Hence, when she spoke, it wasn't a knee-jerk reaction. It was a demand.
"Get away from me, creep."
It was the 'creep' that made her cringe. She wasn't sure who was behind her. She had wished she had said something a little more biting. Calling someone "slime" was a bit out-of-fashion, but it had the right intent. Yuno didn't like it when people poked her in the ribs while she was waiting for a car. People who did that were trash. They were slime. They weren't worthy of even seeing her.
After all, Yuno was dressed for the occasion. The evening chill made her bundle up. She'd come all the way downtown in her frilly and slightly gothic outfit; a long black-and-white dress with endless frills and a red ribbon ornamenting her chest. Slim leggings and tall boots made her clank against the pavement when she walked. She stomped one of her shoes to show her annoyance, the way that a horse might. She was far more stubborn than a horse. At least, when it came to people trying to get her to do something she didn't want.
The feeling her back was still there. She turned. It didn't matter if she had the Gift or that she could manipulate matter and others. It didn't matter that the car was on its way or that she was just a few feet from a crowded bar. She was still surprised to see a gun pointed at her. The gun was held by an arm, and the arm extended up to a handsome man with fair skin, bright eyes, and a five o'clock shadow that seemed far more carefully manicured than such a feature might normally suggest. A half-smirk mixed with surprise. No doubt this captor didn't expect Yuno to be turning around and facing him.
She didn't speak. She did look down at the weapon and feel a bit uncomfortable. She'd be fine if he fired... eventually. But she'd rather not damage her dress.
The two stood in silence for a short time until the car arrived. He didn't need to speak. His eyes seemed to practically sparkle with emotion and excitement. When the vehicle arrived, the two got in with the careful, measured silence of lovers that had known each other for years and were now having a minor quarrel. The resultant silence seemed to convince the driver, who in turn ferried Yuno back to her her home.
The captor was blunt, though his wit was rather sharp. He told her in no uncertain terms how she was going to bind herself up and then walk through the snow to his car. They wouldn't be taking another taxi or any other form of public transit. Too public. Too obvious. Too much chance that Yuno might get it through her "dumb pink-haired head" that she could escape. And he couldn't have that.
He forced her to search through her room, finding different garments. Yuno played along, teasing him slightly.
"The neoprene bikini?"
"No."
She shrugged. "Let me guess. You want the bunnygirl outfit. Something to show off to your friends."
"No," said the captor. "If I wanted a stupid sexy model, I could hire one off the street. She'd be just as pretty and ten percent of the work."
Yuno sighed and smacked her lips, trying to feign disinterest or quietude. Hopefully, her partner Leaci would be home before she could finish getting dressed. Hopefully, they'd see Yuno standing half-undressed as he walked in and realize something was wrong. Hopefully. It was all based on hope, rather than a plan. Yuno didn't much like that, but it was what she had.
She didn't like the looks of the apartment, either. At least, in terms of being able to make a convincing escape. She was doing her all to pretend that everything was normal. She was hoping beyond hope that the door would open. She heard someone jingling the keys, but to her dismay it was someone else in some other apartment.
The hobble-skirt was leather and smelt of oil. She had bought it hoping to play, maybe do some modeling. She quite liked the restriction. Although usually a domme with her partner, there were times when she'd play the submissive. And even dominas clad in leather and latex wanted to look good. Tight clothing was just part of the deal. The sensual serenity and snugness of the leather skirt kept her legs together, thighs grinding, and forced her to walk with small footfalls. She also wouldn't be kicking anyone.
Eventually, the man was satisfied with her outfit; simple pants and a top that might be used for athletic exercise as much as sitting around the house. He threw her a heavy sweater from the floor.
"Put it on. You don't want to catch cold."
"If you want to keep me warm," said Yuno with a touch of forced panache, "you could bundle me up into a straitjacket."
The captor didn't respond. Only waving the gun slightly as she donned it. It was thicker, heavier than she remembered. Puffy and warm and cuddly, in a way, but still. It covered her up.
The man kicked one of Yuno's boxes of fun towards her. She blushed a bit. Nobody liked looking at their kinky gear. He motioned towards the cuffs. Leather and padded, she donned them and placed them behind her back, taking her sweet time. She thought that he might be coming by to take something off before realizing that was a silly thought. No, the man was simply coming by to place a thick metal padlock on each of her two cuffs. Yuno struggled at the leather padding, and the resultant clink was loud and scintillating. In happier times, Yuno would have gladly enjoyed such clinking, mewling, and moaning.
