The woman wandered aimlessly through the streets, staring at the ground.

She felt like she had been walking for days; not that she could do much else, now.

The Afghan burqa wrapped itself around her like a shroud. It might has well be one; her life had effectively ended as soon as she had woken up dressed in it. She sadly stared out through the net of the veil, and thought about where to go, next…

She had been a solicitor, for a prominent law firm. Then the case about the white slavers had come across her desk. Famous women, suddenly disappearing. No trace…

Her boss had told her that this case would be life-changing for her. How prophetic that comment was, now. A tear ran down her cheek.

Shaking her head, she pulled herself together and carried on walking. She wasn’t going to be broken, wasn’t going to be turned into ‘just another nameless girl’. Not now, not ever!

She was walking down the high street, now. Oh God, why had she picked this road? It went right by her old office…

She couldn’t help stopping and staring for a minute as she got there. The longing was all too much…

A pain in her backside and vagina reminded her to keep walking. Master had told her to get in four hours today, with short breaks, and she had already had her break for that hour. She tried to resist, tried to walk toward the office building, and the pains started in her breasts as well…

Whimpering quietly, she turned and started to walk away instead.

She hadn’t realised that someone in the office had noticed…

Dawn had looked up from her desk and seen the robed woman outside. Strange, she seemed to keep coming there for some reason, and she kept trying to come in, but turned away. She wondered if she was in trouble, somehow…

Being a caring person, Dawn decided to take her lunchbreak a little early, and went to help…

Outside, she came up alongside the woman.

“I couldn’t help noticing you keep trying to come into our office”, she said. “What’s wrong? Are you in trouble, somehow?”

The woman shuddered. Desperately trying to put Dawn off, she shook her head and carried on walking. Dawn, being perceptive (unfortunately), picked up that the opposite was true.

“You can obviously understand English”, she said. “Can you speak it? I’d really like to talk to you.”

The woman shook her head again, this time more vigorously, and walked quicker, vanishing into the crowd and losing Dawn, even though she was robed the way she was.

Puzzled, Dawn headed off, grabbed some lunch then went back to work.

It was only the following week, when Patricia didn’t return from holiday, that the firm became concerned. Phone calls and emails went unanswered; calls round her house got no answer, either. Finally, Dawn was asked to call the police…

As she did so, she thought about the robed woman, for some reason. Perhaps it was she was about Patricia’s size and height…

Dawn, concerned, started researching, now getting worried. She had booked the holiday that Patricia had taken; however, when she phoned the hotel, she was told that she had been a ‘no show’. Even the airport had her down as missing her flight. Now really worried, she told her manager. She hadn’t realised that, by doing that, she had put herself in terrible danger.

As soon as she left her managers office, he was on the phone.

“Dawn knows”, he said. “I don’t know how but, somehow, she knows.”

“P1’s tracking shows she was outside your office, yesterday, as well as two days last week. I think Dawn may have made contact with her. She can’t tell her anything, but it might have triggered her suspicions…”

“How about using P1 to trap Dawn?”, suggested the manager.

“Good idea. I’ll send her round”, the voice replied.

A quiet voice in the woman, Patricia’s, ears told her to get back to her old office and wait there. If she did, punishment would be suspended while she was carrying out her orders; she would even be rewarded with a small amount of pleasure if her task was successful.

Puzzled, Patricia headed back. She had thought she was supposed to avoid her old contacts. Now she was being asked to meet with them…?

She was soon back outside the office, and she stopped. She was then surprised as she didn’t get any shocks. That, in itself, was a reward of sorts.

Inside the office, Dawn saw the robed figure standing there. She couldn’t help going out to meet her…

“You see Dawn?”, the voice said in Patricia’s ear. “Be friends with her. Take her hand. Hug her like an old friend.”

Totally unable to stop herself, Patricia did just that. She also did it in the way she used to do when she was at work.

“Oh my god…”, Dawn said, as realisation set in. “Patricia…? What’s happened to you?”

There was a click.

“Dawn, now you know, listen carefully. Your friends life depends on what you do next”, a voice came. It was being broadcast from a small speaker on the collar fastened round Patricia’s neck.

“Warn anyone, or get help, she dies”, the voice said. “Do anything except what we want you to do, she dies.”

Dawn whimpered, quietly. Patricia shuddered and almost fell. The two women propped each other up.

“Dawn, go back into work. Tell them you’re not feeling well and need to go home. Come back out and walk with Patricia to the park and sit on a bench there. I’ll give you more instructions then.”

“It definitely is you, then?”, Dawn asked, her voice quavering. “Has it been you all the time?”

Patricia nodded.

“I’ll be right back”, Dawn said, going into the office. She told her manager she wasn’t well and needed to go home. She then left and walked with Patricia to the park, the pair finding a convenient bench to sit together on.

“Now for your reward”, the voice said in Patricia’s ears. “I know how you really feel about Dawn. Indulge yourself. Please, I insist.”

Before Dawn knew what was happening, Patricia had slid a gloved hand under her skirt and between her legs…

Patricia massaged Dawn’s clit, gently rubbing up and down. She also started hugging Dawn close to her…

Dawn hadn’t realised how much Patricia cared for her, so her doing this was a real surprise. At the same time, it was really turning her on…

She just wrapped her arms and legs around Patricia and kissed her full on her veil. It was then she realised her mouth felt all wrong…

She pulled her arms back and started feeling for Patricia’s lips, under the veil. They weren’t there…

Dawn started crying, frantically trying to find a way under Patricia’s veil, but it was built into her burqa. Patricia signalled her to calm down and just hugged her. She knew it was too late for her, but perhaps she could save Dawn…

The electric shocks started again as her controllers realised what she was about to do. She frantically pushed Dawn off of the bench, pointing back towards the park entrance, signalling to Dawn that she should go! Quickly! Get help!

Dawn still didn’t want to leave Patricia. She loved her.

Patricia pushed her again, still pointing. Dawn reached for her as she jerked from another electric shock.

Patricia slapped her, then convulsed as another massive shock hit her. She went limp in Dawn’s arms…

Dawn, staring in disbelief at Patricia, phoned the emergency services on her phone, realising that Patricia’s unseen bosses had punished her for helping her…

The comatose Patricia was taken to the hospital, where it was discovered that, as Dawn had discovered, her mouth had been surgically sealed, with no sign that it had even been there. Her vagina was also sealed shut, with an electronic implant embedded inside it, as well as metal caps sealed onto her nipples.

A long operation managed to get her back to normal, with all the ‘extras’ removed. She would never have lips again, however…

Dawn sat with her in hospital, continuously. People brought her food and drink; one nurse even brought her a bedpan, realising she wouldn’t even leave to use the toilet.

A groan from the bed told her Patricia was waking up.

“Oh, my head…! Shit, I can talk!”

Dawn kissed her on the cheek.

“Hi, girlfriend”, she said…