A small group in the village had decided to make a stand protesting against the ‘maid service’ which they suspected was being run out of Samoto.

They decided that they had to make a very visible stand; one of their members, Sheena, had visited a friend, not knowing they ‘employed’ one of Shan’s maids, and had met the maid ‘herself’ and seen how she was being treated. Somehow, the maid had managed to recognise that the woman was trying to help her, and passed her a note…

“Thanks for your concern, but there’s nothing you can do. Please don’t get yourself into trouble on my account, you might end up like me.”

“I’m sealed into this suit, it’s permanent and you’d never be able to remove it. I have to go to Samoto once a week to be fed and cleaned, or I’d starve to death.”

“Please; don’t rock the boat. I don’t want to die.”

The maid hugged her and put the note into her pocket, nuzzling her with her visored face. She then disappeared into the kitchen to get on with her chores.

Sheena had sadly watched the maid walk away, determined to help, somehow.

Sheena now sat with her friends, discussing what to do next.

They had no idea that one of their group had already taken matters into their own hands…

She had a real stake in what was happening to the maids. One of her family was sealed inside one of those hateful suits. She had just had to look on as they carried out their work, completely unable to communicate or do anything else for themselves.

She knew it was them, though. She cried every day…

She’d already attacked Shan, with a suit easy to escape from, hoping a warning would put her off; but it didn’t.

So, she’d escalated things.

Torturing Stacey had been fun; the bitch had been instrumental in attacking her family, so she didn’t deserve any mercy. She’d come up behind her while she was taking a break in the grounds at Samoto, whacking her hard on the back of the head to knock her out. She’d just stared to come round as the helmet was locked shut on her head; she had coated the helmet on the inside so Stacey couldn’t see out, but anyone could see in, just as a bit more torture. She’d also switched on the movement sensor in the collar.

Standing back, she’d nearly had an orgasm when Stacey screamed silently into her muzzle as the collar shocked her hard for moving, when she tried to get up. She had had one when Stacey jerked again, wet herself with shock and collapsed.

“Goodbye, bitch”, she said, walking away.

She’d really enjoyed herself with Lisa. She couldn’t believe anyone could think that girl in a dog suit was protection. She hadn’t even been able to protect herself.

She had no feelings about the dog, so she’d just shut her in the back of the van while she dealt with Lisa. Lisa was too weak to defend herself, and she just knocked her down from behind, the same as she had done with Stacey.

Lisa had woken up in the statue, just has she had sealed it shut. Listening very carefully, she had heard Lisa’s quiet wail of despair…

Smiling, she had walked back to the van. She’d dumped the dog out somewhere out of town, not caring about her. She had no sympathy for Sukie; the silly bitch was obviously enjoying her treatment, so she didn’t deserve her compassion. Also, seeing as she was heavily disguised and the van, not hers, had been fitted with false number plates there was no way of tracing her.

Smugly, she left the van where she had ‘borrowed’ it from, walked to where she had left her car, and drove back into town. As far as her friends were concerned, each time she had just been visiting her relatives.

The group themselves still couldn’t decide what to do. Most of them were too afraid of repercussions; there was also a sense of concern about what might happen to the maids if Samoto was put out of commission.

The decision was made to get one of the maids and see if they could free them from the suit…