Her cuffs were over her sleeves. It made the sweater seem all the puffier and thicker. A pair of mittens went then over her hands, not entirely fitting but getting the job done. The loud jingling of the lock was silenced, and Yuno gritted her teeth. The plan to simply make a lot of noise as she was being abducted was out the window.
She couldn't help but think about that as the man got to work with further restraints. He tapped her nose twice, and she opened her mouth reflexively. A wide piece of handkerchief slipped past her lips. Then came a strip of silver tape, then another, then another. Above that was a very thin silk scarf she'd used for play in the past; it didn't keep her much quieter than the stuffing and tape-gag, but it did remind her of the pressure covering her mouth and nose.
The main dish in her gourmet of bondage was the same thick coat she'd worn earlier. Puffy, warm, and thick. And of course, it also covered up her body; her skirt, her thick multi-layered gag... Yuno nodded. She understood exactly what was happening as he zipped it up. Pushing her onto a chair, the captor also took time to lace up her boots. He wanted her walking and comfy.
Yuno pleaded with her eyes, as well as her mouth. Of course, the wadding kept her rather quiet, and the scarf muted even that. A pair of tinted and shining glasses rested over her head - ostensibly to block the winter sun and snow. They were practically goggles. He tugged on her, placing one arm around Yuno's shoulder. It looked as though she were just a chilly woman, being helped along by a perfect gentleman. Beneath it, she was quivering, moaning, and very tightly bound.
She could hardly see, considering that it was evening and going to night, and that the sunglasses were designed to look cool in light as bright as a Hollywood explosion. She heard Leaci humming to himself. She thought for a brief moment that maybe Leaci would see her bundled up. Then, she heard his voice talking to some neighbor about the weather, followed by the cute yelping of a puppy. In turn, Leaci yelped at the looks of a cute and tiny animal being taken out for a walk.
He never took heed of Yuno's plight as they passed by. The captor started humming, drowning out Yuno's grunts. When they reached the door, she knew it was too late.
* * *
"Your first day is going to be hard."
Yuno believed him. Then again, his voice was essentially all that she had to go on. She had nothing else to believe. She'd been blindfolded and gagged since being brought back, only able to see the dimmest of outlines through the dark sunglasses.
When the captor brought her down to the basement, he decided to finally let her see and speak. She wasn't afraid. She knew she'd escape. She knew she'd be found. Eventually.
He was staring at her, with a grin and shimmering blue eyes. She was pouting, and a bead of sweat ran down the front of her face. He parted her pink hair, and she twitched instinctively. Just because she could see him didn't make him anything else; he was a kidnapper. He had kidnapped her.
"Screw you."
"I don't think so. You don't really deserve me. Although you'll probably grow to crave me as your Master."
"It seems unlikely."
He shrugged with his hands, slapping them on his knees. "That's fair. But then again, I suspect that you probably thought that being kidnapped was fairly unlikely as well.
Yuno couldn't disagree. The Master left the room for a time, leaving her to stew. She spent the next few minutes imagining that what was happening wasn't real, or was at least temporary. When he returned, she realized that she should've spent her time figuring out avenues of escape instead.
He pushed her back onto the bed, holding her still. A pair of dark contact lenses met her eyes. Earbuds went into her ears. She was plunged into darkness. White noise filled her mind from the speakers, and, with the help of a little chloroform, Yuno was asleep.
The first day wasn't the hardest. The first week was the hardest. The Master didn't physically abuse her. He didn't torture her or push her or whip her. None of that was really necessary.
After all, he already controlled her every whim. The dark contact lenses were designed for long-term wear. When he occasionally removed them, it was only so that she could see him or see what she was going to do.
The master explained in no uncertain terms that he was going to keep her. There wasn't going to be any sale or escape. He- her nameless Master - now owned her. When she was granted vision, it was so she could see the rubber and bondage in which she'd spend her days. Straps, leathers, neoprene; the most specific was her new clothing, a glamorous but restrictive rubber maid uniform.
The results were predictable from that first 'meeting.' The Master had no intention of ever letting her go. He also had no intention of holding on to "Yuno." He didn't want to own Yuno. He wanted his own, petite, sexy little creation.
Soon, the rubber suits weren't enough. He returned to having her wear contact lenses, or a blindfold over her eyes. At one point he had her enclosed in a thick leather hood; padding pressed against her eyes, and a massive plug-gag encircled her lips. She was totally anonymous beneath it all, and she couldn't even hear thanks to the earplugs.
