. A white foam coated the bottom of the cylinder atop its pedestal, paltry compared to the emptiness above it. It would require more than a hundred revolutions to fill the container, another hundred to build sufficient pressure. "You'll finish in time."

In time, Calista's various torments merged into a hellish infirmity. Her muscles, strained to their limits, still responded to Leopold's direction, and by now overuse had torn her physique in a thousand minute injuries. Her orgasms seemed limitless, growing more frequent, more intense as the number increased. They were pleasant reminders of her position among Natsuki's belongings. Any outside sounds had faded away amid the pink glow that now suffused her vision, that filled her ears with the sound of her own rushing blood. With the corset suckling her abdomen so persistently the sensation of rubber sliding along her cunt dominated her nerves, so that in her fevered mind her vagina had grown to engulf her. Then, inevitably, since Leopold allowed her no pause, the gurgling cylinder chimed.

Natsuki's seed descended within the cylinder, draining down the stone cylinder into the myriad tubes connected to Calista's orifices. The tubes leaped about, wagging, then hard from the seminal onrush. Voluminous, the several gallons of compressed semen clogged Calista's throat in a heartbeat. In a heartbeat more the creamy discharge plunged along her esophagus, now an addition to the plastic tubing, adding sudden weight to her belly. Air and sperm frothed noisily inside her, mixing into a batter. At the same time milky liquid permeated the young hardbody's screaming sex. The blast went farther than the dildo had reached; Calista's womb soon bulged from the steaming slop packed within. Backwash sprayed around her sweetly shaped labia, while a third stream polluted Calista's bowels. Musky slime jetted from her nostrils, cascaded down her sloping chin and grossly swollen throat. Perversely, her hard, reflexive swallows were unnecessary, but did cause her neck to undulate in an attractively submissive manner. When her insides could no longer contain the onslaught she became putty. At the end, when the flow subsided, Natsuki's essence was all that held her together, but for a few straps and cords. Natsuki's substance resided at her very center, from end to end, unbroken. Finally, Leopold allowed his victim to collapse.