On the fourth day, he made the earplugs a more permanent feature. He gently manicured and cleaned her face, placed the ergonomic and high-tech receivers in her ears, and then scooped a lump of something waxy over each of her ears. The sound outside was totally removed, as was her ability to extricate the plugs. The only other thing she could hear was her own mewling. Her own occasional grunting or begging wasn't really a conversation, though. She didn't speak to him, and he didn't want her to. He wanted her to forget who she was. He wanted her to become his doll.
He said as much, of course.
"You can hear nothing. You can see nothing. You are mine. You see and hear and feel only what I wish."
It was creepy at first. Then, it was boring.
Then it was creepy again. It was unnerving in part because Yuno practically believed him.
He backed it up with actions as well as words.
"You are mine," he'd say into her earbuds. And it was true, in a way. She started to think that technically, nobody else owned her.
"You see nothing but what I want." Also true. Contact lenses on some days. Blindfolds and hoods on others. Either way, she was in total darkness rather often. Something kept her magical powers in check; the fact that she couldn't see a damn thing didn't help matters either. It was unnerving. It meant that any time he touched her - which she was growing rather used to - she didn't see it coming, literally. He'd sometimes tell her what he was going to do, but usually it was when she didn't expect it. She'd be feeling her way around the house, wiping the floor with a soft brush, and he'd place a boot on her back. Other times he'd caress her shapely, plump rear. When standing up or sitting in a chair - not an unusual activity - he'd take a gropeful of her small breasts. "We'll have to do something about that," he said on at least one occasion.
"You hear nothing but my voice."
That wasn't entirely true. She heard her own sounds. Swallowing. Groaning. Grunting. It wasn't like she was in space. She could hear.
But the things that mattered... well, it was only his voice. He wouldn't let her hear the radio or the television, nor would he let her hear the guests that occasionally came to the house. Other kidnappers or dominants, she presumed, as they'd talk and chat and sometimes show her off. That was when she was hooded up, though, and totally anonymous.
Still, she grew used to it. Days progressed to weeks as he worked his tendrils into her psyche.
She was almost getting used to the setup when he first took her aside. Removing her blindfold and gag, he wanted her to see her 'new face.'
"You are Sarah now," said Master. Yuno felt herself disappear.
Yuno believed him. Then again, his voice was essentially all that she had to go on. She had nothing else to believe. She'd been blindfolded and gagged since being brought back, only able to see the dimmest of outlines through the dark sunglasses.
When the captor brought her down to the basement, he decided to finally let her see and speak. She wasn't afraid. She knew she'd escape. She knew she'd be found. Eventually.
He was staring at her, with a grin and shimmering blue eyes. She was pouting, and a bead of sweat ran down the front of her face. He parted her pink hair, and she twitched instinctively. Just because she could see him didn't make him anything else; he was a kidnapper. He had kidnapped her.
"Screw you."
"I don't think so. You don't really deserve me. Although you'll probably grow to crave me as your Master."
"It seems unlikely."
He shrugged with his hands, slapping them on his knees. "That's fair. But then again, I suspect that you probably thought that being kidnapped was fairly unlikely as well.
Yuno couldn't disagree. The Master left the room for a time, leaving her to stew. She spent the next few minutes imagining that what was happening wasn't real, or was at least temporary. When he returned, she realized that she should've spent her time figuring out avenues of escape instead.
He pushed her back onto the bed, holding her still. A pair of dark contact lenses met her eyes. Earbuds went into her ears. She was plunged into darkness. White noise filled her mind from the speakers, and, with the help of a little chloroform, Yuno was asleep.
The first day wasn't the hardest. The first week was the hardest. The Master didn't physically abuse her. He didn't torture her or push her or whip her. None of that was really necessary.
After all, he already controlled her every whim. The dark contact lenses were designed for long-term wear. When he occasionally removed them, it was only so that she could see him or see what she was going to do.
The master explained in no uncertain terms that he was going to keep her. There wasn't going to be any sale or escape. He- her nameless Master - now owned her. When she was granted vision, it was so she could see the rubber and bondage in which she'd spend her days. Straps, leathers, neoprene; the most specific was her new clothing, a glamorous but restrictive rubber maid uniform.
The results were predictable from that first 'meeting.' The Master had no intention of ever letting her go. He also had no intention of holding on to "Yuno." He didn't want to own Yuno. He wanted his own, petite, sexy little creation.
Soon, the rubber suits weren't enough. He returned to having her wear contact lenses, or a blindfold over her eyes. At one point he had her enclosed in a thick leather hood; padding pressed against her eyes, and a massive plug-gag encircled her lips. She was totally anonymous beneath it all, and she couldn't even hear thanks to the earplugs.
On the fourth day, he made the earplugs a more permanent feature. He gently manicured and cleaned her face, placed the ergonomic and high-tech receivers in her ears, and then scooped a lump of something waxy over each of her ears. The sound outside was totally removed, as was her ability to extricate the plugs. The only other thing she could hear was her own mewling. Her own occasional grunting or begging wasn't really a conversation, though. She didn't speak to him, and he didn't want her to. He wanted her to forget who she was. He wanted her to become his doll.
He said as much, of course.
"You can hear nothing. You can see nothing. You are mine. You see and hear and feel only what I wish."
It was creepy at first. Then, it was boring.
Then it was creepy again. It was unnerving in part because Yuno practically believed him.
He backed it up with actions as well as words.
"You are mine," he'd say into her earbuds. And it was true, in a way. She started to think that technically, nobody else owned her.
"You see nothing but what I want." Also true. Contact lenses on some days. Blindfolds and hoods on others. Either way, she was in total darkness rather often. Something kept her magical powers in check; the fact that she couldn't see a damn thing didn't help matters either. It was unnerving. It meant that any time he touched her - which she was growing rather used to - she didn't see it coming, literally. He'd sometimes tell her what he was going to do, but usually it was when she didn't expect it. She'd be feeling her way around the house, wiping the floor with a soft brush, and he'd place a boot on her back. Other times he'd caress her shapely, plump rear. When standing up or sitting in a chair - not an unusual activity - he'd take a gropeful of her small breasts. "We'll have to do something about that," he said on at least one occasion.
"You hear nothing but my voice."
That wasn't entirely true. She heard her own sounds. Swallowing. Groaning. Grunting. It wasn't like she was in space. She could hear.
But the things that mattered... well, it was only his voice. He wouldn't let her hear the radio or the television, nor would he let her hear the guests that occasionally came to the house. Other kidnappers or dominants, she presumed, as they'd talk and chat and sometimes show her off. That was when she was hooded up, though, and totally anonymous.
Still, she grew used to it. Days progressed to weeks as he worked his tendrils into her psyche.
She was almost getting used to the setup when he first took her aside. Removing her blindfold and gag, he wanted her to see her 'new face.'
"You are Sarah now," said Master. Yuno felt herself disappear.
* * *
Yuno stared at Sarah. Sarah stared back.
Yuno moved her left hand towards her own. In her reflection, Sarah began to gently caress her face.
Yuno tried to speak. Sarah made a pathetic, mewling sound.
The thick plastic mask that she had been forced to wear stared back at her. Although somewhat stylized and not terribly realistic, it still did its job of communicating identity. Namely, that she had none. She wasn't Yuno, the demi-goddess with powers and a mischievous personality. With that mask, she was Sarah, the Master's favorite and only rubber maid. It said so on the collar around her neck; SARAH. Not Yuno. It made her skin crawl. Not that she saw her skin much.
For that matter, she hadn't seen her hair, either. The Master usually kept her blindfold off. At least, he had since she'd been given the mask. She flashed back to that day. She pictured herself tied to that chair; arms shackled behind her back as he circled her, explaining to Yuno what was going to happen.
"I want you mine in mind, body, and soul. I have the first two, my pet. But I want you as my own creation. This is your new permanent mask. The ruby-red lips fit you quite well, by the way. And, going with it, is this blonde wig. It's just to test. If I like the look of it, I'll have your hair permanently dyed as well so you can always be my beautiful blonde. But regardless of your hair color, you're still going to be my rubber maid."
Yuno had screamed and kicked and tried to buck, but it wasn't much use. She was tied tightly and he had this planned for days, if not weeks. Lenses inside the mask could be remotely changed to pictures, images, videos, tints, darkness, and sometimes - on rare occasion - clear lenses to let her see to the outside world.
With the mask, she was gagged as well. Those ruby lips could be parted, allowing the user to access her mouth for purposes of teasing and pleasure. It made her 'useful' to him, he said. It also meant that sometimes, he'd slip a ball-gag between her fake and real lips. It wasn't necessary; the rubber lining kept her quiet and could be inflated at a moment's notice to keep her gagged and bulging. But still, the Master liked using different gags on her. The tightness of each gag also kept that mask oh-so-close to her face. It reminded her of the many layers that encompassed and hid her.
It hid her identity Though she'd worn it for three days now, she'd been unable to come to see it has her own face. Her "Master" continued to refer to it has her skin. It was entirely unnerving. Being told that she was someone else was enough to make her head spin with anger and rage... at least, that's how Yuno would have felt. Sarah felt a sort of indifference.
To her knowledge, the girl was immune to mind control and the manipulation of others. It was one of the perks that came with her own reality-warping powers; the sort of 'door prize' for having Bio+ powers. Some of her ilk had glowing eyes or flowing, magical hair. She kept anyone from trying to hypnotize her. In this case, this was a blessing and a curse, though with her current circumstances, she thought it more of a curse.
Her nameless captor had kept mirrors out of his home, covering them all up with muslin sheets or wide canvas dropcloth. During that time, he had been trying to slowly break her down. He had referred to her as Sarah, and only "Sarah." He hadn't even called her "slave" or 'pet' or 'maid.' Only 'Sarah,' which, Yuno thought, was definitely not her name.
But it was starting to get to her. Spending an interminable amount of time blind, practically deaf, and having her physical senses reduced due to her clothing had made her at least somewhat stir-crazy. Now that she was ambulatory... well, it was better than nothing. Maybe being Sarah would be better than being an insane Yuno.
She shook her head, and her whole body squeaked. She tried to push that thought out of her mind. Acceptance of any identity was something she couldn't even contemplate. She was Yuno, despite what her captor had done.
That said... anyone looking at her from the outside would have been skeptical. Her long, waist-length pink hair was totally covered. Most of her skin was also carefully covered by the marvelous rubber maid outfit she had been forced to wear. It almost reminded her of the sort of clothing she'd wear for fun.
The neoprene undersuit was reasonably comfortable. Made of the same material that divers or swimmers used, it had made for good long-term wear. Her body temperature was reasonably regulated - which was good, as she was forced to wear it at almost all times. It covered her from the bottom of her neck down. Every inch of her form was that same matte gray-black. It highlighted her curves nicely. Wide hips, a plump rear, a reasonably slender waist; Yuno prided herself on her body. Moving in it was easy, too, even if the knees were a little stiff. She could crouch down or get on all fours if necessary. When she'd first been given it, she did so, too - wiggling her rear like she was showing off. The suit seemed to comply. It kept her chest rather compact, but at least gave her support.
Then again, that probably wouldn't happen. Yuno scowled. Sarah's mask-face made no change. Her captor had spent quite a bit of time and energy customizing her wardrobe, and hadn't yet taken the time to simply sample the goods. No, he'd ogled her from afar, with only the occasional molestation or grope. The past few days, she got dressed in a rubber maid uniform. Yuno blushed just thinking about it. Sarah's face made no change.
It was certainly an appealing thing to look at, and the shining seams only made her feel sexier. Her small breasts were encased in a gloriously reflective blouse, over which a white apron gave her all the regal air of a French maid. She looked silly, but what Master wanted, Master got.
She swallowed. Thinking that was self-defeating. She was admitting that he was her master. Worse, she wasn't resisting the thought.
There were few things she did resist, actually. Resistance was Yuno's shtick. Sarah was accepting, if timid.
Sarah was there to look pretty. And she was pretty. All that shining rubber. That blonde hair. That mask. They all made her a bit odd to look at, but they screamed, oozed sexy. They spoke of a well-treated toy and a carefully-kept doll. In short, anyone looking knew that she was sexy first and practical second... which was mostly okay with Yuno. She was less okay with the endless and infuriating device between her legs.
A wide shiny skirt went halfway down her thighs. It made her look quite dainty, and made up-skirt viewing easy. Even a minor bend during her maid duties would let any viewer see the shining silver of a chastity belt.
As the days passed, Sarah found herself blushing more and more. There was a certain desire incited by all the outfits he put her in. It wasn't just the maid outfit and catsuit. Sometimes she'd wear a hobble-dress, such as to a tiny dinner party he hosted. Other time she'd be locked in a gas mask like a secret agent. But all the same, it meant that she was wearing what he wanted. She wasn't her own person.
She started to lose control as time passed. She removed the belt for cleaning, but a gentle, restless urge would sometimes form in her core. A desire to be touched and teased. A desire to be felt and used. What was the point of all of this? What did the Master want?
When she could take it no more, Sarah stormed into the Master's quarters. While blind from the mask, she knew every inch of his home. She curled up next to him as he relaxed on the bed, and suddenly found someone else there with him. Another visitor?
"Oh! Oh, I'm so sorry. Sarah, I can't believe it, I almost forgot. This other creature here is named Leaci. She came looking for her friend Yuno last week, and decided to stay. She's a permanent guest, just like you. Leaci, meet Sarah. Sarah, meet Leaci. I know neither of you can really see... or hear each other. You'll just have to go based on touch."
For Sarah, it was a heartfelt reunion. But for Leaci, it was a curious experience. The rubber-addicted maid and permanent servant was a new friend, a fellow captive. They'd grow to know each other soon enough. They had a long time to get to know each other.